Random Thought But… Stepdad!König Fucking Reader After Finding Out They Wanna Be In A Relationship

GURLL THATS SO FR LIKE IVE READ EVERYTHING ALR I NEED MOREEE 😭

i need this man in ways that is concerning to feminism SOMEONE PLEASE WRITE FOR HIM IM WAITING PATIENTLY😭😭

This is my first sangwoo fanfic I've ever read and AHHH GURLL U DO NOT DISSAPOINT I LOVE IT SO SO MUCHHHH I LOVE YOUR WORKS AND BLOGS MWA MWA CHEIFS KISS

BLACKEST DAY

pairing: cho sangwoo x fem reader

summary: old feelings are rekindled when you encounter your father's old friend at the games.

warnings: age gap (reader is 20, sangwoo is 46) badly written smut, face slapping, slightly toxic dynamics, a smidge of some age-gap kink. lots of angst. body worship. this is a oneshot.

word count: around 5k

[feedback and reblogs are a writer's biggest motivation.]

MASTERLIST

life has a funny way of reuniting people.

when you woke up in the hall, surrounded by strangers wearing those ugly green clothes much like yourself, your first thought was— 'i should have brought someone with me.'

you were always rather wary of doing things by yourself. things seem much easier when you have a helping hand to give you advice, or to make bad decisions together.

your first shock came upon the mention of his name, taken by one of the guards.

player 218, cho sangwoo.

your eyes snapped up to the screen where you could see a clip of him getting slapped after repeatedly losing the game.

"former supervisor of team two at joy investments, embezzled money from his clients, invested it in derivatives and figures and failed. current loss, 650 million won."

you looked around frantically before you caught sight of him— handsome as ever, although visibly distraught. his shocked eyes were looking at the guards with a mix of anger and embarrassment.

you had known sangwoo since you were rather young. idolized him at one point, even. he and your father used to be some sort of business partners— which you can guess was another word for friends who gambled and hung out occasionally. most of your years went by with him acknowledging you politely, getting you chocolate everytime he came to visit, and patting your head with a proud smile whenever your parents told him about one of your achievements at school. you wanted to be like him— smart, ambitious and a hard worker.

you'd moved off for college when you were of age, and according to his mother, he had moved to the US for business purposes.

which, as you can see, didn't work out.

you don't really try to make conversation with him, don't even look at his side of the room. mainly because you're embarrassed. there are two reasons— the first being that you don't want to see the man you idolized at a place like this. and the second is personal. your last memory of him isn't something you're fond of. it still fills you with resentment and a sense of sadness— you had asked to meet up with him before you were going off to college, hoping to express your feelings. you'd developed a childish crush on him when you were growing up, and it had expanded into genuine feelings over time.

but he never showed up, and you were left sitting in the expensive restaurant all by yourself. you never revealed that to anyone, deciding to take that moment of humiliation to the grave.

the first game was terrifying, to say the least. while you could tell there was something inherently shady about the whole organization, what left you in genuine shock was the first shot that rang out through the field, killing the person who moved. you were careful about your steps then, walking forward rather meticulously, ensuring you were not a victim in whatever hellhole you've found yourself in.

splatters of blood covered your face as you almost reached the line, hiding behind another taller man. there were a mere 10 seconds left. your heart was quite literally trying to beat out of your chest, and sweat dripped down your forehead. and that's when you first made eye contact with him.

sangwoo, who was bent in half, was panting as he looked at the finish line. his gaze rose, and connected with yours— eyes immediately widening with recognition. you were frozen as you looked at him, jaw clenched and panic stricken. he looked at the timer, and the doll turned away. you quickly began running, and you saw him straighten up as the timer began nearing zero. you jumped across the finish line, and his hand grabbed you to help. you stumbled into him and the both of you fell onto the dusty ground— a mess of sweaty limbs.

you don't say a word to him as the guards guide you back to the hall. he is just as silent behind you, and you wonder if it's because he's embarrassed about being there, or if he remembered what he did to you and is reluctant to acknowledge you after.

"i didn't expect to see you here." he remarks quietly, voice grim. his head is lowered, and there's an almost disappointed look in his eyes.

the audacity.

"i could say the same about you," you shoot back dryly, sitting cross legged on the floor. he looks at you then, and your gaze challenged his.

"you've grown since i last saw you." he adds, and you scoff in response. so what? you were still bitter.

"it's just two years."

he clenches his jaw and looks away, his ears feeling hot. you've always had a problem with keeping your mouth shut, and apparently it still applies. you look up at him, eyes accusatory.

"i thought you went to the states." there's a taunting edge to your voice— rather shallow and childish on your end, but you can't help yourself. you're playing with life and death, but still you're angrier about your history with him than anything else.

"all those degrees just to scam people? i'd expect more from someone like you, mr. sangwoo—"

"you don't know what you're talking about," he shuts your words down quickly, voice firm. he's quick to change the topic, visibly agitated. "i thought you went to college. what happened to your—"

"father?" you interrupt, sitting straighter. "he got scammed."

you look at him pointedly as you say the last word, and his eye twitches.

"he gambled away his money on some non existent race. i dont live with him anymore and i need money to continue college and pay rent. my mom doesn't know and i don't wanna worry her." you take a sharp breath, voice getting lower, "my landlady threw me out before i found the ddakji guy."

his face softens with every sentence, an expression close to pity taking over. you hate pity, so you shut it down with a glare.

"don't give me that look," you sigh with exhaustion, running a hand down your face.

"i'm sorry to hear that," he says quietly, avoiding your eyes. he blinks a few times, adjusts his glasses. he doesn't know what else to say, and he's almost glad for the interruption when the staff walks in and announces the results of the first game.

it's so sudden how people begin to beg for their lives— kneeling before the guards, pleading to be spared. it makes you feel sorry and disgusted at the same time— you can understand why they'd do so, but you can't imagine kneeling before an organisation like this in any way. you value your dignity.

when the gunshot rings out to silence the begging crowd, the guard announces the second clause of the contract: a player who refuses to play will be terminated.

your head snaps up at the sound of sangwoo's confident voice.

"clause three of the consent form—" he steps forward, "the games may be terminated upon a majority vote."

the guard nods, "that is correct."

"then," he looks around, and his eyes fall on you. he looks away, and cocks his head to the side, "let us take a vote."

you almost feel that sense of admiration for him once again— he was always smart, that you can admit. more attentive than others, better at remembering little details. he's stepping forward to directly challenge these guards while people are begging for their lives. he's brave, like he's always been.

you fall in line beside him, and he looks down at you. you give him a slight nod, before your attention is diverted to the next announcement. the staff then show the money accumulated by the deaths of the previous player— 100 million won for each. as the massive piggy bank hanging from the ceiling glows, you can feel him stiffen at the mere sight of the money.

and the voting starts. your number comes soon enough— player 420.

you don't hesitate.

this money is not more important than your life. you need to consider all your options— you're not confident that you would make it till the end. and you don't want to fucking die yet.

you press the cross, and fall into the crowd.

sangwoo's number comes a while after— and you watch him like a hawk. you know he's a smart guy who knows better than to put himself in a compromising situation. you hope he'll help you go home.

until he presses the 'O.'

you feel utterly betrayed once again and he goes to his side of the crowd, not looking at you even once. you scoff to yourself, baffled by his audacity, before redirecting your focus to the voting counter. you start hoping your side wins purely out of spite.

player 001 presses X. your side erupts into cheers and you let out a breath of relief, glancing at sangwoo who stands frozen with his head lowered.

you don't remember much after.

the car ride feels suffocating— everything is dark. there's shuffling before you feel yourself being shoved, and you let out a yelp as your bare skin hits the gravel. "ouch— fuck!"

you hear your name— and recognise the voice.

"mister sangwoo?" you gasp, and hear a pained 'yes'. you can feel a cloth wrapped around your eyes, and your hands and legs are tied. you groan, shifting and writhing on the ground, impatiently trying to free yourself. you feel teeth on the front of your wrists before your hands are released.

you sit up quickly and snatch the cloth off your eyes. you turn to sangwoo then, and quickly untie his wrists. he grunts before sitting up, and the two of you untie your legs.

"shit, it's cold—" you hiss, quickly standing up. those bastards had only left you in a plain white sports bra and underwear. he was naked as well save for a pair of white boxers. the sight makes your skin feel hot, and you take a greedy but discreet glance at his chest before rushing towards your jeans and hoodie that are tossed to the side of the road, quickly getting dressed.

you clear your throat and turn around, only to see him quickly looking away from you, his clothes still in his hands. your eyes narrow knowingly and he wordlessly gets dressed, buttoning up his white shirt.

"are we still in seoul?" you ask, and he clears his throat, adjusting his glasses before looking up towards the buildings. he nods, and you shiver slightly.

he turns to you and hesitates before moving forward to put his grey blazer over you. you raise your eyebrows in question, and he doesn't respond before checking his pockets.

"are you hungry?" he asks, and almost comically in that same moment your stomach growls. he holds back a smile, and you wrap his blazer tighter around yourself.

you rest your head against the table while you wait. you can feel it pounding, but the smell of hot ramen tempts you to raise it. he takes a seat beside you and places the steaming bowl in front of you.

"do you have the money for this?" you cant help but ask.

"dont worry about it," he says with a wave of his hand, bringing out his chopsticks to eat. you decide to leave the job of worrying to him and get to eating.

you're a rather slow eater, and he doesn't complain. he steps out of the store, and you can see his back as he takes out a cigarette. you slurp up the rest of your food and follow him out.

"i don't feel that cold anymore," you hand him his blazer, and he turns to look at you. you're thankful about your self control, because he is a sight. so devilishly handsome even after witnessing such horrors— his cigarette teasingly hanging off his lips, the smoke wafting up and making his eyes squint just a little. his glasses make him look so much more sophisticated, or perhaps you have a thing for nerdy looking men. you're not a smoker, but he makes it look so good. if you were a weaker woman, you would've gasped. no wonder half of your childhood went by with that barely disguised crush on him— no wonder no guy your age back in college seemed good enough.

you clear your throat, bring yourself back to earth and continue. "you can have it. thank you."

he takes the blazer with a nod and puts it on. takes another puff of the cigarette, and watches you look around.

"i thought you'd come back with an american wife." you almost cringe at your own words. but conversation is conversation, you don't know how else to start. it's a discreet way to find out his relationship status, if any.

"marriage is the last thing on my mind." he responds quietly, taking a puff. you look at the side of his face, and his eyes stare at the road in front of him— thoughtful. you wonder what he's thinking about.

"where will you go?" he asks without looking at you.

you shrug, "i don't know."

"do you have any money?"

you pause, suddenly feeling a sense of dread. you have no money, and what little you got from the ddakji guy, you spent on your rent. which got you thrown out anyway.

your silence speaks volumes. he tosses the cigarette to the floor and stomps on it. you sigh.

"i don't have any money."

"come with me," he looks at you, gaze intense and serious. "i have enough for the both of us. atleast for a few days till we can figure things out."

"why?" you cross your arms over your chest almost defensively, eyes narrowing with suspicion.

he grits his teeth as he glares at you, mouth twitching. he looks away then, tonguing the inside of his cheek before returning your gaze. "you have nowhere else to go. it wouldn't be responsible to leave you alone like this."

you almost scoff— the words on the tip of your tongue. but you were okay with leaving me alone back then? but you don't say it, not yet, because you could use his financial help right now. you sigh, before nodding, and gesturing forward.

"fine, lead the way."

the motel he takes you to looks respectable enough. you look around, eyeing the plain decor. the man behind the counter looks at the two of you, and then gives sangwoo a toothy grin, which immediately alerts you.

"only one room available."

sangwoo doesn't protest. he doesn't have the finances to get two separate rooms either. he opens the room and you go in first, looking around. there's a single bed and some flashy lights, and it makes you roll your eyes. you turn around to settle him with a pointed look.

"it's better than i thought," he grunts, taking his blazer off as he takes in the scene. he steps forward and drags a finger down the side table, examines the dust it leaves on his skin with mild disgust.

you bite your lower lip as you watch him— his shirt stretching across his chest, his hair falling messily across his forehead. his glasses resting delicately on the bridge of his nose.

fucking nerd.

his gaze snaps up to you and that's when you realize you'd said that out loud. you wince, looking away and he straightens up, blinking innocently.

"you're still upset with me."

you cross your arms over your chest as you sit on the bed. you quirk an eyebrow, and he cocks his head to the side, eyeing you from a respectable distance.

you decide to play dumb.

"about what?"

he's not amused. he stares at you, expression serious and intense, "i didn't plan to stand you up that day."

so we're going straight to it, you think.

"then why did you?" you snap, unable to hold back the hurt from your voice, "i waited for an hour. you never came. i wanted to talk to you."

"i know." he nods. he walks up to you then, stands at the foot of the bed. "i know what you wanted to talk to me about. i was scared."

you freeze, looking at him cautiously, your heartbeat rising. "scared?"

"i knew you had feelings for me." he sighs, sitting down beside you. his voice is hushed, making the moment feel more intimate than you'd like. "i could tell that's what you wanted to talk to me about. it terrified me."

your breath feels like it's knocked out of your lungs. you swallow the lump in your throat, holding back the tears pricking in the corner of your eyes. "did anyone ever tell you that you're an asshole?"

he grunts, takes out another cigarette. he lights it up and takes a long drag— taking his time to respond.

"many people," he says, blowing some smoke through his nostrils. the sight almost makes your mouth water, but you ignore it.

"you're a dick," you shoot back dryly.

"what i am—" he points his cigarette at you, "— is too old for you. surely you didn't think it was a good idea?"

"you could've rejected me instead," you chuckle bitterly, "but you decided to leave me there to look stupid."

"you were too young." his voice is low, and his response almost makes you want to strangle him. he dusts some ash off his cigarette, adjusts his glasses, and looks at you with an intensity that makes your skin feel hot. "i couldn't keep you happy even if i wanted to."

you frown, gritting your teeth. he looks away.

"you looked at me like i hung the moon and the stars." he continues, looking ahead at the wall, gaze distant. "i couldn't maintain those expectations. we were in two completely different stages. you were meant to go to college, study well, get a good job, a boy your age—"

"stop talking like you're my father," you snap before he can finish, standing up. there's heat behind your glare and you almost laugh at his expression, "i had no expectations from you. so stop with your- your little— excuses. what's done is done, right? you've stood me up once, no need to reject me by wording it smartly. i don't wanna be with you anymore anyway."

that was a lie. you just hoped he couldn't see through your act. you're riled up because you're still affected by him, and his polite behaviour is driving you insane— you want to tear away at his walls, expose the passion he hides behind his smart guy facade. you know it because you've seen it in the way his eyes light up when he talks about his ambitions— how willing he is to cross any line to achieve what he wants. you want to butcher his self control and unleash the animal underneath, the one he's so desperate to hide. it's what made you fall for him in the first place.

he merely looks at you boredly, taking another drag of his cigarette. you snatch it off him, bring it to your own lips. he looks at you with mild shock as you take a drag, and you blow the smoke out on his face.

it all goes smoothly until you cough, and he's snatching the cigarette away again, watching you almost amusedly.

"you can't even handle a cigarette," he remarks dryly, putting it out on the bedframe. and that one line finally ticks you off. almost as if on instinct, your hand pulls back and delivers a sharp slap to his face— making it turn to the side. he snorts, adjusts his glasses again before he looks at you, unimpressed.

"you've been waiting to do that, haven't you?" he asks. your nostrils flare with anger. you can't hurt him physically— but your tongue is sharp. you'll use it.

"you're one to talk about different stages in life," you add, leaning towards him. a smirk curls upon your face, "look at you. all that ambition and experience only to end up scamming people."

out of the need to provoke him, your hand shoots out, jabbing a finger to his chest.

"how would your mother feel if she found out?"

it's a low blow, and you would be ashamed if it hadn't worked. it does its work to finally get to him. he grabs your wrist, and harshly pulls you down towards him, knocking your breath out. he shoves you on the bed and hovers over you, panting slightly. you chuckle.

"my life is hard enough," he hisses sharply, body trembling with concealed rage. his gaze drifts down to your lips before settling upon your eyes again. "do you really want to keep testing me?"

you can't help but smile smugly as you stare at him. there he is— almost on the verge of losing his composure. a few more quips and you're sure he'll crumble. it makes your skin feel tingly. your face leans up slightly, your hungry gaze drifting down to his lips. your hand reaches up, pries his glasses off his face. and then you flick his nose.

"fuck you."

the way his mouth comes crashing onto yours is animalistic. he desperately kisses you with the passion of a madman— his tongue entering your mouth and messily colliding with your own. as if to tease him, you bite his bottom lip sharply and he pulls back, eyes widening as a small trickle of blood falls down the corner of his mouth. his hand pulls back and strikes you across the face, and you can't help but laugh. your cheek stings and feels like it's burning— and you're addicted. you hope he'll do it again. you look back at him with an almost crazed look in your eyes, and you can see it finally dawn upon him that he's finally giving you exactly what you wanted.

"you're enjoying this too much, you little minx—" he hisses, grabbing your neck and kissing you again. your hands immediately reach up to his shirt, fumbling with the buttons as you try to keep up with his pace. he pulls away and tosses his shirt to the side, and you take that opportunity to use all your strength to flip the two of you around so he's the one on his back. it makes him gasp, and you look down at him with darkened eyes— a finger teasingly running down his chest, making him let out a shudder.

he's the object of all your desires for as long as you've ever known. the man of your dreams, the man that you kept comparing every single one of your college boys to. no wonder they never seemed good enough. how could they? they were no match for this beautiful man laying under you.

with a newfound vigour your head drops to his neck, licking and kissing every inch of his skin. your hungry mouth trails down his chest, breathing in the smell of him, leaving greedy bites in its wake. the sounds your actions evoke out of him are downright pornographic— soft, breathless groans that make you want to consume him entirely. his hand comes down to your head, holding you in place as you worship his body— and you moan when his fingers dig into your scalp.

your lips leave a wet trail and cherry red bites down his torso, until you reach the waistband of his pants. teasingly, you mouth at his bulge, making him hiss in return. his hips buck up slightly and you place a soft kiss to the material before leaning up to his face. his hands wrap around your waist and he flips the two of you over again, desperately tearing away at your clothes.

"i shouldn't be doing this," he mutters under his breath, talking more so to himself than you. you raise your hips and he pulls your jeans down, a throaty groan escaping him at the sight of your panties. they're almost transparent from how wet you are. he frees himself from the confines of his underwear and you watch with fascination as he holds you down with a hand on your stomach. you're panting when he's pushing them to the side and entering you immediately— making you scream from the stretch.

he clenches his jaw, squeezes his eyes shut as he buries himself to the hilt with a grunt. you choke on a pained sob, your fingers digging into his back as he grabs the side of your face.

"it hurts—" you hiss through gritted teeth, a tear running down your cheek. it burns, and he waits a second before wordlessly pulling back and thrusting again. the pain morphs into pleasure soon enough, and you whine as he falls into an easy rhythm, wrapping your legs around his waist. you whine in return, and he gives your cheek a light slap, prompting you to open your eyes. your breath hitches as he looks at you intensely— his own eyes glassy.

"not that young now am i?" you grit out with a glare, crying out as he retaliates with a harsh, pointed thrust. "y-you're my first—"

"fuck," he moans, his head dropping down to your chest. his thrusts get quicker, voice raspy and low, "don't— don't say that—"

"i always wanted you to take my virginity," you moan, throwing your head back, dragging your nails down his back. it makes him hiss, "ever since i was a—"

he slams his hand on your mouth, refusing to allow you to finish your sentence. "shut the fuck up."

he doesn't want to be reminded of the age difference between you two, even though you can tell it gets him hot. the moment his hand clasps over your mouth, you cum with a loud moan. your body trembles but he keeps going— not allowing you a moment to breathe. his eyes are full of rage as he bares his teeth in anger. you chuckle breathlessly against his hand, your eyes fluttering. he looks like an angry cat— you want to kiss him all over his face. his thrusts eventually get sloppy— he's close.

you lock your legs tightly around his waist, and he smacks you again. it surprises you this time, and he takes that opportunity to pull out, jerking himself off quickly.

"i can't afford taking risks," he grunts, clenching his jaw. you whine in response, pouting slightly, and he gives you an exasperated glare before he's cumming all over your stomach with a shaky groan.

you pant heavily as you come down from your high, and almost as if on fire— he quickly dresses himself. he pulls out a handkerchief from his blazer pocket, gently wipes off the fluids on your stomach. he just watches you on the bed— his eyes examining his handiwork. you notice his gaze lingers on your cheek. after a few minutes, he wordlessly gets up and goes to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. you roll your eyes as you pull up your jeans too. a few moments pass, and you breathe a puff of air through your nostrils.

"are we going to talk about this?" you call out. there's no answer. you get up and rush to the bathroom door, except he's locked it. you can hear light splashing of water. you scoff in disbelief, going back to the bed. you lay on your side and grab a pillow, your lips wobbling as you go over everything that happened.

this was not how it was supposed to go. he was not supposed to seem this detached. you'd expected atleast a cuddle after sex.

you don't realize when you fall asleep. it's morning when you wake up— sunlight streaming in through the window and directly onto your face, making you wince. you stretch, look over your shoulder.

sangwoo isn't there.

you immediately go to the bathroom. it's empty, though the tub is full. you frown in confusion before turning back to the bed. there, a note on the side table has you stopping.

'i'm sorry,' it said, in his handwriting. placed along with it were a few won bills.

you sniffle as you stare at the note— the writing on it almost mocking you. you crumple it up, your fist shaking as you resist the urge to cry. suddenly, there's a knock on the door, and it makes your entire body stiffen.

a card slides from the little space under the door. the same one you remember the ddakji guy giving you. the shapes on it just look sinister now. the number on it is different this time.

your breathing gets heavy as you stare at it— your head beginning to hurt. you're sure you can hear your ears ringing.

you're alone. you wonder if leaving in the first place was a mistake. your feelings are conflicted— and worst of all, you feel used and betrayed. you're not sure if you should go back to the games. you're not sure if you could survive without any money.

sangwoo had left. you don't know where he is and you have nowhere else to go. no home, and you don't know how you would face your mother. you don't know how long the money he left you could go on.

you don't want to die. but you can't keep living like this either. you bite your bottom lip as you contemplate your options, the hurt from sangwoo's departure still lingering in your chest like a stab wound.

you pick up the card and place the call.

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THIS WAS SURPIRSINGLY SO ACCURATE I mean in my opinion atleast 😭

Thanos/Choi Subong NSFW Headcanons

Warnings: NSFW (18+), smutty, substance use, manipulation (this takes place pre-games btw!)

I imagine you two to have a friends with benefits situation. Subong doesn’t like commitment and the sexual tension between you guys is too intense to ignore.

His motto is “tits or ass? why not both?”

Would love to get you to smoke weed with him, especially the lazy messy makeout sessions that ensue during it

Has tons of experience. Don’t worry, that translates to veryyy good things for you in the bedroom, he’s so goddamn good at eating pussy.

Loves your legs over his shoulders, pressing your legs to your chest, mating press, anything that evolves him feeling up your soft legs/thighs and bending your body in half.

Doesn’t take off his cross while he fucks you. It dangles between you two as he’s above you, resting coldly on your boobs when he leans down to connect your mouths in a sloppy kiss.

Can be mean in the bedroom, but mostly very cocky and just loves to see you embarrassed and flustered. Loves the huge ego boost he gets when you cover your face in embarrassment or you can’t help the cute pathetic noises leaving your lips. You’re so cute! He’s not below making fun of you until you pout with your plump bottom lip out, and he loves to tease.

Loves when you whine his name out, “Subong…” and give him your pleading puppy eyes. He’ll grin widely and pinch your cheek, sometimes giving you what you want. Most of the time makes you beg for it while you try to hide your blushing face.

“Beg Thanos if you want it so bad.”

Will refer to himself in the third person cuz he’s silly and cocky like that

I imagine him living the high life in a mansion before he lost all his money to crypto. It’s big, modern, lots of marble and granite. Throws tons of parties where everyone gets shit-faced. Loves loves loves you being there so he can sling his arm around you the entire party. If you’re a party girl you’ll be living the dream everyday of your life. If not, well, you better get used to it, the drug scene and all.

That being said about his house, his room is a stark contrast to the rest of his place. Dim lights, neon signs along the walls spelling out his name in Korean and english, dark red walls and black accents. Various music equipment lying around, a futon (his favorite place to get blowjobs from you), a few weights, and his king-size black bed which is never made. Smoke almost always clouds the room creating a dream-like atmosphere. It always smells like weed or sweat in there and his floor is covered in clothes (some of them being yours that you forgot about).

LOVES LOVES LOVES IT when you wear one of his shirts and just panties. It’s so oversized on you and hangs off one shoulder. He thinks you look so sexy like that. Your favorite shirt to borrow is his neon green one, it smells so good, so Subong.

Pretty fit but not overly muscular. He’s got great pecs and loves to walk around shirtless ‘cause he knows you’re so weak for it (and just because).

So often you’ll show up at his place and he’ll be lazily walking around without a shirt on and a baggy pair of shorts slung low on his hips, far enough to see the brand of boxers he’s wearing. His cross laying on his bare chest between his pecs. Makes your legs wobbly.

He’s constantly got scratch and claw marks down his back from you. And lovesss to show it off.

Loves to pay for you to get your nails done (so you can scratch him with em), honestly loves to pay for your everything and I can see him using money recklessly to show off. Will never let you buy anything when you’re with him.

Will be trying to get you to use. If you don’t already, he’ll see it as a conquest to corrupt you. He knows it’s bad and doesn’t really care, he’d love to bring you down to his level if it meant you two could feel good together. Will definitely be manipulating you into taking a pill from his cross.

“C’mon baby, it’ll make y’feel so good. Ya trust me right?”

Gives you substances through sexual methods only. Popping a pill in his mouth and kissing you, pushing it through your lips with his tongue. Putting a pill on his tongue and sticking it out for you to lick off. Blowing smoke & vapor into your mouth.

Has a thing for your mouth and lips. The view of your lips stretched around the base of his cock is his favorite thing in the world. When you leave lipstick stains on his pelvis he doesn’t want to wash it off afterwards.

This man has a tattooed and pierced dick — he has no shame and a high pain tolerance. He has a dark solid line running down his shaft (like the one on his neck), a ladder piercing and a stud at the tip (like a Prince Albert piercing). You couldn’t lie, it intimidated you when you first saw it, your eyes going really wide when it sprung out of his boxers. He laughed above you at your reaction, a lopsided smirk forming on his face. How was that gonna feel inside of you…? “M’gonna make you feel so good baby.” Turns out he was right, it felt fucking fantastic.

Nicknames he has for you include baby, babe, senorita, flower, mamacita when he’s feeling playful. In bed it’s my slut, whore, Thanos’s whore, plaything. “My bitch” when he’s drunk or on strong substances.

Wants you to get a tattoo of his name so fucking bad. Has brought up the idea in passing a few times, seeming not super interested. But in reality he’d find it so fucking hot, especially if it was on a hidden part of your body like your ass cheek, the word “Thanos’ bitch” surrounded by a heart inked into your plush flesh.

Would spank the shit out of that tattoo on you.

Loves to spank you in general, needs to see that ass jiggle when it’s bouncing against his bare hips.

100% records you during sex and loves taking photos of you (whether you realize it or not during the moment). Has an entire photo album dedicated to it <3

I need to see more of him before the games, that 2 second clip was not enough smh.

Based on your request, stoner König who breeds you while he is high as fuck and breeds you again in the morning when he is not high because he can not remember breeding you the night before

primary warnings are in the request + non-con 🍃 mdni 𓉸ྀི 𓅩

“fuck, fuck, fuck.” you cry, one hand slapped to your panting mouth while the other presses against his chest. he’s got you pinned in a mating press, overpowering your struggles as he fucks his cum into your quivering cunny. he won’t stop fucking cumming. this has to be the fifth load he’s spunked out. a milky ring of cream coats the fat base of his cock as he pistons it in and out at a ferocious speed — like he’s a power drill and you’re concrete.

“könig, stop. stop.” you beg, eyes pleading with his for mercy. but he’s not looking at you, he’s looking at the way his thick cock disappears deep into your cunt over and over and over again. his eyes are bloodshot, hooded and glazed over with a film of absence. your lips tremble, tears running down your sweaty cheeks as you thrash and writhe in his grip. his hands are splayed over the underside of your tucked-up legs, leaning his entire weight on the bent muscles of them for leverage. his angle is so deep, cockhead bulging in your lower belly as he prepares to empty his swollen balls into you yet again.

he only grunts, skin still snacking yours as his hips drive down into yours. he alternates grinding and rolling them, the massive, hairy bottom portion of his dick abusing your clit with every hard thrust. he looks ravenous and fucking psychotic above you, face languid as sporadic groans of your name tumble from his parted lips. he was blabbering about how pretty you’d look carrying his child when he took his first bong hit, and an hour later you’ve found yourself on the receiving end of impregnation.

“it hurts, please stop.” you sniff, eyes spurting impressive fountains of tears when he moves one hand to stamp on your stomach — applying pressure to your uterus as it squeezes and contracts around his semen. you cunt clamps down on him and he croaks out a sentence in german, which you’re fairly certain consisted of promises to fertilise you with his generous seed.

webs of ropey, white fluid squirt from your tortured hole as he pumps you full once more. so full in fact, that he’s actually plunging his cum out of you because you’re overflowing with his product, spilling it back out because your cervix is so flooded. his kids are gonna be leaking out of you for days, ruining your knickers and thighs :((

and come morning, he’s sticking it in you again, before you’ve even had chance to wake up. he’s sober now, talking of dreams about you nurturing his offspring. “i think after last night, those dreams will come true.” you try to remind him, but he’s not having it. he needs to fuck his baby into your empty tummy right now. it’s all he can think about and he won’t rest until your stomach is rounded with the growth of his kin.

YESS FINALLYY A LEE BYUNG HUN X READER I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU SO MUCHH THANK YOU FOR THIS

Mistress

Pairing: Lee Byung Hun x Fem!Reader

Summary: No matter how many times you tried to distance yourself from him, you always ended up succumbing to the intensity of his touches and words.

Warnings: Smut 18+, MDNI, age gap (late-20s/50s), unsafe sex, infidelity

Word count: 1.9 k

a/n: It's my first time posting here, and English isn't my first language, so sorry if there are any mistakes.

The thumping music pulsed through the air, blending with laughter and lively conversation. The Squid Game 2 wrap party was at its peak—a well-earned celebration after months of hard work. You glanced around, awed by how far you had come. Being part of such a massive project had been an incredible opportunity, filled with unforgettable experiences and people… and one of them, one you should never have allowed, was the reason you had hesitated to come tonight.

Across the room, among the sea of familiar faces, you spotted Wi Ha-Joon approaching with his signature ear-to-ear grin. His contagious energy made you smile instinctively.

“Hey, beautiful. Glad to see you’re having fun,” he said before taking a sip of his drink.

“I wasn’t planning on coming, actually,” you admitted, holding your glass. You weren’t a big fan of these kinds of events, but alcohol certainly helped loosen you up.

“What changed your mind?” he asked, raising an amused eyebrow.

“I guess I needed a distraction,” you shrugged.

Ha-Joon chuckled, raising his glass in a toast before continuing the conversation. A few drinks later, his proximity became more evident. You couldn’t deny how attractive he was—tall, strong, and completely shameless in his flirting. His hand rested subtly on your waist as you danced, his dark eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine.

“I need to use the restroom,” you said with a smile after a few minutes.

“I’ll be here,” he nodded, watching as you walked away.

You made your way toward the hallway leading to the restrooms, but just before turning the corner, a strong hand wrapped around your forearm, pulling you back with firm determination.

“What the f—?” The air caught in your throat when you recognized him. Lee Byung Hun. Damn it. You hadn’t even noticed he was at the party.

He dragged you into a dimly lit storage room, shutting the door behind him. Your heart pounded against your chest as you met his gaze—tense, irritated, and brimming with jealousy.

“I see you’ve been having fun,” he sneered, crossing his arms over his chest. His dark eyes burned with resentment. “Is that idiot the reason you left me?”

Anger bubbled within you instantly. What right did he have to question you?

“It’s none of your business,” you snapped, yanking your arm free from his grip.

“So, you’re not denying it,” he continued, his jaw clenching.

“You know exactly why we couldn’t keep doing… this,” you shot back, your voice laced with bitterness.

“You can’t do this to me… I need you,” he blurted suddenly, desperation creeping into his tone.

Something in his expression cracked. He had spent the entire night watching you, seeing you laugh with another man, move so freely, so happily—something that had never been allowed when you were together in public.

“You can’t say that…” you whispered, lowering your gaze to his hand, where the ring on his finger gleamed under the dim light. “At the end of the night, you’ll go back to her.”

Your eyes burned, tears threatening to spill.

“You knew what this was from the start,” he tried to justify, in the worst way possible.

“I don’t need you to remind me,” your voice trembled, the ache in your chest deepening. It was true. You had known. From the very beginning. But that didn’t make it hurt any less.

Byung Hun exhaled sharply and stepped closer, lifting a hand to gently cup your cheek—his tenderness a stark contrast to the storm in his gaze.

“I know you don’t want this to end like this…” he murmured, wiping away a stray tear with his thumb.

Your breath hitched as he moved even closer, his warmth enveloping you entirely. His scent, his presence—everything about him disarmed you with terrifying ease.

“Don’t make this harder…” you pleaded in a whisper, but even you didn’t believe your own words.

Time seemed to slow as his lips brushed against yours—soft, hesitant, offering one last warning, one last chance to stop him. But just like the first time, you didn’t.

His gentle, slow kisses quickly turned urgent, pressing you against the wall as his hands roamed your body with desperate need. His tongue parted your lips, stealing your breath and any coherent thought.

“Fuck…” he groaned against your skin, trailing kisses down your jaw, lower, marking you as his. His fingers found the zipper of your dress, and without hesitation, he slid it down, letting the fabric pool at your feet.

“Byung Hun…” you sighed as his lips traced the curve of your collarbone, his tongue leaving a blazing path toward your chest. Your fingers gripped his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against yours.

He caught your silent plea, discarding his shirt and allowing you to admire the sculpted lines of his body. His large hands explored every inch of your body hungrily, skilled fingers slipping between your thighs, drawing a ragged moan from your lips.

“Look at what you do to me…” he whispered, his breath hot against your ear as he pressed himself against you through his clothes. The hardness of his arousal was undeniable, and the heat of his body ignited every fiber of your being.

His firm hands guided you toward what seemed like a wooden table. You braced yourself against it, feeling his body settle between your legs.

“You have no idea how much I’ve suffered without you…” he murmured against your neck, leaving a trail of fervent kisses. His voice, thick with longing, made you tremble.

A gasp escaped your lips as two of his fingers slid inside you—wet, expert, touching that spot he knew so well. His movements were slow, torturously precise. In and out, twisting, exploring. Then, with his thumb, he rubbed delicate circles over your most sensitive spot, making you whimper.

“He’ll never have you like this,” he said with pride, enthralled by your sweet moans and the wetness dripping down his fingers.

You could barely process his words, your mind clouded by pleasure. You just wanted more. When you felt yourself reaching the edge, your body moved instinctively, desperately seeking release.

Finally, it hit you—your climax crashing over you as his name spilled from your lips, your body trembling against him.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he murmured with a dark smile, lowering his zipper. With both hands, he pushed down his pants and boxers, freeing his cock—thick, flushed, glistening with need.

“You’re mine,” he whispered, wrapping a hand around your throat with gentle firmness.

But you’re not mine, you wanted to say, but desire drowned out your thoughts. You only nodded, biting your lip.

Without another word, he thrust into you in one swift motion, a shared moan filling the room. His strokes were deep, precise, sending waves of pleasure through your body. Your nails dug into his shoulders, anchoring yourself to him. The music from the party felt distant, drowned out by the sound of your mingled moans and the rhythmic slap of skin against skin.

“Shit…” he groaned, feeling you tighten around him. “That’s it, princess… come for me.”

His raspy moans were your undoing. His mouth found yours, swallowing your cry as ecstasy overtook you. Seconds later, with a few erratic thrusts, he spilled into you, holding you close as your ragged breaths intertwined.

He rested his forehead against yours, still buried inside you.

“I love you,” he whispered, breathless.

It wasn’t the first time he had said it in these moments. You had tried to convince yourself not to take it seriously, but you couldn’t stop yourself from wishing it was true.

He noticed the shift in your expression. You looked hurt. He had spent weeks thinking about you, regretting all the times he had made you cry. And yet, here you were again.

"Listen to me..." He cupped your face in his hands, forcing you to look at him. "I’ve fucked up. With you, with my wife, with myself. You have every right to hate me."

He paused, studying your face. When you didn’t respond, he continued.

"I'm afraid of what will happen if this gets out. Of what they'll say about you, about me, about us. I'm afraid of hurting the mother of my children… but I'm also afraid of losing you."

You parted your lips to argue, but he stopped you.

"Please, let me finish." He knew you too well. He knew you were about to interrupt him.

"I know I'm selfish, irresponsible… but I want to make things right this time. I can’t lose you."

"What makes you think I even want to give you another chance?" you cut in, frowning.

He let out a wry smile.

"If you didn’t, we wouldn’t be here like this, beautiful." You couldn't fool him. Not him, and not yourself.

"What exactly are you proposing?" You tried to sound cold. You tried. And you failed.

He ran a hand through his hair before resting it on your thigh.

"Give me a month. One month to talk to her, to start the process. I'm getting a divorce."

You looked at him in disbelief.

"I could give you a week, a month, or a year, and I still wouldn’t believe that," you admitted. You knew this was the usual lie a married man told to keep his mistress around. Mistress. The word made your stomach turn.

He sighed before finally pulling out of you, knowing you wouldn’t be easy to convince. A quiet gasp escaped your lips. He fixed his pants while you tried to steady your breathing and your thoughts. From his pocket, he pulled out a handkerchief and returned to you, wiping you gently.

You both dressed in complete silence. He zipped up your dress, and you helped him wipe away the lipstick you had left on his lips and part of his face.

"I know you don’t believe me," he said, holding your waist before you could step away. "But tonight, I’m talking to her."

You were about to tell him it was best to end this, but he shocked you by dropping to his knees and taking your hands in his.

"Please, trust me. I won’t fail you this time." His gaze locked onto yours, his eyes shining, on the verge of tears. You had never seen him like this.

Your emotions betrayed you. You found yourself nodding, even as every rational part of your mind screamed at you to walk away. But he was there, kneeling before you, looking at you with a mixture of vulnerability and determination that made you tremble.

As you stepped out, you prayed you wouldn’t run into anyone familiar, but as if fate itself found the situation amusing, you crossed paths with Ha-Joon. The young man’s gaze flickered between the two of you before settling on you, his eyes filled with disappointment. He didn’t need to ask what had just happened—he already knew. His jaw clenched, but he didn’t say a word. He only held your gaze for an agonizing few seconds before turning on his heel and walking away.

Byung Hun, standing beside you, straightened with an air of victory. His lips curled into the faintest smirk as he watched the younger man’s retreating figure. His hand slid down the curve of your hip before gripping your waist possessively, as if staking his claim.

Dōna Rūs Mandia (Sweet Baby Sister)

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x sister! reader

Sumary: Aemond was the best brother in Westeros. Since they were children he would dote on her. Buying her gifts, making her smile when she was sad, and he would even sneak into her chambers at night and sleep with her if she needed it. What happens when their mother Alicent informs her daughter of a betrothal?

Warnings: Mature/Sexual content, 18+, no use of Y/N, afab reader, Oral (F receiving), squirting, overstimulation, emotional manipulation

Princess Aelora Targaryen was the fourth born child of King Viserys and Queen Alicent. Long silver hair that cascades so far down her back it reaches her thighs. Born before her brother Daeron. The Princess was born and raised in Kings Landing amongst her siblings. Her eldest brother Aegon didn't pay her much mind until she started to develop. Unlike her sister Helaena she had more of a curvy figure which Aegon would practically drool over when close. Helaena was a good sister and Aelora in turn. Deciding to try and interpret her sisters rambles knowing they were a message. A warning. She knew this ever since the night on Driftmark. "He'll have to close an eye." Daeron was away in Oldtown and the letters became less and less as time went on. Aemond on the other hand was an extraordinary brother. Like her elder brother Princess Aeloras egg did not hatch in the cradle leaving her open to ridicule from Aegon when he felt like it. Though it was less often for her than Aemond, it was something that they shared. As children Aemond was an attentive older brother. Back rides through the castle, stealing cinnamon cakes from the kitchens to gift to his sweet baby sister knowing they're her favorite, tickle fights. He would even use Maegors Tunnels in the dead of night to sneak into Aeloras chambers to check on her as she slept. Sometimes catching himself watching over her for hours. After the events on Driftmark he seemed different. He still doted on Aelora but it seemed quite possessive some would say. His now lone eye never trailing far from where she is. Everyone noticed where ever the Princess was her shadow wasn't too far behind her. Watching to make sure his sweet sister was safe. When she started to develop as a woman and he a man his obsession only grew. His urges threatened to spill over and corrupt his sense of honor and duty. Believing that she would be his one day he patiently waited for his mother to announce their betrothal. But it did not unfold like he thought it would.

Princess Aelora and her brother Aemond were flying on Dragonback for hours. Another way Aemond has supported his sister was by helping her claim a dragon of her own. Silverwing, the dragon formerly ridden by Queen Alysanne Targaryen. Wife of King Jaehaerys. Aemond lived for the faint sounds of his sweet sister laughing as she broke through clouds with Kings Landing just on the horizon. A race between the two with Aemond emerging victorious touching down in the Kingswood. Since Vhagar was too large to land near the city Aemond had left a horse tied to a branch for their return.

"I believe that is another win for me little love." Aemond said as he stuck out his hand to assist her from her dragon. Aelora took her brothers hand and giggled, "No need to be so vaunt big brother." Jumping down off silverwings wing she starts to move immediately towards the horse but is stopped by Aemond who's still holding her hand. He pulls her into his body with a scolded gaze. "Ah ah ah. Daor sīr adere byka mēre. Nyke won. Nyke jaelagon issa gūrotrir. Skoriot's issa vūjigon?" (Not so fast little one. I won. I want my prize. Where's my kiss?)

He says grabbing her other hand to bring her closer. Aelora looks up into her brothers eyes through her lashes while blush takes over her features. She then tilts her head and raises herself on her toes to kiss his cheek to then be stopped once more by her brother. "What're you doing?" He asked her in an accusatory tone making her flinch. The stare of Aemond Targaryen was enough to kill. And right now that stare was being used on the Princess. He leans in without breaking his gaze and spoke. "I won. You do as I say. And I said. Kiss me." Without giving her time to think he captures her lips with his in a passionate and yet forceful manner. Both moaning into the kiss Aelora is the one to pull back first looking around. "What if someone sees us?" She said when Aemond tried to embrace her once more. "Who? Who's here little love? Tell me." He says. "No one is here but us and our dragons. You must trust me sister." He continued with a painful tone. Striking his sisters heart. "I do! I.. I.. I do! I swear it." Aemond allowed a small smirk to play onto his face at his sisters words. But more importantly how eager she was to prove herself to him. Gently he took her chin between his thumband index finger, lifting her head to meet his gaze. He studied her features as he has thousands of times. "I know whats best." He said. To this Aelora knew to nod her head in agreement. Her eyes... The most soft lilac hue staring back at him. Her lips that were practically screaming for him to bite them. He drank her in as the vision of the maiden herself. "Be good and give your big brother a kiss. Now." Aelora was the one this time who initiated the kiss. Though it was not as possessive as his. It was still a feeling that sent a warmth to her lower belly. Something she had felt around her beloved brother for a while now. But she could not bring herself to understand. Nor can can she ask. Aemond hung onto her lips for as long as he could before it broke. And it was a taste he wanted to enjoy everyday.

Later that evening the siblings were all informed of a family dinner taking place and attendance was mandatory. These didn't usually happen unless there was some grand news to share. Aelora took a scolding bath using her favorite vanilla oils before she was dressed and ready for supper. When it was finally time to make her way to the dining hall a knock at her door caught her attention. Of course it was he. Aemond. "Are you ready?" He asked as he extends his arm for her to take to which she does. Aemond practically drinks up her scent. Burying his nose behind her ear making her shiver as he inhaled. Ao yknagon delicious rūs mandia. (You smell delicious baby sister)

Once they enter hall they take their seats. "I assume father will not be in attendance this evening?" Aelora asks her mother as she took her seat at the end of the table across from Aemond. Alicent and Otto on one side of the table, across from them Aegon and Helaena, leaving Aemond and Aelora on both ends of the table per Aemonds insistence. Every time she'd look up from her plate she would face the stare of her big brother.

During these suppers Aemonds eye would never fall from his beloved sister. Time passed and conversation was a bit stagnant. That was until Alicent spoke up. "My dear girl. I have wonderful news. I have received word from Lord Tyrell. His eldest son Ser Loris has taken interest. And after discussing this with the King-" Aemond slammed his fist into the table making Aelora jump at the other end. "NO! Absolutely not." Otto and Alicent looked to Aemonds antics with frustration. This was not the first time Aemond has stepped in to deny a betrothal on his sisters behalf seeing as she was always too afraid to go against her mother and grandfather. "Aemond. The Tyrells control all of the grain in the Reach. We need to strengthen our alliances to secure a prosperous future." Otto interjected. Alicent knew what this was truly about on the other hand. Ever since the day she walked in on Aemond laying kisses to Aeloras face whilst she slept. Trying to distance them a bit after learning thr depth of Aemonds affections for his sister. "You dare marry her to someone so mundane? She is a Targaryen princess. She deserves better." He spoke making Aegon chucke to himself. "Aemond... Aelora will meet with Ser Loris. And that's the end of it." Alicent said in frustration. Aemond turned his head to his sister and the look he gave her almost broke her heart. "Vestragon mirros issa dōna hāedar." (Say something my sweet girl)

Aemond and Aelora the only ones present fluent in High Valyrian. Besides Helaena but she wouldn't say anything about it. Aeloras mouth fell open as she attempted to speak but inevitably nothing came out. Aemond pushed out his chair and proceeds out the doors. Aelora spent the rest of the dinner in silence. Guilt over running her. Aemond often confided in her his deepest feelings and aspirations. Even the secrets that would be considered treason if the wrong person heard it. Sometimes he will go as far as to talk about what would happen if he were king. In the dead of night Aemond would come to her through the hidden passage ways. He would lay his head in her lap while she'd stroke his head and tell him how amazing he is. Per his request. She would allow him to kiss her hands and wrist to keep him calm.

Later that night Aelora layed awake sitting up in her bed waiting for her big brother to come see her. The hour grew late. But he never came. The Princess threw on her deep green robe and started to move through the tunnels. Emotions build in her as she gets closer to her destination. Opening the door behind his tapestry she slipped into an empty room. She started to lightly sob. Tears falling down her face as she ran to his bed. She's used to spending time here as well.

Aemond walked back from the training yard with his sword still gripped in her hands. Knuckles white as his hair. Sweat glistening off his bare chest. As he reached his door he heard the sound of crying from the inside and he knew who it was. Quietly he opens the door and slips inside. Setting down his sword he stalks over to the side of the bed she lays on. Her face buried in the sheets she didn't even notice him sit down on the mattress. He looks over her with a pout before he takes his hand and runs it over the side of her face making her jump up. When their eyes connected she willed herself into his arm wrapping hers around his neck. "I'm sorry... *sniffles* I'm so sorry Aemy." Aemond brings his right arm to wrap around her body pull her closer. A small smile forms onto his face as his plan forms. Aemond pulls her back making her look him in the eye. How easy this will be. He thinks to himself.

"How could you? How could you just sit by and say nothing?" Aemond spat out at her making more tears spill from her eyes. "They want to take you away from me... and... I can't help but think you wanted this." Aeloras heart shattered at her brothers words. He had a power over her that was frightening. Aelora tried to deny his accusation but was interrupted. "You're breaking my heart..." Aelora shook her head aggressively with tears spilling staining her robe. "No, no, no, no, no. *hyperventilating* I'm sorry. I.. I have no choice. *sniffles* Please don't hate me." She broke out into violent sobs and Aemond soaks up every tear. The way he sees it every tear she sheds is a testimony of her love for her big brother. After he allowed her to cry for a bit he reached over and tucked the loose strands escaping her long braid behind her ear and shushed her. "Come here." He said. Aelora without any hesitation burried her head in his neck as she continued to cry. "I.. *sniffles* I didn't mean to make you upset with me big brother I'm sorry. *sobs* I'm so sorry." The smug grin on his face at her words... "Shh. Shh. Shh. Shh. It's OK. It's OK little one." He says as he pets her head and kisses her temple. Pouting at her innocence and the sobs that are muffled buy his bare skin.

"Look at me. Look at me sweet girl." Aelora looks up at him. Her eyes red and her cheeks wet. "There she is. *cups her face* Now. Do you love me?" She nods instantly. "Then you will deny this marriage. You will stay here with me. With your big brother. And I will keep you safe." He says as he ran his thumb over her cheek. She looks panicked before she speaks. "But.. but what. *sniffles* What can I do? Mother and grandfather-" Aemond tsks a few times which makes her stop talking in fear of being scolded again. "You are a Targaryen. Your place is here. Right here. In my protection. In my bed." Aemond leans in and steals a kiss from Aelora causing her to gasp and shutter when he pulled back. He kicks off his boots before climbing in bed behind her pulling her between his legs until her back rested on his chest. His lips immediately fall down her chin to her neck before she speaks up. "B.. B.. Brother..." Aemond pulls back to look her in the eyes. From this angle she looks up at him and feels smaller than ever. "Tell me baby sister. Have you ever felt a warmth in your belly when I'm near you?" She looked down in embarrassment. Blush covering her face. "A tingle in your body? When I tell you how beautiful you are. When I hold you close. When we share a kiss. An ache? Right about... here?" Aelora gasped when Aemonds hand started to touch her lower belly but she makes no attempt to stop him. "Tell me sweet girl. Do you touch yourself?" She looked to him and sent out another soft gasp at his words and actions. "N.. No. My.. *sniffles* my septa says its sinful." His smirk spreads wider and he licks his lips. "Good girl. See? You do know how to behave." He says to her making Aelora whimper. "You will marry me. Your womb will accept my seed. You will have my children. And if that rose cunt or a lion or even one of those wildlings up North ever lay an eye on you... They will know my claim. *whispers* When they see our silver haired babes clutching at your skirts." Aelora knows her brother to be a man of his word. "Mother will never accept it. I.. I love you big brother but-" Aemond finally brought his hand to her clothed cunt making her shiver. Rubbing slow circles against the fabric it causes Aelora to grab onto his arm making him chuckle. Aemond places a kiss on her temple. "Good girl. Mmm, so receptive to your big brother." Aelora shut her eyes unable to stop him. But instead buried her face in the crook of his neck making him chuckle. "Daor jorrāelagon naejot sagon naejot shy byka mēre. Nyke aōha lēkia. Ziry iksos issa gaomilaksir naejot gūrogon care ao." (No need to be to shy little one. I am your brother. It's my duty to take care you.)

Soft moans fall from her lips making his cock harden. His motions became too much for her to handle. Just as she attempted to stop him he grabs both of her wrists to stop her. "Don't you dare." He whispers against her ear as he continued with his movements. "Aemy... please." He listens to her words with a wicked grin. "Please what? Tell me little love, please what?" He says as her legs start to spasm. She whines a bit too loud as her pleasure builds and as a result, Aemond brings his free hand up and lays it over her mouth muffling her cries. "Daor sīr loud rūs mandia. Ao jaelagon ry hen kingslanding naejot rȳbagon skoros aōha rōva lēkia iksos doing, ȳdra daor ao?" (Not so loud baby sister. You want all of KingsLanding to hear what your big brother is doing, don't you?)

Her eyes roll to the back of her head making him chuckle. "Oh you like that don't you baby girl? Look at me." Aelora brings her head out from the crook of Aemonds neck and looks up at him. His hand still rests over her mouth. He said nothing he just held eye contact. The pressure builds more and more with each circle Aemond rubs into her. Her moans get louder and Aemond connects their lips to try and muffle the cry but it was no use. Like a flood it comes washing through everything. Aelora cried out as she broke the kiss and grabbed Aemond wrist to stop him for it felt too good. But he was too strong and if anything it only made him apply more pressure to her soaked cunt through the now damp fabric of her nightgown. She tries to pull away but is stopped when Aemonds hand wraps around her throat pushing her back to rest against his chest. "Stop it! *sobs* Nooo I can't..." He turns his head to look upon her face all flushed and started to coo at her. "Yes you can. Dōna rūs mandia yes you can. *whispers* Be good for me. " (Sweet baby sister) He just kept going. He wouldn't stop. And soon... very very soon... Aelora had her very first orgasm ever. She came so hard. Crying and moans. And it was because of her favorite big brother.

Aeloras breath rose and fell as she layed there, her back against his chest. Having lost all energy to fight him off anymore. After a short bit, he stopped his torment. Nose to nose they shared each other's breath. "Such a good girl for your big brother." He cooed to her. She calms down to realize this is wrong. Tears of shame spring to her eyes as she starts to move away. Only to be stopped. Aemond grabs her by the hair making her come back to him making her wince in pain. "And here I was giving you praise. Tsk tsk tsk tsk." He then takes both hands and brings them to the sides of her robe and with all his strength, rips it at the chest making her breasts spill out into the open. Aelora feels shame and whines as her nipples start to harden. But she also feels a wanting desire to be good for her big brother like she always had. Aemond on the other hand grew erect at the sight. Pushing into her back. "Do you wish to make it up to me little love?" He whispers with his lips on her ear making her shutter. She nods unable to speak as a chill runs down her spine. "If you wish to make me happy sweet sister. Then you must behave. Do as I say. Don't fight it."

Aemond slides his hand wrapped around her throat down her now bare chest and starts to tease her nipple casuing her to moan. "Be good for me." He insists. His hands grip each side of the torn fabric and tears it further down her body. "Stand up." He orders her to which she follows. Hey night gown falls up her feat leaving her bare in front of him. Her long hair covering her breasts coming to an end at her thighs as she turns to face him. As he stands he towers over her. Aelora has always payed attention to her brothers physique. His long slender frame adorned with muscles that come from training with a sword daily. His loose silver locs that match hers. He just stands there staring at her before he speaks. "You don't have to be afraid sweet girl." He reaches his arm behind her gripping her ass and pulling her against his body. "I'm sorry..." Aelora says to him. The closeness of their bodies makes Aelora press her legs together. That same tickling sensation Aemond spoke of flooding her body once more. Aemond allows a smirk to appear on his face before he reassures her that she can earn forgiveness. But only of she does what he tells her.

With his hand still holding her close Aemond brings his free hand up to cup her face. Aelora shivers as she looks into her brothers eye. Aemond wipes away a single tear that falls for his baby sister. "Daor limagon byka mēre." (No tears little one) Aemond studies her face. Apprehension. Uneasy. But also a sliver of curiosity. "Kiss me." He says to her. Aelora takes a deep breath before inevitably standing on her toes and giving Aemond what he wanted. The kiss takes her by suprise as it lasts longer than she anticipated. It feels different. More possessive. Like he had to prove a point. The point being that she belonged to him. Aemond starts to undo his ties keeping his trousers up making them fall to his ankles. He breaks the kiss to step out of them pulling Aeloras eyes to his manhood. Her heart beats faster as she sees the slender length standing at attention. She's pulled from thought by Aemond picking her up and laying her on the bed.

Aemond lays kisses leading down her chest. His lips grazing her nipples causing her to buck her hips. His warm breath against her bare chest made her want to cry. Not in a bad way. It's just... this was not the type of attention Aemond usually gave to his beloved sister. The nights they'd spend together was what Aelora often called, innocent. He'd sit in his chair by the fireplace with his baby sister snuggled in his lap with her head on his shoulder while he read. Once he heard the pretty sound of her light snoring Aemond would carry her to the bed. Sometimes he'd get into bed and sleep with her. Other times, Aelora had awoken in the middle of the night to find Aemond sitting next to the bed watching her sleep.

"It is moments like these baby sister. That I wish I had both eyes." He says as he drinks in her beauty. Kissing down her body he reaches her lower belly. He recalls the nights when he would tickle her relentlessly. The sweet sounds emanating from her throat filling his heart with enough warmth to keep open the cracks in his frozen heart. And now. Here he is. His face hovers over his sisters womanhood and watches as she shutters from his breath just before he finally makes the connection. Aelora whines as Aemond tastes her. Lustful and greedy. Possessive. He groans at the warmth of her. The sweet taste he's always craved. The moans he's drempt of. "A.. Aemy..." She cried. His eye rolls back and his satisfied hum caused her to buck her hips. Aemond takes a breath before speaking. "Gīda aōla rūs mandia." (Behave yourself baby sister.) She looks down at him. Her core is on fire. She knows this can not be allowed. But she doesn't want him to stop. "Nyke gaomagon daor gīmigon skoros's ileynas aemy. Skoros lo..." (I do not know what's happening Aemy. What if...)

Aemond shushes her. Aelora just shrinks and stops talking. "Lo ao pāsagon issa ao jāhor daor vīlībagon bisa. Lo ao jorrāelagon issa. Pār ao jāhor rual issa naejot gaomagon skoros nyke gīmigon iksos sȳrje syt ao." (If you trust me you will not fight this. If you love me. Then you will allow me to do what I know is best for you.) He spits out making her whimper and pout. Aemond responded by spitting on her clit before sucking it aggressively. After some heavy attention Aelora nears her second peak. She's never felt the sensation before tonight so she's scared. She still doesn't know what it is. Cries and pleads for him to stop fall on deaf ears. "Wait... wait stop it!" With little upper body strength as well as being bent in half her attempts to push him away fail. As soon after the pressure building snaps. Causing her to have an orgasm. This time squirting her heavy release directly into Aemonds face which ricochets all over the bed. Aemond pulls back slightly allowing multiple spirts of her release to spray him point blank.

Heavy breathing and soft whimpers are all she can muster. Aemond on the other hand smiles and he watches Aeloras head fall back in ecstasy. He draws his lips together and blows on her quivering folds causing her to buck her hips. And Aemond to start chuckling. "So sensitive." He whispers out. Aemond sits up to start aligning himself with her. Aelora comes back to reality and tries to get away but Aemond grabs her by the throat completely catching her by suprise. "Don't. You. Fucking move." A dangerous look he gives her. Causing fear to strike her heart. She remained frozen as he slapped his hard cock against her wet clit. "You're going to take what I give to you. My sweet baby sister." Then, Aemond starts to penetrate her. Breaking her maidenhead. Ruining her forever. Aelora cries out in pain as Aemond takes her legs back into the previous position. A few small thrusts and soon enough he is fully burried inside of her. And he feels that wonderful warmth of her blood spilling down his cock. "A.. Aemy. Please..." She whimpers as Aemond starts to thrust. "I know. I know... *whispers* Tight bloody cunt all for me." Aemond bends down causing Aeloras legs to fall to the sides of his body for some relief. His face falling into the side if her neck.

Skin slapping and the wet slosh of her folds makes Aemond forget his sweet sister was not well versed in the act of pleasure. And in doing so, he started to slap his hips against hers a bit harder than he believed she could handle. But she feels so good. "Aemond!" She tried to make him understand. He was going to fast. "No inferior lord of flowers is going to take this from me. *gasps* No golden haired cunt. No... *grunting* No wildling up North." He said with such brutality and hatred dispite the pleasure he felt as he kept fucking her. "You're mine." He said through gritted teeth. "YOU'RE MINE!" He shouts through the same gritted teeth. Each thrust grew more relentless before he dug all the way in and stayed at the hilt catching his breath. But also just applying more and more pressure as he kept pushing forward. Believing that he could go deeper when in reality he could not. At this Aelora cries out. Sobs emitting from her throat and tears running down her cheeks. But she couldn't help but latch to him. Her big brother. The one who always gave such comfort. A kind word. The one who could make her day with his very presence. That warmth despite how cold he appeared to all but the young Princess.

Aemond heard her cries and felt her arms and legs wrap around him in a fierce grip. When he looked down at her face it was red. Her eyes closed scrunched in pain. And in that moment instead of sparing her further. He closes the gap and captured her lips with his before thrusting once more. This time not as harsh. Allowing for some pleasure to take over the pain. Gradually. "Hush now baby sister. You have to forgive me." He whispered menacingly over her face. Her eyes still closed he decided to kiss her tears away. Prepping kisses all over her face. Acting gentle as compared to a few moments ago. The sight of Aemonds cock red with blood was new. Yet it only entices him further. "I..it hurts A..Aemy" She sobs. He caresses her cheeks with both hands when he says, "You're so perfect." Her eyes flutter open as Aemond stops moving once more. "Breathe. Look at me little one. *eyes open* Ah there she is. Take a deep breath for me love." She does as he says and he can feel her start to relax more so he has her do it again. Pausing for a moment before spitting on his wet shaft. And also starts to play with her clit. Finally the pain passes for the most part. "Do me you love me?" He asked between thrusts. She tried to answer but was overwhelmed and just whined in response. "That's not an answer little love. Do you love me?" Aelora looked into Aemonds eye and clenched around him making him smile.

"Kessa rōva lēkia." (Yes big brother) He captures her lips with his and runs both hands up her arms until he entangled his fingers with hers. Holding her hands in place above her head. This is a dream come true. Aeloras moans are louder and more spaced signaling she's closer to a third orgasm. Aemond picks up on this and teases her a bit. "Aww what's the matter? Hm? Tell me what ails you my sweet baby sister." Her whines are sure to reach the halls. Good. He thinks to himself. "Aemy..." She can't help but choke out. Aemond lays a kiss to her forehead. "I can't help you unless you tell me." The pressure is building again. She does not hate this feeling at all. In fact it feels amazing. But she's fearful of the consequences. "It's happening again." She cries. "Let it happen. Cum for me again. Cum for me and I shall reward you." He says to her making her clench again pulling a chuckle from Aemond. Skin slapping against skin. The whines and sobs. The constant feeling of being filled and emptied. It was all too much. "Aemy please!" Aemond took notice of how her toes clenched before he heard to oh sweet beautiful sounds of his baby sister. Cummings so hard around his big uncut cock. "Ohhhh sweet girl... *laughs* I should've put a towel down. If I'd known you'd be so messy." He teases. Making another wave of spasms hit her. "Oh shhhh. It is alright. *kisses her* We will just get new sheets. Hm. Now it's time for your reward." He resumes his thrusts. Her folds pink and swollen parting ways for him once again. Puffy and beaten up. "I can't..." She cries out. "You've been such a good girl for me. What kind of big brother would I be if I did not give you what you have earned?" Thrusts, skin slapping, cries, whimpers, and panting fill the air. "Thats it. Give me my future baby sister. Give me everything." All before the final thrust. "Oh my... *panting* You... you did so well for me." He takes hold of the base of his cock. Pulling out slowly. But her tight and swollen cunt seems to be putting up a fight. "Breathe." He says to her. Slowly she let's go of him. But she can't help but clench. Successfully she is able to release him though her grip remains. Cause his body to shake after. He rests his head on her shoulder and warmth spreads across his chest as she starts to run her fingers through his hair. "I love you." He says as he kisses her. "I.. I love you too."

Not too long after Aelora is fast asleep with Aemond still laying over her watching. Moving stray hairs from her face as she stired in the night. This blissful moment was interrupted by the sound of his door opening. Quickly he turned his head to see the flow of green he knew belonged to his mother Queen Alicent Hightower. Her steps stutter for a moment at the sight before her. Her innocent daughter... in the arms of her brother... Her steps resume towards the bed. "What have you..." Aemond cut her off seething and speaking lowly through gritted teeth. "Don't you dare wake her!" She stops immediately in her tracks. Aelora starts to grumble and stir in her sleep. "Mm. Aemy..." Aemond smiled down at her like an eager child feasting on sweets. How she calls for him even in her sleep. "Shh. Shh. Shhhh. I am here. Go back to sleep little love." She responds by turning more into his body for warmth. He runs the back of his hand down the side of her face in complete bliss before he remembered. His mother... Slowly Aemond gets out of bed as Alicent leaves the room. He grabs a robe near the fireplace wrapping it around his body. He then kneels on the bed before pressing a kiss to Aeloras forehead.

Aemond walked into the hall to see his mother pacing back and forth. "There is no one in this world who has the ability to ruin a such perfect moment quite like you." Aemond said before being slapped across the face. "What have you done to your sister!?" Alicent asks. Her face as red as her hair. He adjusts his jaw before speaking. "What is well within my right. You were going to sell her to some flowered cunt." Alicent was fuming. "She is your sister."

"She is a Targaryen as am I. You could never understand. The pull to your own blood." He was committed to getting that which was already his. "It is a sin against the gods. We made an exception for Aegons claim. But this..." She was cut off. "Her blood stains my sheets. My seed has probably already taken root. And come morning. She will be carrying my son. Proudly." All Alicent could do was shed a few tears and shake her head. "She is an innocent." She said to him. "Indeed. And I owe that to you mother. Your insistence on keeping her pure. Innocent. Mm. Naive... She didn't even know what a orgasm was until I showed her." He laughed in her face. Alicent swung her arm again but her wrist was caught in Aemonds grip. "Come morning. She will be carrying my heir. And come morning. You will betrothe she and I. We will marry in a fortnight as to not raise suspicion. You will do this. Or I will steal her away and you will never see either of us again." He meant every word. And he knew Alicent now had no choice. Meanwhile in the room Aelora woke up all alone. From outside the doors they can hear her faintly cry out for her big brother. "A.. Aemy?" Aemond immediately pushes Alicent away. Telling her to fetch her person handmaiden to come and collect the sheets to burn them before the sun rose. "Aemy." He heard as he stepped in the door. He looked to see Aelora sitting up in bed with tears in her eyes. The bloody layer of the sheets were now discarded to the floor also. When she turned to see him she reached her arms out to him. He came rushing over. Pulling her into his arms. "Whats the matter sweet girl? Did you have a nightmare? Hm?" He asked. She shook her head. "I.. I thought you left me." She said in a tone that could break your heart. But only caused Aemond to smile more. Her neediness will come in handy. "Never. I swear to you. You shall remain with me always. You will see. You will never leave my side. Not ever." None of you will. He thinks as he places her hand on her belly. Imagining her growing fat with his child. A round belly. Chubby cheeks. Large breasts full of milk for he himself his children to drink. "I can not wait until you are nice and heavy. And I shall keep you that way." He whispers as she drifts back into sleep.

The next morning Aelora was shocked when her mother announced her engagement to Aemond. More. That they'd be wed in a matter of two weeks. At this she was happy. She'd get to stay with her big brother forever. The day of the wedding came and Alicent couldn't help but tear up at her daughter in her white wedding dress. As happy as can be. Not understanding why this is all happening but doesn't seem to care in the slightest. "Don't cry mother. Aemond loves me. And he will never mistreat me. I know it to be true. He will take care of me forever. And I will get to remain here with you." She said smiling in the sun. On the way to the wheelhouse. Aemond stood in the Sept of Baelor awaiting his bride. His future. And the wedding went off perfectly. That night they spent in extacy and screams. No bedding ceremony per Aemonds demand. But not shy about alerting the entire court of their coupling. Well after the wedding it was common talk around the keep of the princess changing her entire wardrobe. Wearing clothes that were picked and approved by Aemond more conservative. Showing less skin than usual to hide the bruises and hickeys.

Months later, Aelora gave birth to their first child. As well as their second. Two newborn sons. Maegor and Rhaegyr. Proud names chosen by their proud father. Aelora remains in bed with her mother doting on her while Aemond stands with both sons in his arms. Adoring their sleeping faces. "You've done well my girl." Alicent says to Aelora. "Yes indeed." Aemond says pulling her attention away from their mother. Eager to please him. As always... Aemond turned to look at her. Moving to the bed she takes Maegor from his left arm. Allowing him enough freedom in movement to sit down. "I told you you'd give me a son. And you went beyond all expectation. Not just delivering one son but two." He continued. She smiled at his praise. Especially when he moved closer and kissed her. "Sȳz riña." (Good girl) He said in their ancestral language so Alicent couldn't understand.

Aemond praise was always something she would seek out. His approval meant everything to her. His approval his praise... his rewards when she was good... "I recommend that you wait six weeks before joining in your marriage bed once more." The Maester said. Causing Aemond to take a puff of annoyance. "Maester? A moment?" Alicent asked as she stepped into the hall with the man. Aelora smiled at the twins before she spoke to Aemond. "I am sorry I can not lay with you Aemond." He looks to her. Cupping her cheek with his hand. "No matter." He slides his thumb over her lip before putting the tip in her mouth. "You will take your rewards whenever I see fit to give them. Won't you? You like swallowing your rewards don't you?" She nodded eagerly. "Kessa rōva lēkia." (Yes big brother.) "Good girl. Not to worry. You will give me another child soon enough."

Could we get some König with a SERIOUS breeding kink? Like- it’s all that’s on his mind with the reader- I love your work sm

bf!könig × female!reader

warnings: +18, smut, breeding kink!

from a very young age, könig knew he wanted to be a father. he loved the idea of ​​having a family, a wife and son to take care of.

his relationships throughout his life didn't last long because as soon as könig found out his partner didn't want children, he ended the relationship. he didn't want to waste his time with someone who didn't share his desire.

until you came along. the perfect girl to bear his heirs and with whom to build his precious family. the children loved you, and you had a natural gift for caring for them.

every time you and könig went to the park, the children would crowd around you, asking you to play with them or asking a thousand questions about how you and könig met. könig simply watched you, imagining you playing with his children.

so, könig began planning and doing everything possible to get you pregnant as soon as possible. he would take you shopping at the mall, and the two of you would discreetly end up in the baby clothing section, where he would show you the tiny clothes and tell you how nice it would be to be able to dress his children like that.

or when one afternoon he started telling you about all the negative effects that contraceptives had on your body.

"don't you think it's better to stop taking it? i think having a baby isn't as harmful as the effects of those pills, right?"

könig became so insistent that you decided to stop taking the pill, under the promise that he would always use a condom.

in his spare time, könig would read online about the best positions for getting pregnant and which month of the year was best to avoid experiencing pregnancy symptoms. he would spend hours watching videos of new parents, their advice and experiences, imagining himself in that situation with you.

the key moment was when he took you to meet his family for christmas. all the women in his family accepted you as one of their own, making könig feel even more confident that you were the woman of his life. especially when his grandmother approached him and whispered:

"she's perfect, when will you give me a great-grandchild?"

a week later, könig had already bought a house for the two of them to live together. strategically chosen in a private area with a kindergarten just a few blocks away. that night I'll fuck you on the new mattress.

"your pussy is squeezing me so good. you really want my cum, huh?"

you bounced on his fat cock while your breasts bounced on his face. könig gripped your hips, helping you keep the rhythm and groping his skin possessively.

your clit thumped against his belly button, drawing eager moans from your mouth and encouraging you to keep bouncing. both of your juices trickled down könig's cock to his balls, making the most pornographic sound.

"let's start our little family, i'm going to give you my cum and you're going to give me the most beautiful children."

you tried to form words, but they wouldn't come out. könig wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you toward him and thrusting into you hard. you lay back against his chest and let könig fuck you until he finished inside you.

"take it, baby. good girl, good job, mama."

the weeks passed, and könig took advantage of every moment to fuck you and fill you with his semen. it wasn't long before your period missed and you were forced to take a test.

positive.

by then, könig already had a long list of baby names.

QHHH YESS INHOO AND FINALLY MY GIRLL MY LOVE KANG SAE BYEOK

DARK / TOXIC SQUID GAME REACTIONS TO YOU TRYING TO LEAVE THEM

CONTAINS — namgyu x reader, thanos x reader, myungi x reader, inho x reader, sangwoo x reader, saebyeok x reader

WARNINGS — toxic relationship, domestic violence, baby trapping, manipulation, guilt trip, prepare yourself for namgyus that’s the worst probably, mentions of suicide (thanos)

masterlist

THANOS / PLAYER 230 / CHOI-SUBONG — manipulates you / would let you leave and crawl back to him

doesn’t take it well at all. he’s going to laugh and think you’re joking, but after realizing that you’re not, he’s quickly going to scream at you. telling you that you’ll never find anybody better than him.

“do you really think anybody else will want you? if you leave me you’ll never find anyone else. you’ll never find anybody better!”

he’ll start breaking shit. punching walls, shit, he’ll even break your own phone if it’s in arms reach. if you still insist on leaving he’ll say he’s gonna overdose. he tells you that he’ll kill himself if you step out that door while pressing a blade up to his arm. if all else fails, he’ll totally act like he didn’t just beg you to stay and scream at you to go then and not to come running back.

“fine bitch, go ahead and leave! but don’t come running back to me for nothin’.”

in reality, he’s definitely stalking your socials, making fake accounts you haven’t blocked him on, stalking your friends accounts to see other photos of you, visiting the club every night (not that he didn’t already do that) to try to see if you’d show up. after about a month or so of doing this and going out and fucking other girls to get over you, he can’t do it anymore. he’ll send you some fake heartfelt text that he probably used ai to make and call you while making himself sound like he was crying, trying to make you feel bad and convince you that he’s changed and that he can be a better boyfriend. if you fall for it, you’re doomed. the relationships only going to be a million times worse than before. instead of knocking glass over and breaking shit, he might slap you. in public, he might grip your wrist ten times tighter, scared you’ll run away. when he finally lets go, his fingers will be embedded in your skin. he might even guilt trip you into getting a matching tattoo with him. “if you really loved me and forgave me then you would.”

if you really don’t go back to him though, no matter how many times you block him, you’ll get a new video sent to your phone from some unknown number of him fucking a new girl. he sent you the videos in hopes of making you jealous or something. he’s not going to stop for a long time. if you don’t go back to him, he’s going to harass you for the rest of your life. and if you do go back? you’re in for a world of hell.

NAMGYU / PLAYER 124 — would threaten you, would actually harm you

“you’re one funny bitch. you know how much shit i got on you?”

he finds it admirable, honestly. but still, fucking hilarious, that you, you, think you can leave him. what? when did you grow some balls? yeah, no. you just hurt his ego and that’s about the stupidest thing you could ever do to him. he’s not very empty with his threats. if he says he’s leaving? he’ll leave. (for like a week…) if he says he’s gonna hit you? you’re gonna be bruised for a while. if he says he’s gonna kill you? well, you haven’t gotten to that point yet. but keep this up and you sure will.

he keeps every nude and threatens to release it. sure you’re his and all, but that doesn’t stop him. so what if some other guy sees your body? he could care less. now if another guy touches you? let’s not think about what would happen. threatens to send the pictures to your family and threatens to send every sex tape of you two that he filmed behind your back.

“what the fuck is wrong with you namgyu? when the fuck did you film that?”

don’t raise your voice at him. once he hits you and you fall to the ground, he’ll keep kicking at you with his foot over and over until he thinks you’ve had enough. don’t speak up to him, don’t speak against him, and don’t piss him off. just sit there and be pretty, okay? he’s going to be bolder now. next time you two have sex he’s just going to shove the camera in your face. he’s going to manipulate and force you to take nudes for him since you don’t want to anymore after he threatened to send them out. sometimes he’ll force you to strip and then he’ll just take the pictures himself. all in all, sometimes he might just say no and leave it at that. but if you keep pushing, he’s going to threaten you. and if you still keep pushing, he’s going to go through with those threats. you really are just some whore to him, don’t think he’s above killing you.

MYUNGI / PLAYER 333 / MG COIN ★— would let you leave and crawl back to him (except he’s the one who crawls back), babytrapping

“really? fine, if that’s what you want then leave.”

he acts like he doesn’t care because he thinks his annoyance will make you turn right back around to him. he acts like he doesn’t care because he’s trying to not get so bent out of shape about it and move on quickly. but when he hears your footsteps disappear and the door shut, he immediately balls up his fists. you seriously left? he didn’t expect that, but whatever. he doesn’t need you.

he tries to move on but after barely even a week, he can’t do it. he contacts you, but when you block him, he makes more and more numbers. he thought you’d be running back to him, not the opposite. he sends you pictures of you two together in hopes you’d change your mind, but when you just keep blocking him, he’s knocking on your door demanding you open it up. he tries being nice but when you don’t open it, he starts banging on the door. really? you’d been together for months and you’d already gotten over him? no. no no no. you don’t get to just move on! what the hells wrong with you? when you still don’t open the door, he leaves and goes back to his place and sits on his bed while he ponders his next move. he decides for now just to stalk your page and harass you from more and more numbers. he’s not going to stop until you at least respond. oh, you’re gonna get a restraining order? you’re funny. you think that’ll stop him? don’t go back to him. if for some reason you give in, the next time that you two have sex, he’s going to make sure that you can’t leave. he’s sure that you’ll look so pretty with your stomach swelled up.

INHO / YOUNGIL / PLAYER 001 — straight up says no / baby traps / makes you feel like you’re going crazy

straight up, no. you want to leave? no. he doesn’t even care for an explanation on why, you’re not leaving. completely ignores your words and changes the whole topic. everytime you try to say you’re leaving he just completely overrides you with something different.

“inho, i’m serious. i’m leaving you! i’m packing my shit right now and i’m not coming back, i swear to you.”

“what did you want for dinner again? i have to go back out to get some groceries so there’s not too much…”

maybe it’s on purpose, maybe it’s not. but it makes you feel like you’re losing your mind. then he will deliberately go out of his way to make it seem like you’re crazy.

“i’m leaving because of what you’ve been doing behind my back, inho. it’s fucked up and you’re insane.”

“baby, you could follow me around tomorrow. i’ve got no idea what you mean.”

and he says it all with that stupid small polite smile that he gives everyone. you just want to strangle him. if somehow he can get you in bed with him after you just got so pissed, he’ll be more passionate than ever. he’ll treat you nice, focus on your pleasure before his and then quickly when you’re blissed out, he’ll pull out of you, slip the condom off and slide right back in. you don’t notice at all, but he makes sure to tell you like the cocky fuck he is. but he does it while he’s thrusting and when you can tell he’s about to cum. poor you, it’s too late to stop him :(.

“i’m about to fuck a baby in you — agh, i — i took the condom off. gonna have a beautiful—fuck—fucking baby with you.”

how could you leave now? do you have enough money to take care of a child without him? and would you really deprive your child of their father? you’ll get an abortion? he’ll find a way to keep you locked up in your house. you’re still going to leave? he’s going to guilt trip you to the max. and if that still fails? once again, he’s just going to find a way to keep you locked up in your house. he’ll figure it out as you go on, but for now, have your happy little family with him.

KANG SAE-BYEOK — straight up says no

she’s not going to entertain you at all. she might not even say no, opting to just stay silent instead. if you get in her face about it because she’s ignoring you, she’s just going to push you away. if you keep nagging her about it, she’s going to slap you. if you decide not to drop it, she’ll drag you by your hair and lock you in a room. are you stupid? don’t start this shit first thing in the morning.

“saebyeok, this isn’t working. we should go our separate ways.”

“no. did you hit your head or something?”

you should just drop it and move on with your day. nothing you say is going to convince her and if you piss her off too much, like said before, she’s just going to lock you away until you stop sounding ‘crazy’. she’s very cold, but she’s generally pretty nice to you still though. she’s a good girlfriend to you, just a little possessive, but it’s never gotten out of control. you just didn’t think the relationship was working and that it just wasn’t the right time. all in all, if you don’t push to much, you won’t see the shitty side of her that she never shows you. however, if you keep pushing the idea, she’s going to give you a real reason to break up with her.

SANGWOO — would let you leave and crawl back to him

“you want to break up? fine.”

it leaves you shocked at the sound of him not caring. it was as simple as that. you want to break up? bye then bitch! it hurt. it almost made you want to change your mind and say never mind and just stay with him, and that’s exactly what he wanted. that’s exactly why he said it like that. but that didn’t work and you just walked out the door. that’s fine though, you’d come back to him, he knows it.

he makes sure to post old photos of you two on his Instagram. not ones with your face in it, duh, but he posts the photos that you took of him where you’re behind the camera or ones where your arm or your hand is slightly showing. he knows you still stalk his socials. he’s posting these knowing that it’s going to hurt your little heart and make you crawl right back. he leaves every photo of you two up on every platform, not deleting a single thing. for a little while, he even keeps his pfp the same. you two holding hands. whenever he posts something, he always makes sure to put something in the caption that he knows you love. you liked tulips? he’ll put a tulip emoji in the caption. you loved cats? he’ll put a cat emoji in his bio. all these subtle things where you won’t know he’s doing it on purpose, but it’ll be so much of a coincidence that you’ll think this is a sign to run back to him.

he’ll tell his friends to ask about him to you whenever they talk with you.

“how are you and sangwoo doing?”

“oh he talks about you all the time.”

he tells them to act like they don’t know that the two of you have broken up. he makes sure to get in your head and eventually? you’ll come running back. if for some reason you don’t, he might have to pull some strings. spread some rumors about you so that your friends want nothing to do with you and so all that you have to run to for comfort is him.

This kinda reminds me of one of his movies bungee jumping 😭 STILL LOVEE ITT THOO

“sweetheart”

teacher!in-ho x you (mdni 18+) 💋ྀིྀི

when a sweet girl walks into his class, in-ho couldn’t resist making her his

🍒⋆⭒˚.⋆🍒 ⋆⭒˚.⋆🍒. ۫ ꣑ৎ . 🍒⋆⭒˚.⋆🍒 ⋆⭒˚.⋆🍒

it was the start of a new year, in-ho was the newest teacher. within days, he had fellow teachers, students, everyone pining on him. he knew it and he took pride in it.

he never paid any mind to any of them though, because his eyes was set on a particular student. someone so sweet and adorable, he was like a bee attracted to honey.

in-ho knew whatever facade you were putting up was for him and him only, it was obvious. you would frown at any boy who gave you looks, but when he did it, you gave him an innocent smile. it was as if you were so naive you didn’t know what you were doing to him.

fuck, you were driving him crazy.

the cute patterned clothes you wore, the small bows in your hair. you were like a lamb walking right into the slaughter house.

after weeks of keeping his dick in his pants, jerking off only when you were gone, he had enough. he wanted you, and he wanted you now.

in-ho had planned it out meticulously, getting you to stay behind after class when all your friends had left, leaving you alone with him as he licked his lips hungrily.

“did i do something wrong?” your sweet voice echoed in his ears, it was enough to make an old man like him collapse on the spot.

“no, darling. c’mere, yeah?” he beckoned, pushing his chair away from his desk, inviting you over.

you knew what he was doing and you loved it.

“if i didn’t do anything wrong, why did you ask me to stay behind?” you questioned, taking your place between in-ho and his desk, trapping yourself exactly where you wanted to be.

“you’re so sweet, darlin’.” he cooed, playing with the him of your dress as you giggled.

“you think so?”

“yeah… so, so sweet.” he sighed, looking into your eyes as you tilted your head confused. “sit here.”

you looked down to where he was patting, his lap. a cheeky grin crept onto your face as you complied.

“now, i have a problem.” he started, hands now twirling with your hair.

“what is it?”

“you’ve made a poor old man like me so on edge, hm?”

“you’re not that old.” you laughed, making him chuckle.

“take a guess.”

“forty?” he tutted.

“older.”

“forty seven?” you guessed, but he shook his head.

“getting close.”

“fifty three?”

“fifty four, sweetheart.” he corrected you as your breath hitched. “does it bother you?”

“not at all.” you whispered, leaning closer to him.

you could feel the heat coming off of him, he was so warm, so inviting. sure, this man could be your dad with the age he was at but damn did he look good.

“doesn’t bother you that your teacher is crazy for you?” he hummed. you could smell the cigarettes in his breath, overwhelming your mind, making you dizzy.

no, you shook your head.

“what a sweet girl, huh? do you know how down bad you’ve made me?”

no, you shook your head once more.

“of course you don’t, there’s nothing going on in that little head of yours.” he joked, tapping your forehead, making you laugh.

what have you done? you were going down a dangerous path with the only man you should have never done such a thing to in the first place. you knew from that moment, that in-ho was serious about keeping you his. it made you worry what he would do if you crossed paths with any other boy in the school.

aizawa thee pussy eater.. he folds your body like a pretzel with so much ease that it's impossible to not feel lightheaded. he holds your lower body up against his chest while you try to bury your head into the pillows in order to hide the wanton moans that keep ripping out of you.

he's so serious though, determined – his eyes are glued to your face, observing every sharp breath you take and every quiver of your lip because he needs to know that you're feeling good. you're the only thing on his mind at this very moment, you and your pleasure. the way his cock throbs is irrelevant, the way it leaks pre-cum all over his happy trail a mere secondary thought in the back of his head as he eyes the sheen of sweat covering your body and the way your chest keeps rising and falling. he knows you're close, he can feel it.

he won't stop when you cum, though. he'll push you through that, no matter how much you paw at his hands and no matter how much you try to push his head away. this is his stress relief.