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-- about, rules, find me --

. about .

hi, i’m Li ! and i’m new to kpop and newer still to writing for them. it’s difficult to pick favourites, but i’d have to say rv, nct and mmm right now.

and i currently write both sfw and nsfw stuff for red velvet, mostly and sometimes mamamoo.

. i will write .

hybrid stuff.

sfw/nsfw stuff (soft and hardcore).

yandere/mafia/supernatural stuff (it intrigues me).

any aus that pop to mind, really.

omegaverse (i’ve tried it and it’s pretty fun).

certain y/n scenarios.

just chuck me anything you feel like, really (i am partial to any wendy pairing though heh. especially wenrene/wenjoy).

. i won’t write .

watersports.

real, real hardcore (i.e. death, etc).

anything that i don’t think will live up to your standards. or mine, for that matter.

. find me .

well, i’m practicing my writing and stuff, and i started out on aff, and then branched into ao3 and now i’m on here. it’s my everything masterlist, kind of. here to figure out what i’m good at, and to try not to make myself look like too much of an idiot on the way there.

AFF , AO3 and if you want my masterlist on here, it’s this. if it’s hard to make sense of, it’s because i have no idea how to do masterlists. soz.

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Did you delete your boredom fic author?? I loved that one 😭😩

i didn't actually. O: it should still be up! which dirty rat chewed on the system.

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I miss [ V V S her diamonds ], I feel so attached to this story bc #relatable.

P.S.

Hope you’re ok, take care and be healthy

this isn't like a formal "i'm back" or anything but thank you! my heart kind of crumpled when i read this and i must acknowledge and reassure you. it'll be updated! ..... hopefully soon.

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hi author, I'm a big fan of your works specially the yandere ones, the omegaverse one is a masterpiece i hope one day you continue the story. I'm here to ask you if you give me permission to write a one shot from the prompt that you received some time ago, it's the wenjoy teacher x student yandere, I've seen so many versions on how they met and what happens after that I'm leaning on writing a fanfiction from your work, that is if you give me the permission and I will be giving you fully credit.

[slides into tumblr for the first time in a year, probably] sup, i'm glad you like the that one! lol, it was pretty fun to write, i have to say. and yes, yes, please never ask permission for i am a glutton for yandere fics as much as the next degenerate. thanks for picking the wenjoy one though, i also want to see what happens next. (:<

also, you've seen so many versions on how they met???? it'd be a crime not to share, anon.

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hi author! do u have any plans on releasing a new chap of vvs her diamonds? im dying i’ve been waiting for so long plssssss feed me😩😩😩😩😩

YES! work has been beating me with a stick, but i'm writing when i can. i know you must be dying, i am too, kind of. also i need to ask my brain what happens next, so when it answers (which will be soon, i can smell it), thou shalt getteth a shiny new chapter.

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merry christmas friend!

merry christmas! late, but merry christmas. i hope you spent it with good food, good company and away from reading filth.

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irene would paint an alluring mafia boss who takes wendy as a prisoner. she would treat her surprisingly carefully, pushing her just enough not to break her pretty little toy

oh you know all my trigger words, don't you.

. . .

Wendy's terrified. She doesn't want her legs broken, she doesn't want a mattress in the basement, she doesn't want to be whipped and scarred.

And she won't be.

But the slightest hint of a threat has her begging so adorably that sometimes Irene just does it to see how fast those knees hit the floor, how fast she feels the pull on her pant leg and two watery eyes peering up at her for any scraps of mercy. It's mean, and Irene knows she'd never leave anything more lasting than a bruise on her pretty little pet, but it's not her fault Wendy makes it so hard to resist.

When they're in each other's company, Irene won't let her so much as lift a finger. She's far too innocent and precious and fragile to ever be left to her own devices. The outside world is too tempting with all its posters and its "search parties". Wendy'll end up saying the wrong thing to the wrong person and then they'll both be in trouble.

And for her cooperation, she's rewarded with breakfast in bed, expensive clothes, gentle kisses and only the softest silk bindings. Wendy knows she's being treated a little too kindly for a prisoner of her calibre. It's confusing, to say the least.

Irene goes against everything she's ever assumed, and it makes her wonder if she's been begging for the wrong thing all along.

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Commander irene loving gun play, just imagine her making seulgi grind against her gun cuz seulgi was misbehaving or being slow in her duty.

That's my thesis.

🧡

it's edging both ways, in essence.

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Been thinking about military commander irene and private seulgi. Commander irene is disciplined, strict and scary with a no-bullshit attitude that deals out punishments left and right. Comes in private seulgi, who is new and clumsy and TERRIFIED of her commander but somehow irene took a liking to the newly recruited private…..

well great, anon, now i'm thinking about it too. admittedly, i am weak for the clumsy new recruit anything. my yandere brain flicked on in this one, though.

unless you had romance in mind. in which case, aww, because i really like that too.

don't think you're not on my watchlist, though. asking about sr and everything.

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Please 😭😭😭😭 I found something similar to seulrene 😩😩

god this is giving me frantic google imaging vibes and that's 99% of what keeps me intact as a human.

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Wenrene for the win. Like you said, I see the two ships like love for my mother and grandma. Also please there aren't many wenrene writers out here anymore, especially on tumblr. It is like a needle in a haystack and seulrene is the hay.

right?

haha, the wr writers are around somewhere. a couple of writers i read are just floating around the vacuum right now i think. uni and life are bitter mules.

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dom seulgi or sub seulgi? Personally I don’t see seulgi as a dom at all lol. Joohyun is the dom between them and seulgi is a docile little puppy.

seulgi really does push the helpless little puppy agenda. almost as much as wendy, actually.

i have to admit i haven't given it much thought, although i do think it'd be fun to write a seul who thinks she's a top and then have irene do a flip flop on them. if i'm not here fawning over toxic power imbalances, then i'm writing them. and if i'm not doing either, then what's the point of me?

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Seulrene or wenrene? (Pls say seulrene pls say seulrene pls say seulrene

it's you. you again.

how can i say this. seulrene is my mother, and wenrene is my grandma.

my best friend once told me, "i like my mother, i love my grandma."

and honestly i can't think of a more appropriate parallel.

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Oh! I have a question! If any of the red velvet members state they're uncomfortable with people writing stuff about them, explicit/non explicit, what would you do since yk¿

well, i'd be the first to go. the amount of gross i've put out there is immeasurable, and although it simultaneously amuses and horrifies me, other people don't seem to mind it.

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BRAT TAMER IRENE YAAAAAAAAAAS

hah, i'm glad we're on the same page.

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. boredom .

summary: being ignored for the whole day had been torturous, but having joohyun’s full attention is far from the fun she’d been hoping for.

note: you’re the bigger criminal for crawling to me with this prompt. whether i fall off the face of the earth for two months and come back with a seulrene fic is irrelevant. don’t ask me to justify any of this, i’m already innocently whistling and walking away.

tw: Consensual Non-Consent, Pre-NSFW, sweetly mean irene, brat taming?, stress positions, mentions of working out (ha-ha), seulgi’s outstanding fitness/?fitness kink?, tags are running away from me.

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It was shortsighted of Seulgi to tease Joohyun like that, to say the least.

In her defense, it’s almost impossible to gauge her girlfriend’s tolerance when she’s got her nose in a book or she’s distracted by mundane household chores. All she did all afternoon was grunt and huff and ignore her needy Seulgi’s pleas for attention. 

Who would’ve known she was building up the moment? 

Not Seulgi.

But Joohyun had warned her plenty.

“Seulgi-yah,” she replied, eyes flickering with the barest hint of a threat. “Don’t push your luck. You’re not going to like it.”

“C’mon unnie,” Seulgi singsonged, playfully tugging at a chiffon sleeve. “Don’t you want to play? I have so much energy, let’s play!”

Joohyun irritatedly shrugged out of her grip, leaving Seulgi all but deterred. Taking a calculated risk, she snatched the book out of the older woman’s grasp and flung it to the other side of the sofa so it landed against the armrest. It was so sudden, that Joohyun actually startled at the action, letting out a yelp.

But before she could laugh, Seulgi paled with horror, realising her mistake when she saw nothing poking out from the uniformed line of pages pressed together.

No bookmark.

When she dared to meet Joohyun’s gaze, she was surprised to find… nothing? Not any discernible expression, just a mildly disappointed head shake and a soft hand reaching behind her head to stroke her hair soothingly. 

“Aish, Seul,” Joohyun sighed in resignation, patting the space next to her, “you want to cuddle? C’mere, baby bear.”

Her Joohyun, always so gentle and loving. On any other day, that would’ve been all Seulgi wanted. Unfortunately, she wasn’t in a cuddly mood today, and Joohyun apparently had yet to figure that out. 

“Unnie, I’m bored,” she whined, pulling away from the comforting touch, “can’t you do anything? Ugh, you’re so boring.”

Flipping through a book to find her lost page was one thing, but outright insulting her? Joohyun’s lip quivered at how her last thread of tolerance had just snapped. 

Seulgi found them nose to nose before she could so much as take another breath. 

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The air-conditioning is on. 

From the numbers displayed on the control, Kang Seulgi should be wrapping up warm. Perhaps snuggled up in the arms of her lover, encased in fluffy blankets with a cup of steamy green tea while she thanks god she’s not in the sweltering outside heat.

Still, she thinks she might as well be outside.

It’s getting hotter by the second.

“H-Hyunnie,” she rasps weakly, unable to conceal the stress in her voice. “Please, I’m— ah,” Her words falter as soon as they leave her mouth, slipping into a broken whine to match the ache flowering in her biceps and across her upper back. 

“Arms straight,” Joohyun instructs, calmly flicking the page.

The older woman doesn’t look up from her book. She doesn’t have to. With both feet perched delicately in the small of Seulgi’s back, she can feel every tremor, every stutter and every jerk of toned muscles straining to their absolute limit. 

Working through another full body shiver, Seulgi silently obeys.

She’s been in stress positions before. Wall squats, planks and more of the sort. But those were positions that she’d only have to endure till the timer ran out, those were positions she’d endure on her own terms. 

She’d never expected to endure them under someone else’s.

In less than a minute, a crippling soreness begins to set in at the base of her spine, static strikes the nerves in her wrists from being pressed into the cold tile for so long and the tendons in her calves are cramping ever so slightly. 

If her discomfort phased Joohyun at all, she did a good job at hiding it. From the corner of a page, she glances down at her suffering girlfriend. It puts a small smirk on her face to feel the way Seulgi twitches whenever she thinks she’s being watched. Every movement, every adjustment of her legs, every pause between flipped pages makes the girl wonder if her oh-so-considerate Joohyun is going to finally grant her relief. 

It’s funny and it’s adorable.

“Hyunnie… please, I can’t—” Seulgi tries again.

“Oh yes you can, baby. You can and you will,” Joohyun counters distractedly, adjusting her spectacles from the bridge of her nose. “It’s just a push up. I’ve seen you do twenty of these in succession at your little gym sessions.”

A stagnant push up. A plank. And it’s been an hour if it’s been a minute.

Shifting, Joohyun leans over to assess her form. Pretty decent for the time that’s passed. She uses her heel to push the hem of Seulgi’s loose t-shirt up her back, revealing delectably sweaty, flushed skin. The girl’s elbows nearly buckle from the brief weight displacement and it doesn’t go unnoticed.

“I’d keep those arms straight if I were you.” A faint amusement tinges her warning. “I can promise you won’t like where it lands you if you upset me even more than you already have, sweetheart.”

To emphasise the threat, Joohyun reaches under Seulgi’s exposed midsection to rest her fingertips on clenching abs. Seulgi squeaks pitifully. 

“Aw,” she coos, “you’re shaking! Does it hurt, little girl?”

Ragged, unsteady breaths is all Seulgi can manage in reply, along with a stuttered, “f-fingers, unnie… c-cold…”

“Ah,” Joohyun feigns clarity. “My fingers? Yes, they are cold, thanks for your concern. Oh, what? Really? Why thank you Seul! That’s so kind of you.”

As if the younger girl had politely offered, Joohyun takes the liberty of dragging her ice cold digits up and down her sides, tantalising the sensitive skin, tracing the definition of her abdominal muscles, anywhere she thought it fun to torture her precious Seulgi. 

“You’re right, this is working,” she chuckles dryly, “they feel warmer already.”

She cannot deny how much a power trip it is to feel such an athletic, strong person trembling helplessly at her touch.

Meanwhile Seulgi is going wild from the exertion and the tickling sensations, Joohyun’s spidering fingers causing goosebumps to form on her skin. At least unnie’s getting warm, she thinks. 

But this can’t keep up forever. She’s reaching her limit and they both know it. It’s only a matter of time, and she only prays Joohyun will be more merciful than she’s proven to be so far when it comes.

“Unnie…” The words are frayed by sharp gasps as she struggles to maintain her form. 

“Hm?”

“I’m s-sorry!” 

Joohyun raises a brow. “For what?”

“For being rude! For— For being a brat, I’m sorry, I—” 

Joohyun draws a ticklish circle over a prominent hip bone and Seulgi’s throat clogs, robbing her of the rest of her apology. The touch almost costs her her balance, but with gritted teeth and a soft grunt, she manages to centre herself just in time. 

“You wanted my attention. And now you have it,” Joohyun states plainly. But the excitement in her own stomach is churning far too powerfully to keep the facade up for much longer now. 

Plus, the shivering thing definitely isn’t winning this fight.

From the floor, Seulgi reflexively cringes when she hears a particularly exaggerated stretch and a yawn behind her. It’s cruel, as though she’s being mocked at her inability to relieve herself as such. 

A strangled noise pushes past quivering lips. “U-Unnie, please… I can’t… s-stay… like t-this…” 

The weight of Joohyun’s legs suddenly disappear, a pressure she’d gotten used to, and the sound of a book shutting and feet now padding around her side makes her tense up. Being ignored for the whole day had been torturous, but having captured Joohyun’s full attention is far from the fun she’d been hoping for. 

Finally, two feet emerge in her blurry line of sight. She can barely lift her head to see the figure standing before her.

“You said you were bored, sweetie, so I gave you something to do,” Joohyun starts, crouching down and hooking a finger under Seulgi’s trembling chin to tilt her up so their eyes meet. “And now you’re complaining?”

Fresh spasms shoot up her calves, settling deep in her stomach, cutting her breaths shorter and shorter each time as she tries her best to speak through a wince. “I’m not— I didn’t mean— I’m—” It’s impossible to hold on to a train of thought when everything in her body is protesting at being made to hold an equally impossible position. “Please can I stop?”

With a gentle smile, Joohyun declines.

She leans forward to plant a kiss on her nose before withdrawing her hand, letting the younger girl’s chin slump back down against her chest.

By now, any show of mercy would’ve been useless to Seulgi; her muscles have cramped to the point of not being able to move them even an inch out of position. The only way out is down, and it’s going to be painful. With tears in her eyes, she withstands the pain for as long as she can, teeth sinking harshly into her swollen bottom lip when her strength finally and gradually fails her. 

“J-Joohyun unnie!” Her name is a panicked sob. Forced way past her limit, there’s nothing Seulgi can do to keep herself held up any longer. She clamps her jaw shut, the tears that were threatening at her waterline pattering onto the tile below her at last. She tries one more time to override her screaming nerves, to keep up and to make her unnie proud, but nothing is cooperating. “Unnie, I can’t!”

Joohyun simply watches her go down, slowly, bit by bit, until everything gives out and Seulgi hits the floor with a thud, sprawled on her stomach at her feet. She eyes her prone body as it involuntarily twitches, limbs finally freed from the excruciating tightness. 

Both arms completely numb from oxygen starvation, Seulgi can offer no resistance when Joohyun’s foot nudges her onto her back none too gently. She’s rolled over gracelessly, one arm landing heavily beside her and the other resting bent atop her chest. There’s a sharp rap of her knuckles against the floor before she’s staring helplessly up at Joohyun towering over her, legs astride, planted on either side of her waist. 

“Where did all that energy go, hm?” She chastises, idly kicking away her other hand so they’re both out of the way. “I thought you wanted to play.” 

Seulgi whines, pinned down by the burden of her own exhaustion. The shock has rendered her momentarily mute, and it’s all she can do to convey her desperation for one of Joohyun’s warming shows of affection with a few broken coughs. She tries her hardest to shake her head ‘no’, hoping she’s getting the message across.

Of course she is.

Joohyun’s smile is sickle-sharp, and Seulgi wheezes weakly when the weight of an entire body lands on her abs, digging into the soreness with a delicious precision. Having her girlfriend straddle her at any given time is extremely arousing, but the way Joohyun seems to know exactly how to shift her weight so it emphasises her pain– her powerlessness– has her reeling. 

“No?” She asks, “you don’t want to play? That’s not what I heard a while ago.” She slides a cold hand up Seulgi’s straining throat and presses her thumb hard into her jaw, choking out a new trickle of feeble whimpers. 

“Ngh, n… n-no…” 

“Well,” Joohyun casually interjects her protests. “You should’ve thought about that before calling me ‘boring’, then, shouldn’t you?”

But when she hears a drawn out whine, she pauses, setting her character aside for a moment and motioning with her eyes for the other girl to do the same. She never stops worrying about her Seulgi, especially when it sounds like she’s in the wrong kind of pain; the one threatening to push past enjoyment. She shifts her weight momentarily.

Unable to speak but having caught on the second she saw the slip in Joohyun’s demeanour, Seulgi quells her worries with a finger crossed over the other in a signal of gratitude. A silent prompt to keep going. 

Joohyun masks her sigh of relief with a snide laugh, glancing back down at the girl shivering and paralysed underneath her. 

“Aw, you really don’t want anymore?” she chuckles, leaning in, and for a second Seulgi thinks she’s going to kiss her. That is, until she sees the eclipse in the eyes above her and Joohyun’s hollow sneer. “Tough luck, sweetheart. I’m going to show you just how much fun unnie can be.”

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. unfortunately still here .

i’ve ceased to exist for about two months now and i’d just like to inform you that once uni/life gets her foot off my throat i will be doing my annual sweep for hidden kinks. 

there might be things i’m too reluctant to admit are actually good and damn it, you’re coming down with me. i swear hell is going to be a nightclub with all of us in it.