#vips

[sugar-petals]

AND NOW IT’S BIGBANG COACHELLA DAY

i’m literally ready for everything

including 50 g-dragon outfit changes in a row honeyy

[mr-stendahl]

Hear me out- after the failed rebellion, the vips decide that they want to humiliate Gihun further and give him a a cocktail of drugs including an aphrodisiac that basically is driving him out of his mind with lust— for young-il/inho. The vips think it’s hilarious as gihun is essentially is rutting himself against the furniture, sobbing for young-il. They demand that the frontman give them a show and “take care” of gihun for them (not fully aware that Inho is madly in love with gihun and is literally dying at the sight of gihun out of his mind moaning and finger himself for Inho’s alter ego.)

After the rebellion, the guards take Gihun to a bathroom and strip him naked and give him a cold shower, scrubbing his skin raw before putting him in sheer pants and sheer shirt, cuffing his hands and ankles and leading him into a viewing room.

There, Gihun comes face to face with the VIP's. He's expecting to be beaten or killed but instead, one of the VIP's-the woman wearing the panther mask-steps forward and forces his mouth open before forcing him to swallow some kind of liquid. It tastes overly sweet and burns. Gihun tries to spit it out but his mouth and nose are forced closed so he has no choice but to drink it.

He thinks maybe he was poisoned and he starts to yell at them, demanding they either let him go or kill him but then he starts feeling...strange. He's suddenly hot, his heart pounding and he starts sweating as if he's been running.

While he's still lucid, one of the VIPs speaks in Korean, telling Gihun that they gave him a quick acting aphrodisiac so they could see how quickly he lost control. Gihun tries to desperately keep his mind but it's no use. Within five minutes, he takes off his shirt and pants, groaning and moaning and touching himself but nothing is right. He starts rutting himself against the couch, the carpet, anything crying and crying and eventually, screaming for Youngil, begging to be fucked, begging to be touched.

The VIPs all watch, smiling and laughing, asking Gihun where his heroism went. Asking if he's always been such a whore. When the frontman walks in, somewhat panicked because he didn't know what the VIPs would be doing, the eagle waves him over telling Inho to watch as player 456 loses his mind.

Inho walks over and sees Gihun rutting against the sofa, crying out for Youngil, begging for him, sobbing for him. His cock is leaking and red and tears stain his cheeks. He's desperately fingering himself but can't seem to find any relief. Part of Inho feels horrible for what the VIPs are going to Gihun but another part...another part of him is so happy and turned on that Gihun is calling out for HIM. That Gihun wants HIM.

The panther tells Inho that he should fuck Gihun and give them all a show and put Gihun out of his misery. Tells him the drug won't wear off for another hour and does he really want Gihun to suffer?

Inho hesitates for only a few seconds before reluctantly going to Gihun's side and taking off his mask. After all, the VIPs have already seen his face. But when Gihun sees him, he doesn't seem to notice what Inho is wearing. He doesn't even remember that Youngil is supposed to be dead. He smiles at Inho and throws himself into his arms, dry humping him and begging for Youngil to make him feel better to make him feel good.

And despite the VIPs jeering and laughing, pointing at both Inho and Gihun and laughing at him, Inho fucks him roughly against the carpet, kissing and biting him Gihun, whispering how much he loves him, how he's going to take care of him, how Inho is going to take him away and make sure that nobody ever hurts him again.

Over the next hour, he fucks Gihun in several positions and tries to ignore the VIPs cheering and laughter, focusing on bringing Gihun pleasure, on making him feel good becuase he knows that as soon as Gihun is lucid, as soon as he drugs leaves his system, he's going to see Youngil, alive and well, and that he'll immediately know that Youngil was a lie....

[biggymeatpie]

Hi luv! Can you write a fic about the front man x reader, but the reader is the daughter of a vip? An age gap where she’s in like her 20s. And perhaps she got taken to the island because she did something bad and that was her father’s way to ground her. Like he grounded her with no outside comunicación but confined in a luxorius suite you know? What if she had like the personality of Draco Malloy lol. Anyways you’ll write it well I love your fics! If you can add a little spice <3

Tyy!! I hope this is what you wanted

The punishment

Hwang in-ho x reader

Warning: slight choking, smut, fingerings, masterbation, mentions of death, death, cock warming, p in v, unprotected sex, sorry if it's bad

Masterlist!!

Summary: you were brought here as a punishment, with no communication to the outside world. It was a bore, until you figured out a way to have a different kind of fun

You were brought to this island for a punishment, you had cursed out your fathers new girlfriend because it was so obvious she just wanted him for money.

You were given a golden cat mask to put on your face.

"The games this edition have been amazing" your father spoke as he walked down the stairs beside you and fixed his buffalo mask.

"Right. The contest in korea was the best" the guy with the deer mask and big antlers agreed.

"Thank you, i belive the next games will exceed your expectations" the frontman answered.

"Thats why we came all this way" your father said with a chuckle, and the other VIPS agreed.

"Trust me. You know the screens at home are pretty big but uh, nothing beats seeing it with your own eyes" the lion mask began.

Your heels clacked as you walked down the stairs looking at the luxurious room, you took in the sight of everything, the human statues, the waiters, the colorful designs

The moment was quickly interrupted when the man with the tiger mask yelled

"NO! No dont do it you asshole! You idiot!" He yelled at the screen.

"What are you so worked up about" you put your hand on your hips and looked were he was pointing

"Fucking loser! I betted alot of money on that dickhead to win!" He shouted

"Oh how much!" Your father laughs and you watched the player 069 wrap the blanket he made into a rope around his neck.

"A million bucks!" The VIP yelled

"Ooh!" You snickered

"What convinced you to bet so much on that player 69" the guy with the deer mask chuckled

"Ah its just a beautiful number! 69!" He pointed his wine glass up as the other VIPS laughed

"Oh you dirty dog!" The guy with the lion mask laughed.

"You can place your bets again before the next game starts. Why dont you all get some rest in your room. We'll come get you guys when everything is ready." the front man guided you guys down the stairs

"Looking foward to it" you dad nodded and everyone began to walk to their rooms.

"So who you putting your bets on this time" the VIPS asked one another. You walked a good distants behind them. You turned you back and glanced at the front man. You stared at him for a second before looking back towards the VIPS in their own worlds.

You walked up to the frontman

"Excuse me sir. Can i have some food to my room? I think like some kimchi and maybe some gimbop. Make it hot to, if it isnt ill send it straight to your face" You smiled and he nodded.

"Ill send a guard over right away" he cleared his throat and the machine-like voice filled your ears.

"Right away" You replied and turned your heels to walk back to your room. You loved when people were practically at your feet, obeying your every word, maybe itll be boring but this boss man might be fun to toy with.

---

"So how are your scores so far? Bet on any winners?" The guy with the lion masked asked everyone.

"No" the tiger masked guy let out a sigh "for some reason i keep picking losers"

"Then maybe use your brain!" You chuckled and everyone else agreed

"Yeah shes right! So nows your chance to catch up. This rounds the serious betting round." The VIP with the bear mask shouted

"Im doubling my stakes this time" your father yelled out

"Are you sure about that. You dont even know what game its gonna be" the guy with the bear mask looked at your father.

"It doesnt matter what game it is! I trust my gut" your dad answered and tried to reason with the other VIPS.

---

After some time the frontman shows everyone the next game.

"It looks like a bridge of some sort?" One of the guys spoke out

"What the fuck is that!" The one with the tiger mask mumbled.

"Gentlemen! This might be the deciding moment" the guy with the lion mask called out and pointed at the screen before everyone, the players were meant to pick a vest between the numbers 1 through 16. Your father nodded and agreed with the guy with the lion mask.

"Might be the order they choose thats important" he tried correcting the other VIP

You rolled your eyes as their annoying voices rose. It was the worst thing ever! You have no intertainment other then the fact people are about to die

"When is the game starting?" You questioned, loud enough for the frontman to hear.

"After the 12 minutes of deciding are over" the frontman answered you. He stood firmly ontop of some black thing with a desk of some buttons.

"Who are you betting on this time?" The man with the deer mask asked the other VIP with the tiger mask.

The man thought for a moment and looked at his cigar before answering

"Ninety-six! Cause if i cant do sixty-nine! Ill try ninety six" he shrugged causing the other VIPS to laugh at him

"Good luck with that!"

"How do you know this guy!"

"I didnt bring him i thought you brought him!"

"Oh geez youll kill me!"

The mens laughter filled the room, they all clapped and hollered at the mans response. 'What a dog! Disgusting pervet! This really is a punishment, maybe the worst ones ever!' You thought

You watched people take vest with numbers on it.

"They always take the middle numbers first" you muttered

"Animal instinct. when are faced with danger they seek refuge in the herd" the man with the lion mask replied.

You looked at the frontman, he was the real show for you. You couldnt see under his madk but you knew it would be a real piece of meat. He was covered head to toe it made you imagine everything about him. How does he look? Does he like to have control in sex? How big is he..?

Your thoughts were quickly turned down when the guy in the tiger mask shouted at the screen

"You fuckwad! Piece of shit" he yelled in anger as the guy he betted on chose to go with the vest number one

"Today just isnt your day!" The guys laughed.

---

You were lost in your own boring world before the man with the tiger mask stood up

"Hey your leaving at the most exciting moment?" The guy with the eagle mask sat up.

"Hey you all have fun. Ill be off for a different kind of fun" You watched as the tiger masked guy takes one of the waiters to another room.

Everyone laughs

"The real 69 huh?" Your father laughs and exhales the smoke from his cigar

"Bon appétit!" One yelled.

You rolled your eyes at the thought, Ew. You feel bad for the waiters having to deal with him.

---

You sat beside your father as he clapped with the other VIPs.

You held the mask up to your face and looked around. This was such a bore! You didnt have your phone, nobody to talk to and alll you heard was your fathers idiotic voice.

"This is so boring" you muttered and shifted in your seat. You father pinched you

"Dont say that. We are guest here" he warned you.

"I think someones on her period!" The VIP with the lion mask laughed.

"You might not be having fun but you know who is" the guy with the beer mask laughed and referred to the VIP who left with the waiter.

"Shut up" you mumbled and glared at them all.

"Cmon all your pretty face needs to do is get laid.. i wont mind having the honors" The guy with the lion mask winked at you and let out a pur

"Disgusting" you muttered and your father defended you "hey! Thats my daughter you know!"

"Yeah im not interested in your old man dick!" You shouted, clearly annoyed

"Yeah maybe not mine but everyone noticed how you've been pratically eye fucking the frontman!" The guy with the lion mask pointed out and everyone except for you laughed at his comment.

"Shut up asswipe!" You rolled your eyes and flipped him off

The man drank his whiskey and laughed

---

After the game ended, everyone went back to their rooms.

You walked into your room and slumped on your bed. You threw the gold cat mask off and tossed it on the floor. The day has been so boring, even worse then when your dad brought you a black Porsche instead of a red one like you asked for.

You stripped off your clothes and went into the warm shower. The water washing away the day. You sighed in relief as you washed your hair and then body.

You noticed the shower head was removable and you picked it up. You shivered slightly as you thought of something.

You lifted your leg slightly and put the shower head on jet and put it near your clit.

You gasped slightly and bit your lip as the water pressure made you squirm.

You imagined it was the frontman playing with you. You imagine he just took you right now and started fucking you. You imagined the way he would throw you on your bed and start pounding into you. The way he would sound when he let out grunts. You imagined if he would choke you and hit you.

You trembled and began to rub your clit. You shook as you had an orgasim. It felt just divine, maybe that guy was right and you just needed to get laid.

---

After you cleaned yourself up and put on a nice clean pair of pajamas, you looked through the small fridge. It had wine and some waters. You hummed a song as you poured yourself a small glass of wine.

You sipped it before there was a knock at your door. You sighed and got up. You opened the door

"What do you want?" You questioned the pink guard and looked him up and down

"Well hello i dont got all day?" You rolled your eyes before he handed you a plate of food "oh" you mumbled and took it. You shut the door and placed the food on your bed.

You uncovered the food and it was some lobster, you pushed the food aside and got up from your bed. You put your slippers on and left your room to find that guard.

"Hello? Pink guy!" You shouted. You walked around for a few seconds

"Pink guy where are you!" You mumbled

"Fucking useless pricks" you spoke before turning around and there was a pink guard behind you

"Oh, triangle guy, you know....your big boss. I would like to have a word with him" you placed your hands on you hips and stood firmly

"Ma'am he-" the guard spoke before you gasped

"Ma'am? Are you calling me old! You know how offense that is! Do you want me to kill you!" You pushed him and scoffed

"Go get me that guy, i dont care and bring him to my room" you walked away and cursed under your breath about him being an idiot.

---

You sat in your room before there was a knock at your door. You got up and quickly ate a mint.

You opened the door and the frontman was there

"My guard told me you requested to see me?" He questioned. You nodded and pulled him into your room and shut the door

"You really need some new guards! They're just plain rude!" You crossed your arms

"Was there a problem?" He cleared his throat and stiffened slightly.

"Sir, do you want a glass of wine?" You smiled and grabbed a glass cup for him. You didnt wait for him to answer and gave him the glass.

He stared at you and you stared back.

"Why dont you take off your mask? Its just us here" you ran a finger on his arm, your skin touching the black cloth he's in

"We do not expose the identitys of anyone in this facility" the frontman protested. You let out a groan, and shook your head

"Cmon, i just want a peak. I wont mention it to anyone" you looked up at him and wrapped your arms around his neck.

"And plus...arent we paying you, should be far to get whatever I want." You pointed out and he nods.

He hesitated for a minute but eventually gave in. He didnt want to disappoint the VIPS and if she complained to il-nam, he would be in trouble. He pulled back his hoodie and took his mask off.

You stared at him for a few seconds. He was handsome, quite older but he was breathtaking and He was stunning and smelt like rich cologne.

"That...that is not a face you should keep behind a mask" you confessed and smiled.

"Thank you" he replied and stared down at you, he glanced at the pantie that was on the table, his pants got tighter and the room got hot. You looked down and noticed the buldge forming in his pants.

"Well you must be excited to see me" You crashed your lips into his. You pushed him onto your bed and got on top of him.

He was hesitating alot but he kissed you back so tenderly.

You pulled back but kept him beneath you.

"Why are you hesitating? What you think youre better then me?" You pulled him up by the collar of his shirt.

"No" He shook his head

"Whats your name?" You demanded. "Cmon i dont like to repeat myself!" You shook him slightly

"In-ho" he cleared his voice. You said it a few times to see how nicely it rolled off your tounge

"In-ho... its cute" you pushed his hair out of his face. You kissed his cheek and trapped his legs between yours.

"Whats yours?" He questioned and raised his eyebrow. You told him your name and he nodded

"Pretty" his hands rested on your waist and you kissed him again. You had control most of the time, you unbuttoned the big cloth he had on. He was fit, it was so breathtaking to see. You kissed his neck all the way down to his happy trail. He grunted softly and you made your way back up

"You brat" he sat up

"What did you say?" You furrowed your eyes brows. You were furious! Who is this man to say thay

"You heard me. Your a brat, a naughty girl. And you need a punishment" he pushed you off of him and switched positions. And now he had control.

He began to undress you. Stripping away all your clothing and leaving you soak and naked. He ran to finger on your clit

"What do you think your do-" you tried to protest and yelled but he quickly entered to fingers into you. You gasped and threw you head back. You had masterbated alot but this felt like something different. You gripped the bed sheets and moaned.

"You like that?" He snorted and curled his fingers. You whined and moaned as the sensation coursed throughout your whole body.

You arched you back as he licked your clit and shoved another finger into you. You let out another moan this time louder and more like a cry.

"Beg for it" he smirked and pulled his fingers out. You covered your burning face. You sat up and stared at him

"Well hurry up!" You shouted. He shook his head and smiled. He fixed his hair and licked your juices off his finger.

"I said beg. Maybe i wont punish you" he grabbed a hand full of your hair and pulled it back. You groaned slightly when your hair was pulled.

"Ok..i-im sorry" you spoke. You hated being in such a vulnerable situation. You clenched you jaw but you couldnt deny how turned on this made you. The way it made your clench on air. You were always the one in control its just so new.

"Sorry for what?" He pulled your hair harder

"For being a bad girl"

"And what else?"

You clenched your jaw tightly and he pulled your hair slightly stronger.

"im sorry. For being a brat" you whinced and he let go of your hair with a small push. You rubbed your scalp where he had your hair pulled. Before you could even say anything he was unbuckling his pants and punped his dick into you. It wasnt to big but it average length and was thick and really wide.

You let out a scream as he stretched your tight pussy out.

"Shh" he ran a finger over your lip and shushed you. Your lips parted and he shoved his thumb in your mouth. As he thrusted into you he pulled your bottom lip down with his thumb. You whimpered and moaned as his pace got faster.

You wrapped your legs around his waist and scratched his back. Your toes curled and your back arched as he kept hitting that same spot that made you squirm and tingle.

"You feel so good. Im gonna savor this moment" he grunted and slowed his pace.

"Youll cum when i tell you" he whispered dangerously in your ear. You whimpered and nodded

Your fingers twisted and gripped the bed sheets. This was the best thing youve ever felt. It was exhausting but worth it.

"Please... fuck me harder" you muttered

"What? Say it louder" his hand reached up to your throat and gripped it softly.

You clenched your pussy around his shaft and whimpered in response. You moaned and rubbed your face slightly

"Fuck me harder!" You demanded. Your cheeks were turning red from embarrassment and he nodded. He slammed himself into you, going at it harder.

You gasped as he thrusted himself at a amazing pace. The sounds of flesh slapping against one another filled the room. Along with grunts and moans.

You could hear one of the VIPS from the room beside you bang on the wall and yell shut up.

You whimpered and kissed in-ho

"In-ho... im so.." you whined

"Im so close. I cant take it anymore" you cried out as you felt that familiar knot form into your stomatch. You gripped his hair as you threw your head back and tried to hold your juices in.

He gripped your hips tight, tight enough to leave marks.

He began to suck on your neck, leaving hickeys everywhere for people can know who marked you, Who took you for himself.

With one more thrust he cummed inside you. Your insides filled with his seed.

You whimpered in response and had your orgasim. He nuzzled his head on the crook of your neck as his softening cock stayed inside of you..

"That was...amazing" you muttered but your gut turned as you realized he couldve gotten you pregnant

He nodded in agreement and pulled out of you. Both of your mixed juices spilling out of you.

He grabbed a hankerchief and cleaned himself up and turned to clean you up.

"I got it" you smiled and went into the bathroom. You gulped slightly and then cleaned yourself, making sure nothing was dirty.

After a few minutes, maybe 10? You came back to your room and he was gone. The bedsheets were changed though.

You furrowed your eyebrows before he tapped your back.

"Here" he handed you a plan B and sat you on the bed. You cleared your throat and downed it with some tea he made.

"Thank you, in-ho" you smiled. It was weird being so kind to someone but this man made you feel something, normally men would just leave you after sex maybe give you some money but hes taking care of you. Its weird but you liked it..

---

He made you cuddle with him, he stroked your hair as your head laid on his arm. You played with his hand and realized there wss no ring. You smiled at the though before he kissed your head.

"Go to sleep" he muttered and shifted you slightly. You guys cuddles in your favorite position to sleep and you drifted into your own little world. Your eyes shut and breathing became a pattern.

In-ho pulled away his arm and grabbed his belongings. He left the room and went into his headquarters.

He poured himself a glass of whiskey and thought about the situation. He looked at the picture of him and his old wife who passed away and downed his drink.

He had sex with many other girls, to shake away the feeling of missing his wife but you were so different then them. So difficult and bratty. It was such a turn on to put you into your place.

Most girls obey him straight away but you had some fire, some spark.

He didn't know it and you didnt either but now you guys belonged to eachother.

[virgoan-daydreams]

Ok I managed to stay up this late for BangChella. They better pull TOP out of a top hat or something, or else... I'll have to stay up next weekend, too, just to be sure 🌼

[mrspeacem1nusone]

The cutest human being ever🥰🥰

I do not own this video

[wherethegoldenleavesfall]

The Players walked into this situation, they made the choice to be there. And they were treated more fairly than they deserved.

Those who say the players have choices and were treated decently. Should take a one ticket to a desert to see if they can determine which is a mirage or not.

Consent has three components, all three need to be met. Any no answer to any of these means they are not of sound mind and body to make that clear. The players being desperate make their consent an illusion.

Consent consists of clear communication in both parties, continous in the sense it can be revoked at any time with no reprisals, and requires people to be conscious in both mind and body.

Let's answer the following questions then.

What rights do the players have? Are the players on an equal footing with the games? Did they truly consent?

Player Rights:

Well player rights is a singular vote in a majority wins all voting system made under a rad, gold color piggy bank filled with cash.

They cannot leave the room they are housed in which they are fed, slept, and can be killed at any time.

The food they are given are starvation rations, only breakfast and dinner is provided for.

The promise of fair games even that is a clear miss as both Ilnam and Inho cheat as players 001.

At least the bathrooms are nice though. They are kept nice and clean.

Power Dynamics:

The Games are hugely skewed to the organization as none of the players know where they are outside of beach noises.

They are kept underground and under lock and key. The players are at the organizers mercy as they could at anytime refuse to feed the players.

The game organizers would wish for you to see it as equal exchange but it is not. Do not be fooled as that is how abusers control the narrative.

The players are at the VIPS, employees, and Frontman's nonexistent mercy.

The Notion of Player "Consent":

The Games show clear contempt to the idea of consent. Consent cannot be freely given under force, coercion, manufactured or under duress. Consent cannot be given with multitudes of guards pointing guns at you.

Each of the players are under these:

They are under constant surveillance decades of it even before the recruiter approaches them. The recruiter encounters them in a manufactured way when the players are under duress and isolated from other people.

They are then given a card saying a game will be played and that only a few spots are left. After they win once after multiple failures they are hooked. Now comes the promise of a huge monetary reward if you call this number and participate in games. They nursed their bruised, reddened cheeks. They were assaulted by a smiling assailant.

They then call a number and given a password and that's considered "voluntary participation of the players own free will." Like that the password is a greenlight for the horrors to come.

Which none were told them that would involve being gassed into unconscious. Hence revoking the consent as that takes out concious choice. You cannot consent when you are passed out. They are then transported, undressed. Their personal belongings are taken from them. That take away their individuality and reduced them to a number. Much like livestock.

They are called by those numbers, so when they die all other players would only known them by that number. The players would think good, each number called out means one less competition for the prize.

The player is silenced as they die in daylight and they are given nothing except crematorium fire. The hopefully brief death of being burned alive for the rare unlucky few.

It's a nightmare that begins and ends for all but one "winner"

They wake up to disturbing eerie music (music can be used as a torture method). They (456 people) are stuck in one room with beds stacked high with many strangers.

They are then called trash countless times after the callout of a player number their name, and then their debt total. Especially when Sangwoo rightfully called them out on their bs, they turn it on him and shamed him.

That consent form is the most contradictory form ever. Clause 1 and 2 both take consent and throw it out the window. So they are stuck there unless the majority in clause 3 agrees to leave. If they cannot continue because they reach their psyche limit, they will be eliminated promptly.

They are told nothing of what games they are playing. For the sake of fairness.

No one has any idea what is going on.

So who do you blame the system or the players?

You know an interesting comparison to the stay or go debate is how people in intimate partner relationships are critized, scapegoated, and dumped on for either choices.

The question should be who is designing the system that made people so desperate? They rather face the known evil bear of the games or the sleuth of bears awaiting them once they are home.

One side is victim blaming, the other side is not.

And Inho, VIPs, Ilnam, and Squid Game employees:

This is for you:

[ojing-eo-don]

The whole "we are the vips" thing with squid game actually makes me think. We all have favorite characters we hoped would win, some were glad when others passed and some were sad, we basically betted on who would win, and in the end most of us were wrong. Humans are.