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♡･ﾟ₊ title: house rules
♡･ﾟ₊ pairing: se-mi x fem!reader
♡･ﾟ₊ au: sleepover monopoly to kinky confession
♡･ﾟ₊ genre: soft smut, teasing, playful dominance, fluff at the end
♡･ﾟ₊ warnings: explicit sexual content, consensual rough play, mild degradation, mention of bondage, language
♡･ﾟ₊ summary: it just starts as a harmless midnight monopoly game, but when dares get increasingly personal and secrets spill, you find yourself confessing your deepest kink to se-mi. she doesn’t laugh at you like you thought she would. instead, she pins you down, makes you beg, and shows you exactly how badly she wants you. and by morning, you’re hoping you never win again.
all of this tonight started with a joke.
“monopoly?” you ask, one eyebrow cocked, slumped on se-mi’s futon in your hoodie and shorts, legs tangled under a fleece blanket.
she rolls her eyes, digging through her closet for the dusty box like she’s already regretting it.
“you’ll regret this,” she warns. “i never lose.”
you smirk. “maybe you’ll regret playing against someone who plays dirty.”
by 11:45 p.m., the board’s out, the snacks are dwindling, and se-mi has successfully bought half the orange and red zones. she’s sipping sprite from a wine glass and lounging back with the confidence of someone who thinks this is all a metaphor for real estate power. you hate how hot she looks like this. brows furrowed, mouth slightly parted, hoodie sleeves pushed up her toned arms. bold and stubborn, headstrong and hot headed. but she’s soft around you lately. she leans into you without thinking, she lets her fingers linger too long when she hands you chance cards, and she laughs when your thigh bumps hers and doesn’t move away.
“you keep looking at me like you’ve got a secret,” she says, not looking up as she counts her fake bills.
you shrug. “maybe i do.”
midnight comes and goes. the lights stay low and neither of you bring up the fact that you could easily go home. instead you dig deeper, drop all pretense of strategy and turn the game into something else. she raises the stakes every time she beats you, one dare for each property lost. you’ve already posted a video of yourself pretending to moan se-mi's name on tiktok. she’s already licked whipped cream off your finger.
“truth or dare,” she says, stretching her arms back, hoodie riding up just enough to flash the skin of her stomach.
you try not to stare. anddd fuck, you already failed at that. “truth.”
“what’s the dirtiest thing you’ve ever wanted someone to do to you?” she says it so fast, so casually, you blink like you misheard.
you suck in a breath. your heart hiccups in your chest, she’s not joking. her gaze is steady, but her lips are slightly parted like she’s already imagining whatever you might say. your mouth is dry.
“i…” you shift, fingers tightening around the pillow in your lap. “i’ve always wanted someone to pin me down. not… like, in a scary way. but in a way that makes me feel like they need to.”
she doesn’t interrupt or mock you. her face softens, eyes narrowing just slightly like she’s focusing.
you breathe slower. “i want someone to be rough with me because they want me so badly they can’t help it. like, push me against a wall. make me beg. call me names. own it.”
the air goes quiet and the game board is long forgotten.
“fuck,” she whispers.
you look up. “what?”
she doesn’t say anything, she just stares at you.
“do you want me to do that to you?” she asks finally.
your breath catches, and your lips part as you nod.
se-mi swallows. her jaw tightens. “tell me what you want me to do. every detail.”
you whisper it, slowly. her hand creeps over your thigh, steady and purposefully. when you reach the part about wanting her hand wrapped around your throat. not to hurt you, but to own you. her pupils dilate.
“okay,” she says, voice hoarse. “get on your knees.”
you drop the pillow and crawl between her legs on the carpet. her hoodie brushes your cheek as she leans forward and threads her fingers through your hair, tugging gently.
“look at you,” she murmurs. “you’re so fucking pretty like this.”
you whimper when she kisses you. it’s brutal and wet. teeth and tongue and dominance, and she moans like she’s finally breathing after holding it in for too long. she pulls you onto her lap, hoodie on, shorts off. her fingers slide under your waistband, slow at first, until you’re gasping, grinding down into her palm.
“needy girl,” she mutters into your neck. “you like when i talk to you like this?”
you nod frantically. “yes. yes, se-mi, please–”
she flips you onto your back and presses her thigh between yours. she holds your wrists down against the floor with one hand while the other slips beneath your hoodie and plays with your breasts. you’re panting, whining, arching.
“you’re gonna come just from this?” she teases. “what a good little slut.”
your stomach tightens and your legs twitch.
“god, you love being used, huh? i bet you’d let me do anything.”
“i would,” you gasp. “i would. please–”
her fingers slide in, just two at first. your hips buck.
“look at me,” she says.
you do. she kisses you again. deeper and hungrier. fingers curling inside you, thumb teasing your clit in circles that make your vision blur.
“come for me,” she says roughly. “right now.”
you break apart with a cry. it pulses through you, intense and warm and so wanted you almost sob from it. she doesn’t let go. she keeps kissing your jaw, whispering filth and sweetness into your ear.
“you did so good,” she murmurs, brushing sweaty hair from your face. “so perfect for me.”
you cling to her. breathless, trembling, and most of all happy.
later, curled up beside her under a mountain of blankets, you whisper, “was this a one time thing?”
she looks down at you. smirks.
“not unless you want it to be,” she says, voice still rough from earlier. “but next time? i’m tying you up.”
you blush hard enough to glow in the dark.
“i hate monopoly,” you whisper.
she laughs. kisses your forehead.
“house rules,” she says. “you lose, you confess a kink. and i make it come true.”
you’re never winning again.
thank u for reading, angel ♡
(^_^) likes = monopoly rematch, the loser confesses another kink
synopsis: headcannons of hyun-ju helping you, her wife, give birth <3
warnings: no stupid squid games! baby is biologically both of yours <3
hyunju has been preparing for this moment since the day you both found out you were pregnant.
she’s read every book, attended every birthing class, and even practiced breathing techniques with you.
inside of her own head, she wished her military experience could've helped.
however, she was confident that everything was under control.
your wife's hands love gently resting on your belly as she whispers sweet reassurances to you and babygirl.
the woman's attentiveness is unmatched.
she’s memorized your birth plan, packed the hospital bag weeks in advance, and even made a playlist of soothing songs for the delivery room.
every detail matters to her because she knows this is your shared miracle.
the miracle she thought shed never have or experience.
in the early stages of labor, hyunju is a steady presence.
she’s by your side at home, rubbing your lower back as contractions start.
“you’re so strong, y/n,”
"breathe.."
"there is five minutes between every contraction. you're doing so good mama."
she murmurs everything.
hyun-jus voice is always soft but firm, grounding you.
she times each contraction with a stopwatch app on her phone, her brow furrowed in concentration.
when you wince, she’s quick to hold your hand, her thumb brushing over your knuckles.
“i’ve got you. just breathe with me, okay? in… and out…”
when it’s time to head to the hospital, hyunju is a whirlwind of calm efficiency.
she grabs the hospital bag, helps you into the car, and keeps one hand on your thigh during the drive, squeezing gently whenever you tense up.
“we’re almost there, my love,”
she says, her voice a warm spot in your mind.
she’s already called the hospital to let them know you’re coming, ensuring everything is ready.
due to past experiences with the hospital setting, hyun-ju is hyper-aware of how medical spaces can sometimes overlook people, so she’s prepared to advocate fiercely for both you and your baby.
at the hospital, hyunju transforms into your fiercest protector.
she’s polite but unwavering, making sure the nurses and doctors follow your birth plan to the letter.
when a nurse suggests something outside your preferences, hyunju steps in with a gentle but firm,
“excuse me, we discussed this in our plan. y/n wants to try natural pain management first and see how things do from there.”
hyunju's attentiveness to your needs is unwavering.
she notices every grimace, every shift in your posture, and she’s quick to ask,
“do you need more pillows? anything?”
as labor intensifies, hyunju stays glued to your side.
she holds your hand, letting you squeeze as hard as you need, even when her fingers go numb.
“you’re doing so well, y/n,”
she says, her eyes shining with pride and love.
she brushes damp hair from your forehead, her touch feather-light. when you’re too tired to speak, she reads your body language, offering sips of water or adjusting the room’s lighting to keep you comfortable.
hyunju’s own journey as a trans woman adds a layer of profound emotion to the experience.
she’s always dreamed of motherhood but never thought she’d see a child born from her love, carrying her biological traits.
in fact, she never believed that someone would love her enough to go through all of this with her.
however, you loved hyunju more than anything.
the way hyunju has been so caring and protective over you during your pregnancy only makes you want more childern with the strong woman.
as she watches you labor, she’s overwhelmed with gratitude.
“you’re giving me something i never thought i’d have,”
she whispers during a quiet moment, her voice thick with tears.
“this baby… she’s ours. she’s proof of us.”
when the pain peaks, hyunju becomes your cheerleader.
she kneels by the bed, her face close to yours, and says,
“you’re the strongest person i know, y/n. you’re bringing our daughter into the world. i’m so proud of you.”
she never lets go of your hand, her grip a steady reminder that she’s with you every step of the way.
hyunju’s attentiveness extends to the medical team.
she notices when a doctor seems rushed and gently but firmly asks for clarification.
“can you explain what that means for y/n and the baby?”
she asks, her tone calm but insistent.
she’s not just there for you emotionally.
she’s your advocate, ensuring your voice is heard even when you’re too exhausted to speak.
as you start pushing, hyunju’s emotions spill over.
she’s still holding your hand, but tears stream down her face as she watches you fight to bring your daughter into the world.
“you’re almost there, love,”
she says, her voice breaking as she holds one of your legs.
“i can’t believe how incredible you are.”
she’s in awe of you, her heart swelling with love and admiration.
she presses a kiss to your forehead, whispering,
“we’re so close to meeting her.”
when your daughter is born, the room fills with the sound of her first cry, and hyunju sobs openly.
she’s overwhelmed, her chest heaving as she looks at the tiny, perfect baby.
its her daughter, your daughter, the embodiment of your love.
“she’s here,”
hyunju chokes out, her voice raw with emotion.
“y/n, she’s here, and she’s beautiful.”
the doctor places the baby on your chest, and hyunju leans in, her hand trembling as she touches her daughter’s tiny fingers.
hyunju can’t stop staring at your daughter.
she sees her own features in the baby’s face.
the shape of her eyes, the curve of her nose.
it hits her like a strong wave.
“she’s got my eyes,”
she whispers, her voice filled with wonder.
“and your cheeks, y/n. look at her… she’s perfect.”
this moment is everything hyunju never dared to dream of, a tangible proof of her love with you, a love she once thought couldn’t create life.
as you rest, hyunju stays close, cradling your daughter when you’re too tired to hold her.
she sits beside you, the baby nestled in her arms, and she hums softly, a lullaby she’s practiced for months.
“i’m your mama,”
she whispers to the baby, her voice thick with emotion.
“and she's your mommy. you have is the bravest mommy in the world.”
she looks at you, her eyes shining.
hyunju’s attentiveness doesn’t stop after the birth.
she’s hyper-aware of your needs as you recover, fluffing your pillows, bringing you snacks, and making sure you’re comfortable.
when you’re ready to breastfeed, she’s there, adjusting the pillows to support you as she helps you with babygirl.
she’s in awe of your strength, and she tells you so constantly.
when the nurses come to check on you, hyunju is quick to ask questions.
“is y/n’s recovery on track? what can we do to help her heal?”
she’s not overbearing, but she’s diligent, ensuring you get the best care.
you make sure that the staff knows hyunju is the other mother, proudly introducing her as, "this is hyunju, my wife and our daughter’s other mama.”
the pride in your family is radiant.
hyunju’s love for your daughter is boundless.
she’s the first to change a diaper, her hands careful but confident as she murmurs to the whiney baby, “don’t worry, little one, mama’s got you.”
she’s meticulous, making sure everything is perfect for your baby.
when your daughter fusses, hyunju rocks her gently, singing softly until she quiets.
“she knows my voice already,”
she says to you, her smile wide and full of wonder.
as you both prepare to leave the hospital, hyunju takes charge, packing up your things and double-checking the car seat.
“we’re bringing our girl home,”
you says, your voice trembling with excitement.
she helps you into the car, her hand lingering on yours.
“you did something incredible, y/n. i’m so grateful for you.”
hyunju's eyes are wet again, but she’s smiling, her love for you and your daughter shining through.
at home, hyunju’s attentiveness heightens.
she sets up a cozy corner for you to rest, complete with blankets and your favorite snacks.
when your daughter cries in the middle of the night, hyunju is up in an instant, saying, “i’ll get her, love. you rest.”
hyunju brings the baby to you for feeding, sitting beside you and stroking your hair as you nurse.
hyunju loves pointing out the traits your daughter inherited from both of you.
“she’s got your stubborn streak,”
she teases when your daughter refuses a bottle, but her tone is full of affection.
“and your knack for drama,”
you add, laughing when the baby lets out a particularly loud wail.
every little trait feels like a miracle to her, a reminder that your love created this perfect little person.
one quiet evening, as you both watch your daughter sleep, hyunju turns to you, her eyes soft.
“i used to think i’d never know what it’s like to be a mother,”
she says, her voice barely above a whisper.
“but you… you gave me this. you made me a mama. i love you so much, y/n.”
she kisses you gently, her lips warm against yours.
you pulled away, smiling at her with the biggest twinkle in your eyes.
"you're the only person I'd ever carry this love with, hyunju."
hyunju’s advocacy never wavers for you.
at doctor’s appointments, she’s there, asking questions and taking notes.
“is the baby’s weight gain on track? what about y/n’s recovery?”
she’s not just attentive to your daughter, she’s attuned to you, making sure you’re supported as a new mother.
"hyunju, you don-"
“no, love.. you’re doing so much,”
she tells you.
“let me take care of you, too.”
as your daughter grows, hyunju remains the most loving, attentive mother.
she celebrates every milestone with you, from the first smile to the first giggle.
“look at her, y/n,”
she says, her voice full of awe as your daughter reaches for her.
hyunju’s tears come easily, but they’re always happy tears.
she cannot believe this testament to the life you’ve built together.
every night, hyunju holds you close, your daughter sleeping between you.
“this is everything,”
she whispers, her voice thick with emotion.
“you, her, us. i’ll spend my whole life loving you both.”
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authors note: BECAUSE SHE IS ALIVE AND I FUCKING SAID SO
Notes: a bit short because I haven't written in so long, and the dlc has fueled me to write and possibly draw again. Request from @bloodbrown !
Warnings: spoilers for the DLC, sort of but not really but just in case lol
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Becoming more human meant feeling things like the rain that soaks your
clothes, the harsh wind that nips at your face, and the horrible heat from the
burning puppets that like to spew at you! For P, he was starting to get used
to it until he somehow travelled back in time, before the puppet frenzy, and
experienced the harsh new feeling of the cold. P was fascinated with the
snow that crunched under his shoes, it was colder than what he was used
to but it wasn’t so bad…until carcasses and wolfs pelted practically frozen
bullets at him. The poor puppet was now dealing with a frost ailment, and it
was freezing. Unbeknownst to him, you had somehow managed to follow
him into the past also and when he spotted you a look of surprise was on
his face.
You give a smile and spoke up, “Freezing, isn’t it? Snow tends to be like
that,” you chuckle.
He hugs his arms and makes a shivering motion, you smile and walk
towards him. You grab your scarf that was around your waist, it wasn’t thick
but it would help a little. He watches you and can feel the heat warming him
up, he takes the end of your scarf and feels it between his fingers and as
he does you lean on the rickety wooden fence and look down to see Krat
Zoo.
“Krat Zoo…didn’t think I would see this place again…” you spoke, eyes
casting over the semi abandoned building. “If I remember correctly, it got
burned down when the frenzy hit.” You inform him as you stare out into the
view, ready to face him again you feel pressure on your back, you blink and
turn your head to see the puppet cuddling against your back.
“Is the scarf not doing you justice, friend?” You chuckle as you turn to him,
he looks at you before moving closer making you chuckle as you wrap your arms around him. You stroke his hair as your other arm wraps over his
waist to hold him, you can feel his breath on the nape of your neck. “You’re
breathing…looks like you’re still lying,” you tease as he pulls back a little
and huffs, there were times he didn’t want to lie, especially to you, but had
to in order to maintain his human nature and you understood that.
You
ruffle his hair and pull him closer, your embrace was much more comforting
than your scarf. You feel his arms move under yours to hug you back which
made you smile and you were sure you felt him smile too. The wind was
getting colder making you shiver, this caught P’s attention, yes he was cold
but you were human from the start and he knew humans could get sick so he pulls away and takes your hand before walking down the snowy hill,
making sure to have his weapon at the ready to protect you.
Soon enough, you come across the zoo and…it was terrible. Animals had
been turned into grotesque monsters, it made you sad as you watch P take
them down quickly as he could. You finally get to another stargazer inside
the zoos museum, you shiver and turn to see P walking slower than usual,
he seemed to be freezing once again.
You walk up to him, “you okay?” He shakes his head and hugs you this
time cause you to jump a little, you then hear his soft voice whisper, “head
back…after this…” you blink in confusion before realising, “oh, I would
but…I don’t think I can.” You then pull away from him and attempt to use
the stargazer…there was no option for you. You give him a look and he
sighs, he takes your hand before speaking. “Stay close…don’t want you
hurt. It makes me feel…upset.”
He grips your hand a little which makes you smile as you place your free
hand on top of his, “of course I will-“, you were cut off as he pulls you close
to him, he closes his eyes and buries his face into your neck once again.
You laugh and rub his arms, looks like you were going to have to be his warmth through this cold adventure.
After defeating the King of Puppets, Pinocchio has been experiencing significant changes.
- warnings: none
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You stand there on the second floor of the hotel, gently stroking Spring, the ginger cat who had claimed your curious and gentle puppet's heart from the very first day.
Geppetto is holed up in his study, immersed in his usual tinkerings, while Polendina has wandered off somewhere, though you faintly recall him mentioning a desire to speak with Pinocchio.
The moment feels quiet, still, but then a faint noise catches your attention. You step closer to the railing, peering down into the lobby, and your eyes widen.
There they stand, both Sophia and Pinocchio, speaking in soft tones. He has finally returned. Yet something about him seems... different. The puppet beside her doesn’t look quite the same. Has his hair grown longer?
Your gaze lingers on him, drawn irresistibly, while Spring meows plaintively at your side, swatting at your arm in protest of your sudden inattention. Her little paws tug at you, but you don’t move, you can’t move. Not yet.
Finally, after a beat that stretches on for what feels like forever, you take a deep breath and descend the stairs, your heart light yet heavy in the same moment. He sees you immediately, of course. He always does. Pinocchio steps toward you, meeting you halfway, and you reach out, resting your hands gently on his shoulders. Your eyes take him in with quiet reverence, a soft awe you don’t try to hide.
And he tenses, just slightly, beneath your touch.
"You...your hair..." Your voice is soft, almost a whisper, filled with something he can’t quite name.
At your words, he stiffens further, his mind spiraling into uncertainty. Does this change make him... less? Less worthy? Less of what you want? His voice is hesitant, testing the fragile waters of your reaction.
"Is it...not okay?"
His question is barely above a murmur, yet it carries the weight of his fears. He is learning, changing, becoming more human with every passing day, and with that growth comes the anxiety of never quite knowing what is right or wrong, what is enough.
"What? No! No, no, no, dear," you blurt out, your tone swift and urgent, as if to dispel every doubt clouding his mind. "It's perfectly fine."
Without thinking, your fingers move to tuck a stray strand of his dark, soft hair behind his ear. Your hand lingers, cupping his cold, freckled cheek with a tenderness that feels like home.
"I think you look beautiful," you say, and your words are a quiet melody, carried on the warmth of a gentle smile. And he was. He really was beautiful.
Pinocchio’s mechanical heart stutters, his springs tightening as if trying to contain the weight of his emotions. In this moment, he feels weightless, floating, soaring, as if the simple way you look at him could unmake and remake him all at once.
This feeling, he thinks, must be what it means to change. To be real. To be human. And it’s all he wants. Though, in truth, he’s known what he wants for a long time now.
He wants you.
He wants you.
The spell of the moment is broken by the soft circling of Spring around your legs, her tail curling with playful insistence. You chuckle at her antics, a sound that draws a small but unmistakable smile from Pinocchio.
Lowkey losing my nerves over this game but it's pino so it's alr <3
I beat the king of puppets yesterday and got reminded of something that I thought of like a year ago and oh OH. I had to write this
From her place nearby, Sophia watches, a knowing look in her eye and a quiet grin curling at her lips. She says nothing, but in her silence, there is understanding, an acknowledgment of a love that is growing, tender and real, between a human and a puppet who is learning to love.
It was a surprise to find this book in my possession. I was a fan even before the game came out! 🥰
“Then he looked in the mirror and did not recognize himself. He no longer saw the same wooden man, the doll, but saw a living, smart, handsome boy with chestnut hair and blue eyes, with a cheerful, happy face.“
Pinocchio turned and looked at him closely. And after he had looked at him closely for a minute, he said with a deep sigh:
“How funny I was when I was a Marionette! And how happy I am that now I am a real boy!”
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