#jongin writing

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Reckless (2)

Pairing: Lee Know x Reader

Genre: Brothers Bestfriend

Warning: Hurt.. smutty smut [18+ ONLY, MINORS DO NOT READ]

Word Count: 2.6k

Part One |

Taglist: @hyunjinhoexxx @ovulatingrn @jisunglyricist @guiltycoco @fawnpeaks @purple-bell @seungminsapuppy @chanbahng29

“Dumb enough to do what, exactly?” You ask Jisung, eyes darting between him and Minho.

“Fuck around, get to together.. you know, anything like that.” Jisung chuckles.

“Would that really be so bad?” Minho asks, locking eyes with you as Jisung looks down at his food, that was your food, and laughs.

“It would be hell on earth.” He yells. “My little sister and my best friend? Ew, never happening.”

“Don't worry man, I would never go for Y/N. She's not even my type.” Minho laughs.

You glance at Minho, who is now avoiding eye contact.

“But you can go after my best friend?” You scoff, pushing his shoulder a little.

“What?” He asks. “When did I go after Hyunjin?”

You roll your eyes at him. “Not Hyunjin, Jisoo you moron!”

“She's hot.” Jisung laughs, looking at Minho. “And judging by his face, he thinks so too.”

“Ah, um, no, I don't.” Minho says. “I really don't.”

“It's okay, her and I are just a casual hookup thing, I can set you up with her.” Jisung offer.

“Since when are you a casual hook up thing with her?” You ask.

“Since last night.” Jisung explains, with a giant smile on his face. “So, you wanna get set up?” He asks Minho, wiggling his eyebrows.

“I don't need your help with women. I'm perfectly capable of getting them on my own.” Minho laughs.

“I'm gonna set you up anyway!” Jisuung yells, excitedly. “Minho and Jisoo!”

You look at Minho, you're not even sure with what kind of expression.

“As fun as this has been, I have to go get ready for class. Both of you, goodluck with the whole Jisoo thing.” You say, forcing a smile as you walk past both of them.

“What's up her ass?” Jisung laughs as you walk out of the room.

You hated him so much sometimes. As you're gathering your bag and books there's a knock at your door.

“Go away.” You yell, grabbing your phone off your bed.

“Open the door.” You hear. You rolled your eyes, you had no choice, you had to leave anyway. You pull the door open, seeing Minho standing there, looking guilty. “What?”

“Listen.” Minho starts.

“Don't.” You say, putting up your hand. “Whatever happened was a drunk thing, I'm not even your type so don't worry about it.” You finish, moving past him, heading downstairs and out the front door.

“Guys fucking suck.” You scoff, sliding into the seat next to Hyunjin.

“Good afternoon to you too.” He chuckles, running his hands through his hair.

“I'm sorry, not you. Just a select few.” You sigh.

“Your brother?” He asks, glancing at you.

“He's one, yes. He hooked up with Jisoo.” You shiver, the thought makes you nauseous.

“Yeah, unfortunately I saw that.” Hyunjin sighs. “I had nightmares last night from it. Also, where did you disappear too? You said you were getting a drink and never came back.” He pouts.

“Ah, I got pulled into the hallway by one of Jisung's friends apparently. Changbin.” You explain, opening your text book.

“That creepy fuck?” He almost yells. “Stay away from him.”

“That's the plan.” You smile as your professor walks into the room. Hyunjin leans over, his lips brushing your ear. “Do you wanna get a drink after this?” He asks.

You smile at him and nod your head. Hopefully you'll be able to make it through this class. At the end of the lecture, your head was pounding. You were exhausted and confused by the entire lesson plan. You swore you had no fucking clue what your teacher was talking about in almost any of the class.

“Drink?” Hyunjin asks. You desperately nod your head as he links arms with you, heading to your favorite pub. You know those people who say they're going to only have one drink, and end up having multiple? Yeah that was you and Hyunjin. One turned to two, which turned to three, and four and so on. By your 6th drink you were hiccuping and slurring your words.

“Let's get you out of here.” Hyunjin laughs, pulling your arm.

“I don't wanna go hooooomeeee.” You whine. “Stupid Minho is there.”

“What'd he do?” Hyunjin asks, holding your shoulder as he guides you out of the pub.

“I'm not his tyyyypee.” You exaggerate.

“But you're everyone's type.” Hyunjin scoffs. “Especially mine.”

“No..” you hiccup. “No No don't do that.”

“Do what?” He asks. He leans his face close to yours, and you're uncomfortable. You can feel in your pocket, your phone vibrating. You grab it, fumbling to answer the call, not even reading who was calling.

“Hellooooo?” You answer, moving away from Hyunjin's close face.

“Where are you?”

“Minho?” You ask.

“Yes, Y/N, Where are you?” He asks again.

“Why do you even care?” You wonder.

“Y/N. Please, just tell me.” He sighs.

“I got a drink with Hyunjinnie.” you giggle. “That turned into 6.. I think he's trying to kiss me.” You whisper.

“At the pub by school?” He asks.

“Yeah, we left. He's walking me home.”

“Stay there.” He deadpans. “I'm on my way.”

You wanted to tell him no but the line went dead. You slipped your phone back in your pocket as Hyunjin walked over to you. “Who was that?”

“Minho.” You slur. “He told me to wait here.” You sigh, rolling your eyes.

“I'm more than capable of taking you home, you know.” He whines. You look at him, he looks annoyed.

“Yeah, I know.” You smile. “I didn't ask him to come.” You chuckle.

“Doesn't matter. Why does he have to come? Why can't I just have some time with you. And why are you okay with him coming!? I thought you didn't like him.” He huffs.

“It's complicated Hyunjin..” you sigh. This sudden serious talk was beginning to sober you up and you didn't like it.

“Complicated how?” He asks. You grab the sleeve of his arm, dragging him back towards the bar.

“More drinks.” You huff, Hyunjin in tow. Hyunjin chuckles from behind you, as the two of you enter the bar. You wanted to see how many shots you were able to do before Minho busted through the door.

It ended up only being two. The front door of the pub swings open, a huffing Minho walks in, looking around the bar for you. You tried to duck behind Hyunjin, but drunk you weren't the best at hiding.

“Minho.” Hyunjin says, placing his hand on Minho's chest to stop him. “She's fine with me. You can go.” He finishes.

Minho looks down at Hyunjins hand, swatting it off of him. “She's fine with you, huh?” He laughs. “After you tried to kiss her?” Hyunjin doesn't say anything. “Yeah, that's what I thought. Y/N, let's go. I told Jisung I'd bring you home.”

“So you're not here because you want to be.” You sigh, standing up. “Jisung sent you?”

“Yeah.” Minho responds, avoiding your eyes. You scoff, pushing past him and Hyunjin, towards the front door.

Minho follows closely behind you as you walk out the door. “I'm parked right there.” He says, pointing to his car.

You huff as you walk towards it, climbing in the back seat. Minho climbs into The driver's seat, turning around to look at you. “Why are you back there?” He asks.

“It's much safer back here.” You say, crossing your arms.

“Safer from what?” He asks, starting the car.

“Safer from you. You can't kiss me back here and then tell people I'm not your type.” You yell.

“Y/N.. that's not..” he starts.

“Don't wanna hear it.” You yell, cutting him off. He sighs as he starts to drive towards your house. The rest of the ride goes by in silence. You walk in the door first, Jisung tries to greet you but instead you walk straight up the stairs and head towards your room, changing into some shorts and a tank top before crawling into bed. You glance at the clock, it was only 10pm, and Jisung had already forced you to go home. It wasn't even that late, you were an adult, so why were you listening to them? You pulled out your phone to send a text to Jisoo, seeing what she was doing.

[To: Jisooooo] 10:02pm: What are you doing rn?

[From: Jisooooo] 10:05pm: Party at the EXO house. Come!!

You smile at your phone as you crawl out of bed and head to your closet. You slip on a dress, quickly doing some makeup and your hair. You grab a pair of shoes. You open your bedroom door, peeking out into the hallway, not seeing anyone you quietly head down the stairs, trying to be as quiet as you possibly can. You peek around the corner, seeing Minho and Jisung watching something on the couch. You tiptoe by, opening the front door, and of course it squeaks.

“Y/N?” Jisung yells. You pull the door open as fast as you can, not bothering to shut it and you bolt from the house. You look behind you, seeing Jisung's shadow in the door frame as you take off.

Once you feel like you're far enough, you slow down, put on your shoes and call an Uber, which comes quickly, taking you to the lively house.

Jisoo came outside as soon as you texted that you had shown up. She pulls you into the house, heading straight for the drinks, which were surrounded by so many attractive men.

“Y/N, this is Kai, Sehun, Chanyeol, Baekhyun and Kyungsoo.” She says, introducing you. You smile and wave at them all, but one in particular cannot take his eyes off of you.

The seven of you stand around taking shots, talking and laughing for a few minutes, until Kai holds his hand out to you. ‘Wanna dance?” He asks, with a gorgeous smile. You take his hand, smiling back at him before he drags you to the living room.

You're hot as you dance in the crowd of people, Kai’s hands roaming your body as the two of you danced close to each other. His eyes remain on you and yours on his, you are completely oblivious to anything else going on, until Kai is ripped away from you. You look over in shock to see Minho standing there. He walks closer to you, you back up until you can't anymore. His chest pressed against yours as he stared at you.

“What are you doing?” he asks, cocking his head to the side.

“Dancing. What does it look like?” You ask.

Minho is pulled away from you. You see Kai standing there, the collar of Minho's shirt crumpled up in Kai's fists.

“What the fuck, man?” Kai yells, shoving Minho back. “Y/N, Do you know this dude?” He asks.

You sigh, running your hand over your face. “He's my brother's friend.” You say. Kai nods his head, walking away, but keeping a close eye on Minho. You grab Minho's wrist, pulling him outside the house.

“What are you doing here!?” You ask.

He chuckles a humorless laugh. “Why are you trying to make me jealous?” He asks, walking closer to you, moving his face closer to yours.

“Why are you jealous? I'm not your..” you say before he cuts you off.

“Cut the shit.” He breathes, crashing his lips onto yours. His hand presses against the back of your head, pushing into the kiss harder. His lips move against yours as his tongue slides into your mouth, swirling around your own. You wrap your arms around him, bringing your bodies closer together. The sound of someone yelling causes the two of you to break the kiss. Minho pulls you to his car, opening the passenger door for you before moving around to the driver's side. He speeds off, turning down random streets until you hit one that's fully dark. His hand held onto your thigh the entire time, slowly sliding up with each turn.

He puts the car in park, sliding his seat back. You reach over, unbuttoning his pants as he kisses you again, this time with more desperation and neediness. His hands roam your body as he pulls you closer to him and onto him, straddling him. He pulls his cock out before moving your panties to the side. Just as you begin to lower yourself onto him, his phone rings. He grabs it from the cup holder, groaning as Jisung's name flashes across the screen.

“Don't answer.” You breathe, desperate to feel his cock inside you.

He swipes to answer. “Yeah?”

“Did you find her?” Jisung asks. You smirk as you lower yourself onto him, his cock stretching you out. You watch Minho's face as he squeezes his eyes shut, biting his lip to keep from moaning out.

“Yeah, I've got eyes on her - She's fine. I'll get her home soon.” He says, hanging up the phone and tossing it to the seat next to him .

“You lied to him.” You moan as you rock your hips against him, his cock so deep inside you.

“It's not a lie.” He smirks. “I do have eyes on you.” He says, his hands on your hips as he guides you while you ride him. Minho moves his hands all over your body, up to your breasts, pulling them from your dress. He grips them, pulling you closer to him as he slips your nipple into your mouth, sucking on it. You cry out as you bounce on his dick, the feeling of his tongue swirling around your nipple sending you over the edge.

“God damn.” He groans. “You feel so fucking good.”

You smile as you throw your head back, he bucks his hips, pushing himself deeper into you. You run your hands through his hair as you continue grinding on him, your orgasm building so quickly.

“Fuck.” You breathe, squeezing your cunt around him, trying to delay your orgasm but it doesn't work, your eyes roll back as you cry out, your orgasm pulsates through your body.

“Oh fuck.” He groans. “I'm gonna cum.”

“Cum in my pussy.” You breathe, bouncing harder. “I'm on birth control.”

Minho moans loudly as he cums, thrusting himself deeper inside you. The two of you breathe heavily, your chests heaving as you slide off his cock and back into the passenger seat.

The rest of the ride is quiet as he drives back to your house. You walk in the front door, Jisung is in the living room.

“Don't take off again, please.” He sighs, his eyes never leaving the tv.

“Night.” You say, heading up the stairs to take a shower. That night you fall asleep, dreaming of Minho and what this night meant for the two of you.

The next morning you wake up happy as fuck. Happier than you had been in a very long time. It was Saturday and you were excited for the day and what might come of it. You look at the clock, you'd slept in late, it was already 1pm. You went downstairs, seeing Jisung and Minho in the kitchen talking and laughing.

“What's your plan tonight, Y/N?” Jisung asks, popping a candy in his mouth.

“I'm not sure yet.” You smile, glancing at Minho. “What about you?” You ask your brother.

“Gonna have people over later, but first Minho and I are going on a double date.” He laughs.

“Oh?” You partially choke. “A date?”

“Yeah.” Jisung chuckles. “Minho has been talking to Maya for a few weeks. And Jisoo and I are going to join them.” He explains. You look over at Minho, who won't look at you.

“Sounds fun.” You whisper.

“Yeah.” Minho pipes up. “It should be.”

[fuyuu-chan]

For You I Would Sacrifice Anything...Even If It Cost My Life

Characters: Neuvillette, Kamisato Ayato, Jing Yuan, Loucha, Sunday, Vyn (??), Sung Jin Woo, Baek Yoon-Ho, Choi Jong-In, Megumi Fushiguro, Nanami Kento, Geto Suguru, Regis Adri Floyen, Shoto Todoroki (+ some characters you think fit)

Fuyuu-chan: I thought I already posted this but apparently not so here it is ✨

Genre: Angst to Fluff

Warning: Not Proofread, no scenario of what happened before the injury, mention of bleeding and blood

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"Why did you do that?" He said as he holds you in his arms, you're still bleeding and he was trying to make it stop until the medics arrive.

"Isn't it just the normal...thing to do?...To save someone you love away from the danger..." You trail off as you were finding it hard to talk and you were catching your breath.

"...besides I can't...just watch you get hurt in front of me..." You said as you cough up blood as you close one of your eyes.

"Hey hey don't close your eyes... well try not to" he says as he was getting more worried, panic is slowly getting to him which is rare since he's always the calm, collected person.

"You're also crazy to do that, promise me don't do it again" he said as he was tearing up a bit, guilty because this happened to you when he promised to protect you.

You chuckled a bit. "Don't blame me... This is what love do, also I can't promise anything". That's the last thing you said as you slowly closed your eyes because you can't keep it open anymore. At least before you close it you see people approaching the two of you and (his name) calling out to you but it faded as you lost your consciousness.

"(Name)! (Name)!" He called out to you as he slightly tapped your cheek and shake you while he was now crying and he was shaking, but to his dismay it didn't work you were unconscious.

"..."

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You slowly open your eyes and see a ceiling but you closed your eyes immediately because of the light, you blinked a few times adjusting your eyes. After a few seconds you opened it fully and turned to your sides. Seems like you're in a hospital (or infirmary) as you turned to your left you saw him, he was sleeping.

You didn't want to disturb, so you try to sat up by yourself and get water as your throat is dry. But you should've think twice by doing so cause as you tried that your injury -stinged?? It hurts which made you make a noise and go back from your position when you wake up and by that you accidentally wake him up. So much for thinking you don't want to disturb his sleep.

He opened his eyes immediately as he heard a noise and he looks at you. Shocked but slightly relieved that it's just you.

"Oh you're awake, are you okay?" He said as he got up from the seat and goes closer to you.

"Ah I'm sorry for waking you up" you apologized as you looked away.

"No it's alright, does your body hurt?" He asked, you can tell he's worried.

"Umm yes when I tried to sat up it hurts probably my injury" you said as you looked at your bandaged injury.

He sighed. "Don't make any moves by yourself alright? Cause it will hurt, the doctors also told me that, do you need something though?"

"Yes...I want water my throat is a bit dry" you said as you looked at him.

He gave you water and he assist you. Also he bought you food since it's been two days since you were asleep so while feeding you he was giving you a lecture about what happened, you can really tell he's guilty especially he promised to protect you but you apologized to at least make him feel better. He teared up a bit while talking to you saying that you scared him to death because he thought you were gonna leave him and that he can't live without you.

It takes you a lot of time to comfort him with words to calm him and reassure him that you were fine and that you're still alive.

But to be fair no matter what happens you are ready to protect him, because you want your love ones to be safe. You know his capable on protecting himself but who can blame you? If you truly love someone you would do anything for them. Sacrifice even.

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Please do not copy, translate, repost to any other social media, Thank you

[hansolsticio]

ᝰ.ᐟ kim jongin — pêssego.

— príncipe ! jongin × leitora — gênero: sugestivo. — conteúdo/avisos: jongin canalha ♡, linguagem sugestiva, o kai tem um irmão, frutas, saliva, honestamente não tem nada demais. — word count: 1348. — nota da autora: oi, gente! ninguém pediu isso aqui e eu nem escrevo pro kai, mas tava vendo umas performances de peaches e o sorrisinho de malandro dele me deixou toda mole :)

O fato de ter praticamente crescido dentro da dinastia dos Kim te permitiu aprender muitas coisas. Uma delas é que Kim Jongin era um príncipe meio fajuto, que com certeza não estava de acordo com o que normalmente se esperaria de um príncipe. Ora, você o conhece desde pequeno, se há uma pessoa habituada com o comportamento imprudente do Kim, essa pessoa é certamente é você. A convivência de vocês dois experimentou o seu auge na infância, foram anos suportando toda a insolência e desaforo de Jongin — que, nessa época, era um garoto muito malcriado. A senhora Kim perdeu as contas de quantas vezes precisou repreendê-lo. Naquela casa, o silêncio era sempre suspeito e geralmente seguido de um "solta meu cabelo!" exasperado ou qualquer reclamação desse gênero.

As briguinhas cessaram na adolescência, houve um afastamento entre vocês dois, que, em maior parte, se devia ao fato de toda a preparação para que você finalmente se tornasse dama de confiança da senhora Kim. Jongin também experimentou seus próprios dilemas, e esses iam muito além dos hormônios começando a ferver dentro do corpo. Envolviam o senhor Kim e todo o seu temperamento austero, ele estava longe de ser um mau rei, mas era extremamente exigente — principalmente no que se tratava dos filhos. O príncipe mais novo não era um dos melhores quando o assunto era obedecer as ordens de seu pai e também não media esforços para tecer comentários exagerados sobre a nítida preferência do rei pelo seu irmão mais velho, Kim Siwoo.

Era comum que o salão de jantar ecoasse com a voz do senhor Kim, que rompia gritos e mais gritos em reprovação a conduta de Jongin e ele não ficava para trás, rebatia os comentários do pai sem pudor algum. As discussões se tornaram cada vez mais corriqueiras, Siwoo e a senhora Kim não eram mais tão eficazes em suas tentativas de apaziguar a situação. O acúmulo de todas essas circunstâncias resultaram em alguns anos de afastamento por parte de Jongin, uma vez que o senhor Kim o obrigou a conviver por um tempo com a divisão superior do exército real, como uma espécie de punição. Obviamente, o príncipe mais novo se recusou a ir, entretanto as súplicas angustiadas da senhora Kim — que temia a possibilidade de algo pior acontecendo — foram suficientes para convencê-lo.

A punição pareceu ter surtido efeito. Quando Jongin finalmente retornou, parecia outra pessoa. Era mais contido, educado e polido. A performance era satisfatória o suficiente para enganar o senhor Kim, mas você era inteligente demais para acreditar. Só precisou contemplar os olhos felinos para saber que o Jongin que você conhecia ainda estava ali, mais atrevido do que nunca.

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Suas mãos habilidosas faziam um ótimo trabalho cortando e organizando as frutas — a senhora Kim gostava delas como acompanhamento para o chá da tarde. A chegada da primavera te agraciava com um belíssimo cenário para se observar através da janela da cozinha, até mesmo pensou em passar um tempo no jardim assim que fosse dispensada de suas obrigações. Terminava de organizar as maçãs na bandeja até ouvir passos atrás de você, se virou sorridente, supunha que era a governanta entrando.

"Feliz em me ver?", Jongin caminhava de soslaio. O rosto ostentando uma expressão satisfeita.

"Não, vossa alteza. Pensei que fosse outra pessoa.", sua expressão se fechou, tentou transmitir o máximo de respeito possível. O príncipe franziu a testa com toda a formalidade em seu tom.

"Você sabe que eu não gosto de toda essa 'coisa' aí. Me chama de Jongin.", se apoiando na bancada, observou você voltando a cortar as frutas.

"A senhora Kim não acha apropriado que-", você evitava contato visual, fazia tempo desde sua última interação com o homem.

"A senhora Kim não está aqui agora, está? Já disse, me chama de Jongin.", interrompeu autoritário. Aparentemente não deu para esconder o quão apreensiva você ficou com o tom, já que a reação dele veio logo em seguida. "Não era 'pra sair dessa forma, desculpa. O que quero dizer é que você já me conhece há tempo demais. Entende?", tentou ser mais cauteloso dessa vez, observando suas reações. Você acenou com a cabeça, sem tirar os olhos da bancada a sua frente. "Para quem são essas frutas? Pra mamãe?", tentou puxar assunto. A situação era um tanto incomum, visto que a família Kim sequer chegava perto da cozinha. A presença do homem ali te deixava meio inquieta, nem pareciam ter crescido juntos.

"Sim, vossa- Jongin.", você se corrigiu rapidamente, ouvindo o homem dar uma risada contida. Suas mãos finalizavam a organização dos cortes de ameixa e você já olhava para seu próximo alvo: pêssegos. Iniciou o corte, concentrando-se em deixá-los o mais regulares e aprazíveis que conseguia.

"Eu gosto muito de pêssegos, sabia?", você sabia sim. As preferências alimentares do homem não haviam mudado praticamente nada desde a infância, pêssego era a fruta favorita de Jongin. "Posso pegar um pedaço?", era uma frase muito inconsistente com o comportamento do Jongin antigo, que já teria pegado sem falar absolutamente nada.

"Pode sim.", você concordou com a cabeça dando espaço para que ele fosse capaz de pegar sem problemas.

"Minhas mãos estão sujas.", levantou as palmas na altura do rosto, mexendo os dedos num gesto inquieto. "Você bem que podia dar 'pra mim.", a voz carregava uma carga de duplicidade. E você jura que se esforçou para não enxergar o duplo sentido, porém foi mais forte que você. Sua boca se abriu com incerteza, não sabia o que falar.

"Claro.", negar não fazia parte do repertório da sua personalidade prestativa. Segurou um dos cortes da fruta entre o dedão e o indicador, colocando a mão na altura do rosto de Jongin. O homem segurou seu pulso com delicadeza para assegurar que sua mão não saísse do lugar. A boca se abriu o suficiente para que ele fosse capaz de apanhar a fruta com os dentes, os lábios rosados se fechando em volta dos seus dígitos. Jongin não tirou os olhos dos seus enquanto usava a ponta da língua para recolher o suco que havia escorrido entre os seus dedos, produzindo sons que quase soavam como gemidos. O príncipe sorveu seus dedos uma última vez, afastando o rosto com um estalo.

"Que delícia! Tão docinho...", o sorriso arteiro agora adornava o rosto bonito. Seu rosto formigava furiosamente, você era incapaz de esconder o espanto em suas expressões, os pelinhos haviam se levantado desde o momento em que Jongin segurou seu pulso. Ele te puxou com cautela, a mão livre apoiou-se na parte inferior das suas costas. O rosto, que agora estava a centímetros do seu, te obrigava a olhar para cima — tendo em vista o fato do homem ser mais alto que você.

"Jongin.", balbuciou em choque, seu coração estava prestes a saltar do seu peito. Suas mãos usavam os ombros fortes do homem como uma espécie de suporte, foi instinto colocá-las lá.

"Você quer provar também?", a voz era grave e o hálito quentinho entrava em contato com seu rosto, te fazendo suspirar. O homem roçou os lábios molhadinhos no canto da sua boca, vendo você fechar os olhos em expectativa. "Hm? Quer?", acariciou sua cintura, como se te estimulasse a responder.

Sua resposta ficou presa na garganta. Pois assim que foi capaz de abrir a boca para falar alguma coisa, a voz estridente da senhora Kim invadiu a audição de vocês dois. Jongin sorriu com malícia, vendo sua expressão se retorcer em descontentamento.

"É. Fica 'pra próxima então.", selou o cantinho dos seus lábios, se afastando com agilidade. Seu coração ainda palpitava quando a senhora Kim finalmente entrou na cozinha e te questionou sobre a demora, sua mente atordoada era incapaz de processar uma resposta. "Eu que prendi ela, mamãe. Estava fazendo algumas perguntas sobre o jardim.", o homem respondeu simplista, a mentira deslizava com facilidade através da voz doce — que ele só havia começado a utilizar, porque a mãe entrou no cômodo.

O restante do seu dia foi gasto nas nuvens, você achava que talvez elas fossem capazes de te responder quando que aconteceria essa "próxima".

[baekhyunsbestie]

omg so imagine you're a driven professional, trying to keep your cool as you navigate your way through the corporate jungle. then there’s him—baekhyun—the coworker who seems to exist solely just to test your fucking patience. always witty, annoyingly charming, and infuriatingly good at his job. you can’t decide what’s more irritating: his smirk when he knows he’s gotten under your skin or the fact that you can’t stop noticing how good he looks while doing it.

fast forward to christmas season, and your company is finalizing a high-stakes merger with another giant. naturally, your boss pairs you up with baekhyun to ensure the process goes off without a hitch. the catch? it’s a week-long trip to snowy new york city—far from your sunny california comfort zone—where you’re tasked with smoothing out every last detail before the holidays.

a professional challenge in theory.

a personal nightmare in practice.

the festive cityscape greets you as you arrive, the streets buzzing with holiday energy, snowflakes dusting your coats as you make your way to the hotel. you’re exhausted and silently praying for some peace and quiet when the receptionist drops the bomb: one room. one bed.

the city is bursting at the seams with tourists, the kind of holiday chaos that leaves every hotel, including this one, fully booked. the receptionist’s apologetic smile only adds insult to injury as they confirm there’s no way to change your room situation. you let out a sharp, disbelieving laugh, the kind that teeters on the edge of frustration. beside you, baekhyun shifts, and you can already feel the weight of his impending comment.

“guess fate wants us to bond,” he says, voice dripping with amusement. when you turn to glare at him, he’s grinning like a kid on christmas morning, as if the universe has handed him this moment on a silver platter, complete with a bow.

by the time you’re hauling your luggage up to the room, your irritation is bubbling over. baekhyun is enjoying this way too much, and his laid-back attitude only makes it worse. you’re snapping at each other by the time you reach the door, muttering insults under your breath as he holds it open with a smug bow.

but then the door next to yours creaks open, and he steps out: your ex. the one you left behind with unfinished business and lingering heartbreak. the one you never expected to see again, let alone as the right-hand advisor to the ceo of the company you’re merging with.

the air practically crackles with tension. baekhyun’s teasing demeanor disappears as he glances between you and your ex, piecing together the history without a word. you’re frozen, heart pounding, as your ex’s eyes widen in recognition. suddenly, the week ahead isn’t just about merger logistics—it’s about to get very complicated.

[jonglo]

[22:00]

Sitting on the sofa, watching a movie as you hear the door unlock faintly behind you. Jongin steps in the door with heavy feet before making his way down the hall to you. Throwing himself on the sofa, he places his head on your lap.

"Long day?" you ask softly.

Jongin only replies with a hum and within a few seconds he is fast asleep. You soon meet the same fate due to his soft breaths and warmth.

[luhans-cumstained-body]

you win some (you lose some) 🐻

fandom(s) ; exo + criminal minds pairing ; kim jongin x jennifer "jj" jareau summary ; sometimes the unsub comes out the winner. wordcount ; 5.7k content ; smut, vaginal sex, creampie, face slapping, breast slapping, tied up, breeding kink, pwp, age difference, older woman/younger man, interracial, kidnapping, large cock, (unwanted) pregnancy warnings ; rape

read the full thing on ao3 - here ! there's a small preview under the cut.

She felt scared. Legitimately scared. It wasn’t the first time for it, quite far from it considering her job, but JJ always managed to keep a level head. Appeared calm and collected on the outside, if nothing else. But all of it was lost in an instant, he made it so, when the realization of what was about to happen became truly undeniable and hopes of help coming any time soon was starting to die out. As she had already tried so many times before, JJ pulled on her restraints, knowing deep down it would do her any good. Her heart was racing at full speed, as she looked at the ceiling. A chain connected to it, not just keeping her wrists tied up and useless, but holding her hands up too. She stood on her toes, unable to do much but try to keep her balance. She felt just as helpless when her captor moved closer to her. It was a young man, definitely a decade younger than her if not two. Handsome, charismatic to those who didn’t know just how sinister his mind truly was. Jongin. A serial rapist with a thing for taking his victims and repeatedly assaulting them until he grew bored and moved on to the next. JJ and the BAU had been tracking him down for a while, and well — JJ got a little too close. JJ fit his victim type to a T. Always older than him, always blondes — often mothers. She had given birth to both her sons, some part of her worried he knew. He was crazy enough for it. “Such pretty tits you have,” Jongin said, his voice taunting and cocky in equal amounts. He stood in front of her now, relaxed because he knew in spite of her squirming, she could do nothing to prevent anything he might do to her. A sly grin formed on his lips as he brought one of his hands up, brushing it against her clothed chest. He felt something, but JJ’s bra kept him from feeling her the way he truly wanted. ...

[kpop---scenarios]

Obsession (2)

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Warning: Stalking, Threatening, Launguage

Word Count: 3.8k

Part One

It had been a little over a week since you and Chanyeol fucked, and it had been radio silence. You had hoped he would have texted you by now, but you didn't want to come across as that needy girl. So you kept it cool, until you couldn't keep that cool any longer.

“Oh my god!” Jennie yells. “Did you hear the latest news?” She asks, rolling her eyes. You had been invited for a night out at Baekhyun's apartment with everyone in your new friends group. You had partially expected Chanyeol to have been there and when he wasn't you were disappointed. You liked him and wanted you get to know him more, you also wouldn't have minded fucking around with him again.

“What!?” Lisa asks. Everyone was intently staring at Jennie, impatiently waiting to hear what she had to say.

“A little birdy told me that Chanyeol and Maya got back together.” She says, trying to stifle a giggle. Every single person that sat around Baekhyun's living room table groaned so loudly. Sehun, Baekhyun and Jisoo started fake sobbing, Jongin threw his head back in frustration, Lisa started to pretend to gag, while Kyungsoo began muttering about how he had to go back to avoiding Chanyeol.

You, on the other hand, sat there in complete shock. He had a girlfriend? How long has this been going on?

“What's wrong with her?” You ask, glancing at the dramatic group around the table.

“Let's just say, Maya is..” Baekhyun pauses.

“Insufferable.” Kyungsoo sighs.

“Stuck up.” Jisoo adds.

“Fucking annoying.” Lisa says.

“She's like the worst possible human in the world.” Jongin says. “I don't know how he puts up with her.”

You nod your head, you didn't have anything else to say. You felt hurt and confused. Your hands played with the full shot glass that sat in front of you. Just as Sehun was about to say something, the front door opens and in walks Chanyeol with a big smile on his face.

“Hey guys, what are we talking about?” He asks, plopping down on the floor, across the table from where you and Jongin sat. You felt the anger bubble up inside of you, and even though you had planned on saying nothing, words came out of your mouth.

“Oh, just talking about how you have a girlfriend.” You say, looking up at Chanyeol, staring him in the eyes. They go wide, as if he's a deer in headlights.

“Oh, uh.” He chuckles. “Yeah, surprise, Maya and I got back together.” He says, looking away from you to avoid eye contact. You continued to stare at him, you hoped he could feel your stare burning into him.

“But why?” Baekhyun asks. “Why would you do that?”

“What's wrong with her?” Chanyeol laughs.

You were uncomfortable. You were sad, mad, annoyed. Every emotion was felt right at this moment, and it was like Jongin could sense it. He moved closer to you, putting his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer into him. He turns his head to whisper in your ear. “You okay?” He asks. You continued to look at Chanyeol who was now eyeing up you and Jongin, trying to process why his arm was around you.

“Uh huh.” You whisper back, breaking off the eye contact with Chanyeol. You gave Jongin a small half smile, hoping he would stop questioning you but that didn’t work. For the next 45 minutes, every few minutes you would catch Jongin looking at you, you could tell that he was questioning how quiet you were, wondering why and why you wouldn't tell him. You’d finally had enough social interaction for the night and decided to go.

“I’m going to head out right away.” you announce. “Just using the bathroom first.” you finish, walking towards the bathroom. You stepped outside to see Chanyeol standing outside the bathroom door, his arms crossed as he leaned against the wall.

“You’re ignoring me.” he says, looking over at you.

“You have a girlfriend.” you say back. “Were you together..when..” you pause.

“No!” he exclaims. “No.. I, uh, met up with her afterwards. That's who had texted me..and we got back together that night.” he finishes. You can feel the tears threatening to fall. You didn’t want to cry over him, it totally wasn't worth it.

“Great, I'm happy for you.” you say, walking away from him. You grab your jacket, and again, Chanyeol stands in front of you.

“Let me walk you home.” he says, grabbing his jacket.

“Nah man, you stay. I already told her I would take her. Don’t worry, I'll make sure she’s safe.” Jongin says, coming up behind you. He slides his arm around your waist, pulling you towards the door. You were grateful for Jongin, but you really hoped he wasn’t getting the wrong idea. The two of you chatted about anything and everything on your walk, he made you laugh - hard. You continued to laugh all the way to your front door. Unlocking your door, you look at Jongin.

“Thank you.” you smile. “Really.”

“Anytime, Y/N. and look..” he pauses. “I don’t know what's going on between you and Chanyeol, but just know you deserve more.” he finishes, flashing a dazzling smile before starting to walk away.

“Wait!” You call out. He turns around. “You know?” you ask him.

“I had a feeling,” he says. “Good night.” he finishes, walking away. You walk into your apartment, feeling exhausted. You didn't realize how much of a toll this night had taken on you until you laid in your bed. You hadn't even taken your clothes off, but you didn’t have the energy any longer, swiftly falling asleep.

You woke up the next morning, feeling refreshed. As you crawled out of your bed you heard a loud banging at your door. Looking out the peephole, you didn't see anyone there, so you opened up your door, only to see a dozen purple tulips sitting outside your door. A smile spreads across your face as you look for a note.

Miss me yet?

Your smile faded just as fast as it had appeared. You stared at the note, a very uneasy feeling pulsing through your body. You brought the flowers inside, took a deep breath before deciding what you were going to do. You walked into your kitchen, dumping the flowers and the note into the garbage can before heading back to your bed. You'd already had enough for today. All day, you lounged around, your phone was off, you ate and watched shitty movies. You cried, you laughed, you slept. It was the perfect day before classes on Monday, you were dreading them already. You were not taking anything easy, and your entire body was a ball of stress.

Monday you had minimal interaction with anyone, you went to classes, had lunch with the group, went home to study and work on papers and it was the exact same on Tuesday. When Wednesday rolled around, you were so excited. The week was almost done, not to mention the group had decided to do a Friday Friend Dinner every other Friday, and this week it was on. Drinks and good food, you couldn't wait. Kyungsoo was an amazing cook, you often craved his food.

You were walking to your class, when out of nowhere you're yanked to the side. You looked over only to see Mark standing there with a smile on his face.

“Hi baby.” He says, leaning in closely. You try to back up, but you back straight into a pillar. “Did you like the flowers I sent you?” He smiles, moving closer. “I've been waiting all week for you to thank me for them. It hurts me that you haven't done that yet, Y/N.” He finishes, his smile dropping.

“Oh!” You say, forcing a smile. You were trying so hard to not show him any fear even though it was radiating through your entire body. “I didn't realize it was you. There was no name on it. They're so beautiful, Mark, thank you.” You smile. You needed him to calm down and let you go without an issue. You watch his facial expressions, he was getting angrier.

“Who else would they have been from?” He snaps. “Are you seeing someone else?”

You didn't know what to say. He stares at you as the panic sets in. Your body is trembling as he gets closer. You let your instincts take over, pushing him away from you.

“Leave me alone.” You scream. He rushes back towards you, slapping his hand over your mouth, stopping you from screaming anymore. Before you can react, Mark is pulled off of you, thrown down to pavement. You look over to see Chanyeol standing there, huffing as he stares down at Mark.

“Didn't I tell you to keep your fucking hands to yourself?” Chanyeol yells. He goes to you, grabbing your hand to pull you away. He takes you out into the open, and you see a blonde girl standing there with her arms crossed and a scowl on her face.

“Chanyeol.” You breathe. “Thank you.”

He looks at you concerned. “Has he been bothering you alot?” He asks.

“No, no. He sent me flowers on Sunday, with a note but no name attached. I guess he was mad that I didn't thank him.” You explain. “I'm sure he's gotten the message now.” You half smile. You were trying to be okay but you weren't. Your body shook, you felt like you were still in shock. You looked over at the girl who looked even more unimpressed with you.

“Hi.” You smile, holding out your hand. “I'm Y/N.” You say.

She scoffs, rolling her eyes. You retracted your hand feeling uncomfortable now. She looks at Chanyeol with a pout. “You let go of my hand to help her, Channie.” She says. “I'm so sad now.”

Chanyeol sighs. “I'm sorry Maya, do you want me to buy you something?” He asks. She perks up, grabbing his hand to pull him away, spewing on about some purse she wanted.

You already hated her.

Thursday, you didn't go to your classes. You stayed curled up in bed, answering the calls from Lisa, Jennie, Jisoo, Baekhyun, Jongin and even Kyungsoo, asking you if you were okay and what they could do for you. You were eternally grateful for all of them and how much they cared for you. They had asked you if you wanted to postpone your friend's dinner, but you didn't want to. It was something that you desperately needed to try and take your mind off your Mark situation.

Friday comes, and starts off better. You went to your classes that day. It wasn't until you looked at your phone, did your heart sink, and your anxiety flared up.

[From Unknown - 8:45am] I like your outfit today. You look so cute.

[From Unknown - 8:49am] I hope your first class goes well. I miss you.

You slipped your phone in your pocket, trying to focus on your lecture. Your phone doesn't stop vibrating the entire time you were in your hour and a half class. After it ends, you pull out your phone to read some of them.

[From Unknown - 9:07am] Please text me back.

[From Unknown - 9:10am] it's really not nice to ignore someone.

[From Unknown - 9:17am] Please, baby.

You deleted all the messages, only reading a few of them. You didn't want to deal with this. Maybe eventually he would get the hint. And he did, only until the afternoon.

[From Unknown - 2:47pm] I miss your smile. You looked so happy taking in the warm sun as you were walking.

[From Unknown - 2:52pm] Did you take a picture of the sky for your IG? I can't wait for you to post it.

You ignored them again, putting your phone into your pocket as you headed to your last class of the day. The hour went by quickly, with no excessive buzzing coming from your pocket. You were relieved but that didn't last long. As you made your way to Kyungsoo's apartment, the texts continued, and got progressively worse.

[From Unknown - 4:59pm] I don't fucking appreciate this.

[From Unknown - 5:04pm] You are being a goddamn cunt right now, Y/N.

[From Unknown - 5:07pm] ANSWER ME!!

[From Unknown - 5:11pm] I'm sorry, baby. I just miss you so much. Please answer me.

You sigh as you knock on the door of Kyungsoo's apartment, finishing reading the last message.

“Hey.” Kyungsoo smiles, opening the door. You walk into the most delightful smells, immediately causing you to forget about the texts. “You can join the others in the living room.” He says, heading back to the kitchen. You take your coat off, following the sound of laughter into the living room.

“Y/N.” Everyone yells, all happy to see you. You say hi to everyone, looking at Jongin, who mouths “sorry.” To you before you see Chanyeol with his arm around Maya on the couch. You wanted to roll your eyes so fucking badly. But your phone began to vibrate.

[From Unknown - 5:27pm] I can't wait to pin you down, kissing your body all over.

[From Unknown - 5:33pm] I'm going to make you cum so many times from my fingers when I finally get you in my bed. Do you want that baby?

You can feel the tears starting. Why won't he stop?

You press the phone button to call and scream at him but it won't connect. “This number is no longer in service.”

Maybe he deactivated it.

[From Unknown - 5:46pm] I hope you're not fucking Chanyeol or Jongin baby. I'll have to punish you for that.

[From Unknown - 5:54pm] Would you like that baby? I'm going to tie you up and punish you. I don't like being ignored.

[From Unknown - 5:56pm] Y/N. ANSWER ME.

[From Unknown - 5:59pm] I will fucking kill you if you don't answer me.”

You couldn't take it anymore. The tears fell as Kyungsoo walked into the living room.

“Y/N?” He asks, glancing around at everyone else. You completely break down, sobbing into your knees.

“Hey, what's going on doll?” Lisa asks, moving towards you. You slide your unlocked phone towards her, allowing her to read the messages as you sniffle.

“What the fuck.” She gasps.

“What? What do they say?” Everyone asks.

“Can I read them out?” Jongin asks you. You hide your face but nod your head. You didn't want to deal with this shit alone.

“Holy shit. He talks about what she's wearing today and gets mad at her for not responding.” He pauses. “I can't wait to pin you down, kissing all over your body.” He reads out. You look up, every single person there was pissed beyond measure. Except for Maya, who rolled her eyes at every text.

“Y/N answer me.. I will fucking kill you if you don't answer me.” He finishes in a whisper.

No one says a thing. Lisa, Jennie and Jisoo hug you tightly until Baekhyun pipes up. “Who wants to go hunt this mother fucker down and make him wish he never met our precious Y/N?” He says.

Everyone jumps up agreeing, including Chanyeol. Maya scoffs loudly at him

“What the fuck, Chanyeol?” She yells.

“Here we go.” Baekhyun laughs.

“You're going to protect her again? What about me? I actually matter.” She says, pouting again.

“Y/N matters too.” Chanyeol tells her. “She's important to me. As are all my friends.” He says.

“So I'm not as important as this fucking thing whose scared of a few little texts? Like grow up.” She yells at you.

“Who are you calling a thing, bitch?” Lisa snaps, standing up.

“Miss fucking cry baby over there.” Maya yells.

“Maya!” Chanyeol yells, his voice booming through the house. “Shut the fuck up.” He snaps. He glares at her, she tries to stand tall but she cowers under him. “Get your stuff. We're leaving.” He yells. “NOW.” He booms. She rushes out of the room without a word. Chanyeol mutters a “sorry” towards the group before slamming the door behind him.

The group sits in silence.

“Has anyone EVER heard Chanyeol yell that loud!?” Baekhyun asks, jumping up onto the couch. “I mean sure he's loud during game nights but holy shit.”

“literally never.” Jisoo says, her eyes still wide.

Kyungsoo looks at you. “Have you gone to the cops?” He asks.

“Yeah, you really should.” Lisa and Jennie urge.

“I have.” You sniffle. “They can't do anything for me until he physically hurts me.” You cry. “Apparently covering my mouth to stop me from screaming isn't enough.”

“That's messed up.” Kyungsoo sighs. “You shouldn't be alone. You need to stay with someone.”

“She can stay with me.” Chanyeol announces, walking into the living room.

“What happened?” Baekhyun asks.

“I ended things. For good.” Chanyeol says to everyone, before turning to look at you. “Y/N I am so sorry for the way she spoke to you. That was uncalled for and not fair.” He whispers with his head down. “You didn't deserve that.”

“Thank you.” You sniffle. “You didn't have to break up with her though.”

Baekhyun laughs out loudly, making everyone else laugh along.

“Yeah I did. It was time. I can't be with someone like that, I wasn't really into it anyways.”

Your phone buzzes again on the table.

[From Unknown - 7:08pm] I'm so sorry baby, please forgive me. Just talk to me.

Chanyeol picks up your phone, reading the message. He holds out his hand for you to pull you up. “We're going to go to Y/N's apartment and grab her things. I'll let you all know when we've made it safely back to my place.” He says. You go around the group giving everyone a hug while saying thank you to them. You didn't know what you would do without such great friends. you and Chanyeol didn't say much on the drive to your apartment. You were exhausted and just wanted to rest but you knew it wasn't going to come easily tonight. You and chanyeol head up to your front door, you unlock the door, letting him in first before you lock it back up behind you. You felt too paranoid to leave anything to chance. Chanyeol chuckles as he walks towards the table, patting it with the palm of his hand.

“This is a solid table.” He smirks. You roll your eyes at him, heading into your bedroom. quickly you find a bag, shoving your clothes into it, grabbing everything you can think of right now that you would need. You grabbed your charger and your laptop, and just as you thought you had everything, you heard a loud, rapid banging on your front door. You freeze. Chanyeol puts his finger to his lips, telling you to be quiet. He waves you back into the room, mouthing for you to hide. Quietly, he creeps up to the door as the banging continues. He looks out the peephole, all he can see is black hair.

“Yes?” He says, his voice loud and deep.

“Where's Y/N?” He asks. You can hear Mark's voice.

“She's not here. You need to leave.” Chanyeol announces. “She's not interested in you. You need to move on.”

“Hah. I need to move on? She and I are meant to be together. You tell her I'll see her soon.” Mark yells, leaving Chanyeol's view. He opens the door slightly, making sure that Mark is actually gone. Chanyeol calls you out of the room, tears streaming down your face. He wraps his arm around you, taking you out of your apartment, heading for his car. You were terrified that Mark was going to be out there waiting for you. But he wasn't. Chanyeol opened the car door for you, you got in, placing your bag on the floor.

The drive is silent. It was late, you were drained. Walking up to Chanyeol's apartment, he unlocks the door, letting you go in first. It's bigger than you thought it would be. It was decorated very minimally, he had furniture around but not much else.

“It's very nice.” You smile.

“I'm still working on getting more things for it.” He laughs. He takes you to his bedroom. “You can sleep here. I'm going to take the couch.” He says.

“Chanyeol.” You sigh. “It's enough that you're letting me stay here, I can't take your bed too.”

He laughs. “You can. And you will. Get some rest okay? I'm right out there if you need.” He gives you a hub before grabbing his pj's and going into the bathroom. He comes out in a shirt and pj pants, heading for the living room. You dig through your bag, finding your shorts and a tank top to sleep in. You change and crawl into his bed. It smells so good. It smells like him. Sleep came to you easier than you thought, but it didn't last long.

You woke up breathing heavily, sweating and a little confused. You had dreamt that Mark had taken you captive and you were really shaken up over it. You crawled out of bed, heading to the living room.

Chanyeol laid on the couch, scrolling on his phone until he noticed you. He sits up quickly. “What's wrong?” he asks, standing up. He was no longer wearing a shirt.

Holy shit, you'd forgotten how ripped he was.

“it was.. a dream.” you start. “Mark.. he had..uh, kidnapped me.”

Chanyeol wraps you in his arms, in a tight and comforting hug. You hold onto him as tightly as you can, you feel so safe with him.

“Can you please sleep in the bed with me? I don't want to be alone.” You whisper.

He lets go of you, grabbing your hand and leading you to the bedroom. You both crawl into the bed, getting comfy. Chanyeol rubs your arm and shoulder as your back faces him. You quickly fall asleep, feeling more comfortable than you've been in a while. You wished the feeling of peace would last, unfortunately you knew it wouldn't.

You woke up in the morning with Chanyeol wrapped around your body. You were sweating so bad, you had no choice but to get up. You managed to wiggle your way out of his embrace, making your way to the bathroom and then to the kitchen. You snooped around his cupboards, trying to find something to make for breakfast. You settled on making eggs and toast, it was easy enough. As you continue scrambling your eggs, Chanyeol walks out of the bedroom, rubbing his eyes with a smile on his face.

“What's this?” He asks.

“Breakfast. Duh.” You laugh. You were feeling good today, you felt like it was going to be a great day. Until your phone on the table started to ring.

UNKNOWN NUMBER

Chanyeol grabbed your phone, declining the call and blocking the number.

“There. That should work.” He smiles. He sets your phone down, before it starts ringing again.

UNKNOWN NUMBER.

[jonginnation]

🗣️🗣️🗣️TUMBLR EXO-L 🗣️🗣️🗣️

IT’S THAT TIME AGAIN AFTER SO LONG EXO IS HAVING A COMEBACK SO IM GIFTING 3 COPIES OF EXO’s 7th ALBUM TO CELEBRATE 💛CAN/USA/MEX💛

EXO 7th ALBUM ‘EXIST’

I’ll be gifting:

One (1) EXIST album photobook ver. ‘E’

One (1) EXIST album photobook ver. ‘X’

One (1) EXIST album photobook ver. ‘O’

All you have to do is have an active EXO or EXO member blog and reblog this post.

You don’t have to follow me.

You can reblog multiple times, but please don’t spam.

Will post to USA, Canada, and Mexico 💛 will send via US postal service

After 12am ET on Thursday July 27th, I will pick 3 random reblogs with a random number generator. (I usually receive albums about 2-3 weeks after release date. Hopefully SM gets their act together!)

You must have ask or messages open so I can inform you if your reblog was picked. I will give 24hrs for a reply before picking another random reblog.

If you are under 18, please ask your parents for permission since you will have to provide a mailing address to receive the album.

That’s it! Please support EXO’s comeback however you can. It’s been a long time since their last promoted comeback and the past few years have been difficult for the members for many reasons, but they’ve persevered and prepared this wonderful album for us. I hope we can all enjoy it and give them our best in return 💛💛💛💛💛

[stormdragon23]

Solo Leveling Avatar: The Last Airbender AU Brainrot

Was working on a fanfic when I realized something

So in the ATLA intro, it says:

"Water. Earth. Fire. Air. Long ago, the four nations lived together in harmony. Then, everything changed when the Fire Nation attacked"

And I was thinking

Isn't that basically what happened in Solo Leveling when Choi Jong-In awakened and later took the spot of the top guild? Like, the guilds were mostly fine on their own with a little competition between the Fiend and White Tiger guilds because of their history but still okay. Then, the Hunters guild comes out of nowhere and takes that spot?

Not saying that Choi Jong-In would lead an attack against other nations, but it could be that the four nations were just equal in standing until the fire nation suddenly became stronger in terms of power (maybe they used that comet for something else), which could lead to conflict?

Anyway-

[lilacsongs]

“i'm  not  crossing  a  line.  you  are.” / @artisn

[tyongbrat]

03:43- Kim Jongin 🍑

— não chora não, princesa. – a voz mansa do teu namorado te acalma — cê sabe são só alguns anos, vai passar rapidinho.

Jongin tenta te consolar com a partida dele pro exército, mesmo que ele possa vir pra casa alguns dias você não quer ficar longe do seu noivo, não gosta de ideia de vê-lo partir pra longe.

— ó – ele beija tua testa — o teu papai vai tá sempre aqui contigo — encosta a mão no teu peito, sinaliza teu coração. — bem aqui, minha princesinha linda.

E tu se aninha nele, abraça apertado o corpo largo do noivo, envolve as pernas em volta do tronco dele, como se todo o grude pudesse impedi-lo de ir embora.

— te amo, jongin. — tu sussurra no ouvido dele, fazendo o homem arrepiar.

— ama, é? Quanto?

— deixa eu mostrar — você desfaz o nó do shortinho de pijama, agarra a destra dele, puxa até a tua buceta molhada e esfrega as mãos do homem ali.

— o meu anjo, até num momento assim você não consegue ficar sem pensar no meu pau. Puta merda.

Você faz que "não" com a cabeça, desliza aos mãos pelos braços fortes dele, se esfrega todinha nele molhando a calça que ele usa.

— vou te dar o que tu quer, garota.

Ele te levanta pra descer as calças até o joelho, o pau semi ereto tem a cabecinha molhada, te faz salivar a boca, pode até sentir o gosto do homem.

— senta pra mim, vai.

— sim, papai...

Jongin segura o pau pela base, você esfrega a buceta na cabecinha, tenta enfiar de uma vez, mas não consegue. Arde. Os olhos corrompidos pelas lágrimas mal conseguem enxergar.

Ele segura teu rostinho no lugar, beija e morde teu maxilar. Tenta socar de novo em você, o pau dele é enorme e te enche inteira, você sente que tá abarrotada dele, o peito subindo, a sensação de estar completa te deixa imóvel.

— vai ter um bebezinho meu? Vai? — ele se move, segura teus quadris suspensos e vai metendo com lentidão. Você concorda com todas as coisas explícitas que ele fala.

O homem enterra o rosto no vale dos teus seios, cheira o local, esfrega o rosto por ali, como se pudesse eternizar a sensação de estar com você, como se aquele momento fosse durar pro resto da vida dele. Você continua sentando nele sem parar, segura os cabelos da nuca dele, pressiona mais o rosto dele em ti e cavalga.

Sente tudo molhado em vocês, o barulho pornográfico que os dois produzem mesmo depois de gozar te faz gemer, a sensibilidade arrepia tua nuca. Ele esfrega os dedos pelas tuas costas, beija teu colo, beija teus braços.

Jongin te olha como desejando que aqueles minutos se tornem anos e que ele nunca precise sair do teu calor. Porque tu é casa pra ele e estar em ti é conforto.

[oh-exos]

to be yours.

pairing : whoever you love

genre : fluff, friends to lovers

synopsis : your male bestfriend gets rid of your insecurities

warnings : none (kissing ig?)

‘What's the matter?’ He whispered, his eyes though on the fascinating stars.

I wonder what's in him that senses every emotion of mine without me expressing them. It's been years to us being the closest friends and from those years there comes three of them where I fell for him. This is a secret, still kept from him. It's a friendship I perish and if I dare move forward, I'm afraid I'll lose him forever.

‘Nothing, of course,’ I replied without turning to him, because oh his eyes. Bright and alluring, always holding their magic on me.

‘You can't lie to me. I know something is wrong. You never stare at the stars in silence. There's always a beautiful memory of the day you tell me while watching the stars, because don't you say that the stars remind you of happiness?’

The stars remind me of you, the happiness I described was you.

‘They do, indeed,’ I said, ‘But today...’ The sentence hung on for a while until I found it hard to continue it anymore.

‘Tell me, what's wrong?’ His eyes were still wandering from one star to another.

I sighed and started.

‘I don't feel like someone would ever love me. I can't picture anyone having a likeness towards me. I can't picture anyone thinking about me before they fall asleep, there's rarely any impact I put on people. I can't picture them getting butterflies because I greeted or smiled at them. Though, why would they even? I'm not special, very normal. People would find better than me everywhere, why settle for something low?’ I laughed, trying not to sound needy for some sympathy.

His eyes shifted to me. I felt a shiver run down, they had some magic. He smiled and I swear I would've been caught blushing had I not turned away. His fingers gently grabbed my chin and turned my face back to him. He moved closer, his breath was even and smooth unlike my shaky one.

‘You are normal and that's what's special about you. It's not just the greetings or the smile, every word you speak does something to me. That laugh you have, brings butterflies. Every story you narrate lingers in my mind. My nights are incomplete without thinking about you, it makes me restless to meet you again. I understand if you can't picture anyone liking you because I, love you,’

When I thought he couldn't have captured my heart anymore, his tender lips held mine. They stayed there for enough time until our existence felt unknown. There was no me nor him, it was just us. The stars didn't matter anymore, all that mattered was us.

[hellohailu]

Hello everybody !

I don't have that many followers, so maybe this post will not get noticed, but I'd still like to try.

I'm searching for EXO writers and fanfic creators out there who would like to be part of a writing duo. I have a lot of ideas, but I have not been able to write a lot in the past because of focus problems due to my ADHD and autism. I do write a bit, but generally get distracted quite fast, which is quite frustrating.

It usually gets better when I write and get to talk with somebody else about my ideas (I'm also open to the other person's ideas, of course !). The point would be to write a one-shot or something as an experiment of collaborative writing for EXO. I love OT9, but I love following our two past members (OT11) and their activities from afar and do not mind including them in my writings (I do not care for the third past member and do not wish to include him, if you know, you know).

If you :

like to write fanfic for EXO

are at least 21 years old

do not mind explicit content (might or might not happen, but I like to be safe just in case)

you like world development / AUs or you just have a lot of imagination in general

like to read or write "member x oc" or "member x reader" (i sometimes read "member x member" but never writes it myself)

are a pretty chill person looking for someone to talk to who loves EXO as well

Please message me on this account or send me an ask so we can talk or exchange contacts or something.

PS : there might be Discord servers open to EXO writers, but since I never finish my stories, I do not count as a writer, I think 🥺

[fadinglights]

panic  rises  in  joonwoo  when  he  hears  the  door  unlocking,  alarms  blaring  in  his  head,  even  though  he  was  previously  lost  in  his  boyfriend’s  doting  kisses.  the  panic  dissipates  as  soon  as  he  realises  it’s  not  a  stalker  but  his  brother,  interrupting  him  at  the  worst  possible  moment.  “hey  —  how  many  times  have  i  told  you  that  you  can’t  just  barge  in  like  that?  this  isn’t  your  apartment.”  he  complains  with  crossed  arms,  after  untangling  himself  from  the  embrace  and  shooting  seojun  an  apologetic  look.

squinting  to  shield  himself  from  the  sight,  jongin  takes  a  moment  to  gather  his  thoughts.  “i  wouldn’t  have  to  come  if  you  hadn’t  stolen  my  hiking  gear.  plus,  i  texted  you  that  i  was  coming  to  get  it  —  it’s  not  my  fault  you  never  check  your  messages.”  he  reiterates  quickly  before  finally  addressing  his  brother’s  flustered  boyfriend  with  an  awkward  wave.  “seojun,  right?  nice  to  meet  you…  all  things  considered.”  if  only  he  could  go  back  in  time  and  talk  himself  out  of  driving  here  impulsively  twenty  minutes  ago.  “i  hope  you  know  you’re  dating  a  shameless  thief.”

@gcholdtrops

[k-dramaramattv]

His Words Are Pretty

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[luhans-cumstained-body]

cousins with benefits 🐻

fandom(s) ; exo + girls' generation pairing ; kim jongin x kim taeyeon summary ; sleeping with your own cousin was bad by all means, taeyeon knew this. yet after crossing that barrier one time, doing it again and again only became easier. no one was there for her quite like jongin was, no matter what she was going through. wordcount ; 10k content ; smut, vaginal sex, creampie, pregnancy scares, large cock, infertility, cheating, begging warnings ; cousin/cousin incest

read the full thing on ao3 - here ! there's a small preview under the cut.

The flutter in her stomach was back. Taeyeon had grown used to it whenever she was near him, the happiness of seeing her own cousin. In the last year, they had grown closer than before. Given their slight age difference, it was no wonder they weren't close as kids, with her being four years his senior. Jongin had always been nothing but a child in her eyes, and while the air of immaturity was still there by the time Jongin turned nineteen, they were finally able to properly bond. Bond a little too well, perhaps. Taeyeon had felt the difference whenever he was near her now. Knew it wasn't normal. Not with her own damn cousin. But not only did she get too happy whenever they hung out and she got to be near him, at times, depending on what they were doing, she would feel a certain level of... excitement too. She knew what it was, didn't even try to deny it, but she knew better than to entertain it in any shape or form. Taeyeon didn't try and come on to Jongin, assumed her growing sense of lust for the guy was one sided, and it was wrong. So horribly wrong. Taboo. Yet... ...