#mun x reader

[cometwritesshit]

So Mun x fem!Reader Smut

Authors Note: My first So Mun fic so not too much on me 😓Also not proofread thoroughly so please just ignore any mistakes.

Warnings: Afab reader,sub!reader, dom!mun Cockwarming, a lil bit of humiliation. degradation,breeding if you squint, unprotected sex(don't do this abeg),exhibitionism kinda.

Word count: 0.5k

minors dni!!

As usual, you came home just to see your boyfriend on call with his friends, doing nothing but playing games. Now, usually you wouldn't mind this, but this time you were really needy.

"Babe, stop. I can't be doing this today. I promised them I would stay on." Mun said as you climbed onto his lap,but you ignored his request. You needed him, yet he was too busy playing games with his friends.

"Sorry guys, give me a minute; I'll be right back," he says, turning his mic off and looking down at you.

"Look, I have an idea," he whispered in your ears, sending chills down your back. "I'll let you sit on my cock, but only if you promise to be a good girl and keep still and quiet, yeah?". You nodded, desperate for any sort of contact you could get.

Mun pulled down his boxers,freeing his already hard cock, which was leaking with pre-cum. He slipped your panties to the side and slowly slid inside you, cursing under his breath as his cock was practically kissing your cervix.

After regaining his composure, he placed his headphones back on his head and turned his mic back on. "Sorry guys, I'm back now." He says, sighing as multiple voices, that you recognised and scolded him.

As the minutes went by, the sensation became more and more unbearable, leading to you attempting to move while silently whimpering.

"Fuck, baby, I said stay still," he whispered, his mic still on for his friends to hear. You continued trying to move until Mun placed his hands on your hips, holding you in place.

"Mun, please," you say, looking up at him in desperation.

"You said you would behave; you don't want my friends to hear how much of a slut you are, right?" He hissed under his breath, slightly louder this time.

You stay still, thinking about the embarrassment you could face. After all, you knew his friends, and you see all of them on a regular basis. What would they think of you if they heard you whining and whimpering on Mun's cock?

Still, you couldn't hold back, desperate for some sort of movement inside of you, until you heard Mun sigh in frustration.

"If you want to move so badly, surely you wouldn't mind my friends hearing your desperate moans, right? Since you want to disobey me and act like a whore," He said he was turning up the volume of the call so you could hear his friends loud and clear.

He began thrusting up into you, his hands on your waist, holding you up and giving you support as you moaned uncontrollably for all his friends to hear. "Seriously, guys, on call?" "Fuck, that's kind of hot." "Oh my god." You heard his friends comment in the background, making the experience slightly more humiliating, but you couldn't hold back.

"Fuck, mun, im close," you whine, your body shaking uncontrollably until you released all over his cock, but despite this, he continued thrusting, harder and faster each time.

"Im not letting you go until cum as well, 'm gonna breed you so full." He grunts in your ear as you feel him twitch inside you until he eventually releases his seed inside of you,  filling you up to the brim.

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Frank could admit to his supposed flaws. Out of all the neighbors, he was the one who was the most prickly, so to speak. He went with logic rather than feelings and was the polar opposite of his best friend Julie. He could admit that his snippy personality could make him difficult to be around. That it could make him unapproachable to some. Yet he wasn't an unreasonable man or puppet. But at the moment.....

'I'm gonna start killing people.'

The grey puppet thought briefly as he grounded his teeth to not get into an argument. Praying to any deity out there to give him some patience. To spare his last nerve that was on its last leg. Across from him was Barnaby, the large blue dog puppet looking just as annoyed despite his easy-going grin.

"I just don't think it's a good idea exposing us."

The larger male said his tone lazy but firm. Frank took a deep breath, reminding himself that Barnaby was only thinking about the others. Just like himself.

"We can't keep this hidden forever. Sooner or later (Y/N) is gonna find out about us. And I think it'd be wise if we eased them into this rather than spring it on them."

Frank explained, trying to get Barnaby to see what he was saying. Just as he'd been trying to in vain to get him to see for the past two days.

"And what makes you think that we can trust (Y/N)?"

Howdy piped up, ever the question asker as much as a salesman. His eyes were narrowed a bit, staring Frank down. The smaller puppet wasn't phased, but he didn't respond. He didn't know how to convey that just from watching you for these past few weeks, he'd just got this gut feeling that you were trustworthy. Not in a way that was the logical manner that he was known for.

"Because they've been fixing us up! Despite all the bumps and road blocks, (Y/N) has done nothing but put us first! If they're willing to fix us old puppets, then I'm sure they're trustworthy!"

Julie chimed in, speaking Frank's thoughts exactly.

"I mean, look at my dress! My hair! Eddie's mailbag and Poppy's feathers! For goodness sake, they'd cleaned you up Howdy! And they just finished Frank's vest!"

The chipper puppet explained, holding the end of her red dress to show your handy work. The tears and holes that once littered the skirt were now patched up with adorable flower styled patches that were sewed on and ironed on. Some of them looked a bit bad, but they were stable enough to stay in place until you could figure out how to make them look better. Yet it was clear that they were done with care. And you'd gotten quite a few burns and pricks from trying to fix it. Poppy, who'd been quiet, jumped a bit, her feathers looking much better since their arrival to your home.

'Countless hours spent preening and fixing those feathers.'

Frank noted remembering how long it'd taken you to get the worst ones out.

"Julie darling....just because they fixed us doesn't mean that they're trustworthy with this."

Sally replied, sounding like she was exhausted and uninterested. The actor was next to Poppy, looking rather unimpressed with Julie's arguments.

"Now, now, let's not fight, please. This is a discussion, not an argument."

Poppy said, ever, the motherly one, as she sensed the possibility of an argument brewing. Julie, who had opened her mouth to reply, closed it, and Sally just sighed, not commenting.

"Well.....I don't know about you and Ms. Starlet, but I agree with Mr. Frankly and Ms. Joyful. (L/N) has been nothing but thoughtful. I think if we just explained, they'd understand."

Eddie, who hadn't really given his stance, put in. Frank looked at the larger mailman, who was nervous but steady in his words. Not wanting to stare too long, he quickly looked away.

"This could end badly if we tell them, you three realize this, right??"

Howdy asked his tone, judging.

"Howdy is onto something, pal. I'm not saying that (Y/N) is a bad person, but they're not him. Humans aren't always nice."

Barnaby threw in, looking a bit regretful at Julie and Eddie's expressions falling. Poppy and Sally didn't say anything else, but by their expressions, they were taking Barnaby and Howdy's words into consideration. Frank wanted to tear his hair out because he understood where they were coming from. He knew humans sometimes were not kind, especially to people or things who were different. But he couldn't give up. Something within him just couldn't let himself completely agree.

Not after watching you fix and clean them. Not after having you talk to him, always friendly save for when you were tired from work and other things. Not after watching you burn, cut, and prick your fingers and hands so much just to make them look better. Everything you did, it just screamed kindness. He wanted to give you a chance to be eased into this, not be taken by surprise.

You deserved that much, at least.

Frank steeled himself to again argue his, Julie, and Eddie's case on trusting you when a voice spoke up.

"No, they're not him. (Y/N) won't ever be him, but........they have his kindness. They've spoken to us and treated us like living beings. I think.....that they can be trusted."

Wally, who had been silent the entire time, had caused them all to quiet down and look at him. The smaller yellow puppet was calmly sitting on your armchair, a thoughtful expression on his face. Frank could see the others' expressions becoming resigned despite their displeasure. While Julie and Eddie perked up immediately at another one of their group agreeing.

"Wally buddy...."

Barnaby started to say, but Wally looking at him with a head tilt, quietly listening to his best friend, made him stop. The dog puppet just gave a sigh, knowing that Wally wasn't one to put his opinion in unless he was sure. And trying to change his mind was futile.

"I don't like this. You better think of a plan on how to do this, Frank..."

Barnaby said, gaze boring into him. Frank just thinned his mouth, meeting it head on.

"I always have a plan, Barnaby. I'm a bit offended you'd think otherwise."

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[mun-in-rain]

Thinking about Wriothesley taking me on all fours, big and burly hands grabbing the fat of my love handles, kneading the pudgy, plump swell of my ass as he fucks his big veiny cock into my soaking wet cunt with the loudest, shameless and rhythmic wet plap plap. He's too focused on fucking my brains out, just staring down, mesmerised at how his thick cock rips my tiny pussy lips apart, stretching them taut over his massive girth and leaving behind dregs of white. Im so tight it almost hurts but it feels so deliciously full that I'm thinking it must take a lot of strength to keep pumping himself so deep inside me. His calloused palms land spank after hard spank over my sore and reddening ass cheeks as he grunts in approval. One of his arms haul me up and back against his chest with his fingers wrapping around my throat as his teeth sink into my neck and shoulders, marking me, claiming me, owning me. His other hand gropes my bouncing tits, tweaking my hard and swollen nipples, so sensitive from when his mouth ravaged them previously. I want him to fuck me, choke me, spank me, bite me, bruise me, use me, breed me, destroy me and build me back up. His swollen cock head slams over and over against my sweet spot, cramming me full and bullying my cervix and I'm cumming so hard spraying my juices all over his pulsing cock and balls and then he's moaning and groaning and cumming inside me, painting my insides creamy white with his thick seed and he just keeps cumming and cumming and cumming. So much of his cum I can only keep plugged inside me as it oozes out of my squelching and abused hole. I can barely breathe, his chokehold getting addictive. His cock doesn't soften, he's pumping again. Slowly at first as we both shiver from the overstimulation but again hes practically pounding me again. And once again I am his helpless little cumslut and I don't want him to stop.

[lovingthewildlife]

Growing bold

Reader x Sanguinius (NSFW)

(more or less a continuation of the first little short with the anxious reader as Sanguinius' paramour.)

The more time you spent together, the more he noticed that you would relax in his presence. When he had multiple days in a row that he could stay by your side, he did, and that seemed to help all the more.

It was all in the little things. Where before your attire covered you entirely, now he was permitted to glimpse sections of bare skin like your ankle when your skirts fluttered a bit high or the slope of your shoulder when you chose to forgo the comfortable shrug you often wore.

He had seen you naked in bed, of course. He had felt your bare body sliding against his own when the two of you drifted off to sleep. But there was something altogether different about these simple flashes of skin that had him riveted and he could not pull his eyes away. You had caught him staring more than once and he appeared almost sheepish, but under that was the longing.

And any time you gave those tiny flashes of skin, he would wait patiently for you. Before bed he would let you settle yourself in first and then he would purposefully spend extra time combing his hair and fixing his wings before bed. And then..? He waited at the bedside for you to indicate if you wanted him.

And each night that you held off he would bow his head in understanding. Smile and slide under the covers and offer you his arms and protection. He was afraid to tell you how beautiful you looked, afraid it would prompt you to pull away. But he didn't need to say it when you could see it so clear in his eyes.

So after so many nights, you decided to move forward a bit more. When he wrapped you in his arms you rested your hands on his chest and looked up at him.

"I want to do more. Will you lay back for me?"

Sanguinius looked almost startled but he was moving as soon as you made the request. His wings stretched behind him and he glanced at the pillows before laying on his back. On his wings, while you watched him offer himself in a manor as close to non threatening as he could. He didn't seem to know what to do with his hands at first, but then he fisted them in the bedsheets, looking at you like you spoke the world into being.

Climbing onto his lap, you reached down to touch his half hard length. It was just as beautiful as the rest of him. The thickness twitched against your palm as you stroked him tenderly, looking up to watch his expression. He was holding his breath as you kept your hand at a slow pace. His full lips parted and uttering the most quiet intonation of your name that was close to a prayer.

Your heart jumped a bit as you watched him, keeping your hands steady and adjusting yourself so your thighs would fall open and you could nestle your sex against the root of him. Your clit gently caressing his soft skin and hard muscle as your hips rolled.

He whimpered then, as you took him in both hands and pumped slowly. Grinded your cunt on his length and listened to his quiet begging as you grew wetter for him. He was holding the sheets with a death grip now and you paused so you could stroke his chest instead. Kiss the broad expanse of his pectorals and listen to him beg quietly.

"My love." His words were stuttered and you looked up into his eyes.

Looking him in the eyes, you started the slow grind once more. Kept one hand on his tip to smear the pre-cum as the other hand jerked him. His voice broke and you felt your own heart jump as his eyes rolled. You expected him to beg to be allowed to put in just the tip, something a lot of men did with their partners, if rumors and bawdy stories were true.

"Please my love." He whimpered and his cock jumped in your hand when your fingers squeezed. "Please let me watch you cum."

He was always so soft spoken with you. Even now his voice was quiet. But you'd never heard him use that language. Then again, you'd never done this to him before.

Holding his cock against you, you absently swiveled your hips and warmed your body with his heated length. Holding his cock close, you began to rut against it. His eyes were alight as he watched you, unable to test his eyes away from you. Watching the bounce of your breasts one moment, then staring at your lips like he wanted to steal all your kisses.

He had waited so patiently. Still was. You could feel the tension vibrating in him and you wondered how long you could ask him to hold off cumming. It was a salacious thought. Utterly sacreligious, honestly. But it made you wetter when you saw the beads of tears in his eyes as he continued to do his best to hold off.

Holding his beautiful cock close, you bounced and grinded on him. Gasped softly as your wetness began to make a lewd noise where your bodies rutted against one another.

"Please." He begged and his hips jerked briefly until you pushed him down again.

Whimpering, you used his body like the world's most beautiful toy and shuddered as your core fluttered around nothing. Your body knowing keenly what it could have if you dared to be bolder. Looking up at Sanguinius, you smiled and then gasped when his cock jerked in your hands and a jet of his warm creamy seed painted your chest and belly.

He looked embarrassed and you heard a softly moaned apology. Perhaps he had thought you would tell him when to cum?

Smiling, you continued to stroke him and closed your eyes when another spurt of his essence landed on your face.

"Thank you, my love." You murmured as you continued to milk him to the last dredges of his cum. Rewarding him with words as well as the sight of you covered in his cum.

[stray-kaz]

To Spar or Not to Spar : a So Mun x f!reader oneshot

Summary: Nobody wants reader and Mun to spar together, because they always end up making out in the ring.

A/N: Some suggestive stuff, but nothing explicit.

"Want to train with me?"

You looked up from your book to see Jeok-bong standing over you, eager eyes fixed on your face. Over to your left, you heard Ha-na snicker quietly to herself. You smiled, but shook your head.

"No, thanks, Jeok-bong. It's a little too easy. There's no real fight. I'm waiting for someone a bit harder to beat before I step into the ring."

His shoulders sank a little, then he jerked forward as a familiar hand slapped him on the back and Mun stepped around him, smiling down at you.

"I'm harder to beat" he announced cheerfully.

Ha-na groaned loudly.

"No! You're not harder to beat, you're just hard" she groused.

Mun's mouth dropped open and he stared at her. She glowered back, then returned her attention to Jeok-bong.

"These two should never be left alone in the ring to train. Never, you hear me? It's a health risk to everyone else."

Jeok-bong blinked at her, confused.

"Why?"

You stood up, leaving your book behind on the seat, and leaned into Mun, wrapping your arms around his waist. You rubbed your cheek against the softness of his hoodie and he slid a hand up to the back of your head.

"I have no idea" you mumbled, hiding your smile.

Ha-na sighed heavily.

"Because they never stop at just training" she said pointedly. "They get up in each other's space and suddenly, you can't tell where he ends and she begins. It's gross."

You blushed, but just hugged Mun harder.

"I can't help it that he's so cute" you argued. "I just wanna kiss over his whole -"

"Shut up!" Ha-na ordered abruptly. "I don't want to hear it. Go away, both of you."

Ten minutes later...

The ropes were hard against your back, denting your clothes, your feet planted wide. Now there was no earthly reason for Mun to be standing so close, his body taking advantage of your widely spaced feet to step in between them, incapacitating you with his big brown eyes and faint lingering scent of soap from an earlier shower.

You stared up at him, already breathing hard from the workout, but now breathing even harder, your gaze flicking from his hopeful gaze to his mouth and back up. You sighed and released your grip on the ropes to fist the front of his hoodie instead.

"This is why we get in so much trouble" you mumbled, and yanked him in.

He let out an excited gasp a second before you kissed him, his hands leaving your shoulders to palm at your waist and hips, taking advantage of your loose clothes to slip under the fabric and graze his fingers over your warm skin. You let go of his hoodie to run your hands up his chest and neck to reach his face, keeping him close, not that he had any desire to go anywhere else.

Mun whimpered when you nudged his mouth open, eager for more, but it was the last sound you heard before you were pulled apart, one of Mo-tak's hands squared evenly in the center of each of your chests, holding you firmly away from one another.

"I told you!" he complained, glaring between you. "Hands and mouths to yourselves! You are not teenagers!"

You blinked and bit your bottom lip, the ghost of pressure from Mun's touch lingering still.

"But -" you tried, to no avail.

"No 'buts', kiddos! Go to your rooms and think about what you've done!"

You glanced sheepishly at Mun before spinning away from Mo-tak's hand and ducking out beneath the ropes. As you walked past Jeok-bong, you saw that his face was bright red. Apparently he had witnessed the whole thing.

A few days later, Ms. Chu stumbled across the two of you laid out in the middle of the training ring, one of your legs tangled with Mun's. Your eyes were hazy and barely seeing, your hands lost in his curls as he worked his lips and teeth over your neck, one of his hands lost under your t-shirt. He was trying to get you to make that sound again, that lovely sound that tightened his stomach something fierce, when...

Ms. Chu clapped loudly and yelled.

"Hey! That is enough!"

Mun flailed away from you with a yelp and sat up, legs spread akimbo. You scrambled to follow suit, panting. She looked furious.

"This is a community space, you two! If you want somewhere to do...that...find a hotel!"

You were blushing firetruck red, twisting to hide your burning face against Mun's shoulder, still trembling a little from his earlier attention.

"...sorry" you said quietly, gingerly.

Ms. Chu snorted and stormed away.

Another week passed and Jang-mul walked into the hideout to find you in shorts and a sports bra, pinned to the mat by Mun, shirtless and sweating, arching into one another, mouths glued, barely separating to breathe.

He sighed, reached into a pocket and threw an electronic card at you. It bounced off Mun's bare shoulder, and it startled him just enough to pull away, glancing up. He spotted the card and grabbed for it.

"What's this?" he asked, confused and breathing heavily.

"A key card for a hotel room. Get out of here, you rabbits."

Mun pulled his t-shirt back on, and his hoodie, then helped you into an extra layer before pulling you to your feet with him. You barely had time to mutter a thank you to your benefactor before Mun was running you out the door.

The hotel room was lavish, but Mun didn't pause to notice. Neither did you, to be honest. You had eyes only for him as he closed and locked the door and backed you toward the four poster bed. He took careful hold of your hips and brushed his lips over your cheek.

"Now" he murmured. "Where were we?"

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Should Have Picked Up The Phone |So-Mun|

Sorry this is short

I strolled around the neighborhood shivering at the low temperature. I was originally supposed to be on a date with my boyfriend but he never showed up. Recently he's been canceling dates or leaving me hanging like a fool. All of the pity looks thrown my way by others makes it 10x worse. My mind always makes me wonder if he wants to break up and it makes my heart shatter. I can't help but think of what I did wrong if he doesn't like me anymore. He always says it's because his grandma wandered off again which is valid. I've seen her try to leave and even helped him before but that excuse is getting old. At this point, I wouldn't mind just hanging out at his place if that's the only time I could see him. I haven't seen him in days and even then it's a brief conversation. I walked down the street to my house and saw a man with a hoodie stopped at my door. I quickly hid behind the big dumpster ignoring the awful smell.

"Hello?" I heard the man say as he knocked on my door. "You dropped your ID card so I figured you would want it back."

I scrambled through my bag and looked in my wallet to see if I had actually dropped it but seeing my ID in my bag confused me. Why would he lie about that? I decided it wasn't safe for me to be around here so I quietly and quickly ran away praying I wouldn't trip over my heels. I ran for a good 10 minutes not caring about how much pain my legs and feet were in. I hunched over both of my hands on my knees and tried to catch my breath. I looked around and saw I ended up near the park.

"Mun's house isn't far from here maybe he'll be there," I said to myself my breath still shaky.

I grabbed my phone from my purse and made my way to his house. Even if he wasn't home I would be able to lend a hand to his grandparents. I pushed his contact and let the phone ring but he didn't pick up. I called him a few more times scared and upset about everything.

"Come on pick up pick up" I continued to walk but felt like someone was watching me the whole time. This made me call him more and more. I started to speed walk getting closer and closer to his house calling and calling. I hit the call button one last time before having someone grab me from behind. I dropped my phone struggling against the person who grabbed me. The call went directly to voicemail.

"Mun, shouldn't you answer your phone?" Hana said as she walked over to him. "I think you've trained enough today."

"Who was calling?" He asked stepping away from the punching bag and wiping sweat from his forehead.

"Y/n" Hana handed him his phone.

Mun groaned as he took the phone from her hand. "I forgot we had a date tonight"

"Again?" She said.

"She'll understand"

"How would she just understand?"

"I'll just say what I usually do, something came up with my grandparents"

"Shouldn't you just find time? Or take a break for a day" Hana crossed her arms.

"Evil spirits don't take breaks" He argued. "And with everything going on right now I can't afford to fall back"

"You're not the only counter, you can take a day off," Hana said. "Your not alone"

"I'm just nervous Cheong Shin will do something while I'm taking a break," Mun said as his phone vibrated with a text message.

Alternate:

"Call her back quickly," Hana said. "The nights not fully over"

"I-fine I call her back," He said as he called you back but came back with no answer. He sighed as he texted you saying how sorry he was hoping to get a response. He raised an eyebrow confused but slowly turned into worry as he called you again.

"She isn't picking up," Mun said looking at Hana.

"Try calling her again," Hana said now concerned herself.

"Pick up pick up," Mun said as he paced back and forth. "She's not acting petty right?"

"I highly doubt it"

"It picked up!"

" Y/n? What's wrong? Y/n?" He said concerned. "Are you okay?" The panic and concern in his voice was clear.

"So you do know him" The man said but it sounded like there were two people.

"Who's this?" Mun asked unsure if his ears were deceiving him or not. He was only met with a deep chuckle from the other end of the phone.

"Your worst nightmare" The man grinned. "She might have been safe if you picked up the phone"

[caramel-maveeato]

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❧❤ SYNOPSIS: baby fever is in the air… ♡ Pairings/Love interest: So Mun x GN!reader ♡ Genre: fluff ♡ TW: So Mun being a husband material ♡ word count: 2k

Note: All characters originated from “The Uncanny Counter/Amazing Rumor” except for Y/n.

English is not my first language!!! Sorry in advance if I make any grammar and vocabulary mistakes.

“Just one day! One day and I’ll go pick her up as soon as possible!”

“…Fine. You better not leave her to me overnight again.”

A weary sigh slid out of you as your friend hung up. You were now completely left isolated in your living room with her four-month-old, round eyes gluing on you with wonder. 

It wasn’t like you disliked kids, you were just unsuited to keep one around when the responsibility and unexpectancy of being a counter were holding a knife to your throat. For example, what if you had to leave her alone for missions when some evil spirits popped up? Maybe you were just letting loose your overthinking habit, but this certain “job” was always full of unforeseen occasions. 

However, all uncertainty vanished as there was a pull on the hem of your shirt by small, chubby fingers. You felt your composure peace out at that sunshiny smile and it took you less than one second to haul the infant into your lap, internally collapsing in cuteness overload while texting Hana that you needed to take a day off due to “unpredicted inconvenience.”

You were prepared to spend your peaceful rest day until the sound of your doorbell abruptly chimed in just thirty minutes after you informed your teammate. You picked the sweetheart up and approached the front door, wondering who would possibly be standing in front of your house at 10 a.m. if it wasn’t the delivery man. 

Turning the brass doorknob with anticipation, you watched as the door revealed your boyfriend, who was standing under the warm glow of the mid-morning sun. A faint, knowing smile played on his lips, mirroring your own sense of elation at his arrival. 

“Hi…” So Mun trailed off upon seeing the bundle of happiness in your arms, paving the way for a vague gasp and a look of pure exhilaration to emerge: “Whose baby is this?!” 

“Mine, obviously.” He playfully pulled a face at your words, completely unamused by the apparent lie. You chuckled, explaining: “I ‘stole’ her from a friend. Some urgent family things came up so I’ll be in charge of this cutie until she comes back later. Why are you here, by the way?”

He gave the little girl a tiny wave before turning to you: “Just wanted to check whether or not something happened. Also Ms. Chu said if no evil spirits show up today, I can leave for the rest of the day too.”

As much as you refrained from displaying too-obvious excitement by your boyfriend’s presence, it already appeared crystal clear just how notably happy you‘ve turned: “Let’s hope no third wheeler would interrupt us.” 

When a baby was in sight, most people tended to head for the little chubby face before anything else. So Mun was not the exception. He stared at the girl—who was also staring at him without blinking—and carefully extended his index finger: “Can I?”

“Of course!” That was all it took for him to nudge his finger on one of her plump cheeks, smiling widely when the squishiness melted on the tip of his digit like a marshmallow.

“Oh my god!! Look at how soft she is!”

You laughed, enjoying how he went smitten over an infant before taking his hand: “Let’s go, you’re not going to stay outside all day just poking her face, right?” 

He followed your footsteps through the living room: “I can if you insist.”

“Luckily I won’t.”

All three of you settled down on the couch. The sweetheart chewed on her tiny thumb while she comfortably nestled on your lap, eyes glistening like two gemstones of fascination in return for the bright smile So Mun gave her. He leaned down to poke her cheek again: 

“What’s her name?”

“Bora.” You answered, chuckling at how joyfully he beamed just from Bora reaching out to grab his finger, cooing the softest of whispers in her own language on behalf of you calling her name. 

“Aww. Hi Bora! I’m So Mun-oppa, nice to meet you.” His voice unconsciously eased into a more childish, playful tone. Bora’s chubby hand grasped around his finger to explore the unique touch coming from someone she hadn’t seen before. The difference in size was laughable, yet exceptionally cute. 

The air was perfumed with melodic gurgles and murmurs, easily dissolving anyone’s heart into slush. You dipped your head to make eye contact with So Mun, directly bringing up the suggestion: “Do you want to try holding her? Like, holding holding.”

He pointed to himself, eyes slightly widened as if not expecting you to ask this: “You sure? I’ve never held a baby before…”

“Don’t worry, I'll make sure you won't drop her.” The answer slipped out as naturally and confidently as if you were speaking a matter of fact. You lifted Bora off your lap, moving over to him with unfaltering trust. 

Holding a baby was not only an act of affection but, furthermore, a timeless configuration of art. You started off by showing him how to support Bora’s fragile head and neck. Her little skull was cradled in the palm of his hand by his trembling fingers, which were loaded with the pressure of responsibility. 

You guided her body to rest against his chest with the utmost attention. The delicate yet soul-stirring feeling of carrying such a beautiful miracle built his heartbeat in synchrony with your own, each breath conveyed nervous euphoria. His other arm carefully curled to surround her lower body in a loving cocoon, embosoming the bundle of innocence with his warmth. 

With reverence, he let out a contented sigh while admiring how perfectly the girl fit in his embrace. His whispering voice became hushed and almost inaudible as if he were afraid that even a single noise could startle her: “She’s so adorable, what should I do now?” 

“I don’t know, keep holding her?” You had to fight for your life inwardly to not snatch some photos from such a heartwarming view, not knowing if you should focus on him or on Bora. 

“I am planning to do that.” He started swaying her with a slow, steady pace, a bit clumsily but wholesome nonetheless. 

You quickly grabbed some of Bora’s favorite colorful toys, wiggling them in front of her while you and him attempted to make silly faces. Her soft giggle sparked like a star during the night, quickly expanded into a whole sky of glitter. 

“Oh my god, we’re making her laugh!” Seeing the effect they had on Bora, he seemed to get even more excited than her. The laughter spread as vigorously as a wildfire that infected you with merriment, both at how precious the little cutie was and how hilariously you two were acting. 

Bora looked up at So Mun with her eyes like twin constellations of delight, following each of his movements with tireless attention. Her faint breaths against his skin as she bloomed a toothless smile, unbridled chuckles singing like a symphony that both of you couldn’t help but melt: “She seems to really like you. So this is the ultimate power of being handsome, I can tell.” 

He squinted with a smile, bashfully nudging your side as he caught you throwing a cheeky wink: “You’re embarrassing me…” 

“Just admit you like it, babe.”

The three of you spent the whole day eating and engaging in playful activities together (with you and So Mun occasionally getting into plushies-fighting battles, no plushies were harmed during the process) until your friend came back from her trip later that evening. 

You shared your introductions and goodbyes, ignoring an itty-bitty tug in your chest when you now ought to hand the sweetie back to her mother. It was hysterical how you unreasonably felt like a parent escorting their kid to kindergarten for the first time when this wasn’t even your kid. It was only because the day that had passed felt like such a magical adventure, and you admitted that never in your life was babysitting this memorable. 

How wonderful would it be for the moment to last a bit longer…

At least this statement earned an approving thumbs up from, believe it or not, Bora. 

Your friend cupped the little girl’s tiny torso, deliberately removing her from So Mun’s hug, her voice soothing and tender in hankering to reunite with her daughter after an exhausting day: “Let’s go home, dear. Mommy is so sorry for making you wait this long.”

Though, nothing seemed to successfully detach the baby from him, the pulls on her body converted into pulls on his sweater, which her hand was clutching onto with an impressively tight grasp. The more they tried to tug her away from So Mun, the more her cherubic face contorted unpleasantly as a warning before a tentative whimper was molded, and finally, a swelling cry.

‘Awkward’ was a minimization to describe the atmosphere, all three of the elders exchanged looks in puzzlement. 

Each whine intensified after each second, every sound was a sincere plea that tugged at the heartstrings. Your friend bit her lip, along with you not knowing if she should crack up or freak out at her daughter’s sudden change of heart: “Bora-ah, w–what’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

You noticed So Mun shooting you a panicked look before turning back to the little one, trying to mitigate her harrowing cry with the gentlest jiggles and back strokes: “Don’t cry… You’re a good girl, right? So don’t cry.” 

Bora clung onto him with an iron grip as she mewled, curling into a tiny ball and tucking herself against his chest. It was both sweet and surprising how fast she became attached to him, but it also didn't seem like the right time to laugh so you only let out a quiet titter, moving your attention back to her tubby fingers and trying to unhitch them from his clothes. 

“Bora-ah, look at me.” He tilted his head to reach eye level with the girl, his voice consoling like a mellifluous lullaby and a murmur of the wind; you were unaware that, simply by watching, you were also struck with profound adoration: “Oppa promises we’ll see each other again, okay?”

It took them about 10 minutes to separate her from So Mun. And this was obtained as solid proof that your boyfriend wasn’t just good with kids, he could even mesmerize them without acknowledging it. 

During that teary-eyed leave-taking, you spotted your friend gesturing something with her mouth to forward a nonverbal message to you, which you recognized as:

“He’s a keeper.”

Heat blazed on your cheeks, but that didn’t stop you from pridefully accepting the comment: “He sure is.”

Bonus:

It was undeniable that Bora has grown to be significantly bonded with So Mun since the time they first saw each other. But as her uncertified “daycare provider,” you were still proudly her favorite person in the house every time she came over. 

Your gut clenched as you contained your laughter, pretending not to notice your boyfriend’s adorably sulky face and instead pouring all your affection onto the cutie, kisses freely landing on her forehead.

From his direction, a heavy exhale filled in your ear yet you were too invested in the act to drop it. You soon heard some faint sounds of motion before a weight pressed down on the side of your shoulder, lovable curly hair chaotically snuggling on your shirt:

“Love me, too.”

“C’mon, it’s just Bora.” You burst out giggling and held the little girl closer in your arms just to tease him. 

“But you’ve been ignoring me, you know. Can you at least make it equal for both of us? I mean, she’s very cute but…” He pouted, intentionally or not flashing his puppy eyes at you as he mumbled: “Give me attention, too.”

Your speech was replaced with a pause. At this time, you had stopped questioning why merely a small moue could cause such an enormous impact on you that it was no longer practical to keep up with your game. You wasted no time wrapping your free arm around So Mun, drawing him into a side hug where all three of you now huddled into an enclosed position, sharing the same connection and same sentiment: “Damn… Now you’re the one being too cute.” 

“Am I?” So Mun grinned, gleefully reciprocating the hug before adding: “By the way, don’t “damn” in front of Bora.”

“She’s not gonna understand.”

[yandereworlds]

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misunderstandings

so mun x reader

➳summary: jeokbong makes a completely wrong conclusion

➳warnings: crack, hanamun mentions but not taken seriously

➳word count: 506

➳a/n: found this in my files I think this was actually the first tuc fic I ever drafted up!

“Mun, are you and Hana dating?”

One, silent second passes before the entirety of Unnie’s Noodles bursts into an uncontrollable manic laughter. The aforementioned counters look at each other, then at Jeokbong, eyes wide with horror at the accusation.

“DEFINITELY NOT! Why would I date Hana noona of all people?!” Mun retches at the thought, which makes Hana glare at him. He cowers behind you (who’s laughing so hard you clutch your stomach in pain) hiding from the older woman’s glare.

“No offense, noona…” he meekly adds but Hana just clicks her tongue.

“What do you think I am? Some kind of cougar?!” Hana snarls after turning to face Jeokbong. If it were even possible, her comment sends the rest of the group into an even louder frenzy. You grab onto Mun’s shoulder, shaking and heaving for air - your body unable to withstand the giggles erupting from you.

“W-Where did you even get that from?!” You wheeze out between breaths. This is seriously way too funny; was Jeokbong blind? You knew he was dense but Mun isn’t exactly subtle about your relationship.

“W-well, I mean- you’re always together! And you looked close so I…” Jeokbong stammers while shuffling in his spot, embarrassed. You snort; to be fair to him, you have been working a lot with Ms Chu these days so all your typical tasks with Mun naturally transfer to the next available person (Hana in this case). Motak, finally recovered from his laughing fit, pats the new counter on the back knowingly.

“It’s easy to think that,” he begins with in the way he only talks in when he wants to sound smart. “But we’re like a family! Mun and Hana are like siblings-“

“He’s more like the family dog.” Hana says under her breath.

“What’s that supposed to mean?!”

“Well Mun-ah, you do have some very puppy-like charms. Especially when we first met you, your hair reminded me of a toy poodle!”

“Ms Chuuu!”

“-AND ALSO!” Motak says in a louder tone, effectively shutting everyone up. “Our So Mun is dating someone else!”

Yeah, hell no.

Sensing that this won’t go down without you losing at least some dignity, you immediately make a dash for the nearest exit but you’re being pulled back by the collar of your shirt by the man of the hour and promptly guides you to face Jeokbong’s direction, where he’s looking at you shocked. Usually, you wouldn’t be opposed to Mun’s arm around you but the usually comforting grip feels like shackles that you couldn’t get out of now matter how much you wriggled.

“Oh- oh my god I’m so-“ Jeokbong stumbles as you force a smile with gritted teeth while stabbing your elbow into Mun’s side. How dare he do this to you.

“If I had to go through that, so do you.” Mun whispers to you. Though you weren’t facing him, you could definitely tell he had that one of those cheeky grin of his plastered on his face.

This was gonna be a long day.

[misteria247]

Perhaps you were at that ominous breaking point many people have warned you about. That one where due to stress, work or just finally having enough, had made you completely lose touch with reality. Or perhaps you simply needed to do something different, who knows. Either way one thing was very clear. And that was the paperwork and receipts you now held in your hands stating that you now owned several things from the town auction you'd just attended.

'There goes my new mattress money....'

You thought, grimacing at the thought of returning home to your old one that desperately needed replaced. The one you'd been saving up for when you'd seen the auction house going on. It was one of those ones where the owner of a home had recently passed away. Leaving no will or having no relations to take the things they'd left behind. Leaving it in the hands of the township to sell or auction said things off to whoever had money and was willing to take that gamble. You hadn't meant to get caught up in it, but somehow you'd ended inside the home with several other people who'd come to look inside and see if they'd wanted any of the junk that was left behind. You'd glanced at the products, noting the merchandise of bright, colorful characters that looked like they were from some kind of television show. You didn't know of it, but it looked like something that perhaps your parents or grandparents might know about. As you stared at the knick knacks, your eye caught something.

A puppet, with pretty but messy blonde hair and a bright dress sitting in one of the chairs in the living room. Curious you stepped into the room, and immediately noticed that she wasn't the only one. There were several others in fact ranging in size and such with tags of what they are and how much they are pinned to them. The puppet you'd first seen was apparently named Julie Joyful. Staring at her you looked at the price and sucked in a breath at it.

'Yeah no.....'

You glanced at the other puppets, taking in their tags and names. Honing in on the wear and tear on them. Tiny holes, tears, and even a few missing buttons and other trinkets that came on them were missing. Their colors faded or covered in dust and grim. It was clear that they were old, and despite their current appearance had been taken care of to some degree. You continued to observe them, a small saddened frown on your face when a voice startled you.

"Looking on perhaps buying one of these?"

Whipping your head around you saw the head auctioneer standing next to you. Waiting for you to respond to his question. Turning away from the puppets you gave him your full attention.

"Ah well no, I was just looking is all."

You mumbled a bit awkwardly. The auctioneer nodded, letting out a small hum.

"Ah I see. Was just curious, not many people showed interest in these fellas. Then again it's not too surprising, they're not quite as recognizable as other children shows characters."

He said. Noticing your questioning look he elaborated.

"These puppets are the originals from a children's show known as Welcome Home. It was short lived I'm afraid. The owner of this here house was the creator of this colorful bunch. Put a lot of work into them from what I've gathered."

You looked back towards the puppets again, curious by their history.

"What will happen to them if they aren't purchased....?"

You couldn't help but ask.

"Well if they're not sold or auctioned off, they'll be tossed. A shame honestly, they're really good puppets."

The auctioneer said a wistful tone to his voice. You heard him bid you a good day and his footsteps leaving the room to go help others out in possible purchases. You looked at them, taking in everything. For some reason you couldn't leave just yet. A small sadness filling you as you took in what you'd learned.

'You need to go your mattress isn't gonna buy itself.'

Your brain reminded you, forcing you into action. With a hesitation, you looked away from the puppets, making your way towards the doorway to head out. Before looking back one last time. (E/c) met the plastic eyes of the one puppet named Wally Darling, and perhaps it was the way the light hit him but you could have sworn he looked lonely. Sad even. Which was ridiculous he was a puppet. But....

Before you even realized it you were already tracking the auctioneer down.

"Excuse me! Sir! I'll take them!"

Which led you to the current moment. Sitting in your old truck, wondering what in the hell you'd just done. You were supposed to get something you'd desperately needed and instead you'd ended up buying puppets. With a tired sigh you turned on your vehicle, and started to head back towards home to get it ready for the arrival of said puppets. Dreading the conversation from friends and family who would see them and how you spent your money. However you couldn't leave them, they'd looked so sad in that living room, old and wearing down, their care taker gone and no longer able to repair them. It just didn't seem right.

Little did you realize.....you'd get more than what you bargained for.

[slytherinshua]

SECRET'S OUT

genre. fluff. secret relationship. warnings. kinda scandalous kissing spots (not really suggestive tho). jokes about jeokbong liking y/n. pairing. so mun x fem!counter!reader. wc. 1.5k. a/n. from this request!

“I still don’t like that we have to go this far.” So Mun complained, his pout barely visible in the dark, “It’s cramped.”

“I never said we had to go to a closet. I just said somewhere private.” You defended. The closet had somehow been the first thing your boyfriend had thought of as a private place, and the space for 2 adult sized bodies was definitely limited.

“There’s nowhere private in the new base and you know that. The bedroom doors have windows since it was originally a warehouse.”

“I know. I wasn’t the one who couldn’t go a day without kissing their girlfriend.” You jabbed at him.

“I’m not the one who insisted on keeping this a secret!” He countered, crossing his arms in faux annoyance.

“Do you want to be teased by everyone? Cause I know I don’t… Especially Hana, god.” The muttered remark made Mun cringe as well.

“You’re right, this is better.” So Mun’s hands circled around your waist, pulling you closer in the already close space. “Even if I have to resort to kissing you in a closet.” 

You giggled, hands resting on his shoulders, tiptoeing in order to reach his lips, “How scandalous of you.” You mumbled, smiling against his lips but not putting any pressure into kissing him. So Mun seemed to get inpatient for you to initiate a proper kiss and kissed you first.

In the relationship, you were definitely the responsible one. It wasn’t like you wanted to be, but someone had to do it otherwise there was no way you two wouldn’t get found out by the rest of the team. So Mun did his part in trying not to be too obvious with his lovesick stares or want to be close to you, except recently he was failing.

He kept whispering in your ear at dinner that Jeokbong definitely liked you and was always staring at you. You had rolled your eyes at the thought. Even if he was, you were undoubtedly in love with So Mun and So Mun only. His fleeting jealousy was nothing you were concerned about. 

Mun didn’t like you brushing it off, though, and kept pulling your chair just a little bit closer to his with his foot under the table. It took multiple tries from you to make him stop, especially when Hana had almost picked up on it.

It had been a close call, but you hadn’t been caught yet. 

“Goodnight, baby.”

“Goodnight, Y/n.” So Mun smiled and you ruffled some of the curls on his head as he settled under the covers of his bed.

“I’ll go now, okay?” You crouched down, now being eye level with him. He sighed but nodded nonetheless. You kissed his forehead to sooth him before walking out of his room. You let your shoulders relax— another stressful day was coming to a close, another day where your relationship with Mun stayed a precious secret.

“What are you doing in So Mun’s room at 1 am?”

Hana’s voice made you jump slightly. You spun around, finding her leaning against the kitchen counter, munching on a candy bar and staring you down.

“What?”

“You,” She pointed, ��In his room. It’s late.” She swallowed her chocolate bar, narrowing her eyes a bit at you.

“He was just- I was just, uh-” You cleared your throat awkwardly. This was bad. “He was just showing me one of his old comics he made when he was little.”

“At 1 am?” Hana raised her eyebrow, obviously not buying it.

“Yeah…” You walked to the kitchen, flashing the most innocent smile you could muster and opening the fridge to pour yourself a glass of iced tea.

“Well, goodnight, then.” She nodded, hand resting on your shoulder to give you a couple pats. Her eyes widened, “You kissed him in the closet!?” 

You spat out your iced tea in utter shock. Fuck. Hana could read your memories. And you had completely forgotten about that. 

“No!” You yelled defensively, “I didn’t- we- we weren’t-” 

“Y/n, are you and So Mun-” 

“Are we what?” So Mun had walked out of his room, hearing the commotion.

You straightened, eyes wide, trying to relay some sort of message to Mun that Hana was probably about to figure it all out. He didn’t get it, though, and walked towards you both. Hana only needed a second of her hand on Mun’s shoulder to get his memory of it.

She glanced at you and then back to Mun, eyes wide as they darted between you both. You were frozen, panic-stricken in your spot. So Mun was oblivious as always, trying to figure out why you and Hana were acting so weird.

“We need a team meeting to discuss this.” Hana proclaimed.

“What?”

“What?”

You and Mun asked in unison, turning to the other at the same time as if you were synchronised robots. Hana huffed at the fact that you two were still feigning innocence. She quickly knocked on the other counters’ doors, stirring the drowsy adults.

After a couple minutes, they were all gathered around the kitchen table. Jeokbong was rubbing the sleep from his eye, while Motak kept asking what was going on, and Ms. Chu was ready to get the car to catch an evil spirit at any minute.

“Two of our counters have been hiding something from us, with no regard to how we feel about it or how it might hurt our feelings.” Hana started, a pointed gaze on you and Mun who sat next to each other, nervously sweating at the situation. By the time Hana had gone to get the other counters, you had filled So Mun in on everything and he was now as panicked as you, if not more. 

“What? What is it?” Jeokbong asked anxiously. 

“Mun and Y/n… are dating.”

The room practically exploded with shouts and questions. If any of the counters were tired before, they were definitely awake now. The commotion was frankly impressive. 

You had expected teasing, yes. But you had never expected it to be such a big deal. The two aces of the team suddenly being revealed to be seeing each other was quite a shock, though. Especially since no one had even suspected it until now.

“You’re dating Mun?” Motak asked for clarification, and you nodded quietly. “All this time, Jeokbong didn’t even have a chance?”

“W-What? No! No! I-I never liked Y-Y/n, don’t misunderstand!!” Jeokbong started defending immediately, but you barely paid attention.

Mun turned to you, whispering an “I told you” with a small frown. You wanted to kiss the pout right off his face, and you would’ve if you weren’t still surrounded by the rest of the team that were still throwing around question after question— none of which was being answered.

“How long has this been going on?” Ms. Chu asked.

“I never thought Mun could pull a girl like Y/n.” Hana teased. 

“Hey-” Mun defended.

“Guys, stop. Yes, I’m dating Mun, we’ve been dating for months." You weren’t sure why, but you ended up laughing. Even with the chaos that had ensued as soon as the secret got out, it was relieving that you didn’t have to hide it anymore.

You didn’t have to hide the fact that you were in love with So Mun.

You could hug him whenever you wanted. You could kiss him whenever you felt like it. You could go on dates without having to pretend to be going on errands or missions. You could be like a normal couple. You felt exhilarated by the thought.

So Mun nodded at your statement and wrapped his arm around your shoulder to pull you towards him, “Y/n’s my girl… got that Jeokbong?” 

Jeokbong looked utterly afraid for his life which made you crack up. Of course you knew that Mun was only being jokingly possessive of you, but the look on Jeokbong’s face was priceless, and soon the whole table was laughing.

“Now that we have that all cleared up, I think it’s best that we all get back to bed. It’s late for the kids and the grown-ups.” Ms. Chu told everyone.

“We’re not kids,” you complained.

“Sure you aren’t. You babies.” Ms. Chu smiled, patting your shoulder.

“If you two ever break up it’s gonna be awful for the team. So don’t you dare break up.” Hana warned you both.

“Don’t worry. We don’t plan to.” So Mun said confidently, making your cheeks flush.

“C-congratulations on your relationship.” Jeokbong stuttered quietly as he made his way back to his room.

“Thanks Jeokbong!” You replied cheerily.

“Yeah, thanks.” Mun smiled, kissing your forehead to intentionally emphasize it to him. 

“You know that wasn’t necessary.” You scolded him.

“How else is he supposed to get the message?” So Mun frowned.

“We already told-” You couldn’t even finish your sentence before Mun’s lips were on yours, kissing you in the now empty room. You raised an eyebrow at him when you pulled away, “You just want an extra excuse to kiss me, don’t you?”

“...Maybe.”

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