#mysme x y/n

[distortedataraxia]

Mystic messenger x reader stuff! ★

You've came across an app where you can talk to hot guys..

Nothing was written here yet! Sorry! Come back here later or request and pray

[introverted-scribblings]

The RFA w/ MC who loves sewing

What? A post? From me? You're crazy, there's no way that's happening.

I'm trying to get back into writing for this blog and recently started replaying Mystic Messenger because I want poor sleep 💕 Basically I'm letting my fixation fuel my writing because... the sentence ends there.

Enjoy these headcanons! I thought they turned out really cute~

(FYI: I used fem!MC for these headcanons; girlfriend/wife/etc.)

Yoosung:

He found out in the RFA chatroom when the two of you were talking about games and hobbies.

Yoosung had been excitedly telling you about the armor set he had gotten in his latest LOLOL binge, sending a picture and saying how he wishes he could wear cool armor in real life.

“I can make it for you”

“MC… what???”

And this is where he discovered your passion for sewing and your side-hobby of cosplay

He had a little experience with sewing, he could sew on a button and fix small tears thanks to his high school “home ec��� classes, but you’re talking about making entire outfits and costumes from scratch.

THAT’S. SO. COOL.

He is amazed and thoroughly impressed by your talents, even moreso after you send some pictures of your completed works.

It’s amazing that you can make your own clothes, but he’s definitely super impressed with your cosplays. They’re insanely detailed, matching perfectly with the source material. He often says that your cosplays look better than the source material. They’re true works of art in his eyes.

Praises your talents nonstop.

Talks about it all the time to everyone. Every one of his friends knows how skilled his girlfriend is. And the other RFA members know tenfold.

After hearing you talk about your projects, Yoosung decided to join the sewing club at school in the hopes that he could help you with your amazing work! (Not that you need help, he really just wants to participate in something you love)

What ends up happening though is him sitting beside you at the sewing machine and getting lost in your working rhythm. (“Yoosung, are you paying attention? I thought you wanted me to give you tips?” “S-sorry, MC!! You’re just… really good at this… Like magic!”)

There’s no way he’ll be able to catch up with your skill anytime soon, so you compromise with him. You’ll make the costumes, but he has to cosplay with you~

(I have a short fic continuation of this! You can read it here)

Zen:

He found out just before one of his performances.

The costume he was wearing was a bit snug but worked fine in all the dress rehearsals, so he didn’t think much of it at the time.

You were backstage with him before opening night, ready to tell him to break a leg and give the audience a show to remember, when you saw the rip in his jacket.

It was a seam rip behind his left shoulder. Not the worst, but clearly noticeable.

Curtain was in ten minutes.

“Hyun, take off your costume.”

“Jagyia, I know I’m irresistible, but can you wait until after the show?”

“Not like that!!!” >////<

You pulled a flat black case from your purse and opened it, revealing a small sewing kit. You had everything you needed for a sewing emergency. Pins, buttons, snaps, scissors, an assortment of colored thread. And needles, of course.

You fixed the rip and strengthened the seam with four minutes to spare.

Zen asks you about it after the show (which went perfectly, thanks to you) and you explain your sewing hobby to him. Mentioning that you always have your little sewing kit with you for emergencies like tonight.

You show him pictures of the projects you’ve made and entire outfits you’ve designed and created from scratch. A good chunk of your wardrobe are pieces you’ve made yourself.

Of course he supports you! He’s so impressed and is constantly gushing about how talented you are in the chatroom.

Though nothing could prepare him for the moment you said you wanted to make something for him. Looking up at him with big hopeful eyes as you asked if he’d let you design him an outfit. His heart nearly burst.

You poured hours of time and effort into these pieces for him, determined to make this your best project yet. Your magnum opus. (You also sent concept sketches and fabric swatches to Jaehee for her “professional fan opinion”)

When he put it on for the first time, he was speechless. Everything fit perfectly, there wasn’t a part of the outfit that was uncomfortable in the slightest.

And he may be a bit of a narcissist, but he swore that the clothes you crafted made him more handsome than he thought possible. He looked good but never this good.

Your heart was filled with sunshine and warmth when he decided to wear it to an interview.

“My outfit? It’s custom-made. My girlfriend is a very talented seamstress and this was a gift from her~”

Jaehee:

She found out when she called you to complain about the c-fur she was still cleaning up around her apartment.

“Ugh, I’m sorry, Jaehee. I know how bad that can get. I took care of my friend’s cat for a weekend once and I spent an entire month cleaning fur off all my fabric.”

Your fabric?? “What fabric, MC?”

The fabric for your projects of course! Once she got you started, you happily explained your passion to her and how you’ve been making your own clothes for a while now too.

She is also very impressed with your skill and also impressed with how handy it is. You very generously offered to mend her favorite blazer when one of the seams split. You also fixed the two loose buttons you found.

When you two open up the cafe together, you made Jaehee a custom apron to wear. Even going so far as to embroider her name on it along with some decorative coffee beans.

It’s her favorite apron and the one she wears the most while working. (until it has to be cleaned, but then it’s right back in the cafe for her to use)

It gets a lot of compliments too and you’ve actually had a few customers commission you from Jaehee’s (unintentional) promoting.

You since made more clothes for her, even an entire sundress similar to one she had been looking at while you both were out shopping. (You didn’t think the one sold was her color, so you made one yourself that would highlight her best~)

The only issue is the thread and fabric scraps that tend to scatter just as bad as the c-fur… but hey, at lease the end result is more useful! And she can always count on you to tidy your mess when you’re finished~

Jumin:

You mentioned it offhand. Simply mentioning the stitching quality on one of his ties and how you hadn’t made a tie before.

He followed up asking why you would want to make a tie, to which you explained that you often made your own clothes but would love to give yourself a little challenge with something you hadn’t done before.

Initially, he didn’t quite understand. He could easily have any outfit you desired tailored specifically for you, there wasn’t the need to go through all the hassle of making it.

You had to explain that it was your hobby. That, while time consuming and occasionally tedious, you truly enjoyed making your own clothes, and showed him some examples from your closet.

“I’m quite impressed, MC. I’ve only seen this kind of quality come out of trained professionals.”

“I’ll take that compliment. Thank you, love~”

He gives you an entire studio for your projects. While you insist that he doesn’t need to give you so many elaborate gifts, you have to admit that the space is very nice. Much better than working in cramped conditions or on the floor.

While Jumin doesn’t have an interest in joining your craftiness, your husband is more than willing to encourage your hobby monetarily with machine repairs and high quality materials.

Whatever you want, you can have. You’re his darling wife after all.

He even gifted you an antique sewing machine, a vintage 1902 Singer Treadle. You don’t “use” it, but you learned how to just for fun. It’s a lovely decoration of your hobby at the least.

And, yes, you did make a tie for him. Two actually, but you only gave him the second one, insisting that the first was practice only.

It quickly becomes his favorite and he always wears it to important meetings. It’s like having you right there with him for support.

It also becomes quite the talking piece at one of the RFA parties when a member of the Cultured Citizens asks about the brand and price.

“This tie was handmade by my wife and is certainly priceless.”

707:

He already knew because of course he did.

He would often send you (jokingly) ridiculous “orders” with impossible time frames, including:

An iridescent “Statue of Liberty” costume - 3 days

Twenty-seven onesies for ducks - 4 days

A prom dress made of pasta - 3 days

An overnight yeti costume

The two of you would banter about it in the chatroom until someone told you guys to knock it off, it was never not fun.

Whenever you finished a new piece or outfit for yourself, you would try it on and call him while standing in front of the camera in the apartment, asking for his opinion.

The cat-themed overall skirt was the one that broke him. You were just so cute with all the decorated pockets~! And the buttons looked like little cats too! You’re just too precious~

After the dust of the first party settled and Saeyoung had his brother back, you took it upon yourself to make Saeran some new clothes. He was going to be your brother-in-law, after all, you wanted to make him feel welcome.

Of course, it then turned into making both boys some new clothes as you kept thinking of new ideas. Not that you minded, this was your passion after all.

I think Saeyoung would also give you your own room/studio in the bunker. A place where you could spread out without worry. (Vanderwood was just grateful he didn’t have to keep cleaning up thread)

Saeyoung was also happy to help with any repairs your sewing machine needed, or he’d just make you a new one… or three… with some—interesting—added features.

“Saeyoung, dear, I don’t think my machine needs a Ph.D Pepper dispenser.”

“But what if my honey gets thirsty while she works?!”

“...But won’t the sewing shake up all the carbonation? It would explode on my pretty clothes T^T”

“OMG! I’m so sorry!! I’ll take it out right away!!”

This kind of conversation happens regularly.

Eventually, there was one top-secret project that you were working on… one that you made Saeyoung swear not to snoop through. Even going so far as to have Saeran keep an eye out to make sure his brother stayed true to his word. (He did but he whined about it)

The project took a long time and you had to have Saeran help you order the materials in secret.

Saeyoung didn’t like being kept in the dark, it made him uneasy. You assured him it was okay and that you just didn’t want the surprise to be ruined.

He was still uneasy, but he trusted you.

And it was all worth it in the end…

When you walked down the aisle in your handmade wedding dress, glittering and shining like stars in the night sky you both loved so much.

[seiko-e]

So umm...its 11:48 pm when i wrote this and saw an achievement of reaching to 50 likes so yeah time to celebrate with another random scenario

It's midnight, you and your hubby are on the bed, cuddling, unfortunately you can't seem to get yourself to sleep

(𝙿𝚘𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚗)

Crickets chirping

Stars shining

And a warm cuddle with your hubby

And yet you still can't sleep.

An idea then came across the river of your veins to your brain and charged up your brain cells, you thought to yourself that maybe some fresh air can get you sleepy, and so you replaced yourself with a long cat plushie in the arms of your man, went to the balcony and sip those fresh air that you've thought to cure your insomnia.

You've got the fresh air and unfortunately you are not sleepy

Then an idea hopping on your veins, to your brain and charging your brain cells, maybe a glass of milk can get you to bed

So you went to the kitchen, brew yourself some warm milk and drink the milk

You got the milk, but not the sleepiness

Instead of another idea, you got yourself a walking half awake hubby that seems to look pouty and displeased while cuddling the long cat

"oh? Sorry did i wake you up?" You asked, and with a yawn, he replied "yea, why are you awake It's still night, did you accidentally wake up?"

You felt sorry for accidentally waking up your hubby in the middle of the night

"well, more like i haven't slept"

"why is that?"

You don't know what to answer since even yourself doesn't know the reason you can't sleep, you just shrugged in reply

Still with a pouty look, he drops the long cat and carries you to the bedroom...

And in the bedroom, he fucks you to the brim ,till you got tired and eventually falls asleep, goodnight 😌✨

[lexsssu]

Enchantment (Han Jumin)

TAGS: Jumin/F!reader, bathroom sex, cockwarming, smut, drabble Ao3 ver. | Ko-fi | Commissions (OPEN)

Despite being a man primarily ruled by logic and facts for most of his life, Han Jumin is sure you’ve cast some sort of enchantment on him.

“ ...mmm tired, honey bunny…”

“ Just lean against me, my love. Rest assured that your honey bunny will watch over you while you rest. ”

Not too long ago, Jumin would have never imagined himself in this exact situation. You leaning back against him as the two of you lounged inside the spacious bathtub after being tuckered out from your previous activities. 

His marks littered your skin like paint on a canvas, and every time he saw it, he feels his soft cock threatening to twitch back into life even as it enjoyed the warmth of your walls.

Magic or not, he supposes that he doesn’t really care either way as long as it’s you.

[mikoyamisheadcanonblog]

Jumin Han's Relationship Questions (1)

💜Who Wakes up first in the morning:💜 Jumin would wake up before his S/O he is very much a person even on vacation or on break he has his set time he will wake up. Most of the time he will wake up earlier than when he is supposed to leave and watch his S/O sleep taking in their breath counting how much time they breathed within the hour and noticing when S/O  is starting to stir awake. He does love making S/O breakfast first thing in the morning, morning coffee, and pancakes with Elizabeth the 3rd sitting on your lap.

💜Who’s the first to fall asleep at night:💜 His S/O is the first to fall asleep before him. Jumin is usually busy with work and being the director of C&R often comes home late. He does attempt to come home to share dinner with his S/O and chat about their day, after heading to their room where he will pet S/O’s hair and sing softly to them till they fall asleep. He is just feeling his heart swelling with such containment and giving her a gentle kiss on their temple before going to sleep.  

💜What they playfully tease each other over:💜 His S/O can playfully tease him about his lack of skills with housework, or knowing modern slang, or just how regular people work and live. He takes it in good stride as he would also tease his S/O with his dry humor or compare them to Elizabeth the 3rd and such. His sense of humor is weird and such and sometimes he says weird things that would catch S/O off guard but still laugh.

💜What they do when the other’s having a bad day:💜 Throw money at the problem, he is rich, and he will throw whatever money he can at the problem to make it go away. His S/O was looking at this necklace before he went to work, he will buy it. They spoke of Spain; He will take them there. It probably gets overwhelmingly fast, but he will also offer a shoulder to cry on. If his S/O wants just his attention and to be just with him and listen to their worries he will be there. For his bad days, just his S/O being there having someone being there for him and loving him for who is, is enough for him.

💜How they say ‘I’m sorry after arguments:💜 Throw money at the problem, and he will be out all day after an argument, he will be feeling guilty and such. He will come back later that night with all kinds of gifts and stuff he knows his partner would love before apologizing to them and explaining how much they mean to the world to them. He will try to fix whatever bothers his S/O other and such. His S/O can apologize any way they feel comfortable, a song or art piece, or even using Elizabeth the 3rd he will forgive his S/O and such and keep the song or however they apologized.

💜Which one’s more ticklish:💜 His S/O probably but he does have a few ticklish spots, around his neck and under his jawbone he is a bit ticklish but that is a secret only his S/O knows of…..

💜Their favorite rainy day activities:💜 Shopping, his apartment is built for shopping he will take his S/O looking at anything and everything they want before both of them heading home and sitting and enjoying wine and discussing the day with Elizabeth the 3rd on his lap or his S/O. He at times will love the simpler things and life and sitting and drinking wine and watching the rain fall is one of them.

💜How they surprise each other:💜Gifts, Jumin’s love language is gift giving and he will surprise his S/O with an expensive gift he saw and thought of them, or vacation trips just the two of them with of course Elizabeth the 3rd or taking them to private screenings of their favorite movie or show even meeting actors. But the best surprise is when he comes home early and they spend the day cuddling. He gets surprised just seeing his S/O around him loving him for him, of course, if his S/O wants to surprise him bringing another cat into the relationship is always fun.

💜Their most sickening show of public affection:💜 He is completely enamored with his S/O and just in the RFA talking about how much he loves them and how being around them just brightens his day. It often leaves the other members speechless, of course, he isn’t against physical affection and such either. Hugging and kissing his S/O even while people watch and saying the words ‘I love you,’

[hoesoflamentation]

𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕪'𝕤 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟜 𝕓𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕙𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕥 | 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝕞𝕪 𝕓𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕙𝕕𝕒𝕪, 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕣𝕓𝕠𝕤! (𝟙𝟠+ 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪)

HOW TO PLAY:

bake me a birthday cake! choose 2-3 ingredients from my lists of faves below & put them in my ask box to bake. i'll be taking requests until the end of july 2024, or when i reach 26 requests (for my 26th birthday!)

RULES & TERMS:

18+ only. i MUST be able to verify your age in order for you to participate. if you wish to be anonymous in my asks, you MUST message me so i can confirm your age.

2-3 "ingredients" (categories) per request. no more, no less. you may request either a fandom OR a character. if you request a fandom, i will choose the character! any adult or aged-up character from that fandom is fair game.

no "secret ingredients" allowed! (i.e. no requesting the inclusion of additional elements that aren't listed below). an exception is if you would specifically like to request gn! or afab! reader. i do not write m! or amab! reader.

INGREDIENTS LIST:

𝕗𝕝𝕠𝕦𝕣 (fandoms)

jjk

obey me!

haikyuu!

mysme

atla

tokrev

hxh

yashahime

monster prom

𝕤𝕦𝕘𝕒𝕣 (characters)

levi (om!)

mammon (om!)

oikawa (hq)

kuroo (hq)

mikey (tokrev)

draken (tokrev)

nanami (jjk)

sukuna (jjk)

geto (jjk)

zuko (atla)

hisoka (hxh)

inuyasha (yh)

damien (mp)

𝕖𝕘𝕘𝕤 (k!inks)

ddlg

tentacles / monster-fuck!ng

spanking / paddling

hitting / slapping

biting / marking

bondage

knife play

yandere

𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕜 (prompts)

"happy birthday, princess"

"this is the best gift i could have asked for"

"now close your eyes and blow out the candles"

"are you ready for your surprise?"

"i wanted to be the first one to wish you a happy birthday"

"i'm going to make this the best birthday you've ever had"

"wait 'til you see your real present"

"my wish just came true"

MESSAGE ME TO JOIN THE TAGLIST !! I MUST BE ABLE TO VERIFY YOUR AGE

[seraphhskies]

bad end - jumin han

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Jumin Han x Fem. Reader | Smut

Prompt: Collaring

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: Bad end route (iykyk), 18+, language, dark implications (but presented in a fluffy way)

A/N: This is one of my favorite pieces for this month! I hope you enjoy, hopefully more will come at a later date!

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Soft kisses were being peppered on your skin, your neck laid bare for the man behind you. A collar was in his hands. A deep, dark red that contrasted your skin tone deliciously. The white dress that Jumin had chosen for you fit you perfectly, your partner taking his time and admiring you.

Your hands were already bound, willingly- of course. Your shoes, the same deep red as the ribbons and collar, were linked. Long enough that you could walk and move, but short enough that running wasn’t an option. 

Jumin’s hands were gentle and soft. He moved your hair out of the way, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “You look exquisite, my dear.” He murmured in your ear. You shuddered, heat pooling in your stomach. 

Nothing about this was healthy, a voice in the back of your head was screaming at you to leave, that he shouldn’t be doing this. Yet, as his hand ever so gently traced your skin, that voice disappeared. 

Jumin loved you. You were safe, as long as you were with him.

The collar was beautiful, you had gasped in awe when he brought it out. As he placed it around your neck, making sure that it wasn’t too tight before clasping it, he spoke reassuring words into your ear. 

“Thank you, sir.” Your voice felt small, but you meant every word. 

Jumin smiled slightly, pleased at your response. He hadn’t even had to tell you what to do. 

“How clever.” He practically cooed in your ear, turning you around to face him. His eyes were gentle, but there was a darkness there that you had never noticed before. Had it always been there? 

You smiled, a bit of pride in your chest at his praise. 

“You must remember,” He began, voice firm. “Wear these shoes at all times. You may not go past the kitchen, or the alarms will go off. I will not lose you like…” He trailed off, but you knew exactly who he meant.

Elizabeth the Third. You frowned, heart aching to reassure him that you would never leave. It bothered you deeply that you had never found the poor cat. Although, Zen had some unkind words to say about the cat’s disappearance.

You cupped his face. “I will not go anywhere.” You promised. “I belong with you.”

Jumin smiled, pressing a kiss to your palm. “What a lovely pet you are.” He replied. “These are simply precautions,” He murmured, drawing you close. “I must keep you safe, dear.”

“I know you’ll protect me.” You breathed, utterly entranced by him. His hand came up to stroke your hair, a feeling that had you leaning into his touch. Every time he touched you, you felt as though you would never get enough. 

“Good girl.” He hummed, a dangerously handsome tilt to his grin. 

Your heart felt as though it were beating a mile a minute, threatening to burst out of your chest at any moment. Then, you thought of something that caused you to frown.

Jumin noticed immediately, hands going to your arms in concern. “What’s bothering you, darling?”

“Am I…” You paused, unsure how to phrase the question. “Am I going to have to sleep in the shoes?” 

He stared at you for a moment, before a smile appeared on his face. “Of course not, pet. You’ll just be locked in the room. I will put them back on you in the morning and you will be free to roam.” 

You sighed in relief, nodding. 

“You will sleep with me, in here.” He continued, and you smiled. “Do you have any more questions, my dear?” Jumin asked, his shoulders relaxing. You had never seen him so calm, a sense of pride filling you- knowing that it was your love and reassurance that was the cause.

“No sir.” You shook your head. 

He rewarded you with a chaste kiss, your eyes fluttering open to look at his when he pulled away. 

Jumin was cautious in his ministrations as he prepared the two of you for bed. Every touch lingered, soft and reassuring and warm in your eyes. He washed your hair, though allowed you to scrub the rest of you clean.

The two of you brushed your teeth together, and Jumin had carefully placed your sleep wear on the counter in the bathroom and gave you privacy to change. You frowned, realizing that the collar that he had placed on you was not in the bathroom.

You peeked your head out curiously, finding the man lounging with a book on the bed. He looked up at you, gaze inquiring. 

“My collar?” You frowned, stepping out fully as you asked. You ignored any instincts that said you shouldn’t be asking for a man to put a collar on you- but this wasn’t any man. It was Jumin. Your Jumin.

He hummed, pointing to the nightstand. “I thought you would be most comfortable sleeping without it. I can put it on for you, if you wish.” 

“Please.” You nodded, internally lighting up at the pleased look on his face. 

Jumin retrieved it for you, and you watched attentively. He sat at the edge of the bed, and you reacted without thinking. You climbed onto your knees, sitting up straight in front of him on the floor. 

His eyes widened, clearly not expecting that from you. A shaky exhale left him, but he kept his composure as you looked up at him with doe-like eyes. His cock jumped at the sight, and the growing bulge in his pants was far from unnoticeable.

“What an obedient pet,” He murmured, almost dazed, as he ever so carefully placed the collar around your throat. It wasn’t as though the two of you had never done anything before, of course, and you’d both thoroughly discussed everything beforehand. 

“Thank you, sir.” You said, trying and failing to avert your gaze from his lap. It was hard to ignore the way your mouth watered, but Jumin had other plans for you. He drew you close, pulling you up and to his lips. 

A pleased sigh left your mouth, eyes fluttering closed as he kissed you. His lips were soft, but they moved firmly against your own. 

When his lips parted from yours, you made up your mind to ask. “May I…?” A simple look down had him understanding, his lips twitching slightly in amusement. 

“You may.” He replied, enamored with the way you smiled back at him.

You settled back on your knees, watching as Jumin sat back a little more. He assisted you as you tugged down his sweatpants. Your eyes flickered to his as his cock was freed- seeing the swirl of desire in them. 

Every part of him was gorgeous, you sighed to yourself. 

Your hand wrapped along his length, eliciting a small gasp from him as you began to move. You kept a steady rhythm, going slow as though you were afraid to break the gentle spell that seemed to be placed over the two of you. 

Jumin was surprisingly responsive, and it shocked you every time. His brows furrowed as he watched you, a pleased sound in the back of his throat as you quickened your pace a bit. The both of you seemed slightly mesmerized by the view.

When you were content, you leaned forward. You licked a stripe along his length, relishing in the way he shuddered and moaned for you. The sounds he made shot straight to your core.

He was gazing at you through half-lidded eyes, a hand coming to grip your hair as you gained confidence. You took as much as you could of him into your mouth, looking up and meeting his eyes as you began to bob. 

“Good girl,” He moaned, and it was your turn to whimper. The ache between your legs was hard to ignore, your hand finding its way between your legs to work your clit. Jumin, ever observant, noticed- saying nothing to stop you. 

Your eyes closed, taking his lack of words as permission. 

His eyes were trained on you, the way you moaned and whined even as your mouth was full of his cock. He felt a coil tighten in his stomach, appreciating both the sounds and the view more than he’d ever admit. 

“Such a pretty pet,” He cooed, sounding as though he was struggling to keep the moan out of his voice. He sounded so pretty, so affected by you.

Your tongue was swirling around his length and you kept a consistent rhythm. You were embarrassingly wet, practically soaked for him. You could feel your own orgasm approaching, and the way Jumin’s cock was twitching meant he was about as close as you were. 

You looked up at him once more, eyes watering as you went down as far as you could. A choked moan left him, Jumin’s head tilting back in ecstasy. 

“Your mouth is divine,” He groaned, hand tightening ever so slightly in your hair.

You hummed in response, and his hips bucked at the vibration. Your hand was frantic, hips chasing your high. “Ah-” Jumin whimpered. “So close, darling. Just a little more for me.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine.

You obliged, of course, sucking hard and taking as much of him in as you could. A surprised hiss left Jumin’s mouth, catching him off guard. With a broken moan and no time to warn you, his release shot into your mouth. 

You fought a gag, eyebrows knitting together as you focused on breathing through your nose.

His chest heaved, panting as he rode out his high. You were so close, barely remembering to pull off of him when he began to wince from oversensitivity. 

A whine broke from your throat, catching his attention and reminding him that you hadn’t cum yet. “You can cum, pretty girl.” Jumin said, eyes fond and full of pride as you waited for his permission. 

His words sent you over the edge. Your legs trembled as relief coursed through your body, murmuring ‘thank you’s’ as you came. You were practically seeing stars, and Jumin was quick to guide you to the bed as soon as you relaxed.

Pulling his pants up, he stood to go grab you both a towel and gently cleaned you both. His touch was cool against your skin, though he really was  just as hot as you. He murmured reassurances and loving phrases to you until your eyelids began to flutter, and he turned off the light.

“Sleep well, my darling.” He hummed, pressing gentle kisses to your head and cradling you against his chest.

[hoseokspudding]

  ˖ ৎ୭ ॱ ₊ . * Starburst

𓂂 ࿐ ۫ ִ ⸼ Synopsis: You, as the girlfriend of Korea's top actor, began to suspect him of cheating when you discovered a text from a mysterious woman and that he's coming home late and not paying attention to you.

Characters: Zen from Mystic Messenger

Parrings: Zen x Jealous blackfem reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort Nsfw

Word count: 2k

Warnings: Afab reader, unprotected sex, cussing, angst, nipple play, cream pie, pet names, make up sex, soft, tummy bulge, gentle, jealousy, suspecting of cheating, mentions of slight racism

｡ﾟ♡ ˖ ࣪ ୧ ｡: Author's notes:

WOAH DEE ACTUALLY WROTE SOMETHING?! IS HELL FREEZING OVER?!

Eek! Hello everyone this is my first fic here on Tumblr and my first NSFW fic I ever wrote ʕ⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴥ⁠ꈍ⁠ʔ. I hope that I did a great job and met everyone's expectations. I really want to thank @dejwrites for inspiring me to come back to writing and giving me tips as well. I want to thank @hachikosworld for giving me advice as well.

It been a long time coming but I just want to thank all my moots and new friends for being so patient with me. This community is so friendly and I'm excited to continue writing and creating new friends along the way. Anyways I hope you guys enjoyed it. I really tried my best and I hope it shows (⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡

Also feel free to message me and inbox me. I really want to make friends and share headcanons and all my silly ideas with everyone in the community.

NO MINORS ALLOWED

"You know what? I'm done!"

You stormed out of your and your boyfriend's apartment after arguing with him about how he is always late from work and barely spends time with you. Not to mention that you discovered a suspicious text from a woman on his phone while sitting on the couch earlier that day, leading you to suspect him of cheating.

It wasn't always like this at first. When you two first met it was the summer of your first semester, studying abroad in Korea where you met the now infamous Zen. You bumped into him while grabbing some coffee from the local convenience store and while holding the cup in your hand, you accidentally bumped your coffee against the male spilling it all over the long haired male. Things began to blossom for the both of you and as a compromise he asked you for your phone number, and then eventually a date.

Hyun was a very unknown actor when you two first started dating, and you stood by him, supporting him anytime he had any qualms about making it into the business or, more specifically, about getting any roles. Fortunately, things would turn around when he finally earned a leading role in a drama. You were really delighted and encouraging of him. However, because of his breakthrough performance, he became overloaded with work and kept busy, which meant that you and him were able to spend less and less time together.

It was difficult to see Hyun surrounded by beautiful women all day, every day. You went insane at the thought of them touching or even talking to him; you craved his touch to be yours alone. People knew Hyun as Zen, his stage name, and as prince charming, but the public would never know about the Zen you knew; the one who would die for you, the same one who would have you pinned up against the door, kissing you all over.

Zen's heart broke into a million pieces; he couldn't believe the girl he adored would suspect him of cheating on her. He was aware that the acting life could be demanding, with him required to make television appearances, award shows, and weekly appearances on an idol show. "(Y/n) dear," he said, looking down at you with his crimson red eyes, "I know I've been extremely busy with life, but I genuinely care about you dear. I know the press can be very intrusive, and it's difficult to keep us a secret–" you snapped again, "that's the thing, Hyun!" You addressed him by his given name rather than his stage name. "I'm sick of it."

"I'm sick of hiding, and it doesn't even feel like we're dating. We can't go out without you wearing some shitty outfit to disguise yourself or coming home late and immediately going to bed because you've been so busy. I'd like to know how my boyfriend is doing whenever he comes home." You were visibly upset with Zen to the point where tears started streaming down your cheeks. You were tired of his empty promises that he would make it up to you whenever he was too busy with work. Even though Zen would lavish you with designer purses, flowers, and even fund your shopping sprees, you still wanted your boyfriend to be there, right?

Your heart ached for him, especially at night when you wanted to cuddle and be held by him all night.

You were tired of not seeing him in the morning while he'd disappear all day without texting you for days. You yearned for the time before he became famous and it was just the two of you; yes, you were poorer back then, but you made it work.

Zen felt terrible for the way he had been treating his partner and for letting you go through this. He believed that by hiding your relationship from the public, he was shielding you from any negative attention he would face for dating in the godforsaken industry. Out of all the professions he could've went into he had to be an actor? He was also aware that he would face prejudice for dating a black woman, and he didn't want you to encounter any racism from his supporters, neighbors, or online users.

Zen was doing his best to decipher the situation as you were outside your shared home and he didn't want to draw unnecessary attention to himself, but he was concerned about you and your feelings.

He began to speak with his smooth, buttery voice. "You may not want to hear this, but I apologize. I didn't think about your feelings at all. You must have been lonely all day while I was at work. I know it's a lame excuse, but I'm genuinely tired when I get home from the set," he began.

You stood there in silence, listening to his explanation for why he was always canceling your plans and spending less time with you. You faced him with your hands on your hips. You also hoped he explained about that girl.

"This new project has been mentally and physically draining, but that doesn't give me the right to abandon you like that. You know how much I adore and care for you, and I would hate for this to tear us apart." He looked at you sympathetically and slowly approached you, grabbing your hands. He stared at your eyes, making sure you knew how sincere he was.

"The girl in my phone is actually a screenwriter trying to pitch a show to Netflix and asked if I wanted to be a part of the plot. I met her on the show I'm known for." You blushed in embarrassment, feeling childish for jumping to conclusions and not trusting your boyfriend.

You puffed up your cheeks, refusing to admit you were mistaken. Zen simply smiled reassuringly. "I don't blame you, princess; I'm surrounded by women all day, and it must be exhausting to think about it. I would have been jealous if you were constantly surrounded by men. I don't give a rat's ass about them because you're the only girl I have my heart set on. To me, you're the most beautiful girl in the entire fucking world. Princess, I love seeing you smile."

"It's simply that I want the rest of the world to know that I exist and that you are mine. I despise seeing you on television with these bitches when it should be me and you "You began to cry out of frustration, but you felt relieved knowing that he listened to you and understood how hurt you were.

Zen slowly embraced you in a hug, allowing you to cry out for him. In all honesty, he didn't know what to say. He wanted the world to know you existed as well and that you guys will be able to spend time with him in public free to do whatever you wanted, but he was well aware of the risks involved. However, he needs to think of something quick before he loses you.

"Please smile for me princess, I really enjoy seeing you smile," he said as he wiped your tears from your now puffy cheeks with his thumbs. "I'll figure it out, okay?"

"Please allow me to make it up to you." He took your hand in his and began walking back inside the house. You were well aware of what that meant for the two of you. You couldn't help but be moved by what Hyun said; he wasn't the type to make empty promises, so when he said he'd figure it out, he meant it. Not to mention how much you missed him and craved his attention and love.

He picked you up and carried you to your guy's bedroom, where the two of you would occasionally make love when Zen wasn't too busy. You held him tightly and let out another smile. He carefully placed you on the bed, taking care not to injure you. He then sat next to you, admiring your beauty.

"Everything will be fine," Zen assures you as he kisses your neck and holds your soft, moisturized, delicate hands. He worked his way around your neck, sucking and pulling at the napes of your brown skin.

He began to roam your body with his free hand, groping your breasts through the shirt you were wearing, feeling your bra holding your breast for dear life. He was so passionate with the way he touched you that you moaned softly. You'd think that with his stature, he'd be harsh, but instead he touches you with loving and passionate hands. He yanked on your shirt and started removing it, then slowly removed your bra, exposing your breast, which perked nicely for him. He started sucking on your tits.

He began by swirling his tongue against the buds of your nipples, then sucking and gently messaging the other breast with his free hand. You moaned again, his veiny and massive hands feeling amazing as he continued to fondle your breast.

After leaving hickeys on your massive tits, he made his way to your neck. He made his way to your lips, leaving a trail of love marks on your neck. As he hungrily kissed you, he couldn't deny how much he missed those plumped lips of yours and how those plumped lips of yours would be stained with gloss that would later end up at the base of his cock.

Zen couldn't help but become greedy; it was as if Zen hadn't drunk water in years and had finally gotten a chance to. He took a step back to examine you, which you were already a mess due to the constant attack on your neck. Your core couldn't help but become saturated with your juices, which oozed like honey from your cunt.

"Awe, I've been far away from my bunny for too long that she hasn't been taking care of," he smirked, before slowly removing his clothes as well. It was impossible not to notice the tint rising from his pants. Zen gently slapped your hand as you reached out to him "No, it's my turn to please you. You waited far too long" He then removed his boxers, revealing his cock, which was surrounded by a bush of white hair. He then untied his ponytail and let his long white hair fall down.

Zen slowly removed your short skirt, and seeing the dampness forming on your panties turned him on even more. He started rubbing the fabric of your panties, causing you to throw your head back and moan. He smiled and kept pressing his digits against you, enjoying how your panties got wetter and wetter with each press. He then pushed your lacy white panties to the side and slid a finger inside you, preparing you for his member. "How long has it been since I've last played in your pussy, eh? It's so lovely and juicy, and it's only for me."

You couldn't help but curl your toes and moan as he reached places you'd never be able to reach with your hands. Zen craved more of your moans because they were so addicting. "Please H-Hyun...I want more," you begged him. "Whatever my princess wants, she gets." Oh, how you missed Hyun, not Zen, the guy you fell in love with, the guy who was so in love with you that he was pussy whipped by everything you did.

He grew tired of using his fingers after a while. Zen got on his knees, gripped your thighs, and began licking your wet region, making slurping sounds as he hungrily sucked your clit as he craved to taste your juices and hear your voice desperately call out to him. You whimpered and whined for him as his tongue maneuvered every inch of you, exploring every crease. You couldn't stop yourself from grabbing his long silky white hair and calling out for him. "Z-zenny soo good," your voice would trail off as you moaned his name. You threw your head back and moaned once more.

Fuck. He was in desperate need of you. He craved you more than his cigarettes, and he desperately wanted to be inside of you, reclaiming you, reminding you that he still loves and cares for you. He wanted you to scream his name into the sky and let everyone know that you belong to him, even if he's busy with work.

He stepped away from you and licked his lips; he began catching his breath, allowing you to do the same. After a few seconds, he began to position himself near you, bending down to kiss your neck as he slowly began to slide himself into you. You began to grunt, remembering how good his cock felt inside of you. You yelped and bucked your hips slightly, feeling the pleasure return to you.

He gave you a moment to adjust yourself, knowing you hadn't done anything in a long time. "I'm ready now," you said, giving him permission to begin. Hyun then began to pump inside of you, drilling the inside of you with each pump. He drew you in closer and continued to plow your insides, his hips digging into yours. You immediately grabbed his arms and cried out to him, desperate. God, you missed it, the way he would passionately fuck your brains out.

Your brows knitted up as he began to burry his cock inside of you. With each stroke he made, the sheets of the mattress began to bundle up as you held on for dear life. Giving you deep and slow strokes at first so you could feel how much he loves you. Hyun quickly abandoned that, however, as he became desperate for you.

Hearing you moan and groan his name was so addicting. Your body wasn't helping him either, as your pussy started making gushy sounds due to how wet it was. He was feeling so good that he couldn't help but make elegant sounds himself. As he continued to probe your insides, his face turned bright red.

He knelt down and kissed your lips, sucking the bottom of your lips and letting out a couple of moans that sent vibrations against you.

You started touching his nice chiseled body all over, running your soft hands all around his chest, feeling each peck. You had always admired his gym physique. He was always going to the gym in his spare time and when he wasn't spending time with you. You smiled through the entire kiss, enjoying how he still kisses you so beautifully as he drilled into your wet sticky core.

He pushed your legs against your head without warning. You looked at him, completely dazed by the fact that he was now fucking you deeper than before, reaching into places and repeatedly hitting your g-spot. You yelped as a rush of pleasure washed over you. You dug your manicured nails into his skin, "Hyun! P-please," you said as his pumps increased in speed.

His cock was so deep inside you that you could see it poking around in your stomach. His manhood was constantly striking your cervix, intensifying your pleas for him.

Zen grinned as he looked down at you, seeing how messed up you were beneath him. "Did my baby miss getting fucked like this?" he asked. You blushed and shook your head yes.

More and more pleasant sounds escaped your pretty lips as Zen continued to pump his girth into you. As you approached your climax, your stomach began to twist and turn into knots. "F-fuck" was all you could say at this point. "I'm going to c-cum," you moaned. Zen's voice twitched as he neared his climax. He grunted and moaned a few times. "I-I'm close behind you," his breath became shaky as he desperately wanted to fill your void with his cum.

You let out a yell as you came, and Zen, after a few pumps, had also reached his climax as well. He drew away from you and began catching his breath; he was drenched in sweat that trickled down his body. You were soaked in sweat, and your make-up was practically ruined by dried tears on your cheeks and smeared mascara.

"Want another round, eh?" He stated this while looking down at you. Zen pushed his hair back away from his face, allowing you to really take in his beauty. You couldn't help but fall in love with him all over again. You laughed softly and drew yourself onto him, anticipating what the night would bring the two of you.

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[gxnic]

past, present, future

—saeyoung choi x reader

fandom: mystic messenger

cw: none! gn reader, fluff :)

masterlist

Saeyoung grew from a lonely child into a lonely man. He’s smart enough to acknowledge how his childhood forced him to mature faster, forced him to become the kind of person that withholds information from people. The kind of person that keeps secrets. A lying, scheming, self loathing con artist. He’s not, however, strong enough to pull himself out of the nightmarish isolation he feels deep within his soul.

At least, that’s what he used to tell himself. As much as he values the RFA and the rest of its members, Saeyoung felt as though he was living his life on autopilot until you came along. He can still remember how exhilarating it felt when you first joined the chat room, how his heart skipped a beat the first time you matched his energy, how his face was painted with a deep crimson blush hidden behind his phone screen every time you teased him by calling him a cute nickname such as “lovely seven, sweetie” and so on. He often reminisces on how he used to call you up just to hear your voice before you officially met in person, and the first time you called him just to hear his voice is still as clear as day in his mind.

It took quite some time for Saeyoung to accept that he wanted to let you into his heart. He was extremely closed off and emotionally unavailable, but despite his anxieties he knew with his head and heart that you were somebody he could rely on. He saw the love you wanted to give to him, and he had plenty to give in return. He decided that, no matter how it ends up, you’re worth every risk.

Now he sits observing you with a smile as you sleep in his bed curled up into him. He thinks to himself that, for the first time in his entire life, he’s looking forward to the future. He knows he can take anything on and it’ll be okay, as long as you’re there by his side.

[fishsticksloser]

Starboy

707 x gn!reader

Warnings: scared of heights, kisses, fluff at the end, you punch Seven

A/N: Saeyoung is so.... 🥰 Doing most, if not all, of my Valentine's Day special early because I'll be gone and busy around that time with another doctors appointment. aein -> Korean for sweetheart

"Where's the smile? They're going to think I'm holding you hostage, honey~." Saeyoung giggles, gently nudging you.

"This wasn't what I had in mind when you said you wanted to go out for Valentine's Day." You gasped, fingers gripping the rail so hard your knuckles turned white. "This is the worst date I've ever been on."

"The worst?" Saeyoung cries. He sniffs, you can tell it's fake though.

"The. Worst." You spit through your teeth. "You know I'm scared of heights."

"You're scared of heights!?" He asks. "W- I didn't know this! You never mentioned it to me!"

"I'm pretty sure I have..." You close your eyes as your bucket on the ferris wheel starts to descend.

Once you were safely back on the ground, you punched his shoulder. He yelped and rubbed his arm.

•┈••✦ ♡ ✦••┈•

"This is better, aein." Saeyoung kissed the top on your head.

To make up from his lapse in judgement, he got your favorite take out and you watched your favorite movies. Now you laid on the couch, curled against Saeyoung's chest. You roll over, wanting to face him.

"You're so pretty." He smiled, kissing your nose. He tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

"No need to keep sucking up," you laugh. "You've already made it up to me."

"I'm not sucking up, man." Saeyoung's eyebrows furrowed. "I'm just complimenting my amazing, sweet partner."

You hummed back, not entirely believing him. He rolled his eyes a little before kissing your lips softly.

Saeyoung was a gifted jokester, but with you, he tried to be more serious when in moments like this... No matter how how hard it was to keep certain jokes back.

Though... When you kissed him back, those jokes drifted off into space. When your fingers ran through his hair, his mind only filled with thoughts of you.

And just like that... He was on the international space station.

[ynverse]

day one - 16:50

OHSHC x gn! reader

ouran messenger

masterlist - prev | next

fun facts !

↳ y/n is convinced kyoya is maidenless and covering it up by only focusing on the clubs internal affairs (who gonna tell them that kyoya is <33)

↳ kyoya legit sent the photos of the other hosts to y/n with zero context. no message was attatched, it was just their photos

↳ haruhi is so tired of buying coffee for them because people look at her like she’s insane (the club makes her buy like 20+ at a time so the workers think she has a chronic coffee addiction)

a/n: first time where not everyone is in the chat !! and a vv diff length than the others. it’s feeling more mysmes <3

taglist [open]: @saeransblush @sungieflwr @nervouspsychologynerd @gekkow @r4yyyyy @bandshirts-andbooks @rosaryia

[softxsuki]

Hiya! Can I plz request a letter for your Valentine's Day event? 👉👈 I would really love one from 707, established relationship of at least a few years. And reader has had to make hard decisions about removing hurtful ppl from their life. Even when they were once family. The letter would be sent to provide comfort in a physical form and maybe to praise reader a bit for doing the hard work towards recovering. Maybe there is a gift with it, a keepsake. Comfort for the hardship of the past times, and promises of their life together, a home of love and laughter and safety. The 606 is fine for a nickname still (think that is what is was in the game, I am hoping to replay soon), other options maybe babe, or something sorta corny? Like the over-the-top-calling-you-this-cuz-i-love-you-and-we-tease-each-other sorta corny? And he left the letter somewhere reader would find it, but is not present while it is being read. Oh, umm, modern day setting works fine. I think/hope I got it all. P much I am hoping for something comforting I can save and keep w me. And thank you for doing this event!!! 🙏

707's Comforting Letter To His Lover

Valentine's Day Letter Event Pt.2 Masterlist (CLOSED)

Pairing: 707 x Gn!reader

Warnings: mentions of losing people in your life (who hurt you)

Genre: hurt comfort, fluff

Post-Type: Letter

Word Count: 530

Summary: In which Saeyoung leaves a letter for you in the morning to help comfort you through your situation of kicking people who hurt you out of your life.

[A/N: Happy Valentine's Day! I hope this provides you with some comfort and is enjoyable to read. I really have to replay mysme as well as play v and saeran's routes for the first time. It's been so long since I last played, but it's just such a commitment to make it for every chat room. Anyway, hope you enjoy <3]

You stared at the envelope on your nightside table along with the small necklace beside it. You smile to yourself, knowing it was probably something Saeyoung built himself.

The spot beside you in bed was empty when you awoke, only the envelope and whatever it was your boyfriend had made you remained. He was probably out on a mission or something–or perhaps just getting some food, who knows. 

You smile, picking his new invention up and opening it. It resembled a locket, but more modern. Inside was a picture of the two of you together. His arms wrapped around you as you kissed his cheek. Feeling all warm inside, you pick up the envelope, open it and read its contents;

My Dear 606,

Happy Valentine’s Day Agent! Another Valentine’s Day together to add to the list, I love it. I hope you like the locket I made. You can store any pictures from your phone on it and change them around whenever you want. I’ll show you how it works once I get back home. I had a quick secret mission to do this morning, I should be back soon. 

On a more serious note though, I know things haven’t been that great for you recently. You’ve had to say goodbye to a lot of people in your life that you cared about. Trust me, I know how that feels, but it was for the better. 

I don’t want to tell you to just get over it, because I know that’s not possible, but just know that I’m here for you okay? You’re my special partner in crime. My agent 606! Nothing can defeat an agent, never forget that.

But you’re so strong, Y/N…you manage to put on a brave face and fight through each day even though the pain of it all may be eating away at you inside. I’m so proud of you. 

There was nothing I could do about the people from your past, but I promise to always look after you from now on. This is our life and we’ll make it exactly as we want. I’ll make sure our lives are full of happiness, laughter, and protection–always. 

I hope you slept well <3 I should be back soon. Wait for me so we can eat breakfast together. I love you.

Your Agent,

707

Your chest felt light after reading his words. Simple, yet effective at making you feel so much better. You couldn’t wait to hug him upon returning. Perhaps you could even get a head start and make breakfast as his little Valentine’s Day surprise.

So you get to work; throwing the locket around your neck and putting his letter in a safe space, you make your way to the kitchen where you begin planning a romantic breakfast for the two of you. 

Hurry back agent 707, breakfast will get cold. You text him.

Around the corner agent 606. Keep my spot warm! <3 He responds.

He sure knew how to get you smiling. Putting your phone away, you continue to cook, pouring every ounce of love for your boyfriend into the food.

What a great start to a day dedicated to love.

REGULAR REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D

EVENT REQUESTS ARE CLOSED

Posted: 2/14/2023

[introverted-scribblings]

Cosplay || (Yoosung x Reader)

This was initially self-indulgent but I loved it so much that I'm sharing it here. I hope you all like it! This (can be) connected to my "seamstress MC" headcanons.

Notes: Fem!MC (w/ implied brown hair) and a love for the Legend of Zelda series. (wc: 1558)

“I totally don’t believe you,” one of his guildmates laughed through through the game’s voice chat. Yoosung couldn’t help the frown on his face and roll of his eyes.

Some of his online friends, the ones he met through LOLOL, refused to believe that he had a girlfriend now. However, in their defense, sometimes Yoosung himself found it hard to believe that MC was dating him. Of course, MC would flick his forehead and kiss his nose every time he told her this. “Hush, Yoosungie! I’m proud to be your girlfriend, okay? I love you so much!” She would pout.

This particular time, however, the disbelief was strengthened by Yoosung’s comment that MC wanted to cosplay with him. Apparently, the fact that MC shared common nerdy interests with him was “proof” that his girlfriend was fictional. “You’re just jealous,” he scoffed into his mic.

“Yeah, sure,” his friend laughed. “I’m jealous that you have such a wild imagination.”

Yoosung’s brow furrowed in frustration.

“Hey, someone is starting a raid!” Another teammate called out and the subject quickly changed.

It was a while later when Yoosung finally logged off, hanging his headphones on the little stand that MC had gifted him. “To keep them nice and the cord untangled!” she had told him.

Standing and stretching, Yoosung found himself walking to the little kitchen in his apartment where he found his wonderful girlfriend heating water for tea. “Yoosung,” she smiled when she saw the blonde enter. “Are you done for now? Would you like some tea too?”

“Sure! And yeah, I’m done for today I think. One of my guildmates was being annoying,” he sighed, causing MC to giggle.

“Do they still think I’m made up?” She laughed. Yoosung only pouted. He had complained about this to her before, and while she found it a little funny it was clear that he was feeling particularly upset about it this time. “Hey…” Her voice softened as she set another cup on the counter for him. “It’s okay, Yoosungie. I promise I’m very real and really in love with you~”

Yoosung could feel his cheeks burn. He couldn’t help it whenever MC said those things. “I know,” he sighed, watching her pour the boiling water into their two mugs. “It just bothered me this time because I told them you wanted to cosplay with me…” he trailed off but MC motioned for him to continue. “They said I was making it up because there’s no way I could get a girlfriend who has interests like that.”

MC scoffed. “Well that’s pretty rude,” she tutted. “They’re just jealous, Yoosung. Next time, I’ll get on the mic and chew them out!”

Yoosung laughed at the adorable pout his girlfriend wore. “It’s okay, MC. You’re right, I shouldn’t let them bother me. Their opinion doesn’t matter.”

MC smiled. “Exactly! By the way…” she pulled her phone from her pocket and opened it up. “I’ve decided who we should cosplay!” Turning the device, MC showed him a picture of the two characters she chose.

Yoosung recognized them of course. It was the green-clad hero, Link, and princess of Hyrule, Zelda. Though he didn’t play the games himself, he was aware that MC did and was a big fan of them. He’s listened to her talk about the games for hours, going into their lore and real life history. She was always so excited when she spoke about them, and he lived for the passionate sparkle in her eyes as she did.

“I thought Zelda had blonde hair…” he questioned. Not that he minded the choice, of course, he would happily be the hero to his princess.

“She does normally, but in the game Twilight Princess she’s a brunette,” MC explained with a grin. “Please, Yoosungie? You would make such a handsome Link and I’ve wanted to cosplay Zelda for so long! Please~?”

Yoosung’s blush came back tenfold at MC’s words. Would he make a handsome Link? He wasn’t sure but MC certainly thought so. Still, he’d already made his decision when she asked the first time if he would cosplay with her. “Of course, MC! I already said I’d dress as anything with you,” he chuckled, trying to ignore his burning cheeks.

“I know, but I want you to have fun too,” she said, tucking away her phone.

“I know I will,” Yoosung smiled. “I’m happy to be your hero, MC.” He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead and she giggled.

“Thank you, honey~” MC turned back to their mugs of tea. “Go sit down and I’ll bring you your cup, then I’ll give you a crash course on cosplay.”

*~*~*~*

MC spent the next two months working on their costumes. Ordering pieces, buying cuts of fabric, stitching and restitching hems. The late nights Yoosung spent gaming, MC spent at her sewing machine. There were fittings and pinnings and measurements taken.

Yoosung couldn’t possibly be more impressed that MC was able to craft two intricate and detailed costumes in the short span of two months. Though he really shouldn’t be surprised, she managed to plan a big and successful party in only eleven days. She was a determined worker for sure and a true inspiration to him.

And when the costumes were finally ready, she asked him if he’d be willing to do a photoshoot with her. “My friend is studying photography and agreed to take pictures of us if she’s allowed to use some for her project,” she explained. “And I would love to get some nice pictures of us together!”

How could Yoosung possibly say no? He couldn’t. And he wouldn’t, certainly not after all her hard work. She was even loaning him her replica Master Sword for the photos! There’s no way he would turn this down. Not in a million years.

The day of the shoot came. MC’s friend was picking them up and taking them to a location they had scouted beforehand. As Yoosung got dressed in the handmade tunic, he felt a flurry of nerves in his chest. He hoped he would look good in the cosplay that MC had spent literal months on. With a deep breath, he looked in the mirror.

He never noticed it before, but with the pointed ears and colored prescription contacts that MC had gotten him, he really looked the spitting image of the hero of Hyrule. Twisting and turning, Yoosung tried to get a good look at himself from various angles. MC truly was a master when it came to sewing.

“Knock knock~” MC called from behind his bedroom door. “Can I come in?”

“Oh- Yeah! You can!” he called back.

Yoosung could feel the breath leave his lungs when he saw her.

If his tunic was well made, MC’s dress was absolutely perfect. “Wow…” he whispered. The crown on her brow shone like real gold, the delicate embroidery that ran along her dress gave her a subtle elegance as she moved towards him. Her hands, covered in long white gloves, held the sheathed replica sword. “I was right,” she smiled. “You do make a very handsome Link.”

Yoosung blushed and looked away, her beauty and compliments too much for him to handle. “Th-thank you… You’re a very beautiful Princess Zelda…” He wanted to say so much more. That she was the most stunning person in the world. That her beauty was there in and out of cosplay. That seeing her like this was enough to make his knees weak and his heart race.

MC smiled. “Thank you,” she giggled. “Here, it’s dangerous to go alone…” she placed the sword in his hands. “...take this!”

Yoosung laughed along with her at the spoken line before her phone chimed from her bag on his floor. “Oh!” she grinned. “That must be our ride! Let’s go take some pictures, Yoosungie~” Picking up her bag, she took his free hand and tugged him out of the room.

*~*~*~*

It was a few days later when MC’s friend sent her the polished up photos. Yoosung was in awe of how nice they looked. It truly looked as if they stepped out of the game itself and into the real world.

Among the poses they had done, there were a few candid shots that were taken that day. Including one of their gentle embrace after MC had fixed his hat, their eyes were closed and their foreheads rested against each other. They were smiling. Yoosung remembered that moment well, all the love he had in his heart for MC as she introduced him to something so fun. Something she was so passionate about that she wanted to share with him.

It was clear that MC remembered it too as that picture ended up as her phone wallpaper after she had sent it to the RFA chat. Everyone was impressed, even Jumin said something nice… well, as nice as Jumin could be.

Yoosung was very happy. Happy that he could do something so fun with his girlfriend. Happy that the pictures looked so nice. Happy that their friends liked the pictures. Happy that MC had fun. And of course…Happy to make his guildmates eat crow when he sent some of their pictures. Including a cute—maybe a little smug—picture of MC showing off her wallpaper of the two of them. His girlfriend was very real and very cool.

[lexsssu]

Hair Pulling (Zen | Hyun Ryu)

TAGS: Zen/F!reader, hair pulling, smut, drabble Ao3 ver.

Zen never really thought of himself as a sadist but…

“Z-Zen…! You’re going so fast and...deep!” You cry out as your hands grab fistfuls of his luxurious silver locks while your legs locked around his waist as he rutted into you.

The Beast was out and it wanted to play with its pretty little mate.

“That’s it, baby. Just hold on to me…~” 

He prized his hair and the rest of his looks, because they played a big part in fulfilling his dreams and yet...he didn't mind how unkempt it was getting because your hands were looking for anything to clamp onto.

The actor prided himself in always staying in tip-top shape, so it was no wonder his stamina never faltered as he sought to fill you up to the brim with his cum, his name like a prayer upon your lips as you screamed it to the heavens.

You knew Zen would be a monster in bed, but it never ceased to amaze you just how relentless he could be. Your legs and thighs already feel sore from the numerous couplings you’ve done so far for this night, but you can never deny your darling especially when his cock stood up so hard from the thought of fucking into you. 

That is why you are left clutching onto his thick mane while his own large hands gripped your plush waist and played with your plump tits, his red eyes lovingly gazing into yours all throughout the night.

[sundrop-tetsu]

𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧 | c. saeyoung ఌ

☀︎ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: another break, another time he gets to see you. but he’s tired of watching another route go by as he continues to watch you flirt with someone who isn’t him. so this time, instead of watching, he does something about it

☀︎ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 707 x gn!reader

☀︎ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff and angst

☀︎ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: self doubt, angst, zen route spoilers, the reset theory

☀︎ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫´𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: I love the other routes, don’t get me wrong! but saeyoung is my favorite, I even have his sweater ! :D so knowing about the reset theory.. makes me sad knowing someone I genuinely would date if he was real has to watch us love someone else so without further ado, enjoy something I wish was real <33

You yawned as you saved and exited out of a chatroom. Jeez, your sleeping schedule really hates you whenever you decide to play Mystic Messenger. But as always, it’s worth it to you.

2am, wow. That’s the latest you’ve gotten to sleep early when playing the otome game. But once you’re about to exit out of the app, you receive a call from the messenger.

707 is calling you.

..what?

You’ve played Zen’s route a couple of times already and you can’t remember this specific chatroom even having a phone call after it’s done. You blinked before pressing on the accept call, looking down at the English words translated.

“Hey.. you should be sleeping.” A chuckle came from his end.

But instead of hearing Seven’s korean voice.. you heard english.

This really couldn’t be happening. You thought maybe you heard wrong, but then he spoke to you again.

“You’re not replyinggggggggg, come on, space partner. I can hear your breathing, you weirdo.”

You sighed before lifting your phone to look at the options, only to find none available. You titled your head, wondering how you were supposed to reply. Until a box had appeared on the screen.

‘Speak into the phone like an actual phone call! Seven can hear your voice.’

… okay… now this is really weird.

You cleared your throat before lifting your phone to your ear, acting like it was a real life phone call.

“..Seven?” You replied.

“Oh finally, I was wondering when you’d answer. You should be sleeping, dummy.” His voice immediately replied.

A small laugh escaped your lips, causing him to heat up on his end.

Seven knows he’s not supposed to mess with the rules of the game. He knows he shouldn’t have called you and he knows.. he shouldn’t be trying to pursue you either.

But can you honestly blame him?

You were so perfect in his eyes. Someone he desperately wanted. Yet, couldn’t have.

Finally, you had time to play the game again. And he really missed you so seeing that you’ve logged in made him excited.

That is.. until you picked the causal story and pursued Zen.

Why Zen?

I mean, It’s not as if Seven hates him, no it’s the complete opposite. Zen is his family and he’s always thinking about him. But it just didn’t seem fair.

Saeyoung followed the rules.

He gave up his life for his brother, he became an agent to support him and his brother, he gave up a comfortable life in settling down, he gave up the safety he once had—

Why should Seven have to give you up?

“Look who’s talking, you should be sleeping too, Mr. Secret Agent.” You laughed into the phone shortly after.

Mystic Messenger was a game that made you feel safe. Not only did it have adoring characters but it provided a feeling of safety for you, especially when it came to Seven.

“Ahh, you’re threatening a secret agent now, huh. Guess I’ll just have to arrest you.”

“You can’t do that, dummy.” Another laugh.

Yea, you were perfect alright. He smiled into his phone, grateful that for once, he did something selfish and disobeyed the rules of the game and all because Seven wanted to hear his favorite player’s voice, you.

Seven doesn’t know why exactly he’s attracted to a single player. If you asked him, he’d probably come up with some cheesy pick up line or tell you how you matched the brightness in the late night sky that he enjoys so much.

“Pfft- how are you doing, tonight? So, Zen, huh? I’m sensing some explosive chemistry there.”

But he continued to be supportive because that’s part of his programming.. being supportive of Mc’s decisions. After all, if you were going to marry him in the space station, support in each other as partners was necessary..

“I’m good, Seven. Also haha, don’t be weird. You know Jaehee would be upset about it.” You replied causally.

“Don’t let Jaehee stop you,” you could hear him bite into an apple, grateful he was eating something healthy this time, “she’s not the boss of your life.” He shrugged.

“No she doesn’t, but I’d feel like a shitty friend. Whether Jaehee likes him or doesn’t romantic wise, I can’t seem to understand how her as a fan wants to keep Zen single. Isn’t it a bit..”

“Pfft- selfish?”

“I didn’t say that! No!”

“But you were thinking it.” He started laughing again.

The laughter quieted down and you both sat in the comfortable silence, Seven enjoying that he finally got to hear your beautiful voice. It was so sweet, everything he ever imagined it to be. Honey covered words with a tone of utter sugar.

“So. Why are you awake, space partner?” He spoke to you again, wanting to hear your voice once more.

“I just finished a chatroom. I didn’t want to have to wake up early just to finish it again.” You sighed, hating that some chats were at 2am.

You didn’t realize what your words meant. Seven nodded across the phone, understanding that playing the game late was common among players.

“Brutal. Just buy more hourglasses, dummy.”

“Ugh no. Way too overpriced.” You chuckled, acting as if you were talking to a friend.

It seemed as if you had forgotten that Saeyoung Choi was a game character in an otome game you loved.

“Overpriced?,” he laughed, “then trade the hearts you get for hourglasses.”

“See I would, but I want a high number of hearts-”

“You’re stubborn.. it’s cute.” He smiled into the phone.

“Youuu are cuter.” You softly replied, feeling a bit of confidence in your words.

A peaceful silence set over you two again, Saeyoung sighing as he realized he needed to let you sleep.

“Alright I’m gonna leave, you need sleep and I have work to do.” He could hear a pretty yawn that escaped your lips.

“Yea that’s fair. I need to be up early anyway for something tomorrow.” You nodded into the phone.

“Goodnight Saeyoung,” you said his real name without thinking, “sleep well and don’t stay up too late, dummy.” You gave a small chuckle.

He didn’t say anything for a few seconds. You heard typing before hearing his voice once more.

“Goodnight.. y/n. I love you. Call me more often.. space partner. Here’s to hoping you don’t get too frustrated when Echo Girl tries to ruin Zen’s career again in his route.” The call ended with a laugh on his end. You looked at your screen, eyes widening as you finally realized.

You had been on the phone with Saeyoung Choi, a fictional character in mystic messenger about not only the game.. but he called you by your name and not Mc.

You quickly went to the phone calls, checking to see if it actually existed. And sitting there on the screen was a phone call with the hacker himself that you had for a few minutes. His calling card was no longer five hourglasses. Instead, a number was displayed and you could press on it with it immediately calling him.

A single text is what left you even more stunned.

Saeyoung: So much for not falling in love with a player.. I enjoy our time together, y/n. I mean it, space partner, you better call me, I didn’t make my calling card free for nothing. I love you. Enjoy Zen’s route.

[saeyoungs-angel]

⨳​ slip up — mystic messenger

starring. 707 & you

plot. seven's usually an expert at keeping things hidden, so when he slips up, it's hard to backtrack.

genre. fluff, secret relationship

cw. 707's real name is used, cursing, mentions of non-consent (doesn't happen), written in female perspective

notes. new theme! this is from drafts but its been edited and redone a bit, hope u like it:)

likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated! <3

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“—and then if i put this in brackets, it makes a command! cool, right princess?” saeyoung turns to you, golden eyes swimming with excitement. he was so enthralled in breaking down game coding, he completely glanced over your stare of adoration.

“the coolest! i love when you talk like a dork.” you beam up at your boyfriend from beside him, shoulders brushing with every movement. he frowns at your admission, not picking up on the tone your voice carries.

he pouts, jutting out his bottom lip, “are you making fun of me?” his mumble is laced in faux sadness, a laugh escaping you. “no, sorry.—” you calm yourself before continuing on, slipping your hand in his for reassurance.

“—that probably sounds rude, but i mean it sincerely. i have a soft spot for when you talk so happily about the things you like.” your face grows hot as the confession feels awkward coming out, your eyes now trained on your hands playing with his.

theres a pause, then, “okay, you win.” his words are quiet as you glance up to find him facing away from you, ears tinted with a blush of his own.

now you're both a blushing mess sitting on your couch, side by side so that he can share his computer screen with you.

“i never intended to lose.” you tease, poking his chest with a smirk as he gently swats your hand away. you relax, noticing the gap between your faces has been cut down immensely—you can feel his breath just above your lips, his hands now sliding down to grip your waist.

his lips ghost over your own, your heart leaps, you go to connect them until—

creak

you both rush to separate, “who's that?!” saeyoung shouts in a whisper, now on the other side of the couch. your eyes are unbelievably wide, there's no doubt you're both still as red as his hair.

you panic out a reply, “party meeting, i forgot it was today!” you both communicate quietly as to not raise suspicion.

“hello..?” the voice from the hallway peaks around the corner, revealing jaehee in her casual work attire, clipboard in hand with a few random papers.

you struggle to smile her way, glancing at saeyoung to catch him frowning lightly in his seat, attention back to his laptop with an apparent blush still adorning his cheeks.

jaehee hesitates a bit, smoothing out her shirt in attempt to avert her eyes. “sorry, am i interrupting something? i think your doorbell is broken..”

your door slams back open, loud pairs of footsteps following the intrusion. zen pops his head in before springing into the room frantically as yoosung follows, left to shut the door.

with wide eyes and a scheming smile, he points an accusatory finger in the direction of the couch you're both sitting on.

“ah-ha! they were fucking!”

everyone sighs at his familiar antics, jaehee and yoosung taking their seats respectively as zen continues to jump to conclusions in the front of the hallway.

“oh my god, zen. not again.” you groan, flopping back onto the cushion behind you, exasperation weighing on you at almost being caught red-handed.

you sit back up as yoosung gives you a ‘don't mind him’ look, gathering his rough draft of guests he intends to offer up. you turn back to saeyoung, wanting nothing more than to comb your fingers through his unruly vermilion hair or readjust his glasses for him. instead of giving into your desires though, you dare to ask—

“hey, luciel. you're gonna help too, right?”

saeyoung pauses his feverish typing, throwing you a glare at your audacity as you mouth a ‘sorry’ his way with a smile. first you tease him, then friends show up and he can't even kiss you! how inconsiderate, don't you know how flustered he is right now?

jaehee senses the tension flouting about, still shuffling her notes as she glances at saeyoung in a nagging manner. “he never helps,—”

the slam of his laptop startles the group, silence befalling the mild ambience that once had a grip on the living room.

“fine.” the redheads tone is sharp but playful, causing jaehee to grow an expression of shock.

“—i stand corrected..” she mumbles, retracting her previous statement as zen's mind begins wandering angrily.

he snickers, staring saeyoung down as he interrupts the grateful smile you throw to the hacker. “why do you only ever do work when she asks? pervert.” zen crosses his arms as half of the room lets out another agitated groan.

saeyoung laughs spitefully, “that's rich, coming from mister ‘all men are wolves’.—” you try to suppress your laugh, causing zen to deadpan at you both.

“—keep your stereotypes to yourself, since you're the one they apply to, pervert.” saeyoung knows he's won once zen goes quiet, only grumbles of profanities left in the wake.

“boys boys, you're both pretty.” you comment, sarcasm lacing your voice as you dismiss their feud with a hand motion. “don't forget why we're all here right now, let's work.”

a few hours of spouting potential guests and possible themes goes by smoothly, casual conversation flowing in-between suggestions. you've all been hard at work for quite awhile, so you suggest a break, everyone agreeing instantly.

you walk back to where your guests are sat and pass them their respective drinks, some wanting coffee and some wanting water or soda. as you hand your significant other his drink last, he smiles brightly up at you.

“thank you, pr—” his eyes widen, correcting himself in a flustered manner. “—pray for me! sorry, i think i'm sick.” he quickly tries to dismiss his weird behavior to the group.

yoosung frowns, tilting his head with innocence, “why, what's wrong?” his voice is clueless as you and saeyoung sigh in unison, jaehee not paying a bit of attention as she continues to work.

zen on the other hand, is not having it.

“poor, naive yoosung.. he was obviously gonna call her princess, you idiot!” zen's tone is incredulous as he cannot understand how the blond believes such things. yoosung furrows his brows, scolding zen with a deep frown etched on his face.

“zen! stop it, it could be serious.”

zen shoots up from his seat, scowling at the redhead across from him. “i know you're dating, just give it up already!” his patience becoming paper thin as saeyoung only smirks in his direction.

“prove it.”

a sinister smile creeps on zen's features, his sharp red eyes landing on you now sitting on the other side of the couch. “okay, i'm gonna kiss her cheek then.”

your boyfriend stiffens, not anticipating such bold statements from the actor before managing to regain his composure.

he glances from you to zen with a disgusted look, “unconsensually? that's gross, so i'll have to stop you anyways.” his words are casual and calm, but on the inside he's panicking. what if zen surprises you and you don't have time to stop him? he'd hate having to witness that.

zen crosses his arms with confidence, “she never said she didn't want it.”

“she never said otherwise, either..” saeyoung mumbles, lowly enough for zen to miss it.

you raise your hand like a student with a question, your face flushed at the conversation at hand. “i don't—”

you're interrupted by the silver-haired loud mouth, zen beginning to bicker with your boyfriend again. you decide to go back to work, feeling as if zen wouldn't actually do such a thing without asking first.

“—hey!” you're yanked to saeyoung's side of the couch at his shout, looking between them to see zen leaning over your previous spot with a cocky smile and saeyoung looking agitated.

“what was that, seven? you seem pretty protective over her.” your skin crawls at the knowing tone in his voice, causing saeyoung to grasp your arm tighter before he lets go and stands up from his seat to face zen.

the redhead taps on his soda can in loathing for a certain someone, imitating a speech preparation. “i have an announcement!—”

everyone but you waits eagerly, even jaehee has placed her papers on the coffee table to listen. the silence builds until saeyoung places his can down and motions for you to come stand next to him, wrapping his arms around you from the side affectionately.

“—this girl right here? mine.” he clarifies, the situation from before causing jealousy to bubble up inside him just a bit. he should know zen wouldn't go that far, but that doesn't stop him from feeling what he feels.

zen pumps his fist in the air at finding himself to be correct as yoosung's jaw hangs open, jaehee already expecting it as she swiftly picks her papers back up. zen carries a smug smile towards the boy that now holds you directly at his side before plopping back down, you and saeyoung following.

“i knew it, i knew it!” he exclaims, loud enough to earn an elbow to the side from yoosung.

your boyfriend only rolls his eyes, ruffling your hair as you sit comfortably in his lap from the side. “yeah, yeah. so hands off, you nosy motherfucker.”

zen only laughs, finally feeling more at peace with the confirmation he was waiting for. “easy, dude. i knew you'd grab her.”

the actor claps his hands together, rubbing them up and down as if waiting for extra drama. “so i was right, you guys were fucking?”

“go stare at yourself in the mirror some more, douche.”

“gladly.” a smirk sprouts on zen's face, wider than before at the friendly banter he and your boyfriend are sharing.

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