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[neodreamzenie]

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Mafia Member pt. 4

Wc: 0.4k Warnings: Mention of kidnapping Genre: Angst

Y/n P.O.V

I was casually staring at the white ceiling, thinking about the most random things, when the door opened, revealing Taeyong and 7 other men. "So, we have a question." He started. "Well, sure, but who are these people?" I replied. "They're other members. Mark, Renjun, Jeno, Haechan, Jaemin, Chenle and our youngest; Jisung." Two of them looked very familiar to you, you just couldn't sort them...

"So, back to what I was saying, we wanted to know if you'd like to join us." Taeyong said. "Wait. So you're kidnapping me, keeping me on this goddamn chair even tying me to it, just to ask me to join you? Did you think those few hours in this stupid chair brain washed me? I know I said that there's no fucking point in living to me, but I didn't mean it in a way of 'Oh let me join your mafia group and practically kill myself'! Are you crazy?" You said, completely dumb founded by that question.

"So, I'm asking you one more time. Will you join us, or not?" He asked, with a complete blank expression, obviously annoyed by your reaction. "What are my alternative options?" You asked, hoping for him to not say die. "You'd probably spend the rest of your life on this chair. At least until you die from starvation and thirst." Renjun stated your one and only option. "Well do I even have a choice? Count me in then." You said, rolling back your eyes in annoyance of how your life became something you never could've imagined it to be.

As soon as Jeno finished releasing you from these ropes, they took you to Taeyong's office with little difficultiesin the beginning, your legs aching. Arriving at the door, they signaled you to go in, so you knocked on the door waiting for Jaehyun to open the door for you. So you walked into the room and sat down on the chair that was across from Taeyong - on the other side of the table - who then told Jaehyun to leave the room.

He proceeded to ask you about your age, date of birth, nationality and about relations to other mafia groups or the police. "I'm 22, born on april 14, 1998 and I don't have anything to do with the police or any other mafioso. Also, I'm chinese." Taeyong wrote down what you said in his laptop, mumbling something, ycouldn't quite understand. "What did you say?" "Uh, nothing."

He then handed me a staple of papers and told to read, sign and bring them back until tomorrow.

[hirokari]

sorry, but its jaemin angsty hours

tw! death, MCD

“I… want to die.”

“What? Don’t say things like that.”

A corner of his mouth twitches up. Jaemin chuckles tiredly, offering an open palm next to yours. You latch onto it with a desperate grasp, squeezing every minute. Jaemin faces you, his cheek touching the smooth surface of his room.

The floor is cold and frankly, he doesn’t know why you both decided to lie down here.

“But I do.” He watches your face alter to a deep frown, eyes glossed and reflecting light, despite the room being dark.

Jaemin’s shocked when a tear drops to your face. He reaches and cups your cheeks, “Hey, hey, baby, ‘m sorry, okay?” Pulling you closer, he presses his lips to your forehead, stroking both your cheeks with his thumbs. There's a guilty void in his stomach, eating him up when you wet his shirt with tears.

“Don’t- don’t say things like that, god damnit!” His shirt is fisted into your hands and you pull him closer. “I’m sorry. I won’t.”

You face him, unhanding the fabric of his shirt to rub your hands on his tense neck. “Promise me.” Jaemin keeps a stoic face at first, unsure for some reason. This… why does this feel wrong? Why is there something missing?

“Jaem, promise me.”

“I promise.”

Releasing a sigh, you pull him closer and connect your lips. He kisses you back, again, and again, and again. And now, there’s no missing or wrong feeling. He feels warm. Hot, even.

A wildfire grows wild in his stomach and he lets it, kissing you with more passion, as if he’d lose you any second.

Oh.

Eyes flying open, air is knocked out of Jaemin’s throat. He feels cold. Too cold, too empty.

“...Y/N?” He calls out in a whisper. “Wh- Y/N?” He repeats, voice cracking. No answer. “Y/N?” He says your name over and over again.

“Wh- where did you go?” An innocent question. When he sits up, eyeing his undone bed, it hits him.

The accident, the crash, months of waiting for you to wake up. Reality comes back to Jaemin.

Suddenly, he gets sick to his stomach, his heart squeezing severely and he has to claw on his shirt. He rips it off in hopes to stop the sharp pain in his chest, but to no avail. He heaves heavily, body moving with his extreme breathing-- up. Down. Up. Down. Down. Down.

Jaemin shakes on the floor, cheeks flaming hot and head spinning from his erratic breathing, but his whole body is cold. Empty.

Alas, reality had come back to Jaemin, and this time— for the first time— he accepts it.

hirokari, 2021

[midday0dreams]

* jaemin - angst 🤍

masterlist

jaemin.. that douchebag with the face of an angle, he irritated the living shit out of you.. he was childish, rude..and simply annoying.

you understood the charm, hell you fell for it a little in the beginning. he is handsome, tall, mysterious, and had a puzzling sadness in his eyes.. but nope, not anymore, not after all the snark comments, not after all the mocking, not after when he bumped into you on purpose making you drop your precious iced latte that jeno bought you.. that jerk he didn’t even apologize.

girls would swarm around him like little flies..you would roll your eyes whenever one would approach him, which to your annoyance jaemin would call you “ jealous “ ... oh no you weren’t.

see, to any outside observer jaemin’s actions are clear.. your friends saw through them clearly, you tho? did not.

you never received love this way, you never experienced it this way.. you always knew love to be the complete opposite, warm and gentle.. just like jeno.. jaemin did not know this fetal information about you.. 

 jaemin had some difficulties with affection, his brain did not know how to categorize those new feelings .. the only way he allowed himself to express them was through aggression, which was his downfall.. the downfall he felt everyday.. when he saw the disgusted look you gave him, the avoidance, the way you looked at jeno like he was a god for buying you iced coffee.. “why is she swooning at him??? he doesn’t even like coffee.. huh”, the hurt and jealousy he felt fed the aggression even more.. until it flow out of his control.

jaemin came in and walked behind you and snatched the chocolate bar form your hand.. “ tsk tsk sugar is bad for you shorty” 

“ give it back!” ... he only laughed at you and lifted his hand up, over his head “ or what?” he challenged you.. you stared at him for a minute and walked away, giving up.. tired of him and his childish attitude .. “ keep it “ .. he stood there with your snack regret filling him.

tomorrow came, he thought he can make it up to you by buying you coffee.. he walked to your favorite caffe.. his mind making up scenarios of your smiling face when he gives you the coffee he brought you, how you would fall for him and forget about jeno.. for seconds he was happy, until he sees you and jeno setting together inside the coffee shop.. you looked happy, all smiles and eyes for jeno..

it was all his fault, he couldn’t blame anyone else but himself.. he literally drove you into hating him, his naive heart broke.. al hope is gone, he turns and walks away...

[mistymark]

the one with the subway. [masterlist]

in which 12 strangers are must endure what feels like the longest train ride in history on christmas eve

warnings: probably swearing, a lil bit of angst, cliches (and a lot of them)

schedule: to be posted every 4 days from the 4th of December to Christmas Eve, 10pm AEST

playlist: 우리 이젠 어디로 where do we go from here - g.soul {jeno} movie - tom misch {jaemin} slow dancing in the dark - joji {donghyuck} eastside (with halsey and khalid) - benny blanco {renjun} to build a home - the cinematic orchestra, patrick watson {jisung} love feat. zacari - kendrick lamar {chenle}

J E N O in which jeno is just trying to meet his girlfriend for the first time in months, planning to stay with her family for a week in the city but he isn’t even sure if he’s going to make it to day 2, but the help of a stranger makes the journey worth it. {strangers to lovers!au}

J A E M I N in which jaemin is trying to study and the passenger beside him tries their best to help. {strangers to lovers!au}

D O N G H Y U C K in which donghyuck is trying to stop his girlfriend from leaving, but the cynic beside him won’t shut up. {strangers to lovers!au} {little bit of enemies to lovers!au}

R E N J U N  in which renjun has finally convinced his best friend to stay with his family for the holidays and his plan of confessing is suddenly looking really really stupid. {best friends to lovers!au}

J I S U N G in which jisung is trying to head home for the holidays - the only time he could due to his busy schedule - but the stranger beside him has a habit of cuddling into him in her sleep. {strangers to lovers!au}

C H E N L E in which a group trip to the coast is the perfect opportunity for chenle to flirt with his crush, if only he could get a seat beside them. {friends to lovers!au}

[yutasbellybuttonpiercing]

The artist’s muse - H.RJ

Pairing: Huang Renjun x (fem!bodied) reader

Word count: 1494 words

AU/Genre: artist!AU, artist!renjun, muse!reader, smut, fluff, angst (not really)

Warnings: confessing during sex, nude modeling, unprotected sex (don’t ride your bike without your helmet, guys), insecurities, but yeah, it’s pretty vanilla

Summary: Renjun is an artist and you are his muse. Today, you’re at the museum where his works of your nude body are displayed.

Entering the huge hall of the museum after closing hours, you already feel small. All of the great artists that get the chance to display their works here, and you're just someone - a nobody - who admires them.

The steps of the huge stair case lead you up to your destination because you are not here on accident or to just look around, you're here for the sole reason of looking at the pieces of art that display your body. Your nude.

Renjun is an artist and you are his muse. For the past months, every time he's felt creative, he called you over, draping your naked body over a piece of furniture of his liking, making you stay there until he's done.

You are his muse, his model, and he pays you well. If you're being honest to yourself, and if you could afford it, you'd do it for free. But you have bills that need to be paid for...

You enter the hall of Renjun's first exhibition, taking off your coat and draping it over your forearm as you slowly walk towards the first piece. It's one of many sculptures and it displays you, lying on a piano with your chest raised towards the ceiling. It's breathtakingly beautiful, you note as you stroll further, taking in the details of even more of Renjun's sculptures, the way he paid attention to ever single detail, every pore on your naked breasts. Then you finally stop at your favorite piece: a painting.

"Do you like it?" A voice interrupts your staring and the silence of the empty museum hall. It's Renjun, and he's extremely close to your neck immediately, you can feel his breath fanning over your sensitive skin, erupting goosebumps.

"I love it" you whisper before you turn around, meeting the gaze of the one who's seen you naked so many times, but has never gotten intimate with you, much to your dismay.

"Thank you, but this is your work too." He smiles and brushes a strand of hair behind your ear.

"You displayed me so well, Renjun" you sigh dreamily "I wish I could show you how extraordinarily beautiful I find them. All of them."

"You're my muse, this wouldn't be here without you and your beautiful body. Please, be my muse forever, let me paint you, let me give you everything you ever wish for, let me have you."

"Please" you breath out faintly before your lips meet. He's fast to grab onto your hips, pulling you close to him. Your hands roam over his delicate form, holding onto him as if he'd dissolve into thin air once you let him enough room to breathe.

Next thing you know, you're already fumbling with the belt of his dress pants, and you hear him chuckle against your mouth at your eagerness, though Renjun does not seem to be opposed to your implication of wanting to feel him, all of him, as he gently pushes the hem of your short dress upwards until it pools around your waist, revealing your panties to the ministrations of his fingers a second later.

You mewl into his mouth at the feeling of his fingertips ghosting over your clothed core, his smell intoxicating your brain as you completely give yourself to him. Finally, you manage to open his pants, reaching inside them to cup his length through his underwear, you feel a thrill shoot through your veins and straight into your core.

Feeling your wetness seep into your underwear, you're thankful when Renjun angles his fingers around the hem of the panties, pulling them down your legs until they meet the ground to your feet.

"I want to have you like this" Renjun breaks the kiss and you follow his gaze to one of his statues of you, bend over with your ass in the air. Another bolt of arousal strikes through you, thinking back to all the times Renjun's draped you over something, probably imagining stuffing you full of his length every single time you exposed yourself to him.

Not trusting your voice, you nod eagerly and lean over the table in front of you that's not part of the exhibition itself. Within a second, Renjun's behind you, body hovering over yours to let you feel his hardness against your wetness.

"You look so beautiful, I can't believe we've waited so long for this. I wanted you from the first moment I laid my eyes on you. Every second, every moment we were together my body and heart longed for you, and only you. I have never felt a connection like this, it's like you complete me." Renjun tells you quietly against the skin of your neck, making you shiver and whine because you feel exactly the same.

You feel his tip prod at your entrance, spreading around your arousal to mix with his precum before he slowly pushes into you. You're so wet already from the mere thought of him having you like this, right here, surrounded by the works of art that portrait your inevitable connection that you almost seem to celebrate by finally becoming one.

As soon as he bottoms out with a moan that sounds like heaven to your ears, you feel like this is exactly where you belong: in his arms, so close to him that you can feel his heart beating against your skin, pumping just as hard as your own, as he fills you out completely.

The three magic words cling at the tip of your tongue, threatening to finally spill out after all the times you've been together, spending time in the wide, but cozy environment of his home as he gave you all of his attention, seeing something in you that no one else ever had seen, not even yourself, as you showed him your vulnerability, your deepest fears and biggest dreams, all without words, but with the way you presented yourself to him.

These words get stuck in your throat as soon as he begins to move, dragging the whole of his length along your walls that clench around him as much as your heart clings to the feeling he's giving you, as if you'd never want to let him go.

Though, he doesn't go, he doesn't leave you, we would never, and you feel it as he clings to you, to every fibre of your body that seems to be electrified by the emotions surrounding the two of you. And besides the upmost stimulation your heart receives, you can't deny that he's amazingly skilled at what he does, hitting into your sweet spot with a precision as if he was made for you.

You feel so loved, so cared for as he takes you like this, kissing against every bit of exposed skin of your body, whispering praises and sweet nothings into your neck, telling you how good you feel, how he never wants to let go of you. And it's almost too much, positively so, as tears fill in your eyes, threatening to spill over at any second as you feel your high announcing itself.

"I believe it's fate that we met." Renjun states, voice just above a whisper and a little shaky, making it seem like he's just as overwhelmed with emotions as you are as he bottoms out over and over again. "I have to tell you..."

Renjun hesitates, instead of spilling whatever it is that he feels like he has to tell you, he sneaks a hand around your waist and further down until he is able to circle around your bundle of nerves. You feel yourself melting into his touch even more, awaiting your high at any given moment now.

"Please, I want you to cum with me because-" Renjun breathes out, voice sounding wrecked and almost desperate.

"I'm in love with you."

That's all it takes for you to tumble over the edge, walls clamping down around his length that pulses inside of you, releasing his cum deep into you, and allowing the tears in the corners of your eyes to flow out freely alongside with whimpers of his name out of your mouth.

It takes you some time to come down from your high, breathing heavily as Renjun gently wipes at the tears on your cheeks with his thumb in a loving manner. He helps you to stand up as you're a little shaky, helping you adjust your clothing before kissing your still tear-stained cheeks.

"Please don't leave me, Renjun" you finally bring out, heart feeling heavy at the thought of losing him too.

"Why are you saying this, my love?" He looks at you with concern, tugging a strand of hair behind your ear.

"I've been hurt, so many times" you admit.

"I know" Renjun says, pulling you closer to wrap his arms around you, placing your head in the crook of his neck as he strokes over your hair.

"I will never leave you. You are my muse."

© 2022 YUTASBELLYBUTTONPIERCING all rights reserved — please DO NOT translate, take, nor repost any of my works.

[kpopmultifan127]

Characters: Jeno x female reader

Genre: Smut, Angst and a little bit of fluff

Contains: drinking, being drunk, mentioning of vomit, angry sex

Word Count: 1,985

General plot: you and Jeno have been broken up for a few months. you gotten drunk and somehow ended up at his house trying to get answers to why he left you without a word. 

*PLEASE HAVE USE PROTECTION, AND DRINK RESPONSIBLY*

[2:30 AM] You were drunk off your mind and didn’t want to go home. You’ve gone drinking with some of your friends because you wanted to blow off some steam. Your boss kept nagging you about every little thing. It was a little over 2:30 AM and you were ready to leave the bar. You said bye to all of your friends and calling a cab. 

Cab driver: where to miss?

You don’t remember when you told the driver the address or why you ended here. But you are standing in front of your ex boyfriend Jeno’s front door. You look down at his keypad and type in a code. Sure enough he never changed the code on his door. It was the day you both confessed you both liked each other. He broke things off with you 5 months ago and he never gave you a real reason. He just stopped calling and avoided you at all cost. As you were standing in his apartment it was dark and the only lights you could see was the dim flickering lights off the tv.

The room was spinning with each step you take. As you grunted from being dizzy holding yourself up against the wall, Jeno jumps up from the couch frightened.

Jeno: WHAT THE FUCK! WHO’S THER--Y/N?! How did you get in here?!

you let out a little scoff...as you stumble with your words.

y/n: isn’t it obvious? you didn’t change your code. it’s the date of the day we told each other we liked each other.

He stood there silent. Your head was spinning more and more as you collapsed on the ground. With Jeno running to you bending down to help you up, you push his arms away.

y/n: don’t touch me.

Jeno: I’m just trying to help you up. Lets take you to the couch.

y/n: I CAN GET THERE MYSELF!

You slowly stood up and took baby steps towards the couch stumbling here and there. You can see in the corner of your eye Jeno was quite close to be there to catch you if you fall again, but you made it to the couch. He went to the kitchen to get you some water. You yanked the water out of his hand and gulped it down

Jeno: y/n! slow down before you throw up!

You didn’t listen to a word he said and continued to gulp everything down. Moments later you felt a swirling happen in your stomach. Putting your hand to your mouth because you felt something coming back up. You jetted towards the bathroom and shoved your head in the toilet and you let everything you drank back out. You were embarrassed that you were puking in your ex boyfriend’s bathroom. 

He is kneeling next to you holding your hair back and rubbing circles on your back to help you relax as you continue to let everything back out.

y/n: I don’t wanna hear it...

Jeno:...I didn’t say anything.

y/n: but you were thinking it.

You then see at the corner of your eye a little smirk on his face as you knew deep down he wanted to say “I told you so” the room was still spinning but after a few mins you finally finished throwing up putting the seat down and sitting on top of the toilet looking at your feet. Jeno then gets up wetting a to clean your face with. You couldn’t comprehend what was going on as he handed you a new toothbrush he had in his drawer. He always had extra when there was nights you slept over his apartment.

He knew you couldn’t move too much as the room was spinning so he help do it for you. After he helped you brush your teeth, he saw how your hair was all in disarray from the sweat and everything else going on. He let out a little giggle as he pulled out a brush.

y/n:...I can’t use that.

Jeno: why not?

Y/n: it’s someone else’s property.

Jeno: no it’s yours...

You stopped for a second and thought to yourself...”he still has my stuff here? I would’ve thought he got rid of it by now.” He’s on the side of you brushing your hair and putting it in a nice ponytail to get it out of your way. He looks at your face as your makeup is smeared from what it looks like from crying and puking together. He goes in his cabinet grabbing some makeup wipes he had and gently starts to wipe away what’s left of your makeup.

Jeno: stay here don’t move.

y/n: jeno...the room is spinning, if I move you’ll have a dent in the wall from my head hitting it.

He got up and left the bathroom to come back a few mins later with a hoodie that belonged to him. You noticed it was your favorite hoodie of his that he knew you loved to sleep in, along a pair of your sleeping shorts you left behind. You thought you lost them but come to find out it was only left at your ex boyfriend’s house.

Y/n: you kept my clothes?

Jeno: yeah...I don’t want to throw away someone else’s property. Do you need help putting it on?

Y/n: no I think....I can---

You stood up really slow but still felt a huge dizzy rush come to your head as you used Jeno to catch yourself from falling...you looked up at him embarrassed again..

Y/n:...can you help me?

He lets out a little giggle as he begins to help you switch out your clothes. He then slowly helps you walk back to the couch. You both sat there quietly. Thinking to yourself, why is he doing this? But he looked so amazing tonight. You kept glancing over to him....when you were drunk you were always so horny. You kept shifting your legs together to try to get comfortable. He knew what you were doing and just kept his eyes on the tv. You couldn’t take it anymore.

You stood up in front of him straddling on his lap. You lean in to kiss his neck as he lets out a little moan, you worked your way to his jaw then to his lips. He breaks away quickly.

Jeno: y/n...don’t do this.

y/n: why not?

Jeno: you’re drunk 

y/n: and so?

Jeno: don’t do stupid stuff.

And he shoves you off of him. Tears start to fall from your eyes.

y/n: why don’t you like me anymore?

Jeno:...what?

y/n: you never told me why you broke up with me....you just left me in the dust without a word.

Jeno: y/n please don’t do this

You began to get angry, as more tears start to fall.

y/n: IS IT BECAUSE HOW I LOOK?

Jeno: no its not y/n please stop.

y/n: NO I NEED AN ANSWER LEE JENO! IS IT BECAUSE I WAS HORRIBLE IN BED?! WHAT IS IT TELL ME! WHAT DID I--

Before you knew it his lips met yours. His soft lips you loved, the kisses became more passionate as he gone deeper into your mouth. You could feel chills going up and down your spine. You let out quiet moans throughout the kissing sending Jeno’s hands down to your core. You break free from the kiss when you felt him stick his hand in your shorts touching you and you moaned because you haven’t been touched by him like that in such a long time.

Jeno: damn y/n you’re so wet...

He picks you up and takes you to his room throwing you on the bed. 

Jeno: everything off now!

You begin to strip all the way down exposing everything to him as he watches you squirm for him.

Jeno: wow look at you so needy.

He climbs into bed and without warning inserts his harden member into your core. You releasing a loud moan. 

Y/n:...je..oh my god...jeno

Jeno: I love hearing you moan my name baby.

Jeno leans in giving you kisses on your neck as he continues to push in and out of you. You can feel yourself getting close and he knows this because he can feel you clenching your walls.

Jeno: damn baby you’re so tight, I know you’re close baby but hold on a little longer I’m almost there too.

Y/n:...jeno...I don--I don’t think I can oh my god right there! I’m about to cum jeno..

Jeno: go ahead baby cum for me!

He was close to his high as he began to push faster and it got sloppy. You both hit your orgasms at the same time grinding on each other. He pulls out to clean both of you off. After he cleaned himself and you up, you sat up against the headboard putting your clothes back on. 

Y/n:...sorry I came to your house uninvited. I just told the cab driver your address I don’t know why....

Jeno:...it’s ok.

It was quiet for a little while as you shifted yourself to the edge of the bed. Not making eye contact with him you begin to question him.

Y/n: what happened?

Jeno: what do you mean?

Y/n: you just left me alone without a word of why you broke up with me. Don’t you think I deserved to know?

Jeno:...yeah. but I just can’t tell you.

You felt tears to form in your eyes. You didn’t want him to see you crying again.

Y/n: I better get going...sorry for showing up here. I won’t do this ever again.

Jeno: no don’t leave you’re still drunk.

Y/n: no I’m not anymore. I’m fine now.

You got up and started to walk away and you felt his hand grab your wrist. You shove it off from you and turned sharply back facing him. He sees the tears in your eyes.

Y/n: LET ME GO! I can’t stay here

Jeno: why not?

Y/n:...I don’t want to be in a place where I’m reminded of the time I was here with you telling you I loved you and the next day I never heard from you again. I never stopped loving you Jeno. Even when you left me in the dark, I never stopped loving you...can you believe that?!

More and more tears fell down as you turned around and walked away. As you were walking he can hear your sobbing echo in the empty part of his apartment. You got closer to the door as you took one last huff before turning the door knob. Before you could you felt his arms wrap around you.

Jeno: I was afraid

Y/n: afraid of what

Jeno: I was afraid I was never good enough for you.

He turned you around so you’d face him.

Y/n: what?

Jeno:....that day you told me you loved me, I was scared. 

y/n: i don’t get it

Jeno: I’ve never felt this way with anyone until I met you. My ex’s would tell me they loved me but only said it because I said it. Then when I heard you say you loved me first I got scared. And everyday seeing your stuff around my house made regret everything.

y/n: you know I really meant it when I said I loved you...and I still mean that I love you still. 

It got quiet it for a few mins. y/n felt awkward after awhile and wanted to walk away but she was frozen and couldn’t move.

Jeno:...I do love you y/n...I always have and always will.

Your heart sank at the words he finally said back to you.

Y/n: I love you Lee Jeno

With a smile on his face he says those words to you again bringing you in for a hug.

Jeno: I love you so much y/n.

Maybe you being drunk was a bad thing but it brought you to the man you always loved and hoped that one day he’d return his love to you.

[xhaotixaesthetica]

Gaia

You have now entered: Gaia, the dwarf planet.

Gaia is a small blue and green planet very similar to yours in size, wildlife, vegetation, laws of physics, and timeline. You will find yourself very comfortable on this planet due to it being almost identical to your Earth. 

*Genetic mutations are content that isn’t canon-compliant to CS21 lore, such as an imagine/headcanon where Chan is a siren even though in established CS21 lore, he’s a werewolf. 

Return to the Starlink Intergalactic Navigator. 

Day6

Day6 Eating You Out 

EXO

Chen

Simplicity (Body Worship/Oral smut) 

Monsta X

Dating Headcanons

Shownu 

Seventeen

Reactions 

Alien!Hip-Hop Unit React to You falling in Love with Them 

Alien!Joshua React to you falling in love with him 

Stray Kids

Six Degrees of Separation

Hyunjin x OC, Hyunjin X Reader (in later chapters), angst, fluff

TW: Cheating, emotionally abusive relationship

A completed mini-series inspired by Six Degrees of Separation by The Script

Hwang Hyunjin gets his heart broken to realize he deserves better. Sung Jin-Ri breaks a heart to realize she lost the best thing she ever had. You’re there to pick up his broken pieces.

First 

Second 

Third 

Fourth 

Fifth 

Sixth 

One-Shots 

Nipple Play (Chan and Changbin) 

Reactions 

Hyung Line Reaction to Getting Jealous 

Headcanons 

Stray Kids as Love Languages 

Genetic Mutations

College!Jaebum X Kinda Mad Genius! Reader 

Streetfighter!Jaebum coming soon! 

[lovingllix]

[11:47 pm]

ten has been in the studio for hours, worried he can’t get the timing right on a few steps. your phone vibrates next to your head, screen lighting up with a message from him.

loml💕:

can u come to the studio???

you type up a quick reply and throw on a sweatshirt borrowed from ten. you slide on some sneakers and rush out the door, afraid something might be wrong. when you arrive to the studio, you see a pitiful ten slouched against the mirror, sweat dripping from his long hair. he’s got an empty water bottle lying beside him, crushed and leaking slightly. you crouch next to him, taking his head in your hands. his deep brown eyes are glossed over, tears threatening to spill at any moment. ten leans into your touch and finally lets his tears flow. you sink to the ground, holding him close (although he’s sweaty and smelly), running your fingers through his damp hair. he mumbles something about frustration, not getting the timing down, being a failure. it’s a regular thing; he’ll get over it, but you can’t help but feel terrible for him.

“baby, look. you’re not a failure. it’s late and you’ve been practicing for hours. you look exhausted.”

he just nods, silence following for a few minutes.

“dance with me?”

you’re taken aback, but you agree. he puts on a slower song and turns the volume down low. a few more stray tears leave his eyes, but he wipes them away with his sleeve. the two of you dance for what seems like forever, until the song comes to an abrupt end. ten holds you close, afraid if he lets go you’ll somehow dissipate into thin air.

“let’s go home, get some rest.”

ten hums in agreement.

-

[12:38 am]

after a long shower, ten flops down onto the soft plush mattress. walking into the bedroom, you hold back a giggle at the sight. his legs are halfway off the edge, and his head is nowhere near his pillow. but somehow, he’s already drifting off to sleep. you gently shake him awake, trying to adjust him into a more comfortable position. he doesn’t offer much help but you don’t mind; he’d been practicing all evening, after all. you crawl into bed beside him, his arms immediately finding your waist, his head resting on your shoulder.

“i don’t deserve you...”

“shh..just go to sleep, baby”

ten hums contently as your fingers tangle in his hair. his breathing evens out and his arms tighten once more around your waist. you pull the covers up and press a soft kiss to his forehead before falling into a deep sleep yourself.

[girls-scenarios]

I saw this fanfic and idk where it went but i cant find it anymore but would you mind recreating it? If not then can i request an Izone Chaewon anst/fluff scenario where idol!reader are secretly dating and there were rumors that chaewon was 'dating' another idol (like an nct member or smth) and people are posting pictures of them kissing and stuff and reader sees it and like,, blasts off to the izone dorm and there she is crying her eyes and a lot things happen its up to you~ 🐶

I can probably do both! Send in this Chaewon request again and then a rundown of the fanfic and I’ll see if the fic is something I can do. I wouldn’t want to rewrite it word for word but I can definitely do something based on the overall prompt of the fanfiction! - Admin Kiwi

[mistymark]

VIGILANTE/S IV

part four // 2.8k words // superpowered!au // (sort of) gang!au // series masterlist

summary; in which you consider yourself somewhat of a vigilante.

warnings; swearing, mentions of death, weapons and killing, gang shit really 

notes; this fic is now 10k words and that's a personal record so damn

“I hear training was a success,” Doyoung says when he returns from Jaehyun’s ‘errand’.

You roll your eyes, your jaw set. You don’t look at him, focusing instead on the camera footage Mark had given you to watch. A notepad sat in your lap as you sat cross-legged on your bed, the computer in front of you. The footage was over 12 hours long, showing only a large gate leading to an estate that looked to be the size of a museum. The leader of the Red Crown lived there, you knew, and you were supposed to watch and record who was entering and exiting through the gate during the 12-hour time period.

“I’m being serious.” You finally look over at Doyoung, standing in the doorway, and the expression on his face almost resembles pride. He’s never been anything but serious, but he seems more playful now. “You beat Johnny.”

“He beat me about fifty times,” you deadpan, giving him a pointed look before shifting your attention back to your notepad. Doyoung walks in and looks around the room, as if it’s his first time seeing it – like it would help him understand you.

“What was your time?” He asks, his back to you.

“Fifteen twenty?” The worst fifteen minutes and twenty seconds of your life, probably. He looks at you, and for a moment you can’t read the expression on his face.

He quirks an eyebrow at you, but doesn’t say anything. Briefly turning his attention away from you, he stops to look at the drawings and photos attached to the wall, his face stoic again. He’s looking at the detailed sketches of weapons  – disturbingly realistic, in your opinion – that adorn the wall by the door. The others were strangely anatomical – surprisingly accurate hand-drawn outlines of bodies were pinned against another bare wall. One had a skeleton, another vital organs, and one had the bloodstream mapped out beautifully. Hand-written notes were scribbled across the paper – you’d attempted to read them but the messy scrawl was illegible.

“What’s this?” When he turns around, you hold up one of the leather-bound journals you’d found on the bedside table. It was quite possibly the creepiest thing you’d ever read. One of the entries had just read, January 16th, tried knives again. Sixteen stab wounds. Mostly torso, though heart was avoided. Twelve hours exactly. Another, only two days later, was simply: January 18th, bullet between the eyes (removed). 6.4mm. Four hours.

You’d wondered if the owner was an interrogator like Doyoung – or just a torturer. Part of you was glad you hadn’t had the opportunity to meet him. From what it appeared, none of the others really missed him, either.

Doyoung furrows his eyebrows, “Don’t read that. It’s personal.”

“The guy’s dead.”

You’re unsure if Doyoung hears you, as he chooses to focus on the pictures on the walls once again. Your personal favourite was in the closet, attached to the inside of the door, otherwise hidden from sight. It was a mix of charcoal and red paint, barely resembling a face, but it felt more personal than the ones on the walls, tucked away in the closet where no one would see. It wasn’t nearly as detailed or clear as the other posters, and you had stared at it for almost two minutes before realising what it was.

“The first time Donghyuck fought Johnny, he didn’t even get a time.” Doyoung’s voice sounds far away as he recalls the memory. You wish he hadn’t blocked you from using his powers so that you could see whatever he was remembering.

“What about you?”

“About fifteen seconds.” He snorts at your expression. “Don’t be discouraged.” His attention suddenly moves to the door, and you follow his gaze, though nothing is there. With a nod, he leaves.

You’re left alone again, and you wonder what it is with these boys and never saying goodbye.

You’ve managed to speed up the footage just enough to make your task bearable but have to pause it when a familiar black van enters the shot. It’s identical to the one you’d seen at the Den on the night you met the team, but the number plate is different. This number plate is familiar in a different way. Unlike every other vehicle that had passed through the gates, the driver’s window does not slide down. No ID card is able to be captured.

You know exactly who it is – the only person who can enter the estate without having to show credentials. The Red Prince.

Even though the footage is far too grainy to make out anything in the mirrors, you swear you can see his reflection. Eyes that stare directly into the camera, as if he knows you’re watching. You wonder if he knows he’s being watched, that a group of Supers had managed to hack into his security system.

The gate slides open wide, and the eyes disappear. You shiver.

“Y/n?” You’re shaken from your thoughts when a voice calls you from the other side of your door.

“Come in!”

“Wow,” Mark offers you a small smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. “Donghyuck never lets me in his room.”

“Well-,” you shrug, then hesitate. You realise you have no idea what to say to him. At least, you don’t have anything to say that isn’t insensitive. Clearing your throat, you push your notepad to the side, “What’s up?”

“I, uh,” his eyes scan the walls, taking in the inside of the room, “Johnny needs the notes from the security footage by tonight. I thought I’d let you know.”

“Thanks, Mark.” You can feel how tight your smile is, but he doesn’t seem to notice.

He turns to leave, but just as the door’s about to close, he pops his head back inside the room, “Oh, by the way, don’t be worried about training today. Johnny was impressed.” He smiles. “Have a good night, y/n.”

It’s almost midnight by the time you get to the end of the footage. 14 vehicles entering, 10 leaving. And you know the licence plates and drivers of them all.

You feel uncomfortable watching the footage, being right at the gate but unable to enter. Your determination to get in there and take down the Red Crown is strong, frustration bubbling inside you. Everything they’re doing goes against what you believe in, and there’s something about your anger that makes you stand up and head to the kitchen. The walls of Jaehyun’s office are transparent again, and the light is on , even though you know he can’t see you, you freeze when his eyes snap up from his laptop.

It’s weird being unable to hear or see the other team members walking around, and the warehouse feels much emptier without them. Soft snoring makes you jump, and you smile at the sight of Jaemin passed out on a couch nearby, his breaths steady, though slightly too fast. Part of you was surprised by how fast he seemed to live his life, though he had told you he had to consciously slow himself down most of the time. “It’s like letting someone win in a race by running slower than them,” he’d explained. “You know you can go faster and beat them, but you don’t. Like constantly coming second place.”

“Does it get frustrating?” You’d asked.

“Almost unbelievably so,” he’d smiled at you, though you could see some inner turmoil behind his eyes.

When you’re filling a glass with water, Jaehyun steps out of his office, the door closing loudly, snapping you out of your thoughts. His feet are soft on the floor – you almost don’t hear him coming. “Can’t sleep?” He’s reaching for a mug on the shelf behind you, and you sidestep to move out of his way.

“I just needed to clear my head,” you swallow, and quickly take a drink of water as an excuse not to elaborate.

Jaehyun slides the mug under the coffee machine, and watches it whir to life. Only now can you read the words printed on the side, ‘World’s Greatest Boss’. You snort when you see it. He turns his head to look at you, and raises an eyebrow. There’s something different in the way he does it. Normally, when he does this, it’s questioning, analytical, intimidating. Now? You’d say it’s borderline flirtatious. It takes you a second to realise why it seems so different.

He’s standing in front of you, leaning over the counter top, waiting for his coffee – in sweatpants. He’s mindlessly biting the inside of his cheek, and you realise you’ve never noticed he has dimples. Probably because he never smiles.

“What?” He’s frowning slightly, but when he looks like this, it just looks cute. The furrow in his brow almost looks guarded, as if he’s worried you’re about to say something offensive.

“Uh,” you look down, collecting your thoughts, then a smile appears on your face. “Your mug, I-”

He looks down at it, and there’s the ghost of a smile on his face, “The first birthday present Johnny ever got me.”

“It’s…cute,” you say it more like a question than a compliment. A loud thud makes you both stand tall, staring into the darkness to make out any movement. There’s a quiet yawn, and the sound of retreating footsteps. You turn back to Jaehyun, and any emotion he’d displayed in the last two minutes was wiped from his face. His face is hard again, and he looks more like the man you’d seen earlier. He looks older, authoritative. “I’m gonna get some rest. I hear training tomorrow is going to be intense,” you offer him a smile.

His attention has moved from you again, staring into the darkness of the warehouse. He bids you goodnight without looking at you, carrying his coffee gently to his office, his mind somewhere else.

You leave your glass in the sink, promising yourself you’ll wash it in the morning, before making your way back to your room.

You can hear faint murmurs coming from another room, but the walls are so thick you can’t make out any of the words. Moving the laptop from your bed to the set of drawers next to the door, you prepare for bed.

The door suddenly bangs open, and a duffel bag is dropped onto the floor noisily. You gasp in shock and the person in the doorway looks just as surprised to see you. “Who are you?” He asks, frozen right there in the middle of the doorway.

“Y/n. Who-” His eyes are wide and calculating, searching the room.

“Well, what are you doing here, y/n?” He crosses his arms, looking at you skeptically.

“I’m part of the team. I-”

“I meant, what are you doing in my room?”

You’re struggling to keep up with the conversation at this point. You shake your head. “Your room – ? Wait, you’re Donghyuck? You’re dead.”

His gaze is fierce, “I was dead. I’m not anymore. Now, I’m tired. And I’d like to sleep in my own bed.” He walks into the room, rifling through the drawers of the dresser, looking for something.

Reaching out for his power, you can feel it thread through your body, though it’s more painful than invigorating, very different to most of the power you can feel in other Supers. “You’re immortal.”

“Obviously,” he doesn’t even turn around.

A lightbulb goes off in your head as the journals on the bedside table catch your attention, “So the journals – you… you were killing yourself?”

Donghyuck rounds on you, “You read my – ? Okay, you’re clearly new to the team. Rule number one; never read anyone’s journal.” At the confused look on your face, he rolls his eyes, “We all have them. You’ll get yours soon. To track your drawbacks; track your strength.”

You raise an eyebrow at him from where you’re sitting on your – his – bed. “Drawbacks?”

“Damn, okay. Rule number two; know your drawbacks. The limits of your power. We all have them. Jaemin’s is how much he has to eat and sleep. Chenle and Mark lack control.” He gestures to his journals before turning back to the drawers, “As you can see, mine is time. Takes a long time to come back to life.” You barely hear it when he mumbles, “Surprise, surprise.”

“You just kill yourself over and over again?”

“Pretty much.” He finds what he’s looking for but doesn’t take it out from the drawer. He turns to face you again, leaning against the dresser with his arms crossed once again. “What do you do?”

“I mimic other people’s abilities.”

His eyebrows raise slightly and he whistles lowly in appreciation, but he doesn’t say anything. “Drawback?”

“Uh… I guess it’s distance. If they’re too far away, it’s like I can’t reach their power.”

He nods in understanding, then furrows his eyebrows, “Johnny will have you training with all of us, then. Have you done ability training yet?”

You shake your head.

“How long have you been here?”

“One day,” you shrug.

“Wait, you’re the one Doyoung brought in?”

You pause, then nod.

“Ah, Jeno killed me before we could meet, I guess.”

“Jeno killed you?!” Your voice is high and loud. Jeno was much stronger, much faster, much more skilled than you were. You had no chance against him if he ever decided you were his next target. Donghyuck’s eyes widen at the loud noise, and he crosses the room to shut the door, “Shit, calm down. I’m immortal – it’s not like it’s a big deal. Almost everyone here has killed me at least once, though he does hold the record.” The side of his mouth quirks up to the side in a smile that you would almost call cute. Maybe if he wasn’t talking about his friend murdering him, he’d be cute.

You don’t know what to say to that. “You’re insane.” That works.

He shrugs, “Jeno’s always been impatient.”

“So he just kills you. Logical.” The disbelief in your voice makes him laugh.

“Rule number three; never get Jeno angry. His drawback is his anger.”

“Holy shit, where were you when I joined? I could have used some of this information.”

He raises an eyebrow at you, “Well, first of all, I was dead. Then I had to go out of town for a day – and here I am.”

You nod, “Right.”

Donghyuck grabs his bag and turns it upside down onto the top of the bed. You aren’t quite sure what you were expecting to come out, but it certainly wasn’t guns. You wait for something – anything – normal to drop out, yet it seems like it’s just guns. At least fifteen of them, ranging in size. You don’t say anything.

He takes one look at your face and immediately explains, “I just bought them. Our weapons dealer is based in China – Winwin? He’s a friend of Jaehyun’s – and he just got into the city two days ago. Jaehyun made me go pick them up.” Under all the posters and sketches on the wall, the walls are painted a bright red, and the subtle blush on Donghyuck’s face almost matches them completely.

“I didn’t realise there was more of you,” you say.

“Us.” You look up in confusion, and he offers you a smile, “More of us.” He clears his throat, his attention going back to the weapons on the bed, “Yeah, Jaehyun has connections everywhere. Japan, China, you name it.”

Carefully, he places the guns in boxes and stacks them in the corner of his room. He brushes off his hands on his thighs, “Look, I’m happy to take the couch tonight, but don’t get any ideas. This is my room, and I fully intend on taking it back after –“ He cuts himself off with a yawn and you raise an eyebrow at him. Rolling his eyes, he heads for the door, giving you an awkward bow of his head as he closes the door.

You feel a little bad about stealing his room, but you’re so tired, you don’t have enough time to think about it before you’re drifting off to sleep in his bed.