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[loserlvrss]

꒰ 𝐍𝐎 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ꒱ 이민형

summary : one thing about your boyfriend, mark, is that he would always take care of you — even if you were annoyingly drunk — and he was embarrassingly in love

genre : fluff, mark x afab!reader, slice of life tws : language, kissing, mentions of alcohol, pet names author notes : oh he’d be a good boyfriend i just know it word count : 1k

it’s a good thing the elevator in your apartment hadn’t gone out yet, otherwise the man on your arm would’ve been upset—though he’d never let you know that.

he just loved you too much for that. and you kept telling him about how much of a good night it was for you; he’d never dream of ruining that.

“baby,” he stated quietly, pulling your arm around his waist higher, as it kept slipping. “hold on, just a little longer… why’d you have to live on the 10th floor? thank god the elevator isn’t out. is the view really worth it though?” he watched the numbers climb, illuminated electronically above the door.

your eyebrows furrowed, and though you were hunched against him, you willed your head up. deadpanning, you replied. “duh.” to which he just laughed at. “you just don’t get it mark! have you seen it? it’s beautiful! not more than you, but you know.”

“many times—actually, i helped you move in, baby.”

you giggled, head falling into his side. “y-yeah, you did… do you remember haechan falling up the stairs? he wasn’t even carrying anything heavy! oh my god, it was so funny i swear i peed my pants!”

mark thought that, for a drunk girl, you were very good at not sounding slurred with your words. however, standing or walking in a straight line were two very different tasks for you to accomplish in this state. but he thought it was cute that you thought of him to pick you up and make sure you got home safely. he loved that you loved him so much; shared so many memories with him and were still willing to make more. and truthfully, he loved you more.

the elevator dinged, the voice telling you that the doors were now opening. mark braced his arm around you tighter, hiking you up to be, at least a little, straighter.

you trudged along, holding him back with his attempts to keep a steady pace. you knew it was difficult to move on your own accord in your current state but, honestly you could’ve just fallen asleep on the floor if you fell.

“work—with—me—here, y/n. please,” he gritted, practically dragging your giggling figure. “do you even want to sleep in your own bed?”

your eyes narrowed soberly. “are you staying?”

“will that make you walk faster?”

as if possessed, the thought alone was enough to make you straighten your back and begin willing your legs to move—clumsily, but you knew your boyfriend was still a crutch to make sure you didn’t hit the floor.

he laughed in disbelief, then relief once you two finally had made it to your numbered door; mark putting in the passcode and it chiming with satisfaction.

“you scare me sometimes, baby.”

you hopped in place, the door swinging open with the length of his arm. you slumped against the wall, unhooking the strap of your heels and kicking them off.

“let’s go to bed!” and when you were about take off down the hall, a hand grabbed yours and stopped you—your feet comically still stomping in place. your eyebrows furrowed, and you looked over your shoulder in confusion.

“first,” he started, leading you down the hall; for a moment you thought he just didn’t want you to run, but he turned off into your bathroom. he hit the switch and illuminated the room, your eyes shutting instinctively. “your makeup.”

you whined, trying to get out of his grip. “no.”

“you’ll kill me in the morning, babe,” he grabbed your waist, hoisting you onto the counter and trapping you with his body. “it won’t take long.”

your pinky swung from the porcelain and into his view, “promise.” you weren’t asking, and that made him laugh.

his pinky connected with yours. “promise.” he replied adamantly, mimicking your movement and kissing the end of his balled fist.

he got to work, grabbing the remover and a couple cotton rounds. he gently swiped your skin, and you swear your head kept drifting to the side with tiredness. you couldn’t help that your boyfriend was the sole reason you could get a good-nights sleep. instead of trying to keep you up, he grabbed it, huffing out another laugh at your antics, but letting you fully fall asleep in his hand.

mark admired you as he tried his best to get the mascara off, smudging it and making you look a little foolish. he thought you were cute; the way your lips were parted, small snores leaving them. the slight crease of your brows as he put your moisturizer and serums on. he swears he could feel his heart swell, knowing you were just that comfortable around him—so adamant to have him by your side—to have him love you.

and he did.

he loved you so fucking much. his future was you. if he was your world, you were his sun. you were his lifeline. you were the one person he knew he could rely on without contest. if he was a producer, you were his muse. everything revolved around you. even if his thoughts weren’t originally for you, they’d eventually make their way back to you. he was excited to talk to you about anything and everything. he was blindsided by a love as strong as this mutual one. he’d die for you, and that’s why he lives.

honestly, he was so embarrassingly emotional right now for you, he could feel the tears welling up.

he swallowed the lump in his throat, grabbing the other side of your head and watching as you blinked blearily.

you smiled sleepily. “when’d you get here, baby?”

he could feel your arms climb to be around his neck, pulling him and simultaneously pushing yourself to get body-to-body. you always craved the warmth (even without thinking) like you were cold-blooded.

“i’m always here.” he kissed the side of your mouth, whispering against your lips. “now, let’s go to bed?”

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TAEYONG | SHALALA STAGE COMP

[seu-nghan]

　❏　　➟　　❛dancing　in　the　moonlight❜　　🌀˚　　( ᵔ ⤙ ᵔ ❀)

[kill-4-kat]

Prev jaehyun thoughts?

- 🦢

okay but yes...

PERV!JAEHYUN. Who goes to your room while you're not home and steals your panties, then starts acting clueless when you start to ask him if he has seen them😩😩

PERV!JAEHYUN. When you go make breakfast always needing help to get a plate, so you ask him and while he's helping you his clothed dick touching your ass.😮‍💨🤭🤭 (he put the plates where you could not reach just so he could do that)

PERV!JAEHYUN. Catches you masturbating and apologizes before he tries to convince you that he should help you because 'that's what roommates do'

PERV!JAEHYUN. Who fucks you so hard that your toes are curling into the bed sheet, and having your hands gripping and scratching his back cause it feels so good

PERV!JAEHYUN. Tells you things like... your such a slut letting me abuse this wet little cunt hm baby? So cute getting dumb on my cock like this darling. Oh you don't know how much how much I- I have fucking imagined your cunt wrapped around my dick baby doll.

PERV!JAEHYUN. That makes you ride his pillow making you cum or squirt on it, just so that he can jerk off with it later🫢🫢🫢🫢

THIS THOUGHT MAKES ME UN WELL LIKE WHAT????!?!?????????

[00127am]

FEBRUARY 13, 10:45PM

hey, um sorry if it's loud...we're uh, we're walking to the bar now. it's jaehyun by the way. your jaehyun...your friend! your friend... yeah, your friend jaehyun... um anyway, just calling to say hi. i uh... i wish you could have come out tonight. it would be more fun if you had--what? no, i'm talking to yn. it's a voicemail, they can't hear you. i'm trying to leave a message and you're...what? no, i'm not confessing. why would i do that over the phone, yo--

FEBRUARY 13, 11:00PM

hey uh if you got a voicemail from me than delete it... it was a uh, accident and um taeyong was saying some stuff in the back that...just don't listen to it. nothing bad, just um, he was being taeyong...so, you know. um i'm just calling to say that i wish you were here...uh is it cheesy to say that it doesn't feel like my birthday without you? if you're still up, just um give me a call when you get this. i uh... i want to hear your voice so... get ready to sing me happy birthday or something.

FEBRUARY 14, 12:06AM

it's my birthday and the first thing i'm doing is calling you. that's weird right? that i just can't stop thinking about you? that i'm starting my birthday by calling you? i just... can i be honest? i'm um...god, i'm so drunk right now. they have these um... these two thousand won shots that just... i've had like... six? no, no uh...seven. i don't know, i can't think ... well, um i'm thinking about you, i guess. but i'm always thinking about you so... hey uh, don't-don't make plans for tomorrow. or uh... today. my birthday. valentine's day. i want to confess, to you...today, so um don't do anything. ok?

☏ new mail! @thecaffeinatedfangirl : you have one new message from 00127am ⤷ here's your finished request! sorry it took so long to get out TT i feel like i really, really can't write jaehyun well at all but i tried my best to make it sound like him (or at least how he sounds in my head)! worried that nothing will ever top the mark voicemail... going to be honest. but! i hope you enjoy, thank you so much for requesting, and thank you even more for supporting me! ♡

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[127luvr]

Hi can i ask for a male reader x doyoung, where they're both in school and they have an assignment to sing a duet, but doyoung just really chose m!r so that they can spend more time together. Then they kiss?

kiss ♫⋆��♪ ₊

kim doyoung x male reader

doyoung had never questioned his life in music. he knew from a young age where he was headed--what path in life he wanted to pursue. he breathed music like it was his lifeline. it was the one thing in his life he never second-guessed. he knew he was good at it. at singing--at reading music--at conducting his class for an assignment--at teaching it when he became a student-teacher.

he was born for this.

you weren't as lucky.

the passion for music came from watching a performance of your school choir by chance. you were convinced that you were destined to pass by the auditorium at that very moment--destined to hear the way the ensemble blended their voices together so seamlessly--as if it was a body of water collectively sending waves to shore.

it was too late in the year to join the ensemble you heard, but you managed to squeeze in to one of the beginner classes. it was one of the things in life that you took seriously. staying after school for any extra help from upperclassmen. staying behind to see the rigorous practices that the advanced classes had. while you were graced with a natural talent for music, you still had so much to learn.

which is why you were the most excited when they assigned duets. the only strict rule being that it had to be someone that was in the choir program.

doyoung had taken a liking to you. watching you from the corner of his eye when you sat in one of their after-school practices. he watched the way your pencil followed along the sheet music as they sang, circling the dynamics on top--and underneath--the staff. he watched as your body followed the conductor's baton--watched as you sang along subconsciously to your voice part in the song. he knew without a doubt that he had to choose you for a duet.

he just wasn't entirely sure if it was for his own selfish reasons or for your raw talent.

"(y/n)?" you feel a light tap on your shoulder, the sudden sensation startling you. your binder slips out of your hands when you turn to doyoung, his nearness surprising you further. you can't help but gawk at him, ignoring the way your sheet music spills out of the binder on the floor. doyoung's eyes fall to the floor, his lips twitching slightly as he goes to pick it up for you. you are still watching him as he bends down, his long fingers quick with gathering your materials. you manage to look away as he straightens his posture again, holding his hands out to hand you your binder. "i know we aren't really familiar with each other, but did you want to team up for the duet assignment?"

he was one of the upperclassmen. one of the singers that stood out to you when you watched them practice. the critiques he received from directors were nitpick-y. always something about rounding out his vowels--looking more expressive. it was clear that they only picked on him for small things because they weren't able to find anything he was bad at. he didn't need to improve--but he did need to be pushed just like his classmates.

"yeah!"

you quickly realize that doyoung isn't in it for the music. he knows the song inside and out from the get-go. leaving you to scramble and learn the song even when you're not practicing together. this only makes you wonder what he was in it for. why he chose you of all people?

your practices were usually done in the school practice rooms. preferably one with an old piano in it--sometimes you weren't as lucky. but you watched as doyoung's eyes moved faster than his fingers, reading the music as he played the black and white piano keys. you were almost jealous of his talents. envious of his ability to multitask so effortlessly but he interprets your gaze differently. patting the space on the bench next to him so you could sit--instead of standing with your back to the wall, stiff.

"i like to learn the notes by playing them and then singing them. makes it easier to correct. do you want to try?" your hands hover over the keys, scared to play any of them incorrectly. if you were being honest, you only knew the name of the notes on your phone, where the keys were labeled. "here, i'll show you."

you don't expect doyoung to put his hands on top of yours, guiding them to where he was previously playing. but the piano is the last thing on your mind. instead, thoughts of doyoung's soft skin and dainty fingers replace any and all rational thoughts from your brain.

"the note in between these black keys is d. if you look at the piano you will notice that the pattern repeats over and over again, so the notes only go a, b, c, d, e, f and g. and then back to a. the black keys are semitones--flat or sharp. it just depends on what key we're in, you know?" doyoung finally takes note of your flushed face, his hands immediately clammy on top of yours as he watches you chew your bottom lip anxiously. "(y/n)? did you get any of that?"

"uh-"

"is there a way for me to keep you concentrated?" your gaze drops down to his pouty lips, subconsciously licking your own as you stare them down. this doesn't go unnoticed by doyoung--who has been yearning for your affection since your practices together started. "kissing you?"

for a moment you thought you had shared your thoughts out loud--only to find that your lips were still shut. doyoung was the first to bring up a kiss. that could only mean that he wanted to. that it crossed his mind before it crossed yours. he leans in, with his hands still on top of yours. you're aware of his nearness. the way his cool breath hits your cupid's bow. the way he smells like baby powder--and a little bit like sweat from being in this room for so long. your eyes finally meet again which causes him to tilt his head, raising his eyebrows as if to ask you for a second time.

"here?" but you're the first one to close the gap, the first to meet your lips together. completely disregarding the glass door. completely disregarding that someone might walk by. but none of it matters--not when doyoung's lips feel heavenly. and he's drinking you up like you're a glass of iced tea on a hot summer day. you almost don't want to pull away. wanting to stay in his warmth even if the positioning was awkward. "we can practice at my place next time."

[hyuckwrlds]

heeey!

can you do something cute with johnny? like, strangers to lovers or fake dating 🤗

>> right now

wc: 908 let me hear you say it, babe

“So you’re here with…Johnny?”

The boy in front of you says his name with a hint of uncertainty, almost as if it didn’t make sense that Johnny was at this party with you. 

You take a sip from your drink in hand and wince at the harsh taste of alcohol. Johnny had asked you to hold it for him before going to the bathroom, but since he’s nowhere to be found, you’re all too aware of how alone you look now. Which is exactly why you got approached in the first place. 

“Mhm,” you hum, trying to make a show of clear disinterest. 

The boy doesn’t seem particularly swayed by this though. “So you guys are together?”

You pause. In hindsight, you really should’ve seen this coming but for some reason, you didn’t, which brings you to a mild state of panic. Your gaze darts to the kitchen entryway where Johnny is starting to weave through the room of people. 

“Um,” you shrug, managing to catch his eye across the room. He notes the new figure accompanying you and raises his eyebrows, amused at your little predicament. In a silent plea, you beg him to save you from this nightmare of an interaction. 

Like the asshole he is, he doesn’t. 

Instead, he joins a small group of his friends standing a few feet away—close enough to eavesdrop on your conversation for entertainment. This goes unnoticed by your “friend” though, seeing as he’s too busy awaiting your answer like a dog holding out for a tennis ball in the air.

“I can’t really say,” you answer eventually, honestly. 

He awkwardly laughs. “It’s a yes or no question.” 

Sure, you like Johnny. You’re pretty damn sure he likes you too—if your toothbrush in his apartment means anything—but you’ve never defined what you are. You know what he looks like when he wakes up in the morning and how it feels to fall asleep in his arms, but calling him your boyfriend feels like crossing a line that has yet to be drawn.

You know Johnny is waiting to hear your response just as much as this boy. So, with a sigh, you relent.

“Nope,” you admit. “He’s not my boyfriend.”

The boy’s face suddenly alights as he straightens up but just like that, Johnny whips around to finally cut in. 

“Hey,” he sings as he slings an arm around you. Johnny meets your gaze, eyes crinkled in that way you love. “What’s with the face?”

“Where were you?” you hiss.

“Over there,” he answers coolly. You briefly consider strangling him.

“Well—”

“Hey, Johnny,” your acquaintance interjects, calling the attention of the taller beside you. Johnny’s arm has yet to leave you and you’re partially grateful. It makes you feel a bit more secure, like this.

“Hey…buddy,” Johnny starts, clearly drawing a blank on his name. “What’s up?”

“Is it true? That you guys aren’t dating?”

The boy’s gaze flicks between the two of you and you turn to Johnny, making it a point to look at him with exaggerated anticipation. 

“Yeah, Johnny. Is it?” you say, just to rub it in.

Something in his expression falters but ever so smoothly, he recovers with a clearing of his throat. He takes his sweet time responding. 

“Well, I mean, yeah. We’re not dating, but—” 

“Then let me take you out sometime.”

The two of you freeze as the boy turns back to you. There was no way he asked you out just like that. Especially in front of Johnny too, who—despite what you’ve said—is clearly involved with you in some way or another. 

You feel your jaw drop a bit and Johnny’s arm involuntarily loosen for a fraction of a second. Now what the hell are you supposed to say?

“Sorry,” you breathe out. Even though the poor guy had no chance from the start, a part of you feels a little guilty at how fast he deflates.

“Why?” he asks.

“Yeah, why?” Johnny parrots. Like a dick.

You glare at him. He knows why. He just wants to hear you say it. To hear that it’s because of him.

“I, um,” you start. “I’m interested in someone else.”

Even though it had to be painfully pried out of you, something akin to pride simmers in the middle of your chest. Saying it aloud makes you realize just how far gone you are now—to say for certain that Johnny is that someone else.  

“But—”

“Oh, look! Mark’s here!” Johnny interrupts, finally deciding to put an end to everything. He waves at an unspecified person (though Mark is nowhere to be seen) before pulling you away. “If you’ll excuse us.”

With that, he whisks you out of the kitchen and into a quieter part of the house by the front door. Once you’re far from the crestfallen boy, you slap Johnny’s hand off of you.

“I hate you,” you frown, watching as a smile spills across his face.

“No, you don’t.”

“I can’t believe you made me go through all of that.”

Though, as you stand there in the middle of some random party he dragged you to on a Friday night, you figure that you can’t complain. Not when he’s looking back at you with nothing but adoration in his eyes. At the end of the day, you really do adore him too.  

“Speaking of…” he starts, interlacing your fingers with his. “I’ve been meaning to ask you. Let’s make it official?”

[mokka-dfx]

dong si cheng ミ☆ muted green

[neonsbian]

kun aegyo for @wwillherondale <3

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mark @ 220918 (cr.) requested by 🐯 anon ; for @komca ♡

[planetkiimchi]

[CLOSED] the media ?! | 100 followers event

kimchi speaks !

thank you all so much for 100 followers <3 (114 now !!) in light of that, i'll be having a celebration event! there'll be ask games, and my requests will be open specifically for this event!

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ask games

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send in a youtube video link / any kind of visual media link [with the idol you're requesting for in it] and tell me which idol you want me to write for! i'm accepting requests for nct (all units), skz, riize and seventeen.

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𝐁𝐅 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 j. yoonoh ( 정윤오 )

synopsis | jaehyun as your boyfriend through instagram stories.

pairing : jaehyun x gn!reader genre : smau, fluff, lowk crack ? warnings : language word count : n/a

authors note : its my bday wish to get jaehyun's loser ass back

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NCT NATION 2023 | JAEHYUN ↳ for @awek-s

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Request for @tenswife (Demon Taeyong & Yuta) 3.1k, yandere, angels & demons, kidnapping, abuse, physical abuse, verbal abuse, mention of cults, mention of human sacrifices, claws, blood, imprisonment, cages, rituals, restraints, smut, non-con, fingering, penetration, blowjob, face fucking, tag team, corruption (@starillusion13)

“Well, aren’t you a pretty angel.”

You rolled your eyes and ignored the pair, knowing they were just messing with you. It was in their nature after all.

“I’d never want anything to do with such vial creatures as yourselves. So leave while I’m being reasonable.”

“Ouch. You better count your blessings, angel.”

The two disappeared in a black fog, and you sighed in relief. As an angel you knew demons would always bother you, no matter where you went. You were simply sitting outside a cafe, enjoying the afternoon air when a pair of unholy monsters approached you. Unfortunately you knew the two, Taeyong and Yuta. Those heathens hung around the same town that you were stationed in. As a guardian angel you had a ward to look over, a young boy by the name of Park Jisung. He had a bright future ahead of him, and you just had to make sure he lived to see it.

While you were at the cafe you watched over Jisung who was in the restaurant across the street with friends. All your attention was on him, so you never wanted to cause trouble. Of course those demons eventually realized you were a regular in the area and started bothering you, but you ignored them. Even if they were trying to mess with you, they knew you were more powerful than them. Still, they could be stupid one day and test you, but they still had some intelligence to leave you alone when you gave them a warning.

There were places Jisung liked to frequent, and so you had become a regular at some shops too. The people around you were nice, and you didn’t have much to worry about when it came to Jisung. He followed a routine for the most part, and wouldn’t return to the dorm until late. After lunch with friends he went to a coffee shop to finish up his assignments. He’d get really immersed in it, so you could sit at the opposite end of the shop with no issue. Today seemed like another normal day. Around seven Jisung packed up his things, making his way back to the dorm and you’d follow from a distance.

The night air had a cool breeze, and it was a Friday too, so you knew the weekend would be full of adventures. A black van suddenly speeded down the road and drove in front of Jisung’s path. Two masked individuals jumped out from the side and grabbed the boy, dragging him into the van. You quickly jumped into action and ran over. Although when you got close to the van some symbols revealed themselves and glowed, sending you flying away. You crashed against a light pole and slammed into the ground. You got up and saw the van drive out of your site. You couldn’t even sense Jisung anymore.

You got up and kicked the pole. You didn’t get a good look at the symbols on the van, but they were meant to repel an angel, possibly other creatures. It was sloppy work since it wasn’t that powerful, which probably meant this was some cult’s doing. With that being the case you knew you probably couldn’t track down Jisung on your own. You screamed into the night as you realized what you had to do next. You wished there was another option, but you didn’t have time to waste. There was a place you could go to get things started.

You made your way to a club, staring at the name flashing above the door, Inferno. You sighed and made your way inside, loud music filling your ears, the smell of alcohol, sex, and blood, all of it overwhelmed you for a moment. Inferno wasn’t a normal club, but a place for the creatures of darkness. Demons, vampires, werewolves, whatever unholy thing wanted a night of fun around here, this was the place to go. Once you adjusted to the atmosphere you looked around. The lights were low, and even then the flashes of colorful lights from the dance floor didn’t help. Still, you could sense a familiar presence around and you trusted that who you were looking for would find you among this noise.

“This isn’t a place I ever thought to find you, angel.” Taeyong whispered in your ear. “Are you finally ready to have some fun with me?”

“Hardly.” You turned around to face the two demons. “I need to speak with you.”

“We’re all ears.” Yuta smirked.

“In private.”

The two followed you outside, and you explained your situation to them. It was embarrassing to tell such demons about that, but every second you wasted put Jisung in danger. The demons listened intently, not making fun of you but rather intrigued. 

“So if we help you find this boy of yours, what will you give us?” Yuta asked.

“Name your price.”

“Anything we want?”

“Within reason.”

“Hm…”

“We can’t waste time.”

“Then let’s find your ward and come back to this.” Taeyong suggested. “Does that sound good?”

It wasn’t a good idea to make an open ended deal with demons, but if anything happened to Jisung the punishment from above would be worse.

“Fine. Just behave yourselves, this is serious.”

“Of course, angel. Lead the way.”

You took the two to the scene of the crime. You could still pick on the energy from the van, and you were sure they’d pick up on it too.

“Do you recognize it? The demonic energy?”

“It’s not demonic.” Taeyong said. “Well, not exactly.”

“Then do you know who did it?”

“You think all us demons know each other or something?”

“You have a better chance of tracking this type of energy than me.”

“And here I thought angels were all powerful.” Yuta teased. “Anyway, I got a feeling.”

Yuta walked down a few buildings and into an alleyway. It had some lighting, but he went over to a part of the wall and blew out black smoke over it. Once the smoke disappeared a symbol revealed itself, but only for a moment.

“Yup. That’s a cult symbol.” Yuta confirmed. “I recognize the insignia, and those guys are big on human sacrifices.”

“That’s not good…”

“Yeah, is your boy a virgin?”

“Yes.”

“He’s gotta go out more.” Taeyong said.

“If this cult sacrifices people then he is in great danger right now, we have to find him!”

“I know. This cult is rather big with multiple locations, but there is a place nearby. We can start there.”

This time the demons led you out to a wide open field with a warehouse in the middle of nowhere. It seemed abandoned, but the two assured you there was more than meets the eye. The three of you snuck inside, discovering a whole underground facility. As soon as you had set foot through the door you felt weaker, but you knew you still had enough strength to fight if necessary. You saw what presumed were cult members around keeping guard, but you all avoided them. The demons led the way, able to sense this big gathering of souls. That’s how you came across this area that looked like a dog pound, except the cages were human size and they had people inside. Now you could actually sense Jisung and quickly found him. The boy was semi-conscious, a few bruises and cuts present on his exposed skin.

“What did they do to you…”

“Most cults take blood samples from their victims.” Taeyong explained. “See if they’re good for sacrifice or not.”

“We need to get him out of here. All of them.”

“What?”

“All these people are gonna wind up dead if we don’t save them.”

“The deal was we help you get your boy back, not liberate everyone here.”

“I’m not gonna let the others die, so help me! Please.”

The two demons glanced at each other, and Yuta rolled his eyes. Taeyong helped you break Jisung’s cage, and then went off to help Yuta open the others. You carefully helped Jisung stand up, making sure he was okay.

“Who… who are you…”

“A friend.”

The three of you managed to free all those that were held captive, and you got Jisung home in one piece. You made sure to heal his wounds and get him to bed, hoping the whole ordeal would just be a bad dream and the memory would fade soon.

“Angel.” Taeyong called. “You owe us.”

“I know. Let’s go outside.”

You met with the demons out in the alley. It was still late in the night so not many people were around. Either way you were just glad Jisung was safe.

“Alright. What do you want?”

“Hm… what to ask of an angel who can give us anything we want.” Yuta wondered.

“Within reason. I can’t just give you anything. So name your price already and let’s be done with this.”

“That’s not very nice.”

“I’m not gonna play nice with demons.”

“Ouch.” Taeyong whined. “But it’s understandable. Our kinds are mortal enemies after all.”

“Exactly. So what do you want?”

“We know what we want from you.”

“Which is?”

The demons shared a glance, and then they pounced on you. Their claws dug into your skin and they pinned you to the ground. You screamed and tried to struggle, but you heard Yuta mumble something under his breath before pressing the palm of his hand against your head and your world cut to black.

🖤

You woke up feeling dizzy, and soon enough the feeling of shame crept into you. You never should have trusted those demons, never should have let them get so close to you. When you managed to sit up you realized you were in some kind of cage, and you couldn’t use your powers. You crawled over to the bars and looked out, recognizing where you were.

“Awake, angel?”

“What is this!”

“What do you think?” Yuta questioned. “Don’t you know cults work for us? All those sacrifices, those souls, we get them. Now of course there was no problem giving you back one soul, but you insisted on taking them all, that’s quite unfair, isn’t it?”

“What are you talking about!”

“You greedy little angel.” Taeyong spoke up. “You just had to save everyone. It’s fine though, we made a deal, and you’ll give us anything we want.”

“Which is?”

“You.”

“Me?”

“An angel as a sacrifice, that’s quite exhilarating.”

“What! Let me out this instant!”

“Don’t bother. We locked away your powers, and you’re weak here anyway because of all the warding.”

“You know it really didn’t have to go like this.” Yuta commented. “If you just would have played nice from the start we wouldn’t have had to target your little human.”

“You… you had Jisung kidnapped!”

“This isn’t how we planned things to go, but you’re still locked up for us in the end so it worked out.”

“Monsters! Let me go!”

“You owe us, remember? What kind of an angel doesn’t keep their word.”

“The ceremony should be starting soon.” Taeyong reminded. “Let’s go.”

Yuta unlocked the cage you were in and dragged you out. With no access to your power you were like any mortal, and the demon was stronger than you. They led you over to this open space, and you immediately noticed the symbols carved into the ground. You tried to fight Yuta but he held you tight. He dragged you over to the center of the room, and forced you down onto your knees. The candles surrounding you were suddenly ignited.

“What are you doing… are you going to kill me…”

“Kill you, angel, do you think we’re so cruel?” Yuta wondered. “After all the trouble we went through to get you here, do you think we’d kill you?”

“You said you were going to sacrifice me!”

“Sacrifice an angel.” Taeyong corrected. “Your divine energy corrupted and given to us would make us very powerful, and with that power we could corrupt you before you regain your strength.”

“What…”

“They say a fallen is very powerful, and very hard to create, but I like a challenge.”

“No, no, no, no, no, NO! Let me go!”

“Too late for that.”

Taeyong kicked you to the floor, and got on top of you. He held one of your arms down, and dug his claws into your flesh. Your blood caused the symbol to glow, and you could feel a pain in your chest. Yuta came over to your side, pressing his palm to your head again and mumbling something. You could feel your power returning to you, but there was also this other energy keeping you in place. You knew your eyes were lighting up gold, and you tried to break free, only for Yuta to grab your other arm and do the same. 

The ground beneath you was starting to burn you, ripping a scream from your throat. You could barely make out what Taeyong and Yuta were chanting, but you could feel your power leaving you, being drained out. The black eyes from the demon boys were becoming red, as if they were slowly filling up with blood. When there was nothing left you felt a strange hollowness. This faded connection between you and heaven. Even when the demons released you, there was no strength in you to move. So you laid there, your vision fading in and out.

“… kill me… just… kill me…”

“That’s not the goal, angel.” Taeyong said, caressing your cheek. “Shall we move on to the next step.”

It was a rhetorical question for you. In this state you were powerless to stop anyone. You soon enough felt hands caressing your body, and then ripping up your clothes.

“I see they give you angels the best of everything.”

You jumped when you felt a hand between your legs, touching a part of you that was irrelevant to you. Yet their touch sent a wave of new sensations coursing through you. Cold fingers brushed against something sensitive which made you shiver. They weren’t gonna be gentle about this. You felt a finger pushing into your flesh, and to your surprise it gave way, your body reacting to welcome him. You knew about sex, something mortals did for fun and procreation, but it’s not something you ever thought to participate in.

“There’s nothing quite like fucking a virgin.” Taeyong chuckled. “Especially an angel.”

You couldn’t even see straight, so when a second and third finger were working you over you were just melting. The sensation was like something you never could have imagined. Even if you wanted to resist, your body was at the mercy of this demon. Then he hit something inside you, some kind of button that sent your eyes rolling to the back of your head every time he touched it. He knew what he was doing, and was purposefully doing it over and over to make you go stupid.

“I think you’re ready.”

You had never been kissed before, so when Taeyong had his lips to yours you were quite surprised. It was just a distraction though. He grabbed your legs and spread them apart, then you felt something much bigger than three fingers pushing into you. A scream escaped your throat, but it felt so good. Taeyong got every inch inside you, and wasted no time moving. His strength caused your body to shake and rock with him with every thrust. Your body was on fire again but in a different way. Then he started slowing down, switching positions. 

Now he was the one laying on the floor and you were on top of it. If you could think straight you’d realize this was probably a good chance to escape, but even then that wasn’t the case. Yuta soon came over and hugged you from behind. His hands cupped your breasts and massaged them, further clouding your mind. Taeyong took your distraction as an opportunity, thrusting up into you, and the new angle created a different feeling. You leaned back against Yuta for a moment before pushing off him and letting your wings out. That caught Yuta off guard for a moment, but soon enough his hands were gently touching them. He realized you reacted to the touch, your wings also being sensitive.

“Aren’t you magnificent? Taeyong, look.” Yuta pointed at your feathers. “They’re turning gray.”

“It really is so much fun corrupting a divine being like this.”

Yuta kissed at your neck, sucking on the skin and leaving his mark. Taeyong was moving slowly, but it was still building up something inside you. 

“Can I join in, angel?”

“Hm…”

You didn’t understand what Yuta meant, but he wasn’t gonna explain either. Taeyong got you off him and moved you around so you were on your hands and knees, and he never pulled out from you. He grabbed your hips firmly and began his rhythmic thrusts again, driving you insane. Your mouth was already hanging open, bits of drool coming out, and that was an open invitation. Yuta stepped up to you, and you felt him push something warm and throbbing into your mouth. You gagged on his cock, but he held you still.

“You can take it.”

He wasn’t wrong as you soon enough adjusted to his length, and then he started thrusting too. They were both violating you at the same time, overwhelming you with these feelings. You felt that there was something building up inside of you. It was scary and thrilling all at once. The only visible form of struggling present was your wings flapping around uncontrollably. As the two got sloppy you knew they were close, and you had no idea what would happen to you when they climaxed. It wasn’t that much of a concern as they had already fried your brain and sapped any strength out of you. All you knew was that a moment later you felt something hot down your throat and running down your legs, followed by your own feeling of euphoria as you convulsed from this new sensation.

Yuta pulled out, but made sure you kept your mouth shut and told you to swallow every drop. You had to do so if you wanted to breathe properly, and only then did he let you go. Taeyong thrust into you a few more times, just to make you twitch before laying you down. You were clearly out of it, and most likely on the verge of passing out. The two demons looked at you laid out before them. Marked up with their seed dripping out of you, and a blissed out look on your face. They noticed some feathers had already turned black, and the rest were soon to follow. It was a great sacrifice. They could feel their new power flowing through their veins, and see that they had a new toy to play with.

“Chain her up.” Taeyong ordered. “And don’t let the others touch her. That angel belongs to us.”

[jo6hny]

overcooked - mark lee

genre: fluff, mark and gn!reader playing a co-op video game and mark keeps dicking around and you just want to get past the first level god dammit.

word count: 368

“Dude, can you stop fucking up? Oh my god!” You shout, exasperated with your boyfriend’s antics. He was being extra annoying today and you just wanted to beat the level of the game you two were playing. You regret ever asking him to come over and play the copy of overcooked you bought at the mall.

Mark cackles at your reaction and continues dicking around. He thinks you’re so cute when you’re annoyed. He loves how your brows furrow and how your voice gets higher when you shout at him to focus on the game. He knew that he could do better but he just couldn’t because he loved seeing you so frustrated.

“Sorry baby, I’ll do better next round.” He promises, but you knew better. You knew that he’d continue being annoying and that he’d keep throwing the game away and you had enough. With a huff, you lightly throw the controller at him and cross your arms to sulk.

“No you won’t.” You protest, giving him a glare.

Mark coos at how adorable you looked with your arms crossed and your lips tut in a pout. The brunet wraps his arms around you and kisses you on the cheek with adoration.

“Baby you know how bad I am with games like these, I’m sorry.” He said, hugging you tighter. “I’ll make it up to you, though. Ice cream?”

Your eyes beam up at the thought of free sweets and you give in, much to your dismay. You could never fully stay mad or annoyed at him no matter how hard you tried. He always knew how to bring you back and to get you to soften up. Mark knew you like the back of his hand and he knew how to love you the way you wanted to and it was both such a blessing and a curse.

“Whatever.” You reply, faking nonchalance.

Mark giggles again at your antics and gives you a kiss on the cheek.

“I love you.” He says, looking at you with sincerity in his eyes.

“I love you too,” You say, kissing him on the lips. “Even if you’re annoying as shit and can’t play video games to save yourself.”

[midmourn]

respectively please stop requesting the same things from multiple writers, especially in the same fandom 🙏 im just gonna delete it each time i recognize a prompt 😭