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doiefics · 10 months
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work can wait for other days
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pairing: baekhyun x afab!reader
prologue: what could possibly surprise baekhyun more than discovering you at work on a typical day, but well, he's a gangster
genre: gangster!baekhyun +  established relationship!au + fluff + crack
wordcount: 1,000
warnings: pregnancy + very slight violence
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It was a typical Thursday, late in the morning. The commute was rather sluggish, but perhaps it was nothing compared to everyone's speed at work.
They were not to blame, for any exciting thing, no matter how small or big, was always distracting enough.
You see, the brainstorming process starts even before the work at hand is done and dusted, maybe like already drooling over that tiramisu for dessert when your plate barely has starters on it. 
For the majority of people, it was a Friday's worth of waiting, but you were just as impatient and eager—but not because it was the weekend.
As you obstinately paced up and down the waiting area, you were fairly certain that you were irking the receptionist.
However, everything came to an abrupt stop even before the train of your flawless thoughts could reach the first junction.
It was "pretty loud for a hospital." You said these things to yourself in a low voice as you joined the other human meerkats, their necks reaching as far as they could and their minds unusually interested.
Your senses lately appear to be much more perceptive. 
An array of about half a dozen black cars, quick in speed and quick to hit the breaks, creating those overwhelmingly annoying screeching sounds, were to be seen.
Accompanied by a ridiculous number of men, guns appeared like toys in whosr hands. The next thing you knew, the front glass at the hospital was shattered, and even though it was both chaotic and intimidating, you watched this without a look of worry on your face because you were used to witnessing similar happenings. 
"What is he doing over here?" You weren't concerned until now, noticing a strangely familiar face amid the towering, intimidating, strong males. 
Before he could even take off his charcoal black Ray Ban shades, more men were at the scene, dressed in suits and shining leather shoes, wrists with expensive timepieces, you see, like any of those other rich men.
"This wasn't needed, we already negotiated that with you." One of them started pleading and rubbing his hands in front of the Ray-Ban guy, but you knew him too well to be able to predict his next action. 
He sighed. Dramatically. 
"Would be a shame if some killings were to happen at a place like this." He cursed, rolling his eyes and glancing around the hospital. The receptionist, who was in the middle of making a phone call, suddenly halted the process at his gaze. He smirked.
Okay, now that was unnecessary. 
The next thing you knew, he rolled the sleeves of his fancy blue shirt as his men basically yeeted away the other ones. You were sure more drama would ensue inside the closed chambers. Cliche power scenes like those in the movies.
"You really had to be here today, idiot!" You blurted it out, quietly, but not quite for the man's ear to miss it. The man would have been furious and snarky after hearing what you blurted out, but it all vanished at the sight of you. Considering that he was in the middle of attending to business, he was equally as astonished to see you here. 
"Y/N?" He was perplexed. This was the time one could normally find you at work. 
"Don't tell me you broke your phone again." You shook your head as his hands traced to his pockets, finding nothing but a severely cracked iPhone.
He signalled his men, with a flick of his fingers to continue with whatever they were here for. His eyes shifted like those of a five-year-old who just destroyed a pricey vase with his football as he turned back to face you.
"Don't give me that look." The scary man was scared of you.
To get the two of you to a more peaceful location quickly, you grabbed hold of his wrist. If you didn't, it wouldn't be long before gossip-hungry eyes began their customary camera recordings and active involvement on online forums. Picking up what seemed like a report from one of the desks. You had waited long enough. 
"This isn't time for paperwork, why are you here?" The man was chatty as usual.
"I told you about this hospital and its trashy director last week, right? Tough time extracting my money back from him." He went on.
"I didn't want any guns involved in the first place." And he never stopped.
"Really has the balls to come and plead at my face when it has already been about-"
"Baekhyun can you not keep quiet for a second, at least?" In his habitual pout, he attempted to cram his head within the papers before you hastily closed them, overwhelmed with unfamiliar feelings.
"I just hope your children don't end up being as chatty as you are." You crossed your arms and made every effort to keep your face expressionless. 
"Family planning all of a sudden?" Baekhyun was confused, again.
"You might be a big scary gangster or something, but did someone ever tell you you're just as dumb." You laughed at his bumbling expression.
"Wait!" His mouth was hanging wide, and his eyes were sparkling from the bliss he was experiencing. He simply wanted to be sure, and he wanted to be sure so much. 
"Are we.." He stopped. "We're having a baby," As he drew his body nearer, his hands instinctively sought your stomach.
"Well, not just a baby." You raised your eyebrow. 
"We're having twins?" He was basically screaming out of sheer joy.
"We are definitely not going to be quiet, right, guys?" He said as he bent down, placing a quick peck on your tummy.
"Don't worry, Mumma, you're gonna love us either way." He winked, standing up again, this time closer to your face, resting his forehead against yours.
Yet another rackety thud was to be heard, business was being taken care of properly. Baekhyun took a quick glance at the side.
"Maybe work can wait for some other day." 
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holdinbacksecrets · 2 years
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not me thinking about going to the airport half asleep with your beloved, and he’s guiding you along trying not to laugh, entirely fond. and you fall asleep on his lap when you make it to the lounge. he rubs your back with one hand and scrolls through his phone with the other, checking emails or socials. setting it down every now and then to trace your skin or touch your hair. and he wakes you so sweetly, so softly, when it’s time to board. calls you sweetheart and presses his lips to your forehead. god what a way to be woken… in the airport of all places. as you walk to your gate, he bends his knees a little, lowering himself enough to sneak a look at your face, checking in with you, smiling as he does because you’re adorable. you pull a face that makes him laugh. “she’s awake now, hmm? that’s my girl”
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decantingstxrs · 1 year
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sneaking around was so sexy to you.
you loved waiting till your roommate left for classes to sneak into your other roommate’s room for some fun. was it the risk of getting caught? or maybe the fact that you shared this dirty little secret with just him? whatever it was, did it get you going.
luckily it was an early day. your roommate left for a grad school interview while your secret lover took a ‘sick day’ from work.
“so. i’ve got a couple quick questions for ya,” you ask, placing a hand on his chest. he eagerly responds to your body language, reaching behind to cup your asscheeks in his hands.
“shoot.”
“how long do you think he’ll be gone?”
“i’d say a couple hours.”
“right. and how many rounds is that?”
“two, maybe three.”
“four?”
“five if you can cum quick enough.”
“i’ll take that bet.”
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heartfullofleeches · 1 year
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Mono do be making my head go brrrr. I love this funky robo homie. But! How would Mono react to a very stubborn S/O who wants to help around the ship? Do repairs, help carry out tasks, ensure things are running smoothly even if the task itself isn't the safest thing to do? Btw, hope all is doing well!
(Tw: light injury)
Mono thinks it's absolutely adorable - at first.
As with most things you do, they are greatly pleased with your interest to help. They enjoy doing anything with you, and for you to want to fix up the ship they see you accepting it as home. Would mean they'd have to turn on more cameras, but they would never complain in regards to your safety. Mono gives you little tasks such as cleaning the windows or monitoring the onboard garden, thinking it'll settle your desires.
How wrong they were.
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"Please, Mono?
[Negative, Y/n. There isn't anything left for you to do.]
Mono lifts their arm as you leap for their clipboard. Pointless - considering the height difference, but gets their idea across clearly.
"Yea, but there's still stuff to do, right? C'mon there has to be something I can do."
Mono glances away as you pout.
[Please do not make that face, Y/n. It is arguably rather cute, plus I can hardly protray my own emotions through expression means so it is unfair.]
"Then give me something to do."
The glass of Mono's visor fogs up, their chest gently rising in further indication of a sigh. They flip through the list.
[Continue repairs on my voicebox. Check for intruders. Making sure your doors lock properly at a set time. Permanently disabled the ship ai. Check the fuel.]
"What was that third one? Nevermind- I have to be able to do one of those things! Checking fuel sounds easy enough."
[The engine room is over three hundred degrees. Starlight, I admire your aid, but there are somethings you simply cannot do. For your safety, and my comfort in allowing you to walk freely. Please understand that for me.]
"I just want to be useful..."
Mono lifts their hand under your chin.
[You are, Y/n. On top of what you've done, just you being here motivates me to improve. Before we met, I traveled the universes with no goals, and now I have one - making our living quarters a home.]
"Right.." You gently pull away. "I'll see you later."
Mono watches you walk away with your head low. As you step out of the room, they glance at the keypanel embedded into their arm. They sighs as they grab hole of it.
[The things I do for love...]
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Entering your room, the paging device Mono had given you rings. You're not sure if you'll answer, but after the eight ring you finally pick up.
"Hello?"
[Y/n, could you come to the lab? There's an emergency and I am in need of your assistance.]
"Yes, I'll be right over." You leave the device on your bed as you hurry over to the lab. Mono sits against the back wall of the room, arm propped up on the table. You gasp at the amalgamation of tangled wires protruding from their metal flesh. The keyboard they had installed had been ripped from the limb; exposing their inner hardware. You wonder if they could feel any pain while they gazed at you blankly.
"M-mono?..."
[Hello, Starlight it appears that we had a breach in security. I luckily was able to disburst the danger, but they damaged my arm in the process. I need your help to install a new keypanel as my arm is nonfunctioning at the time. Can you assist me?]
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sinsandsuccubus · 7 months
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Bf!Kyungsoo Things
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SFW
Asking if you’ve eaten every minute.
“Baby, have you eaten yet? Do you want me to cook for you?”
You stealing his sweatshirts and him not saying anything (even though he knows you did it)
“You look good in that sweatshirt Y/N.” Knowing damn well you stole that out his closet
You having a close bond with his band members, Chanyeol, Kai, and Baekhyun specifically.
Them annoying you, and Kyungsoo having to swoop in to save you.
“Can you three leave my girlfriend alone please? You’re annoying.”
Expected to go to his concerts
“You’re coming right? You know I don’t perform good without you.”
Him reassuring you constantly that you’re the one he loves and the only one he loves
“You know you’re the only one right? Don’t let anyone else tell you differently.”
Keeping your lives private
He hates PDA, but requires mandatory kisses
“Give me a kiss goodbye.”
“Kyungsoo, you’re only going to the market. You’ll be back in an hour.”
“So. What if something happens to me on the way there? I need a safety kiss.”
Spoiling you by making sure you have your favorite foods stocked.
Buying your favorite clothing items and stashing them in your closet for you to notice, instead of telling you.
The two of you secretly matching, typically clothing items
“Look what I found online baby, now we can match.”
Him making sure you’re loved before going on tour
Which leads to…
NSFW
He’s a switch, totally a switch.
Can be subby when he’s tired but still wants to be intimate
When he’s had a rough day, or a long day of activities, he’s dominate
Is very much so into vanilla sex, but can be rough when he’s in a mood
“I’ve had a rough day baby, and all I thought about was coming home to you and using your body for my own pleasure.”
Pauses sometimes to check in a make sure you’re okay
“Are you good princess? I’m not going too hard am I?”
Uses the red/yellow/green light safe word system
Is the king of after care; making sure there’s always a warm wash cloth ready, a bottle of water, and vitamin water/Gatorade
“Gotta get those electrolytes back in you”
Is overall the best boyfriend ever
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aqupistau · 8 months
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genre & trope: fluff and established relationship
word count: 0.14k
now playing: all my love by park bo gum (instrumental)
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. ִָ ˑ ⊹ ( 9:25 PM ) — the words i love you aren't really the things you hear on a daily basis from kyungsoo. rather explicitly saying such embarrassing words for someone like him, he says it to you in words that are not socially deemed romantic. he masks the hidden meanings in the simplest ways.
but you can notice.
you can sense it.
when you focus on the corner of his lips and watch how it curls up as it prepares to speak to you. his eyebrows and how they furrow upward, making more space for the growing eyes that are focused only on you, and the ticklish affection of his thumbs caressing your cheeks, letting your heart skip a beat, even before he says
"sleep well." i love you.
and you give a knowing smile, snuggling in between the sheets with him and cherish the thought of him remembering how you hold sleeping earnestly, and sheepishly reply
"yes. i will." i know.
and then silence comes as you welcome slumber in between each other's warmth, holding a silent whisper of the promise of tenderness. a whisper no other can hear until we finally fall asleep on someone's embrace: home.
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his-mochi-cheeks · 5 months
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(part 1)
Clouds of dry dirt formed in the air as Jongdae and two of his companions brought their motorbikes to a stop in front of a seemingly random rocky hill in the middle of nowhere. Despite its unremarkable appearance, this particular random rocky hill has been their shelter, their refuge, the place they called home ever since...
Ever since the day of the incident. Ever since that fateful day where life known to man would irrevocably change. Ever since the secret biological experiments became not so secret anymore and those people exposed in the enclosed lab emerged with a taste for human flesh and a hypersensitivity to sunlight.
Lowering their bike's kickstands and dismounting, Jongdae, Baekhyun and Chanyeol shouldered their backpacks containing everything found in their latest supply run and turned towards a heavy metal square door that led to the underground bunker that sheltered them, the rest of the Ex-9 team, and a few of their loves ones... At least those who were able to make it through the infestation without being mauled or contaminated.
The ones who were lucky died instantly.
The ones who weren't as fortunate, well......
"Ya Chanyeol-ah! How about you actually win the next time you attempt to race me?" Baekhyun grinned as he teased the giant who was currently shaking off the dust from his bleached hair.
Chanyeol, irritated even more by Jongdae's ever loud laughter, let out a loud huff as he made toward the door, that door so out in the middle of nowhere that it would have been impossible to find had you not previously known the exact location of it.
"You better watch your back Baekhyun-ah," he said, grabbing the handle and lifting it up causing the metal hinges to squeak at an annoyingly high-pitch, 'because I'm getting sick and tired of looking at-" was all he could say before he was abruptly interrupted by an urgent voice shouting from below.
"JONGDAE COME QUICK"
"IT'S HER"
"I DON'T THINK SHE'S GOING TO MAKE IT"
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eviebyme · 2 years
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You didn’t expect him to make it. You didn’t even wait for him, and by this hour, you were just casually sitting in front of the TV, watching typical Christmas shows, knowing that there’s no point in trying to make this evening special.
But, when Chanyeol appeared in your door, his hair disheveled and his body all cold from the weather, yet sweaty from running, you realized that the Christmas miracles may not have been a total bullshit.
“What are you doing here?!” You were more than just surprised. Glancing at the clock, it seemed that he arrived at the airport less than an hour ago, and you expected him to stay over at the nearest hotel or someone else’s place, exhausted after the trip and tight schedule of the last few weeks. Yet, here he was – at your doorstep, smiling widely, ready to close you in his embrace. And, damn, did you need him to do that, right now.
You didn’t realize that tears started appearing in your eyes.
“You… made it” you mumbled out.
“Hey, hey, are you crying?”
Although you felt instant happiness fill you just moments ago, the emotions quickly became too much, and you felt absolutely overwhelmed.
“I… am not” you sniffled.
Chanyeol didn’t take any longer before putting his huge hands on your shoulders, turning you around and leading back towards the living room, throwing his jacket off in the meantime and leaving the suitcase somewhere in the hall.
When he sat down by your side, his cold hands wrapping around your warm ones, you knew that his whole attention is on you and that you didn’t need a fancy dinner or gifts for this night to be just special enough.  
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monwillica · 1 year
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Steampunk!Exo designs
vague story outline under the cut, proving again that the only genres i know are heist and romcom:
 On ExoPlanet, gravity barely holds one to the ground, and turbulent kingdoms are changing hands more and more often. Those with access to airships have begun living in the sky, creating an informal, autonomous network.
Kyungsoo and Jongin have worked together as pilot and engineer for years, and took permanently to the air after leaving the military. Recently they picked up Sehun, an exiled aristocrat, who leverages his connections to help with the odd, tricky, or urgent transport jobs that the crew undertakes.
Junmyeon, a pilot for a burgeoning resistance movement, is trying to pull an off-the-record heist at a central airbase, and convinces Kyungsoo and his crew to take on the job.
Also on the scene is a team of con artists: Jongdae, former student and unlikely strategist, Baekhyun, the frontman, and Chanyeol, the engineer/muscle. Their ongoing scam involves sneaking in and out of the airbase, so Junmyeon has recruited them as well.
The last member of the heist is Minseok, swordsman and general cool weapons guy who has been on the ground (staying with his friend Yixing).Once the team is assembled (and getting along surprisingly well) they construct A Plan. But Junmyeon might be holding back some key information, along with his full intentions...
PS No plans to actually write/draw this into a story since lbr I don't have the patience for all those steampunk details BUT let it be known that the story would involve some dramatic kaisoo and very cute sechan.
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echosong971 · 2 years
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Something
There is something in the way that the Hunter Vanguard kisses her…
Metal on metal. Perhaps not the most pleasant sensation.
But for the Young Wolf, it was nothing short of exhilarating.
Something in the way that his practiced mouth works against hers, flames dancing on his artificial tongue, whispered passion on his metallic lips.
Something in the way that he presses closer. Closer. She’s pushed against the wall, trapped against it, and yet he still presses closer.
Yearning for an intimacy he can’t have.
But oh, does he desperately try to achieve it.
Something in the way his body moves. How she can feel his frustrations, feel his annoyance at his body’s limitations he so ardently attempts to circumvent.
How she can empathize.
Something in the way his body is flush against her own, Solar Light radiating off of him in waves.
That wonderful, enveloping heat.
That smoldering furnace of desire in his core warming him to the tips of his toes.
Hungry. Ravenous. Insatiable.
A wildfire.
Something in the way his scent fills the air. How the smell of woodsmoke and sandalwood and metal and gunpowder clings to his leather armor. How they intoxicate her senses.
How it’s so very addicting and so very him.
Something in the way his heated mouth moves to her jaw, then to her neck. How he laves and bites at the softer, synthetic skin, devouring her like a starving man at a feast.
How he moans sweet nothings against her nape.
Her name is a whispered prayer on his lips.
Something in the way his clever hands roam around her body. How he traces every dip and curve as if trying to commit her form to memory. How each touch sets her body aflame and fills her mind with pleasurable static.
Something in the way he caresses her with such reverence, like a sinner begging for forgiveness. How she brings him to his knees.
Every movement, every caress, every flick of his devilish tongue is his confessional.
There is something in the way that he kisses her.
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eruden-writes · 1 year
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Brainstorm Blurb - NaNoWriMo 2022
If you want to read the full first part of Brainstorm, it's available on Patreon.
Dark Reveries will also be published on Patreon early, before everyone else gets to read. ;)
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Novella von Ella wants to fall in love, but she wants it to be unexpected. She wants to feel the warm fuzzies and be swept off her feet. She wants to be surprised and overwhelmed.
Which is easier said than done with her powers.
As a Creator, a Storyteller to be precise, Novella can read, sense, and - to an extent - manipulate the story of reality. Whatever she does just must contribute to a good story. She tends to limit her ‘stories’ to personal affairs and small business ventures. Easy, small stories. Preferably with romance involved, but not necessary.
One Springtide festival, the Queen convinces Novella to play a matchmaking game, which ends with her paired with an amiable elven diplomat from Bloque. He is handsome, considerate, and everything she could want in a match.
However, her potential suitor isn’t the only pursuit getting underway. A Death Reader has come to town, claiming to be there to witness her end.
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decantingstxrs · 1 year
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prompt from @jasminesfury​‘s dating in secret list: “C showing up at A’s door (bc they got broken up with or got fired or something) while they’re hooking up with B and then having to hide B in their flat.”
this turned out to be a lot longer and more in depth than what is normal for this blog but idrc tbh lol. hope yall enjoy <3
pairing: junmyeon x fem! reader wc: 652
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junmyeon’s face is buried deep between your legs, focusing completely on your pussy. your fingers are tangled in his black hair, tugging ever so slightly whenever his tongue hit just the right spot. which was quite often.
“god fucking damn it. you’re so good at this.” you groan, bucking your hips. he says something you can’t make out, but his voice vibrating against your core has you shuddering against him. 
you hear a couple of short knocks on your door, snapping you out of your trance. “come on, right fucking now?” 
“i’m sure it’s just the mail,” junmyeon says quickly before taking your clit in between his lips. you can’t help but moan loudly when he sucks it, rolling his tongue around it as he spreads you further. 
“y-yeah. probably dropping something off.” you say, assuring more yourself than him. right as junmyeon starts to finger you, the knocking becomes more erratic as your phone starts to ring. you groan to yourself when you recognize the ringtone as your friend’s. whining, you push junmyeon off of you.
“who is it?”
“it’s my friend, i think they’re the one knocking,” you huff as you pull your pants up. “could they come at a worse time?” 
“i know you didn’t.”
“oh shut up,” even more knocking rings through your apartment. “god, GIVE ME A SECOND PLEASE!” 
“what should i-”
“stay in here. i’m gonna lock it so no funny business.” before junmyeon can respond, you’re already slamming and locking your bedroom. 
at the door you’re met with your friend, crying their eyes out. “oh no.”
“my crush rejected me!” they wail as they pull you into a hug. you awkwardly pat their shoulder, letting them lament about what happened. you’re only half listening, consistently looking at your door, thinking about who’s behind it.
you felt bad for not properly listening, but you can’t help but think of junmyeon. how even though you’ve been with him all day, you wanted more and more of him. wanted to feel his tongue, his fingers, his lips, his cock. again and again and again. 
eventually you notice the crying has ceased. you look down, seeing your friend wiping their eyes with a tissue. “you doing okay?”
“yeah, i think so,” they say. you nod, standing to lead them out of your apartment. however, they stayed sitting on the couch. “you wanna order a pizza and watch something? or whatever.”
“uh...” you look at your wrist as if a watch was there. “i wish i could, but i forgot i have a meeting in 10 minutes.”
“at six pm?”
“um... it’s an overseas client. you know those timezones and stuff,” you say a little too quickly. “but hey, how about we get a drink after? i can meet at your place in about an hour. maybe more, but i don’t know.”
“i can stick around-”
“no, it’s okay. you need to get ready anyway! i’ll text you when i’m done, bye!” you explain as you slowly push them out of your apartment. after slamming the door, they pipe up:
“okay!”
once you’re sure they’re gone, you let out a sigh of relief. when you unlock your door, you see junmyeon sitting on the bed. he’s on his phone, but quickly puts it down as soon as he sees you.
“a meeting?” he asks, stifling a laugh.
“shush, it was the first thing that came to my mind.” you respond as you shimmy out of your pants, tossing them aside. 
“right,” you playfully smack junmyeon in the shoulder, laying on the bed. “so, you said an hour till meet them?”
“maybe more.”
“good to know. anyway, where were we?” he always knew how to make you complete putty in his hands. biting your lip, you spread your legs. “there we go. wet as always.” 
“oh come on, just do it already.”
“if you insist sweetheart.” then he delves downward once more.
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heartfullofleeches · 1 year
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may i request a yandere alien with a language barrier between them and the reader?
[transcript: X]
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You feel a sharp pain in your neck. Your eyes flutter open to the ceiling of a canopy, light imitating through its fabric. It feels too close; like a blindfold fitted directly to your eye, and was wrapped around your entire field of view. Something about its crimson color fills you with unease. You manage to pull yourself to its end and look around the room you're in.
It was your room - but something was off. A replica, one crafted to mirror your room near perfectly, but there were subtle changes. The bed was one thing, but the walls were a slightly different color than before. Any decorations had been switched to the opposite side of the room. Pictures remained intact in frame, but in any you remembered standing by someone you found yourself alone. Your head throbs - an ache nulled by a hand on your throat. It pulls away, leaving a white patch on your skin.
…. .- - / … …. --- ..- .-.. -.. / …. . .-.. .--. / .-- .. - …. / - …. . / -. .- ..- … . .- .-.-.- / …. --- .-- / .- .-. . / -.-- --- ..- / ..-. . . .-.. .. -. --. ..--..
Huh?- You look up towards your captor, mind still in a daze. When did they arrive there- and what even were they? A hulking mass of metal and what appears to flesh stands before you. Its armor is woven into its grey skin, the muscle had the appearance of steel plates, but still carried the properties of flesh. It's head was just another chunk of metal fashioned in the shape of a helmet; the mouth of it shaped around the screen that made up its face - a purple light centered in the middle of it like a singular, glowing eye.
"W...what?" The word slips out and lingers in the air before you can even fiem your lips to say it. It feels like you haven't spoken in decades. The creature turns its head.
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Each beep from its throat makes your heart crawl further up yours. Sharp, and drilling into your ears. It reaches out to touch your cheek. Its skin is so cold.
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You flinch away, still trying to figure out what's going on. The creature persists; grabbing both sides of your neck and forcing you to look at its "face". Images flash within its errie light. You walk home. You chatting with neighbors. You sleeping. You might not be able to understand it, but its message is clear. This thing has been watching you.
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Still blind to the words behind its clicks- you can tell this thing is not going to let you go home anytime soon. It strokes your cheek with its large hand as you trimble.
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You feel another jab in your neck; its hand having moved to its base without you realizing. Your eyes grow heavy as it guides you down into a fetal position. Its insides whirr as it rubs your limp arms for a few strokes before interlocking its hand with yours.
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aqupistau · 10 months
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genre & trope: suggestive, fluff, and established relationship
word count: 0.46k (edited)
a/n: nini, pls come back home :<
now playing: no make up - exo
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. ִָ ˑ ⊹ ( 11:10 PM ) — it has finally come to this moment. shared permissions of revealing hidden truths to one another, carefully undressed clothes clattered all over from the door to the bed—the only source of light emanating from the soft dews of the full moon. the bed sheets are cold from the touch, contrasting the warm temperature of your skin and his. jongin straddles you from above, his eyes that always looked mysterious now fathomable to read, an evident look of his affections as he adorns you head to toe. he brushes your hair with regard, not really minding if it falls the right or wrong way, the pure devotion of his sending chills down your spine and it brings you back to your first impression of him, the once shy and charismatic mask now faltered all because of you.
you notice the transferred lipstick stains on his face and clean the smudged lipstick off him with a chuckle. “you bought an easily smudged lipstick for me for a reason, you sneaky bastard.”
jongin laughs, now also cleaning the lipstick marks around your lips but keeps the kiss marks he left all over your face. “i know you only wear transfer-proof makeup, especially lipstick, and i've always wanted to clean your makeup off.”
“why?”
“it's one of those joys i have when i undress you myself.” you're left speechless. how can he say something so easily? it doesn't come off as flirty flattery. it rolls out of his tongue like it's the most natural thing to say; his own thoughts and words align perfectly when it speaks about you.
“you say the most absurd compliments for me so naturally.” you smile, helplessly wrapping your arms around his neck and bringing him in a gentle and fervent kiss. every friction and graze of your sensitive lips on his just leaves him wanting more, to the point of his willingness to drown deeper than he was already into you.
jongin tilts his head to siege the space, stopping any air from coming into the kiss, heightening the unmistakable urge between you to go further. you pull out from the kiss to catch your breath, and you both gasp for air, your hand resting on his chest that pronouncedly rests and rises.
you cup his cheek and chuckle, admiring and caressing every part of his face, cleaning the remaining smudged lipstick around his lips. jongin leans into your touch, burrowing his face in the natural shape of your hand, eyes fluttering close from ease. then he looks into your eyes, kisses the palm of your hand and capturing this moment of how you look under the moonlight. the only shadow that hides your bareness is his body on top of you.
“now—do I have permission to clean your makeup off?”
“absolutely.”
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psychidion · 11 months
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I noticed this in the most recent exo upload and it really made me smile that if exo is not paying attention how they’re holding their faces as they dance, they’ll pull just the most ridiculously endearing facial expressions. 
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