pleasentville

voglio fare un giro in mezzo alle tue labbra. vivian. she/they. 21 yo.

[redmvvn]

hii ! it’s my first post here, so I wanted to introduce myself ʚɞ ⁺˖

my name is vivian ⸝⸝ ! i’m 21 years old and i use she/they pronouns ⨾ ⟢

capricorn, infj, uni student !

𓆩 staytiny 𓆪

jeongin and seonghwa ult . ㅤ♡ྀི

feel free to introduce urself too, i’m open to meet new people and fellow kpop stans !

i’m planning to write and post fics about Ateez !

i hope you would check and read them, it would mean a lot to me . . . thank you<3

( matz banner : @/z1ni1 on pinterest )

[angelics-ink]

𝒫𝑒𝓇𝒻𝑒𝒸𝓉 𝐹𝒾𝓉

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Pairing : Mingi x Reader

Genre : Smut

WC : 1.5k

Warnings : P in V sex, porn w/o plot, squirting (lots) , fingering, pet names, oral (f recieving), moment of restraint, dirty talk, its just filthy lol

Masterlist / Requests

. ܁₊ ⊹ . ܁ ⟡ ܁ . ⊹ ₊ ܁.. ܁₊ ⊹ . ܁ ⟡ ܁ . ⊹ ₊ ܁.

Mingi and you fit together like a lock and key. Everything about him complimented you perfectly, and vice versa. Both of your weaknesses and strengths offset each other. When the world seemed to want to swallow you whole, he was the light that brought you back. In return, your arms were always open, a safe place for him to run. He’d even take you to go see the cliche movies you loved so much, but on the condition you’d go dancing with him over the weekend. It was like you two had known each other in your previous lives, having beaten the odds and found each other once again. 

That's how you’d ended up here. Completely bare in front of him, your legs spread, sitting up while resting on your palms. You were grateful the chemistry between you two extended into the bedroom, because Mingi made your body do things you didn’t even know existed. Your hips buck slightly as his tongue laps at your folds, the sounds coming from him lewd and obscene. Three of his long fingers are buried inside you, pressing against a spot that makes you whine loudly. A thin layer of sweat coated your body as you were unknowingly pushing him harder against your core. Your body is tight, eager for release.

“C’mon baby, relax for me…” His words are barely audible between your legs but you do as he says. With a deep breath, your calves relax, your leg stops shaking and the grip on his hair loosens.His mouth latches onto your clit, swirling his tongue on the sensitive nub while his fingers consider. His fingers coax more of your arousal from you, his palm collecting what he can’t lick up.

A strange feeling in your stomach suddenly alerts you. It's…deeper, almost. You’ve never felt this before, and are unsure as to what it is. If you had to describe it, it would be close to needing to use the restroom. That's the last thing you want to happen. Slightly embarrassed, you attempt to push Mingi's head from between your legs, only to have his tongue flick quickly against your clit. “M-Mingi…fuck…wait, stop, I…” Your words fade into moans as you continue your attempt to get him to listen, only for him to speed up.

“Let go, it’s okay.” His free hand rubs small circles on your thigh as he murmurs against your skin. Unable to hold back anymore, you let whatever this is engulf you.

Your eyes roll as the most intense feeling of pleasure overtakes you. Tears prick your eyes, blurring the image of Mingi between your legs. You can feel your pussy flexing around his fingers, pulling him in deeper, urging him to continue his prodding on your g-spot. The pleasure only grows, your hands fisting the sheets. In one moment, it feels like your entire body is floating as your pussy squirts onto Mingi's face. His lips seal tightly over you, drinking you in yet he doesn’t lighten his movements. It feels endless. He’s like a man starved, his tongue and fingers devouring everything you give him. Unable to hold yourself up, you fall back onto the bed, tears staining your cheeks. 

“Fuck Mingi I-” Your sentence is cut off by his hand over your mouth. He's sitting up on your right side now, his fingers still buried inside you. At some point while he was in between your legs, his grey sweats had disappeared, his cock rock hard and leaking onto the sheets. Whatever happened to you seemed like it lit a fire in him. His pupils blown wide, his lips wet and swollen, Mingi's voice seems deeper somehow as his eyes lock with yours. His thick fingers begin to move inside you once more and you whine into his palm, your hand gripping his wrist. 

“Oh honey, I have 4 fingers in you now, you feel that?” He moves them roughly against your walls, beginning to thrust them into you again. “Now, you're going to squirt for me again, hm? Can you do that for me, pretty girl? Make a mess for me?” His words are soft, the exact opposite of his fingers roughly thrusting into you. When you nod, he removes his other hand from your face. It joins his other hand between your legs, rubbing your sensitive clit in swift circles.

If your eyes could roll any further back into your head, they would. It's all too much. You’ve never felt your pussy flutter like this before, and the stimulation to your clit only deepens the pleasure. You can physically feel yourself leaking onto his hand and the bed. Each thrust of his hand splashes droplets of you onto your thighs. It's an absolutely filthy sight, Mingi completely ruining your pussy with 4 fingers, his other hand quickly strumming your clit as you grip the sheets, threatening to tear them.

The same feeling as before sneaks up on you too quickly. There's no fighting it this time, the pleasure completely engulfing you. The first time you were holding back. Now you're embracing it, gushing past Mingi's hand. Suddenly, his fingers are removed from inside you but he doesn't even give you a moment to process the loss before his open hand is strumming your pussy, applying harsh pressure onto your clit. His other hand grips your chin, forcing your mouth open so he can slide his wet fingers against your tongue. The taste is barely salty, not really tasting like anything, but his digits quiet your screams as just the movements of his hand on your clit drive you over the edge again.

“Good girl…You fucking soaked the bed baby…Fuck…” Mingi removes his hand from between your legs and your mouth, leaving you completely empty. Your legs slam shut, your hips still bucking softly as small aftershocks hit you. He has the biggest grin on his face as he tilts his head. He lifts the hand that was inside you, showing you it's absolutely drenched. You can physically see the wheels turning in his head while he speaks. “Let me try something. Open your mouth.” 

At this point you're completely out of it, so you obey without question. He leans over, bringing his hand up above your face. “Stick out your tongue.” Another instruction mindlessly followed. Mingi smirks at your obedience before he flicks his wrist experimentally, drops of you landing onto your cheeks and tongue. Your wordless answer is to giggle as he repeats, only harder this time, your face peppered with the proof of your actions.

“My messy girl.” Instead of wiping his hand clean, he wraps it around his shaft, hissing as he strokes himself with your squirt acting as lube. At the same time, he forces your legs open, kneeling between them. Your body reacts without much thought or care for how sensitive you are, arching your hips up so his length grinds against your slit. When Mingi grabs your hips and forces your legs onto his shoulders, he leans over, folding you in half. 

“You’re gonna give me one more, okay baby? I know you can.” His sentence is punctuated with his cock thrusting into you, filling you to the brim in one move. Your hands search for something to grip, landing on his shoulders, digging your nails into his skin. Your body rocks as he thrusts relentlessly into you, squelching sounds coming from between you. It should embarrass you, but it spurs you on, your pussy tightening around him. Both of you covered in sweat, your loud moans and whimpers echoing off the walls. When Mingi looked down, he saw your pussy creaming on his cock, white pooling at the base of his shaft. He growls and his pace only picks up.

“Thats it, c’mon baby..” From this angle his cock is pounding into that same sensitive spot relentlessly, building that same sensation, your body locking once again. With one rough thrust, you're thrown over the cliff. The difference? The angle. Each thrust of Mingi's cock pushes more out of you, onto his waist and your thighs. He's groaning as he fights against your tightening cunt, his own orgasm building as he continues. Your mouth agape in a silent scream, your head thrown nearly fully back, you look gorgeous like this. Completely ruined for him. When your voice catches up to you, you let out a guttural groan, and that's what finishes him. He slams into you, staying there as his cock twitches inside you. Filling your cunt while he shakes between your legs.

After a moment, he speaks, panting between words. “Youre amazing, holy shit…Such a good girl, taking everything I give you…” His hand brushes your hair out of your face as he lets your legs off his shoulders, resting them on either side of his body. You feel like you’ve been drained of everything, unable to find the words to express what you're feeling. Mingi leans forward, resting his head on your chest while his cock softens and slips out of you. 

Deciding to shower after you both can breathe normally, you sigh, running your fingers through his hair. He hums in response. And just like everything else, the two of you fit together, as if you were the missing puzzle pieces that’d finally found their way home.

[angelics-ink]

ℑ𝔫𝔢𝔟𝔯𝔦𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔡

Twisted Loyalties Chapter 2

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Pairing : Hongjoong X Reader

Genre : Angst

WC : 3.8K

Warnings : Alcohol, trauma, disassociation, memory loss, depression, body pains, signs of abuse (unknown to reader), stalking fear, sabotage, anxiety , cigarettes , suspected tampering

Authors Note : PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT IN THE RIGHT HEADSPACE!

Masterlist / Requests

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The creak of the bar door went unnoticed by the patrons indulging at the counter as you walked in. Mingi sat in a booth opposite, joined by several friends he’d recently introduced you to. When he sees you, he raises his hand and beckons you over. Only you could hear your sneakers sticking to the floor as you walked, the sound being drowned out by the laughs of others and the early 2000s music playing over the radio. 

It had been a week since you had seen your friend. Even though you’d answered his messages with I’m just busy or I’ll call you later, he never just let you be. In a way, you appreciated that. There was never any question of whether he cared about you. Seeing his face light up at the sight of you warmed your heart. Regardless of everything, Mingi was a constant in your life. 

“Hey guys.” Your voice was monotone, offset by a smile you offered to everyone at the table. There were 3 of them there besides Mingi. You recognize their faces, but you’re drawing a blank when it comes to naming them. Rather than make a fool of yourself, you hope it somehow comes up in conversation. Mingi gestures to the open spot on the booth across from him, and you take your place, sliding into the booth next to one of his friends.

When you turn your head to the person next to you, your blood runs cold, even though you can’t place a finger on why. You recognize his face and the smile he offers in return. “Remember me, doll? Hongjoong.” The name clicked into place. He was the one who brought up playing the game at the party. That’s all that registers for you about him though. By the end of that night, you were so intoxicated that you fell asleep in Mingi’s arms as he walked you from his car to your apartment, so you blamed your lack of recall on that.

“It’s nice to see you again!” a blonde man says from the spot diagonal from you. Your face must’ve given your misplacement of him away, because he introduced himself again. 

“Seongwha. We kissed at the party.” His nonchalant tone was refreshing in comparison to the pit in your stomach you got when thinking about last weekend. You’re relieved to find that he simply thinks of it as a kiss and nothing more. The last nameless face states his name again, San, and you nod as you try to commit their identities to memory. Mingi jokingly asks if you’ve forgotten him too, your answer coming as mock confusion, earning a hearty laugh from him. He always warmed whatever room he was in with that laugh; it was the first thing you noticed when you’d become friends.

The men have their drinks already. Some form of liquid sedation that, when you ask what they’re called, they answer with such confidence it makes you want the same thing. They got here far before you did, meaning Mingi had already downed his first one. He asks what to grab you from the bar, and you answer with whiskey and coke. Something safe and hard to mess up. After the week you’d had, you deserved at least that.

The day after the party was spent trying to remember what happened. It was a mostly solid memory; Mingi leading you through the crowd, the spin the bottle, the drinks. The edges of your brain grew fuzzy after that though. It was like you were watching a DVD with a scratch on the disk, skipping over the damaged parts. Your body showed proof of something though. When you showered, you noticed there were small bruises on your hip, completely unidentifiable in their cause. You’d always bruised easily, so that was easy to explain. The thing you couldn’t figure out is the tenderness of your labia. Almost like friction irritation. Maybe your jeans were too tight the night before and you didn’t notice. Whatever it was, you were watching yourself go throughout the normal motions that day, remiss of any intention in your movements.

It’d even put a damper on your work. You found yourself blanking out frequently, your lips slightly parted as you disassociated. You’d never been one to do that before. The walk to your car at night was a constant look left and right, searching the shadows. For what, you didn’t know, but every sound quickened your pace. Even when the car door closed, you adjusted the mirror to see the backseat, half expecting something to be there. There never was. You’d began to check the locks on your door before you laid down for the night multiple times. The shower curtain never fully closed, the bathroom door being left open to reveal the living room. The groceries you’d bought the day before the party went untouched in the fridge, the bananas rotting on the counter. You lied to yourself and said you’d make banana bread with them, knowing you wouldn’t. 

You didn’t know what was happening to you. You felt like your world was being turned upside down for no good reason. Just an off week, maybe? Regardless, you decided to agree to come out tonight to attempt to get a break from it all.

San and Seongwha are deep in conversation, something about the soccer game on the TV. Mingi was stuck at the bar, flirting back and forth with the bartender who only saw the interaction as a way to earn more tips. That left you with Hongjoong. 

“So, Y/N, what do you do for work?” You tell him, deciding not to glamourize it. It was simple work and paid the rent. That’s really all you had time to care about. 

Hongjoong isn’t drinking, his fingertip running along the edge of the glass. You have two choices here. The soccer game or this conversation, and you know nothing about soccer. Deciding to entertain him, you turn your body to him, your head resting in your palm as you speak. “And what do you do?”

He chuckles, shaking his head slightly. His hair falls in his face and he pushes it back before he answers. “Oh, I do this and that. Just stuff to get by. Mingi - “ He nods his head toward the bar , “-and I know each other from high school. I just moved back to town.” That explained why you hadn’t met him before the party. He sips his drink and gazes at you over the glass. His eyes bore into you as if they were searching for a question only he had the answer to. The conversation is interrupted by Mingi bringing your drink, taking his spot across from you back. He commands the attention of the group, everyone’s separate conversations stalling in favor of joining in whatever he wanted to talk about. That was the thing about Mingi. He knew how to make people feel seen.

Your drink tastes of cheap liquor and off brand soda, but it was something and for that you were grateful. You grew more comfortable with each passing moment, joining in on the conversation. Your drink went quickly since you spent more time getting it into your system than savoring it. Within 10 minutes, you’re the one standing at the bar, asking for another while the boys stay seated. One drink was your rule for coming out, but that first one went so fast you were okay with indulging a bit. 

   You’re unable to make out what they’re talking about, but the laughter coming from the table twinged your heart a bit. If you needed anything right now, it was a good laugh. And being the only woman at the bar, you couldn’t help but feel like all eyes were on you. A hand on your back startles you, breaking your attention from watching the bartender mix your drink.

    “Whoops, sorry about that doll.” Sans voice eases you, your shoulders relaxing once more. He’s ordering another drink too. If he feels any sort of buzz, he’s good at hiding it. The bartender slides your drink over, the liquid sloshing but not spilling. San catches it when you fail, handing it to you with a shy smile.

   “O-oh, thank you.” He smiles then orders another beer. The first sip of your new drink hits hard but not nearly enough to get a reaction. “What’s so funny over there?” He shrugs it off, waving his hand dismissively to the group. It’s explained to you quickly, how Hongjoong had made such an absolutely depraved joke that the others couldn’t keep a blank face. 

   The night goes on like that. Comfortable, easy conversation that didn’t take much thought to join in on. It’s exactly what you’d hoped for after the week you’d had. The one thing you can’t come to terms with is how Hongjoong’s leg bumps into yours every so often, your response being to pivot them the other way. He followed regardless. You’re silently grateful when he gets up to use the restroom, giving you a moment of reprieve.

   The bar isn’t getting any less busy as the night goes on. It’s still mostly young adults with the occasional middle aged man looking to drink away his unfulfilled dreams on a Friday night. By now the music had looped, and in checking your time you sigh, not wanting the night to end, but it was almost midnight and you were getting tired. You wouldn’t say you were drunk, but you definitely weren’t sober.

     “I should really get going.” You announce, fishing in your purse for cash. Much like the rest of your life this week, it was a mess. It was slightly embarrassing to be doing this, your ears turning red as the trash in your purse rustled. Mingi notices, shooting you a sympathetic look. “I got it, you can just send it to me later.” He gives you no choice and for that alone you nearly burst into tears. 

   You’re the first up from the table, pulling your car keys from your pocket. At least you’d thought to keep those set aside. Seonwha notices as he stands, raising an eyebrow at you. “Youre going to drive home? The three of us are calling an uber. Let us call you one.” Mingi nods before him and San disappear to the settle the tab at the bar. A twinge of guilt stings your chest as he swipes his card, offering the waitress his number one more time, only to have her decline. 

“What about you?” You turn towards Hongjoong. Like you, he has his keys in his hand, spinning the ring on his finger. He’d drank nearly twice as much as you yet if you’d just met him you’d think he was sober. 

“I feel fine. Imma be real careful, promise.” That earns a chuckle from you. His voice drips with confidence and you with it didn’t give you the butterflies it inevitably did. Your remark is similar, telling Seongwha your apartment is only a few miles away and you’ll drive slow. His expression is almost one of pain, but he nods silently, giving up the fight. He didn’t know you well enough to insist, and he knew Hongjoong wouldn’t listen anyway. 

With the bill paid and drinks finished, your group leaves the bar, reconvening on the sidewalk. It’s completely dark now, the only light being the flickering street lamp and the ones that pooled out the bar windows. It would’ve been somewhere you avoided this late had you not been in the company of Mingi and his friends. Their uber is only a few minutes away, so you decide it’d be best to head to your car while they were still standing there. 

“You’re sure?” Mingi asks as he hugs you. You went around the group, offering a side hug to everyone except for him, who wrapped you in his arms and his pure size made you feel safe. 

“Yeah, I’m sure.”

“Text me when you get home, I’ll do the same.”

You nod and wave to them, crossing the street as their ride pulls up. You can’t get to your car fast enough, suddenly feeling vulnerable. In front of the bar, Hongjoong pulls out a cigarette, lighting it and letting a puff of smoke out before he leaned against his car. You assume he doesn’t like the smell tainting his car. Yeah, he seems like the kind of guy who values his car far too much. With your door shut and your rearview mirror showing that nobody hides in the shadows for you, you turn the key.

It’s met with a loud sputtering and a cough of the engine. The car rumbles as if it’s going to start, only for it to stall completely. It doesn’t make sense, you got your car serviced meticulously on time. There should be no reason for it not to work. A plea to nobody in particular leaves your lips as you attempt to start it again, only to be met with the same obnoxious groans and screams in protest. You let out a mixture of a choked sob and a yell of frustration, leaning your forehead on the steering wheel.

   A knock on your window makes you jump. Hongjoong stands in the dark, urging you to roll it down so he can talk to you. Your better judgement says to ignore him and call Mingi, but you open your door, meeting his gaze. “Car troubles?” He asks, leaning against the doorframe. Suddenly you feel extremely claustrophobic. 

   “Yeah. Guess I’m getting an uber after all.” 

   “Nonsense. I’ll drive you.” He reaches out, offering you his hand. Regardless of his smile, you hesitate, unsure as to which path to take. You really didn’t want to spend the money, plus who knows if your card is actually in your purse.

   “Okay…” Your agreement is hesitant, but you take his hand, getting out of your car. Nothing outwardly looks wrong with it, and your heart sinks knowing that the repair for whatever is wrong will be expensive. Hongjoong’s hand steadies you, leading you to his car. He smells of clove cigarettes and expensive cologne. 

   His car is just as you thought it would be. A newer model of some brand you didn’t even bother to learn. Yours was older, the seats being a tan faux leather and the console eroding away at some parts, showing the foam underneath. It wasn’t that you didn’t want a nice car, it was that your car worked. Or rather, had worked. Hongjong’s seats are the real deal, his radio is a touch screen and the air conditioning is blasting. You grimace at the difference, trying to push down the envy. It even smells like a new car. 

    “I don’t bite, ya know.” He remarks as he gets in the driver seat. Your knees are turned away from him. Out of embarrassment, you adjust them to where they’d be if you felt comfortable.

   It didn’t really make sense why Hongjoong made you so nervous. His presence made you feel like a rabbit in a trap, even though you’d only met him twice. His eyes seemed to drink you in. Occasionally you’d catch him licking his plush lips as he looked at you. He seemed like the type to drive you crazy on purpose. If that wasn’t enough, Hongjoong was insanely attractive. Everything about him, physically at least, drew you in like a moth to a flame. So when you notice you’re staring at his hands on the wheel as you give directions home, you scold yourself internally, looking away with a blush. 

   “It’s just up here.” You point at the tall building to the right of you. It wasn’t fancy but it was home and that’s what you wanted the most. When he pulls into the parking space in front of the entrance, he turns in his seat, looking over at you. His eyebrows are furrowed as he gestures towards the building. 

   “Mind if I use your restroom?” 

    The thought of him being inside your home makes your stomach flip. You’re shocked when your lips open and grant permission, wishing you could smack yourself out of whatever trance he put you in. You hardly even spoke to him and he had you like a puppet on a string. Like he knew something you didn’t and he used it to his advantage.

   The stairs of your apartment building are steep and by the time you reach the fourth floor you’re nearly out of breath, and the alcohol wasn’t helping. Hongjoong follows close behind, his presence palpable and intimidating. The lock on your front door clicks as you turn the key, opening your safe space to whatever energy he was bringing in.

  You’re immediately in your living room. The kitchen sits on the left, dishes piled in the sink and the trash starting to overflow. Luckily the half wall blocked that from this point of view. Your home is simple, a couch and a television, the coffee table between the two littered with magazines and your laptop. Greenery adorns the room in random little places, seeming like they were placed there without intent and only to get it out of the way.

   “Down here.” You point and show Hongjoong the bathroom, thanking yourself that even if the house suffered after this week, you never let the bathroom get dirty. 

   When he closes the door, you suddenly feel like a stranger in your own home. You’re unsure where to stand, should you sit instead, would it be rude to start washing dishes? It was as if you were an intruder, feeling unwelcome in the 4 walls you lag for.

   Opting to sit on the arm of the couch, you wait for him to come out so you can nudge him out the door faster. Hongjoong in your apartment, in your bathroom, feels wrong and like an intrusion. But were you really going to deny him after he just gave you a ride home? Maybe you’re too nice for your own good.

   When he comes out, he’s drying his hands on his jeans, and a memory of last weekend finally comes into focus.

  Hongjoong is standing in the doorway. There’s an ache between your legs. Mingi is there, yelling at you. Your head is pounding and you’re struggling to sit up. He’s standing there with a hand towel, brushing off his groin and looking you over. 

   “Just got a drink spilled on me is all”

 “Thanks, Y/N. You have a lovely home.” He glances around as you both head to the threshold. If you had the gull, you’d push him out and lock the door in his face. He couldn’t leave fast enough. Just as he’s about to let you close the door, he turns, a cold smile on his lips. “Let’s do this again, hmm?”

   “Yeah, let’s all get together soon.” You didn’t know what Hongjoong meant by this, nor did you want to find out. The inclusion of everyone was purposeful, hopefully getting across the message that you didn’t want to be alone with him again. Only when he turns and begins the descent down the stairs do you allow yourself a full breath. 

   Your head is throbbing, probably from hitting your head on the steering wheel. After completing your routine of locking the door multiple times, you head to the bathroom. Mingi’s ringtone blares from your pocket and you answer, immediately being greeted by his questions.

   “Are you home?! You never texted me.”

   “I just got home. My car wouldn’t start. Hongjoong drove me.”

   “Why didn’t you call me?” His voice goes quiet, guilt washing over you as you detect the sound of hurt. That wasn’t your intention. You explain that Hongjoong was there, Mingi and the others had already left and it was just easier to let him help. 

   Your phone is tucked between your ear and shoulder as you open your mirror cabinet, searching for something to soothe your headache. But this all looks wrong. Bottles are shuffled around and your skincare is stacked completely wrong. A pit forms in your stomach as you consider that maybe you did this, even though you know for a fact you didn’t. Mingi’s rant fades to the back of your consciousness as you find the Tylenol, right next to a prescription bottle that wasn’t completely sealed. The hairs on the back of your neck stand on edge as you close the cabinet, deciding you’d just deal with the pain. 

  “Yeah, Mingi I’m heading to bed. Good night.” You hang up without waiting for an answer. Your heart is racing in your chest, your palms sweating as you leave the room, closing the door behind you. The one person in there besides you was Hongjoong. He had no reason to look through your medication, right? Maybe you just put everything away in a hurry.

Yeah, you'd been rushing around this morning to get to work. You probably just put it all away too quickly.

   The locks are checked again. On the windows, the door, even the balcony. A once over isn’t enough though and soon you’re going through the cycle again. The anxiety is drowning out any semblance of reassurance, nothing feeling like enough to keep you safe. The next hour is spent pacing, locking, unlocking, locking, pacing. Until you find it dizzying to stand, finally giving in and climbing under the covers of your bed. The walls feel like they’re watching you, gauging you for weaknesses.

That night you hardly slept. But when you did, Hongjoong’s laugh echoed and you replayed his excuse about the towel, searching for something in the frame of that moment. You’d awake on and off with a start, unable to shake the fear. Only when the sun peaked over the horizon did you allow your weary eyes to rest, finally falling asleep once the darkness couldn’t hurt you anymore.

   You don’t wake up until late in the afternoon. It’s hot and muggy in your apartment since you didn’t turn the air conditioner on. The phone next to you lights up with a notification. It’s a voicemail from Mingi, only a few hours old. 

  “Hey, so I got my mechanic to stop by your car, which you should really be locking, and he says…uhhh…here, you say it.” You’re smiling, knowing that Mingi was more like a big brother than a best friend. The phone shuffles, then a deep voice you don’t recognize. “Yeah, it’s your starter fuse. It was disconnected. Took a long time to find, but I got it. Normally doesn’t happen without someone doin’ it, but it isn’t unheard of…” Your ears start to ring as the phone shuffles back to Mingi. “And don’t worry about the cost because…”

   The conversation fades to background noise, the voicemail finished when a new notification makes you shoot up in bed. It’s an unsaved number, and it makes your blood run cold despite the temperature in your apartment. 

  Figure out whats up with your car? -HJ

[capricornusx3]

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Warnings: Fem! ReaderxMingi, Stalking (duh), Fingering, unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it!), choking, oral (fem rec.) DEAD DOVE!

Something in your gut tells you not to trust him, but your brain says otherwise.

wc: 4k

Click, click, click, you hear someone's heels on the pavement behind you. Of course, your shift lasted until the last bus ran and your car was in the shop, prompting you to walk home and, this time, opting to be rid of your headphones after feeling on edge all week. Turning your head, you see no one behind you. Weird, you think to yourself. Heading in the direction of your apartment, once again feeling as if you have eyes on you. This is so weird, so fucked up. “Why would someone be following me?” You think to yourself, only hearing about these things in movies or on the news.

Heart rate picks up, blood rushing through your ears as you begin to feel on edge. More thoughts flood your mind, such as "Should I even go home?" Or walk to the police department? That convenience store? No. Don’t subject some innocent cashier to a possible crime. Shaking the thoughts from your head, trying to rationalize that no way could anyone be following you, you stop at the convenience store anyway. Feeling particularly hungry, working late, and all.

Doors chime, alerting the cashier of your arrival. Seeing them almost asleep at the register, you give them a small apologetic smile, heading to the aisle that holds your favorite snacks.

What could pass as dinner but take little to no effort? You think, biting your lip in thought. Spotting something passable, you grab it, smiling as you turn to walk to the register. At least you tried. You bump into a strong chest, stumbling back as the stranger catches you. 

“Woah there! Be careful,” he chuckles. You apologize quickly, looking up to his face to apologize more sincerely. Fuck, he’s gorgeous. You think to yourself, quickly shaking your head to rid yourself of the thought. “I–I’m so sorry, sir! I’ve been in my own head a lot lately.” You half bow, entirely embarrassed as a cute pink dusts your cheeks.

He laughs again, waving you off. “Don’t worry about it; it’s not often I bump into an attractive stranger.” He smiles at you, tilting his head. Is he flirting? “What’s your name, stranger?” He asks, and you give it as he nods. Little did you know, he already knew. “My name is Mingi.” He says, a big smile on his face as he sticks his tongue out to lick his lips, sticking his hand out. You accept, shaking it. 

You chat for a bit, laughing and smiling together. He walks you to the register, paying for your things and exchanging numbers before bidding your goodbyes. “What are the odds he was stalking you? Nah,” you laugh to yourself, shaking your head at the ridiculous thought. 

Finishing your walk home, your phone beeps as you get a text. Mingi’s name already brightening your screen. You smile, replying to his message.

<Mingi>: Arrive home okay? :)

 <You>: Yes, I did! Worried about me already? ;)

<Mingi>: What if I am? ;)

<You>: You must already care for me a lot then! :P

<Mingi>: Of course I care! How could I not care for such a pretty lady? :) 

Blushing at your phone, you type a quick response, something along the lines of “Haha, whatever,” bidding your goodbyes, seeing as it’s already two in the morning. As he says his goodbyes, he swipes to his camera roll, looking at all the pictures he took without you even noticing, and slips his hand under his waistband.

A few days later, you’re at work, and you hear your phone ping. Sliding it out of your pocket, you see it’s Mingi. Smiling instantly, you reply, pocketing the device again. The past few days have been spent getting to know each other to the point you consider him a friend. You guys share very similar interests; he calls you out on your hobbies without you having even told him. You’ve joked about him being in your walls, watching you, both laughing it off as some joke. 

Later that night, you’re lounging around at home. Changed into sweats and a loose tee, forgoing a bra. You message him asking if he’s available to chat. Instantly, he calls you. Answering, his charming voice engulfs your speaker. “Hey, gorgeous,” he teases. You roll your eyes. “If only you could see me now, you’d change those words.” You laugh, brushing off his compliment. He hums, “Let me guess; loose tee and sweats?” he chuckles. Raising an eyebrow, you look around. “How’d you guess? Got cameras hidden in my place?” You joke, laughing. “Obviously! Just want to keep eyes on my favorite girl.” He joked, switching between the cameras he installed in your apartment. At least you thought he was kidding.

Starting to cook dinner, you throw things in a casserole dish and toss it in the oven. Starting the timer, you go to start laundry. Yapping away in your ear, laughing as he says something dumb once again. Walking past a blanket that you definitely never mentioned before that needed to be cleaned, he speaks up, saying, “Hey, don’t forget the throw on your couch!” He chirps, causing you to furrow your brows. That’s suspicious. “How did you know about that?” You ask him, extremely curious.

Sweat beads at the base of his neck. Shit. Did he give himself away? “Uh, you asked me not to let you forget when I first called!” He quickly spoke, “Yeah, that excuse should work,” he thought to himself.

Suspicion paints your face, suddenly very aware of your surroundings. You begin to search your apartment, looking for a camera as you respond, “Riiight, I guess I forgot.” You shake your head, grabbing the blanket. Could he actually be capable of something like that?

His heart rate picks up, scared shitless you’ll find out his little secret. He lets out a sigh of relief when he sees you plop on your bed, ending your hunt. You still have a guess as to what he could possibly be up to, but you’re too tired to fight the feeling in your gut….

A few months later, your suspicions partially subsided, still having thoughts lingering in the back of your mind. Another night, another phone call with your good friend Song Mingi. Things have gotten heavier lately, more romantic if you could call it that. Pet names are spoken to each other, and despite your judgement, being around him makes butterflies flutter in your tummy and heat rise to your cheeks. Why does he have to be so hot?!

“So honey, I was thinking… Why don’t I take you out to dinner? My treat, of course. I wanna take you on a date and show you what you deserve. Can I? Would you like to go on a date with me?” He asks. Picking at your fingernails and nervously biting your lip, you think about it hard. It couldn’t hurt, right?

“Okay, Mingi. One date. Show me how much of a gentleman you can be,” you giggle, a flirtatious tone hitting your voice. He’s hot, so are you, and you’re damn proud of it. A man like Mingi showing interest in you was definitely an ego boost. “Just tell me what time and day to be ready, and you’ve got yourself a date, Mr. Song.” You poke at him. “Tomorrow, 7 pm. Be ready, baby. See you then, darling. I gotta go now, goodnight.” He urged, hanging up the phone. You sit there, staring at your now blank screen, confused. That was weird. Shrugging it off, you plug your phone in and drift off to sleep.

The next day arrives, you pace around your apartment with nerves on fire. He never mentioned where he’d be taking you, not even giving you a hint as to what you should wear. Would it be weird to text and ask him? Heartbeat loud in your ears as the blood rushes through them. On Mingi’s side, he's watching you pace like a trapped rat, smiling widely. “Hmm, perfect little dove. So nervous for me…” He sighs, palming himself over his pants. He loves the sight of you right now, watching you search for anything and anything to do before it’s time for him to arrive at your apartment. He begins to wonder if he should spare you, deciding if he should text you the dressing attire for the evening or let you stew. He picks up his phone, opening your messages as a new text from you appears.

<You>: Hey, Ming. Just wondering, what should I wear tonight? You never said! 

He smirks, biting his lip. How long should he make you suffer? Ten minutes? Twenty? An hour? So many choices to keep you waiting, how long to make you more desperate.

Deciding on just ‘fuck it ’, he texts you instantly. What could he say? He was obsessed with you.

<Mingi>: Hey! Sorry about that, just wear something simple and casual. Nothing too fancy! It was last minute, after all. :) 

Seeing his text, you smile and breathe a sigh of relief. Perfect. Ripped black jeans and a simple tee paired with your black Vans are the way to go. 

It’s 6:30 before there’s a knock at your door. You speed walk to it, waiting a few seconds to not seem so desperate. Remember, this guy could be our stalker. Opening the door, you’re greeted with his smiling face, glasses sitting on his nose, and your favorite flowers in his hand. He hands them off to you, uttering a quick compliment of, “God, you look sexy even in the simplest outfits,” He says as he kisses your cheek. 

“Wow, Mingi. I’m surprised you remembered I even mentioned these!” You smile brightly, taking them from him and finding a vase. GOD, he loved that look on your face. He wondered if you’d look the same taking his- “Hello?? Earth to Mingi? You giggle, waving your hand in his face. You could stare at him too, with him standing here in his fitted jeans that hug his plush thighs nicely and a random band tee that you’ve never heard of.

“Sorry, honey. You just look so good tonight.” He blushes. You roll your eyes, pink dusting your cheeks once more. “Whatever you say, Mingi.” Turning to find a vase for the bouquet. Once you fill the glass with water, you set it on the counter. “Okay, I’m ready,” you say, following him out the door, being sure to lock it.

Fried food and sounds of balls hitting pins fill the air, a bowling alley stuck in the 90s is the place he decided to take you. “Bowling, huh?” you nudge Mingi, turning to tell the worker your shoe size. “Yeah, why not? Figured I should see how competitive you can be” He teased, grabbing his shoes. You walk to your designated lane, putting the probably twenty year old shoes on your feet securely before walking over and punching your names into the screen. 

“You can go first, Min, wanna see how competitive you can be,” you laughed, throwing his words back in his face. He rolled his eyes at you playfully, grabbing a ball from the rack, and immediately landing a strike. You stand there, mouth agape, eyeing him suspiciously. “And you thought you had to worry about me?” 

Night goes on, a small bit of playful bickering between the two of you as it comes down to him being the winner. “Nice game, doll.” He poked at your ribs, a small pout on your face. “Whatever, Mingi.I let you win!” you lied; he obviously knew you didn’t. “Let’s go eat, I’m starved!” Grabbing his hand, leading him back into the cool night air after returning the borrowed shoes. 

You lead him to your favorite spot near your apartment, half-drunk milkshakes and finished burger plates litter the table. More giggles and jokes shared between the two of you. “No, I’m telling you, Mingi! I swear, I had a stalker for the better part of six months. I was terrified!” you opened up to him, gauging his reaction to the news. You were still slightly suspicious of him, after all. 

“No way, that’s crazy! And they just stopped randomly one day?” he asked, sipping his shake. You nod, “Seems so! Maybe they got bored or something,” shrugging and swirling around the melted malt that sits in the glass. He reaches over and takes your hand, “I’m sure everything is okay now, doll. And as long as you’re with me, you’re safe.” You looked into his eyes, nodding as he rubbed soothing circles on the back of your hand. Heart stuttering at the gesture, momentarily forgetting any thoughts you had of him being the culprit. “Mingi, take me home…. Your home, please?” He nods, slamming a bunch of money on the table, and leads you out.

Arriving at his place, he turns and pins you to the back of his door. “Can I kiss you, doll? Please, can I?” Heart pounds in your ears, unable to speak. You nod, able to make out a simple “Yes, please.” He surges forward, cupping your face and smashing your lips together. A battle of tongue, teeth, and spit, your hands fisting his shirt to pull him impossibly closer. He bites your lower lip, pulling a gasp from your throat as he soothes the sting, moving to suck on your tongue. “So sexy, just for me…” He mutters lowly, right against your lips.

He moves his lips to your neck, licking a stripe up from your shoulder to behind your ear, blowing cool air over the wet skin, earning him a shudder from your trembling body. “Mingi, please,” you pant, sparkling eyes looking into his. “Please touch me,” you practically beg, heat shooting through his core.

“Fuck, okay,” he swears, throwing you over his shoulder and pausing at the two rooms across from each other. “First, I need to tell you. This one is the bathroom; the other one is off limits. Do not go in there.” You nod, noting it for later. “Okay, understood. Please just fuck me.” 

He tosses you onto his red and black duvet, pulling your shoes off your feet and tossing them carelessly behind him. “Can I strip you, honey?” he asks, hands rubbing up and down your ribs soothingly. “Yes,” you nod as his hands reach the hem of your top, pulling it over your head. He sucks in a breath, biting his lip at the sight of your body. “Fuck,” he groans, moving his hands to your waistband, undoing the button and zipper before pulling the ripped fabric off your body. 

“God, you’re so sexy. Did you plan on this happening?” he smirks, noticing the matching undergarments you have on. “N-no, nothing else was clean!” You whined, feeling his big hands on your plush thighs. Hands sliding up to tease where you need him most, holding your breath. “Mingi, don’t tease me, please.” He looks you up and down, licking his lip. “Baby, I think you’re lying. You just did laundry yesterday, remember? Should punish you for the fib?” He chuckles, snapping the band of your thong against your skin.

“No, please don’t!” you whimper, fingers gripping the fabric of his sheets. He clicks his tongue, pulling his shirt off. “You sure, doll? I bet you’d look so pretty with tears streaming down your face.” He already knows you do, and maybe he has gotten off on it before. His fingers pull your thong down your legs, frustratingly slow. Fingers sliding back up your legs, back to your thighs to return to his teasing. Fingers sliding up and down your slit now, collecting the wetness. “So wet f’ me, and I’ve barely touched you.” He mutters, yanking you to the edge of his bed by your ankles and kneeling before you.

“Been dying to taste you since we first met,” he said lowly, looking you right in your eyes as he licks a strip up the opening of your cunt. “M-Mingi…” you stutter out, reaching to grab his hair. He intercepted your hands, pinning them back to the mattress. “Keep ‘em there for me, okay, baby?” You nod, earning a pleased smile from the man. “Good girl,” he praised, kissing along your thighs before diving in once more.

He licks, sucks, and slurps you down, two fingers pummeling inside you and hitting your sweet spot already. White knuckling the duvet, back arching as you gasp his name, begging to touch him. “Mingi, please! Let me touch you!” you fussed as he kept pushing all the right buttons to send you over the edge. Tongue still inside you, he shakes his head no, a gasp ripping from your throat. Pulling away, deep voice spoken against your pussy, “No way baby, I love the way you writhe,” He chuckles, adding a third finger.

He’s practically making out with your pussy, tongue coming up to flick your clit, fingers beginning to do that “come here” motion against the spot you need him most. “Cum for me baby, need to feel you coat my tongue as I taste you.” He groaned against you again, the other hand palming his throbbing cock over his pants, threatening to rip right through the denim. Your hips having a mind of their own, humping his face as the coil in your belly winds tighter and tighter, “Y-yes, fuck yes! I’m cumming!” 

The band snaps, cum coating his tongue and face as your legs shake, crying and whimpering out his name mixed with curses. A sadistic grin paints his face as he licks his lips and fingers clean. He kisses your thighs, helping you calm down. He rises to his feet, commanding tone as he grips your chin. “Look at me,” he growled. Peeling your eyes open, you stare into his eyes. Pupils blown wide, your eyes scan his body, spotting the erection threatening to break free. 

Devious smile stretches, asking you if “you like what you see?” you nod, biting your lip. “Just wait until you see the real thing” you swallow hard as he takes his belt off, popping the button and pulling down the zipper. He pulls them down to his ankles, kicking them off. Cock straining against the fabric of his boxers, spotting a small wet spot. He pulls those down as well, slowly to tease you as his hard length springs free and up to his belly button. 

Gasp caught in your throat, eyes bugging out, you ask him, “Min, will that even fit?” He laughs, Gods you’re so precious. He climbs on the bed, leaning over you to cup your face, words hitting your skin like shards of glass. “Baby, we’ll make it fit.” Sitting back on his haunches, he spreads your legs as he grabs his cock. Stroking it before slapping it against your pussy, head catching your clit as he slides it up and down to collect your wetness, “Fuck, you ready for me honey?” he asks, pushing your thighs to your chest. “Yes, Mingi- fuck. Please fuck me!” you cry, tears threatening to spill. 

He nods, pressing the head of his cock to your entrance before pushing in. Tight walls squeezing the thick girth, his head is thrown back, and groaning. “Fuck, baby. So nice and warm, squeezing me so good. So perfect for me.” He leans down, placing his head in the crook of your neck, placing lazy kisses there. Your nails dig into his back, leaving crescent shaped marks. He picks up his pace, changing the angle so his head is slamming against your cervix. You scream, nails raking down his back and leaving angry red marks.

“M-Mingi! S-Slow down! Please!” You cry out, tears of pleasure streaming down your face now. Seeing you in this state, he licks them off your face and moans, “So pretty like this, so perfect for me,” lowly in your ear. His praise, his cock, his actions send you closer to the edge, pulling him closer. “Mingi, I’m so close,” you whine. He sits up, throwing your legs over his shoulders as he snaps his hips against yours, faster and harder, angling his hips once again to hit the spongey spot inside you. Bringing his thumb down to rub your clit, arching your back again. “Cum for me baby, doing so good for me. Best pussy I’ve had. Such a good girl listening to me,” he growled.

“Fuck, Mingi! I’m cumming! I’m cumming! Gods, help! It feels so weird this time,” you whimper, head thrown back. He has to bite his lip to hide the smirk, uttering the words, “That's okay, baby. Let go, cum for me.” Hips slam into yours thrice more before you’re cumming, pussy drenching his cock, abdomen, and thighs as you scream his name. Clawing at his chest and arms, sure to leave marks behind, proving what happened tonight. 

“Holy shit, you’re so sexy. Fucking squirting on me like that. Such a perfect whore for me, aren’t you?” he moans, slamming into you faster, hips stuttering as he nears his high. “Fuck, where do you want it?”

“INSIDE! Please! Need to feel you fill me,” you moan, nerves feeling as if they’re on fire. Your words set him ablaze, ripping your body up and slamming his lips against yours as his balls draw tight and fill your pussy, flooding you with his seed as he paints your insides white. You groan into each other's mouths, sobbing his name into his mouth. Collapsing against each other onto the mattress, panting as you both try to catch your breath. “Shit, I think that’s the best lay I’ve ever had,” you giggle, snuggling into his chest. 

He reaches his fingers down, thrusting his leaking seed back into your pussy. “I could say the same, doll.” He chuckles, leaning in to kiss you passionately. You pull back, smiling. “Sorry about the mess…” you trail off, blushing. “Don’t worry about it, baby.” Cuddling into him again until you both drift off to sleep, hearts beating as one.

A few hours later, you wake up with the urge to use the bathroom. Quietly slipping from his grasp, you slip on his shirt and head to the door. Now in the hallway, heading to the bathroom as you eye the door he told you not to enter. Curiosity brews in your belly, brain screaming at you not to peek. Ultimately, your gut wins. You hold your breath, listening for any movement from his room.

Once you feel the coast is clear, you turn the knob, entering the room. Met with a dozen screens, multiple cameras set and aimed at very specific angles. Why does this place look familiar? You wonder, brows furrowed. Then it hits you-

“Fuck, this is my place.” Anxiety fills your veins as your eyes dart across each screen. They’re aimed at your bed, shower, couch, kitchen- basically anywhere he could see you. Tears prick your eyes. You should’ve pressed him further. Should’ve called him out more. Why did he have to be so devastatingly attractive?!

You didn’t hear him creep behind you, his voice scaring you. “Didn’t I tell you not to fucking come in here?” he boomed, walking towards you. Backing into the wall, fear now running rampant. “Mingi, why?” you sniffle, tears slowly falling now as your eyes dart between him and the screens. “Why?” he laughs. “You really want to know?” He smiles evilly, one you used to think was kind of cute. “I can’t really explain it. I walked past you one night after work and became so infatuated; I had to know you.” he stepped closer, cupping your face. You close your eyes, so terrified. Fingers move to grip your chin. “Look at me when I talk to you, baby.” 

You swallow down the lump in your throat, looking up at him. “I can’t explain why I didn't just come up to you. Introduce myself, I just had to do it this way. Getting into your apartment was so easy, too. Just had to tell the leasing office I was house-sitting for you and got locked out.” He laughed; he actually fucking laughed at that. “You’re mine now, baby, completely mine. You can’t escape me now.” Hand moves to your throat possessively. “There’s no escaping now.”

[redmvvn]

devil in disguise

desperation is lethal if you let her conduct your own will to follow your deepest desires . . . how far will you push yourself?

pairing : choi jongho x f!reader

genre/au/trope : teasing/steamy, devil!AU, Lucifer!AU, singer!AU, forbidden attraction, toxic behavior

wc : 2.4k

(heavy inspo from Raphael - Baldur’s Gate 3)

THE SHOW IS GONNA START SOON .ᐟ

Darkness engulfed the people seated in the room, many and many eyes wandered around, looking and waiting for the show to begin.

A beam of light came from above, lighting up the space for the star of the night. The red curtains opened, a feminine figure revealed herself to the public in a beautiful purple dress. Long and silky white fabric wrapped her arms gracefully while a burgundy shade painted her lips.

Fingers grasped the cold metal head of the microphone, notes were echoing now between the walls and the high ceiling of the theater. Your mouth fell apart, the lyrics you have memorized with your whole heart escaped and danced naturally to the melody of the band behind you. You have already conquered the audience’s attention, in particular the one of a man. Seated in the balcony section, Jongho was admiring you, the amazing singer who stole everyone’s heart with her unique voice. People couldn’t stop talking about you, this certainly picked his interest.

And you were mesmerizing indeed, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you; gaze lingering along the curves of your body enhanced by the dress you chose to wear that night. Lips always curved into a smile and eyes lit up by a bright spark of joy, of love for what you were doing. You were a person fueled by dreams, happiness and hope - you were perfect…for him.

Once the show was over and you thanked your lovely and loyal audience with a generous bow and blown kisses, the owner of the theater called you in the back and told you a man was eager to meet you. It’s going to be a fan of yours, you thought immediately. It was common for you to receive visits from your fans after the show, often giving out autographs or receiving gifts from them.

You reached the balcony and you saw him, the man who asked to see you, seated on the leather couch provided, sipping some scotch from a wide but short glass. You cleared your throat, you wanted to make him notice your presence there, but you didn’t know he noticed you since your first step into the balcony. He set down the almost empty glass on the little side table right there, then he stood up and walked towards you. The silence was loud, the anticipation of meeting your fan was the only thing keeping you anchored there; you couldn’t tell what exactly but you had a weird feeling about him.

When he was in front of you, your eyes were caught off guard by how handsome and refined the man looked. Nice suit, a few strands of hair falling down his face, expensive jewelry, strong perfume - everything about him screamed luxury.

“It’s nice to finally meet the star of tonight’s show”, his voice was calm and mellow, so rich and warm. “People say the truth when they talk about your amazing voice. You are truly talented”, his sophisticated compliments made you smile on the spot, even blush a bit. You were used to receiving kind and sweet words from your fans, but hearing them from this man was different somehow.

Bowing slightly, you thanked him, but before you could say anything else, he spoke again.

“I’m Choi Jongho, it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance”, he said, bowing his head after. You were quite surprised by his old-fashioned manners, yet you didn’t mind them if it meant he could still be respectful.

His name wasn’t new for you at all: a few days ago you heard the owner of the theater talking about a fine and rich gentleman who was paying a visit to the city and word was he was ready to invest some of his precious money if he could find the right deal. The theater needed some renovations around, but the owner was in debt, so now you were understanding the strange worries of the man before the show.

“There’s a special guest, you know…Don’t let me down tonight! Perform like you usually do…No, no! Give the best performance of your life!” the owner mumbled, fingers fidgeting nervously around the buttons of his suit jacket.

“The pleasure is mine!”, you bowed your head as well with a polite smile. When you rose your face, your eyes were met by a beautiful rose, petals of the same color as the blood. A deep shade of red you could rarely see. You took it between your hands, inhaling immediately the sweet scent of the flower which was making your head spin because of how intoxicating it was. A small “thank you” escaped your lips still curled into a smile, no more polite and formal, now it was more sweet and genuine.

“I don’t want to waste your precious time, so I will get straight to the point”, his voice made you snap out of your thoughts. “What’s your dream?” he asked you, his voice was like a tender caress.

The question caught you by surprise, making you wonder whether answering truthfully or not. Seeing your confusion mixed with a thinking process too complex for that kind of question, he chuckled, covering his mouth with the back of his hand.

“I have my reasons to ask you that”, he said as if this piece of information could help you.

An image flashed inside your mind: the sound of hands clapping so loudly it could pierce your ears, people screaming your name standing up from their seats while you can’t stop crying, holding a huge flower bouquet. In your pretty dress, fame and love were overwhelming you - you were now a famous singer.

“I wish I could keep doing…this” and you tilted your head forward, pointing at the stage down below. “It’s what I always wanted to do”, you said smiling from ear to ear. Your eyes lit up again, like they did when you were performing on stage and music was like a ghost, leading your body at the rhythm and making you spin around. But reality hit you instantly, a punch to the stomach.

“But I know I can’t live off my dream…this is just a placebo for my heart”, your smile turned bittersweet while you clenched your hand against your chest, your heart. Your gaze lowered, tears were already threatening to come out. You knew you couldn't let the man see you like that.

“What if I tell you I can make your dream come true?”, his words cut through you, leaving a scar which was going to hurt so bad if he wouldn’t keep his word.

“Wha-what?!”, you exclaimed surprised, a loud gasp leaving your mouth. He walked behind you, you could feel his gaze trailing your naked back.

“Just think about it: you, singing on a stage while you pour your heart into it…and people, so many people screaming your name and crying out your songs”, he whispered next to your ear, his hot breath against it. His fingers grasped your bare shoulders, caressing your heated up skin. A shiver ran down to your spine, he was purring into your soul sweet promises, making your common sense drunk.

But something about him unsettled you. Not only was he overstepping a line he shouldn’t have touched from the start, he was moving words like strings of a puppet and you were being lured into them.

“This is your best bet, my dear”, his whisper was the hiss of a snake, tempting you to let yourself go into his tender embrace. You were a fool, you were being played by a handsome man just to fulfill your childish desires.

“What do you want from me in return? You are clearly offering me a deal”, the rose you were holding was being strangled by your fingers, holding onto it like an anchor. The few thorns left on the stem were pressing against the silky gloves, stinging the skin underneath them - a sensation which was reminding you who you were with right now. “Money? Your name on every record?”, your breath quickened as you tried to keep your composure.

His chuckle was low and dark, you felt the vibration rumbling from your ear through your whole body. You thought immediately of the worst case scenarios and you couldn’t help but feel scared. Yet, somehow Jongho caught the glimpse of your fear through your skin, he sensed it.

“I’m not that kind of monster, dear”, his whisper became quieter like he wanted to seal it between your body and the air.

“Then, what kind of monster are you?” you mumbled, voice cracking at the realization of the answer you could receive from him. One of his hands traveled down to your arm, fingers teasing the hem of the long glove as he wanted to let them slip underneath the fabric.

“I can be kind…”, and his fingers went further, now they were brushing your skin. They felt unexpectedly soft, even though his touch seemed harsh. “Sweet…”, he was slowly pulling the glove off. “Caring…”, and he revealed your naked arm, goosebumps all over it. Jongho walked by your side, he was in front of you again and he tossed the glove on the leather couch. He grasped how your skin was reacting to every little touch from him, loving the moment. “The monster you want…”, he bowed his head, both of his hands holding yours in a tender embrace. “No, the monster you need…” he whispered with a gentle smile. You couldn’t stop staring at the manly frame, his words and demeanor were a magnet for you. His lips ghosted over the top of your hand, leaving a kiss on it, only like a gentleman would do. But you didn’t expect he would keep his eyes locked with yours, his gaze was slowly infiltrating beneath your soul, clenching it with his sharp claws.

Your breath shortened, chest rising and falling quickly as your cheeks were being painted with a naive pink. You could feel his claws squeezing your heart now, a faux and dangerous attraction you were trying to not fall into.

“Vow that your soul belongs to me”, his voice was lower than ever, irises which could snap your body in half. A blade cut right through your chest, a stinging and cold pain tormenting your mind. The way the word “soul” rolled out from his tongue was diabolical, drenched by a sick and twisted tone you couldn’t ignore. “And I will give you everything you desire, little mouse”, his mellow timbre caressed the strings of your common sense, trying to convince them to let go and let him conduct. But Jongho knew he already had you in his hand.

A deafening high pitched noise caught you off guard, a memory buried deep inside your mind resurfaced. Darkness swallowed you whole, you could barely see the palms of your hands.

Then, you felt a stinging cold breath against the back of your neck, making every single part of your body shiver. You hugged yourself, clenching your clothes with all the strength you had. Fear was taking over you.

“Don’t be scared, I won’t hurt you”, a deep and warm voice tried to reassure you. The snap of fingers made the whole place lit up: candles were placed everywhere but the room was hollow. Your heartbeat was racing while your eyes were searching for anything that could give you some answers. You were completely lost.

“Rarely do I pay a visit to lost souls like yours before the time is due”, the manly voice began to explain, echoing throughout the walls of the room and your head. You could swear you were on the verge of madness. “But I couldn’t resist the urge to meet you…”, now the voice was ringing through your ears, almost like you could feel the cold breath of the owner of the voice. “Your skin is impregnated with the sweet scent of desperation and dreams, my favorite scent…”, and the voice was right in front of you, ghosting over your lips for a mere second. “Soon we will meet, little mouse”, your breath died in the back of your throat as if you wanted to talk but something - or someone - was stopping you.

Long black nails appeared from the void of the room, scratching your arm softly, tickling your skin unintentionally. Fingers which resembled claws grabbed your chin, pulling your face down. Now you were forced to look up at whoever was doing this to you. Your gaze tried to search for the eyes of the mysterious entity, looking directly at them.

“I wish we could abandon ourselves into a bit of pleasure before our former meeting”, the air around you became suddenly cold, a wicked and low chuckle surrounded your face. “But I have to be patient…And I have to make you forget of our premature conversation of tonight”, the claws disappeared, yet you felt their grip around your neck, almost like they wanted to leave a mark.

“Bye bye, little mouse” was the last thing you heard before waking up.

A shockwave of adrenaline ran through your whole body - without thinking further you snatched your hand from his grip. Fear and realization hit you at the same time, the man could read from your face what you were thinking.

“Tut tut”, Jongho shook his head while an infuriated expression was slowly being shaped. “I thought you would never remember or even…realize who I was”, and all the tenderness disappeared in a blink of an eye. He pushed the tongue against the cheek, eyes scanning your whole figure which was shaking. From your hand, the rose fell to the ground but you were too scared to notice it, not even the faint sound startled you.

“You are the devil! You were in that strange d-dream”, words came out strangled from your throat, your knees ready to give up and follow the same fate of the gift from the man.

“I am Lucifer, little mouse. At least say my name correctly”, and you indeed fell to the ground as you were trying to step back from him. Now he was looking upon you, into his gaze you could see the flames of hell burning while people were screaming and crying in pure and raw pain. The devilish grin appeared on his lips, enjoying your little soul writhing in fear underneath him.

“So, whatever are we to do? Why don’t we play a game? You win, I give you everything you desire without any payback. But you will enjoy yourself more if you lose…” he said before stepping towards you, his foot between your parted legs.

le fin..?

[tomlinsun]

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[strayklds]

(250823) STRAY KIDS / 'CEREMONY' ENDING FAIRIES

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[dreamingonfilm]

Hey babe! Love ur writing. Do you have any recs?

SO GLAD YOU ASKED! I HAVE SO MANY RECS BUT IM GONNA TRY AND KEEP IT SIMPLE

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@fallingforfictionalcharacterss - literally one of my favorite writers on this app, I 100% recommend reading all her works but these are my favorites!

The Ferret : in which the reader takes care of a ferret, unaware that it's Draco Malfoy

Cookies : in which love potion meant for the reader gets misplaced, leading to a love struck Ron and confessions to Draco

I Got You : in which Draco takes care of a temporarily blind reader after a potion goes wrong

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@dracowars - another amazing writer — once again recommending all of their works

notebook : in which Draco finds readers notebook and falls in love with the words written inside

one bed, two enemies : in which Draco and reader share a bed

unforgivable : in which reader gets poisoned thanks to Draco's behavior

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@wondernimbus : strongly rec all her writing!

veritaserum : in which Draco takes the truth potion, leading to unwanted confessions

play pretend : in which two people are forced into marriage; reader falls in love. draco doesn’t. 

two sworn enemies : there is only one thing worse than being hated by draco malfoy; it’s being fancied by him

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@littlemissnoname13 - another great writer!

my girl : in which Draco sticks up for his girl

forever hold your peace : in which the reader is set for an arranged marriage, but a mysterious guy from the church has other plans

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DRACO M. FICS !

@dmslvt - Crossing constellations : in which Draco stumbles upon the reader while she star gazes

@dr3amlab - wicked games series : in which two sworn enemies play pranks on each other, leading to the reader pretending to be Draco's secret admirer

@enviedear - bewitched my mind : in which draco malfoy becomes entirely bewitched with a girl who’s never paid too much mind to him

@ladyvesuvia - nuggets with gravy : in which Draco takes the reader out for a drive-thru in a Muggle fast food, but they did not prepare the reader’s order properly

@prettygirlkay - A Worthy Opponent series : in which the reader and Draco are academic rivals

@holden-caulfield - The Girl : in which the reader has a secret pen pal

@holden-caulfield - Red Binds : in which the reader and her soulmate are bound together by a red string

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NEVILLE L. FICS !

@lxngbottom - Amortentia - in which Neville smells Luna Lovehood instead of his girlfriend in his amortentia potion

@lxngbottom - Bookshelves : in which reader helps out in the library, and she catches the eye of Neville.

@refiwrites - The Accident - in which you collide into Neville, revealing that you two are soulmates.

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FRED W. FICS !

@p-taryn-dactyl - Confervo : in which Fred wakes up after the war, and his first reaction is to flirt with the cute nurse

@destourtereaux - Put A Ring On It : in which reader and Fred run into her ex while out for errands

@destourtereaux - Secrets and Confessions : in which Fred confessed his feelings in the middle of the Great Hall

@httpbakugou - after all this time : in which Fred returns three years later, and secrets are unearthed

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if anyone mentioned feels uncomfortable with me linking their work on here please lmk and i will remove it! <3

[doomedyuri]

JEL in the PALIA OFFICIAL CINEMATIC TRAILER.

Jel is an elf tailor that loves fashion. He is the youngest of six and a member of the illustrious Omiata family. One of the romanceable characters in Palia.

[malfoyswand]

𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬

pairing: draco malfoy x reader

summary: your best friend, draco malfoy, plans a surprise to ask you to the yule ball.

word count: 1.8k

genre: fluff

warnings: none, just soft draco :)

author's note: thank you to the lovely reader who requested this, it's my first request so i really hope i did this justice! also yes, i got a little inspired by that one gilmore girls episode with the 1000 flowers for the proposal lol

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"Mate, I think you're overthinking this."

Blaise Zabini reported his opinion of the matter, but Draco Malfoy barely comprehended a word he had spoken. The only things on his mind were (Y/N) and of course, the bloody Yule Ball.

If he was honest with himself, Draco was at least partially excited for the dance. He knew it was meant to be one of the greatest nights he may ever experience while at Hogwarts, but he wasn't sure if he would. The dance was only a week away and somehow, Draco found himself without a date.

If anything, the Yule Ball was making him nervous.

"I'm not, Zabini!" He spoke quite loudly, then softened his voice as he realized students had looked their way. "This needs to be perfect, alright? This is (Y/N) we're talking about, you know how I feel about her."

Blaise couldn't help but sigh, with a smile on his lips as the two of them walked to their Defense Against the Dark Arts class. It was quite a feat for Malfoy to tell Blaise that he had romantic feelings for his best friend, (Y/N). Blaise knew that Draco dreaded being seen as anything but tough to the world, the fact that a girl had this much control over his emotions spoke volumes. 

"Exactly my point, Malfoy. She's been your best friend since first year, I doubt she would ever be disappointed or angry with whatever you come up with. Besides, she's just a girl. Just ask her to the ball like how you would ask a girl out on a date."

"Er.. well.." Draco began to speak, the hand that wasn't holding his books scratching the back of his neck. The two of them finally stopped walking besides the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, Blaise's eyes widening as he tried to hide his laughter.

"You're telling me that Draco Malfoy has never been on a date before? Merlin!" His laughter echoed down the chamber, earning him a scoff and a playful shove inside the classroom by Draco. "Sorry, sorry. I just thought that with every other girl in this school begging to be your date to the dance, you would've taken at least one of them on a date." His voice was spoken quietly, careful that the other students wouldn't hear their conversation.

Draco shook his head as the two of them sat down in their seats, pulling out their books and parchment. "No. I've turned them all down. They're just not her, know what I mean?"

"You're down bad, mate." Blaise smirked slightly to himself, whispering the only advice he could really offer his friend. "Listen, girls like being asked out in a personal way. You know the kind of things (Y/N) likes, all you have to do is make it special and she'll be swooning."

"Right." Draco mumbled to himself as Professor Moody began to teach his lesson. However, he certainly wasn't thinking about Defense Against the Dark Arts. Instead, Draco glanced over to where you sat across the room. He knew you better than anyone, yet he had no idea how to ask you to the Yule Ball.

That was when the idea struck him. The new bag you bought last week caught his eyes, he noticed the way the bag had intricate floral designs sewn into it. A memory replayed in Draco's mind. He couldn't help but smile to himself as he wrote on a spare piece of parchment, folding it into a paper crane before sending it your way.

Your hands caught the paper crane, grinning as you knew exactly who it was from. You tried to ignore the way your heart seemed to skip a beat each time you saw one fly towards you. On the piece of parchment, it read:

Meet me at the Astronomy Tower tomorrow morning before breakfast? - D.M.

You lifted his gaze to meet his awaiting gray eyes, your head nodding before turning back to the professor's lesson. Draco did the same, but his mind was already running through a mental checklist on all the supplies he had to get to make his idea come to life.

The next morning, you woke up wondering why in Godric's name you decided to meet up with Draco this early in the morning. The sun was just starting to rise outside the window, and none of your other roommates were even awake. You groaned as quietly as you could, practically tiptoeing around the dorm bedroom to avoid waking everyone else.

As you brushed your hair in the girls' lavatory, you felt the butterflies in your stomach begin to flutter around again. You cursed yourself under your breath as you tried your best to focus on your breathing.

Lately, being near Draco Malfoy has always made you more excited than you really ought to be. Of course, he was your best friend so you had always been excited. But now, even one glance at him caused a warmth to glow within your chest. The feeling was a foreign one.

As you walked through the castle towards the Astronomy Tower, that warm feeling in your chest arose again as you caught sight of him. He was pacing near the entrance door, mumbling as if he was rehearsing something. You cleared your throat as you walked towards him, Draco stopping in his tracks.

"(Y/N)." He spoke your name, his lips forming into a soft smile. "Thanks for meeting up with me, I know it's a bit early for you." His tone was playful, he knew you were not much of a morning person. 

"About that, why so early in the morning, Malfoy?" You gently shoved his shoulder, he only laughed in response. He opened the Astronomy Tower door entrance, his hand indicating for you to step inside first. 

"You will see."

You walked up the long set of stairs up the tower. You couldn't see the fact that Draco was a nervous wreck behind you, his hands having to wipe themselves on his slacks to remove the sweat from his palms. As much as you hated to wake up this early in the morning, you knew the views up from the tower would be gorgeous. Draco knew that the Astronomy Tower was, quite honestly, your favorite place to admire the landscape.

“Oh my..” Your body stopped in its tracks once the two of you reached the highest level of the tower. Your eyes couldn’t take in your surroundings fast enough it seemed.

It was as if every surface of the tower was covered in red roses. Somehow, someone must have placed hundreds of roses in vases, scattering them around almost every corner of the room. The light shining into the tower only amplified their beauty, it was as if each petal seemed to come alive as the sun continued to rise.

“D-Did you know these flowers were here?” You stuttered as you started to pace around the room slowly, your fingertips grazing upon almost every petal there was. Their beauty took your breath away.

“I did.” Draco bit his bottom slightly as he watched you, desperate to know your reaction. He couldn’t tell if you liked or hated them. “They’re for you, actually.”

Your eyes darted from the roses you were admiring to Draco, your body facing his. Although you were truly flattered, the idea of him doing all of this for you made your head spin with so many questions. You knew Draco Malfoy better than he may ever know himself, you had never seen him do anything this nice or extravagant for anyone before. 

“You said a couple of weeks ago that you wish spring would come along so you can watch the flowers bloom again. Of course, it’s only December, as we can all see.” Draco answered your question, a slight chuckle falling from his lips as he pointed outside of the tower. More snowflakes began to fall, covering the castle with even more snow.

“So, I thought to bring the flowers to you. And I only assumed you liked roses, from your bag.” His eyes went from watching the snowflakes outside to your bag that was decorated with tiny red roses around it. Since when did Draco notice something so mundane, like a new tote bag?

“I just.. don’t know what to say.” Your voice came out as a whisper. Him decorating the entire Astronomy Tower with roses, just because you said you missed the spring and summer flowers, was entirely insane. You couldn’t come up with the words, so all you could do was step forward to hug him tightly.

Within an instant, you felt Draco’s arms wrap around your waist, his head resting in the crook of your neck. He closed his eyes, smiling softly to himself out of relief and joy. He was relieved and happy that you had liked the surprise, but he knew what he must do, even though it terrified him.

“That’s not the end of the surprise.” He said as he slowly pulled away from the hug. All of a sudden, it was as the boy became aware of every heightened emotion he was feeling. “But I must do this properly..”

Your eyebrows raised as you watched him turn around, picking up one of the red roses from their vases. If you weren’t convinced you were dreaming at the moment, you would have sworn you saw a small bit of sweat on Draco’s forehead as he looked towards you.

“I-er..” He took a step forward towards you, any closer and your bodies would have made contact. With a deep breath to calm himself, he handed the rose to you. “Would you want to go to the Yule Ball with me, as more than just a friend?”

Your lips slightly parted as you took the rose from him. You had slowly been falling for your best friend for the past four years, but you had convinced yourself that the Slytherin Prince would never fall for you. For four years, you had thought that he would never settle for you, when every other girl in this school begged for him just to look their way.

Once you realized you had failed to give an answer, you closed your mouth and smiled in his direction. “I would love to, Draco.” You responded, stepping forward once more to close the gap between you two. You pressed your lips softly to his cheek.

When you pulled away, you realized that Draco’s cheeks were slightly pink as his eyes widened. You couldn’t help but laugh slightly at the sight. Draco Malfoy was notorious for being the calm, collected one of the two of you. Seeing him as, essentially, a nervous wreck over you caused that warmth to be felt in your chest again.

“Who would have thought I could make Draco Malfoy this nervous?” You joked, attempting to calm his apparent nerves.

“Who said I was nervous?” He scoffed just as playfully, grabbing a few more roses to hand to you. You took them in your hands, smelling their pleasant aroma as you followed him back down the staircase.

“Malfoy, you were just as red as these roses.”

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