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morning doves; park jisung

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summary ➣ Jisung makes sure to continue to be NCT’s new member, Y/N’s, safe place as he is set to join Jisung and the rest of NCT Dream for their newest season of 7llin’ in the Dream.

genre ➣ fluff​

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trip the light fantastic; park sunghoon

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summary ➣ The cruelty and cunning of star student and high school elite Park Sunghoon are nowhere to be seen as he falls helplessly for ‘his’ school’s new transfer, Y/N.

genre ➣ fluff

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pairing: niki x male reader genre: fluff word count: 225

you blink awake, sunlight pouring into your room through the blinds. sighing, you lean over to check the time. 11:43. you sigh, sitting up to stretch and glancing next to you. niki is still asleep, occasionally slightly twitching from his dream. you smile, hand ghosting against his jawline before you lean down to press a kiss against his nose. he stirs slightly but doesn't wake up, relaxing back into the pillows.

you pull the covers off and quietly get out of bed. grabbing a hoodie from the floor, you head to the kitchen to begin making breakfast. as you're preparing the food, two arms wrap around your waist and a familiar vanilla scent fills the room.

"is this my hoodie?" niki's voice is deeper and raspier from sleep.

"i guess so." you murmur, continuing to mix the batter. behind you, niki laughs, leaning to press a kiss to your shoulder.

"what time is it?" he asks. he doesn't move from his spot from behind you.

"almost noon." niki hums, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "waffles?" you nod. "wow, letting me sleep in and making me breakfast? i have the best boyfriend ever~"

you laugh, turning around to face him. "i think you've won that title." niki laughs, leaning down and pulling you into a quick kiss.

"i disagree," he murmurs. "it's definitely you."

hii I really love your acc and I saw that requests are open so I wanted to ask for an enha royalty au with king!sunghoon and consort!reader spending their morning together (bathing, breakfast, etc). sorry if this was too much lol, you can ignore it if you'd like! have a great day ♡

pairing: king!sunghoon x consort!gn!reader genre: fluff word count: 705

a/n: thank you so much for requesting !! this was kinda hard to write ngl but i loved this idea, i hope you like it :))

sunlight has just started to break through the curtains when you wake up. behind you, you can feel sunghoon’s arm still wrapped around your waist. your back is pressed against his chest. you shift a little, turning to face him. sunghoon has always looked so peaceful when he sleeps. during your quiet mornings together the tension relaxes from his shoulders and the stress of being solely responsible for an entire kingdom of people momentarily disappears, leaving only his small moles and pretty smile visible.

it isn’t bright enough to warrant waking sunghoon yet, so you take your free time to admire your lover. your finger traces along his sharp jawline and up to push his bangs out of his eyes. his unstyled hair feels soft against your fingers as you play with it. sunghoon stirs a little but doesn’t open his eyes, moving to lay closer to you. your hand moves from his hair down to the nape of his neck, tickling the skin. he flinches, laughing as he opens his eyes. he wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you back into his hold. 

“good morning,” he whispers. 

“morning,” you hum, getting out of bed despite sunghoon’s whines. “we need to get ready for the day.” he groans but sits up, following you out of bed and into the bathroom. 

something about bathing with sunghoon has always been so intimate. his fingers are gentle as they brush against your skin, massaging the soap into your hair. you let yourself relax at the feeling of his hands against your skin, relishing in the time you get to have alone with him. 

“you’re so handsome, y/n,” he whispers, washing your back. “so, so handsome. ‘m so glad you’re mine.” 

“it’s too early to be flirting with me like this,” you murmur, grateful that he isn’t able to see your face. 

“it’s never too early to fluster you,” he laughs. “it’s the highlight of my day.” you bite back a smile, turning around and instead focusing on rinsing the soap off of sunghoon’s back. 

you leave him to dry off alone, going back to your shared room to change into your clothes for the day. sunghoon is quick to follow, silently slipping his own coat onto his shoulders. he waits patiently for you to finish dressing yourself, styling your hair and fixing the cuffs of your own blazer. in the reflection of the mirror you use to adjust your hair, eyes focused on the ring that shines on your finger. he unconsciously plays with his own matching one, letting the giddiness of being married to the love of his life stay for the time being. in the morning silence he has nothing else to focus on. no one who needs his immediate attention. for now, he can focus on the way you continuously push a strand of hair out of your face, leaning closer to the mirror and squinting ever so slightly. 

when you notice him looking at you from the corner of your eye you quickly look away. sunghoon chuckles as he walks closer until he is standing behind you. he holds a hand out for you to take, pulling you to your feet. you let him twirl you around the room, hands intertwined as you dance to silent music. his laugh is enough to spur on your own, lost in your own little world. 

sunghoon pulls you close so you’re standing at eye level with his chest. you ignore the feeling of his breath against your cheek as you do the buttons of his blazer. sunghoon’s hands ghost against your hips as you smooth out the black fabric, adjusting the tassels that hang from his shoulders. once you finish, he leans down to pull you into a sweet kiss. “thank you, darling.” 

you reach up to push the fringe out of his eyes. “of course.” 

you’re interrupted by a tentative knock on your bedroom door, accompanied by the shaky voice of a servant. “your majesty, your meeting is set to begin in five minutes.” 

“thank you,” sunghoon silently dismisses her with a curt nod. he presses another fleeting kiss against your forehead, whispering a quick ‘i love you’ before finally leaving for the day. 

hello sidney, it’s an honor

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PRETTY BOY!

plot: niki swears he met the girl of his dreams at the convenience store late one night- however, his discovery proves to be misguided. the "girl" he likes is actually just a really pretty boy, and he's the main vocalist of the new and wildly popular boy group of four, X_CAPE.

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chapter one: you had one job

yn was in a frenzy trying to find something to cover his face when he took notice of someone's gaze on him.

he'd been too preoccupied with responding to a text after escaping from the dorm window to remember to put on a face mask, only realizing with a jolt at his destination much later. if by some unfortunate circumstance dispatch managed to spot him, management (and ivory) would be furious.

now, he assumes he looks very much an idiot as he hides in a corner of the convenience store, emptying his tote bag frantically in an attempt to find anything that might better obscure his identity. complaining about his shit luck is a habit at this point, but did he really have to be proven right again? christ on a cracker, it's so difficult to always be correct.

and to make things even worse, a guy just walked into the aisle while yn was dropping random shit- oh fuck, he's staring.

i'm so screwed.

yn rushes to regain his composure, gathering his belongings hurriedly and feeling brave enough to steal a glimpse at the other teen from his crouched position. (embarrassing, but how could he resist checking him out?) the boy's ogling him with wide eyes, soft hair curling out slightly from beneath his hood. he's tall and slim, and due to the mask he's wearing yn can't gauge his expression, but if he had to guess? he'd definitely say the dude's mouth is hanging open.

well, jesus. do i look that odd?

...wait, he's cute.

not allowing his thoughts to wander for too long, yn glances back down at the ground (still half-kneeling, mind you). either the cute boy had already recognized him, or was just intensely weirded out... so, two main options for the scenario at hand. one: risk it even more, ask for a spare mask and hope for the best, or two: don't, and hope for the best.

psh, yolo.

yn bounds to his feet in an instant, boldly striding up to the bewildered boy and silently praying he made the right choice. "hey, um. do you have another mask i could use?" jesus, this man is a fucking skyscraper.

he blinks once. twice. thrice? yn shifts, rubbing the back of his neck. "it's fine if you don't-"

"no, i think i uh- i- i might have, um..." he trails off quietly, patting down his pockets and leaving yn reeling inwardly. HIS VOICE BRO?!:((#!*&!1_! "i actually do." the teen lends the shorter a mask, and yn finds himself unable to contain his relief.

"oh my god, you're a lifesaver- thank you so, so much!" perhaps it's a little dramatic to clasp the stranger's hands in his, yet it barely occurs to the vocalist as he rushes away, leaving the lanky boy standing there flustered.

neither can tell why the other looks somewhat familiar, but for now there are tweets to be tweeted and thoughts to be thunk.

notes: begging u to ignore timestamps numbers and emojis I DONT HAVE AN IPHONE. esp pretend the times in the texts arent there cus its all fucked up. the writing is mediocre but i promise u itll get better... SAME FOR THE TEXTS. i had fun w it but i think i took it too long 😭😭 lmk what yall think... next update sundayy

taglist: @silkentides @nikikids @luveuly @totoroblop @winter-world

jun is so cute he's like a cat sitting on ur lap/laptop to forcibly stop you from working and take a break 😔🤍

Finals; Junhui

Jun helps you get over the stress of finals week. <3

Conatins: Male X Male, reader being stressed, mentions of harming yourself, mentions of family issues

VERY SHORT!

Genre: Fluff, slight angst but nothing too much

~Requested by anon~

A/N: Sorry it took so long again but here it is! Hope you enjoy reading as always. And i will probably do something special when i get 100 followers so stay tuned if i make it to 100! :D

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You felt yourself tapping your foot on the floor endlessly. You tried to consentrate on the book sitting infront of your face for the 3rd hour straight.

You couldn't even get words out of anything anymore because you were so tired. The thought of dropping out of school has crossed your mind way too many times than it should, but you never actually did it.

You knew that you had to get through it, otherwise your parents would be disappointed and your dad would tell everyone how "irresponsible and useless" you are if you actually dropped out.

You sighed once again and the urge to slam your forehead against the desk was high, but you managed to push that thought away.

You heard the door behind you being knocked on and after that it was opened. You slowly looked away from the desk and all the notes and stuff on it and when you did turn around, you saw your boyfriend standing at the door, looking rather tired himself, even tho he usuallu looks like that.

"What's up?" You asked and turned back to try and get something out of the notes that you had written "It's already 1am.. You should get some sleep too." Jun said as he stepped inside the room fully, walking closer to you.

"I can't yet. I have to study"

Jun sighed deeply. "You have already studied for atleast 6 hours. Have you remembered to eat at all today?" He questioned with his eyebrow raised.

"No. I mean i ate some chips like..." You check the clock "4 hours ago?" Jun sighs once again and looks at you reading something. You looked so tired and Jun couldn't bare to look at you like this.

He turned off your computer and closed all books on the table, not bothering to ask you anything else when he picked you up from the chair, bridal style "Hey! What are you-" "Shh. I can't let you overwork yourself like this." He said with a smile on his lips as he walked downstairs with you in his arms "I can walk on my own, you know?" You said and let out a laugh.

"But i want to carry my prince~" Jun said back teasingly and set you on one of the chairs in the kitchen. "I will prepare you some midnight snack and then we will go to bed and cuddle" He said in a demanding yet playful tone, and you knew that you couldn't say no to him now.

You nodded slightly and smiled up at him as he started to prepare a cup of ramen for the both of you.

He got the cups of ramen done and he handed you your own "Eat now. You need energy so you can study tomorrow again." He said as he started to eat his ramen. You laughed a little and started eating too. "You worry too much! I'm able to study after this too. I don't need sleep that much" You tried to argue but it was like everything you said fell on deaf ears. "No, no and no. You will get to bed with me and have a good nights rest. You can study tomorrow." He said in a childish tone and you couldn't help but smile "Finee~ If you insist." You whined.

After you were both done with your ramen, he walked over to you and reached his hand out, so you could grab it. You smiled up at him and grabbed his hand tightly and he started to take you to the bedroom

"Put on your pyjamas and then come here" He said as he patted the bed and climbed on it

You went to change and after you were done, you went next to Jun, cuddling against his warm body "This... is nice" You said as you felt your eyelids get heavy from all the studying.

"I know my love. It is nice to have you in my arms, knowing that you are safe with me." He said in a comforting and calm tone while he hugged you tightly against him.

You closed your eyes slowly as you drifted off to sleep with the spund of his heartbeat.

"I love you~" He whispered and went to sleep too.

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It's quite short and i'm not sure if it's what you wanted but it's a Jun fic so it doesn't matter so much because we love Jun!

Stay safe and i hope that you all will have a great day/night or whatever it is in your country right now!

mouthful.

young!president snow x gn!reader - smut

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Anonymous asked: Heya!! I really liked teeth and it sort of inspired me dkfjdkfk I was wondering if you‘d be down to write a small smutty oneshot for young president snow x trophyspouse!reader where Coryo leaves a lot of hickeys and bitemarks on their neck to sort of show that they’re his and only his. pls feel free to make it dubcon teee heeee

warnings: smut (mdni), dub-con, bite marks, hickeys, possessive Coryo, penetrative sex (vague), not proofread

author's note: thank you for requesting!! had fun writing this one hehe

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Several layers of lavishly plush blankets and pillows litter the large bed you're sprawled out on. It's the bed you and Coryo share and he decided it had to be ridiculously big, offering far too much space for just two people. A deep red canopy surrounds it, which you're staring up into at this very moment.

Your legs ache from being on your feet the entire day. Fortunately, Coryo is usually the one that does all the talking because if you had to speak with any of the snobs of the Capitol's upper class for longer than a minute you'd probably choke yourself to death. You just stand there, hands wrapped around his arm, looking sweet and alluring.

Some people though, seem to interpret that as a sort of invitation to try and woo you. As if their attempt to get into president snow's spouse's pants wouldn't result in nothing more than getting themselves poisoned.

Not that you've made the connection, of course, but there is a sliver of suspicion nibbling away at the outskirts of your mind.

Today was no different. A tall and, admittedly, handsome young man sat down next to you. With one hand on your arm and a smug smile, he inquired about your name. You chuckled at his brashness, making sure he understood that your last name is Snow.

It didn't seem to deter him, though. He continued to let his fingers trail down the length of your arm, playing with the bracelets adorning your wrist.

You shot down any attempt of his to flirt with you, mainly for his sake, because you feared what your dear husband would do to him.

Positioned at the opposite end of the room, Coryo was meant to be conversing with a few of the gamemakers, but instead, his icy stare was boring holes into the back of the unfortunate fellow's head.

When the stranger dared to grasp your chin between his index and thumb, even after you'd pulled away from his advances multiple times, Coryo jumped up. With quick, powerful strides he'd made his way over to the two of you. You silently begged him not to hurt the man, fear glistening in your eyes.

Coryo simply placed his hand on the side of your face, making you look up at him before placing a quick but fervent kiss on your lips. He positioned himself behind the chair you were sitting on, his hands sliding down to settle on your shoulders. You just wanted to rest your poor legs, nothing more.

"Please introduce me to your friend here, sweetheart. I don't believe we've met yet." His tone seemed pleasant but there were clear undercurrents of tension and malice to it. Thinly veiled bloodlust.

The man stood up, holding out his hand for Coryo to shake, not even faltering in his audacity. "Ferric Blacaw. It's an honour to meet you, president Snow." He sing-songed, an infuriating smirk on his face.

You felt Coryo's grip tighten on your shoulders and even without looking at him, you could tell one of his eyes was twitching.

In a way, it was strangely humorous to watch someone so blatantly disrespect the president, even if he’s your husband. Maybe he didn't know? How would that even be possible? Some people just like the idea of seducing president Snow‘s little trophy spouse to knock him off his high horse. He’s not known for being a humble leader, after all.

You watch the door to the adjoining bathroom creak open, flooding the dim bedroom with its cool light. Coryo steps out from behind it, lingering by the frame as he studies your figure for a few seconds. His face is shrouded by darkness but you can still tell that his expression is grim.

"Everything alright?" You ask. He's been eerily quiet since you both stormed out of that party and you can't help but worry about what must be going on inside his head. You've come to understand that Coryo is quick to spiral, far from a rational thinker. One day, there’ll come a time where you won’t be able to soothe his temper anymore and you’ll have to pay for it.

Without responding, he quietly closes the door behind him and walks over to the bed. You sit up, shuffling to the side to make space for him to climb into it next to you. However, instead of joining you, he reaches forward to grab hold of your ankle and pulls you back towards him.

You let out a surprised yelp.

He moves to climb on top of you, caging you between his arms and pushing his hips in between your legs and forcing them apart. Your breath hitches at the action, wrapping your hands around his forearms to steady yourself.

"Coryo, I'm a little tired. I don't think-..." He presses his lips to yours, this time with far more fervor and drive than at the public gathering before. The way his tongue eagerly slides against your own reminiscent of the voracity of a starving man, but this was a furious man.

When he pulls away, you're met with dark, menacing eyes - his pupils blown wide open. "Don't ever disrespect me like that again." He seethes.

Dread settles in your stomach, like a massive boulder plummeting into deep water. "I tried to tell him." You frantically explain. "He wouldn't leave me alone. I was about to walk away when you interfered, I promise."

Your efforts are in vain. Once he's in this sort of mental space, it's difficult to talk him back out of it. Except that he's never laid hands on you like this before today.

His expression doesn't falter. A pathetic whine escapes your lips as he grinds down on your crotch instead.

"Coryo, please-..." You whimper, his brash demeanor sending shivers down your spine. The manner in which he's pinning you down is far more aggressive than usual. You're completely at his mercy.

He latches onto the soft skin of your throat, dragging his unbearably hot tongue along the curve of it before harshly biting down. You cry out, begging him to at least go easy on you.

Despite your pitiful little protests, he litters your skin with several, deep hickeys. Making sure to go over every single bruised spot multiple times for good measure.

Purple just looks so pretty on you.

Tears well up in your eyes, the sharp pain of his teeth sinking into your tender flesh mixing with pleasure.

Shame jabs at the nape of your neck when a sickly-sweet sort of arousal pools in your lower stomach. You're scared, but there's a part of you that's thoroughly enjoying this, which terrifies you even more.

He rolls his hips into yours once again, eliciting a shameful moan from you when he grinds down on that sweetspot.

You let your hands travel up his arms, clinging onto the lean muscles of his biceps before digging into the wide expanse of his shoulders.

The amount of heat radiating off him makes your head spin, turning your mind into mush. Steady waves of pleasure wash over your body, and you've almost forgotten why you tried to dissuade him in the first place.

He's devouring you - literally.

His eyes gleam with an animalistic glee as he admires his work, the bruises and welts left by his teeth adorning your throat. You watch helplessly as his expression grows hungrier, his mouth twitching as the urge to taste you again overpowers any rational thought in his head.

He gently wipes your tears away, his thumb lingering on your jawline and caressing it oh so sweetly.

"Don't cry, baby." He cooes. "I'm just marking what's mine, okay? They won't bother you anymore." He purrs before pressing a soothing kiss to your hairline. Countless praises fall from his lips and you’d almost believe them were it not for the near murderous intention with which he regards you.

You just nod at him, face red and flustered as you're left with an intense, shameful need to feel him fill you up. He's more than happy to grant your wish, especially when you ask him to fuck you stupid in such a needy way. Sniffling and mewling when he manhandles you into a more comfortable position.

He loves how easy it is to reduce you to a desperate, whimpering mess with just his mouth. Relishing the way you tremble and come undone on his tongue over and over again. His velvety lips like heaven as he kisses your thighs.

It's his fingers digging into your hips, leaving behind all the more bruises as he mercilessly thrusts into you. His pace rough and unforgiving. He’s punishing you, putting you in your place for daring to speak to anyone other than him.

Any lingering twinge of jealousy and anger dissipate when you call out his name so religiously. His name. His intoxicating mouth traveling down your body to nip at your chest, declaring his complete and utter devotion to you as he whispers against your skin. It’s far from unconditional love, and you’re smart enough not to fall for his lies but it’s nice to pretend sometimes. And even if you wanted to, he would never let you just up and leave him.

He presses his forehead to yours, a slew of curses and breathy groans escaping his lips. As he watches your eyes roll back, your chest pressing up into his, and his name crossing the holy threshold of your mouth one last time as if it were a prayer, he finds peace.

He’s your god and you’re calling out to him.

He follows suit shortly after, biting down on your shoulder as he spills deep inside of you.

It's him who makes you writhe and sob from overstimulation. His teeth littering your delicate skin with ugly, violent marks for everyone to see. If they didn’t understand that you’re his, and only his, already, then they will after tonight. That’s for sure.

May the universe have mercy on any fool brazen enough to still attempt and charm you.

He is the only one allowed to defile you like this. For as long as he lives, he will make sure that no one dares ever lay their disgusting hands on you again because you belong to him in every way.

You're a Snow.

You are his and only his.

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17.12.2023