#mx x reader

[taexual]

monsta x / fake dating

warning: bullet points because it’s the only thing stopping me from writing 7 full-length fics. these are still long, though. lower-case intended.

requested by @sweeticeream​​.

↣ shownu

frankly, you probably didn’t know hyunwoo well enough to ask him this, but he was the only guy friend you had (even if you only knew him for a little less than 4 months)

when you brought the idea of fake-dating up to him, he was very ?? about it

why don’t you just date someone (him) for real?

you regretted bringing this up as soon as you saw the confusion in his eyes

so you went into a whole frenzy, trying to justify your decision to fake-date, all so you wouldn’t come off as crazy as you felt

and after you started to explain it more, he got far too lost in the passion in your eyes, so he just said yes

sure, he’ll pretend to be your date to this family event in exchange for good food and great company

which meant home-made dishes and an endless stream of grandmothers, exclaiming “who’s this handsome young man?!” whenever he walked into the room with you

it was a nice ego boost and he got to hold your hand the whole night, which was nice, too (because you had soft skin, that’s all, no other reason whatsoever)

you weren’t worried about what would happen once the night ended because your family only got together once every decade

but by a stroke of disaster, four of your cousins (some of them twice removed; you’d never even seen them before tonight) announced they were getting married later this year

and, of course, they hoped you and hyunwoo would come to the wedding

the two of you smiled and nodded and acted in love

but as soon as the night ended, you told hyunwoo he didn’t have to come to any other event with you

there was only so much food you could bribe him with before you started to feel awful for dragging him here

but hyunwoo gave you a look and replied, completely seriously, “i don’t know what you’re talking about, i had a nice time tonight. your family’s great.”

that definitely made you feel less terrible when you asked him, “so you wouldn’t mind going to one of those weddings with me as my fake-boyfriend?”

you laughed as you said it, trying to make it seem more like a joke than a serious suggestion, so he wouldn’t feel bad about having to turn you down

but hyunwoo didn’t feel bad in the slightest when he said, “oh, no. i would mind.”

so, that was that, then

“oh, well, it’s okay. i told you, you don’t have to go with me—”

“i want to go with you as your actual boyfriend.”

yeah, fuck it. he may not have been able to look at you as he said it, but he didn’t really see a point to fake-date you when really dating you seemed like a much better alternative

↣ wonho

it was supposed to be mutually beneficial for you both

a classic let’s-pretend-to-date-to-make-our-exes-jealous plot

and then somewhere along the way, hoseok kind of forgot that this was supposed to be all pretend?

he’d keep on holding your hand even when it was just you two in the room

or he’d still kiss your cheek when he stood up from the couch to grab something, even though there was no one to prove a point to

and okay, at first, you didn’t realize there was anything wrong with that

but then you ran into your ex without hoseok around, and he asked, “so where’s your boyfriend?”

and you didn’t even care about the envy in his voice as you told him about how much hoseok had been working lately and how you hadn’t gotten to see him a lot

and there it was

the realization that you really cared more about spending time with hoseok than about making your ex jealous

god, it was so awkward bringing this up to hoseok, though

“so, hey, do you think it worked?” you asked him that same night once your conversation (sort of) turned to your exes

he wasn’t following, “what do you mean?”

cringing now, you tried to make this sound less childish, “well, you know. getting a reaction out of—”

“oh, that.”

silence

honestly, for a minute there, you worried hoseok was about to say that it had worked and that he was back together with his ex now

but then he just chuckled nervously and admitted, “honestly, i’ve kind of forgotten all about that.”

oh, well okay, but what does that mean????

your heart feels like it’s about to leap out of your chest as you wait for him to say something else

something that would, hopefully, make the state of your relationship a little more clear

but then hoseok just went, “so, how do you feel about ordering pizza tonight? my fridge is empty,” and that was it

so, yeah, idk, i guess you’re dating for real now? 🤷🏻‍♀️

↣ minhyuk

honestly, this was supposed to be just a joke

everyone always kept teasing you about how you spent so much time together, “it was time you started to date”

so minhyuk finally just shrugged, took your hand in his, and declared, “we already are”

it was mostly meant to make your friends uncomfortable

like, okay, they couldn’t stop teasing you about how close you were? then you’ll show them just how much closer you could be

but although your friends did squirm, and their teasing did turn into complaining within a few days of this

you felt like you were the one who felt the weirdest

because, fine, when it came down to it, maybe you did have a little crush on minhyuk

it was barely there, though!

you never even thought of it as a serious crush, you just found him attractive is all

but then he was suddenly glued to your side, always touching, always smiling and glancing over at you

and yeah, it’s definitely a crush now

and thing is, this doesn’t feel fake!

minhyuk went out of his way with the pda, all to make your friends cringe

but did he really have to call and text you every night before going to sleep just to say goodnight and wish you sweet dreams??

did he really have to remember every little thing that you’ve ever told him, even if you couldn’t remember saying it??

alright, to be fair, minhyuk realized he didn’t need to do those things, he was just taking full advantage of his position as your fake-boyfriend

and your friends’ teasing had not been baseless; clearly, there was something there between you and him

so, somewhere along the way, the fake dating seamlessly morphed into serious dating

your friends hadn’t even realized that “he’s my boyfriend” used to be a joke, but now you were no longer kidding

except, at times, when minhyuk was using his boyfriend status as an excuse to drag you to a yet another dreadfully boring event with him

he’d always use the boyfriend card

“how can you say no to me, Your Boyfriend™??”

and you’d always remind him, “well, technically, you never asked me out on a date, so i don’t know where you’re getting this from”

he’d give you a look and a sarcastic laugh

but he wasn’t too wounded by this because he was too busy wondering if you’d still say the same thing when he eventually used the “since i’m your boyfriend” technique to ask you to spend the rest of your life with him

↣ kihyun

okay, now, you weren’t supposed to start fake-dating

you just happened to be standing next to each other at a party when the guy who was relentlessly hitting on you the entire night, walked by and did a double-take

he stopped in front of you two, scratched his chin thoughtfully, and then said, very accusingly, “you should have told me you didn’t want to go on a date with me because you already had a boyfriend”

(really, you didn’t want to go on a date with him because he was a disgusting pig, but whatever gets him through the night)

and kihyun – who’s, really, more of a friend-of-a-friend than a boyfriend to you – was already opening his mouth to refute this

until you grabbed his hand and whispered a hushed, “why don’t we let him believe that?”

and you obviously didn’t mean that as a prank

kihyun could tell from the look in your eyes that you needed this guy to finally get lost, you weren’t just joking around

so he cleared his throat, got his hand out from your grip and placed it around your shoulders, bringing you closer

and then he stuck his chin out at the guy, “yeah, she has a boyfriend.”

partially cringing, you glared at the guy one more time – not that it did much; he was immune to all deadly looks – and he finally shrugged and walked away

you thanked kihyun, apologized, stammered awkwardly for another minute, and walked away, hoping to simmer in mortification somewhere else

preferably at a place where this cute boy, who just pretended to be your boyfriend, couldn’t see you

but, not even fifteen minutes later, your friends were collectively hitting you on your shoulders and back, all yelling over each other

you hunched over and took a few precautionary steps forwards to escape their assault, before giving them a bewildered look

“what the hell happened????”

finally, one of your friends gave you an explanation: “how dare you bring your boyfriend to the party and not introduce us?”

you were still staring at your friends with wide eyes, and you were genuinely starting to worry about the contents of their cocktails because they knew you didn’t have a boyfriend

“people just overheard you reject some asshole because you were here with your boyfriend,” another friend said. “they saw you hugging.”

oh. well

“he wasn’t—i was just—”

but you caught sight of the same asshole out of the corner of your eye, and, suddenly, you weren’t so sure if it was a good idea to admit to lying

“yeah,” you ended up saying, a defeated sigh following shortly after. “he’s my boyfriend. i’ll introduce you later.”

“why don’t you do it now?” a voice asked, nearly making you jump out of your skin

kihyun – the king of showing up at the right place, at the right time – was smiling as he stood next to you

your friends, of course, proceeded to pounce on you (that’s how they show love)

and it took you another half an hour to get kihyun alone to ask him why, in the name of god, would he carry on pretending to be your boyfriend?

and he’s been so composed the whole night, but suddenly he’s an awkward mess

“i don’t know,” he admitted, “maybe that’s the only way i knew how to ask you out on a real date.”

you both knew that there were many easier ways to do that, but you had to admit two things

one, you kind of have no choice but to say yes now, since everyone already thinks you’re dating

and two, the butterflies in your stomach have been rioting ever since kihyun introduced himself as your boyfriend that first time, so it would be good for your health to go on a real date with him. you know, to stop all the fluttering and the shaking of your heart

↣ hyungwon

hyungwon got you into the fake-dating mess by accident

he’d been trying to impress his new manager because he felt like he really deserved a promotion

but no matter what he did, the guy seemed to hate him

and then one time during lunch, hyungwon happened to start a conversation about music, and he discovered that the manager was into the same indie band as he was

he milked the hell out of this, mentioning every obscure song he could remember, and he could almost see the points he was gaining with the manager

he even ended up being called up to his office at the end of the day

“this will sound weird, but are you seeing anyone right now?” the manager asked

hyungwon genuinely thought he gave off the wrong impression and even glanced at the sexual harassment awareness posters on the wall of the office

but then the manager explained, “i have four tickets to the band’s concert this friday. we could go on a double-date.”

and, because this was his promotion on the line, hyungwon stammered, “uh… yes, i am seeing someone… a concert sounds great.”

cut to you getting a panicked phone call from hyungwon several hours later, demanding that you cancel your plans for friday night and pretend to be his girlfriend to impress his manager

eh, you like the band anyway, and hyungwon was a good friend, even if you never really saw him romantically, so why not

but, like in any classic rom-com, after spending the night exaggerating hyungwon’s positive qualities (in a subtle way, of course), you came to realize that, huh, maybe you did see him as a romantic interest? kind of? a little bit?

it was just nice how he kept holding you all throughout the concert, so he wouldn’t lose you in the crowd of people

and it was nice how he walked you home and checked on you even after his manager and his girlfriend had left the two of you alone

and it was also nice—alright, fine, you had a proper crush on hyungwon now

you assumed he’d done most of those things that night because he wanted to leave a positive impression on his manager

but then hyungwon got that promotion (the concert played a part in that for sure), and he invited you to celebrate at his house

and you showed up, thinking it was going to be a party for all of his friends, but it was just him, a bottle of wine, and two glasses

so you got worried that maybe you showed up too early, but hyungwon shook his head, “no, you’re right on time. wine?”

“uh… shouldn’t we wait for everyone else?”

“there’s no one else,” he said, his hands shaking as he unscrewed the cork. “it’s just you.”

oh, okay, then

now your heart was shaking and what-not, that’s great

“i wanted to thank you,” he said after he finally managed to pour wine into your glasses and onto the counter. “if it weren’t for you, i wouldn’t have gotten this promotion.”

“that’s not true, you’re a great employee and you deserve this.”

hyungwon appreciated you saying that, but he looked down and deflected, “you know, this promotion had been something that i was looking forward to for the past few months. until the night we went to that concert.”

you waited for him to continue, but his mouth was too dry, so he took a big gulp of his wine before he even finished the toast

(was this even a toast? oh god, he couldn’t understand what he was doing)

“t-that night,” he tried to continue, “i realized that i’m looking forward to seeing you again more than i’m looking forward to getting promoted. i was absolutely ready to go on a dozen more double-dates with you before i got that promotion.”

“i thought we’d have to do that, too, to be honest,” you interjected with a chuckle, alleviating the atmosphere slightly

“yeah?” hyungwon was glad to hear that. “i’m really, kind of, sad that we didn’t have to do that.”

quietly (because you didn’t dare to start drinking your wine yet, so you lacked the courage), you admitted, “me too.”

oh now he was positively vibrating and he had to set his glass of wine down as he braced himself

“why don’t we go on an actual date? no promotions to look forward to this time, just each other’s company.”

he looked like he was going to combust in three, two—

but you saved him by replying right away, “yeah. i’d like that.”

↣ jooheon

you and jooheon both wanted some peace and quiet when you went out with your friends, who all knew that the two of you were single, and kept setting you up with various people in the bar

so you suggested telling your friends that you both had already found relationships

“they’ll never believe it unless they see our partners,” jooheon pointed out

“okay,” you nodded, admitting the mistake. it only took you a second to come up with a better plan, though, “then how about we tell them we’re dating each other?”

he watched you for a minute, his eyebrows furrowed

“that is the dumbest thing i’ve ever heard,” he said then. “let’s do it.”

dumb or not, it worked

finally, you were able to relax, unwind, and get wasted on a friday night without being introduced to a new stranger every two drinks

it was a dream come true

and it worked like an excuse in other settings as well!

you don’t feel like attending another company dinner? “sorry, my boyfriend’s taking me out tonight, it’s our anniversary.”

jooheon hates his pretentious neighbour, so he needs an excuse to say no to his party? “sorry, got plans with my girlfriend this weekend.”

funnily enough, no one ever called either of you out on your bullshit

your co-workers had seen jooheon pick you up from work countless times

and all of jooheon’s neighbours knew you were the only person left who still had a spare key to his apartment (after a very unfortunate incident involving minhyuk, the notebook for jooheon’s lyrics, and a forgotten candle “for ambiance”, when jooheon was out of town)

nor you, nor jooheon had enough time for a serious relationship, and your fake-relationship never interfered with casual dating (since it all tended to end after one date)

so it was all fun and games

until your friends started asking, “so when are you going to propose?” and you realized this had been going on for a long time

jooheon, who was so used to his role as your fake-boyfriend, didn’t even skip a beat as he said, “when the time is right”

but the question rang in both of your heads for the rest of the night

when your taxi stopped outside of jooheon’s house at the end of the night, you got out with him because he was usually the type of drunk who could fall asleep in an elevator if left unsupervised

so, to save him the embarrassment – and also, to save you a trip back and forth between your houses – you tended to sleep in his guest room on friday nights

“you know what would be funny?” you asked him as the two of you took the elevator to his floor, “if we told our friends that we weren’t actually dating this whole time.”

jooheon chuckled, seemingly agreeing that this really would be funny

“you know what would be even funnier?” he responded, his speech still slurred from the alcohol. “if we actually started to date.”

you laughed, nodding, because that really would be even funnier

but then once jooheon was in bed and you prepared to head to the guest room, he suddenly grabbed your hand, stopping you

“so what time should i pick you up next week?” he asked

he never picked you up for anything, so you were understandably confused, “for what?”

“for our date,” he explained.

“oh, to pull the prank of the year?” you asked, chuckling. “first, we pretended to date, and then we actually started to date. but, actually, it’s all one big—”

“no,” jooheon disagreed, his eyes drooping, but his grip on your hand remaining firm. “this won’t be a prank. it’ll be a date. for real, this time.”

↣ i.m

he needed to get his family off his back (in the kindest way possible, of course)

there were only so many “it’s time for you to get married, why don’t i arrange a blind date for you?” a person could take

and you’d been his best friend for years, so hey, can you lend your friend a hand? you won’t even have to do anything

or so he said

you agreed because, according to changkyun, he’d just tell his family that you were his girlfriend, and you wouldn’t actually have to go to any dinners, or any parties whatsoever

how utterly and completely dumb this was!!!!!!

you run in the same circles, of course you were going to run into his family in town

their congratulatory hugs weren’t even the worst part (but it was still awkward, and you made a mental note to strangle kyun later)

the worst part was the “i knew you two kids would get together eventually!” comments

you felt like you were disappointing his family because you weren’t actually dating, and that felt a lot like disappointing your real family

it was crushing

you’d had such a good relationship with changkyun’s whole family, they were your second home

and now you were lying to them

so you didn’t think you were exaggerating when you sent changkyun a gentle “prepare to die” message once you managed to escape his relatives

he had a solution, though (at least, he thought he did)

“okay, so how’s this, then – we date for real?”

???????

he’d been your best friend for so long, you struggled to think of him as anything else

but it was also a defence mechanism in a way? you used to have the biggest crush on changkyun when you first became friends, so you needed to find a way to suppress these feelings

“changkyun,” you began seriously, “do you really think dating you would traumatize me less than my fear of disappointing your family?”

he watched you for a minute, the insult buffering, and then sent a pillow flying right at your head

“i’m saying i want you to go out with me, dumbass.”

you tried to duck, but still got swatted on the back of your head with the pillow as you asked, “why?”

he laughed humourlessly (and nervously) and then rolled his eyes, “gee, i don’t know, maybe because i don’t want you to feel bad about lying to my family, you sensitive wuss. or maybe because i genuinely have feelings for you, i don’t know.”

you were about to toss the pillow back at him, but then stopped

swallowing hard, you asked, “so which is it?”

“i can’t even breathe right now, which do you think it is?”

you were the one rolling your eyes this time, “can’t you just say it like a normal person, you asshole?”

“it’s already obvious, dimwit.”

“are you seriously only insulting me because you can’t tell me you like me? that’s lame, even for a nerd like you.”

he was groaning in exasperation at this point, “what else do you want me to do? you’re the most oblivious person i’ve ever met. and i don’t like you, you big idiot. i’m pretty sure i’m in love with you.”

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[blizzardfluffykpop]

Silly One

Summary: Making a late-night ingredient grocery trip together, leads to a snowball fight.

Oneshot

Fluff, Established Relationship au

Word Count: 1,848 

Changkyun (I.M) X Reader

[Mentions: Kihyun]

Requested: heya! how does prompt 11 with monsta x changkyun sound? —--- im thinking maybe he starts a spontaneous snowball fight because reader did or said something astronomically dumb, or vice versa, or something else along those lines. up to you! happy writing~ looking forward to it ^_^

Prompt: 11. "Snowball fight!"

[A/n: Thank you @zedwards for helping me further envision what you wanted to read! It was a lot sweeter and softer with your ideas! I hope you enjoy this!]

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You’re sitting on the couch, starting to grow bored of the TV series you're watching. You look over to see Changkyun take off his headphones, taking a break from his game, and he says, “The boys are tired of gaming.” You nod, looking at the clock. It’s seven at night, and you smile as you see his eyes light up, “You know what we’ve never done?” You tilt your head at him, waiting for him to continue, and he smiles, “What do you say to us making cookies and fudge together, tonight?” You gasp, “We’ve never done that!” He stands up from his chair, and you get off the couch, pausing your show that was boring you to tears. You follow him into the kitchen and find the cookbooks. “What kind?” “Let’s go with two that are easy.” You nod, and both of you look through the recipes, “Oh, what about chocolate chip cookies?” He nods and shows you a recipe for chocolate fudge. You grin, “Oh, this is only five ingredients. It will be quick!” He nods, and you flip another page in yours. 

While he starts pulling everything out for it, he gasps, “We don’t have two.” You pout as you look up from your cookbook, “What do we have right now?” He shows you the nearly full containers of sugar and vanilla he pulled out. You move past him to search for other ingredients and find you have enough flour for the cookies. You check the fridge, “Oh, I guess we're going on a grocery trip first.” He hums, and you write down a list of everything that the two of you would need to bake. You follow him out the door, and he goes, “Do you think we need the car?” You shake your head, “It’s just going to be cans and some boxes.” You both walk to the store hand in hand. And he pulls you close to him every time a cold gust of snowy wind hits you. 

You both walk the isles and sigh, “You’d think it’d say baking goods on the signs.” You look down, not even scanning them, and he giggles as he goes, “It does.” You quickly look up to see the aisle you were about to pass, says, “Baking goods, oil, sugar, and coffee.” You shake your head, “Well, at least you saw it.” He laughs and leads you down the aisle, and he gets the cocoa from the top shelf as you find the correct chocolate chips. He asks, “Semi-sweet, right?” You nod and see it in the middle, “Big bag or little?” “Big bag, the best part of chocolate chip cookies is the chocolate chips.” You laugh as you agree, and he grabs two cans of sweetened condensed milk. While you get the baking powder and soda. 

You head to the refrigerated aisle and grab some butter and eggs, “Nothing else, right?” He shakes his head, “We have enough salt in our shakers.” You agree, and you take it to the cashier, and they ring you up, and you pay for the total. And then you both begin the walk home, “Oh, the snow stopped coming down, that’s nice.” He agrees, “But there’s more snow on the ground.” 

As you pass by the park, covered in blankets of snow. He goes, “You know how I grabbed sweetened condensed milk?” You nod, “Yeah.” He laughs as he tells you, “It was maybe a year ago now, but I used to think it was just solid milk in a can… Like the consistency of like pudding or jello or something like that.” You stop walking, confused, “What?” He shrugs, “What?” You ask, “You’ve never heard of people using it in their coffee or something like that?” He shakes his head, stopping in his tracks, too, “I drink my coffee black, and I’ve never watched a baking show.” You laugh, “Oh yeah, I forgot you’re weird like that. No sweetener, just coffee.” He pouts and says, “I am not weird. Almost everyone likes it like that!” You shake your head, “Uh, no? Have you ever heard of a frappuccino?” He rolls his eyes, and you gasp, “You rolled your eyes!” He sticks his nose up in the air, acting all high and mighty, “You’re just jealous 'cause you can’t drink it straight.” You set the groceries down while he’s still looking up, form a snowball, and pelt him with it. 

He gasps, looking down at the snow still on his jacket before locking eyes with you and dropping his bags down. You smirk and toss another ball in your hands, ready to throw before hitting his arm this time. “Oh, it’s on!” And he makes a snowball with ease and throws one back. You cackle as you yell, “Snowball fight!” The more you throw, the further you get from the groceries. You scream as he hits you with another snowball before throwing one back at him and missing. He cackles, and you scowl before grabbing another wad of snow and forming it before throwing it, this time landing and hitting his shoulder. He doesn’t miss with either of his snowballs, hitting you near the collar and on the side of the jacket. For every snowball you throw, he throws one back. 

Your fingers start feeling numb, so you give up after throwing another snowball at him. You sit down as the snowball lands in front of his shoes. He throws one back at you as you sit down and misses you completely. You giggle at the failed attempt before calling for a truce. He says it back as he walks towards you. And he leans down in front of you. You go, “Huh?” And he lifts your chin up and kisses you. If your cheeks weren’t rosy from the cold weather, they certainly were now. When he pulls away, he tells you, “That was fun.” You agree, and he goes, “Doesn’t it make sense for condensed milk to be solid?” You laugh, “It kind of does.” 

He smiles as he helps you up, and you ask, “You want to walk back home now?” He nods, and you both walk back to the grocery bags, “It didn’t seem like we were that far from them.” He laughs, “I didn’t think so either.” You trudge through the snow, and he goes, “You don’t think I’m weird for drinking black coffee, do you?” you shake your head, “No, I was just teasing. I think it’s cool that you do. I like my coffee with sweetener. And one of the sweeteners I’ve used around you is condensed milk. That’s why I was shocked that you’ve never seen me do so.” He laughs, “Oh! I thought that was canned milk.” You shake your head in disbelief, “While that may exist somewhere, I definitely get it from the jug.” He laughs, and as you pick up your groceries, you go, “You’re so silly. I love you so much.” He grins, “You are too! I love you so much, (Y/n).” You smile and kiss him before you both walk back to your apartment. 

As you set the groceries down and measure everything out, he asks, “Have you ever made cookies or fudge by yourself?” You shake your head ‘no’, “Do you mind if I call Ki?” You sigh in relief, “I was hoping you’d ask.” He laughs, which makes you laugh as he calls him up. He puts Kihyun on speaker after saying their hellos, “Yeah, Ki, we’re going to make cookies and fudge. Anything we should know?” He goes, “I don’t bake much, but please watch the pot and don’t turn the heat on high for the fudge.” You agree, and he continues, “And please, check that you’ve cooked the cookies before you turn off the oven.” “How do we do that?” He sighs, “You have to stick a knife into one of the cookies and make sure nothing gooey sticks to it. And if they’re golden brown, take them out.” You agree and make mental notes before thanking him, “Be careful, you two.” You hum, and he goes, “We will. I’ll see you on the weekend?” He goes, “Yeah, I’ll see you then! Take care!” You both tell him you will before he hangs up. 

You follow the other instructions to a T, adding in Kihyun’s instructions like they were sprinkles as you make the fudge and chocolate chip cookies. He pours more than half of the bag of chocolate chips into the batter and stirs it in as you plop them onto the tray. It sounds like rocks hitting metal, not like cookie dough landing on foil. You laugh, “How many did you put in?” He grins, “Enough to have one in every microbite.” You cackle, and he puts the first tray in. 

You make the fudge while you both wait, and he butters the pan as you stir it continuously for a minute. When it comes to a boil, you turn off the heat and pour it into the pan. You put it into the fridge, “We have to wait fifteen minutes to cut it, then we get to eat it in thirty.” He pouts, “That’s so long…” You agree, and a few minutes later, the first tray of cookies comes out perfect, just as Kihyun said, except for the chocolate coating the knife. You trade out the trays and sit down while you wait. “Are you excited for our first homemade desserts together?” He smiles, “More than.” 

You come back in when the bell rings, and you cut the fudge up as he places the small tray of chocolate chip cookies in. You put the fudge back in the fridge, and he pulls off a cookie for each of you off the first tray. You bite into it, and it tastes like a chocolatey heaven, with subtle hints of cookie. “Oh, these are so good.” He grins, and you both tap your cookies together, “We have to make these again!” He nods, and you both eat off the warm tray, waiting for the last round of cookies to finish and for the fudge to set.

When the fudge and cookies are done, he puts all the cookies into a jar, saving the hottest cookies for the two of you to eat. You put a few pieces of fudge for the both of you on a plate and hand him one to try after he gets the last cookie in the jar. You both try it at the same time. You gasp, and he exclaims, “Ohh, sweetened condensed milk for the win!” You cackle as you finish your fudge, he plates the hot cookies. And the two of you head into the living room to eat more of the treats you made. He cheers, “I’m proud of us!” You grin, “I am too! Our first baking session together was a success!” He taps his fudge to your chocolate chip cookie, and you both eat the two happily. You lean your head on his shoulder, “Let’s do this again.” He agrees, “Absolutely.” 

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[multi-fandomsfreak]

Hi, I have an MX request if you’ll accept it..

So you know how Lord X and MX are canonically best friends. Imagine MX introducing his girlfriend aka the reader who is the total opposite of him to Lord X. Like MX is a vicious, apathetic, ruthless, and manipulative person while Reader is very shy, kind-hearted, empathetic and sweet. So this confuses Lord X because reader seems like the definition of innocence and Lord X definitely finds this relationship weird because of MX’s usual catchphrase. “Innocence doesn't get you FAR...” but it seems like MX likes Reader’s innocent nature. It’s like MX is a whole different person when Reader is around and don’t even get me started on how overprotective this mf is over reader but all in all Lord X is fine with this relationship because he can use reader against MX. (Ex: MX does something Lord X hates. Lord X will be like: “I’ll tell reader what you did.” and MX is just running after Lord X and shouting at him to not tell reader.)

Like their relationship dynamic is literally: Sweet Baby x Literal Demon.

(Also use She/Her pronouns please 😊)

Anyways that’s it.. I hope you’re doing okay and please remember to eat something and drink some water and take breaks from the computer to avoid eyestrain.

Being In A Relationship With MX

Hey there! Thanks for the ask!

I suprisingly had some fun writing this. I find it funny at the thought of MX chasing after Lord X like over Lord X snitching on him. Also it was interesting writing how MX would be in a relationship. Hope you enjoy it. ~J/Blaze

Pronouns: She/Her

Warning: ⚠️Stalking + Possessive Behaviour + Blackmail⚠️

Requested: Yes/No

Characters: MX + Lord X

Proofread: ❌

Credits: Art by Deadtos on DeviantArt + Banner by Kaileyfln on Pinterest

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- Honestly I’m surprised you even managed to get someone like him. MX someone who is considered a beast, feared by many and known for doing anything from being manipulative and straight up being ruthless to anyone or anything in his way and here he was being an absolute sweetheart to you who was the complete opposite compared to him. Many people have questioned how and why you were dating him and you didn’t really know yourself. But he treats you with respect so you do the same in return.

- Sometimes he even questions himself about the irony of this relationship. The fact that one of his iconic catchphrases is ‘Innocences doesn’t get you far’ and yet is dating someone who is the definition of innocence and words related to it. This thought literally hits him at the most random points and even more when the two of you are hanging out. He doesn’t even know why but even though he constantly says this to his victims to which you would assume he doesn’t like innocence, he actually really likes it that you are. He can’t really explain or give a reason except that ‘she’s an exception’ which only confuses the fuck out of people.

- I’m just going to say this here and I don’t care what y’all say but MX is great hugging material, even if he isn’t used to receiving or reciprocating them due to how he is a being. The only reason I think this is because of his large figure, hugging him is like hugging a massive stuffed bear. Although I did say he isn’t used to receiving or reciprocating them that doesn’t mean he doesn’t do them or hate it. He likes it a lot especially when you do it because he believes it shows that you trust him despite his behaviour outside of your guy's relationship.

- Yours and his relationship is basically as said in the request is literally Sweet Baby x Literal Demon. You have literal scary dog privileges when you're around MX. You don’t have to worry about getting into trouble or getting harm when he’s around, people would be too scared to do so and even if they did well he’ll make sure they won’t do it again.

- He’s extremely protective over you, he constantly has to be around you like a massive bodyguard rarely letting you out of his sight for a moment unless you absolutely have to be and even if this situation happens he’s not that far behind you. One time you even found him peeking around the corner just staring at you like he was stalking you. Well he was but shut up that’s not the point. He often treats you like a fragile item, making sure there’s nothing that could harm you. Even being extremely careful himself with his own strength around you making sure he doesn’t hurt you. He’s aware of his strengths and how strong he is compared to you and to him it would be an absolute shame if anyone especially him breaks (to him at least) ‘an antique doll’.

- Even though it took a long time due to his protectiveness over you and in his own way worrying over what might happen to you he figured that he could introduce you to one of his best friends which just so happens to be the well known sadistic hedgehog Lord X. It’s not like he hasn’t told him, he has told him about your existence but not in grave detail. Initially when first hearing about MX having a girl let alone dating said girl he was surprised himself. This mostly resulted in Lord X teasing him through jokes to which MX told him off for it. But that doesn’t mean he wasn’t happy for him, of course he was happy it was his best bud we are talking about. In fact when he heard about him wanting to introduce you to him he was over the moon immediately asking a million questions about you and what you can do, assuming that you were someone like him.

+ As soon as he saw his friend arrive he immediately went up to greet him “MX! Welcome back old pal” Lord X said with his iconic smirk on his face to which MX returned the favour with the slightly scared you right by him taking in every detail of the messed up hedgehog “Nice to see you again Lord X” MX tipped his hat down as a way to greet him “so where’s the lucky girl? Will she be here soon?” Lord X immediately asked about his girlfriend, which was you not realising that you were already here “she’s already here.” He said placing a hand on your shoulder which caused Lord X to look oddly confused before looking to where his hand was going and immediately spotted you. “Lord X meet [Name], [Name] meet Lord X.” He introduced the two of you to each other. Lord X took a moment to look at you creating a slight tension for you, worrying about what he was thinking. Before long he slightly chuckled to himself before speaking up “A human? Your Girlfriend is a human? Well this is a surprise” he said which caused MX’s face switch to annoyance “Yeah? You got a problem with it?” He asked in a tone that was slightly threatening towards his friend which caused Lord X to laugh it off “No, No of course not pal. Just a little surprised” he gave him a smile before approaching you “regardless it’s a pleasure to finally meet you [Name].” He offered his hand for you to shake to which you did “yeah…same here”

- Surprisingly the two of you get along, despite you two being opposite personalities just like MX. He likes to joke about your relationship with his friend. Mostly teasing MX but occasionally roping you in as well. Occasionally the teasing/jokes range from how completely different you two are to slightly more suggestive jokes. But regardless he doesn’t mind the relationship. Surprisingly he finds it cute, in his way. The fact he can see his friend instantly go from a murderous beast to a massive teddy bear around you honestly makes him laugh sometimes. Seeing how lovey dovey he is around you he can’t help but tease him.

- He definitely blackmails MX about this. Do you know that video by a YouTuber named Slashest with the video being named ‘Cooper2723 is back…” ? If you’ve watched it then I can basically imagine going somewhere like that. Lord X knows that MX is soft around you and doesn’t want to be separated from you. If MX does something he doesn’t like and wants him to stop, all he has to say is “you know…it would be a shame if [Name] was told you were doing this?” This instantly shuts him up. He doesn’t know why he reacts like this. He’s much more powerful compared to you but the thought of possibly getting trouble by you, it makes him scared. Well scared is a bit of an exaggeration when it comes to him but regardless he starts to feel nervous and doesn’t want to escalate it so he stops.

- Sometimes Lord X actually goes through with it even if MX stops or not. As soon as that sentence leaves his mouth he instantly starts heading to where you are, with an angry yet nervous MX chasing behind him. Surprisingly, begging him to not tell you. Sometimes Lord X has actually succeeded in telling you which creates a sulked MX, arms crossed mumbling apologies for his behaviour to you as you gently pat his back hugging his side as a way of telling him you forgive him or that he doesn’t have to apologise. Lord X and MX behave like two kids with one ready to snitch on the other.

- Overall, yours and his relationship is actually pretty wholesome despite who he is.

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[bearseokie]

A PRICE WORTH PAYING.

never a freelance worker, hyunwoo has always had his tie a little too tight around his neck. when bullets fly at your innocent head, he realizes those that are after you aren’t out for a bounty, but for blood. palm around his gun at his waist and you in his peripheral, it’s not a day’s work well done until you’re safe.

DETAILS — [ 18+ | hitman: agent 47 | 6.3k ] GENRES — hitman! au, romance, thriller, smut, angst WARNINGS — mature content, violence, organized crime, victimization, uncomfortable situations, intense situations, kidnapping, blood, severe injuries (gunshot wounds & cuts), language, self defense, height difference, death. SMUT WARNINGS — sexual content, unmentioned but protected intercourse, love-making. RELEASED ON — JULY 30TH, 2022.

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prologue.

His features, stern at first glance but gentle with a stare. You had caught his sight as you turned onto the walkway, closing in on the hotel door. Hat placed perfectly, outfit fresh from the cleaners inside the hotel, and his guidance of a nod as his large hand opened the door for you.

He seemed to fit in so well. His coat fit perfectly, shoes so shiny you could see the reflection of the lights above as you walked by. It was almost believable that his current occupation was his only one.

Losing his eye contact, it was the first mistake.

You felt the air shift behind you as you moved inside, the doors closing at your entrance. With no one else inside the main lobby except the man at the front desk, you could have been convinced the two-in-the-morning arrival was considered the safest route.

Things had gone so awry, all you wanted was one night of good rest. Being placed at a motel seemed fit for the situation—but no one would call for help over destructive noises occurring until they witnessed a scene themselves. A safehouse—secluded and mundane, the peace could only distract you for so long.

The man at the front desk peered up momentarily, finishing the last few words on the keyboard of his computer. Unlike the silence of the door-man, his gravelly voice found you odd.

"Isn't it late for someone like you to be out alone?" Ignoring all sense of what could have happened to get you to this point in time, the man went on. "And, I mean—shouldn't you have a partner?"

The prying of a stranger, it sends chills up anyone's spine.

"Is there a problem?" You wanted the voice to be his. To be just as the same as you had heard it be once. The way he had swooped in, stuffed any sort of uncomfort from your situation—but he didn't disturb the humanity in act.

It had been the man at the front desk's voice, your diverting eyes merely upsetting him as the redness in his face brightened and the vein in his forehead became visible.

"I-I am sorry." Your voice was always so small when someone bit at you like this. "May I have a room for the night?"

"Just one night?"

The first time you had noticed his placement was so vivid. How he always matched the settings, didn't stand out—he couldn't stand out. Always watching you from afar.

All you had seen of him was the right side of his face, the man sitting in the driver's side of your car being the complete opposite of what you know him as now. He hardly spoke, only repeating your directions and asking if the air being on was alright.

All it took was a second. A blink of an eye for his work to turn upside down, and for him to find himself saving the one he was meant to be taking out.

The bullets had shot into the vehicle so fast, his knuckles turning white around the wheel as he gripped harder. He took sharp turns, his only instructions for you to check your seatbelt and stay tucked down.

There was an unsaid rule that when danger seeps past the target and heads for him, he has to get involved. Seeing things out, keeping the blood on his own hands instead of yours—it was a priority that could cost him everything and more. What he knew, what he was capable of, who he worked for, and why it was him in that driver's seat that day—if he didn't get answers, all of this would have been for nothing. And something he believes most of all, nothing happens without a cause or reason.

Even in his world, he can't help impulses.

"Just one night."

You rocked on your heels awaiting a card to give you fortress, attempting to avoid the itch you could never scratch. So close, so far—how could you be so stupid to believe someone would take a chance on you like this?

Your soft breath in was enough to help you hold in your desires, to quiet your mind from its racing thoughts. A card between your middle and index fingers, and all you could want was for someone else to be by your side at this moment in time.

Dragging along one lonesome bag almost too heavy to be on your shoulder, the weight began to float off of you. It was just around a corner when your eyes matched a pair of dark irises, the man that allowed you to enter the hotel in the first place now carrying your bag at his side like it was his.

His walk, left hand at his waist, right hand tight and strong carrying the bag—moving along like no one could ever get in his way.

The security of the elevator doors opening at the touch of his finger, the ding ringing out and giving you enough leverage to finally give him a better glance.

Tall, focused, and wearing a bell-boys outfit.

His figure stood over yours, eyes straight forward and alleviating every nerve in your body. You could feel the cool air seeping back into your pores, feel the release of your tight temples, and even more so—feel the heat radiating off his body as he stood so close to you in such a small space.

"Please tell me this time will be different."

You hardly caught the inhale making his chest expand, the lift of his cheek as his lips made a short-lived smirk.

He didn't even have to look back at you, his voice only sounding from his face. "With your life on the line?"

Hyunwoo always knew what to do or say, almost as if the man had telekinesis.

"Not a chance."

one. | change of plans.

In order to gain your trust, Hyunwoo had explained everything to you that evening. As the car sped in the fast line down multiple main highways to deviate your trace, he had rattled off everything he knew about you.

"This doesn't make any sense." The first sentence was under his breath, his eyes capturing your figure beginning to move back into the seat instead of the bent over position he told you to hold during the intense car chase.

"My order was for you." The way his top lip bounced, spasmed from the words he was speaking and giving a tell of where his anger lied. At first, you couldn't differentiate if he was upset about not taking out his target, or being in the line of fire now, himself. "What would the exchange even be for?"

Your head shook, eyes diverting to the extremely clean leather interior to attempt to side track your racing thoughts. As you clung to your single bag, the one you had already been living out of for almost a month when more and more people mentioned you seemed to be getting followed—it was hard to not shake from the sudden announcement of your once hitman now being the one in charge of your life, and practically holding you captive in a vehicle moving at the highest speed legally possible.

It only took two of the people in your life to be overtaken by fear on their face while telling you something was wrong. A family member you had been with all your life asking why there was someone following you, a tall man who stayed at a far distance. A close companion who you spent almost every day with finally became able to explain the man's features, and even more importantly—the pistol he carried, shown by its shape against the black dress shirt he wore.

"The order came from my boss." His knuckles would turn white every so often as he drove, eyes mainly focused on the road and only blinking from bumps along the highway. "There has to be something more than this."

"Uhm—" That small voice, always an octave lower than it should be when you're trying to get someone's attention. Even with the sound of the wind whipping against the large SUV, with Hyunwoo's mind trying to relap every step he took to get to this dangerous point—he still looked up through the mirror to meet your gaze for a split second.

"Yes?" The man was cold, he had to be to work this job. And yet, there was something about how he always had to make eye contact with you at least once when conversing with you.

"Wh-Who are you? What's your name?"

The man's quick blink made your brows thread together from curiosity. Why was the question so perplexing?

"You clearly know who I am. Or at least, I hope you do from the way you're speaking about me. I just—" He sat in silence, listening to every syllable of your words like a song on the radio you haven't heard in years. "—w-want to know what's going on."

That was the first time you had witnessed Hyunwoo take in a deep breath. The way his chest rose, the buttons on his dress shirt beneath his coat merely snapping at the thread from the muscles he gained from his healthy lifestyle and life-threatening occupation. His thumb tapped at the steering wheel in such a human way, you began to focus on the things that make him more and more like a man working a job instead of some trained assassin he actually lived and worked as.

His brow lifted, shiny features and dark eyes finding you quickly in the rear-view mirror once more. "My name is Hyunwoo. I work for the International Contract Agency as a hired assassin. My job today was to take you to a secluded area and clean, but our sudden chase changed plans. Now I believe that there is something wrong with the situation, and someone gave me orders to put me in danger with you for a reason, as a ploy."

His response sounded robotic, his grip tightening on the wheel and eyes suddenly sinking into themselves as he spoke. The man seemed too picture perfect, seemed to already have the answers to the questions that would leave your mouth—and very quickly was becoming the ally you needed to survive this mess.

"Hyunwoo." His name rolling off your tongue caused him to look at you through a glance of the mirror once more, the final rise of his eyes for the hour making a shiver go down your spine. "Where are we going, e-exactly?

"We're taking this SUV to a far away repair shop. It'll be enough of a reason to stop."

"Why do we need a reason to stop?"

He always answers your question to the best of his ability, and almost right on queue.

"We're being tracked through a device hidden underneath the vehicle." His words made your eyes grow and hands shake, but this time he didn't have to look back to feel your discomfort. "It's okay. There's not a microphone, we can converse as necessary. We're taking this SUV to the repair shop to make it look like a casual stop for help, while it's actually a diversion to slip away."

"You really do this full time, huh?" Your question was the first normal sounding sentence during the entire conversation.

What followed up to such a casual question was something you had been biting your tongue instead of asking—the one you knew he would have an answer for, but that you probably wouldn't like hearing.

"Hyunwoo—" The use of his name again only made his eyes flicker, an obvious sign that the use of a title, one not numbered, was new to him. "What's the plan?"

"We make a run for it. Together."

"Why together? I-I mean—" You stuttered, but meant what you were saying. "A matter of minutes ago you were meant to be putting a gun to my head and blowing my brains out."

"It's not like that." First, he spoke under this breath again as you ranted.

"Then you realized they were shooting at you, too." You carried on like you didn't hear him speak. "So you jumped to conclusions that you're part of this now."

Hyunwoo was the exact description that had come from your close friend. Dark brown hair, even darker—almost scary eyes, the black dress shirt, the pistol at his waist, tall according to the shallow sight you had of his high knees letting you know his legs are long, and clearly on a mission to carry out something considering his stalking. Now the man that was once to be your killer was a sudden main companion—things seemed too strange to be true.

"Jumped to conclusions?" Secondly, his nose scrunched at your words and knuckles tightened again around the wheel.

"And now if we're both not careful, we'll end up dead!"

It was his sudden press to the gas pedal that made the vehicle fly even faster than it had. A swipe at the blinker to show he was changing lanes, the car swaying all the way over to the far right, and his last movements were placing the emergency lights on and putting the SUV in park.

Just as he turned around in his seat—those dark eyes matching your own face to face for the first time making your heart race—did Hyunwoo speak directly to you, not at you.

"You're scared, right?" His words were snappy, you could only nod your head like a child. "I'm right here."

You could feel your temple releasing at those three words, feel the tears that had been threatening to drip from your eyes falling down your face and splattering your shirt with small dots. Everything that had occurred in such a short time was finally coming to you all at once, and Hyunwoo was making it a point that you're not alone in this anymore.

"I've been following you for a month."

"I-I know."

"I never follow anyone for that long." For once, the man was only spitting the truth without sugar-coating or speaking of it without emotion at all. "Something told me you were different. That this was going to be different. I just didn't understand why my conscience knew more than I did."

A man, trained and signed to the largest assassination company. Clearly a hybrid of something else to make everything about him and all he needs to do his job sharper. And slowly beginning to find a more human side to himself based off the way his voice shook and eyes watered for what seemed like the first time ever in his life.

"I can promise you one thing will come out of this. Only one."

"Okay." Your voice was small again, just above a whisper from his close proximity. His entire self focused on you and your response.

"I am going to protect you with my life."

two. | diversion.

The first time you witnessed Hyunwoo raise his pistol—you got the official wave of just how weak you were considering the circumstances.

It didn't take long for someone to come looking for the two of you once the SUV was held still. Raised and being worked on, an attending employee just doing their job—and the entire building exploding minutes later.

You could hear the blast, even at the distance Hyunwoo managed to get both of you by that time. All it took was the car sitting still for ten minutes before the ones in your pursuit configured the vehicle to be parked, and the two of you may still be in it.

Hyunwoo's strong hand grabbed at your wrist, tugging you along the busy streets and looking like nothing more than an overbearing boyfriend or husband to all the wandering eyes. Everyone was soon diverted to the sudden explosion, your limbs shaking while you got out of sight.

"W-What is going on?" Even with Hyunwoo in your lead, his promise to protect you, and his quick witted responses and actions—your body still naturally held enough anxiety to make you pop.

"Hey." His voice had gone softer, the fear in your eyes making him halt in place and press your back into the wall.

His index finger lifted your chin, those dark eyes you had seen so few times now in direct line with your own, and easing your worry in a second. "Look at me."

Your blinking eyes, shivering limbs, and hair-raised skin was enough to tell him you were in over your head, and he needed to be the one on alert. "I've got us. Let's just get somewhere out of the public’s sight."

But the footsteps tailing you sounded just as loud as Hyunwoo's. Movements are quick, just far enough behind the two of you to not be in sight. Hyunwoo was well aware—it seemed almost too obvious that no one would be right behind you.

But watching him grab you and place your body behind his, your back to another chilled wall, and his pistol raised and cocked—he was really someone with complete control.

A true example of just how far into this world Hyunwoo was—the unknowing man ran right into his bullet. A graze to his skull, not a bad enough shot to kill him—but still enough to put him down for good.

Hyunwoo's eyes studied the man, his brows knitted but not in confusion. His facial expression concluded that he had seen the chaser once or twice before, a familiar look in his eyes. The man wept on the ground, reaching up to try and grab at Hyunwoo, but ultimately failed. "Come on."

And soon enough, that exact situation seemed to repeat itself over and over. A far distance that seems like enough, a chase of rushing adrenaline and you clinging to Hyunwoo's frame like he was your human shield, ending in someone's severe take down giving you and him more time to keep running.

Easy to say, you didn't sleep for at least two months while on the run.

Every motel seemed the same: the dim lighting, early 2000's style cable TV, barely any heat or air conditioning, snacks from vending machines becoming meals, and hard mattresses with years of use in every fiber of them.

His fingers would tap at the suitcase style laptop, programs and dissectors making it easier for him to narrow down information. Be it the company he worked for, older clients with a sudden need for a bounty on his head, or something involving yourself—he spent countless nights digging for any kind of red flag.

"You—" His words sounded stuttered for the first time, your eyes from across the room catching his stunned face. "—are you an h-heir?"

"An heir?" You lifted yourself from the bed, pacing in his direction only to find exactly what he had been reading over for an hour now.

Lines of code broke down three subtle sentences of an email sent to whoever was chasing you, found by Hyunwoo who now could only tap his foot against the old carpeting in wonder.

"Heir to millions. Hitman in service. Target to be apprehended."

"Hyunwoo—" Your sight reading the words made your knees feel weak. "What does this mean?"

"It means you've been given a beneficiary title by someone, and will be receiving millions of dollars."

"I don't even think anyone in my family has made this much in their life."

"They don't actually have to be family." He spoke with softer words, watching as your body moved into the seat beside him at the small table before you fell over. "Anyone can give someone an inheritance through their will."

"H-Hitman in service?"

"That would be the ones who keep following us." His eyes quickly reverted back to the screen of the laptop, pupils dilating at the sudden change of brightness from the dark motel room to the device. "There hasn't been an update since the day you got into the SUV. Which means more has been devised, it's just not addressed in any more emails or messages—unless it's coded."

"And they had sight of me." You had caught on to what the lines meant by now, Hyunwoo only nodding.

"This is all—" If tears could flow, they would be rushing like a waterfall in this very moment. "—because of me? Something I didn't even know was happening?"

"Greed." The word slipping off Hyunwoo's tongue was like the bullets he had shot rounds of trying to protect you. "It's the worst human desire."

You watched him close the laptop and stretch his back, the man's sight soon falling back on your own.

"We've been here almost twenty-four hours." You winced at the idea of having to run again, the pained look on your face making him shake his head.

"Does it ever get easier?" So simple to you, but a question that would linger in his mind forever.

"Not without a direct link to who is calling the shots." Hyunwoo spoke with the same emotionless voice you had come to know, except this time it seemed to leave him for just a moment. "But until then—"

How can a stranger become a lifeline to you in a few months time, and yet still feel like you don't even know him?

"You've got me."

three. | when I take your hand.

You had seen more bloodshed in the months you resided by Hyunwoo than you would ever see in your life. Every chance he had to take, pushing you ahead of him to aim or jab at the ones in pursuit—he took it.

But Hyunwoo had once been the one with blood pouring from him, your shaking hands trying to hold a cloth to the wound. The crimson liquid only soaked through every piece of fabric you placed against it, a sudden flash of worry across your face.

The two of you had finally fallen inside a safehouse completely unknown by anyone else but Hyunwoo, and now yourself. The walls were stiffened by plates of armor within the drywall, bulletproof windows still giving you sight to the world outside you could no longer live in, and Hyunwoo—leaning backward as his arm took yours to capture your attention.

“I’m okay.”

“Okay, meaning you need stitches.” The gash had run deep, the ongoing blood being a sign that the wound wouldn’t just heal itself without medical attention.

“Hand me that box there.” His chin pointed in the direction of the first aid kit, a small tin box being what his eyes glanced at before finding your dilating pupils again. “And go find something else to do.”

Your fingers matched his as the box lifted and left your grasp. It only took a moment for your mind to catch up with what was inside, a nylon string and metal needle enough to make you deviate your eyes.

“Fuck.” You winced.

“That’s why I said leave.” The corner of his mouth rose with what seemed like a smirk, fingers pulling at the needle and string until it was placed through the eye and being tied. Dipping the needle into a disinfectant, he pulled at the skin around the injury before poking at himself with the sharp object.

The limited dribbles of blood that left him was nothing like the full wound, itself. Although he kept the items disinfected, there wasn’t anything placed along the wound to numb the pain he was about to feel. But nothing caused him to wince or breathe harder, a steady pace of Hyunwoo’s breath as he stitched himself up making you wonder just how many times he had done this to himself.

“How does that not hurt?” The question left you without thinking, speaking aloud as you watched him snip at the nylon thread once it was secured properly.

“I’ve had lots of practice.” He answered, eyes not looking back up at yours as they usually did.

“On yourself?”

“And on others.”

“You have too much experience in everything.” You sighed, shaking your head.

His eyes finally found you, catching a glimpse at the small cut on your shoulder showing through the ripped fabric of your shirt. “Looks like you were in the crossfire too.”

“We both were. That was too close of a call, Hyunwoo.”

Two men had trailed you down the longest road, your security being in every object that got you out of sight as Hyunwoo searched for a vehicle that was easy to break into. Ducking, weaving, clasping at the man as he led you away—you were both still hit by the strings of bullets sent in your direction, only his was worse.

“It won’t happen again.”

The bulletproof vest he wore beneath his clothes didn’t protect any more than his chest and heart. The outfit he wore, that of someone completely different from himself, didn’t provide much coverage when it came to the fact that the men who chased you had seen you both multiple times before. Each and every month there were new men, sometimes weekly depending on Hyunwoo’s allusive ways of getting you both out of a situation. For the two of you, this pattern seemed never ending.

As the lights turned on throughout the safehouse, the outside world grew darker. AsHyunwoo sat across from you at the table—you could almost wish time would freeze in place.

"How did you get here?" You had bounced around asking him about his world, his life and secrets, for so long. But now that you had both come this far, saw the way his eyes grew softer at the question and his chest released a deep breath—you could tell: he was finally going to speak of himself.

"Me?" He asked, sounding as if he was questioning even himself.

You never took into account that someone like Hyunwoo, with such a tough exterior and focused mindset, may have never been asked anything so personal as this was.

"I just do as I am told."

"That's a lie, Hyunwoo."

Your hands fell between your knees to warm your cold fingertips, leaning in closer to the man's short distanced frame. His brows could only raise at your sudden catch of his slip, head tilting in confusion.

"How am I lying?"

"You're moving on your own right now. You took me under your wing, are protecting me—all on your own accord."

"I never looked at it much like that."

"Then how do you see me?"

You never dug this deep. Never stepped over the line in all this time, asking Hyunwoo a question he could no longer waver an answer to.

"Yeah, you saved me that day. Maybe it was to save your own ass because you were in just as much danger as me."

He could only listen.

"But you're still here."

"I am." His voice, so sincere and careful.

"Although you gave me your word, you could have left me long ago."

Now it was Hyunwoo moving in closer. His form lifted, shirt pulled from his upper half a while ago giving you a sight of his muscles. The mental image had long been shown to you not long after you were paired with him. His habit of walking around in a towel, changing his clothes in front of you—from normal ones to some type of uniform to become a matching person in an upcoming scenario, you had grown used to his body.

The way he appeared to you now, skin tanned and shadowed by the lamps within the home—it seemed almost sensual the way he closed in on you.

Standing over you, right at your side with his head tilted down at you—you could only bite your tongue as he offered you his hand and helped you rise to his level.

Hyunwoo, a man who leapt into action for a stranger, was now staring at that same person with love and lust in his eyes.

"What if I saved you for a selfish reason?" He asked, voice finding your ear at the same time his opposite hand found your waist. The other, his fingers moving between yours to clasp them together and hold you tighter—your head was swimming.

"Months on the run like this. My life has always been this way. Follow instructions. Don't speak unless spoken to. Follow through with your actions no matter the consequences. Never get a blink of real sleep. Eat quickly. No sense of peace or release."

This was the most he had spoken since you met him, and you only wanted him to keep speaking.

"What if I saw you as an opportunity to get out? To run and chase something that is freeing?"

"When's the last time you were touched?" The words left your mouth faster than your brain could register the question in your own head.

And it was just what he wished to hear, the gap between your forms being closed and his lips landing on yours. His mouth was warm, inviting, his tongue dancing along with yours.

He was like a sweet drink—the ones where you drink too many and only realize their power once you're too drunk to stand. His taste intoxicating on its own, your head could only tilt to his height for him to kiss you deeper.

You could only feel the heat radiating off his bare skin as he backed you against the wall. The chill of the house was sent back up your spine as you met his tall form, the small dots of chills showing along your skin only making him groan and kiss you for longer.

His strength, his tight build still strong enough even throughout his tiredness from the injury to lift you again. He pressed you against spaces in the home that seemed restful, giving himself enough time to discard any pieces of clothing he could.

And when your back finally met the large mattress inside the bedroom—your mind was clear. Your fingers played with his hair that had grown longer each week. You found such comfort in him, the same as your mouth did when he kissed you, and even more so for when your eyes found his.

No matter how strong he appeared, fearless and conducted—you were breaking down his walls all while he was slipping into yours. His name being the only word on your tongue, his knuckles turning white holding onto your form to hold you as close as he possibly could. And your sweet release brings you to find small drops of his tears on your skin, his head falling into the nape of your neck.

"I am so sorry." His voice was like shattered glass, the sharp edges of your reality beginning to hurt him ever so slightly. "That this is happening."

"Hyunwoo." You spoke softly, but meant your words. "I'm not scared anymore."

The room's chill found your skin again, nothing but a fire going in the living room's fireplace bringing light into the master bedroom as he lay sprawled on top of you with tears still streaming down his face.

Of all the things he had ever said, of all the soft words spoken to you that night—the first ones that had ever stayed solidified in your mind were the ones he barely said.

"You should be scared of me."

four. | don't turn around.

"Please tell me this time will be different."

"With your life on the line? Not a chance."

His words found your hearing like music notes leaving the strings of a piano being played by an unknown musician. The man had taken bullets for you, had found himself falling in love with you, and here he stood—pretending fate wasn't so hurtful.

You had done everything he told you to do for months. You followed his instructions no matter where you were or what the circumstances could be. Even when you were acting them out, trying to hide your shaking hands—you always followed through.

You could even hear yourself breathing a shaky breath now, hearing the small ding of the elevator seconds before the doors opened to a floor that didn't have your room.

Hyunwoo's arms were tight, not reaching back for you this time. Not as he usually did in such an enclosed and easy to reach space. So few times had you felt his distance, the one leaving your frame cold and in his shadow. With each step you both took, you could feel the eeriness of what was to come.

You paced behind him closely, knew the drill—and heard the door of the stairs open and close before your eyes adjusted to the situation.

Hyunwoo, silent and moving at a slow pace, could not seem any more strange than he did now. No more words, no more instructions, and no more kisses to alleviate any worry for you.

You had become so used to him pulling you into a dark corner, away from anything happening around you—all to just place a kiss on your lips. He knew it kept you going, kept your mind on him and your safety and to help you settle yourself for whatever was to come.

Love had found itself between two people who were meant to have a short meeting. A glimpse of what could be, your time together so shallow to an ocean of life meant to be spent in peace and harmony.

But as each dark corner was passed, his swinging arms slowed by his side until he was only towering over you—you couldn't help but shutter at the sight of him spinning to match the end of his pistol at your head.

Alone. Secluded. And those same stern eyes staring back at you without a single bit of emotion in them.

"H-Hyunwoo?"

Every night his fingers tapped at the keys of the laptop inside his briefcase, and you wondered just what he was doing. Was there a code to break? Someone to speak to for the next move? Had he gained information to help free you both?

"W-Why did you trust me that day?" Was it the bullet being loaded into the chamber, sounded by a click from the weapon that made him stutter—or your watering eyes? "When we met, you trusted me so quickly."

"You had a plan." You didn't stutter again, couldn't find it in yourself to be fearful of him—even now. "You're doing this for a reason. I could tell you knew what you were doing."

The man could only rock on his heels, a pained expression on his face making you blink at the silence. Hyunwoo, the man you had grown to love and make love to, seemed to shift back into that same man you met the first day you slipped into that SUV while believing he was only your driver.

When the realization had hit you that he was the exact figure that had been described to be following you—you almost couldn't catch your breath for long enough to take into account that you were being followed.

"When that chase started off, and you realized that they weren't just shooting at me—" You spoke to him softly, but there was a small pit of concern in your voice. "You only thought of me. Of getting me out of there. Of figuring out what was happening."

"I knew what was happening."

His voice didn't fluctuate. He didn't hesitate, didn't waver his eyes over your body like a scan to capture any physical response from you, and most certainly didn't care for your racing mind full of questions.

"It was—" He had wanted to say it all along. You could see it in the way his shoulders relaxed as he spoke. "—all a set up."

His growing closeness, all the way down to the first night you pressed together in a way that was delightful and loving. It was a ruse to get what he needed.

"Even if I did love you." This was the first time Hyunwoo had ever spoken of you with the word love in his sentence. "This is just my job."

Do what he does best. Follow orders. Be the bodyguard you needed. Gain your trust. Get closer. Take action, and bullets for you. Get even closer. Play with your mind, your heart has to follow. Be the closest you can be.

He needed a DNA sample, a path to keep him from being a suspect, an alibi, and a way to rid himself of you in the end.

And here he was, and there you were.

"Hyunwoo."

"I have all the evidence that I need to make a headline without getting myself involved. You were just a pawn."

"You don't mean that—" His gun only pushed towards you closer.

The path he had taken you through the halls from the elevator put you in direct sight of the CCTV, and made you disappear without a trace.

You were his target all along.

"I am what I am." His teeth were clenched, pearled bones pressed together making his jawline sharper and brows thread together.

Hyunwoo was in a battle with himself. His heart thumped at the same, rapid rhythm as yours—it reminded him he was human. But following through with his orders, the money being the dire need for him to be the one freed—he had no other choice.

"You're not selfish." You whispered, keeping your eyes on his and not the silver pistol closing in on you until it was pressed against your forehead.

"You don't know me." His words were broken, like he was trying to say one thing but something else was spoken instead. "All I wanted was to feel love—feel the humanity you could give me—just for a moment."

Those hot tears were a dull image in your mind. Watching someone so strong become completely fragmented, it was the most painful experience you've ever felt.

"And I did."

"You did what, Hyunwoo?"

You could feel his hand jolt, knew what was coming next. But his words comforted the pain that soon followed. Your body shook, falling to the ground as the ear piercing sound of the gunshot echoed inside the staircase. Once and for all—beyond the belief that one day you would lose him to this life, it was you who left him.

"I really did love you."

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[eggdue]

I'm BEGGING for some MX Mario X Reader. I have the fattest crush on him and he makes me uuooohgghhhh Maybe an extroverted, confident and charming reader with the big fella? The reader is always the one to initate a hug, always the one who grabs MX's hand when they feel lonely, always the one to throw out compliments?

uh- so, im NOT that good with X reader stories, it's just not my thing, y'know, but ill try. but it's going to be short. sorry if it's not the best-

MX wasn't a people guy, you could see that from his interactions with Lucas before he was let out of the world and lived with the boy, now an adult. of course, he wasn’t able to go outside. people would freak at that. so, lucas was his only friend.

that was, until YOU came along, you and Lucas had been friends since middle school, you and him became like siblings. you both had the same circle of friends too!

then Lucas made a choice, he brought you over to his place, and introduced you to him, at first, you were scared, because what the hell?! what was that thing? but, when you got to know ‘IT’, you found yourself a new friend, something the big guy needed.

soon, you were over there all the time, chilling with Lucas and MX, playing Games, telling childhood stories, all that. You and MX became close, and seeing the big guys low self-esteem, you had a mission: give him some of it yourself!

Everytime you were there, you threw out complements, giving him advise, soon, he was making an effort to try to respond in kind, then it developed into fist bumps, handshakes, hugs even, then, hand holding, M’ couldn’t blush, something that bumbed you out, but you could still feel the heat from his face and body.

soon enough, you caught feelings for your big guy, but you wouldn’t tell him, not yet, you weren’t ready, and if you weren’t so would M. but you could wait. and confiding in Lucas did speed up the proses a bit, but for now, you were content with being close friends for now.

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there you go! i hope did well, im still not the best romance writer, which is odd Cuz i love romance. still, hope you enjoy!

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wip list

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can i walk you home?

⇀ ongoing (updates on fridays)

baby fever

⇀ fiancé!san x reader, san would make a great dad

bouncy

⇀ idol!jongho x reader, cheesy fluff

clubbing

⇀ yeosang x reader, going out with your bf

waterbomb

⇀ idol!mingi x idol!reader, getting to see ateez at waterbomb was a dream come true

down bad

⇀ seonghwa x reader, he’s a certified simp

clingy drunk partner

⇀ ateez reaction to you being more affectionate when drunk

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[mxauthor]

Not Of The Imagination

Summary: Spencer claims he has a girlfriend. Derek does not believe him at all.

Word Count: 1,614

Warnings: fluff, a bit OOC Derek

Derek Morgan is a ladies man. He knows how to talk to women, charm them into a flustered mess and get a number from them with ease. His charm is a weapon, something he knows how to use better than his gun. 

Spencer Reid is not a ladies man. He rambles people away and becomes flustered so easily that people think his skin tone is red. 

Derek Morgan is a charmer. Spencer Reid is the charmed. 

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Friday afternoon. Everyone was ready to go home and spend the weekend doing whatever they wanted. Weekend plans were the topic of conversation at the moment with the bullpen attendees.

“So pretty boy, where are you doing this weekend?” Morgan asked. A teasing smile playing on his lips. Derek Morgan wasn’t a bully. He was anything but a bully, however, he was a brother. And brothers are known to tease their little siblings to no end. And Spencer was lucky enough to become Derek’s little brother. 

 “There’s this Korean Film festival happening throughout the next week. All foods, music and movies will be played in korean. Which is exciting since my girlfriend had wanted to brush up on her language skills and I thought this would be a great surprise for her.” Spencer missed the look of surprise on his friends faces when the word ‘girlfriend’ had left his mouth. Especially Morgan’s face. 

“Girlfriend?” Emily questioned softly. She was still a bit new to the team, but this was the first time a girlfriend was mentioned, especially attached to Spencer’s name.

“Wait what! Spencer, you have a girlfriend?” Derek questioned in disbelief. It’s not like he didn’t think that Spencer couldn’t get a girlfriend, but it’s still a complete shock that the shy, can’t talk to college kids his age, stuttering mess actually has a girlfriend. 

“Yeah, Her name’s Y/n. We’ve actually been dating for about 3 years now.” The goofy grin that broke out onto Spencer’s face was convincing enough for the women. But apparently not enough for Derek. 

“Really?” Spencer could hear the disbelief in Derek’s voice. He knew that the proclaimed ladies man, didn’t believe that he ‘scored’. But Spencer really didn’t care if he believed him or not. 

He still had you at the end of the day, that’s all that mattered to him. 

“Okay, what’s her last name?” Morgan asked.

“L/n.” Spencer answered without hesitation. He had a feeling that some of the asked questions are going to be the same that his mother asked him when he confessed that he was seeing someone. 

Derek nodded, trying to look convinced. “What’s her-” 

Before he even had the chance to finish his next question Spencer beat him to it. “She’s working as a barista at the moment because she’s going back to school to be a teacher. We met when we were 20 and started dating at 22. She’s kind and patient. She also really loves me and we are talking about moving in together after she graduates with her masters.” 

The small group was stunned at the flood of information. Emily, JJ and Penelope all began gushing about his girlfriend, happy that their resident genius had found someone that is making him happy. 

Derek, happy for his brother, still didn’t believe him. The girl sounded perfect for him, too perfect. Almost like he had conjured her up. 

“Do you have a picture of her?” Penelope was the first to ask. 

“No, sadly. All the pictures we have together are taken on her phone and they don’t transfer well when she sends them to me.” Spencer explained. The women deflated a bit hearing his explanation. 

“How convenient.” Morgan muttered. Penelope was the one who heard him. She snapped her head in his direction, fixing him with a glare. Derek only held his hands up in mock surrender. 

The group slowly began to disperse when paperwork began to pile up on each of their respective desks. The new shift of conversation began to fizzle out. Everyone now began to focus on the important work ahead of them before they could go home at 6. 

Except for Derek Morgan. The new revelation, still fresh in his brain. The Spencer Reid, the boy genius that stutters when given a simple compliment, has a girlfriend.

He has to see it to believe it at that point.

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Derek didn’t get his confirmation until 3 months later. When he had almost forgotten that Spencer had claimed he had a girlfriend. 

A beautiful h/c had walked into the bullpen with a visitor badge clipped to her turtleneck sweater. She had a drink carrier in on hand and a plastic bag in the other. 

She stood near the glass doors, clearly looking for someone. A small frown appeared on her lips as the object of her delivery seemed to not be in the room. 

Morgan saw the contemplation on her face whether she was on the right floor or not. She took a step back towards the double glass doors, before Derek got up to give a helping hand. 

He calmly approached the pretty woman before calling out to her, “Excuse me miss, is there something you need help with.” 

The h/c turned at his voice, Derek could see slight recognition within her eyes. A small smile graced her lips before she spoke, “You must be Derek Morgan.” 

The named man furrowed his eyebrows. He had never met this woman before in his life, even if he had Derek would’ve remembered her face. 

The woman saw the confusion on his face as well as the slight guard he put up after she said his name. The h/c’s realization kicked in and her panic set in. “Oh no, I’m not dangerous. My boyfriend had told me a lot about you. Even showed me a photo of you. Well not of you but a group picture and pointed you out. And I’ve always been good at remembering faces. So when I saw you I just knew that you were Derek Morgan. Again I’m not dangerous.” 

Her lengthy explanation reminded him of the resident genius that was approaching the two of them. 

Spencer was very confused when he saw Derek Morgan speaking with his girlfriend of 3 years. He was even more confused when he saw her panicked expression and the slight wave of her hands as she tried to explain something. 

Spencer pulled open the glass doors to the bullpen and turned towards the interesting conversation that was happening. He didn’t get much of it, just the last bit where Y/n said ‘I’m not dangerous’. 

“What’s going on here?” The brunette male asked. He looked between his favorite people waiting for one of them to answer. 

“Oh, hello love. I was just coming over to see if you wanted to have lunch with me. I had a half day at work for class but then my professor canceled class last minute because he wasn’t feeling well.” Y/n had gestured to the food in her arms at the mention of lunch. 

She had swung by their favorite Thai place. Having not been there for a few weeks because of Spencer’s busy schedule and Y/n’s guilt for eating it without him. Spencer smiled widely at the offer of food and his lover for his break. 

“I’d love to honey. We can eat at my desk if you’d like.” Spencer offered. Grabbing the drinks from her to make the load easier to carry. 

Derek watched the exchange between them. Only putting everything together when you call Spencer ‘love’. 

“Holy shit she’s real.” He had meant to say it in his head. But the statement slipped out, causing the two of you to look at him with confusion. 

“You didn’t think she was real?” Spencer asked.

“Well, no. Just that she sounded really perfect for you so I had a hard time believing it at first. But then I met her and she literally reminded me of you.” Derek tried to explain but it didn’t sound all too convincing. 

Spencer and Y/n looked at each other before laughing. Y/n had just met Derek and he thought she was someone that Spencer made up. Their giggles made Derek feel stupid.

And that’s something he doesn’t feel often (not counting the times Spencer made him feel stupid). 

Y/n had calmed down first before holding out her free hand for Derek to shake, “Hi, my name is Y/n L/n. I’m going back to school to be a teacher but currently I’m working as a barista. I’ve been told I’m patient and kind. Spencer and I have been dating since we were 22 but we met when we were 20.” 

Y/n then spared a glance at Spencer before asking, “Same intro you gave him right?” 

Spencer nodded with a smile before kissing the crown of her head, “Yep same one you gave to my mom.” 

Derek looked between the young couple content on the evidence presented to him. Derek took Y/n’s hand and shook it giving a greeting of his own, “It’s nice to meet you Y/n. I’m Derek Morgan and I’ve become Spencer’s big brother. So don’t you go breaking his heart.” 

The toothy smile was answer enough, but Y/n couldn’t resist her response, “Wouldn’t dream of it.” 

Spencer had excused the two of them to go eat lunch at his desk. Spencer was happy that his lives were starting to blend together.

He’s especially glad that his favorite people were able to meet each other once and for all. Even though one of them thought the other was a figment of his imagination.

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[moonhoures]

All Of Me

🕷️ kinktober — day 7: breeding kink / creampie 🕸️

pairing: jooheon (monsta x) + reader (afab/fem)

genre: idol!au, mild angst, fluff, smut

warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, explicit smut, established relationship, unprotected sex, creampie, mention of pregnancy (but no actual pregnancy), mention of joo’s military enlistment

word count: ~2.1k

synopsis: you and your idol bf tenderly enjoy one more night together before his enlistment

a/n: dedicating this to my fav jooheon stan @carronpatrick 💕 hope you enjoy it 🫂 also, there’s not much of a breeding kink aspect to this, i’ve realized, so i removed that from the tagline 🙃

posted: october 7, 2023

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So here it was. The day you had been dreading ever since you and Jooheon first started dating. On top of dealing with the hardships of dating an idol—a very successful and famous one at that—you also had to deal with his leaving for military service. He reminded you of it every once in a while, and for the longest time it felt so far away. But now the day had arrived on your doorstep with no remorse, no empathy.

“Don’t look so sad,” your boyfriend tried to lighten the mood as you two sat at the edge of your bed. He had come over to spend the night with you and pick up some of his things from your apartment. He was set to leave for his enlistment two days from now, so this was the last day you had him all to yourself until he would go, “Eighteen months will pass faster than you think. And it’s not like we won’t be able to see or talk to each other.”

“I know,” you put all your energy into speaking with no sign of distress, but your voice betrayed you with a wobble. Jooheon frowned a little, resting his arm around your shoulders as you started to sniffle and tears pricked at your eyes.

“I’ll talk to you as often as I can. That’s a promise. You remember I made you that promise the first year we dated,” he reminded you of that night. Of course, the memory was engrained in your mind like a movie you had just seen yesterday—most of your memories with him were. You recalled you two sitting on the couch, sipping on some beer and eating take-out. He had just finished a media run for Monsta X’s most recent comeback, and he had finally got a night off to spend with you. The topic of his enlistment came up and brought down the mood, but somehow Jooheon always knew what to say to make you feel better.

“_________, I promise, on everything I own and love, that during my enlistment I will use any means and any time I have to talk to you, first and foremost,” even a little tipsy, with his hands jokingly on his chest and in the air (respectively), he managed to say those words so sincerely. You had no choice but to trust his words back then. And even now, you trusted him with everything you had.

“I feel so dumb for crying. It’s not like you’re leaving forever,” you wiped your eyes with the back of your hands, and the smallest smile finally cracked your lips when his laugh sounded from beside you.

“Exactly,” he said, “I’ll be back sooner than you think. And I’ll be sure to set aside lots of time just for us. Just for you,” he corrected himself, pressing a kiss to your head. When you looked up at him, his eyes softened at the redness and teariness in your own. His hand reached up to hold your chin still while he leaned down to give you a tender kiss.

It was a wonder that Jooheon always knew what to say in every situation, but especially without saying anything at all. It was like he spoke with his body language too. Because the kiss he gave you then seemed to whisper it’ll be okay. His other hand holding your waist assured you i’ll always be here when you need me, even if i’m not physically here. The way he rested his forehead against yours after pulling away said i’ll always be yours.

“When you get back-” you started speaking tentatively, and to your surprise, your words came out more confident than before, “-we’re not leaving this bed for a few days, at least. You understand?”

His brows raised and his dimples made an appearance as he chuckled. He nodded, biting his lip subtly before replying, “I was already planning on that. Make sure you have the condoms stocked when I get back.”

As he leaned in for another kiss, your hands were holding onto the fabric of his shirt, feebly attempting to keep him closer, “But I wanna feel you when you get back. Not latex.”

You tried not to smirk against his lips when you felt a low rumble from his chest into his throat.

“Fuck, don’t get me started, _______,” he whined, his hand already going back to your face. His fingers caressed your jaw as his eyes traced between your eyes and lips. Everything in him was begging to have you in that moment.

“Come on, Joo. One more time before you go?” you breathed out against his cheek in between the kisses you pressed to it.

You could feel his breathing getting heavier, and one glance at his lap let you know he was at least considering it. You tested the waters by leaning down and kissing under his jaw, his weak spot. You hummed, “Please.”

Your boyfriend merely groaned in response before he was taking your face in his hands, bringing your lips to his in an abrupt, smashing kiss. He took control easily, you always melted into putty in his hands. You molded to him in any way he manipulated you. He had eased you onto your back, your thighs at the edge of the bed as he continued to make out with you fervently.

Despite how tender and careful he was in his touches, there was an underlying, waiting sense of ferociousness. Like he was waiting for the perfect moment to unleash on you. And you couldn’t wait for the moment to come. You tried to coax it from him, using your fingers to grip at his back. You urged him closer with the rocking of your hips, with the nudging of your feet against his ass. He simply chuckled at your attempts, finding you cute when you were so desperate for him.

He whispered sweet nothings to you as you both discarded your clothing, utters of how beautiful you looked. How good you would feel. How he already couldn’t wait to come back even though he hadn’t left yet. Before the sadness could settle in you again, you were moaning at the feeling of his bare cock resting over your pelvis. His lips peppered kisses all over your chest as his hand pumped his erection in preparation for you. He smiled to himself when you started to move your hips up, quietly exhorting him to fuck you.

“Are the condoms still in the drawer?” he asked you, starting to peel himself away so he could go get them.

You stopped him, hands holding onto his biceps for dear life, “We don’t need to use them. If this is the last time we do this before you go, I want to feel you, Jooheon. Just you.”

Your boyfriend’s dick twitched, and he leaned back down to capture your lips again. He was so whipped for you. His heart skipped a beat when he felt your body pressed up against his. When he heard the sounds you made for him. When he felt how wet you were already. His fingertips swiped up your slit, and he relished in the airy moans you let out before he circled your clit.

“I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around me,” he said, watching your resolve crumble beneath his touch, “It’s been so long since we did it raw.”

It was; over a year, in fact. And it nearly didn’t happen at all. The two of you were getting hot and heavy in his car one day on a road trip, and had gotten to the best part before realizing neither of you had a condom on you. After a minute of panic, you decided to say fuck it and went through with your actions anyway. But you lived in anxiety afterwards. You weren’t really nervous about getting pregnant with Jooheon’s kid, though being pregnant at all did make your stomach sink. But you were more so nervous about tarnishing Jooheon’s career and/or reputation. You wouldn’t be able to live with yourself if you were the cause of such turmoil. Luckily, you didn’t fall pregnant, but you two swore not to do it with condom again until you were both sure that’s what you wanted to do. Now just felt right.

“I want to feel you,” you repeated eagerly, getting impatient. You could feel him lining up at your entrance, his hand still stroking his erection.

“You’ll feel me, baby. All of me.”

Boy, did you. You sucked in a breath as he sunk between your folds, filling you to the brim with his thick length. You watched his face screw up with a disgruntled expression as he felt your tight walls constrict him. He forgot how good you felt like this.

“Holy shit,” he grunted.

You smiled, urging him to start thrusting by pulling on his waist with your hands. Your nails lightly dug into his skin. He hissed while he pulled out, barely keeping his tip in before thrusting back into you slowly. His hips bucked into yours in a growing rhythm. Heavy breaths and the sounds of wet kissing surrounded you two. It was like the two of you made lustful music when you made love. That’s what it always was with him. “Fucking” didn’t sound right to Jooheon. If he was going to have sex with you, he was going to pour in every ounce of his love and appreciation for you that he could muster.

He drilled into you, but his lips were soft and smooth in the way they touched your body, wherever they could reach. He made sure to tell you how good you made him feel and how well you took him. Little did you know that it was mostly because he could feel the effect it had on you. Every touch, every kiss, every word had your insides fluttering, your pussy clenching on him as if he would disappear if you didn’t. In a way, he was going to disappear, you supposed.

“I’m going to miss you so much,” you pouted, feeling that sinking sensation in your stomach as you felt tears welling up in your eyes again.

Jooheon’s hips faltered as he made eye contact with you. His orbs began to mirror yours briefly before he pulled himself together. He continued to thrust into you, softer than before, “I’ll miss you so much more, trust me. I’m gonna think about you every second of every day. Gonna count down the minutes until I can see you again.”

“Joo,” you moaned as you felt your climax building in your lower belly. Your leg muscles were tensing up from the impending sensation.

“Baby,” he whimpered, on the brink of his own release. This was the only bad part of not using a condom; you felt too good. There was no way in hell he could last as long as he usually did. All he could do was hope that you would want round two, and maybe a round three, or four . . .

“Want you to cum inside.”

“I will,” he nodded, eyelids closing tight as he shuddered. He was so close, “Gonna take it all?”

“Mhm,” you hugged around his shoulders, drawing him close until his forehead was on yours. He pressed a haphazard kiss to your nose out of passion, and you chuckled softly.

“Fuc-“ he couldn’t even finish before he was cumming, painting your core. He shook under your touch, his strength wavering under the weight of his orgasm. “Holy shit, that feels so good. You feel so good. I wish you could feel this the way I do.”

Your head was spinning from the way he talked you through it. You could only moan out his name as you came after him, his warmth filling you up sending you over the edge, “Oh my God.”

“That’s it,” he kissed your neck, then he leaned down to hug you properly. It felt oddly nice having his body weight on you, like a comforting blanket.

You would miss this. Not just the love-making, but all of it. Him. You would miss him. It was hard enough being away from him most days due to his job, but having him be unavailable for long periods of time was going to be a form of hell. All you wanted to do was have him like this all the time. All to yourself. You wanted to be able to kiss him and hold him whenever you felt like it. You didn’t want to worry about him up and leaving at any time for any reason. You wanted to have him completely. Was it still selfishness if it was out of pure, uncontainable love?

“Eighteen months,” you didn’t realize you had said it out loud until Jooheon pulled away to regard you with a crestfallen nod.

“Eighteen months,” he confirmed. You prayed that it would be the fastest year and six months of your life.

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[riotcat103]

I have this strong feeling that Mhin is a type of 'person' to give the best head pats, hugs and snuggles etc., and it's not just from the fact it'll take an act of God for them to do so, ...but yeah that's kinda it, if they actually do that, it'll be such a praise and honor since it's implied(in the game or/and the fandom) that Mhin is more of a talk and act of service rather than physical touch type of person when it comes to showing affection. So of course we'll take it to heart earning they're trust and affection since I guess it's well earned. But I also like to imagine that they really, REALLY wanted to touch/feel you ever since the time they developed feelings for you, but was scared to get TOO attached since I think they have attachment issues and, hello, you both have curses, and heavens knows WHAT will happen, they're scared to loose you because of they're curse, or loose you because of your curse, and even if you died because of your curse, Mhin will still feel guilty cause hey, you BOTH are looking for a cure, the burden of you dying and they can't do anything about it FRIGHTENS them, cause they can't do anything to protect you from yourself and from them.

THIS IS A MHIN APPRECIATION POST CAUSE I LOVE THEM SMMMM( also they're hands???? bitch I feel like an orgasm is gonna rip out of me just from looking at them)

#touchstarved #touchstarved game #touchstarved mhin #touchstarved meme #mhin #ts mhin #mhin x reader #i wanna marry them #visual novel #mhin x me lol #shitpost #touchstarved fanart #mhin touchstarved #they/them #USE THE RIGHT PRONOUNS FOR MHIN GODDAMIT #mmm #mx #marry me

[femdomlieeh]

Riding your thigh (m)

Sub!Monsta X ✧ Dom!Fem!Reader

WARNINGS—nsfw ✧ thigh-riding ✧ praising ✧ degrading ✧ dirty talk ✧ mentions of spanking, breath play & oral sex ✧ BDSM ✧ pet names (mommy, babyboy, puppy, princess)

NOW PLAYING—vampire ✧ Olivia Rodrigo

[A/N.] This is unedited and I wrote this a long time ago but I want to prioritize my time and energy on writing new fics instead like

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이호석 / wonho

Wonho's cheeks would puff up, as well as redden at your words. He likes it when you introduce new positions, and in return always acts all innocent with a flustered reaction as if he never knew those types of positions existed — but it's just an act. His cutie-like self would not question you at all; he'd smile and get on your lap without a word. To add more effect to his angel acting he'd maybe ask you about directions.

But once he got to action he no longer seemed like an innocent angel who didn't know what thigh-riding was. His hips would be grinding very seducingly — as if it were an erotic dance he'd practice for months — and his hands would be on your shoulders so there would be space between you so you could see him. He'd love to get praised. Praises would be motivating. This boy would love it so much he'd continue riding you even after cumming if you allowed him to. His stamina comes in handy.

"Should I take my clothes off or keep them on, Mami?"

After your answer he got on your thigh and sat down, ready for fun time.

"Am I doing this right, Mami?" he asked innocently, fully knowing he was a pro, because he wanted praise.

He will not admit that he's a dirty boy. No way. He'll still act like he's too pure to know what thigh-riding is, but every time he gets back on your lap he proves your theory of him being a freak to be true. Despite craving to ride your thigh again, he'll wait for you to tell him to do it instead of asking you. If you want to mess with him you can refrain from ever bringing it up. If you rile him up enough his innocent bubble might burst and he'll beg to get on your though again. Innocent angel? Pfft.

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 손현우 / shownu

Hyunwoo's a softie, but he likes it rough. He knows that if he ever were to ride your thighs he wouldn't be able to go any different. Thus he'd be worried of actually getting off too hard on your thighs :C He'd be blushy and try to slow down, even if it wasn't enjoyable for him. You'd have to encourage him and grab his hips and physically make him ride your thigh harder and faster. After a while of seeing that you're completely fine, he'd get more comfortable and let loose of the tension he was previously feeling. The effort he'd put into it would be shocking since he's so shy and 'innocent'.

"B-But, Mama," he stuttered as his cheeks reddened.

"But what, Babybear?"

"I-I don't wanna hurt you," he looked down insecurely.

"You've been such a good boy this week, you deserve to get off on my thigh. Now listen to Mama and ride, okay?"

"Ye-Yes, Mama."

In the future, he would get flustered even at the mere mention of the first time he had ridden your thigh. And because of the embarrassment, he won't have the courage to ask you to do it again. If you asked him to do it again, however, he'd gladly do it (still blushing as if it were his first time, of course). He'd say he'd do it 'because he's a good boy', but the truth is that he had wanted to do it again ever since the first time.

Progressively, he'd feel more easy-going about it, and would muster up the courage to ask you if he could do it again. He'd be stuttering during the little speech that he had prepared beforehand and his face'd become red if you allow him to. Thigh-riding will only be occasional because it's his guilty pleasure and he feels abashed about asking you — but he'll give his all any time he does it. Take the first step for his sake.

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이민혁 / minhyuk

Minhyuk is the human version of a puppy. He would get on your lap and hump you like there was no tomorrow. Boy has no shame and is always up for the dirty.

"Get on my lap."

"Okayyy~" he sang cutely.

Baam! In a second he was sitting comfortably on your lap like you ordered.

"Now ride it, Puppy."

He grinned.

"Okay, Mommyyy~"

Not caring enough to take time to dedress when he's horny, he'd be the one to do it fully clothed. You would maybe need to slow him down, because his great excitement would make him go crazy on your thigh. Guide him through it.

If he doesn't listen to you, give him a spank and he'll be sure to listen. After a while into it, he'd take off his shirt or drag down his collar so you could give him some hickeys. Your attention and affection is important to him. Your hands guiding and caressing his body, your lips and teeth nibbling on his purple skin would be the only way to get him to cum.

"This is so much fun, Mommy," he moaned and arched his back at the sensation.

He threw his head further back to give you more access to his neck. Panting, he managed to say what he wanted the most during that moment: "M-Mark me, Mommy. Please, please, please—"

He will act like such an adorable and good boy for you if it means that he can ride your thigh in the end. From calling you Mommy in sweet scenarios to giving you head without wanting anything in return — he'll do everything to prove that he deserves it. He'll love to do it randomly too. Imagine watching a movie with him on your lap and he suddenly starts grinding slowly on you and whimpers out pleads.

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유기현 / kihyun

Kihyun's eyes would pop out. He'd be shocked people even do that, because he's a pure, holy child of God. It wouldn't take long until the stupefaction would turn into shyness. He'd be so flustered and ask you if he heard you right just to make sure his brain hadn't messed with him. Oh boy would he become even redder after you confirmed he'd heard you right. You'd have to lead him through the whole process or else he'd just sloppily ride you with insecure thoughts hunting him. In a very foreign situation like this one he'd need you to tell him what he should do and what he shouldn't do.

He'd be very obedient and would flush at any compliment you gave him, but on the inside he'd feel very sexy and confident in himself at the praising. By the end of it he'd be back to being pure and holy and would deny that it was indeed very pleasant to ride your thigh. But when you two'd go to sleep that night he wouldn't be able to stop thinking of it as he reluctantly smiled.

"You want me to w-wHat?"

"Ride my thigh."

"A-Are you for sure?"

"Yes. Now."

"I— Uhm— Okay—"

Sheepishly he followed through your command.

"Good boy."

"T-Thank you, M-Mommy."

He will never admit that it feels good. The only time he ever could go against himself and actually admit he was into it will be when he's very, very, very needy for your thigh — which is very rare. But you could also find out that he's into it if you find him watching thigh-riding porn, which by the way would result in him not being able to look you in the eyes for at least a week. It'll be better for you both if he himself tells you that he likes it. And if he does decide to tell you one day, he'll expect you guys to start doing it often.

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채형원 / hyungwon

Hyungwon would get on your lap and look you in the eyes confidently. He's often sassy and shit, but in the bedroom his missions are to impress you and satisfy you — he'd still be a power bottom, but he'd be a nice, not-too-bratty one. You'd have to grab his butt with one hand and choke him with the other, or else he'd physically bring your hands to where they should be. If you called him something other than Princess he'd tell you off. He's the definition of thigh-riding Princess. Since he wants to be a good Princess he'd need you to tell him he is one.

If you didn't praise him enough he'd think he didn't do good. But he wouldn't become sad about it, instead he'd ask you for guidance. By the end of the session he'd be tired and want the Princess treatment — cuddle him and let him sleep on top of you.

"Wanna take a ride?" you asked and patted your thigh.

"Of course, Mommy."

He made his way to you and plumped down on you, putting his ass out in an arch.

"This—" he looks down at your lap and up into your eyes, "—This is my throne."

He will start sitting on your lap more often. Both because he wants some lovey-dovey time and because he wants come touchy-touchy time. If it's the latter he wants, he'll move a little against you to send you signals of what mood he is in, even if it makes him a bad Princess. Another occasion he'd sit on your lap would be when he's jealous and wants to show that he obviously is your Princess. Back to the thigh-riding, he'll make it your routine to do it at least once a week, because it's his favorite form of masturbation.

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이주헌 / joohoney

Jooheon would love the idea as soon as it went past your lips. He's always up for anything Mommy wants. But he'd feel like he needed to put on a show for you and would thereof feel pressured to be good enough for you. Confidentally, he'd get on your thigh, but when it came to actually riding you thigh he wouldn't be as confident since it's his first time doing it on you.

He'd try his best and be as cute for you as possible, moaning out your name, telling you how much he appreciates you, pecking your neck as he hides in it — everything to prove to you that he loves you. If you say something filthy in return he'd keep his head on your shoulder and wouldn't look at you for a while out of embarrassment. If you praised him cutely, however, he'd get giggly and encouraged to continue showing how much of a good boy he is for you. He'd be so exhausted after he cummed, because of how much work he put into it. You better give him nice aftercare.

"Your thigh is so nice, Mommy," he whimpered out.

"You're doing so good, Honey. Only you can look this pretty riding my thigh."

With deeper dimples from smiling, he fastened his pace.

At first he'll only do it if you encourage him to, because then he knows you like it too. Eventually after you've requested to do it a couple more times, he'll become confident and start surprising you every now and then. It'll both be sexy and cutie time. He'll be able to make thigh-riding cute with his small whines at your praises and with his fluffy hair sticking to his forehead. If you don't cuddle afterwards he'll become pouty and cross his arms until you hug and kiss him.

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임창견 / i.m

Changkyun would be like 'finally she asked me'. Like this is something he's wanted to do for so long. No matter how cute he is, he is not innocent at all. Just the thought of rubbing himself against your thigh, whilst looking into your eyes, and moaning for you turns him on. He'd be a little bratty at first, because you didn't want to do it earlier on in the relationship.

Out of all the boys he'd be the one most likely to ask you if you two could do it. Anyway, he'd be a soft boy and would want affection such as kissing, touching, or just praising words, from you at all times. He'd also love it if you helped him by keeping your hands on his hips or if you grinded your thigh up against him. After cumming he'd stop being whiny and would instead be fully satisfied.

"Took you long enough, Mommy."

"What do you mean?"

"I basically live on your lap. I want to be on your lap all the time, Mommy. Whether it's for cuddling or humping," he whined and pouted dramatically with crossed arms.

"Come here, my Babyboy," you said and opened your arms for him.

He kept arms crossed but still listened to you.

"Show me what you want to do on my thigh," you whispered and pecked his pout.

His pout turned into a dimpled smile.

"Okay then, Mommy," he whined softly.

Oh how he was going to enjoy every single moment of it.

He'll ask you to do it again for sure. He's very submissive and baby-like and isn't ashamed of himself or his sexual preferences. If you denied him he'd be all pouty and whiny, and would complain along the lines of 'But I've been a good boy~' and 'Why not, Mommy? I thought you loved me.' Let him ride you for fuck's sake. He's a good boy and he deserves it. He also deserves the best cuddle sessions afterwards.

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❝ And every girl I ever talked to told me you were bad, bad news

You called them crazy, God, I hate the way I called them crazy too

(...)

Went for me, and not her

'Cause girls your age know better ❞

—olivia isabel rodrigo; 2023

#sub!monsta x #sub!mx #sub!kpop #sub!idol #dom!reader #sub!shownu #sub!hyunwoo #sub!wonho #sub!hoseok #sub!minhyuk #sub!kihyun #sub!hyungwon #sub!jooheon #sub!joohoney #sub!i.m #sub!changkyun #monsta x smut #monsta x imagines #monsta x scenarios #monsta x reactions #sub kpop #sub idol #sub monsta x #sub shownu #sub wonho #sub minhyuk #sub kihyun #sub hyungwon #sub jooheon #sub changkyun

[blizzardfluffykpop]

If Only

Summary: Maybe if you told him about your feelings at the venue the last time you were here, you’d be together now. But now you’re here again, and you wonder if you turn to find him, will he even be looking for you? 

Oneshot

Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Flashbacks, Slight College au, Possibly Suggestive at the end?

Word Count: 3,674

Hoseok (Wonho) X Reader

[Song Inspiration: If Only, From Zero, Don’t Regret]

Preface: "Not a day goes by that I don't think of you. I wish I told you what I really felt. If I go back to where we last were, will you be looking for me too? Will you still love me as I love you? Can we start again? But differently? Can we be together in ways we always wished?"

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You remember the last time you and Hoseok were together as if it were yesterday. It was a week before you both graduated. And you had bought tickets to see your favorite band and invited him along. He hyped your outfit up and told you how excited he was to hear some songs live. He knew their songs because you had listened to their music together, just as you had listened to his favorite band’s music. He made you giggle until the venue started letting people in, and he held your hand and helped ease your nerves. After all, it would be the first time you'd seen them live. You showed them your tickets, and they let you in. Hoseok put them into his coat pocket for safekeeping and held you close so you didn't lose track of each other as you looked for your seats. 

You guys excitedly waited for the concert to begin. And when the openers came out, you got up and cheered. They played a few cover songs, and you both sang along. It was wonderful. But the real excitement came after they exited the stage. You turned to Hoseok, and he grabbed your hands as you excitedly shook them. He giggled, and your heart felt like it was about to leap out of your chest, not just from the excitement of seeing your group. But from him and all the feelings you had bottled up for him. When they came out, you both screamed, cheered, and danced the night away to the songs. 

When your favorite song came on, you gasped and shook him as he laughed. You twirled and sang along loudly, enjoying every moment of it. It felt like a dream come true. At the end of the song, you looked at him to see if he was enjoying it too. And he was smiling big and bright over at you, with his camera pointed towards you and not the stage. You shook your head at him, and he laughed, “You looked so happy. I couldn’t film anything but you.” You blushed and shook your head at him again before continuing to jam with him to the rest of the songs.

You both loudly screamed for an encore, wanting to hear them perform more of their music. And they came back out and played a fan favorite. Everyone was jumping, and the two of you were jumping right along with them. As the last note rang through the crowd, you were both sweaty and laughing. He presses his forehead to yours, "I wish tonight would never have to end." You held your forehead to his, "I wish it never had to either." But then you moved away and gathered your things to leave. He walked you home, and all you two talked about was the performance and not your shared feelings. At the time, you knew he loved you back. You don't know why you never told him. It never made sense, but he never said anything, either. And that was the last time you two ever saw each other, and you never stopped thinking about it. 

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Graduation came and flew by in a flash. Friends you knew were now married, traveling the world, or having babies. Did time really move that fast? Or was it just your own perception? It always seemed like when you left college. You would know exactly what you wanted to do next with your life. But now, as you sit in your bedroom apartment, you really start to wonder if you knew anything back then. You had tried everything from moving from place to place to seeing new faces and having different careers. But your mind still lingered on the same person. You could be doing something completely unrelated and still, find ways to connect it back to him.

Even now, as you throw your head back against your pillow, you can’t help but think how his smile would make everything better. But that was something you had to lay to rest the day you both graduated. You were attracted to him the second you laid eyes on him, and when you got to know him, you fell deeply in love with him. You tried dating various people after falling for him, but by the fourth date, you’d realize you didn’t want anyone else but him. He was everything you wanted and more. 

And maybe that’s why you were buying concert tickets to see his favorite band perform. One that you didn’t care for until you listened to them in his dorm. You remember staying up that whole night listening to each other's favorite artists and getting to know each other more. Or maybe it was because it was the last place you were with him. What if he was there? Would you have the courage, then? Your friend, Lyd, texts you that she wants to go and sends you the money. And you smile as you purchase the tickets. Maybe you needed a new memory in that place to move on. But could you truly move on from someone you loved so deeply? You shook your head. You decided to enjoy the experience and have a fun time with your friend, regardless of past events that took place there.

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You sat beside him after a long day of midterms in your first year. And you both stayed up the whole night, showing each other song after song. He showed you his sketchbook and told you about his dream of playing in a band. You gushed over how beautiful his sketches were and how you believed he could create a band larger than life. He shook his head, thanking you, and asked you about your aspirations. You showed him the writings you wrote but told him that you weren’t positive you wanted to turn your hobby into your career. And he told you how elaborate and beautiful he thought your words were and how not all art had to be for profit. Because as long as it made you happy, it didn’t have to make you money. He held you against his chest as you listened to another song he liked by them. He made you feel safe in ways you didn’t know you needed safety. And with that, you guys fell asleep on his bed listening to music together. 

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You haven’t seen him since before you graduated because you had to move back in with your family for a few months to take care of some things. You could have kept in contact, but neither of you ever reached out. You were always two distant stars watching and liking each other’s stories. He was out living his best life, and so were you. He was touring with his band, and you were working part-time and writing little stories while hanging out with your friends. Every photo or video that contained him always had your heart stuttering. You couldn’t believe that you let him slip through your fingers. It was something you majorly regretted. Even as you stand in line with one of your friends, you can’t help but think about what it’d be like to attend this concert with him. 

The venue was two cities outside of your old university. You used to grab a bus and head here all the time, whether you were attending the concert by yourself, with your friends, or with him. Interrupting your thoughts for a second, your friend asks, “I’ve never been to this venue before. What’s it like?” And you smile, “It’s beautiful. It’s got golden decals and a very high ceiling. And the stage, no matter where you’re sitting, feels like you’re sitting right in front of the performers. And the acoustics in the room? Are magnificent.” She grins, “Oh wow! I can’t wait to get inside!” You smile and ask, “I know you saw them last month. Did they perform any hidden tracks?” She grins and tells you about how they performed a bonus track off of their older album and how it was her favorite song, and to hear it felt magical. You grin, “I hope they perform it tonight, then!” You weren’t that close, but you connected over your shared music taste. She knew bits and pieces of your past and why you liked this group. She was sure that he had a crush on you back then too. “Oh! My girl is calling!” She cheerily tells you and answers, and you smile. You knew Claire about as well as you had known Lyd. And you listen to them talk until the line starts moving. She hangs up and promises to get her some merch before leaving. 

You get in, and they scan your tickets, you locate your seats, and you’re off to get soft drinks while she’s off to buy merch. You give her twenty for a shirt, knowing the other five would cover her pop. It takes a while before you both can return to your seats. You sit down and drink your pop as she shows you the hoodie she got herself. The cute beanie she got her girlfriend, and the shirt she got you. Originally you were going to wear it as a sleep shirt, but it was just the right color and style for you to wear everywhere. You thank her and put it on your chair so you don’t lose it.

The venue continues to fill up, and as the lights turn on, you take a moment to look around. And that’s when you see him... The man you’ve been internally searching for since you left him. You gulp, and he catches your stare before you can look away. You give him a small smile, and he does the same, and you both turn from each other, “Um, Lyd… I uh…” She raises her eyebrow at you, “What?” You whisper, “He’s here…” She gasps, “No way!” She whips her head in the direction you were looking in before. She claps her hands and looks at you, “This could be it!” You blink at her and ask, “This could be... What?” She grins, “You guys can finally rekindle and fall in love!” You gulp but can’t help but sneak glances at him, “But… How? He’s probably married by now. And has like five kids, if not grandkids.” She hits your arm, “Honey. He is way too young to have grandkids. And the last time you were here, it was with him! It’s like fate brought you back together!” You shake your head, “That’s impossible.” But you can’t help but look towards him again to see him staring back. 

And before you can say anything more, the opener comes out, and the lights turn on, “Give it up for The Starches!” Everyone stands up, and she gasps, “You weren’t kidding. It feels like we’re right against the stage even though we’re at least fifteen rows back!” You laugh, “Yeah.” And while you haven’t heard of this group before, you certainly enjoyed them! You filmed a few of their songs, planning to check them out later. And the two of you jumped to the songs as the guitar wailed and the drums pounded beats through your souls. 

Several songs later, they exit the stage. And people scatter to the restroom and to get refills. But you turn to look at Lyd, and she smiles, “Go to him.” You gulp, “You sure?” She nods, “You love him. I could tell from the way you talked about him and even now. You love him deeply. So, go to him.” She shoos you, and without second guessing yourself, you get up and head to him to see him getting out of his chair and coming over to you. You laugh, and he smiles, “I uh…” His hand rubs the back of his neck as he goes, “I didn’t expect to see you here.” You nod, “I thought you were touring?” He nods, “I am… I just saw they were performing here. And well, I had to see them.” You smile, “Me too…” 

You guys move into his aisle as people start returning from the concessions. “Where’s your next performance?” He smiles, “Several cities over.” You nod, “Living the big rockstar life you always wanted?” He grins, “Yeah, what have you been doing?” You shrug, “This, that, and the other. Nothing special.” He shakes his head, “You're living your life, and that’s special.” You smile, “I guess so.” He nods, “Who’s your friend over there?” “Oh, that’s Lyd!” He waits for you to continue, so you do, “She’s my friend. We’ve recently gotten to know each other because of our similar music tastes. We saw they were performing close, and we decided to go.” He lets out a sigh and says like he’s relieved, “That’s nice! I hope your friendship continues to grow!” You smile and nod, “Did you bring anyone?” He shrugs, “Kind of? My bodyguard comes with me no matter what.” You blink, “Oh?” And look over a few seats to see him intently watching the two of you. Being caught, he gives a friendly wave. You both wave back, and he goes, “Yeah, that’s Bo. He’s a great guy. He takes care of me and my members.” 

You didn’t expect your first conversation to be so awkward. You stand and stare at each other. With so many things you wanted to say to each other but no words to convey your thoughts. You sigh as you gesture that you should head back to your seat. But before you can leave, Lyd comes up behind you both, “Hey, I was just talking to Bo, and he said he’d be better at watching over you if you sat in front of him.” You both blink at her and out of Hoseok’s sight and into yours. She winks. You ask softly, “Would you like to sit with me?” He smiles, “I would love to.” When Hoseok turns to walk towards your seats first, both Bo & Lyd give you a thumbs up. You shake your head, Lyd wasn’t about to let you pass up this opportunity, and it seems neither was Bo. 

You sit beside him, your heart thumping in your chest as the background music plays. You speak up, “You know, the last time we were here together was to see my favorite band…” He nods, “Yeah, now we’re seeing my favorite band here together…” “It makes a kind of karmic sense, doesn’t it?” He smiles, “I think so. I’m glad I get to see them with you.” 

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Senior year, he was lying in your bed playing on his laptop as you wrote a few more notes in your notebook. He told you excitedly, “They came out with a new album!” You grinned, “Really?” And you both listened to it. And you added your favorites to your playlists. He goes, “That was amazing! Did you enjoy it?” You nodded, and he continued, “This next song was a pre-release, but it became my favorite. I hope it becomes dear to you because I’m dedicating it to you.” You held back your tears at that as you whispered, “Ho-ho, you don’t have to.” He shook his head, “I want to. Now listen.” And you can tell why he fell for it the second it started playing. It had all the right notes, the correct key, and perfect melodies. You bobbed your head along and fell in love with it just like you had with him. He put it on repeat and pulled you into his chest, and the two of you basked in the moment. Maybe someday you’d get the courage to tell him. 

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They finally come out, and you both cheer, and he smiles as you sing along to the songs together. It felt right to sing with him again. You wished you never lost connection. But as you look at him in the corner of your eye, if this is where you ended up all over again. Then you don’t regret it. Getting to spend another moment with him had your heart singing louder than your voice to the music. It made all the difference in not seeing for two years. You turned around as they played Lyd's favorite and high-fived her as she loudly screamed. As that song ended, you heard the first notes of the song, his favorite and the one he dedicated to you. And your heart feels full as he starts dancing and singing his heart out to it. You can't help but giggle and capture it all on your camera. You couldn’t be more in love if only he loved you back. 

He catches you just like you had caught him filming you that night at the very end of the song. He shakes his head at you, and the first act ends, and the band walks back to change. You both sit down and tell him, “I thought you deserved to see yourself dancing and having a good time to your favorite song like you did for me all those years ago.” He laughs, and you ask, “Did you ever change your number?” He tells you he didn’t, and you scroll down in your texts and send him the video. “You never deleted my texts?” You shake your head, “Never had the heart to.” He nods, pulls out his phone, and scrolls down to show you he didn't either. 

It could be the simplest thing that would remind you of him. From bunnies to the color blue, you saw him in everything. And in the two years, you were apart. You certainly couldn’t get rid of anything he sent or gave you. You were sentimental over it all. It may have been as simple as a ‘Hi!’ post-it note to the stuffed bunny he got you. You had kept all of it in a tin on top of your bedside table, wanting to access it whenever you missed him. After all, you were still in love with him, even though you had no contact with him.

You ask, “Do you still have Mew-Mew?” He smiles and nods, “Do you still have Bun-Bun?” You shake your head 'yes'. And that’s when the band returns. You jump around and sing with him again. Although, this time, you were in each other’s bubbles, much more comfortable beside each other. You looked over at him as the drummer did his solo perfectly and grinned, and he smiled right back. 

When the concert ended, he grabbed your hand, and you both yelled, “Encore! Encore!” Pumping your intertwined hands into the air, hooting and hollering until they returned. Even as you sing along to their last song, you don’t let go of each other’s hands. With the confidence you have left, you squeeze his hand, and he looks over you, and you become entranced. And he sings the line to you, “I don’t want to be your past. I think we'll both regret…” You hold back your tears as you bring him into your arms. He holds you as you both sway to the melody. And you sing the words right back to him. As you both pull back with tears in your eyes, you grasp his other hand in yours. 

The band exits the stage, and people start clearing out. You tell him, “You know, I never stopped thinking about you.” He gives you a small smile, “I never stopped loving you.” You both start crying, and he goes, “Please, don’t let me be your past.” You shake your head, “You’ve always been my present. You’re with me even when you’re not. I’m still deeply in love with you.” He smiles, “You're like that for me too…” You sigh, wiping your tears away with your shoulder, “Will you do me the honor of being mine officially?” He grins with wet cheeks, “It would be an honor to be yours.” 

That’s when you hear an ‘ahem!’ You both look over, and Bo goes, “I’d hate to interrupt, but it looks like this place is almost cleared out. We should probably get going.” The two of them are both grinning at the two of you, “We heard everything.” You laugh and let go of one of his hands to pick up your concert tee. So, he can lead you out of your seats. As you walk to the doors, Lyd says, “Oh, Clarie said she could pick me up. So don’t worry about me! I’ll be seeing you next week!” Bo clears his throat, “I uh have some business at this thing to like be at... And, yeah, so…” He trails off and goes, “But, I’ll walk you to their car.” Hoseok laughs and teases, “Okay. If you’re sure you don’t want to come along~” Bo shakes his head adamantly, “No, um, I think you two have some things to catch up on, and I don’t want to hear that.” The four of you laugh as Lyd leaves for her girlfriend’s car. 

After the two of you are all settled in, Bo wishes you both well and for you to have him home at a reasonable time. And he’s off, and you turn to look at him, “I regret not telling you I was in love with you sooner.” He shakes his head, “I regret it too, but now we have each other. So, there is no need to regret it anymore. We just have a lot to catch up on…” You smile, “Let’s not waste another moment, huh?” He nods, and you’re off to spend the rest of the evening and forever together. 

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MX x Reader Prompt

Hey, it’s me again! I hope you had a great a Christmas (If you do celebrate.) and an even better new years also did you like Mario’s Madness V2? Also what are your favorite song(s) from the mod. Personally I liked Last Course and Starman Slaughter the most.

Anyways I’m getting off track… 👀 😅

So, imagine this.. Boyfriend, Reader and Girlfriend are all dating (Or they can be friends if you don’t like poly relationships.) but when we they get the cartridge for the cursed Mario game. (Mario’s Madness..) They go through mostly everyone but then they get to MX’s stage. MX is looking to kill the group but he takes interest in Reader and tries to take them away from Boyfriend and Girlfriend and claim them as his own but Boyfriend and Girlfriend ain’t having none of that so they try their best to keep reader away from MX.

You can decide how the ending goes.. (Please use She/They pronouns..)

Anyways that’s it.. I hope you’re doing okay and please remember to take care of yourself. 🫶🏽🫶🏽

MX Taking An Interest In Reader

Hey there thanks for the ask!

I did have a great Christmas and New Years (besides my injury of course). Honestly I really loved Mario’s Madness V2. It’s one of the best mods out there. My favourite songs from the mod is MX’s 2nd song Demise (totally not bias or anything lol) but I also like Paranoia and Dark Forest.

Also I did friendship for this ask hope you don’t mind. Don’t have anything against poly relationships I just thought it would be best for this scenario. ~J/Blaze

Pronouns: She/They

Warning: ⚠️Kidnapping + Harm Done To Reader + Mentions Of Murdering⚠️

Requested: Yes/No

Characters: MX + BF + GF

Proofread: ❌

Credits: Art by Deadtos on DeviantArt + Banner by Kaileyfln on Pinterest

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- Honestly, how the fuck did you get yourself in this situation? Well I’ll tell you how. You see your friends BF and GF invited you over to hang out and how could you resist saying no to the lovely couple so you immediately headed over. At first it was a bit silent due to the three of you not knowing what to do, then eventually one of you brought up playing a game. So you decided to order a random Mario game and just like that it immediately arrived. Being full of excitement, BF immediately opened it only for the three of you to find a cartridge which had some substance on it and had the word 'MARIO' in all capitals.

+ All three of you gave each other a confused look wondering what was up with the cartridge “Maybe it’s some new design?” You spoke up although it was a weird reasoning it was the only thing you can think of “yeah I guess so?” BF said in response to which GF shrugged her shoulders “Let’s just get this shit over with” she sighed as went back to sit on the couch with you joining her while BF went to set up the console and honestly that’s all you remember. The next few seconds happened so fast. First you saw BF next to you then he was gone then the same happened to GF then eventually you felt a hand roughly grabbing onto your shirt and dragging you into the TV to which you managed to find both of your friends there.

- That’s how you got dragged into this mess, meeting a range of disturbing people based on the classic super hero Mario and his friends. Luckily thanks to BF and his rapping skills he managed to get all three of you out of the situation however something worse was about to happen.

- The three of you had recently beaten the previous EXE and were on your way to go face the next one you were faced with a Mario look-alike and with everything that has happened so far the three of you knew what was going to go down. You were already facing another one however something felt different. Obviously you could tell he had insane bloodlust for all of you but you started to notice something. You couldn’t tell if it was your eyes playing with you but you could swear that whoever this was, he was staring at you. Like he was curious about you. Eventually both BF and GF had started to notice this thing being oddly creepy around you. Obviously they were both worried because they didn’t know what may or may not happen to you.

- Eventually shit hit the fan as the being then revealed his true self as MX and to say you were overwhelmed with fear was an understatement. Like sure the others had something that set off some fear in you, you didn’t know why but you felt like this is different. Maybe because for some reason he had an eye on you but you trust BF and he managed to get all three of you this far so you paid no attention to it. MX on the other hand you’ve caught his eye. The only thing that is going through his head is “I’m taking them”. He doesn’t know why but that doesn’t matter to him.

- Even though he knew you were on GF and BF’s side so obviously you were up to something but at the same time he had a feeling you didn’t have anything special going on, just someone who just so happened to get roped into their business and had to suffer the consequences of it. For some strange reason he liked that. He figured he could use you as some sort of bait for the two of them, maybe using this to get to know other things about you and keep you forever bringing despair onto the couple over being responsible for losing a friend of theirs. So with quick thinking and reflexes he managed to quickly snatch you before the rest of you could react.

+ You couldn’t help letting out a slight noise as you felt MX’S tight grip around you, holding you like a doll before bringing you close to his face. That damn sadistic smile on his face as he eyed you up and down causing shivers being sent down your spine “…well aren’t you a fascinating human” he eventually spoke up paying no attention to BF and GF who now started talking to him demanding that he let you go “Hey, leave her alone she’s not the one your fighting here!” BF stood in front like he was going to physically fight him despite the massive size compared to him and MX “Yeah you heard him let [Name] go” GF preparing herself to save you not caring about what might happen to her “[Name]…so that’s what your called” MX chuckled to himself “I’ve got to say it definitely suits someone like you” You feel yourself physically getting disgusted at the way he was talking to you as finger dragged itself from your face down to your chin forcing you to look at him. Eventually he had enough of being in BF & GF trying to give you back so he took you to a place, planning on keeping you away till he gets rid of the two himself.

- You confused as fuck as to why the hell he wanted you well besides getting rid of the couple but besides that you honestly don’t know why. Should you feel glad that you’ve been chosen? Well to him you should but honestly you didn’t feel it. But you were just glad that he wasn’t trying anything with you, not yet at least. You did try your best to escape from his grip however it felt impossible due to his death like grip on your body, you could feel it almost crushing your body. You couldn’t tell if he actually was trying to kill you or not despite showing some interest in you.

- But surprisingly he actually didn’t try to kill you but it didn’t really change the fact that you didn’t really want to be around him. But luckily for you after a while you couldn’t really tell how long due not being able to tell the time. Eventually both GF and BF managed to find you much to his dismay. He desperately wanted to murder the two of them but at last he finally managed to go along with the gang's little game of rap battle offering you as a sacrifice to him if they lose. However, just like how it went in the game and with the earlier exe’s BF manages to defeat him not only once but twice, getting you back and escaping with some help from GF only to face more exe’s but honestly they didn’t care they were just happy to have you back.

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[rambunctioustoons]

two sides of the same coin. I think both their collective need to help others and avoid their own problems/feelings clash pretty hard.

just very -

"tell me how you feel!"

"no tell me how YOU feel"

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">:(( !!"

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[toniiswrld]

mx ☆ p.wb - 02

wonbin x fem reader

you bump into a hot guy at a band concert, but what happens when you realize the hot guy is a member of the band?

🎸 cw. foul language

“dude where the fuck have you been? we go on in 15” shotaros already yelling before wonbin can fully walk into the room.

“probably lurking through the crowd again to find his next hookup,” seunghan chimes into the conversation, earning laughs in agreement from sohee and anton.

“ill have you all know i was going to get a drink at the bar, i’m not the slut you guys want me to be so bad” wonbin crosses his arms over his chest, trying (but failing) to beat the slut allegations.

“sure you aren’t wonbin,” eunseok rolls his eyes at the boy, knowing well enough what wonbins true intentions are whenever he’s just ‘going to the bar’

“oh don’t act like you’re better than me, eunseok. didn’t you have some girl over last night?” he scoffs, the attitude he tried so hard to hold back slipping.

“okay first of all, she’s not just ‘some girl’, we’ve been dating for a month now. a concept you wouldn’t be able to understand” oohs can be heard across the room, the rest of the boys suddenly invested in eunseok and wonbins little argument.

“okay mr loverboy, not my fault i don’t wanna be tired down at 22”

“you’re going to let the right girl slip through your fingers if you keep fucking around, wonbin” eunseok doesn’t want to fight, but he is getting tired of his friends bullshit. the amount of girls he’s taken home within the last year was insane, he’s seen some really nice girls lose themselves in wonbin, changing their whole personalities for him, all for him to push them to the side for someone else. wonbin would one day realize his actions have consequences and he’s stopping himself from experiencing romance.

“you guys can argue later, we go on in 5” shotaro sighs as he gathers himself and the rest of the boys to get ready to get on stage. everyone does a quick touchup on their outfits and hair, wonbin keeping his arms crossed up until they get on stage.

eunseok doesn’t know anything, wonbin grumbles to himself as he picks up his bass, squinting as the stage lights turn on and he shakes his thoughts once he hears the uproar from the crowd.

he couldn’t worry about romance when the feeling he got from being on stage was something nothing could ever compare to. he didn’t want to be tied down when he had a crowd to please, and he has endless girls falling at his feet, so why would he stop that to be with just one person?

throughout the show, his mind kept going to the girl he bumped into at the bar. she was so beautiful, her skin glowed in the dim venue lighting and she had this vibe to her that was almost intimidating, but he didn’t want her to walk away. it was alluring, the way you didn’t throw yourself at him like everyone else who likes him, because they knew him already, they know he’s famous. what if once you figured out that he’s part of the band and you lose interest?

he tries to look for you in the crowd, he spots you for a brief moment but your eyes are focused on someone else, and when his eyes travel across the crowd he isn’t able to find you again.

he wishes he had gotten your name, only knowing you by princess, the name he had given you. so all he could do now was hope you would come to more shows, and hope that he would be able to get you alone.

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a/n: short little chapter from wonbins pov… actual juicy stuff coming in the next chapter i promise 🫣

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[mx-pastelwriting]

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