ljn. 16:47pm

pairing: model!jeno x reader

genre: nonidol!au, model!jeno, fluff, hurt/comfort, fluff

warnings: reader has Insecurities but i tried not to make it annoying and immature lol, mentions of alcohol, trust issues, allusions to cheating/jealousy but not heavy at all, happy ending because i cannot do sad endings i hate them

a/n: i thought of a timestamp for jeno the hoe finally. it’s based off his nyfw escapades obvi. i also made a sabrina carpenter joke bc i had to but don’t come at me bc i love her and have actually never listened to driver’s license jfjfjd. also ignore the time thing here w flights and shit time isn’t real anyways. aaaaandd no editing bc suck my dick and also it’s over 1k words okay enjoy!

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this was not an ideal time to be grocery shopping. it was the middle of the afternoon on a day that couldn’t decide what season it was in. you’d run out of kimchi and milk. a strange combination. so you’d gone to the small grocery store on the corner of your apartment complex. the sun was bright orange, casting strange rays through the white fluffy clouds.

the grocery store was empty except for the teller and a kid who was obviously skipping school to eat ramen and…cry? understandable honestly.

your outfit was fucked to say the least; an old crop top, faded jeans that were too far gone to be fashionable and the first sneakers you found. you’d only just managed to shower and do all the basic hygiene things. no product in your hair and a star shaped pimple sticker on your right cheek. the previous night had been rough. a party at your friend’s house had turned into comforting another friend during a drunken breakdown as well as a slight cold in the morning due to the combination of freezing night air and your barely-there outfit the night before.

you stood zoning out in front of the dairy section for a few minutes before you heard a voice next to you.

“contemplating the ethics of consuming animal products?” it was jeno. fuck it was jeno.

the guy you’d been talking to. the guy you’d had a crush on since the first day you met him in a shitty club in the middle of seoul. the guy you’d found out was a famous model the night before when you were scrolling through twitter and holding your friend’s hair as she threw up. that jeno.

you huffed out a laugh. “i had a rough night last night.”

“too much to drink?” he questioned.

you looked over at him. his hair held the remnants of gel and hairspray, making it look ruffled up in the best way possible. his face was bare, though the skin around his eyes was red, likely from taking off the makeup he had on the previous day.

“more like not enough,” you replied and reached over to finally grab the milk you’d come to get in the first place. “how was new york?”

he chuckled. “so you don’t text me back but you do stalk me?” his smile nearly pushed his eyes shut, as usual. how had you not guessed he was a model?

you were suddenly overly aware of your appearance. the bright purple jacket you stole from your mom and the orange on your yoga past clashed. the crop top you wore was sagging in random places from a few too many washing cycles. no make up, hair puffier than ever and not in a good way.

“i did not stalk you,” you narrowed your eyes at him, though a guilty tone took over your voice. “i just have the twitter app installed.”

you moved passed him to grab a tub of kimchi from the opposite side of the isle. unfortunately for you, he followed you.

“new york was okay,” he answered nonchalantly. he was much more focused on who was in front of him than he was on the previous night’s work. “i missed your texts though.”

“i was busy—”

“so was i,” he interrupted, “but i waited for you anyways.”

“jeno,” you started, ready to have to break the pathetic news to him.

“is it because i didn’t tell you?” he dropped his head, training his eyes on the tiles beneath him.

“no— though, that didn’t help—”

“i’m sorry,” he said it immediately. as though it was word vomit. “i don’t like to tell people. i’m sort of weird about it i—”

finally you chose to cut him off. “it’s a mixture of things. i’m insecure and i’m needy. i get jealous over random shit even if i know it’s stupid.”

you paused, gathering your thoughts. and jeno stood there waiting for you.

“i just don’t think us taking this any further would be good emotionally— for either of us,” you continued, “it’d hurt me and then i’d hurt you.”

jeno stood there in silence, his gaze finally meeting yours again as he looked up.

“i know you,” he said simply, “we’ve been talking for three months.”

that shocked you. had it really been three months? and you hadn’t known about this huge part of his life?

“i know you,” he said again, “and i’m more than happy to be with you. i don’t care how needy you think you are because i need you more.”

how did he manage to keep shocking you today?

“and i don’t care how jealous you think you can get because i’d only ever think about you,” he continued, but your sigh after his words brought him to a stop again.

“it’s not that i wouldn’t trust you. i would— i do,” you said, your eyebrows were furrowed in pain as you spoke. “i don’t trust my feelings. they don’t follow any sort of logic.”

“of course they do,” he nearly raised his voice. “feelings follow logic even if it’s not yours.”

“so you’re saying i should feel jealous seeing you with that blonde girl?”

“i’m saying that i won’t ever give you a reason to feel that way,” he sounded as if he was pleading with you, “i’m saying you’re all i see, and i’m going to do everything in my power to make you believe that.”

“jeno, that’s not fair to you.”

“in the last three months have you ever felt as though all my attention wasn’t on you?” his eyes were pleading now, too. shining with hope.

you were silent for a moment. you reflected on the time you’d spent talking to jeno and going on unofficial dates with him. meeting his friends, his sister, running errands with him. not once had you felt as if he valued anyone else more than you. it’s one of the biggest reasons you liked him so much. he showed you the same amount of affection you felt for him.

“no,” you answered plainly. you’d given in to what jeno wanted— and what you wanted.

“then let me carry on proving to you how much you mean to me, please,” he took your free hand in his, stroking it with his thumb.

you nodded your head, suddenly unable to meet his eyes.

“c’mon,” he pulled you to his chest and wrapped his arms around you. his scent was fresh and comforting. you closed your eyes as he held you, letting his presence flood your mind. “let me pay for this and we can go watch a movie at my place. i have a lot of funny stories from last night if you want to hear.”

you lifted your head and placed your chin on jeno’s chest, looking up at him. “what kind of stories?”

“well, most of them involve me barely understanding a word of english.”

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floating to you

✿ pairing | jaemin x reader

✿ synopsis | the time when your boyfriend had to resort to alternative methods just to make sure you stay safe while shopping.

✿ genre | fluff, established relationship, heavily inspired by that one tiktok of someone attaching a balloon to their s/o since they keep getting lost in the grocery aisles

✿ wc | 0.4k

✿ notes | i thought the idea fit jaem perfectly so i decided to make this drabble,, it’s a little short and not proofread, but i hope you enjoy it anyways <33 as per usual, lmk your thoughts on this!

m.list

𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄. ¹⁸⁺ ✧ 𝐍𝐀 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍

꒰ ♡ ꒱ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: fluffy smut ꒰ ♡ ꒱ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: you've noticed your boyfriend getting a lot . . . thicker lately.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 5.5k ꒰ ♡ ꒱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: no gendered pet names have been used for the (gn!afab!) reader; unprotected sex; oral (reader receiving); jaemin uses pet names like doll, pretty, baby, angel, whore, slut; big dick!jaemin; size kink; dacryphilia; dumbification if you squint; overstimulation if you squint; marking (jaemin receiving); it's pretty rough but it's also so sweet; choking; so so much praise; manhandling

꒰ 💬 ꒱ 𝐇𝐔𝐀'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄. my first fic! wah?! for the love of my life, na jaemin! pls give this lots of love<3

it’s a quiet saturday afternoon for both you and your boyfriend jaemin. neither of you have plans nor do you want to make any, so you’re spending the better part of your day lounging in bed together. he’s watching anime on the television screen across your bed while you scroll through tiktok on a lower volume. both of your legs are tangled together; your cheek is pressed against his bare chest, one arm wrapped around his back. meanwhile, he has his own arm secure around you, bicep acting as support for your neck while his hand rests on your hip. since you’re only wearing your panties and one of his shirts, he likes to take advantage of it and gently caress your exposed skin.

limit. (m)

pairing: gryffindor!mark x reader

words: 3.4k+

summary: with gryffindor on a continuous losing streak, you have no choice but to push your quidditch player boyfriend to his breaking point.

genre: smut

warnings: public sex, overstimulation, squirting, oral sex, degradation, daddy kink, face slapping

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right where i left you (teaser) jjh

part 1: in hell there’s heaven

pairing: ex boyfriend!jaehyun x ex girlfriend!reader

genre: angst, suggestive !!MDNI!!

release date: friday

(new!) spotify playlist here

taglist is open!

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MARK LEE FIC REC!

mark lee fic rec list 1

gif creds to @bangzchan

one shot

this is (not) easy. [fwb while bestfriends] a,f

a series of (un)fortunate events [rising actor! x fem!reader] a,f

merry new year [established relationship au] f

elevator pitch [fratboy!mark lee x f! reader] a,f

PUNCH! [ best friends to lovers au] f

It’s Friday, Baby [established relationship au] f

flipside [streetracer!mark , strangers to lovers] a,f

Follow Through. [friends to lovers] ft. lee donghyuck a

chiaroscuro [art student! mark lee x reader] a,f

drive me crazy [fratboy!mark x afab! reader, established relationship au] f

NERVOUSLY IN LOVE [established relationship au] f

Creepin’ [university student!mark x reader] ft. nct dream a

CRAZY ♡‧ ⁺彡 [mark x reader. kissing]

Delphinium. part 1 [religious virgin!mark x experienced reader] a

Delphinium: Part Two [religious virgin!mark x experienced reader] a,f

DIRTY LITTLE SECRET [mark lee x camgirl! reader]

At Night [Spider-man!Mark Lee x Reader]

[1:56AM] [ mark lee x reader ]

TEMPORARY FIX [friends with benefits au] f

When I Need You [established relationship, idol!mark lee]

Kinktober Day 07 [church boy!mark lee x experienced reader]

MY AWARD [idol boyfriend! mark lee x reader]

Prep For The Test [mark lee xfem!nerd reader]

NO PROMISES [mark lee x reader]

alcoholman [fuckboy! mark lee x rich reader] a,f

jealousy [almost step-siblings au] a,f

TRUE FRIENDS [friends with benefits au] ft. jaehyun a

MARK LEE: FIRST TIME [nerd!mark lee x nerd reader]

Indulge in me [mark lee x reader] f

KISS U RIGHT NOW [mark lee x reader] f

Pretty Boy. [ shy!mark lee x playful reader, college au]

gorgeous [college football au] (humor)

CHERRY FLAVORED THOUGHTS [perv nerd! mark lee x popular reader] f

a series of white lies [best friends to lovers] f

Make me sin [churchboy!mark lee x reader, childhood friends to lovers] a,f

can you keep it down? [neighbor dilf!mark x (f) reader]

your dark side. [bad boy! mark lee x reader]

closed doors. [meandom! mark lee x reader, brothers friend au]

let me in (l. hs, s. jy)

paring. heeseung x female reader x jake

genre. fwb to…?, some angst, fluffier than I planned, explicit smut, the boys next door—>

warnings. profanity, jealousy, masturbation, phone sex, fingering, oral, cum play, big dick Hee, frottage, choking, praising, use of ’puppy’, unprotected sex, smut w/ Jake is minimal. minors DNI.

wc. 7000

playlist. no panties/doja cat, candy/doja cat, baby, I’m jealous/doja cat, casual/doja cat, streets/doja cat, let me in(20 cube)/enhypen

“good morning princess.”

the sound of your phone ringing on your bedside table wouldn’t have been so disruptive at a later time. groggily you turn over to reach for your alarm clock, stunned by the numbers 4:47am glowing bright red.

“morning?! are you insane?” shooting up from bed, you let out an exhausted groan. only having gotten to sleep a few hours ago after coming home to shower and kick your feet in excitement from the night’s events. barely remembering to text Jake that you’d have to cancel your morning hike together as you crawled under the sheets to dream about your next door neighbors return.

Heeseung had insisted you come over in the morning and spend time with him; the crack of dawn wasn’t what you had in mind.

“I can’t sleep,” he sighs, more raspy than his usual vibrato. “can’t stop thinking about you.”

good boys go to heaven (m) - s. jake

His whole life, Jake tried to be the perfect son his parents could ask for. The boy was kind and respectful, always listening to whatever his parents needed to say. He fulfilled his parents’ every wish, always with a bright smile on his face. He graduated high school at the top of his class, always getting the best marks in every exam. He never failed to be his teacher’s favorite. He had close friends who enjoyed his presence and he never failed to spend quality time with them. Most importantly, being the son of a Christian family, he had never skipped going to church on Sunday’s. 

From a young age, Jake was taught the good, the bad and the red line separating them. He was never the one to commit such sins. Even if he did, he would have been ashamed for the rest of his life. However, as he grew up and learned stuff about the world outside of the rules he was made to follow, he realized how thin the line between good and bad was. Foremost, he learned why sins were actually called sins and the reason why they were prohibited. 

It all started with you. 

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I KNOW ft sim jaeyun

enemies(?) w benefits + kinda mean college asshole jake + very complicated and confusing feelings + smut + 2648 words

“Do you have a hoodie I can wear?” YN asks when he steps out of the way to let her in. She’s shrugging off the zipper she was wearing when she arrived and putting it on the coat rack.

Jake scoffs at her, tilts his head. “You just had one on.”

YN scrunches up her nose, looking over at it. “Yeah but I want one of yours.”

“Yeah, I’ll grab you one when you tell me how you got here.”

She rolls her eyes, tilts her head. “Why don’t you just give me this one?” When she goes to tug at the hoodie he’s wearing, her hand is too low and she grabs the waistband of his sweatpants by accident.

DEVOUT ft sim jaeyun

church boy jake + smut (minors dni) + 3316 words

"Can I... borrow some clothes?" ~ Jeon Jungkook

My fav fics so far

Long way home - sparklingchim

Love fool - citrustan

Inevitable - ahunderedtimesover

mio angelo - hueseok

netflix & chill - 1kook

mate - 7deadlysinfics

risque - mercurygguk

4-7-8 - jiminrings

i can and i will - jungkookschin

how long will we fall - jiminrings

WIDE AWAKE ft park sunghoon

established relationship + smut + biting + hoon explicitly refers to the reader as a girl 2 times (i think) + brief mention of blood + kinda fluffy at the end if you squint, tilt ur head to the side and then shut your eyes completely, and then also lock your phone or whatever you’re using to read this on + 3726 words

Tensions have been running uncharacteristically high in Sunghoon’s apartment in the 2 weeks that have passed since YN’s bathroom episode. And though neither of them have brought it up, the change in Sunghoon’s behaviour is evident.

But it’s not exactly her least favourite thing in the world to see Sunghoon ordering for her in restaurants, constantly touching her when they’re out together, and standing over her if there’s only room for one of them to sit. Sometimes pulling her into his lap to sit (even when there’s space for both of them). YN thinks she likes it the most when he does this.

Sunghoon is decisive and isn’t shy to let others know that YN is his. Except for the fact that he still hasn’t fucked her. (Yet?)

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☁︎ PAIRING // Lee Heeseung x Female Reader

☁︎ GENRE // Fluff

☁︎ WARNINGS // none

✧*:.｡. ©𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 //

* PLEASE DO NOT steal, copy, or plagiarize in any way, or on any platform !!!

* PLEASE NOTE that this does not depict who and how idols/groups are irl. It's a figment of my imagination and just that !!!

Heeseung exhaled deeply and sunk into his chair after yet another victorious win of the game he was playing.

His tongue swiped across his pearly white teeth in a cocky manner before it poked into his cheek as he stared proudly at the screen displaying all of his achievements as well as the leaderboard of this rounds scores. It was only right for him to feel this accomplished when those bold letters displayed the first place ranking beside his game username.

welcome | lee heeseung.

synopsis: If there was one thing Heeseung hated more than anything, it was growing up in a small, fishing town at the edge of Jeju Island. Sure, living in the sea seemed like an idealistic upbringing, but there was one person that made his life there insufferable—you. Growing up with you meant he had to deal with your selfish, rude, and foul-mouthed behavior while simultaneously taking care of you due to your frail body. When he finally has the chance to leave for the city, a twist of fate drags him back to the same, stuffy small town that he has to call home.

cast: heeseung x fem!reader

genre: coming of age, romance, melodrama, bildungsroman for the fancy folk, childhood frenemies (mostly enemies) trope

wc: 22k

warnings: profanity; mentions of food consumption; hospital imagery; implied sexual activity; can get existential; mentions and many discussions of death;

playlist: monsters, are you there, and fell in love by slaughter beach, dog; ode to viceroy, salad days, and dreams from yesterday by mac demarco; lovefool by no vacation; circle the drain by soccer mommy

a/n: angst hee is here! this one's lightly based on goodbye, tsugumi by banana yoshimoto and only yesterday (yes, the ghibli movie). ALSO heavily inspired by “welcome,” an album by slaughter beach, dog. hee gives me such a small town, boy next door type of vibe so i thought this story would be fitting for him!

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If there was one thing Heeseung was certain about, then it was the fact that you were an extremely unpleasant person.

After he’s finally had the chance to escape the town of his childhood and the mundane, endless cycles of fishery and tourism that sustained its economy, he was back to the place he wanted to run away from in the first place.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this, he thought, dragging his large suitcase to the rocky, unkept roads leading to the bus stop. The briny smell of the sea overwhelmed his nose, prompting him to hold his breath for as long as he could. Everything that reminded him about the sea made him sick—the warm sand particles that always managed to get stuck between his toenails, the shards of seashells that pricked his feet, and the never-ending cries of seagulls that always flew in the clear, blue horizon. All of the things that made the ocean a picturesque vacation spot were, to him, a suffocating reminder of his ties to his small town.

His parents named him after the Chinese characters for “acceptance”—not that he’s particularly liked the word or anything. He believes he’s not, but the people in the city often describe him in that way. Calm, patient, generous, and levelheaded—all these adjectives were usually thrown in his direction whenever his friends would introduce him to a mixer or a party. In truth, he was pretty sure he was your run-of-the-mill human being, with flesh and bones to match the basic structure of everyone around him. If he thinks about it further, he’d even say that his temper is relatively short. In Seoul, he often ponders the meaning of all the adjectives his city friends throw at him. People who grew up without the inconvenience of steep slopes and threats of tidal waves often get angry about the smallest things—such as the rain, for instance. Like anything Mother Nature produces, rain is an arbitrary phenomenon that humans cannot control, yet the people of Seoul still throw a fit over forgetting their umbrella or having to bring one in the first place.

Perhaps there is something different about him, because when he loses his temper, he starts to feel the unstoppable hurricane build up in his chest, and then, he feels the anger comfortably sweep back and forth like a great wave crashing down into the shore. Ever since he moved to the city, he had always thought that his temper resulted from growing up in the countryside. Maybe it was just in his blood as a country person to remain cool-headed about trivial matters such as forgetting to charge his phone before going out or stepping on a dog’s territorial pissing.

However, he was able to experience such temperamental rage in the city. Just a few days ago, he had forgotten to buy a ticket to a concert as soon as it began selling. By the time he refreshed the page, the resale prices had quadrupled the prices of general admission tickets he had longed to buy. It took all the nerves in his body to prevent himself from throwing his computer out the window, but as he glared into the sunset, it suddenly hit him—a wave of relief.

This rage was nothing compared to what you did to me.