He Was On The Next Level

he was on the next level 🪢😏🦊

Huang Renjun

Gumiho (fox spirit)! Renjun x human reader

warnings : bondage, overstimulation, cream pie, Renjun is a fox spirit so he’s 900 years old.

Rumours of gumihos lurking amongst human have resurfaced in Seoul, making the group of young looking men who are nearing their 900s angry. Renjun hasn’t had the chance to feed as much as his other friends, constantly getting rejected by people who think he isn’t sexy enough or downright ‘unfuckable’. What happens when he stumbles upon a beautiful girl who only has eyes for him in the nightclub? Nearly a hundred people but you only have eyes for him, Renjun finally has some luck tonight.

a/n : this is my last fic for kinktober, please look forward to Jeno and Haechan’s fics for my halloween event!

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Astronaut Mark, was the first ever tumblr ff i read 🥹

To this day, it is still my absolute favourite piece of writing 👌🏻💗 the storyline, the characters, the transitions were all written so beautifully.

launch | mark lee

word count: 25,916 (yikes)

genre: astronaut!au, 1960′s au, angst, fluff, some suggestive content but nothing too crazy, adventure, husband!au, father!au

warnings: death, near death experiences, a lot of crying, emotional baggage

author’s note: hi again!! so im back with a new fic!!i wanna start off by saying that this fic is not meant to belittle anyone’s accomplishments, even though it is based on real events this work is pure fiction, and should be taken as such. I hope you guys like this fic and i know its very long so if you get to the end just know that i love haha thank you!! also, its very possible that tublr will crash if this is opened n mobile so im sorry about that

synopsis: ever since he was a young boy, mark’s dream was to be the first man on the moon. along his journey to accomplish his dream, he finds there are many hardships would have to face in order to succesfully complete his mission and come back home to the love of his life.

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sweet confessions at practice 🥹💘

dear anon, I'm working on the jungwon piece for you ;) Prince Sunghoon is all that came to mind for your request. PRINCE SUNGHOON. So I threw a twist to that 😉

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As the Sun would shine down upon your kingdom, the people would frolic and celebrate a sunny morning. As soon as they stepped foot outside, the clouds would darken and release a heavy downpour onto them. This is commonly known as “bad luck”.

You, seated at the window in your ballroom, faced a much different situation. As the crown princess of your kingdom, you were expected to marry a man of equal stature or power. A noble feat, indeed (most men were insufferable or worse, old).

Your spouse was to be determined at a coming-of-age ball, where you'd dance with suitors and speak to people until you found the one. The only problem: you had two left feet when it came to dancing.

You were the most skilled fighter in your kingdom, the most agile and flexible athlete, and possibly one of the best archers to have been born into the royal family. Your legs could hold you in any position humanly possible, as long as it wasn't a waltz.

You sighed, tucking your head between your knees as you recalled the lessons you'd been taking for weeks on how to dance traditionally. “It's just not working,” you grumbled, pressing play on the music again.

“What's not working?” A voice beside you asked suddenly.

Your head snapped to the side as you jumped in fear. Your wide eyes met the big, round ones you'd grown familiar with over the past years of your life.

Park Sunghoon, the King’s second-in-command, sat next to you in the same position. His brunette hair swept over his eyes, his beauty marks on full display with how the sun hit him through the window.

Sunghoon was the same age as you, and had always been working in the castle. He came as a hungry orphan when he was twelve, and quickly flew up the ranks as a knight. When he turned eighteen, your father appointed him as the first commander of the royal army.

After returning from a battle with the heads of rebels who wished to harm you, the King gave him the additional position of his second-in-command. Being a man of his position, he was able to visit other countries, live in the castle, and earn a high wage. Being a man of his background, however, he was able to marry anyone he wanted; he could marry anyone, as long as it wasn't you.

He'd long given up on his dreams of being your husband, waking up in the mornings to you next to him, your delicate smile energizing him enough to get through the day. He knew that the chances of his dream ever coming true were less than zero, but his heart never gave up hope.

You shook your head at him as you rolled your eyes. “Sunghoon, you seem to have a knack for sneaking up on people,” you sighed.

He cheerfully smiled. “Well, milady. It isn't my fault that I'm much quieter without the metal suit,” he shrugged, his commoner twang having never gone away. “What's bothering you?”

“I'm supposed to be able to waltz by this weekend, but I've retained no information from my classes,” you put your hands over your face, dragging them down.

Sunghoon stood, a small groan of exertion leaving his mouth as he did so. He held his hand out to you, smiling. “I think I can teach you a thing or two, milady,” he grabbed your hand to pull you up.

The two of you stood together as he reviewed the proper steps of a waltz. “Try doing a box step first,” he looked at your feet. “Back, out, in, and then forward, out, in.”

He did the dance for you as an example, his legs standing strongly against the ground. His usual armor was missing from his figure that morning. He wore a simple commoner’s outfit, with leather pleats over his knees and elbows.

He motioned his hand out to you, asking you to perform the same moves. You took one step back before tripping and falling onto your rear.

The two of you glanced around the room as you locked eyes and began to laugh. “Maybe it would help if I led you,” he pulled you back up, his hands enveloping your own.

The two of you spent hours practicing the different waltz steps. Many of Sunghoon’s toes hurt from being stepped on, but he smiled as you slowly gained confidence in the dance.

“Let's see if you can still waltz with a distraction,” Sunghoon mischievously smiled. “Pretend I'm a prince that you have to talk to, and don't stop dancing until our conversation is over.”

You nodded. Starting the dance, you let Sunghoon take the rest of the lead. “Good evening to you, prince,” you smiled.

“Well, might I say good afternoon to you, too, princess,” Sunghoon responded in a poor British accent.

You laughed, your hand hitting his chest. “I think I prefer when you speak normally.”

“Right, right. What brings you to this ball?” He asked, staying in character.

“I have to find someone to marry before the night is over,” your shoulders slumped.

Sunghoon pulled them back up, his muscular stature easily keeping your posture. “And what seems to be the problem with that?”

“I don't want to marry someone I don't know,” you sighed. “What about you?”

Sunghoon’s steps faltered, blushing slightly. He looked away before clearing his throat. “I, um, have someone I want to marry already.”

Your eyes widened. “Sunghoon! You've got to tell me who it is, you can't just marry someone and not tell your friend!”

His eyes avoided yours as he nervously continued the dance. His Adams apple bobbed with each hard swallow he took. When he responded with silence, you took a step back.

“Sunghoon, is it someone you can't tell me about?” You asked, stepping back and placing your hands on his chest. His head fell forward, staring at the floor.

You opened your mouth to ask again when he placed his hands on top of your own, completely covering the small fingers on your hand with his own. He looked up into your eyes, an unreadable expression on him.

“It's you, milady. It's always been you.”

He pulled your hands up to his neck, wrapping your arms around him as he pulled you in by your waist. Your heart fluttered at the action, butterflies attempting their escape from your stomach.

His lips softly landed against your own, a sweet kiss being placed onto you. They were soft like pillows, yet they made you feel fireworks in your head. Everything in your world was foggy except Sunghoon at that moment.

He pulled away slowly, his eyes reading shame, but his toothy grin reading happiness. “I shouldn't have done that,” he sadly laughed.

You pulled him in again, pressing a kiss against his lips again. Your mouths moved in sync, smiles and laughter filling the room.

“Who says you shouldn't have done that, Sunghoon?” You pulled away, smiling.

He smiled that same sad smile again. “You know we can't, Y/N. I'm a commoner, you're a princess. It would never be allowed."

“You're the first commander of the royal army, you're my father’s most trusted member of the castle, and more importantly, you're the one I've been in love with since we were kids.”

He blushed, his eyes wide. “You love me?”

“Undoubtedly.”

He pulled you in, hugging you close as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Do you have any idea how long I've wanted to hear you say that?”

“Is it long enough that you're willing to realize you're much more than your upbringing?”

He smiled down to you again. “I hope you don't mind a commoner husband.”

“I'd never, as long as it's you.”

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AH this is not proofread, but please enjoy!

“Dreams come true” for this endearing couple 💗

flowers in your hair

part of @neo-cult-ure​‘s colours collab! | masterlist + prologue

pairing: lee taeyong x fem!reader (feat. a nosy lee donghyuck, childhood best friend quian kun, and college best friend/co-worker johnny seo)

genre: fluff, soulmate au, florist au, coffee shop au, idiots (literally) to lovers

warnings: taeyong being too cute to be real, florist!taeyong, coffee shop owner!reader, donghyuck is annoying, reader has a nightmare, switches to taeyong’s pov for one part

word count: 10,577

summary: what you know about your soulmate taeyong in the 6 years that you’ve known him: he has 6 tattoos but is already planning on getting 4 more, he loves his dog ruby very much, he has only ever shared his banana bread recipe with one person (you), his mom makes the best kimchi jjigae in the entire world, his favorite color is pink, and he is the man of your dreams. literally.

what you don’t know about taeyong: what he looks like.

what you know about the owner of the new flower shop across the street: he has light brown hair, he’s a caffeine addict (if his cousin donghyuck picking up coffee 5 days a week says anything about it), and he is your enemy by association (according to kun). 

what you don’t know about the florist: his name.

a/n: i’ve wanted to write a florist!taeyong fic for the longest time and i finally got to!! thank you so much to @neo-cult-ure​ for reaching out to me to be part of this collab and please please please check out the rest of the fics because they were all written by some really talented writers!! thank you to @jungwoohoos​ for checking this fic over as she’s done with my others ily. hope you enjoy and feedback is always appreciated :-)

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this timestamp series was ABSOLUTELY ADORABLE 😭💗🥰

JUST FRIENDS, a timestamp mini-series (5/5)

[14:35] → [11:13] → [15:37] → [18:00] → [01:21]

[a/n]: i can’t believe this is already the last timestamp of this mini-series! i enjoyed writing this au so much, thanks for sticking with me. i hope you all look forward to my other works! 🤍

[tw]: hospital, mild anxiety attack, slight profanities, you swatting jaehyun like he’s a bug because he’s an annoying bf

you and your best friend jaehyun pretend to date each other because you are a broke university student who likes to take advantage of some deals that require you to be, well, not single. 

[01:21] You were completely breathless by the time you got to the hospital.

When you received the call from the hospital, you felt your heart drop to the pit of your stomach and felt how erratic you were slowly becoming with every passing minute as you rushed to the emergency room.

You didn’t even bother waiting for the nurse to greet you back and immediately asked, “Where can I find Jung Jaehyun’s room?”

The nurse seemed to be used to this sort of situation and handled you calmly. “I’m sorry, but I can only disclose this information to family members only — are you a family member?”

“Wh– But–” You were completely baffled by this turn of events. Weren’t they the ones who called you? And now that you were finally here, you couldn’t even see your boyfriend? “How is he? Is he okay? Is he–”

“I’m really sorry, but that information can only be disclosed to family members.”

You wondered just how long it’d take before you lose your patience completely. There was no point in arguing with the nurse, but you also had a feeling that they wouldn’t let you see Jaehyun if you were to tell them that you were his girlfriend.

What was the point of him putting you as his emergency contact if you couldn’t even see him or get updates about him as his emergency contact?

“I’m, uh, his…”

The nurse waited for you patiently, though you didn’t miss the skeptical raised brow.

“–fiancée.”

Wait, what did you just say?

“Yep, I’m his fiancée,” you continued. What was with you and fake labels? Was being his fake girlfriend not enough, now that you were finally Jaehyun’s actual girlfriend? God, you just wanted to bury yourself in the big hole you just dug.

You even flashed your left hand, making sure that the nurse saw the ring that was sitting on your fourth finger. It was just a cheap couple ring you and Jaehyun bought for fun as you two window-shopped, but they didn’t need to know that.

“Room 0214.”

You let out a big sigh of relief and gave a small, “thank you,” before quickly dashing towards Jaehyun’s room.

You forced yourself not to imagine the worst case scenarion as you speed-walked through the hospital. But your anxiety was present as you frantically looked for the correct room number. When you finally found it, you forced yourself to take a deep breath and kept repeating to yourself that Jaehyun was fine like a mantra.

You braced yourself for the worst as you abruptly opened the door, to only find Jaehyun guffawing at the television. You recognized the show as Brooklyn 99.

“You motherf–” you exclaimed as you began to swat him like he was some mosquito.

“Ah, what the f–” Jaehyun blurted in surprise. “Love– What– Hey! I’m a patient!”

“Patient, my ass!” you yelled, holding back the tears that threatened to fall. And it was only then — when Jaehyun saw that you were on the verge of crying — that he noticed just how distressed you were.

“What’s wrong?” he asked you softly.

“It’s stupid,” you mumbled as you wiped your tears with the sleeves of your shirt.

“Come on, tell me,” Jaehyun cooed and gave you a small smile. “I promise I won’t laugh.”

You bit your bottom lip and looked away from him, slightly afraid to make eye contact with your boyfriend as you confessed, “They said family only…”

“Mhm? Sorry, love, can you speak up a little?”

“They said family only!” you shouted and crossed your arms with a huff. “They told me that I was allowed to see you only if I’m your family. So… I lied.”

Jaehyun snorted. “What did you lie about? Did you tell them that I was your brother or something.” He chuckled and shook his head. “You had me worried there for a second. I thought something big happened or something.”

You were slightly taken aback. Granted, perhaps it wasn’t a big deal to him but it was to you. “How– How can you say that?! Do you even know how distraught I was when I got that call from the hospital? When they told me that I couldn’t see you unless I was your family? That I had to lie and tell them I was your fiancée?”

“Love–”

“So, of course, I just thought of the worst possible scenarios like, what if you were actually dying and I couldn’t see you because of that stupid label? What if–”

Jaehyun suddenly engulfed you in a tight hug and rubbed your back soothingly. You could feel and hear Jaehyun’s strong heartbeat, effectively calming you down and ending your rambling.

“Better?” he asked.

You hummed and hugged him back. “Yeah…”

“Then, should we just become a family?”

THE END.

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homie hopper, had stopped hopping 🤭🐇

closed doors. (m)

pairing: meandom!mark + afab!reader

words: 5k+

summary: when your brother asks if a friend can stay in your spare bedroom, you don’t expect mark lee to show up on your doorstep.

genre: smut

warnings: mark is very mean, reader has slept around, oral sex, messy pussy eating, facefucking, degradation, creampie, squirting

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