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Revival

Jung Jaehyun X Reader feat. Haechan | Fluff, Smut, Hurt/Comfort, Soulmate AU | NC-17 | 15k

Summary: When fate brought Jung Jaehyun to you, it didn’t feel like your first time meeting him. And with him, smiling at you like his heart shattering to pieces, eyes painted with longing, you knew you were connected to him somehow. You just have to find the answers before it’s too late.

Warnings: sex scenes (both with Jaehyun and Haechan), mentions of death and suicide 

For my lovely cinnamon bun Esme @rainydayswithnct​ I couldn’t think of anything else to give you but this. You’ve been nothing but kind to me, I hope this will make you happy ❤️

His eyes… They remind you of the ocean after the storm. 

It’s not the color as his are dark brown, like the freshly turned earth after rain. It’s the feeling, the way they glimmer under the soft evening light, calm and steady, but in a way, emits sadness, yearning for something. As if he had been crushed, trapped inside a hurricane for so long, he was about to fade into the void. And as he peered into your eyes, full of depths and secrets you long to unveil, something tugs upon your heartstring. 

It’s not love at a first sight. You’ve experienced that before with Lee Donghyuck, the lover whom you share frantic kisses and desperate touches with. But it’s something more intense, something you can’t even begin to fathom, something you wish you understand.

The second your eyes are locked to each other, it’s like you’re electrocuted, starting from the tip of your hair down to your toes.

“Oh, sorry,” you say, your voice sounds like you haven’t spoken in years. A tiny red spot begins to form on his chin from where it made contact with your head earlier. “I was looking for a book so I wasn’t—I didn’t see you there.”

The man, young enough to be around your age with a gaze wiser than most, has an expression of a heartbroken man. There’s pain that fleets through his eyes, a feeling that he quickly hides with a smile too bright to be genuinely coming from the heart. When he speaks, his voice is both rich and soft, deep and tender. “No, it was my fault.” He shakes his head. “Please don’t apologize.”

You want to reach out to him, want to know why he looks like he’s seconds away from breaking apart, want to ask him whether you’ve said too much or too less. But he’s nothing but a stranger and you don’t want to step out of the line. “Were you looking for a book?”

“Yes, umm…” He points his finger towards a book hidden in the shelf behind you. “That one.”

You follow his direction, smiling when you read the title written on its spine. “No wonder we bumped heads. I was aiming for the same book.”

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MISCHIEF (M)

PARING | loki!jeno x reader ft. thor!haechan

SYNOPSIS | the god of mischief wants you

WC | 1k

WARNINGS | kidnapping, implied sexual references, slight cnc / dubcon

A.N | okay i've been super into marvel lately, so here is a little drabble inspired by that. please pay attention to the pairings! btw this will be continued in full over on my marvel blog, though it will be with actual loki and thor

“i didn’t expect to be seeing you on your knees so soon darling.”

the god slouches leisurely against his high-back throne. dark green and golden metal that went beyond that of earth complemented his fair complexion, the jagged spikes at the top reminiscent of the hungry gleam in his eye. one of his legs is dragged towards his chest, a toned arm slung across the knee. it was uncommon to see a god in such a state. unbothered, unproper, inappropriate for someone of his status.

you suppose he could do what he wished. that much was evident in the situation at hand, literally. fingers uncomfortably dig into the skin of your upper arms, half pulling, half dragging, you along the cool marble floor until you were situated on your scraped knees before the god. the binding holding your wrists together behind your back pinches the skin, but you don’t cry out. in fact, you give them nothing.

his guards don’t let go until he flicks a hand in their direction, dismissing them from their duty. he looks unbothered when he does it, as if you hadn’t been the very thing he scoured the multiverse for. years on end, tracking, searching, yearning for you. the very thing needed to satiate that hunger in his eyes; the reprieve for an insatiable creature. it was only by your incompetence that he captured you. falling for his mind tricks – something so simple yet so incredibly careless. you’d beat yourself up every single second you spent in the tiny cell you were in – tucked away in the corner of his ship where no one could hear you yelling obscenities at yourself, the guards, the god.

without thinking, you spit in his direction. you hated him. despised him. the guards go to grab you again but jeno simply waves them off, “no need gentlemen. seem’s like our visitor here needs to learn manners. please occupy yourselves with something else so i can teach her.”

the two men bow low to the ground before retreating to tend to other matters on the ship. not like there was much to do, you were drifting through deep space. some place no one would find you. not even haechan.

“haechan will come looking for me.” you seethe, gritting your teeth when jeno hops up off the stool and tauntingly saunters towards you.

his footsteps echo through the room. the noise makes your stomach churn, and you fear him for a second. he was a god. someone so powerful he could rip your existence from time and space. he should be feared. you knew he could sense it too, a smug smirk lifting the corner of his upper lip.

“my brother isn’t even aware of your disappearance.” the annoyance on his tongue at their familial tie is evident.

that couldn’t be. he knew you were gone. he was probably assembling the avengers as you spoke, he was probably already on his way, maybe even close-

“oh my darling y/n, he’s not on his way. and he’s definitely not close.”

mind reading. you sneer, “fuck off.”

“what filthy words for a pretty girl like you. do i need to wash your mouth out with soap like a child?” his eyebrows raise, features mimicking faux concern.

spit works itself up in your mouth, but right before you’re about to project it in his direction, his hand reaches out and squeezes your jaw, “you are a child. didn’t your mommy and daddy teach you not to spit on people. gods, i expected more from you.” his calloused fingers squeeze harder, “swallow.”

you have no choice but to comply.

“now, why don’t i teach you how to properly use that mouth of yours, hm?”

the heat that was threatening to pool between your legs betrays your brain, which was screaming at you to say no. to break free of the binds and get the fuck out of there.

“darling, i can feel it. you want – need it as much as i do.” he lets go of your jaw and takes a step back, “it’s distracting…overwhelming.” his eyes close and he breathes deep, “your body… it’s tense. waiting for...”he smirks, and you feel the familiar probe of his mind searching your own, “my fingers?” his eyes snap open, “gods, you have a thing for my hands? oh darling it’s too late to deny it now.”

you hated how intrusive he was. how he could take any of the thoughts from your brain and devour them. a personal diary for the picking.

“stop reading my mind! i d-don’t have a thing for your hands. LET ME GO!” your scream rings out through the foyer. this was humiliating. defeating. you just wanted to go home.

“my sweet, i can make this your home. your empire.” he kneels down in front of you, a hand reaching out to caress the same jaw he had nearly crushed earlier, “i didn’t almost crush your jaw. i was stopping you from ruining my suit.”

doe eyes peak up at him with anger, “get your hands off of me.”

“would you rather them be here?” light as a feather, his fingers trail down the side of your throat, favoring the front of the tattered shirt you were in. they slip underneath the hem and slide over the expanse of your stomach.

the gasp that leaves your lips is a betrayal of your own mind.

“i know you want this darling. give in to me.” the god of mischief, chaos, and trickery stares at you through his heavy lashes. you knew he could manipulate someone’s mind, make them bend to his will with one look, but as you nod your head slowly, the words refusing to come out, you realize that there was no manipulation.

he was right all along.

[7:43am]

You wake up to soft, husky humming as the light that came in from between the curtains blinded you. Though, surprisingly someone came to block the sunlight for you as well as the cool morning air that blew in through the windows that rustled the fabric.

“Good morning, sweetheart.” Donghyuck had come to whisper in your ear while stroking your hair.

His soft humming continued only this time he traced patterns with his fingers up and down your skin. You huffed as you stirred a bit in the warm, white sheets.

“Did you have to wake me?” You asked.

He chuckled, “I didn’t mean to.”

You knew. He’d been up for some time before you but not long judging by how he still had his morning voice. Sometimes he did this. You’d wake up to him staring at you with a stupid grin on his face and he hadn’t even realized. He confessed that he would watch you sleep when given the chance, because he found you so breathtaking.

You eyes finally fluttered open, only to see that stupid grin on his face once again. His hair was disheveled and his white t-shirt was as well. Arguably, you could say he was breathtaking as well. His eyes so full of love that even you couldn’t see all of it. You reached up to cup his cheek and rubbed the softness of his skin with your thumb which he gave a small kiss to.

It was sudden when he wrapped his arms around you in order to bring and hold you against him. He left small kisses on the exposed skin your shoulder and neck while his hand burned into your thigh. He came to pepper your face in kisses which you squealed at. He pulled away only to stare at you for a moment before he tried to lean in for a kiss this time. You stopped him.

“Morning breath!” You laughed.

“Oh, c’mon.” Donghyuck whined. “A small price to pay for a kiss from your one true love.”

Truly, you could never say no to him. It was so easy to give into him. You rolled your eyes at him before grabbing the nape of his neck to bring him into a kiss. His grip on you became tighter and he sighed before he smiled against your lips. He continued to leave small kisses on your lips after the deep, passionate one you initiated that morning. He still held onto your waist rather tightly, but at the same time so lovingly. It felt safe and secure in a way you could never trade for the world because it was your world.

“You’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever had the privilege to lay eyes on.” He murmured against your lips. “Hell, to be around and love.”

“Creature?” You questioned as you moved his messy hair back out of his face.

“There’s no way you’re human.” He responded. “You’re too beautiful. You have to be an angel, a celestial being, a goddess seems most fitting.”

You smiled. He really knew his way with words but you couldn’t even be mad because you love it and he managed to make you feel good every time. He continued to coat your skin with kisses that morning as you played with his hair. 

It was a good morning indeed. All warm and fuzzy, full of smiles and laughs.

“I hope you know I meant every word of it, my love.”

“I love you, too, Hyuck.”

home is a feeling | lee donghyuck

pairing: haechan/donghyuck x reader  genre: fluff, tiny bit of angst warnings: alcohol (quite a bit), like very lightly suggestive word count: 8.2k words

for @nct-writers​ NeoHoliday event~ Inspired by the movie ‘The Holiday’

summary: Fresh off a break-up, not willing to stomach spending Christmas single with your family, you book a last minute trip overseas to escape the impending loneliness, not realizing that perhaps running away from your feelings will only serve to intensify them. You arrive at your home-away-from-home only to find you’re not the only one staying there. Through some unfortunate (or not so unfortunate) mistake, the AirBnB you booked has also been booked by a handsome young man looking for a similar escape from his own life. Now you have to choose whether or not to stay and spend your Christmas with a stranger or scramble to find a lonely hotel room last minute over the holidays.

taglist: @d-nghy-ck-main​ @infnteen​ (I hope y’all enjoy~)

The text message lights up your phone at 10:24pm. 

Mark: We need to talk

You would be lying to yourself if you had said you weren’t expecting it, but those four words still send your heart reeling regardless. The cold grip of anxiety tightens around your throat as you pick up the phone and stare at the message. The only communication between you and your boyfriend in over a week. Presumably, this was not going to be a good conversation. It wasn’t going to be one of those ones where he calls and rants about his day at work, about how much pressure he is under, and how you are the only person alive that is able to take his mind off of it. You aren’t that person anymore, and you haven’t been for a while. 

The writing was on the wall for weeks, but now that it’s sprawled over your phone screen, it feels suddenly all too real. 

You inhale, fingers tapping across the screen, and attempt to craft a response that doesn’t indicate the level of panic you’re rising to. 

You: Sure, what’s up? 

Three dots. Appearing and disappearing. There and gone. You watch, sitting straight on the edge of your couch–Netflix muted in the background–and wait for the inevitable. 

Mark: I think we should break up

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