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mingi as nanami kento was just so fine!!!

One glorious afternoon • mingi

↬ pairing: boyfie mingi × fem reader

↬ genre: smut, fantasy

↬ read other work from the poly yungi series

↬ warnings: breeding kink, choking, creampie, light bondage, mingi is obssesed with teasing y/n, hand kink etc

↬ word count: 1.3k+

↬ author’s note: mingi's hands are second lead

↬ summary : you lay in your bed as the heat of summer tires you, and mingi returns home just in time to ease your distress

tags: @captainhongjoongwriter @spiderlilyfics @mingis-conspiracy-theories @eternalmingki

It is one glorious afternoon as you lazily lay between the sheets and the cool breeze from the air conditioner on this hot summer day hits your face, singing its sweet lullaby as you feel your eyes slowly shut. But the fatigue of work takes charge instead, punishing you with a headache. Growing frustrated with yourself and your tired body, you opt to staring at the ceiling decorated with pretty stars. They lie amongst other planets of the solar system, which you had glued up there with the help of your boyfriends on a lovely weekend free of work. 

Missing their company at the moment when you need them most, you turn around to hug Mingi’s giant bear which smells like Yunho’s collonge and it helps to subside their absence. Few tears wet the bear’s arm as the headache torments your brain but feeling someone’s weight against your back startles you. Turning around, you face mingi himself who has a sweet smile plastered on his face. He is in his work clothes, your favourite blue button up shirt which you slipped onto his shoulders this morning. 

“Missed me?” Your boyfriend chimes, making himself comfortable under the sheets and you nod before burying your face into the bear’s arm. He slips an arm around your waist, pulling you closer and your bodies flush against each other. His presence soothes your nerves and washes away your worries as he presses a kiss to your cheek and proceeds to run his fingers through your untied hair. 

“Does it hurt?” Mingi asks, his soft voice soothing your ears and you mutter a weak ‘yes’. “Don’t worry, oppa will take care of it.” he whispers, the soft voice replaced with his deep demanding one and you smile at his words as your cheeks flush with the colour of love, as mingi calls it. 

“Sooo… what did my favourite person do today?” The tall boy hums softly as his lips brush against your ear and his fingers work on soothing the bundle of nerves in your skull.

“I don’t remember, maybe a lot of thinking?” you mumble, puckering your lips. “I thought of my minmin, then tried distracting myself, but he was on my mind all day, and I ended up making a mess of myself.” you say mindlessly, then realise you spilled too much information.

“I bet you were thinking about my hands, cutie.” the oreo haired teases, his hand travelling lower and resting on your neck. He curls his fingers around your throat and lightly tightens their grip to slip a moan from you. His sounds are favourite, especially when you call his name.

“How do you know?” you ask in surprise. Does he read minds as a side job? Mingi makes you question reality at this point.

“Honey you were so cute staring at them while choking on your noodles last night, at the dinner table.” he says as he tightens his fingers and you moan his name, a sweet little whimper follows next.

“Let me take care of your cute little mess, my angel?” Mingi whispers, proceeding to slide off the sheets and you cannot deny his offers. You are indeed a mess, in need to be cleaned and pleased. His fingers brush against your bare thighs, pushing aside the t-shirt covering your calves and you whimper at his touch as the heat inside you continues to grow. 

“Gosh you’re so wet, darling.” your cute little boyfriend mutters between his breaths as his fingers strip down your panties, discarding them somewhere on the edge of the bed. A whimper escapes your lips as the cold air hits your core and he chuckles. His fingertips graze your swollen lips and it sends a shiver up your spine, at which he chuckles again. His chuckles at your suffering just drives you closer to insanity.

“You amaze me every single time, honey. And it’s not healthy.” Your love complains, spreading your legs to get better access to your dripping cunt as his mouth works on decorating your boring plain neck. “I’m on the brink of being obsessed with you.” You squirm when decides to tease your hole, circling the entrance with his index finger but when you open your mouth to protest, words fail to roll off your tongue. 

“Look at you, such a pretty mess. Just for me.” Mingi slaps your burning core and you press your lips together as a tear rolls down the seam of your eyes. “Oh gosh yunho’s gonna love it when he hears how much of slut you are for my hands.” Every word rolling off his tongue adds fuel to the fire burning in your stomach and the urge to throw a tantrum increases but you don't have energy for it. Bickering with Mingi at this time is just giving him ideas to torture you. 

“How does it feel, being spread so wide by my fingers?” Your lovely boyfriend emphasises the sentence by adding a second and third finger and spreading your hole with ease. He glances down in amazement by the amount of wetness smeared on his hand and your hips. His teasing lips attach themselves to your neck, sucking on your sensitive spot. Mingi knew you well, more than you ever could and he used the info to make you scream at these times. He's one cocky bastard, with the ego of a Greek god but the courage of a little child.

It is all but an assumption when he growls, an inhumane growl which he probably learned from the wildlife documentary he watched yesterday about wolves as he lazily drags out his fingers and his lips seeking comfort in sucking the blood out of your neck, detached themselves too. It is followed by the sound of his belt unbuckling and a whine from him. 

“Min-a, you okie?” 

“Im- I- just- FUCK you’re so good idk what to do.” 

Mingi’s a mess…A hot mess indeed when you turn around to face him. His hair sticks to his forehead, there is something glistening on his lips, his cheeks are flushed red and his belt is stuck. “I don’t think you’re okie.” you return the very chuckle he offered you in your desperate times and help him in not breaking the belt he’s fumbling around with and get him out of his briefs. 

Your boyfriend is a lot to take in(he knows), pretty much more than his fingers but he doesn’t give up on stuffing you full once his cock is free from the belt that took his breath a few minutes ago. ‘Fuck office clothes, and belts’, He curses under his breath but remembers, ‘belts are a good substitute for ropes’. He carefully wraps his fingers around your wrists before lifting them above your head and tying them with his belt. “Mingi, istg, how much kinkier can you get?”

His hand grip your hip bone, pinning your body down on your matters as he stares at his treasure. Your glistening and wet pussy is all he needs in desperate times or maybe just to live on earth. It should be replaced for oxygen, who even breathes that gas anyways. 

He rubs the head of his cock against your entrance, teasing it as he only slides the head in at first then gets amazed at how easy he slides in into your wet embrace. It is maddening indeed, how your walls clench around him, how your cunt swallows all of him, as if you were made for him. As if you are his. He finds it hard to believe, hard to even look you in the eye and accept that all of this is real. 

He finally moves when you yell out his name, breaking his pretty mirage and pulling him into reality which is dream-like with you in the moment. He bends down, his swollen lips pressing against yours as he slowly thrusts into as if worshipping your body with every ounce of his existence. His thrusts are deep at the first as he rides the ecstasy of the moment but they fasten as he chases his high and fills you up with his semen. 

The boy watches in awe as his cum slips out your fluttering hole when he pulls out, only to replace his dick with his fingers to make things much messier. The warm liquid flows quickly, dripping down your thighs as he continues thrusting them in and out, making a much worse mess of you and the( once stainless) stain sheets. 

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on instagram now ya'll @/theyungihven and maybe new fics coming i have ideas of bollywood and hollywood retellings and desi fanfics

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so you're telling me i wrote 'can't wait to stop posting again' instead of 'can't wait to start posting again' like what is wrong with me??

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moving to a03 everyone cuz this site is dead plus no one really appreciates fanfiction here

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its 3am and i'm tired of screaming how healthcare is so inaccessible and biased plus how patriarchy is deeply built around it like wdym mean i can't get a transvaginal ultrasound because i'm not married and my future husband might not accept it? first of all why is whole concept of a man's decision who isn't present in my life taking control of it and why is it worse than me possibly dying of endometrial cancer? like excuse meh? where the respect? im a fucking adult and i can decisions for myself and being a med student i know shit better about myself i swear to god i hate doctors especially gynaecologists cuz wdym my husband decides my life? why would i even get married in this economy and to such a douchebag? i hate my mom for being so insufferable and indecisive like woman get your shit together!

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sorry everyone for not updating much :(( im in the hospital for my cancer treatment so hope i recover soon in order to be able to write and post soon

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Me talking to my uterus:

Cursed be the day, abhorred devil, in which you first saw light! You have made me wretched beyond expression. You have left me no power to consider whether I am just to you, or not. Begone!

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Reblog this post and put in the tags how gothic horror literature has changed you. I'll go first My vocabulary has been changed to that of a fucking Victorian scientist bumbling on about his endeavors and whims. I can also never look at a green potion the same, and whenever I hear the word "Hide" I have the sudden urge to freak out and autism all over the place

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crwoley is such a mood all the damn time pls i love how unbothered he is all the damn and only gives a fuck about his angel

this Seonghwa according to tags

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NAAAAAAAAAAHhh (its fine if its yunho tho)

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GUYS IF YOU SEE MY FANFICS SLOWING DISAPPEARING THEN IT IS BECAUSE IM REWRITING THEM AND MONETIZING THEM BECAUSE I NEED TO FUND MY COLLEGE TUITION AS AN CHRONICALLY ILL PERSON WHOSE SAVINGS USUALLY END UP IN THE HOSPITAL BILL

IF YOU COULD SUPPORT ME, YOU CAN BUY ME A COFFEE OR YOU CAN GET MY BOOKS ON KINDLE/AMAZON

IT WOULD MEAN A LOT TO ME IF YOU WOULD DONATE EVEN A SINGLE DOLLAR

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The Demon's Infatuation • Sex Demon Yunho

CHAPTER 2

↬ pairing: dom demon yunho x sub female reader

↬ genre: smut, romance

↬ warnings: breeding kink, cream pie, pain kink, unprotected sex, hip bruises, biting kink, slut-shaming, choking kink, hard core dom yunho, yunho is OBSSESSED,

↬ word count: 1.2K+

↬ author’s note: this full novel length fic is a dedication to my boyfriend alex and the demon that visited me at night two years ago every full moon night

Summary : She's just an innocent heartbroken girl who just wants to be loved for once despite her flaws and imperfections and he's a wicked demon who wants nothing but to corrupt her soul to till all she can think of him. What can go wrong if he takes a little interest in her? Heaven along with Hell are not going to collide with the Earth, or will they?

MASTERLIST

TAGLIST : @yunhogrippers @haram-monbebe @atinism @yvnhoos @st4rhwa @lomons

“So I teleported near the old city. And then, I got this strong whiff of blood.” I tell San.

We sit under the neon lights on the barstools as we rest our hands on the bar counter. The brown wood creaks under my weight, a reminder of its ancientness

I feel the bartender’s eyes widen with every word I say, as if he’s a columnist and writes the infamous gossip column catered to making the most scandalous secrets known to hell’s residents.

However, I don’t care enough and continue about my latest endeavour to a very uninterested San. The fellow demon looks like he will jump into the holy water any moment, if given the chance to cease his existence.

“I saw a girl on her knees begging someone to love her.” I say and a small smile greets his lips. “She looked delicious and I’m telling you, she smelled sweeter than an elixr.” I continue and the bartender bends down to access the lower cabinets of the counter, all while his eyes stay hooked in my direction.

“And what’s better than trapping a human in distress? So I thought, why not make my presence known? And then, mate,” I chuckle as I remember the moment she ran inside and the look that crowned her face when she noticed my shadow form, “she has the audacity to recite verses, but she couldn’t even do that right.”

“Humans are pathetic, I'm telling you." Dante agrees with me as he smiles a little, his lips thinning but not even curling a degree up whatsoever for some reason unknown to me. My heart skips a beat as my smile drops.

The clitter clatter of the glass and the chatter of the demons inside the infamous club Hell’s Inferno is constant, with fights erupting every now and then, like an active volcano.

However, today, it is eerily quiet in the dead of a full moon night.

It is unusual, but I enjoy the bourbon in my hands.

I swirl it around while taking a little peek at my dear friend, San who is playing with the end of his tail. He looks very odd today, as if he has fucked up real bad and is now going to be banished from hell. His skin looks pale as if he’s losing his colour from malnutrition.

However, as from the latest gossip and news about the duo’s latest adventures also according to the not so quiet whispers, celibacy isn’t the case.

“Mate, you look like you prevented a sin.” I say, as I place my bourbon glass on the counter and stare at him. Nothing but worry fills my heart.

“Nothing.” he replies lifelessly as if he has given up on reality and accepted defeat.

“Then, the fuck is wrong with you?” I scream.

Everyone in the club looks at me as if I tempted a human to commit a good deed.

I take a deep breath in order to calm myself down and then say,

“How’s your girl, San?”

“urm…she’s doing…umm…well!” Dante shutters. He then gulps his drink all the way and stares at the glass.

My suspicions and the word of mouth which had travelled to me earlier this week were indeed true.

Dante did associate with an angel, committed treason and is next on line to getting banished from hell.

“You fucked up big time, mate.” I chuckle as I say, swallowing the bitterness on my tongue which attempts to slip but I don't want to hurt Dante anymore.

“I know, I know…” Dante sighs. He then takes a deep breath as he corrects his posture.

“I FUCKING KNOW OKAY!” He slams the glass on the table as he stares at me dead in the eye.

“What are you going to do with this girl though?” Wow, now I am the main focus of the conversation. I look up at Dante as I lick my lips, refreshing my memory at all things I’ve been thinking to do with her.

“Tempt her, seduce her, get so deep into her mind” I say as I swirl the drink which the bartender refilled in order to infiltrate our privacy.

I gulp down the whole thing in one go and slam it on the table.

“That she’d desperately crave me like a drug.” I finished, and Dante’s reaction to my words is magnificent. He looks like a human when they see me in my demon form for a split second in the corner of their room as I give them my charismatic smile.

“But how?” Dante asks as he looks at me all confused.

I get up from the barstool and walk closer towards Dante.

“Good things take time, my dear.” I pat Dante's shoulder as I continue, “but wonderful things…” I lean in as I whisper into his ear, “takes a good strategy and patience.” I say, then lean back, flashing him my trademark smile as I turn around and make a dramatic exit which leaves everyone gasping.

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The Demon's Infatuation • Sex Demon Yunho

↬ pairing: dom demon yunho x sub female reader

↬ genre: smut, romance

↬ warnings: breeding kink, cream pie, pain kink, unprotected sex, hip bruises, biting kink, slut-shaming, choking kink, hard core dom yunho, yunho is OBSSESSED,

↬ word count: 120K+

↬ author’s note: this full novel length fic is a dedication to my boyfriend alex and the demon that visited me at night two years ago every full moon night

She's just an innocent heartbroken girl who just wants to be loved for once despite her flaws and imperfections and he's a wicked demon who wants nothing but to corrupt her soul to till all she can think of him. What can go wrong if he takes a little interest in her? Heaven along with Hell are not going to collide with the Earth, or will they?

MASTERLIST

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

Comment under this post if you wanna be tagged list for this fic

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Star of the Sea • Student Mingi

↬ pairing: english lit student Mingi x his childhood enemy Stella

↬ genre: romance, angst, tragedy

↬ warnings: suicide, chronic illness, cystic fibrosis, death, emily dickinson poems, depression, bullying

↬ word count: 75K+

↬ author’s note: this was born as a retelling of LA LA LAND where the literature and classical music clash and recent events at the oscars inspired me rewrite this story.

When Mingi, a hopeless romantic who studies the stars and reads poetry in his free time, comes back home to Ooty during his summer break from the Madras University, he isn't excepting to see his childhood arch enemy standing in front of him alongside his friends, as she stares at him with a big smile and glass of champange in her hand.

Deeply shaken by his past relationships, he swears not to ever love anyone again but he cannot resist the human form of sunshine embodied in the body of his arch nemesis. So, he gives it, becauses a little kiss won't hurt.

Set in the serene town of Ooty, India and the 1950's this fic is for my dear desi people and also the ones who love the good old times

Coming this April!!

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i cant believe i am posting demon yunho fanfics from my hospital bed 😭😭 adding this to my list of ridiculous things i've done in my life

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The Demon's Infatuation • Sex Demon Yunho

CHAPTER 1

↬ pairing: dom demon yunho x sub female reader

↬ genre: smut, romance

↬ warnings: breeding kink, cream pie, pain kink, unprotected sex, hip bruises, biting kink, slut-shaming, choking kink, hard core dom yunho, yunho is OBSSESSED,

↬ word count: 1.2K+

↬ author’s note: this full novel length fic is a dedication to my boyfriend alex and the demon that visited me at night two years ago every full moon night

Summary :

It might sound crazy to say that I've become a demon's infatuation and you might ask me, 'how did you even end up in this place?' Well well, even I don't know how it happened and whenever I ask him or confront him about our first meeting, he avoids the topic by sensually kissing me and making me forget about the question with an orgasm. I can't leave him because I can't live without him either. He is as if an intoxication I cannot get out of my body and desperately need in order to stay sane. He says, 'no one will love you like I do, darling' but how do I tell him that no one has ever loved me and no one ever can because my soul belongs to him, so does my heart and they worship him day and night.

She's just an innocent heartbroken girl who just wants to be loved for once despite her flaws and imperfections and he's a wicked demon who wants nothing but to corrupt her soul to till all she can think of him. What can go wrong if he takes a little interest in her? Heaven along with Hell are not going to collide with the Earth, or will they?

What could exactly go wrong if I sit alone under the full moon at midnight?

What could exactly go wrong if I sit alone under the full moon at midnight? Nothing. So I don't give it a second thought and make myself comfortable in the chair placed out in the balcony, bathing in the moonlight. The faint melody of my favourite song plays in the background through my phone as it echoes through the balcony.

The balcony is my only safe space these days. It provides me comfort and solace when I desire it the most, in moments of utter hopelessness. It sports a pretty popular viewing and gossiping spot for my family on the first floor as it opens up towards the roadside. It also serves as a common concrete stairway to the rooftop.

The moon attempts to brighten up my gloomy mood as I dwell into my sadness. The cool breeze, which is as light as a feather, ruffles the tall green trees lining the streets and also caresses my cheek. It reminds me that I haven't been completely abandoned by this world and also that there are still some forces which appreciate my existence. 

Now, I cannot hope but wish that someone touched me in a similar manner. I wish someone held me like a mother holds her dear child, like a lover holds his significant other, like a child holds onto his dying pet. 

However, no matter how much I try to forget the incident that happened this afternoon, I can't seem to get it out of my head. I cannot get that picture of the people I once considered to be my friends, mocking me for liking a guy. I cannot forget the words they called me just for daring to like the most popular guy of my grade. 

They make me feel as if having a romantic interest in a boy or just simply liking someone is the biggest sin one could commit on the Earth.

My body shakes as the turbulent storm inside me rises to the surface and brews a great tsunami. It drenches my cheeks and my face as it brings destruction and mayhem along with it in the face of a heart-wrenching pain in my chest, hopelessness and a wave of absolute sadness which hits me like a speeding truck. Somehow, the hopelessness inspires me and convinces my mind to beg whoever deity is willing to listen to me. 

So, I do. 

“To whoever is listening,” I manage to say despite the water rising in my chest as it tries to suffocate me by drowning me in the lake of sadness but I need to beg the deity. So, I continue with my remaining energy, “I want a guy, who will love me for who I  am, despite my flaws and imperfections.” 

The dam breaks as the sea of sadness drowns me in it and finds an outlet through my eyes and the salty water flows along with my last words, “I don’t care about how he looks, or even if he’s a human!” At the end of the sentence, I end up on my knees, upon the cold white marble of the moonlit balcony, as the still water gushes out of my eyes and my body trembles like a tree against strong winds. 

An eerie silence follows, as I recover from the tsunami’s devastating damage but it isn’t long when I hear a deep chuckle, which is so crisp and clear as if the person is sitting right beside me. I look up and around to identify the potential maker of the noise, but end up meeting with disappointment when I fail to do so, but it doesn’t fail in sending a chill down my spine and my body on high alert. 

“Hello? Anyone here?” I say, but come to regret the decision of doing so in the next second when a shadow appears out of nowhere, sitting on the stairs leading to the rooftop. It leans back, placing its hand on the step as its lips curve up in a creepy smile. 

Its eyes glow a bright red and just one look at them is enough to send chills down my spine. When my body registers its glowing red eyes and black shadowy figure, its first instinct is to recite holy verses. I do as my mother taught me to wherever I encounter the child of the banished angel. However, I fail to pronounce them properly, as my tongue fails at cooperating with my mind and my body screams RUN. 

I do. I run, for my dear life.

I run inside as my fight or flight system takes over with the adrenaline coursing through my veins, at the highest concentration ever in my life. My poor heart tries to keep up with all the sudden increase in cardiac output, but the picture of his creepy smile still lingers in my mind,   as if imprinted onto my neurons. 

The first thing my itsy bitsy brain thinks of as a distraction is the radio my grandfather made for me. I turn it on, tuning the dial to search for stations while expecting some soothing tunes to play and it does. I breathe a sigh of relief when the radio plays Sparks by Coldplay, my all time favourite.

However my peace evaporates into thin air when the radio goes off tune and randomly switches channels only to land upon the frequency 66.60.

An eerie voice follows, which says, “you cannot run away from me, kitten.” 

I don’t even dare to touch the radio and follow my instincts this time. I run downstairs to my family who look at me as if they saw the stars when the sun rules the skies. I am breathless as I stand in front of my mother, who looks at me in surprise while I struggle to form sentences in my head as I sweat ridiculously.

“You look like you saw a ghost.”

“A cat.”

“Yeah, yeah, a shapeshifting cat.”

“As if anything of such kind exists in this world.”

“Dumb humans”

TAGLIST

@yunhogrippers @strbryjoonie @haram-monbebe @atinism @yvnhoos @st4rhwa @lomons

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