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a mutual affair — lsm

PAIRING: lee seokmin x f!reader GENRE: smut [18+ MDNI] WC: 5,906 WARNINGS: reader and seokmin both run (faceless) porn accounts on twitter, sexting, dirty talk, masturbation, SIZE KINK!, mutual masturbation, oral, nose meal!! (it's dk so duh), multiple orgasms, protected sex, but also unprotected sex, missionary, cowgirl, creampie, cumplay/cum eating, praise kink A/N: requested by world's #1 cuties g @miniseokminnies for my Cosmos event! i went a lil crazy w this one hope u don't mind!!! ty @haologram for beta-ing <3

SYNOPSIS: As an anonymous porn account on Twitter, you're often engaging flirtaciously with other accounts — it's good for business, after all — but you never let yourself catch real feelings. Until now, when you've started sexting with the owner of your personal favorite account, an extremely hot (and hung) guy who goes by Nico. You know Nico is local, and you're really into each other, so you're genuinely considering doing your first collab with him. But then you have a realization: you're pretty fucking sure you know him in real life already.

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sunshine under the weather | l.s.m.

synopsis — when seokmin’s on his “deathbed,” you don’t hesitate. you show up with soup, medicine, and his favorite vitamin jellies. he whines, clings, and insists he’s dying. you roll your eyes and stay anyway.

pairing — lee seokmin (dk) x reader

genre — friends-to-lovers, comfort, fluff, confessionals, soft moments, sick!seokmin, mutual pining, emotional intimacy, lowkey domestic vibes

warnings — none, really... mentions of illnes and skinship

word count — ~2.1k

a/n — doing my first request on here from @seokminfilm !! i hope u enjoy <3 and i hope i did dk’s bright demeanor justice despite him being sick in this one TT enjoy <3

Wolf Like Me

Word count: 3,515

Rating: Mature

Cathegory: M/M

Relationship: Castiel/Dean Winchester

There's a name he could never forget, in his years of collar, dark, chains. Chuck. Charles 'Chuck' Shurley. He should have killed him. He could not. He wants to. He doesn't know if he's alive, anymore. He... Feels, the press of his fangs, the ache of the teeth that lie beyond his normal set; it's in the way his limbs grow, harden; the way his eyes feel like they expand, change into something that allows to see the fractures of the rock and the little paws of the rats that he hunts, skittering around without realizing the danger that is trapped to a wall.

Graphic Design Is My Passion.

(I know. My poster is horrendous. I've put it together with 2 straws and 1 glue and some Halloween template from Canva + free pngs. Threw it on Snow and put a retro filter and voilà! This piece of crap. I kinda love it though. #mytrash)

Hey y'all. This was supposed to be part of the #restrainstielweek #day1. As you see, I did not manage to publish it in time, but it was gathering dust on my drafts and I needed something to get my brain back online, as I have much to work on. I've edited some, but as you can see it's Not Beta Read, so any mistakes are my fault.

I've put it up as a Complete Work, but I've got one or two other chapters on the trigger. Idk if anyone will wanna read, but. Hey! Here you go. Have fun?

You can read it here. 🐺☄⛓🌕🩸

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in another life - lsm

pairing - lee seokmin x f!reader

genre - fluff, angst, fantasy, historical au (1800s),

warnings - mentions of death, major character death, idk tbh

summary - you're living a content life in a quiet neighborhood until you step foot in an empty, ancient shop situated in the outskirts of your town and you're met with photos that take you back in another life.

word count - 2.5K

author's note - finally finally finallyyy i'm writing seokmin, my beloved. this didn't turn out like i wanted at all but i'm still gonna post :)) i came up with this while listening to timeless by taylor swift so you can say it's loosely inspired by that song 😙🤍 have a good read!!

•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••Morning walks have been your favourite thing in the entire world. It's something you picked up as a habit ever since you were a kid. Your dad used to take you out for a walk every morning with your pet dog.

At that point in time, you used to complain about it. You didn't like the idea of getting up early, walking around the neighborhood, greeting old ladies and hurting your feet for it all. But then your dad passed away, and you realized that this was the only common thing you shared with him.

That's when early morning walks became your favourite. They reminded you of your dad, and your dog who only lived for seven years before leaving you all alone in this world.

It was one such comforting walk — basking in the memories of your loved ones — when you came across the vintage shop. It was still a little dark for you to figure out what exactly the banner of the shop read, but something about it gravitated you towards the unknown place.

It didn't look scary in the slightest. In fact, it felt rather welcoming in a sense that it seemed to be calling out to you, inviting you to step inside and explore its secrets.

As you pushed open the creaky door, a soft bell above it rang out, and you were immediately enveloped in a warm, comforting aroma that reminded you of old books and leather. The shop was dimly lit, with only a few flickering lamps to illuminate the space, but as your eyes adjusted, you began to make out the shapes of vintage furniture, antique trinkets, and rows upon rows of dusty old books.

The shop was silent, except for the faint ticking of a clock you couldn't locate. On the front counter, there was a stack of black and white photos, probably for sale because it said, "25 cents each."

The pictures were so beautiful. Still and frozen, yet feeling like they were alive with all that happened in the past.

One of the photographs displayed a young couple perhaps, laughing in a porch. To you, it felt like they were a newly married couple, perhaps happy in their first house together. In another one was a teenage couple kissing each other with a blooming young love. Many were photos of old ladies during their tea time, or random photos of a busy marketplace where people sell and bought. All of it evoked a strange nostalgia in you, making you feel like you've been a part of these people.

What caught your eye, however, was an old book covered in cobwebs. A picture peeked out of it's worn out pages, and when you slowly opened it, your heart squeezed slightly in your chest.

It was a photograph of a young, handsome man, laughing beside a dog. You felt strange chills erupt in your body as you flipped through the pages, witnessing remnants of this story of romance.

Time stood still, and you were suddenly transported back to many hundreds of years ago.

•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••You stepped out of the quaint, ivy-covered cottage that served as your sanctuary, breathing in the autumnal air of the town square. It was late evening if the fading glow of the sun was anything to go by, and the marketplace wasn't as busy as usual. Your dog trotted by your side, her tail wagging excitedly as she sniffed the sights and sounds of the square.

It was surprising to see Ember excited like that in a long time. Since your father's death, she was never nearly as happy as today which made you wonder what was causing it. Maybe it was just a beautiful day.

A beautiful day that wasn't helping your creative block at all. Your papers and ink still sat upon your desk in silence, igniting frustration in your otherwise calm demeanor.

It happened quickly. One second you were lost in thought, fingers wrapped around Ember's leash, and the second, the dog was darting towards a figure standing by the ancient stone fountain.

You followed, hearing the man's infectious laughter that quickened your heartbeat slightly even when you couldn't see his face. He was dressed in a long, dark coat, and a soft beret adorned his head. He had crouched down near Ember, playing with her, who was now lavishing him with affectionate licks and nuzzles.

You watched in a daze, something indecipherable tugging at the strings of your emotions. There was something about him that seemed almost otherworldly. A gentle something that made you feel like you were gazing at a renaissance painting come to life.

And if you weren't already so distraught, he glanced up, his eyes meeting yours, and you felt a jolt of electricity run through your veins. Now you had to hold eye contact with him without crashing down on your knees and swerving into a panic attack.

His smile faltered for a moment, and you sensed a flicker of shyness behind his eyes. But then, his face relaxed, and he spoke in a voice so sweet that you forgot your own name.

"Excuse my impertinence miss, but your dog is quite charming."

His smile had softened by the end as he stood up, and you had to raise your chin to keep up the eye contact. You felt your heart rate slow, and your knees, which had threatened to buckle, steadied themselves. You managed a smile, hoping it didn't look as wobbly as you felt.

"Thank you," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. "She's a dear companion."

Ember nuzzled your hand, and you looked down at her, grateful that you had an excuse to break the eye contact. The stranger's eyes followed the movement, and his smile deepened.

"I can see that," he said, his voice filled with warmth as he looked at the dog again. "She's very affectionate. What's her name?"

"Ember," you replied, surprised that your voice came out as steady as it did. It wasn't like you to ever feel this way in front of anyone. You were always told that you were a confident lady, but something about this man made you want to put your defenses down.

"Pretty name. I'm Seokmin," he said. "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, miss...?"

Good heavens, that was a pretty name. You felt only slightly guilty for comparing it to Ember's because he complimented her name, but his own sounded so soft, and so uniquely him. You wished there was only one man named Seokmin in this world.

You looked at him and realized he was still waiting for an answer. His cheeks were warm, and a little colored if you could correctly see. Had you embarrassed him by not answering?

Your voice came out a little strained instantly. "Y/N." You wanted to say more, and you would have if you weren't so turbulent. You didn't want him to think that you were not interested in speaking to him, because God only knows you could spend all your evening standing here.

But the man was perhaps too nice. His smile widened as he repeated your name, making your heart twitch. "Sounds like a poet's name. I've always been fond of poetry."

You felt a surge of surprise. "How did you know?"

He furrowed his brows, staring at you for a moment longer before realization dawned on him. "You're a poet?"

You nodded, unable to help the smile that he naturally pulled out of you. You had also been told that you weren't an easy presence — that it was hard to make you smile — but Seokmin mangaed it all so swiftly.

He chuckled, a sound that you liked. "I was merely making an educated guess. But I must say that you have a dreaminess to yourself. You truly look like someone who'd be fond of words."

You couldn't help the slight giggle that left your mouth, feeling a sense of wonder at how perceptive he was. "I suppose you're right," you said. "I do love words."

Seokmin glanced up at the sky, his smile intact as if it was a part of him. "In any case," he said, his voice tinged with regret. "I shall take my leave now. I apologize for taking your precious time, miss."

Not at all, sir. I could give you all of my time if you asked, you wanted to say, but didn't. You only let your heart twist and bruise in disappointment as you nodded. "Have a good day ahead, sir."

He smiled a little wider, patting Ember softly once before standing upright. Then he took a step closer, extending his hand out to you. Your heart skipped a beat and you found your hand in his before you even knew it.

He slowly took your hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to your fingers with his eyes closed. If you could paint, you'd paint this picture and hang it beside your bed to stare at everday. But you were a poet though, so the papers left at your desk would definitely bleed of the emotions his touch evoked in you.

Then he softly patted your hand with his other one, "I hope to see you again, Y/N."

You smiled, feeling your heart fill with fondness. "Likewise."

He smiled, tipped his beret, and walked away, leaving you feeling dazed and wondering if you'd imagined the whole encounter.

And in that moment, you knew that your life was about to change in ways you could hardly imagine. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••You felt it before you saw it, a tear falling down your cheek and landing on the yellowed page of the memory book. You weren't sure how or what made you witness the memory you just lived. But you didn't care. Because you felt your heart clench in your chest at the page that was now open in front of you.

It was a grave among many, with Seokmin's name written on it. His lifetime was merely of 27 years. You stood above his grave with a bunch of flowers in your hand, wiping under your eye.

At this point, you felt insane. All you wanted was to pull at your hair and cry your lungs out. You had witnessed such a beautiful memory of a life you lived in some other timeline, and yet your story had been torn apart by fate.

Your last straw was seeing the last page of the book. It was a majorly blank page, with only one sentence scribbled with blank ink at the right corner.

I will find you in another lifetime, my love.

- Yours, Y/N

You felt sick to your stomach, and your knees buckled, making you slide down the counter. Hot tears fell past your eyes, making your heart clench tighter. You couldn't believe your story had ended that way, especially after you freshly felt all the emotions for this man whose grave was photographed right in front of you.

A soft chime of a bell rang in the shop, and a warm breeze hit your face. Your sob halted, head lifting up to look at the intruder whose face was glowing in the sunlight.

Your breath caught in your throat when you met eyes with the man who just walked in. You were hit with the same emotions all over again, looking at him clad in a long beige coat but without a beret this time.

"Hey— are you alright?"

You heard his voice before he crouched down near you, and you swore you could die right there. His brows were knitted in concern, and his hand was raised in the air — clenching and unclenching — afraid to touch you.

He was so beautiful, just like he was in another life. Just like he probably was in every life. You felt your aching heart swell with insurmountable emotions that you couldn't process — not at the moment.

"Seokmin." You whispered out his name, making his eyes widen in surprise. He blinked, unable to word out his confusion.

"Excuse my impertinence," you whispered, holding onto his large hand and letting out a shaky breath. "But you're quite charming."

Before he could even blush, your lips found his. Perhaps, he would report you for harassment, or push you away and run, but you couldn't sit back and watch the man who died on you in another life walk into this one. You will make sure he doesn't die on you again.

SWEET BOY

PAIRING: lee seokmin x f!reader (ft. choi vernon)

GENRE: fluff, angst

TROPES: older brother figure to lover, childhood friends to lovers, coworkers to lovers, jealousy, skinship, dk being a blushy idiot and you being a plain idiot.

lines are funny when it comes to your life. lines drawn from one point to another, lines forced to keep your work life and your personal life, but most important the big daunting line between you and your crush of nearly two years now, dokyeom.

it's funny, it really is, given how much time you've spent riling yourself up over him, telling yourself that he should retain the role he always had in your life: the older brother figure. because dokyeom's heart-warmingly kind, no even more so– blood-curdingly kind, painfully nice to everyone he meets, patient beyond imagination. he's worse than any nice guys you've met, simply because he fits the archetype too well to be real.

"don't you get tired?" you ask him, when he shows up at your door, clutching bags of take-out food, no doubt after hearing from your mom how you haven't had a chance to eat. yet, you'd emphasized to her after you'd made the mistake of letting her know you were too busy to cook.

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dk x reader (actor!au, drama, fluff)

wc: 833

a/n: another dialogue prompt i did a little while back. one of my bigger projects is almost finished and ready for posting. thank you everyone for your continued support and patience~ mwah~!

You stand up abruptly, the chair scraping backward with the force of your reaction. Seokmin remains seated, unperturbed by your intensity. His relaxed posture is far different from yours, with your hands balled into trembling fists at your sides and muscles tensed in preparation for a thus undetermined fight or flight. He looks down his sharp nose at you, brows raised just slightly and lips pressed into a thin, flat line. It's as you're staring him down, his aloof expression fueling the fire of rage in your stomach, that you finally find your voice, fight overtaking flight.

"I will find out who killed my husband, with or without your help," you say, each word leaving your mouth sharply and determinedly, in a way that you hope is forceful enough to get a reaction out of him.

So you stare Seokmin down, keeping your expression steely as he meets your gaze. Finally, he narrows his eyes, leaning back in his chair with an indiscernible expression that makes your heart skip a nervous beat. You maintain your cold, tough veneer as best you can, jaw clenched so tightly shut that it's beginning to hurt.

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Vertigo

pairing: lee seokmin x female reader genre: runaways au + criminals au wc. 2.5k a/n: this jumps from two different timelines, i hope it’s not too confusing lol. one timeline is inspired by triple h’s “365 Fresh” mv and the other timeline is inspired by the fic “polygraph” by @boosoonhao (which i believe isn’t on tumblr any more but nonetheless, i gotta give credit)

“Lee Seokmin,” the interrogator gruffs, holding up a manila file folder, “is that your real name?”

“yes.”

“Do you know why you’ve been brought in for questioning?”

Seokmin doesn’t understand why such formality is being taken. He knows. The interrogator knows. The whole watching world knows why Seokmin is being kept behind metal bars. And yet, no one but you knows the truth.

“yes.”

ending credit

After years of trying, it’s time to ask yourself if it’s still worth it.

p — DK (lee seokmin) x trainee! reader

a/n — first time doing bullet form :0 (mostly bc i can’t write paragraphs at the moment oops) but i hope you enjoy!

you’ve been training for about 5 years now

and damn is it tiring

when you came to seoul, you knew what you were getting into

you read and watched a lot on the life of trainees because your parents weren’t the most supportive

only when you showed them how much you knew and how prepared you were did they let you

but still, despite all the research, it never prepared you for how tired you’d become through training

school in the morning until afternoon, training until 1am or later, schoolwork until school starts

at first you were okay with it

you were excited, even

like BRING IT ON!!! I AM READY!!!

but after years of uncertainty, leaving the industry was getting more and more appealing

you realized you wanted to leave that after the third time you were told that your debut would have to be delayed

you didn’t blame the company, you understood

you were from a small company

debuting was expensive and they were already paying for your school, food, and your dorm

but, it just hurt

you constantly pushed yourself to the extremes, mentally and physically

trying to keep yourself together and be a good student and trainee but

for what?

to have their debut delayed again?

you thought you were patient enough but after working this hard, without any assurance this hard work was going to go anywhere

it changes someone

you were in the practice room when you finally decided it was over

looking at the picture of yourself when you had first joined the company,

you cried

you cried over the heartbreak of a delayed debut, cried over the constant pressure from your family to succeed, and cried over the realization that your dreams weren’t meant to be

you promised yourself when you started you wouldn’t give up on your dream, no matter how difficult things may seem

but this was too much

as heartbreaking as things were, you had to give up

no one can persist this long and not burn out

the sound of your crying drowned out the sound of the door opening

only when someone’s arms wrapped around you, did you realize someone came in

you wanted to see who it was but they wrapped you tightly into a hug

focusing on the sound of their heartbeat, you eventually stopped crying and fell asleep in their arms

hours later you woke up

still in someone’s arms

but the grip loosened and you finally saw who it was

it was seokmin, who also fell asleep while holding you

you felts tears starting to pool in your eyes just thinking about how thankful you are to have him

but before it got any worse, he start to wake, probably realizing you moved

his eyes opened and just looked at you, bleary eyed

he noticed the tears in your eyes and wiped it

he pulled you in for another hug and with your face resting on his chest,

you began to speak

“the ceo told us-”

only for seokmin to shush you

“i heard from minseo”

his statement just confirmed that last night wasn’t a nightmare

the debut was delayed without a clear date

and by the look of it, you were going to be forever in a cycle of constant disappointment

you looked down, avoiding his face when you spoke again, quieter

“i don’t think i can do this anymore, seokmin”

he tilted his head to the side

“do what?” he placed his hand on your back and rubbed it

“i don’t think i can wait anymore. i can’t keep studying and training without any sign that i’ll actually be able to debut. i thought i was patient enough but i’m so — so tired.”

“if you want to leave, then you can.”

you looked up at him after he said

“i thought you’d say something like, you can wait or you just need a break.”

“why would i? it’s your life.”

when he says this, he covers your hands in his

“i mean, didn’t seungcheol and jihoon wait longer than me?”

he shifts his position and brings you even closer

“well, yeah. but they’re not making the decision here. you are. if you end up waiting, i’ll support you all the way. if you leave, i’ll support you wherever you go.”

you tried to look into his eyes for any sign of uncertainty but found none

“i love you.”

he smiles after hearing that

“i love you too. now, do you wanna get food?”

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