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breaking the silence

lee know x gn!reader

synopsis: after an argument that involves several tears and hurtful words, your boyfriend gives you the silent treatment.

wc: 2060 (,,> ᴗ <,,)

You had both had a long and tiring day, but it was the silence that had you awake, not the exhaustion. Since the argument earlier in the evening, there had been an unbearable, uncomfortable silence between you and Minho. Really, it had been a dumb approach. It was a small miscommunication that might have been cleared up in a few minutes. Instead, the words had come out of your lips quickly and harshly before you had a chance to think about them, and Minho had snapped, his face tensing in anger. You tried to explain and apologize right away, but he didn't listen. He had turned away without even looking at you, which was an obvious sign that he didn't want to speak with you.

Hours had gone by now, and the tension in the room was intolerable. Your pulse is racing and the knot of anxiety in your chest is getting tighter as you lie in bed and stare at the ceiling. Half expecting him to be there, you reached to his side of the bed, but the room was cold and empty. He was still on the couch. After a moment of hesitation during which you bit your lip, you got up and walked quietly into the living room. With his back to you, Minho sat on the couch and watched the TV without paying much attention. The distance between you two felt like an entire ocean, and his shoulders were stiff.

"Minho," you said softly, your voice tentative. “Please… can we talk?” He didn't answer. The ensuing silence was suffocating. As you waited with your heart pounding faster, he stayed motionless with his back to you and refusing to acknowledge you. In an attempt to calm yourself, you swallowed. "I’m sorry Minho. I didn't mean to upset you. "Look at me, please." Nothing. He didn't appear to have heard you at all. It felt almost like a physical barrier because of how heavy the silence was between you two. You tried "Minho…" once more, your voice hardly audible above a whisper, the words suddenly desperate. "I really apologize. Talk to me, please.”

Still nothing.

A part of you wanted to turn away, to give him the space he so obviously needed, to leave him alone. The other side of you, however, couldn't take it. You felt the weight of the unsaid words weighing down on your chest as the silence tore into you. You felt as though the silence was choking you. Gently resting your trembling hand on the back of the couch, you were almost touching him, but not quite. "Please, Minho. I don’t want to lose you. When you act like this, I'm not sure what to do.” You thought he may finally say something as his shoulders stiffened. But the words that came out of his mouth were quiet, icy, and far away.

Without even looking at you, he murmured, "I don't want to talk right now." His voice was flat, with a hint of concealed rage boiling beneath. The words hurt more than you thought they would. Tears threatened to spill out of your throat, but you fought them back. "Minho, I'm at a loss for what to do. I hate this. I hate the way you're ignoring me. Tell me what's wrong, please.” When his head finally turned, you could see that his eyes were filled with a mixture of hurt, frustration, and possibly a hint of disappointment.

He repeated, "I don't want to talk about it," this time with more firmness and a clenched jaw that made it clear he wasn't going to back down. "I don't feel like doing this at the moment. Leave me alone, please. It felt like a face-slap. Your breath caught in your throat as the hurt of his words sunk deep in your chest. You felt so tiny and unimportant all of a sudden, and the pain was unbearable. You said, your voice a mixture of despair and irritation, "You've been like this all night." "Will you please just let me in? Why are you afraid to just speak to me?”

After a while, Minho straightened his posture and kept his gaze fixed on the ground. "You don't understand, do you?" The bitterness in his voice pierced you like a knife, even though it was quieter now. "You're constantly trying to fix things and restore everything, but sometimes I simply need space. I don't require fixing. I don't need to hear your apologies again. All I need is time.” The tears you were suppressing burned in your eyes. "Minho, I'm not trying to fix you. I'm just… All I want to do is put things right. When you refuse to communicate with me, I'm at a loss on what to do. When you cut me off in this way...”

When his eyes finally met yours, he ran a hand through his hair in irritation, yet there was something cold about them that made your stomach churn. "It's not always your turn to fix things. I need time to reflect sometimes. I need you to leave me alone sometimes.” Your chest tightened under the weight of everything you were suppressing, and the intensity of his remarks caused your heart to shatter. He had never been this detached, so angry, and so unwilling to compromise with you. It seemed like he was getting farther away each time you attempted to close the distance.

You said, "I'm sorry," once more, your voice cracking under the pressure of everything. "Minho, I have no idea how to go about this. All I want is to comprehend. Please don't ignore me. He stayed silent for a long time, and the emptiness between you two felt like an endless ocean that you were unsure how to cross. Then he spoke again, softer but still unpleasant, in a voice that was hardly more than a whisper. He murmured, "I'm not trying to hurt you," as his eyes briefly met yours before averting them. “But, I'm not sure how to deal with this either. Right now, I'm not sure how to deal with *us*.”

You were left whirling by his quiet, raw words. Even though you were drowning in your own pain, you could sense it seeping from him. Your heart thumping in your chest, you took a step closer. "Please, Minho... I am not planning on leaving. Just don't ignore me. Together, we might resolve this.” He remained silent for quite some time. However, you stayed put. You stayed there, both of you trapped in the limbo of suffering and annoyance, close yet still far away. His hand hesitated as though it would have reached for you, but he stopped.

He sighed at last, his breath trembling, the weight of everything between you two bearing down on him. He made a tiny move, brushing your palm with his, but it was the most subdued apology he could offer. His voice was almost heard, but he was sincere when he said, "I'm sorry." "I just want some time. I'll talk with you when I'm ready. You tried to swallow the lump in your throat as you nodded. "All right. I'll hold off. Just don't be silent for too long. Minho didn't respond, but you could tell he hadn't actually cut you off—at least not entirely—by the glint of remorse in his eyes. Not forever.

Even if it passed for the time being, the silence between you lingered, serving as a reminder that sometimes the quiet that followed a fight was just as difficult.

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It seemed like there had been no end to the silence between you and Minho. For days, the room felt heavy, and you both cautiously avoided each other, not knowing how to heal the rift that had developed. However, time was doing its silent magic, and gradually the barriers you had put up between each other started to come down.

It started with the small things.

You noticed that Minho was beginning to leave small signs of himself where he typically didn't. His jacket was carelessly placed on the chair's back, as though he had decided it didn't need to be neatly folded. His shoes kicked off at the door in a hurry, a sign that he was starting to feel like his own home again. Nevertheless, things didn't start to change until you were in the kitchen making coffee one morning. Minho came into the room quietly, his hair a little disheveled from sleep, and he was still dressed in pajama trousers. For a long time, he watched you from the doorframe, his face unreadable.

Although you both understood that the silence between you wouldn't last forever, you kept silent at first. You just continued doing what you were doing because you had to take the initiative and didn't want to push him. He apologized in a low, reluctant voice that sounded almost like he was trying things out. His eyes were on the floor, not looking into your eyes, and his hands were in his pockets. "For everything."

Your heart skipped a beat as you froze. It was there. The first break in the silence: the words you've been waiting for. The weight of all that had been left unsaid made your chest tighten as you turned to face him. You started to say, "Minho," but your voice trailed off as your throat filled with emotion. When he finally looked into your eyes, his face softened and he took a step forward. "I should have spoken to you. "I shouldn't have pushed you away like that," he added in a remorseful tone. "I simply... I shut you out rather than letting you in because I didn't know how to deal with anything.”

You gave a small shake of your head, not because you didn't comprehend, but rather because the pain and suffering of those silent days remained present. You tried to control your emotions as you whispered, "I know you needed space, Minho." But when you refused to communicate with me, I was at a loss on how to make things better. I was really lost. He took tentative but resolute steps toward you. Almost whispering, he replied, "I don't want you to feel lost." "I apologize for making you feel that way. I just want you to understand that it wasn't about you. I was the one. I've honestly been overwhelmed.

The pain in your chest slowly begins to ease as you finally release a breath you were unaware you were holding. "I get it, Minho. Yes, I do. But if you don't let me in, I can't support. At that moment, he extended his hand and lightly touched yours. The tender touch served as a reminder that you were still there for one another despite the stillness. "I'll try," he answered in a quiet but genuine tone. "I swear. I'll let you in more. I don't want to isolate you again.”

Tears welled up in your eyes, not from sadness, but from the relief of hearing him say it. For the first time in days, you put your arms around him and pulled him into a tight hug as you moved closer, your heart overflowing with emotion. After a moment of hesitation, Minho wrapped his arms around you and held you tight, allowing you to both feel as though the burden of the last few days had been lifted. It was a subtle acknowledgment of guilt and a subconscious understanding that although things weren't flawless, they could still be fixed.

You muttered, "I'm here, Minho," against his chest. "I'm not leaving either." His voice was muffled as he talked into your hair, holding you closer. “I know. I’m sorry for making you feel like you didn’t matter. You do. You always have.”

Even though there was still some tension, hurt, and stillness, it didn't matter just now. The important thing was that you were both prepared to start over and, no matter how long it took, find your way back to one another.

Minho then said, "Let's take it slow," while planting a gentle kiss on your forehead and wearing the smallest of smiles. “But let's do it together.”

From then on, you were aware that you would deal with any challenges together; there would be no more silence, only love, understanding, and patience.

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hi everyone! this is my first full length fic & it’s angst! i personally lovee reading angst so i thought i’d try it out, i hope you enjoy & don’t forget to leave any feedback that you may have 🤗🫶

asks are always open if you have a question, concern, or request!

-🎀

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texts with boyfriend felix !!

a/n: a bleach and tone. LIKE A BLEACH AND TONE!!

fake text m.list ☁︎⋅

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💌 SKZ SMAU • sending them predebut pics

bf!skz × fem reader

including, hyung line, maknae line

warnings, swearing?, pull out jokes in chans, death jokes in changbins

notes, hi lovelies, I'll upload the maknae version tmrw, hope you all enjoy <3

©️ shortkingracha

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💌 SKZ SMAU • sending them predebut pics

bf!skz × fem reader

including, maknae line, hyung line

warnings, swearing, jyp jokes in seungmins, slight oppa kink in i.n's?

notes, as of last week I found out han didn't just appear on the face of the earth at 13, fake texts requests are open to anyone

©️shortkingracha

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have you done 70 with hyunjin? if not, can you please 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

70. "Can I take your virginity?"

Yippeeeeeee, Hyunjin version today~ I can't tell if this prompt is kind of cringe but hopefully it makes someone feel like kicking their lil feet lmfao. gn!reader

+ I.N + Lee Know + Han +

not taking requests

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drunk texts with boyfriend stray kids

authors note: party party yeah! they dont know this but im turning up this weekend one way or another!!!

stray kids masterlist

ⓒstrrykais

permanent taglist: @hyunestrella @spicy-sawdust @charlieg1rl @gnabnahcbby @totheseok @mystverse @jisungs-iced-americano @kimseungminpabo @bookswillfindyouaway @puppy-minnie @katchowbbie @night-storm7 @auroratiseee @goldenmellow @sellomaybe

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random texts with daddy!chan part 4

genre: idek but two of them are suggestive

warnings: kinda rough daddy in the first one, sweet daddy in the second one, and the last one isn’t daddy chan, but more so best friend chan. and it’s kinda dark. implied thoughts of suic!de (read at your own risk, dm me if you need to). it doesn’t really fit with the vibe of the other 2, but i wrote it when i was in a bad place and it’s been sitting in my drafts for forever. i didn’t have anywhere else to put it and this is random texts, so i put it here. sorry if it gives you whiplash.

the drunk text ones are inspired by this post from @strrykais

masterlist • kofi

‼ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ⚠︎ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ‼ adults only • mdni ‼ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ⚠︎ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ‼

♡ pls reblog if you liked it! it truly helps a lot and makes me smile :) ♡

©hyunjins-orange-slice-too i do not give permission for this work or any of my work to be translated, copied, or reposted.

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👾 anon making a comeback!

what about 2min teaching another member who just got a gf how to fuck her properly? like, they have a toy or something for the other member to practice on while 2min demonstrates on reader?

i could imagine the other member thrusting into the toy wrongly and lee know just goes ‘nononono, like this’ and thrusts into reader for the nth time and overstims them.

while one of 2min is fucking reader, the other is trying to make reader stop being so loud and shoves their cock into readers mouth.

and to top it all off, since reader literally cannot stop convulsing theres a bit of collar play and 2min tugs on the collar when they need to and theyre unphased but reader is out here drooling all over themselves

im nasty, what can i say? 👾👾👾

oh my fucking god?? U ARE NASTY BUT THANK U FOR THIS

this is 1k words LMFAO oopsie..

something about them making the other member use a toy instead of their own girlfriend is so.... humiliation kink at its finest

like them saying something along the lines of "if you can't fuck her properly, you can't get her at all" and its not even their girlfriend to make such bold commands?? ugh

i can picture this being hard/mean dom! jeongin's awakening

so lets picture this. virgin!innie who hasnt even seen a vagina until the first time you two got intimate. and even then, the few times you two have been intimate only included mutual masturbation

so i bring you!! closeted mean dom 2min who offers their help to their poor maknae!

he goes to them first, expressing his worries about not performing well enough for his girlfriend- and about how he doesn't want to embarrass himself by not being able to pleasure you properly!

so he gets 2 of his favorite hyungs in his room seated on either side of you. their hands are all over you, from showing jeongin how to finger you properly, and describing to him how to curve his fingers the way you like it.

and how do they know he's performing well enough? well that would be all thanks to the fleshlight they bought him :)

its clear so they can see through it, watching his fingers every move. and he has such long, pretty fingers, so it would be such a shame if they went to waste? "thank god we're teaching him this too, right y/nnie?"

they make you cum twice on their fingers, one time each man so they can give their own two advice and show off their techniques. so can they really blame you for subconciously fighting back when seungmin slides his cock inside of you?

not really... but that wont stop minho from forcing both of your wrists into one of his. it also wont stop seungmin from thrusting even harder into you, quickly getting distracted with your tight cunt and forgetting the whole goal of the situation

he basically uses you as his own personal fleshlight until you both cum, jeongin cumming around the same time. you and jeongin are barely given a break before minho is pouncing with an order for the maknae to "get to it"

minho's a lot bigger and fucks into you faster and harder than seungmin, rolling his hips roughly and teaching jeongin to do the same. he sometimes even compares it to certain dance moves from their choreos and will slow his own thrusts to watch closely and make sure the maknae is moving correctly

once he's sure the boy has learned, minho's so rough with it that your eyes feel permanently rolled to the back of your head, his tip constantly pummeling into your sensitive walls.

it gets to the point where you cant control yourself when your nails start to rake down his arm! >< its just "too much!"

it makes him mad and he slaps your hand away, not wanting marks, only to be made even more upset when you push your hand against his lower stomach with begs for him to give you a break

but he has no plans to stop, not even after you've came yet again. and who are you to give him orders right now??? so he whistles for seungmin to help, and youre absolutely stunned when a piece of leather slides around your neck and gets buckled by the puppy man himself

he tosses the end of the leash to minho and helps him flip you over, manhandling you onto your hands and knees

at this point, jeongins completely zoned out. he's not nearly as overstimulated as you, but as his 2nd orgasm builds and as he's forced to watch some of his closest friends pound his dear girlfriend int his mattress, he feels like he's floating on another planet

so what happens when you're finally let go by seungmin and minho? what do you think happens when they leave your apartment, after teaching jeongin about aftercare, and you're left alone, still sensitive with your oddly quiet boyfriend?

not sleeping. thats for sure :) you're lucky he loves you and doesn't want to push your body too far, yet. so he'll only fuck you to orgasm once, but he's gonna be like a new man reborn, hips fucking into you faster than either of the men did earlier.

they didnt teach him this, but it comes all too naturally when he shoves his fingers into your mouth and pushes down against your tongue

the drool that drips down his wrist is almost enough to make him laugh, but the little semblance of jealousy in his veins tells him to do something more

he uses the spit on his fingers to pinch and massage one of your nipples, all while the other set of fingers are tangles in your hair and holds you flat against him.

he's so deep and your body has been through so much the last few hours that your own orgasm takes you by surprised, your legs shaking aggressively as your body convulses as best as it can with his iron grip on your head

& his mouth is so filthy as he uses you as his fleshlight- telling you that youre a little slut for enjoying the other men using you freely while he was forced to watch. he tells you how hes gonna use every last thing he saw you enjoy against you, from the leash & collar to the way your body was so happy at their rough hands on your- HIS pretty pussy

once hes finished he essentially redoes everything they did earlier for aftercare, adding in his own "spice" by running you a hot shower and kissing every inch of your body as he helps you wash off

he definitely gets hard again, but he'll deal with it himself while you sleep.

maybe if youre lucky, he'll wake you up with that pretty cock all up in your tummy again <3

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𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐁 𝐌𝐘 𝐀𝐒𝐒 - HAN JISUNG

𐙚 pairing: bf!han jisung x chubby gf fem!reader

𐙚 genre: fluff drabble

𐙚 summary: jisung is a lovely boyfriend, he always cared about you and your well being, but one day as he comes home from work and you surprise him in his room in the dorms.

You didn't actually planned it.

That was not what you thought your evening was going to be, but now you're in his room in the middle of the night, you were extremely bored and you really were looking for some time with your boyfriend. Jisung as soon as he sees you walking in, "oh, hey baby." He sounds surprised but not annoyed by your presence.

"sorry if I came here this late," you grunts lightly as you sits at the edge of his bed, he sits up next to you, with his messy hair all over the places and a yawn, "but I really wanted to see you."

A light chuckle light up your eyes, before being hugged by his strong arms, his face buried against your neck, "hm baby, don't worry, y'know that is not a problem," your arms moves on his waist keeping him close as he lay on top of you. Jisung buries his face on the crock of your neck, your hand moving lightly over his back, fingers tracing imaginary figures. "I missed you."

"sorry, was really busy lately," his mumble comes out like a puff, you chuckle moving lightly your hands under the elm of his shirt, touching his warm skin, "it's kay, y'know that I just need this for a bit, hugging you.. keeping you close."

Jisung chuckle as he press light pecks over the nape of your neck, making your breath catch your throat, "you're trying to touch my ass now? uh?"

"me? Absolutely not."

"y/n, baby, I feel your hands in my pants." Your giggles fill the room as your hands are indeed in his pants, grabbing lightly his ass, "sorry! it's like an anti-stress-ball," your words just makes his laugh louder.

"Oh god, I love you."

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A peek into the bedroom

3racha x chubby!reader headcanons about their suggestive behaviour and how they behave in the bedroom

WC:481 Genre: smut

TW:smut 18+ only

@kflixnet

@comet-falls you convinced me so I did it

Chris

extremely touchy person

loves to grab a handful of your ass anywhere anytime

face down, ass up is the way for this man

very rough but knows you can and will take it ;)

loves to squeeze your hips when fucking you

loves squeezing your thighs when eating you out

his goal is to leave fingerprint marks all over you

..and maybe a few handprints on your ass eheh

loves to leave bite marks on your neck and belly

might go easy on the neck because it’s a generally exposed area but on the belly…

HE IS BITING 

on nights when he feels a little more romantic he loves to switch positions and always puts you in a mating press because he wants to see your face <3

loves doing it raw because he gets to cum in you 

BREEDING KINK

always overstimulates himself because he likes the idea of fucking his cum back into you

big in cuddles after sex, they’re a must

good boyfriend ™

Changbin

softest and kindest pleasure dom to ever exist

loves to see you in expensive pretty lingerie, prefers pink but as long as he is taking it off of you it really doesn’t matter that much

this dude lifts almost 150kg he CAN and WILL manhandle and throw you around

lovingly of course

loves to pick you up and just fuck you

wall sex, shower sex, counter sex

loves anything that involves using his strength on you

hates edging because doesn’t like to make his pretty baby wait

big into overstimulation

big into body worship

pretty vanilla

loves missionary but adores it when you ride him because he likes to see your tits bounce

NEEDS to see your face 

textbook version of boyfriend

aftercare king

husband material

Han

absolutely adores you 

like actually worships you and kisses the ground you walk on

subby hannie <3

oral fixation goes crazy

loves to suck on your fingers and loves when you suck on his fingers

loves eating you out, wants to do it  AT LEAST once a day

wants you to suffocate him with your thighs so bad, he begged you for weeks

often cums in his pants when he eats you out

prefers eating you out than getting sucked off

literally everytime you wanna suck him off you need a good 10 minutes worth of convincing 

loves cowgirl

when you’re on top you look even more like a goddess to him 

tends to cum quick because he’s too excited but can go a few rounds so that doesn’t stop him

once you sent him a audio message of you moaning and playing with yourself and he came untouched <3

actually obsessed with you

falls asleep right after sex, he likes to lay on your chest and he makes those little noises in his sleep

sometimes likes to suck your nipples to sleep

he’s cute <3

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♡ You Tell Stray Kids You Hate Your Stretch Marks... ♡

♡ This is a request from another anon that I'm excited as always to write! ♡

Pairing: ot8!boyfriend!skz x plus size!fem!reader

Genre: sorta fluffy, sorta smutty

Warnings: i love to cuss my ass off, mentions of fingering, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, spanking, jeongin being a lil bitey

♡ Bang Chan ♡

Pulls you down onto his lap when you try to flee the scene after saying it because you aren't getting away that easily

Asks you more about your feelings and listens patiently while you answer

Waits until you're done to tell you how painfully untrue your negative thoughts are

Thinks your stretch marks are beautiful and slips your dress up to kiss every single one of them, tongue and all

Gets so caught up in how hot it is tasting you on his tongue that he's too horny function and ends up fucking you in his lap

♡ Lee Know ♡

Thinks you're super smart but can't believe you'd say something so stupid right now

Catches you off guard by throwing you over his knee and spanking you for talking about his girlfriend like that

Makes you promise never to speak of yourself that way again

Spanks you playfully at first but gets more sensual, massaging your soft ass

Fingers you in this position until you're coming, dripping down his fingers, too out of it to even think about your insecurities

♡ Jisung ♡

Follows you around the apartment for the rest of the night telling you how pretty you are

Begs you to put on the cute little tube top and shorts he thinks you look so good in

Can't keep his hands and lips off of you once you do. Even when you're busy cooking dinner

Wraps his arms around you, playing with that adorably squishy part of your belly

Pulls your shorts to the side to fuck you from behind, leaving the food to basically cook itself

♡ Binnie ♡

Shows you all of the pictures he has of you in his phone to make sure you're talking about the right person

Drags you to the bathroom to look at yourself in the mirror

Proceeds to list his favorite parts of you (all of them) while caressing your curves

Lifts you onto the sink to give you a kiss only to get carried away, ripping your clothes off to grab every part of you that he can

Makes you come on every possible surface he can lift your cute ass onto in the bathroom

♡ Seungmin ♡

Pretends he didn't hear you the first time so that you have to repeat yourself

Talks over you when you do, telling you that you're wrong only to apologize and do it again

Convinces you to come on a late-night ride with him to get ice cream to cheer you up

Nearly crashes the car getting distracted by kissing you

Eats you out in the backseat of his car but wants you to keep trying to eat your ice cream because he's a menace

♡ Hyunjin ♡

Asks you to go into more detail about your feelings but only if you want to

Disappears into his art room and comes out a few minutes later with an arm full of paint bottles

Gets you to agree to let him paint you to show you how beautiful you are

Doesn't let you know until he's all set up that he grabbed body paint. The canvas is your body and he is the brush

Couldn't give a shit if the paint is edible or not. He plans to fill you up and lick everything that comes out

♡ Felix ♡

He’s sincerely concerned that someone he loves so much feels this way about herself

Immediately wants to know if there’s anything he can do to make sure you know that you’re beautiful all of the time 

Runs you a bubble bath with candles around it and hops in with you to take your mind off of things

Cancels his plans for tomorrow so that he can stay up late tonight cuddling you in bed watching a movie

Doesn't watch it because he’s more interested in folding you up like a pretzel to let you feel how deep his admiration (and, honestly, his dick) can go

♡ I.N ♡

Honestly doesn’t get how you can’t see how gorgeous you are. He finds your chubby body sexy and never thought twice about your stretch marks

He struggles a little bit to express his emotions but overcomes it to be there for you

Gives you a few seconds to sit there and sulk before he’s nibbling on your arm, whining for you to snap out of it

After you ignore him, he chooses violence, tickling you and nibbling on you until you’ve laughed so hard your stomach hurts

Once you’re exhausted and out of breath he seizes the opportunity to lick you all over while fingering your warm, wet slit

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♡ ｌｏｖｅｒ ｂｏｙ♡

Pairing: boyfriend!felix x chubby!fem!reader

Summary: Your new boyfriend comforts you during a depressive episode.

Genre: fluff/angst-ish

Word Count: 849

Warnings: mention of depression/some dark thoughts & feelings

A/N: Just wanted to write something for anyone out there who might struggle with depression and need some comfort ♡

This couldn’t have happened at a worse time...

But it was bound to happen at some point, you think, burying your face in your hands, a puddle of tears forming in your palms. Things have been going so well with Felix, better than they have with any other guy. From day one he’s been your Prince Charming.

Taking you on dates to botanical gardens blooming with flowers you thought could only exist in fairytales. Packing you lunch for work whenever he stays over with cute little notes tucked in the bag to brighten up your day.

Felix is a dream come true for you. You wanted, with everything inside of you, to be the same for him, but all of that’s over now. You’re sure of it. It’s the first night you’ve spent at his apartment, mere days after the two of you became official, and you’re curled up on his bathroom floor crying your heart out at 2 in the morning.

It’s nothing he did. He’s been a sweetheart, as always, cooking you dinner and making sure that you’re comfortable. Still, depression’s found a way to creep up on you, flooding your mind with thoughts that tear at the thin layer of confidence you’ve been pouring all of your energy into maintaining.

The pain is like a ton of bricks in your stomach. An invisible hand around your throat gripping tighter the more you struggle to twist away. The voice in your head, telling you that you aren’t good enough, mocks you for being silly enough to think you could hide this part of you from Felix forever.

He’ll see you, really see you, and he'll hate what he sees.

“Y/N, what’s going on?” Felix’s voice breaks through deep and scruffy from having just woken up, somehow remaining soothing in all of its power. Lifting your head up, you wipe your tears on the sleeves of your pajama shirt, positive you look a complete wreck. This is it. The end.

“I don’t…” you stutter, unsure of how to explain yourself, “I’m so sorry.” Based on the confusion that paints his face, you half expect him to back away only for him to do the exact opposite. He’s not running away, he’s grabbing handfuls of tissue, kneeling down beside you to tidy up your runny nose. 

“Talk to me. Did something happen? Did I do…” You sniffle, shaking your head, “It’s not you. It’s me. I’m just…fucked up I guess. Too depressed to keep my shit together.” Your head falls again, this time resting on your knees, and you close your eyes, wishing you could start this night over again.

For a brief moment, Felix shuffles around in a direction you can't pinpoint before two arms wrap around your body, hands clasped together where they meet your soft belly. He pulls you against his chest, strands of long hair brushing your cheek as his chin rests on your shoulder.

“You shouldn’t say that.”

There’s a sense of safety and connectedness within his arms that you haven’t felt in, well, ever. You're almost ashamed at how intensely his warmth shields you from the cold darkness closing in.

“You’re not fucked up. You’re just hurting and that’s okay. Well, it’s not okay but it’s…fuck I’m so bad at this.” Rolling your eyes, you reach a hand up to stroke his cheek, “Shut up. You’re not bad at this.” “Are we gonna sit here all night complimenting each other?” he teases, “Because we can. My butt will probably go numb though. I don’t have as much cushion as you. Don’t know what you see in me.”

The faintest giggle on your part has him kissing your neck, bear hugging you. “There’s my girl and that beautiful smile of hers.” “Don’t get used to it” you sigh, “It won’t last.” Felix just shrugs, “Doesn’t have to. I’ll still be here. I don’t care about you under the condition that you’re happy 24/7. You know that, right?” 

“I, well, I didn’t know…”

“Well, now you do.” 

His palm meets the back of your hand, fingers twining around yours to bring your arm down to your waist. “Let me be here for you. Give me a chance.” Hearing someone say that, hearing him say that, is more terrifying than you expect it to be. Trust is hard, trust is risky…

Felix leans forward to get a good look at you, a glimmer in his still sleepy eyes

…but if there’s anyone worth taking a risk on it’s the freckle faced boy staring back at you. 

“Uh…yeah…okay.” 

He smiles, “Yeah?”

 It’s impossible not to smile back, “Yeah.”  

“Good.”

Felix loosens his hold on you enough that he has room to lean his head on your back. “Want me to sing to you?” he yawns. You settle comfortably into the arms of your Felix, your safety blanket, letting your eyes fall closed from exhaustion. “Sing what?”

A stretch of silence lingers as he scans his brain for the perfect song to fit the moment.

“Oh! Got it! Fake eyes open…” 

“Felix!” you yell, slapping him on the knee.

“What? Bad timing?”

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��︎ Pairing: boyfriend!jisung x chubby!fem!reader

♥︎ A/N: If you're a chubby/thick/plus sized babe feeling not so great about yourself and you happen to love our sweet Hannie, I hope you find some comfort in this.

boyfriend!jisung who fell for you the moment he saw you but took forever to work up the nerve to ask you out on a date because he was afraid you'd say no.

boyfriend!jisung who's an introvert that doesn't like to go out a lot but went out every weekend for a whole month just for the chance to hang out with you.

boyfriend!jisung who spontaneously confessed his feelings for you one night and turned the cutest shade of red when he found out you felt the same.

boyfriend!jisung who's hangs on every word you say so when it was time to plan your first date he knew how to make it perfect for you.

boyfriend!jisung whose friends adored you before they even met you because this man couldn't stop running his mouth to them about how amazing you were. They've literally never seen him so head over heels.

boyfriend!jisung who had you stay over his place so he could make you breakfast the next morning accompanied by flowers and a little card he handmade asking you to be his girlfriend.

boyfriend!jisung who doesn't get it at first when you say people won't believe that someone like him wants someone like you.

boyfriend!jisung who took the time to understand your feelings, reassuring you as much as you needed that it didn't matter what anyone else thought. You're the most beautiful woman in the world to him. How could he not want you?

boyfriend!jisung who praises your body every chance he gets. When you take him shopping with you he can't resist telling you how nicely that sundress suits your figure or how cute those pants make your butt look.

boyfriend!jisung who always has to sneak in a few extra minutes with you in bed in the morning so that he can cuddle and squeeze your soft body. You're the reason he's late all the time but it's worth it.

boyfriend!jisung who never makes you feel like you need to be ashamed of your squishy belly, rolls, or chin. If he catches you sulking he'll kiss every part of you until it feels loved.

boyfriend!jisung who's known for being funny but will turn into an absolute demon if anyone ever fucks with you or makes you feel bad.

boyfriend!jisung who checks in with you throughout the day to make sure that you've eaten. On your bad body image days especially he'll either cook or buy you your favorite foods to avoid you skipping meals.

boyfriend!jisung whose camera roll is filled with pictures of you two together along with a bunch of secret ones he's taken when you weren't looking. Some are from angles you'd feel make you look bigger but he's smitten with every picture of you. You'll have to fight him to delete them.

boyfriend!jisung who always lets everyone know that the two of you are together. There's never a question of how proud he is to tell the world you're his.

boyfriend!jisung who'll stop everything to be with you when things get really bad. You can cry in his arms for hours if you want. He'll always be there to comfort you.

boyfriend!jisung who lets himself be vulnerable, opening up to you about his own insecurities because he knows you'll be there to comfort him too. Of course you are.

boyfriend!jisung who may drool over how pretty you are but never takes for granted how kind, funny, creative, and intelligent you are on top of that.

boyfriend!jisung who loves you because, well, you're you.

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♡ Coming at you babes with another anon ask. I can't say enough how much I appreciate that you guys trust me to tell emotional stories for, ya'll. Enjoy! ♡

♡Pairing: idol!bang chan! x curvy!fem!reader

♡Summary: You're faced with a tough decision when a slip-up by your best friend complicates your friends-with-benefits relationship

♡Genre: angst/smut/fluff

♡Word Count: 1.5kish

Warnings: unprotected sex, strong language, & that's basically it babes

Beneath the lush flesh of your belly that Chan sculpts to fill the palms of his intricately veined hands, your stomach muscles contract at the forward motion of your hips. Synestia. It’s the molten ring that forms when two planets collide. The human mind can’t begin to fathom heat of that magnitude but the warmth emanating through your body from having his cock this deep inside of you must come close.

You’ve been on top of him for an eternity it seems, making slow, deliberate circles with your hips as he pulses within your silken walls. An eternity, he thinks, staring up at your divinely curved figure, will never be enough. Your head’s thrown back, parted lips infusing the air with moans so angelic it’s sinful. Chan runs his hands up your chest, rounding your breasts, thumbs grazing the rigid peaks of your nipples before meeting at the base of your throat.

With his other fingers laced around the back of your neck, he tilts your head forward. Chan breathes in as if he’s seeing you for the first time, mesmerized by your beauty. So mesmerized, in fact, that the sight of you coming undone as he thrusts into you makes him say the absolute dumbest shit you’ve ever heard your best friend say.

“Fuck, y/n” he whispers, “I love you…”

And everything stops. 

Only it doesn’t. You’re still in the throes of ecstasy, coming hard around him, drenching the hotel sheets in your juices. He didn’t say that. He couldn’t have. You roll off of him, quivering limbs retreating to the corner of the bed. The color drains from his face, the gravity of his words stealing the earth from beneath him. “I…I didn’t mean that” he stutters, this sudden feeling of vulnerability making him pull the sheets over his naked body. “I was just…I…” “Caught up in the moment” you add, eager to rush this conversation along. 

“Yeah, that! I didn’t mean…I wouldn’t say. I mean, I do love you but not like that. Like I love Felix or Han…” “Do you fuck Felix and Han?” You could kick yourself for how bitter that came out. You aren’t angry that he’s taking back what he said. Chan’s your best friend, of course, you love each other but romantically? This wasn’t romantic. This was just sex.

Mindblowing, earth-shattering, soul-bending sex but just sex nonetheless. Summoning what little strength you have in your body, you stumble to your feet and throw your clothes back on. Your sweatpants are probably backward. You’re only wearing one sock but you slip your sneakers on anyway. 

“I should go…” 

“Should we talk?” he asks, getting up to help you gather your things. 

“No. I’m good. It’s cool” you lie, grabbing your keys from the nightstand. 

Chan knows you’re lying but there’s no time to question you about it. You’re out of the door, yelling back at him that you’ll see him tomorrow, faster than he can process your absence.

“You fucking idiot!” you scream, wringing your hands around the steering wheel. With the windows up and the radio blasting, the other drivers can’t hear you but they can see you and you’re kind of losing your shit. Thankfully, the light turns green and you turn onto a street where you can curse the gods in peace. How could he do this? The two of you agreed from the start that things would never get to this point.

You promised each other that you’d never let your sexual feelings make you say something as silly as “I love you.” Chan should’ve never come back to visit. Your friendship should’ve been limited to FaceTime while he was in the studio or quick texts between TV appearances. The moment he started taking time out of his schedule exclusively to visit you was the moment things went too far. 

“You fucking idiot!” you scream, unsure if this time it’s meant for you or Chan. A humming in your lap draws your attention down to your phone. A quick glance at it reveals a picture of the two of you at Disneyland last year, the contact name Channie hanging above it, sprinkled with heart and sparkle emojis that make you feel nauseous now. You ignore it, silently praying for the vibrations to stop.

To the left of you, there’s a convenience store glowing softly against the night. The neon sign in the window says “Open 24 Hours” and your eyes are drawn to the fully stocked freezer of ice cream in the back. It’s probably against your better judgment to stuff your face with ice cream at 2am. At the last minute, you whip into the parking lot, tires screeching. You clearly haven’t been using your better judgment up to this point. Why start now?

The elevator dings letting you off on your floor. “You still didn’t answer my question,” your friend says, her voice dancing sleepily from the phone pinched between your shoulder and ear. You dig a plastic spoon into the half-eaten pint of ice cream in your hand. A plastic bag overflowing with an assortment of other snacks dangles on your wrist, catching on your keys. “What question?” you ask through a mouthful of ice cream.

“If he meant it…” she repeats with emphasis on every word, “How would you have felt?” You laugh, chalking her insane question up to the fact that you woke her up to have this conversation, to begin with. “Well, he didn’t.” “But if he did…” “If he did then…well…” You hadn’t for a second considered the possibility that Chan could actually feel that way about you. But now that you have there’s this tingle in your chest and a warmth in your cheeks. 

“Well?”

“Well…” 

Turning the corner to your apartment you notice someone lingering by your door. The closer you get the clearer it becomes that it’s him. “I’m gonna have to call you back” you whisper, hanging up without even caring to say goodbye. It’s a pattern at this point. “Need some help?” he offers, plucking the keys from your hand. Chan pushes the door open, moving out of the way to let you through first. “It took you long enough to get here” he teases, scanning the bag around your wrist, “And I see why.”

“Look, ugh, what are you even doing here?” you huff, flopping down on the couch. You toss the snacks onto your coffee table, throwing your feet up beside them to unlace your sneakers. Chan follows behind you, immediately going to work unlacing your shoes. “You didn’t answer my calls.” “I was driving and I can do this myself,” you say but he already has you barefoot. Nearly barefoot aside from that one sock. Sitting down beside you on the couch, he places his hand on your knee, nervously picking at the material of your pants.

You’d brush his hand away but something tells you not to. Chan’s shoulders drop, a tinge of guilt seeping from his very being. “I fucked up didn’t I?” he asks and you can tell by the timbre of his voice that he’s tearing up a bit. There are words you want to say, words that need to be said but when you open your mouth only a faint croak comes out. The disconnect between your brain and your mouth is monumental, leaving you with little more to do than stare at the face of the best friend you might just lo… 

Chan nods his head, your silence confirming his suspicions, “Yeah, I fucked up…” He’s looking at you now with glossy brown eyes that make you come undone in a much different way than before. “But you’re my best friend so I shouldn’t lie to you, yeah?” You nod in agreement, subconsciously moving closer to him. He is the first person you go to when you need comfort after all. It’s muscle memory to go to him.

Nothing about tonight has changed that. “I do love you, y/n. Not like I love Felix or Han or Changbin. I love you like…like any man would a woman he stops the world to come see and I’m sorry if that means you hate me.” “I love you too…” you blurt out. There they are. The words you couldn’t get out. Your brain and your mouth are in sync again. Network connection strong. “You don’t have to say that…” You place your hand on his, stroking the soft skin, “I know but it’s true. I do. I…love you too.”

A silence louder than you’ve ever experienced lingers in the aftermath of your profession. Chan smiles, his cheeks going as rosy as you’ve ever seen them. You can’t stop yourself from kissing him and he doesn’t stop you either, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you on top of him. Having his lips against yours, nothing held back, gives you more of a rush than any orgasm ever has.

“So” he pants, only willing to break from the kiss for a millisecond before his tongue’s lapping at yours again, “does this mean you still wanna see me?” “Duh,” you giggle, sliding your hands under his black hoodie to caress his defined stomach. Chan grabs you by the wrists firmly enough to get your attention, “Only me?” You slip free of his grip, bringing your hands up to cradle his face, “Only you.” 

Synestia, the molten ring that forms when two planets collide, only lives for a short time before the scattered pieces come together, forming one magnificent, harmonious planet where chaos once existed.

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xx 𝕙𝕠𝕥 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝 𝕞𝕚𝕩𝕥𝕒𝕡𝕖: 𝕓𝕒𝕟𝕘 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟 xx

xx Because it's hot girl summer 24/7 I decided to write a bunch of one shots inspired by some favs on my personal playlist. I hope ya'll enjoy reading! xx

Pairing: boyfriend!bang chan x chubby!fem! reader

Summary: You and your boyfriend have a spicy moment in your hotel room. Good thing for your knees, the carpet's soft.

Genre: smut

Word Count: 656

Warnings: daddy chan, oral sex (m receiving), rough face fucking, swallowing, messy orgasm, breathing gets a little dodgy for a minute there sis, pet names (baby, good girl), hair pulling, masturbation (reader), & that's it but lmk if anything's missing

"I don't wanna spit. I wanna gulp. I wanna gag. I wanna choke. I want you to touch that lil dangly thing that swing at the back of my throat" - Cardi B "WAP"

Your thighs, as sweet and fluffy as freshly made marshmallows, close around your hand. Trembling fingers roll over your swollen clit, juices dripping down your thighs, pooling at your knees. If only you could see yourself right now. See how gorgeous you are naked in the middle of this hotel room. Your plump figure partially silhouetted against the open windows. Mindlessly stroking your pussy in pursuit of pleasure too desperate to keep a consistent rhythm.

You can't see it but Chan can and it has his head spinning to the point that he should probably be concerned for himself. He hasn't broken eye contact with you since you kneeled down in front of him, parting your soft lips to welcome his thick, rigid cock into your mouth. Your eyes shimmer in the light of the moon, watering each time the handsome man presses against the back of your throat.

You gag, throat muscles constricting as he sinks deeper still. "Ssh" he coos, fingers woven through your hair to guide your movements like his own personal toy, and what a good toy you are. "You're taking it so well, baby---aah" You bring your free hand up, fingers tracing the muscles of his defined stomach. A silent appreciation of his praise and explicit permission to use you however he wishes. With the faintest roll of your tongue against his shaft, his soul's yours.

"Oh fuck" he groans, his head falling back, eyelids cloaking his vision. The tension against your scalp intensifies as he tilts your head back and forth, the mixture of your spit and streams of his precum making it effortless and sinfully satisfying for him to fuck that pretty mouth of yours. The symphony of muffled moans and squeals you're making around his throbbing cock only makes him move faster. Rougher. Drool leaks from the corners of your mouth, soaking your chin more and more with each thrust of his hips.

The ridges on the roof of your mouth remind him of your pussy. Of course, it'll never be as good. Not even close. But fuck if this isn't a close second. Suddenly restricted of so much air, your body weakens, legs parting to expose your drenched core to the slightly cool air in the room. "Don't stop" he whispers, shoving your other hand down between your legs, "I want you to cum while you choke on this cock. Can you do that for daddy?" Chan slows his pace enough for you to nod your head, two of your fingers curling into your warm slit while the others circle your clit.

Everything happens so fast. It's all hazy and delightful. Tears cloud your eyes, his cock pulsing in your throat like a heartbeat. It's so slippery between your legs. Your wrists are cramping but you want more. You need it. More of Chan. Of yourself. Of everything. The tone of your moans changes. Even with his cock inhibiting the movement of your jaw, he knows that. "Aww, is my good girl gonna cum for me?" he asks, darkened eyes drawn back to yours, eager to drain the light from them.

A whirlwind of pleasure sweeps through you, walls clamping down around your fingers so tightly that you can barely wiggle them. You know your body better than anyone. You hit every single sweet spot to keep yourself strung up in this cloud of euphoria. "Fuck, baby, that's it. So fucking beautiful..." Chan thrusts into you one last time, bringing your pursed lips to his base, flooding your throat, coating your insides all the way down to your plush belly that's still in knots.

He pulls out, his tip spurting cum hot and white down your lush breasts. You could collapse right here and now but he doesn't let you. Chan takes you into his arms, kissing your raw lips, massaging the tension from your smooth, heated skin, whispering praises that have you clenching all over again.

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what do you think virgin!skz's reactions would be to reader making them cum in their pants 👀

HOO lawd. I have thoughts.

I think Virgin!Felix and Virgin!Jeongin would be SOOOO embarrassed !! They'd be so pink in the cheeks in ears, blush spreading down their necks. How are they supposed to tell you that you just made them cum in their pants? You were just making out and he got a little too excited rutting against the bed - it's basically his own fault but still! How'd he supposed to tell you? What if you tease him for it? (Virgin!Felix would love being teased for it, I MAKE THE RULES.)

Virgin!Hyunjin, Virgin!Changbin, and Virgin!Chan would be kind of,, cocky about it? Definitely a bit shy but kind of (wildly) turned on by the fact that you just made them nut in their shorts. They're the ones who are highkey into it, too. Like, mouth around their cocks while they're sitting in sweats all the time please. They're addicted to it.

Virgin!Minho, Virgin!Jisung, and Virgin!Seungmin are definitely the most shy about it. Not embarrassed but surprised that it happened. They didn't feel it until it happened and then their boxers were sticky and they were sitting in a mess, and you're in his lap so -- what do they do now?? Should he tell you that you made him come, or should he play it off? (Virgin!Minho plays it off, the other two tell you.)

Also Virgin!Jisung gets Lowkey so into you making him come in his pants that he asks to grind on you alllll the time. Makeouts with grinding, humping you while spooning, rutting against you in early morning hours waking up together - horndog I say !!!

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synopsis: doing the "suspect is.." trend with minho, changbin & hyunjin

tags: fluff, established relationship, banter between reader and the members, one suggestive comment in changbin's, one kms/kys joke in hyunjin's, use of nicknames, etc

add. notes: sorry for no updates for two straight days i am very very busy 🥲 as compensation, plz accept this humble offering by me based off of ur requests even tho i am not confident if i captured the member's personalities well n bcs it's short as hell awks.. either way i hope u guys enjoy lolz i am very sorry once again :(

chan's part

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⥽ … LEE MINHO: 

⥽ … SEO CHANGBIN: 

⥽ … HWANG HYUNJIN: 

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comments and reblogs are always appreciated! <3