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[jotx]

boobs are literally the most transgender thing in the world ok?

[pummelos]

yes the transit app is a worldwide thing and if you get the subscription you can pick your own emoji name combo!

my local transit app has an unintelligible system where you pick an emoji instead of uploading a profile pic. and then it generates you a random flavor text name based on the emoji ??? anyway my name is scent of boog now

[gay-dorito-dust]

I have been binging your work!

I don't know if this breaks your trauma rule or not, but (with the guys of your choosing as long as Ratio is there) how would the guys react to losing reader (they haven't confessed feelings yet) during a mission and thinking they died. Then, the reader reappears a week later bandaged up, but alive. Maybe spouts their confession first? ˘͈ᵕ˘͈

I adore your writing. Thank you!

This is way too fucking long, so be warned. It’s like I rammed 4 mini stories in one but got lost at some point cuz I left this ask to collect dust. Also thanks for enjoying my writing it’s much appreciated. :) 🦦🐿️

Sunday:

The moment he got news that you’ve been assumed dead in the aftermath of a dangerous mission, he looses composure really quickly.

Loosing Robin was one thing but loosing you on top of that was the straw that broke the camels back.

He originally doesn’t believe that you were gone, he refuses to as he practically tears his office to shreds in a fit of anger and grief before forcing himself to regain composure and clean up after his outburst. He needed to in order to keep up the illusion that he was the levelheaded leader The Family needed in these moments of chaos and mistrust.

Even if he himself was breaking down internally alongside everyone else, hellbent on finding the culprit for your death and punishing them so severely that they’d beg for death. He’d avenge you in anyway he could, even if it meant sending out the bloodhound family on a wild goose chase that only ends in dead ends, he would get you justice no matter how it may come.

His heart had died alongside you that day.

So when a week passes and he finally has you back in his arms, all the while being carful with your wounds as his eyes searched you over in a way you weren’t use to.

‘You’re alive.’ He breathes out in relief as he then begins to laugh and rest his head against yours, breathing you in deeply as he relishes in this long awaited moment. ‘Of course you’re alive.’ He mutters.

‘Sunday,’ you began but Sunday was quite to cut you off.

‘Do you know how I felt thinking you were dead? Driving myself insane to prove that you were still alive anyway I could as not to bear the idea of walking through this life without the one person I love so dearly.’ Sunday takes a brief pauses in his monologue, feeling out of breath after having put everything out into the open before continuing. ‘I thought my heart had stopped beating that day and now I have you bad in my arms.’ Sunday then chuckles darkly as he gripped you tighter. ‘I’ll ensure that I’d never have to revisit that part of my life ever again.’

‘Sunday-‘

‘Shhh.’ Sunday cuts you off once more, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he holds you close to his chest, rubbing your back soothingly. ‘Just know that what I do after this, I do out of my love for you.’ He says against your forehead before pressing another kiss there for good measure.

Jing yuan:

Loss wasn’t new to Jing Yuan.

He has experienced it in multiple forms throughout his life, but that didn’t made the news of your death any less painful for the General.

While his mind might’ve made peace with the fact that you were gone, his heart however did not as he would find himself in the places that you often vacated to in moments of stress, or to just be left alone for a while with your thoughts. So to no longer see you in any of those hidden spots -waiting for him to find you like you usually did- only worsened the grief he felt in his heart as he sat himself down and allowed the memories to pass over him in waves.

You were both so happy together and felt a sense of fulfilment that could only be achieved when you were within the other’s presence; A feeling that was uniquely yours and yours alone that could never be replicated, ever. For no one could ever come close to replacing you, nor the companionship you and he had for each other that many assumed would blossom into something more; Jing Yuan also shared the same sentiments as they did, but just as he built the courage to push that boundary between the two of you, you were taken from him before he could utter a single word.

So when a week passes and Jing Yuan found your battered and beaten form in one of your secret spots, back resting against a tree with your eyes closed.

‘Y/n?’ He called out and your eyes opened upon hearing his voice and looking at him with a weak smile. ‘Hey General, miss me?’ You said as you struggled to get up to your feet, only to stumble forward and into Jing Yuan’s chest as his strong yet gentle hands hold you in place.

‘More than you could ever hope to know.’ Jing yuan said as he focused on how you felt beneath his hands, warm and alive.

‘I’m sorry I kept you waiting.’ You muttered against his chest as his warmth made you realised just how tired you were from everything you’ve experienced this last week alone. ‘I never meant to keep you waiting in fear that you’d forget about me if I don’t stay in your life long enough.’ You admit and Jing Yuan instinctively presses a soft kiss to the top of your head, holding you protectively.

‘I could never forget about you my beloved.’ Jing Yuan reassured you as he looked you deep into your eyes. ‘You’ve managed to carve your place within my heart and soul, so much that there isn’t a day where you aren’t all I think about, regardless of whether or not your by my side or far away.’ He finished by pressing a gentle kiss to the gauze on your cheek, chuckling upon seeing your cute attempts of burrowing your face into his chest.

‘How long have you’ve been waiting to say this.’ You asked, thankful that he was the one to admit his feelings first, as you would’ve had a hard time articulating your words as fluidly as he could.

‘For a very long time.’ Jing Yuan replied with a small smile as he then proceeded to lift you into his arms, cuasing you to squeal in surprise, as he made sure to be carful of your wounds and began walking to the nearest medics to make sure your wounds weren’t going to be trouble later on.

Aventurine:

He didn’t know what to think when you were pronounced dead, all Aventurine could feel in that moment was an overwhelming numbness that encased him entirely.

The only light left in his life had been snuffed out, plummeting him into utter and total darkness he had once been well acquainted with until you came along, giving him a reason to keep looking forward despite everything.

You were no longer here to hold onto his left hand before he could even think of hiding it behind his back out of habit, you were no longer here to be his reason, his comfort, his safe place. You were taken away from him unfairly and once again Aventurine found himself asking the same question he has been asking himself for a long time; why everyone was born into this life just to die.

So when a week passes and Aventurine finds himself sat on a bench somewhere, still not dealing well then than he was the week of your assumed passing, lost in his own thoughts when someone took a seat next to him. Aventurine was just about ready to tell them to go away, when he saw just who was sitting next to him; you.

‘I know, I look like shit but you don’t have to look at me like that.’ You spoke upon feeling his eyes gaze upon the gauze on your cheek, then towards the array of bandages that littered the rest of your body.

‘I thought you died.’ He hissed, emotion was heavy in his voice as his eyes became bleary with unshed tears as he felt his breathing become heavy with the reality that you were alive. He didn’t know what was real and what wasn’t in that moment as his mind raced. And it wasn’t until you reached out to grasp his left hand and intertwine your fingers together, squeezing, did everything finally became clear to him.

‘I thought I was too at one point but there was something that kept me from journeying over to the afterlife.’ You admit, looking over at him and smiling sweetly, wanting nothing then to calm his thoughts and reassure him that this wasn’t a dream.

‘And what was that?’ He laughs humourlessly as he stares back at you, wanting to hear what excuses you could come up with for faking being dead for a week. ‘Willpower? Determination?’

‘You Kakavasha.’ You replied straightforwardly and his breath hitched in his throat. You rarely used his actual name unless it was absolutely serious. ‘You were all I thought about as I pushed through my injuries.’ You told him as you continued. ‘Kakavasha is waiting for me was just about all I could think about for a week straight.’ You finished as though you didn’t just confess that he was your soul motivator in staying alive.

‘Really?’ Aventurine said softly, finding it impossible that he could possibly be your reason for anything. ‘Why?’

‘Yes really.’ You chuckled, pressing a kiss to his cheek as you rested your head against his shoulder. ‘As for why, it’s because I like you more then did let myself admit, but i just wanted you to know incase anything truly bad were to ever happen to me-‘

‘No.’ Aventurine cut you off suddenly, squeezing your hand as though he were afraid. ‘Nothing is going to happen to you, not now. not ever. I just got you back.’ He adds resting his head against your own in a desperate attempt of feeling more of your against him. ‘Just stay with me…please.’ He begs you in a whisper as he nuzzled further into you. ‘and don’t go anywhere I can’t follow. I don’t think I can bear the thought of loosing you again.’

You smiled softly as you just whispered back against the skin of his neck. ‘As long as you don’t go anywhere I can’t follow. I like my crush to be alive and close by even if he can be a pain in my ass sometimes.’

Aventurine chuckles, his heart becoming whole again as he made you cuddle into his side, kissing your head once more as you took this moment to familiarise yourselves with each other. ‘At least I’m a pleasurable pain in the ass.’ He teased and you pinch his side, causing him to flinch, but his smile remained and this time his smile was genuine.

His light has came home.

Ratio:

Fully believed that he’d see you when the mission ended, knowing just how talented and dedicated to the craft you were, and having faith that this would be a measly walk in a park for you.

Only to receive word that you were one of the many who were assumed dead when you weren’t found amongst the living nor the dead.

Veritas tries to remain as levelheaded and logical as possible during this time and continue life as normal. However found himself retracting from everyone else and going none contact, more so specifically with the people you were once associated with, and instead focused heavily on his studies and academics to an unhealthy extent.

A week passes and Veritas feels as though he’s seen a ghost the moment he saw you in his peripheral vision, bandaged and dressed in ripped clothing but still somehow finding it in you to smile.

‘You idiotic Buffon!’ He exclaims as he walks towards you.

‘Well that’s a nice way to greet someone you care about.’ You replied as you readied yourself for a massive rant about how stupid you were and so on, but instead you were held against his chest as he burrows his head into your neck.

‘I thought you died.’ He says in a whisper as he breathed you in. This went against all logic but in that rare moment Veritas didn’t care, you were alive but he still couldn’t let go of the fact that you didn’t tell anyone you were still alive. ‘Why didn’t you tell anyone that you were alive, send a signal, anything.’

You shrugged as you made yourself comfortable in his strong arms. ‘All communications were badly damaged or completely cut off.’ You told him. ‘I was on my own for a long while before finding my way back to you.’

‘Me?’ Veritas asked, pulling away from you. ‘Why not a medial facility for a proper treatment of your wounds? Have you hit your head so hard that common sense had been left on the back burner when making that decision?’

‘I wanted to see you first you dickhead!’ You exclaimed, shutting Veritas up rather quickly with your confession but you didn’t care. ‘is it so wrong of me to let the man I love know that I’m okay? So go ahead and call me an idiot all you like but that won’t change the fact that I felt more fear about not telling you how I truly feel then dying on some stupid mission.’ You finished your rant.

‘You’re insufferable.’ Veritas said after a moment of silence and you couldn’t help but feel a little annoyed at this that you didn’t notice that Veritas has began to close in the distance between the two of you.

You scoffed. ‘Oh sure call me insufferable as if you-‘ Veritas cuts you off by cupping your cheeks and planting a sweet short lived kiss against your lips before pulling away with a smirk.

‘Glad to know that the feelings are reciprocated.’ He says, taking enjoyment of rendering you speechless as he gently guided you to medical, and remaining by your side for the remainder of the day.

[leeeedith]

STRAY KIDS reaction when their S/O spends more time with another member

Bang Chan 🐺

Chan would try to play it cool, but you'd catch him sneaking glances whenever you laughed a little too hard at the other member's jokes. He'd subtly start joining the conversation, placing a hand on your back or leaning in closer to make his presence known. Later, he'd jokingly pout, "What, am I not your favourite anymore?" but his eyes would soften when you reassured him.

Lee Know 🐰

Minho would definetely be salty—silently watching from the sidelines, arms crossed. He wouldn't say much, but his sharp glances and sarcastic comments would speak volumes. "Having fun without me?" he'd casually drop when you finally paid attention to him again. He'd act unbothered, but the way he pulled you close later told a different story.

Changbin 🐷

Binnie would get a bit sulky but in a cute way. He'd dramatically flop onto the couch and sigh loudly until you asked what was wrong. "Nothing," he'd mumble, only to eventually admit, "You're always hanging out with *member's name*... what about me?" He'd feel much better once you cuddled up next to him and reassured him that no one could replace him.

Hyunjin 😺

Hyunjin's pout would be legendary. He'd dramatically sigh every time you laughed with the other member and occasionally throw in a sassy comment like, "Don't mind me, I'll just be over here... alone." Eventually, he'd tug at your sleeve, eyes wide and pleading. "Pay attention to me," he'd whine, resting his head on your shoulder until you caved.

Han 🐿️

Jisung would overdramatize everything for laughs, turn everything into a comedy skit. "Wow, replaced already? That was fast," he'd joke, clutching his chest in fake pain. He'd make up ridiculous scenarios about you and the other member starting a podcast or running away togeter, all while sneaking glances to see if you were paying attention. The moment you hugged him, he'd break into his usual goofy grin.

Felix 🐥

Felix wouldn't get jealous exactly—more like quiet clingy. He'd inch closer to you, slipping his arm around your waist or holding your hand under the table and reaching his head on you. He'd nuzzle into your shoulder and softly whisper, "I missed you," and that would be enough to make your heart melt.

Seungmin 🐶

Seungmin would go into full-on teasing mode. "Oh, so you've upgraded to a new favourite member?" he'd quip, his signature smirk never leaving his face. He'd act unfazed, but when you reached for his hand or leaned on him later, you'd feel him squeeze back just a little tighter, silently letting you know he was just a little needo for your attention.

I.N 🦊

Jeongin would try to act cool, but his subtle sulking would be hard to miss. He'd sit a little further away, pretending not to care while sneaking glances your way. When you asked what was wrong, he'd quietly admit, "I just felt a bit left out." You'd have to promise to make it up to him with extra attention and that would have him smiling shyly again.

[dear-aubade]

first of all I love your writing style 💔

second: can you make a drabble where Joel comforts reader during her cold or any kind of sickness, maybe even usual stomachache aand then they have soft cute gentle xex, and he whispers praises to her, soothing all of her aches, lyyy

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Awwe thank you for the kind words anon, I’m glad you like my work! Here you go!

Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader

Summary: You try to hide your sickness from Joel because you don’t want to stress him out. It doesn’t work.

Notes: Sick fic, praise kink, soft!dom!joel, sub!reader, sick!reader, reader is in her head a lot, unprotected p in v, reader is very much Joel’s baby, READER IS NOT PREGNANT SHE’S JUST NAUSEOUS

It was normal for you to be reserved. A little quieter than most, a little more soft. Joel knew you better than anybody, and he could tell when you’d slipped into your daydreams, just needing a few moments to drift off within your own head.

But this…this was different.

The day had started off as usual. You and Joel woke up together tangled in blankets, his strong arms holding you close. But the moment you blinked your bleary eyes awake you gave him a swift kiss and mumbled, “M’gonna go shower” before leaving him alone in bed.

Things only got stranger from there. That afternoon Joel was scheduled to leave for a short patrol with Tommy—lately there had been more Clicker sightings, so he and his brother had increased the amount of rotations needed per day. Joel didn’t want to leave you alone when he suspected something was wrong, but it was necessary for him to go if they wanted to keep Jackson a safe haven.

Normally when he was about to leave you’d get all teary-eyed and try to get as many kisses from him as you could before he took off. This time, however, you gave him a short smile and kissed his cheek. “I’ll see you when you get back.”

That sent Joel’s suspicion through the roof. He had studied your face, searching for any indication there might be something off. Your eyes were a little droopy, but he also knew that the night before you’d been up late with him reading to you…

“Is everything okay, baby?” he had asked softly.

Something flickered in your eyes and a little v appeared between your brow as it creased in confusion. “Of course. Why wouldn’t it be?”

“I don’t know, I’m just a little worried about you.”

At that, you gave him an innocent smile. “I’m just tired, Joel. I’m okay.” You stood on your tiptoes to press your lips to his in a soft peck. “I’ll be here when you get back.”

Against his better judgement, he’d left. But that didn’t stop him from worrying about you all throughout patrol.

You felt absolutely awful.

In the morning you’d woken with quite possibly the worst stomach ache you’d ever experienced. You thought a shower might make you feel better, that your body was just disagreeing with something you’d eaten the day before.

It got worse. It seemed that anything you did made the nausea flare up. All you wanted to do was be Joel’s princess for the day, to whine until he took you in his arms and hushed your cries with sweet words and sweeter kisses.

But he had patrol that day, and you didn’t want him to worry. You weren’t supposed to make him worry, you were supposed to be his good girl. You didn’t want him distracted—you knew he’d been stressed about the increased Clicker sightings and you didn’t want to add more to the burden he was already carrying.

And so you stayed silent about it. You smiled at him and sent him on his way, and finally, finally when you were alone, you snuggled up back in bed.

You were freezing. Even with the thick blankets piled on top of you, you still were shivering, and your stomach ache stayed constant. Even your mind began to fuzz to the point where you didn’t know how long it had been since Joel left. You stopped caring about the need to pretend everything was fine—you just wanted him.

You weren’t in the living room when Joel got back. Normally you’d be there waiting since it was the closest comfy place to the door, so the moment you heard the door open you could run and embrace him in a flurry of kisses.

But you weren’t there.

“Baby?” he called out, shutting the door behind him.

No response.

He frowned and took his shoes off, then shed his thick snow jacket and gloves. Beneath he was just wearing dark-washed jeans and his signature flannel.

In your room, all Joel saw was a lump beneath the thick gray comforter. “Darlin’?” Joel crossed the room and knelt beside the bed. Were you asleep? Did—

“Joel?” Your voice was strained, small. You rolled over and Joel’s stomach sank. Your eyes were hazy, your cheeks slightly flushed. Had you been crying?

“Sweetheart,” he whispered. “What’s wrong?”

He cupped your cheek and your bottom lip quivered for a moment before you burst into tears.

“Oh, baby.” He promptly stood and got into bed with you, pulling you into his arms. You were so much smaller than him, so easy to pick up and hold against him. “I gotcha. Shh,” he soothed.

You cried quietly into his chest as you clung to him while he smoothed back your hair and pressed gentle kisses to your head. His words were soft murmurs.

“It’s okay darlin’, I’m here now. S’alright….deep breaths sweetheart, can you do that for me? Can you—oh, good girl. That’s it, just keep taking deep breaths for me…”

Eventually your sobs quieted, though a tear still fell down your cheek every now and then. After a few more minutes of holding you, Joel spoke again.

“What’s wrong, honey?” he prompted. “Can you tell me what happened?”

You sniffled. “Just….” Your brow creased. “Jus’ don’t feel good.”

Joel hummed. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Didn’t want you to worry.” Your bottom lip trembled. “I didn’t want—“

“Hey, don’t start again,” he cooed softly, wiping away your tears with his thumb. “You don’t ever have to think that ever again, you hear? I like worrying about you. You’re my baby, ‘s my job to take care of you.”

He saw your reaction to that—lips parting, brows relaxing, eyes going a little doe like.

“You like hearin’ me say that?” he murmured, thumb gently caressing your cheekbone, catching another stray tear. “Like that I take care of you?”

You nodded, eyes big and wide.

Joel kissed your forehead. “You need me to distract you a little bit baby? Make all the bad feelings go away for awhile?”

“Mhmm.” Your little voice was breathless.

Joel chuckled. “Alright honey. You just keep laying there n’ lookin’ pretty—don’t gotta do any of the work.”

Your head had been fuzzy before because of the sickness, but it was nothing compared to now. When Joel talked to you like this, held you like this…it made everything around him grow foggy.

He slid his hand beneath the waistband of your sweatpants and his index finger started to tease your bud over your panties. You squirmed.

“Wigglin’ already baby? I haven’t even done anything yet.” You could hear the smile in Joel’s voice.

His fingers slid past your underwear to dip into your wetness. You whined and tucked your face into the crook of his neck, embarrassed at how slippery you were already.

Joel chuckled and held you tighter. “It’s okay, sweet girl. Nothing wrong with bein’ ready.”

You whimpered as his fingers circled the outside of your entrance. You shook your head at his teasing. “Want your cock,” you whined so sweetly in his ear. “I can take it, promise….just want you to make it all better.”

“Awe baby,” Joel crooned, pressing another kiss to your hair. “Okay. Just give me a sec…”

He shifted to pull down his pants and boxers and toss them to the side. He was already hard against your hip. Laying side-by-side, your chest to his, Joel slid his length past your folds.

Oh….you could have sworn you forgot about your aches and pains right in that moment. He made you feel so full. He was so big, so thick and warm….you could feel him all the way up in your tummy.

Joel let out a sigh that bordered on a groan. “You’re so perfect, sweetheart. So good…”

He started to rock his hips gently and you whimpered, burying your face into his chest.

He chuckled. “So shy, baby. That’s okay, you just sit there…don’t gotta worry about a single thing.”

One of your legs hooked over his hip as his pace sped up and you clung to him the whole way through. You felt so…so…oh, you feel him dragging along your walls so nicely. You were absolute putty in his arms—Joel always made you feel that way, always gave you such big feelings it made you feel too small to hold them all.

“So good, baby,” he cooed. “Such a good girl, taking me so well…just lay there and let me fill you up—oh, you’re so tight around me princess…”

You could feel it then, that big feeling. The one that made you whimper and whine, trying to hide your face more than it already was. “Joel…”

“It’s okay, just let it happen.” His pelvis was rubbing against your bundle of nerves oh so nicely it made you dizzy. “Let me feel you finish on my cock, darlin’, you’re so good for me, so good…”

Every coo and murmur only brought you higher. You let out another high-pitched whine as the feeling started to become too much, too tight too hot too everything, oh you were right there, you…

You cried out as you reached your peak and then fell over the edge. Joel held you the whole way through as you clenched around him and he spilled inside of you, murmuring praises the whole time.

“Good girl, good girl….my pretty baby, you’re doing so well, taking my cock in that pretty pussy of yours….that’s it sweetheart…”

He rocked his hips gently to help bring you down from your high, slowly decreasing his pace until he came to an eventual stop.

He held you in his arms, your body against his. You hummed contentedly and nuzzled at his neck.

Joel smiled. “Feel better, sweet girl?”

“Mmm.”

Joel chuckled. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He kissed your forehead. “Why don’t we get in the bath for a bit to clean up, and then I’ll make you some soup? Nothing that will be too harsh on your stomach.”

You blinked drowsily and nodded. “Mhmm. I’d like that.”

Yes, you’d like that very much indeed.

[enimsiyobeht]

mic check! (1, 2, fuck). jeongsung.

wc : 2.2k 🦊🐿️ !! tw : jeongin & han x amab reader. implied older, soloist reader (thus age gap). bottom/subby han & jeongin. 3some, subtle power play, ONE occurrence of spanking (with minor masochism afterwards), risky setting (they doing allat in the studio.. sounds familiar?), sir/title kink (jeongin), minor brat taming, fingering (both j. & h. receiving), anal (both j. & h. receiving), oral (h. giving, you receiving); blowjob, obvious d/s, against the desk (jeongin), on the couch/sofa (han), unprotected sex (nobody gaf but pls wrap it up guys), lmk if i missed any tags.

The air inside the studio had thickened with something that wasn’t quite heat but felt just as heavy.

You sat at the desk, working through vocal layering with a kind of restraint that could only come from years of practiced professionalism. Jaw tight. Shoulders square. Your fingers moved fluidly across the keyboard, but your posture—rigid, unmoved—betrayed a tension you hadn’t shown earlier in the night.

Behind you, Han hovered.

He wasn’t in the chair anymore. At some point, he’d pushed it aside and crossed the room instead, leaning a hand against the desk right beside you. Not saying anything. Just close enough that the warmth of his body brushed the edge of your arm every time he shifted.

Han smelled faintly of something sharp and clean—body spray maybe, or shampoo—and his sleeve had rolled halfway up one arm, revealing lean forearms, a thin silver bracelet glinting in the light. It dangled every time he adjusted, drawing your eye whether he meant to or not.

Still, you said nothing.

Jeongin was bolder now.

He’d gotten off the couch and was padding quietly across the room, hoodie still loose and swallowing his frame, falling just high enough to show flashes of thigh with each step. He didn’t look at you directly—just at the floor, then at Han, then back toward the console, where he perched lightly on the edge of the desk, one leg crossed over the other.

You could feel them circling now.

You were being boxed in—and they were being deliberate.

Jeongin let one of his feet swing slightly where it hung, brushing gently against your knee. He didn’t pull it back when it made contact. Just let it hang there, brushing again—light, teasing, feather-soft.

Han leaned in a little more, pretending to study the screen.

“You always sit so straight,” he murmured, almost to himself. “So proper.”

His hand—without asking—came to rest on the back of your chair. His fingers brushed the collar of your shirt. Just once. Then again.

Still no reaction.

But inside, you were wound tight.

You didn’t move. Didn’t let your breath hitch. But your eyes flicked briefly to Jeongin’s bare thigh, then to the subtle stretch of Han’s body beside you.

Jeongin shifted again—spreading his knees just slightly where he sat. The hoodie slipped higher on his legs. He didn’t pull it back down. Instead, he let one hand rest between his thighs and dragged it slowly down toward his knee, fingertips pressing into skin with the kind of idle touch that begged to be watched.

Your hand paused on the trackpad. Just a fraction of a second.

You exhaled through your nose. “What are you doing, Jeongin?”

Jeongin looked up at you from under his lashes. His voice was soft. “Getting comfortable.”

Han was watching now, eyes flickering between Jeongin’s performance and your tight-lipped expression. His smirk was dangerous—like he was about to dare him to do something stupid.

“You’re quiet,” Han said to you. “Too quiet. Makes me think we’re getting to you.”

“You’re not,” You said evenly. “You’re just being difficult.”

Jeongin hummed. “You’d tell us if we crossed a line.”

“You’re flirting with it.”

Han moved in then—subtle but deliberate—and let his hand fall on your shoulder. He squeezed lightly, slow and firm, then leaned in close enough for his breath to ghost over your ear.

“That’s half the fun,” he whispered.

Still, you didn’t move. But your grip on the mouse had gone stiff. Jeongin noticed.

He slid off the desk, then slowly lowered himself into your lap—not fully sitting, just straddling one thigh with feather-light contact, knees bracketing your leg. His arms came around your shoulders, loose and playful, but his body heat pressed in, undeniable.

Your voice finally dropped.

“Jeongin,” You warned. “Don’t.”

Jeongin blinked at you, lips parted slightly. “Then stop me.”

A beat passed.

The room buzzed with electricity now—low and crackling beneath the silence. Your professionalism was holding on by threads, and both boys could feel it.

Han leaned against the desk again, cocking his head.

“Still think we’re just being difficult?” he asked.

Jeongin shifted in your lap, not grinding—nothing obscene—but enough to test you. Just enough weight to feel.

Your hands hovered, fingers twitching like you wanted to grab Jeongin’s waist and pin him down, but you didn’t.

Not yet.

Jeongin pressed down more firmly now, his weight no longer tentative. One hand slid along your shoulder, while the other trailed down your chest, stopping just above the waistband of your slacks.

“Jeongin.” Your voice cracked, low and warning. “Off.”

But Jeongin didn’t move.

Instead, Han’s fingers came to rest on your wrist, cool and deliberate. He leaned down, lips brushing close to your ear.

“You’re not going to stop us,” he whispered. “You’ve had too many chances.”

And something in you snapped.

One second, Jeongin was teasing in your lap; the next, your hands clamped down on his waist, hard enough to make the younger boy gasp. You stood swiftly, lifting Jeongin clean off your thigh and placing him on the edge of the mixing desk.

The monitor light spilled across Jeongin’s parted lips, his flushed cheeks. Wide eyes blinked up, breath quickening.

“You wanted a reaction?” You growled, unbuttoning your cuffs and rolling your sleeves higher. “Now you’ve got it.”

You stepped between Jeongin’s legs, crowding him back onto the desk. Jeongin’s hoodie slipped from one shoulder entirely, revealing the curve of his neck and collarbone. You leaned down, kissing just below his ear—rough, possessive.

Jeongin shivered, whimpering softly. “Please…”

Han was behind them now, watching, his own breath catching. “Fuck, you’re hot when you lose control.”

You looked over your shoulder, eyes dark. “You’ll get yours too.”

Han smirked.

Jeongin moaned again as your hand slid under the hoodie, fingers trailing over soft skin, making him arch into the touch.

“You come in here acting like a brat, and you think I’ll just sit there and take it?” he growled against Jeongin’s throat. “And you think you run this room?”

“N-no, sir…”

The title slipped out instinctively, and you froze for just a second—then smiled.

“Keep saying that.”

You yanked the hoodie up and off, leaving Jeongin bare-chested on the desk. The boy was already squirming, thighs squeezing around your waist as you reached down and palmed the bulge in his pants.

“Look at you,” You murmured. “Hard just from teasing me.”

Jeongin whined in reply, hips grinding helplessly as you undid his belt.

Behind them, Han slipped his shirt over his head, watching with ravenous eyes. “Want to help.”

“On your knees then.” You said.

Han obeyed fast, dropping in front of them with a grin and eager fingers. He undid the your pants, tugged them down enough to free you, then licked a long stripe up the length of your cock before sucking you in—warm, wet, sinful.

You groaned, eyes fluttering for a second before you turned your attention back to Jeongin, who was leaning back, chest rising and falling fast.

“Touch yourself,” You ordered.

Jeongin’s hand slid down immediately, slipping beneath his briefs, stroking slowly as he watched Han work. The sight of both of them—one gasping, the other moaning around your cock—was too much.

You slid one hand into Jeongin’s hair and pulled him into a messy kiss, full of teeth and tongue and broken little moans. Jeongin clung to your shoulders, rutting up against you.

Han pulled off, breathing heavy. “Want him to ride you.”

You grabbed Jeongin’s hips and flipped him onto his stomach across the desk.

“Not yet,” You said. “I want to hear him beg.”

You yanked Jeongin’s briefs down, revealing his ass, flush and twitching with anticipation. You ran your hand over the curve, then gave it a sharp slap. Jeongin jolted, moaning, already leaking onto the desk.

“Want it,” he whimpered. “Please, sir…”

Han was panting now, stroking himself as he watched. “He’s dripping.”

“Good.” You reached for a bottle of lube in the drawer—you always kept one in the studio, just in case. You coated your fingers and pressed one in slowly, then two, working Jeongin open with careful, practiced motions.

Jeongin was already babbling. “So good, feels so good, please, I want—”

“You’ll get it when you can say what you want.”

Jeongin gasped, trembling. “Want you inside me. Want to be used.”

That was all it took.

You lined yourself up and pushed in slowly, savoring every inch as Jeongin gasped and arched beneath you. He gripped the desk hard, moaning as you bottomed out with a low groan.

“So tight,” You hissed. “Fuck, you feel perfect.”

You set a steady rhythm—deep and hard, not fast. Every thrust rocked Jeongin forward on the desk, each one pulling a different sound from his lips.

“Louder,” You demanded. “Let Han hear how desperate you are.”

Han was moaning again, practically rutting into his own hand at the sight.

The room was filled with breathy whimpers, skin against skin, the wet sounds of Jeongin’s pleasure and Han’s soft curses. You didn’t let up—one hand around Jeongin’s throat, not choking, just grounding, while the other snaked around to stroke him in time with each thrust.

It didn’t take long.

Jeongin came hard, spilling across the desk with a hoarse cry. His whole body shook, hips still jerking back for more even as he went limp.

You pulled out slowly, panting—and turned to Han.

“Your turn.”

Han crawled up onto the couch this time, hands braced against the back, legs spread. “Been waiting all night.”

The air in the studio felt thicker now—heavy with sweat, sex, and the lingering sound of Jeongin’s whimpers as he lay boneless across the mixing desk, twitching with aftershocks.

You stepped back, dragging a hand down your face, breath still rough.

But Han was already moving.

He was stretched out on the studio couch, knees spread, head tipped back against the cushions. His flushed chest rose and fell rapidly, skin slick, cock hard and leaking against his stomach.

“Been waiting all night,” he repeated, voice low and needy.

Youapproached slowly, eyes dragging over every inch of him. “You’re so smug when you’re clothed,” You muttered. “Look at you now.”

Han rolled his head to the side and gave a half-smile, but it was weak, hazy around the edges. “Not so smug anymore, huh?”

You knelt between his legs, running your palms up Han’s thighs, spreading him open further. Han trembled.

“No,” You said, leaning in to mouth at the inside of his thigh. “You’re not.”

You kissed higher, licking over sensitive skin, biting softly just beside where Han really wanted him. Han’s hips bucked, a hand flying to the back of your head.

“Please—” he gasped. “Please don’t tease—”

“You didn’t ask nicely,” You murmured, kissing over his hip, up to his stomach, dragging your tongue across taut skin. “Beg for it.”

Han’s hand tightened in your hair, but there was no resistance—only desperation.

“Please,” he groaned. “Need you to fuck me. I’ve wanted it for so long—I can’t wait anymore.”

That earned him a soft chuckle.

“You practiced that line?”

Han panted. “Didn’t need to. I’ve felt it every time you touched me.”

You pulled back just enough to coat your fingers again with lube, then slipped one inside—fast, deep. Han cried out, legs twitching.

“Thought so.”

Youl worked him open quickly, not cruel but not gentle either. Han liked it rougher, his body more impatient, twitching with every curl of fingers that brushed his prostate.

When he was loose and slick, you stood, stroking yourself once, then lined up and pushed in with a low grunt. Han’s back arched off the couch as he moaned—loud, needy, unabashed.

“Fuck, yes—”

“Too loud,” You muttered, and clamped a hand over his mouth. “You don’t want to get caught, do you?”

Han whimpered against your palm, eyes rolling back as you started to move—deep, unrelenting thrusts that drove into him without pause. The wet slap of skin filled the room, Jeongin’s soft gasps from the desk barely audible over Han’s muffled moans.

“Look at you,” You growled, free hand gripping Han’s thigh to push his legs back further. “Always talking shit. But you’re just a hole for me now, aren’t you?”

Han nodded frantically, eyes wide, sweat dripping from his temples. His cock bounced against his belly with every thrust, untouched and leaking like he could come from the fucking alone.

You leaned over him, hand still over his mouth. “You gonna come from this? From just getting used?”

Han’s whole body jolted.

That was a yes.

You moved faster, driving in harder, deeper—chasing your own edge now. Han was writhing beneath you, begging with his eyes, incoherent and wrecked.

Then he came—without warning, cock untouched, spilling across his stomach with a choked, broken sound under your hand.

You fucked him through it, groaning low and feral as your own orgasm ripped through you seconds later, spilling deep inside, hips stuttering before finally stilling.

You stayed there a moment, pressed flush to Han’s shaking body, catching your breath. Then slowly, gently, he pulled out, watching the way Han’s hole fluttered and dripped.

The room was silent, save for their breathing.

Jeongin stirred from the desk, voice hoarse. “Told you we could break him.”

You turned to look at them both—Jeongin still spread out on the desk, flushed and dazed, Han blinking up from the couch, sweaty and wrecked.

You ran a hand through your hair and smirked.

“You didn’t break me.”

You reached for your shirt, dragging it over your shoulders.

“I just needed to remind you who’s really in control.”

[0omillo0]

“Not Funny, Han.” ⓘ han jisung 한지성 x reader

angst to comfort | humor | (soft) smut

word count: 2,676 ࿐

0omillo0’s library ⊹ ࣪ ˖ w: panic attack mention, emotional distress, soft smut, mention of crying, anxiety

ᬊ 🐿️⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🩶

You were mid-lunch, halfway through your sandwich, when Han’s text lit up your phone.

Han: “Do you even care about me or are you just pretending?”

You blinked.

Was that meant for you?

You: “Wait, what?”

You: “Han… what do you mean?”

You stared at the screen, sandwich forgotten, your stomach twisting in confusion. A small voice inside you whispered that something was off. It didn’t sound like him, not really. But the message was there. Cold. Direct.

Han: “I’m just tired. I feel like I’m the only one who gives a shit.”

Your heart stopped.

You read the message again. And again.

What the hell was going on?

You: “Han, please don’t do this. Can we talk? Did I miss something?”

You: “Was it the thing I said earlier? I didn’t mean it like that.”

No reply.

You felt the air leave your lungs. Your brain scrambled for clues, what did you do wrong? This morning, he was fine. He laughed. He said he loved you.

Now this?

The silence stretched.

Ten minutes. Then twenty.

You stared at your phone like it held the key to your sanity, willing it to buzz.

Nothing.

Your chest tightened.

You: “Han, please. I don’t know what’s happening. Just talk to me.”

You: “Are you mad at me?”

You: “You said we’re okay this morning. Did something change?”

Still nothing.

And that’s when your mind spun out.

You knew it was irrational, he was probably just busy, or annoyed, or something. But your anxiety didn’t care. The spiral had already started.

You curled up on the couch, arms around your knees, your favorite plushie hugged tight to your chest, the dumb, soft, blue cat he won you at the fair.

Now you couldn’t breathe.

Your phone trembled in your hand.

You: “If you don’t want to talk to me anymore just… say it.”

You: “Please. I need you to just say something.”

You: “Please.”

And after that?

Still silence.

Meanwhile…

Han was passed out, dead asleep with his phone on his stomach, a bag of chips open next to his pillow, and absolutely zero awareness of the emotional catastrophe he’d accidentally triggered.

What started as a joke, a dumb prank he thought might be funny, spiraled without him realizing.

He was going to do the classic “fake fight over text, make her panic a little, then show up with snacks and act like nothing happened” kind of bit. It was supposed to end with laughter.

But he underestimated how real it felt. How triggering silence could be.

He stirred awake almost three hours later, blinking against the light, reaching lazily for his phone, until he saw your name on his screen. Notification after notification.

His stomach dropped.

You: “I’m sorry if I upset you.”

You: “I’m really trying to understand what I did wrong.”

You: “You’re scaring me.”

You: “Please don’t give me the silent treatment. You promised.”

You: “I can’t breathe.”

Han sat up so fast he nearly headbutted the wall.

“… shit. SHIT—fuck—what the hell did I do.”

He fumbled with his phone, typing with shaky fingers.

Han: “BABY I’M SO SORRY”

Han: “I was joking, I swear, I didn’t mean ANY of that I thought it would be funny but it’s NOT I know that now PLEASE answer me”

Han: “I FELL ASLEEP I DIDN’T MEAN TO LEAVE YOU HANGING”

Han: “I love you so much please don’t think I’m mad”

Han: “I’m coming over. Right now. I’m so sorry.”

-

He grabbed his hoodie, keys, and the first bouquet he could find at the nearest flower shop.

By the time he got to your place, the sun was setting.

He rang the bell.

Once.

Twice.

No answer.

“…Y/N?” His voice cracked.

He used the spare key you’d given him.

He stepped in carefully, heart in his throat.

Then he saw you.

Asleep on the couch.

Tear tracks down your face. Plushie clutched in your arms like a lifeline. Shoulders still trembling.

His heart shattered in real time.

“God, what did I do…” he whispered, crouching beside you, brushing a loose strand of hair from your cheek. He wanted to wake you, to explain everything, but something told him not to. Not yet.

So he walked quietly into the kitchen and started cooking.

-

You woke up to the smell of buldak chicken ramen, your favorite.

You blinked, groggy and confused, the tightness in your chest only barely faded.

When you sat up, you spotted him in the kitchen, wearing your ridiculous pink apron with the cartoon bear on it.

Your throat tightened.

“Why… are you in my house?” you asked, voice still raw.

Han turned around, awkwardly holding a wooden spoon and a guilty face. “Uh… cooking. And panicking. Also apologizing.”

You stared. “You’re cooking ramen?”

“I also brought flowers. They’re in the tragic bouquet family, but they’re honest.”

Your eyes dropped to the little bundle on the table, messy, a little sad-looking, but clearly picked with effort. You hated how your heart softened.

You exhaled. “You made me think you hated me.”

Han’s smile vanished. He walked over slowly, setting the spoon down.

“I know. I was a fucking idiot. I thought it’d be funny to prank you, to start a fake fight and then be like ‘gotcha!’ and show up with snacks.”

You stared at him, unblinking. “Han.”

“I know. It’s monumentally stupid. I will never prank again. I have learned the ways of pain and guilt and sorrow.”

“…You fell asleep?”

“For three hours. I was gonna text you after ten minutes. But then chips and sleep and—look, there’s no excuse. I messed up.”

You sat there in silence for a long moment, just watching him.

Then: “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

His eyes widened. “Does that mean I’m not canceled?”

You sighed and opened your arms. “Come here before I change my mind.”

He rushed to you like a puppy, crashing into your hug, holding you so tightly it was like he thought you’d disappear if he let go.

“I love you so much,” he whispered into your neck. “I’m sorry for everything. You didn’t deserve that.”

“I really didn’t,” you muttered, but your fingers threaded through his hair. “You scared me, Han. You know how I get when people stop replying like that.”

He nodded. “I know. And I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you. Every morning. Every night. I’ll even watch that terrible dating show you like.”

“…You already do.”

“Exactly. That’s how much I love you.”

-

Dinner was quiet but warm. You ate curled beside him on the couch, half on his lap, while he offered you bites with dramatic airplane noises and sheepish kisses.

When you were both done, he took your plate and set it aside, then leaned in.

“Still mad?” he asked, his nose brushing yours.

“A little.”

“Wanna kiss anyway?”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re such an idiot.”

He grinned. “But I’m your idiot.”

Your lips met in a slow, deep kiss that tasted like comfort and apologies. His hands found your waist, your fingers slid under his hoodie, and the soft heat between you grew warmer, heavier, more desperate.

“I need you,” he murmured against your mouth.

“I’m right here,” you whispered, tugging him toward the bedroom.

Han kissed you like a man starving, like he was terrified you’d disappear if he didn’t hold you tight enough. Your hands slid under his hoodie, tugging it off in one smooth motion.

“Tell me you’re okay,” he whispered against your lips.

“I am now,” you breathed, fingers trailing down his chest.

He pressed you into the mattress with a care that made your throat close. He took his time with you, like worship, like a love letter written in skin and sighs. Every kiss on your shoulder, every graze of his hand down your sides was an apology spoken fluently in touch.

“Let me take care of you,” he murmured, voice hoarse.

You nodded, breath hitching as his lips trailed down your neck, over your collarbone, lower. He made you feel like the center of the universe. Like you were precious. Soft moans filled the room, and your name left his lips like a prayer.

“I’m yours,” he whispered when he was inside you, forehead pressed against yours. “Always yours.”

You held onto him like gravity, moving together in slow, desperate rhythm… he didn’t rush, didn’t joke, just touched you like you mattered more than anything he’d ever known.

The moment you fell apart, he kissed away the tears still lingering on your lashes. And when he followed right after you, burying his face in your neck, your fingers locked in his hair, you both knew something had shifted.

Deeper. Stronger.

Unbreakable.

-

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[cherrywrecked]

pleasing wonyoung with a toy but she gets too loud so you put her mouth to good use?

can i be 🐿️ anonnie?

of course, you can be 🐿️ anon! thank you. 🥹🌸

ah, wonyoung. sweet baby wonyoung. :(( used to be so innocent. until you happened. now, she's just a very sensitive bunny, always craving for your touch and you've always wondered how she'd act if you use your toys on her.

“it's okay, baby, mommy's done this so many times before, i promise you'll feel good.” reassuring her and sealing the promise with a kiss over her lips, spreading her legs. you turned on the vibrating dildo, teasing it over her inner thighs, preparing her for the toy. “m-mommy... it tickles.” wony says, squirming under your touch, still as cute as ever.

“sshh, keep your legs open for me, doll.” to which she obliged to, hand covering her mouth as whimpers slip out from her tiers. you locked eyes with her as you brought the toy closer to her cunt. wonyoung lets out a loud gasp as the toy finally touched her wet core, legs closing almost immediately. “keep your legs open, wonyoung. this is your last warning from me.” the once sweet tone now turned threatening. wonyoung could only do so much as pushing herself to keep her legs open, hips moving along to the slow vibrations of the toy. you could see her cunt dripping down the cheeks of her ass and shit. you just want to push your face in between her legs and smother your lips with her juices, but teasing wonyoung this was was more fun.

without warning, you increased the intensity of the vibrations, testing out its different modes on wonyoung. all modes were driving her crazy—only moans and begging coming out of her pretty, fuckable lips. god, her plump, pink lips look so inviting... “hold this, baby.”, you said, handing her the toy over. wony pressed the tip harder against her clit, her moans growing louder as you got ever more horny for her. Her moans had always been the prettiest, just like herself, but god. Never have you thought she could sound better than she already does. Finally taking your own clothes off, wonyoung tried to reach out for you—to touch you. “Want… want you… touch… please…” wonyoung’s words were incoherent, tongue out as she pants, the toy still pressed against her clit. God, she’s the most obedient girl ever, how can you not give her what she wants?

“Open up for mommy, princess.” you said as you hovered above her face, head tilting back as you felt her soft tongue press against your slit. You groaned as you lowered your hips, hand grabbing the toy away from the girl’s hold. Wonyoung wraps her lips around your clit, sucking on it. Without warning, you switched the vibrator’s intensity to its highest, making wonyoung arch her back, moaning against your core. The vibrations emitting from her moans against your clit—your moans echoing wonyoung’s was driving the little girl insane, mind clouded with nothing but lust and hunger for you. “Mommy… mommy…!” wonyoung squeals under you as you held her waist down, hips grinding against her face. “Your mouth, princess. Make mommy cum and i’ll give you what you want.” the both of you knew very well what she wanted and wonyoung already knew what to do. With all the power she can muster, she lifts her hand up, presses her thumb against your clit as she slips her tongue along the length of your slit, your juices coating her already wet muscle before it enters your dripping hole, the warmth of your entrance making her moan. As if her tongue was her dick feeling your tightness and wetness around it. like the good girl wonyoung is, she makes you cum with nothing but her tongue and her thumb pressed harshly against your clit whilst your hips move atop her, legs shaking as your juices mess with her beautiful face.

“fuck, baby.” your voice, raspy and breathy, sent shivers down wonyoung’s spine. she found it sexy. sexiest it’s ever been. you unlatched yourself from her only to hover atop her again, this time your bodies pressed against each other. the vibrator, forgotten, vibrates just on the bed. it was a shame, seeing such a pretty useful toy not to get used, right? just like wonyoung herself.

you kissed wonyoung’s lips, making out with the younger girl. her moans against your lips was enough to make you crave her more. without even pulling away, you found the vibrator—not wasting any time, you immediately pressed it on wonyoung’s hard nipples, the tip of the dildo teasing her sensitive bud. “mommy… more… more, please. mommy.” her voice sounds so beautiful begging, calling your name like that. keeping your promise, you worked your way to kiss her down her jaw, neck, and eventually her tits. sucking on one of her nipples whilst the other gets played with the vibrator—which doesn't last long as you trailed the toy down back to her clit, obviously wet now, dripping, even.

a loud gasp escapes wonyoung’s lips, keeping them ajar, you slipped two fingers into her mouth as you positioned yourself in between her legs. with the vibrator in between both your legs, you started riding wonyoung, scissoring the younger girl. it wasn't even to your surprise anymore when you felt wonyoung move on her own and you didn't have to do anything else. you just watched her please both of you, eyes rolling as she tried her very best to keep the eye contact. wonyoung is such a mess. she’d always been, as long as she's with you. the good little girl becomes a slut hungry for orgasm, hungry for you.

this feels so rushed— it is, actually. it's been on my drafts for so long, i just wanted to post it already.

[luvyeni]

p. nerd!jisung x femcheerleader!reader x cheerleader!felix | warnings: threesome, kissing, handjobs, blowjobs, mxm themes | words: 0.7k ~ (725) 🐿️🐥ㆍ₊⊹

request: if you do threesomes any two stray kids members please 🫶🏻 ( i really like your work.)

authors note. thank you my luv❤️ i hope you like it

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

you and your other cheerleader friend felix bringing back nerd jisung under the pretense of “hanging”

of course jisung was skeptical; both of he never even talk to any of you before today— he never really talked to anyone actually; he stayed to his lonesome, reading a book or doing works that won’t be due for another week or two, so when you and felix approached his lunch date asking for him to hang out after school, he was certain you two were playing with him— and he was wrong per say, you both were toying with him, but that was simply because you both wanted him.

you and felix loved nerds like jisung; wide eyes but never knows what’s going on around them type of guys — jocks never really did anything for the boy of you, but jisung did, and you both wanted to get your hands on him.

like usual jisung didn’t know what was happening, both of you sitting on your bed, he sat awkwardly on the end, watching you both talk about cheer and other stuff he really wasn’t interested in; he clutched the sheets, trying not to eye your legs in your shorts— biting his lips nervously as he kept focusing on the way felix’s lips moved, or the way his hand rested comfortably on your thigh.

“come here.” you finally acknowledged him. “come sit up here with us.” felix coaxed him up. “we invited you to hang out with us and you’re sitting so far away.” he slowly made his way to you two, sitting in between the both of you. “comfy?” you smiled, he nodded; cheeks rosy. “you’re so cute, you know that?”

“n-no.” he stuttered feeling your pink stiletto nails scratching his thigh, felix chuckled. “why are you so nervous jisung?” he questioned. “its just us.” It was felixs turn to put his hand on the other one. “just relax.”

he let out a sigh upon feeling your glossed lips touch his neck. “you’ve never had someone kiss you like that have.” Felix whispered, his hand finally coming to his pants, cupping his cock. “touch you down here?” jisung shook his head, you sucked little marks in his neck. “no-no.”

you smiled against his skin, of course he was a virgin. “you like the way felix is touching you?” you purred in his ear. “can i touch you too?” he moaned as felix unzipped his pants. “i-if you want to.” his eyes followed felix’s hand go into his underwear, touching him. “he’s so hard.”

Jisung felt like he was in heaven as both of your hands worked on his cock, stroking it, both of you kissing each side of his neck, he’s never felt anything like this before. “th-that feels really good.” he whimpered. “yeah?” you pulled away from his neck. “felix how about we make him feel even better?”

felix groaned, pulling away from him as well. “fuck yeah.” felix reached over, kissing you, your lips messily moving against each other; it was natural to you both, you often engaged in things together, no one could satisfy you like each other could. “wh-what are you gonna do?”

you both smiled at each, pushing his legs apart. “make you feel good.” he didn’t know what that meant until he felt both of your lips on his cock. “oh my.” he gasped as you licked his tip. “he taste good.” felix took him into his mouth much like you did. “fuck that feels good.” you licked a stripe up the base his length, meeting felixs mouth at the tip; jisung was gonna blow his load, all of this was just too hot for him; only an hour ago he’d only touched himself a few times, but this was different, both of you working on his cock; taking turns stroking and sucking, making all while making out each other. “i’m gonna cum.” he whimpered.

you both felt his cock twitch, he let out a moan, cum spurting from his mushroom tip, landing on both your faces. “fuck.” Jisung cursed, he’d never cum this much before; and he was still hard. “awe lixie.” you pouted, jisung thought you looked innocent, despite his cum all over your face. “he’s still hard.”

“that’s because he hasn’t had that pretty pussy yet, just wait.” felix said, you moaned feeling felix touch your clothed cunt. “maybe you should fuck him first, let him feel your big cock.” jisung moaned. “tell us baby what do you want first?” you purred. “my cock or her pussy?” jisung didn’t care at this point, he wanted it all. “b-both.”

you turned to each other. “he’s naughty, i like him.” You said. “lets keep him.” felix nodded. “whatever you want pretty.” He watched you get naked, whispering against jisungs neck. “lets fuck him yn , before i explode.” you straddled his lap, kissing his nose, both of you watching felix undress. “you’re ours now.” your finger traced his jaw. “gonna let us use you whenever we want?” jisung nodded. “pl-please use me.”

jisung didn’t know what you both meant by that, but he didn’t care, he wanted both of you— right now. “good boy.” felix groaned stroking his cock.

“cause we’re gonna drain for everything you got baby boy.”

©️LUVYENI

[absolutedaisy]

I saw your new url despite not knowing you were planning to change it and I immediately knew it was you, best wishes in your Zoey hyperfixtation

its not even a hatchetfield fixation its just HER

[writingforstraykids]

Letters Of Love - Jisung🖤

Pairing: Jisung x gn!Reader (poly!skz)

Word Count: 896

Summary: Your next message is for Jisung, about a day where all he needed was some rest in your lap.

Warnings/Tags: fluff, comfort

do not repost, translate, or plagiarize my works in any way here or on other platforms. ©️writingforstraykids 2024 -

Chan | Minho | Changbin | Hyunjin | Felix | Seungmin | Jeongin

Your gaze lands on a photo that makes your heart ache in the softest way possible. It’s a picture of Jisung, curled up on your lap, his face completely relaxed in sleep, his body almost melting into yours as if seeking comfort. His cheek is smushed adorably against your thigh, one hand curled loosely over your knee, the other hidden beneath his head like a makeshift pillow. The angle of the photo captures just the side of your face, a gentle smile on your lips as you gaze down at him. His hair falls messily across his forehead, still slightly damp with sweat, and there’s a faint pink tinge to his cheeks, as if he’s finally let go of the tension he’d been carrying all day.

The living room around you is dim, lit only by the soft glow of the lamp beside the sofa. The evening light outside filters through the curtains, casting a golden sheen over everything. You can almost hear the soft rhythm of his breathing, the way it had been so shallow and uneven at first before it slowly evened out, settling into a steady, comforting beat. In the picture, his expression is completely peaceful—no trace of the exhaustion and strain that had marked his features just a few hours earlier.

That day had started off as a whirlwind for him. He’d had to attend several social events—all of which required him to be “on” for hours, smiling and interacting with people. It wasn’t until he came home, his shoulders tense and his smile strained, that you realized just how overwhelmed he really was.

You’d noticed it the moment he walked through the door, his gaze dropping almost instantly as if even making eye contact felt too much. You hadn’t said a word, just opened your arms, and he’d melted into you, his face buried in your shoulder as he released a long, shuddering sigh. Without a second thought, you’d guided him to the sofa, coaxing him to lie down with his head in your lap. It took a while for him to settle, to stop fidgeting as if he couldn’t let go of the day’s weight. But you ran your fingers softly through his hair, whispering soothing words, letting him know it was okay to rest. That he didn’t have to keep up the act with you.

Gradually, he’d relaxed, the tension bleeding away from his body until his breathing slowed, his eyes fluttering closed. It wasn’t long before he was fast asleep, the worry lines on his forehead smoothing out, leaving him looking so young and vulnerable. You’d stayed like that for a long time, your fingers tracing gentle patterns along his scalp, marveling at how someone who shines so brightly on stage could look so fragile, so in need of shelter.

You smile softly as you attach the photo, already imagining the way Jisung’s cheeks will flush when he sees it. Fingers poised over the keyboard, you let your thoughts pour out, the love and admiration you feel for him filling each word.

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Message to Hannie🐿️🩷:

Hannie,

I found this picture of you from the other night, when you fell asleep in my lap after that crazy long day. I know how hard it is for you to be around people for so long, even when you put on that brave smile. You always push yourself so much, and I just… I want you to know that it’s okay to rest. You don’t have to be the beloved ace all the time.

Seeing you like this, finally relaxed and at peace, made me realize something. I love every side of you—the bright, energetic Sungie who lights up every room, but also the quiet, overwhelmed Sungie who needs to just hide away for a little while. I love that you trust me enough to show me both. You don’t always have to be strong, you know? I want to be the place where you can let it all go and just… breathe.

Thank you for letting me be that for you. For choosing to lean on me, even when you’re too tired to say a word. You mean more to me than you’ll ever know, and I hope you never feel like you have to carry it all alone.

Happy anniversary, my little quokka. Here’s to more naps, more quiet moments, and more nights when you don’t have to be anything but yourself.

Love you forever,

One of your safe places

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You read over the message again, feeling the words settle deep in your heart. You know Jisung will probably get flustered when he reads it, that he might grumble something about how he didn’t want you to see him so drained, but you also know that he’ll treasure it. Because that’s who he is—someone who loves fiercely, who feels deeply, and who sometimes just needs to be reminded that he’s loved for everything he is, even on the days when he feels like he’s not enough.

You hit send and lean back, closing your eyes as you remember the way he looked in your lap, so small and tired, but so beautifully at peace. Because even though he always says he doesn’t want to be a burden, he’s never been one to you. He never could be. He’s your dear Hannie - bright, beautiful, and perfect just as he is.

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meena x skz dynamic overview

meena's dynamic with each of the members : pure chaos, love, and ✨therapy-worthy behavior✨

🐺 bang chan – team dad, trauma bond captain

ship name : BangNa (because it sounds like a weird fruit i love it)

✦ Chan is the leader, the rock, the one who tells her to rest... while not resting himself. ✦ She’d throw hands for him, but also slap him upside the head if he forgot to eat lunch. ✦ Tells her “you did great today” and now she’s crying under the blanket like a simp. ✦ If anyone ever breaks his heart? They’re disappearing. No body. No evidence. "Say you’re proud of me again and I’ll sob into your pecs, you responsible piece of hotness." (Meena)

🐱 lee know – her nemesis

ship name : NoNa

✦ She’d stab him in the leg and then ask if he’s hungry. ✦ They argue like divorced parents ✦ Minho roasts her like it’s his job, but if anyone else breathes wrong near her? He’s in murder mode. ✦ She would never admit it, but she lives for his backhanded affection and rare soft smiles. ✦ Also, he could say “move” and she’d move. Out the country. “I’d die for you. Or kill for you. Whichever comes first, just let me know.” (Meena)

🐖 changbin – emotional support teddy bear

ship name : MeenBin

✦ Looks like he bench presses buildings but turns into mush when she pouts. ✦ Meena teases him constantly about his protein shakes and gym selfies, but he will 100% carry her on his back without being asked. ✦ He’s protective in the “hold my earrings” way. They argue over snacks like siblings, then he buys her ten more the next day. ✦ Bonus: gives the best hugs but pretends he hates them. “You’re so cute I could bite you. Like literally. Let me gnaw your arm a little.” (Meena)

🎨 hyunjin – your Honor, they’re soulmates but dumb

ship name : HyunNa

✦ “Koala boyfriend energy but they’re not even dating (yet??)” ✦ Clingy. Dramatic. Jealous if she breathes near anyone else, but totally not in love or anything 🙄. ✦ He’s the walking green flag with red flag behavior, and she’s the only one who can calm him down when he spirals. ✦ Also if she calls him “pretty boy”, he follows her around for hours like a duckling. “You’re ridiculous. You’re clingy. You’re dramatic. I’d let you ruin my life.” (Meena)

🐿️ han – chaos gremlin x flirty bestie energy

ship name : MeenJi

✦ They either kiss or fight for snacks and there’s no in-between. ✦ Their friendship is 90% jokes, 10% dangerously flirtatious moments they pretend never happened. ✦ They could be naked in a closet and still go, “Haha no it’s not like that!” ✦ Also: they once “fake dated” for a prank and never clarified it was fake. To this day, no one's sure what the hell is going on ?? ✦ If he cries? She's committing arson. Like full-blown news headlines. "You’re my favorite idiot." (Meena)

🐥 felix – her sunshine

ship name : MeeLix

✦ he bakes her cookies then threatens anyone who makes her cry. ✦ Meena is Felix’s emotional support noona. ✦ He’s clingy in a quiet, loving way. Back hugs, shared drinks, forehead kisses without context. ✦ She sees him smile and immediately wants to cry, adopt him, AND throw hands for him. ✦ If Felix so much as sniffles, she’s ready to flip the Earth upside down. ✦ Would protect him with her entire life. Like if God said “choose one,” she’s choosing Lix with zero hesitation. "If anyone hurts you, I will end them and then cry because you’re crying." (Meena)

🐶 seungmin – menace little brother who secretly adores her

ship name : MeenMin

✦ Insults her 24/7 but will fight God if she’s sad. ✦ Calls her “annoying” more than her name. ✦ Their love language is mutual disrespect and vague threats. ✦ Once, he had a fever and she cancelled her entire day to baby him. ✦ She would literally rip the moon from the sky if he ever felt unloved. ✦ Pretends to be emotionally unavailable but once stayed up with her till 5am when she had a breakdown. ✦ He’d rather eat nails than say “I love you,” but will silently fix her blanket when she’s asleep and think he’s slick. "Only I get to bully you" (Meena)

🦊 I.N – baby of her life

ship name : JeonMeen

✦ She babies him. He exploits it. Balance. ✦ She’s convinced he’s the cutest thing alive. Would die for him. Or kill. Honestly both. ✦ Meena spoils him. He lets her. ✦ Then turns around and makes some wild comment that makes the whole room go “EXCUSE ME??” ✦ Lowkey chaos. Highkey knows he can manipulate her with one pout. ✦ Calls her “Noona” just to make her soft, then roasts her the next second. “You're too cute. I’d die for you. I’d stab someone with a glitter pen if you asked nicely.” (Meena)

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[gay-dorito-dust]

Hiiii. I hope you are well. I would like to request Cregan Stark x female!reader where reader is sleeping in her chambers and has a nightmare and walks the halls late at night going to Cregan’s chambers for comfort but is also hesitant because the two haven’t really spent time together since they were put into an arranged marriage. She stands in front of his bedroom door while trying to decide if she should knock or not but before she could Cregan opens the door after hearing movement. He spends the night trying to make her feel safe. Thank you 😊

I’m rusty and out of practice after not writing for hotd for so long but I hope this makes up for it 🦦🐿️

You couldn’t go back to sleep, the nightmare had awoken you so suddenly and violently that the idea of falling back to sleep disturbed you greatly, so instead you took to walking the foreign halls of your new home in Winterfell.

In truth it took some time for you to get accustomed to the change in climate, that and the change from your old rather relaxed and light attire to thick furs and multiple layers to keep warm, but you were reassured by your parents that you’d sooner or later come to love the endless landscapes of snow with your arrange marriage to Lord Cregan Stark.

Now Cregan Stark had been nothing but considerate and generous towards you, a honourable man amongst immature little boys as your father would put it, and his words have never been more true as house Stark was well known for their loyalty and their dedication to their duty. However it was due to Cregan’s commitment to his duty that left you with little to no time to get to know the man who had already garnered quite the reputation for himself. You did not blame the man for doing so, it was admirable to see a man do whatever it took to protect his home compared to those who dared called themselves men back home; the very same ‘men’ who’d abandon their wives and children for a silver of something…younger and more beautiful.

And yet you found yourself coming out of a self induced daze and stood outside of Cregan’s own personal chambers, almost as if your body had stopped it’s ceaseless wandering and brought you to the one person who could bring you comfort on its own accord, but yet you failed to find the strength to even lift a hand to knock on the heavy door as new thoughts of whether you’d be interrupting or annoying him with your presence; This was the only time where you wished you spent more time getting to know Cregan as you didn’t know the type of man he’d be when you needed him for moments such as these, moments where you’d be frightened and out of your mind with increasing worry, even over the smallest of things.

Would you be a burden to him? Too much for him? Would your actions tonight alone would bring about the end of the arrangement? All these answers so much more ran rampant within your head as you began to second guess whether or not this was your smartest of decisions, going and seeking comfort from a man you knew far too little about on a personal level over something as simple as a nightmare, you’ve contemplated this for quite a while to the point you felt stupid and childish that you didn’t notice the noise you had made already brought Cregan out of his slumber.

‘Are you alright m’lady?’ Cregan asks upon noticing how conflicted you looked as you shifted your weight on your feet and fiddling with your hands.

‘My lord,’ you gasped, ‘what’s you doing up at such time as this?’

Cregan tilted his head. ‘Well I heard shuffling outside my door and I came to see what it was, only to find you in deep thought.’ He then reached out to grasp your hand in his securely as his eyes softened. ‘Is there something the matter? Something wrong?’ He then asks in a whisper. ‘Anything I can do to help my betrothed rest easier?’

You tried to smile as authentically as you could in hopes of dissuading Cregan from going out of his way for you and let out a laugh. ‘There’s no need, I just…needed some air and familiarise my new home.’ You told him but it was obvious that he wasn’t buying it as Cregan looked down the hallway before pulling you into his chambers and closing the door behind him. ‘Now that there is no possibility for anyone to intrude, would you like to tell me what’s bothering you m’lady?’

‘I-‘ you tried to speak but found yourself falling short of an easily believable answer, especially not when his eyes seemingly read you like an open book.

‘There is no need to keep up appearances, not with me,’ Cregan says as he gently guides you to a nearby chair, still holding your hand, as though deep down he knew that you needed to be in some form of constant contact with him to bring yourself back to reality. ‘Now tell me what’s gotten you so distraught?’ He knew something was wrong but didn’t know how to handle the situation without you telling him what it was that was disturbing you. Now Cregan understood that you might not be on that level of comfortability with him just yet to open up about your innermost thoughts and feelings, he can just hope that him being here with you was proof enough to show that he deeply cared for your well-being, and that with time you’ll come to him freely and without fear that he’d cast you and your heart aside.

You didn’t say anything at first, still having your concerns on how he’d react once you tell him, but the other side of your mind was telling you to take this an an opportunity to make up for the lack of time to get to know each other, so you opened your mouth and the words that you’ve been trying to put a stop poured out seamlessly. ‘I had a nightmare and I thought that a walk would help but it seems as though at the thought of you, my feet brought me to your chambers on their own accord.’

Cregan smiled softly as he squeezed your hand, running his thumb across it. ‘Is that so m’ lady? You thought of me in your moment of need?’

‘Of course,’ you tell him, finally squeezing his hand back, feeling yourself growing more confident and secure within his presence, ‘It was as though deep down I knew you’d never scoff at my worries, and instead bring me comfort as though it were instinct, but my mind tried to trick me into believing that you wouldn’t and I would’ve believed them had you not answer the door when you did.’ You admitted and felt a weight come off of your shoulders, allowing you to fully relax within Cregan’s presence that felt akin to the comforting weight of furs being draped over your shoulders, comforting, warm and grounding.

‘And I never would scoff at your worries because your worries are my worries m’lady.’ Cregan tells you as he knelt before you, resting his free hand against your cheek, watching as you melted into his touch, sighing in content. ‘Now tell me how I can be of help to you be rid of this pain?’ He then asks softly as though speaking any louder would somehow offend you.

‘Pardon me if this seems too forward my lord but,’ you paused to take in Cregan’s handsome features before looking down at your intertwined hands, this was the union that your parents wanted for you and now that you were here with him, you didn’t want to leave for your lonely chambers, ‘would you allow for me to stay here for the night, held in your arms until the nightmare is a memory long forgotten.’ You finished, looking into his eyes as they gleamed with happiness and love.

‘Only if you are comfortable with that m’lady.’ Cregan said and you couldn’t help but chuckle as his thoughtfulness towards you, the same thoughtfulness that suggested sleeping in separate rooms until you felt comfortable enough to share a room with him.

‘Of course I do,’ you tell him with a real genuine smile, leaning forward to rest your forehead against his as you squeezed his hand, ‘I wouldn’t have suggest it if I didn’t.’ You added and without hesitation Cregan brought you into his strong arms as he carried you off towards his bed, laying you down gently as he join you before pull in you back into his arms again, softly guiding your head into resting against his chest.

Cregan turned out to be a lot warmer than you had originally expected but you couldn’t help but snuggle further against him, making him smile and press a featherlight kiss to your head as he tightened his hold on you. ‘I promise to keep your nightmares at bay as you deserve only the sweetest and kindest of dreams to greet you at the end of every day.’ He promises to you as he pressed another kiss to your head, making you smile widely as you couldn’t help but feel as though you were already living within a dream with how impossibly perfect Cregan was.

‘I feel as though I am in one already my lord.’ You tell him sleepily.

‘Then I shall try my best to make you keep thinking that m’lady.’ Cregan replied as you soon feel asleep against the man who had quickly claimed your heart.

[leeeedith]

STRAY KIDS reaction to their first time with their S/O

Bang Chan 🐺

As the atmosphere around you both shifts, Chan’s usual protective and caring nature takes the lead. He’s a little shy, but his sincerity is undeniable. "Hey," he says softly, looking into your eyes. "I want you to know… I really care about you. This isn’t something I take lightly. Are you sure?" His voice is low, but there's a vulnerability to it. It’s not just the moment that’s intimate, but the way he makes sure you’re comfortable. He leans in slowly, reading your cues, letting you take the lead, because he wants this moment to be something you both can share equally.

Lee Know 🐰

You feel the heat in the room, but when Minho looks at you with a smirk, his usual playful vibe remains. "You really want this, huh?" he teases lightly, but there’s a warmth in his eyes, a softness hidden behind his mischievous grin. He’s full of charm, but he’s also aware of the seriousness in this moment. When he touches your hand, there’s a quiet, reassuring moment that follows. No words are needed. It’s just the tenderness in the way he holds you, taking his time, respecting your space, but making sure you know he’s fully present with you.

Changbin 🐷

Changbin’s energy is usually intense, but when you two finally connect on this level, his strength softens. His hands are warm and firm, and you can feel the careful, yet genuine affection he has for you. "I’ve wanted this, but only when you’re ready," he murmurs, his voice deep and steady, but there’s a hint of vulnerability there. He’s the type to want to make sure you’re completely comfortable before anything progresses, and his protective instincts are even more evident in the way he’s so gentle with you. You both take your time, not rushing, just existing in the moment together.

Hyunjin 😺

Hyunjin's presence fills the room, but his touch is soft, almost like he’s afraid to break the intimacy of the moment. "I want this, but only if you do too," he says with a quiet confidence. His smile is tender, yet there’s a slight nervousness beneath it. He holds you in a way that feels like you’re precious to him, as though every movement, every word, is intentional and filled with meaning. He kisses you slowly, savoring the moment, as if trying to make it last forever.

Han 🐿️

Han is the type to keep things light and fun, but when it comes to you, there’s an unexpected tenderness to his approach. "I’ve never felt this way about anyone before," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. He’s open with his feelings, which makes you feel even closer to him. He touches you gently, almost as if he's afraid of making the moment too intense. But his eyes give him away—the love he has for you is undeniable. He might joke around, but in this moment, you both feel the deep bond you share, and it’s not about anything other than how much you care for each other.

Felix 🐥

Felix's warmth is apparent, even in the most intimate of moments. He runs his fingers gently through your hair, brushing it back from your face, his touch tender and full of affection. "You make me feel so lucky," he murmurs, his voice soft and full of emotion. He’s genuinely present, every inch of him fully focused on making sure you feel safe and cared for. His kisses are slow and filled with intention, and he lets the moment breathe, allowing the two of you to connect in a way that feels personal and beautiful.

Seungmin 🐶

Seungmin is usually calm and composed, but in this moment, you see a side of him that’s pure and vulnerable. He looks at you seriously, but there's a quiet warmth in his gaze. "You’re everything to me," he says softly, the words catching in the air between you both. He doesn’t rush anything. His touch is gentle, almost reverent. He’s the type to take his time, to make sure every moment is meaningful. You can tell this is something he’s thought about for a long time, and when you finally kiss, it’s with the kind of tenderness that speaks volumes.

I.N 🦊

Jeongin is a little shy, but you can feel how much he cares through every movement. "Is this okay?" he asks, his voice filled with a mix of tenderness and a slight hint of nervousness. He’s not sure how to act, but that only makes him more endearing. When you kiss, it’s soft, innocent, and full of promise. He holds you like you’re the most precious thing in the world, and it’s clear he’s trying to savor every second of it. His touch is gentle, and he always looks at you with a sense of wonder—this is something new for him, but it’s something he wants to experience fully with you.

[idkfitememate]

Hello!! I've been here since your first creation, Boar! Creator. And I'm thinking about something.

What about Squirrel! Creator 🐿️

Like, squirrels in Genshin really have no fear, all they think about are pinecones. Many times I approached them, but they didn't run away like other animals, they just stood there, near their pinecones.

So I imagine a character who has a hat, like Mona or Venti walking in the forest and a pinecone gets stuck in their hat. Then a squirrel followed them all day, leaving them confused, not knowing why the squirrel was following them. And what the worse was that the squirrel had no fear, they even followed them into the city!

Mona Encounter

૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა Pairings : Gn! Squirrel Reader x Mona

૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა W.K. : 649

໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ Tags/CW&TW : fluff & crack

໒꒰ྀི˶˙Ⱉ˙˶꒱ྀིა Author’s note : Mmmmm big bushy tails the floofa :3

Future note: Mona has a house… not right now she don’t-

Mona was a woman of business.

Booming business?.. Admittedly no, but business nonetheless.

Spending her nights charting the stars and giving out fortunes to those brave enough to handle her sharp tongue, she was more than busy in her life, even if she was just barely getting by.

… Where does she keep all her astrology books, tools and otherwise when she has nowhere to stay? Up your ass that’s where.

One busy night of watching the stars in a forest had worn the poor girl down, and the grass was so soft, and the gently breeze that rustled the leaves was so nice and oh… she’s asleep.

So deep in sleep, she didn’t notice the pinecone that fell into her hat.

Nor did she notice the you who was perched on a branch above, salivating at the mere thought of that now slightly forbidden cone because it fell on a human, and you told yourself not to go near them, if not for self preservation than just to not interact with them.

It wasn’t as if you didn’t ever want to interact with them, it was an inane fear that something might happen so on so forth, especially since you found out that you were in SAGAU. Fuck that chance. Trees, apples and pinecones is enough for you.

But this… this chance… fuck it it was to much to bear. You jumped right on into the hat, curling around the beloved pinecone. Nothing else mattered now except the piney scent and the cold comforting darkness of this idiot’s hat.

Fuck yeah.

૮꒰づ˶• ༝ •˶꒱づ ˚ʚ ꒰⁐⁐⁐⁐୨🎂🍩🍰୧⁐⁐⁐⁐꒱ ɞ˚

When morning came, Mona opened her eyes with a groan and popped her back considering the awful position she slept in. She blinked blearily as she took in the morning air. Feeling around, she grabbed her hat that had fallen off her head, not even noticing the extra weight, and plopped that sucker right on her head, somehow not even feeling your tiny little shivering feet.

Oh shit you fell asleep in her hat and now she was standing up. You sat as physically still as you could as you felt the somehow oblivious woman rose and begin walking.

The swaying motions wasn’t very nice on your stomach, ears twitching and eyes constantly moving around the space to try and find any kind of exit.

For a moment everything stopped, and your tail hitched and breath stilled. Suddenly, a hand reached up into the hat and in a panic you lightly jumped onto the fabric of the back of the hat, staring as the hand scratched the spot you once were and reach around a bit, finding the pinecone you once held and threw it out the hat, muttering some random stuff that was muffled to your ears.

After a few moments of stillness the astronomer was on the move again. And you were in her hat. Trapped. Alone.

૮꒰づ˶• ༝ •˶꒱づ ˚ʚ ꒰⁐⁐⁐⁐୨🍡🍮🍪୧⁐⁐⁐⁐꒱ ɞ˚

City noises were weird when you’re hearing them from inside a hat.

That was your deduction as Mona walked through what you could only assume to be Mondstadt. The hustle and bustle and overall joyfulness permeated even the fabric of the hat you were currently trapped in and made life just the slightest bit brighter, shocker.

Mona was just walking around as far as you could tell, no real destination in mind. But, you were hoping for her to stop soon, your paws hurt a little bit from their harsh grip on her hat and wanted a rest. Issue being, of course, you couldn’t rest on her because then she’d find out you were on her head for Archons knows how long.

The space you inhabited was just barely lit from the sun. The back of the hat behind you moving around due to a slight wind.

As the woman you were riding on continued further into the city, the only thing you could think was:

“Oh Fuck.”

໒꒰ྀི˶˙Ⱉ˙˶꒱ྀིა Author’s note : I was writing this years old when I found out Genshin has squirrels-

Also yes I purposely left off like that for requests/future stuff to pick up on lmao I’m sorry-

[sxtvrns]

Hihi! Could I request a OT6 p1harmony reaction where the reader is on her period and is cramping? 😭

If not it's COMPLETELY ok and ignore this please!!🙌🏼

Thank you bby🩷

end of discussion, period

🎶 now playing: emergency - p1harmony

P: OT6!P1Harmony + Fem!Reader (platonic)

S: Your best friends are unusually well versed in dealing with that time of the month.

G: fluff, hurt/comfort

N: hey yall if you havent seen my other post i would like to let yall know p1harmony is no longer my ult </3 I CAN STILL WRITE FOR THEM JUST PUT IT IN UR REQS but my profile will end up undergoing a transformation!! anyways ik i picked a silly song for this but this is a silly little fic so enjoy and KEEP THOSE REQUESTS COMING I LOVE GETTING UR LITTLE PROMPTS

please interact if you enjoy!

On the outside, you’re keeping a stone cold expression, hyperfocused on the show playing on your TV. The rest of your place is quiet, the only other audible sound being the running air conditioner in the background.

On the inside, you’re fighting demons as your cramps fight wars in your stomach, the pain constant and increasingly tedious. At this point, the pain had become a nuisance and was at the forefront of your mind.

You were desperately trying to get it to go away because you were supposed to meet with your friends later; so far, the pain doesn’t seem like it will subside.

Of course, every sense was heightened because of your period, including the sense that you’d die on your couch and succumb to the torture of your cramps.

Your friends would be pissed at you for cancelling and you know it. The more you try to move, the more the pain moves around in your stomach. You felt gross and unkept, despite having taken a shower a few minutes ago. This couch was your deathbed, and the ceiling would be last thing you saw before you died.

Slowly, you picked up your phone and texted the group chat.

👤: guys

👤: it’s hell rn

🐺: i mean yeah it’s boiling outside

👤: i can’t go

🐺: WHAT

🐿️: Y/N WE’VE BEEN PLANNING THIS FOR MONTHS

🐯: we planned this 2 weeks ago

👤: IK im sorry but im glued to my couch right now and i can’t get up

🐶: lazy ass

🍟: (*´-`)

👤: i am in physical pain and it very much hurts

🐺: did you get stabbed

🐿️: are you okay

🐺: why aren’t you at the hospital

👤: calm down it’s not that serious

🐯: then why can’t you come?

👤: …

👤: cramps

🐶: ohhhh

🐶: sorry

🐶: you’re not lazy

👤: you better be sorry

🍟: (・∀・)

🐿️: those cramps

👤: yes jiung period cramps

👤: they’re hurting really bad this time and it’s hard for me to move

🐺: stay calm don’t panic

👤: what

🐯: keeho is running around the dorm rn

👤: why

👤: you guys??

👤: hello??????

“Assholes…” You muttered, putting down your phone and accepting your fate.

You shut your eyes, trying to find some sort of relief in the void that is the back of your eyelids, and though it helped distract you, it didn’t exactly help get rid of the pain. On top of that, the guilt you felt for canceling last minute was starting to get to you.

Sure, you only planned this outing 2 weeks ago, but everyone was really looking forward to it. You hoped they’d go without you, but knowing them, they’d rather stub their toe on every surface than do something without you. But it would be such a waste if they didn’t–

“Y/N! Open up!”

You hear a voice yell from outside, along with aggressive pounding on your door, and the confusion overtook the pain as you walked to check who it was.

All 6 of your friends were outside your apartment with grocery bags and panicked expressions, except for Soul. He was staring into the camera. Keeho was knocking on your door rather unintentionally hostile; you knew he was just worried about you.

You slowly unlock the door and let out a soft groan, your voice matching the volume. “Hello?”

“Y/N, sit down.” Jiung gently guides you back to your couch, the rest of them flowing inside with the door closing behind them. You sit down, groaning in pain. “Where’s your heating pad? Why don’t you have it?”

“I was too tired to get up and get it–“

Jongseob suddenly drops it onto your lap, plugging it in and turning it on. You grab it and press it against your abdomen. “This is the setting you like, right?”

“How did you–“

“Made you some tea.” Theo put a mug down on the table, the steam telling of its freshness. Though the temperature doesn’t help with the weather, it would certainly help with your pain. It was even the right flavour too.

Soul put your favourite movie on the TV, and you could hear Keeho and Intak conversing in the kitchen.

“That’s too big, cut it smaller!”

“Not my fault the oranges are huge!”

Their bickering is soft, but you’re brought back to the people in front of you, sitting on the floor and watching the movie.

“Did you guys wanna sit?” You speak up. All of them shake their heads and assure you that they’re okay. Soul suddenly gets up and goes to your room.

“How about you lie down, Y/N? On your stomach?” Theo suggests, and you slowly get into said position, feeling comfier.

“Guys… seriously, what are you doing here?”

Jiung joins you in the living room. “Well, we weren’t just gonna go out without you. And besides, it’s super hot out.”

“Usually we’d be able to handle it, but it feels empty without you there. We can go out another time.”

The oranges Keeho and Intak were bickering over were finally placed on the coffee table in front of you, everyone lunging to grab a slice of their own.

“Most of all, we wanted to help you. At least you won’t have to deal with this on your own.” Keeho says. “Hey, save some for Y/N!” He scolds his group members.

You chuckle. “You guys are seeing me while I’m hot shit.”

“You don’t look any different, Y/N.” Intak adds, sitting down and taking an orange slice for himself.

“Do you guys even know what you’re doing?” They all freeze, staring blankly at you.

“You complain about your period sometimes, so we have a general idea of it…” Soul mutters loud enough for you to hear.

“Are you guys sure you’re okay with… chilling here?” You ask, unsure. They all nod and Theo speaks up. “Your air conditioning is saving us right now. You can kick us out at any time if we hoard it too much.” You chuckle. The next thing you know, you doze off.

For a moment, you’re pulled out of sleep and hear faint bickering.

“The congee is burning!”

“Calm down, it’s just the towel– oh my god, the towel is on fire!”

In this heat and with your pain that’s slowly but surely drifting away, you couldn’t care less.

it’s an emergency! 🎧