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[fae-renjun]

HOW TO FALL IN LOVE (FOR DUMMIES) — nct dream ‘00 line

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ meet renjun, jeno, haechan, and jaemin — roommates and, so far, idiots when it comes to their love lives. but a lot can happen in a year. over the course of a year, all four college boys will finally fall in love, even if they struggle a bit on the way down.

an nct dream '00 line x fem!reader series of oneshots / taglist open for all / more info under the cut

i. the anatomy of a romance — l.jn

when yn finally got tickets for comic con this year, the last thing she expected was to accidentally coordinate outfits with lee jeno: the boy she had been tied with for the top of every class they had taken together since first year. or in which jeno begins to realise the girl he could never beat in academics has more in common with him than he thought.

lee jeno x fem!reader ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ academic rivals to lovers — read jeno’s letter here.

ii. conversations with myself — n.jm

yn had explicit instructions (from herself and her best friends) to stay away from na jaemin. nothing good could ever come from texting one’s ex, right? yet somehow after a chaotic night, an excruciatingly awkward situation and a silent plea for help, she ends up with na jaemin’s jacket draped over her shoulders for the first time in a year. or in which jaemin wants so badly to move on, but when yn breaks no-contact to thank him for helping her he begins to realise he never should have left. 

na jaemin x fem!reader ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ second chance romance — read jaemin’s letter here.

iii. skeleton milkshake — l.hc

there were two types of fortune cookie eaters in the world: the kind that broke the cookie neatly in half to retrieve the fortune, and the ones that bit right in and pulled the sheet of paper out of their mouths. lee haechan had always been the latter type, yn knew this. yn also thought she knew everything there was to know about haechan, but after bumping into the boy she’d lived next to all her life at a party on campus, she began to question it. had she not been looking when the menace she called a neighbour grew into the boy he was now? or in which haechan watched yn change and go through every phase of her life right in front of his face, yet she’d only just started paying attention.

lee haechan x fem!reader ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ childhood friends to lovers — read haechan’s letter here.

iv. i had a dream about that boy again — h.rj

with yn’s brother hendery inviting both his own friends and hers for a massive winter break trip, the holidays were sure to be exciting—until yn realised that going on the trip would mean seeing huang renjun, who had haunted her dreams and daydreams for 712 days and counting. or in which renjun sees yn for the first time since high school, realises he misjudged her all those years ago and decides it's time to make things right. 

huang renjun x fem!reader ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ brother’s best friend — read renjun’s letter here.

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[from-izzy]

skating with you | nct lee donghyuck | haechan

Haechan leans his forehead to yours as your icy noses brush against each other, “Eyes on me, bubs,” he whispers.

pairing » nct lee donghyuck (haechan) x gn!reader (lmk if i missed anything!)

trope/au » established relationship au!, holiday theme!

genre » fluffy fluff fluff!, cheeky and slightly flirty haechan, and slightly flustered reader...?, cutie boyfriend haechan, no. 1 supportive and caring haechan, reader doesn't really know how to skate and haechan helps you through it, it's all so very lovely (and i need someone to help me skate-)

word count; estimated reading time » 850; ~4 mins

warnings (lmk if i missed anything!) » none!

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is this my last upload of the year...? we shall see!!

“If I fall flat on my face, this will be your fault,” your threat only seems harmless to your boyfriend.

Haechan skates further away from you, lightly showing off his skills of skating backward gracefully, even adding light twirl patterns on the ice. Meanwhile, you’re left at the rink's perimeter, hands gripping for support and eyes squinting playfully at your delightful boyfriend. You have no idea why you thought it was a good idea to go skating when you have minimal experience and are the clumsiest person you know. But Haechan had to jut his lower lip, eyebrows shaped into mountains to your poor heart. How could you say no to that face? 

But, your weakness in saying no to your boyfriend has led you here. In the public ice skating arena. Back leaning onto the wall for dear life. 

It’s been thirty minutes yet you haven’t made much progress from the entrance of the rink. Maybe it’s your fear of falling or the fear of competent younger children snickering at you falling to your knees. Haechan has made a few rounds around, even entertaining others with little tricks. Watching him from afar made your heart warm as others realised how lovable your boyfriend is. Children reach for a high five, adults smiling at the small talk or encouragement he would send as he passes by. 

“Wanna hold my hand now?” Haechan skates beside you. 

You've rejected the last few offers, determined to do at least half of the oval rink by yourself; you and the wall beside you. But balancing yourself on a somewhat thin metal as your knees shake with tensed muscles is taking more energy than you expected. 

You give in, slumping your back on the wall, elbows propped up as you lean. “I just need to rest first.”

Haechan chuckles at you, making a final push on the ice to skate to you. His arms cage you between his frame, closing significant space between you both. Your eyes widen at his bold action, cheeks and neck heating at the fond eyes he’s placing upon your orbs. His eyelashes flutter prettily upon your features, a soft smile forming its way into your boyfriend’s place. The rowdy noises of the kids, metal swishing and passing behind Haechan all blur when Haechan steadies your once-leaning figure to stand with his hands securely encasing your waist. 

It’s too bad that the cold temperature has you bundled up in a few layers or else you could feel the relaxing motion of his thumb caressing your side.

Haechan leans his forehead to yours as your icy noses brush against each other, “Eyes on me, bubs,” he whispers.

As per his words, you lock your eyes with him, only closing them once or twice when you’re fully supported by him. Your forearm instinctively rests on top of his, occasionally pushing them down due to your nervousness, still afraid of slipping and toppling over Haechan, potentially hurting both of you in the process.

“Don’t worry,” he eases your mind, pressing a quick kiss on your colder lips. “You’re going to be alright,” pressing his lips to yours again, leaving them there for a bit longer. “I’m not going to let you fall,” perfectly stealing your lips once more after you hum an acknowledgement to his words. “If you fall, it’s only going to be in my arms.”

You should’ve known he would sneak in a cheesy line or two, and your laughter makes you forget your anxiousness about being on the ice. Slowly, Haechan skates backwards again, this time with you in his hold. Admittedly, this has been his plan from the very start: to have you close like this as you conquer your fear and challenge; you’re not going to complain about this either.

Haechan is a great skating teacher, pulling and guiding you out of your comfort ice. Both of you dance in the rink for an hour together. It starts with you facing him as he distracts you from paying too much attention to what your body is doing, instead prompting you to naturally let you relax into the situation. Then slowly, he takes his place next to you, his palm holding your forearm. Then, linking hands together for the final stage before he lets you go after you find the confidence to brave the environment once more. 

You almost lost your balance for a while, hunching your back to hold your knee. “You can do it!” Your boyfriend hollers encouragement behind you. Soon those words become more familiar, your proud boyfriend behind you stealing everyone’s attention at your successful solo skating. 

You did a full lap with no support from him or the wall. You leap into Haechan’s arm at the end line, Haechan littering kisses all over your face. The golden hour highlights his face, his smiling beaming further from the rays of the sun.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have been such a good teacher. And you shouldn’t be so talented either!” Your eyebrows raise at his words, unsure of where he’s going, “Now, you won’t need my help anymore…”

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[slytherinshua]

⏾　SLEEPLESS NIGHTS　( 오시온 )

genre hurt/comfort , established relationship , sion x fem!reader   cw sion is stressed & can't sleep , maybe a bit of overworking mentioned , not proofread   wc 875   request anon for sion + waking up from a bad dream for the 3k event   note oof this took a lil while to write and post since i rewrote it like 3 times but it's finally here!!   net @ncity-net @kstrucknet @chrimatanet

Sion was always one to put up a bold front. He was the oldest in his team, the leader, and as such, he had the responsibility of being a rock for everyone else to lean on. The cornerstone: immovable and unshakeable. He loved goofing around, smiling and laughing, mostly at his members, the people he was closest to. It was therapeutic in a way. Seeing them happy made him happy. All the stress he put on himself for them was worth it just to see them smile. 

But when he got home to you, the chance to truly decompress from that stress came. And on particularly hard days at work, or a bad week building up, Sion felt close to breaking by the time he got home to you. You seemed to always know exactly what was going on in his head and exactly what he needed to relax. Somehow, you were able to repair him enough so he felt strong again for the next day.

He wondered what he would even do without you. While everyone was relying on him throughout the day, Sion relied on you during the night. Every warm hug, comforting kiss, and soft-spoken word reminded him that you would already be right by his side, through the highs and the lows. Whatever storm clouds blackened his mind; you were right there to fight them off, to bring the sun back again. 

And sometimes, all it took was some rain.

Sion couldn’t sleep well. It was unusual. The man who claimed he could easily sleep for 24 hours straight was now unable to fall into that dreamland, despite how exhausted his body was. He kept drifting in and out of dreams— all of them unpleasant. His schedule had been particularly busy that week, and his workload as the leader was especially challenging. He tried to not let it affect the team, always doing the best he could regardless of his mental or physical state. Professionalism seemed to run through his veins. He wanted to set a good example for the younger boys as well. He couldn’t show how much he was struggling as well. Not in front of them. 

But, in front of you, he was able to be vulnerable. He could tell you all his worries without it affecting team morale. You were a shoulder to lean on— his comfort. He relied on you more than he would like to admit. There were always fun times in your relationship, but nothing was ever perfect. During the harder times, you held each other tighter and got through it as a team. If there was one thing you promised when you first called Sion your boyfriend, was that you wouldn’t leave him to suffer through something alone. 

Sion tossed and turned, mind dizzy from the miserable dreams he was having whenever he managed to force his body to sleep. It was probably 3AM by now, and he knew he had to get up by 6. He needed more sleep.

He hated disturbing you, especially when you looked so comfortable under the blankets, one leg propped up over his under them. But he also knew what you would say if you saw him leave for work tired again. Your skin was warm, and he was aching to hold you closer. So, he swallowed his selflessness and turned over, leaving the blank ceiling from his vision and replacing it with your sleeping face. 

He rubbed your arm gently, waiting for you to stir. And it didn’t take long; you had always been a light sleeper, unlike him. Once you blinked your eyes open enough to adjust your vision, noticing the outline of your boyfriend’s face and how he was awake, you knew something must be wrong. 

“What’s wrong, baby?” you sat up, fully alert by now. Your boyfriend was never awake this late in the night. You were about to reach for the lamp until Sion’s hand stopped you. 

“It’s nothing serious. Just can’t sleep,” he mumbled, voice sleepier than yours despite his obvious lack of it. 

“Can’t sleep? That is serious,” you pointed out, lying back down on the pillow. “Nightmares?” 

“Yeah, I guess. I think I’m just stressed,” your boyfriend admitted, hand rubbing over his eyes. 

“Work has been a lot lately. I’ll help you get to sleep. Come here,” you motioned him closer, and Sion obliged, falling into your arms with ease. You adjusted his messy hair to be out of his face and rubbed his back, hoping to lull him to sleep as quickly as possible. A 7AM workday start certainly didn’t leave much more time. 

“You put too much pressure on yourself, baby,” you reminded him while your fingers traced lines over his face in a soothing manner. He hummed in acknowledgement, agreeing to your statement wordlessly. 

You knew it would take more of you repeating those words for him to truly ease some of that pressure off his back, but you were determined to win the race steadily. In these simple moments, your love for Sion shone the brightest. When he was at his weakest, you were his strength. When he felt broken, you pieced him back together again. And he knew he could always rely on you.

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Kinktober Day 14 - Yandere!Kitsune!Yuta + Bondage & Overstimulation

Anonymous Said: YUTAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!! *clears throat* great, now that that's over hehehe could I please request something like kitsune ! Yuta and Bondage with some overstimulation. Could he be yandere too ??? Thank you!!!!! A/n: Yuta as a Kitsune is just so right, I feel like it fits him so well hehehe as soon as I saw this request I knew exactly how I was going to write it. I hope you enjoy!! Warnings/Genre/Rating: 18+ MDNI - Smut, Mature, Established Relationship, Yandere, Possession, Monster Features Word Count: 1,060 Kinktober 2024 Mini Masterlist

“You look so pretty like this, Bunny.” A pleased hum sounds from the man above you. “All tied up with nowhere to go.”

A shudder caresses your spine, moaning lowly as another sharp thrust is made into you. You can barely keep your eyes open, whole body shaking as your walls clench rhythmically around his cock buried deep inside of you.

“Yuta-” His name is but a whine upon your lips, feeling the way his cock twitches in response.

“My Little Rabbit can take it.” He coos, rolling his hips teasingly into your weeping cunt. Mockingly, he tilts his head. “Come on, Bunny. One more. You can give me one more, can’t you?”

A whimper escapes you, every movement of his cock along your inner walls making your body twitch in some way. Each brush of his tip against such a sensitive spot deep inside of you has your breath hitching, clenching hard as the feeling threatens to overwhelm you again at any moment. Already, he’s made you come three time with his cock buried in your pussy, and that’s not counting everything he did to you before.

Honestly, you’re surprised you haven’t passed out yet from the pleasure of it all.

“My Girl can give me one more, right?” He leans in, nudging his nose tenderly against your own despite the condescending tone of his voice. “You’ll let me drown you in ecstasy, right, Love?”

You press your lips together, attempting to muffle the choked whine that wants to escape you as he slowly pulls out of you only to roll his hips back into your own. 

Yuta’s eyes are sharp, watching your every expression carefully, not wanting to miss a single reaction you give him. After all, he’s only been waiting to mate with you, to claim you as his own, for what felt like an eternity. Ever since he met you, he knew you were the only one for him, and given everything that you’ve both had to go through to get to this point, it may as well have been. Each time he’s with you like this feels like the first, and always he strives to outdo himself since the previous time he’s mated with you.

If he cannot give you what you deserve - his best - then he hasn’t accomplished anything. If you’re not shaking and screaming his name by the end of it all, then he’s nowhere near complete.

Another thrust, and your head starts thrashing back and forth over the pillows, babbling as his cock fills you so perfectly.

Your fingers twitch, desperately wishing you could wrap your arms around him and pull him in closer. All you want to do is feel his skin beneath your touch, maybe rake your nails down his back and mark him as your own like he always does to you. Only, the feeling of your soft restraints contrast the intensity of his gaze… Of his touch.

Yuta’s tails are completely out. Five dance languidly in the air above him, flicking happily as he observes the beautiful sight of you fucked out and trapped beneath him. The remaining four tails are delicately wrapped around each one of your extremities, holding you in place and making sure you cannot escape his touch.

Gently, the thumb he had resting over your clit begins circling over that swollen little nub once more.

Your whole body jerks, back arching as you keen into his touch.

“Come on, Bunny. One more…” He coos, circling over your clit faster as he begins to snap his hips into your own. “Just one more for me.”

A choked moan escapes you, words caught in your throat as the pressure within your stomach begins building quickly. The intensity of the various sensations over your body makes your head spin, unable to form words for the moment, let alone even think.

A tail wraps around your waist, pulling you in even closer.

“Let me see you fall apart for me again, My Little Rabbit.” He rasps out, fangs peeking from behind his lips. “You look so fucking beautiful when you come for me.”

Two more of his tails sneak between your bodies, the soft tips flicking gently against your pert nipples. Teasingly, they tweak the sensitive nubs, only adding to the intense feeling building in your gut. Each one of your senses feels like it’s in overdrive, and each touch brings you dangerously closer to the edge once more.

“Come on, Bunny. Come for me.” His free hand sneaks up your body, cupping your face as he presses his forehead against your own. “Let me hear you scream.”

With one final flick over your clit, you obey.

Your orgasm crashes into you suddenly, throat raw and voice hoarse as you scream his name. Your back arches from the bed, shaking violently as you keen into his touch. His tails tighten their hold around you, pulling you in closer as tears of pleasure line your eyes, breath stuttering as you choke on a sob.

A single tear begins to slip down your cheek.

The moment Yuta feels you squeezing around him so tightly, his hips stutter. A choked moan of your name escapes him, hot spurts of come flooding your cunt and leaking out of you with every erratic thrust he makes. The way he can feel your combined releases soaking his balls and his thighs makes his head spin.

A low, pleased growl fills the room, his thumb still circling gently over your clit.

“That’s it. Such a good girl for me.” He leans in, nipping lightly at your jawline. “I knew you had it in you, Bunny. So pretty with my cock buried in your tight little hole…”

Still, your body trembles beneath him, his ministrations continuing over your clit and your nipples. Each touch has you stuttering, chest heaving as you attempt to catch your breath. Incoherent babbles and desperate whines escape you as he uses his other tails to gently trace over your curves. Even the faintest brush of his fur over your damp skin sends multiple shivers down your spine.

You crack your eyes open, whimpering at the intensity you can still see shining within his own dark gaze.

He rolls his hips sensually into yours, a wolfish grin stretching across his features.

“One more, Bunny. You can give me one more, can’t you?”

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NCT 127 Seasons Greetings - Yuta

[all-about-kyu]

Summary: You and Mark have some fun, but your puppy wants attention, too. Pairing: human!Mark x Golden Retriever Hybrid fem!reader x Samoyed!Jeno Tropes: hybrid au, established relationship au, poly au Genre: smut Rating: R 18+ Warnings: hybrids, language Smut Warnings: pet play, collar/leash, implied mxm, dom!Mark, sub!Jeno, switch!reader, clitoral stimulation, cunnilingus, dry humping Word Count: 607 Note: Happy birthday @raibebe I love you so much I know it's after midnight where you are BUT I GOT IT OUT STILL (I wanted to make this longer, but here we are)

Before You Interact

“Is this what you wanted, pup?” You ask, tugging at his leash.

Jeno’s fluffy white ears droop slightly. Not a single thought is going through his head. The fact that you have a hold on his leash while your Mark, your human boyfriend, is happily marking up your neck.

“I-“ Jeno starts.

“Puppies don’t speak, do they?” Mark mumbles between kisses. The comment makes Jeno drop further into his headspace.

Mark’s hand tangles in your hair, gently brushing against your floppy blonde ears. All three of you love this power dynamic. Jeno admitted that he wanted not only Mark but you, too, to treat him like a proper puppy in the bedroom.  While you were a bit apprehensive at first, also being a puppy hybrid, you’re so happy you agreed to give it a try.

One of Mark’s hands drifts lower to start tugging at the hem of your shirt. For a moment, you think you’ll need to drop the handle of Jeno’s leash. Then, Mark’s hand, which is closest to your other boyfriend moves to take the leash in his hand. Mark sits you up and pulls you to turn around in his lap. Your back is pressed against his as he pulls your (Jeno’s) oversized shirt over your head, leaving you in only your underwear. 

He pulls away from kissing your throat and tugs Jeno’s leash, bringing him mere inches from your core. Mark moves his free hand over your panties and rubs small circles against your clit. You let out a small yip at the contact. Jeno’s eyes are dilated and glossy. He can smell your scent so close but can’t touch it until Mark allows him. All he can do is be a good puppy and wait. 

“Open.” He commands, an undertone of care still exists in his voice.

Jeno’s mouth opens immediately, his tongue lolling out of his mouth. 

“Good boy.” Mark comments with a slight chuckle. “You’re such a well-trained pup. Go on, you can have a taste now.”

Mark pulls his fingers away from you, and you let out a dissatisfied noise. Jeno’s face finally comes in contact with your covered core. Eliciting a broken moan from your lips. His nose presses against your clit, easily compensating for the moment you had no stimulation. His tongue laps over your covered heat as if it’s his last meal. His white ears flop lower on his head as you bury a hand in the hair between his ears. His tail is swishing subtly behind him.

“You’re doing so well, pup.” You sigh erotically. “Don’t you want to taste without the clothing in the way?”

Jeno nods as quickly as he can with your grip on his hair. Mark tugs at his leash, though. His collar lifts a little higher around his throat and pulls him away from your core.

“I don’t think so.” His voice is dark.

Jeno’s eyes are glossy and have a far-away look to them. He looks as though he may cry but also beg within the same breath. His lips are parted slightly, covered in his spit.

“Did the pup do something wrong, Markie?” You ask, slightly out of breath.

“Don’t you notice, darling?” Mark asks, pressing a small kiss into the juncture of your neck and shoulder. “He still hasn’t stopped.”

Your eyes travel to where Mark’s eyes are fixated. Jeno’s clearly humping your other boyfriend’s leg. Your eyes dilate, and your scent sharpens with lust.

“We can’t have that, can we?” You say with faux compassion,  your blonde ears flopping when you tilt your head. “We need to train our puppy. Shall we get started, Markie?”

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[completelyjae]

The first step — Jeong Jaehyun x Kim Jihye (oc)

ʚ genre: series (part one of ?), slow burn, angst, fluff word count: 902 content warnings: slight depression mentions

▸ summary: Jaehyun meets who offers him a glimpse of hope and the courage to take his first step toward healing, even if subconsciously.

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Jaehyun was tired. He felt like his soul was being drained, his body emptier as seconds ticked.

‘Can I get you anything?’ he heard the bartender in front of him ask. After pushing his mask slightly down and running a hand through his hair, he gave him a slight shake of his head, silently telling him all he needed to know. Jaehyun didn’t bother to look up at his surroundings since he walked in the bar, the nearest one from his apartment. Slightly tilting his chin upwards, he took in all the furniture that was softly lit by various candles and dim warm lights of the lamps scattered in almost every angle of the place. The thing he liked the most was the soft music playing, coming from a piano not too far away from him.

Still sitting on the small stool near others, he turned his torso to where the music was coming from. He noticed a figure, a female, sitting by the piano in a black dress adorning her body but leaving her back bare. With a mic in hand, her soothing voice sang accompanied by a melody he’s never heard, strangely captivating. Near her, a guy smoothly playing the piano, dressed in an elegant white shirt. Both of them would occasionally glance at each other and smile faintly, like they were in love.

Maybe soon it would be Jaehyun’s turn, but he wasn’t so sure of it; his last relationship lasted 2 years, but it all felt like wasted time — wasted effort, that came solely from him anyway.

Hearing a tap on the table, he turned his head. A man, probably as old as him, was looking at him with an intense gaze. ‘Want a drink? You seem down,’ he said. Curious but still careful, Jaehyun asked, ‘And you might be?’. ‘Taeyong. Lee.’ As he introduced himself, he turned his head to where the bartender was standing, ‘Two Manhattans’.

Jaehyun didn’t question him further and began waiting for the drinks, occasionally stealing glances at the mysterious figure who was still singing, only to find her already looking at him. ‘So — Taeyong initiated — have you found someone interesting yet? Or are you here just to get blackout drunk?’ He said, a smirk appearing as he spoke.

‘Neither, but probably the second option. I’m tired as hell, man.’ Jaehyun said, running a hand over his face. ‘May I ask why?’ Taeyong wondered, curiosity written across his face. He leaned on the table, ready to listen to what his new acquaintance had to say.

Jaehyun was taken off guard by the question. No one’s ever asked him something simple like how he felt, but he was ok with it — or at least he thought. Taeyong wondered if he overstepped any boundaries with his questioning, judging by Jaehyun’s slightly widened eyes, his hands fidgeting with the glass in front of him.

Jaehyun hesitated before speaking, carefully trying to word his thoughts without sounding like he was seeking attention. It was the last thing he wanted — seeming desperate for attention. ‘Work’s been really hectic and I feel… empty, if that makes sense.’ whispering the last part, Jaehyun wondered if he sounded pathetic in front of someone he’d just met. Did it make sense to open up to someone you barely know?

Leaning back on his stool, Taeyong seemed pensive, carefully choosing which words he would say next. ‘The emptiness feeling… you’ll get past it. I think we’ve all been there at one point, right? You just need something — or someone — that can fill the void, and… heal you. It’s easier said than done, but every step, no matter how small, is a step forward. Sic parvis magna’

Jaehyun traced with a finger the rim of his glass, reflecting on Taeyong’s words. Could someone be able to replace the overwhelming emptiness he felt? In the state he was in, it almost seemed impossible. He suppressed his emotions and his true self and hid behind his work overload, constant pressure and the need to get better. This was who he was: a man defined by his ambition, yet trapped by it; someone who wore productivity as a mask to hide the chaos within. After a minute of silence between the two, filled by the casual chatter of other people sitting nearby — and the girl’s beautiful voice — Jaehyun looked Taeyong in the eyes, finding nothing but genuine emotions and concern behind them.

‘I feel stuck, like I can’t escape the expectations I set for myself. I’m pressuring myself into what I want to be, even though it’s not who I am. And just when I think I’m finally making progress, everything I’ve built crumbles again, leaving me with nothing but what I’ve started with. Emptiness.’

‘The fact that you’re still trying, still pushing forward, shows strength — even if it doesn’t feel like it right now. Maybe it’s not about forcing yourself into what you think you should be, but finding what truly feels right for you.’ Jaehyun’s glance found yours once again. Could what felt right for him be right in front of him?

Turning again to Taeyong, he began, ‘Thank you, really. I don’t know what made you decide to approach me, but I’m thankful. You really do know the right things to say.’ he said, grinning. Maybe he was the first step: a good friend.

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[raibebe]

Genre: angst, horror(?), hurt and a little comfort, a dash of fluff Words: 2.359 Prompt: vampire Chenle featuring vampire Jeno

Warnings: vampires (duh), non-graphic blood and gore, implied murder, mentions of religion, mentions of exorcism, mentions of illness, mentions of pregnancy, they kinda burn down a house...

Summary: Chenle still hasn't got the feeding part down and grows frustrated with himself when Jeno only keeps showing him kindness despite how much of a mess he is and how others have it all figured out...

A/N: Happy belated birthday to my baby! Yes, he still is kind of a mess but he's getting better, I promise!

Non betaed, we die like women who do not want to bother their friend over and over again...

It had happened again. Chenle hadn’t meant for it to happen. He had been so careful. It shouldn’t have happened. He had followed all the advice that he’d been given but still… “Lele…” “I didn’t mean to.“ He heaved out, carelessly rubbing the tears from his eyes with his bloodied hands, messing up his appearance even more. “I know you didn’t,” Jeno cut him off softly, carefully stepping over the bodies scattered around the fledgling. “I don’t know what happened,” Chenle cried, his hands digging into the woman lying over his lap, her unseeing eyes wide in horror. “It’s okay,” Jeno tried to soothe him, prying Chenle’s hands open so he could take them in his, “You’re still young.” “It’s not!” “Sssh, Lele. This is all new to you-“ “It’s been half a year! And I still- I just- Jeno I-“ 

“Breathe,” Jeno ordered firmly, dropping to his knees in front of Chenle and cupping his face between his palms to force him to look at him, “Take some deep breaths.” “I don’t have to breathe anymore! That’s the whole issue!” “Chenle-“ “And you aren’t even my real sire! This won’t work!” Instead of lashing out and forcing the younger one into submission, Jeno’s gaze only softened. “That doesn’t mean I care any less for you,” he spoke quietly, wiping Chenle’s tears of frustration with his thumbs. “That’s not the issue!” The younger argued, “I’m a monster, Jeno. I can’t control any of it!” “Lele~ We can work through this. We will work through this,” Jeno promised, tenderly kissing Chenle’s forehead. And somehow that gesture was what snapped Chenle out of his rage. Like a puppet whose strings had been cut, he sank into Jeno’s embrace. 

“Breathe.” “I don’t have to anym-“ “Doesn’t mean that it won’t soothe you any less. Come on,” Jeno slowly took a deep breath in and out and Chenle followed one breath at a time and while he focused on that and on Jeno’s gentle hand stroking his back and through his hair, he felt his head clear. The remaining bloodlust only became a small nagging voice in the back of his mind instead of a screaming monster and he felt like he could finally see colors other than red again. 

“I’m sorry for yelling,” he mumbled eventually, winding his arms around Jeno’s waist and squeezing him tightly. “I know how frustrating this can be but you’re so strong, Lele.” “Minhyung said he had it under control by now…” “Is that why you freaked out? Because of Minhyung?” “I just don’t understand why-“ “Every vampire is different. And you had a rough start,” Jeno explained slowly, “Fledglings usually don’t survive if their sire dies so shortly after their transition. They rely on the bond to even out their emotions and yours was severed not even a day into your transition.” “I know that. And I should rely on you and the others to help but- I just. I just black out. I don’t know what to do.” Chenle’s voice got smaller the longer he spoke, nothing more than a whisper at the end. “Lele, none of us were good at feeding right away. I’ve killed more people than I can count ever since I’ve been turned and Minhyung…” Jeno paused before he continued. “He should tell you his story yourself.” 

“Wow, you made a mess.” At the sound of a  new voice, Chenle shot up from the embrace, finding Minhyung standing in the doorway. “Did you do what I asked you to do?” Jeno cut off anything Chenle could have said, anger already swirling in his gut. “There is no one around and they haven’t noticed anyone missing yet,” the other confirmed. “Thank you,” his sire nodded. “I also brought new clothes.” “Take care of your brother, I’ll take care of this. There is a washroom in the back.” With that, Jeno gently nudged Chenle towards Minhyung, his eyes barely curving into crescents as he gave Chenle an encouraging smile. 

Chenle already knew what would happen next, it had happened one too many times already. He would get cleaned up and Jeno would set the house on fire, getting rid of all the evidence. Covering up the mess he had left behind yet again. “Come on,” Minhyung urged him to move when he couldn’t stop staring at the mess of blood and gore in the sitting room: Disfigured corpses and severed limbs thrown around. He couldn’t even remember how all these people had gotten into the house. In the washroom, Minhyung had already filled a basin with water and Chenle quickly stepped out of his bloodied clothes. They’d be burned as well. 

“Sit down,” the older vampire told him and Chenle followed. He didn’t notice that the water must have been freezing cold as Minhyung ran the sponge over his chest to wipe at the dried blood. “Chenle,” he eventually spoke up when he had moved on to his arms, “I didn’t tell you the whole truth about my transition. It wasn’t as smooth as it may have seemed.” “What? You also regularly blacked out and wiped out entire families?” Chenle asked bitterly, evading Minhyung’s bright eyes. He couldn’t handle the pity he’d find in them. He liked Minhyung but hadn’t really managed to bond with him because he always felt like the older was pitying him. “More like an entire village.” “What?” Despite his supernatural hearing, Chenle couldn’t believe his ears. This couldn’t be right. Not Minhyung. If there was an entry of the word “control” in the dictionary, a portrait of Minhyung would be right next to it. Chenle couldn’t even imagine him accidentally spilling blood while feeding let alone killing a bunch of people. 

Minhyung just shook his head and dunked the sponge in the red water again to keep on cleaning Chenle. “I was the son of a pastor,” he began explaining, “My family lived in a small village and we were a tight-knit community, helping each other where we could. A new family had recently moved into one of the farmhouses not too far from us and I went to greet them. The mother told me that they had to flee from their home because the townspeople wanted to kill her son. Of course, I was shocked and asked if he had done anything evil. She must have known I was the pastor’s son, so in a hushed voice she admitted that she thought that her son was possessed.” At that, Chenle snorted. Jeno had explained to him that humans went mad for many different reasons but that he didn’t know of any supernatural being that was able to slip into another body. Minhyung only splashed water at him for interrupting his story. “Long story short, my father tried to exorcise the kid. And it seemed to work, he was speaking to us in tongues and would trash around as if he was in pain during the sessions. But during one of the sessions, he bit me. At first, it wasn’t anything bad. But the bite got infected and instead of bringing me to the physician, my father was afraid the demon had transferred to my body.” “So he exorcised you instead of treating the wound?” 

With a bitter smile, Minhyung nodded. “The wound got worse every day and I lost more and more of my strength. He had me convinced that I was actually possessed so I prayed every night for God to help me. And well- God didn’t listen. Maybe he did. But instead of an angel, Jeno found me one night. He was just passing through the village, on the run from his sire and he offered to help me.” “But why did he turn you? Couldn’t his blood have healed you?” “He feared that his blood wasn’t strong enough, he was only a couple of decades old,” Minhyung explained. “So he turned you.” 

“He turned me and I resented being a vampire - a night terror. My religion knew of many demons and I had become one. My father was over the moon that I had healed, that the demon had left my body. But I knew it wasn’t the case. I had become the demon. I resented everything Jeno tried to teach me. I resented him. Now I know that he’d slip me animal blood to sustain me the first weeks but we all know that’s not enough, especially for a fledgling.” 

“So you snapped..?” Chenle guessed, grabbing onto Minhyung’s hands when he began to tremble. “I told Jeno to leave me, that I would be fine by myself. I threatened to stake him and he just gave up. Through the bond, I could feel his hurt but he respected my wishes and left me alone. The days went by and my bloodlust got worse and worse. Whenever someone just as much as cut themselves with a knife, I could smell it and feel the pull. It drove me mad until one day-” He cut himself off with a sigh before continuing. “One day a woman came to my father because she had been disowned by her family but she was about to give birth. There- There was so much blood, Chenle. I couldn’t keep it together. I just walked into the room with some towels and the next thing I remember is that Jeno was holding me in the center of the village and I was surrounded by bodies. I truly had become the demon that I already was convinced I was.” 

For a while, it was quiet in the small washroom aside from the sponge moving over Chenle’s body and the splashing of the dirty water. “So yeah… After finally admitting to myself that this was who I was now, I learned to control it,” Minhyung concluded the story. “And you never blacked out like that again?” “I force myself to remember what I did. I’m keeping the memories of the people I killed close. So it won’t happen again.” 

“I- I don’t know how to do that. I didn’t know any of these people and-” “I’m not saying that this is what you should do, Chenle,” Minhyung interrupted the younger, “It’s just what has worked for me. I remind myself of what happens when I’m not in control of the demon.” For a moment, Chenle stayed quiet, letting Minhyung scrub at the dried blood on his hands. “I- I killed my mother and potentially my whole family,” he eventually admitted, “I never figured out if I got to all my siblings.” “Did you have a lot?” “Five sisters. One who was older and four younger.” “No brothers?” “No, I was the only heir to the throne.” “And you never went back to claim it?” “I don’t think it would be wise,” Chenle mumbled, “And Jeno agreed that it would be better if I didn’t go back there until everyone who could have known me is dead.” “That’s what he told me too but even then, I never went back.” 

“I just want us all to be safe,” Jeno joined in on the conversation, leaning against the doorframe. “We’ll have to leave town because of this, don’t we?” “I don’t think people will suspect us. Houses accidentally burn down all the time, especially if there was a celebration of some sort,” Jeno mused. “And you chose a pretty remote spot to go on a killing spree,” Minhyung joked which earned him a good-natured shove from the younger. With a smile, Jeno watched the two bicker for a while. He was glad that they were getting along and he wished that Chenle could lean more onto Minhyung after this. 

“Let’s get going, boys,” Jeno gently broke up their bickering, “Get dressed.” With a smile on his face, Minhyung handed Chenle the clean clothes he had brought so he could quickly make himself presentable. With a smile on his face, Jeno guided the two younger out of the house. “Can we watch?” Chenle asked quietly and timidly reached out for Jeno’s hand. “Wouldn’t a bonfire be more fitting?” He smiled. “I want- I want to remember this night,” the fledgling replied sheepishly. “Of course,” Jeno nodded and gently kissed his forehead, “I’m glad you’re letting us help you.” With all the fresh blood in his system, Chenle felt it rush to his face and warm up his cheeks in a way he couldn’t really grasp. 

“You could have me convinced that he actually is your sire,” Minhyung giggled and tugged Chenle down to sit in the grass at a safe distance away. “What?” “I know that look.” “What look?” “You adore him and I can’t blame you,” Minhyung smiled, ruffling Chenle’s hair when he only opened and closed his mouth without any words coming out. “It’s okay. I understand,” he mumbled, the flames of the house reflecting in his big eyes, “I’ve been there. When feelings are hard to put a name to.” “You make it sound like I’m in love with him,” Chenle tried to deflect the comment, keeping his eyes on Jeno’s form coming towards them, illuminated by the fire. Like this, he actually did look like the powerful creature he was and not like a tame puppy. “You didn’t deny it,” Minhyng only singsonged, leaning back on his elbows to watch the fire. 

Before Chenle could think of a witty answer, Jeno let himself fall into the grass on his other side. “Enjoy before the townspeople take notice,” he smiled. “Y-Yeah.” God, Chenle wanted to punch Minhyung for snorting at his stuttering. He didn’t even know why he stuttered. Chenle didn’t stutter, like ever. Jeno wasn’t that special anyway. When he sneaked a glance at the older vampire with his skin illuminated by the warmth of the fire and he only felt his face warm up even further, he - of course - blamed it on the heat of the fire that was consuming the house. And of course, his breath didn’t instinctively hitch when Jeno interlocked their fingers because he was a serious hand holder. 

Stupid Minhyung for putting stupid ideas in his head right after they had bonded over being crazy killers. 

[solarismp3]

Love yuta and I really love the album out of all the solo’s in nct his is definitely my favourite but the roll out feels so underwhelming like nobody is talking about it it’s as if he didn’t JUST release a solo album

[fae-renjun]

...AND EVERY CHRISTMAS AFTER — o.so

PAIRING oh sion x fem!reader ── .✦ GENRE childhood friends to lovers, fluff, very mild angst ── .✦ WARNINGS just kissing, the most fluff i've ever written ── .✦ SYNOPSIS in which you’ve spent every christmas growing up with sion, and if you’re lucky, you’ll spend every christmas after with him too. ── .✦ A/N this is my entry for the @k-films 2024 advent calendar! ── .✦ WC 1.4k+

⋆⁺₊❅.─ 25th december 2024, 11:27am

It’s Christmas day, and the whole house is alive and in a hurry. Shouts of “mom, where’s my sweater?” and “get out! I need to use the bathroom!” fill the air, drowning out George Michael’s voice in Last Christmas as it plays from the living room speakers. Frantic relatives rush through the hallways past fairy lights and fake wreaths to get ready for the guests to arrive. It’s the first year in your life that the guests haven’t stayed over on Christmas eve. 

“Y/N, can you make me hot chocolate?” shouts Sakuya from the floor above. “Why would I?” you reply to the brother in question. “I’ll do your dishes tonight.” “Deal.”

While you stir away at the two cups of hot chocolate in front of you, it becomes difficult to get your mind off the foreboding you’d felt in the pit of your stomach since waking up that day. You love your family, you really do. Winter break has been beyond fun with your cousins in town. But just this once you wish you could spend Christmas at your friend’s party instead. Just so you could avoid him. You still don’t have it in you to face him. Not after last December.

Almost as if your thoughts hold summoning powers, the doorbell rings, “Kids, come to the living room, they’re here!”

You walk out of the kitchen to face the family of your mother’s best friend, including her son: Oh Sion. The boy you hadn’t seen since new years, when you took a chance and kissed him and he didn't kiss back. The boy who stared back in disbelief after you pulled away which was more than enough to add to your mortification. The boy you’d made every effort to avoid all year.

⋆⁺₊❅.─ 24th december 2016, 7:54pm

“They’re so stupid, why would they use that door?”

“The point of the movie is that they’re stupid Sion.”

“Okay, but-”

Before the argument you’re having over Home Alone can go on any longer, your mother shushes both of you, “be quieter, everyone else is trying to watch the movie too.”

You lock eyes with Sion and then both of you turn back to your mother, “Now you’re just lying mom.”

“Yeah Mrs.L/N, it’s a kids movie, none of the adults here care. Not even you.”

“And Saku isn’t even old enough to know what’s going on.”

Your mother reopens her mouth as if to say something, but then seems to change her mind, smiling at the two of you and shaking her head. The two of you turn back to the movie as she turns to Sion’s mom, saying something about how no matter how much the pair of you bickered, you had a habit of standing up for yourselves together. If nine-year-old you cared to listen, you would have heard them say they hoped you two stayed this way forever.

It’s Christmas eve, you’re sitting next to a boy you would realise you loved 5 years later, and your mothers already think you are meant to be. 

⋆⁺₊❅.─ 25th december 2024, 12:02pm

Since he got here, you had avoided eye contact, excused yourself to finish making hot chocolate, excused yourself to go to the bathroom, excused yourself to set up the lunch table. Alas, there were only so many excuses you could make before being forced to sit in the living room with everyone else. By some Christmas miracle, when you got there the only open seat was the one right next to Sion.

Sion shifted to the side, making more space for you to sit, but instead you maneuvered yourself to sit on the carpeted floor right next to the Christmas tree. You manage to get through a lot of the wait time before lunch by eating candy, drinking your hot chocolate, only speaking when asked a question (usually “yes my studies are going great” or “yes, I've started looking at a few colleges”), and most importantly by looking everywhere except at him. Yet, your mother just had to shatter your nearly flawless streak of avoidance.

“Y/N, why don’t you get some hot chocolate for Sion too?”

⋆⁺₊❅.─ 25th december 2021, 1:27am

“Shhh, they’ll hear!” you whisper-yelled at him.

“I didn’t even say anything!” 

You just shook your head in response and reached over to redirect the light from the phone in his hand to the stairs in front of you, tiptoeing down, hoping the wood underfoot won’t creak. The boy next to you grabs your hand with his free one, pulling the two of you closer together than you were before. You stare at the hands and then at his face.

Sion leans to reach your ear to whisper, “I thought I heard something from upstairs.”

All you do is nod in response and continue carefully making your way down. Sion’s face stays close to yours, his hand continues to envelope your own.

You reach the entrance to the kitchen at the bottom of the stairs, turning on its lights. Sion takes his hand off yours, coughing awkwardly as he moves away and turns off his phone's flashlight. You head to the shelf in the furthest corner, getting on your toes in an attempt to reach the cookies right at the top. Sion approaches from behind leaning over you to reach the cookies easily. The gesture and the proximity make your fourteen-year-old heart flutter.

He takes a seat on the floor, placing the cookies down, just as you do the same with the cola you pulled out of the fridge. 

“I can’t imagine a Christmas without you. Or uh- you know. Without all of this,” he says quietly.

“Me neither,” you respond, just as quietly.

It’s Christmas day, you’re sitting on your kitchen floor with a boy, and you’re beginning to realise you may not just have a silly crush on him. You might just be in love. 

⋆⁺₊❅.─ 25th december 2024, 12:27pm

The kitchen has always been just out of earshot of the main living room area. The voices of both of your families fade into the background as the two of you walk in, the rapid beating of your heart becoming louder by the second and filling your ears. You start making the hot chocolate as he leans on the counter next to you, trying (and failing) to meet your eyes. 

“You’ve been avoiding me. Not just today, all year. Since new year’s.”

“I don’t really want to talk about new year’s.”

“Hm?” he hums with a questioning tone.

You stop stirring, finally meeting his eyes, “It was just- you know. A mistake. Drank a little too much. Won’t happen again.”

“We only had one beer each that night. I know your tolerance is higher than that. And I’d like it to happen again.”

There’s a pause. You process what he’s just said to you. Sion can tell by the look on your face that the cogs are turning in your head and a smirk begins to form on his face.

“Oh.” 

He nods, then after another pause you continue, “But you didn’t kiss back.”

“Because I was surprised! You’ve got to give a guy a second to figure out what’s going on before you assume the worst,” he shakes his head in mock disappointment while he smiles at your stunned expression, “I was surprised you liked me back.”

“You liked me?” “I might actually be in love with you.”

“Oh,” your voice now reduced to a whisper out of shock, “I might be in love with you too.”

Now your body turns to face him fully, just as his hand moves to your cheek. He leans down, his lips meeting yours as your hands go to his sides, grabbing his sweater. You’ve kissed people before but with Sion it’s different (especially when he kisses back). You pull apart for breath, “Ok now this is our first kiss, the new year's one doesn't count.” You laugh in response, “Deal.”

Sion engulfs you in a hug, the warm kind he’s always given you. His arms wrap around your waist as yours encircle his neck. As you hug the two of you confess how much you missed each other all year. When the hug breaks he kisses you again and you can feel the smile on his lips.

All of a sudden your attention is brought back to your previous task, realising the hot chocolate must be getting cold. Sion watches you with adoration in his eyes as you turn back to the counter to finish stirring. The adoration has always been there, you’re just beginning to notice it.

It’s christmas day, you’re standing in your kitchen with the boy you love, and you finally know he loves you just the same. You’re excited for new years day, and every christmas after, because each one will be spent with him.

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genre fluff , established relationship , yangyang x fem!reader   cw reader has tattoos , very whipped reader but who wouldn't be for yangyang , not proofread   wc 476   request @planetkiimchi for yangyang + matching tattoos for the 3k event   note FINALLY IM WRITING FOR WAYV EJKDJFKSD YAY their masterlist has literally been sitting in my drafts SINCE MARCH. insane but here we are finally   net @kstrucknet @ncity-net

“You really don’t think things through, do you?” 

“I thought it through! It just only took 5 seconds of thought before I was sure!” Yangyang said, a big grin on his face as he looked at the mirror. A few weeks ago, you had gotten his name tattooed on your collarbone. It was supposed to be a secret surprise for his birthday, but he found out about it before then. 

Today, he had come home from work with a mischievous grin on his face and you just knew he had done something spontaneous. Sure enough, he led you to the bathroom, discarded his shirt, and showed you the matching spot where he had gotten your name freshly inked. 

You had multiple tattoos on your arms, collarbone, and stomach. Anywhere you wanted, really. But your boyfriend only had one small one on his arm, easily coverable with makeup whenever necessary for his job. Although he liked the idea of getting more and absolutely adored yours, it wasn’t as simple for him as it was for you. 

“Are you sure this is even okay? Your makeup artists aren’t gonna be happy when they have to cover it up for every shooting,” you mumbled, inspecting the tattoo closer. Your heart jumped at the sight. It did look really good. You couldn’t lie and say you weren’t obsessed with the matching set. 

“They won’t have to cover it if my shirt already does,” Yangyang pointed out.

“Since when do you ever wear a shirt?” 

“True.”

Your giggles filled the room, eyes switching from staring at your boyfriend’s face to eyeing the tattoo on his chest. Yangyang raised an eyebrow.

“You look like you’re about to take a bite out of me. You like it that much?” You nodded. 

“It looks good. Really good. Are you trying to make me fall in love with you all over again, Liu Yangyang?” 

He grinned. “Is it working?” 

“A bit too well.” 

The more you stared at the black ink on his collarbone, the more you felt the heat travelling up your neck, making your face feel hot and heart beat out of control. How did one tattoo make your boyfriend a million times hotter? Perhaps if it was a joking tattoo like most men his age got, you wouldn’t have even blinked at it. But he chose your name to get permanently inked on his body, right over his heart. You weren’t the sappy type of couple, but you almost felt like crying.  

“Breathe, Y/n. It’s just a tattoo,” Yangyang laughed, cupping your face, forcing you to look at his eyes again. You rolled your eyes. 

“Now you’re exaggerating. I was in no danger of not breathing.” 

“You will be soon,” he said, smiling slyly before his lips found yours. 

And he certainly kept his word, kissing you until you were breathless.

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[mint-yooxgi]

Kinktober Day 12 - Yandere!Demon!Kun + Oral Fixation

Anonymous Said: Hello! For Kinktober, can I request Yandere Demon Kun + Oral Fixation, please? Thanks 🐈‍⬛💕 A/n: I tried something a little different for this one, so I hope you enjoy! Warnings/Genre/Rating: 18+ MDNI - Smut, Mature, Established Relationship, Yandere, Possession, Monster Features Word Count: 677 Kinktober 2024 Mini Masterlist

The sound of heavy breathing fills the room, low moans accompanying every exhale. Kun’s eyes flutter shut, tossing his head back as he feels you hum around him. His whole body twitches, hand cupping the back of your head gently as his claws caress your skin. He may be ready to shred something apart from the way you keep him just on the edge, but always, his touch will be as delicate as a flower when it comes to you.

“Fuck- Princess,” Pitch black eyes meet your innocent gaze. “You love having this cock down your throat, don’t you?”

A moan of agreement reverberates around him, your eyes fluttering shut in bliss.

“Such a Good Girl for me…” He coos, fingers gently massaging the back of your head.

Blinking your eyes open, you flick the tip of your tongue against his slit, shifting to suckle just the head of his cock between your lips. Your one hand rests on his thigh, nails biting into his skin as you use the other to stroke over what you no longer hold in your mouth.

Releasing him with a wet pop, you grip him firmly by the base. Leaning in, you trace your tongue up a prominent vein, teasingly flicking against his tip each time you reach it.

Low groans greet your ears, the spaded tip of his tail flicking contently in the air behind him. His thighs tense, tossing his head back once more as he feels you beginning to place wet, open mouthed kisses along the underside of his cock.

“You make it hard to last, My Sweet.” He moans, stomach clenching as you bring your hand up to begin massaging his balls.

A low giggle is all he gets in response, your lips quirking upwards in a pleased smile.

“I like watching you fall apart for me.” You coo, stroking over him a few times before circling your fist over the head of his cock. “Makes me feel good, knowing what I can do to you.”

“I’ll fall apart for you as many times as you’d like. Just for you. You and only you.” He pants, hips jerking into your touch. “Fuck- Just like that…”

Your eyes glint mischievously, leaning into him once more. Not even a moment later, you’re wrapping your lips around him, suckling the tip into your mouth as your tongue flicks against his slit. Your hand pumps over him steadily, beginning to bob your head along his length.

Pleased hums reverberate against him as you hollow your cheeks. Your tongue caresses over him with each stroke, swirling over his shaft as your hand continues to cup his balls.

“Gonna come-“ His voice hitches, hips lifting into you as he holds you firmly by the back of your head.

You can feel his cock twitch against your tongue, and with one final cry of your name, he’s bursting down your throat.

Every drop of him, you eagerly swallow. Your eyes flutter in bliss as you hear him moaning, low curses and growls escaping him as he thrusts lightly into your mouth. Your tongue continues to lave over the length of his cock, happily letting him fuck your mouth as his whole body shakes beneath your touch.

Finally, he settles back into his chair, the tip of his tail twitching as his chest heaves. His eyes are hooded over, moaning as you release him with a wet pop.

“You’re pure perfection, Princess.” He pants out, hand slipping around to cup the side of your face gently. “Only I get to experience you.”

“Only you.” You hum in agreement, tongue darting out over the corner of your lip.

Innocently, you blink up at him with wide eyes, watching as he attempts to compose himself. Only, your hand begins slowly pumping over him once more.

A choked moan of your name escapes him.

“Shhh,” You coo at him, leaning in to flick your tongue over his slit as he begins to grow hard in your hand again. “I didn’t say I was finished with you just yet.”

[sillyabtmusic]

The Bat - Hendery & Yuta

[all-about-kyu]

Summary: After a harsh storm, there’s always a rainbow. Pairing: cashmere lop hybrid!Jaemin x fem human!reader Tropes: established relationship, hybrid au, parent au,  Genre: fluff, angst Rating: PG Warnings: grief, anxiety, jealousy(?), mentions of breastfeeding, mentions of periods, crying, doctor’s office (obstetrician) Word Count: 2,105 Note: thank you to my darling @raibebe for beta reading this 💕

Cashmere Lop Jaemin masterlist || Neo Hybridverse masterlist

Before You Interact

The past few months have been hard. Since your miscarriage in May, it’s been hard to process much. Of course, you’re still the best mom you can be to Miyoung. When Haeyoung, Donghyuck’s daughter, was born in September though it was harder than you could’ve expected it to be. You and Donghyuck are friends, but seeing the small Shiba hybrid made your heart wrench in the saddest way possible. Despite being beyond happy for the couple, you couldn’t help but remember that your little girl was supposed to be born just two months later but would never arrive.

Still, despite that pain you and Jaemin’s relationship still thrives. Between long hours at the hospital and your darling one-year-old, you still find time for each other. You’ve expressed to your husband that you don’t particularly want to get pregnant again for a while. The grief that still wracks your body is hard as it is. Of course, you’d be happy if you did anyway. You still want more kids, and so does he. That lingering anxiety of not having a viable pregnancy is terrifying, though.

About a month after you met Donghyuck’s little girl, you started noticing small things changing. You’ve needed to use the bathroom a lot more often than normal. Typically, that wouldn’t bother you. After having Miyoung, it was a common occurrence; this was even more frequent than normal though. Then the tenderness in your chest started. Miyoung hasn’t nursed in a while, but you still supplement her diet with milk via bottle. She’s completely refused it the past week. After a bit of research, you learned that a baby will only refuse breastmilk if there’s a hormonal change in the mother. That’s when you start to panic. The panic solidifies further when you miss your period.

That night, while Jaemin was taking care of Miyoung, you went grocery shopping and bought a few pregnancy tests just to rule it out. Part of you hopes you’re not. The fear of miscarrying again is far too high. By the time you get home, you find Miyoung passed out on your husband’s chest while her favorite movie plays on the TV.

“Everything okay, love?” Jaemin asks quietly.

You nod, “Really tired, that’s all.”

Jaemin maneuvers his way to stand up and walk over to you. Miyoung still passed out on his shoulder.

“You’ve been really tired recently. You should get some more rest between shifts.” he worries, placing a kiss on your temple.

“I will. You get this little one to bed, and I’ll take care of the groceries, okay?”

Jaemin nods. His blueish-grey bunny ears swish with the movement. When the fur of his ear hits Miyoung slightly, the smaller tan hybrid whines and snuggles closer to her dad’s scent gland at the base of his neck. You place a kiss on your daughter’s head before kissing your husband one more time. 

You busy yourself with putting the groceries away. Once everything is put where it’s meant to be, you see the box of tests staring back at you. Worrying on your lower lip, you shove the boxes in your (Jaemin’s) hoodie pocket and bolt into the bathroom. Even with the bathroom door now securely closed, you feel the anxiety bubble up inside you. You look at your reflection in the bathroom mirror, and your eyes instantly fall to the necklace around your neck. Jaemin had it made after your miscarriage. The caps to the pregnancy tests you took were crushed up, and put in resin to make small pendants. One charm is blue, while the other is pink. Taking it in your hand, you swirl the pendants between your fingers. A few deep breaths later, you shakily take a test out of the box and get the process started.

Normally it takes a while to have the results show in your past experiences with pregnancy tests. This time though, the moment the test touches the bodily fluid, there are two dark pink lines. An odd mix of anxiety and excitement swirls in your chest. You shake your head and take another test out of the box just to ensure it wasn’t a false positive. That, too, instantly shows two very dark pink lines indicating your pregnancy.

“Sweetheart, are you okay? You’ve been in there a while.” You hear Jaemin call through the door.

“Y-yeah,” You call back, “I’ll be out in a minute.”

You put the caps on the tests and hide them in your makeup before opening the door. Jaemin is still there waiting for you.

“Where are they?” He asks too calmly.

“What’re you talking about, Jaem?” You chuckle weakly.

“The tests. I saw them in the grocery bag.”

He brings a hand up to your necklace and plays with the charms. Small tears start to well up in his eyes before he looks back at you again.

“I know you’re scared. I can smell them, and I just want you to be honest with me.” He sniffles.

“Jaem…” you start.

“I’m scared too. After…” he can’t bring himself to finish the sentence, “Maybe this is our little rainbow again. Miyoung is a rainbow, and maybe…”

You take his hand off of your necklace and guide him into the bathroom. After rooting through your makeup, you hand him both tests. Jaemin’s grey ears flop down in his face as he looks down at the two very obviously positive pregnancy tests. He sniffles a few more times before throwing himself toward you in a hug.

“Another little rainbow.” He muses through a few sniffles.

You wrap your arms tight around his neck, “A little rainbow.”

After the emotional night that was discovering your pregnancy, you do everything in your power to stay healthy and keep your baby safe. You talked with your supervisor about your hours and wanting to take a few less just to reduce any possible stress you may experience. Of course, being rather close with your supervisor, she’s very understanding. She was the one who helped you get into the hospital during your last miscarriage, and often times she’ll bring over her little girl, Azumi, to play. Azumi is six while Miyoung is only a year and a half old, but they still play as though they’re the same age. When Doyoung brings Soomin and Taehyun around, the four are nearly inseparable. Your supervisor recently adopted a second child, Haruto, but he still needs a bit to warm up to his sister and parents before being introduced to more kids.

Jaemin’s been waiting on your hand and foot to make sure you’re comfortable. Every time Miyoung acts like you’re a jungle gym, you swear you can see him cringe in concern. Even though this is your second child (and fourth pregnancy), you’ve never seen Jaemin so hellbent on making sure you’re not doing anything you don’t need to.

At the current moment, you, Jaemin, and Miyoung are getting ready for your obstetrician appointment. The anxiety that grows in you is still very much present. The last time you got to this point in your pregnancy, you miscarried. Today you’re finding out the sex of your baby. Unlike last time, the Lee family is unable to watch Miyoung, and you can’t find it in you to ask anyone else to take on that task for you. From your previous appointments, it’s clear that your baby is growing well and healthy. Their heartbeat is strong, and that’s all you could hope for right now. Even with that knowledge, though, the fear of miscarrying lingers.

“You ready?” Jaemin asks softly.

You watch Miyoung toddle ahead of you, walking up to the doctor’s office. A smile grows on your face seeing the excitement in her movement accompanied by the bouncing of her fluffy tan ears.

“Honestly?”

“Always.”

“I’m terrified. What if we get in there and find out that…”

“Darling, don’t worry about that. We’ve seen on every single visit that they’re healthy.”

“That doesn’t mean things can’t-”

Jaemin kisses you to stop your words, “Trust that everything will work out. We’re doing everything we can to ensure you and the baby are healthy.”

Despite his words, you can see the distant flicker of worry in his eyes. He gives you a gentle smile before zooming forward to lift your daughter off the sidewalk. Your one-year-old squeals with joy as her day swings her through the air as they climb the stairs. That interaction alone made warmth bloom in your chest.

Once you’re called back and situated in the office, you try to explain to Miyoung what’s happening. Only being one, she’s very confused about why her mommy has clear jelly on her belly, and she doesn’t. When your doctor walks in, you watch as Miyoung waddles over to her.

“Hello, little one.” she chuckles, “I haven’t seen you since the day I delivered you.”

“Jelly.” she pouts.

“Huh?”

You hear Jaemin stifle a laugh.

“Jelly. Want jelly, too.” your daughter huffs.

“Oh,” your doctor chuckles, “Mommy needs the jelly to see the baby. You don’t have any babies in your belly, silly girl.”

“Mimi, come here. We get to find out if you’re having a brother or sister today!” Jaemin enthuses.

Miyoung immediately toddles over to her dad and climbs up onto his lap. Your doctor goes through the standard procedures that you’ve heard a million and one times. Still, when the wand touches your belly, you jump at the cool metal. The machine is muted, you can’t hear your baby’s heartbeat, and that makes your anxiety jolt inside you.

“That’s odd.” Your doctor states.

“Please don’t tell me…”

“Oh, dear, no, no, no. They’re healthy. They both are.”

“Both?” Jaemin asks, voice hopeful.

“Both.” She conforms.

She turns the monitor, and you can see two babies facing each other. Both have rabbit ears developing on the top of their heads. At the bottom of the screen, you can see both heartbeats, strong as can be. You turn toward Jaemin and see the tears brimming his eyes. Miyoung wiggles in his hold and turns around to hold his face in her tiny hands.

“Daddy sad?” she questions, clearly very worried as to why her dad is about to cry.

“No, baby. I’m not sad.”

She gives him a confused look before nuzzling her cheek against his. He smiles brightly and holds her close to his body.

“Would you like to know what they are?”

“Please.” You nod, trying not to cry.

“Looks like baby A,” she starts, pointing at the first one, “is a girl. And baby B is a boy.”

This time, Jaemin can’t hold back his tears. He cries openly, and Miyoung does her best to tell her daddy not to be sad. She still hasn’t grasped the concept of happy tears yet. You smile brightly and wipe away a few stray tears of your own. Your doctor congratulates you and reassures you that both twins are healthy and developing normally. After resituating your clothing, you take your ultrasound pictures, and the three of you head back to the car.

“Miyoung’s excited.” Jaemin muses, keeping his eyes on the road.

“I know. She’s going to be a great big sister.” You smile, taking Jaemin’s free hand in yours.

“I’ve been thinking of a few names already.” Jaemin smiles, “I personally don’t want them to have coordinating names… it feels tacky.”

“I agree.” You chuckle.

“I like Seojun for our little boy. I know we haven’t seen him yet, but I think it’ll suit him.”

You look back at Miyoung when you hear her whine slightly in her sleep. She’s perfectly fine. She just got annoyed with her fluffy ear getting in her way again. You chuckle slightly before looking back to your husband. His eyes are still trained on the road, but his side profile is enough to have you swooning.

“For our second little girl?” You ask.

“Chaewon.”

“You’ve had a list of baby names for a while, haven’t you?” “Of course! We’ve always planned to have more than just Miyoung, I had to be prepared!”

“I like both of those names. They’re already perfect, I know it.”

Jaemin gives a curt nod, “Glad we’re on the same page.”

You giggle before falling into silence. There’s something lingering in the air still. The excitement is palpable, but there’s something melancholic that lies below it.

“You’re still scared something’s going to happen.” He notes.

“You are too.” You deflect.

“With two of them, it feels like more can go wrong.” He sighs, “We’ll do everything we can to protect our double rainbow, right?”

“Right.” You smile, “Our little double rainbow.”

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