#skz hyung line x black reader

[huunni]

★ — “ SHE'S BUSY. ”

who dis? skz, hyung line x BLACK!FEM! reader

huunni drops → cussing, changbin threatening to beat a nigga head in (as he should), WHAT ELSE I MISS?

[moon-ttokki-x]

Hey, how are you? May I ask for stray kids 9th member being a poliglot?

this was a cool request, ngl . . . i didn't do a traditional fic bc i like this format a lot, and plus, it's cuter that way >< also can we just appreciate the pretty purple theme guys

skz x 9th member!reader who can speak multiple languages

pairing: ot8!skz x 9th member polyglot!reader

summary: skz with a 9th member who is a polyglot.

genre: extremely fluffy, very cute stuff, pretty soft, some member x reader stuff, chaotic skz, naughty minho and maknaes, leader chan agenda, romantic hyune, reader who can read, write, and speak multiple different languages

a/n: interesting request . . . divider by @chachachannah

skz masterlist

Chan who wants you to teach him how to say lovely little phrases like 'i love you' and 'you are the light of my life' in different languages, asking you cutely with the biggest, cheesiest grin on his face. He goes around saying them to the other members, who don't understand what language he's talking in, and ignore him. But it doesn't matter, because now he feels like he has a little part of you with him wherever he goes. Is always fascinated as he watches you change languages in the blink of an eye. Makes a sweet sentence in one of your languages his bubble caption.

Minho who, on the other hand, asks you to teach him the dirtiest, filthiest phrases you can think of. They're too graphic to be put here, but some of the milder phrases include 'fuck you' and 'i hope you swallow spiders in your sleep'. Like Chan, he also goes around telling the members these sentences and grins the biggest you've ever seen because now he can swear without being caught. Sometimes does it on stage too, but really quietly just in case there's a couple Stays who actually understand what he's saying.

Changbin who watches in awe as you seamlessly transition between being on the phone, writing things down, and chatting with someone all at once while swapping languages. His head hurts after and he watches you quietly as you go about your usual business, not quite understanding how you do it. He learnt English with some a lot of difficulty, so he's stupefied by the fact that you've learnt not one but multiple languages, and can speak them all fluently. Always asking what you said after you switch back to a language he can understand.

Hyunjin who thinks up the cutest, sweetest, most romantic phrases on a whim, and after he asks how to say them in a language. So you tell him, thinking he's just curious. A few weeks later, you find a painting in your bedroom, a vase of your birth flowers and one of the phrases painted delicately in black across the bottom. He always asks what certain words mean, and asks you to translate random sentences. Has the biggest shine in his eyes as you sit down with him and tell him what all of the words mean, and how to say them. Stumbles through pronunciation but it's cute, so you kiss him as a reward.

Han who also asks what certain words mean, but more often than not, has a translating app open on his phone so he can find out for himself. Spends hours in secret trying to learn sentences by himself, and records himself saying the lines so he can check if he's saying them correctly. Like Changbin, is fascinated when you can switch languages just like that. Once said a rude phrase in front of his hyungs and got scolded because Chan actually understood what it meant (somehow). Got sentenced to 25 pushups as a punishment and never did it again.

Felix who buys workbooks and installs language-learning apps in a bid to try and communicate with you in your languages. Ends up spending over $400 just to spend hours upon hours studying them, much like he did when he was learning Korean. Doesn't notice when you sit down next to him and stroke his hair, he's so focused on learning your languages. Wants to communicate with you in every way he can. Refuses to talk to you in Korean or English until he gets fluent in at least two of your languages, and asks for kisses and hugs when he understands what you're saying to him.

Seungmin who sits in quiet fascination as you write in one language and talk on the phone in another. Isn't as forward in telling you that he wants to learn some of your languages, but definitely goes online and does his own research. Likes looking up the origins of each language and how the words were formed. Finds himself repeating little phrases he'd caught you saying that morning or the night before. Will never admit that he finds it fascinating that you can talk, read, and write in different languages, but nods and listens when you tell him all about it anyway, admiring the passion in your eyes with a warm heart.

Jeongin who learns weird phrases to catch you off guard, because he loves the speechless look on your face when you hear them. Is too shy to ask you outright to teach him your languages but also does research so he can learn himself. Recites off lines to the members and forces them to sit and listen so he can say them to you without messing up. Ends up wasting a lot of practice time, but he doesn't really care. Learns to write keywords and cute little sentences, and writes them in the margins of your notebooks to surprise you. Doodles love hearts and stars around each phrase.

a/n: very cute

[bbokicidal]

"As We Are" | SKZ [Hyung Line]

A two-part series (Hyung/Maknae Lines) inspired by Seungmin's new solo song on the Hop album, "As We Are" - where he leaves behind one passion to pursue another.

Genre: Fluff/Angst Pairing: SKZ Hyung Line x GN!Reader

아아, 조금 더뎌도 Even if I wander through the pitch-black, distant darkness 때론 어둠 속에 헤매이더라도 Let's run together until we reach that world, you and I

⋆｡‧˚ʚ Bangchan ɞ˚‧｡⋆

"I'm going to make you proud one day," Chris can't bring his voice above a whisper as he leans his forehead against your own. His cheeks streak with fresh, hot tears - burning down his skin and leaving salty trails in their wake. They break against your palms cupping his face and wet your skin until you wipe them away with your thumbs, as comforting to Chris as you always were. "I know you will, baby." Your own voice is choked; Full of soft sniffles at the knowledge that your boyfriend would be leaving and that you'd probably never see him again. "You're going to do so amazing," You lift your head, finally meeting his eye as he hiccups and sucks back a few tears. "And I can't wait to hear your music playing around the world. Just..." You sigh out and as Chris sees your eyes glitter with more tears, he wraps his arms tight around your shoulders to hug you close. He has maybe one more minute he can spare before he has to board his flight to Seoul - Where he'd be residing for God knows how long, working as a producer - showing his talent to the industry. "Be safe for me," You sigh into his shoulder, "I'll always be waiting here for you."

눈이 내리고 바람이 세서, 온몸이 떨리는 순간에도 Even when snow falls and the wind is so strong that my whole body trembles 뿌릴 내리고 가지를 뻗고, 하루 더 하루 더 기다리자 Let's spread our roots, reach out our branches, and wait one more day, one more day

⋆｡‧˚ʚ Lee Know ɞ˚‧｡⋆

Minho tugged on the handle of the suitcase, watching it spring from the box and up into his hand before locking into place. He blinks as the soft sound of padding on the hardwood fills his ears, looking up and letting his lips part at the sight of you - standing in front of him, still in your sleep clothes and searching his eyes for answers. He held his jacket under one arm, hand on his suitcase while the other held his phone. Shoes on, hat on - dressed comfortable for the bus ride to the airport and then flying countries away. All for a dream. You let out a small breath at the sight and Minho offers a shy smile where his lips barely quirk upward at the corners. "I'll see you soon, princess." Your body moves on it's own, brushing in closer to him until you could press a gentle, sleepy kiss to his lips. One that he'd never forget - because it would be your last together. For a really long time, at least. Minho smiles down at you once more. "I will see you again, princess. I promise."

As long as we stay, never go away 세상 가장 푸르른, 그런 날이 오길 꿈꾼다 I dream of the day when the world is vibrant and green

⋆｡‧˚ʚ Changbin ɞ˚‧｡⋆

"So this is it." Changbin turns from where Chris takes his duffle bag from his hand, letting go of the strap and facing you instead. He lets his eyes trail over your soft expression - sullen, a bit tired: sad to see him leaving for tour. He knew this would be the last time he'd see you - ever. You weren't his anymore after he stepped up into that bus, the two of you agreeing that long distance just wasn't something you could work through. Two years of relationship gone for a dream - and you really, truly couldn't blame him with his current booming success in the industry. He deserved to live the highlife with his new family. Changbin nods slowly, blinking a few times before extending one arm. You seem to instinctively melt into his front, hugging onto him. But it isn't tight, or warm. It feels distant already and if he's honest, he hates it. His arm wraps over your shoulders with care and he can feel you sigh against his chest. The moment he feels his shirt growing damp is when he knows he has to pull away, hand cupping your cheek to wipe your eyes free of tears. "It'll be okay."

그때 내 옆에 너가 있어서 이렇게 버틸 수 있었다고 Having you by my side made it possible to hold on through those times 기나긴 시간 외로움 없이 결국엔 이룰 수 있었다고 We could achieve it without feeling lonely through the long journey

⋆｡‧˚ʚ Hyunjin ɞ˚‧｡⋆

Hyunjin stared out the window of the bus as soon as he sat down, backpack in the seat beside him and headphones around his neck. The trip to the airport would be long, grueling - but then he'd be on his way to France to paint for a art institute he'd been in love with for the longest time; And he wouldn't be coming back for a long while. Now, though, he looks out at your soft smile, your eyes locked with his through the glass. It's hard for him to take in - the fact that you're not getting on the bus to go with him and share in his endeavors but he understands you have a whole life to live, even if he's not in the picture. The bus jerks to life and slowly begins to roll forward, Hyunjin's eyes widening. He watches as your figure begins to become distant and he can't stop himself from jumping out of his seat, rushing to the front of the aisle. "Wait, wait!" He gasps. The driver, although disgruntled and a bit annoyed, opens the doors to let the man out. And he takes off back towards you, sneakers hitting the sidewalk hard as he runs right back into your arms. You gasp out at being held by him one last time, holding onto him with care as he buries his face down into your neck and breathes heavy; Shaky, warm, and just a little scared. "I'm never going to forget you."

그렇게 우리, 그날에 우리 This is us from that day 세상 가장 푸르른 미소로 서로를 바라보자 Gazing at each other with the brightest smiles in the world

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@skz8love @annafee_bou @dreamyyyyystarrr @franbowesax @4skz4ever

[nitadllyss]

How it is to spend Valentine's Day with a skz member x Reader:

-Hyung line-

Genre: Fluff, Headcanon, too sweet.

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Bangchan:

• Chan is an old-school romantic.

• He prepared everything for a perfect romantic dinner at the best restaurant.

• He literally planned it for months.

Chan dressed up in a suit and saw you in the red form-fitting dress he specially bought for the occasion. He picked you up at 9, arriving at your house with a bouquet of roses and a diamond necklace.

When you arrived at the restaurant, he ordered wine for both of you and your respective dishes.

Throughout the dinner, he was flirty and affectionate. Every other word, he told you how beautiful you looked and how much he loved you.

• He is hopelessly in love.

• After dinner, he invited you to his place.

• Upon arrival, he showered you with sweet kisses.

• He invited you to take a shower in his bathtub, where the hot water mixed with the warmth of your bodies. He made sure to kiss you everywhere.

"Did you know I love you so much?" he said between kisses. "I love everything about you, your beautiful face," he kissed your cheek. "Your delicious neck," he gave you a kiss on the neck. "Your delicate back," he kissed your back. And he continued like this with your chest, arms, legs, hands, etc.

After that, you both went to bed together, and he didn't let go of you until it was necessary.

It was definitely a beautiful night.

Lee Know:

• Minho isn’t usually so demonstrative; for him, just being the two of you at home would be a perfect night, but he wanted to show off for you.

• "Hey, we’re going on a date early today. Wait for me, kitten." That’s all he said to you.

• He made a list of his favorite things; he didn’t feel like you had to do anything different just because of the date, just activities that both of you enjoyed together.

He picked you up at 10 AM, wearing a black hoodie and gray jeans, and wearing the matching bracelet you both have. His first stop was a cat café; you both stayed there for a while, laughing together and adoring the beautiful cats.

• Whenever he had the chance, he took photos of you.

The second stop was a convenience store (don’t judge him 🙏🏻). He picked up all sorts of snacks, and after that, you both would go to his house to watch anime. It might not seem fun, but watching him so focused would make you like it.

• He’d lay on top of your chest watching the anime, complaining whenever you stopped giving him hair strokes.

• When he got bored, he would start a playful kiss battle that would end with him biting your lip cutely.

• To finish the day, you both would make dinner together, him behind you, placing his hands on your waist, and you on his shoulder whenever you had the chance.

“Mmm, that smells good,” he said, burying his nose in your neck.

“But we’re just starting to cook,” you said, smiling lovingly.

“Who’s talking about the food?” He kissed your neck and continued cooking.

After dinner, he’d rush to his room, and when he returned, he’d hand you a bouquet of purple flowers and something you casually mentioned wanting. Maybe a stuffed animal, a dress, or anything. He literally bought it as soon as you mentioned it.

Changbin:

• He’s perfect :((

• He spent the night before with you, wanting to wake up and see you first.

• He told you that you were going out together, helped you dry your hair, do your makeup, and zipped up your dress.

• He’s the king of compliments: “How am I so lucky to be your boyfriend?” “Wow, are you real or just a figment of my imagination, the woman of my dreams?” and more sweet things that melt your heart <3.

He took you to a thousand expensive stores, bought things like perfumes, clothes, and jewelry, but what you didn’t know was that he was taking note of everything you touched to buy. When you saw him pay, you found a hundred items you hadn’t even considered.

• He took you on a quiet, non-fancy picnic.

• When he saw a street vendor passing by with flowers, he bought the entire basket.

“I’m not giving you this out of obligation or thinking that you can’t afford it. I just want to give the best to the best thing that happened to me in life,” literally a love arrow to the heart.

• By nightfall, he asked if you wanted to do something a little “silly”; he wanted a cliché sleepover night with skincare, movies, junk food, comfy clothes, and lots of cuddles.

You couldn’t stop laughing when you saw him in the pink face mask; you wanted to pinch his cheeks.

• You both watched a rom-com, and he hugged you the whole time.

• You ate the least healthy food and filled up until you were satisfied.

• You wore his clothes as pajamas, and he wore the comfiest thing he could find in his wardrobe.

• By the end of the night, you were curled up talking about random things.

Hyunjin:

• Literally love personified.

• He called you as soon as he woke up with “HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY, MY PRECIOUS!” He literally startled you.

• He sent his driver to pick you up and take you to his place.

• When you arrived, you saw him holding a bouquet of flowers and a painting of those flowers he painted himself.

“So that when they wilt, you can still see them.”

• He’d ask you to wait while he gets ready, and when you saw him, you’d notice he had matched his outfit with yours.

“I love how you dress, but I feel like something’s missing,” he said thoughtfully. Then he pulled out two matching necklaces from his pocket. “This completes the look,” he placed the necklace on you, and then on himself.

• He invited you to have tea on a terrace just for the two of you.

• It was lovely and cozy, literally perfect.

• He took a picture of your matching necklaces and set it as his wallpaper.

• As evening came, he invited you to dinner at a fancy restaurant, having wine and the most delicious food on the menu.

• When you both got back to his house, he gave you a painting of your eyes.

• He gave you a jar of letters and told you to read them only when you missed him. The letters were full of adoration. He also gave you a cute bear plush, and he got one for himself to hug when he wasn’t there, and one for you to hug when you missed him (he’s so clingy and sweet).

At his house, he stuck to you like glue and kissed you for hours. While you were talking, he would just stare at your lips and, without saying anything, kiss you passionately for a while. You both watched a movie, and he took every opportunity to kiss you in the middle of scenes. You listened to music from his playlist he made for your relationship, and he kissed you every time the song changed. You were both lying down, about to fall asleep, and he couldn’t resist kissing you a bit more. Even when you woke up in the middle of the night, he gave you a sweet kiss and went back to sleep next to you.

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English is not my first language, so if you notice any mistakes, let me know. 🙏🏻

It took me a while to post it, but I thought it was too good to discard.

If it goes well, I'll upload the Maknae version.💞

[hw4-l1z]

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Stray kids reaction to you having tattoos

Hyung line / Maknae line

Sub!skz x Dom!m!reader

Cw: slight size kink// choking// belly bulge// hand kink// punishment// pet play// mentions of cock stepping and spitting// scratching

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Han

Han would instantly be attracted to you when he met you. He thought you were the coolest person he had ever met and instantly started chatting you up.

You knew he'd be too scared to ever ask you out so you helped him out by asking him out yourself. Sungie was ecstatic to know that you returned the feeling and proceeded to go on the date with you. He'd be so giggly the whole time, his cheeks hurting from smiling so much.

You're big long tattooed hands would make him go feral evertime they gripped onto his tiny waist.

Evertime you'd give his waist or thighs a slight squeeze, he'd let out a soft, quite whimper. Sungie loves the feeling of your big, strong hands digging into his skin

Like many people do, he has a huge thing for your hands, especially your fingers. He loves the way they reach that spot inside him perfectly, rapidly moving in and out of him as you use your free hand to cover his mouth to prevent any of the members hearing

He'd want you to choke him, not to tight but not too soft. He absolutely loves watching you tightly grip his hips as you pound into him, watching the bulge form in his belly. He loves to trail his eyes down your stomach tattoos that stop right slightly about the base of your dick, it makes his head spin.

Felix

Felix never thought he'd be so attracted to someone who's quite the exact opposite of him, introverted and quiet, dark hair, multiple body tattoos and a couple of facial piercings, nails painted jet black, dark makeup around the eyes, alt styled clothing and multiple pieces of jewellery.

Your tattoos are what really drew him in, admiring the intricate details on your skin. You'd catch him staring, smirking slightly to yourself as you ask him if he wants a closer look. And ofc he'd never let down that offer.

Whilst he was checking out your hand tattoos he couldn't help but notice how big and veiny you hands were. He softly opened your hands and put his hand on top, giggling to himself when he saw the massive difference between the two. Lix knew his hands were small but my gosh your hands could probably fit both his fists in one.

As I mentioned before, Lix couldn't help but notice how big and veiny your hands were, the rings and tattoos only adding to the hotness.

He's been dreaming of you pinning both his wrists above his head while you fuck him into the mattress. These thoughts became so often that he eventually just told you about it, big beady eyes begging you to give him what he's been dreaming of.

Once you finally do pin his wrists he'd be a whining mess, thrusting his hips up in a needy, hungry way. He just wants to feel you close, whispering the filthiest things into his ear making his face flush bright. He loves how deep your voice can go, he loves thay it goes lower than his whenever your in the mood, fuck it turns him on so much.

Seungmin

Min would be slightly intimated by you at first but would see how your actually a very shy person so he would eventually ease up and talk to you alot more. He never knew how much you'd like to be praised until he told you how badass you looked with all your tattoos and dark look, causing a slight red tint to form over your cheeks and ears as you thank him with a shy tone.

He would get so flustered whenever you'd push him against the closest surface and push you pelvis right against his. He couldn't help but get turned on everyime you did this.

Sometimes you'd leave him hanging and sometimes you'd take him right on the surface you trapped him against.

Whenever Min acts up you'd punish him by putting a collar with a leash on him and a pair of dog ears. You'd make him put on a rubber tail plug that bounced with even the slightest movement, paired with some cute little laced panties with a hole in the back for the tail.

You'd make him sit there whilst you toyed around with him, stepping on his cock and spitting on his face making him hang his head in shame. He definitely learns a lesson since the embarrassment is too much. Although yes from time to time he'd decide to act up, forgetting what his punishments were.

I.N

Innie would instantly feel super flustered around you, blushing at the littlest things you do. He never usually likes to feel babied since he's growing up now but he couldn't help but love the way you'd pinch his cheeks whenever he did something slightly adorable.

He'd probably purposely act cute around you just so he could get you to pinch his cheeks again, to feel your soft hands touching his face.

One time he was acting all baby boy and you couldn't handle it so you grabbed his entire face with both your hands and smooshed it whilst cooing at him like he was a baby. He had to admit though, as weird as it was, he couldn't help but feel butterflies as your big hands held his face whilst you leaned in closer to coo at him

Innie would love to have you wrap your arms tightly around his as you fuck him. You love the feeling of him desperately clawing at your back as he starts to let out a few sobs

You'd be hesitant on choking him at first but Innie was very persistent on you doing so, getting a clear view of the snake tattoo that travels up your arm and stops at your shoulder.

He loves it cause it makes him feel like the snake is wrapped around his throat, sending an adrenaline rush full of fear and pleasure through him.

He usually isn't a very vocal person, just a few sobs, whines and whimpers here and there. But when you angle his body in the right position and attack his prostate, he'd be almost screaming. He would be gripping you shoulders harshly, digging his nails right into art on your skin.

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[thewinter-eden]

Don't Look At Me Like That

images are mine (except middle HH pic that I got from pinterest). please do not use without permission. ATE pcs are my inspo for this series.

part 4 of the skz crack!horror series (this concludes the Hyung Line).

pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x fem!reader rating: mature, dark themes summary: hitman!Hyunjin’s next target is you, the child of a foreign diplomat. But when he shows up to do the job and finds you ambivalent to the threat upon your life, he can’t help but ask what the hell is wrong with you.

warnings: Terminal illness, smoking, asshole family, political family, angst, unrealistic trust fund, drugs, implications of overdose, implications of involuntary overdose, assault, discussion of surgery, depictions of cysts/tumors, USD instead of Korean Won, Gossip Girl reference, some language, kidnapping.

word count: 6k

Comment a request to be tagged.

series info PART 2 INFO

The first igniting drags of your cigarette feel like a second glass of wine. For a second, you’re lighter than air and the world tips on its axis.

Your family hates your penchant for cigarettes. They call you disgusting; unhygienic; stupid.

Although, In a way, your literal toxic trait has actually strengthened your personal hygiene—a rigorous unskippable skincare routine, to fight the weathering of your face, expensive and regular dental care to prevent the yellowing of teeth, your hands under a constant layer of hand sanitizer and scented perfume to combat the clinging stench of smoke, every surface of your bedroom cleaned daily and your laundry crisply pressed and regularly washed—just because you’re a shameless human chimney doesn’t mean you intend to wear the grime of cigarette smoke as an accessory.

Not that any of that matters anymore.

You take another drag and feel your body settle into the familiar rhythm. In front of you, on the other side of your glass cage (read: bedroom window) the city stretches out in front of you, lights poking holes in the blanket of darkness that covers it.

The clock reads 6 PM.

Lifting one hand, tapping a black-polished nail against the glass, watching your arm tremble, you give a resigned sigh and blow a puff of smoke through the opening. The plume rises and disperses into the atmosphere, vanishing before your eyes.

You finish your cigarette and crush the filter into your ash tray, yanking the curtains closed. The next few minutes are muscle memory—shrugging out of your robe, spritzing it with vodka to remove the smoke smell, exfoliating your hands and arms with a sugar scrub, brushing and whitening your teeth, covering yourself head to toe in moisturizer.

All for the sake of appearances.

When you close yourself into the bathroom to change half an hour later, all you smell is coffee from the sugar scrub and the sickly sweet aroma of your flowery lotion.

“You’re coming, right?” Your best friend Lisa’s voice booms through the phone, the sound of pounding music and raucous laughter filling the background.

You’re already dressed, brushing excess highlighter and powder off your face as you stand before your mirror. “Of course I’m coming, I promised you I would. I’ll be there in twenty minutes.” You take a second to check your watch.

Lisa had made plans with you to meet at the party at 8, but she always arrives early enough to be four or five drinks ahead by the time you show up. This inevitably leads to her finding someone to spend an hour in the closest lockable room with and you calling your dad’s driver to take you home.

It’s not that you don’t ever want a hook up or a boyfriend or anything, it’s just that you’re the seventeen-year-old daughter of a politician and you have rules.

You can’t be out after 11, you can’t be seen with mile-deep cleavage or thigh-high hems, and you certainly can’t be drunk in public—especially as a minor. So you smooth the fabric of the just barely appropriate outfit you’ve chosen and check your reflection one last time.

It takes a second to convince yourself that the heaviness of your eyes isn’t because of your dark liner, that the dullness in your expression isn’t obvious.

“Well hurry on over. I’ve found someone you just have to meet.”

When you arrive, you’re wading through a house that’s teeming with high schoolers, the walls reverberating with pounding music. You find Lisa near the kitchen, one arm slung around the neck of one of her friends, the other hand clutching a plastic cup.

When her eyes land on you, she all but screeches your name over the clamor and reaches for you. The girl that she was just leaning on takes the opportunity to pull away and stretch her arms upward, trying to correct the awkward hunch that Lisa had put her in. She shoots you a grateful smile and disappears into the crowd, looking for her boyfriend.

Lisa’s in your face in the next second, her breath already reeking. She catches you in a tight, sloppy hug, the contents of her cup splashing your shoulder as she trips. “I’m so glad you’re here,” She says, and if her body language says drunk, her voice certainly doesn’t. Her lipstick is smeared and she’s staggering a little but her voice is crisp and sharp. “I was worried you’d change your mind again.”

She runs a hand up the back of your neck and playfully squeezes the knot of your hair that you’ve taken the time to elegantly pin.

It’s a ritual at this point.

You have the worst habits—smoking and drinking and slipping your curfew after everyone’s asleep—but you don’t go anywhere without a Princess Grace-like appearance. Because it doesn’t matter what you do as long as you’re not shitfaced on the front page the next morning. Even if you’ve snuck out at night to meet a boyfriend, when the cameras catch you on the streets you’re perfectly coiffed and sleekly styled.

Even now, you don’t look like you’re dressed for a high school party so much as a cocktail one, but Lisa tells you it makes you look more like Blair Waldorf than the homeschooler you’re always worried you emulate.

You push her hand out of your hair and check to make sure the pins haven’t come out. “Did you get me one of those?” You nod towards the cup in her hand and her eyes light up.

She nods towards the kitchen. “I got you, babe, come with me.”

You follow her, one hand reaching for her hip to steady her when she falls off one of her high heels, and then you’re in the kitchen and the noise of the party is muffled behind the heavy swinging door.

There’s one other person in the room with you, a tall, slender guy near the sink, shoulders hunched slightly as he gazes out the window. You’re still trailing after Lisa, but your eyes are taking in the long black hair that the guy has pulled back in a half pony, the slim-cut jacket with the sleeves pushed up past his elbows, the ripped jeans that cinch at his small waist and hang loosely around his legs.

When the two of you enter, his head turns, and you see the sharpness of his jaw, the definition of his features. There’s a flutter in your chest when his dark eyes land on you, and you whip your head away, crowding yourself behind Lisa.

She’s crushing something with a spoon, dumping it in the cup she’s just poured for you. Then she spins on one heel—surprisingly stable as she does—and passes it to you. “Here.”

You stare at the powder floating on top, and then back at her. “What did you put in this?”

“Nothing heavy.” She assures you, and knocks back a couple of the tablets herself. “Just something to take the edge off. Go ahead.”

It doesn’t matter anyway.

You drink, sucking in the yeasty beer with fervor, trying your hardest not to taste it as it goes down. Before you can finish the cup, Lisa catches your arm and turns you towards the man at the window. She introduces you without giving you a chance to question her, and tells you his name is Hyunjin—the guy she wanted you to meet.

He turns to you fully, eyes tracing you head to toe. There’s a gentle smile on his full lips as he notices the blush that rushes to your face. “Nice to meet you,” He says kindly. “I think I’ve seen you on TV.”

As the words reach your ears, you feel yourself growing more guarded despite the opposite effects of the alcohol. You’re used to being recognized, you’re used to being used for your dad’s fame and fortune. You’ve been burned before, and you have no intention of using this time to be manipulated again.

So you pull yourself up into a respectful posture and prepare to treat him like the occasional politically-conscious “fan” who asks you to take a picture. It doesn’t happen often, but you do tend to be popular amongst the poli-sci students at the local college.

“He’s a senior.” Lisa says, and gives you a nudge towards him. “He’s going to study art.”

Your eyes widen just slightly, and you look over Hyunjin again. At second glance, he does look the type. He’s effortlessly fashionable, quiet, reserved—at least on first impression. You extend your hand politely. “Pleasure to meet you. Are you a practitioner or a history buff?”

At your strictly professional tone, Hyunjin laughs under his breath and steps in to take your hand, enveloping it in the warmth of his own. “A little of both, I suppose. I sketch and paint. Lisa tells me you’re quite the watercolorist?”

You blush a little at the recognition of your most intimate hobby. “I play around with it a little, but it’s just for fun.” When you notice he’s still grasping your palm, you gently pull your hand back.

Lisa grips your arm again, and leans in so close that you can smell the cologne of the last boy she had her hands on. “Why don’t you two hang out a little? You’re both the same about parties, so I figured you’d get along. Cool? I’m going to go find Mingyu.”

There’s nothing you can say to make her stay, even if you could think of the words to try. So you just watch her disappear, the noise of the party warbling strangely as the door swings back and forth behind her.

“I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

Your eyes snap back to Hyunjin. “What?”

“When I said I’d seen you on TV.”

“Oh.” You pull another long sip from your drink and wince. “I’m not uncomfortable.”

“You’re standing like you’re at a press conference.” His eyes are alive with mirth as he watches you subtly try to shuffle your posture, brows lowering.

You’re coming back to yourself, your body acclimatizing to the atmosphere and whatever it was that Lisa put in your drink, your nerves no longer responding to every little glance that Hyunjin gives you. So you just shrug a shoulder and search the kitchen for your drink of choice. “I’m not uncomfortable as long as you’re not interested in some kind of fifteen minutes of fame bullshit.”

There it is.

You drain your beer as Hyunjin chuckles behind you and rinse your cup of the vile liquid, instead filling it with about four ounces of whiskey from a glass cabinet.

Hyunjin watches your movements with an eyebrow cocked. “I’m pretty sure that wasn’t meant to be a party favor.”

You nurse the drink slowly, settling into the comfort of the initial burn. “You gonna tell on me?”

He examines you again, shaking his head. “Not if you pour me one.”

You do, and then settle back against the counter. “Why come to a party if you’re going to hide in the kitchen?”

“I could ask you the same thing. Kinda surprised your dad lets you come to something like this.”

You used to be, too. Now you just huff. “As long as I’m not a scandalous headline tomorrow, he doesn’t care where I go or what I do. And I don’t usually hide in the kitchen.” It’s true, you don’t. There’s a handful of people out there that you like to talk to, a couple of them you even like to dance with if the occasion calls for it, but right now you’re not itching to leave where you’re at.

Hyunjin’s eyebrows raise as he looks at you, and he glances towards the door. “Then why—”

“Because I’m talking to you.” The confidence comes with the whiskey. The taste of it in the back of your throat distracts you from the blush you would ordinarily be fighting if you had said those words soberly to someone as attractive as Hyunjin, and right now you’re just enjoying the way his eyes crinkle and the sweet smile explodes across his face.

It’s cute.

He’s cute.

He shuffles his feet beneath him for a second, the air between you comfortable as he lets the effects of your statement fade. When the flustered state is mostly gone from his face, he glances up at you again, almost shyly. “You’re really pretty.” And then, feeling the weight of his own words as they drop off his tongue, his eyes widen and he hastens to soften their impact. “I like your earrings.”

But you just smile, watching the pink in his cheeks as he swallows a regrettably large gulp of whiskey.

“You’re really pretty, too.” You say, and his head snaps around to you.

For a long second, he just stares at you.

It’s not often that you find yourself talking to someone you want to open yourself up to, someone you like to see so flustered, but he’s so completely enchanting that you can’t take your eyes off him and you don’t want to stop saying things that make him look at you like that.

There are only so many things that you can enjoy in a life like yours, and you want to enjoy this.

Hyunjin pours you both another drink.

You’re grateful, especially because there’s a nagging part of you telling you to go outside and smoke a cigarette, so instead you bring your cup to your lips and sip. You move to reach for a bottle of lemon juice and it puts you right next to him, feeling the radiating warmth of his side as you mix your drink into a whiskey sour.

He doesn’t move away.

Out of the corner of your eyes you catch the faintest tremble of his hand, and a smirk curves your lips.

His eyes are on you as you pinch a sprinkle of sugar into the drink and then suck the granules off your thumb.

You turn slightly, so close that you don’t even have to reach to offer him your drink. “Want to try?”

His eyes flick from yours, to the drink, and back to your face. Hyunjin’s tongue appears to swipe across his lower lip, and then he nods, taking the cup from you.

You thoroughly enjoy the swirling in your stomach when his fingers brush yours.

He drinks from your cup, face scrunching slightly as he takes in the taste of it.

At the crumpling of his eyebrows, you frown, suddenly interrupted from the sense of control you feel. “You don’t like it?”

Hyunjin lowers the cup from his lips with a look of surprise, shaking his head. “I love it.” He holds it out to you. “Would you show me how you made it?”

It’s not a complicated drink, the whiskey sour.

You find yourself smirking again, and push the cup back towards him. “Keep it. I’ll make myself another one.” And you take his whiskey from him, turning to fix yourself another drink. When he just stands there, mentally processing how he somehow ended up trading drinks with you, you know you have him.

So when he edges closer, the heat of his body flooding into your skin, you’re not surprised. You keep your hands moving, your eyes on your drink, pretending you don’t notice the way he’s suddenly leaning into your side.

“You smell good,” He says lowly, and your heart does a flip.

But you play it off casually, focused on getting the lid off the lemon juice bottle. “You like it? I’m not so sure yet.”

It’s gotta be the oldest trick in the book, but he takes the opportunity like it’s a written permission slip and then his face is at the junction of your neck and shoulder, the whisper of his breath on your skin.

“I like it,” He murmurs.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see him place his cup on the counter next to you, and then both of his hands settle on your arms. His touch is light, gentle, his thumbs smoothing questioning strokes against your sleeves, asking permission.

When you tilt your head to the side, exposing more of your neck to him, it’s a yes.

His lips are on your shoulder then, his fingers wrapping firmly around your arms.

Your entire body heats up.

He’s leaning into you, trailing his mouth from your shoulder to your neck, then slowly up your throat until your head is edging back, leaning against his shoulder, giving him access. Hyunjin’s hand slides up one arm, cupping the curve of your neck as he litters wet kisses across your jaw, and his other hand reaches around to cover both of yours where you realize that at some point you abandoned your efforts to make a drink.

He turns you around and you let him, throwing your head back as his mouth leaves a glistening trail across your collarbones and up your throat, moving up to suck gently at the point of your jaw beneath your ear. “I really do like your earrings.” He whispers, and you feel him flick the dangling gemstone with his tongue.

You’re trembling under his hands, and you wish you could say it’s from his highly effective ministrations, but you know it’s not. You peel your eyes open, all but panting as his arm circles your waist, pulling you closer. His forehead drops against yours, and you watch his tongue dart out to lick his lips.

“Can we move this somewhere more private?” He whispers, and then he’s sucking at your jaw on the other side, his fingers gripping the flesh at your hips.

You can’t help a laugh. “More private than the closed kitchen where it’s just us?”

“Please?” He whimpers against your throat.

You have absolutely no reason to protest. You’re nodding, aching, allowing him to push you towards the kitchen door, because this could be it. This could be your last. He’s every fantasy you’ve ever had, the absolute embodiment of beauty and seduction, and even one night with him could be everything.

What do you have to lose?

You stand to lose more by turning him down at this point.

So when his hands guide you through the living room, your ears barraged by music and laughter, your eyes assaulted by the flashes of too much skin and way too much pda, you just lean into his touch around your waist and let him find a room to duck into.

That’s how you find yourself pushed onto your back on someone’s bed, your heart in your ears as Hyunjin straddles you, his face returning to its spot against your throat, kissing his way towards your collar.

You feel his hands trail up your sides, his thumbs sweeping at the swell of your breasts, and for a second, you panic.

You’re not sure what he’ll think of you, how he’ll react to you when he finally gets his hands on you, but you can’t even worry about it for long because he’s nipping at your throat, his hands dragging your arms above your head.

Breathing in gasps, heart hammering as he laces the fingers of one hand through both of yours, trapping your hands above your head, you arch yourself into him as his free hand comes back towards his hip.

“You really are very pretty,” Hyunjin breathes into your ear, and then he presses a surprisingly chaste kiss to your cheek. “I just want you to know that.” Still holding your hands, he settles his weight back on your hips and pulls something out of his pocket.

You frown at him, chest heaving with breathlessness, confused. “What do you mean?”

Hyunjin brings his free hand back into view, now holding something cylindrical. Bringing the end of it to his mouth, prying off a plastic cap with his teeth, you can see the object as it catches the light.

A hypodermic needle, filled with something.

He spits the cap out of his mouth, eyebrows pinched in concentration. “Don’t move, angel, this doesn’t have to hurt.”

But you’re not moving, you’re just staring at the needle, trying desperately to make sense of the complete shift in atmosphere. You’re no longer trapped in a lovers’ embrace, you’re trapped. He has your hands immobilized, your lower body caught beneath his own, completely vulnerable.

He arches his body, reaching to slip the needle into a vein in your arm, and you understand.

You understand.

A deep sigh rushes out of your lungs.

You thought you’d have more time, but at this point, what does it matter?

Just before the needle pricks your flesh, Hyunjin seems to realize that you’re not fighting him at all. His eyes flick down to you, and he finds you blinking solemnly at his shoulder, not a single emotion on your face.

He pauses.

You close your eyes, suck in a deep breath, and let it out.

There’s no fear, no more surprise, no apprehension.

Just exhaustion; resignation.

It doesn’t matter. He leans in towards your arm again, angling the needle to prod your vein. You don’t even flinch as it pricks your skin, sliding into your flesh. His thumb hovers over the plunger, but doesn’t press.

He’s never had a mark just lay there.

They’ve never just…accepted it.

He glances at your face again. “Angel…do you know what’s happening right now?” You had only had a few drinks, and the flush of your face could be from the drugs or the drink or his lips on your throat, but surely you should be a little concerned by the sheer volume of what he’s about to push into your bloodstream.

“I know,” You respond flatly. “He shouldn’t have bothered, honestly, but it’s not like he knew.”

Hyunjin’s brain stutters with confusion. “He?”

“My father,” You say, and your eyes meet his. “He wasted his money, hiring you to kill me.”

Huh.

That’s not at all how he expected this to go.

“I guess he’s paying Lisa, too, since she started with the pills.” It stings, knowing your best friend would accept cash to kill you, but you also know that your father wouldn’t have offered an insignificant sum.

Whatever he’s paying Lisa will set her up for life.

“So they’ll find me, tonight or tomorrow, just another stupid teenager who tried to have too much fun, and the two of you are just the dumb high school friends to corroborate that it was just an accident. Right?”

You don’t cry, you don’t fight, you don’t yell.

He stares at you, shocked. “You don’t sound surprised.”

“You don’t seem apprehensive about killing a girl for money.”

Hyunjin’s jaw tightens. “It’s my job.”

“So you don’t go to this high school, then.” You mutter sarcastically.

He rolls his eyes. “I don’t go to any high school.” Then he catches your gaze again. “But it really is my job. It’s not like it’s personal.”

You take a second, absorbing the reality of what’s happening to you. It’s over.

It’s over.

This is it.

Forget three months.

It’s over now.

You weren’t prepared for this timeframe, but you are prepared. You have coped.

It’s not a new idea.

So you just nod. “Okay.”

It’s like he starts to lean to finish the job, and then pulls himself back. “Why did you say he shouldn’t have bothered?”

You laugh then, a loud, inelegant burst of laughter, almost directly into his chest.

He’s startled, eyes wide, leaning back on your hips to stare down at you. “Angel, I’m literally about to kill you, why the hell are you laughing? There’s no way you’re that drunk.”

And you’re not.

The sheer adrenaline of his lips on your skin burned through that alcohol what seems like hours ago, and now you’re just sinking into oblivion, still laughing.

Finally, tears of irony in your eyes, you wheeze up at him. “Go ahead and finish it, Hyunjin, or whoever you are. It doesn’t make a difference anyway. I’m alright. Finish it.” You nod upwards, towards the direction of your joined hands, and wish that the scent of his skin wasn’t still making your head swim.

It’s really not the time to be attracted to the assassin whom your father hired to murder you.

But he’s stuck, indecisive.

Because you’re laying underneath him, sniffling past a rush of humor—of all things—completely unconcerned and telling him that you’re alright with him killing you. That you’re alright with him subjecting you to a drug overdose that’s going to be painful and terrifying and the end of your life.

At this point, you seem to be more alright with it than he is.

And then you’re smiling at him. “Thanks for being nice about it.”

His heart lurches. “What the hell.” He yanks the needle out of your skin, releases your hands, and sits back on your hips again, eyes wide and unbelieving. “I mean—what the hell? What is wrong with you?”

You roll your eyes. “He must not be paying you much if you’re willing to back out just because I’m pitiful.”

Which isn’t true, he’s supposed to be paid quite a lot for this job, but he just can’t comprehend how you’re reacting.

“Why shouldn’t he have bothered?”

You’re no longer trapped except for the way he’s straddling your hips, so now you’re just laying against an uncomfortable pair of pillows, feeling the pins of your updo poking into your neck. If he’s supposed to kill you, why won’t he just do it? You search his eyes, finding only confusion and concern.

Sighing, you reach for his hand—the empty one that used to be holding both of yours against the headboard.

Oh, how you expected a very different outcome from this situation.

He flinches as he suddenly finds you bringing his hand towards your chest, jerking it back when you lay his palm over your breast.

It’s almost comical the way his face heats up.

Clearly, his earlier show of attraction towards you had been aided by a hurriedly consumed volume of alcohol and a professionally put-on flustered attitude, but now, when you made him touch you, he seems genuinely awkward.

And, for your side of things, you were going to let him feel you up anyway, so what’s the difference now?

You quirk an eyebrow. “I’m not asking you for anything, just give me your hand.”

He doesn’t protest when you catch his hand again, his cheeks flushed pink, until you drag his fingers across the slope of your breast and they trip over a lump of flesh that’s hard as a rock. The flustered color drains from his face, and then he’s frowning, leaning in, moving of his own accord to swipe his fingers over the place once more, as though he wasn’t sure he felt it the first time.

You let him.

When he pulls his hand back into his lap and stares at you, you just smile. “Did you know, in the early days of breast cancer surgery, a woman went in to have a lump removed, and when she came out of anesthesia, she was missing an entire breast, some ribs, and like half of the muscle wall of her chest? And the fuckass doctors were like “we got it!” Like, you don’t burn down the house in order to kill a spider and then say, “Don’t worry, we got it!””

Hyunjin blinks at you, mentally parsing your unexpected rambling. “They’ve, uh…come a long way in terms of cancer surgeries, I think.”

A puff of breath escapes your lips, another sardonic laugh. “It’s too late for that. It’s in my bones, my lymphatic, everywhere. I got to it too late.” You roll your eyes and press a palm to your forehead. “So, yeah, he shouldn’t have bothered. Three months and I would have been out of his hair for free.”

A few seconds pass as you process the words you haven’t yet admitted out loud to anyone, as he processes what you’re telling him.

He’s trying to kill a girl who’s already dying.

No wonder she didn’t care.

“So, how much is he paying you?” You question lightly, eyes searching for the syringe. You assume he’ll finish the job—everybody has to pay the rent, and it’s not like you’ve got your life ahead of you anyway.

Hyunjin scrubs a hand over his face and sighs. “Three million.”

You outright scoff at that, shocking him once again. “He’s ripping you off, dude. Did he tell you why he hired you?”

“I don’t ask. I am a professional, you know.” He brings his hand to his chest like he’s offended, and allows the slightest smile to twist his lips when you roll your eyes again.

You wedge your hands under you. “Can I sit up? I need to smoke and you’re killing my back.” You wiggle your hips and try to scoot yourself back. As he lifts his own hips off of you, you raise an eyebrow. “Not that I mind.”

At that, he flushes again.

Laughing softly, you pull yourself up to sit against the headboard, dragging your knees to your chest, and watch as he sits himself in front of you, cross-legged. For the time that it takes you to slide a cigarette from your purse and light it between your lips, he’s silent, watching you.

The syringe is at his side, laying between the wrinkles in the blanket, forgotten.

“My trust fund defaults back to him if I die before I hit eighteen.” You inform him. “And it’s 25 million dollars.”

His mouth falls open. “Why the hell is your trust fund so much money?”

“When my mom was dying, my father promised her he would help her allot her estate into a trust fund for me, plus a hefty sum from his own assets as a romantic gesture. For all his faults, he’s never loved anyone the way he loved her.” You scoff, sucking in a comforting drag of smoke. You’re careful to blow it away from him, to knock your ashes into the ring tray on the bedside table instead of allowing them to fall into the carpet. “But that was fifteen years ago, and I guess he forgot that he loved her once.”

“So he wants your trust fund.” Hyunjin says, leaning forward to rest his chin on his palm. “Because he forgot he loves you too?”

Your lips pinch. “I’m just a reminder of when he used to be a better man.”

Silence ticks between you, and the smell of your cigarette permeates the air. You can’t care enough to apologize to him for your filthy habit, because if it’s the last cigarette you’re ever going to have, you might as well enjoy it.

But he doesn’t seem put off by it, instead wrapping his hands around your ankles and pulling your feet into the criss-cross of his legs so he can scoot closer to you, resting his hands on your thighs.

You’re surprised, but not displeased with the gentle embrace of your legs.

“I don’t want to kill you, angel,” He says, and rests his chin on your knees.

It’s too much, the doe-eyed boy staring at you through the dim light, holding you close to him and running his hands up and down your thighs, fingers sweeping low enough to run across your hips.

You can’t look at him.

Turning your eyes away, you knock the ash off the end of your cigarette and laugh. “That’s so kind, thanks.” You drop the rest of the butt into the tray and brush your hands together. “Alright. I’m ready. Let’s get you paid.” You scoop up the syringe and hold it out to him, eyes wide and inviting.

He takes it from you, but he doesn’t take your arm again.

In the quiet of his indecision, you can’t help yourself. Your fingers find the soft swoop of his hair falling over his forehead, letting a few strands slide through your fingers before you pull yourself together and extend your arm to him. “Do it, Hyunjin.” You say softly, ignoring the way your movements made him look at you. “If you don’t do it, he’ll hire someone else. His campaign isn’t doing well, he’s facing asset forfeiture—he needs the money. If you don’t kill me, someone else will.”

Hyunjin’s hand finds yours, his fingertips smoothing up the underside of your forearm towards that vein that he found earlier. A drop of blood has gathered where he pricked you, the trail where it dripped dry and crusted.

You’re not scared, you’re not worried.

You’re a little relieved, actually, that you don’t have to pretend anymore. Because you’ve known for months that your time is running out. You’ve known for months that no one would care even if you told them.

The pounding of the music outside the door fills the space, reminding you that you were supposed to come in here to have the night of your life, and now, instead, the most beautiful boy you’ve ever seen is going to inject poison into your bloodstream and leave you to die on a stranger’s bed.

That does dishearten you a little bit.

He presses his thumb against the vein. His eyes flick up to yours. “When is your birthday?”

You cock your head curiously, wondering. “Next month.”

Hyunjin lets the vein go and sets the syringe down near his hip. “I’ll make you a deal.” He takes your other hand, too, peering into your face with sincerity. “If I keep you alive until your birthday, we split the trust fund, 70-30. Then at least you don’t let your dad win, and maybe you can see if there’s some super expensive doctor who can help you. Or something. What do you think?”

You blink. “You’re going to trade being an assassin for being a bodyguard just for eight million dollars?”

He smirks, a flash of teeth in the dark. “Seven and a half, actually. And it’s a better gig than killing a dying seventeen-year-old just so her asshole father can take her trust fund. So, what do you say?”

You’re almost a hundred percent sure there’s no doctor or surgeon in the world who can fix your cancer at this point. All the ones you’ve spoken to so far won’t even recommend radiation or chemo, because there’s no point. They keep saying things like “quality of life” and “keep you comfortable,” not, “if only you had more money.”

But it’s interesting, this deal he’s put forward.

Die tonight or spend a month with a gorgeous young assassin?

Is it even a choice?

“We split it 50-50.” You say. “All I want to do with my half is give it to cancer research.”

He’s surprised again, his mind now struggling to grasp an influx of almost thirteen million dollars, and he nods slowly. “Okay. So we have a deal?”

He’s already holding your hands, so you can’t exactly shake on it, but you nod with a shrug. “Deal.”

You’ve never seen a smile as sweet as the one he gives you after that. “Good. Get your coat, angel—you’re coming home with me.”

Eyebrows skyrocketing, you follow his movements as he bounds off the bed and scoops up your purse. “So you’re going to kidnap me instead of murdering me?”

He holds out a hand and waits for you to take it. “Are you arguing?”

You let him haul you off the bed and find yourself laughing as his arm circles your waist and he hurries you out of the room. “Not in the slightest.”

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[pretty-blkgirl]

Going Feral over bf!SKZ (MAKNAE LINE)

//black!fem reader x bf!Skz//

Synopsis: You see concept pictures of your bf

Genre: crack, borderline smut

Warnings: reader is fem, very raunchy convos/ sexting

A/N: I don't think y'all understand how happy I get when I receive requests 😭 Thank you anon ❤️

- Hyung Line -

[getyourdirtyhandsoffme]

SKZ REACT TO "PRETEND TO BE MY BF BECAUSE MY EX IS HERE" PT 1

Hyung line!Straykids x Male reader

Warning: gay, probably bad grammar, Ex being a ugly bitch they is. Lino being a bit s3xual but no smut. Might be cringe?! Swearing. Yolo idk fr.

Theme: Fluff, slight-angst or well idk.

BANGCHAN:

3RD POV:

"I know you are in here; your car is parked! Open the door; I just wanted to  talk."The ex kept on banging on the door, his voice getting more and more aggressive as the [Y/N] annoyingly sighed, as he wanted Chan to show up.

At this point, he thought about grabbing the knife from the kitchen and just threatening his ex to make things quicker, but yet again, he didn't want to go to jail, so he just kept on sitting on his couch, covering his ears as the banging continued until it finally stopped.

The reader slowly uncovers his ears, then looks at the side of the front door. He slowly walks up and out of his ears next to the front door to eavesdrop on what is happening.

"Who the hell are you?"

"I don't think it's any of your concerns, mate."

Chan!

The reader quickly opens the door to see two of the men glaring at each other.

The reader quickly looks at [Y/N] with a smirk until Chan pushes him away with a loving smile, hugging the reader and giving several kisses on the cheek.

"Hello, love! I hope this man wasn't bothering you! I hope you got the movie date ready." Chan chuckles, grabbing the reader around his waist.

"What..." The ex stood there in shock, watching the two 'couples' give each other lovey-dovey eyes.

"Hey you, are you going to keep gawking or are you finally going to walk away? I'm taken." The reader comments, side-eyeing his ex as he watches him mumble a few curse words as he walks away.

They both walk back inside, shutting the door behind them.

"Thank you, Chris! I love you so much!" The reader hugs Chan, giving him hard pats in the back.

"I love you too, man. Now let's start the movie date because I brought snacks."

LEE KNOW:

3RD POV:

Lee Know stood there confused, rereading the request over and over again, until he heard running footsteps coming towards him with a shout of "Babe" along with it.

Lee looks up to see the boy smiling, almost happy to see him, but his eyes—something about his eyes—show fear.

The boy opened his arms and gave Lee a hug. Lee was hesitant until he gave the boy a hug, then looked up again to see a stranger walking up to the two of them with anger in his face.

"[Y/N]..." The stranger stopped, then stared at the two.

"Can you stop following me, Eric? I told you I have a boyfriend... I'm not getting back with you." The reader angrily snapped at Eric, then gave a quick peck at Lee Know's cheek, making the boy flustered.

"Come on, this guy? He can't be that good." Eric scoffs, looking up and down at him.

Lee Know tsked at the man, rolling his eyes.

"He is actually, he can cook, he takes care of the cats well, which means he can easily take care of our future children, and not only that, he is even GREAT in bed, even better than you, so fuck off."

Lee Know stood there, just nodding away while his ears turned red. Eric rolls his eyes as he walks away, mumbling curse words at the reader.

The boy sighs in relief, crouching down and petting Soonie.

"So, I'm good in bed, huh?"

The reader side-eyes the man as he smacks Lee Know's knee, clearly embarrassed.

CHANGBIN:

3RD POV:

"Yeah, my boyfriend's going to show up and beat ya ass, that's for sure, Shawn." The reader angrily said this to Shawn, his ex, sounding confident.

"I bet your so-called new boyfriend of yours is scrawny; he can't beat me. Look at me!" Shawn flexes his muscles, his muscle meat showing a bit, but it wasn't as big as Changbin.

"Uh huh, you bet on it?"

Shawn nods, taking out his wallet. "I bet your boyfriend isn't even strong enough to beat me up; you're just bluffing. I bet 200 bucks."

The reader nodded, smirking. He looks around to see if Changbin has shown up. He sees a curly black-haired man wearing a black T-shirt, almost fighting for his life through his big muscles.

"BABE! OVER HERE!" The reader shouted, grabbing half of the people's attention, along with Changbin and Shawn, who stood there in shock.

"Hello, babe! So, this is the ex you were talking about." Changbin stared at Shawn, wrapping his arms around the reader's neck.

"Yeah, so, Shawn, about that bet..."

Shawn still stood there, silently staring at Changbin and looking at his buff body.

"What bet are we talking about?" Changbin whispers to the reader. "You beat the sh*t out of him." The reader replies as Changbin stands there in shock.

"Yeah, the bet... here, please don't beat me up, sir." Shawn tosses the 200 bucks to him as he runs away.

The reader grabs the money and smiles, giving Changbin a quick peck in the cheek. "Thank you, babe."

"Uhhh, yeah, sure." Changbin giggles.

HYUNJIN:

3RS POV:

"Alright, Damien, I don't know who told you to have the audacity to sit in front of me; I told you several times that the seat was taken." The reader grumbles, impatiently tapping the table.

"Well, that person isn't here, so technically, it doesn't matter. You know me; I scare people away, so it won't matter, just like I said." Damien smirks, acting cocky.

"Damn, you're still in that damn bad boy phase, just like in high school." The reader sighs, feeling second-hand embarrassment.

"Because I am a bad boy, people love bad boys just like you like me." The reader kept on looking down, tapping aggressively on the table even more, until...

"What this about my love liking bad boys?" The reader quickly looked up, giving Hyunjin a big smile.

Damien looks up to see Hyunjin staring directly down at him. "And not only that, you in my seat, bad boy." Hyunjin side-eyes the man, gripping his shirt.

"Yeah, get your ass off. My boyfriend is here."

Damien scoffs as he gets up and glares at Hyunjin. "Thanks, bad boy." He smirked as he sat himself down.

"I do hope this CREEP wasn't bothering you, love." Hyunjin says it out loud for all the people to hear, leaving Damien feeling embarrassed and having all eyes on him.

Damien walks away, running off.

"No, for real, though, are you into those types of men?" The reader rolls his eyes, chuckling a bit.

[elllisaaa]

skz as olivia rodrigo songs - hyung line

-> pairing : skz hyung line x fem!reader

-> words count : 2.9k words

-> genre : angst, exes, toxic relationship, messy breakup

-> sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language.

-> reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated !

-> author's note : maknae line version is coming out next week, hope you'll enjoy this !

-> masterlist | skz masterlist | 1k event masterlist

hyung line | maknae line

BANGCHAN - HAPPIER

You felt weird, surrounded by Chan’s family all over again. It’s been years since you last saw his parents and Hannah, and as much as they were the sweetest with you, you couldn’t help your heart from feeling heavy as you sat down for the ceremony. You put on a dress that you bought specifically for the occasion : a black one, Chan’s favorite color, and you couldn’t say if you did it on purpose or not. 

But what were you expecting by coming to his wedding anyway ? For him to take you back after all these years ? For him to leave the girl he seemed so happy being with ? You perfectly knew it was impossible, but still, you couldn’t help a little bit of hope from lingering. That was maybe why you came in the end, that or you really were a masochist. 

You sat down next to Hannah on the first row of chairs. At first, you wanted to hide yourself at the back, but she insisted and you didn’t have the heart to tell her that you were not over her brother. As soon as he entered the room, applause erupted, and you were still starstruck by how handsome he was, especially today, with his wedding suit and hair neatly done but mostly the beautiful smile eating up his face as he waited for his fiancée. 

You had met her one or two times, and she really was a sweet girl, exactly his type. Sometimes, you wondered if he told her the same things he said to you to comfort her when she was feeling down, wondered if he told her she was the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. Your eyes followed her as she walked down the aisle, holding on to her father’s arm. She was looking like a princess in her white dress, and Chan was looking at her like she was the only person in the room. 

No one batted an eye when you started crying, Hannah simply holding your shoulders and assuming that you were getting emotional, like you had always been. But all you could think about was how you imagined yourself marrying him one day so many times, how you wished you were the one he was saying “yes” to. 

“- I didn’t think you’d come.”

You knew it was him without needing to lift your head from your glass of wine, his voice still imprinted in your mind and soul. 

“- You still are important to me, I wouldn’t have let you down on the day of your wedding.”

You tried your best to smile at him like you used to as he sat down beside you. You had escaped from the main party to take some rest, breathing better in the fresh hair of the night. You couldn’t help staring at Chan, his breathtaking features accentuated by the dim lighting of the exterior. 

“- Thank you Y/N, it really means so much to me.”

And he smiled at you, just like he used to. It was as if you were the one getting married with him tonight, as if nothing ever happened and that you were still happy. But the ring on his finger was not matching the lack of one on yours, and you felt tears gathering in your eyes again.

“- I… I have to be honest, I came for selfish reasons… 

- Why that ?

- Because I can’t let you go. Whatever I’ll do, a part of me will always love you Chan.”

You could see his eyes shining more than usual, and you had known him for long enough to know that he was about to cry too. 

“- Don’t do that to me please, not today…”

You turned your gaze away from him for a moment, whipping away the few tears that had managed to escape.

“- I really hope you'll be happy, just not like how you were with me.

- Nothing will ever come close to what I felt for you.”

You closed your eyes as Chan stood up and leaned in to kiss your forehead like he used to do each time you were crying and you couldn’t help another tear from rolling down your cheek as you watched him go away and join his wife.

LEE MINHO - THE GRUDGE

Always being the one to end your previous relationships, you were not ready for what happened to you that day. For that one phone call from Minho, saying that everything was over. For all the things that unraveled, how fast it all ended. One year later, you were still confused, still couldn’t get over it, over him. 

He was the sole reason you were getting drunk with some girls you only had known for a few weeks. It was so unlike you, but everything you did lately was. You thought that you finally got over, finally succeeded in moving on, even got to a few dates, but nothing could compare to him despite the way he treated you. 

Your head was spinning, and it seemed like the world around you was twirling too, but it all felt good. It felt good to have nothing to worry about anymore, to not feel this heavy weight on your heart anymore, to not think about Minho for one single night. Suddenly, you started to laugh, euphoria running down your veins at the feeling of not being alone anymore. 

You vaguely remember how two of your friends had to get you off the bar and ask you who they could call to come and get you home safely. And the only name you were able to mutter was his, it has always been him. You didn’t notice at first, simply letting go in the warm embrace and familiar scent that felt too close to your heart. Only when he helped you sit down in the passenger seat of his car did you fully register that Minho was really there. Immediately, you felt a lot more sober, a knot forming in your throat as he started to drive through the city. 

“- Are you mad ?”

Of course he would. Who wouldn’t when your ex was calling you one year after the breakup to come and get her home because she got drunk ? 

“- I am not mad. Just worried. You’ve never been the type to go out like that.”

True. When Minho was still your boyfriend, you always refused to go out to clubs with him, but not forcing him to stay home with you either, you simply didn’t like the mood of these places. But now, it was one of the ways you could get him out of your system, even if it was only for a few hours before he came back to haunt you day and night. You just shrugged, turning your head toward the window, not daring to look at him, too scared that you’ll start crying. 

“- People change I guess.”

Silence lingered awkwardly for a few minutes, the only sound being the one of the radio that Minho had turned on when he got into the car. 

“- How are you doing ?”

You couldn’t help the bitter laugh that escaped your lips at his question. And maybe it was the fact that you were drunk, or maybe because you were holding in all these reproaches for too long but you couldn’t stop the flood of words coming out of your mouth anymore. 

“- Are you seriously expecting me to be okay with the way you left me ? Fuck Minho ! You only called me one day out of the blue and told me that you were leaving and you didn’t even give me a reason ! What do you think it did to me ? I tried to understand, I swear I tried but all I could think about was that I did something wrong and now I hear your voice every time that I think I’m not enough !”

The tears that always formed in your eyes whenever you thought about telling him that to his face were not there today, the rage you had kept under control for too long taking too much space in your mind. 

“- Don’t act like I was the only one responsible, we both hurt each other.

- Maybe, but those cuts were never equal. And as much as I would like to not care, I’m not fine Minho, I’m really not…”

Both of you fell silent again for the rest of the way to your apartment. You got home in one piece, but you felt even more broken inside. And it was all because of him, once again. 

SEO CHANGBIN - LOGICAL

From the moment Changbin became your boyfriend, he always made sure to treat you like a princess. He never let you pay for anything, always held the door for you, did everything you wanted and even what you didn’t voice. He did it all, making you feel so special, making you feel like you deserved to be loved like that. 

The downside was that he was not so open about his own life and feelings. Of course, he always made sure to ask you about your day at work, about what you ate for lunch and every single little detail of your life - he knew it all. But often, when you asked him in return the same questions, you were either met with silence or a short answer that made you understand that he didn’t want to expand on the subject. 

But that was okay, because he was treating you right. Until the day it was not okay. Until the day you started to notice that maybe, he was lying about where he really was when he came home very late from work. Was that girl really his friend ? Was she more ? You didn’t know anymore and doubt started to fill you up. 

Changbin convinced you though : you were his everything, no one else, it was all in your mind. And you choose to believe him. Why wouldn’t you ? It was your first bad argument since you got together, nothing to worry about. But as time went on, he built a giant castle with walls so high you couldn’t see behind them anymore. Everything seemed to be normal but the second you asked the wrong question, he was shouting and storming out of the room, going on and on about how you had to let him breathe and stop being so clingy. 

“- Did you eat what I left in the kitchen for you last night ? It’s a new recipe and I wanted your opinion about it.”

Your boyfriend didn’t even lift his head from his phone to answer you.

“- No, I had already eaten. 

- Oh, that’s not a problem, we can warm it up for today’s dinner !”

As you were making your way to the kitchen, ready to pick up the take out box you left on the counter the night before and to ignore the way your heart was clenching at his dry response, you heard him standing up from the couch and going to the door. 

“- Where are you going ? 

- God can’t you stop being annoying for once ? I told you, I need my own space.”

You were almost disposed to let it slide once again. Almost. Why today ? Why this time, you couldn’t take it anymore ? You didn’t know. But you heard very well the way your voice broke as you spoke again, joining Changbin near the door. 

“- It’s not space you need Changbin, it’s for me to leave because you clearly don’t want me around anymore. I can’t deal with all these arguments that you hold over my head and hearing you compare me to the girls you could have instead. I- I need some time for myself too…”

The man in front of you sighed before taking your hands in his, his gaze was supposed to be soft but you could feel something else behind his kindness. 

“- If it’s what you need, I’ll let you have that baby, but you can’t accuse me of things I didn’t do, okay ? If you want us to work, you need to put in some effort too.”

You snatched your hands from his embrace, shaking your head and trying not to cry in front of him one more time, trying not to be weak and give in like every other time. He really got you thinking that two plus two equals five, and that you were the love of his life. 

“- Not this time. I won’t fall for your lies again.”

You heard him leave as you started to pack up some of your things, not bothering asking you to stay because he knew that you would come back sooner or later. After all, changing him may be possible, and you had to try one more time, just to be sure that there was nothing more to do before giving up. Until the next time. 

HWANG HYUNJIN - VAMPIRE

Meeting Hyunjin was like a dream at first, like a love story from the movies he played in. You met him casually, at a coffee shop and he spilled his drink on you because he wasn’t watching where he was going. And from this point on, everything had been perfect. He was charming, respectful, funny, everything you could ask for. 

He would take you out often for dates, even when he was busy. He showed you his paintings, even made some of you because he said you were his muse. He presented you to his family, only to prove to you how serious he was about your relationship. How could you doubt him when he was acting like a true gentleman, the best boyfriend ever ?

Well, there had been some girls that warned you about him fooling around to get something bigger. But wasn’t it coming with being a good actor - the rumors to try and sabotage his relationships and career ? You assumed it was. And he was being so sweet, it wasn’t possible, you thought. 

That’s why you introduced him to your family too, to show him that you were just as much invested in this, that it was not just him. Because you were. You had never been so in love with someone before, never fell so hard for someone before. He made you feel like it was your first love all over again, and you wanted this to last, to last forever if possible. 

Immediately, you felt a bond forming between your father and your boyfriend, and you couldn’t have been more happy about it. Your father was the one who took care of you after the death of your mother, and he did an amazing job. He was always there for you when you needed it, and you valued his opinion a lot. So to know that he approved Hyunjin was a huge relief, one that made you feel even more confident in the fact that this relationship was meant to last for a long time. 

So of course, the day Hyunjin came home to announce that your dad had given him the opportunity to have a part in his next play, you couldn’t have been more proud of your boyfriend. He deserved it, and your father must have sensed his talent too because he wasn’t working with anyone. And you didn’t mind that he sometimes spent days without texting or calling because of work. He was working hard to not disappoint your father, you understood. 

But slowly, he became more distant, stopped texting you back, leaving you without any news for days, and then weeks, and then months. You didn’t need for him to explain himself, what he did was enough to have all the answers you wanted. You had made some big mistakes, but Hyunjin sure did make the worst one look fine, and you couldn’t help thinking it even more when you saw him on stage the night of the premiere. He was literally glowing, and if you didn’t know what he had done to you, you would have begged him on your knees to take you back. 

“- That was amazing Dad ! 

- Really ? You loved it ? Don’t lie to me sweetheart, you know your opinion is very important to me !

- I would never lie about such a thing, I really appreciated it, and I think everyone did !

- Well, Hyunjin was the star of this play after all, it couldn’t be bad !”

At the mention of his name, he turned around, walking to your father with a smile that you knew for sure now was fake, greeting you too, as if nothing happened. You stayed strong, even if you were screaming inside, but followed the troupe for an after party anyway. 

“- Was it worth it ?”

Hyunjin's confused stare answered you, not expecting you to talk to him since you were sitting side by side in complete silence for almost ten minutes. 

“- What are you talking about ?

- Making me believe that it was true love. Was it worth it ? 

- I didn’t do that. I had too much work, and you know it. I ended it before I would hurt you more. I protected you because I loved you.”

You couldn’t help the sour feeling on your tongue as you let out a sarcastic laugh. 

“- Love my ass. You can’t love anyone because that would mean you have a heart. And you obviously don’t since it was so fun bleeding me dry like a fucking vampire.”

Now, you were feeling bad for all the girls you sent away, thinking they were lying about him. But they couldn’t have been more right : he really was a famefucker. 

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[hearts4leeknow]

bf!skz hyung line reacting to you randomly hugging them

Warnings: none

Genre: fluff

Paring: skz (seperate) x reader

a/n: i promise i have ideas i js dont have time to write them 😭

#^bangchan

You were bored sitting around in your shared apartment, Bangchan was on his phone all day and you wanted his attention. So you decided to run up to him and give him a big hug. You ran up to chan, throwing yourself on him, you inhaled his scent and relaxed your whole body.

“Baby?” Chan giggled. “what was that for!”

“Mmh, I wanted attention.” You whined, pulling back to look at him.

“Okay, then you have my attention now.” He smiled putting him phone down, lightly caressing your face. You let out a light ‘yay’ and started talking away, laughing and cuddling. Yeah you really did have his attention (for the past 2 hours) now.

#^leeknow

Lee know had just finished taking a shower having practice prior to that. He was reading a book in bed while you were finishing up making dinner for the two of you.

You walked in to your shared bedroom smiling seeing him reading with a serious face which you found cute. He looks so huggable, you thought. He wore a fluffy hot chocolate coloured oversized turtle neck, he had his black and gold glasses on.

How has he hasn’t noticed me yet? You wondered.

Suddenly you fed into the urge to hug him, immediately running up to him and hugging him from the side of the bed.

“Agh, kitten, what’s up.” Minho was taken by surprised.

“Dinners ready…you just looked so squishy and huggable in that oversized turtle neck.” You flashed him a bright smile, as you pulled away from the hug.

“Hm, well lets go eat dinner, and i’ll think about if you’re allowed to cuddle me tonight.” He smirked.

“What! I didn’t do anything wrong though…” You whined, pouting your lips.

“To bad, baby” He shoved the duvet off of his lower half of his body stepping off the bed. You walked back into the kitchen waiting for him sit down and eat with you.

#^changbin

“ah, im so tired…” You mumbled under a huge sigh. You kicked off your shoes with a huff, dragging your feet all the way to your shared bedroom. You entered the room to see changbin on his computer, at the side of the bed, you lazily walk up behind him and slouched on top of him crouched body.

“baby, my back hurts get up, ill give you a proper hug..” Changbin whines,

“Fine” You reply lifting you body up only to be pulled into a tight hug shortly after.

“what’s up with you?” He question, seeing your tired state.

“bad day at work, I had some rude customers” You sigh explain what your work day had been like.

“Alright, wanna order take out and cuddle in bed?” He asked with a cheeky smile.

“Sounds like a pleasant idea, binnie” You giggled as you let go of the hug and dragged him to bed.

#^hyunjin

You were working on a painting you just recently started when you heard the front door unlock and open. That meant Hyunjin was home. You were quick to get up from you seat and ran to the front door, he just came back from tour and you missed him a ton. Before he could take off his shoes you jumped on to him, giving him a big koala hug.

“Princess, what’s up with you? You never just run up and hug me, I mean i’m not complaining” Hyunjin questioned with no intention of letting go of the hug.

“I missed you, like a lot” You mumbled closing your eyes and inhaling his scent.

“awe, I missed you too princess. Can i have a welcome back kiss?” He teased.

“Maybe later if I feel like it” You gave a cheeky smile.

“Please?” Hyunjin gave you puppy eyes, “I just got back from tour and I didn’t have your kisses for months”

“Okay fine” You giggled giving him a quick peck.

FIN

a/n: someone give me request and ideas istg!!

[zee-143]

💜STRAY KIDS💜

Ot8⭐💫

SKZ with a tall cat-like partner

Fan!SKZ x Idol!Reader

Cuddle buddies! (Hyung line)

Cuddle buddies! (Maknae line)

Bang Chan🐺

Bsf!SKZ texts: Chan ver

Random Bsf!Bang Chan thought :)

Lee know🐰

Bsf!SKZ texts: Minho ver

Needy Lee know texts! (Fluff)

Changbin🐰🐷

Bsf!SKZ texts: Changbin ver

Hyunjin🥟

Bsf!SKZ texts: Hyunjin ver

Guide on how to baby Hwang Hyunjin

HAN🐿

Bsf!SKZ texts: Jisung ver

Sibling Jisung headcannons

Felix🐣

Felix x black reader fic

Bsf!SKZ texts: Felix ver

Seungmin🐶

Bsf!SKZ texts: Seungmin ver

Guide on how to baby Kim Seungmin

Seungmin x Black!Reader

I.N🦊

Bsf!SKZ texts: Jeongin ver

Argument with Bsf!Jeongin

[beebee18]

Skz x 1D lyrics

Skz (hyung line) x bsf reader

Fake texts, 13+

(some implications, no swear words)

Songs used mentioned alongside their names.

Feed back would be much appreciated.

Maknae line

Main masterlist skz masterlist

Chan: Never enough

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Minho: Little black dress

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Changbin: Temporary fix

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Hyunjin: Love you goodbye

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[weneverlearnwevebeenherebefore]

navigating thru my blog :3 (below the cut)

bnha

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 aibaku

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 what living looks like ch 1 - kamino

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 bakudeku

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 "i think i like kacchan."

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 take my hand ch 15

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 bakugou katsuki

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 i trusted you. ch 14

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 i trusted you. ch 58

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 rumors of our productivity have been greatly exaggerated ch 10 - you can talk to me about anything

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 kiribaku

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 drown in my ocean of black box dye ch 6

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 drown in my ocean of black box dye ch 10

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 midoriya izuku

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 hero's shadow ch 64 - depths of forgiveness

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 shinbaku

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 be nice to me ch 3 - kill somebody

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 fingertips ch 17 - sun goes down

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 hard reset ch 3

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 hard reset ch 3

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 learning to heal, learning to trust ch 7

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 learning to heal, learning to trust ch 8

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 vandalize my heart

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 vandalize my heart

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 volatile memory

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 todoroki shouto

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 i wish it would never stop snowing

harry potter

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 dramione

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 don't pout, darling ch 1 - silk/ribbons

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 sirmione

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 coming undone ch 31

jjk

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 toji

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 smau - drunk i miss you to the guys

marvel

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 tony stark

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 i tried too hard, i tried too hard and now im drowning ch 4 - bird bone wrists

shadow and bone

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 darklina

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 a hand that holds

skz

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 chan

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 in which chris walks in on you having a bad dream

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 changbin

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 the accidental acquisition of sugar ch 3

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 cold

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 felix

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 bodyguard! felix x reader part ii

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 bodyguard! felix x reader part ii

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 bodyguard! felix x reader part v

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 perfect distraction | lfl

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 hyunjin

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 sharp edges part five - call from an australian phone number

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 skz!fake texts: "the anti-confession" (hyung line)

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 this boy is bad news ch 36 - it's gonna be a long night

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 leeknow

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 heal the pain

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 minsung

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 devilish

[mazeinthemiroh]

stray kids masterlist ~

ot8

sfw alphabet - bangchan, lee know, changbin, hyunjin, han, felix, seungmin, jeongin

boyfriend headcanons - bangchan, lee know, changbin, hyunjin, han, felix, seungmin, jeongin

- reactions

to their s/o having insomnia

to their s/o being very affectionate

to sharing a bed with their crush

to showering with their s/o for the first time

to their s/o being drunk and flirty

to s/o being drunk and flirty with women

to their s/o having a black belt (taekwondo)

to their s/o who hates physical touch (except with them)

to their competitive dancer s/o

when their s/o plays a tampon prank

when their s/o has a concussion

to their s/o being an idol

to their s/o sleeping naked

to their s/o being an ace in their idol group

with a stylist s/o

to their long distance s/o surprising them at their concert

to an s/o who puts effort into their interests

when their s/o invites them to meet their parents

to their s/o asking for fashion advice

to their s/o preparing a self-care day

with a producer s/o

to their crush complimenting their muscles

not taking advantage of their s/o when they are drunk

to someone not taking their s/o's allergies seriously

how skz comfort their s/o

when their s/o buys them a special present

getting protective over their s/o

taking a joke too far a making their s/o upset

their s/o deciding to sleep in the closet after an argument

to their s/o skipping meals

to their s/o cheering them up after a bad day

with an puppy-like s/o

coming across their s/o's drawings of them

to another idol hitting on their s/o

trying a period cramp simulator

to the other members accidentally confessing to their crush

with a 'black cat' s/o

when their best friend acts like a stay

finding their s/o walking around the apartment half-naked for the first time

seeing your curly hair for the first time

- scenarios

when they forget to pick you up

when their makeup-artist crush helps them

when their s/o does something romantic for them

when their trans s/o receives hate

when they accidentally leak their relationship with their s/o

how stray kids would fall for you

signs stray kids would show when they're in love (hyung line)

- headcanons

how skz would confess to their crush

how skz would act with their crush

skz sleeping with their s/o for the first time

skz with their main dancer idol! s/o

skz in highschool

skz as highschool sweethearts

skz with the 9th member

how skz would spoil their s/o

skz with a foreign s/o

skz as ex boyfriends

skz waiting for their plane

skz as academic rivals to lovers

skz when the 9th member shows their abs at a concert

skz with a shy s/o

- mtls

most to least likely to get into light-hearted arguments

bangchan

third impressions (x choreographer! reader) - 2.4k

breathe in. (drabble - actress! reader)

[9:23pm]

[12:01am] - birthday edition

lee know

cafe cuddles (one-shot) - 2k

[11:38pm]

[10:53pm]

struggles and snuggles (one-shot) - 1.1k

changbin

no works yet!

hyunjin

paralysis. (one-shot) - 1.1k

happier with you (one-shot w felix) - 1.3k

han

[11:24pm]

felix

happier with you (one-shot w hyunjin) - 1.3k

seungmin

[5:23pm]

jeongin

together, we watch the sun rise (one-shot) - 1k

[11:32pm]

[i4lixie]

☆ that’s all mine.

the boys react to you having a sexy stage at a performance show.

genre: suggestive, mentions of sex

pairing: skz hyung line x fem!reader

maknae line version

BANG CHAN would be more than excited to see your performance. your group’s concept was girl-crush like, and you told him beforehand the performance would be something a little different — a slight concept change.

of course, he was expecting something sweetsy and cute … not seeing you strip off your pants to show black shorts hugging your thighs, your voice turning sultry as you sung a remix of one of your most popular songs.

his throat goes dry at the sight of you. he’s almost never seen you like that before except in the comforts of your own bedrooms.

you really put your body on display for the performance, your voice only adding to the sensuality of it all. you smack your own ass and he probably died at that moment.

his jaw clenches and he has to tense both of his thighs to stop himself from getting hard, but it doesn’t work. of course it doesn’t.

he can hear his members beside him cheering you on and he forces himself to join, even though his mind is centered on how he’s definitely going to fuck you in that outfit later.

LEE MINHO is ecstatic to see you. being boyfriends with a literal dance god meant that it was easy for him to help you with moves, resulting in some fooling around in the practice room

he knew what your concept was gonna be: sexy. but he didn’t expect it to affect him as much as it did.

your body rolls were just executed so much better than some of the dancers around you. you looked like you owned that stage, like the choreography was a freestyle to you.

there was something about the way you did every move so perfectly, technique never faltering or falling behind any of your members that caused his gaze to darken. you looked so sexy when you knew what you were doing.

he would definitely have to reward you for that performance later.

SEO CHANGBIN adored seeing you perform. like him, you were a rapper in your group, and the both of you put so much time and effort in your lyrics in the studio he was sure he had fallen in love with you just listening to your work before ever meeting you

you told him you wrote a special part of the mashup your group was performing for the new concept you were doing--a sexy, royalty concept. he was impatient, eagerly wanting to hear it since you gave him no sneak peaks as you were working on it, wanting to surprise him.

and he was surprised. very surprised.

the black, glittery dress you wore made you easily stand out on the stage as you brushed your fingers along the crown you were in before bringing the mic to your lips. your voice, your movement, your presence radiated royalty. you embodied the concept perfectly.

your rap demanded people to listen, and listen they did: especially changbin. he couldn't help but pay attention to you, and his mind was spurring less than innocent imagines while you rapped about being on top of this shit.

he tells you to bring the crown out during sex for a week after that.

HWANG HYUNJIN is a known king of sexy, sensual performances. not only does he flourish in them, but he loves watching them--something about them giving him energy to do better in his own performance, fueling his want to be perfect on stage

you told him nothing about your sexy concept change you'd be doing on stage. he knew it would be a different concept, but you wanted to surprise him with what it would be: that and, you really didn't wanna disappoint him just in case the performance wasn't up to par.

he had tried to calm your insecurities days before the performance, telling you that whatever the concept would be, you would fucking kill it. you were his s/o after all, you two would kill anything you wanted to.

his jaw nearly drops seeing you walk out on the stage in an all red outfit and heels, the silky pants hugging your legs. screams erupt in the stadium but all he's focused on is you, his heartbeat stuttering when the camera zooms in on you licking your red lips before your group starts to dance

your confident, sensual aura filled up the stage. every line you sung felt Dionysian, and he hung on every single word, his brain buzzing by now

you looked so fucking good. he could not take his eyes off of you.

as soon as you met backstage, all cares of not wanting his members to see or yours left him. he was quick to grab your wrist and drag you away to an empty room, ignoring the shouts of your groups calling after the two of you.

[pretty-blkgirl]

If you’re accepting requests could you maybe do a fake text with Skz where black!reader is ovulating and she goes feral over a picture she seen of them?

Going Feral over bf!SKZ (HYUNG LINE)

//black!fem reader x bf!Skz//

Synopsis: You see concept pictures of your bf

Genre: crack, borderline smut

Warnings: reader is fem, very raunchy convos/sexting

A/N: I don’t think y’all understand how happy I get when I receive requests 😭 Thank you anon ❤️

- Maknae Line -