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18+ nsfw sometimes mdni with me at all.

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hi my name’s lexi, you may know me also as rin on @yunazxxx — i’m expanding my witing and bringing my other interests into the main screen

this account will primarily feature xlov and ateez — masterlist

same writing rules and socials, though i may not be as active on some - twt is mtzfantic / ao3 is huhyjins

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so what about the possibility of sfw dad!hj hcs like the mama!hwa ones??

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“i think i need someone older..” p.sh x c.kj (18+)

# this fic contains topics of : age gap relationships, sex between older!sh and younger!rui, fem + afab!hwa, fem + amab!rui, puppy!rui, petnames, rui cant eat pussy right, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, forced creampie, drinking, drunk!rui, intoxicated sex, mean dom!hwa, degrading, idol!hwa — etc maybe (1.7k)

now playing » [older - isabel larosa] «

the industry was competitive, rui knew this. trying to make a name for herself in this industry was hard given how many people existed like her.

it was so over saturated, i mean hell being a good dancer didn’t even matter anymore since each time she’d perform she got compared to other dancers — that was until her fans said they wanted her to meet another celebrity, park seonghwa.

rui saw the posts, them saying they wanted those two to meet. rui watched some videos of seonghwa and couldn’t help but think about some.. inappropriate stuff.

it was a certain behind recording of seonghwa’s song, rui watched the older’s mouth widen, seeing how far her mouth could go and how sultry her voice was for the song made rui squirm.

rui tried being regular, they had a schedule together the next day. rui was performing after seonghwa, meaning she gets to see her perform.

rui watched from behind the stage, her staff fixing her mic pack but her focus was on how seonghwa’s hips moved to the song.

how her throat relaxed through her singing, rui couldn’t help but think about how good hwa could- “rui, it’s almost time to get on the stage” and she snapped out of it, and went to perform.

but strangely, this time felt different. she felt a pair of eyes on her, but there were millions so why did this one pair of eyes feel different. — glancing over, she noticed a pair of eyes, sharp, looking directly into hers.

fuck. it’s seonghwa’s.

rui stumbled, forgetting part of the choreo when their eyes met — seonghwa’s eyes were direct, striking. you couldn’t mistake her for looking at someone else they were directly into rui’s.

somehow, she finished her performance and went backstage faster than everyone else, needing to get away from seonghwa’s gaze, but.. that didn’t happen.

she got to her dressing room, taking a deep breath then she heard a knock on her door, then a soft “rui..?” — it’s seonghwa.

rui quickly got herself together and answered the door, opening it. “h-hi..” she stumbled over her words again, fuck get it together rui.

seonghwa only chuckled softly at her stumble, finding it adorable, “you did amazing up there today” hwa said with her gentle voice that made rui’s stomach warm.

“thank you,” rui said softly, feeling a blush creep up her ears. she couldn’t stand still, hands fidgeting behind her, but seonghwa noticed this and could only find it so cute.

“there’s a after party happening later,” seonghwa said, a smile on her face, “would you like to come?”

rui replied before even thinking, “yeah i’d love to, where’s it happening?”

so seonghwa told her, then left because well she had photos to take. they didn’t see each other until much later.

rui walked into the party, feeling slightly underdressed for something like this. it wasn’t anything revealing but nothing that appeared relaxed either.

seonghwa noticed her, calling her over. “hey, rui!” waving her over, and rui went to her, seonghwa offered her a glass, it had some drink in it.

rui wasn’t a drinker, not in the slightest but she wanted to impress hwa so what did she do? she tried the drink, it stung going down.

she tried hiding it but hwa could tell from the way her throat tightened and her eyes shut that she wasn’t a drinker, “maybe thats too strong to start with”

but, now? seonghwa had something else in mind. she took rui upstairs, to a more comfortable space in the house.

the lounge, very few people were up here, but the drink options were more expanded and expensive than the ones downstairs.

seonghwa poured her and rui and nice glass of wine, red, seonghwa’s preference. — rui took a sip, slightly grimacing at the taste but this was more tolerable than whatever she had downstairs.

seonghwa watched with a gentle but sharp gaze, almost.. like predator stalk their prey, rui didn’t notice — more focused on impressing seonghwa.

so after finishing the first glass, she poured another, and after that? came another, then another, and more.

seonghwa noticed as rui slowly became more intoxicated, more touchy, rui wasn’t meaning to grab her skirt when seonghwa stood, but her fingers were hooking the band.

“touchy,” seonghwa whispered to herself, grabbing rui’s wrist with a angel like grip and bringing her to a vacant bedroom.

she laid rui on the bed, head tilting slightly with a soft smile as she watched rui’s flushed face, eyes glossy.

her hair was sprawled out, messy, along the velvet blanket that was on the neatly made up bed. seonghwa’s eyes gazed over the younger, noticing the slight bulge in her pants and could only let out a small laugh.

her laugh made rui sit up, blinking slowly, cheeks flushed as she tried covering herself up, but seonghwa had already seen it.

seonghwa walked up, reaching out, her fingers trailed from rui’s chest to her belt, eyes looking directly into the younger’s.

“you don’t have to hide it,” seonghwa whispered, “it’s hard to miss on its own” but that alone made rui blush even more.

she couldn’t think clear, having too many glasses of wine, unsure if this was true that her idol was currently unbuckling her belt, pulling down her pants.

but even if it was just a dream? she wanted to enjoy it.

seonghwa’s hands worked quickly and before rui was able to register anything, her cock was already free, leaking slowly.

seonghwa laughed, “always leak like this?” she asked, thumb gathering the precum, bring it to her lips to taste,

“n-no..” rui lied. she was a leaker, she leaked like a fucking faucet when it came to seonghwa. “yeah?” seonghwa asked, wrapping her hand around the base, stroking slowly.

more precum leaked, making rui whimper, “you’re lying..” seonghwa murmured, disappointment crossing her as she sped up.

“o-okay.. yes i do.. don’t stop please” rui whined, hips bucking into her hand. despite the younger’s begs, she does stop, but stands up properly.

slowly undressing, she looked directly into her eyes, watching as her gazes tried staying on the older’s face but led down as she took off more clothes.

in a few seconds, seonghwa was already lowering herself on rui, a breathy moan leaving her. her walls were slick, wetter than anything rui’s had before, and.. oh.

seonghwa stopped once rui was fully inside, noticing the younger girl already panting, hips bucking and.. then she felt it.

“oh my god, did you already cum?” seonghwa scoffed, already moving but rui’s hands shot out to grab seonghwa, holding her down.

“wait.. just.. stay here. you feel too good..” rui begged, already thrusting up like a desperate puppy. seonghwa tried moving off, but rui held her down.

then rui sped, making seonghwa choke, head burying in her shoulder. “fuck.. calm down.” but rui didn’t. hands pressing her hips keeping her still as she thrusts into the older with such desperation that’d send humanity back 100 years.

heat pooled in seonghwa’s stomach faster than she’d ever want to admit, arousal dripping down her thighs onto rui’s, but neither cared.

her teeth grazed the younger’s neck as moans slipped out, each one louder than the last, nails gripping her shoulders.

rui didn’t slow until she filled seonghwa again, spent and panting but seonghwa hadn’t gotten to cum.

the older got off her, laying beside her, the younger’s cum leaking onto the velvet blankets. rui flipped to her stomach, kissing up seonghwa’s thighs, “can i make you cum too?”

rui asked quietly, and seonghwa’s gaze softened. she was upset because she hadn’t finished, but hearing how genuine rui’s voice was she decided to let her at least try.

now, the problem. rui couldn’t eat pussy right for shit, she tried on her toys at home but that’s a toy, not the real thing. she’s always watched tutorials on how to do it right, but still little to no real experience.

she spread seonghwa’s legs, licking her lips. she used her fingers first, one carefully grazing her folds, sliding up until it touched her clit, she rubbed circles on it for a while, hearing the older moan.

so lost in her moans, rui completely forgot that she sucks at eating pussy and leaned down, and kissed the older’s clit. seonghwa’s fingers tangled in her hair, hips lifting slightly as rui’s tongue slowly crept out, taking a slow stripe.

a low moan came from seonghwa, her grip tightened, breathy, “keep doing that..” and so rui did, but it didn’t take long before started getting cocky —

taking it upon to sped up, but.. it didn’t feel good anymore. seonghwa’s eyes opened, pushing rui’s head away, “you’re horrible at that” she scoffed, and rui sat up, embarrassed.

“sorry..” she whispered, seonghwa pulled her by her shirt, pulling it off her, kissing her sloppy.rui responded, hips already grinding against seonghwa again.

this time, seonghwa was in charge. she let rui inside her again, but now hooked her legs on rui’s waist, preventing her from pulling out.

rui started thrusting, pace desperate despite having already came two times prior. she tried burying her face in seonghwa’s neck but the older yanked her head back, forcing her to look into her eyes.

“look at me while you fuck me,” seonghwa whispered, “this is what you wanted isn’t it?” - rui whimpered at the pulling, nodding.. “yes..”

“yes, what?” , “yes ma’am..” rui’s hips sped up, whimpers growing louder into desperate moans, seonghwa’s also grew louder, nails scratching down the younger’s back.

seonghwa flipped them, now riding rui fast. hips moving so sensually rui couldn’t hold back from cumming any longer, but she had to.

she wanted to see how pretty seonghwa looks when she cums, so she kept her eyes on seonghwa as the older leaned down, trailing kisses along rui’s chest, her lipstick leaving stains on the younger’s pale skin.

her walls clenched around rui, she was close, really close. her thighs trembled as she bounced faster, moans growing louder, so loud she had to kiss rui just to shut herself up.

rui thrust up into her, grip tightened as their bodies trembled together, that edge was so close, their lips moved in a desperate synchronization and just a few more thrusts —

finally. rui filled the older, as her back arched finally cumming, tears fell down her cheeks, looking as pretty as ever. — even prettier than she did on stage just a few hours ago.

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really thinking about hwa n rui being the cutest things tg but they’re both nasty n freaky asf in bed😵‍💫😵‍💫 and i might be writing something about this..

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“but you said you loved me..” kato haru x male reader (18+)

# this fic contains topics of : cursing, internalized homophobia, closeted homosexuality, forcefully coming out, haru is questioning himself, sexual idealization at times, usage of f-slur, fighting, homophobic parents, reader is closeted but loves haru, best friends to enemies, angst, etc maybe (2k)

# small note for my readers : please remember this is in no way a reflection of kato haru as a person, as he is a loving person and has shown support for the queer community (as well as the other members) remember this is fiction and no i do not headcanon haru as something like this

now playing » [casual - chappell roan] «

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the last few weeks have been hell to say the least. you’ve been “casually” hooking up with your best friends for the last few months and recently you started feeling abnormal towards him, like you couldn’t describe why you craved him outside of the sex.

of course you hung out, you shared everything, same interest, same friend group – everything. but you wanted him on a more intimate level not just,, as a friend or a casual hookup.

you asked haru to come over today, saying you just wanted to hang out — but when the japanese man walked into your apartment he could tell something was wrong.

you were timid around him when he asked little things like, “well what do you wanna do? we can play on the game, or make music together" he’d ramble on but you wouldn’t get a full sentence out and he flat out asked, “what’s wrong with you?”

you froze, unexpected but he wasn’t wrong for asking that. you were acting like he was a stranger, not the same guy you’ve known all these years — “nothing”, a lie.

he looked at you, suspicious, confused but he dropped it. “alright”, but he sounded reluctant. like he wanted to ask more but couldn’t, not wanting to overcross a boundary — but what was considered a boundary when you’ve already fucked your beat friend?

you two hung out that day, it was as usual, but when it came time for haru to leave, he didn’t — your roommate returned home though, seeing haru and raised an eyebrow at you.

your roommate was the only person who knew, he knew you had a crush on haru, he knew you were gay, he knew you were in the closet. — but the tension between you two, god you could cut it with a knife.

it was frustrating, watching you two dance around the obvious topic that was so easy to just admit — or so he thought.

that night haru was in your room with you, you two were kissing — simple, something you did occasionally but you pulled back which made him question you again, “what’s wrong with you today?” he wasn’t mad, hell he had no reason to, but he was worried.

“i need to tell you something, i can’t..” you sighed, sitting up properly, back resting against the headboard, “i can’t just pretend like it’s not there.. like i don’t feel this way”

haru looked at you, a raised eyebrow, confused again, and slightly concerned. “what are you talking about?” — it was inevitable now, you had to say it. that or embarrass yourself.

“i think i’m..” you hesitated, watching haru’s expression harden, like he knew what you were about to say. “i think i like you..” he got up, putting his shirt back on. — guess you chose to embarrass yourself even though you confessed.

you felt a pang in your chest, a hurt that you couldn’t describe that mixed with the embarrassment knowing that haru didn’t want anything exclusive, he didn’t want a relationship. just someone he can be with whenever he needed it.

“where are you going?” you asked and he stopped midway of buckling his jeans, a glare of disgust on his face.

“i’m not fucking gay.” he muttered, like the whole idea of it was revolting to him. like it made his skin crawl, like you called him something so sickening no one would ever fathom the idea of it.

he walked out after this, leaving you frozen. you couldn’t process what happened, you couldn’t grasp the reality that who you were just kissing, who said he loved you when it was just you two was switching up and being so.. weird to you.

you texted him after he left, but he never replied back to you, and you gave him space, knowing he needed time.

the next week, you returned to school and you saw him, and a girl? — you normally minded your business, but you couldn’t look away as you watched them act like a couple, it made you sick to your stomach.

you loved haru, and he knew you did, but you weren’t out to anyone due to the fear of possibly being disowned. you two hadn’t spoken since that day, you tried reaching out but to no avail.

you looked away from them, texting haru again, “please, just meet me in the courtyard during lunch” you texted then shut off your phone, walking off to class.

later comes, and he’s in the courtyard, waiting for you. he was conflicted about what to do, but to you it came off like he didn’t wanna be there — when you walked up to him the first thing that spilled out was an apology and a request.

“i’m really sorry about that day.. just please don’t tell anyone” you’d ask, the way you sounded strangely made his heart feel weird, an unusual guilt eating at him.

he played it off though, just shrugging, “okay” and you nod, before walking away. you knew that'd be the last time you two would ever interact, but came the night of a party you both got invited to, one thing led to another and yet again, you woke up to haru beside you in bed.

this time you were the first to get up, getting dressed but before you could grab your shirt you felt haru tugging at you by your boxers, “stay here..” he mumbled, half asleep.

you wanted to believe he actually wanted you there, but he was still asleep, you just moved from his grasp, continuing to dress yourself.

when you put on your shirt he spoke again, “where are you going?” he sounded almost hurt, guilt seeping through his voice, creating a vulnerable mixture.

“home” you replied, simple. it wasn’t a lie, haru could only look at you, wanting to say more but scared for some reason, like he couldn’t verbalize whatever he wanted to say. “get home safe”

you were in disbelief, watching as he got up and got dressed himself, now he wasn’t looking at you, checking his phone and texting someone back.

you walked out, going back to your apartment. later that day, you received a call from your mom, she was asking you to come home for the weekend and you did — but haru was there.

you walked in, seeing the glare in your father’s eyes once he saw you. “sit, son.” he muttered, tone disgusted almost. you noticed the slight smirk on haru’s face, but you don't think much into it.

you sat down, feeling awkward, you looked at your dad, a scared swallow before you spoke, “uh.. why’d you call me over?” you watched as his jaw clenched before he spoke — “haru here told us some.. news.”

you felt your heart drop, a fear growing in your body. your parents were heavily homophobic, it was beyond ignorance. they weren’t even under the umbrella of not possibly understanding homosexuality, they never bothered to learn or attempt to educate themselves on anything of the culture of being queer.

they just hated people of the community, saying disgusting things about them, even raising you to be “normal” to have heterotic expectations in life, nothing more or what they consider abnormal or weird, strange, disgusting, different.

“what news?” you asked, careful, scared to the say the least. your dad glared between you and haru before speaking, “you’re a fucking f*****” he said, making you freeze, but your mother was just so normal — cutting the pie like he didn’t just say that.

you noticed haru’s body go rigid, his own heart dropping at the hatred in your father’s tone when he said that word. a shaky breath left you, opening your mouth to try to defend but he spoke again.

“you know what they do to people like you weirdos? they kill ‘em, it’s not normal — not morally correct.” your dad stated, casually cutting into the pie. your hands clenched into fists at your sides, looking at him.

“morally incorrect?” you scoffed, but it was disbelief, “how is it morally incorrect?” and he looked at you, nodding, “haven’t i told you since you were young? those.. gay people, they’re sick in the head. have some type of weird disease or somethin’” he muttered, not giving a clear answer.

“disease?” you asked and he looked at you, not backing down, “yeah, somethin’s wrong with ‘em, they think loving a man is normal but that’s not what the bible said — homosexuality is a sinful thing, boy” he said, taking a bite of the pie.

your eyes darted to your mother, she hadn’t said a word this whole time, but once her eyes met yours she finally spoke, a gentle condescending tone, “your father’s not wrong honey, but we’ll love you regardless” but your father was quick to speak, “we?” he scoffed, “he can burn in hell on his own”

you looked at haru again then back at your parents, finally deciding to ask, “how do you know i’m gay?” and your dad just gestured to haru, “wonderin’ why he’s here? he’s doing a good deed, you gay folk can’t accept when a straight man don't want you, huh?” he joked, chuckling — but no one laughed.

you stood up, unable to take anymore. you grabbed your coat, your keys, and walked to the door but haru followed you — “y/n, please don’t-“ you just looked at him, shaking your head.

“you outed me to my own parents, i confided in you, haru. for once i thought i could trust someone with something so.. important to me and you just..” you scoffed, “you spread it like it’s news. being gay in my family isn't as accepted as it is out in the world. they’re old fashion” you said about your parents.

he froze, eyes filling with guilt and he opened his mouth to apologize but you just shook your head, walking out the door. you avoided haru and every attempt he had to talk to you.

back at school, he played straight, like he didn’t ruin your life just a few days ago. like he didn’t sit there and listen to your father say what he said.

after watching him play normal for so long, one day when you went back home you sat on your bed, looking at the pills on your nightstand. you picked up the bottle, looking at the label. — it had been months since you last took these, but you felt like you needed them now.

you took one, laying on the bed and closing your eyes. you woke up the next morning, everything was silent, peaceful. that was until your phone rang, it was haru.

“y/n.. can we talk?” you didn’t want to but something inside you still loved him, you couldn’t stop it. “about what?” you replied, and he replied with something that made you freeze, breath hitching.

“i think i love you too” but you recovered quickly, hanging up on him.

he called again, you didn’t answer, then again, you didn’t answer.

again. no answer.

again. answer, but hung up only a second in.

again. no answer.

again. muted.

your phone lit up with his contact for hours until your phone died, you didn’t leave your bed that day, hell not even your room. you couldn’t process the fact that he would ruin your life the way that he did and come back and try to pretend like he didn’t.

you don’t answer him for months to say the least, hell you disappeared for the rest of the semester. only coming back a few days before the semester was over and haru had a boyfriend.

seeing this you could only scoff, but when he saw you, he also hated you — he felt like he waited months for nothing but his reason was so irrelevant compared to yours. you lost your relationship with your parents, your close friends, any close family you had all because haru didn’t wanna be outed so he let your life get ruined just to come out with a boyfriend only a few months after fucking you over.

fucking ironic.

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masterlist ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

#ateez ִ ࣪𖤐

aren’t you tired..? - matz

fem!hwa hcs - multi-ship

#xlov ꫂ ၴႅၴ

‘but you said you loved me..’ k.h x m!r

#atz x lov

‘i think i need someone older…’ — p.sh x c.kj — ateez x xlov

#drafts

‘i would give anything just to be your everything’ 2ho - ateez

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how do we feel about this as my first xlov related drop??

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you could write something for jongho as a hero. maybe spider!yunho meeting hero!jongho

wait this idea is soo cool!! i’m definitely gonna write this

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i need drabble ideas idc who its for at this point💔

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okay you guys have me for the next few hours for drabbles/thoughts im drunk rn tho so mispells might happen

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matz drabble — “aren’t you tired?” (649 wc)

#warnings — power dynamics, blowjob (hj receiving, unprotected sexual acts, spitting, begging, usage of “hyung”, studio sex, sloppy sex , bottom hongjoong , top hwa , dom!hwa? subby!joong, barely coherent!joong, etc?

i’ve been thinking so much about an exhausted producer!hj who's been stressed about his new album for one of his artists, he knew the time was inching closer and closer before he had to have something to give them yet no matter what he did, he just couldn't get the songs right. - his boyfriend, seonghwa, had been there the entire time, watching hongjoong lose his mind slowly with each beat that ruined the next.

seonghwa watched his frustration grow, smirking to himself as he watched as joong sigh heavily each time the song was ruined — his eyes darting between his phone and joong.

after a while of this, hwa went to the bathroom, and a few minutes later he returned to find hongjoong dosing off, his eyes heavily lidded as he continued working on the song.

hwa walked up to him, a gentle tone as he asked, “aren’t you tired?” and joong shook his head, mumbling “no” but hwa didn’t believe him. he lifted joong’s face, making him face him, and he softly pressed a kiss to his lips — hongjoong wasn’t exactly tired, but his body was. he was stressed and had been for months at this point.

seonghwa’s kiss leveled him into reality, and he responded eagerly. he wasn’t the type to hide if he was needy unless he absolutely had to, but by this point it had been so long he couldn’t exactly… perform anymore. — his brain was clouded.

he allowed hwa’s tongue to slide into his mouth, hwa’s hands took joong’s off the booth, and placed his hands on his waist. “keep them here”, seonghwa whispered, kissing his neck.

joong whimpered, his hips were already shifting — hwa noticed and chuckled against his soft skin, causing a louder noise to leave him.

his cock slowly stiffened in his sweats,, whines leaving him as he grinded against his boxers. “h-hwa.. please” he pleaded, but hwa continued his teasing.

“patience” seonghwa muttered, but slid off hongjoong’s pants. joong was leaking, he was a known leaker. his boxers had a dark spot on them, a wet one. hwa’s fingers traced the area, causing joong’s hips to buck up.

“so needy..” hwa whispered, continuing to allow his fingers to circle the area. his tongue traced joong’s adam’s apple, the producer could only whimper — a stark contrast to the kim hongjoong they’d see on stage.

his hips bucked against hwa’s hand, which was now fondling him through his boxers, he had a shit eating grin on his face, squeezing joong through the thin fabric.

he finally freed him from the restraints of the underwear, now stroking joong as he got on his knees. hwa knew joong loved seeing him on his knees, joong was a little pervert after all.

he took him into his mouth, bobbing his head up and down, the younger now moaning freely. thanking hwa for allowing him to receive pleasure.

he could feel the older’s throat relaxing, meaning it was finally his chance. he began fucking seonghwa’s throat, holding his head in place, whining and whimpering as the pleasure filled his body.

it didn’t take much longer for him to cum, clearly unannounced as well since he made hwa gag, which meant he was fucked.

once given the chance, seonghwa stood up and bent joong over the desk, one loud strike to his ass, making him cry out — seonghwa tried to be gentle but, whats the fun in that?

he spread joong’s ass cheeks, spitting to lube up his hole before thrusting inside him. joong cried out, already gripping at the table, hoping for some form of grounding.

seonghwa was far from gentle with the younger, hips slamming against his ass as he degraded him, mocking each of his sounds as joong continued to be, “hyung, slow down” and repeating, “it’s too much” in a whiny voice that only made hwa harder, hornier and fuck him faster.

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mama!seonghwa hcs

#warnings — fem!hwa, usage of mommy/mama, usage of she/her for hwa, duos with san, woo, yunho and mingi, sfw!!, kissing n cuddles, slight fluffy smut, etc maybe!

𑣲hwa + san .ᐟ — whiny/pouty tired san, kisses n cuddles

mama!seonghwa who loves it when her lil boys (san, wooyoung, yunho, and mingi) come up to her murmuring, “mama..” either beyond exhausted or just wanting cuddles — san always being the first one to appear freshly after a schedule. he was fresh out of his shower, still in his robe and pouting as he laid beside her in the bed.

he would bury his face in her neck, ignoring that she was already trying to read — a soft chuckle coming from her, tone ever so light, “hello sannie, doing okay?”

seonghwa would put the book down, giving her sweet boy undivided attention. her hands opening for him so he can sit in her lap, he really didn’t want much but cuddles.

and that's what he did, burying his face deeper into the crook of her neck, breathing in the soft scent of peach and the usual baby powder she’d use. he was exhausted from the concert just a few hours prior, and she knew this.

seonghwa just gently played in his hair, humming to him as he fell asleep. despite san having that persona on stage, he was genuinely a softie who wanted love as much as everyone else around him got.

the way seonghwa treated him made him feel fuzzy inside, and he’s made that clear. he always falls asleep with her the fastest and its the cutest thing ever.

𑣲hwa + woo .ᐟ — apologetic woo, kissing n reassurance

mama!hwa who had just walked into the dorms after her long day at the photoshoot, exhausted and really just wanting to rest coming back to seeing the house in disarray.

she had left the house in the care of wooyoung, mingi and yunho. a soft sigh left her throat as she noticed the stains and mess of the house, but she still made her way to her room.

having already been tired, seonghwa’s body was slightly tense. she walked into her room to find her boys on the bed, asleep aside from wooyoung who looked worried.

“is everything okay, mommy?” he’d ask, genuinely concerned for her and hwa only nodded. he got out of the bed, mingi who was laying on him stirred slightly but stayed asleep.

wooyoung took off hwa’s coat, then hugged her, apologizing for the mess of the house. seonghwa could feel her heart break a little, she hated when wooyoung would blame himself for something he normally couldn’t control.

she pressed a gentle kiss to his head, whispering a soft, “it’s okay baby”. she hugged him tightly, a sign of gentle reassurance so he knew he wasn’t in trouble for anything.

𑣲hwa + mingi .ᐟ — forgetful mingi, kissing

mingi was never a problem when it came to seonghwa, well until today. seonghwa sent mingi to the store to get a few things that they’d need later that might and he returned with everything but that.

hwa was out grabbing the remaining things, unaware that mingi hadn’t grabbed anything that she asked. returning home to see grocery bags on the floor, she assumed it was what she asked for but upon walking into the kitchen, he was eating cake and ice cream.

she only smiled softly, then calmly asked, “did you get what i asked?” and he looked confused, “what do you mean, mama?” and she sighed.

“mingi, sweetie, i sent you to the store to get some items for dinner. what did you end up getting?” she asked, trying to keep her calm because mingi probably didn’t know. he handed the receipt to her and she let out a genuine, disappointed sigh, and crumbled it.

the younger looked at her, his eye’s apologetic. he opened his mouth to apologize but she just softly grabbed his chin and kissed him on his pouty lips — “it’s okay, i’ll be back” she spoke softly before walking back out to get the groceries.

𑣲hwa + yunho .ᐟ — fluffy smut drabble, usage of “puppy”

yunho who’s been bothering seonghwa for.. let’s say some weeks. schedules have been horrible for everyone in the group and usually yunho needs his release to handle his stress but hwa’s been so tired he’s been getting less and less time to actually get his release.

yunho couldn’t take it anymore, he stormed out of practice earlier, frustrated with everything. the taller leaned against the walls in the building, tears streaming down his face as he tried to relax but he couldn’t, not unless he had his release.

what he didn’t know was that hwa had followed behind him, her tone ever so soft and caring as she asked what was wrong. he told her what was happening, why he was so frustrated and hwa could only feel horrible about it.

she hadn’t even realized she had been so distant away from him, she decided to take him to the bathroom. kissing him softly once they were alone, her hands working their magic, it wasn’t long before the bathroom filled with his soft whimpers and pleas, his little “thank yous” slipping each time hwa’s hands pumped.

she kissed his neck, calling him “mommy’s needy puppy” which made him finish. they cleaned up, but yunho needed a minute, his brain being basically mush after this.

[yunazxxx]

dude no i rlly wanna write smth to be inclusive for my amab/tmasc/ftm/nb readers and etc. readers but i dont wanna seem weird for it (??) but i also dont wanna seem like im completely ignoring everyone who reads my fics esp as someone who’s currently having issues w gender identity i wanna include everyone and make every feel as equally seen but i just dont have ideas and its actually killing me

[hxrusita]

doing this here btw!