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[feliix]

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[feliix]

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Hi!! If you still take asks, how about shy Chan when he sees you naked for the first time and being an absolute sweetheart in bed? Praise him, brush his disheveled hair with your fingers, kiss him softly all over his shoulders that are within your reach, interwine your fingers with him and look into his pretty eyes and he'll melt right on your body 🥺👉👈

Softboy!Chan agenda 😔🤙

warnings: suggestive, nipple play (receiving), soft sexy things.

Honestly, with the way Chan was acting right now, you would've thought he was a virgin if you didn't know better.

His eyes were wide, looking all over you as you laid yourself out on his bed sheets, and you giggled as you saw him swallow the excess saliva building in his mouth. He looked up at you, startled by your laugh, and he smiled sheepishly, ducking down to rest his head into your neck.

"Shut up, you're just really pretty is all," he mumbles and you coo, running your fingers through his hair as you press kisses to his temple. You sigh when he returns the kisses, pressing them wetly onto your collarbone, and you moan when he moves his mouth down to your nipple.

"Just pretty?" You whisper, bringing your other hand to grab onto one of his broad shoulders. Chan hums before unlatching from your perked bud, shaking his head no as he looks up at you with soft, smiling eyes. "No, you're a lot of other things too."

"Like what?" You cock a brow, smirking when Chan lets out that nervous giggle he always makes whenever he's flustered. He bows his head down and you coo at feeling just how warm his cheeks are against your skin.

"It's too embarrassing."

"Chan we're literally both naked and about to have sex," you deadpan and Chan whines, collapsing fully on top of you as his nerves seem to take away all his strength. You outright laugh at that, hugging his body close to yours and pressing kisses to the top of his head.

You grin to yourself as an idea comes to mind, your soft gentle rubs against his back turning into scratches that make Chan shiver on top of you. "Why don't we change positions, hmm? That way I can ride you and you can see all of my as much as you want."

[ohmysparkle]

✨ Spellbound: Prologue

Series Masterlist

✨ Pairing: Hyunjin x reader

✨ Length: 2.9k

✨ Warnings: none in this chapter

✨ Tag List: @xviternity @straykisz @97lovestay @aliceu @meow-minho @velvetand-roses

✧･ﾟ🌑: *✧🌙 . *⭐️:*✧✨* : ･ﾟ✧ *.🌑 ✧･ﾟ

A dainty young secretary in a stylish little skirted suit dashes down a hallway towards an office, holding a telephone receiver in her hand, careful that the wire doesn’t snag behind her lest her boss get upset. Afterall, he’s been waiting for this for quite some time.

Knock, knock, knock!

“Yes?” A sharp voice calls out on the other side of the heavy wooden doors. She opens one wide.

“Mr. Mayor! They’re on the line for you!” She urges.

“Damn time, Alyssa! Come in, hurry up and bring your notebook!” He shouts. The secretary dashes back to her desk and grabs her notepad, looking back to the Mayor’s office to see if he’s connected to the line before she hangs the receiver. She dashes back, little heels clicking on the glossy floor.

“Speaker.” She insists to the mayor, urging so that he presses the button in time for her to hear the person on the other line answer. His neat mustache wiggles before he gives a stern “Hello.” for whoever is on the line.

“Hello, this is the Old Zealand Office of Coordination for the Association of Guilds, Clans and other Specialists on Magical, Supernatural and Paranormal Affairs, also known as SMSPA Central. This is Ezra, Lead Coordinator, speaking. What may I help you with today?” Both the Mayor and his assistant quirk eyebrows at the upbeatness of the man's way of speaking, and the mayor clears his throat before his focus escapes him.

“Ezra, good man! This is Mayor Armand Brandywine speaking from Nocturne Town, from the League of Lake Towns… Uh, calling because, hmm… I believe Ezra, it’s been two months-“

“Nocturne, Nocturne, Nocturne… hmm?” Ezra ponders, measuring the familiarity of the name - “Oh yes! The Ponies! I saw your Towns in a travel magazine just last week! My wife has insisted we go over to the League for our anniversary, she says apparently the great lakes over there are crystal clear, and that there are hills full of flowers and quaint little towns pocketed beneath, and that you use the most darling trains and ferries to move about. And the semi-annual pony contest!”

“I - yes, well - we do. Listen Ezra, as I was saying… it’s been four months since we filed an official request to have a specialist come here to help with a witch problem…”

“A witch?!” Ezra exclaims in disbelief, “A witch way out there? No way, you’re not even close to any of our mildly risky areas… there’s hardly any magical activity on your continent. Are you sure it’s a ‘bad’ witch?”

“Yes, positive.”

“Like a ‘sold her soul’ to the devil kind of witch? Or ‘weird lady who lives in the woods and smokes a pipe that makes people sort of uncomfortable but is actually really harmless’ kind of witch?” He questions.

“The former.” Armand replies flatly, giving Alyssa a look.

“Bad?” Ezra confirms.

“Yes, that’s correct.”

“And to whom did you submit your request with this claim?” Ezra continues asking.

“To a mister…” Armand looks at Alyssa.

“Zachary Z.” Alyssa whispers, clearly mouthing out the name.

“It was addressed to a Mr. Zachary, I believe he was the liaison for this region.” Armand states.

“Oh no…” Ezra does not say anything after this exclamation, and again, Alyssa and Armand share a look throughout that moment of silence.

“Oh… no?” Armand asks after uncomfortably expecting Ezra’s reply..

“Yes, ‘oh no’... you see, Zack was on a field assignment a few months ago and… well, he died. He was assessing if a local pyromancer had become a danger worthy of sending a specialist.”

“Oh.” Armand mouths to Alyssa, with her silently making the same gesture.

“We wouldn’t have any record of his assignments - he had his suitcase with him when he burned.” Ezra continued.

“Oh!” Alyssa silently exclaimes, again, crossing wide eyes with her boss, both of their faces contorting into grimaces.

“Oh poor Zack… He burned, suitcase and all…” Ezra reminisces. Armand is at a loss of words in the awkwardness of it all until the man on the other end bounces back. “So anyways, tell me about this witch of yours to see if I can help. When were the first and last reported sightings? ” Ezra returns to his upbeat, almost musical tone of speaking, having not missed a beat despite the sorrowful interlude.

“Well, you see… no one’s actually seen here. But - “

“Invisibility, you say?! Now that’s something you don’t see often!” Ezra prematurely interrupts, not missing the opportunity for his pun.

“No, no! I mean we haven’t sighted her… yet!” He corrects.

“So you are… placing a request for a specialist… for a witch that is unconfirmed?” Ezra says rather skeptically.

“But, there have been signs! Items, I mean trinkets, of witchcraft appearing in people's homes, dead animals stuffed with tokens…” the Mayor explains.

“Don’t forget the symbols!” Alyssa urgently whispers.

“And symbols! Runes! Painted on people's doors and under their beds!” Just as if he were visiting a skeptical doctor, Mayor Brandywine made the symptoms seem as serious as he could in fear that he would not be taken seriously.

“Hmm… could just be a prankster… any other proof? Any bewitchings? Hexes? Evident signs of curses or dark magic?”

“Well… people have dreamt of the same faceless woman, but I’m afraid we can't prove anything.”

“Well, in that case, it might be difficult to process a request on the basis of a witch. Besides, if there really is a witch, and she’s not actively harming the population, it might be better to just… let her be.” Ezra muses.

“Let her be?!” Alysaa mouths to Armand, which he repeats verbatim to Ezra on the line with emphasis on his outrage.

“Well, yeah, I mean… ‘evil’ and ‘bad’ are both pretty wide scopes. Maybe, if you think about it, witches are almost still human. Just think of her as a bad neighbor. Sometimes it’s more bothersome to deal with them and confront them than to simply let them be” Ezra suggests.

“Wait! Hold on, hold on! Can’t you at least send us someone to evaluate the situation? Maybe one of those fancy Black Knights?”

“Ha! Black Knights, ha! Get a load of this guy Zelda, he wants a Black Knight for one witch!” Armand and Alyssa can hear several people laughing on the other end of the line, most likely seated in desks beside Ezra’s. “No way… have you not seen how things are over in Arcadia? Necromancers, lots of real witches that people actually see, all kinds of undead… ha! Good luck trying to find a Black Knight at this rate, they’re all boarded up in their own country. Simply no way. They won’t leave their little civil-war-issue-thingy over there unless it's something serious. Like bad bad bad black magic serious, not ‘maybe a witch’.”

“Fine!” Armand says with an eye roll, “What about an Other Brother, or a Ghost Buster?!”

“Listen to this guy! Are you honestly willing to go beg one of those associations for an unconfirmed witch?”

“Alright, alright… What about one of those Arctic Druids?”

“No! No! Simply no! We do not work with those people anymore, they are way too fond of human sacrifice. No!” He firmly refutes.

“Then who the hell can deal with a witch?” Armand asks in exasperation, still communicating with Alyssa in silent glances.

“Oh we’ve got a handful of people available… but not for your case, seeing how it is. Hmm… let me think… Are you maybe dealing with anything else?” Brandywine takes advantage of this question to put in complaints that have been more complicated to deal with.

“Yes! Werewolves - plenty of them, and I’m pretty sure someone has been sneaking some bloodusckers into town.” The mayor emphasizes this with a slammed palm on the table.

“Well, Mr. Brandywine, I’m seeing here that some of the towns in the League allow werewolves… hmm.” The sound of flipping papers and heavy slams of stack of folders is clear over the speaker. “But I see here in my records that Nocturne itself is not a ratifying member of the ‘Treatise on the Rights of Magically Affected’ of ‘78, yet I also see that werewolves residents are allowed so long as they adhere to specific medical protocol - which as I see, is being tended to by a Dr. Nemo…”

“Yes but they are a danger to the population! They - they…” the Mayor looks at Alyssa for guidance.

“Say they spend the full moon naked in the woods!” She whispers with fervent urgency and he nods. Bingo!

“They transform without any kind of restraint, running free through town. The woods are like a hunting ground for them, God forbid any innocent happen to roam near there at night. Near feral, I say!” Armand dramatically states.

“Hmm… Well, they should be following medical protocol under the supervision of a trained magical practitioner. I see you have someone assigned,,, a Dr. Nemo? And, these vampires, they are outlawed within your jurisdiction, is that correct? I don’t see any record of any vampiric trespassing, no reported cases or documentation here at all.” Armand worries at Ezra’s skeptical tone, concerned he’ll lose his request.

“It’s that damn Doctor, I tell you!” He finally exclaimes, “I’m sure she’s been bringing in all those vampys under the table. You know what we do to them, they must submit to the authorities to be defanged and treated - that is the law here. Some of those free loving magi hippies on the other Islands may think differently, but everything to the west of me is a Vampire Free Zone.”

“The sirens!” Alyssa quietly interjects.

“And do not get me started on the damn sirens! Zombies too!” Armand concludes.

“Hmm…” Ezra thinks, he has quite a dilemma. According to all records, Mayor Armand Brandywine and several other governors in the League of Lake Towns are quite ‘anti-magic’, not so much the practice of it, but the act of being magical. He isn’t a stranger to getting calls like these, trying to put much needed specialists in situations that are otherwise political, and quite frankly, he was quite clear on not having one of his guys go in to terrorize people.

Ezra considers some of Zachary’s old notes… scribbled on some files in a shared folder. “Mayor Brandywine - staunch anti magi-humanist” meaning, he did not consider magically affected peoples, such as vampires and werewolves, zombies and sirens, to be human at all but instead monsters. Ezra could not allocate a particularly special specialist such as a Black Knight for such a frivolous case. After all, there were greater urgencies elsewhere on his hemisphere. Besides, his organization did not treat such individuals as monsters, he could not give Brandywine what he seemed to suggest he wanted. Monsters, by the standards of the SMSPA, were non-human entities. Enchanted animals and whatnot, ghouls, definitely the incurable undead - so long as they were precisely incurable. He thinks of a possible solution until something catches his eye…

A sheet tucked neatly into the regional folder where Mayor Brandywine’s town’s information was, titled simply “Dr. Nemo - Practitioner of Magical Medicine and Professor of Magical Biology”. Most of the fields were blacked out with ink, a brief description stating that her office was in Nocturne Town, despite the stance of Brandywine, and that she taught a focus course in a magical academy on the other side of the League. Hmm, no picture either, and suspiciously young.

Ezra continued to study the sheet, finding something of particular interest. A stamped red seal that every coordinator in Central knew, but that he had only come across twice before in all of his years of service:

Do not intervene - Tier S approval. The licences assigned to this person were quite… advanced, and quite… obscure. And below… request submitted by the Armed Forces of the League of Lake Towns.

Ah yes, a centralized police and military force for all of the smaller cities and townships in the League. Must be messy, especially considering the polarized stances on magic from the different members on the lake. But why would a magical practitioner require such high level authorization? He’d only seen it used for instances involving Black Knights and the like… never for something as lowly as medical men.

This is definitely one of those hush hush situations, lots of the specialists in his region required anonymity, hid from persecution because of their skills, or ran from some of their previous targets… especially if those individuals worked in the same field as this so-called Dr. Nemo. But this person… he didn’t place them in Nocturne, or else he would have remembered. This must have come from higher up - one of those top secret cases that Zachary would occasionally manage.

It certainly was curious. He held the blacked out form in his hands, retracing the dented letters that pressed this curious name on the paper… Dr. Nemo. Sounded like something out of a book.

“I have… a possible solution.” Ezra finally states, after the Mayor and his assistant had been expectantly leaning into the speaker for some time. “Maybe, perhaps, I can send you someone… Zandor!” Ezra calls to someone who seems to be at a distance from him. “Have we got any newbies?”

“What field?” A voice calls back in the distance.

“Monster hunters.” Ezra specifies.

“We got a class of newbies from that place they sent us that last guy from - the one you sent after that undead bear.” Zandor answers back.

“Gimme!” Ezra orders with a couple of finger snaps, and soon enough Alyssa and Armand hear a heavy folder plop on his desk. “Let’s see here… hmm, quite a few available clansmen… eenie meenie miney mo! Aha! No, not this one… aha!”

Ezra studies the page. The picture is of a young man who looks a bit too young to be in the field. The boy is trained to deal with most issues passively, good references, a bit inexperienced. No reports of excessive force. Mayor Brandywine won't be able to do much harm with the kid’s stats, he thinks, and he’s got good training and just the right licences. Silence again, until Ezra resumes after having studied the file.

“Aha! I’ve got your man. Hmm, and he’s quite a looker! Hyunjin, Hwang Hyunjin. Recently licensed as a tier one monster hunter… deals with all kinds of threatening non-occult entities... authorized to identify threats that are of the occult or ‘other’ nature. Can dispel moderately complex dark magic… transfiguration, discretion, stealth. Sounds good. The boy won’t cost you as much as a Black Knight, that for sure. If you have a werewolf or vampire problem, he can deal, and if you do have a witch, he can send us the claim and we’ll scale it up. How does that sound?”

“Not ideal.” Armand replies with a sigh. “How much does he cost?”

“Hmm…” Ezra presses keys into some kind of machine, “two and ninety seven hundredths of Zealand Zeals per Rupee… fifteen point two Limnian Ponies per… He’s gonna cost you twenty thousand Ponies a month.”

“How much do we have?” Armand quickly whispers to Alyssa.

“We can go up to thirty grand.” She replies. He nods, knowing what part to play.

“Twenty thousand?! We don't have that kind of money!” the Mayor exclaims, putting on the best of his acts. “We can do fifteen!”

Ezra takes a good, long sigh before replying. “Fifteen… and you offer top quality room and board, full, two days a week off, and one day a week for him to take private jobs in the area. He works four days for scheduled items, but will be available 24/7 for emergencies pending his acknowledgment of it actually being an emergency.”

“Deal.” Brandywine quickly affirms, quietly snickering at his accomplishment.

“That being said… I see you only have one other magical specialist in the region, that being this Dr. Nemo. You will make sure Clansman Hwang has access to medical care in the case of any event, and you will make sure he is given a thorough briefing on the area he will service, in this case I am writing his permit to do his work in Nocturne Town, and authorizing him to take up private commissions and attend to emergencies throughout the entire League.”

“Done.”

“Very well Mister Brandywine - “

“Mayor.” He corrects.

“... Mayor Brandywine. You can expect your specialist to arrive in ten days, please be mindful of the documentation and permits he hands you, you will need to keep them safe. Payment instructions will be attached, we collect monthly. For any additional inquiries, feel free to call, and I’d greatly appreciate if you could stay on the line to answer a quick survey if you considered my services satisfactory this day. Thank you for calling Old Zealand Office of Coordination for the Association of Guilds, Clans and other Specialists on Magical, Supernatural and Paranormal Affairs, goodbye.” Ezra’s tone had become flatter, but in view of his dirty victory, Mayor Armand Brandywine did not notice.

The line soon goes dead.

“So… looks like we’ve got a fix to our little problems. Make sure to register the expenses as twenty thousand ponies. Understand?” He says to Alyssa.

“And if it’s not billed in the invoice? They said only fifteen.” She questions.

“Administrative expenses.”

[exocean]

favourite changbin looks 19/∞

[dulceamar]

[ SEPTEMBER 24, 2021 – THE DAY I BROKE ]

that one skz member whose name stats with ‘h’ x g.n reader

wc: n/a

you knew it was bound to happen, you were actually wondering why it had taken so long to get the deed done. but, after seeing the results, you were starting to regret even having that sort of thoughts before. now, you thought, this is karma, my time of truth has come.

safe to say you weren’t ready for it.

“are you seriously not going to look at me?”

honestly, you foolishly thought you had until the end of the year, maybe beginning of the next, but this?? right when you were in a perpetual state of joy and content, when you felt all was right in the world just because of that, they decided to take that happiness away from you. and there was no coming back from that, not ever.

“babe, come on, you can’t be serious.”

oh, but you were. you so were. so much so, that you laid face down on the bed and decided to stop torturing your eyesight from furiously staring at your phone, watching over and over again a stupid reel on instagram, and kept scrolling, not really seeing anything.

“yn, we talked about this…”

“no, you talked about it, I argued against it when you know I’m always right but… but you still decided to ignore and now… I can’t face you… it’s too painful.”

HYUNJIN was really trying to keep a straight and serious composure at this moment, since you apparently decided to switch roles and be as dramatic as he usually was. he’s seen you match his energy countless times, and he always enjoyed those moments to the fullest, but today it was different. all of it over-

“and don’t think I’m coming near you again, I can’t stand it.”

now that was unfair. “what?!? yn, sweetie, there’s no need for that.”

you tsked, now having switched to Pinterest in search of your favorite aesthetic so that it could soothe you, but you forgot you were logged in on your other account, the one where his pictures often occasionally popped up, alongside others in the industry. needless to say, to avoid yet another tragedy, you quickly switched, and sighed once you saw the aesthetic pictures of beaches and cafés and streets. “your actions have consequences HYUNJIN, it’s about time you learn that.”

he was getting a little frustrated with your attitude, since it’s been literal days since he’s seen you, busy with promotions and you also leading your life, so one could assume that, as the loving and affectionate boyfriend he was, there was a current drought inside him going on at the moment, one that had your name stamped on it.

because of that, he didn’t think twice to throw himself over you on the bed.

the sudden weight on top of you made you lose your breath and drop your phone behind the pillow you were resting your arms on, now unable to move because two unnecessarily long arms locked yours into place, and you felt a chin accommodating itself on your shoulder until it was settled.

quietude filled your bedroom, only your ragged breaths due to the, ehem, five feet ten body over you, lying on you. HYUNJIN, on the other hand, couldn’t help but to breathe deeply, taking in your comforting scent, your warmth after so long, feeling as if he’d been revitalized and given another chance at life, even if it sounded exaggerated.

delicately, right next to your ear, he dared to begin, softly. “baby, look at me.”

“no.” even your voice sounded as if you were struggling, but HYUNJIN was on a mission.

“then listen to me, okay?” no answer. he took it as a green light. “I know you were really attached, and you know I know you’ve been in love with it even before meeting me, so I understand what you’re going through–”

at that, a slight sniffle could be heard, just as you softly whimpered, “no, you don’t.”

biting his lip hard, HYUNJIN thought carefully of his next words, at the end choosing the ones that always made you talk. “then talk to me sweetheart, you know you can tell me anything.”

a moment of silence ensued, and for a moment, he thought that it didn’t work, and as he was scrambling in his head for a way to continue, you, yet again, let out a whimper, followed by a pitiful – teary??? – “it’s gone, HYUNJIN.” he swore he’d never heard you talk (sob??) like that, perhaps only on movies in which an animal, er, well- “you just don’t get it, because you’ll probably feel the same but I won’t, okay??? and-and how am I supposed to live like this? deprived of my right, now what am I supposed to do??? brush it, comb my fingers through it, play with it like- like that?? now it’s all meaningless, I don’t have a purpose anymore, this is the most atrocious day in humanity’s entire history-”

“yn.” his stern voice made you sniffle petulantly, turning your head to the side as much as you could. regardless, he still caught sight of your cheek, which had a lone tear rolling down. and he still couldn’t believe his eyes. “you can’t be seriously crying over me cutting my hair.”

[ohmysparkle]

Stray Kids as Stray Cats

A cute little thing I thought of

* Length: 1.3K

* Warnings: none

* Genre: fluff

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Chan:

This good catto looks nice and healthy. He’s a large striped gray cat with shiny short fur and a good healthy weight. He’s not overly affectionate but he’s always up for a head pat or two. Gets along with all of the other cats in the neighborhood and makes sure no one gangs up on the kittens. Bodega owners love him, and a few of them think he’s their bodega cat.

But actually… he isn’t a stray. He has a mommy and daddy and they don’t put a collar on him because they know he’s a responsible boy that comes back home alright. They don’t really bother to clarify to anyone that Chansie is a house cat - they let him enjoy his social life.

Minho:

That one bitch of a cat that’s too damn gorgeous to be a stray but he is. He's a big boy with a long black coat that's ultra shiny. Gorgeous green eyes. You think he’s probably mixed with Maine Coon because of his size and fur.

This mf walks around like he owns the neighborhood, and he kinda does. Girls love stopping to take pictures of him for instagram, and he just lies there like he doesn’t care, giving those instacat angles and looking all fine. Probably has five kitty-mommies and he has evaded multiple attempts of capture from shelters that try to keep his bad boy from filling the streets with his furry babies. No way Jose, Min-hoe isn’t letting some human neuter his prized jewels away.

Changbin:

A very unique brown cat, shortish hair. He looks super plump and cute, has a nice round body with short and thick legs that make you want to PAT PAT the kitty. To your misfortune, baby boy BinBin HATES being pet. You resign yourself to looking at him from a distance, and he looks back indifferently with his petty yellow eyes.

BinBin is a clever cat, he’s made his home in an old lady’s garden. She puts food out for him and he’s got a nice little lawn full of flowers to lounge on, and when it’s rainy he has a little outdoor cat house to stay dry and warm. He was quite smart in picking this particular old lady though; she’s got bad knees and can't crouch down to pet him, plus she splurges on the best cat food since she has no grandchildren.

Hyunjin:

One evening, you’re stepping out of your shower when you’re met with a set of glimmering green eyes from atop the dresser. At first, you scream. Upon further inspection, you realize that it’s a slinky black cat in the dark…

You do not own a cat. How the fuck did this creature get in?

The moment you try to parley with this pussy to try to shoo him out, he rubs up against you and purrs. A lot. Then he does that little thing with his paws that looks like he’s kneading bread, and when you pick him up he snuggles into your neck.

One trip to the vet to get his shots and his boy parts snipped later, and Jinnie is now a house cat. 10/10 will give you a heart attack because he will run away at any chance but come back a few hours later with a dead bird. Loves expensive toys and pretty collars with bells. Very playful and frisky.

Jisung:

Everyone in the neighborhood has a love-hate relationship with this white kitty named JiJi. His fur is short and should be all pearly but this cat is always FILTHY, loves rolling around the wet grass on sunny days, does not let ANY volunteers take him in for a bath. Totally dumpster dives. Both ears are missing their tips: one was from a vet visit where he got vaccinated and neutered, the other from a 5:1 dumpster battle against raccoons.

Often pounces on outdoor restaurant tables and will grab a bite of food - whether by charity or by force. Loves pizza and cheesy things. If he sees a hooman lady, will lay on lap. Hates boy hoomans. Loves scaring people by sitting in the window above their kitchen sinks so that whenever they look up they’re suddenly greeted face to face with a weird cat.

Bites and chases any untied shoelaces.

Tl;dr: terrorizes entire neighborhood but he’s a cat so in the end everyone just goes “aww”.

Felix:

One evening you’re walking home. It’s late and dark and it's been raining and you’re just keeping your head down trying to get home asap so a serial killer doesn’t happen upon you.

But then, right in the middle of the sidewalk… you see… something.

Something tiny… and fluffy…

But wet… and tiny.

And then it meows.

It’s a little squeaky kitty all alone on a cold night. You quickly pick him up and make sure his momma or brothers aren’t around, and it turns out he’s all alone. What you do next isn't a hard choice to make.

You stuff the tiny kitty into your bra to make sure he warms up and you run home, hugging him to your chest. You dry him off, give him some milk, make him a little nest in a small felt hamper that you have and you lay him to sleep beside you. In the morning he wakes up all groggy, but he’s got creamy long fluffy hair with little grey hints - he looks like one of those kittens they edit fairy wings onto on pinterest.

You take him to the vet and he’s got a little cold but he’ll be okay - say hello to your new kitty Lixie.

Seungmin:

Minnie is that cool cat that hangs out on your uni campus. Every student knows him, some bring him food. Looks cute but gets pretty grumpy since everyone is trying to pet him all the time every-fucking-day. He is SICK AND TIRED of being put on everyone's ig stories. Just let him sleep DAMN IT. Loves hissing at unsuspecting freshmen when they cross the petting line.

He’s a cute tabby, big and chonky since everyone is giving him those snacky snacks.

Will often be in lectures. His favorite professor is this gentle old man in the history department, and if you psspsspss him during class, he will walk over to nap on your lap. Sweetest cat ever so long as you don’t overdo the petting.

If he’s feeling playful he’ll knock over all of your pens. And then you’ll pick them back up, and he’ll knock them back down. During uni breaks when the student’s are away he retreats to his vacation home, a bodega.

Jeongin:

Your block. Midday. Clear sky. A crowd surrounds a tree.

THERE IS A KITTEN STUCK IN THE TREE.

You have to climb up to get him down. Nobody knows how he got there, all they know is that everyone wants him. He's a fluffy little tuxedo cat and he’s stealing hearts all over town. People take turns fostering him until he’s a bit more grown, and by then people have gotten him familiar with coming in and out of peoples houses, hence Innie.

Spends a few nights in your house. Cutest kitten ever, super playful. Loves to eat butterflies. He’ll pick up the habit of stealing things and taking them to other people's houses. Shows up to your back door with a whole fried drumstick or someone’s bra, you never know what to expect, but he’s adorable.

Certainly the cause of a neighborhood-wide conflict. This kitten is too cute to belong to a single person.

[chanstopher]

“we’ll always be thinking of you,”

[lavenderbexlatte]

again & again

stray kids 11k words female reader insert Reader x 3RACHA EXPLICIT/NSFW

🖤 warnings: a hopeful ending. lots of alcohol, a moment of dubious consent, one reference to sexual assault, talk of being in the closet, cultural homophobia, explicit sexual content 🖤

cause everybody’s all for good intentions baby all I really want is your attention you’re my beat now, playing on repeat, our love and nothing can go wrong, living a love song, yeah

let me show you the way i’ll be your high-beams in the rain

Series Masterlist (Parts 1-6)

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You want to say it back.

Afficher davantage

[matryosika]

Hi femme, it’s 🐨 anon! I have exams coming up in 4 days so I’m really stressed and tired 😭 I would love it if you could write me a lil something with Chan helping me relax with softdom!Chan x pampered!reader… like him massaging me but then it leads to gentle sex that definitely helps me relax… it’s ok if you can’t do it…I’ll understand. I know you’re busy and tired too. But if you could, I’d love it so much 😭

Loads of love to you, I hope you’re doing well. I’m so proud of you 🐨

pairing — chan x reader

warnings — smut (18+), mentions of stress, fingering, slight nipple play, praise, kind of soft dom chan.

note — i'm sorry for taking too long to reply, but here is a little something i wrote for you! i know you will do great in your exams, i know it! <3

you massaged both of your temples in exasperation, a tear of frustration falling into your notes and making a mess with the ink on the paper sheets, “fuck”.

you knew perfectly that this semester was going to be hard, specially because you overloaded yourself with extra-curricular activities besides the college subjects you needed to get. you thought you could manage everything but, as time passed by and the semester got more demanding, you were starting to doubt your initial confidence.

with annoyance, you ripped the messed-up paper sheet and threw it into the trash bin located in the corner of your room, but your aim was definitely not your strongest point and you missed, only feeding more of your frustration.

“god, fuck” you groaned loud enough for the whole neighbourhood to hear, the single piece of wrinkled paper resting on the floor of your bedroom almost driving to insanity, “fuck you”.

your gaze diverted from the trash bin to the clock hanging on your wall, pointing to the little “1” indicating that it was past midnight. you didn’t finish studying for your exams and you most definitely did not have the energy to keep on going.

“fuck this” you hissed, aggresively putting away all your notebooks and papers into your shcool bag, “i’m doing with this bullshit”.

and as much as you liked to talk to yourself, specially when you were upset, you’d often forget that you didn’t live by yourself in that comfy apartment.

“who are you talking to?” a manly voice mumbled from outside of your room leaning on to the door frame.

“not right now, chan” you huffed, throwing your school bag to the chair that you were previously occupying and jumping right into the bed.

“bad day?”

“bad life” you whispered, your face buried deep into your pillow while you waited for your lovely room-mate to leave the scene so you could drown your frustration into silent cries.

“is there anything i can do to help?” he asked, concerned.

you liked chan, you really did. he was a wonderful man, positive, enthusiastic, relaxed… he was everything you were not and, as nice as he was, sometimes that bothered you.

“can you set my uni on fire tomorrow?” you questioned, pulling your face away from the pillow, “make sure you do it before 9:00 a.m. though, that’s the time my first test starts”.

“are you having trouble with school?” he inquired, putting down his black bag with his training clothes and work stuff. guess you were not the only one who stayed up until late working on things.

“it’s getting too overwhelming” you admitted, feeling how the weight of the bed changed when he sat down on it, “i thought i could make it work but i’m not too sure about it anymore”.

“i’m sure you’ll do just fine” he encouraged, patting your head slightly and messing your hair afterwards, “you always do, that’s why i trust you so much”.

“what does that even mean?” you scoffed, feeling somewhat confused about his comment.

“you know, if my life was at risk and i needed someone to come up with a solution…” he began to ramble, “you would be that someone”.

“well,” you sighed, changing your position and laying down completely flat into the mattress with your back against it, “if your life is at risk these days please don’t call me, i already have enough on my plate”.

chan let out a faint laugh as his gaze fixed on your eyes that were slightly swollen and red due to the crying you just did but, before you two could make eye-contact with each other, your eyes looked away and fixed themselves on a wall.

“i can help you relax” chan said without thinking his words twice, licking his lips and looking dearly at you.

you knew what he meant. and the worst part is that you desired it maybe more than he did. but, after sleeping together one time -and for the sake of your friendship- you both promised not to do it again.

“i don’t think that’s a good idea chan” you lied, trying to make him go away before you lose the little self-control you had. “i’m too tired and-”

“i’ll take good care of you” he intervened, eager to hear that magic word coming out of your lips, “i promise i will make you feel good”.

“we promi-”

“we made that promise almost a year ago” he insisted, tilting his head, “don’t tell me you haven’t thought about me that way in the past months”.

and as much as you hated to admit it, he was right. you kept quiet for a few minutes, his lingering gaze on you clouding your whole judgement and convincing you that maybe, maybe, maybe… it wasn’t a terrible idea.

“chan-”

“just say yes,” he whispered, one of his hands caressing your naked legs and sending shivers throughout your whole body, “and i will promise to make you forget all the things that are stressing you right now”.

you took a deep breath, watching in awe how his veiny hands traveled along both of your legs, his soft touch providing you just the right stimulation and making your underwear damped in a matter of seconds.

“alright” you whispered, leaning in to approach his body but he was quick to stop you from doing so.

“just lay down, angel, and let go” he ordered, his body leaning over yours while he rested his whole weight on his forearms, “i’ll take care of everything”.

you smiled at his words, feeling somewhat relieved to let go. your life was stressful enough and you couldn’t afford to slack down on it, having to take charge and control on almost everything around you to feel safe and productive. but chan… it was so easy to be around him. unlike you, chan didn’t feel the need to be in control, but he loved it. it was natural and easy for him, while for you, being in control, felt like a burden.

"how was work?" you questioned in between sighs, feeling his figure on top of you but his hands were not even close to touch your lustful body.

"didn't i tell you to let go?" he replied with his lips attached to your body, his hot breath covering your whole skin with goosebumps.

"god" you whispered, feeling his lips dragging across your neck and chest, his tongue licking your skin and leaving a pleasant sensation.

"it's chan" he teased, peppering soft kisses as one of his hands pulled down your tank-top, "but you can call me as you please".

you offered him a gentle smile, your heart beating at a thousand miles per hour as you anticipated his contact on your already hardened buds, "you've always liked this, right?" he mumbled, licking one of your nipples as his free hand caressed the other one, "i remember how sensitive you were that night".

your head fell back into the mattress and your back arched with his touch, "that's embarrassing" you sighed, closing both of your eyes as your hand traveled to his dark curls.

"i love that about you" your roommate added, his teeth softly nibbling your buds, "it drives me insane".

you pushed his face further against you, the mixture between pain and pleasure feeling heavenly and freeing.

"please don't stop chan" you pleaded, feeling his leaving a trail of kisses and soft marks along your chest, "this feels so good".

chan let out a deep chuckle, making the dimples on each side of his lips more prominent, "i can tell, angel".

his lips went from your chest to your abdomen, nibbling your skin as he made his way to the rest of your body. his hands dragged your pajama shorts along your legs, removing them and leaving you almost completely naked.

whether it was a reflex, embarrassment or shyness, you closed both of your legs as soon as he stripped you.

"can you please open them for me?" he questioned, softly caressing your knees.

"it's been a while since i've done anything with anyone" you admitted, the feeling of being completely naked in front of someone felt extremely weird.

"good" chan mumbled, slightly parting your legs, "then i'll make sure to remind you how good it feels".

you opened your legs for him, leaving your core exposed and at his mercy. chan looked at your dripping cunt and then at you, your hungry eyes and your red cheeks sending him to cloud 9. "my angel really needs to be fucked" he said, his choice of words making you ten times hotter than you already were, "can i?"

you nodded eagerly, feeling his digits trace your wetted slit. you used masturbation as a way of coping with the daily stress and, weirdly enough, it also helped you to sleep. however, your touch was nothing compared to his. even if his fingers were only dragging across your wet folds, the sensations felt 10 times more overwhelming than when you did it yourself.

"you got this wet so easily" chan mumbled, coating his digits with your essence, "i bet this is not the first time you think about me".

the blood underneath your skin turned hotter at his words making you feel both guilty and excited. one of his fingers entered your tight hole without giving you any kind of warning, the lubrication provided by your own arousal making the task rather easy for him and extremely pleasant for you.

"you are even tighter than i remember" he admitted, feeling how your walls clenched around him every time he thrusted his finger inside you.

"do you think about me often?” you questioned in between whimpers, your hips moving in circular motions as chan fucked you with his digits.

“i think about you all the time” the dark-haired murmured, curling his fingers inside you and brushing against that special spot that sent you to oblivion.

“fuck, chani-” you moaned, both of your hands gripping your bed sheets as chan’s heavy gaze admired your whole body.

“does it feel good, y/n?” he questioned, picking up the pace and immediately learning to read your body’s reaction, “like this, angel?”

“y-yes, chan” you whimpered, both of your eyes completely shut as your trail of thoughts and worries disappeared every time he stimulated you, “don’t stop”.

“i won’t” he reassured, keeping up the slow, but rough, rhythm he had. i didn’t took him long to realize how close to your orgasm you actually were: the lewd noises coming out of your mouth became more frequent, the way your hips moved against his digits became sloppier, your pussy was dripping wet and your legs threatened to close due to the overwhelming sensations. “keep them open for me, angel” he ordered, placing his available arm against one of your thighs to prevent them of closing, “you are doing really good, y/n”.

and, in the heat of the moment, you opened your eyes. chan’s gaze, filled with nothing but lust and desire, was already fixed on you, analyzing every single movement of your body and grimace of your face.

and that was the last thing you needed to approach your sweet and desired high.

“fuck, fuck, fuck,” you cried, arching your back while your hands held your bed sheets. chan continued on fucking you with the same pace, even after feeling your throbbing cunt clenching around him over and over at a desperate manner, “chan”.

“good girl” he groaned, feeling his cock twitching at the sound of your needy voice moaning his name over and over again, “you did so fucking good, y/n”.

after a few minutes of you trying to overcome your high while chan caressed your thighs and abdomen, you finally felt the strength to even talk.

“th-thank you” you whispered, your whole body shaking under his touch.

“did it help?” chan questioned, offering you a soft smile while you try to stabilize your breath. you nodded weakly, both of your eyes looking at the direction of his painfully hard erection inside his sweatpants, “oh i-”.

“don’t you need help too?” you questioned shyly, earning a grin from the man himself.

“you can help me later” chan mumbled, getting up from your bed and looking for a towel as well as new underwear for you. with delicacy, he cleaned you up and helped you getting into clean underwear, dragging the bedsheets across your body and making yourself comfortable on your bed, “right now you need to sleep”.

“but-”

“it’s late and you need to wake up early,” he whispered, leaning to place a kiss on your forehead, “if tomorrow you still want to continue with this, i’ll be more than happy to do so, angel”.

[fandomfluffandfuck]

from @ao3commentoftheday

tagged by @the1918 <3

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tagging: @baseballbatbucky @howdoyousleep3 @theelectricpeach @maddiewritesstucky @thiccbuckybarnesfic @truckloadoffrogs @ixalit & anyone else who wants to play!

[theelectricpeach]

Tagging @jordansspot @fijordlands and anyone else who wants 😉

[nolanhattrick]

i love things like this thank you for the tag peach ily

had to pull a good ole ¿que no los dos? on a couple sorry not sorry

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[jusst-you-wait]

omg I loved this thank you for the tag~

tagging @keeningthoughts @ibyte13 @silly-bean @deleriousfromcoffee and anyone else who wants to do this!

[keeningthoughts]

Oh jeez.

I'll tag @lynx-paw @fizzydrink698 @woofwoofbangbang @raeofgayshine @somegrumpynerd @sunnyville36 and anyone else who'd like to! 🌻

[lynx-paw]

thamk

taggy: @morska-vjestica @anxious-witch @jaezva @mjvsec @jabukasto

[woofwoofbangbang]

Omg thanks for the tag @keeningthoughts !!

I have too many libra aspects for this LETS GO

@yuyusmist @v142 @riskypeaches @spilledtee @sauceracha @meow-minho look its a tag thingy

[meow-minho]

I have never seen something like that on this website before, it's cute 😊😊

In conclusion, I like to suffer 😬

Tagging whoever wants to do it

[bbhsun]

chamomile|🌼

[1701cloud]

*:・ﾟ✧ bang chan moodboard

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[fizzydrink698]

take me home | hyunjin

pairing: hwang hyunjin/female reader

word-count: 3.1k

genre: a/b/o, romance (not that they’d admit it), college au, instinct!verse

warnings: mentions of alcohol ingestion, unnamed characters are being a little too friendly with drunk hyunjin, literally nothing else

summary:

You had expected tracking down Hyunjin to be difficult, in this crowd of people. You had prepared yourself to wander through the many, many rooms of the house, in search for that familiar mop of blond hair.

But no – the second you made it to the top of the staircase, you caught that teasing hint of floral.

Hyunjin.

It was irritating how quickly your instincts kicked into gear at the mere scent of him, that knee-jerk reaction to track down and tease out and taste.

part of the six-month anniversary drabble event!

prompts: 16 + 49 “Come over here and make me.”  “Use your words.”

Afficher davantage

[binniesthighs]

chan + 🍇

here's a little reminder that requests are closed!

ooo, I'm getting some kinda luxurious vibes from this one hehe

chan + 🍇

~summers could last forever, and you never would have minded. he was the boy who you thought of all year: the one who reminded you of the sea salt on your skin, the juice of the grapes exploding in your mouth and the way that the sun felt on your nose and the tips of your fingers. he had grown up next to the vineyard, and was one of your grandfather's trusted helpers, even when he was young. his smile could banish the storms that would gloom up the afternoons, and the way that each of his fingers felt laced between yours as you walked trough the crop was like none other. you shared with him the tree house that you had built together many summers ago on one of your visits, and shared your first kiss there too. the pillows were slightly damp, and the blankets and towels caught on the plywood flooring, but you'd steal away time to see him, chan, and lay together wearing almost nothing because it was too hot--that was the excuse. "i could kiss you everywhere" he loved saying, he he really would. his tongue was delectable and dizzying when he would press his weight into you, and trail the same kisses all the way to your core where he would hum happily between your legs. you'd bit your moans away to the tune of the whistling birds, and grasp at those torn up blankets and towels. "my summers last forever with you" he would utter into the crook of you neck, smelling of seawater and sand.

[freedominthedarkmp3]

I'm bisexual which means I have both the limp wrist condition and the I'm gonna lift all those chairs by myself if it kills me syndrome

[inymoon]

I think some writers need to hear this. I’ve been seeing some of you stressing out over not being active. It’s okay if you’re not posting daily. It’s totally fine if you’re gone for a week. You’re not obligated to do anything for the readers. You’re the one that’s giving us free content and we should be way more appreciative towards your work. Please please please don’t stress yourself out. Thank you for putting so much time and effort into this. You have a life of your own and you’re deciding to spend that limited free time to create something to show others. Thank you. But please take your time off if you need it. Your well being and mental health are way more important than to please others.

[wizcode]

[unnamed] | CHANGBIN (SKZ)

pairing; changbin x gn!reader genre; angst-to-fluff, friends-to-lovers (almost) word count; 1053 note; i don't know what to name this drabble! my ask box is open, please share some name ideas <33 i wasn't planning to write for changbin's birthday but i had some ideas before going to bed yesterday, and i plan to act on them >:) event; changbin's birthday (0811) warnings; none (that i know of)

You push past Bang Chan, not bothering to spare him a greeting. He understands and slowly shuts the door that you roughly flung open. The rest of the six boys are standing awkwardly at different parts of their shared home, and they make no move to approach you. Felix kind-heartedly gestures to the door of Changbin's room, but you barely give him a nod. You've been here too many times to be considered some guest.

You storm to Changbin's room and try the doorknob. It jiggles, but nothing budges. You're not surprised. He always sits in isolation whenever he's conflicted and hurt.

You're not angry at Changbin, and you're not upset at anyone else (for the time being). You are just frustrated. You've almost given up in trying to figure out your feelings for your best friend as he gets himself into first dates and hookups.

"Sorry, guys. I've told you already. Give me some time." He must have heard you trying to open his door and thought you were one of the boys. You can barely hear his voice because of the thick wooden door between the both of you, but it's enough for you to know that he's been stressed, maybe on the verge of tears. The end of his sentence sends his voice into a quiver.

"Changbin. It's me." You don't have to say your name for him to recognize you. You can hear shuffling from the inside of the room, then some thumps.

He's moved closer to the door now. You hear something slide against the door, his back, maybe. "Sorry, Y/n. Maybe not right now."

You shrug, accustomed to situations like this. It had happened way back in high school, in middle school, and it was still happening today. Just not as often.

"Alright, I'll wait outside until you come out." Assuming that he's seated with his back pressed to the door on the other side, you do the same on your side.

There's an uncomfortable silence lingering in the air. You tread carefully, unable to start a conversation in fear that Changbin isn't ready to talk. It's your best friend that decides to say something.

"You know...Y/n..."

"Hm?"

"I don't know why I tried with them."

You don't say anything, but your heart flutters, and you feel a wave of relief wash over you. Your best friend losing feelings for his significant other wouldn't boost your chances of getting with him, but you were desperate and lovestruck.

He sighs. You can hear him shuffle. "It was stupid for me to try dating. To try holding hands with eight people in one month and making out with new people every week."

You don't say anything, but he knows you're listening and continues:

"I'll tell you what happened. I was sitting with Boram. They brought me out for a beach date or whatever they thought it was. Boram said they loved me."

Your heart stops. You blank out, your eyes staring daggers at the ground. Surely he didn't return those three sacred words. If he did, he wouldn't be locked up in his room, and you wouldn't even be in his filthy-smelling frat dorm.

"And I...didn't know what to say."

"And then?"

"And then they understandably got upset. I mean, it was embarrassing for both of us. I think a few people might have heard them declare it out loud. It was a whole mess. I think Boram cried. Dumped me right there and then."

You never liked Boram, but you didn't think they would even dare to break Changbin's heart. He was such a sweetheart with genuine compassion. It was unimaginable to you; how Boram could destroy all of the gold in his heart, what an evil moonwi-

"Have you ever considered that you did the right thing? I mean, if it were me, I mean, not like I would ever date you, like-"

"You're rambling again."

"Right! If I dated y-you. If I told you that I loved you and you rejected me..."

"Why would I ever reject you in the first place?"

You gulp. Heck, you can already feel the butterflies spawning in the depths of your stomach.

"Hypothetically speaking! I'm placing myself in the situation. Hypothetically, if you rejected me, I would be a sane and good partner and give you time. Shouldn't everyone in a relationship do that? Or else, it would be toxic, and it would be better if the both of you just broke up."

You hoped that the last statement wasn't too far-fetched. In fear, you quickly divert the topic.

"Why did you even lock yourself in your room? You never told me that you had genuine feelings for Boram."

There is a bit of thumping on his side. "I don't know...I felt bad and felt like I was in the wrong. Now that you've talked to me, I feel better now. You're right. Even if I pretended to reciprocate their feelings, it would just harm the both of us in the future."

Your heart does a little dance and warms your entire chest. Changbin said that you were right. You, his best friend. With confidence, you ask him: "Are you ready to unlock your door now?"

He doesn't respond, but you can hear his door unhinge. You nearly fall back (with nothing to support you) when it opens. You can feel a shadow looming over you, and you look up to see Changbin in all black (as usual), sweatpants, and a black tee accentuating his muscles.

Today is just like a rollercoaster. A rollercoaster curated by Seo Changbin for your heart only.

He still looks just as great even after being pent up in his room for a good day or two (according to Chan). You scramble to your feet and engulf him in a huge hug.

Crush on Seo Changbin or not, you were his best friend. And you had genuinely missed talking to him. It seemed like all of his dates had pulled him away from you.

You can't help but add that it's been so long since you last saw him, muttering unidentifiable words into his chest.

As Changbin wraps an arm around your waist and places another on your head, stroking your hair, he begins to think that you might have been the one all along.