⚠️ ALL WORKS ARE PURELY FICTIONAL AND DO NOT REPRESENT STRAY KIDS IN ANY WAY ⚠️
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Genre: suggestive, thought dump, reactions
Pairing: seo changbin x reader
Summary: he's just kinda obsessed with you. especially the way you use your teeth
Content warning: biting, spit/saliva, does this count as minor food play?, mocking, let me know if i've missed anything
Notes: hopefully this finds someone, anyone 😅 i know it would have been easy to make this gym-related but there's a lot of gym content for changbin (understandably so) and i really wanted to give him something else especially because i think he'd be so boyfie in other ways
Word count: ~653 words, NOT PROOFREAD
Divider: @/diviniyae
And you're enjoying a picnic date with your beloved boyfriend under the glaring sun in a private little space you'd found in the garden
You were in the middle of feeding each other fresh fruit when you'd decided you'd had enough of your hair scratching at and sticking to your skin
So, with a quick scoop you gathered your hair at the top of your head in your non-dominant hand, roughly combing through and collecting any straggling strands with the other
Bin is about to give you the spare hair tie he carries for you but before he can even reach into his pocket to grab it, your teeth have latched onto a thin tie around your dominant hand
The pull of your hand causes it to stretch enough for you to slip it off your wrist and onto your outstretched fingers
It's like he's never seen you before the way he watches in newfound awe as you finish tying off your hair before moving back into his space
His brain is spiralling: your teeth. Your wrist. Your neck. So effortless. So beautiful
And then it's your teeth. His neck. His chest. His skin. Bite marks. Small ones. Big ones. Red raw. Bruised purple. Little claims all over his skin. Your skin
Your teeth. His teeth. Clashing against one another. Tongues slipping out. Drool everywhere
Your teeth. Biting down. His shoulder. Your arm. Anywhere. Just to stifle your sounds. As he works you from the inside out
He has to blink himself back to reality when he hears your sweet, sweet voice, "Binnie? Do you want anymore?" You ask, a plump, ripe strawberry in hand
He parts his lips in response, allowing you to drop the strawberry in his mouth
Except he moves forward so that he nips your fingers, gentle but hard enough for you to half-yelp, half-moan, not in pain but shock, as you drop what's left of it
He catches your wrist before you can move and presses a gentle kiss to your palm before licking up the trail of strawberry juice, nice and slow, never once breaking eye contact with you
You gasp at the eventual loss of contact
But it doesn't last long because he's picking up another strawberry and motioning you over with a finger, "your turn, bun,"
"Ah ah," he smushes your chin between his fingers and leans back, amusement tugging at his features, "now where's the fun in that, hmm?"
Next thing you know, the strawberry is between his teeth, cockiness glinting in his eyes, almost daring you
And who are you to back down from a challenge
You dart forward, grabbing a fistful of his shirt to pull him in, and place your mouth against his in the messiest clash of tongue and teeth
Strawberry juices mix with drools of saliva spilling off your lips, hanging off your tongues, dripping down your chin
"Bin-ah" you gasp, head rolling back, nails digging into his muscles when he sits you firmly in his lap with ease, rocking you against him, and his mouth places open wet kisses along your jawline
There's only so much you can take when your buttons are open, sleeves pooled around your elbows, skin exposed to the sun's glare, and his lips, his hands, tour everywhere but the one place you need
"Stop playing around," you huff in frustration
He raises his brow at you, and with a mocking saccharine, "awh, this isn't doing it for you? I should've know," his hands drop lifeless against your thighs as he coaxes "tell me what you want, baby. Go on."
Any person less wise would've mistaken his tone for sympathy, but you could hear the taunting sharp beneath the softness of his voice
And you're only proven right when his pouting lips twist crooked into a smirk, "or better yet... Take. It."
Post-script
4/8 This was written when during a sleepless night (thank you stress and anxiety) so it's not been proofread.
Apologies if it's not the greatest but I hope you enjoyed! Have a great day xx
MASTERLIST / more skz / b.ch / l.kn / s.cb / h.hj / h.js / l.fx / k.sm / y.ji
⚠️ ALL WORKS ARE PURELY FICTIONAL AND DO NOT REPRESENT STRAY KIDS IN ANY WAY ⚠️
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Genre: suggestive, thought dump, reactions
Pairing: seo changbin x reader
Summary: he's just kinda obsessed with you. especially the way you use your teeth
Content warning: biting, spit/saliva, does this count as minor food play?, mocking, let me know if i've missed anything
Notes: hopefully this finds someone, anyone 😅 i know it would have been easy to make this gym-related but there's a lot of gym content for changbin (understandably so) and i really wanted to give him something else especially because i think he'd be so boyfie in other ways
Word count: ~653 words, NOT PROOFREAD
Divider: @/diviniyae
And you're enjoying a picnic date with your beloved boyfriend under the glaring sun in a private little space you'd found in the garden
You were in the middle of feeding each other fresh fruit when you'd decided you'd had enough of your hair scratching at and sticking to your skin
So, with a quick scoop you gathered your hair at the top of your head in your non-dominant hand, roughly combing through and collecting any straggling strands with the other
Bin is about to give you the spare hair tie he carries for you but before he can even reach into his pocket to grab it, your teeth have latched onto a thin tie around your dominant hand
The pull of your hand causes it to stretch enough for you to slip it off your wrist and onto your outstretched fingers
It's like he's never seen you before the way he watches in newfound awe as you finish tying off your hair before moving back into his space
His brain is spiralling: your teeth. Your wrist. Your neck. So effortless. So beautiful
And then it's your teeth. His neck. His chest. His skin. Bite marks. Small ones. Big ones. Red raw. Bruised purple. Little claims all over his skin. Your skin
Your teeth. His teeth. Clashing against one another. Tongues slipping out. Drool everywhere
Your teeth. Biting down. His shoulder. Your arm. Anywhere. Just to stifle your sounds. As he works you from the inside out
He has to blink himself back to reality when he hears your sweet, sweet voice, "Binnie? Do you want anymore?" You ask, a plump, ripe strawberry in hand
He parts his lips in response, allowing you to drop the strawberry in his mouth
Except he moves forward so that he nips your fingers, gentle but hard enough for you to half-yelp, half-moan, not in pain but shock, as you drop what's left of it
He catches your wrist before you can move and presses a gentle kiss to your palm before licking up the trail of strawberry juice, nice and slow, never once breaking eye contact with you
You gasp at the eventual loss of contact
But it doesn't last long because he's picking up another strawberry and motioning you over with a finger, "your turn, bun,"
"Ah ah," he smushes your chin between his fingers and leans back, amusement tugging at his features, "now where's the fun in that, hmm?"
Next thing you know, the strawberry is between his teeth, cockiness glinting in his eyes, almost daring you
And who are you to back down from a challenge
You dart forward, grabbing a fistful of his shirt to pull him in, and place your mouth against his in the messiest clash of tongue and teeth
Strawberry juices mix with drools of saliva spilling off your lips, hanging off your tongues, dripping down your chin
"Bin-ah" you gasp, head rolling back, nails digging into his muscles when he sits you firmly in his lap with ease, rocking you against him, and his mouth places open wet kisses along your jawline
There's only so much you can take when your buttons are open, sleeves pooled around your elbows, skin exposed to the sun's glare, and his lips, his hands, tour everywhere but the one place you need
"Stop playing around," you huff in frustration
He raises his brow at you, and with a mocking saccharine, "awh, this isn't doing it for you? I should've know," his hands drop lifeless against your thighs as he coaxes "tell me what you want, baby. Go on."
Any person less wise would've mistaken his tone for sympathy, but you could hear the taunting sharp beneath the softness of his voice
And you're only proven right when his pouting lips twist crooked into a smirk, "or better yet... Take. It."
Post-script
4/8 This was written when during a sleepless night (thank you stress and anxiety) so it's not been proofread.
Apologies if it's not the greatest but I hope you enjoyed! Have a great day xx
MASTERLIST / more skz / b.ch / l.kn / s.cb / h.hj / h.js / l.fx / k.sm / y.ji
officially created a skz!masterlist and started working on a piece with idol!reader but idk if i'll ever finish it
i have two skz ideas (one soft, the other idk how to classify) that i've previously spoken about as an anon on the page of one of many beautiful skz!writers that i might just write up for all the members but i really do not know (i sound like a broken record)
TBZ-
i also wrote up a really random hyunjae piece the other night when i was having trouble sleeping (the same night i wrote changbin's teeth piece) - might post without reading through and clean it up at a later date.
not sure how i feel about continuing with innocent curses as an ot11 (it feels weird to consider ot10) project anymore. i have sunwoo's written up but might delete. if i do continue, i might change the formatting but idk
General-
i have a tattoo wip but i'm not sure whether to make it a reaction series or to assign it to a particular person (and if so, who) so yeah
TL;DR-
i've started many things, but how many will i finish
random thoughts whilst i'm here but in smol
this year has been so bad for my mental health and self-esteem/confidence. writing-wise, i'm questioning whether i should just leave it in the hands of those who know better. especially when i see things that i enjoyed writing struggle to reach its target audience - which is so strange because it's never bothered me prior to this year since it's always been more of a way for me to just decompress. but now, idk. it's just a bit harder, i guess. also, i'm convinced that i've somehow become worse at writing basically anything (not that i was amazing beforehand but damn). and finally, i'm not begging for engagement here; just hoping to get some things off my chest.
⚠️ ALL IDEAS ARE PURELY FICTIONAL AND DO NOT REPRESENT STRAY KIDS IN ANY WAY ⚠️
Genre: fluff, comfort
Pairing: gender neutral reader x hyung line + hyunjin
Summary: how skz members take care of you when you catch a cold/flu
Content warning: sickness (flu/cold), vomit mention (changbin)
Notes: writing this because i'm currently sick and in need of some TLC
Word count: n/a
NOT PROOFREAD
GENERAL / more skz / hyung / maknae
Bang Chan (~185 words)
He's so attentive. Treats you like royalty.
Makes arrangements to work from home so he can still take care of you
If he's stuck at the studio or some other work event though, he will check up on you via text and when he's on the way home, he picks up medication for you
Checks your temperature every other hour which he follows up with gentle head pats and then a ghost of a forehead kiss
Keeps the space around you tidy so that you can relax
Makes sure to cook foods that will be easy on your stomach (even if you don't have any GI issues)
Makes sure you're properly tucked in, hums soft tunes when you're struggling to sleep/relax
Would not be surprised if he set up the baby monitor that you'd use whenever the two of you babysat your niece/nephew
Very attuned to your sounds so he's able to pick up instantly when something's off/different, and tend to it as appropriate - e.g.: if your breathing is slightly heavier, your sniffles more frequent, etc.
Somehow perfects the balance of giving you space to rest and also being by your side
~♡~
Lee Know (~203 words)
Gentle nagging, silent touches, quiet acts - that's how he cares for you.
Might tease you a little when you get sick but would relent the second you pout your lips at him
He's strict but gentle with you
For the most part, he takes care of you quietly - small things that may go unnoticed but make all the difference to your comfort, as well as the bigger and more obvious gestures like preparing meals for you to take
However, if you're being difficult, my goodness - it's nag after nag, nonstop scolding, incessant lectures until you're cooperative once more
He's the type to give into your requests, even if you take advantage of the situation and act the part of a brat
Might use the same soft tone on you that he reserves for cats
If he has to be out of the house, he's the type to video call to check up on you because he knows full well if it were left to you, you'd let yourself waste away in the throes of whatever cold you have
He genuinely likes being able to take care of you
Because even though he knows you can take care of yourself, it's knowing that you trust him to let him care for you when you're vulnerable
~♡~
Seo Changbin (~197 words)
Tender, he's oh so tender. Like he's afraid you'll break under his touch if he's not careful.
HE IS THE SWEETEST MOST ADORABLE BALL OF FLUFF EVER OKAY?! (Sorry, he just gives me a lot of cuteness aggression)
When you first get sick, he's full of so much worry and concern for you
Ponders over how you could've gotten sick
Shuts down any argument you may have with a simple, "save it for when you're better"
He's by your side with a compress, gently wiping away the sweats of your fever
You need to move? Fear not, he'll be right at your side, helping you with every movement
You feel like you're about to puke? He's holding your hair back and rubbing soothing circles on your back
He fully is the type to help you shower too if you're aching too much
The type to look up "best recipes for [insert your symptoms]" and carefully make them for you, trying his best to make it palatable because there's no reason you shouldn't be able to enjoy food whilst you're sick (in fact if you ask him to remake one of those recipes when you're better, just know his heart's exploding)
Lots of cuddles but he's so careful because he doesn't want to hurt you
~♡~
Hwang Hyunjin (~207 words)
Who says being sick has to be the most soul crushing experience of your life? Certainly not Hyunjin
He is at your side with your favourite snacks, an array of activity books (mainly simple colouring books), pens/pencils, and your favourite film on DVD
Makes sure you're wrapped up in enough layers
Fakes disgust (or maybe it's real) when you sneeze but immediately embraces you in an apology when you glare at him
The type to press the back of his hand to your forehead to take your temperature even when you insist on the thermometer
Would probably massage your shoulders to relieve some tension (he's absolutely shocked at how tight they are at the start)
It's either no phones at all: he knows how easily it gives you a headache, so he'd have both your phones put aside as you share secrets, reminisce on unfound memories, or answer ridiculous questions
Or you'd both scroll through whatever social media together on one phone between the two of you
The type to read a book to you when everything else feels too loud
Would try to make you your favourite dish - but it does take 30 mins longer than usual because he's running back and forth between you and the food
If it takes too long, would ask Minho to bring something over or would order
~♡~
Post-script
Should I do the maknae line too? I'm a bit apprehensive since I don't usually write for only SKZ on my page (though I have submitted things anonymously for them in the past) but if it's a thing that people like, maybe I'll try include more?
I'm not done with the TBZ content, but given everything in the last few months, I'm trying to navigate what's the best way to continue writing for them so please bear with me.
As always, thank you for taking the time to read 🧡
GENERAL / more skz / hyung / maknae
~♡~
⚠️ ALL IDEAS ARE PURELY FICTIONAL AND DO NOT REPRESENT STRAY KIDS IN ANY WAY ⚠️
Genre: fluff, comfort
Pairing: gender neutral reader x maknae line
Summary: how skz members take care of you when you catch a cold/flu
Content warning: sickness (flu/cold), vomit mention (I.N.)
Notes: wrote this because I was sick and in need of some TLC
Word count: n/a
NOT PROOFREAD
MASTERLIST / more skz / hyung / maknae
Han Jisung (~237 words)
Would definitely be very worried about you from beginning to the end
Constantly checking in on you whenever he can
"How are you feeling now?"; "Do you need anything else?"; "Let me get you another blanket"
Lots of head pats if/when you can't cuddle because your temperature has been a bit whack and he doesn't want to make you more uncomfortable
He knows you hate the sense of loneliness that inevitably creeps in when you're sick
So, he tells you little stories about work, the boys, just anything as he massages your head, feeds you and he will catch the food-if any of it spills/dribbles-before it can hit your clothes or the blankets you're wrapped in
Definitely binge watching some random show
Not-so-secretly-but-secretly will call the hyungs on occassion for advice and reassurance because he truly just wants to make sure he's doing all he can for you
On days that he can't be with you due to work/obligations, he'll send you sweet little texts and reminders to eat, drink water, and rest - will even send little selfies of him doing the same as "motivation"
Will also order your favourite foods with a note saying "send proof that you ATE! (Love you x)"
"I know being sick can make your brain foggy so to make sure you don't forget me whilst I'm out," sets the frame with a photo of the both of you right next to your bed and tucks han quokka into your arms
~♡~
Lee Felix (~244 words)
Hello Mr. Sunshine in a bottle
Sad at the thought of you being sick but he also knows this ain't about him
He would dote on you so much - might struggle at times between giving you space and tending to you but it's only because he hates to see you like this
Speaks in hushed, soothing tones to you - tries to make everything a little more gentle for you
"You must be in so much pain, what can I do for you, baby?"; "Your temperature's running a little high, love. Let's try a little bit of soup, yeah?"
Frantic eyes when you try to do pretty much anything, "hey, I got this. Just get some rest, darling"
Honestly, he's the type to call his mum for advice and home remedies because why wouldn't he try to make sure you're as cared for as you can be?
Probably a bit excessive in his care (not in a bad way just in the sense that you really don't have to worry about being dehydrated with him taking care of you)
Would bake little treats for you
Handwritten notes with your meals/treats (x10 if he has to be out)
Frowns if you try to send him away to the dorms (to avoid being infected), "Now why would I do that?" "In sickness and in health, remember?"; "That must be the fever talking," and tucks you back into bed
Will sleep on the sofa though so you don't have to worry about him
~♡~
Kim Seungmin (~247 words)
Overbearing ball of sarcasm and love - he's a mixture of the hyung line (especially LK)
100% the type to scold you
He's just so worried about you but it shows in the form of sarcasm and lectures ESPECIALLY if you dont tell him that you're sick
No, but seriously, even through the little sarcastic bites he takes, he's actually so soft
He's quietly taking care of the space around you so that you can be comfortable
E.g.: changing the sheets whilst you shower because he knows you hate how gross you feel in sick sheets
Brings you medication without question, makes sure you've always got water by your side, as well as your favourite tidbits for comfort
"Okay snotty, let's get some food in you," - would even feed you if that's what it takes
"Come on, love, just one more bite please. It'll help you feel better."
Head pats - and lots of them
Rubs soothing circles into your back whilst humming lullabies to help you sleep
The type to stay up by your side during the worst of it (or would wake up regularly to check on you) - would quietly wipe away your sweat, place compresses to your head and change them regularly in the night, soothe you back to comfort if you're having a particularly bad dream with hushed whispers and gentle touches
And here's the thing, he probably wouldn't even tell you about it until later because he doesn't want you to feel bad
Long kisses to your hand because you don't let him kiss your lips (which, fair enough)
~♡~
Yang Jeongin (~247 words)
Sweet but a little stern
Might tease you a little but let's up very quickly
Genuinely think he'd be really good at taking care of you
He's checking in on you, getting you top ups of water
You think you're gonna throw up? He's holding your hair back and rubbing your back
Brings you your favourite snacks
He'd resort to babysitting tricks to get you to take your medication, "I swear, it will only taste bad for 3 seconds and then it'll be gone" or "I'll give you a hug if you take it" or even "please. It makes me sad to see you like this." (The last one always works)
If he's unsure, or you're exhibiting unfamiliar symptoms, the internet will be his friend for about ten seconds, and then he's calling reinforcements - whether it be the hyungs or his family - he's checking what the best course of action will be
Might still insist on you seeing a doctor if he's really unsure about how to tend to it
Extremely careful in the kitchen when making you food - will probably make some foods purposefully blander (despite your insistence that you can handle more than that) because he doesn't want to upset your stomach
He also tries to make being sick a little less miserable for you
Whether it be with matching pyjamas, or binge watching your favourite childhood shows (even thought you've seen them 14 times already)
He still finds ways to make you smile
"Look, you're already getting better. You must've had a great doctor."
~♡~
Post-script
Not my favourite but I hope someone out there enjoys! Would really love to start posting more skz stuff (esp since I've done a lot of submissions in the past) but we'll see!
MASTERLIST / hyung / maknae
~♡~
⚠️ ALL WORKS ARE PURELY FICTIONAL AND DO NOT REPRESENT STRAY KIDS IN ANY WAY ⚠️
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Genre: suggestive, thought dump, reactions
Pairing: bang chan x reader
Summary: he's just kinda obsessed with you. especially the way you use your teeth
Content warning: biting, let me know if i've missed anything
Notes: hopefully this finds someone, anyone 😅
Word count: ~508 words
Divider: @/diviniyae
You'd had one hand full and the other struggling to unzip your pouch
"Here, let-" the words die on his lips before he can really start because you pinch the zip end of the pouch together before bringing it to your lips
It's so swift, the way your teeth catches the zip and tugs the pouch open, exposing the contents to the room air
Chan can't help the way his breath hitches
A simple action like this really shouldn't spark much thought
But the way you handled it between your teeth so effortlessly like it was nothing? Absolutely lethal
His mind is reeling with vivid images of all the ways he you could put those teeth to use
And when his eye catches his pair of jeans hanging out the laundry basket? Fuck, does his mind wander - if he was wearing them now, would you be on your knees? Would he feel your feather grazing through the material? Would you free him with the same practiced ease?
Have you ever thought about it too?
What if you'd done it on purpose? To tease him, tempt him, test his patience? To see what kind of pervert your boyfriend really is? To invite him into your space?
That thought is immediately shut down when you turn and jump at the sight of him: "fuck, Chan! Make some noise, will you!"
Somehow that makes it worse - his sweet, innocent baby, blissfully unaware about how you drive him to insanity, simply trying to undo a zip
And here he is attaching filth to your actions
He can hardly bring his eyes away from your mouth, the brief glimpse of your teeth, how depraved he must be because all he can think about is how good they would feel sinking into his skin
"Channie?" You breathe a gentle laugh, causing him to close the distance between you, pulling you in by your belt loop, "you okay?"
"Hmm. Better than okay," he mumbles as his fingers tickle your waist, lips attaching themselves to the nape of your neck, "you make me so crazy"
Your eyes flutter shut as your fingers find purchase in his hair, back arching slightly as you let him manoeuvre you whichever way he wants, "need to... n-need to leave soon-uhh, Chris"
He hums in response but doesn't really stop until you repeat, "C-Chris," the shake in your voice betrays the firmness
"Fine," he nips against your skin making you hiss softly, "but first," he brings his head up to meet your gaze, his lips ghosting your own
He's so close. Dangerously close
"Bite me. Leave your pretty little marks all over me." Each word a dare, a challenge, an invitation
"Want to feel your teeth on me even when you're not here"
And when you chase his lips as he pulls his face back, when your eyes trail down to the survey the expanse of his neck with soft intrigue, when he catches a glint of your teeth as you draw in a shaky breath, he knows he's got you right where he wants you
Post-script
1/8
I was going to post all the members at once but since I have 3/8 done as of now combined with the fact that it was chan's birthday, felt like i might as well just post it now. I will also be scheduling hyunjin's and seungmin's to post today
It's not the greatest but I hope you enjoyed! Have a great day xx
MASTERLIST / more skz / b.ch / l.kn / s.cb / h.hj / h.js / l.fx / k.sm / y.ji
Genre: angst, hurt/comfort
Pairing: juyeon x reader, could really be any male idol x reader (see end list)
Summary: You have a hard time relaxing because whenever you do, it's not long before something bad happens..
Content warning: mental health; low esteem; stress; allusions to imposter syndrome, anxiety, depression, etc.
Playlist: self-saboteur by jade; safe inside by james arthur
Word count: 1141-ish words
*Not Proofread*
MASTERLIST / l.jy / standbyme
You don't even realise it, the little things you do. Stuck in survival mode for so long, you know nothing else. It's such a familiar feeling that you don't register it as stress. It's simply your normal. In fact, anything less sounds alarm bells within you.
But he does. Realise. Notice. See. Even where you don't.
He notices it in the way your leg won't stop bouncing whenever you're sat across from him. The way your fingers spin your ring around the same point, opting to tap against your thigh every now and then. The way your whole body tenses even when it's completely calm, even as you sleep.
He sees it in the way you check your phone almost immediately after a notification. The way your head instantly snaps towards any unfamiliar or unexpected sound. The way your eyes glaze as your mind drifts mid-film, half-focused, half-away.
No one really thinks much of it. Especially not when you're so reliable, moving into action whenever something happens before emotions can take over. Definitely not when you're so caring, always there with your shoulder or an extra pair of hands whenever anyone needs. And absolutely not when you're so happy, laughing along with everyone, cracking jokes left, right and centre.
But he sees beneath it all. The exhaustion when the moment passes where you swallow your emotions because who knows when the next emergency will strike? The way you grip a little tighter during hugs because you so desperately need it too. The sadness that glints in your eyes, that tugs at your smile, as you entertain as if nothing in the world could bother you.
He would do everything to ease that for you. To take off some of the weight that you carry and shoulder it for you until you feel strong enough to throw it to the oceans.
~♡~
You're both sat. In the corner of the sofa. Lights dim. He has one arm around around your waist, holding you to him as your head listens to the steady beat of his heart, your eyes half-closed. His other hand in your hair, petting gently as if you were a wounded kitten. The soft hum of the TV in the background as some silly little rom-com plays.
You don't realise when his attention shifts to you. To your tired smile, to your tense shoulders which have finally relaxed just a little, to the way your droopy eyes fight the sleep that wants to take over so bad.
You don't notice how his eyes beam with such love, and pride through his own tiredness, at the thought that you're his. That he can see you in this rare moment.
"It's okay. You can rest," his voice is low, lazy-almost, a clear indication of how relaxed he is.
"Hmm?" But then the realisation hits and you're blinking your eyes awake rapidly before you can stop yourself.
He stops you from lifting yourself out of his grasp, bringing you back into his chest, his grip more firm and yet still barely there as he runs his hand through the strands of your hair. "No, don't move."
"Ju-"
"Shh, you're always so stressed. So anxious. You're safe here, darling. Always safe with me," he presses his lips to your forehead just barely, "I never get to see you really relaxed. You're always on standby."
You frown, at a loss for what to say. Slowly catching on to all the things you didn't see. The things you didn't know he noticed. And suddenly you feel sick. The fear that you could be worth any less if you needed a little more releasing its tendrils, knotting around your stomach. What do you say? How do you fix this?
Panic buds in your throat, and you try to swallow through it but you can't. "I'm sorry," you manage in a broken whisper.
"No. Oh, my love, no." He pries you back, shifting your weight onto his lap so that you're looking down at him, "why would you be sorry? You haven't done anything wrong." He ghosts over your cheek, hesitant when he sees the way you look at him. As though you're afraid you might shatter under his touch. But something switches in him, some kind of urgency flashes through him, and he does it anyways.
And it burns.
But you lean into the heat. Eyes squeezing closed. Salty dew thickening your lashes.
But still you stay.
And then finally, "I don't know how to do this..." your voice is hoarse, tender, worn-through; thorns of doubt, fear, want clawed into each word.
He says nothing at first. Just swipes at stray tears before you can taste them on your lips. And he sits, patiently.
"Then we'll figure it out together."
Finally, you look back at him through your tear-shone eyes. "What if... what if I'm too broken?"
"Then I'll be careful," he intertwines your fingers together before squeezing, "I won't run. I'll be here. Always."
"What if something happens? Something bad always happens. I can't relax-" you hushed words getting more frantic until he cuts you off.
"Then it's not your fault. And we'll handle it together. Or I'll deal with it. But you're not alone, darling. You don't have to do things on your own. Not now, not ever."
His forehead leans against yours, alighting more flames along your skin. And you have to force yourself gaze downwards to hold onto whatever thread of control remains.
"I'm scared. I'm so scared."
"Hey now, darling, look at me," you do - albeit reluctantly, "when you get scared, you tell me. And I'll be brave for both of us. And then we'll be brave together. But you don't get to run or suffer alone, okay? You're safe with me," another squeeze of your hand, "you can let your defences down. And just exist with me, okay?"
When you don't respond, he repeats, "okay?" And you nod once before letting yourself crash into his embrace. Your body shakes as everything pours out at once - every sob you muffled, every tear you fought back, every call for help you swallowed.
You let yourself be carried for once.
And the burning is no longer there. In his arms, it's just sweet relief. As if the heavens opened up for this moment. For you.
And after a while, when all the tears have dried up, and your stomach is free from the weeds of worry, you let his heartbeat lull you to a peaceful sleep. And as always, he watches.
He realises. He notices. He sees.
For the first time in a long while, there's little tension gripping your shoulders as you let yourself rest in the safety of him. And through all his concern and his worry for you, he smiles. You, and this moment, are his to keep safe.
Lee Juyeon
Lowkey: Jacob Bae, Kevin Moon, and Ju Haknyeon
Also: Bang Chan (skz), Lee Know (skz), Lee Jaehyun (NCT) Choi San (atz), Jung Wooyoung (atz)
Let me know if anyone else fits!
Divider: @/saradika-graphics
Post-script:
Thank you for taking time to read this. As always, I really appreciate it!
I hope no one has to feel this way. But I know that's simply not the case. So, I hope that, if you're familiar with these feelings, that you feel better soon and you find a support system because you are worth so much more than you know, even if you feel otherwise.
This one is actually very personal to me - I wrote it after having a bit of a stress breakdown and I just needed to get it out of my system. So, it was very therapeutic for me. The two songs listed at the top came to mind after I'd finished writing it, but I think they fit with this fic very well.
Random TMI: I had about five names for this piece which I'll list separately but I went with "standbyme" because it felt like a really good play on words where it could either mean:
1. "stand by me" as in stay by my (y/n's) side or
2. "standby me" as in the one on standby is "me" (y/n)
Anyways, that's all from me.
Take care!
Bloom xx
Genre: angst, hurt/comfort
Pairing: juyeon x reader, could really be any male idol x reader (see end list)
Summary: You have a hard time relaxing because whenever you do, it's not long before something bad happens..
Content warning: mental health; low esteem; stress; allusions to imposter syndrome, anxiety, depression, etc.
Playlist: self-saboteur by jade; safe inside by james arthur
Word count: 1141-ish words
*Not Proofread*
MASTERLIST / l.jy / standbyme
You don't even realise it, the little things you do. Stuck in survival mode for so long, you know nothing else. It's such a familiar feeling that you don't register it as stress. It's simply your normal. In fact, anything less sounds alarm bells within you.
But he does. Realise. Notice. See. Even where you don't.
He notices it in the way your leg won't stop bouncing whenever you're sat across from him. The way your fingers spin your ring around the same point, opting to tap against your thigh every now and then. The way your whole body tenses even when it's completely calm, even as you sleep.
He sees it in the way you check your phone almost immediately after a notification. The way your head instantly snaps towards any unfamiliar or unexpected sound. The way your eyes glaze as your mind drifts mid-film, half-focused, half-away.
No one really thinks much of it. Especially not when you're so reliable, moving into action whenever something happens before emotions can take over. Definitely not when you're so caring, always there with your shoulder or an extra pair of hands whenever anyone needs. And absolutely not when you're so happy, laughing along with everyone, cracking jokes left, right and centre.
But he sees beneath it all. The exhaustion when the moment passes where you swallow your emotions because who knows when the next emergency will strike? The way you grip a little tighter during hugs because you so desperately need it too. The sadness that glints in your eyes, that tugs at your smile, as you entertain as if nothing in the world could bother you.
He would do everything to ease that for you. To take off some of the weight that you carry and shoulder it for you until you feel strong enough to throw it to the oceans.
~♡~
You're both sat. In the corner of the sofa. Lights dim. He has one arm around around your waist, holding you to him as your head listens to the steady beat of his heart, your eyes half-closed. His other hand in your hair, petting gently as if you were a wounded kitten. The soft hum of the TV in the background as some silly little rom-com plays.
You don't realise when his attention shifts to you. To your tired smile, to your tense shoulders which have finally relaxed just a little, to the way your droopy eyes fight the sleep that wants to take over so bad.
You don't notice how his eyes beam with such love, and pride through his own tiredness, at the thought that you're his. That he can see you in this rare moment.
"It's okay. You can rest," his voice is low, lazy-almost, a clear indication of how relaxed he is.
"Hmm?" But then the realisation hits and you're blinking your eyes awake rapidly before you can stop yourself.
He stops you from lifting yourself out of his grasp, bringing you back into his chest, his grip more firm and yet still barely there as he runs his hand through the strands of your hair. "No, don't move."
"Ju-"
"Shh, you're always so stressed. So anxious. You're safe here, darling. Always safe with me," he presses his lips to your forehead just barely, "I never get to see you really relaxed. You're always on standby."
You frown, at a loss for what to say. Slowly catching on to all the things you didn't see. The things you didn't know he noticed. And suddenly you feel sick. The fear that you could be worth any less if you needed a little more releasing its tendrils, knotting around your stomach. What do you say? How do you fix this?
Panic buds in your throat, and you try to swallow through it but you can't. "I'm sorry," you manage in a broken whisper.
"No. Oh, my love, no." He pries you back, shifting your weight onto his lap so that you're looking down at him, "why would you be sorry? You haven't done anything wrong." He ghosts over your cheek, hesitant when he sees the way you look at him. As though you're afraid you might shatter under his touch. But something switches in him, some kind of urgency flashes through him, and he does it anyways.
And it burns.
But you lean into the heat. Eyes squeezing closed. Salty dew thickening your lashes.
But still you stay.
And then finally, "I don't know how to do this..." your voice is hoarse, tender, worn-through; thorns of doubt, fear, want clawed into each word.
He says nothing at first. Just swipes at stray tears before you can taste them on your lips. And he sits, patiently.
"Then we'll figure it out together."
Finally, you look back at him through your tear-shone eyes. "What if... what if I'm too broken?"
"Then I'll be careful," he intertwines your fingers together before squeezing, "I won't run. I'll be here. Always."
"What if something happens? Something bad always happens. I can't relax-" you hushed words getting more frantic until he cuts you off.
"Then it's not your fault. And we'll handle it together. Or I'll deal with it. But you're not alone, darling. You don't have to do things on your own. Not now, not ever."
His forehead leans against yours, alighting more flames along your skin. And you have to force yourself gaze downwards to hold onto whatever thread of control remains.
"I'm scared. I'm so scared."
"Hey now, darling, look at me," you do - albeit reluctantly, "when you get scared, you tell me. And I'll be brave for both of us. And then we'll be brave together. But you don't get to run or suffer alone, okay? You're safe with me," another squeeze of your hand, "you can let your defences down. And just exist with me, okay?"
When you don't respond, he repeats, "okay?" And you nod once before letting yourself crash into his embrace. Your body shakes as everything pours out at once - every sob you muffled, every tear you fought back, every call for help you swallowed.
You let yourself be carried for once.
And the burning is no longer there. In his arms, it's just sweet relief. As if the heavens opened up for this moment. For you.
And after a while, when all the tears have dried up, and your stomach is free from the weeds of worry, you let his heartbeat lull you to a peaceful sleep. And as always, he watches.
He realises. He notices. He sees.
For the first time in a long while, there's little tension gripping your shoulders as you let yourself rest in the safety of him. And through all his concern and his worry for you, he smiles. You, and this moment, are his to keep safe.
Lee Juyeon
Lowkey: Jacob Bae, Kevin Moon, and Ju Haknyeon
Also: Bang Chan (skz), Lee Know (skz), Lee Jaehyun (NCT) Choi San (atz), Jung Wooyoung (atz)
Let me know if anyone else fits!
Divider: @/saradika-graphics
Post-script:
Thank you for taking time to read this. As always, I really appreciate it!
I hope no one has to feel this way. But I know that's simply not the case. So, I hope that, if you're familiar with these feelings, that you feel better soon and you find a support system because you are worth so much more than you know, even if you feel otherwise.
This one is actually very personal to me - I wrote it after having a bit of a stress breakdown and I just needed to get it out of my system. So, it was very therapeutic for me. The two songs listed at the top came to mind after I'd finished writing it, but I think they fit with this fic very well.
Random TMI: I had about five names for this piece which I'll list separately but I went with "standbyme" because it felt like a really good play on words where it could either mean:
1. "stand by me" as in stay by my (y/n's) side or
2. "standby me" as in the one on standby is "me" (y/n)
Anyways, that's all from me.
Take care!
Bloom xx
⚠️ ALL WORKS ARE PURELY FICTIONAL AND DO NOT REPRESENT STRAY KIDS IN ANY WAY ⚠️
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Genre: suggestive, thought dump, reactions
Pairing: seungmin x reader
Summary: he's just kinda obsessed with you. especially the way you use your teeth
Content warning: he gets handsy, thumb-sucking, let me know if i've missed anything
Notes: hopefully this finds someone, anyone 😅
Word count: ~605 words
Divider: @/diviniyae
In fact, he left you his card to pay and even offered to try help as soon as he was out of this stupid online staff meeting
So it's no surprise to him when he enters the bedroom to see you sat cross-legged, phone in one hand
He doesn't however expect you to be hunched over your bag, digging through like a madman
He's about to tell you to fix your posture when he sees your hand emerge, cardholder gripped tight
You slide the your card out the holder single-handedly just enough for you to grip it with your teeth, pulling it away from stubborn holder effortlessly
Seungmin raises a brow at the sight before him
Was it meant to be attractive? Probably not
Did it stir something in him anyways? Quite possibly
Would he do something about it? Most definitely
You don't notice that he's entered the room or even crossed the distance to you until his hands are removing the card from your mouth
He flips it in his hand before letting it graze down the skin of your cheek gently - watching intently as your eyes flutter shut - and only stopping when he reaches your chin
And as though it were an extension of his hand, tilts your chin up to meet his gaze with your card
"I don't think that's what that's for," his tone is low, teasing, almost admonishing
His other thumb swipes over your parted lips just barely, "maybe I should teach you how to use it properly"
You don't realise you're chasing his thumb until he's gripping your chin, silently guiding you onto your knees the plastic of the card cool against your warm skin
"Minnie," you're breathless, "please"
You lean up, silently begging for his lips, hands. Something, anything. Just him
And you think he's going to indulge you when you feel fingertips trace a map from your neck, to your shoulder blade, and down down down your arm to your wrist where light circles drew on the inside before slipping into your hand and-
It's gone
You blink in surprise to see Seungmin with your phone in hand, an innocent smile plastered on his face, "let's see what my baby wanted to buy. See if there's anything good"
In that moment, your frustrations run wild
You want nothing more than to pull him against you, to beg him to ruin you, to take what you want and go
But instead you shuffle on your knees, letting his your shirt reveal more unexplored terrains of your body and plead, "Minnie, please"
He hums, barely glancing your way as he taps on your phone screen, slipping a thumb lazily between your lips which you accept graciously
Your teeth graze the skin of his thumb, tongue presses flat against it before sucking eagerly, as though it would bring you to salvation
Your moans vibrate around his thumb when he finally drops your phone and the card onto the bed, and reaches into your hair, petting gently, "so good, baby, so good"
He slowly weans you off his thumb, entranced by the spit trail that hangs off him, connecting you to him
"I think it's time for that lesson I mentioned"
As he pulls you flush into him, you catch a glimpse of the order confirmation on your screen out of the corner of your eye, Seungmin's details bright in the billing section before the screen turns black
And you tangle yourself in Seungmin's love and attention, trailing little bite marks all over him, just one expression of your gratitude
Post-script
3/8 members up! Working on the next one as we speak (hopefully)
I know it's not the greatest but I hope you enjoyed nonetheless!
This is another one where I could feel myself get carried away but I cut it down before it go rated R and re-edited 😅
Anyways, thanks for stopping by and have a great day!! xx
Check out the other members here:
b.ch / l.kn / s.cb / h.hj / h.js / l.fx / k.sm / y.ji
M.LIST / more skz / tbz
⚠️ ALL WORKS ARE PURELY FICTIONAL AND DO NOT REPRESENT STRAY KIDS IN ANY WAY ⚠️
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Genre: smut/suggestive, thought dump, reactions
Pairing: hyunjin x reader
Summary: he's just kinda obsessed with you. especially the way you use your teeth
Content warning: he gets a bit handsy but nothing too explicit, let me know if i've missed anything
Notes: hopefully this finds someone, anyone 😅
Word count: ~615 words
Divider: @/diviniyae
Hyunjin's seen you apply lipstick countless times before
It's really nothing special, but if you asked him, he'd say it's an art of its own form really
The way you glide the colour onto your lips with perfect precision, in effortless liquid swoops, no mirror needed
So, when he hears the click of the lipstick cap as you pop it off just slightly upwards and he realises you have one hand full with his phone and yours, along with your purse, he's about to offer his help
But then he catches you in his periphery, as you clutch the cap between your teeth and slide the bullet out, and it's like he's discovered his new favourite film
He shouldn't find it so hot, the sight of the plastic firm between your lips, especially not when he's driving
But something about your confidence and the way you move like you've done it a hundred times? Or maybe it was the way it seemed too normal? Either way, he can think of a few other things your mouth could be wrapped around and it's definitely causing problems
He can't stop the way one hand leaves the steering wheel to take the cap from your teeth, pausing only for you to release your hold
Your eyes widen in shock and you freeze
He taps his index gently against your skin, a silent command, 'open', and it works instantly, the cap falling into his own hand
Eyes never leaving the road, he tips your jaw closed with the same index before it finds rest on your seat
It's quiet, the tension, barely perceptible. But it's there, and it's building. Fast. And Hyunjin knows you feel it
He doesn't need to look to see the way you force yourself to blink your way back down to earth
He hears the way your breath hitches as he rolls the cap back and forth against your thigh
He feels the shudder you try to hold back as the tips of his fingers threaten to make contact but never quite do, the heat radiating from them merely a breath against the air's chill
"Didn't you want to top up?" His voice is so steady, so even, so controlled - a stark contrast to his racing mind
"What?" He taps the cap against your thigh almost mindlessly but you know it's anything but
It's a reminder. Whether it's of your initial goal or the fact that this started with you, you're not entirely sure
Either way, a breathy laugh escapes as you try to gather yourself to complete the menial task - shouldn't be too hard, right?
Wrong. You can barely think straight as he rolls the cap upwards, can hardly hold yourself back from pressing him to your wet core
You've never had to focus so hard before, but here you are, shaky hands, thighs clenching around air, wishing you'd pulled the mirror down beforehand
And when Hyunjin finally pulls into the car park, he tilts your head to inspect - there's no precision in these effortful smears, red edges shaky
"Hmm," you're so focused on his sharp gaze and the feeling of his touch as he moves you left and right that you don't notice he's swiped the lipstick from you until the cap clicks closed
"Not bad," he assesses you like a piece you'd find in the Louvre
"Tried to tease me, but look at you now. So pretty for me. Tryna hide it but I can see, you know." His breath warms your ear but only for a brief second, "so needy. All mine"
His thumb grazes your lip, "I can think of a few other uses for that mouth" and, as if in a trance, you take him in immediately
Post-script
2/8 members up!
It's not the greatest but I hope you enjoyed! I did have to stop myself from getting carried away and then cut it down 😅
Anyways, thanks for stopping by and have a great day!! xx
Check out the other members here:
b.ch / l.kn / s.cb / h.hj / h.js / l.fx / k.sm / y.ji
MASTERLIST / more skz / tbz
⚠️ ALL WORKS ARE PURELY FICTIONAL AND DO NOT REPRESENT STRAY KIDS IN ANY WAY ⚠️
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Genre: suggestive, thought dump, reactions
Pairing: bang chan x reader
Summary: he's just kinda obsessed with you. especially the way you use your teeth
Content warning: biting, let me know if i've missed anything
Notes: hopefully this finds someone, anyone 😅
Word count: ~508 words
Divider: @/diviniyae
You'd had one hand full and the other struggling to unzip your pouch
"Here, let-" the words die on his lips before he can really start because you pinch the zip end of the pouch together before bringing it to your lips
It's so swift, the way your teeth catches the zip and tugs the pouch open, exposing the contents to the room air
Chan can't help the way his breath hitches
A simple action like this really shouldn't spark much thought
But the way you handled it between your teeth so effortlessly like it was nothing? Absolutely lethal
His mind is reeling with vivid images of all the ways he you could put those teeth to use
And when his eye catches his pair of jeans hanging out the laundry basket? Fuck, does his mind wander - if he was wearing them now, would you be on your knees? Would he feel your feather grazing through the material? Would you free him with the same practiced ease?
Have you ever thought about it too?
What if you'd done it on purpose? To tease him, tempt him, test his patience? To see what kind of pervert your boyfriend really is? To invite him into your space?
That thought is immediately shut down when you turn and jump at the sight of him: "fuck, Chan! Make some noise, will you!"
Somehow that makes it worse - his sweet, innocent baby, blissfully unaware about how you drive him to insanity, simply trying to undo a zip
And here he is attaching filth to your actions
He can hardly bring his eyes away from your mouth, the brief glimpse of your teeth, how depraved he must be because all he can think about is how good they would feel sinking into his skin
"Channie?" You breathe a gentle laugh, causing him to close the distance between you, pulling you in by your belt loop, "you okay?"
"Hmm. Better than okay," he mumbles as his fingers tickle your waist, lips attaching themselves to the nape of your neck, "you make me so crazy"
Your eyes flutter shut as your fingers find purchase in his hair, back arching slightly as you let him manoeuvre you whichever way he wants, "need to... n-need to leave soon-uhh, Chris"
He hums in response but doesn't really stop until you repeat, "C-Chris," the shake in your voice betrays the firmness
"Fine," he nips against your skin making you hiss softly, "but first," he brings his head up to meet your gaze, his lips ghosting your own
He's so close. Dangerously close
"Bite me. Leave your pretty little marks all over me." Each word a dare, a challenge, an invitation
"Want to feel your teeth on me even when you're not here"
And when you chase his lips as he pulls his face back, when your eyes trail down to the survey the expanse of his neck with soft intrigue, when he catches a glint of your teeth as you draw in a shaky breath, he knows he's got you right where he wants you
Post-script
1/8
I was going to post all the members at once but since I have 3/8 done as of now combined with the fact that it was chan's birthday, felt like i might as well just post it now. I will also be scheduling hyunjin's and seungmin's to post today
It's not the greatest but I hope you enjoyed! Have a great day xx
MASTERLIST / more skz / b.ch / l.kn / s.cb / h.hj / h.js / l.fx / k.sm / y.ji
⚠️ ALL IDEAS ARE PURELY FICTIONAL AND DO NOT REPRESENT THE BOYZ IN ANY WAY ⚠️
Genre: fluff, humour
Pairing: reader x lee sangyeon
Summary: in which your darling husband accidentally teaches your baby a bad word
Content warning: use of "shit", reader is referred to as "eomma"
Notes: I did use English curse words simply for ease and flow of writing but also, I didn't want to implement a word that I wasn't properly familiar with in case it had further connotations that could be worse
Word count: ~229 words - not proofread
MASTERLIST / TBZ / l.sy
"Oh shit," was falling from his lips before he could even register as he rushed to take the laundry out of the machine
Next thing he knows, a loud giggle and little hands clapping together resounded, followed by a tiny "oh shi-!"
His eyes widen, his whole body freezes, maybe he misheard?
And then again, "oh shi-!" Nope. Didn't mishear. Even with the slight hitch on the t, it was clear what she was saying
He replaces the basket in his hand with your daughter as he brings a finger to his lips, "shh, no baby, we don't say that."
She stares at him with wide eyes, before clapping again and repeating, "shi-!" Oh shi-!"
"No no, baby. Say with appa, sheeeep. Come on baby. Sheeeeep."
"Oh shi-"
"Ah, eomma's gonna kill me" he sighs
You get home 20 minutes later, to find Sangyeon hanging the rest of the laundry up whilst balancing your baby girl on his side, "I see you forgot," you laugh as you take your daughter from him.
"Hi baby." You press a kiss to her cheek, "did you help appa today?"
It's all fun and giggles until, "oh shi-!"
Your jaw drops as you turn to your guilty husband, who has moved as far away as possible, "Lee Sangyeon!"
"I'm sorry!"
And then a perfectly timed giggle and clap, "oh shi-!"
Oh shit, indeed.
~♡~
MASTERLIST / TBZ / l.sy
Post-script
Hello! Hope whoever's still here is doing okay 🩷
I've finally written something TBZ-related - debating whether or not to do the other members or not. I won't lie, I'm struggling to navigate the whole Haknyeon thing - I don't know what the protocol is and whether to include him anymore or not in these posts so would love to hear on that front. Might do more SKZ!posts - not sure yet.
Okay, take careeee
- Bloom xx
