Hello, it's been a while! I decided to switch it up and instead of doing a content theme, this rec list will be themed around rare pairs. I love me some Minsung (as most of us do, I assume haha), but if you only read that pairing you'll miss a lot of incredible writing. So, even if you've never read the pairing or you're not sure if you like it, I hope you can give these 10 rare pair fics a chance! And if you want more fic recs, I have a masterlist here.
Did it Hurt? By Megaversenumber1fan (Hyunin | 1/1 | 25,084 | Teen)
“This was me three weeks ago. Spry, full of life, well dressed, all of that. Look at me now.” He pointed at himself.
“Unwashed?” Changbin questioned.
“Well, I wouldn’t put it like that,” Jeongin grumbled before continuing. “You may be wondering what happened to make me go from that to this.” When neither Seungmin nor Changbin offered up a guess, he kept going. “I have reasonable belief that I’m being haunted!” There was a palpable silence as Seungmin and Changbin took in Jeongin’s declaration. It was okay—Jeongin would give them all the time they needed.
“No. I’m not doing this. You can rope someone else into your shenanigans.” Seungmin moved to stand up, avoiding eye contact.
“Please don’t leave! I need your help,” Jeongin begged. “You don’t even want to hear my evidence?” With a sigh, Seungmin sat back down. Maybe he had a conscience after all.
“Fine. This better be worth getting up at eight on a Saturday for.”
“Thank you!” Jeongin pointed to a paper on the wall that he had written “Three Weeks Ago” on. “It all starts here…”
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Yang Jeongin thinks he's haunted - turns out that his guardian angel is just really bad at his job.
This fic is SO UNDERRATED!! Hyunin is one of my favorite ships bc they are both so silly (I love when people make Jeongin a little lame). This fic embodies everything I love about Hyunin and it's well written and a great/funny story. Guardian angels are one of my fav tropes and this story does it very well. Please give it a chance!
an inch away from more than just friends by ksmwifeguy (2min | 1/1 | 6542 | Teen)
“Are you here alone, Kim Seungmin?”
“With a friend.”
“Just a friend?”
“Yes, just—um.” God, he doesn’t even want to say it. Why doesn’t he want to say it? “I’m actually straight?”
Minho blinks at him. “So why are you here, then?”
Seungmin frowns. He hadn’t actually considered this, beyond the obvious. “You know, now that you mention it—it is kind of fucked up for me to infiltrate a safe-space like this. Should I leave? I mean, I can’t just abandon my friend, he’s peeing, but when he comes back, I mean—”
Minho blinks again. “What the fuck are you even talking about.”
Seungmin meets Minho at a gay bar and speed-runs a sexuality crisis.
This one is so cute and funny
so this is what love is by dwaekinyz (Seungjin | 4/4 | 43743 | Teen)
seungmong_22
Hi, Hyunjin! My name is Seungmin. I'm Felix's friend, I hope he's mentioned me before…? Ha. We met online two years ago.
I know it's unexpected
But I kind of need your help
hyuntothejin
Me???
After 2 years of online friendship, Seungmin has finally found the time and saved up enough money to visit Felix for his birthday. In order for the surprise to work, he recruits the help of Felix's brother, Hyunjin, and together they spend the next three months forging a plan as well as a friendship of their own— or maybe something more.
This was one of the first stray kids fanfics I'd ever read and I love it dearly, it's such a sweet story
Jeongin's older brother decided to bring his best friend on their ski resort vacation. What his brother failed to tell him was that his best friend was super hot.
This is inniebinnie propaganda. For some reason Jeongin/Changbin is the least popular Stray Kids ship and it should be WAY more popular!!!!! Their dynamic is SO GOOD and now they have a unit song together so it's a sign!!!!
above the trees by tentoheaven (Binsung | 1/1 | 30245 | Explicit)
Changbin stares at him, still struggling to take in all of his features. It’s incredible how someone can look so different, yet still completely unchanged. “Jisung?”
Part of him still holds onto the belief that the man will frown, maybe laugh mockingly, maybe ask ‘who the fuck is Jisung?’ and leave. Changbin isn’t sure whether that would be worse than the alternative.
(Or: ten years after his abrupt disappearance, Changbin’s imaginary friend barges back into his life—not human, but very much real.)
I love a demon Jisung :)
No Sugar by speakgenerally (Seunglix | 7/7 | 69002 | Explicit)
Felix cares, and Seungmin loves that he does, but he was also born rich. He got into the best schools, knew the best people, and had his job handed to him by his father. Seungmin knows Felix works hard, but Seungmin also knows that he has never had to go hungry to pay his rent.
Seungmin stares at Jisung’s message for a few minutes, unable to get the image out of his mind. He’s definitely not telling Jisung he thinks the nude is hot. That's just too big of a can of worms for Seungmin to deal with this late at night when he's got an essay to finish.
It's alright 👍 is what he settles on, hitting send before he word vomits something extremely embarrassing, like how Jisung’s cock must be so little if his hand covers almost all of it, and how Seungmin’s hand would engulf his dick if he had the chance to hold it, or how Seungmin might actually spend too much time thinking about one of his best friend’s dick sizes by comparing their hands in his head.
It’s a great photo, he adds in another text. Cock looks good. 👍
Seungsung is such a good ship and I love how falloutgirl writes Seungmin <3
Seungmin looks at Jisung like he’s the single-most stupid person on the planet. Jisung would be fazed, except Seungmin looks at him like this quite a lot, and for much less. “So, let me see if I have your story correct. As of your birthday, you have the power to read the mind of anyone you touch.”
Jisung nods for him to keep going.
“You accidentally read your coworker Bang Chan’s mind, and you find out he has a massive crush on you?”
A more feeble nod this time.
“You let him invite you to his house, dress you in special Jisung pajamas, cook you breakfast, then take you out for barbecue the next day, all while you don’t have feelings for him back?”
Now Seungmin is just making this sound weirder than it already is.
Seungmin sits back on his couch, folding his arms, deliberating this information. “I think being a virgin is finally getting to you,” he decides.
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Jisung is single and a virgin at thirty. The gods decide to intervene, giving him the power to read the mind of anyone he touches.
Stray Kids cherry magic AU? Say less :P and there's side 2min!!
+5 to hit (that ass) by sunshinedozing (Binchan | 1/1 | 25568 | Explicit)
Minho’s in love with Chan, Chan’s dating someone else. Felix offers a distraction: The World’s Greatest Roleplaying GameTM, Dungeons & Dragons.
DnD AU, need I say more?
take what you can by jeongkinnie (Hyunsung | 1/1 | 13235 | Explicit)
“Seriously?” The demon watches him struggle and squirm a little longer against his chest, more confused than disturbed. “Why don’t you want me?”
When Hyunjin refuses to answer, opting instead at trying to pry the demon’s hands off of him, he catches Hyunjin’s wrist in his hand again, forcing the human to relax. Hyunjin can only growl in frustration. “I didn’t mean to summon you.”
“So? You’re human. A man.” He’s looking over Hyunjin from head to toe, bringing his nose uncomfortably close to his skin like he was trying to sniff out the prude underneath Hyunjin’s human disguise. “When someone offers to suck your dick, you’re not supposed to say no.”
“That’s a horrible outlook on consent,” Hyunjin says with his eyes squeezed shut.
or: Desperate times lead Hyunjin to desperate measures- except, where he expected to sell his soul, he ends up stuck with a cocky, flirty sex demon.
People who have seen my recs before know I'm a sucker for a good incubus story.
Of course this is not an exhaustive list of all the rare pairs out there, and I did one fic for each of the pairings included in this list, so there's more recs where this came from! The authors I included all have multiple fanfics uploaded that are fantastic, so if you like the fics I included don't be afraid to check them out. If you have any favorite rare pair fics or fics you think I'd like, don't be afraid to send them to me!
pairing: seo changbin x fem!reader
warnings: none, just fluffy cuteness
word count: 1.4k
synopsis: while on a short holiday vacation, you and changbin wander the quaint shops decked out in all of their christmas glory.
note: this is my fic for @hearts4binnie as part of the secret stay event hosted by my loves attie @makeitworse and emmie @emmiesoverthemoon. thank you both for putting this together! hope you all enjoy. :)
Masterlist
graphics by me @lariesographic
"Oooh, that's pretty..." you mumbled to yourself under your breath, feet having slowed down outside the display window of a very Parisian boutique. "Binnie, do you think your mom would like that sweater?"
Idly reaching your hand out to where you thought your boyfriend still stood, you flailed it around before turning your head to look at what had him so distracted. Assuming he was just beside you, lost in his phone, you were surprised to see him nowhere nearby.
"Wha... Binnie?" You called out, looking between the roaming window shoppers weaving through the streets with you. "He was just here..."
Turning around to the direction you'd previously come from, you started backtracking a short distance but were becoming even more confused when you still couldn't see where he had slipped off to.
You and Changbin had been dating officially for roughly 8 months by this point, and when he asked you if you’d like to take a long weekend’s getaway to do some shopping in one of Germany’s famous Christmas markets, you couldn’t contain your excitement.
Somewhere along the way, you must have laid it on pretty thick that your dream bucket list vacation would be to spend time in the cozy, quaint meandering streets of a European town during the holidays.
You’d arrived only the day before and barely had time to settle in and get your bearings before wrapping both you and Changbin up tightly in your warm winter clothes to head out onto the snow-covered streets outside.
Unbeknownst to you however, Changbin had been prepared. He’d set up a romantic dinner for the two of you in a tiny little restaurant with a table right by an old stone fireplace, and enough aromatic, warm gluhwein to keep the chill away from you both. After you’d both stuffed yourself fully, he’d found a small ice rink littered with Christmas lights to take you skating.
Everything had been so idyllic and perfect. Until now.
Wrapping your scarf tighter around your neck to prevent the cold breeze from wafting down the back of your coat, you started to panic a little bit as it felt like the crowd had gotten thicker, and any sight of your boyfriend was made that much more difficult.
Cautiously, you turned around and began walking the way you were previously headed before getting separated, and started down the cobblestone streets to see if maybe he’d somehow gone ahead of you.
It didn’t take long this time, thank God, before you finally spotted him. And in a place you definitely wouldn’t have expected.
Changbin’s back was to you as he faced the front display of the boutique store, mesmerized eyes glued in on the items just behind the glass.
As you finally approached him, you laughed softly in relief. “You scared me! One second you were right next to me and then the next…”
Your voice caught momentarily as you turned your eyes to the display in front of you, pausing as you saw what had him so transfixed.
Just behind the glass was a delicate red Christmas dress, complete with tulle and a bow, adorning a tiny mannequin. The size of the clothing couldn’t have been for someone older than the age of 1.
“Bin…?”
Finally, Changbin sucked in a breath as he heard your voice and turned to face you with a cheeky smile. Lifting his hand, he pointed towards the window again. “Isn’t that so precious?”
Unsure of how to reply, you nodded your head once slowly with a chuckle. “It is really cute. I don’t think it will fit you though, Jagi.”
“No but… just think of the tiny human that it could fit. Honestly, how can someone be small enough to actually wear it?” His eyes were back on the dress in the window, and his voice was soft in wonder.
“Babies typically start pretty small, you know…”
“Yeah, yeah but,” he lifted his other hand which held a couple of shopping bags already and pressed it against the glass. “Can you imagine having one?”
Without much time to think, you replied in a shocked, louder than intentional voice. “What? A baby?”
Hearing your reaction, he turned back to you with a small frown. “Well, I didn’t mean right now, but… look how cute their stuff is!”
“I let you out of my sight for two seconds and now you’re planning a family? Did you sneak off and get some hot buttered rum without me noticing?”
“Tell me you don’t think that that is adorable!” Changbin said defiantly, pointing more directly at the dress before him. “And that onesie with the reindeer on the butt?” He said, trying to shift your eyes to the tiny green pajama set just beyond the window and a tiny bit further into the store.
“Ok the reindeer butt is pretty cute…”
Before you could hardly finish your sentence, Changbin squealed - yes, squealed - the moment his eyes landed on the small table of baby accessories near the pajamas. His voice rose an entire octave as he squeaked out, “OH MY GOD THAT IS THE TEENIEST TINIEST HAIR BOW I’VE EVER SEEN!”
Almost as a man transfixed, Changbin left you again standing alone on the street as his new obsession had pulled him into the children’s boutique.
“Wh… Binnie!” You said, trailing behind him at a quickened pace, trying not to lose him again. Once inside the store, he came to an abrupt halt in front of the accessories table, all glittered in its Christmas glory.
Nearly bumping into him from behind, you slowed down just as he dropped your shopping bags on the floor beside his feet, and picked up the dainty white snowflake bow headband. “Jagi,” he said, almost in a whisper as he turned to you. “...it’s so tiny…” he murmured, holding the headband up to his own skull, proving just how small the item was.
All you could do by this point was laugh. “Seriously, what has gotten into you? You’ve never said anything about having baby fever before…”
“...but I never saw anything this tiny before…” he replied, still in his hushed tone, eyes now focused again on the hair accessory in his hands.
“Binnie,” you began, slowly moving your hand to his palm to lift the headband away from him. “Honestly, I am loving this side of you but maybe we should slow down on a collection of baby things until we’re ready to have one?”
Your voice was gentle, trying your best to be understanding, but Changbin finally met your eyes again and he sighed, recognizing he may be getting a little ahead of himself. “Can’t we just get one? It can stay on Dwaekki’s head until we have a real baby?”
Leaning forward, you pressed a soft kiss to his lips, giggling softly at his suggestion. “Dwaekki doesn’t need a headband, Binnie. But I promise you when the time comes, you can pick out as many headbands as you want, yeah?”
Changbin’s lips curled into a small frown, pouting despite your kiss and pacification. “Fine…” he reluctantly murmured.
“Why don’t you go to the stand just in the square there and get us a couple of hot chocolates?”
He sighed heavily, looking wistfully back down at the headband you’d placed back on the display table. “Okay. Peppermint?” He asked, looking back at you before picking the shopping bags back up from the floor.
“Yes please,” you smiled softly, kissing his cheek once more. “I’ll be right there, gonna pop into that paper store across the way,” you said, motioning to the shop just ahead as you ushered him back out of the store and onto the street.
Changbin, like the good boyfriend he was, headed off into the direction you’d pointed to dutifully get your hot beverages.
Just when he was far enough out of sight, you ducked back into the children’s boutique and picked up the tiniest pair of Christmas socks you’d ever seen, white with small red dots decorating them and a soft, faux fur cuff around the edges. The headband hadn’t done much for you, but these socks? They were another story.
Less than two minutes later, you walked back towards the main square, tucking the newly acquired small paper bag into your purse, out of sight from anyone else including your boyfriend.
Someday you knew he’d love to discover both of those teeny, tiny surprises hidden inside.
warnings: size kink, unprotected sex (MDNI)(be smart), oral (f receiving), light somnophilia (non negotiated, but consensual), changbin’s massive dong, pet names (baby, princess, sweet girl, sweetheart), the most gentle aftercare ever like gag-worthy, belly bulge, light crying but in the best way!!
a/n: srry this took ages- i am only one freak </3 also, thank you all SO much for 1k followers???? i had to retype that like three times bc i was at 700 when i first made this draft- im so incredibly happy you all like my work ((,:
lazy fall days are your favorite time of year.
the world outside your living room window is painted in shades of orange, brown, and red- the wind is rustling with enough effort to push leaves off of barren branches. you don’t have a fireplace, but your tv plays a crackling fire that soothes you as if the warmth was really in the room. your softest blanket is thrown across your legs, george orwell’s animal farm open in your lap. the pages are heavily annotated already, your slanted cursive making connections and scribbling ideas in the skinny columns of the cream paper. outside your home, you hear the crunch of leaves as an animal passes by.
your home is secluded, set back into the treeline of the forest instead of in a suburb closer to town. you enjoy the solitude; you enjoy feeling at peace, and the whispers of the wind being your only company comforts you more often than not.
when the sun starts to set, the world outside your living room window is bathed in brilliant gold. oftentimes, the crows cawing across your roof and the trees in your surrounds lets you know it’s time to start getting ready for bed. you often dog-ear the page you’ve left off on in your latest book, fold the blanket across your couch, and head off to the bathroom to run a nice, almost too-hot bubble bath to end your day. when you glance up at the bay window, you frown slightly at the setting sun and glittering leaves.
the crows are silent. the leaves are still.
weird- the crows are often yapping by your windowsill way after the moon rises. you brush off the feeling of being slightly unsettled, assuming they had moved closer to town for the night in search of treats and trinkets, and stand from your couch. the blanket is folded, your book dog-eared, and you stretch your lazy bones until they produce a satisfying pop.
the leaves crumble outside with the sound of an animal trotting through. you pause, ears focused in on the sound; the leaves are louder than usual, the steps across them bigger than the small hooves that neighbor your home. these steps sound heavy, almost like boots clinking through the woodlands. with a faster rhythm to your breath you creep towards your bay window, peeking out from behind the white lace of your curtains to glance around your front yard.
nothing. in the distance, a little white bunny hops into a bush.
you shake your head in amusement at your own antics. sometimes the solace of your surroundings can play tricks on you, making everything feel more eerie and suffocating when it gets close to dusk. but really, your home is the epitome of comfort and serenity.
that is, until you hear the clunk of something heavy, chains rattling after- two steps right outside your front door. to your horror the knob twists, barely giving you time to react before your wooden door is thrown open and hitting the wall.
you scream.
the figure yelps in response, towering over you and twice your size but somehow looking just as startled, almost like a baby deer who heard a twig snap.
when the man comes closer, you quickly feel the panic in your gut double down, flipping and causing your body to shake. his skin is blue- not just pale, or a human with low blood circulation- he is literally painted cornflower blue. besides that, your eyes drift down his biceps, following the veins in all four of his gigantic arms until you’re met with twenty fingers. he holds all four hands up in surrender.
“well now that we’ve said hello, do you mind if i crash on your floor?”
his name is changbin. he’s also not a man- like, at all.
changbin busted down your door, all four of his gigantic arms flexing and bulging with muscle, his stature so tall he had to duck his head under the doorframe to bully his way into your home. you had always assumed girls in horror movies were stupid for falling when being chased by the axe murderer, but you felt even more stupid when you fell straight to your ass and tried your best to crawl towards the wall. changbin had looked at you, way more confused than a monster with bloodlust should be, and stepped closer. he backed you into the wall, heart beating so hard you could feel it in your throat, before he crouched down and held out one large palm to help you to your feet.
changbin is a monster- an alien, really. and he came to earth to escape the enemy he was at war with on a nearby planet.
he tells you he is a soldier for his planet, way off in some far away galaxy you can’t twist your tongue to pronounce. his home is in the midst of war with the enemy aliens (aliens!!) who are trying to colonize his people. you think to yourself as you look at him, with his body towering a clean foot above your own and his fingers that look to be the size of two of yours, that you never want to meet his enemies.
changbin had to flee the planet he was stationed at because things had turned grim. he doesn’t seem too perturbed telling you this, so you don’t ask further questions. he crashed into earth in his frenzy, wandering through the forest in search of shelter. that’s when he saw your cottage and the cute blue flowers on your windowsill, drawn to the fragrant petals and the soft lighting inside.
changbin apologizes immensely for knocking you on your ass and scaring the hell out of you. for such a malicious looking creature, his dark blue flush and shy eyes are just too cute. he promises he will be gone in less than a week, he just needs to figure out what the plan is.
that was two months ago. changbin now has his own pillows and blankets tucked into a basket in the living room, where he sleeps on your couch every night.
you honestly feel bad. changbin is a gigantic dude, and your couch isn’t even big enough for your much smaller frame to completely stretch out. but changbin swears he is fine, thankful for the place to rest his head and thankful for the shelter. slowly but surely, you also became thankful for the company.
changbin is a gentleman (gentle-alien?). he makes breakfast and coffee for you every morning, refuses to let you lift your finger to clean up after. he begged you to teach him how to do laundry just so you would never have to do it again. he even runs your bubble baths for you- arguing that you had given him safety, so he would ensure he repaid you. and really, you didn’t have it in you to argue with him. being pampered day and night by a seven foot tall, muscled alien is like a dream come true.
you have only noticed one thing about changbin that throws you off.
changbin doesn’t… eat. like, ever. once he had joked that he photosynthesized. another time, he had almost been able to convince you he ate red meat- moaning and groaning over the steak you had bought at the market earlier that day, only to tell you that it was yummy, even if it wasn’t filling.
so you had asked, sitting on the couch one evening with you latest book open in your blanket covered lap, “if you don’t eat meat for sustenance, what do you eat? and don’t tell me you photosynthesize again.”
changbin was spread out on the other side of your couch, head resting against the back and tilted to stare at you. his smirk was small, shrug lazy. “don’t worry about it, sweetheart.”
if you didn’t know any better, you would think he had said it on purpose. telling you not to do something is basically forcing you to do it- so you worry about it. you worry a lot.
you try to guess what he eats; you make every single food you can find in the grocery store, but all you get in return is a content hum and a still cavernous stomach. changbin would never make you worry on purpose, but you can tell he’s getting to a breaking point of sorts. compared to when he first arrived all those months ago, he looks… small. still huge compared to you, or any human for that matter, but small for him. almost frail- sunken in cheeks, pale lips in place of the deep blue you grew to obsess over. his body is weak, and all you can do is hope he lets you help.
so of course, playing dirty is the only option left.
after looking at hundreds and hundreds of what do aliens eat? google searches, you come across a link that peaks your interest- on reddit, of all places.
r/myalienroommate
u/hotpinkhotalien
i’m an alien, and recently crash landed on earth. everything is new and confusing, but my roommate is helping me adapt! my only issue is food source- how do i tell my roommate i want to eat them in a humanly-explicit way? humans are so weird about sexual encounters… will they kick me out??
you pause. it’s late, your laptop the only light source in your cozy room. you can’t do anything besides blink at the post, no thoughts passing through your brain. sexual encounters- eating their roommate explicitly. you think back to any possible clue changbin could have dropped to hint at the source of his hunger, and finally your brain clicks.
last week, changbin had made an off handed comment. sitting on one end of your couch, your legs thrown over his lap, massaging your calves and thighs with four large hands. he had spoke, almost shyly saying, “i could eat you up, looking like this.”
at the time you had just laughed it off, blushing fiercely but still smacking his stupidly large bicep. changbin thinks you’re beautiful, that’s not a secret. but he hasn’t made a single move other than complimenting you- the perfect gentle-alien.
and now that your brain is running so wild with the idea, you feel the shred of sanity you clung to snap.
changbin is on the couch, arms behind his head, eyes closed, feet dangling toward the floor. his soft breath puffs a stray strand of hair up and down across his forehead. you know you’re grasping at straws, but you have to do something- even now, changbin’s body looks exhausted.
you don’t give yourself time to second guess your actions, slowly and gently settling onto the wide expanse of changbin’s lap. you can’t help the quiet gasp that leaves your lips when you’re settled, the hard muscle of his thigh pressing into your core through the thin layers of two pairs of sweatpants making you shake your head to force yourself to focus. studying his face, the beautiful blue hue of his skin, your small hand slowly trails up towards the outline of changbin’s length resting against his hip.
you bite down on your bottom lip when you grasp him through the fabric, one of your hands not enough to fully encircle his length even though he is completely soft. your brain starts working overtime, flooding your mind with images of changbin’s thick fingers prepping you to take his huge cock- if it would even fit. your pussy clenches at the thought of being stretched so full, your hand moving up and down the expanse of his cock and making you wetter by the second when you feel him harden underneath you.
you glance up to changbin’s face when he makes a small keening sound in the back of his throat, eyebrows twitching inward. he is still asleep, muscles twitching in his biceps and forearms as his body reacts to your light touch. you continue your ministrations, applying the slightest pressure when you run your thumb along the underside of his fat head. when his muscular thigh tenses beneath your clothed pussy you can’t help the quiet whine that escapes you, feeling your increasingly ruined underwear stick to your already dripping folds. without your permission, your hips start to move- shaky at first, grinding your cunt against the hard muscle to relieve the ache in your gut, almost like your body is working on instinct alone. your eyes flutter closed at the drag of changbin’s thigh, pushing against your sensitive clit just right through the fabric while you continue your ministrations on the giant cock trapped in changbin’s sweatpants.
then, hands grab your hips. the hold is tight, grip immediately forcing your movements to stop. you gasp at the contact, eyes darting up to come face to face with a very much awake alien- eyebrows furrowed, lips parted, teeth gritted together like he’s in pain.
“princess- shit, what are you doing?” changbin grits out, the pet name slipping from his indigo lips as if he had said it a thousands times before. you tense on top of his legs, suddenly wondering if this wall all a huge, huge mistake.
“i- i’m so sorry, changbinnie-“ you whimper when his grip on your hips tightens, a third hand coming to hold your palm still where it lays flattened over his length, trying your best to ignore the twitch of him when you whine. “i just want to help, and you haven’t let me! so i… i went to the internet, and it told me this could be a possibility…”
changbin uses the hand not currently holding you to grip your jaw gently, fingers tucking hair behind your ear, scratching at the base of your neck like he is trying to soothe you. the flutter of your lashes and a slow inhale of breath tells him it’s working.
“what do you think could be a possibility, sweetheart?” he hums, asking with eyebrows raised in an almost teasing fashion. his lips are quirked upwards, the same way they always do when you’re being a little pouty and difficult. you blink dumbly for a moment, head starting to cloud over with how much of your body is being engulfed by strong hands.
“that, i don’t know,” you mumble, suddenly feeling shy but unable to look away with the hand gripping your neck, soft but firm. you bite your lip, exhaling again before speaking. “maybe… you would feel full if you ate me…?”
changbin huffs a breath through his nose, fingers twitching to hold you tighter against his will. he tilts his head, gaze wandering away from your eyes for the first time since waking up. it drifts over the slope of your nose, down to your lips, then your neck, dipping lower and lower until it settles where your pussy is pressed to his hard thigh. you know what he must be looking at- sure your sweatpants have darkened with how wet you are at your core, how you were grinding against his leg pathetically less than three minutes ago. changbin tenses his thigh, only for a second- but it’s enough to make a sound build high in your throat, choking you on the way out and spilling a flush over your heated skin.
changbin uses the hand holding yours over his cock to press down, firm and slow enough to tease you both in a cruel way. he watches the way you gasp, helpless to the way he handles you.
“you want it that bad, sweetheart?” he murmurs, hand at your jaw now sliding further into your hair, grasping a fistful with no force. just a reminder that he is here, and you are owned. “want me to be full? fuck into your little pussy until you’re the only thing left on my tongue?”
you moan, changbin’s hands rolling your hips forward at the same time his thigh tenses again, the friction feeling insane and so, so good. you’re nodding before you’ve even fully processed the question, a mixture of please, please, changbin, need you, please, spilling from your open mouth as he watches you chase your pleasure.
then changbin is leaning up, using his grip in your hair to push your head down- his lips meet yours in the middle, wet and hot and everything you’ve been dreaming of for months.
a fresh wave of heat lights up your body, one of your hands gripping at his pec for support. your other hand is still on changbin’s cock, now free to move on your own and tug at the waistband of his sweats, impatient. he helps when you struggle, pulling his pants down and lifting you like you’re light as a feather so he can kick them off. now left in navy blue boxer briefs, your cunt meets much hotter skin and you have to disconnect your lips from his to moan loudly- needy.
changbin grunts when his cock is pulled from his underwear, looking down between the two of you to watch your hand grasp as much of the base as you can. he curses under his breath, watching you attempt to make him feel good. you had imagined it would be big, but he is massive. the possibilities of what he could do- what he will do to you, it makes your head spin while you try to fit your hand around it.
“shit- you’re so much smaller than me, princess. will it even fit inside?” he says, hips rolling up into your hand shallowly. you whine, bringing your other hand down to completely circle his length but he cuts you off, tsking as he bends forward. his body presses you back until your head hits the soft pillow at the end of the couch, changbin crawling into your space to press a kiss to the corners of your lips, your cheeks, then trailing down your neck in a fashion way too sweet for the crippling heat in your stomach.
“changbin- please,” you beg, whining and moaning pitifully as his thigh briefly connects with your too-clothed pussy again. he huffs a laugh into your neck when you attempt to chase the friction, his mouth sliding over soft skin until he reaches the neck of your shirt.
“be patient, sweetheart,” changbin says, teasing and fond as his grin presses into your skin. “have to get you nice and wet if you wanna try taking my cock, okay? now, be good and let me eat.”
changbin takes your underwear and sweatpants down in one swift movement, second set of hands slipping your shirt over your head. he groans when you’re fully uncovered seconds later, as if seeing you like this is an answered prayer and maybe he has been dreaming of this, too. he lowers his head, holding your thighs open by hooking his arms under them, spreading your glistening cunt open with two long, thick fingers to watch the way your hole clenches at the cool air.
“you have no clue how long i’ve been thinking about this,” changbin mutters, eyes never leaving your dripping pussy. “try not to scream too loud, baby. you’ll wake the crows.”
changbin opens his mouth. you see the thickness of his tongue right before it pushes inside of you, wet and stretching you from just this alone. and you scream. changbin smiles against your cunt like he knew you would, regardless of his warning.
his tongue is long enough to feel the curl of it hit that sweet spot deep inside you, making your thighs feebly attempt to squeeze shut around changbin’s strong hold. he groans when you clench around the wet appendage, pleasure spiking in your gut that makes you that much more soaked. it’s messy- the way changbin slurps at your throbbing pussy, making your eyes roll back, making your hips grind closer to his mouth. changbin looks ravenous below you, cheeks flushed deep violet and eyes laser focused on your reaction, ears perked up at the whines and whimpers falling from your open mouth.
changbin’s tongue thrusts into you like a living being on its own; the way he stretches you open feels like a wetter version of the size you’re used to taking and you’re sure you will never be able to have anyone else like this again. now, it’s only this feeling. it’s only changbin bringing you to the edge of a new kind of ecstasy and pushing you over. when your stomach starts clenching, hips moving more frantically, changbin presses down on your stomach with one large palm and your vision almost whites out at the added outer stimulation.
before you can form words, you cum- for what feels like forever. screaming with the force of your pleasure, eyes squeezing shut, mouth open and panting for air. changbin is their through it all, grip on your hips tightening to move with you while you work through it, tongue scooping and lapping at the flow of your arousal against his mouth in a way that means he doesn’t want to waste a single drop. the alien groans, low and almost animalistic in his throat, before pulling his face away from your still-clenching pussy. blinking your bleary eyes open, you see a sharpened grin and glistening mouth.
“you taste so good, princess.” changbin is praising, moaning while his fingers stroke up and down your dripping slit, almost reverent in his touch, as if stopping now might kill him. “think you’re ready to take the real thing?”
you’re moaning and begging before he even finishes. “binnie- fuck, please i- i need it. need you to split me open-“
“god- fuckin’ unreal,“ is the only thing you hear, the only warning you get. you feel two of his fingers push inside your soaked cunt, almost like four of your own, and you’re gasping and arching into the stretch of it. your pussy clenches down, grip tight enough to have changbin cursing again before a hand grips your waist followed by two cupping your tits.
even while he is holding you with all four hands, curling his fingers inside you and plucking at your nipples in the most mouthwatering way and holding your hip steady, he is so focused on your reactions. when you moan, he moves faster. when you bite down on your lip, he presses harder. soon enough you are aching to be filled, and of course- of course changbin knows. with how intently he listens to your body, he knows everything.
“shh, sweet girl,” changbin coos, smiling a small little thing when you whimper at his fingers leaving you. “i’ve got you. i’ll take care of you, alright? give you everything you need, princess.”
and then he’s lining up. his cock sits heavy on your stomach for a teasing moment, absurd in the way you feel dwarfed by it. then the wet tip is pressed to your entrance, nudges in just a centimeter or two, and you’re suddenly much, much more desperate than you have ever been.
“binnie, binnie, binnie-“ your frantic begging is pathetic, it sounds that way to your own ears. a lingering, warm kiss falls to your forehead as he pushes in deeper, your walls slowly spreading to accommodate his length. changbin’s thumbs come to your eyes and you realize you’re tearing up with the sheer force of your need, nails digging into the skin of two of his arms.
“almost there, baby.” changbin says, huffing lightly as he stretches you further. “just a little more, taking me so well- so perfect for me.”
when changbin’s hips press flush against you your head is already tipped back against the arm of the couch. he is so deep, deeper than you thought possible, as if your body is rearranging to fit his shape. you hear him exhale harshly, fighting to stay still while you adjust, and one of his hands comes to hold your own. he moves your hand to your own stomach, laying his flat over top, and you moan long and drawn out at the shape of his cock from outside your body- bulging out of your fucking stomach.
“feel that, baby?” changbin asks, now panting as he presses down softly. “i’m right there, almost in your fucking throat.”
you feel a fresh wave of arousal drip from your open pussy, soaking changbin’s length and the skin around his pelvis with your need. changbin runs two fingers over your aching cunt, gathering the slick there and sucking the digits into his mouth with a groan.
suddenly, you’re lifted up. changbin sits back on his knees, one hand supporting his weight behind him as you fall on top of his body. your hands wrap around his neck tightly for support and he gently pushes your head into the crook of his neck. all you get in warning is a quick hold on tight, and then he’s moving.
changbin has been so gentle, so sweet and caring. now, you feel his patience wear thin enough to snap as he pistons his hips upward, impaling you on the length of his cock with every harsh thrust. the pace is maddening, your whole body trembling as you uselessly claw at his back for support. like this, changbin is hitting your sensitive bundle of nerves with pinpoint accuracy on every thrust- your body is quickly unraveling, and all you can do is moan and whine and hold on for the ride.
“fuck- feel so good,” changbin is harshly panting now, sweating and grunting like he is working a set of weights. he spreads your ass with two hands, kneading the flesh roughly while he bounces you on his length. you moan, tongue falling from your lips to lap at the brilliant blue skin of his neck in an attempt to tell him you’re already close. dark blue bruises are sucked into the skin there, the sound of his moans enough to fill every wet dream you have for the rest of your life.
“please,” is the only word you seem capable of remembering, but changbin knows because he always does. changbin knows what you need, and when one of his thick fingers rubs at the wide stretch of your hole, right where he is thrusting in and out of you at a rapid pace, your body locks up tight. he teases you there, applying pressure as if he might thrust it inside, even though there is no possible way a single centimeter could nudge inside of you. still, the brief second of panic quickly taken over by excitement only adds fuel to the flame licking up your spine.
“cum for me princess, let me see what i do to you.”
that’s all it takes. a few words growled against your flushed skin, changbin’s cock hitting deep inside you and staying pressed against your g spot as he comes undone, too. your pleasure is full body, every nerve ending alight as he stays pressed right against you, a mix of both his and your cum leaking down his cock and making a mess on your thighs. he rocks you both through your release, filling you up while you clench and throb around his length. with every movement you whine in overstimulation, just the same as changbin grunts with something close to obsession.
as you come down from the longest high you’ve felt, you are gently laid back onto the couch. you can only whimper when changbin’s cock leaves you, sure you’re gaping open. changbin is still there though, hushing you gently and licking at your thighs, your overstimulated entrance, cleaning you up. when he’s done he leaves briefly, coming back with an old towel and properly cleaning both of your bodies. then he’s gone again, for long enough that you start to get cold.
“binnie,” you call softly, eyes slipping closed. then a presence is beside you, lifting you up into four strong arms and completely covering your body. vaguely, you register entering the bathroom. then you are lowered into the bathtub, changbin behind you and wam water soothing your tired bones.
“you did so well, baby. so perfect for me,” changbin says, maneuvering you so that he can wash your body with soapy hands. the pressure of hands on your back and arms, massaging the skin, makes your eyes flutter closed with a pleased sound. “how do you feel?”
you feel a little more coherent, enough so that you can look up at him with a lazy grin when you say, “i feel like a devoured meal.”
changbin snorts, pressing a quick peck to your nose, then your lips. “well, i’ll help you recover. you need lots of rest.”
leaning in closer, nuzzling your hair, changbin continues in a teasing whisper. “after all, i do like to eat, sweetheart.”
a/n: FINALLY my sweet darling changbin debuts
sooo what do you think?? i have hyunjin, seungmin, and jeongin left to introduce to u all before more alien content goes up! alien ruts are,, something i’ve been thinking about often i can’t lie.
as always :3 :3 requests are open!! don’t be shy~ send that ask no matter how freakish it is bc chances are i will match your freak <3
• Urbain remembered the first time he met you. It was in the street, and you had just arrived in Lumiose City, and at that moment, he knew he was in for a ride.
• You moving into Hotel Z also didn't help with his steadily growing feelings for you.
• Not that he had a huge crush on you or anything! Just a teeny tiny one! Nothing to be too worried about, as he had assured Lida
• You were just his girl-friend (take note of the hyphen), like Lida was. Anyways, the crush he had on you was nothing major.
• Barely even a crush! Just... Overly thorough admiration for your battling skills and relationship with your pokemon, nothing else!
• (despite the fact he had already imagined growing old with you)
•Sure, he thought you were pretty cute, but that didn't mean much right...?
•He completely ignored that the fact he went to your room in the middle of the night was kinda odd
• And that he stared at you, even when you weren't talking (which was most of the time)
• (and that he got crazy butterflies whenever you smiled at him)
•he was just... Being friendly!
•(extra friendly if you ask me)
• He made it his job to be near you as much as possible, unintentionally, of course.
• And though he may not have noticed how big his crush on you was getting, Naveen and Lida deeeffffinitely did.
• Whenever you were out doing whatever (probably remarkable) things you do, Lida would ask him about you.
•Not that Urbain minded at all, he liked talking about you, and how much you have been improving with battling and everything
•(he kept all thoughts about how gorgeous he thought you were to himself though)
•And the fact that you were brave enough to take on the rust syndicate,(For him, no less!)
• You were so amazing, so sweet and strong and caring.
•(And hot)
•(especially when you were sooo focused on battling, boy were you fineee)
•Who said that????
• And when he saw you all dressed up for the first time, oh boy he got butterflies.
•He finally realized that day, that he was definitely downbad for you
Tucked deep within an ever-shifting forest, one that doesn’t appear on any map, lies a hidden sanctuary for folklore creatures who can no longer safely live in their wild domains. The world has changed, and with it, the magic that once thrived has grown quiet.
You didn’t expect to end up here. One day you were applying to work with rescued animals, birds, maybe a fox or two and somehow, you ended up in a place where creatures of myth still breathe.
Now, you're the caretaker of The Sanctuary. You tend to wounds both visible and hidden. Some residents keep their distance. Others have taken a... particular interest in you. And each one is a story waiting to be told.
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A.N: READ THE WARNINGS!!! all these are in order of when I put them out, they are stand alones unless stated otherwise
nsfw in blue | first meetings in purple
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warmed stones | minho x reader
catch me if you can | poly!hyunsungseung x f!reader
something real | jeongin x reader
hunger and other tender things | changbin x m!reader
stubborn young fox | jeongin x m!reader
something in the deep | chan x felix x reader
still waters | chan x felix x f!reader
found you | chan x minho x changbin x reader
first time in the atrium | minho x reader
a wand incident | han x reader
silken tails | jeongin x reader
cold scales, warm places | minho x f!reader
hurt in the sanctuary | ot8 headcanons
pomegranate kisses | jeongin x m!reader
lullaby for the lonely | changbin x reader
quiet sorrow | chan x reader
silence and thorns | hyunjin x reader
animal urges | jeongin x reader
warm meals | changbin x reader
too much, too big? | changbin x f!reader
wild magic | han x reader
naga anatomy | minho x reader
coil and skin | minho x reader
warm currents | felix x reader
don't look at me like that | jeongin x reader
sweet thing | hyunjin x reader
the ways you stay | seungmin x reader
caught in pixie hands | han x reader
coilbound | minho x reader
mirror locked | chan x reader
the things we need | chan x jeongin x m!reader
foxy dreams | jeongin x reader
the language of trees | seungmin x reader
sea glass and silence | felix x reader
egg heist | jeongin x reader
whispers of wings | han x reader
touch a river | chan x reader
to plant ghosts | hyunjin x reader
float with me | chan x felix x readership
game over | poly!ot8 x reader
need help? | changbin x reader
love feels like magic | ot8 headcannons
homemade wrapping paper | han x reader
scales and trembles | minho x changbin x reader
can't stop | jeongin x reader
kiss the girl l poly!ot8 x reader
brownie wishes | poly!ot8 x reader
you'd let me? | seungmin x reader
firelight reading | seungmin x f!reader
consumed by twincoils | minho x f!reader
sweetest praise | hyunjin x f!reader
wildflowers wait | hyunjin x reader
first time | jeongin x f!reader
too small, baby | han x f!reader
pixie sizing | han x reader
too big, baby | han x reader
when you catch a pixie | han x reader
out of wack pixie magic | han x reader
bathtime punishment | chan x han x jeongin
clumsy and bruised | changbin x reader
sea glass and silence cont' | felix x reader
fevers and cut fruit | minho x reader
holding it together | chan x reader
bruises | ot8 headcannons
smooth tides hide storms | felix x f!reader
little things | chan x reader
secrets we hide from ourselves | seungmin x reader
For everyone who has read my Hyunjin Dolly fic, I'm making this post where you will be able to comment if you want to be added or removed from the taglist to this series.
The series will consist of 9 chapters, each for one individual doll, and they will tie in together in the final chapter. I'd like to clarify that the dollies are posted in a non-linear story.
hiiii can i request a scenario for shinji hirako with an s/o who is usually not physically affectionate but really loves listening to his heartbeat when feeling stressed or overwhelmed?
Oh this is sweet! I think this would be my first Shinji fic. Thank you for requesting it. I'm going to put it with post-TYBW Shinji.
Summary: Work sucks most days, but getting yelled at for something that's not even your fault? That's even worse. Thankfully Shinji knows just what you need.
TW: This is SFW. Workplace abuse, verbal harassment, mentions of stress and incompetence.
“Are you that much of an idiot to not understand where vents should go!?” Yelled Captain Kurotsuchi at you. You flinched as he ranted on about your work in redesigning the Squad 12 barracks.
You and your team were leading the redesign and renovations of various barracks across the Gotei 13 after the war with the Quincies. And you had received the ire of Captain Kurotsuchi. You knew he would be difficult, which is why your superior assigned you as the leader of the small team working with Squad 12. You would be able to handle it. You were focused, diligent and attentive. Any details and requests, no matter how miniscule, would be overseen by you.
Which is why you were exhausted hearing Captain Kurotsuchi rant for umpteenth time today. You looked around apprehensively for Lieutenant Akon. It was much easier to deal with him than the captain, but he was nowhere in sight.
And your colleagues ran off to hide, even though it was their mistake to begin with putting the vent over his computer (and in what world did that make sense anyways!? You wanted to yell at them.)
But no, instead you were being yelled at as you tried your best to apologize for the error. Another colleague ran to remove the ventilation item, but it was too late.
It didn’t help that the rest of Squad 12 looked at you like some kind of idiot, being scolded by the teacher. You hated feeling so small.
So powerless.
You tried biting your lip, squeezing your fists as Captain Kurotsuchi waved you off, muttering how useless you were.
As he walked away, so did you, into another room to calm down. Your colleagues swarmed you, after scurrying away from Captain Kurotsuchi’s fury. It was humiliating, hearing their fake apologies.
“Leave me be, please.” You muttered to them, as they tried consoling you. You couldn’t register what they were saying, but one of them managed to find Lieutenant Akon.
But you were too exhausted and overwhelmed. You had spent over 14 hours doing renovations.
“I’m sorry for this Lieutenant Akon, but I’ll have to resume the renovations tomorrow.” You bowed your head apologetically. “My colleagues here will clean up.” You said, giving them a glare as they sheepishly agreed.
“Thank you for your work today.” Lieutenant Akon said, giving you a wry smile. “I got the gist of what happened. Don’t worry about today. You and your team have done an excellent job so far.” He smiled, “I’ll let the captain know tomorrow.”
“Thank you.” You sighed, bowing your head again.
“And I’ll be around tomorrow. So you can come to me with any questions.” The lieutenant explained, hoping that would make you feel better.
You gave him a soft smile, but left the barracks exhausted. You wanted to scream. You wanted to cry. Renovations were already hard work, and to have someone call you an idiot and every other related word at you, for more than 10 hours?
You didn’t realize, but you were shaking in fury.
“Hey, doll. What’s with the frown?” You knew that voice from anywhere.
And after the day you’ve had, it was a voice you needed to hear.
Without even thinking, you wrapped your arms around Captain Hirako. He immediately tensed at the sudden motion, but relaxed as he wrapped your arms back. Shinji frowned slightly, noticing the shakes your body was making.
“Why don’tcha come back to my office?” He held you closer, stroking your back. “I’ll play your favourite record and we can open those snacks we’ve been savin’ for, ok?” You nodded your head in his chest, as he held your hand, walking towards the Squad 5 barracks.
It wasn’t Shinji’s favourite genre of music, but it helped you relax. The two of you were lounging in the loveseat couch in his office, your body on top of his, laying peacefully as the music filled the room.
Your shaking stopped, thankfully. Shinji looked down as he stroked your hair. It wasn’t often you would want physical affection, so Shinji savoured the moments when they came.
He just hated how it would come to be. What sort of anger, frustration and ineptitudes you must have faced to lead you to this state. You had fallen asleep in his arms, as you cried into his chest about the awful day you had.
Shinji wanted to go down to the Squad 12 barracks and yell at Kurotsuchi on your behalf, but you would have been more upset. Instead, playing a record that soothed you, having your favourite snacks on hand, and of course his presence, was enough to calm you down.
It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep in his arms either. The lull of Shinji’s heartbeat, the warmth of his embrace, and his long, thin fingers, stroking your hair and body, put you in a daze. You murmured to him, with sleep lacing your voice, of what happened. Shinji would squeeze your arm in reassurance, hold you closer to him as he kissed your forehead.
Whatever had happened before, whatever will happen later, will never matter, you thought to yourself. Unconsciously you snuggled closer into Shinji’s chest.
The tenderness of Shinji’s love for you was enough to persevere – tomorrow will just be another day.
Thank you for requesting this, anon! I hope this is what you had in mind.
This is the song I was listening to, that would also play in the final scene. Home - Resonance
『 ↳✧･ﾟ A/N: A little too self indulgent (not romantically). Inspired bc I love napping around my dad while he stays up doing stuff. I just love my dad. Also, I’m seeing SKZ tomorrow!!!
(pictures are not mine. Credits to their respective owners!)
You’re dozing off on the couch. Chan had put on a show on the TV. Your eyes are heavily closing. It was quite early, so there was no real reason for you to be falling asleep. Regardless, if you were tired, you should be sleeping upstairs in your bed, not the couch.
Chan noticed it, so he knelt down in front of you, putting a hand on your cheek. "Baby? Are you really going to fall asleep here? Let me take you to bed."
“Hm?” His voice awakens you.
Chan is tucking an arm under your legs to lift you up, but stops as soon as it awakens you. "You were dozing off. Come on, let's go to the bedroom. You'll sleep better in bed."
“No, no.” You say quietly, pushing his hand away.
Chan looked at you with slight surprise. He didn’t expect you to refuse. "What do you mean no? Baby, the couch’s uncomfortable."
“It’s okay. I’m okay.” You reply. “Just keep watching TV.”
Chan couldn’t help but let out a sigh, you’re so stubborn sometimes. "Baby, you’re going to end up sleeping here on the couch and complaining about how uncomfortable you are. Please, go to bed and rest properly."
“Please, no.” You insist and it stops Chan in his tracks. “I wanna sleep here.” You mumble.
Chan looked at you with a mixture of confusion and concern on his face. He didn’t understand why you wanted to sleep uncomfortably on the couch when he offered to take you to your comfortable bed. "Baby, why do you want to sleep here so badly? The bed is much more comfortable. You’ll sleep better there."
You pout softly, like there’s an invisible weight on your heart. “I just… do.”
Seeing you with that pout on your face makes something in Chan's heart ache. He decides to try a different approach in order to change your mind. "Baby, why do you want to sleep here so bad, hm? What's wrong with the bed?"
“It’s not the bed.” You grow quieter. He knelt back down in front of you, his hand gently cupping the back of your head. “I just… wanna be with you.” The small action renders you weak to confess.
You could still be with him in bed, Chan thinks. He sighs softly as he hears your confession. "It's not like we won't be together if you sleep in bed. I can lay there with you. And it's more comfortable than the couch, baby."
“No. I…” You hesitate. “I want you to stay awake.”
Chan's eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he hears your words. "Wait, why don’t you want me to sleep?"
“I just….” It’s hard to put your thoughts into words. “I like it when you stay awake when I’m sleeping.” You confess sheepishly. “Doing your own thing.”
Chan slowly realized what you were talking about. Your words slowly started to make sense in his head. “So you like it when I stay awake and do my own thing while you’re sleeping? Like when I watch TV or stay on the computer?”
You nod. “It’s… oddly comforting.”
Chan gently caressed your face, a very tender smile on his face as he knew what you meant. It’s like you just want him there, doing his own thing. “Okay, I think I understand now. I can stay awake and do whatever I’m doing while you’re sleeping.” He chuckled softly, finding your words to be very cute.
He leaned down, gently placing a soft kiss on your forehead. He then stood up and sat next to you on the couch. “Come here,” he said, gesturing for you to lay your head on his lap.
It takes you a second to react. You always thought this was so weird. Even your exes thought it was weird.
Chan smiled tenderly as he saw you finally laying down, your head resting on his lap. He couldn’t deny that he always loved when you were laying like this.
He started playing with your hair gently, his fingers threading through your soft locks. Chan looked down at you, seeing your eyes slowly closing. He found it adorable, but gently stroked your hair so you wouldn’t fall asleep yet. “Is there a reason or..?”
You shrug. “I don’t know. You make me sleepy.”
Chan had heard something about that. Like animals imprinting their mates, it’s human nature to get attached to someone that makes you feel safe and protected. If that feeling is enhanced it can cause drowsiness. It made his heart warm hearing that he makes you sleepy. “Yeah?” He spoke, still gently playing with your hair. “I suppose I make you feel safe and relaxed.”
You nod. “You’d never let anything happen to me.” You state surely.
Chan’s heart fluttered in his chest, full of warmth and love. Yes, it is true. He does not want anything bad to happen to you. He would fight with the whole world to make sure you’re safe. “That’s right. I would never let anything happen to you, sweet girl.” He assured you, his tone soft and gentle.
Your eyes have closed, but you continue talking, confessing. “It’s scary sometimes. That means only you could hurt me…”
Chan froze as he heard your words, the soft smile disappearing from his face. Those words were… heavy to say the least. He didn’t expect this to take a dark turn.
He gently moved his hand to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his heart hurting for you. “Baby, you know I would never hurt you, right?”
“I know.” You nod almost invisibly. “But you could if you wanted to and I couldn’t do anything about it." You admit. "I wouldn’t do anything about it.”
Chan’s heart ached more and more as he heard you. He hates that you think this, because it’s not true at all. Sure, he is bigger and stronger than you, and could easily overpower you, but he would never do it. “Don’t say that, baby girl. I could never do that. I could never hurt you. I would never even try.” He gently stroked your cheek, his tone soft.
You nuzzle a bit more on his lap. “I was just saying…” You sound resigned. Like you trust him so much there’s no defense in you anymore. Like you're completely vulnerable and defenseless to him. He felt his heart in his throat.
He gently cupped your cheek, gently turning your face to look up at him. You could see the pain in his eyes, tears welling up in his soft gaze. “I can’t imagine myself ever hurting you, sweetheart. It’s physically impossible for me to do it. I love you so much.”
“Good." You nod. "Because I love you.”
Chan smiled again when you said those three words. He always loved hearing you saying you love him. It is like music to his ears every single time. He gently stroked your cheek again, his fingers slightly caressing your skin. “You're my everything, baby. There's nothing I wouldn't do for you.”
it's ridiculous, given that you and him occupy the same space. his head has made an imprint upon your lap from how long he has been laying upon it, and your body instinctively curls over his as if to defend him — him, of all creatures — from the big bad things out there in the world.
it's a rare occurence, surely, considering the line of your work, and rafayel knows that he should feel some semblance of gratitude for you— but there is a selfish part of him that wonders why this is so rare. why is it that he should feel grateful that you only occasionally take time off to spend it with him instead of running after wanderer tracks like some headless chicken.
what irks rafayel the most is that even now, your mind is elsewhere; pondering about your next work day, your next course of action in your investigations regarding the aether core, everything in between— but never him.
"do you love me?" he blurts out suddenly.
rafayel hears you hum, and the dappled shade your frame casts over him where he lays upon your lap shifts as you look down at him. there's a soft smile upon your face, though your eyes shine with a glint of curiosity— puzzlement.
"of course i do," you say, as if it were obvious— as if rafayel could feel it.
and he does. he knows it, deep down in his heart and in his soul, that you love him as surely as the wave comes back to shore; you'll always come back to him at the end of the day, and rafayel thinks that it should matter.
it should matter. it should. that's what he tells himself then as he closes his eyes, turning his head to bury it in the soft of your stomach— and will all his wretched thoughts away.
Sylus is for the people that rarely speak out their minds.
Sylus is for the people that somehow always get blamed for other people problems f.ex. “Ex friend: You never asked me how I felt when I had that physical relationship with my ex roommate!” WELL, BITCH YOU NEVER TOLD ME YOU HAD A THING GOING ON WITH YOUR ROOMMATE!
Sylus is for the people that always fantasied scenarios that would make them cooler.
Sylus is for the people that feel they can never be enough.
Sylus is for the people that lie that they don’t care but the truth is, they care A LOT!
Sylus is for the people that look intimidating but the moment someone talks to them, they overshare.
Sylus is for the people that gets overlooked quite a lot.
Sylus is for the people that get talked over in the middle of a conversation and are forced to shut up.
Sylus is for the people that can’t handle rejection in their school/work life because they think they are a failure.
Sylus is for the people that now found their worth and stopped toxic friendships which resulted in “I never let people get too close to me anymore!”.
Sylus is for the people that never been confident in their whole lives but still manage to pull through and enjoy it❤️
Sylus is for the ones whose feet always seem to find the cracks in the pavement, who always seem to stumble over themselves as they try desperately to make something- a name for themselves, a conversation, a new relationship, a stronger existing one, anything- only to fail again and again.
Sylus is for the ones who find themselves holding up their hands as they watch them shake. Why you? Why was everything always on you? Why did you always have to make the effort, the connection, the fake-happy face to appease someone, just so that they might love you?
Sylus is for the ones who truly try, but have longed since reached the breaking point. Don't worry darling. Hide the cracks. If they're hidden, you surely can handle a little bit more disappointment. A little bit more 'being alone' no matter how hard you try. A little bit more on focusing on everyone else's needs while neglecting your own. Why are you breaking? Why are your pieces on the floor? Chin up, darling. It's only for a while longer. How much longer? Well, how much more do you have left to give?
Sylus is for the ones who sit wondering why. Why is there suddenly the foreign feeling of care, of love, of endearment? When everything has been 'nothing' for so long, how are you supposed to cope with 'anything' at all? Much less 'everything'? The stack of bills are paid, the cupboards no longer have ramen, rice, and beans. The texts come frequently, and your phone rings randomly whenever you cross someone's mind. When have you ever crossed someone's mind? And the clothes bought for you fit like a glove.
Sylus is for the ones who have given everything all of their life, who have found themselves desperate for connections that no one wants to make with them, who give their everything in exchange for more anxiety and demands at their expense.
Sylus when you get injured during sparring would be like a sad puppy who mistakenly bit your hand.
He'd scramble to your side the moment he realized his hit landed right on your face, immediately checking for damage with shaky hands
"sweetie, are you ok? Are you hurt? I didn't mean to- I didn't think the hit would land" his eyebrows furrowed so deeply you could swear there would be permanent lines. His eyes were darting around your face as he held you. When you'd lower your head to inspect the wound with your hand, he would mistakenly think you cowered from his touch.
"kitten let me see,- please" you could hear his voice breaking as he said please. His hands shaking as his thumb fluttered over your busted lip.
"Sylus I'm ok. These type of injuries happen during sparring it's ok"
"No I should have-"
" if I didn't get hit I'd never learn." You placed your palm on his cheeks to calm him- to assure him you were alright but he only looked at you helpless. He looked at you with such sadness in his eyes that you suspected there was far more to this than today's incident.
He would continue to sulk as he iced your wounds and even going as far to heal your minor wounds with his evol. This sulking and apologizing would carry far into the week until you practically had to kiss him to shut up
Sylus is the type of dude to give you his credit card and lets you go fucking nuts with it.
Hell he encourages you to get that thing you’ve been wanting but couldn’t since it wasn’t easily affordable. He wants you to use his card, he’s rich and he’d be offended if the shit you bought didn’t even make a dent on his wallet.
He’s got rooms big enough to house ALL OF YOUR HYPERFIXATIONS!
Treat yourself! Treat yourself! Treat yourself!
Don’t be afraid because Sylus gave you his card for a reason, and if he sees you’re not spending enough? He’ll buy shit for you on your behalf behind your back.
If you’re nervous that what you’re buying is too expensive? He’ll scoff at the price tag and tell you to aim HIGHER! again he’ll buy you it himself if you’re too nervous to do so because he can easily get back the money you spent with his business ventures and whatnot.
(This man bought my brain and lives in it lavishly. Thank god for Sylus!)
premise: hoshina soshiro has been hopelessly in love with you for years now. and for the first time, you finally hear him say the words "i love you."
— warnings: down bad + jealous hoshina, modern setting, reader is a kyudo player.
— author's note: little miss says she's going on a break then proceeds to write about hoshina soshiro for all the dying fans (its me, i'm the dying fans.) art credits to @.BByo_chick on twitter.| ~700 words.
“how long are ya gonna keep me here?”
“no one is forcing you to.”
hoshina only clicks his tongue and stares at the dojo walls. his finger impatiently tapping at his chin as he hits crossed leg on the floors. it’s half past 5 in the afternoon now and you have no intentions of going home anytime soon.
“i’m gettin’ bored here,” he drawls, hands stretching over his head as he watches you shoot another arrow with pin-point accuracy that makes his smirk twitch uncomfortably. you’ve gotten too good at kyudo, and it shows.
“then go home,” you reply as you pull the bow back and aim for your next shot. “you don’t have to keep waiting for me to finish.”
but that was the thing: hoshina wanted to wait for you and he always will.
he wants everyone to know that you had him and he’s all you’ll ever need. there was no need for that guy who caught your fall a few days ago—not when he’s been catching you for the past 3 years. he was your guide in the train station every morning, so why do you keep trying to go to the station earlier and ask your junior for directions? hoshina soshiro was always by your side, so why couldn’t you see that?
“i’ll wait,” he murmurs into his hand, eyes looking at anything but at you. “got nothin’ to do at home anyways.”
it was a weak excuse, but it always does the trick. you always relent and let him stay but not without throwing a look over your shoulder that screams “you’re acting strange.” because he was. hoshina, against his will, feels his lips being tugged into a frown whenever you interact with anyone that isn’t him.
that sounds very bad–it is bad in a sense–but hoshina would never dream of taking away your freedom. so he just watches, painfully by the sidelines, with a scoff on his face as another student from a rival school stammers to ask for your number. it was irritating, having to watch everyone throw themselves at you when you’re clearly uninterested.
“what the hell will happen if i’m not by yer side, captain.” hoshina jests as you pack up your stuff and lock the dojo.
“is this about earlier?” you ask with an amused lilt to your voice. “when the new student asked for my number?”
hoshina hated how you always aimed for the heart.
“i have no idea what yer talkin’ about,” he weakly tries to change the topic. hoshina racks his brain to think of something—anything—to help change the conversation, but his mind keeps circling back to you. how you almost looked serious when some guy–who was leagues below you by the way–had the gall to ask you out for a date.
“never took you for the jealous type.” you tease.
“it’s because ‘m not.” he said through gritted teeth, hands balling into small fists against his school bag. “‘m lookin’ out for ya, alright? that guy was a creep. i’m keepin’ yer ass safe from weirdos.”
you looked unconvinced but didn’t comment on his unusual aggressiveness. hoshina let out a frustrated sigh, a hand coming to ruffle your hair and pull just a tiny bit closer that would make everyone question your relationship. this was driving him crazy but he couldn’t do anything about it.
“‘m not jealous. get that over yer pretty little head.”
and until you both got on the train and went your separate ways to go home, hoshina soshiro never once let your hand drop to your side. he kept you impossibly close to his side and whispered sweet good lucks into your ear. body so comfortably lax in your presence he was slouching on the train seat so he could bury his nose in your hair.
hoshina soshiro was so unfathomably in love with you.
how could he not love you when you use your own heartbeat to calm his erratic one during every competition? when every hug has his mind spinning with gold and you. every victory is dedicated to your name, and no trophy or medal could ever compare to the feeling of running into your arms and drowning in your praise.
“i love you.” he mutters as you sleep peacefully on his shoulder on your way home. how many years has he been saying it before he lost count? it’s truly just a matter of when you’ll wake up and finally realize it yourself.
he feels the blood rush to his brain as he throws himself on his bed, unable to wipe the image of you smiling as if you had heard him.
Sam Winchester x Female Reader - No Y/N - Mostly fluff - Implied Smut - Talk of death
Summary: With all that's been going on in your and Sam's lives as hunters, you have to confess your worries to him; hoping he shares your concerns.
As you lay beneath the cream comforter, you can feel an arm coming from behind, wrapping around your bare waist. You didn't have to open your eyes to know who it was. "Mm, morning Sam" you grinned as you became aware of his toned chest pressed to your back. He leaned down to whisper in your ear, "Goodmorning beautiful", he planted a kiss on your jaw and returned to his previous position, head on your pillow rather than his own; he always seemed to make it over to your side of the bed by the morning, you didn't mind sharing though.
Every morning felt better than the last, you were excited to wake up each day and see Sam Winchester laying next to you. It didn't matter how long you two had been together, there would always be butterflies in your stomach when your sleepy eyes met his. You moved your hand up to intertwine with his, he reciprocated with a tight squeeze. Even though you were happier than you had ever been before, there was still something that constantly popped into your mind, making the butterflies turn into crows, pecking at your flesh, trying to gnaw their way out. You hadn't brought it up to Sam, it seemed a shame to ruin perfect moments, but every moment with him was perfect. Letting out a small sigh, you started, "Hey Sam-".
"What's wrong baby?" he sat up, hands still joined, and leaned over to see your face. "Nothing" You replied, not wanting to worry him. "It's just- have you ever thought about the future? I mean our future, what it will look like." you began to probe him, to see if you shared any of the same worries.
"Yeah, well I mean I think about it all the time. Do you?" he curiously asked, his brows furrowing.
"I do, I just wanted to know what you see when you think about it."
"Oh, well, hm..." he trailed off trying to think of the words. "I see us here in Kansas, in a nice house with a big backyard. A cat and maybe a dog-" You intererupted his sentance with a light chuckle. He knew you weren't really a dog person, but he had been trying to convert you. He continued, "Or no dog, just a cat" a tiny smirk emerged unto his face. "We're married and maybe have a kid or two. I work a boring mundane job in town, and our house has a huge office that you can use to write in. And theres a porch-swing out front, and every night we sit out, you wrapped in my arms, as I read to you while we drink tea."
You rolled over to face the man who had just spilled his heart out to you. Gazing in his eyes, you wanted nothing more than that life he had imagined for the both of you. But you were scared that you may never get it. He could see the sadness overcome your features. "Hey, hey, hey, what's wrong? Did I say something? We don't need a dog, or kids for that matter." he rambled.
"No, no it's not that. It's just-" you trailed off, not wanting to ruin this beautiful moment. Sam cupped your face with his large hands, giving you the puppy dog eyes that would coax anyone out of their deepest darkest secret. You began to explain, "Sometimes I just get worried. Worried that we're never gonna have that. That- that- I'm not gonna have that." He cocked his head to the side giving you a puzzled look. "I just mean- I love you baby, you know how much I love you. But the people that you love don't tend to make it out of this unscathed. I'm not afraid of dying, really I'm not. I'm afraid of leaving you."
His confused expression changed to sadness as he started to reply, "Sweetheart, I swear I will never let anything happen to you. I promise. I would die for you, you know that."
"I know Sam, but I don't want you to. I don't want either of us to die. That's the problem. I don't want to leave you but I also don't want to lose you. But with everything Chuck has done, it feels like it's inevitable. And it's selfish- I want you with me, I don't want to die and have you go fall in love with another girl. That's our house and our dog- that we can get, because I know how much you want one baby- but it's awful, I should want the best for you, right? I just want to make it through this so badly Sam, but I'm scared." you blurted out your speech that you had been holding in for months.
Sam grabbed you up into his arms and buried your face in his chest, holding the back of your head so you were as close as could be. He clung onto you like he never wanted to let go, and part of you was hoping that he wouldn't. "I'm scared too. I know I don't show it but I am. All I want is you, and I'll do whatever I have to to make it happen."
You were trying so hard to keep it together, but his words made you unravel, a few tears escaping. He pet your hair to try and calm you. He held you like that for a few minutes before you decided to pull away, wanting to read his face. He looked sad but resigned. He planted a kiss on your forehead, and as he pulled away you could see a lightbulb go off over his head. Sitting up, he reached over to his nightstand drawer, "Now, I was planning a more romantic evening to do this, but I think now is good too." he picked out a little black velvet box and turned back to face you. Sitting up, you felt like this was all a dream and maybe you had never woken up at all. "Sam- What is that?" You were not sure if you were imagining things. "Baby, I know that it's been tough and that things haven't really gone our way lately, but I know for certain that this is one thing that we can do right. So, will you do me the honour of marrying me?" he couldn't help but smile as the words escaped his mouth.
"Yes!" you yelled as you wrapped your arms around his neck, squeezing him tighter than he had been before. Holding him in the hug, you felt nothing but the good butterflies fluttering around. "Uh do you want to see the ring first?" He laughed out. Pulling back, you rolled your eyes at him, "It could be a ring pop for all I care."
Grinning ear to ear, he took the ring out of the box and placed it on your finger. You looked at it admiringly, it was beautiful, you never wanted to take it off. "It antique, from the late 1800's, it belonged to one of the first few women doctors here in America. She actually became a doctor after she was married, and her husband supported her decision and was proud of her."
"It's gorgeous, and the story is beautiful. It's perfect Sam, you're perfect." You planted a kiss on his lips before returning your gaze to the ring. It was a stunning gold band, with a perfectly cut ruby surrounded by little shiny diamonds. Sam knew you so well, he knew you didn't like most of the jewelry they make nowadays, and prefered something with a history. You couldn't believe it. You were engaged to Sam Winchester. Looking back at him, a devious look painted your face. You moved around in the bed to straddle his lap. Hands pressed to his chiseled chest, you left kisses up and down his neck. His hands were running all throughout your hair, then down your back. Your lips moved up to meet his as you joined in slow passionate movements. Fidgeting with your bra clasp, he managed to remove it quicker than usual, while your hands were making their way down to slide his boxers off.
Laying curled up around Sam, your head tucked under his chin, you took a peek at the alarm clock on his side of the room, realizing it was nearly 11am. "Wow, I don't think I've ever seen you in bed past 9!"
Sam scoffed. "Well I didn't sleep until 11, I still woke up early, I just- got distracted." he smiled at you, and you realized you had never seen him that happy before. "How's about we make some breakfast- or I guess brunch at this point?" you suggested.
"I'll go make us something, you can stay here." he offered. But you weren't having it, "Nuh-uh, I'm coming to help." you lept out of the bed and grabbed one of Sam's t-shirts out of the dresser, throwing it on and prancing out the door.
"Wait for me" you heard him call as you left the room. He caught up to you after he was dressed, grabbing your hand as you pulled him along to the main entry room of the bunker. There you were met with Dean, Cas, and Jack, sitting around the table. Dean and Cas were reading books, while Jack was fixated on Sam's Ipad, playing some game he found yesterday. You stopped in your tracks, making Sam nearly trample you. The three men looked up from their respective activities. "Hey guys" You couldn't help but grin like an idiot. "Someone looks happy" Dean pointed out.
"We have some news to tell you guys- we're engaged!" Sam blurted out, unable to contain his excitement. You threw your hand out to show the ring as proof of the event. All three boys jumped up and ran to give you both hugs and congratulations. Dean took a step back and formed another thought, "So that's what those happy noises were about, I just thought Sammy had learned to-" You cut Dean off with a playfull push on the shoulder and an eyeroll. "Enough Dean! And just so you know, Sammy does know how to-" This time Sam was cutting you off, "Whoah, Whoah, Whoah." He pulled you tight beside him, trying not to turn red.
"Wait- what does Sam know how to do?" Jack piped up. And all four of you adults suddenly remembered his real age. You tried to change the subject, "Oh nothing, we were just about to make some brunch, any takers?".
They all agreed enthusiastically, so you and Sam started towards the kitchen. "Come on, Fiance" you linger on the word, thinking of your future together that has already started.
✎ᝰ.ᐟ⋆⑅˚₊ TO BE LOVED BY AN ARTIST -- SAM WINCHESTER X READER
another cute and fluffy work from me ! it's a little blurb i wrote that i was inspired by from a personal work of mine :)) i hope you all like it and please let me know if you'd like a longer work for this <3
my requests are open ! :)
sam winchester x gn!reader (romantic)
summary: what is life like when sam falls in love with an artist ?
warnings: none !
word count: 266
sam dating an artist. sam loving an artist. having paintings dedicated to him, being the subject of their paintings, becoming their inspiration. watching as they focus intently on their current piece, their tongue sticking out of the corner of their mouth. the brush strokes against the canvas, so precise he wonders how their hand doesn’t shake. he watches them in awe, wondering how one person could create such beautiful works.
sam dating an artist. he asks them about certain techniques, listening intently to their explanations. he wonders about the paintings they created before they met him, wanting to know what inspired them before. what was their muse? what drove them? he wanted to know every detail, every part of the painting they created. their art was a window into their soul, and he wanted to know them, love them in their entirety.
sam dating an artist. them teaching him how to paint, sam laughing as his shaky brush strokes materialized on the canvas. they smile at his piece of art, proud of his first painting. though it was horrendous, they still hung it on the wall for everyone to see. “it’s art, sammy. your art. it’s beautiful,” they would say if sam tried to critique himself.
sam dating an artist. nearly every surface of their home has paint stains somewhere on it. their hands are covered in paint of every kind. at times, they even paint on their hands, testing colour combinations or new designs. sam letting them use his hands to paint on, smiling at the yellow flowers they just painted.
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