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yani's note ˖˙ ᰋ woohoo, double post !! might post again today, cause i feel like it. thank you to my luv, anon, for requesting this, hope i have written it to your expectations! (╥﹏╥). jeongin's next ;3. so many asks, i'm gonna be posting daily, please be patient hehe. comments, requests, asks likes and reblogs are always appreciated ! comment/ask if you want to be added to my mastertag ! happy reading <3

the dim lighting of the bedroom cast soft shadows over the minimalistic walls, the faint glow of moonlight spilling in through the window. it was quiet now, save for the occasional rustle of sheets and the low hum of the heater working to keep the chill of winter at bay.

seungmin knelt on the bed beside his girlfriend, his hands working meticulously at her shoulders, thumbs digging gently into the knots he was sure he'd caused. his brows were knit in concentration, his usually sharp eyes softened with guilt. he rarely ever got like this—serious, cautious, and so full of concern it made y/n want to burst out laughing again, but she bit her lip to hold it in. for now.

"you’re laughing in your head, aren’t you?" seungmin asked flatly, his voice low but laced with exasperation.

"no," she lied, her lips twitching as she bit back a giggle.

seungmin paused, fixing her with his trademark deadpan glare. "do you think i’m joking? i feel terrible, y/n. terrible." he exaggerated.

she turned her head slightly to glance at him, cheek smushed against the pillow. his fingers froze on her shoulder blades, a slight pout tugging at the corner of his lips. god, he was adorable. for someone who prided himself on being savage and composed, seungmin looked like a kicked puppy right now.

"min, you’re literally being ridiculous," she said, her voice brimming with amusement. "i told you i’m fine. i liked it."

his expression didn’t change. "i was too rough. you winced like…twice. that’s two times too many."

y/n rolled her eyes dramatically, flipping onto her back despite his protests of "stay still, i’m trying to help." she reached out to cup his cheek, her fingers warm against his skin. "first of all, i winced because i was overwhelmed, in a good way. secondly, you apologizing twenty-seven times is going to make me start keeping a tally."

seungmin blinked at her, his lips twitching into the faintest semblance of a smile before it disappeared again. "it’s not funny."

"it’s very funny," she teased, sticking out her tongue. "you’re being such a baby about this, it’s cute."

"..not cute," he retorted, his ears burning red as he avoided her gaze. his hands returned to her shoulders, his touch feather-light now, as if he feared breaking her. "you’re impossible."

"and you’re overthinking. i’m fine. actually, i’m better than fine—i had a great time. you’re just melodramatic," she quipped, letting her voice drop into mock-seriousness.

"melodramatic?" he echoed, scandalized, his hands pausing mid-massage. he tilted his head, narrowing his eyes at her. "that’s rich coming from you, miss ‘do you think my soul left my body just now?’."

y/n erupted into laughter, clutching her stomach as she replayed her own words from earlier in her head. "okay, fair, but in my defense, it did feel like that."

"right. that’s why i’m apologizing," seungmin muttered, shaking his head but unable to hide the upward curl of his lips this time.

she reached up to grab his hands, pulling him down to lay beside her. he came willingly but let out a small grunt of protest. "i’m not done—"

"you’re done," she interrupted, poking his cheek. "come here and stop worrying. it’s getting embarrassing."

"embarrassing," he repeated, tone dripping with mock disbelief. he turned onto his side to face her, propping his head up with his hand. "that’s it. i’m officially offended."

"oh no," she said dramatically, clasping her hands to her chest. "what will i do if the kim seungmin is offended? whatever shall i—"

he reached out to clamp a hand over her mouth, shaking his head. "y/n. stop. talking."

her muffled giggle turned into a full-blown laugh as she shoved his hand away, and he groaned, flopping back onto the bed. she turned to face him, their noses almost touching now. his sharp features softened in the dim light, his usually playful smirk replaced with something tender.

"seriously, though," he murmured, his voice quieter now. "i don’t want to hurt you. ever."

y/n felt her chest tighten at the sincerity in his tone. she reached up to trace the line of his jaw with her fingertips, her touch light but grounding. "i know," she whispered. "and you didn’t. i trust you, seung."

his eyes searched hers for a moment, as if looking for any sign of doubt, but all he found was the warmth and reassurance that she always gave him. he sighed, finally letting the tension seep out of his shoulders as he relaxed beside her.

"you’re so annoying," he muttered, but his lips quirked up at the corners.

"and you’re dramatic," she shot back, poking his chest.

for a moment, the room was filled with a comfortable silence. seungmin reached out, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her closer. he wasn’t usually one for skinship—he’d much rather tease her from across the room than cuddle—but moments like these, when the world was quiet and it was just the two of them, he let himself indulge.

"can we just agree that i was a little rough and move on?" he asked after a beat, his voice muffled as he buried his face in her hair.

y/n hummed thoughtfully. "mmm, no. i’m gonna milk this for at least another week."

"of course you are," he deadpanned, his fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on her back. "you’re lucky i love you."

"aw, you love me?" she teased, leaning back to look at him with a mischievous grin.

he rolled his eyes but didn’t deny it, his cheeks tinged pink. "don’t push it."

"too late." she leaned up to kiss his nose, her heart swelling at the way he scrunched it in response. "i love you too, you big softie."

seungmin groaned dramatically, but the small smile tugging at his lips betrayed him. "this is why i don’t do skinship. you get all weird and sappy."

"you don’t do skinship because you’re awkward," she shot back, grinning.

"not true," he argued, pulling her closer and holding her firmly against his chest. "i’m holding you right now, aren’t i?"

"true," she agreed, nuzzling into him. "maybe you’re not as awkward as i thought."

he let out a soft chuckle, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "don’t get used to it."

"too late," she whispered, her voice full of warmth.

and as seungmin held her close, the lingering worries from earlier finally faded away. because with her in his arms, laughing and teasing like always, he knew they were okay. better than okay. they were home.

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request. can i request yandere stray kids' reaction to you breaking up with them, at least trying to? if i can request something else as well, a general headcanon to the type of yanderes they each would be.

「 ୨୧ authors note 」 you asked for two things so i tried to combine them to , i hope you don’t mind !

﹙ 𐙚 : bangchan ﹚ .ᐟ

chan is a manipulative yandere; he knows how to flip a situation and make you seem like you’re in the wrong. “you want to leave?” he asks with disappointment leaking in his voice. “did i do something wrong?” he sounds hurt. “i just don’t think we’re gonna work out anymore , you’re too controlling.” he tries not to get mad, “controlling? is me wanting to protect you too controlling?” you cant answer him. “my friends don’t even want to hang out with me because you’re always there.” he complain. “i can’t even go out with out you.” chan is smart though, he knows how to gaslight you. “what happens when you go out? when you went clubbing and that guy tried to take advantage of you , your friends are just jealous , do they have boyfriend who want better for them? no.” he said. “I do this because I love you.” he said , you start to feel bad. “if you want to leave then i can’t stop you but just know everything i did for you.” by then you already feel like shit , how could you do this to him? you couldn’t leave him when he cared so much for you. “i-im sorry.” you held your head down in shame. “it’s my fault for listening to my friends.” you don’t even notice his menacing smile, cause he knew he had you once again.

“it okay , but you know i can’t just let this be.”

﹙ 𐙚 : lee know ﹚ .ᐟ

lee know is a unpredictable yandere; one minute he’s calm, the next minute he’s lashing out , throwing things and breaking them. “leave? sure you can go out for a few hours , be home by 9:30 — no leave for good.” he stops petting the cat , looking up at you. his gaze alone is enough to scare you into submission , but you stand your ground. “i want to leave for good.” he doesn’t say anything just stands up. “no.” he walks away. “no? you can’t stop me from leaving , let’s just end this before things get worse.” he’s calm and level headed , until you piss him off which is what this conversation was doing. “did you not hear what the fuck i said!” he shouted , slamming the plate down into the sink , shattering it. “minho I can’t do this!” you shouted back , but he grabs your shirt , pushing you against the wall. “you don’t get it do you? you aren’t leaving.” he says threateningly. “i will kill you before letting you go.” and you know he’s serious. “i-im sorry.”

“that’s better , now go feed the cats while i clean the mess you made up.”

﹙ 𐙚 : changbin ﹚ .ᐟ

you can’t leave him; you want to but he made it so you can’t. changbin will make it so you’re so dependent on him before you decide to end the relationship that you it’s too late when you want to call it quits. “where will you go?” he asks. “you don’t have a job, when’s the last time you paid a bill?” he’s so relaxed about the situation. “i can get one and i can pay my own bills.” you respond. “you’d forget to feed yourself if i didn’t cook for you, or buy you food don’t be stupid.” if that doesn’t work he’ll just scare you into staying; he won’t ever hit you… that being said he might not hit you but he will use physical strength to scare you ( think about that one video of him holding seungmin by his arms and wrist ). “please let me- listen here.” he squeezed the back of your neck. “ch-changbin please, do-don’t hurt me.”

“i wont hurt you , but you need to drop this shit and drop it now.”

﹙ 𐙚 : hyunjin ﹚ .ᐟ

hyune is confusing ; he doesn’t really see what he does is wrong; so what he doesn’t let you out? what’s the reason for you to go out there when he’s inside here. “i can’t do this anymore.” he’s just sitting there painting as usual , not really listening because you’re being ridiculous. “are you listening.” he turns to you. “are you done?” and you’re just in shock. “good , go sit down.” doesn’t truly believe you’d leave. “hyunjin i said im leaving, i can’t stand being in here anymore.” that’s when he drops his paintbrush. “i said go sit down.” when you walk towards the door is when he fully gets up. he’s not violent — unless he needs to be, so he will rough you up , grabbing you by your shirt , throwing you on the bed. “why can’t you just fucking listen?” he curses. “there’s nothing out there for you , you can’t get any better then here.” he says , throwing your bag of clothes in the closet. “if you get up again , throwing you to bed will be the least of your problems.”

“now sit there and be good, like i said the first time , i won’t tell you again.”

﹙ 𐙚 : jisung ﹚ .ᐟ

jisung is a unhinged manipulative yandere; and his entire life is revolves around you. you’re the reason he breathes every morning. so if you aren’t there, what’s the point? “jisung we have to end this, this isn’t safe for either of us.” you held a bag in your hand full of your stuff. “look at your arms and legs they’re all cut up.” he stared at you with tears in his eyes. “i did it to show you how much i love you, why don’t you understand i love you so much im willingly to kill myself for you.” you stopped him. “that’s the problem ji , you’re not well. he’ll cry — very loudly , cries likes he’s been stabbed because in his head he might as well have been. “no! you said you love me! if you leave me i’ll kill myself , i really will.” he goes immediately to the knife he’s hidden because you threw the rest out. “jisung where did you get that?” he doesn’t answer , just puts it to his throat.

“the moment you step out the door i’ll do it.”

﹙ 𐙚 : felix ﹚ .ᐟ

his obsession with you is too strong for him to let you go; even if his heart is telling him to, his brain is louder , he’s basically fighting himself and his brain is winning. “felix please let me go!” your legs were now tied to the bed , one arm connected to the bedpost as he tried to feed you. “im not hungry i want to leave!” you shouted , which made him flinch. “i-i can’t.” he says. “i know it’s wrong , you should be out there living life , but i just can’t.” he can’t let you leave him , he needs you. “I need you with me okay , i can’t breathe without you dove.” puts drugs in your food to keep you docile , he doesn’t want to hurt you , he’s probably the less dangerous one towards you at least. “im sorry please just drink some water.” you give in not thinking its drugged — until you involuntarily start to drift off. “fe-felix.” you can hear the sadness in his voice , he genuinely feel’s guilty. “im sorry, im so sorry.”

“i just love you so much i can’t let you go.”

﹙ 𐙚 : seungmin ﹚ .ᐟ

i have said this before; seungmin knows you’ll leave regardless if he forces you to stay or doesn’t ; not matter if he threatens you, hits you, whatever. so he lets you go, that’s fine go — but not without a cost , guess you finally decided you no longer wanted your friend alive… otherwise you wouldn't have made the stupid decision of leaving him. “what did you do?” you dropped your phone upon entering his house. he has lured you there calling you from your friends phone… the friend who was currently bleeding on the ground; beaten mercilessly. “why the fuck did you have a male friend anyway if not to be a whore , should’ve killed him months ago. literally doesn’t care if you’re crying. “don’t cry now , this is your fault.” he said. “told you , I won’t ever hurt you.” he said the knife bloody , pointed at you.

“but everyone else is free game , these are just flesh bags to me, they mean more to you than me.”

﹙ 𐙚 : jeongin ﹚ .ᐟ

jeongin is a yandere who likes to play games; you want to break up? go ahead and leave. when you do , he’ll actually leave you alone for a while , let you live your life, even let you get a new boyfriend. but that’s just cause he wants you to think he’s gone; give you that high; before the low. everything is so good — then suddenly you lose your job, so you have no income; then your boyfriend suddenly breaks up with you no warning. it’s like everything went to shit , and who is there to pick up all your broken pieces? well jeongin is there with open arms, ready for you to step right into them, but not without consequences. see that job you lost? jeongin called in a favor and got you fired. that boyfriend? well let’s just say jeongin sent a few photos of the both of you together and it was the end of that. “you see how i did all that.” he tells you after you sobbed in his arms after he told you what he did.

“i can make this much worse , don’t ever think of leaving me again.”

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☆ Genre: Domestic, fluff, suggestive

☆ Warnings: Aftercare, references to sex

☆ Characters: Chan, Y/N

☆ Word Count: 3.5k

“Stop laughing at me … “ Chan whined, though the largest of smiles shone on his flushed face. He placed his delicate hands over his ears that were now the colour of a very ripe pink pitaya. “Baby girl … I feel like my ears are gonna fall off.” 

His comment only made Y/N giggle even further. Her bare chest was pressed up against his with the comfort of familiarity flooding through them both as she sat in his lap, the both of their skin glowing with the aftermath of their passionate evening. The woman cupped his face, her eyes full of adoration as she gently ran her thumb over his cheek. 

“See what I mean?” Y/N laughed under her breath, marvelling at the intensity of the stark blush that spread across her husband's face. “How are you acting so shy and embarrassed now when you were just telling me you were gonna make me scre - “ 

“Stop,” Chan groaned, playfully bringing his arm up around her shoulder and pressing a hand over his wife's mouth. “Don't say it.” 

Y/N smiled mischievously, kissing his palm. “Scream,” she whispered. 

Chan bit his lower lip as another embarrassed smile cut through. He covered his steaming face with his hands before suddenly looking up again, a mischievous glint playing amongst the heart shaped stars in his eyes. “Are you seriously teasing me? You're the one who couldn't get enough … you literally wanted me to crush you with my entire body and now you're hiding your face into my neck … “ 

“Am not,” Y/N protested. Her voice was muffled as she dropped her face against his shoulder again, smiling against his skin. 

Her contradictory response made Chan burst into a fit of hushed chuckles. He tightened his arms around her waist and attempted to pull her closer to him as he dipped his head, pressing a flurry of tender kisses to her temple. 

“I just don't get it,” Y/N hummed lightly against his skin. “You're like … the sweetest, most gentle man ever. And then you do stuff like that, and say things like that … it's like you're two completely different people trapped in one really attractive body.” 

Chan snorted with embarrassed laughter, shaking his head at his wife's words.  

“I can't help it … “ Chan whined again, hiding his face against her hair. “I don't get it either. You just … you do something to me, baby girl.”

“What, do I bring the ‘dark side’ out of you?” Y/N lightly mocked him.

Her question caused an incomprehensible sound to escape his mouth. “I know I'm cringe, but come on.” 

“I like you being cringe,” Y/N hummed, smoothing her fingers over his burning cheeks. “It suits you for some reason.” 

Chan sighed. He shook his head again, his eyes softening more and more the longer he stared into her eyes. 

“I really love you,” Y/N whispered suddenly. She leaned forward, her forehead resting against his as she let her eyes fall shut. “I'm so lucky to have you.” 

Chan's breath hitched. His hands that were splayed on the lower portion of her back froze momentarily, and his mouth ran dry at the simple yet meaningfulness of her words. She could tell him the same words over and over again, and yet, they would never fail to make his heart soar higher than the clouds. 

“You're so beautiful,” Y/N continued in the quietest of murmurs, her hands soft as they smoothed over the contours of her husband's strong chest. “Like actually, so, so beautiful.” 

Chan's ears turned a deep shade of puce, and he opened his mouth to speak but his words broke off with a sudden bout of shyness. He looked down, biting his lip before looking up at his wife with a contagious smile. 

“I love you,” Chan breathed slowly, savouring the sweet depth of the words on his tongue. “You have no idea how lucky I am to have you, baby girl.” 

His lips were like silk when he tilted his head and brushed them against his wife's smile. The very tips of his eyelashes tickled her skin as he did so, and his nose bumped against hers in a way that made her smile further, her mouth kissing him back. She looped her arms around him and sank her fingers into the mussed curls of hair dancing along the nape of his neck, and her smile deepened when the man shifted position, his hands stronger on her waist.

“Come on … we should probably get cleaned up,” Chan laughed against her lips, his voice husky and sweet as he kissed her again. “You know … before we get carried away again.” 

“What, you can't handle it?” Y/N teased him in a whisper. Her eyes shone with a playfulness that made the man press his tongue up against the inside of his cheek. 

“Oh, you wanna play that game, baby girl?” Chan breathed, his tone making the woman shiver. “You really wanna take it there?” 

Y/N bit her lip, eyes sparkling up at him. “Maybe.” 

“Don't start what you can't finish, baby,” Chan grinned devilishly as he changed position; he was looming over his wife again, the shadow of his muscular body spilling onto Y/N's skin like lashings of melted chocolate. “You really want it? Prove it.” 

His words made the woman burst into mischievous laughter, though not before her own breath faltered at the slight edge to his provocative words. “You're insane.”

“Yeah, well, you make me insane,” Chan growled. He leaned down and captured her lips in a passionate kiss once more, his hands travelling to hers before entwining their fingers together. 

*☆*☆* 

“Is the temperature okay?” Chan asked Y/N gently as he trickled the water that was running in the bathtub over her forearm. “Not too hot, yeah?” 

“Not hot enough,” Y/N said in return. The water was already steaming considerably, and Chan stared at her with the funny look in his eye that he always used when it came to her obsession with hot water. 

“You're crazy, you know that right?” Chan asked with the shake of his head. But he opened the hot tap a little more anyway with a tender smile on his face. “Here … better?” 

Y/N smiled. She wrapped her arms around his bare waist and hugged him lightly as she rested her cheek against his back. “It's perfect. But now you're gonna find it too hot.”

“I’ll be fine,” Chan chuckled. “Kinda used to these overly hot baths with you by now … feeling like a boiled chicken just comes with our marriage, I guess.”

His comment made Y/N snorted with laughter. She slapped him on his back, the sound obnoxiously loud as it echoed off of the bathroom walls; it made the both of them burst into a fit of soft giggles, Chan turning around to hook his arms around her hips. 

“Behave,” he chuckled, stealing a tender kiss from her lips. “Or I'm not gonna make it bubbly.”

Y/N gasped at his words. It made him chuckle further, and he reached for the bottle of sweet bubble bath with a grin aimed at her. 

Chan was diligent in finishing up the rest of the bath. By the time he was done, a considerable mound of dense bubbles shimmered under the dim lighting - just the way his wife liked it. The warm aroma of vanilla and amber had covered the bathroom in a lingering hug, and Y/N couldn't help but shiver with anticipation, suddenly very much looking forward to sinking into the comfort of it all. 

Chan's grip on his wife's hand was gentle as she lowered herself with a content sigh into the hot water first. The man pressed a kiss to her temple before slipping in behind her; he pulled her back against his chest with his muscular arms settling around her waist, and the both of them exhaled in relief as the sudden surge of extreme warmth engulfed them. 

“Feeling okay?” Chan whispered against her ear, his fingers kissing the sides of her torso. “Need anything else?” 

Y/N's words were almost drunk-like when she replied. The immense heat and sweet scent from the water combined with the sturdiness of her husband enveloping her in his big arms was relaxing her a little too much. She shook her head, sinking further back into him so her head came to rest at the hollow of his throat, Chan peering down at her with his tender eyes. 

“It’s perfect … “ She drawled, struggling to keep her eyes open as she adjusted to the temperature. “Can't get over how you can't run a bath without bubbles anymore.” 

Chan's laughter was silent, his body shaking against hers. “Only because you like them.” 

“Don't lie to me, Christopher. You even have bubbles on the rare occasion that you have a bath on your own. I saw you last time … you were playing with a rubber duck.”

Her words made the man's laughter increase. He squeezed her tight, pressing a loving kiss to the side of her neck as his fingers continued to trace her skin beneath the water. “That rubber duck made the experience so much more fun, okay? I had to occupy myself somehow … you were busy.” 

“Just admit you like bubbles,” Y/N giggled, patting his thigh. “You won't lose your manly status.” 

Chan chuckled. “Fine. I like bubbles.” 

“Really? You don't say,” Y/N teased him.

He responded by moving his head to the side, leaning forward so he could plant an adoring kiss to Y/N's mouth. Y/N tilted her head up to meet him halfway, and she sighed against him when his fingers came up to cradle her jaw, his thumb soft against her cheek. 

When Chan finally pulled away after taking his wife's breath away, he slowly dropped his forehead against her damp shoulder. His arms became more secure around her waist, his muscles pulsing against her heated skin.

“You really have no idea how much I love you … “ Chan's voice was barely audible against her skin. But Y/N heard him regardless, her soul responding to his before her mouth could reply to his words. 

She shifted in the tub; turning around so she could sit on his lap, Y/N looped her arms around Chan's neck as his hands gripped her hips, steadying her with his grip. His smile grew in the softest way as she settled in her new position, her fingers smoothing over the taut muscles of his back. 

“You have no idea how much I love you either,” she whispered, lips grazing his with every word. “No amount of words could ever explain how I feel about you.” 

Chan's lips parted ever so slightly as he inhaled suddenly at her words. His eyes were dark and deep as they searched hers in the dim bathroom lighting, his hands soft as they ran up and down the line of her back. 

He was about to reply with a heartfelt whisper when Y/N suddenly scooped up a mound of bubbles; she promptly dumped them onto Chan's nose, the man's eyes widening slightly before he suddenly sneezed, the bubbles flying off with the force of a bubble gun.

Cracking up with laughter, Y/N placed her hands on her husband's shoulders for support so she wouldn't slide off. Her entire body shook with mirth as Chris stared at her, his own mouth home to a breathtaking smile that made her heart turn upside down.

She squealed a moment later when Chan dumped a fistful of the bubbles onto her forehead; they slid down slowly and plopped onto her nose, and she too couldn't stop the sneeze that escaped her.

Chan's laughter was a sweet symphony around her as his hands tightened on her body, holding her in place. He leaned forward and captured her lips with a more passionate kiss once again, and the woman responded by pressing herself up against him, her chest rising and falling with adrenaline.

“You're unbelievable,” Chan chuckled, his breath hot against her lips. 

“I know,” she replied. It made him giggle further, and his arms cocooned her further as his lips caught hers again.

Chan's hands were soft and warm and full of affection as they roamed up and down Y/N's skin, his fingers making her shiver when they traced the groove in the middle of her back. There was a constant smile kissing his mouth as he nuzzled his face against her temple, Y/N's face resting against the crook of Chan's neck with her own hands tracing the patterns of his muscular chest.

Once the water had turned a tepid mass of sad dissolving bubbles, the couple finally heaved themselves reluctantly out of the bath. Chan retrieved one of the fuzzy grey towels from the rack beside them, and he immediately wrapped it around his wife with a soft smile playing on his lips. He was gentle with his task, dabbing down her body with the material before tucking the ends into each other. He made to reach for the second towel, but Y/N got there first, and the man flushed as she did the exact same thing to him.

“Your ears are red again,” Y/N pointed out the obvious as she patted down his torso. 

Chan bit his lip. “The water was hot.”

“The water was hot ages ago, Mr,” Y/N giggled, securing the towel around his hips. “Look at you … Mr Shy Guy striking for the … what, fourteenth time in the past hour?” 

“Oi,” Chan laughed, reaching out to pull her closer. He kissed her forehead subtly, the heat radiating off of him making Y/N's body shiver with goosebumps. “Come on … Mr Shy Guy is cold.” 

They made their way into their bedroom again, the familiar cosiness of the room wrapping them both in delicious warmth as they stepped towards the wardrobe. Chris paused at his section, and he peered over his shoulder at his wife. “Are you actually even sleepy?” 

Y/N shook her head. It was past eleven - but truthfully, she hadn't a single tired cell in her body. “Are you?” 

“Nah,” Chan chuckled. He pushed a few of his clothes aside before hunting for the garment he had in mind. “Was just asking so I know whether to dress or not. Here - catch.” 

He lightly tossed a black hoodie across to his wife, the material heavy and chilly against the woman's fingers. It smelled just like him, and Y/N smiled in delight as she hugged the fabric to herself, her cheek rubbing against it. 

“Hmm … shorts or sweats?” Chan asked her, voice muffled as he stuck his head into his assortment of clothes again. “Or nothing?” 

Y/N couldn't help but giggle. She dropped the towel from her body and slipped his hoodie over her head, shivering at the low temperature of it kissing her skin. The hem of the hoodie landed at the middle of her thighs, and she rummaged around in her own section before retrieving a pair of baby pink shorts that made her husband burst into adoring chuckles. “These!” 

“Perfect,” Chan grinned, reaching for another hoodie. He slipped it over his own shoulders before jumping into a pair of boxers, and after collecting their discarded towels, Chan couldn't help but rush to his wife with another large hug. 

“You're so cosy … “ Chan hummed, his hands holding her softly as he rubbed his frizzy curls against her shoulder. 

Y/N laughed quietly, wrapping her arms around his neck and inhaling the gentle vanilla that lingered on his smooth skin. “So are you.” 

“You know what would be even cosier?” Chan hummed, pulling away so he could look her in her eyes. 

Y/N tilted her head to the side in question.

“Hot chocolate!” Chan exclaimed excitedly. He pressed a soft kiss to Y/N's forehead before slipping his hand into hers with his reassuring grip, and Y/N giggled as she followed him out of the room.

They found themselves illuminated by the gentle golden glow of their kitchen, shadows dancing with them as they traipsed around the place with light footsteps and strings of laughter following them. Suddenly feeling extremely vulnerable as she stood by her husband's side, Y/N locked her arms around Chan's torso and smushed her cheek against his broad back as he spooned hot chocolate mix into their mugs. He chuckled at the way she landed the tenderest of kisses to his hoodie, and his ears soon turned the colour of red chilli peppers with the prolonged affection.

“You're so cute, baby girl,” Chan hummed, his voice buzzing against Y/N's face. “Wanna go sit on the sofa? I'll bring these over.”

Y/N shook her head against him. She squeezed him even tighter, making the man laugh a little more as he turned around in the circle of her arms and cupped her face in his hands. “Wanna stay with you.” 

Chan grinned. His nose was heated and pink as it bumped against hers, and he kissed her forehead, then her nose, and her cheeks, before closing his plushness over her lips with loving caress. 

He then turned around against so he could finish making their drinks, leaving Y/N blushing and her lips all tingly as she buried her face into his back. 

Once Chan had curled his hands around the two mugs, Y/N reluctantly let go of him. She followed him to the sofa where he set the mugs down on the coffee table before sinking into the sofa, his arms immediately held out for her with a wide grin on his face. 

Y/N melted into him, her arms returning around his waist. She cuddled up to him as Chan wrapped her legs around her, his hands deftly pulling up their favourite blanket around her shoulders before he closed his own arms around her shoulders, his kisses landing on the top of her head. He smiled as he looked down at her huddled up against his chest, and not for the first time did Chan's heart leap with joy at the knowledge that she was all his, and that she loved him just as much as he loved her. 

“So warm … “ Y/N sighed, her head tucked under Chan's chin. “I feel like I'm gonna fall asleep.”

Chan started to laugh under his breath. He smoothed his hand over the back of Y/N's head, his other hand moving with utmost care along the planes of her shoulders. “Thought you weren't tired?”

“I wasn't,” Y/N murmured, a sleepy smile growing across her flushed face. “But … being like this with you holding me is making me so relaxed and sleepy.” 

His grin widening, Chan couldn't resist pulling her even closer. His arms were secure and muscular around her, and he enveloped her completely in the safety of his brace as he nuzzled his nose against hers. “I kinda feel the same.” 

Y/N giggled against him. She looked into his eyes a mere inch away from hers, and the soft brown of them filled her with such peace in that moment that she was suddenly unsure how long she'd be able to stay awake before passing out with her face buried in her husband's neck. 

Chan smiled, his hand coming up to cup Y/N's face, his thumb caressing her cheekbone before running lightly over her lower lip in a way that left goosebumps in his wake. “Let's just drink the hot chocolate and then we can go to bed, hmm?” 

Y/N nodded eagerly at his plan. “Should have forgotten the clothes.” 

Her words made the man chuckle quietly against her. “Mmm … I like your thinking.” 

With sluggish, blurred movements, Y/N finished her hot chocolate with drooping eyes. The warmth of her husband wrapped around her with the warmth of the beverage flooding through her was a recipe for disaster; she was half asleep when Chan secured his arms around her and carried her to their bed, his hands gentle as he removed the both of their clothes before sliding under the sheets beside her. 

Chan brought her down on top of him, cradling her head against his bare chest as his other hand went to rest at her waist. He peered down at her, softly smoothing her hair away from her forehead as he kissed her temple. 

“You feeling okay, baby girl?” He asked her in a breathy whisper. “No aches or pains, right?” 

Y/N shook her head slowly against his skin. “Not really. Maybe a little bit. Normal amount.” 

Chan responded by kissing her even more, his smile evident against the warmth of her cheek as his hand against her hip began to move. The palm of his hand was smooth over her lower back, and the pads of his fingers gently pressed into her muscle with a massaging touch. 

Y/N shifted on top of him, her arms tightening around his body. He was whispering soft things to her as his hands worked their magic into her back and her scalp, and after hearing the quietest of ‘I love you's from her husband, Y/N promptly fell asleep.

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Rather be your whore than a noble man’s wife.

A/N : I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately… this wasn’t based on anything in particular and is definitely not historically accurate, this is just another universe LOL!

Warning : brief mention of SA, mentions of whores, homophobia (not by any of the characters, just mentioned in a backstory!), giving head (female receiving), tiny hint of overstimulation, almost caught in the act, probably forgot something lol ! NOT PROOFREAD !!!

(Pirate) Han Jisung x (afab) Reader

Summary : After being captured by a gang of bandits you get saved by a mysterious man called Jisung, what you don’t know is that he is in fact something your parents always warned you for, a pirate.

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“Stay away from me!”

“Wow wow wow little lady, relax. I’m not going to harm you” the man in front of you said with his hands up in the air in surrender despite the small yet devilishly sharp knife still laid between his thumb and index finger.

“Do you want my help or not?” He asked, raising a brow as he looked at you up and down.

“I’ve got everything under control, thank you very much” you spat back, sighing deeply as you try to once again squirm out of the tight robe that was around your body and hands.

Everything was in fact not under control. There you were, bound to the pole, hands tied behind your back and hair stuck to your face with the sweat from your forehead, breathing heavy with your dress half cut up by the bandits who took you capture. Despite their desperate tries you had manage to keep them away from you enough for them to not take it further than some disgusting groping and touched here and there. However despite your deadly looks you shot their way it couldn’t take away the looks of desire they shot in your direction as another one tried to cut off a button of your blouse…

The aggravating man who had jumped on board of the ship all cocky started to whistle as he sat up on the edge of the boat, carelessly taking the knife and removed some dirt under his finger nails. “Just let me know when you need my help, missy” he sung, acting all nonchalantly as if he wasn’t also on a bandit ship, all alone against the 30 men that could show up any second. Not that you had any hope that he would survive one of the men for that matter. They were all buff, scary with scars everywhere, you could tell they were up to no good. This guy? He was skinny, lanky built, curly brown hair and despite his aura feeling like he would be a big man… he was quite a short guy.

“Fine, just get me out of here before they come back” you mutter, the guy looking up at you, stopping mid-through the melody he was whistling. Then he shook his head and his lips left a few of tsk tsk tsk to show his displeasure. “What sort of lady are you? Not even a simple please? I’ve met whores down at the red district with more charm and politeness than you” he stated and rose a brow. That awful awful cockiness would drive you mad but you were desperate.

“Please can you help me out of these fucking ropes? I’m not planning on becoming these bandits slave or sex toy” you state, earning a pleased smirk by the mysterious guy who by ease jumped down from the edge and walked up to you. He then easily cut off the rope using the knife before he put it back into the holder in his belt.

“There we go, now I suggest we leave before those idiots come back” he says, a smug smile on his lips. Within a second you had stepped away from the damn pole, singing deeply as you rubbed your previously tied up wrists with your hands to ease the irritation that the rope had caused. “Thanks” you sigh, walking over to the edge and looked out at the dock, multiple ships stood there and you could hear the muffled sounds of parties and people if you looked out to the town ahead of you… “where even are we?” You sigh, not sure where they had taken you, surely from the accent of the man it was far away from your home…

“Welcome to Incheon city, ma’am! The place filled with dreams, nightmares, whores, pirates and a great amount of cheap alcohol” the man burst out, now somehow standing on the edge walking around as if it wasn’t a 10 meter drop down to the ice cold water below. “Oh fuck! I’m Jisung, by the way, Han Jisung” he added. “It’s nice to meet you, what’s your name?” He asked proudly.

You were about to answer when you heard a voice behind you.

“She has escaped!” A roaring man’s voice yelled as he had climbed up the ladder on the other side. You remembered that man very well, after all he had tried to fuck you at least seven times since your capture a few days ago. Along with him came 4 others, you look back at Jisung with panicked eyes, but you were met by a pair of awfully calm ones. He let out a sigh in displeasure, almost as if he thought the whole ordeal were just bothersome.

“Alright boys, let’s say after me” Jisung started, grabbing one of the robes that the bandits used to climb up to the watch tower. “If you are despite to get a quick fuck, go to a whore house, not kidnap someone” he then continued, cutting the rope off with the knife he had previously used on the ropes that had you tied up. Then before the men could reach you he swung in the rope, using his legs and made 2 of the men fall to the ground in a loud groan. That’s when he grabbed both of the men’s revolvers, tossing one of them to you, which you catch in pure panic. Looking at the man, he easily got all men on the floor, despise them being twice his weight. “Close those pretty eyes for me, pretty lady” Jisung instructed, as if it was an instinct you did exactly like he said and as soon as your eyelids had fallen down so all you saw was darkness the ship echoed with a shot, another another, another and-

“All done, missy” a voice said, opening your eyes you saw the men’s lifeless bodies on the wooden floor, blood painting the deck that poured out of their head. It wasn’t the first time you had ever encountered a dead body before but it was certainly the first time seeing so much blood at the same time, despite being outside you swore you could smell the stench of iron in the red dark liquid ahead of you. Jisung however didn’t give you the luxury to take in the scene for more than a few second, he had other plans. He grabbed the rope he had used before and swung in it, grabbing your waist as you let out a screech, holding onto him with all dear might. You were certain you’d fall straight into the ice cold water below but before you could think twice you felt your feet hit a steady familiar sensation. You open your eyes you had no clue that you even closed in the first place and there you were, still holding onto the man with all your might but standing on the ground below…

“We should leave before more men come back and notice the tiny little mess I caused on their ship” he stated, you realise how damn close he was to your body… your heart beating fast in your chest, perhaps it was the adrenaline of being rescued or seeing the dead bodies that flooded through you, perhaps it was for the fact that this bold man had laid his hands on you and it wasn’t for the wrong intentions, at least that’s what you thought it was?

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The music was loud, people chit chattering even louder, women with dresses that enhances the chest area was practically fucking some men in the corners. But after what you went through? The dodgy bar that Jisung took you to was a luxury hotel from what you had been dealing with capture at that ship…

You get snapped out of your thoughts with about bang, in front of you stood now a large pint of beer, fizzing and foaming up to the edges. Jisung then sat down and took a large chunk of his own pint he still held in his hand. “There we go, don’t worry, the beer is on me. I figured you’d need it after that whole experience. I doubt those shitheads knows how to feed a lady” he stated, chuckling a bit, using the other chair next to him as a stand for his feet as he let out a groan in relief. “Now, what was that name of yours? I didn’t get catch it last time”

“My name?”

“Your name”

“Oh, right. It’s Y/N, Y/L/N Y/N” you whispered. When you said your surname you saw how Jisung choked on his beer, almost spitting it out again in shock. He hit his chest repeatedly until the beer had gone down the right pipe again.

“Fucking hell? As in the Y/L/N-clan? You’re their daughter? You’re a fucking high class noble woman! How the fuck did you end up captured by them then? Isn’t that miles and miles away?” He asked. Looking at you with huge eyes, the foam of the beer had given him a light moustache. You let out a slight giggle from the look on his face, then you take a big chunk of your own beer.

“I ran away, they set you marry me away 4 days ago, that night I couldn’t take it, I hated that old man they set me up with, he was at least three times my age but the wallet weight more than my family’s love for me I suppose. What I didn’t calculate for was that I’d be captured in the middle of the night by those men who had no idea who I was, so they said they’d keep me as their whore, slave or both. I sailed stuck to that pole until this evening, so thank you for saving me, I wish I could repay you but I don’t have anything of worth on me” you whispered, feeling a flood of guilt flush over you, he had saved your life and you couldn’t even repay him?

“I’m not asking for a payment, Y/N. I saved you because I felt like it, not from the goodness of my heart, not from whatever your noble brain can come up with, I saved you because I was bored and saw you on their deck. Alright? No need to pay me” he stated. Crossing his feet over the other on the chair next to him.

“But there must be something-“

“Enough. I don’t need anything I promise, we’re alright” he said quickly. Looking directly into your eyes. You could feel your heart beat faster again… it could possibly not be adrenaline now, right? For sure he is handsome, but is he even your type? Do you even have a type?

“So what will happen with you now? I’d say get a new dress is your first option, you can’t walk around with your tits almost hung out unless you want someone to accuse you for being a whore” Jisung stated, which made your cheeks flush in embarrassment. You quickly tried to gather the material that was left from what the men had cut off, looking down at your ripped and ruined clothings...

“I have no money and nowhere to go, but do not worry about me, I’ll find a way” I say calmly, smiling in a reassuring manner, even if you were terrified. When you had ran away from home you had no plan, you just knew you had to get out of there before it was too late…

“I may have an old dress or two for you to get, neither of my mates will mind, it’s not like they walk around in a skirt ever..”

“Your mates?”

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Your chest was beating faster than ever, you felt like you’d pass out any moment…

“You’re a pirate?”

Your entire life your parents had warned you about the pirates that hunted the seven seas. They took what they wanted, murdered, fucked the women and ran off, your father had always said if you ever had the displease of coming a cross a pirate run away and don’t look back before you call the local sheriff. Perhaps if you had heard about this before he rescued you, you’d agree to your father’s words but now? Especially after spending a couple hours with the man you had come to quite enjoy his company. A sexy man who seemed charming enough with perhaps a bit too big of an ego than you’d like, how could he be such a criminal? Being a pirate is a death sentence if you get caught, you won’t even get a trial? Why would this man choose this path of life?

“What did you expect?” Jisung asked in an amused tone as he practically carried you up the rope to his ship, placing you down on the edge of the ships railing, letting you sit there as he climbed on the other side and then carried you bridal style over to the deck where he sat you down carefully.

“I thought you-“

“Were a man of honour and prosperity? Ma’am you’ve come to the wrong place if you’re looking for a hero or a good man” he stated as he fumbled up a key that was hooked on a piece of string around his neck underneath his shirt. He then unlocked the giant trap door leading to the inside of the ship. You both climb down there, you were met by the stench of rum and seawater which made you make a slight grimace.

“We should have some women’s clothing down here from when we raided this noble family all the way in Busan. Like fuck you should have seen those dumb posh faces when-“ he stopped himself, realising that you may take offence by his harsh words about the upper class since he now knew you were upper class as well. “Sorry..”

“No offence taken. To be quite frank, there is a reason I left that place, no money in the world could make me feel happy in that hell. I may have lived in a mansion but that mansion was a jail impossible to break out of in my eyes” you say, sighing deeply as you start to look around through bits and bobs that was scattered around the room. “To be honest I’m envying you. You’re free, away from responsibilities, marriage, birthing children, preferably sons and don’t even get me started on the dreadful gatherings, all the noble ladies wanted to speak about was money of men. I’m tired of it..” you say, slowly turning to a desk with a bunch of documents and paper on it, on the top of a shelf that stood right above the desk was a picture in a frame of 8 young men next to the very ship they were in right now, you could easily pick out where Jisung were despite the low resolution of the picture, with his arm around one of the other guys with a huge smile on his mouth.

“That’s my crew, you see the one with the hat is our leader, or captain, Chan is his name. It started when him and I met all the way in Australia where we stole this glory out of some poor bastard who used it for the queens guards, we decorated it and then before we could leave Australia we met this poor bloke called Felix who joined us” Jisung explained, then pointing at a guy with long bright hair who was winking with one eye. “He already had a huge penny on his head at home after his father found out he was a homosexual, we took him in, we don’t give a fuck who he sticks his dick inside, he is our brother nonetheless” he stated.

“That’s very beautiful if you ask me. You claim to be a bad person but a bad person wouldn’t do that” you explained slowly, looking at him, realising he stood right behind you, with his head almost hanging over your shoulder so that he also could view the old frame, you slowly chew on the inside of your cheek… he really was handsome for a pirate… Han clear his throat before he continues, slowly feeling a bit unease by her words, why would a lady like her truly find him, a criminal, that good?

“Well we figured as we were going to be pirates we already would have a straight way to the gallons if caught, adding hiding a gay man on the list didn’t seem too bad” Jisung stated, looking at you for a few seconds before his eyes quickly turn to the picture again.

“And that’s Seungmin and Jeongin, we met them finally enough at that raid in Busan, they joined us quickly, they’re young but extremely fun and always tells the best stories when we are up late at night around a campfire” he explains with a slight smile. “Oh and that’s Changbin, Hyunjin and Minho. Minho is second captain after Chan, he is also the head cook, probably the only one of us that can actually cook well. Changbin is also the fastest at climbing ropes you’ll ever see! I swear we have accused him of being a witch at least fourteen times!” He explained, smiling at himself as he thought of his dear friends. “And a little secret, we are fairly sure that Felix has had sex with Hyunjin before, we don’t know when but there is something with the way they act…However, whenever we try to get some information out of them they bulge, what a dumb bunch for thinking we’d judge them” he explained and laughed. “They’re all dumb but… they’re the only family I have left”

“Where are they now then?” You ask, realising you hadn’t even seen a trace of any of the said men since you entered the ship.

“Oh they’re in town, probably getting fucked up with all the alcohol, that was my plan too until… yeah” Jisung admitted. “I’m sorry for ruining your plans, Jisung” you sigh as you quickly turn around, face as close as it could be without touching from each other, his eyes looking almost black in front of you due to the lack of light in there… your heart racing faster and faster, he was dangerously close to you, with one hand resting on the shelf behind you, trapping you between the desk and his body…

“Trust me… I’m glad I had my plans changed, otherwise I wouldn’t have had the pleasure of meeting you” Jisung whisper, you can feel his breath against your skin, keeping you eyes at him you slowly placed one hand on his chest that was slightly exposed due to the buttons he had unbuttoned. You swore you could see a slight smirk on his lips perk up. You could feel his hand that wasn’t against the shelf behind you travel to your lower back in a firm get gentle grip.

Before you could even think of what you were doing, you kissed him. You didn’t know what went through your head fuck you liked it. You could taste the beer you had previously had in your mouth as the kiss progressed, deepening and becoming more rough as you became familiar with each other. He hadn’t even questioned it as he had kissed you back the moment your lips met his.

The kiss was hot, breathy, yet you felt more relaxed with this man than you had ever done with a man at home. You felt how his hand that was on the shelf met your hip on the opposite side as the other before he easily lift up up and placed your ass on the table behind you. Then for a moment he broke the kiss before his mouth traveled along your mouth down to your neck and collarbone. You let a moan slip through your lips, the only sound echoing through the walls was the sounds of your heavy breaths along with whatever sound the sea could make from the shore.

His mouth leads its way back to yours, unable to stay away from it for too long. You let your tongue run over his bottom lip and he opens his mouth for you. When you feel his tongue meet yours, blistering electricity shocks down your spine in pure lust. You kiss him harder, his tongue mapping out every inch of yours as if he is in search of the lost treasure in there. He pulls your legs apart so he can stand right between them, feeling his body pressed against yours. You let his hands roam your body, then as he grabs some of the poor material that still held your chest in decent coverage and you hear a loud skrratch. That fucker tore it! As if it was barely anything to tore anyways… his hands cupped your breasts, breathing heavy into your mouth. His hands was fucking cold, but oh it felt so good. He then stop kissing you for a moment, looking into your eyes as both tried to desperately catch your breaths. The tension was electrifying.

“Can I fuck you?” He ask out of the blue after a few seconds of being silence.

As the words left his mouth it took you by a surprise, asking that question when your tits was already free for him when you had willingly had him like this. Almost a comedic moment and a rather funny timing on his part. Instead of answering you grabbed his shirt, giving him a wet kiss on the mouth. He took that sentence as a yes.

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You had never met a pirate before, let alone fucked one. But there you were. He had somehow managed to move you from the desk to the floor. His shirt tossed somewhere along the way along with his trousers. Your upper part of the dress torn a long time ago but your long skirt still intact, him? He was under your skirt between your legs, licking long stripes on your pussy, holding his strong hands around your thighs, partly for keeping you from closing them around him, partly because himself needed something to hold on to.

Your moans echoed through the room, your legs trembling as you covered your upper part of the face with your hand, moaning louder. His mouth doing wonders down there as you were slowly feeling like you’ll reach your peak any moment now.

“I’m gonna cum, Jisung” you breathe out, heavy breaths making it almost impossible for you to say a full sentence.

“Then cum for me, darling” he growled from under your skirt, a loud slap echoed as you felt his hand slap ass. That slap was almost like the last thing you needed, you felt the knotting feeling in your lower stomach build up to the point where it overflow. You let out a breath of pleasure as you came, breathing heavy as you tried to catch your breath. You felt how Jisung kept licking up every single drop of you, feeling your legs turn into jelly as you tried to catch your high along with handling the overstimulation happening.

That’s when you heard it…

“Why is it unlocked?”

“I don’t know”

Then you heard a click, they’re loading their revolver…

Jisung knew that voice extremely well, so the panic arose even faster. He quickly got out of your skirt, his lips glossy from your fluids. “Fuck fuck fuck” he whispered, trying to gather his clothes.

“Guys it’s just me” he yelled, hoping if they were faster than him it would lead to at least them not being shot. That’s when he also tossed one of the dresses he promised you your way, quickly trying to put on his trousers. You act fast as well, doing everything in your power to get the damn dress on and you threw the old dress into a pile of hay in the corner. If you had more time to think perhaps it would be more melodramatic, throwing away the last piece of your old life as if it was nothing. But now? You had no time to think.

You signalled to the halfway dressed man to help you with the zipper in the back. Jisung went right into action, rushing over to you, managing with a trembling hand to get the zipper up right in time for…

“Who’s that?” A voice Said, you remembered him from the picture, that’s Chan, the captain.

“Oh!” Jisung said, clearing his throat, quickly wiping his mouth from whatever excess that was left from you. “This is Miss Y/N. I.. I- uh-“ Jisung said in panic, not sure how to explain to his captain what the fuck he had been doing down here. “I-I was lending her one of our dresses, it’s not like we use them right? I accidentally ruined hers by dropping beer on it” he lies, giving the captain a half sided smile. “But now as you can see she is in the dress so I’ll just go ahead and help her off the ship, thanks” he said and practically pushed you up the ladder to the deck of the ship, leaving the confused captain to wonder what the hell he just witnessed.

“D-Do I really have to go?” You ask slowly, looking at him under the moonlight, a light breeze making his hair blow in the wind… you felt a lump in your stomach again, not like last time, this time you knew… you didn’t wanna leave him.

“W-Well we sail at dawn and perhaps you should find a new place to stay and-“

“Can’t I stay with you?”

“Y/N… I can’t ask that of you? You’ll become a criminal, a whore in the eye of law?” He say, his eyes giving such soft look yet so much pain behind them at the idea of you perhaps leaving for good… you slowly walk up to him, placing one hand on his cheek, making him look at you… he had shown you more humanity, more freedom and lust within these few hours you’d known him than anyone else… you knew you had to stay here…

“I rather be your whore than a noble man’s wife” you whisper, looking into his eyes, seeing how the pain in his eyes flood away and replace with happiness as he grabs your waist, lifts you up and spin you two around, letting out a loud laugh of happiness. You let out a screech and held onto his shoulders tightly as he spun you in case he would drop you, not that he ever would… As he sit you down again he remove his hands form your waits and cups your cheeks like you cupped his a moment ago, placing a couple chaste kisses on your mouth.

“Oh this is” kiss “going to be” kiss kiss “fucking great!” Kiss kiss kiss “I’ll show you the world, I’ll show you what real freedom is”

You couldn’t answer before you heard a voice. You look over at the trapdoor where Chans head stuck out, he held up the dress from the haystack between two fingers.

“Uh, guys? I thought you said it had beer on it, not that you ripped it apart..”

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when the bed gave up on life (maknae line)

ot8 reactions | bf!skz x reader au genre: crack | light smut warnings: language | suggestive content hyung line | ✧ maknae line

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He had you face down, ass up, back arched perfectly. You’re screaming. He’s moaning. The mattress is fighting for its life. “Fuckfuck-you’re so good,” he gasps, hair sticking to his forehead. He grabs your hips and snaps his hips forward. “You feel like-like-ugh, fuck, baby-” CREAACKK. SNAP. THUD. The entire bottom half of the bed collapses. Your stomach hits the mattress, knees slide off the edge, and Jisung goes down dramatically. Silence. Then: “…BABE?!” You gasp “DID WE JUST-” He flails from behind you. “OH MY GOD I THINK WE BROKE THE FUCKING BED!" "YOU THINK ?!" He scrambles off you, tripping over a pillow "are you okay?! Did I kill your knee?! Did I paralyze you?!" You rub your bruised hip but also you’re laughing so hard you can’t breathe. “I think my spine just spoke Latin.” He sighs and sits up dramatically, sheets tangled around his waist looking like a depressed roman emperor. “THIS BED HAS JEALOUSY ENERGY. SHE COULDN’T HANDLE OUR LOVE.” “...I can’t believe we just broke a bed mid sex.” “I can. We were too powerful. It was me. I did that. With dick.” "Please shut up forever" --- You crawl off the wreckage. He flops back down like he’s in mourning. “You good?” you ask “I just need to lie here. Think about what I had. What I lost. What I could’ve finished.” “Babe. We’re naked on a diagonal mattress.” “I’M A CASUALTY OF PASSION”

felix

You’re on top, hips rolling slow, breath warm against his neck. Felix is gripping your waist, voice already wrecked. “Just like that, angel... fuck, you feel so good,” he breathes, lips brushing your collarbone. You moan softly, head spinning, thighs starting to shake. He pants, “You’re making me crazy... keep going, don’t stop-” CREEEAAKK. CRACK. SNAP. The mattress tilts. You both slide—fully connected—into the corner of the bed frame. Felix lets out the most Australian panic gasp of his life “OH-OH MY GOD” “WHAT JUST-” The bed’s gone. It’s gone. The leg’s bent inward like it lost a fight. A screw rolls past your hand like an insult. Felix blinks up at you, still pinned underneath. Wide eyed. Dazed. “…Did we just... break the bed?” You nod slowly, dazed. “Yeah. Yeah we did.” He covers his face with both hands. “I WAS JUST TRYING TO BE ROMANTIC.” You laugh. “We were LITERALLY just grinding. How did we collapse it?!” “I DON’T KNOW BABY, I’M SMALL. I DIDN’T THINK I HAD THAT IN ME.” He sits up carefully, looking around at the wreckage.. Then he immediately cups your face. “Are you okay?? Did I squish you?? Do you need ice?? Or a hug?? Or like… a new mattress??” You’re cry laughing. “Felix your face-” “I THOUGHT I WAS BEING SOFT.” “You were being something.” He buries his face in your chest. “I’m going to cry.” --- Later, you’re lying on the now-floor mattress, still tangled. He looks at you, blushing “Do we… tell the others?” “No. We lie.” Felix sighs. “Okay. But if they find screws, I’m blaming your thighs.” You raise a brow. “My thighs?!” “YES. You were squeezing. You were strong. I was just an innocent man in love.”

seungmin

“You’re moving too much.” “I’m literally on top of you.” “I know. You’re riding me like I owe you rent and this bed was made in 2018.” You roll your eyes and grind harder. Seungmin groans, arms behind his head, jaw clenched. “Shit—okay—fine—do what you want—just don’t blame me when we die.” The mattress creaks. Wobbles. You’re bouncing now, thighs burning, hair clinging to your forehead. Seungmin’s watching you with that look... half-lidded, breathless, deeply unimpressed by how much he's enjoying this. “God you’re insane” he mutters. “You’re gonna send me to church.” “Shut up and tak—” CREEAAKK SNAP. FULL. BED. COLLAPSE. The right side caves in like karma. The mattress slants violently. You fall forward. He slides sideways. He grunts. You shriek. THUD. Silence. Then Seungmin blinks up at the ceiling, deadpan “…Did we just break the bed?” You groan into his chest. “Technically, the bed broke itself...” “Oh my god. Oh my god. I told you!” You roll off of him, breathless and “You’re fine.” “I told you it was weak.” “You were also moaning like I reinvented sex” He points at you, still half-buried in the sheets. “I can multitask.” Later, you’re both lying on the sideways mattress like it’s a sinking ship. Seungmin sips water, glaring at the broken frame. “This is why we can’t have nice things.” You grin. “You mean why you can’t handle this ass.” He snorts. “This ass took us to home depot levels of damage.”

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He’s beneath you, cheeks flushed, biting his lip as he moans under his breath. “Shit you’re gonna make me black out—” You’re riding him like it’s your life’s mission. Hands on his chest, pace unforgiving. “Don’t be dramatic” you pant. “I’m seeing the edge of the universe. That’s not dramatic. That’s spiritual!” You lean back, bouncing harder. He whimpers. “Okay-okay-you’re doing too much-!” “You like it.” “I like living, too.” CREAK. SNAP. CRASH. You drop like a ragdoll. He slides down with you, legs flailing, head smacking the headboard lightly as the bed frame gives the fuck up. You land on top of him in a pile of limbs and sin. He gasps, completely stunned. “…Did you just break the bed?” You blink. “ME?! I was literally doing what you begged for.” “I said slower. Like three times. You were riding like we had a time limit!” You sit up, scandalized. “You were moaning!” “Because I was terrified. You were ruthless. I thought I was being punished!” You shove his shoulder. “You were gripping my hips like handlebars!” He covers his chest dramatically. “I was hanging on for dear life! You were galloping!” --- Ten minutes later, you glance at the crooked frame. “The bed’s dead.” He sighs, stroking your thigh he’s comforting you through your mess. “I mean… it had a good life. But yeah. You finished it off.” “Stop gaslighting me!” He smirks. “I’m just a poor innocent boy. You, on the other hand... thighs of destruction.”

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when the bed gave up on life (hyung line)

ot8 reactions | bf!skz x reader au genre: crack | light smut warnings: language | suggestive content a/n : (testing new posts layout, it will probably change again idk) i always try to not write cliché gym rat changbin... but it has jokes potential so yeah lol. ✧ hyung line | maknae line

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“C’mere” Chan growls flipping you onto your stomach. You gasp, already dizzy “Holy shit-okay-aggressive!” “I said I’d make you feel it” he grunts, pressing into you, “so shut up and-” CRRREAK. SNAP. Silence. You’re on the floor. The mattress is sideways. A piece of the frame bounced. Chan’s still inside you “…Did the bed just die?” you whisper, stunned. He’s frozen. Still holding your hips. “I-I think I just alpha’d the IKEA out of it.” You collapse face first into the blanket, wheezing. Chan pulls out gently like he’s scared touching you will trigger another collapse. “I’m so sorry,” he says, horrified. “Are you hurt??” You look up with tears in your eyes...from laughing “You fucked us into poverty” He starts pacing. Still naked “I JUST WANTED TO MAKE YOU SEE STARS” “You did! But the bed saw heaven!” --- Five minutes later, you’re both wrapped in the blanket on the floor, drinking water and staring at the broken frame like it’s a crime scene. Chan sighs. “That was expensive.” You snort. “tell me about it” He looks at you, grins. “You still wanna finish?” You raise a brow. “On what the rug?” He shrugs. “Bet it won’t break.”

lee know

You’re clinging to the headboard. He’s behind you, low growling, full feral mode, hips snapping. “Don’t even try to run” he pants. “You wanted this.” You gasp “Min- the bed’s creaking-” He grips your hips tighter. “So are you. Guess which one I care about more.” CRRREEAAAK. SNAP. THUD. You drop. Flat on the mattress, now tilted at a cursed 45 degrees. Minho flops on top of you like a sweaty, breathless. Silence. “…Did we just fall?” You’re wheezing into the sheet. “THE BED BROKE YOU PSYCHO.” He slowly lifts himself off you, glancing around checking the crime scene. Then calmly : “…It was probably loose before we started.” You sit up, wild-eyed. “I literally heard you say ‘I wanna break you tonight.’” “I meant emotionally. That bed just had bad build quality.” “...Minho, one of the legs is across the room.” He shrugs. “That’s not my fault. That’s gravity. And weak screws.” You glare at him, tangled in sheets and shame. He wipes sweat off his chest with a smug little annoying smirk. “You’re welcome by the way.” “For WHAT?!?” “For the experience. You’re glowing.” "Oh my god" --- Later, you lie together on the mattress, which is on the floor now, panting and sore. You mutter “we need a new bed.” He hums, already falling asleep “...and it better be able to handle me”

changbin

It starts innocent enough... LIES. Sweat is dripping, you’re moaning, he’s muttering things like “You’re so tight,” “I love this angle” and “This is why I do leg day" (??) The bed is screaming. You clutch the headboard “It’s creaking-” “I’M CREAKING TOO BABY STAY FOCUSED—” CREEAAACKK. SNAP. BOOM. The bed dies. You both collapse mid-thrust like the mattress got drop-kicked by karma. You gasp. “WHAT JUST HAPPENED?!” Changbin is hovering above you, wide-eyed, hair sticking up like he got electrocuted “…Did I break the bed?” You stare. “Are you asking me while you’re still inside me?!” He slowly pulls out, rolls to the side, and looks around at the hurricane damage. One bed leg is completely gone. A bolt rolled under the dresser. He exhales. “That’s kinda hot though.” You blink. “You BROKE our BED Binnie!” “I told you I was strong” You smack his arm. “This isn’t CrossFit! This was my peaceful coochie session!” He giggles. --- He grabs his phone. “Wait. Wait. I need a pic. I gotta show the guys.” “DON’T YOU DARE” He grins. “I’m putting ‘broke the bed during sex’ on my gym progress tracker.”

hyunjin

You’re on top, breathless, hair sticking to your forehead, hands planted on his chest. Hyunjin’s gripping your thighs, eyes rolling back as you ride him. “Fuck-yes...just like that, baby...” CREAAKK. SNAP. THE WHOLE RIGHT SIDE DROPS. You scream as the mattress collapses, pitching sideways. Hyunjin yelps, legs flailing as you both go crashing down mid-thrust. A full thud echoes across the room. Silence. Then his voice : “…WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!” You’re tangled in blankets, still half on top of him. “DID YOU JUST ASK ME LIKE I PLANNED THAT?!” He stares at you with wide, scandalized eyes. “YOU WERE ON TOP THIS IS YOUR FAULT.” You sit up, offended. “I was riding you into heaven and the bed flopped.” He throws a hand up dramatically. “EXACTLY I WAS LITERALLY JUST LYING THERE BEING SEXY AND SUPPORTIVE.” You glare “supportive?? You kept yelling FASTER like I was a fucking engine!” He rolls off the broken half of the bed and flops onto the floor like a naked fish “The bed wasn’t ready for that kind of passion. I wasn’t ready. My ass hit the wood slats” You cover your face. “I think I bruised my knee.” --- 10 minutes later, Hyunjin is sprawled across the mattress on the floor “we need a new bed. And... knees.” You open one eye “You still came though.” He chucks a pillow at you.

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han as your (annoying) neighbor !!

a/n: got the idea for this when my bitchass upstairs neighbor woke me up this morning because he was jorkin it LOUD ASF!!! i hope his dick falls off. 😒

a/n pt.2: consider this an apology to all the hanji lovers that i made suffer with my smau 😅

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My last night with you

A/N : finally I’ve figured out something to write for Kento !! Figured in celebration of the 4th instalment in the kingdom series has been released on Netflix this is a soft of celebration of that !! I really tried (emphasis on TRY) to mimic the way Shin speaks in the movies onto English but that’s really hard due to the language difference LOL. Hope you enjoy nonetheless!

Warnings : Shin is an adult, not following the storyline of the movies &/or manga and is definitely not historically accurate !! Mention of Shin’s backstory as a slave, mention of war, heavy make out session but nothing else !! SPOILERS FOR THE 4TH MOVIE U HAVE BEEN WARNED !!!!

Pairings : Shin x (afab) reader

Summary : as the crown princess and sole heir to the throne of Han your father decides to join forces with Qin in the fight against Zhao. To show his loyalty to the king of Qin you & your father set to meet the king at his estate in Qin. There you meet a loyal friend of the king, the talented peasant Shin, whom fancy your interest…

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“It’s a great honour to finally meet you” you say, bowing to the king sitting on his throne, behind you stood both your guards and a couple of maids whom accompanied you and your father on this journey all the way to meet the king of Qin… As the sole heir to the throne you were set to become the queen of Han, the smaller of the kingdoms of china by acre, but your father was determined after hearing about the death of general Ohki that you and your kingdom must do your part in this awful war.

Your father had always been a wise a man, someone you and your people looked up to, but he had never been the one to make noise in the war, never wanted to put your people up for it knowing you were far smaller than any of the neighbouring kingdoms. But there was one thing your father believed in more far greater than killing, peace… so the moment he heard about the king of Qin having plans on uniting China and put and end to this war, he knew he had to finally step in.

So there you were, bowing in front of the king, forced to follow to a foreign kingdom to be shown off as the trophy your father seem to believe you are. Many nights you had laid in bed curious on what your father actually believed your worth was, was in measurable?

You are thrown off your thoughts when you suddenly felt the entire courtroom have their eyes upon you, seemingly waiting for an answer to a question you never heard in the first place. You clear your throat and speak up…

“I’m sorry, what did you say, your highness?” You ask, looking at the king whom looked at you with his piercing stoic eyes…

“I was asking if your journey here was a pleasant one? If you’re exhausted my princess I can arrange a room for you to rest” the king speak up.

“Oh no no, thank you but… I’m quite alright, the journey was as good as it could be, just awfully long” you admit.

“We heard about the death of general Ohki, it’s a huge loss and we wish to pay our gratitude for his sacrifice” your father spoke up. “And like I said in my letter, I do believe we can help. We may not be a big kingdom but we have our resources and I want to put an end to this war just as much as you want to, my king” your father said, determination in his eyes. This had been his wishes all along, he had just been too worried for your kingdoms safety to act until now when he knew he could have Qin on his side…

“Very well. Let us speak about this more over dinner later today” King Eisei responds…

“Very well, however I must ask, whom is this Shin of Hishin I kept hearing rumours about on my journey here?” Your father asks, which made the whole courtroom look at the king with big eyes, waiting for what king Eisei had to say about the mighty Shin…

Despite what you expected his reaction to the question would be you see the man sitting on the throne sigh and he roll his eyes. “Shin just come out already, I know you’re here” he spoke up. You look around confused in the room, waiting for this almighty shin whom slayed so many despite his short time in the military to appear. You wasn’t sure what you expected, perhaps a strong man, dressed in uniform, showing great status and strength… what you didn’t expect was for suddenly a man jumping from the ceiling right in front of you, having you letting out a quick gasp in surprise as he had caught you off guard. Some of your guards rose their weapons as they had heard your gasp as if it was in their nature to act on any kind of noise from you. Your father quickly raised his hand and signaled for them to drop their guards which they quickly did.

This was the almighty shin of Hishin? It was a peasant boy! He surely had to be your age, hair in a messy bun in the back, dirty clothes and a rather smug smirk on his face.

“Really Sei? If you knew I was there then why didn’t you save me the struggle of clinging onto that metal piece up there and just allowed me to be present?” The boy said, wiping his numbing hands on his clothes to create some friction. Your eyes were widen, the boy spoke so casually? So rude? Called the king… sei? What does that even mean?

Your concerns definitely didn’t seem to bother king Eisei who didn’t even move a muscle in his face to show any kind of displeasure of the rude boy in front of you. “Shin, this is the king and crown princess of Han, they’re here to assist aid with the war” he said. “As you heard from your spectacular hiding spot they’re hoping for an end just as us” King Eisei speak up. The boy turn and look at you and your father, looking at you up and down, before nodding slowly.

“Took you guys long enough!”

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Your feet are light as your tippy toe with speed out in the dark night, heart beating heavy in your chest as you tried to navigate in the unknown palace grounds. You waited until the night had fallen until you made your escape.

All you wished was to see the moon and then slip right back to your chambers that King Eisei had so gracefully given you for your stay. You had always had this thing, this fascination of things you had no knowledge of. You had spent hours upon hours reading through every written letter you could acquire in the library at home, about the World beyond, and how the world were before the war.. you wanted to experience it, piece by piece. However it could never happen, being the sole heir to the throne you were the most precious thing to your kingdom, which meant you had to be in pitch perfect condition when you met your fate and sat down at the throne as the queen of Han. Your destiny? Stay inside your palace walls, give birth you an heir and then die peacefully in your bed after years of reign… you? You wished to explore, know more about the world, for gods sake you didn’t even know anything about the peasants of your own country! However as the guards constantly had their eyes on you and made sure you never went into trouble you only had a few hours in the middle of the night that you could escape and feel a sense of freedom, and you wanted to feel this feeling in Qin too… perhaps it would feel different? Perhaps it could be a change? Perhaps…

“What are you doing out here, Princess?”

You let out a screech, quickly feeling a pair of hands covering your mouth with the other holding the back of your head study so you couldn’t remove the strangers hand from your mouth… Your eyes meet with… Shin?

“If you scream and I’ll get caught even remotely near you I doubt the rumours about me on the battlefield will ever stop your father for detaching my head from my body, so I’ll remove my hands and promise to not scream, okay? Nod if you get it” he whisper, keeping the eye contact between you as your breath was pitched due to the sudden jumpscare. You quickly nod and see the boy sigh in relief as he remove his hands from you.

“Sorry about that, now… once again I’m asking. what are you doing out here at this hour? Alone for that matter!” Shin asks, quickly raising a brow before crossing his arms over his chest, looking down at you, whom was only dressed in you nightgown.

You try to think, think of a simple yet effective lie to be told at this moment, but your mind was blank. You couldn’t come up with a single lie to put you out of this situation, so you did what any woman would do…

“I could ask the same to you? It’s way past midnight, you know?” You answer, which makes a scoff leave the peasants mouth as he allow his mouth to fold upwards in a slight smirk. It was obvious, you amused him.

“Well I’m a mare peasant whom no one would bat an eye if I came to harms way, you’re a future queen” he stated. “Besides” he started, then picked up a small dagger that had been secured in his belt, throwing it around between each one of his hands. “I can take care of myself in tight situations, which you cannot, Princess”

It was your time to scoff, you roll your eyes and tilt your head to the side as you look up at him. “I would not call a warrior that King Eisei speak so highly of to be a mare peasant” you say, giving him a crooked smile.

You can see that he thinks a bit on what he should respond to your comment, instead he just let out a sigh and rest his back against the stone wall behind him with his arms once again crossed over his chest, looking down at you.

“I won’t tell anyone if you won’t” he finally speaks up.

“Deal”

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And that’s how it started, every night you were wide awake, excited for your next meeting with Shin. Yes, this definitely made your engagement with the next days discussions with the king rather hazy as you were half asleep throughout it, sleeping in as long as you could before your father sent your maids to wake you up. Your sudden exhaustion did not go unnoticed but you blamed it on the weather, or the poor sleep you had the night before filled with a nightmare or two, or whatever else your mind could come up with at the spot.

Shin told you about his life, stories from his past and the real incidents he had witnessed on the battlefield, fully immersed into his stories which you were just as interested in hearing. In exchange of his crazy stories you told him stories from your home, about gods and goblins that you had grown up hearing your mother tell you all about, which despite being obviously fake he was just as happy listening to you, looking at you with his big eyes…

Oh those eyes… oh you had gotten quite fond of these memories you and shin created every night as soon as the moon came out. Your attachment to shin was something you had to keep to yourself as soon as the sun rose though, knowing far too well as the princess of Han your father would never accept your friendship… Great warrior or not, he was a peasant born a slave, he would lose his head the moment your father found out he was alone with you at night… even if it was just to tell stories…

“Tomorrow is my last day, you know?”

“Hm?” Shin asks as he sat on the hill next to you, looking out at the night sky. Just like many nights he had taken you to a cliff right on the outskirts of the palace, from the edge of the sharp cliff you could see all over the noble men’s village along with all the stars and the moon, however not a soul could see you two from there. It was just you and the moon as your witness, it was perfect…

“Tomorrow, my father and I will return to Han to set up the troops to send them out to fight for Qin”

“Ah” was all he said, slowly looking down at the grass and starts plucking out a few stars, kneading them into small balls in his hands using his fingers.

“You’ll be sent out again, together with Hishin right?” You ask slowly… feeling a lump in your throat build. Usually Shin was the most talkative of you two, always speaking in such casual manner, never giving in whilst coming up with a snarky remark to spit right back at you. Princess or not, he made you feel more happy than any noble man or king you’d ever encountered.

“Yep” he says, popping the p with his lips, moving his head up and looked up at the night sky, taking a deep breath. “You almost sound worried, I’m no one to put your worries out for, I’ll make it back here no matter what” he says, clearly trying to sound like his normal self but there was a hint of sadness in his tone, which made your heart ache even more.

“I’ll miss you, Shin” you just answer, which made his head quickly turn and faced you, looking directly into your eyes for a few second before once again looking down, sighing softly.

“I’ll miss you too” he admits, which catches you off guard a bit… he didn’t seem like the type to admit vulnerability to any extent, even from the wounds from the battlefield he seemed to heal inhumanly fast without much scarring, only a few that you had seen on his body. Instead of answering back you slowly move closer to him on the grass. In a moment of bravery flooding over you, you reach out and take his hand in yours, looking into his eyes as you sat shoulder to shoulder in the grass with the light night breeze floor between your bodies. You feel him intertwine your fingers, rubbing your palm with his thumb. A slight smile escape his lips, your heart beating fast in your chest, so fast in fact you were certain he must have felt it as well. You decide to break the silence.

“I-“ you start, but you had no chance to finish whatever sentence that was about to leave your lips as you felt his mouth on yours in a kiss. Your eyes widen and body stiffen in surprise as he had caught you off guard before your body realised what was happening and relaxed before closing your eyes and kissed him back. You can feel him letting go off your hand, cupping your cheeks with his hands, grazing his thumbs on your cheeks as your hand travel around his neck, holding onto his neck steadily as you kept the kiss. The kiss itself was slow and deliberate, as if you two had all the time in the world, all alone, together.

When the kiss eventually came to its end your mouths parted way, breaths heavy as your foreheads resting against each others. None of you speak up this time, instead you hold onto each other, feeling his thumb brush your cheek. Before you could think on what to do next you felt yourself being the one to connect your mouths again, this time you swing your leg over his lap, straddling him with ease despite your skirt being somewhat in the way. He easily kiss you back, moving his hands from your cheeks with one holding up his upper body whilst the other rest on your waist, holding onto you with a steady grip as you two shared the kiss. Mouths and teeth clashing together, tongues spreading saliva as if it was the first meal you two have had for years, breathing hastily and rapidly through your nose. It was all so different from what you had ever experienced before.

As your mouths part ways your breaths are heavy. Your eyes flutter open and are met by his…

“I’ll really miss you, Shin”

“We still have this last night together, so let’s make it count, Princess”.

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Index : (🩶) suggestive, (🖤) smut, (🩷) fluff, (❤️) angst, (💛) funny

Stray Kids

Ot8 :

Asking them to pick you up at your ex place (text) (🩶)(💛)

Birthday girl (what they got you for your birthday) (reaction) (🩷)(🩶)

Lee Know :

Lee Minho, the guy who… (headcanons) (🩶🩷💛)

Changbin :

Coming soon…

Hyunjin :

Coming soon…

Han :

Rather be your whore than a nobleman’s wife (one shot, pirate au) (🩶) (🖤)

Felix :

Coming soon…

Seungmin :

Coming soon…

I.N :

Texting Jeongin about going back to your toxic relationship (text) (🩶)(❤️)

Kento Yamazaki

My last night with you (one shot, Shin from Kingdom) (🩶)