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{𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘢 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴} .02

a hard ass day requires a soft ass bed.

dragging yourself through the door was a chore but the huge bed was your motivation. every step shed more clothes, my the time you reached the room you were pulling your socks off.

“hi baby” chan shuffled up to you with arms wide. you stared for a second before pulling the oversized shirt over his head and bringing it over your own. slinking by you crawl past your other boyfriend whose wide eyes were wanting attention. unfortunately for him you needed comfort from your blankets first.

“y/nieeee.” you didn’t respond while you buried yourself in plushness.

a more stern, concerned voice tried next. “y/n”

“long day” your eyes get glassy with those two words.

felix is by your side in a second. his face coming into view from behind your blanket safety. he hugs you, pushing you back flat on the bed squeezing tighter “poor y/nie”

“come on” chan’s voice breaks out of the giggles you and erupted into. he has an arm full of things. you hadn’t noticed him leave.

you protest momentarily before your other love tells you to hop on his back. while he wiggles a dance with you in his back chan sprays the bed in your favorite scent, adds your favorite plush, his and lix’s skzoos, and the big fleece blanket you only use for extra cozy nights.

he jumps on first “let’s go children”

you laugh as felix dumps you onto chan. the three of your crawl towards the center before turning on the tv. everyone settles on deadpool. not the most comfort movie but funny and familiar.

every time you take a deep breath you smell the comforting scent, but not the fragrance, your boyfriends. something about the way they smell is like comfort. like home.

the thought comforts you, not even remembering your long day.

nsfw chanlix that could fit

a/n: idk how I feel about this one. I got really tired after the idea. it’s a comfort fic anyway. read it and have sweet dreams💜💗

Reading back on my soft skz content lately and I’m sad and cold so it’s that time:

Soft Times

just a room away

18+ • drabble • yunho • pt. 1 • pt.2 • pt.3  • pt.4

you’ve avoided all contact with yunho since the night of the storm.

you haven’t even spoken to your friend much. you weren’t close to begin with but you’ve taken on an opposite shift to her at the store whenever possible. she’s a little perplexed but doesn’t question it.

with the stress you've accumulated lately, you decided to take a break and go to a small spa just outside of town. however, if you had bothered to even speak to her for one moment you wouldn’t have been caught off guard by what happened next.

“y/n?”

his voice stops you as you’re leaving the small restaurant in the lobby and going back to your room. “y/n, wait!” the shock on your face only lasts a moment before continuing to walk. he catches up to you, hopping into the elevator before the doors can close. you don't say a word. he furrows his brows as he looks at your stoic profile. lips turning up in amusement and confusion. you were being strange to him. was this a game? as the doors opened, he was still close behind. the closer you got to your room the angrier you got. stopping in front of your door you spin around “Why are you following me”

however he was no longer right behind you. “I was going to ask how you knew where my room was”

sure enough, his keycard opens the door diagonal to yours.

“fuck” you murmur, before going into your room and shutting the door.

•

about an hour passes of your uneasy thoughts. the thought of him is crowding your mind despite your peaceful getaway. his close proximity is the cause of the intensity and you quickly convince yourself there's a way to alleviate the pressure in your head and your core.

You knock on his door wanting to assert some kind of line but the moment he opens the door your brain empties of any coherent thought. as you close the door behind you he starts trying to speak seeming to have begun piecing together why you were cold to him but you stop him by getting close to his face. you hover over him as he sits halfway on his bed. the stance has him quiet, fully pushing back onto the bed. “this trip is to relieve my stress. I’m not here to talk to you.” the way you emphasize talk makes him furrow his brows in confusion but you're getting onto the bed lowering your face close to his waist before he can think of a response.

the position you're in makes his mouth water in an instant. face down with your ass up while your hands move to stroke him through his pants. he breathes out with a stutter at the feeling but can't hold back a low groan when you kiss his cock through the fabric. 

he has to admit, he loves seeing the nervous, doe-like side of you where he works you up and takes charge, admiring how small you are compared to him but this…he doesn't have words for this. when you start to tug down his sweats you finally look up and make eye contact. for some reason he gets bashful, his cheeks tinging pink as he lifts his hips for you to pull his pants down to have his cock. he looks away, before you bring your lips down on him. the experience of you kissing his tip gently isn't one to revel in because you take him half way into your mouth immediately after. you try to pace yourself, the feeling of him partly in your mouth and in your hand a little more than intimidating but more than that it's also empowering. you want to make him feel a fraction of what you did then leave him to fester in his questions and confusion. the feeling spurs you on taking him faster as your head moves rhythmically. you hear him mutter ‘shit’ under his breath. you pull back to let him glimpse your wet lips. the look in your hooded eyes makes him want to reach out but you move away from his hand before lowering back onto him, taking him farther than before, gagging at your overexcitement. he tries to ease you back with a hand on your face but you push it away as you continue to take him. you can't take him too far, filling the slack with your hand. you aren't well versed in this but you've wanted to try something. You pull back slightly to allow yourself some reprieve before swallowing. his hips stutter immediately.

you smile the bit you can at his reaction as you suck a bit more before doing it again. he subconsciously grabs the sheets under him. you don't give him a second to think, going almost on autopilot. you pull back for a breath, swirling your tongue around his tip before taking him again. the feeling of him getting closer makes you want to bring him there. the way he had you feeling the past few weeks has been maddening. you remember this, digging the nails of your free hand into the tops of his thigh. he hisses, making a move like he's going to grab your hair but wills his hand right back to gripping the sheets. right when you hear his rushed 'im going to fucking cum' you pull back to just the tip, sucking like a lollipop until you feel the tension reach a peak. as he freezes, you bring your other hand to cup partly over his tip, catching everything he spills out. stroking him through his release gives you a rush. you smile happily at the rush of power that is tingling you all over. reeling in your smile, you sit up to look down at him, getting close to his face again before wiping your cum covered hand down his shirt. 

the moment you get up to leave is almost a win. almost.

but before you can fully crawl off the bed he tugs you back, handling you much like a doll into place between his legs. “where are you going tiny?”

you're lost for words at having lost control over him that quick. he'd admit he was stunned but the sight of you moving to leave knocked his brain back to where it usually was. the robe covering you was barely doing its job anymore but he had no need for it anyway. he opened it quickly with one hand, the other holding you in place by your thigh. your whole front was exposed now as he looked down at you from over your shoulder. you'd almost forgotten his cock was still out until you felt it twitch behind you.

he lets you sit up as slips off the soiled shirt before gently bringing you back to sit against his chest. “you wanted to show off right? so I could see how good you could treat me? how good you could make me cum?” he moves your thighs apart, resting next to his. “be the one in charge even?” one arm comes across your shoulder, almost locking you in place like a thrill ride. “well tiny…” his other laying on your stomach for less than a second before moving to your core. “it's my turn again.”

he smacks your pussy, jolting you in his hold. you hear his chuckle low in your ear.

“I thought this was a relaxing trip for you but instead you started a game you cant finish.” right as he stopped talking his hand slid quickly between your slit. the wetness there made the grin on his face grow. “but don't worry, i can.” he unleashed a speed you hadn't expected as he toyed with your clit. you scream out before trying to silence yourself. he rubbed and pinched, occasionally moving to smack again. the fire in your stomach was growing by the second. his arm holding you released to play with your breasts. his tight hold still keeping you from moving away but fingers playing with your nipples to add to the spreading warmth all over your body.

shamefully, the moment you let go came with two words you don't think he meant to say. “my baby”

the admiring and lustful words flung you over the edge without a parachute. you swore you stopped breathing for a second. when it was finally over you had to seal his hand between your thighs to get him to stop. you hadn't realized you were shaking a bit until he was whispering, “it's alright, you're alright”, while trying to close your robe over your breasts. when your thighs fall open as you exhale, your brain slowly starts working normally again.

you gently remove his hands from you and move off of the bed. you don't see his face of disappointment and confusion as you get up. “i'm good. i just have to leave before i fall into a delusion again. goodnight.”

he’s taken aback as he watches you leave

his sleepless night turns into a contemplative morning before finally going to knock on your door. But as he opens his own he sees yours is wide open, the maid already making your bed.

pt.6 series masterlist

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series masterlist

Final Girl!Reader x Serial Killer!Yunho

Sometimes life sucks.

Sometimes you get a hangnail…

Or miss your bus…

Or sometimes a big dude in a welder’s mask is trying to kill you…

Maybe that last one was just me.

That was 7 years ago though. Life is better now…right?

coming this october

spooky season mlist

This has always been a problem for me(especially when I wrote primarily for Bangtan). I stopped feeling excited about my sfw content bc of how little engagement it got. I’d spend time and get excited only to get 11 notes but then I post a short nsfw thing and it goes 10x that in half the time. I think it contributed to the short form nsfw content that populates my new blog. Not to hate on myself or others bc I love reading and writing it but the excitement I feel for sfw is not the same and it makes me sad. Sometimes I just want to tell a story :(

It’s also hard bc tumblr likes to switch how posts are seen, shadowbans, and sometimes reblogging isn’t in the forefront of someone’s mind. It’s really sad.

I say all that to say though please don’t change your writing based on that. People who love it will still be here. Do what you feel is comfortable but remember people who love it and want to read will be here.

PLEASE SEND ASKS, LEAVE LIKES AND REBLOG!!

i kinda wanna be honest and say that i feel like sfw caratblr has been like… been getting less and less engagement. i’m not the only person thay feels this way and truly i mean no hate toward smut writers (i literally have a sideblog for that kind of content now tht i do post on lmao i would be hating on myself) but idk it just feels like ppl are jumping ship for tht content completely and dropping sfw writers entirely

just… feels really shitty to see less and less people engaging? it makes me think that i’m the one getting worse. and honestly, maybe i am? maybe it’s my writing that’s attracting less and less people.

i just wish the answers were clearer. i love writing and a lot of my drive comes from that love, but the lack of support does destroy my motivation to post writing more and more. i appreciate the people who regular try to engage with me now, but like…

what am i supposed to do when the numbers keep dwindling? change my writing up? i don’t know what’s bad if people don’t tell me what they are and aren’t enjoying. just stop posting entirely? maybe! who knows! i just don’t know what i’m doing wrong and it’s starting to get to me more and more. i make some people happy, but what about the people that stopped reading entirely? it eats me up inside even though i know i can’t please everyone.

maybe my writing is getting worse after all and i’m just looking for someone else to blame.

INTRO “MAXIDENT" ♡ HAN