#stray kids i.n.

[chanlix-honey]

The Attention You Deserve (I.N.)

WARNING: smut (+18), pet names, daddy kink, fingering, choking, crying, jeongin being a tease and we’re here for it, (light) degrading,,,meaning MINORS DNI!! Please and thank you!!!

word count: 1.6k

a/n: HAPPY ROCK-STAR DAY EVERYONE!!! In honor of the new album release, I have decided to post the full one shot I teased a few days ago. This is my first skz smut post!! Pls be gentle!

Read at your own risk! Again, minors DNI. Enjoy!

“Let’s play a game, hm?” he pulls off the blanket that’s covering your sex, and your pleasured smell pulsates the room. “Since you wanted to be a bad girl, daddy’s going to correct this for you.” He brings your soaked hands to his mouth to lick the pleasure off of you. “I’m going to give you the night of your life. Maybe even the best. And you’re not going to cum once.” He tugs at your shirt, asking you to take it off. You do so obediently. “Good girl.” He plunges two of his fingers into your wet cunt.

“You obey me—and quickly—daddy rewards you. If you don’t listen..well,” You moan, the length of his fingers not giving you any let up. “I’m thinking of fucking you until I cum. How does that sound my dumb baby?” He chuckles, giving you a sly smile.

You couldn’t help yourself. Jeongin has been coming home from work later and later these days. He does his best to let you know that he and the boys won’t be done for some time, but he is an idol after all. He always has something to do. If it’s not vocals with his teacher and Seungmin, it’s practice with Danceracha, or executing lyrics with Channie-hyung (his favorite nickname for Bangchan, that he has passed down to you. Though he doesn’t like telling him in person).

When you text him throughout the day how excited you are for movie night, he can’t help but feel bad to try and remember the last time you and him spent time together. This would be good to get some of that quality time that you were both missing. And to treat you deliciously tonight. He misses your moans and your pussy, so he hopes to make up for it too. He feels his cock twitch at the thought of being coated in your juices and filling you up. He shakes the thought away to make sure he’s not sporting a hard-on before he goes back to Minho leading practice and replies to you. Be sure to wear that purple lace for Daddy tonight, I want to treat you to dessert…be a good girl and wait for me until I get home to give you the attention you deserve.

And tonight isn’t any different. You order pizza for the two of you once he texts you that he’ll be home in an hour—in hopes that the cheesy dinner arrives just as he does. By the time he comes home, he’s too tired for the weekly rom-com-roasting movie night that you and him had planned. He greets you with a good evening forehead kiss and lets you know that he’s going to take a little nap before you get the movie queued up. You smile at his sweet gesture, but can’t help to notice that your heart pangs at the kiss, disappointed that his lips missed yours.

Thirty minutes pass by. Then an hour. You continue to stare at your phone, as the screen is the only thing illuminating the room. You turned off the tv fifteen minutes ago. The barely-eaten pizza stares at you, as the box is only slightly open. You dejectedly scroll through TikTok, skipping fan edits of your boyfriend performing on the multitude of stages all over the world. You skip all, except one. A fan edit of his teasing lip-licking moments on stage, and the pit of your stomach feels engulfed by the flames of arousal. You let the video play once. Twice. Three times. Before you know it, your fingers are rubbing your clit to the ever-playing fan edit, desperately wishing your hand was his mouth and that teasing tongue.

“Ah, ah, daddy~” you mumble. You wouldn’t dare wake him up with your lewd sounds. Last time you made a mistake—let’s just say you couldn’t get out of bed the next day and a half.

Yet, your voice fails you and you squeak when you accidently pinch your clit, and your body shivers. You choke at your clumsiness and tears roll off your cheeks. Daddy-! You tremble, just about to cum.

Consumed in your pleasure, you don’t hear your boyfriend getting up from bed. He woke up from his nap just before you made the terrible decision to play with yourself. First, he heard you watching tiktoks—specifically the one that aroused you in the first place. And then he heard it again..and again. Like you stopped scrolling. Then, he started hearing your pretty little moans. Once he arrived in the phone-illuminated living room, he put the pieces together. He had actually been standing around watching you as he heard your cute little whimpers begging for a release. It seems that you weren’t as quiet as you thought.

“My, my, babygirl..did the words ‘wait for me’ slip your mind?” you yelp.

Suddenly, you feel one of his hands snake around your chin to tilt in his direction, and the other pinning your wrists away from you—stopping your movements.

Which is what brings you to this point. Him fucking you on his fingers in slow agony. It was supposed to be a night he was meant to take care of you. And you couldn’t wait until you had his full attention? He was not going to let that slide. Instead of giving you pleasure until your release, he had other ideas in mind.

“Y-yes daddy,” you shiver.

“Oh good, you do listen. Now tell me—” he begins, his fingers ever so slowly pump in and out of you, stretching you out.

“—What were you thinking when you stopped on that video darling?” He watches you writhe in pleasure. With your pupils blown, your body twitching in response to his oh so slow movements, and your hands grasping at air—pinned down by his large veiny hands at your wrists—he can’t help but look at you like an angel. How gorgeous you are…he thinks, smirking like the fox he is.

“I was thinking..mmh! About your t-tongue inside me daddy—fuck,” you gasp.

“Go on, princess, tell me how much you need me.” He groans. He can feel pre-cum soaking his sweatpants, his cock throbbing for you, begging to be released from the clothed prison.

“So bad. S-so b-bad. Your p-pretty pussy is aching for your mouth inside me ah~”

“You taste so good, daddy can’t help but to make you feel good to taste more of you..” He gropes your breast in one hand while his mouth is on the other, giving your clothed tits most of the attention—still finger fucking you ever so slowly.

You start to see stars. His fingers in you are already too much, despite the pace. How you’ve missed him touching you like this. But he’s slow. Way too slow. It feels like minutes pass before his fingers slip out again. Every second, you feel less than a milimeter’s worth of his two fingers occupy your gummy walls. Yet, you can’t help but take it all in. You’re drunk on his movements, you’d let him do anything to you at this point.

“You even dressed up in the purple lace I love so much,” he thumbs one of your sensitive nipples for it to perk up, pinching at it slightly. You groan, getting frustrated that you haven’t been able to cum yet.

His thumb grazes your clit. Barely even a graze, it’s almost as if his thumb makes contact by accident. It’s not enough to apply pressure, but enough for you to notice he’s toying with you. Making sure you know he’s doing it on purpose. The fucker. He hears you choke on your own breath every time he gives your clit a little bit of attention.

Jeongin coos, high on your moans. He leans in to you. “You think I wouldn’t notice baby? And now you’re on punishment for playing with daddy’s pussy..do you think I’m an idiot that would let you get away with it, slut?”

Biting between your ear and the skin just below it. “F-fuck…” you groan. He hums in success. He knows how you like to be fucked. Your body is very telling, and your voice lets you down everytime. Every frustrated huff, moan, and whine he takes from you. He’s barely doing anything and you’re already such a mess for him. He’s eager to try more, drunk on your fucked out sounds.

Before you know it, a moan slips out from your lips. “D-daddyyy..” you beg. You feel so close. And then, your body echoes to you. The pit of your stomach begins to tighten and your pussy throbs quickly. Tears brim at your glassy eyes, threatening to roll down. You mewl and moan, unable to control the next words to come out of your mouth. “Please! I c-can’t-t. I can’t I can’t I–” he stops. He removes his slender coated fingers from your tightening hole. A squelching sound fills the room.

Then, your heartbeat slows. You begin to catch your breath. Your tears spill. Your mind is not yet clear, but your senses kick in. You whine the moment you feel your cunt clenching around nothing, and you hear tutting. “My baby’s so close..too fucked to hear what I said, hm?”

You pause. No. No, no, no, no. You scramble to give him an answer quickly after you didn’t respond immediately.

“Daddy…mm..no! N-no I didn’t think—” He interrupts you.

“—Hush hush, it’s ok baby. Too blissed out on my fingers to think quickly.” Tears engulf your eyes, being denied a release.

“I’ll fuck you right to correct this behavior, don’t worry. For now, it’s my turn.”

[dirtykpopsnaps]

Here’s the request for Jeo!

[vinyl-head]

I can’t get rid of the bar but LOOOOOOOKKKK!

I can’t believe I never noticed 😭

[tafeekafee]

I should be writing my thesis and here I am watching the livestream of the dude who is famous for missing school and being so relaxed about his finals that Changbin nearly died 🫡

[angelcb97]

I.N. - MANIAC

[bullet1ni]

IN Wonderland Ch. 1:

praying can’t save this

pairing: prince!jeongin x female executioner!reader (feat. changbin (and possibly some other idols in the future))

word count: 4k

🔒warnings: heavy violence, graphic scenes, blood, mental illness (if you look), mentions of sex, violent!reader, unstable!reader, wonderland au, just an unnerving vibe in general, mentions of being suicidal, reader eats a lot in one sitting, some science-y things i made up, wonderland au, sci-fi/fantasy au, (edit: i've also decided to classify this as hardcore angst)

author's note: justice for jeongin fics. also, this probably has some mistakes even after fifty billion proofreads and i just wanted to post this already

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⚠️!Minors and sensitive readers proceed with caution!⚠️

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Preview:

As you pushed him away from you, the man gave out a cry of surprise and pain and clutched at his throat. When he pulled his hands away, they were stained dark red. At his throat, a sharp, clean, streak of scarlet where your knife had cut. 

“How dare you speak as if you know an inkling of who I am?”

“Please!” The man before you screamed, writhing uselessly against his restraints. You watched the tears stream down his face in cold detachment. “I’m innocent, I swear! I’ll do anything! No, please-” He choked on a sob as you turned away from him to face the crowded execution hall.

You and the man were standing - well, he was kneeling, you were standing - on a brightly lit flagstone floor. The execution block where the man was cuffed was dead in the center and all around the floor, rows and rows of benches extended up towards the vaulted ceiling, like an arena. These were filled with cheering townsfolk and commoners, screaming and excited for blood. Above the regular seats was the upper level reserved for the Spades, the queen’s gardeners who carefully and painstakingly grew and painted her beloved roses. At the very top were the boxes, where the Diamond courtiers sat on plush velvet couches and were served sweet drinks and dainty pastries from the royal kitchen. But the grandest and most-looked-at sight in the hall besides the execution floor, was the queen’s observation balcony. 

It jutted out of the wall, bringing it closer to the executions than any other seat in the room. Upon it sat the heart-shaped, blood red throne of garnet and gold where the Queen of Hearts sat watching, flanked by a group of Clubs dressed in bright red armor. Your eyes flicked up to the box, watching as the queen and her group of advisors leaned forward, watching the hysterical man with sadistic glee. 

Directing your gaze to the two Clubs who flanked the door leading onto the execution floor, you beckoned with two fingers and they started towards you. Then, glancing up at the queen’s box, you looked at the judge who stood at attention beside the throne and gave an almost imperceptible nod. He stepped forward and cleared his throat.

“Ahem.”

The babble and chatter of several thousand spectators quieted.

“Welcome, citizens of Wonderland. We are gathered here today for a most glorious and sacred occasion. A mission, a duty, of the highest purpose.”

His voice filled the room in a strange way, with an almost tangible presence. This was purposeful, of course; the acoustics of the execution hall were specifically designed to amplify all noise, to add to the atmosphere. The crowd, equal parts impressed and in awe, burst into rapturous applause.

The judge cleared his throat and the crowd quieted down again.

“Before you stands a criminal, guilty of such crimes worthy of death. Treasonous words against her majesty the queen, trespassing amongst her most private quarters...” 

You tuned him out as he droned on. Instead, you turned to the two Clubs who now stood at attention beside you. One of them held a large cushion covered with a silk cloth. You fingered the corner of the silk for a moment as the judge concluded the list of charges.

"And now, I present to you - the Executioner!"

A spotlight fell upon you and you allowed the crowd to take in your figure, clad in red armor and helmet.

You grasped the cloth and tugged it firmly away from the cushion, revealing the axe in a most dramatic fashion. The sudden gleam of silver caused several people in the front rows to clap their hands over their eyes.

The blade of the axe had been polished to perfection so that you could see your warped reflection in the steel. The light reflected off of it was blinding.

At the sight of the weapon, the promise of blood, the crowd burst into the customary cheers and excited applause. Handing the cover to the other guard, you gripped the handle of the axe and lifted it off the cushion. The familiar weight of it settled comfortably in your grip and you felt a surge of powerful satisfaction in your chest.

When you stepped away from the guards and turned to acknowledge the crowd, you were met with a thunderous roar of approval.

“Off with his head! Off with his head!” They crowed. Your face remained passive and you turned away from them, stalking towards the execution block with leisurely, unhurried steps. It was all in the build-up; the suspense was what made the crowd go apeshit.

You stopped beside the silently shaking man and looked down at him with a face void of emotion. 

“Off with his head!”

The crowd roared, louder than ever. You cocked an eyebrow and tilted your head up towards the queen’s balcony. The cheering swelled as she stood up from the throne and walked to the railing. She looked around fondly and gave a dainty little wave.

“Off with his head!”

The noise was deafening, the crowd egging her on. The queen’s painted face spread into a manic grin and she threw her arms open and closed her eyes as if basking in the moment. Then, her eyes flew open and she pointed down at you. You met her frenzied gaze. 

“You hear them!” She bellowed thunderously. “OFF WITH HIS HEAD!” 

And you lifted your arms above your head and swung down on the man in misery and relieved him from it.

There was a thud and a squelch and a crimson spray. The man’s head made an ugly sound against the ground, blood splattering across the flagstones, and the crowd screamed their approval. Without looking behind you, you turned your back on the decapitated body and the head and walked off the floor, silently handing your axe to one of the Clubs. The other one opened the door for you and it swung shut behind you.

The noise was muffled immediately, the effect not unlike that of plunging your head underwater. Blood rushing in your ears, you reveled in the relative quiet and the sound of your footsteps echoing off the walls of the tunnel as you made your way out. The tunnel sloped gently and you approached a second set of doors, also flanked by two Clubs. They held the door open for you and you passed by without acknowledging them.

You emerged in the dungeon. It was a dark, dank, moldy-smelling basement. Prisoners squatted or lay in their little cells where they awaited their:

1. trials (maybe)

2. deaths (definitely) The hateful gazes of the prisoners seared into the side of your head as you made your way between the cages towards the exit, refusing to meet any of their eyes.

“Look who it is,” a bald, vicious-looking man leered at you from between his bars. You continued past, ignoring him. “The executioner. 'Tis the fate that awaits us all,” he raised his voice for the other prisoners to hear. “Take a good look. Death at the hands of this child.” The other prisoners growled. “The queen’s champion toy. The prince’s whore.” The other prisoners chuckled. You slowed.

“And that’s all you’ll ever be,” he called after you, sensing weakness. “The queen’s little puppet, and the moment the prince tires of you, you’ll be kicked to the brothels where you belong.” Prisoners roared with laughter.

"Actually," his voice turned mock-thoughtful. "No, not really." His voice lowered and darkened simultaneously. "Not really," he hissed, "because you'd be dead the second that you stepped out of these walls. Killed by the families of all the people that you've killed. It will be a fitting death for you."

You knew inside that you should continue on. You had heard worse accusations from within the castle itself, but coming from a lowly criminal, whom you had never met in your life, assigning you labels and claiming to know you? You allowed yourself this moment of weakness, this crack in your facade. You allowed yourself a little shred of release. Lunging for the man through the bars, you gripped him by his collar and pulled him against them hard enough to leave a bruise on his cheeks. 

“What did you say?” You whispered, dangerously low. You flicked your wrist and a knife fell out of your sleeve and into your hand. The blade ghosted across his neck and landed against his jugular vein.

“That's the way you deserve to die. In shame and without honor, just like all the good men and women you've murdered.” he whispered triumphantly. You shook him violently and he swore as his head was bashed against the bars again. 

“I kill criminals, who committed crimes knowingly. I ought to kill you where you stand.” You watched in satisfaction as the man panted and wriggled at your words.

“You have no idea of the things that I have done to stand here.” Cold fury rose within you, the edges of your vision tinged black. You leaned in close to his ear. “Is that what you think I am? Is that why you think I am here? Because of the prince? I have done things you can only imagine and endured what you cannot even begin to fathom. If you knew even half of the truth…” 

As you pushed him away from you, the man gave out a cry of surprise and pain and clutched at his throat. When he pulled his hands away, they were stained dark red. At his throat, a sharp, clean, streak of scarlet where your knife had cut. 

“How dare you speak as if you know an inkling of who I am?”

In the safety and solace of your quarters, you tore off your red ceremonial armor and chainmail, and the cape embroidered with the Heart coat of arms. They made loud clanking sounds when you dumped them on the floor of your parlor and two maids silently scurried to pick them up. Slumping into one of the plush, heart-shaped chairs, you shut your eyes.

“Camille?” You called out. You heard the quick, pattering footsteps of your lady-in-waiting. 

“My lady!” Came the breathless reply. “Forgive our - forgive my unpreparedness." She stood before you, cowering. "I'll have your training attire prepared quickly.” You opened your eyes. 

“It’s alright. I’m earlier than expected.” You always tried to be as friendly as you possibly could to Camille and the rest of the maids, but there must have been venom in your voice, because she looked at you uncertainly. You cocked an eyebrow and she hurried away into the dressing room. Letting out a long breath, a not-quite-sigh, you pulled off the leather boots on your feet. 

You were braiding your hair when Camille returned. Fingers deftly finishing off your second braid, you stood and took the clothing from her. She gave a slight bow and left. Stripping yourself to your underclothes, you pulled on your training clothing.

A bodysuit in the richest shade of Heart red. It stuck to your skin as if it was part of you, giving you full range of motion. You had been told that the special material regulated body temperature and absorbed sweat.  Laceless leather boots, bleached and dyed to a matching red. You looked dangerous, every part the queen’s champion. 

Turning to leave, you passed the mirror without looking into it. No point. Your own appearance was ingrained into your mind, from the portraits of you in the hallways, from seeing your reflection in the blades of your knives.

“I’m heading to train,” you called out to Camille. Before a response could reach your ears, you were out the door. 

You hated the arena. It was an oasis, it was a prison, it was a nightmare. It smelled of floors scrubbed clean of blood a hundred times over; to no avail, because blood and despair and pain were in the very essence of the place. It was in the air, in the walls, in the racks upon racks of weapons. It was the place where you slowly ruined yourself over the course of years, done things so terrible until you weren’t sure what you were. Certainly not human; certainly not any being with a soul. And then you returned to this place again to drown yourself in sweat and exhaustion - to forget what you were and the blood on your hands.

“Lady y/n.” You snapped your head towards the voice and saw the captain of the Clubs, General Seo Changbin. He had taken over his predecessor’s role as your trainer ever since he was appointed three years ago. Three years and you had never once spoken to him. Only followed his orders, to run faster, jump higher, punch harder. He doubled down on you with no sympathy, but that was alright with you. The more tired you were, the more painful it was, the better. 

Changbin clapped his hands and in marched twelve armored Clubs, each carrying a sword and shield. You turned your head to look at them. They were closely followed by an army of medics carrying stretchers. You counted thirteen in total. You looked back at him.

“Today you will spar these Clubs.” He gestured towards them with his head. “They are twelve of my best. The fight ends when one side is unable to continue. Both sides have permission to draw blood. Arm yourself with weapons of choice.”

You looked carefully at the twelve Clubs for a moment. Not Eights. The number of white Clubs on their breastplates marked them as Tens. You turned and headed into the weapon vault. 

It was a room adjacent to the arena, filled with shelves upon shelves of weapons of all sorts. From standards: knives, spears, bombs, guns, to some that gave you more creative freedom: a rope, tape, a large horseshoe magnet, boxes of matches. 

Knives would work best for this one. The weak spots in the armor were sparse and few and miniscule, because they had been designed by the prince, the greatest mind in all of Wonderland.

You slid two knives into hidden pockets on either side of your hips and several more into the concealed belt sewn into your suit. You picked out the last pair to hold in your hands. After ensuring that all the knives were secure and invisible, you reentered the arena. 

Changbin looked you over once, face as unreadable as ever and gestured you towards the center of the floor where the twelve Clubs were lined up, four rows of three. You approached them and stood at the ready.

“The lady will initiate the fight. Start when you are ready.” Changbin called from the side.

You felt the familiar rush of blood in your ears, drowning out all other feeling. Your muscles relaxed perceptibly and you felt a sudden urge to laugh, like you were high. But you didn’t. You just adjusted your grip on your knives and mentally went over your strategy. Pierce through the weak spots (armpits, backs of the knees, chins), limit their range of motion, then take them out.

One by one.

Easy enough.

You looked at the Clubs. They had not moved. So you started them off, to get a sense of their strategy. You took a step towards them. The effect was instantaneous. They fanned out, quickly surrounding you on all sides, shields up, spears pointing at you.

You waited. 

Finally, you heard a soft, telltale clink from behind you. With lightning reflexes, you whipped around just as a Spade broke rank and lunged towards you.

Thirty minutes later, everything was going well. The medics had carried away nine of the twelve Clubs. There was a long gash on your cheek where a spear had raked you and you were pretty sure some of your ribs had cracked. You had all but two knives left. You set your sights upon a Spade who was limping from a knife in the back of his knee.

You dodged a thrust from his spear and jumped into the air, arms above your head to bring a knife down on him. He lifted his shield above his head and your knife sank into it with a hollow thud. Landing quickly, in the second he let down his guard, you grabbed his spear and shoved the butt as hard as you could into his gut. He lurched backwards with a groan. You pounced, slipping your last knife from the belt you shoved it up into his chin, twisted, and pulled it out. 

He crumpled to the floor, gasping for breath as blood gurgled and dripped from underneath his helmet. 

You whirled around, only to feel a white-hot, searing pain tear through your body from your left side. You turned your head to the side and saw another spade, one that you had stabbed in the arm, holding onto the spear which was now impaling you.

A wave of disappointment washed over you. Stupid, rookie mistake. Always keep track of every hostile. As you mentally berated yourself, the dark, black, agony crashed into you again like a tidal wave. You wobbled and fell to your knees. Your face contorted in pain; you hadn't felt such pain, such blinding, such horrible pain in years. You hadn't done this poorly in years.

The Spade had discarded his shield, which would have been a fatal mistake had you not been preoccupied with the other one. He shoved the spear deeper into your side and you gritted your teeth. The feeling of your body hitting the ground registered vaguely in the back of your mind, the mind-boggling agony being at the forefront of your consciousness. 

You lay there on your back, fighting the black that crept along the sides of your vision. Changbin’s blurry face materialized above you, as icy as ever.

“Abysmal, my lady.” You stared blankly at him. His face betrayed no emotion. Your mind was becoming hazier and so you waited patiently as the pain settled in, until the darkness finally swallowed you.

The first thing you noticed was the tingling. A gentle buzzing sensation throughout your entire body. Then, the exhaustion. It hit you like a truck, and you felt your consciousness almost slip away from you.

With a great effort, your eyes fluttered open.

You were lying in a revival chamber, an invention of the prince’s. It was a glass coffin of sorts, filled with a clear liquid, thicker than water, like syrup. You floated in it, naked, submerged save for your face. The liquid was another invention of the prince’s, an artificial stimulator for your cells, speeding up their life cycles by hundredfolds, that entered the body through the skin. The buzzing sensation was a side effect. 

A medic’s face appeared through the glass, peering down at you, then disappeared again. A moment later, the top of the chamber was opened. You sat up stiffly, and glanced down at your side. The spot where the spear had punctured you was smooth, as pristine as it had been before, if a little sore. 

The medic helped you out of the chamber into a robe, and sat you down on the examination table. She picked up a syringe from a tray.

"My lady, the recovery formula." She held up the syringe.

You held your arm out to her and she jabbed the needle into your arm with expert, robotic motions. You felt some energy returning to your body.

“My lady, we'll ask that you stay in the revival ward for a few more minutes, until the residual stimulator has been absorbed into your skin.” You nodded. “The prince will be arriving shortly to do a short, follow-up examination of your condition. He will release you if all is well. We suggest that you ingest as much food as you can afterwards to help your body recover.” You did not reply.

Of course. Every visit to the revival ward always came with a visit from the prince. It was not procedure for him to personally attend to revivals. Only yours, for some reason that you could not understand. The medic left you to your thoughts.

You had known the prince for your entire life. He was the only other child that had grown up in the castle, the only other person who had even an inkling of understanding what your life was like. Because while you had been forced into becoming the queen’s executioner/personal bodyguard/assassin, the prince’s skill set was a bit different from yours. 

He was a genius. It was discovered when he had turned seven, and shortly thereafter, he proceeded to propel science in Wonderland at an alarmingly quick rate. To say the queen had been delighted was an understatement. He quickly became the middleman between her and her twisted fantasies, unleashing a new level of sadism within her. 

You heard the sound of the door being pushed in, footsteps moving towards you. You looked forward, absolutely still, ignoring him.

At her command, he had created a mutant for her. A group of genetically enhanced people. Her personal guard, the Eights of Clubs. They were all tall, handsome, obedient, with superhuman strength. They were also extremely well-endowed, even unnaturally so, to satisfy the queen’s sexual urges. On many nights, her loud sounds of pleasure filtered through the halls of the castle.

The sound of disposable gloves slapping against skin filled the silent ward.

After his success with the Eights, as they were called, she ordered him to create more. He was given access to all the prisoners, whom he experimented on. He combined them with animal and insect DNA, reversed their aging processes, turned them into monsters.Then when you were twelve, after killing a mutant that had escaped from his lab, the queen had the clever idea of making you fight them for her entertainment. And about then was when your life started becoming what it was today.

The prince moved into your line of sight. He approached you, staring directly into your eyes. You stared back. His tortured yet beautiful face, sharp nose, heart-shaped mouth, his eyes. Desperate eyes, unhinged eyes, I’m-doing-my-best-not-to-cry eyes. He sure did take the pain differently than you did.       

You killed mutant after mutant, not quite animals, not quite people, more like monsters. You noticed nauseously that they seemed to become especially human right before they died. The queen requested methods of death; it became her favorite pastime, coming up with the goriest, most painful methods of death for the mutants. You put on these secret shows for her, but the screams of pain- sometimes yours, sometimes the mutant's- were hard to mask. Rumors formulated and circulated throughout the castle, rumors of your and the prince's involvement in some sort of agreement with the queen. Like this, you and the prince, barely thirteen, were thrust into the cycle.

You and the prince, barely thirteen, were eaten alive by self-disgust and abject horror.

Whereas your coping mechanism turned you into a soulless shell of a person, he didn’t. He simply retreated into his own brain, into his lair of a lab, drowning in his work a little more everyday. Personally, you were of the opinion that he would go mad like his mother. You wondered how he would use you when he did. But for now, he was still able to display emotion in moderation, he was still kind to the best of his ability, he was still alive. 

“Y/N.” It was a curious tone of voice. Soft and flat -  emotionless but gentle.

“Your highness.” You saw your reflection in his eyes. 

“You broke two ribs and practically destroyed your spleen and liver. You suffered a serious concussion. You were in an emergency chamber for several hours, there was so much internal bleeding." His eyes searched yours. "This is getting dangerous.”

“I have full confidence in your abilities and technology, your highness,” you monotoned. “Your genius is unrivaled in this realm and-”

“Y/N, stop.” He cut you off. “Don’t, don’t you start that garbage with me. We're beyond that, you and I.” He puts his thumb and pointer finger several millimeters away from each other.  “You were this close to dying. It wasn't just scrapes like normal!” These emotional displays of his always irritated you to no end.

“Your highness, I’m deeply sorry to have troubled you. I assure you, this will never happen again. It was an unusual mistake on my part, I promise-” You were interrupted again. 

“Y/N,” his voice lowered back to its normal volume. “Y/N, don’t lie. I’m not an idiot. You’re not an idiot. I’ve had you in here far too many times for this to work.” You saw a veil lift momentarily over his eyes. He looked at you, pleading. “I’m asking you to please stop, stop training like this. You’re cutting it too close, I can’t go on like this. You can’t go on like this.”

Something in you snapped quietly. You gave him a look of disgust. 

“Who are you to tell me what the fuck I can or can’t do, Jeongin?” You hissed. Quietly, biting, with eyes narrowed. “You said so yourself, you’ve had me in here so many times before, I’ve never had to put up with your pathetic complaints before. What’s the difference?” His eyes darkened with annoyance. 

“The difference, Y/N, was that you nearly died this time! I didn’t tell anyone, I’m the genius, I’m supposed to know what I’m doing, but this time, I was working in the dark! Blindly! I was praying for you to make it through alive!” His voice rose again.

“Oh, praying were we? Why are you so stressed out about this?” You sneered at him. “What’s it to you whether I make it through alive or not? Maybe I want to die, hmm?” The veil that had lifted from his eyes momentarily seemed to settle down again. 

“It matters because you are a symbol of power to our people, and an important member of the court to my mother. Your death would be catastrophic, politically and within the castle.” He said. He looked at you stubbornly. 

“Don’t you lie to me.” The previous angry fire in your voice had gone out. Now you were only tired. “You only want me alive so you don’t have to be the only one who suffers the way that you do.”

There was no reply from the prince at that. He only backed away a few feet and turned away from you.

“Fine. I will tell General Changbin that all training activities and scheduling must run through me for approval first.” You stared at the back of his head, a multitude of emotion rising to your chest. First anger, then panic, then realization. You knew that allowing this to happen was a bad idea. A very bad idea. But you were tired. So tired. Your body had recently come out of overdrive from recovering from your injuries and you had very little energy. You felt the last shreds of will leave you. 

“Whatever. Suit yourself, Jeongin.”

He turned with his face stony. 

“Now the exam, Y/N.” 

“Fine.”

return to series masterlist//next chapter

okey dokey this was my first writing post, thank you to those who gave it a chance and made it to the end 🤗

feedback+REBLOGS+suggestions+CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM(!) would be very much appreciated :)

btw if someone wants to beta read these for me, send me an ask! or if you have any questions, comments, or anything else!

xoxo

Seren

[trulyjeongin]

said it once i'll say it again, i.n. in 'the sound' was ethereal !!!!!!!!!

[stray-lily]

[23:40]: Maknae on Top

-businessman/gang leader I.N.!au -bodyguards chan and changbin!au -an au basically inspired by the maknae on top mv

word count: 2k warnings: a sassy maknae, weapons (only mentioned)

"I truly believe we could have a strong alliance, Yang."

The desperate man didn't hear the scoff of the young man opposite to him at the meeting table. How could he, especially over that erratic heartbeat?

Twelve were seated at the dark wood table, the opposite end of the table filled by the thirteenth, the speaker. The room was sealed and monitored with backup systems upon backup systems, along with many other protocols Yang Jeongin didn't care to know the details of. They were, of course, created by his most trusted bodyguards. One of them stood just behind Jeongin's seat, his arms crossed in front of him to conceal the handgun he kept on him. The other was patrolling the floors in case this man decided to try anything like a fool would.

Jeongin pegged this one, out of everyone in the room, to be such a fool. He appeared an outsider, too, glancing around for a sense of comfort that this place would never give him. His lack of respect for the young businessman led him to wonder if he was used to being the top man in his neck of the woods.

It was time someone put him in his place.

Jeongin crooked his head, still scowling intensely at the man. While he was able to hide his shaking body in that navy suit, he was a menace at hiding the waver in his voice. Was he even trying?

The man, as expected, couldn't hold his eyes with Jeongin's, instead flicked them around to the other suited men in the room. He's worse than the receptionist.

Not many could stand his sharp eyes for long. Granted, he had a resting face to compliment the piercing eyes, but he nonetheless found it to become a little game. It was one of the few things he found amusement in anymore.

The ones that held his gaze longer? Those were who he tended to take interest in. Like his guards—CB and Spear, as their codes called them. They both kept their full names a secret from everyone but Jeongin himself. Even those coded names were secret to anyone on the right side of the law, being mere ghostly rumors to officers. Like the woman on the third floor.

No, he scowled deeper, not realizing the man flinched with fear of saying a wrong word he didn't recall. This is not about her, nor will it ever be.

"A-and this alliance, Yang, would ensure a-a rise in our respective shares..."

Oh, he was still rambling? Jeongin had a hard time not rolling his eyes.

This was the fifth time the man had referred to him by that family name. Yes, he was young for such a position as the head of his family's company. Age was no excuse for the biting manner he spoke that name, loathing to have to plead for this alliance. But the way she spoke it...

Knock it off.

"You seem on edge, sir," a new voice rose in the tense room, where thirteen pairs of eyes shift their gazes to. Was this the advisor? Jeongin could've laughed—even the advisor was fed up with the sickly, whining rant of the shaky man.

He stood and, placing a hand on his pectoral and extending the other to his chair, cued Navy Suit to sit. But Jeongin's eyes narrowed.

For a brief moment, the equally rare and infamous hook tattoo was visible just above his wrist. The dark ink didn't stand out as much against his leathery skin, but Jeongin would recognize it anywhere.

It begged the question, did his grey suit truly betray him, or did the man want him to see?

He'd have to speak with CB about it, then fill Spear in later. Jeongin held no doubt that he recognized the marking, too. Very few details like that went past his radar, even mentioning the smallest changes he saw in Jeongin when something was wrong—the man had eyes like a hawk.

Both guards were formidable allies in a world such as this.

"If I may, sir," the advisor continued, stepping from behind the other to the other end of the table, taking the spot far more comfortably than the other had. "I believe Mr. Wilfred wished to appease you amidst his ramblings." Navy Suit's ears flushed beet red, others chuckled. "He spoke so long and so quick because, as we all know, I imagine, your reputation precedes you, sir..."

The gentleman trailed off, spinning his own flourish on the exact words Navy Suit—right, Wilfred—just said. But, Jeongin had to admit, his voice was much smoother to the ears.

His honeyed voice likely was how he worked his way up to the strings around Wilfred, as even Jeongin, who admittedly wasn't paying much attention to either, could pick up on the similarities to each set of words. Not a puppet nor its master were welcome anywhere near his secrets—but they didn't need to learn that.

The advisor's mouth moved, but Jeongin still didn't listen. CB could fill him in on anything important, if there was any.

He forced himself to focus again when the unmistakable, glowering growl of his guard rumbles in his ear. That rumble was always a warning: the next move he'd make would be for his gun or knife, each to kill.

Jeongin realized that he'd been following the gentleman with unfocused eyes. He stood at the border of too close—couldn't he see the annoyance laced in his eyes? Everyone else could, apparent by the way they sucked in and held their breaths.

"So?" The advisor looked down at Jeongin, standing with his hands clasped in front of him, poised with a disgusting confidence that made the younger raise a brow. "Can we shake a deal, sign the date this alliance was formed?"

Jeongin was always good at controlling the puppet masters.

With a fake half-smile, he lied through his teeth. "Allow me a copy of all of your papers, let me speak it over with a few others privately, and we'll talk."

The puppet master smiled, proud of the shape of his lies, unaware that the lies he's been fed have only just begun.

Jeongin dismissed the group, accepting the bow the puppet master and his puppet gave him with a forward tilt of his head. Hopefully, one or both of them would do something that would warrant a strike by a faceless gang leader that was in power long before Jeongin took the business over. I.N., the leader called himself, and that was a name whispered in most every meeting. What if this turns I.N.'s gaze to us next? Would he target us?

How amusing those comments were, as the very leader they feared was in the same room as they were. Hiding in plain sight.

"Be honest," CB said after the door closed behind the last man, using that voice that Jeongin knew all-too-well. "How much of that did you listen to?"

"Minimal, my friend."

He rolled his eyes. "They're gone. You know you can—"

"Ah, ah! Someone might be listening."

"Still paranoid, I see," he replied in that gruff voice people seemed to swoon over. He was endlessly ogled at by men and women alike, sometimes he'd flirt back, but it never interfered with his job. Jeongin respected that more than he thought he would.

"I'm still alive, am I not?" He challenged the other by raising a brow. He's delightfully met by the silence of his guard, who began the sweep of the room for any sort of foreign devices.

Moments after the search was proven empty, a knock rapped against the door. Three, Jeongin imagined CB would note, sharp and quick.

CB opened the door, his dark clothing moving around him and heavy boots being surprisingly quiet. He peered through before opening it wider. Spear walked through, tugging a young woman behind him that looked rather lean next to his built form.

She was tall, maybe a few centimeters shorter than CB if she stood next to him, but that didn't stop her from wearing heeled boots with her neat attire. Jeongin knew who she was the moment she shifted her gaze from the muscular guard to him.

The woman from floor three.

"I think you'll want to hear her out," Spear said, though it sounded more throaty with the faint irritancy that rolled off of him. She seemed to pick up on that, too. Did something happen in their encounter?

Jeongin wondered if she was anything like that receptionist in the rare times that one's been with all three in a room. It didn't seem that way when she had to deliver things to his office, but still. Would this woman fantasize a pleasurable night with the three? Or would she shake like a leaf the minute she was in their limelight?

She saw Spear's phrase as her cue to step out from behind the guard, stealing her wrist from his hard grasp. Seems neither aroused nor fearful. Nice change. She held up her phone with a poorly lit photo that made Jeongin frown.

"Why would I want to see a bad photo of a desk?"

"Not the desk," she said, sighing deeply with it. "What's against the leg and the underside."

Jeongin scowled at her tone, but looked anyway. If Spear said it was worth it, it was. He trusted him.

Just as she said, between the angle where the underside of the writing desk met the straight board acting as a leg was a thin black cube.

"Where is this?"

"The spare desk by the stairs, sir. The one company guests use. I was asked to tidy up after one of the last guests when I noticed it."

Jeongin tilted his head. "And is it with you?"

"I didn't remove it, no. Seems someone thought that was an ideal spot to monitor, and you can't track a destroyed device." She covered her phone with her hands, clasped gracefully in front of her. Her shoulders were rolled back comfortably, and she held Jeongin's sharpening gaze as it was. "As it's your company, I hoped to tell you in person, sir, so it would be dealt with as you saw fit."

"You spoke to no one else of this before you found him?" Jeongin's eyes flicked to Spear, alluding to who he referred to without saying the forbidden name.

"No one, sir."

Perhaps she could become his set of eyes and ears. She wouldn't be nearly as intimidating as his guards. She'd be able to creep around where the three of them would not be able to so as easily.

"Good."

Jeongin paused, flicking his eyes to Spear first. His arms were crossed over, showing off the muscular arms he used to slightly envy. The familiar scowl was prominent on his face, even if it was partially shrouded partially by a mask. It was the slightest shift of his chin down that let him know he was likely thinking similarly.

He looked at CB next. He was much easier to read than Spear but held an equally intimidating scowl that few could read beyond. He grit his jaw, more apprehensive in the young man's idea that he no doubt caught on to. But CB knew the other side of the law better than any of the three—he was, of course, raised far outside it—and he knew the importance of subtle, trusted intel.

He turned back to the young woman. She stood just as strong as she did before, but her gaze darted between the three men more often than before. She caught on to the presence of a silent conversation, but seemed wary of what it could be about.

Mind set, Jeongin tipped his head down to stare at her face. He was surprised how quickly she met it, and how firmly she stayed matched it. He let one side of his lip lift softly before speaking in a low tone.

"How are you with secrets?"

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a/n: a friend of mine got this bop stuck in my head again so i decided to roll fully with it and do a gang leader/businessman i.n.-with-bodyguards-au of sorts :) and as a tall stay, i had to include a tall gal😅

idk i kinda like how it turned out...part of me wants to make this into a full series (whelp)

and 230208—happy IN day! this has been in my drafts for a number of months (whoops) and i don't think there's a better time to post it :) a happy birthday to our baby bread <3

hope you enjoyed this little distraction from life! take care loves! -nyx <3

[staystats]

ODDINARY Poll Results!

On March 17, 2022, Stray Kids released their second full album, “ODDINARY”. A couple weeks later, STAYSTATS ran a poll (that pathetically lasted for a month, more or less) asking STAYs for their thoughts on the era in general!

Here are the results. 

In total, 50 STAYs participated in this poll. Of those 50 STAYs, 36 of them (72%) consider Stray Kids as their ult group, with 26 (13%) saying that they follow other K-Pop groups along with Stray Kids. There was also 1 casual listener of Stray Kids, so thank you to them for participating!

When asked to select their favorite song in “ODDINARY”, these results were returned. For roughly half of the survey period, “Charmer” had half the votes! Ultimately, it gained 17 votes (34%) total. “Venom” is in second place with 8 votes (16%) total, and to my surprise, the title track “MANIAC” tied with “Waiting for Us”, both receiving 7 votes (14% each). 

But what about their favorite parts in any of the songs in the album? Based on skimming through the comments, “Charmer”, “MANIAC”, “Muddy Waters”, and “Venom” appeared to have the most “killing” parts in the album! Some common answers included:

Changbin’s Pre-Chorus in “MANIAC” (”Poppin!”)

Rap Verses in “Muddy Waters” (more specifically, Felix’s beginning verse)

Hyunjin’s Rap in “Venom”

Changbin’s Beat-Boxing Rap in “Charmer”

Hyunjin’s “Ddang” in “FREEZE”

I also surveyed them on their favorite part of “MANIAC”’s choreography, but to nobody’s surprise, the pre-chorus (POPPIN) and chorus parts took the cake. 

Time to focus on the members! It’s common in the K-Pop industry to associate a group’s era with a member, so who in Stray Kids claims this era as theirs? Literally no surprise whatsoever, it’s Changbin with 11 votes (22%)! Lee Know takes second place with 10 votes (20%), and Bang Chan somehow got 0 votes...? #justiceforchan

And then I asked STAYs who had the best styling overall this era, to which Felix won with 13 votes (26%). Hyunjin comes second with 10 votes (20%), and Changbin follows with 8 votes (16%). I also asked them for their favorite outfit, but these results have been delayed for far too long, and I cannot force myself to look for specific outfits spanning across tons of performances online. Sorry!

But where does “MANIAC” fall on their list of masterful title tracks? Was it any good to begin with? The answer is yes. With only 2 people ranking the song below an 8 on a 1-10 scale (10 being best), it’s safe to say that Stray Kids really nailed this comeback! 20 STAYs (40%) ranked “MANIAC” with a perfect 10 out of 10!

The album in general also lines up with the previous data, as “ODDINARY” received overwhelming positive rankings! 22 STAYs (44%) gave the album a perfect 10, with only 3 (6%) giving it a 7, which was the lowest score given. 

How does “ODDINARY” fare with the rest of Stray Kid’s albums? I asked STAYs “Where does ‘ODDINARY’ fall if you were to rank the albums from best to worst?” After a brief skim through of the responses, a lot of STAYs did not put “ODDINARY” on top! Instead, they slid it in second or third place. Only a couple people, maybe 5 at most, put “ODDINARY” in the lower end of their rankings, though, so still pretty solid. There was also one or two who completely refused to rank the albums, and I think that says a lot about Stray Kid’s discography :)

Overall, the comments revolving around “ODDINARY” are extremely positive! Lots of STAYs pointed out how the album kept Stray Kid’s unique and authentic music while still taking a different approach on it, even saying how it sounds like 3RACHA’s predebut tracks. Quite a few mentioned the creativity put into the instrumentals and ad-libs, and generally stated how the album is cohesive and has no skips. 

Thank you to those who participated in this survey, and thank YOU for reading until the very end! Currently, I am hosting a small poll in correlation to pride month, and would love for you to participate too (even if you’re not LGBTQI+)! Hope you enjoyed this research project of mine :)

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@starrynpy @seungrachas @gwynsapphire @blueprint-han @sunflowers-rae @yoongisleftearring @dimplesnanon @crispy-chan @bossuns @ificouldhelpyouforget @hanjesungs @wingkkun @skz-said-stay @elizalabs3 @deafeninghoundcreatorweasel @solarswonderland @aroseharder @yoongle-boongle @peachy-flxwer

[clairdelilacart]

It's been a while since this MV came out and it's Spring here in Australia but idk this outfit came back into mind this week and I had to paint it.

[cherrysweetuniverse]

[chanlix-honey]

warning: minors dni!! this is a +18 post. fingering, daddy kink jeongin x reader

a/n: Wanted to get back into writing again, so I started a fan page for skz works I want to put out!! (also for mutuals, please feel free to reach out) ☺️🩷

I got a couple works on the way...here's a little taste of what's to come...enjoy!

Thirty minutes pass by. Then an hour. You continue to stare at your phone, as the screen is the only thing illuminating the room. You turned off the tv fifteen minutes ago. The barely-eaten pizza stares at you, as the box is only slightly open. You dejectedly scroll through TikTok, skipping fan edits of your boyfriend Jeongin performing on the multitude of stages all over the world. You skip all, except one. A fan edit of his teasing lip-licking moments on stage, and the pit of  your stomach feels engulfed by the flames of arousal. You let the video play once. Twice. Three times. Before you know it, your fingers are rubbing your clit to the ever-playing fan edit, desperately wishing your hand was his mouth and that teasing tongue.

“Ah, ah, daddy~” you mumble. You wouldn’t dare wake him up with your lewd sounds. Last time you made a mistake—let’s just say you couldn’t get out of bed the next day and a half.

Yet, your voice fails you and you squeak when you accidently pinch your clit, and your body shivers. You choke at your clumsiness and tears roll off your cheeks. Daddy-! You tremble, just about to cum.  Consumed in your pleasure, you don’t hear your boyfriend getting up from bed. He woke up from his nap just before you made the terrible decision to play with yourself. First, he heard you watching tiktoks—specifically the one that aroused you in the first place. And then he heard it again..and again. Like you stopped scrolling. Then, he started hearing your pretty little moans. Once he arrived in the phone-illuminated living room, he put the pieces together. He had actually been standing around watching you as he heard your cute little whimpers begging for a release. It seems that you weren’t as quiet as you thought. “My, my, babygirl..did the words ‘wait for me’ slip your mind?” you yelp.

[dirtykpopsnaps]

Here’s the request for Jeo!

[huiracha]

SKZ’S MAGIC SCHOOL FEAST ♡

[hyunchanz]

cute!

[foxinys]

JEONGIN at ASEA Red Carpet 2024