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Past Midnight

this is my first work lol take it easy on me 🫣

wc//: 1131 😮‍💨

cw//: smut, fingering, oral, nipple play, squirting

insomnia is a bitch.

it’s something you’ve been dealing with for a few years now, and even after all the doctors visits and brown noise youtube videos you’re still suffering from it’s effects. unable to stay awake at your job, you were fired a few weeks ago, which didn’t surprise you but was still a hassle nonetheless. now all you had to your name was two months left on your lease, half a box of cold pizza in the fridge, and a phone full of useless contacts.

well…mostly useless.

you thought about her again. your kryptonite. the woman who made your knees go weak at just the sound of her voice. yoo jeongyeon. your one time girlfriend and current ex-girlfriend. yeah, ex-girlfriend. the breakup was amicable, you two just kinda fell out of love after a while. the sex was amazing (so fucking amazing) but the compatibility just wasn’t on the same level. it took some getting used to, not having her around. but you were strong. you could manage.

“you up?”

good job. you just texted your ex-gf at almost 2 o’clock in the damn morning just for what? emotional support? it couldn’t be because you missed her touch. missed her silky-sweet voice. missed the way she..

“yeah. what’s up?” she replied.

fuck. okay you didn’t think this far ahead. what do you reply? surely you’ve got something up your sleeve.

“i need you.”

yeah…that works. you pace back and forth in your apartment, hoping she’d get there quickly. you didn’t even bother dressing up for the occasion, thinking she’d just accept you as you were. messy bun, oversized t-shirt and a pair of silk panties shouldn’t be too bad. the bunny slippers were a nice, homely touch. the pacing began to slow when you read her latest text to you;

“buzz me in.”

it didn’t take you long to press the button letting her into the apartment building, and after a quick elevator ride…there she was. at your door after all these months. you could feel your stomach flutter and your heart pound in your chest. your palms were damp from nerves and so were your panties. you hadn’t prepped for this but you were ready.

“hey, beautiful. miss me?” she asked with a sly grin.

jeongyeon was still the same, even after months of being away. her shoulder length black hair draped around her face gently, highlighting her soft features. her lips were full and plump, the part of her face you loved the most. just begging to be kissed.

and kissed they were. your lips met, all the tension in the room sweltering and coming to a boiling point. your knees almost gave out on you, but jeongyeon’s strong grip held you firm in place. she pulled you even closer, allowing you to share in her warmth. you couldn’t even tell she was dragging you towards the couch, your tongues battling for supremacy. wet, passionate kisses echoed through the living room, a few moans breaking the bout.

she laid you down on the couch, positioning herself right in front of you. her kisses were soft, dragging her lips and even some tongue across your neck and under your ear. you could feel your skin tingle and the goosebumps spread. complete control, that’s what she had over you. you felt yourself grow more and more aroused by the second, her soft hands lightly caressing your ass and thighs.

jeongyeon reached down, gripping your panties in a handful. “these have to go.”

in one swift motion, she tore the drenched garment away, unveiling your glistening pussy. the strings of wetness trailed along with it, showing jeongyeon just how much you missed her. she smiled up at you, her eyes narrowed and playful like a mischievous cat. and just like a cat, she lurched down towards your folds, licking and lapping away. your moans and whimpers just drove her to go even harder, spreading her saliva all over your clit as she licked and sucked away. her eyes never left yours the entire time, she wanted to take your soul.

her fingers creeped up onto your chest, softly twisting and pinching your nipples. she placed her fingers into your warmth, covering them in your juices, only to then allow you to taste yourself. she went back to working your nipples only more aggressively. tugging and pinching, the sensory overload began to overwhelm your senses. at this point you weren’t even moaning, you were just full blown screaming her name. jeongyeon, jeongyeon, jeongyeon. her name echoed in your head, rippled across the goosebumps on your skin, and surely burned itself in your neighbors minds. you could feel the fire in your belly just grow, expanding until you couldn’t contain it any longer. you needed release.

jeongyeon’s other hand began working your pussy ever so gently. her mouth suckled your clit but her fingers slowly worked in and out of you, soaked with your desire. she smirked as she felt you drip all over her hand. she was only using one finger but she figured you could take three. with one motion she stuffed you full, feeling you squirm from how good it felt. her eyes never left yours. you could feel the depths of her love for you piercing your gaze, the warmth from your belly spreading to your chest. you clenched around her fingers as she fucked you, a constant motion in and out.

“fuck baby, please!” you cried out. “please make me cum.”

jeongyeon knew she had you. she placed her tongue right at your entrance, tongue fucking you while she rubbed your clit with the hand she fucked you with. her finger then snaked its way inside of you, softly nudging against your g-spot. switching her mouth onto your clit whilst rubbing you to ecstasy, you could feel it building up. you could feel yourself reaching the breaking point. like a crack in a dam, you were so close to bursting.

your back arched into the sky, your body tensing up as you released all the fire building inside you. well, it felt like fire to you. for her mouth, it was more like water. pushing out of you was a wave, squirting all over her pretty face. she slurped it all up with a smile, kissing your thighs while you rode your high.

“fuck.” you said softly.

it had been so damned long since you squirted, but yoo jeongyeon was able to bring that side of you to the forefront. something about this powerful woman just made you melt into her slut again. nothing could be better. as she drew you into her arms, cuddling you into the night, your mind wandered back to the moment you sent that text as you drifted asleep.

good job indeed.

“I got you” is just soo good, the mv the aesthetics, and the additional add of the red string of faith aspect really just pulled at the strings of my heart.

WIPS

✅ - Completed ⏯️ - Working on ❌ - Just an idea

Jihyo X Reader oneshot - How you met ✅

You go to Twice's concert with your 8 year old daughter, who is crazy about them, as a birthday present you got meet and greet tickets

Nayeon x Reader oneshot - How you met ✅

You were just a regular grocery store cashier when a pretty girl walks in with a group of other pretty girls.

Jeongyeon x Reader oneshot - How you met ✅

You were just a simple preschool teacher who just so happened to fall in love with two of your students' mother. Jeongyeon was just a single mother to a pair of twins who fell for her children's teacher.

Chaeyoung x Reader oneshot ❌

Mina x Reader oneshot ❌

Dahyun x Reader oneshot ⏯️

Momo x Reader oneshot ⏯️

Hwasa x Reader oneshot ❌

Wheein x Reader oneshot ❌

Oh how I love to torture myself 😭

ephemeral

pairing: huh yunjin x fem!reader. genre: angst. warnings: mentions of eating disorders and depression. a/n: the entire story is yunjin's pov (but still third person limited)

the moon hung low, a pale light gently illuminating the cemetary where yunjin stood. her fingers traced over the letters on the gravestone, trying her best to keep herself together and not cry right there.

y/n y/l/n: beloved daughter, older sister, best friend, and soulmate.

the words felt uncanny, as if they belonged in someone's nightmare, and not hers. she knelt by the grave, her knees sinking softly into the freshly cut grass, and her chest tightening with the weight of unshed tears. the air was cold and dry, carrying the faint scent of flowers and the distant murmur of the nearby river.

yunjin placed a single lily of the valley on the grave, its white petals almost glowing in the darkness. her heart ached with the pain that became all too familiar to her since y/n's death—a pain that gnawed at her insides, leaving her numb.

she hadn't eaten much in days, the thought of food hurting stomach. she sometimes wonders if it's because food was y/n's favorite thing. she'd always be eating with y/n whenever she could, but now she could barely even look at or even eat food without thinking of her.

now her clothes were loose on her, her reflection in the mirror a ghost of the loud and loving person she used to be.

"i miss you, so much," yunjin whispered, her voice trembling, "i don't—"

a sob escaped her lips.

"i don't know how to do this without you."

memories of y/n flooded her mind—y/n's laughter, the way she would scrunch her nose when she didn't like something, the way she would stick her tongue out a little bit when she was doing something, the way her embrace would make yunjin feel so safe, loved, and at home.

all of that was gone now, like a dream that slipped away the moment she opened her eyes.

yunjin stayed at the y/n's grave for what felt like hours, lost in the silence, lost in her memories, before she finally forced herself to stand. the weight of grief pressed down on her, making each step she took heavier and challenging as she made her way out of the cemetery.

she continued to walk aimlessly, her feet moving in the lonely and quiet streets of the outskirts of seoul as if they had a mind of their own. her destination was bound to happen, though; she knew where she was headed even if she didn't want to look or admit it.

then the bridge came into view, its structure arching beautifully over the river that gently streamed beneath. this was their spot, where they had spent countless nights together, talking everything and nothing, the world fading around them until it felt like they were the only ones left. yunjin's breath hitched when she stepped onto the bridge, the familiar sound of dark wood and footsteps echoing in the lifelessness.

she leaned against the old woooden railing, staring down at the water that shimmered under the light of both the moon and stars. the river was a ribbon of silver, winding through the landscape, and yunjin remember how y/n used to say it was like their love—always moving, always changing, but never ending.

the memories came crashing down on her like strong ocean waves. the first time y/n had held her hand, the electric feeling that shot right through her. the way y/n kissed her so gently under this very sky, the stars reflecting in her eyes, making her feel like she was floating. the fights they had, the tears that they shed, and the ways they'd always make up right after, because their love was stronger than that had ever tried to tear them apart,

except for this. except for death.

a sob escaped escaped yunjin's lips, and she clutched the railing as if it were the only thing keeping her from falling apart. her tears fell freely now, mixing with the cold night air as she cried for everything they had lost. for the future they had planned, for the dreams they never realize. for the love that consumed her. for the love that was still there, burning inside her, with nowhere to go.

"please," she sobbed, "i just want you back."

she leaned her body forward a little, her abdomen pressing against the dark oak railing.

"i don't know how to live without you," she whispered to the wind, her voice swallowed by the night. "i don't know if i even want to."

her sobs came out faster and louder. her entire body trembled and her heart ached with pain.

she stayed there, sobbing as she let the memories once again wash over her, until she was too exhausted to keep crying. her body felt heavy, her mind numb, and all she wanted was an escape, to find some semblenace in the silence of the night.

eventually, she pushed herself away from the railing and started walking away, her steps flow and unsteady. the streets were deserted, the city asleep, but yunjin coudn't shake the feeling that she was truly the only one alone.

when she finally reached their her apartment, she felt like she was stepping into a different world—one that was once filled with love and laughter, now cold, empty, and lifeless. yunjin shut the door behind her, leaning against it as she tried to catch her breath. her eyes then fell on a burgundy colored hoodie. it was draped over the back of the couch, the one y/n wore and took off when they had their final movie night. it still smelled like her—the comforting scent of dark amber and oud, a scent y/n always used because it reminded her of her grandpa.

yunjin walked towards the couch and gently grabbed the hoodie, pulling it over her head, and inhaling deeply. the scent wrapped around her senses, embracing her like a warm embrace, and for a moment she almost pretended y/n was still there next to her, holding her, and telling her that everything was gonna be okay.

but her illusion quickly disintegrated as quickly as it formed, and yunjin was left with nothing but the traumatizing reality of her loss. she stumbled into their her room and fell onto the bed, clutching the stitch stuffed animal that y/n had won for her at a carnival for her twenty-second birthday. it was silly, a reminder of the happier moments, but it was all she had from the girl who loved her unconditionally and had once been her everything.

yunjin curled up under the covers, the feeling of y/n's hoodie and the stuffie in her arms being the only thing to keep her from falling apart once more. she reached for the remote, her fingers shaking as she turned on the tv, navigating to their favorite show—oregairu. the familiar opening theme song played, and yunjin swore she could hear y/n's voice singing along to it.

they had watched this show millions of times. laughing at the characters when they did funny things, quoting their favorite lines, imagining themselves in the world where everything seemed simpler, where love was just another thing in life and not something that could be ripped away in the blink of an eye.

yunjin's body trembled with silent sobs, the sound of the show playing the background, a cruel and constant pain that tore through her entire being. she clutched onto her stitch tigher, as if it could somehow bring y/n back, as if she could control the universe so she could turn back time and give herself one more moment with the girl she loved.

she knew better, though. yunjin knew that life didn't and would never work that way, that some things were truly ephemeral, as fleeting as a breath, as fragile as a dream. and all she could do now was hold onto the memories, even as they threatened to consume her completely.

with the show still playing in the background, yunjin's exhaustion finally caught up to her. she buried her face into her stitch stuffie, y/n's hoodie enveloping her in it's warmth, allowing her exhaustion and the darkness to consume her. in her dreams, she was with y/n again, on the bridge, under the stars, and for a fleeting moment, everything was the way it should be.

but even in her dreams, yunjin knew that nothing lasts forever. that some loves, no matter how strong and beautiful, were destined to fade away, leaving nothing but a trail of memories and an aching void where there had once been light.

and when she woke up the next morning, the sun peaking the the blackout curtains, yunjin was alone, her stitch and hoodie being the only things with her. the weight of the world pressing down on her entirely as she only realied that the only true thing for ephemeral was hope.

So cute man 🫠

heyy can you please write le sserafim reaction to 6th member having a kinda big tattoo?

—> le sserafim reaction to 6th member reader having a big tattoo (๑･̑◡･̑๑)

a/n: hii there, I'm trying to finish with all the requests and will definitely open them, expect a lot of work in the coming days ❤️

warnings: english not my native language, possibly spelling mistakes

gif not mine | pics not mine

library

sakura

when sakura found out that you had a painting of beautiful lilac flowers on your collarbone, she was delighted.

every time you wear something without a collar, she will definitely compliment you. she also has a bunch of photos on her favorite camera, where the emphasis is on your tattoo or collarbone.

she will knit tops for you that will not hide the tattoo, and after performances, she will definitely help you wash off your makeup or remove the patch that hides it, so that it will definitely be present in the photo.

chaewon

I think chaewon will definitely recognize the meaning if there is one, will look it over and over, if you did it when you started preparing for your debut or during it, will definitely help to take care of it.

I think she's the type to pair a tattoo with you. some cute phrase that you say to each other all the time. she'll also emphasize it somewhere at concerts.

yunjin

ooh, she will constantly compliment you and your tattoo. the obligatory "that's really sexy".

since the tattoo is on your thigh, she'll circle it while you're lying next to each other, or will secretly ask stylists and memebers to give you skirts and shorts, especially if the concept allows you to not hide it. your biggest hyper for sure.

kazuha

she was very surprised when she saw the kitty on the side of your belly, how could she not have noticed it before?

she really likes the way it looks, every time you wear something short, her eyes will run over the tattoo, it pleases her very much. on your birthday she will definitely add to the selection of pictures where the kitty can be clearly seen.

eunchae

when you got tattoos with member drawings, baby chae just cried. it's a huge indicator to her of your bond.

If someone asks about the relationship between members, she will point to your tattoo and say that you are a family 🥹

at one time she had a tattoo on her wallpaper 🤗

© june-k 09.09.24 — do not translate or copy my work.

She looks so good with red hair 🫠

THE LITTLE MERMAID, JOY 2025 RED VELVET'S SEASON GREETINGS

☽ drunk girlfriend mikasa ackerman headcanons ☽

did somebody say sleepy drunk? her eyes start fluttering shut after a few drinks and her cheeks have gone rosy.

mikasa would rather have drinks more on the fruity side rather than beer. they taste better and she’s not worrying about impressing anyone with her ability to pretend to like beer.

she’s also a big fan of wine. she’ll order a glass or two when you guys go out to fancy restaurants.

she’s kind of a lightweight but not the obnoxious kind. she’s just smiley and a little zoned out.

she’s a considerate drinker, she likes to match your pace. if you have 5 drinks, she’ll have 5 drinks. if you have none, she won’t have any either.

she doesn’t mind going out with the girls to the clubs but her favorite part is definitely the pregame. she loves getting buzzed with all her girlfriends, everybody getting all dolled up and complimenting each other. girl time 🫶🏻

she can get a little possessive after a few drinks. she makes sure nobody fucks with you or her friends.

your date nights often include a bottle or two of wine, comfy clothes, and a movie on tv. this almost always ends up in you two both falling asleep on the couch, only slightly drooling.

drunk mikasa is sooo lovey-dovey. she doesn’t even have to say or do anything, you can see it in her eyes.

Nayeon noooo 😞

trust?

Nayeon discovers that her girlfriend, Y/N, has been hiding a serious illness, leading to a painful confrontation that threatens to break their relationship apart.

tags :: angst, illness, arguments

wc :: 1,571

cast :: nayeon, y/n

song :: waiting room - pheobe bridgers

Nayeon stands in the kitchen, her hands moving with practiced ease as she prepares dinner. The familiar sounds of sizzling vegetables and the rhythmic chop of the knife do little to calm the growing unease in her chest. You’re late—again. It’s been happening more frequently, and Nayeon can’t shake the feeling that something is wrong.

She glances at the clock, her worry deepening. Over an hour has passed since you were supposed to be home. Her phone sits silent on the counter, no response to the texts she’s sent. Anxiety gnaws at her, and she tries to push it down, telling herself that you’re just caught up at work, as usual. But a part of her knows that’s not the full truth.

Something has been off for months. She’s noticed it in the way you’ve been distant, the way your laughter doesn’t quite reach your eyes anymore. You’ve been coming home late, your face pale and tired, the dark circles under your eyes growing more prominent. Every time she tries to ask, you brush it off, claiming it’s just stress. But Nayeon knows you better than that.

The front door creaks open, and she feels a mix of relief and dread. She turns off the stove and moves to the entrance, forcing a smile as you step inside. You look exhausted, your shoulders slumped and your skin pale, as if all the life has been drained out of you.

“Hey, you’re home,” Nayeon says, trying to keep her voice light, though it trembles with worry. “I was starting to get worried.”

You offer a weak smile, but it doesn’t reach your eyes. “Sorry, got held up at work.”

Nayeon studies your face, her heart aching at how tired you look. She steps closer, reaching out to touch your cheek, hoping to offer some comfort, but you flinch away before she can make contact. The small movement stabs at her heart, a confirmation of the distance that’s grown between you.

“What’s going on?” Nayeon asks softly, her voice filled with concern.

“Nothing,” you reply quickly, too quickly, as you move past her towards the bedroom. “I just need to change.”

She follows you, her worry growing with every step. “You’ve been acting strange for weeks. You’re always tired, you’re late, and you never tell me where you’ve been. I’m worried about you.”

You pause in the doorway of the bedroom, your back to her. “I told you, I’m just stressed. Work’s been a lot.”

Nayeon hears the fatigue in your voice, but it doesn’t explain everything. “I know work is hard, but this feels different,” she says, her voice trembling. “I feel like you’re hiding something from me.”

You don’t respond, and the silence is deafening. Nayeon’s heart pounds in her chest as she waits, hoping for some kind of reassurance. But when you don’t say anything, the fear she’s been trying to suppress bubbles to the surface.

“Please, don’t shut me out,” she whispers, taking a step closer, her voice pleading.

Your shoulders tense, and for a moment, Nayeon thinks you might finally open up. But then you sigh, shaking your head.

“I’m not hiding anything,” you say, your voice flat. “I’m just tired, Nayeon. Can we drop it?”

Her heart sinks at your words. She wants to believe you, but the emptiness in your eyes tells her something else entirely. She nods slowly, swallowing the lump in her throat.

“Okay,” she murmurs, though it feels like a lie. “I’ll go finish dinner.”

You don’t say anything as you walk into the bedroom, closing the door behind you. Nayeon stands there for a moment, staring at the closed door, feeling the weight of everything unsaid between you.

As she turns to head back to the kitchen, something catches her eye. Your bag is lying on the floor, half-open, with a small bottle of pills peeking out. Nayeon hesitates, guilt pricking at her conscience as she considers going through your things. But the worry in her chest pushes her forward.

She kneels down and gently pulls the bag open, her breath catching when she sees the bottle of pills. Her hands tremble as she picks it up, turning it over to read the label. It’s a prescription she’s never seen before, and the name of the medication sends a chill down her spine.

She’s not a doctor, but she recognizes the name. The drug is used to treat a serious, chronic illness—something much more than just stress or fatigue. Her heart races as she tries to process what she’s seeing. You’ve been taking these pills, hiding them from her, hiding your illness.

“Y/N?” Nayeon calls out, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and anger.

The bedroom door opens, and you step out, your face going pale as you see the bottle in her hand.

“Nayeon, I can explain—”

“Explain?” Her voice shakes, tears welling up in her eyes. “Explain what? That you’ve been sick this whole time and didn’t tell me? That you’ve been hiding it from me?”

Your face crumples, guilt and regret etched in every line. “I didn’t want you to worry,” you say, your voice breaking. “I didn’t want to burden you with—”

“Burden me?” Nayeon’s voice rises, the anger taking over as she steps closer to you, her grip tightening on the pill bottle. “How could you think that? We’re supposed to be in this together. You don’t get to decide what I can or can’t handle. You don’t get to shut me out like this.”

Tears begin to stream down your face as you shake your head, looking more broken than she’s ever seen you. “I didn’t want you to see me like this. I didn’t want you to feel trapped, like you had to take care of me. I thought I could handle it on my own.”

“Well, you can’t!” The words burst out of her, her voice cracking under the weight of her emotions. “You’re not handling it, Y/N. You’re falling apart, and I’m watching you slip away from me, and I don’t even know why!”

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, your voice so small, so full of pain. “I’m so sorry.”

“Sorry isn’t enough, Y/N.” Nayeon’s voice shakes, the hurt and betrayal cutting deep. “You lied to me. You made me feel like I was going crazy, like I was imagining things. And now... now I don’t even know if I can trust you.”

The room falls into a heavy silence, the air thick with the weight of her words. You look at her, your face crumpling as the reality of what you’ve done sinks in.

“Nayeon, please,” you beg, reaching out to her, desperate to bridge the gap between you. But she takes a step back, shaking her head, her heart breaking at the sight of you so vulnerable, so lost.

“No,” she says, her voice firm even as tears blur her vision. “You don’t get to ask me to forgive you right now. You don’t get to make this okay. Not after what you’ve done.”

Your hand falls back to your side, and you swallow hard, tears streaming down your face. “I... I didn’t know what else to do. I was scared.”

“We could have been scared together,” she whispers, her voice barely holding together. “But now... now I don’t even know who you are anymore.”

The words hit you like a physical blow, and you almost collapse under the weight of them. The room is suffocating, filled with nothing but the sound of your ragged breaths and the unbearable tension hanging between you.

“I think you should go,” Nayeon finally says, her voice hollow, devoid of the love that once filled it. The words feel foreign on her tongue, but she can’t see another way out of the spiral you’re both trapped in.

Your breath hitches, your eyes widening with a fresh wave of panic. “Nayeon, please...”

“Just go,” she repeats, turning her back on you, unable to bear the sight of your shattered expression. “I need some time to think.”

You don’t move at first, as if frozen in place by the realization that you’ve truly hurt her, that you might have lost her. But then you take a shaky breath, forcing your legs to carry you toward the door. Each step is heavy, filled with regret and sorrow that you both know will linger long after tonight.

You reach the door, your hand grasping the handle as if it’s the only thing keeping you upright. You turn back one last time, hoping—praying—that she’ll stop you, that she’ll say something, anything, to make this right. But Nayeon stands with her back to you, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs.

With a sob of your own, you open the door and step out into the cold night. The door closes behind you, the sound echoing in your heart like the finality of something precious slipping away.

You walk away, the cool night air biting at your skin as tears stream down your face. You thought you were protecting her, sparing her the pain of knowing, but all you’ve done is push her away. The love of your life, the one person you thought you could protect by keeping your illness a secret, is now out of reach.

As you wander aimlessly, your thoughts a whirlwind of regret and anguish, you can’t help but wonder if you’ve lost