FUCK YES THAT'S THE STUFF

"I'd break bones to keep you safe"

Felix x ex-military! male! Bodyguard! reader

Part three!

Summary: Being a famous idol came with its own risks and threats.. Which is why Chan hired a bodyguard with experience. And a certain someone falls for the protective man.

Warnings: None

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The cold concrete floor was the last thing you remembered before everything went dark. The weight of the support beams, the searing pain in your arm and shoulder, and the deafening roar of the crowd above—it all blurred into a haze of exhaustion and agony.

When you came to, the world was a blur of fluorescent lights and muffled voices. The steady beep of a heart monitor punctuated the silence. You blinked slowly, your body heavy and unresponsive, as the sterile smell of antiseptic filled your nose.

The hospital room was quiet, save for the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor and the hum of machines. Sterile white walls surrounded you, and the faint smell of antiseptic lingered in the air. Your body felt heavy, weighed down by pain and exhaustion. Your shoulder and arm were immobilized in a sling, your ribs tightly wrapped in bandages. The fractured collarbone and bruised ribs made every breath a struggle, while the deep gash on your forearm throbbed beneath layers of stitches.

Between each visit, you were left alone with your thoughts. The silence was deafening, amplifying the turmoil inside you.

 You replayed the moment under the stage—the creaking beams, the crushing weight, the sharp pain—and wondered if you could’ve done more to prevent it. You thought about how close you’d come to failing, to letting Chan’s platform collapse, to letting them down.

The guilt gnawed at you. You had protected them this time, but what about next time? What if you weren’t there? What if you weren’t strong enough?

Still, as each member entered the room, you pushed those thoughts aside. They needed comfort as much as you did.

Chan entered first, his footsteps hesitant as though he was afraid of disturbing you. His face was pale, his eyes red-rimmed from lack of sleep. He sat down beside your bed without saying a word at first, his hand gripping yours tightly.

“You shouldn’t have done it alone,” he said finally, his voice low but firm.

You smiled weakly and reached out with your good arm to pull him into a one-armed hug. 

“I didn’t have a choice,” you replied softly.

His jaw tightened as he looked away, his knuckles white from how hard he was holding your hand.

“You always put yourself on the line for us,” he said, his voice breaking slightly. “But what happens if one day we lose you?”

You squeezed his hand gently. “You won’t,” you assured him.

His lips quivered as he fought back tears. “Promise me,” he whispered.

“I promise,” you said softly.

When his tears began to fall, you gently wiped them away with your free hand. He stayed for a while longer before reluctantly leaving with one last squeeze of your hand and a quiet promise: “Rest up. We need you.”

Minho entered next with his usual stoic expression, though it didn’t hide the worry in his eyes. He stood at the foot of your bed for a moment before pulling up a chair and sitting down.

“You’re an idiot,” he said bluntly, his tone sharp but trembling slightly.

You chuckled weakly despite the pain it caused. “Thanks.”

Minho shook his head and leaned forward slightly. 

“You scared all of us,” he admitted quietly. “We thought… we thought we lost you.”

You reached out with your good hand and gently grasped his hand, squeezing it reassuringly. “I’m still here,” you replied softly.

His lips pressed into a thin line as he nodded quickly, blinking back tears before they could fall.

“Don’t do that again,” he muttered before standing up abruptly and leaving with a stiff nod.

Changbin burst into the room with an exaggerated sigh, trying to mask his worry with forced cheerfulness. He plopped into the chair beside your bed and crossed his arms dramatically.

“You’re really something else,” he said with mock frustration. “Always trying to be the hero.”

“Someone has to keep you guys out of trouble,” you teased weakly.

His grin faltered as his shoulders slumped slightly. “I hate seeing you like this,” he admitted quietly. “You’re always so strong… it’s hard seeing you hurt.”

You wrapped your good arm around him in a gentle hug. “I’ll be fine,” you assured him despite the pain radiating through your body.

Changbin stayed longer than most, cracking jokes and telling stories in an effort to distract both himself and you from the weight of the situation. When he finally left, he patted your shoulder gently and said with uncharacteristic seriousness, “Get better soon.”

Hyunjin hesitated at the door before walking in slowly, his usual confident demeanor replaced with visible anxiety. He sat down beside your bed but avoided meeting your gaze at first.

“I… I didn’t know if I should come in,” he admitted quietly.

You smiled softly and reached out to gently grasp his hand. “You should,” you replied softly.

Hyunjin’s lips trembled as he looked at you properly for the first time. “When I saw you collapse… I thought…” He trailed off, swallowing hard as tears welled up in his eyes.

You squeezed his hand reassuringly. “I’m still here,” you said weakly.

Hyunjin nodded quickly, wiping at his face with his sleeve before anger flashed across his features.

“You shouldn’t have had to do that alone,” he said bitterly. “We should’ve noticed something was wrong sooner.”

“You couldn’t have known,” you assured him gently as you wiped away his tears with your free hand.

He stayed for a while longer before leaving with one last glance over his shoulder: “Thank you—for everything.”

Han burst into the room with tears already streaming down his face despite clearly trying to hold them back. His sobs were loud enough that a nurse peeked in briefly before leaving him be.

“Why do you always have to push yourself so hard?” he demanded through choked sobs as he stood at the foot of your bed.

You reached out with your good hand and gently grasped his hand, pulling him into a one-armed hug. “Because someone has to,” you replied softly.

Han wiped at his face furiously but couldn’t stop crying as he sat down beside you. “You scared me so much,” he admitted shakily. “I thought we were going to lose you.”

You gently wiped away his tears with your free hand and whispered: “I’m not going anywhere.”

Han stayed until a nurse came in to check on you before reluctantly leaving after making sure everything was fine.

Felix entered carrying a small bouquet of flowers that looked slightly wilted from being clutched too tightly. His usual bright smile was nowhere to be seen; instead, his lips quivered as he sat down beside you.

“You’re too stubborn for your own good,” he said shakily.

“Takes one to know one,” you replied weakly with a faint smile.

Felix’s eyes filled with tears as he reached out to hold your hand gently. “Don’t ever scare us like that again,” he whispered fiercely. “Promise me.”

You squeezed his hand reassuringly and wiped away his tears when they began falling freely down his cheeks: "I'll try."

You chatted for a bit before Felix left the room.

Seungmin entered quietly, his footsteps soft as he approached your bed. His usual calm demeanor was replaced by visible worry; his lips were pressed into a thin line, and his hands fidgeted nervously at his sides.

“You look terrible,” he said bluntly, though his voice trembled slightly.

You chuckled weakly despite the pain it caused. “Thanks for the honesty.”

Seungmin pulled up a chair and sat down beside you, his gaze fixed on your bandaged arm. “I was so scared,” he admitted softly after a moment of silence. “When I saw you collapse… I didn’t know what to do.”

You reached out with your good hand and gently grasped his, squeezing it reassuringly. “I’m okay,” you said softly.

Seungmin shook his head, blinking rapidly to keep tears from falling. “You always say that,” he muttered bitterly. “But you’re not okay—you’re hurt because of us.”

“It’s not your fault,” you said firmly, your voice steady despite your exhaustion. “I did what I had to do.”

He looked away, his jaw tightening as he fought to keep his emotions in check. “I don’t know what we’d do without you,” he whispered.

“You’ll never have to find out,” you replied gently.

When a tear finally slipped down his cheek, you reached out with your free hand and wiped it away carefully. Seungmin stayed for a while longer, talking about how they’d all been worried sick and how they’d make sure nothing like this ever happened again. Before leaving, he squeezed your hand one last time and whispered, “Get better soon.”

Jeongin hesitated at the door for a long moment before finally stepping inside. His usual playful energy was nowhere to be seen; instead, he looked nervous and unsure as he approached your bed.

“I… I didn’t know if I should come in,” he admitted quietly.

“You should,” you said gently.

Jeongin sat down beside you but avoided meeting your gaze at first. His hands were clenched tightly in his lap, and his shoulders were stiff with tension.

“It’s my fault,” he blurted suddenly, tears already streaming down his face. “If I hadn’t shown you that email… if I hadn’t panicked…”

“Stop,” you interrupted firmly despite your exhaustion. You reached out with your good hand and gently grasped his trembling hand. “None of this is your fault.”

Jeongin shook his head vehemently, guilt etched deeply into his features. “But if I hadn’t told you—”

“You did exactly what you were supposed to do,” you said gently but firmly. “You told me about the threat so I could act.”

He sniffled and nodded silently but still looked unconvinced. You pulled him into a one-armed hug, letting him cry quietly against your shoulder.

“I thought we were going to lose you,” he whispered shakily.

“You won’t lose me,” you promised softly as you wiped away the tears streaking down his cheeks.

Jeongin stayed for a short while longer before reluctantly leaving with a promise that he’d work harder to protect everyone—including you.

As the member left, the silence returned—heavy and suffocating. You stared at the ceiling, replaying their words in your mind: “We thought we lost you.”, “You shouldn’t have done it alone.”, “You scared us.”

The guilt gnawed at you relentlessly. You had protected them this time, but what about next time? What if something happened while you weren’t there? What if this injury meant you couldn’t protect them anymore?

You clenched your good hand into a fist as frustration bubbled up inside you. You hated feeling helpless—hated being confined to this bed while they faced the world without you.

As visiting hours ended and each member left reluctantly, Felix returned later that night carrying a blanket tucked under one arm and a determined expression on his face.

“I’m not leaving tonight,” he announced firmly as he pulled up a chair beside your bed and draped himself in the blanket like armor against exhaustion.

“Felix…”

“No arguments.” His tone left no room for debate as he clasped your hand tightly again and settled in for what would be an unspoken vigil through the night—a silent promise that no matter what happened next, someone would be there when morning came again.

Felix talked softly about random things—funny rehearsal moments, inside jokes—but eventually fell quiet as fatigue caught up with him. He rested his head on the edge of your bed but kept holding onto your hand like it was a lifeline.

As sleep overtook him, you felt a small sense of relief wash over you—not just because someone was there but because Felix’s presence reminded you that even in moments of weakness, they would always have your back too.

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The weeks of recovery felt endless. Every stretch in physical therapy was a battle, every movement a reminder of the beams that had crushed you. The fractured collarbone, bruised ribs, and stitched gash on your arm were constant aches that weighed on your body and mind. You couldn’t shake the guilt—the fear that next time, you might not be able to protect them.

But you pushed through. 

You forced yourself to endure the pain, knowing that they were waiting for you. Their visits kept you grounded—Felix’s overnight stays, Chan’s quiet encouragement, Han’s tearful reassurances—they reminded you why you had held on so long that night.

Finally, after weeks of effort, the sling came off, the bandages were removed, and you were cleared to return to work. Walking into their dorms for the first time since the incident felt surreal.

The smell of food hit you as soon as you stepped inside—warm and inviting, a mix of grilled meat and spices that made your stomach growl despite yourself. Laughter echoed from the kitchen, followed by the clatter of plates and utensils.

“Jagae’s here!” Felix’s voice rang out as he spotted you at the door.

Before you could respond, Hyunjin appeared from around the corner with an apron tied haphazardly over his clothes. “You’re late,” he said with mock sternness, though his grin betrayed him.

“Blame traffic,” you replied dryly as he ushered you inside.

The dining table was packed with food—kimchi stew, bulgogi, japchae, rice bowls—and everyone was bustling around setting up plates and glasses. Han was trying (and failing) to balance a stack of bowls while Jeongin hurried to grab them before they fell.

“Careful!” Seungmin scolded from across the room. “We don’t need another accident.”

“I’ve got it!” Han protested just as Jeongin snatched the bowls from his hands.

Chan stood at the head of the table, directing everyone like a conductor orchestrating a symphony. 

“Hyunjin, stop eating before we start,” he said without looking up as Hyunjin tried to sneak a piece of meat off the grill.

“I’m taste-testing!” Hyunjin argued indignantly.

“You’re stealing,” Minho corrected flatly as he carried a tray of drinks to the table.

You couldn’t help but smile at the chaos as Felix pulled out a chair for you. “Sit here,” he said brightly. “You’re the guest of honor tonight.”

“I’m not a guest,” you replied with a laugh as you took your seat.

“You are tonight,” Chan said firmly as he sat down at the head of the table. “This is for you.”

As everyone settled in and began serving themselves, the teasing started almost immediately.

“Hyunjin almost burned down the kitchen earlier,” Han said with a grin.

“I did not!” Hyunjin shot back, his cheeks flushing red. “It was just… slightly overcooked.”

“Overcooked?” Minho raised an eyebrow. “It looked like charcoal.”

Hyunjin glared at him but couldn’t suppress his laughter when Minho smirked triumphantly.

Between bites of food and bursts of laughter, subtle moments of gratitude emerged.

“It’s good to have you back,” Chan said quietly during a lull in conversation.

Changbin raised his glass dramatically. “A toast to Jagae—the human shield who saved us all!”

“Don’t make it sound like I’m invincible,” you joked lightly.

“You kind of are,” Felix said earnestly from across the table, his eyes shining with sincerity.

Hyunjin nodded in agreement. “You didn’t hesitate for even a second back there.”

Seungmin added softly from beside you, “You always put us first.”

Jeongin looked down at his plate but murmured quietly, “Thank you—for everything.”

Their words settled warmly in your chest, easing some of the lingering guilt that had haunted you since that night.

As dinner wound down and plates were cleared away, Chan brought out dessert—a simple cake decorated with strawberries—and placed it in front of you.

“It’s not much,” he said sheepishly, “but we wanted to celebrate your return properly.”

You stared at the cake for a moment before looking around at them—their smiles warm and genuine—and felt an overwhelming sense of belonging wash over you.

“Thank you,” you said softly.

“No thanks needed,” Changbin replied with a grin. “You’re one of us now.”

As they began cutting slices of cake and arguing over who got the biggest piece, Felix leaned over and nudged your arm gently. “You okay?”

“I am now,” you replied honestly.

For the first time in weeks, you felt at peace—not just because your body was healing but because these eight people had become more than just idols under your protection. They were family.

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After dinner, the group decided to watch a horror movie together. The lights were dimmed, and the TV flickered to life, casting eerie shadows on the walls. Felix plopped down beside you on the couch, leaning comfortably against your non-injured shoulder.

“Felix, you’re going to get scared,” Han teased from across the room.

Felix grinned defiantly. “I’m not scared of anything.”

But as the movie progressed, it became clear that he was indeed scared. Every jump scare made him jump, his reactions loud and exaggerated as he clutched at your arm for comfort. The others laughed good-naturedly at his expense, but even they weren’t immune to the scares. Minho let out a startled yelp at one particularly intense scene, while Hyunjin covered his eyes during a gruesome moment.

You, however, remained calm throughout, a small smile playing on your lips as you watched the chaos unfold around you. It was almost amusing to see them all so on edge, their usual bravado replaced by nervous laughter and startled gasps.

“Jagae’s not even flinching,” Seungmin observed with a chuckle.

“Of course not,” Changbin replied dryly. “He’s the human shield. Nothing scares him.”

Felix leaned in closer, his voice barely above a whisper. “You’re not even scared, are you?”

You shook your head slightly. “Not really.”

He looked up at you with wide eyes. “How do you do it? You’re always so calm.”

You shrugged, trying to downplay it. “Just experience, I guess.”

But deep down, you knew it was more than that. You had faced real danger, not just movie monsters. The memories of that night under the support beam still lingered, a reminder of what true fear felt like. This was just entertainment—a way for them to bond and have fun together.

“Thanks for being my rock,” he said softly.

You smiled back at him. “Anytime.”

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The movie had ended, but Felix hadn’t moved. He was still nestled against your chest, his soft breaths steady as he slept soundly. The others were sprawled across the dorm, recovering from the adrenaline rush of jump scares and laughter. The teasing had been relentless during the movie, but now the room had settled into a calm, almost intimate atmosphere.

“Look at him,” Han whispered with a grin, gesturing toward Felix. “He’s so comfortable he fell asleep.”

“Of course he did,” Hyunjin replied, smirking. “He’s practically glued to Jagae’s side.”

“Felix has been like that for weeks now,” Seungmin added softly, his tone thoughtful. “Always sticking close to him.”

Jeongin chuckled nervously. “It’s not just because of the movie. You’ve all seen it—he’s been acting like this since… well, since forever.”

You glanced down at Felix’s peaceful face, his cheek resting lightly against your chest, and felt a pang of warmth in your chest. His presence was comforting in a way you hadn’t expected.

Minho leaned back against the couch and crossed his arms, his expression unreadable. “He admires you,” he said simply, but there was a weight to his words that made everyone pause.

“Admires?” Changbin raised an eyebrow and scoffed lightly. “That’s putting it mildly.”

“Yeah,” Han chimed in, his grin widening mischievously. “I think it’s more than admiration.”

Hyunjin smirked but didn’t say anything, his eyes flickering between Felix and you. The silence stretched for a moment before Jeongin spoke up hesitantly.

“He really cares about you,” he said quietly. “More than just… you know… as our protector.”

Seungmin nodded in agreement. “It’s obvious when you think about it.”

You looked around at them, their expressions ranging from amused to serious. They weren’t teasing anymore—not really. There was something genuine in their words, something they had been holding back until now.

“I know,” you said softly.

The room fell silent again as the others stared at you in shock.

“You… knew?” Chan asked cautiously, leaning forward slightly.

You nodded and adjusted Felix gently so he wouldn’t wake up. “I picked up on it a while ago,” you admitted. “The way he looks at me, how he always tries to stay close… it wasn’t hard to figure out.”

Hyunjin blinked at you, clearly surprised. “And? What do you think about it?”

You hesitated for a moment before answering honestly. “I care about him too,” you said quietly. “He’s… special.”

The others exchanged glances, their shock giving way to understanding smiles.

“Well,” Changbin said with a grin, breaking the tension, “that explains why he’s practically glued to you all the time.”

Han snickered and leaned closer to Hyunjin. “I bet Felix would combust if he heard this right now.”

“Let him sleep,” Chan said firmly but warmly. “He deserves it after everything.”

As the conversation shifted to lighter topics, you glanced down at Felix again and couldn’t help but smile softly. His presence was comforting—not just for him but for you as well.

For now, you let him sleep peacefully against your chest while the others continued their playful banter around the room.

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The dance studio was alive with energy, music blasting as the members rehearsed their choreography. You leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching them move in perfect synchronization. It was moments like these that reminded you why you worked so hard to protect them—they were a team, a family, and you had become part of that dynamic.

You excused yourself to the bathroom, leaving them mid-discussion about a minor adjustment in their routine. 

When you returned, the atmosphere in the room had shifted. The music had stopped, and the members were huddled together, their expressions tense and conflicted.

“Did something happen?” you asked as you stepped back into the room.

They turned toward you, startled by your sudden presence. Felix’s gaze dropped to the floor immediately, his shoulders slumping as though he couldn’t bear to look at you. Chan cleared his throat awkwardly but didn’t speak.

Hyunjin was the first to break the silence. “We heard… about the reassignment,” he said cautiously.

You frowned. “Reassignment?”

Seungmin nodded, his lips pressed into a thin line. “There’s talk that you might be transferred to another artist.”

“Because of how well you handled everything at the event,” Changbin added bitterly. “They think you’re too good for us now.”

Your eyes widened in surprise as Jeongin muttered under his breath, “They probably want him protecting someone bigger.”

Felix finally looked up, his expression more than disappointed—it was hurt. “Are you leaving us?” he asked softly, his voice trembling.

The room fell silent again, their gazes fixed on you as they waited for an answer. You could see it in their eyes—the fear of losing someone they had come to rely on not just for protection but for support and care.

You chuckled lightly, breaking the tension in the room. Their confusion was immediate.

“What’s funny about this?” Han asked sharply, his brows furrowing.

You shook your head and stepped closer to them. “I’m not leaving,” you said firmly.

Felix blinked at you, his lips parting slightly in shock. “You’re… staying?”

“I’m staying,” you repeated with a small smile. “I already told them I wasn’t interested in being reassigned.”

“But why?” Minho asked bluntly, his voice tinged with disbelief. “You could have anyone—any artist—under your protection.”

You glanced around at them—their worried faces, their vulnerability laid bare—and felt warmth spread through your chest. 

“Because I don’t want anyone else,” you admitted simply. “I want to stay here—with all of you.” Your gaze lingered on Felix just a little while longer.

The room erupted into a mix of relieved laughter and incredulous exclamations.

“You scared us!” Hyunjin exclaimed dramatically, throwing his hands in the air.

“I thought we were going to lose our human shield,” Changbin teased with a grin.

Felix didn’t say anything at first; instead, he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around your waist tightly. His head rested against your chest as he whispered softly, “Thank you.”

You returned the hug with one arm, careful not to strain your still-healing shoulder. “I’m not going anywhere,” you reassured him quietly.

As Felix pulled back reluctantly, Han smirked mischievously and nudged Hyunjin with his elbow. “See? Told you Felix would combust if Jagae left.”

“Shut up!” Felix snapped half-heartedly, his cheeks flushing pink as the others laughed.

Chan stepped forward then, his expression warm but serious. “We’re glad you’re staying,” he said sincerely. “You’ve become part of this family.”

“And we’d be lost without you,” Seungmin added softly.

Jeongin nodded quickly in agreement before blurting out nervously, “Felix would definitely be lost without you.”

“Jeongin!” Felix hissed in embarrassment as laughter filled the room again.

You shook your head fondly at their antics but felt your heart swell at their words. They weren’t just teasing—they were expressing how much they valued your presence and what it meant to have someone who cared about them beyond their roles as idols.

As rehearsal resumed and the music started up again, Felix stayed close by your side, occasionally glancing at you with an expression that spoke volumes even without words. You knew now that your decision to stay had been the right one—not just for them but for yourself too.

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The underground parking garage was suffocatingly quiet, the air damp and heavy as if it were holding its breath. 

You stood near a concrete pillar, your posture relaxed but your senses razor-sharp. The faint hum of fluorescent lights above was punctuated by the distant drip of water echoing off the walls. You had spent weeks unraveling this web of sabotage and threats, tracing every clue back to the mastermind who had endangered Stray Kids—and tonight, you would confront him. The person you've been suspicious and wary of this whole time.

Footsteps broke the silence, deliberate and slow, each one reverberating like a countdown. 

You turned toward the sound, your eyes narrowing as a familiar figure emerged from the shadows. His stature was unmistakable, tall and imposing, but his smile gave him away—the unbearable smirk you’d seen countless times in meetings. It was the kind of smile that dripped with faux-innocence and sickening kindness, underlying with condescension and arrogance, but tonight it carried a flicker of unease.

“You’ve been busy,” he said smoothly, his voice calm but laced with bitterness.

You didn’t respond immediately, letting the silence stretch as you studied him. His hand slipped into his coat pocket, and you tensed slightly but didn’t move—waiting.

“You know,” he continued, stepping closer, “you could’ve avoided all this if you’d just taken the reassignment. I even recommended you for it—personally.”

Your jaw tightened as realization crystallized. “So it was you,” you said evenly, your voice steady despite the anger simmering beneath it.

The smirk widened as he stopped a few feet away. “Of course it was me. You’re too good at your job—too inconvenient.”

“Convenient enough to protect them from you,” you shot back.

His expression darkened as he pulled out a small remote with a single red button on it. “You think you’ve won? This garage is rigged to collapse with one press of this button.”

You held his gaze steadily and replied without hesitation: “You’re bluffing.”

“Am I?” His voice rose slightly as he pressed the button.

Click!

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Click! CLICK! CLICK!

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Nothing happened.

The smirk faltered as he pressed it again—and again—his movements growing frantic. Panic flickered across his face as he realized his plan had failed.

“I disabled your charges an hour ago,” you said calmly, stepping closer. “You’re predictable.”

His composure shattered completely as he lunged at you in desperation. But you were ready. Side-stepping easily, you grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back before slamming him against the pillar. The remote clattered to the ground.

“It’s over,” you growled into his ear as footsteps echoed through the garage. 

Security officers swarmed in moments later, their weapons drawn.

He thrashed against your grip but couldn’t break free. 

“You’ll regret this!” he spat as they cuffed him and began dragging him away.

As they hauled him off into custody, you called out after him: “Goodbye, Ji-hoon.” 

Your voice was steady but laced with finality—a dismissal that echoed through the garage like a closing door.

Back at Stray Kids’ dorms later that night, relief washed over you as soon as you stepped inside. The tension from earlier lingered in your chest, but seeing their familiar faces eased some of the weight pressing down on you.

Felix was the first to rush toward you, his eyes wide with worry. “Are you okay?” he asked breathlessly, scanning you for any sign of injury.

“I’m fine,” you assured him with a small smile.

The others quickly gathered around, their voices overlapping in a barrage of questions about what had happened.

“It’s over,” you said simply once they quieted down. “Ji-hoon has been arrested.”

Chan let out a long breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. “Thank God,” he muttered.

Hyunjin frowned slightly and crossed his arms. “You could’ve told us what you were doing.”

“And let you worry more than you already do?” You teased lightly before glancing at Felix, who hadn’t left your side since you walked in.

Felix’s gaze lingered on yours for a moment before he spoke softly: “I thought… I thought I- we might lose you.”

“You won’t lose me,” you replied firmly, stepping closer to him.

The room fell silent as Felix’s eyes searched yours for reassurance—and then something shifted between you both. Without thinking too much about it—without giving yourself time to second-guess—you leaned down and pressed your lips gently against his.

For a moment, Felix froze in shock before melting into the kiss, his hands tentatively resting on your chest as if afraid to hold on too tightly. When you pulled back slightly, his cheeks were flushed, and his lips parted in disbelief.

“You… You knew?” he stammered softly.

“I knew,” you admitted with a small smile. “And I feel the same way.”

Felix blinked rapidly as tears welled up in his eyes—not from sadness but from overwhelming relief and happiness. He threw his arms around your neck then, burying his face against your shoulder as he whispered shakily: “I didn’t think… I didn’t think you’d ever feel that way about me.”

Before either of you could say more, Han’s voice broke through: “Well that escalated quickly!”

Hyunjin snorted loudly while Changbin grinned mischievously from across the room. 

“Felix finally confessed without confessing!”

“Shut up!” Felix snapped half-heartedly against your shoulder before pulling back slightly to glare at them—but his flushed cheeks betrayed how flustered he truly was.

“You’re lucky Jagae feels the same way,” Minho added dryly with a smirk.

Jeongin chimed in nervously: “We all knew anyway…”

“Wait—you all knew?” Felix asked incredulously, whipping around to face them while still clinging to your arm.

Seungmin shrugged nonchalantly but couldn’t hide his grin. “It was obvious.”

As laughter filled the room again and Felix buried his face against your chest in embarrassment, Chan stepped forward with a warm smile and clapped your shoulder lightly. “Welcome back—for real this time.”

You glanced down at Felix once more before wrapping an arm around him protectively and letting yourself relax for what felt like the first time in weeks. For now—for tonight—you were exactly where you were meant to be: by their side… by his side.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺       ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺  . ✦

That's the end! I stay up pretty late writing, so if there any inconsistencies are in the story, I apologize!

Part one, Part two

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300 days of war 🇵🇸🍉

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We no longer have the right to the most basic necessities of life.

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Hiyaaa can I ask for Ayato from Genshin with a kitsune reader who steals pieces of his clothing as a secret crush on him but one day Ayato catches them and punishes them.

A Punishment ?

Ayato x kitsune! bttm male reader

Content warnings: spanking, anal tongue fucking (receiving), overstimulation, rough sex, creampie , slight predator prey dynamic (if you squint), slight dubcon because reader wasn’t really into the spanking at the start

Note: This fic has been marinating in my inbox for 2 weeks so I hope you enjoy! Also I haven’t played Genshin in a year so this might be a tad bit ooc 😭. Enjoy!

You had always been someone in the background, shadowed and sheltered under the protection of your sister, Guuji Yaemiko. Few to none knew of your actual existence as centuries passed, except for the Raiden Shogun and the clans themselves. Her influence stretched far, wrapping around you like a protective veil.

The Shrine was your haven, but also your cage. Every decision, every move you made, was watched, controlled. It was always for your safety, she would say. The sister who would tease and always play you like a fiddle to her silly whims became firm and unmovable when it came to exploring beyond the Inazuman city. You had been sheltered from the harsh realities of the world, never given the freedom to truly explore it. Yet, that defiant streak within you had only grown stronger. You didn’t want protection. You wanted to live.

However, what your sister could not shield you from was unforeseen. A little crush you had harboured for the Yashiro Commissioner himself, Kamisato Ayato. A man who carried himself with grace and power — a man who like your sister, commanded respect wherever he went. The very man that made the Kamisato name arise from its ashes and make it the prestigious clan today. As much as you hated to admit it, you were nothing better than those maidens who chased after him relentlessly for marriage offers. It stung to think of yourself in that way, to admit that you were drawn to him with the same intensity that they were.

It wasn’t just his power or his elegance. It was the way he moved with a grace that seemed almost otherworldly, the sharpness in his gaze that made you feel seen even when you wished to remain hidden. You were drawn to him with a fascination that bordered on obsession, an allure that you couldn’t shake off no matter how hard you tried. Due of your crush, you found yourself resorting to a silly yet strangely satisfying ritual—stealing Ayato’s clothes. It was an odd way to cope with the intense feelings you harbored for him, but it was the only outlet you could manage. Each stolen item, whether a glove, a ribbon, or a sash, became a cherished possession, a physical connection to him that you could hold onto.

Each piece of clothing was a wishful reminder of him—a way to keep a part of him close, even if you could never have him completely. You would fold his garments carefully, press them to your face, and imagine the moments he had worn them, his scent of sandalwood and rain with the lingering warmth, It was your own secret fantasy. It was harmless really. A secret way of indulging in the hopeless crush you’d harbored for the head of the Kamisato clan.

However, tonight, the air felt different—charged with something you couldn’t quite place. Strangely, there weren’t any guards present that were on patrol. The estate was quiet. A little too quiet.

Still, you pressed on.

The thought of what you were about to do made your fox ears twitch in excitement. Ayato’s chambers were silent as you nudged the door open, the dim light of a single candle casting long shadows over the room.

You crept inside, eyes scanning for something to take. His haori lay draped neatly over a chair, and without hesitation, you reached for it. The silk fabric slipped through your fingers, smooth and cool to the touch. Your breath caught in your throat as you brought it close, imagining, just for a moment, what it would feel like to be wrapped in it—surrounded by him. The thought made your cheeks warm, but you pushed it away, carefully folding the haori over your arm.

It was a ridiculous thought, you knew that.

You allowed yourself a small smile. Another successful heist, another piece of him to add to your collection. You moved toward the door, your escape clear and easy.

But as you turned, something stopped you.

A faint rustle. Barely a sound, but enough to make your ears twitch with alert. You froze, eyes darting toward the corner of the room. Nothing.

You waited, heart racing in your chest, every instinct telling you to bolt but curiosity kept you rooted in place. Slowly, you scanned the room again, your gaze lingering on the bed. Your breath caught in your throat as your eyes landed on a figure sitting in the shadows.

Ayato.

He was leaning casually against the headboard of his bed, his body bathed in the soft glow of moonlight. His lavender eyes, sharp and calculating, met yours with a calm intensity. Those eyes were striking—like shards of amethyst, reflecting the light in a way that made them almost glow. They watched you with a calm amusement, though the glint in them suggested he was far more aware of the situation than you were.

Your heart raced as you took in his appearance. His long, pale blue hair was neatly tied back, save for a few loose strands that framed his angular face. The moonlight accentuated his porcelain skin, making him look almost ethereal, like something out of a dream. Yet there was nothing soft about the way he held himself—he stood with a quiet strength, the grace of a nobleman who knew his power.

“You’ve been busy, haven’t you?” His voice was smooth, almost melodic, but there was an edge to it. It sent a shiver down your spine.

You swallowed hard, clutching the haori tightly. Ayato’s tall, lean frame was still relaxed, but every movement he made was deliberate. His long fingers tapped rhythmically on the edge of the bed as he spoke, drawing attention to his hands—hands that could command armies or, in this case, one mischievous kitsune.

“I… I didn’t mean—”

Ayato’s lips curled into a faint smirk, revealing a glimpse of his sharp wit. “Didn’t mean to what?” He interrupted, stepping forward, the soft rustle of his clothing barely audible. “You seem to have a habit of taking things that don’t belong to you,” he murmured, his voice low, smooth, and far too calm.

“Lord Ayato,” You squeaked softly, ears flattening as you clutched the fabric in your hands. He approached, slowly, the air between you charged with something you couldn’t name. “What were you planning to do with this, hm?” He gestured toward the ribbon in your hand, his voice soft but laced with authority. “Stealing from me, Yae Miko’s brother no less… What would she say?”

You bristled at the mention of your sister, but there was no escape now. “I just wanted—”

“To see if I’d notice?” Ayato finished for you, his amusement deepening as he tilted his head slightly. His eyes never left yours as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your cheek. Up close, you could see the slight tension in his jaw, the quiet authority he carried in every word.

His hand reached out, brushing lightly against the fabric of the haori. “I noticed,” he whispered, his voice sending a thrill down your spine. His fingers grazed yours, cool to the touch yet searing with the unspoken threat of control.

Ayato’s smile was small but devastatingly confident. “But there’s a price to pay for stealing from the Yashiro Commissioner.”

Your heart raced as he stepped even closer, the close proximity making your tail swish back and forth with nervousness and anticipation. “And I think you know what that means.”

“Get on your knees,” he commanded, his voice low and husky, sending a shiver down your spine. You hesitated for just a moment, but the look in his eyes—dark, intense, and utterly unyielding—was enough to make you comply. Your legs gave way almost instinctively as you dropped to your knees, your heart pounding in your chest. The rush of adrenaline coursing through you drowned out everything except the sound of your own breathing, loud and uneven in your ears.

He took another step, his movements so fluid that his bare feet made no sound on the hardwood floor, as though he was one with the shadows. You could feel the heat radiating from him even before he stood directly in front of you, the faint scent of sandalwood and rain lingering in the air—intoxicating and impossible to ignore.

A slow, deliberate smirk tugged at the corners of his lips—a smirk that sent a thrill of both fear and excitement rushing through your body. The expression was playful, yet there was something undeniably dangerous in it, like he was silently toying with you, fully aware of the power he held over you. Up close, you could see the cool, detached amusement in his eyes—like a predator toying with prey, knowing full well you were already caught in his web.

"Take off your clothes," he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument. You hesitated again, but the silent disapproving look in his eyes was enough to make you move. You stood up slowly, your hands trembling as you began to undress. Reluctantly, your robes slipped off, leaving you stark naked and cold, shivering in the cold night air. Truth to be told, you were a virgin, never having the chance to even have a sexual outlet besides from fingering yourself and masturbating on rare occasions when your sister wasn’t at the shrine. Even with your crush on Ayato, you were rather reluctant and admittedly, a tad bit fearful.

He watched you, his expression unreadable, but the fire in his piercing eyes made your skin tingle with anticipation. That calm, calculating gaze burned with something primal even though his face remained impassive. When you were done, he simply gestured for you to turn around. You hesitated briefly, but his silent command left no room for question.

Your heart pounded as you moved, his authoritative presence looming behind you. “Hands on the bed,” he demanded, his voice brushing dangerously close to your ear. The soft, commanding tone sent an involuntary shiver down your spine, making you feel small beneath him.

You obeyed, placing your palms flat against the cool surface of the futon. The fabric felt grounding under your trembling fingers. You could hear him moving, the quiet rustle of his robes as he adjusted himself, his body heat brushing ever closer. The air between you felt electric, charged with tension, until—

Without warning, the first blow landed hard across your ass. The sharp, stinging pain rippled through you like a wave. You gasped, your body jerking forward from the sudden impact, your tail instinctively going taut. The burning sensation lingered, intensifying with every passing second, until all you could do was grip the sheets, struggling to steady yourself against the onslaught.

“Ayato, I don’t think I want to — Ah!”

He wasn’t done.

The second blow came even harder, the sharp impact sending a jolt of pain through your body. This time, you couldn’t suppress the cry that escaped your lips, the force of it stealing the breath from your lungs. You bit down hard on your lip, the metallic taste of blood faint on your tongue as you fought back the tears threatening to spill over.

“Count,” he ordered, his voice dangerously calm. “And call me Sir. Stay still,” he added, the warning in his tone unmistakable, “Or this will be even worse.”

You could feel the power in his command, the unspoken promise that he wouldn’t tolerate disobedience.

“Two, Sir,” you whispered, your voice trembling, doing your best to remain still despite the lingering sting.

The next few blows came in quick succession, each one more painful than the last. Your ass was on fire, the pain mingling with the arousal that was building inside you. You could feel yourself getting hard, your body betraying you as it responded to the punishment. The next few blows came in quick succession, each one landing harder than the last. Your skin burned, a searing pain spreading across your ass with every strike, and it felt like your entire body was on fire.

Tears slipped down your cheeks, and no matter how hard you fought them back, they kept coming, blurring your vision. You mutely counted the blows between occasional cries of pain and ragged gasps for air. The room spun around you, the sensation too much, too fast.

Each smack to the ass only intensified your horror at your arousal and your arousal. You could feel your dick twitching and getting stiffer as the pain resonated throughout your body. Precum was beginning to pool beneath your cock as the electric sting that the pain brought felt even more pleasurable than the last.

“T-ten,” you whispered shakily, your hands gripping the sheets as you struggled to keep from collapsing under the pressure. Finally, he paused, giving you a moment of respite to catch your breath. Your chest heaved as you struggled to catch your breath, the tension in your body slowly unwinding as the sting of the blows lingered. Your skin was still ablaze with the aftermath.

You could feel his hand resting lightly on your back, his fingers brushing against your skin in stark contrast to the harshness of his earlier actions. The touch was almost tender, a strange gentleness that sent a confusing wave of emotions through you.

Suddenly, with a swift motion, you found yourself turned around, now facing him. Despite the harsh punishment you had endured, you felt your heart race and then falter as the close proximity of Ayato became overwhelming. Your traitorous tail, betraying your true feelings, swished involuntarily with a mix of excitement and nervousness.

However that did not distract him from the hard on you sported, much to your embarrassment. His slender hand crept down your body and dwarfed your cock. He rhythmically rubbed your length, making you shudder and feel the sparks and the familiar hum of pleasure beginning to ignite.

“Yes,” you gasped as Ayato purposefully tightened his grip around your sensitive tip, never stopping his pace, “Oh—fuck—” as that mischievous hand closed around you, there was a playful air about Ayato as he let out a soft melodic laugh while mumbling something under his breath and then shifting his grip.

The next slide up was a tight, demanding fist. You threw your head back.

“Does that feel good, (Name)?” There was an amused lilt in his voice that made you flush head to toe.

The rush of blood and desire to a point low in your stomach was overwhelming. The movement was growing slicker, better , so tempting to lean fully into. You had never been this turned on.

“I don’t know, ” you cried through a strangled whine, you felt Ayato’s laughter directly through your skin, and somehow that made him suddenly very close.

There was something so exciting and arousing about it the way the man you had dreamt about, the very Yashiro Commissioner, himself was helping pleasure you. The very thought had you moaning, once, and falling slack like a puppet with cut strings. 

You were gently pushed back onto your back against the soft surface of the futon with both your legs are hoisted up, hanging against Ayato’s shoulders. Your body folded in half as you saw his head buried in your thighs, goosebumps rising on your skin as your tail hairs brushed against his chin.

“Ayato?!” You struggled for the commissioner to release his grasp on your legs, but to no avail, as he tightened his grip to hold you still. You flushed red in embarrassment, the thought of Ayato seeing everything too much to bear. 

And then you felt something warm and slimy breach past the ring of muscles, causing you to yelp in surprise.

Holy fuck. Was Ayato actually doing what you thought he was? 

You shuddered as waves of pleasure traveled up to your core. Gritting your teeth to try and contain the shameful moans from escaping you, afraid to realise that this was all a dream, afraid that Ayato would be turned off by you.

“Hnnn…Ayato….” You groaned, eyes clenching shut and face wrinkled as you bit back on a pathetic whine. All of a sudden, you jolted.

Ayato’s tongue had prodded at something deep inside you that made you melt into a puddle of arousal and shame. You unconsciously gripped his head tight with your thighs, messing up his perfect tidied hair. He had found your prostrate. And then he stopped, a gossamer thread of saliva connecting his lips to your hole as he retreated.

You couldn’t help but notice the shy mole that hid beneath his spit shiny lips — he was absolutely ethereal even with his messy and tousled hair. An unnatural pink flush decorated his fair and porcelain face and you realised that he was aroused.

By you.

The thick tension hung in the air as he silently gazed at you, the hunger in his amethyst eyes almost engulfing you on the spot like he was a man gone wild.

Shadows danced on his face as he meticulously removed his robes, still carrying himself with the same grace and dignity as if the air wasn’t imbued with the electric undercurrent of arousal and the fact that he had just tongue fucked you. He stood above you, full mast and you felt your breath get stolen away from you.

Ayato had a picture perfect physique, lean, almost like a statue carved out and had come to life. Your eyes immediately dove down to his abdomen, to be greeted with his cock, hard, already pressing against your rim, twitching invitingly. Both hands gripping your waist as he positioned himself.

“We will not stop now, (Name). Your pleas and cries will be unheard. This is a punishment.” He stared at you with an unyielding gaze, one that you were ready to challenge. “This is the lesson you must learn, the price of your rebellion,” he concluded. “One I accept.” You let out a hoarse giggle. His eyes darkened almost simultaneously as what seemed like another amused smile tugged at his lips before he let his actions speak for himself.

He did not give any mercy. Ruthlessly driving into your hips with a force like he wanted to merge into you, you felt his girth stretch and force your walls to mould into its shape. “Huh...?” Your mind went blank with pleasure, and for a while you couldn’t comprehend what happened. Your insides clenched down hard on his cock as slaps of skin punctuated the silent night air.

“Ah! Ggh- Aah! W-wait! Ungh —!” You slurred inaudibly as you felt your body rock to his merciless pace, your cock dribbling endless pre-cum uncontrollably. He promised your pleas and cries would be unheard and he served his promise, not even a single word could leave your raw throat. Only guttural whines and moans would escape your bitten lips as you fell into the throes of pleasure.

Alas, decisions were made and you could not regret what you said. Here you were, getting your deserved punishment in the form of a ruthless fucking.

Everything was too hot, too sticky and hummed with the sound of distant sobs, you groggily thought. Oh. Those were from you. Your skin was sticky with the sheen of sweat and cum and the futon beneath you was drenched. You felt unusually full, like something sloshing in your tummy. Your hole felt sore. And he wasn’t done. But you would never admit defeat….was the last thought that echoed in your muddled mind as you gave into the embrace of sleep.

“(Name)? Learnt your lesson now? Oh. The silly thief has admitted defeat.” He pushed back his sweat soaked hair as he glanced upon your slumbering form. Letting out a grunt, he pulled out of your red, swollen hole as semen immediately began dripping out your gaping rim. Humming an exasperated sigh, a fond expression appeared on his face as his lavender eyes crinkled into crescents as he gently ruffled your hair.

The little kitsune had fallen into his trap.

Sometime ago, Ayato had noticed his belongings going missing. If he hadn’t, he wouldn’t deserve the title of Yashiro Commissioner. The thief clearly had no ill intent, but it became particularly vexing when he realized that the pair of gloves Ayaka had gifted him had mysteriously disappeared as well.

Then one day, by sheer coincidence, he noticed the little kitsune who had caught his eye more than once, wearing a familiar ribbon in their hair— his ribbon. And on their hands, the very gloves he had been missing. Amusement flickered in his usually composed gaze as everything clicked into place.

It seemed someone had developed quite the habit. But Ayato wasn’t the type to let such things go unaddressed. Oh no, if this little fox thought they could slip away unnoticed, they were sorely mistaken. Someone was in need of a lesson, and he would be more than happy to provide it.

So he plotted.

note: ajskskskk, I’m finally done 🙏 my first ask so I hope this was done well!

Reblogs are appreciated 🧑‍🍳

heyy can I request headcanon for dating rodrick heffley with female reader??

a/n: Okkkk, i love this one sm

DATING RODRICK HEADCANNONS:

Unlike the mean ass personality facade he puts up for other people, this man is such a softie bro

you would find out that information pretty quick into the relationship

His mum ADORES you, like she thinks you're the best

he would lay in your lap while you play with his hair

you always catch him staring at you with such an adoring expression

manz is insecure

when he sees you with other ppl, like hitting on you, he will cry about it later

like he would act all tough and shit in front of them, but no

holding your hand in public is his favourite thing in the world

like PDA makes this kid feel so wanted it's unbelievable he loves it

random nights in his van at a random gas station fucking around.

If he's feeling confident, he will reach up (or down) and grab your boobies lmaoooo

no shame

he loves it when you watch his band rehearse

he teaches you how to play the drums and its so cute

he's so gentle with you its so cute

MY MEEEEEEN!!!

Miguel is a menace to Spider-Society😢

happy halloween!!

if i was your boyfriend... ✩ c.bc

pairing: bang chan x gn!reader || word count: n/a genre: fluff, established relationship || warnings: reader gets called 'mom' once, slightly suggestive, lmk if i missed anything!! synopsis: pictures of boyfriend chan that skz + hannah send you (ib: @ddksoo) note: HAPPY BFS DAY AND BIRTHDAY TO THEE BANG CHAN THE LOML THE MAN THE MYTH THE LEGEND!!! um no i will not be sappy here bc then i will cry but i hope you guys enjoy ;P

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Miguel as Billy Loomis