#🎧 — made for you

[gladiatorcunt]

i cant stop thinking abt yan boyf!sej :(

hes so awfully lovetsruck its actually quite sickening, its vomit inducing. like hes calling u the most awful pet names, begging for your attention like some starved dog in the streets and do not mention when u talk to people!! he isnt coryo level insane in the possessive or deadass murdering people way but hes just a lovestruck puppy boy :(

(he called u his little cream puff after he came in u)

No because he'd be such a puppy bf like :(

You could be in public, and he'd actively have to hold himself back from humping your leg and whining to get your attention. He cuts it close though, crowding your space at an Academy Party or a Gala of some sort and gluing his front to your side. He'd lean in and straight up pant in the crook of your neck, gritting his teeth and covertly wiggling his hips against as much of your ass as he can reach. The idea of trying to be good and keep it in his pants loses its' appeal rather quickly, so he concentrates on lapping his wide tongue over your pulse point. He knows perfectly well that the man who you are trying (and failing) to talk to hasn't left, he just doesn't care. Plus, don't think he hasn't noticed how friendly you've been getting with him at other events.

"Babydoll, do you think it'll be much longer? I'm tired, let's get outta here."

Cries like he's about to be hanged when he cums and slobbers all over your tits as he babbles out a stream of "Thank you" 's. You have to tell him that he can stop thrusting, his brain having melted so much that his puppy brain makes him chase another orgasm despite being in so much pain. It's automatic for him, you're just so warm and wet and silky that he forgets that he has other things to do with his life besides making love to you until his heart gives out.

Even when you finally get him to snap out of it, he'll trap you in a messy kiss that's more about swapping spit than anything else and weakly pump his hips. He just thinks you'd look sooooooooo pretty with a swollen belly, his whines about he'd such a good pa are almost worse than his usual dirty talk.

You'd be walking anywhere in the capitol and you wouldn't go too long without hearing a "Wait up, honey bun!"

You don't have the heart to find a way to ditch him when you see how deep and wide his smile is, how his cheeks must hurt from the pure joy he gets from doing literally anything with you. He's glowing, you're sure he'd be kicking his feet and giggling if he wasn't too busy racing to catch up with you.

Falls over himself in his rush to hand you a pen when you say to yourself that you've forgotten one. He nearly trips and falls onto another student, but you can't help but mirror the bashful grin he tosses your way as he hands you his pen. He makes your fingers touch for too long before he lets go but he's screaming gleefully on the inside. Presses the softest kiss against the lock of hair he nabbed when class was over, the newest addition to his collection.

Modern!Sej would 100% have "cream puff" as your contact name.

faetreides 2024.

[petals-and-all]

[ Moodboard of Illari/ Venture with themes of the sun, the colour yellow, and general archaeological tech ]

Here you go, bud ! Thank you for your request and patience !!

[sincerelyrki]

hey hi baby res, how are you doing! it’s 12am here (its JAYS BDAY) hope you don’t mind me popping in to say hi!

God today was so tiring for me.. I had 5 hours of dance practice, as soon as I got back home, took a shower, celebrate jay’s bday, wrote him a bday letter that was supposed to be sweet but ended up a bit angsty ☝🏻😔 and I got too emotional that I’m overwhelmed (ijbob = I just burst out bawling), then I remembered I have another dance practice tmr at noon. fml but hey, it’s still jay’s day after all, nothing could go wrong! right 😺

N E WAAAYYY! I don’t know what time it is for you but I hope!! you!! have!! an amazing!! day or night ahead!! eat lots of good food and stay hydrated! (oh I have stuffy nose which sucks 🤧) please take care bae <3

(me rn fr fr)

HEYHEYYY CLAIREEEE💗💗💗 i’m doing good thank youu, i’m at work rn😔 9.5h shift today which is literally horrible. alsooo it seems like you’re 11 hours ahead of me :)

5 hours of dance practice and then another one sounds exhausting, i hope you get lots of rest <33 ALSO YOU WROTE HIM A LETTER?? THATS SO CUTE AWEEE, id cry if someone did that for me. (GIRL THE “right😺”??? can’t be jinxing nothing❌)

at this moment it’s 6pm for me, i’m off at 7 which is excitinggggg. i spent my entire day here but when i get home im going to update miniskirt and maybe finish some other fics i’ve been writing. AND THANK U SM MLL YOURE SO SWEET💗💗💗

i hope you’re sleeping well and feel better when you wake up :( i’ll talk to you when you wake up🤍 (ill dm you later xx)

[jellyfishrui]

i like the part in mouthwashing when they say “ it’s mouth washing time. “ and start mouth washing everywhere

HELP EM?!?&;

mouthwash is their life support . /hj

[killakalx]

Okay okay hear me out the way you write Jason gives me major Skin by Mac Miller vibes.

“i open up your legs and go straight for your heart” im hearing u!! i didn’t know mac miller was freaky like that y’all 😭😭 but the first verse has post patrol sex written allllll over it god bless. ty for the song bc it made it into my playlist

[hyuuukais]

So at my work we have like a section in the break room that gets decorated for the different seasons and holidays. Well they updated it for summer and people can add their own fish to the wall… someone made a Chappell Roan fish and I thought of you immediately

OMG OMG I LOVE THAT ??? and i love how u thought of me 😭💙 hot to go is gonna be stuck in my head for the rest of the day now, i know it (but i don't mind, i love it 😋)

[kianely]

i have read almost every one of your stories and oh my god??

i have read "you send me right to heaven" (i think it's called that) at least 4 times

i am like the picture you sent in my inbox right now

OMG HI NIGHTLY THANK YOU THANK YOU I’M GRINNING LIKE AN IDIOT RIGHT NOW MY CHEEKS HURT

it’s a lana del rey lyric from her song “serial killer” 😩

that was my favorite thing to write I HAD SO MUCH FUN so i’m really happy you liked it

(very sorry in advance for how long my tags are for this I GOT CARRIED AWAY LMAO)

[starchild--27]

stop, 이름은 버려~

[luvistqrzzz]

sorry to inform jake but @eumpapas has more rizz than he ever could- 💔😒

[heyits-asher]

@ulyflynn

[blueletterss]

open to: f/m/nb suggested connections: family, friend, teacher, etc.

bonus: your muse is from bluey

PLEASE READ MY RULES BEFORE RESPONDING *made with beta.

"THIS. is." A whine follows Bingo's exasperation. "trifficult!"

[gladiatorcunt]

now I'm curious, what other songs are on your coryo playlist?

i only just started it recently, so this is it but: (a mix of songs that go with specific scenarios, what i’d think he’d actually listen to, and songs that are here more bc of the lyrics and vibe)

obligatory:

money power glory (obvious),

find your love (modern!coryo’s theme song fr)

my own picks:

ride 4 u (has the energy of 12 yr olds being all “in the end it’s him & i 💔❤️‍🩹" but that’s the point lmao)

i don’t care if you’re contagious (he is STRANGE and BIZARRE)

scorpio (wattpad bad boy)

tears in the rain (something he’d post on his story to seem tough but also imply to you that he has emotions lmao, would do it before you got together like it was gonna make you fall in love with him)

gone (secret crying in the tub song if you y’all ever break up or have problems, he’d genuinely rather die than have anyone know that & it’s funny)

recommendations:

get him back (olivia’s toxic boy songs are lowkey so coryo coded)

devil on my back (recommended to me outside of this but it made me think of him)

caesar on a tv screen (more for his character than strictly about him x reader but it’s so !!!)

[hollyoongs]

NOW WATCHING: GOING SEVENTEEN INSANE

꒰ 𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 ꒱ 박성호

summary : you and your husband were throwing a bbq party, and sungho has somehow convinced you he was going to grill

genre : fluff, husband!sungho x afab!reader, girldad!sungho, non-idol!au, bbqdad!au tws : kisses, language, bad bbq puns, father sungho author notes : this is zanna's fault for indulging my delusions word count : 1.3k

“hey babygrill.” 

you turned, “sungho—”

“is it hot grill summer?” he asked, a wood-handled, metal spatula clutched between his fingers. “because you’re smoking hot.” you cringed, holding back a laugh as he leaned sideways, fingers turning the dial on the front of the grill. the vein in his neck strained with the angle, making it prominent against the midday sunlight. the defined muscles of his arms flexed, and you stared like you’d never seen him before—even though you’d been married to him for two years now, dating him for three before that. you reached out, tracing the lines, feeling the heat from the grill and sun combine against his untainted-tan skin. 

“i’m going to get our daughter ready,” he ignored your touch, knowing it wasn’t anything new. he liked it though, knowing you weren’t like that before him. “myself, too.”

“sure, babe.” he replied, hovering his palm a few inches over the metal rack he had cleaned just a couple minutes ago. “go ahead. i’ve got this all under control.”

who was he really trying to convince? you thought. your husband wasn’t a master chef by any means, but when you craved late-night snacks, he was definitely the man for the job.

“are you sure,” you quizzed. “maybe don’t start until i get back?”

“my love,” he met your eyes, head still slightly hung as he adjusted the heat. his longer hair fell to the side effortlessly, cascading like a waterfall. “i’ll be fine.”

“oh no,” you laughed. “i’m worried about my house, sungho.” 

he faked being offended. “what the hell? i’m a great chef!”

“you’re great at a lot of things, baby, there’s no doubt about it, but cooking just isn’t one of them.” his fake started to become genuine, arms crossing over his broad chest. you tried hard not to stare again. “right now!” you added, “practice makes perfect! but, just wait for me to supervise. i would like for there to be a backyard to have this party in…” you kissed his shoulder. “please?” 

ultimately, you always won him over. “fine, i’ll cut up stuff for the sides instead.” you weren't sure about that either, however it’s something you’ve made him do often for you. so, it should go fine, shouldn’t it? “but, hurry, i’d like to get these burgers sizzling. you could say, the steaks are high, right now, y/n. want them to be grate for our family and friends.” 

you mentally facepalmed. when did you marry such a cheesy guy? you guess it's for the best that he became a dad after all, with these (terrible) jokes of his. 

you left him to attend to the vegetables for the burgers, finding your daughter in front of a fan on the couch, basking in the air that blew directly in her face. bluey was playing on the TV, the accents rubbing off on her slightly. 

she lit up, “mommy!”

“hi, baby.” you plopped down next to her, and she instantly nozzled against your side. “do you wanna bet on daddy burning something?” 

she eyed you, then nodded, “seven fruit snacks.” you hummed, seemingly thinking it over. but before you had the chance to agree, she added, “and 45 minutes past bedtime.”

you cocked your head, slightly in disbelief, but mostly in amusement. 

“deal.” you held your hand for her to take, which she did (hand significantly smaller than yours) closing the bargain. “i have faith in my husband.” 

you lied, but regardless, you honestly wanted your miniature version to win.

you silently watched a couple more minutes with her, glancing at the clock on the wall. you threaded your hand through her hair, thinking about the styles you could put it into today; ultimately knowing what your kid would prefer. 

“first one ready gets dessert before dinner!”

she jumped off the couch, small legs carrying down the hall and presumably to the bathroom. you followed after a moment, hearing the water start to run.

once finished, you joined sungho outside again, prepared for guests to start showing up. he had to do a double take when you walked out, and if this was a cartoon, you feared his eyes would’ve been popping out of his head. 

“woah,” he snaked his hands around your waist, after abandoning the grill carelessly, planting a couple kisses against your lips and surrounding skin. “damn, are you a5 wagyu?” he murmured, eyes roaming over your figure, “‘cause you look expensive.”  

you caught the look your (almost) three year old daughter gave him; the same one she gave tomatoes. you stifled a laugh against his lips.  

“ew, daddy!” she shrieked at your kiss, wiggling in your arms to push him back. “that’s my mommy!” she argued, throwing her small limbs around your neck and puckering her lips against your cheek. 

“i’m sorry, baby.” he put his palm to your daughter's head gently, kissing her temple. “I’m just letting your mom follow my apron’s instructions.” he revealed said tightly-tied clothing: kiss the chef adorned with fake abs (not that he needed them) printed on it. once again, you wondered when you married such an unserious guy. 

she began to hysterically laugh, and you guffawed, sungho taking her from you gladly. she hugged around his neck, “damn girly, you got a grip.” she squeezed tighter, kissing his cheek too. “i almost passed out!” that prompted a competition between the two, giggles sounding throughout the backyard as your daughter hugged tighter and tighter. 

you were only interrupted when his parents voices cut through the noise, “where’s my pretty princess of a granddaughter?” suddenly said girl was pushing from your husband, trying her hardest to be put down; her grandparents were arguably her second-favorite people. they took care of her during your date-nights and any other time sungho would ask. you’d never had a good relationship with your parents, but you were glad that they took you in for your daughter and husband's sake. 

they met your side, gaining a hug from you. 

“daddy! put me down!” she whined, causing you to giggle at the sight, “please!” 

he shook his head, attacking her with more hugs and kisses. 

it was refreshing to see such a man who wasn’t afraid to show his love and adoration for someone–especially his daughter. 

finally she broke free, running the short distance to sungho’s dad and jumping into his arms. she resumed the game with him, arms wrapping around his neck. 

“i made you something last night!” her attempt to get put down was easier than before, and once she hit the ground she was off, ushering her grandma and grandpa to follow into the house. “c’mon, it’s for your fridge!” 

sungho met your side once again, arm around your midsection, your head laid on his shoulder. you were glad you started a family with him of all people, even though when you were younger you weren't sure you would ever have wanted kids; but everything just felt so safe and secure with him. every doubt and uncertainty was put to rest when he was around. 

“she converted me into a girl-dad.” 

you laughed, “babe, you’ve always been a girl dad. do you remember when we found out, no one cried harder than you did.” 

he waved you off with a pfft sound, “she’s just so adorable, you can’t blame me.” he broke away, arms up innocently, standing back. “she’s a miniature version of you.” 

you spun to face him, “no, she’s exactly like you, baby. terrible humor, no respect for bedtime, fluffy-ass hair.” 

a hum resonated. he was staring again, eyes flicking over you casually. “should we have another, you think? another girl, but i’d love a miniature version of me, too.” your eyebrows rose in amusement, until your attention found itself locked behind him on the copious amount of smoke. 

“it’s burning.” 

“yeah, i know.” he said in a duh-tone, words adorned with his eyes rolling, “you’re hotter than the grill.”

“no, babe.” you grabbed his bare shoulders, spinning him around. “there’s actually a fire right now.” 

“oh my god!” you didn’t need to be facing him to see his eyes go wide, shoulders tensing under your grip. you giggled, sungho moving quickly to grab the tongs from the side table and move the food from the flame that had developed. “why didn’t you tell me sooner?” he asked, slightly frantic. 

“i guess you could say… missteaks were made.”

he turned slowly, a shit-eating grin across his face, “i knew you liked them.”

of course you did. it was sungho. 

suddenly a voice called out, “mommy, you owe me my fruit snacks!”

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[jellyfishrui]

women want me fish fear me

( sorry )

OH MY GOD THE DRAWING YIU DREW WITH THIS youuuuu :3

[lover-cook]

1, 3, & 4

Thank you!! Gonna answer with Pearl, Sanji, and Red Son! :D <3

1. Are you and your f/o going to any pride events?

Gonna answer this one with Pearl!! <3 ABSOLUTELY!! I feel like the whole currently unnamed Splatoon polycule of me, Pearl, Marina, Callie, and Shiver, would go to a pride event together! An attempt to coordinate outfits is made but it doesn't work out exactly intended pff. We spend a lot of time taking pictures and selfies together and hanging out with other people at the event! I can definitely see us poking around any booths around as well <3

3. Would you and your f/o wear pride merch in public?

Ohh this is definitely a question for me and Sanji. I definitely would, and do in real life, but it can definitely be read as discreet. Sanji on the other hand seems like the time to maybe do it for a special occasion, like going to an event or in a place where he's gonna know people. I feel like he's probably a bit shy and prefers to be more inconspicuous outside of situations where he's letting his worries go

4. What’s your favorite thing about your f/o?

RED SON MY DARLING <3 Okay so like. I Love how comfortable Red Son is in his self expression after he's allowed himself to become more their own person. My favorite thing is seeing them in skirts or with his hair down and less put together.. more comfortable <3 I think their's something really special about loving and knowing how comfortable your f/o is around you and how their are just some things you would be one of the few people to see from them, you know?

[crxngecore]

you would've loved this one. maybe too much.