#Diego kang

[koiiiji]

shitposting bc im too lazy to finish fics💔🙏

vin definitely puts self reactions🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

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[locomoqo]

switchin' them positions

ft. Gun Park, Goo Kim, & Diego Kang x reader [separate]

details: NSFW content, sub characters, p in v (gun's part), bondage + cockwarming (goo's part), handjob + orgasm denial (DG's part)

A/N: BOO!!!! drops bomb and runs (literally just smthing i came up with like..what if u make that hunk go sub..esp the big 3 ++ goo is the subbiest out of the 3 tbh)

ᯓ★—GUN

Gun’s back is pressed against the headboard, his dark eyes fixed on you. He’s already stripped down, his body tense beneath you as you straddle his hips, feeling the warmth of his dick pressing against your inner thighs. His hands rest on your waist, fingers tightening instinctively as you start to move, slowly rolling your hips, teasing him with every shift of your body.

“Let me,” he growls softly, his grip tightening as if he’s about to flip you over, take control like he always does. But you shake your head, pressing your palms against his chest, holding him down with a firm but gentle pressure. 

“Not tonight,” you say, your voice soft but insistent, feeling the steady thud of his heartbeat under your fingers. “Tonight, you don’t get to be in charge.”

His eyes narrow, a flicker of frustration flashing across his face, but he doesn’t move, doesn’t fight you—not yet. He’s too curious, too caught off guard by the way you’re looking at him, with a calm determination that he’s not used to. He doesn’t let go of your hips; his fingers dig into your skin, and you can feel the tension thrumming through him, the desire to flip the script, to take you down and make you beg for him.

“Just let me take care of you,” you murmur, leaning down to brush your lips over his, the kiss soft, lingering. You feel his body shudder beneath you, the barest hint of surrender, but he still watches you warily, as if he’s not sure he can trust himself to let go.

Slowly, you start to move, your hips moving against him, taking him inside you inch by inch. His breath hitches, and his sharp, predatory focus giving way to something softer. His hands twitch against your waist, but he stays where he is, allowing you to set the pace.

“Just relax, handsome," you whisper, your voice barely above a breath as you move, slow and unhurried, letting him feel every inch of the sweet walls of your pussy.

He makes a low, frustrated sound, his hands tightening again as if he’s about to take over, but you press him back down. Your fingers threading through his hair, tugging just enough to make him subtly gasp. “No,” you insist gently, but firmly. “You get to relax tonight. Relax.” You put emphasis on the last word.

He looks up at you, his breathing ragged, and you can see the war in his eyes—wanting to give in, but hating how exposed it makes him feel. But he doesn’t fight you, doesn’t try to take back control, and there’s something almost desperate in the way he watches you, as if he’s never felt this kind of weakness before. It's almost like he's turning into putty in your hands.

As you move, your pace quickening, you can feel the tension in him slowly unraveling. His fingers loosening their grip on your waist, his head falling back, exposing the column of his throat. God, the way your pussy just squeezed the life out of his cock felt good, he wouldn't admit it but letting you set the pace for once felt good.

You lean down, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along his jaw, his neck, savoring the rare moment of intimacy as his body begins to respond to yours, his hips lifting to meet your movements.

“You’re doing so well,” you whisper, your lips brushing against his ear, and he shudders, his eyes fluttering shut as if he can’t bear to look at you while he’s like this—laid bare, completely exposed. There’s a rawness in the way he grips your thighs, his fingers trembling just slightly as he gives himself over to the moment, letting you take him to the edge.

Every sound he makes—every low, breathy moan, every ragged gasp—feels like a victory, each one more desperate than the last as he lets go of the control he’s always held so tightly. His muscles are tense beneath you, his breath hot and uneven as he watches you through half-lidded eyes, his jaw clenched with the effort of keeping himself in check.

Your words are soft, soothing, and you can see the way they hit him, the way his breath catches as he looks up at you, his gaze suddenly raw and open in a way you’ve never seen before. His hands slide up to your back, holding you close, and you can feel the way he trembles—just a little, just enough to let you know that you’ve cracked that icy exterior.

His moans grow just a tad bit louder, his control slipping further with each roll of your hips, his breaths coming faster, rougher. You feel his hips move up into you to try and meet your hips, his eyes squeezing shut, his grip on you tightening as he lets you take him apart piece by piece until he’s gasping your name, lost in a pleasure he can’t control.

When he finally shudders and falls apart beneath you, his seed painting your insides white, there’s no pretense left—just raw, unguarded emotion, his eyes glazed and unfocused, his body spent.

You stay like that for a moment, catching your breath, feeling the rapid rise and fall of his chest beneath yours. He looks up at you, and for a second, you see the barest hint of a smile before he pulls you down into a fierce, hungry kiss, as if to reclaim some of the power he’d let slip away.

And maybe, just maybe, he’s okay with that.

ᯓ★—GOO

Goo should’ve known better. Maybe he wouldn’t have said yes if he’d realized things would end up here, or perhaps if he’d actually taken you seriously, the consequences wouldn’t have been so... brutal.

It started with a simple request—you wanted to switch things up in the bedroom. He laughed, entertained the thought, but never let you follow through, always brushing it off with a smirk and a smug, “Next time.” So, this time, you decided to make sure he’d regret that.

You pushed him down onto the bed, capturing his mouth in a fierce kiss, and before he knew it, he heard it—the click of handcuffs locking his wrists above his head. His eyes widened as you pulled back, a sly smile playing on your lips.

“Alright then,” he chuckled, half-disbelieving. A playful, cocky grin spreading across his face. “Let’s see what you got, boss.”

You straddled his hips with an intensity that made that cockiness of his falter. For just a second, you caught that slight drop in his expression. “Stay,” you ordered, voice firm, leaving no room for argument.

He chuckled again, but there was a faint trace of uncertainty there now, a sliver of something almost like nerves.

“Oh, I’m so scared,” he mocked, but it sounded hollow, his confidence starting to crack.

You leaned close, your breath warm against his ear. “I mean it, Goo. You move, and this stops. Understand?”

You felt his body tense beneath you, the slightest catch in his breathing. He laughed, but it was softer, less certain. “O–Okay, whatever you say, sugar,” he muttered, voice slipping as he started to take you just a little more seriously.

You rewarded him with a slow, deliberate grind against his cock, feeling it harden beneath you as his breath hitched, his fingers twitching above his head, clearly aching to grab you but unable to.

“You’re gonna listen, right?” you teased, voice low, testing just how far you could push him.

“Yes,” he replied, but it wasn’t steady, the usual cocky edge blunted, replaced with a hint of submission.

“Good,” you murmured. You could feel the tension in his arms as he strained against the cuffs, testing his restraints but holding back, for now.

He could feel his cock twitching to be inside of you, but he could do nothing but watch as you grinded on his length. That smirk of his was slipping fast, the usual swagger replaced with something far more vulnerable.

“Still think this is funny?” you asked, pressing your hands down on his chest, pinning him harder. His eyes widened, and you watched as a bead of sweat formed on his brow, his cock pressing harder against you as he looked up, flushed, defiant, but beginning to crack.

Oh, who was he kidding? You looked so fucking hot like this. His dick was only getting harder by the second.

“N–No,” he admitted, voice breathy. He licked his lips, gaze locked on yours, his arrogance unraveling with each passing second.

You leaned in, slowly grinding on him. Each touch, each kiss was a slow burn, drawing out every last bit of his restraint. He started off with cocky retorts, but the longer you teased, denying him even the slightest touch, the more his smug façade crumbled.

His breath came in sharp gasps, smirks turning into bitten-back moans when you finally sank down onto his cock—agonizingly slow at that—and when he tried to lift his head to capture your lips, you pulled back, keeping him right on the edge.

Goo couldn’t handle this. Just when he thought you’d finally give him some release, you went completely still on top of him. No, no, he’d hold out—you’d move sooner or later, right?

But you didn’t. And now he was starting to feel cornered, his body aching for you to move. The way your cunt would give his dick a squeeze every now and then, the stillness so torturous he thought he might lose it.

“Please,” he murmured, voice stripped of all bravado, replaced with genuine need. His hips bucked against yours, wrists pulling desperately at the cuffs, eyes wide and pleading.

“What was that?” you asked, pretending not to hear, dragging your nails lightly down his chest, a teasing glint in your eyes.

“P-Please,” he repeated, louder this time, voice breaking, his face flushed as he looked up, wild-eyed and almost desperate. “Fuck, I—need you—”

You smirked, leaning down until your lips brushed against his, voice dipping into a low, teasing whisper. “Oh, now you’re begging? I thought you were the one in control.”

He let out a broken groan, head falling back as he tugged at the cuffs, his usual arrogance shattered. “Please,” he said again, voice raw, the word slipping out like a whimper, leaving him exposed to you.

You couldn’t help but grin, a thrill running through you as you saw him so undone, so needy—all because of you.

“Well,” you murmured, finally granting him a slow movement of your hips. The friction drawing a deep, shuddering moan from him. “Maybe I’ll give you what you want...as long as you keep being a good boy for me. Can you do that for me?” you purr at a tone that's so sweet yet razzing.

“Yes, yes-” he gasped, trembling beneath you, wide, desperate eyes locked onto yours, no trace of his usual swagger left. “I’ll be good. I promise. Just—please, just fuckin’ move.”

“Are you telling me what to do?” You ask, lifting an eyebrow at him with a small pout. He immediately shakes his head, “N–No, sugar, ‘m sorry��I just-”

Oh this was just too amusing.

ᯓ★—DG

Diego Kang, the level headed man. The one man circle, the legend of the first generation…the titles he’s earned could go on and on. Always exuding that calm confidence, that unshakable aura. But tonight, that was exactly what you aimed to break.

After all, he was still a man, wasn't he?

Your little movie date night with him is long forgotten by you as you shift closer, slipping your hand under the blanket, trailing your fingers over his thigh. You catch the briefest flicker of his eyes down to you, a faint question there, but he says nothing. Unfazed, as always.

Yet you don’t stop. Your hand slides further, pressing just a little harder, and when your fingers graze his cock through his sweats, you feel him tense ever so slightly. He doesn’t say a word, but there’s a slight exhale, barely audible, as he shifts in his seat.

You pull it out, touch feather-light as you ran your hand over the length of his cock, only teasing at first. He didn’t flinch, only looked down at you with that calm, unreadable gaze of his, like he was trying to figure out what game you were playing.

“You’re not going to get to me,” he murmured, that calm, even tone never wavering.

You smirked, looking up at him. “Is that so?”

Leaning forward, you wrapped your fingers around his cock, giving it a slow, torturous stroke from base to tip. He let out a measured breath, eyes narrowing as he tried to keep his expression neutral.

“Mmhm,” he replied, but there was the faintest tremor in his voice, just barely enough to let you know you were getting to him, even if he wouldn’t admit it.

Slowly, you ran your thumb over his slit, feeling his body tense under your touch. His jaw clenched, but he kept his eyes locked on the screen, refusing to let you see him slip.

“Nothing to say, hm?” you teased, keeping your strokes excruciatingly slow, keeping him right on the edge, but never giving him enough to tip over. The way your hand feels around his dick has him wanting more. More than this.

He could just imagine your pretty little lips wrapped around his thick cock or maybe even better—him sinking every single inch of him into you. He bites his lip, hands flexing at his sides.

It makes him swallow hard, adam’s apple bobbing as he forces himself to stay in control. “You’ll have to do better than that,” he replied, his voice tight but still steady.

Your fingers moved faster, stroking him with a little more pressure, watching his resolve waver, bit by bit. His breath hitched, his eyelids fluttering just slightly as he fought to keep his composure.

“Oh? So you don’t mind if I just… keep you here like this?” you murmured, voice laced with a teasing sweetness as you slowed your strokes, edging him right up to that breaking point before pulling back again.

His lips parted, and for a split second, you saw it—the faintest flicker of frustration in his eyes, a crack in that calm exterior. He let out a shaky breath, biting down on the inside of his cheek, clearly still fighting to stay composed.

“That’s... fine,” he managed, but his voice was strained, his hands clenching into fists at his sides now.

With a smirk, you leaned in, pressing your lips against his neck, littering the space with slow kisses. “I don’t think you can handle it,” you whispered against his skin. “In fact, I think you’re going to beg.”

His body tensed, and his breathing quickened, but he still wouldn’t give you the satisfaction of breaking. “I won’t,” he replied, though his voice had grown softer, barely above a whisper.

You laughed softly, moving your hand with a firmer stroke, watching as his cool demeanor slowly melted away, replaced by the raw need he could no longer hide.

“Let’s see,” you challenged, stroking him just a little faster. His gaze shifts down to his dick, looking furious at the constant denial of release. He could feel the tension build in his body as he struggled to hold onto what was left of his control.

Finally, a low, ragged moan escaped him, and he gave in. Those eyes hazy with desire as he whispered, barely audible, “Please…”

“Didn't hear you,” you teased, slowing your movements to a crawl, dragging out each stroke until he let out another shuddering breath.

“Please,” he repeated, his voice softer, almost pleading. His eyes met yours, the last of his composure slipping away as he gave in

You leaned back, smiling victoriously as he looked at you, expression shattered and vulnerable. It was everything you wanted, and you hadn’t even pushed him all the way over the edge yet.

“See?” you whispered, your fingers ghosting over his cock again, driving him right back to the brink. “I told you you’d beg.”

[wannaeatramyeon]

DG x Reader: Bodyguard

G/N. Cracky. You, the bodyguard. DG, the 'helpless' idol. Masterlists

When the rest of DG's senior team insisted he get a bodyguard, he thought it was a joke.

What sort of idiot would attack James Lee.

Then he remembered he's not James Lee, at least not to the general public. He's Diego Kang, CEO of PTJ Entertainment, an idol with amazing moves and an ass that won't quit but no fighting experience.

Right. Right. 

He supposes that makes sense. It would've been suspicious to say no, especially with his legions of stans and stalker, and his prior history.

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.

You're not exactly who he would have picked.

Bodyguards are usually monstrous, huge, intimidating men. You're not really any of the above.

In fact, you're kinda cute. And apparently your resume is also impressive enough too.

"Perfect candidate." 

"Extensive training." 

"Unmatched awareness." 

-were chirped into his ear before he gave you his nod of approval.

Besides, DG thinks it might work to his advantage to employ someone so unassuming.

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"No upskirt pictures!" You yell at the paparazzi, parting them to make way for the pink-haired idol, and pointing accusingly.

DG, in a moment of complete confusion, peers down to his own legs in case he really did wear a skirt.

No. He's in his pants, of course he is. His clothing is supplied as part of his sponsorship deal. Why would he be wearing a skirt?

"What was that?" He asks, when you're piled into his minivan. Brows knitted together instead of his usual cold, impassive expression.

You give him a shrug, "Just in case."

"In case of?"

"Just in case," you repeat, tapping your nose and nodding knowingly at him.

.

.

Now, he remembers.

During one of his many many boring meetings, when you were officially under his employment and before you started, he had been warned you might be like this.

.

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“No pictures today!” you holler and the paparazzi groan.

Someone brave enough shouts back why.

“DG lost all five MAMA noms and he’s in a terrible mood. He might ask me to kill you if you take any pictures,” you say back solemnly and without humour.

DG feels bitter but not that bitter. Upon hearing your words, he stifles a laugh into his sleeve and disguises it as a cough.

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. 

To sum it up, you're an oddball. 

Still, DG tolerates you because of your flashes of brilliance and your brutal honesty.

"Here, sir." You offer up a steaming hot drink and DG raises an eyebrow. "Honey and lemon. For your throat."

When DG doesn't take it, you finally explain. "Your singing sounded awful, sir. Thought you might need it."

Ah.

He did think he sounded off but the yes-men at the studio told him otherwise. He should have trusted his own instincts and makes a mental note to replace them.

DG chuckles to himself before taking the first sip.

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"No touching please," you jump in just as a fan is starting to get handsy.

"Excuse me?!"

You turn away from them, letting their indignant outrage slide off you and usher DG on to the next group to interact with.

DG gives you a nod of thanks and you give him a subtle wink back.

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"You best not be zooming in on his tits," you snarl at another paparazzi. "No under boob, side boobs, any boobs!"

DG glances down at his chest. Fully concealed in a mock neck jumper. There's no bare skin on show at all.

"Can you explain?" He asks, once you climb in the minivan after him and slide the door close.

"You know." You say, handing over another honey and lemon drink.

"I don't, actually."

"You know," you repeat, eyes signalling towards his chest area and hand gesticulating at your own. "And, y'know." 

You nod at his hot drink and pull a face, indicating that he was pitchy as hell in the last rehearsal.

DG shakes his head at your antics but takes a sip regardless.

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"For you, sir." You hold out a brand new baseball cap with both hands and head bowed respectfully.

"I don't want this."

"Yes but you need it."

"..."

"For your bad hair day."

"What?"

"Trust me, sir."

DG narrows his eyes at you. You're rude as hell, no tact at all. He’s not sure if you even have a filter, or you just say whatever thought pops into your mind. 

However.

Somewhere along the way, he finds that you're the only person that tells him the truth.

He takes the cap and thrusts it on his head.

"Much better!" You pipe up with an oblivious grin, adding insult to injury.

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"What are you doing?" DG pulls a face as you wrap your arm around his waist and hurry him on.

"There's someone tailing you," you murmur, "I've been watching them for the last five minutes."

There is? How on earth did this person get past his radar?

As if answering his thoughts, you tell him, "They look like a normal ajumma. No-one would have suspected her if I wasn't watching."

You pick up the pace and DG matches you stride for stride.

"Your manager is waiting just up ahead with the car. I'll take care of them." You give DG a salute and a toothy smile as he looks at you in alarm.

In all honesty, you look a bit helpless. Yes, your resume looks great and yes, your recommendations are glowing but DG hasn't actually seen you in action yet. He can't help the way his stomach lurches thinking about you in danger.

And what if this isn’t an untrained, rabid stan, but someone who knows about his other life and is after James Lee?

"I'll be fine, sir!" You turn quickly and sprint off in the opposite direction at breakneck speed.

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A couple hours later, after DG has paced endlessly back and forth, you show up at his office.

Your hair is a little out of place, and your regulation suit is a little dusty but you're otherwise untouched.

"Are you ok?" his eyes snap to yours.

"Of course, sir!" Your beam is as bright as ever.

DG exhales deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose, relief overwhelming him and he desperately wills his pulse to return to normal.

"Call me James," he sighs when he realises it's not working and his heart seems to beat quicker and louder now you're in sight.

You don't ask any questions like why James, why not Diego. You accept it at face value, no doubt having some secrets of your own.

Your smile is unfaltering as you respond, "Sure thing, James, sir!"

[kumasakka]

Hiii! Can you do how lookism men reaction will be about reader asking them “what if I disappear one day?” or “what if I disappeared one day, what you will do?”

Like hudson, gun, goo, eli jang, taeso ma, James lee and other characters.

Sorry if there was any mistakes, my english is not good. 😅

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ❝ 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐅 𝐈 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐘 ? ❞

little headcanon — how will the lookism cast answer or react to that question?

“Find you. But it's not like I'd let you leave my sight.”

JAMES LEE.  JAKE KIM. JICHANG KWAK. Daniel Park. Hudson Ahn.

“...I'm not letting you go anymore.”

JOHAN SEONG.  SEONGJI YUK.  Daniel Park.  euntae lee (vasco).  jerry kwon.

“Is this your way of breaking up?”

ELI JANG.  SEONGJI YUK.  Jake Kim.  Warren Chae. Jaegyeon Na.   jace park. ryuhei kuroda.  eugene.

Panicks, thinking you would leave soon.

JAY HONG. DANIEL PARK.

Blinks several times before returning back to his work. He will not answer such stupid question.

GUN PARK. SAMUEL SEO. Gitae Kim. eugene. diego kang.

“Search across the whole world, hang up missing posters, incite world chaos.”

GOO KIM.  SINU HAN.  ZACK LEE.  Ryuhei Kuroda. eugene. taesoo ma.

© 2024 kumasakka — do not plagiarize , copy , modify , translate our work !

a/n's note — never ever let me rank again. bY THE WAY I'M SO SO SO SO SO SORRY FOR THE LATE UPDATE.

[moonbyulsstuff]

Can you please write for gun, goo, johan, dg, samuel when they confess to their fem!crush she laughs cause she doesn't believe them (considering how they are) and tells them that they don't need to lie to her in order to use her/not to make fun of her. Thank you!!!

There's No Way.

Female Reader.

Requested.

Request Rules.

Masterlist.

Diego Kang:

Surprise.

That's what [Name] feels right now.

Eyes wide, mouth agape, and her heart hammering against her chest.

There's no way the DIEGO KANG said those words to her, it has to be a joke, right? There's no way the stoic, nonchalant, and laid back Diego said those 3 words to her.

And she couldn't help but burst into laughter as a result.

"HAHAHAHAHA!! There's no way, right? You have to be joking right now, Diego!"

[Name] said as Diego just watched her laugh with a straight, serious face. He just watched her continue to laugh like what he said was a joke.

After awhile, she finally calmed down and looked at him seriously.

"You're joking, right?"

[Name] asked, looking Diego straight in the eyes. He sighed and ran his hand through his hair and looked at her with his usual expression, but she could see the hint of vulnerability, genuine and love behind those stoic eyes.

"You really think I would joke about something as love?"

He said, making [Name] serious, her expression one of caught of guard. She could hear the sincerity in his voice. [Name] was taken it back to be honest, she never thought in a million years Diego could be so vulnerable.

She bit her lip and Diego could see that she didn't know what to do or think, he sighed as he walked towards her and gently held her hand.

[Name] looked at him in surprise, feeling his rough, calloused hands intertwined with hers. She could feel her face burning up from the gesture, she bit her lower lip even more.

".. I'm not joking on what I said, I'm serious. You know I would never joke about something like that... especially to you.." Diego softly said as he leaned close to [Name] face, [Name] stared at his eyes and she could feel her knees getting weaker.

"Please believe me..." Thump. "I do.."

Thump.

"Love you..."

Diego saw her face getting red even more, it made him chuckle as he softly caress her face. "Do you believe me now? Or do I need to kiss you to pr-" "Okay! Okay! I believe you!"

Samuel Seo:

"What did you say?" Samuel kissed his teeth as he looked away and tiny red blushes on his cheek. "I said I love you idiot..." Samuel said while scratching the back of his neck.

[Name] stared at him before she let out a chuckle making Samuel looked at her in confusion, he raised an eyebrow looking at her. "What? Why did you chuckle?" Samuel asked as he crossed his arms.

She looked at him with a smile. "I don't believe you Samuel, if this is a joke. You got me there." [Name] said as Samuel went quiet.

He stared at her dumbfounded at her words before he fully realized on what she said, he sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I'm not joking.." Samuel grumbled which only made [Name] chuckle once more which cause his irritation to grow.

"I'm not.." "C'mon Samuel..." [Name] said looking at him with a apologetic smile. "You were never the type to joke around..." She said as his irritation grew and a tick mark appeared on his forehead.

Thud!

Her eyes widened as she looked at Samuel, her back pressed against the wall. Samuel had pinned her on the wall, though not harshly of course. His large hands gripping on her shoulders tightly but not too tight that it might cause a bruise.

"Samuel?" Samuel drew his face closer to [Name], their nose just an inch from touching each other.

"This is getting irritating..." He said pushing his hair back as [Name] looked at him, blinking profusely. "I am in love with you god damnit... I'm not joking... I wish I was... I don't know how or when, but all I know is that I am suddenly in love with you.." Samuel said with a serious tone as [Name] stood there.

Listening to his confessions.

"You and your stupid adorable face... your cute eyes... pouty lips... it's driving me crazy.." Samuel muttered, getting close to [Name] face who's breath hitched while making eye contact with Samuel.

"I am in love with you, and I am not joking." Samuel said before pulling away but not before [Name] grabbed his face and kissing him in the lips, it caught Samuel off guard at the feeling of her soft lips against his. But slowly he kissed her back, holding her close to him.

Pushing his body closer to hers as he wrapped his arms around [Name] body. After awhile, they both pulled away from the kiss and panted heavily. He chuckled and smirked, seeing [Name] face. "Damn, you look so cute right now."

Goo Kim:

"I don't believe you." "Eh?" Goo stood there, eyes blinking profusely while staring at [Name]. His mind processing the words before he let out a loud scream. "EEEHHHH??!?!" He yelled as [Name] covered her ears from the scream that the blonde let out, she sighed as Goo started to pace around the room in shock at what she said to his confession.

Mumbling on how [Name] didn't believe his words while she watched, [Name] sighed and coughed catching Goo's attention.

Goo stopped pacing around and stood in front of her and held her shoulders. "Why don't you believe me? Is it something that I said? the way I said? My tone of voice? My facial expression?" Goo said, wanting to know on why the girl he loves didn't believe him.

[Name] sighed and stopped Goo from continuing shaking her back and forth. "C'mon... this has to be one of your pranks, right? There's no way you would... have feelings for me..." [Name] said as Goo took a step back.

It dawned on him on why she didn't believe him.

He was a prankster, he teased everyone and wasn't serious all the time. No wonder his beloved [Name] didn't believe him, it was his notorious reputation.

[Name] stood there, staring at the now quiet Goo.

"Goo? Is something wrong?" The blonde took a deep breath, [Name] tilted her head as she raised an eyebrow. "Goo?" She asked once more.

He then kneeled down on the ground shocking [Name] at the gesture. "Goo?" [Name] asked before he turned his head to look straight at her.

[Name] was surprised at the look on his face, it was serious. She has seen him being serious before and mostly it was during fights, and now here...

"[Name]... the love of my life... the girl who captured my heart... listen to what I have to say... I am not joking, I am serious. I love you. I love you truly from the bottom of my heart, I love you more than anything in the world! More than fighting, more than my swords and more than money. I love you so much."

Goo said so seriously that it made [Name] heart thump at his words, she blushed as she slapped his shoulder. "Idiot!" "Huh?! Did I do something wrong?" Goo watched as she stomped off but swore he could see her face was red as a tomato, it made him smile and chuckle and followed behind her.

"My love!" "Don't call me that!"

Gun Park:

"Say what now?" [Name] said staring at Gun with wide eyes, he sighed and put his hands in his pocket. "Are you deaf? I said I love you idiot." Gun said as she blinked profusely.

"Yo-You're serious, right?" She asked as Gun nodded, [Name] didn't know if he was joking or not but Gun was not the type to joke about something or anything at all. And he looked serious when he said it.

But she didn't know if he was serious that he was feelings for her,

"... you're not... playing right?" Gun sighed and nodded, though it irritated him seeing her ask so questions like she doubted him, though she did, but he couldn't blame her. He was never the type to have feelings for anything except in fighting.

But [Name] was the one that showed him love, what love felt like. And it was a pleasant feeling he never wants to go away.

"I'm not joking, believe me.." He took a step forward and held her hand close to his chest, where his heart was.

[Name] could feel his heart beat and it was beating loudly, she blushed and looked at him as she could feel his thumbs caressing over her knuckles.

"You... you are the one making my heart beat faster than ever... you're the one making it beat faster outside of fighting and it's a pleasant feeling..." Gun said as he slowly brought her hand to his lips and gently kissed her knuckles.

[Name] blushed as she held his hand tighter, he looked at her through his sunglasses. "So... do you feel the same way?" Gun asked, his heart beating faster at her answer.

She smiled which caused Gun view to bright. "Of course!"

Johan Seong:

"I love you.." "Eh?" [Name] blushed at Johan's sudden confession to her, her heart started to beat loudly but she quickly shook it off and looked at him. "Why are you saying that?" She asked, acting casual. He looked at her with his childlike eyes which she couldn't resist. "Because I love you..." Johan said tilting his head.

She gulped. "There's no way that you love me... you're just joking right?" [Name] said looking away from him, Johan's face deflated at her words. He sighed before he wrapped his arms around her shoulders, catching her off guard.

"Jo-Johan?!" [Name] stuttered as she felt her face burning up from his gesture, he snuggled his face against the crook of her neck which made her shivered.

"I do love you..." Johan mumbled, [Name] bit her lip as she listened. "Ever since we were kids... I never got the courage to tell 'till now... I've been coward... hiding and running away from my feelings for you.." Johan said as his arms around her shoulders tightened.

"But now... I won't... I won't run away from these feelings anymore.." He said as he looked up his head to look at her flushing face, Johan smiled at the sight of her face.

"So... I'm not joking... you know I'm bad at telling jokes.." Johan said as he turned her around to face him, he watched as she averted her gaze away from him.

"Look at me.." Johan pleaded with puppy dog eyes before he gently gripped her chin, forcing him to look at her. [Name] heart welled at Johan's face.

It was so cute that it made her heart burst. "I love you to the bottom of my heart..." Johan said as [Name] flushed, steam was coming out of her head.

"I... I love you too.." Johan smiled brightly at her words and kissed her cheek which made her squeal and hid her face against his chest, he chuckled and hugged her.

"I love you so much.."

[okaysonny]

lookism characters that should meet (or interact more)

doing ANYTHING but studying 😋

gun and kouji

interacted briefly during stalker arc...and they both hate each other like i KNOW they were funny af as a duo. kouji defo cackled when he saw gun getting arrested on the news

vin jin and dg

dg is defo pulling up at some point in busan arc or when allied are all together. imagine vin jin being like...i'm never getting an opportunity like this again!

and then he starts rapping in front of dg 😭😭 and allied stand there like 😦

can ptj put dg in funny and awkward situations pleaseee

crystal and jake

crystal: neglectful father, living in charles' shadow (daughter of HNH group's ceo), father was a member of gapryong's fist, father died under mysterious circumstances, crystal would know his suicide seems suspicious and likely wants to investigate his death + background - would lead her down the path of pre gen and gapryong's murder, FINE AF.

jake: neglectful father, living in gapryong's shadow (son of gapryong kim), father led gapryong's fist, father died under mysterious circumstances, jake knows charles had james 🔪 gapryong but doesn't know HOW it went down - wants to look into pre gen and gapryong's murder, FINE AF.

HMMM I'M NOOTICING!!! 🤨☝🏽 the wheels in the head are turning!!!

eli and johan

johan joins j high's beauty department and the girls there go CRAZY because there's another HOT guy joining. all the girls flock over to them. johan stands there like 🧍🏻‍♂️.

vasco and zack watch with tearful eyes because the people they saved are the ones getting girls instead of them 🤦🏽‍♀️

vin jin says something like aren't you the elementary school graduate with fucked up eyes?! and johan's expression darkens. everyone's like OMG vin jin is in for it now 😧

but johan just smiles and pats his shoulder as he walks away.

johan is great at doing hair. eli is shit at doing hair. johan is smug af about it. but they're becoming friends 😄 let us leave worker's badges and broken wands behind us

samuel and logan

THEY'RE BOTH IN GOO'S GROUP BUT WE'VE NEVER SEEN THEM TALK 💔

oh the thought of it has me giggling. so unserious

logan says some out of pocket shit about his chest or tattoos

yenna and jerry

small baby and gentle giant ❤️ jerry and warren are also very chill with each other...imagine them meeting. awww 😄

i hope one of these interactions happen. i need it for my soul ^_^ 🫀

[sasucaty]

"I alone am the honoured one" aah mfs

[rikosseen]

James Lee/DG x Reader: “Is that James Lee?”

Anon request? | Featuring the gen 1 kings

Seokdu Wang watches Taesoo intently, slowly picking up the brussel sprouts on his plate. The Ansan King is trembling, completely dropping the dead boar he’s holding on the ground, his only eye glued on the small TV with a pulsating bulge.

Is that James fucking Lee?

And- Lo and behold, it most certainly is. The menace is on Taesoo’s TV screen, holding an almost identical little girl in his arms, laughing. The bastard is laughing.

“Why’s that fucker on national TV?”

Seokdu offers a casual shrug, while Jichang gives him a sharp look, clearly disapproving of the fact that Taesoo just dropped an entire animal on the floor.

“Mm’apparently he’s an Idol,” Jaegyeon snorts, slurping on a drink.

An Idol? The prick who took his eyeball all those years ago is a prissy celebrity?

Taesoo’s face twitches in something close to a seizure as he watches James answer a question from the interviewer, proudly proclaiming that his supposed daughter inherited her red hair from him. A woman—his girlfriend? Wife?—stands beside him, draped on his arm, looking entirely too content.

With a sharp hiss, Taesoo flings his jacket over the screen, as though it could somehow shield him from the sheer injustice of the moment. The other kings exchange knowing glances, but Taesoo is already stalking off, his frustration practically vibrating in the air. He plops down outside, fists clenched, eyes shooting angry lasers at the ground.

Fuck. How many fans does he have? He’s not even that good looking. He’s fucking megamind with that forehead.

Taesoo scrambles to get his phone out of his pocket, and once he does, goes on a rampage search. Creating new accounts left and right, he dives into a sea of fan edits, each one more nauseating than the last. The fawning comments directed towards James- Diego, only fuel his rage further.

Taesoo decides that he needs to balance things out, and makes his very own hate comments to satisfy himself. But it’s not enough. He’s furious at James’ success, and wants to see the man fall.

And then, it happens. His eyes fall upon a video— a twerking video. Of Diego Kang throwing it back and doing aegyo. Taesoo’s fake eye pops out, and instantly, he’s rolling on the ground, cackling like a deranged weirdo.

Jaegyeon steps outside, only to be perplexed at the sight of the grown man writhing on the ground. With a scowl, he considers running Taesoo over with the Initial N again.

[amphitriteswife]

୨♡୧.valentines day.୨♡୧

‘Is this what you’re giving me?’ DG raised an eyebrow, he was sitting on one of the sofa’s at the pool, drinking a cocktail that was in his hand. It wasn’t often that the pink haired k-pop idol had a moment to actually relax. Not even today, he had a fan sign today but luckily it finished early. ‘You don’t like it?’ DG chuckled at you, his hand stirring the cocktail in his hand, his eyes looking at your back. He could see the lid of the box besides you, a nice pink bow and his signature on the silky fabric that was wrapped around it. ‘They’re limited edition.’ His lips wrapped around the brim of the glass, his eyes still looking at you sitting by the pool, staring down at the box. The fresh yet sweet taste of the cocktail swirled in his mouth. ‘This is….nice…’ DG snickered at your reaction, getting up to his feet and sitting besides you at the pool. His eyes drifted to the box. They were cards. Kpop cards. Of DG. All signed by him with his signature. He looked like a whole other person, your usual stoic boyfriend now doing an aegyo as well as intimate poses…like twerking…they were…interesting…to say the least….’you told me you wanted me for valentines day remember?’ The soft sound of you saying ‘ew’ as a reflex made DG glare at you with a deadly face.

‘Miss…there’s someone outside for you…should i call the police?’ Your eyes followed the finger of your co-worker…until you saw gun standing besides his car, a bouquet of red roses in his hand. He looked rather fancy…if that wasn’t already his normal outfit. It was…surprising…to say the least. Jonggun isn’t romantic at all, and you never took him for someone who would be into Valentines day. But here he is with roses in his hand. You thanked your coworker and went outside to him, taking the bouquet out his hands and placing a kiss on his cheek. Gun didn’t react much to your kiss and just placed his hands on your hips. ‘Thank you.’ You told him, looking at the red roses. They seemed very fresh, kept together with a white lint. Jonggun also gave you another box. This one seemed more like a bakkery product rather than something else. Opening the box you saw a cake made in the shape of a heart. The buttercream was sloppy and the sprinkles were sliding off…it clearly hadn’t been cooled down and the letters looked very wonky. ‘You made this?’ Jonggun let out a hum. You still couldn’t see his eyes because of the glasses. But his hum gave away that he was indeed the one who made the sloppy cake. It’s not the best but it’s the thought that counts! Besides…maybe you can trick him into baking more. Who knew that a man as terrifying as gun would like to bake? ‘Eat it.’

‘Samuel?’ The call of his name still hadn’t made Samuel raise his eyes at you, only a rather annoyed hum escaped his lips. His pen scribbling on some documents he was signing. ‘Did you sent me this?’ You asked him holding up a rather cute teddy hear from a specific brand you collected plushies from. Samuel glances at you briefly before turning to his documents again. ‘Yes.’ ‘Why didn’t you give it to me directly…you would’ve seen me anyway today.’ Samuel put down his pen. His eyes now focused on you. A tired sigh escaped his lips. ‘I couldn’t be bothered.’ ‘Wow.’ Samuel looked at you with narrowed eyes. Is this a sign of disrespect? Hmph. He does his best you know? He tries. Even if he’s busy because of all this paperwork and because everyone takes a day off on valentines day. Noticing his rather moody face you replied flatly. ‘I was being sarcastic’ Samuel didn’t buy your words but didn’t question it either. Just sitting in his chair with his arms crossed around his chest. His head leaning against the headrest of the chair. A very light weight being thrown at his chest made him grunt in surprise. His eyes fell to his lap where a mini cat like plush was holding a heart with the world ‘i love you’ on it. Samuel kept a straight face. ‘This is ugly’

‘Happy valentines day babe.’ You stopped in your tracks to your bedroom. You just came home from work and hadn’t seen Goo all day, at least you expected him to be either with Jonggun or just doing his own job…not here…like this. Goo looked at you with a rather smug grin and wiggled his eyebrows at you. ‘Not even getting one back? Did i stun you too much?’ Goo leaned back, letting you take a look at his almost naked body that was only covered with a single red lint. A bow hanging right around his grional area. Goo took a notice of you staring at him and chuckled at you. A teasing smirk on his lips ‘you’re staring. You pervert.’ ‘I’m not a pervert.’ You told him defensively. He’s the one being naked! Not you! ‘But you’re still staring though?’ Goo replied rather cluelessly. His hands grabbing you by your shirt. He smelled rather different today. A perfume you usually smelled on Jonggun. Did Goo steal his perfume? It was a strong yet lighter scent than most of Jonggun’s perfume. Why did Goo have it on? ‘You like it? Don’t tell him, he wouldn’t want me touching his stuff’ ‘yeah…it smells great’ Goo smirked at your response and took off his glasses, his hands now moving to your hips and throwing you onto the bed. His form towering over you, who was looking up at him from the bed. Goo glanced down at the bow and then at you. ‘Won’t you open your present?’

[person25]

Me: I need them in my BONES😍

Also me, an asexual: would never participate in sexual intimacy

[koiiiji]

this is canon of their poly dating, fight me (pls don’t)

@immortalityforthegoddess pls what is claw guy name i always keep forgetting🙏🥹

[locomoqo]

i just binge read almost everything of your work man it so scrumptious 😔😔 do you mind if i request dg/james lee fluff if youre available to write rn :DD feel free to do whatever im fine with any dg crumbs 🧎‍♀️

photographs

— diego kang x reader

details: established relationship, fluff

A/N: pink hair dg will always stay iconic

You hold the instax, examining it with curiosity and excitement. "I’ve always wanted to try one of these," you say, smiling as Diego watches you. His usual composed expression softens as he observes you fumbling with the buttons, snapping quick, playful shots around the room.

Diego leans back on the couch, a faint smile tugging at his lips as he watches you examine the camera. "Figured you'd like it," he says, his voice warm and easy.

“Smile!” you announce, pointing the camera at him. Without missing a beat, he obliges, striking a casual pose with a wink that has you grinning as the photo spits out.

“Alright, alright, enough of me,” Diego chuckles, leaning forward and gently plucking the camera from your hands. “Your turn.”

You scrunch your nose and shake your head, feigning protest. “Nuh-uh, I’m not photogenic.”

"That's nonsense," he replies, his fingers lightly tilting your chin so you’re looking straight at him. He lifts the camera, positioning it with such focus that it feels like he’s seeing you in a way no one else does. He studies the lighting, ensuring it frames you just right. "Okay, smile for me."

You give in, managing a small, hesitant grin, but halfway through, you burst out laughing, embarrassed by how silly you feel. Right at that moment, Diego snaps the picture. The camera whirs, and you wait as the polaroid develops, a bit self-conscious. “See?” you insist, laughing nervously. "I probably look ridiculous—”

You pause, your words caught in your throat when you notice his expression. Diego’s eyes are glued to the photo, his usual calm demeanor softened, his lips parted just slightly, as if he’s momentarily stunned.

“What?” you ask, suddenly feeling shy under his gaze. “Is it that bad?”

For a moment, he doesn’t answer, his thumb grazing the edges of the photo as he stares at it. Then he looks up at you, his expression full of a quiet fondness that makes your heart flutter. "Ridiculous?" he echoes, as if the thought itself is absurd. “Nah. You look like an angel.”

Heat rises to your cheeks, and you find yourself fidgeting, your fingers toying with the hem of your shirt as you try to brush it off. "You’re lying," you say, but the warmth in his gaze makes your pulse quicken.

Diego steps closer, his smile soft but persistent. "Am I?" he murmurs,  "See for yourself." he held the polaroid in front of you. When you glance at the photo, you barely recognize yourself. He managed to capture you mid-laughter, the light in your eyes bright and candid, a natural happiness that makes the image feel special. Even… beautiful.

Lost in your thoughts, you don’t notice him watching you with a grin until he leans in, his face just inches from yours, his breath tickling your ear. "You know," he murmurs, a playful spark in his eyes, "I’ve got a few ideas for some more… memorable shots." He tilts his head, smirking. "But for those," he adds, his voice dropping to a teasing whisper, "we might need… less clothing."

Your eyes widen, and you swat him on the shoulder with a mock gasp. "Diego!"

He chuckles, shrugging in a mock display of innocence, but the glint in his eyes betrays his amusement. "What?" he laughs, a rich, unrestrained sound that makes your heart skip a beat. "I'm just saying—artistic photos, something to really remember this by."

You shake your head, laughing at his antics, but your heart swells at the way he looks at you, like he sees something in you no one else does. You both settle back on the couch, and he slips an arm around your shoulder, drawing you close as you hold the photo in your hand, feeling more special than you ever thought a picture could make you feel.

"Maybe next time," you say, grinning up at him, and he chuckles, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

"Next time," he agrees, his voice a gentle murmur.

[wannaeatramyeon]

Lookism: "No thank you! I have a partner!"

Silly. G/N. Y'all probably seen the meme. Your partner comes home drunk and doesn't recognise you. Masterlists

Gun Park, Ryuhei Kuroda, Goo Kim, DG, Vin Jin, Jake Kim, Samuel Seo

Loud scratching and thumps at your front door wakes you. You wonder whether to arm yourself with a frying pan and then you hear your boyfriend muttering slurred profanities.

A loud bang reverberates through your home as he stumbles, drunk, through the door.

With a sigh, you crawl out of bed to check the state they're in.

Gun gazes at you, bleary-eyed and half focused. Slightly swaying on his feet, a very unusual sight of someone usually in full control of their body.

Then something clicks in his brain, eyes hardening just before he looks away. He tells you, tone disinterested, that he's a taken man.

"I don't know how I ended up here, but don't get the wrong idea."

He turns around, exits his own living room, exits his own home, and sleeps outside the apartment in the hallway instead.

.

.

"Yeah you're pretty cute," Ryuhei mumbles, words slurring together, "But my partner is cuter."

He pulls his phone out, drops it twice, unlocks it on the third attempt and shows you a picture - one that you have seen, actually one that you took of him smooching you on the cheek.

"Aren't they cute?" He beams, utterly besotted. "Let me just crash here," he says as he collapses on the sofa. "If you touch me I'll scream."

.

.

"Get your hands off me!" Goo screeches, slapping you away as you try to undress him and get him ready for bed. "My my, you're forward aren't you?"

Goo leans forward and gives you a smile halfway between utterly charming and complete sleazeball.

Then, all bravado evaporates and he sighs.

"Oh sweetheart you would be just my type, but," he pushes you off the bed, "I'm taken and very happy about it."

He lies down, burritoing himself and turning his back to you. "You can make your own way out."

.

.

Vin fiddles with his sunglasses, peering approvingly at you.

Even in his drunken haze he can tell that damn, you're fine. Except. He is also lucid enough to realise he is not looking respectfully anymore and he thinks of you, his ride or die, and his face completely changes.

He frowns and asks you what the hell you are looking at. That you have no chance. He has a partner at home that is much hotter, much better, thank you very much and yeah he's an asshole but he's not going to cheat so back the fuck off.

You roll your eyes, hackles would have been much higher if he wasn't actually being sweet in his own way.

.

.

DG takes a moment to process the situation. And when he does, he gets it completely wrong.

He plasters on his k-pop smile. The one reserved for winning over fans, interviewers and for his insincere apology videos.

"Did you want an autograph?" He pulls out a photocard from his inner pocket and a pen (and wow, you did not realise he carried a stack of his photos. You are not going to let him live this down) and scribbles his signature that comes with some love hearts and sparkles and passes it over to you.

"Here you go," he holds it out to you in both hands, not before mumbling under his breath, "You're cute but shit if you turn into another stalker..."

.

.

Jake is already asleep on the sofa by the time you pad out, which must be some super power in itself.

"Wake up," You give his shoulder a shake. He frowns, then cracks one eye open. "Come to bed."

He grunts something indecipherable and attempts to roll his oversized frame on your undersized sofa.

"Jake, cmon."

You start to drag him to your bedroom, your touch finally waking something inside and he bolts upright, removing your hands firmly off him.

"I have a partner." He tells you with no room for any misinterpretation. "But," he scratches absentmindedly at his stomach, "Do you have any food?"

.

.

Samuel does as he's told. Obediently removing his trousers, and unbuttoning his shirt, taking it off-

(Truly, you had no ulterior motive, you just wanted to remove the stink of alcohol.)

When, maybe for the first time in his life, he is afflicted with modesty and a startling clarity.

He yanks his shirt back on and pulls his trousers on with surprisingly sober efficiency.

"Absolutely not," he glowers at you, "This is not happening. I'm taken."

[moonbyulsstuff]

Hi, could you write a Dg or Jaegyeon Na x Wife!Reader who is pregnant with triplets and a member of the first generation, she was known for having an elegant fighting style and being the strongest woman, the Workers or the Allied looking for it (sorry if it's too much I would understand that you refuse)

She's My Fiancée/Wife.

Female Reader.

Requested.

Female Reader.

Request Rules.

Masterlist.

Jaegyeon Na:

"Who are you?" Jaegyeon glared down at the black haired boy, his arms slung around [Name] shoulder who was caressing her giant belly. "U-Ummm.." The boy said as h recognized Jaegyeon but it seems like the blonde didn't.

"Why were you talking to my wife huh? What business do you have with her?"

Jaegyeon got close to the boy face, looking at him angrily before his ears was pulled back by his wife. [Name] chuckled and smiled at the boy. "I'm sorry about him, he gets protective.." [Name] said.

The boy nervously chuckled and nodded. "I-It's alright..." He said as [Name] pulled Jaegyeon back like it was nothing, the boy stared in shock.

'No wonder she was regarded as the strongest women back then...' He thought

"But, I'm sorry. I won't join." [Name] said as Jaegyeon looked at her in confusion. "What are you talking about?" Jaegyeon asked, as his eyes diverted back to the black haired boy.

"I see..." "You see... I'm pregnant and that life is behind me now... I want to live peacefully with my husband and my children.." [Name] said holding Jaegyeon arm, her fingers caressing his biceps which made him blush.

They turned around but not before [Name] gave the boy one last smile. "Daniel, right?" She said as the boy nodded, she hummed. "You look like him.." [Name] commented before walking away with his husband leaving Daniel dumbfounded at her words.

After walking for awhile, Jaegyeon turned to look at his wife. "What was that all about?" He asked, [Name] looked at him. She smiled and chuckled, leaning her against his shoulder.

"Nothing, just a curious kid.."

Jaegyeon hummed. "You said you put that life behind you... was he mentioning what you were like before?" He said as [Name] chuckled and nodded. "Yeah, he somehow knew... maybe someone told him..." She said while caressing her stomach.

He softened seeing her round big stomach, they stopped by his car as he crouched down and pressed his head against her stomach. His hands caressing his stomach.

"Ahh, I can't wait for our triplets to be born... little you's running around the house~" Jaegyeon said with a huge smile which caused [Name] chuckle.

Diego Kang:

"Don't bother with it Eugene."

Diego said crossing his arms, looking at the black haired boy across the table who only chuckled and tilted his head. "Why is that?" He asked.

"Because she won't, she's heavily pregnant." Diego said making Eugene chuckle. "I see, is that why there's a rumor going on you're going to get married?" Eugene said as Diego only stared at him.

Eugene chuckled, seeing that he was right.

"How far along is she?" "4 months in.." Diego leaned against the chair. "Don't bother trying to get in contact with her, no matter what. She won't be joining." Diego said as Eugene chuckled once more and shook his head. "Don't worry, I won't. I won't make a pregnant woman fight." Eugene said.

The meeting between was over, Diego arrived back at his penthouse and was greeted with the smell of cooking in the air. He went to the kitchen and saw his dear wife, [Name] cooking in the kitchen.

Her round belly was evident that she was carrying his children in, it brought happiness inside Diego as he approached her. "[Name].." He said, wrapping his arms around her.

"Welcome back Diego.." She giggled as she turned around and kissed him on the cheek, he hummed in content and looked at the food that she was cooking.

"Cooking chicken stew once more?" He said as [Name] chuckled and nodded. "I was craving it along with hot sauce and some apple..." [Name] said, listing off her cravings.

Diego chuckled and kissed her cheek while softly caressing [Name] huge belly, excited for the triplets to come.

[okaysonny]

Pls can you write James Lee dating headcanons and Diego Kanga dating headcanons. Like they are same person but their personality and mannerism are completely different.

Also your write is very good it sticks to character perfectly and feels great to see a fellow Indian❤️

dating headcanons ╏ james lee + diego kang

a/n: yasss india mentioned 🇮🇳 james/dg...very difficult to grasp...he is kind of annoying ❤️ so these are very much HEADcanons. enjoy!

JAMES LEE

✦ highschool romance troupe obviouslyyy

✦ imagine this scenario: james always sees you studying in school...when everyone has left already. at first he doesn't care, but you're just always in there and he eventually asks what you're doing.

✦ as if you'd admit to james lee the prodigy that you're struggling with school 🤣 you have one sided beef with this man.

✦ surprise, surprise...you end up talking and an acquaintanceship forms.

✦ your relationship with james...it's not really a relationship. more of a situationship, tbh. just an unspoken pining that eventually develops.

✦ james is really angsty in terms of romance, imo. the only time you see each other is when you're there after school and he's come back from another rampage.

✦ i think he'd eventually tutor you, much to your annoyance. but the next day, you show james that you did well on the exam!! he'd play the nonchalant gimmick, but there's something warm settling in his chest.

✦ drops lollipops in your bag when you're not looking 😆 awww

✦ like i said...he's angsty as hell. imagine asking james what he wants to do after school, and he has an ANGSTY look because he'll be committing WAR CRIMES

✦ you bring up boring office jobs, but you figure james lee the prodigy would have a more exciting career anyways. but...he finds himself imagining a normal life, having a boring office job...maybe with you.

✦ for obvious reasons, he can't. james doesn't even entertain the thought.

✦ corny "he only feels this way around you" troupe 🤣😭 one day you decide to ruffle his hair and james suddenly feels like a normal high school kid.

✦ ANGSTY RELATIONSHIP -> ANGSTY ENDING. weather it be you not showing up anymore (after finding out he mutilates people!!) , orrr him not showing up, because he has a path laid out for him.

✦ it's tragic, because there was no intimacy at all!! no hand holding, no kissing, nothing! yet the late hours in the classroom all built up to something. for all his perfection, i'm not sure if james would realise what he's feeling.

✦ when he sees corporate employees laughing together after becoming diego kang, he still wonders what a boring office job would be like. with you.

DIEGO KANG

way more fun and light hearted, i promise!

✦ dg would absolutely nottt date a fan. if you know him, but don't really care about him, he'll be a bit more open to the idea. buttt, i think you'd have to somehow not know who he is to really pique dg's interest.

✦ don't get me wrong, it's not a "...i've never met someone who doesn't know diego kang 😳" type of thinking. he just doesn't want power imbalances in a relationship.

✦ with dg, very much opposites attract. i think he's drawn to bubbly and funny people.

✦ two words: 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏 🫦

✦ makes you aware the relationship has to be secret and all that shebang.

✦ i feel like dg's music only appeals to a...certain demographic (teenage girls) and he KNOWS that too. so if you give his tunes a listen and tell him: wow...this is shit, he'll find it oddly endearing. dg is surrounded by yes men, so he likes the honesty that his shitty songs are shitty.

✦ you already know the gifts + pampering would be out of this world 😮‍💨 it would be rude to not spoil you, considering the secrecy of your relationship + his constant absence.

✦ like i said before, for all his perfection, he doesn't really understand that sometimes you don't need an apology necklace for dg being away, you're just happy to see him again.

✦ late night motorcycle rides when he's feeling a little 𝒂𝒅𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔. alexa, play cool for the summer

✦ you make fun of him when he does cringe things for the fans lmfao...that was the first time diego kang felt humiliated.

✦ another CRACK in his perfect persona: i think dg can't make funny jokes. even when he was james lee he couldn't, but the cocky persona masked it. now that he's more calm + stoic, it's very apparent.

remember when dg acted like he was gonna use the USB as a bargaining chip against eugene, but then said: "i'm kidding 😜"

🤣😭 THIS WEIRDO! idk if it was a silent warning, but it's my headcanon that it wasn't - he just genuinely thought it was funny.

✦ imagine that troupe of you know...it wouldn't kill you to crack a joke every once in a while. and dg is surprised because he thinks he's a hoot. so he says a shit joke and you actually laugh because of how bad it is. but...dg thinks you're laughing because it was funny, and feels a sense of pride.

✦ he's defo the type to laugh at a crude comment from you and then quickly cough to act like it wasn't HILARIOUS.

✦ now that he's retired, i think dg would go public with your relationship. he's trying to break out of that kpop idol image + show that he's serious about you.

✦ anddd i think he'd tell you about james lee and gapryong once he's absolutely sure you won't leave him. (i don't mean that in a creepy way lmao)

✦ despite my disdain for this FREAK i'd feel very safe with him as my bf ☺️ always arranges a body guard to accompany you if he's not there. but the most comforting thing is his hugs. i think dg gives the best hugs...and he doesn't even realise :')

✦ with you, diego feels free, yet bound in the best way possible.

divider: @thecutestgrotto

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Hello, I love your work, can you write a Dg x boyfriend! Reader who is like Osaragi from Sakamoto days please, take care of yourself, you are great

FAR FROM ANY ROAD ゜・DG

"And strange hands halted me, the looming shadows danced; I fell down to the thorny brush and felt the trembling hands." And after the numbing day concludes, after the rain swallows all your sorrows, where else do you return if not home? honestly anon when I got this request I was fully wondering whether you meant the full deal of osagiri and was going to write actual assassin reader... then I re read the request. anyways hope you enjoy this short fic because once more I was at a loss whether to write actual headcanons or a scenario.. pairing: diego kang x male reader warnings: canon typical violence, blood, sort of hurt/comfort? not comedic sorry :'( wc: 1.4k

LOOKISM MASTERLIST

MASTERLIST ・゜・NAVIGATION

Tonight, the rivulets of rain streaming down your body feel particularly heavy. Those drops chase the blood that stains your skin and seeps into your clothes: petrichor battling against the acrid, metallic reek; purification against the concentrated sanguine of your sins and the sins of these assailants. 

In this abandoned construction site, you feel much like these unfinished buildings. A crude facade with crumbling foundations. Of course, the unconscious bodies of these Workers resemble those decrepit structures far more—alas, you’re not referencing their physical state, but rather the slightly-numbed, slightly-exhausted mental state you’re in. 

The bruises and scrapes littering your skin might make any lesser man hiss at his incompetence in guarding his temple, but to you, you absently trace the wounds with curious fascination. One last moment of entertainment, before your fun and games abruptly end. 

“How unpleasant,” you finally utter—the bleak words are washed away by the rain, to be heard by nobody but yourself. It’s always a thrill to perform your Sacred Duty; that is, teaching these wrong-doers a salient lesson that is beaten into their very bones. Your transgressions are only to correct their own sins, not bound to any particular affiliation but yourself. 

Against your injuries, your gelid fingers don’t spark the same warmth he does. It is at this particular moment that the joy completely evaporates, it is at this moment where all you want is to take off the crushing black veil and retreat back home. 

Home. You’ll be late as usual—limping back to the dimly-lit apartment with carmine kissing your knuckles and a frown on your face. 

These hours, where the clouds swirl a rich black, and only the street lamps pity your lonely journey home, no longer feel so welcome. So it's despondently that you start the meander back to the city. 

゜・

It’s early summer when you transfer to his class—almost comically late in the year, James Lee notes. Right on the cusp of the holidays, you stand before your peers with caustically empty eyes and a careful blankness on your face. How dull, he dismisses before crunching down on his candy: an obnoxious gesture that swivels your pupils in his direction. But not much else changes in your face—it seems you’ll be just as boring as his classmates, if not slightly more weird.

Though, as you slip into your seat with almost serpentine grace, as you click your mechanical pencil in such a way he briefly wonders whether you know you’re wielding a writing utensil and not a weapon, as your loping gait starts appearing in the edges of his vision wherever he is—this is where his eyes start following your motions curiously.

These endeavours prove fruitless; you’re a model student, if not subpar to his own vast academic success. There’s nothing noteworthy about your clipped speech, nor about your penchant to eat heaping bowls of food in one serving on the rooftops. Maybe there is that feeling he gets—that you seem to be holding yourself back during sports and other activities—but he’s come to his own conclusion. Boring. And just like that, his interest wanes once more.

It’s in the holidays that he sees you once more. This time, you’re out of uniform and in such peculiar garb he half-believes you’re an apparition: clad in rich black with a veil thrown over your head.  Or at least, he would believe you were a ghost were it not for the heaps of unconscious gang members strewn around you, and the vibrant red staining your fists and face. And when he laughs, when your head finally turns to gaze at the boy at the abandoned parking lot—you look as nonplussed as ever, and that is perhaps the most interesting thing about this ill-fated encounter.

Even with the lacerations cutting deep, you barely wince. Even as he finds you, again and again and again as you’re guts deep in beating these ‘sinners’ up, you barely spare him any greetings as he watches on amusedly. Even as he’s taken to cheering you on from the sidelines, you ignore him just like he did you—though, it’s more matter-of-fact than malicious, like it would be unprofessional to acknowledge him. 

It seems James Lee has found himself a new form of entertainment: all wrapped up neatly in a parcel of a boy with weirdly haunting eyes. 

゜・

But with age, naturally, comes the act of growing up. As he sheds his crimson locks, as he slips on his new moniker and buries his name along with his past, as he finally puts a name on the captivation you’ve bound him in—no longer does he laugh as you throw yourself into danger. 

Rather, with each new scar you accumulate on the vast and brilliant canvas of your skin, he can’t help but feel each pain on his own body. 

This especially bodes true as you stumble across the threshold, back into the lonely recesses of your apartment. It’s a small thing in the suburbs—far from prying eyes that snag on the lace decorating your body, far from those that could pick up on your sins. 

When you shuck off the heavy boots—ever the contrast against the exquisite craftsmanship of your clothing—you want nothing more than to collapse against the cold tiles of the floor. As you take on the more fatal—the more perilous—jobs, the money proportionally increases. 

But you don’t get the chance to sink onto the ground, because warm hands suddenly catch your frigid body just as you’re about to keel over. 

DG, Kang Dagyum, Diego—he’s got many names. James. The man you’ve known for the past three years holds you close to his designer sweater. He willingly lets the plush fabric to be soaked in the sins that trailed in with you: clear, polluted rain, which seems to perfectly encapsulate your sullen mood; mud soaking the hem over your veil; and finally the sanguine, oily blood that never seems to wash off. 

“Sorry.” Guilt eats away at you as you watch the material seep with wickedness. “I ruined it.”

Laconic as ever, you feel worse for staining his clothes than you do for coming home bruised and bleeding. His heart seems as tattered as you look, wrenching and twisting through his flesh while you inhale the powdery scent of his freshly-laundered loungewear. 

“You’re not sorry for coming home to me like this?” he bites out. There’s not a trace of laughter in the tight lines of his mouth—for James can’t find these stupid jobs amusing any more. He makes enough, God knows he makes more than enough, for you to leave this cursed work behind and just stay by his side. 

“Um,” you murmur, and he can practically hear the cogs in your brain whirring as you wonder why he’s not mentioning the deep smears of crimson that assault his outfit. “I can change before coming in—”

“Stop.” He interrupts you with his tight grip on your body and the concerned, devoted glint in his softening eyes. “Can’t you worry about yourself for once?”

His job is harsh within itself: volatility and high-pressure wrapped in one, but the things you do for money are downright punitive. It’s paradoxically comical: a man who’s stained his hands with blood far darker and deeper than you have, versus a pseudo-vigilante whose life revolves around violence. Diego Kang, or more accurately, James Lee conceals his past as though it were a separate entity: while still keeping the dregs of yesteryear with him in the form of you.

No, that’s not right. He doesn’t keep you by him. He’s bound to you instead, he realises through his adoring gaze and tender hands, through the reverent kisses he presses to your glacial arms. 

You still as his fingers card through your skin: past the fragile, wounded dermis; weaving through the sinuous muscles, and past the tangles of veins; and finally, they hold tight on the steady thrum of your pulse. You’re alive. You’re alive and breathing, and your heart is still beating through all those layers. 

Only then does he gaze up at you. None of his past ghosts through his look: neither boredom nor the callous indifference he once regarded you with. He’s been destroyed and reborn anew within these three years, while you still remain the painfully reckless fool. 

He’s no longer James Lee.

No, there’s not a single trace left of the boy who once saw your endless struggle as entertaining: save maybe the part of him that’s always been enraptured by your existence.  

゜・

EXTRAS

DG: …

reader: yeah I beat up those haters who were harassing you on twitter

DG: …

DG: without me 🥺