#Lucky ★彡

[xinganhao]

🎱 svt gets jealous ft. producer!reader.

anon → "I always had this idea in my head: seventeen when a fellow female idol under their company is a producer too and is helping to produce their new album, and they start falling for them but get jealous seeing another member and her interacting closely, laughing together etc."

⌗ ┆hyung line ( + a special jihoon chapter! ) ★ ₊ ˚ maknae line.

‧₊˚✩彡 includes: idol/producer!reader, jealousy, svt confesses to reader, svt asks reader out, friends to lovers (implied), [light] angst, fluff -ish, headcanons under the cut. still open to requests!

🎱 headcanons .ᐟ

of course seungcheol is the jealous type. 95z tease him about how visibly pouty he gets when your attention is elsewhere. as petulant as he is, seungcheol has an image to maintain— and, besides, he's always been a bit of a go-getter. he's straightforward enough about his intentions without outwardly exposing his envy. he bides his time, because he's unlikely to initiate anything while you're still producing with the group. but once that passes? you can anticipate a proper invitation to go out on a date.

jeonghan deals with his jealousy by teasing you with the other members, almost even pushing you in their direction. in some way, he's testing you, gauging your reaction. the other half of him really just wants to get a rise out of you. he'll let you know about how he feels in the most casual and cool way, too, like he's just telling you about the weather. afterwards, it's a lot more light teasing— this time, in the form of him poking fun at his own feelings. "yah, you're so lucky to have caught my eye," he'll joke. "what is it with you that has all of us falling over our feet, hm?"

try as he might, joshua can't be chill about the fact that he's feeling something akin to jealousy. he'd be the type to try and evade it, but not in an obvious way. maybe he keeps his distance. maybe he gets a little quiet around you. he's not the pouty type, not the one who will throw a fit; instead, he relegates himself to the sidelines. he'd tell you of his feelings a little later down the line, and only so he can completely get over it.

junhui pins the blame on you. he'll kid around about you cozying up to the other boys in a bid to hide how upset he is that it's not him you're cozying up to. still, there's a smug air to him whenever he confirms that you don't think of them that way. he can be confusing— is he flirting with you? is he just being friendly?— until he finally asks you out. "don't act like you didn't know i liked you," he'll huff, completely oblivious to his mixed signals.

on the flipside of the coin, soonyoung is the complete opposite. he wears his heart on his sleeve, after all. why should this be an exception? he'll whine about not having your attention. he'll fawn over your work until the others are begging him to tone it down. and he'll make it very, very clear that while you're not his (yet), he does not appreciate the other members interacting so closely with you. when it comes to soonyoung, it's really just a matter of when you'll give in to his painfully obvious advances.

this whole situation— falling for someone he's not supposed to, getting jealous of his own members— activates wonwoo's fight or flight response like crazy. it's one thing to accept the fact that, okay, maybe he has a crush on you. but when he has to deal with the fact that he's feeling negatively towards the boys who are as good as his brothers? yeah, wonwoo doesn't like that. in short: he chooses flight. he might freeze you out, might suddenly go from friendly to just cordial enough that it's not mean. the moment he realizes what's happening, wonwoo doesn't hesitate to put his walls up. + a wonwoo drabble!

🎱 the jihoon 'chapter' .ᐟ

author's note: anon, u had no way of knowing this, but i have a brewing jihoon story with a very similar plot as ur request— i absolutely could not resist a quick special (featuring my half-baked thoughts/wip which will hopefully come to life some day lol)

jihoon isn't entirely sure what to make of having a new producer on board, even if it is a temporary arrangement. perhaps it had been his pride. a part of him was happy having BUMZU and PRISMFILTER around, but anything beyond that felt like a challenge. and to have to do this with a fellow idol-producer? it definitely felt like a test of some sorts.

jihoon's hesitance morphs from begrudging respect, to genuine appreciation, to something akin to admiration. he likes your work and your ethic. he sees why you produce for your group; can recognize some of that scrappy, hungry qualities you bring to the studio.

because you run such parallel lines as idols, jihoon ends up exposing to you a habit of his that he tends to only ever show off to his co-producers. he video calls. often.

never mind if it's something that can be resolved over text or audio message. jihoon will video call instead of text because he usually talks in streams of consciousness, because he needs to see your real-time reaction to a lyric or a tune. that's just the type of person that he is, and you quickly get used to it in the months you work together.

honestly, the thoughts of jealousy are secondary to jihoon. if anything, what he's forced to reckon with is a much more foreign feeling. the flutter of his chest when you walk in to his studio. the stutter in his pulse as your fingers lightly brush over his DAW. the hitch of his breath when your head falls, ever so slightly, on to his shoulder, the longer the evening drags on.

jihoon is a man in his late twenties. as he tries to stay absolutely still to keep you from waking, there's only one thing on his mind: wasn't he too old to have a crush?

(when your shared project ends, jihoon goes back and forth before deciding— fuck it. he had nothing to lose and everything to gain.)

(and so he 'confesses' in the most jihoon way he knows: with a song.)

[milliumizoomi]

armando headcanons w his gf that is the total opposite of him? kind of like grumpy x sunshine? 😫

𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒

☆彡SUMMARY.; In which Armando doesn’t understand why for the love of god he fell in love with such a hyperactive woman.

☆彡FEATURED.; ARMANDO ARETAS x FEM!READER

☆彡TROPE.; ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP || GRUMPY x SUNSHINE

☆彡FORMAT.; HEADCANONS

☆彡GENRE.; FLUFF + CRACK + ANGST [if you squint]

☆彡WARNINGS.; Mature Language, mentions of violence, mentions of guns, mentions of possessiveness,

☆彡NOTES.; no cause I saw this request and immediately knew this was gon be tewwww funny😭,, thank u soooo much for the request love and I hope you all enjoy!!🩵

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED🎉.

★ firstly, I’d like to preface this by saying that you both met through his dad.. in a roundabout type of way

★ He was working a case with his dad, got shot at, the usual, shooter missed and you, an innocent bystander, almost got a hole put in your body had he not snatched you out of the way

★ and after that, he just became interested in you

★ his dad even game him a phone just so he can call and text you

★ and to be honest he wonders why.. because you’re “strange” he says

★ maybe it’s the fact that you didn’t even flinch when you almost got shot at, opting to thank him with a bright and warm smile

★ or maybe it’s the fact that as your relationship progressed, you found out who he was and what he does for a living and simply shrugged it off

★ he genuinely doesn’t get it.. at all

★ but you barely give him enough time to keep him thinking about that when every second you’re with him you’re practically bouncing off the walls

★ the both of you couldn’t be any different

★ you were practically a ball of hot radioactive energy, always laughing or smiling about anything at all

★ while he liked staying quiet, and when he does open his mouth it’s straight disrespect to anyone he’s taking to

★ so naturally, he finds you hard to deal with at times

★ not in the sense that he’s irritated with you, but in the sense that he wants to knock you out just so you can calm down

★ and if someone irritates him, you’d have to step in and excuse him before he can say anything that would get a gun pointed in his face or a fight breaks out

★ and when he’s around, you get fully dependent of him

★ seeming that he’s not around a lot having been in jail, whenever he does come out, whether it be a couple weeks or even months, whenever you get to see him it’s like you turn your brain off and let him make all the decisions

★ and as much as he hates to admit it, he actually doesn’t mind when you act like that (he loves it)

★ you act so wise eyed and elated everytime you’re with him

★ which throws off a lot of people in his circle of “associates” as he likes to call them

★ because how the hell did this happy go lucky woman get this is cold blooded murderer

★ and then you’ll just tell them “he’s hot and I love him so it works out”

★ and with you being so hyper and energetic, he’d definitely be reeling you in some of the time

★ he’d wouldn’t be rude with it though, but he’s very firm with you

★ like if he thinks you’re getting too loud when you’re in a group and having a conversation he’d be pull you into him by your waist so your back is on his chest

★ then he’d whisper in your, “calma tu trasero mamá” (Calm down your ass, mama)

★ and you ofc listened cause like.. who wouldn’t???

★ because of your personality, people tend to flock around you a lot, loving the energy you give off

★ he however, doesn’t play that shit and will tell people to back the fuck up

★ especially when he realizes that you’re starting to get uncomfortable

★ he’s possessive as shit so anybody he doesn’t know he doesn’t want crowding you or being in your space

★ you’d also bite him a lot and he’d let you

★ simply because your bites barely feel like anything since his pain tolerance is so high from all the fights and shoot outs he’s been in

★ and eventually, whenever you do manage to wear yourself out, he’ll carry you, whether it’s on his back or he picks you up by your thighs and wraps your legs around his waist

★ you definitely made him softer, to the people he knows like his dad and stuff, but that’s about it

★ and whenever he does get mad at you, he can’t even say he’s actually angry because you’d be smiling in his face

★ and when he is in jail and you go visit him, you carry his favorite foods and stuff and put little sticky notes with smiley faces and I love you messages that he can only crack a little smile and shake his head at

★ and seeming that your always so happy, you smile doing anything at all, and he loves that cause he thinks your smile is so pretty

★ that doubled with the fact that he finds your lips extremely sexy for some reason

★ and he’s actually very protective over you

★ type of boyfriend to say “wear what you want, I can fight”

★ you definitely soften up his image while with him

★ usually he’s the silent, intense type when he’s alone, but when you’re standing next to him, smiling up and him and pulling at him to go somewhere with you then the intensity goes down somewhat

★ that’s only cause he’s looking at you tho, when he has to look away from you that intensity comes right back

★ firmly believe also if and when he comes to you with injuries, you take care of them until you’re sure they’re all cleaned and wrapped properly

★ in private, he loves when you wash his hair or doing hair for him while you’re yapping away about something that happened while you were out that day

★ so in conclusion, you stress him out in the best way possible and he makes you put all you social abilities to good use to get his ass out of trouble

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[ickyblickyy]

★彡 EXPLOSIVE HEARTS 彡★

pairing: katsuki bakugou x fem!reader

sypnosis: upon losing feelings for your boyfriend monoma, you start developing a new attraction towards the football team's quarterback. the only problem is, you two have never met. but that's where your bestest friends come in.

two | series m.list | four

THREE. undying love

NOVEMBER 27TH

1:47 PM

you hear the ring of the bell as soon as you and your friends enter the cozy cafe that recently opened up. it was cute; baby blue colored walls decorated with fairy lights and soft music playing in the background. the space gave you peace of mind, taking away all the stress that was bubbling up deep inside you.

you all made your way to a booth that was big enough to accommodate all six of you. after getting yourselves situated, you found yourself sitting in between shinsou and todoroki with midoriya sitting in front of you, uraraka and iida on either side of him.

you noticed a menu on the table and picked it up. you looked through the menu and decided on what you wanted, spicy ramen and strawberry boba. everyone took their turn looking through the menu and after several minutes, everyone knew what they wanted to order. midoriya and uraraka offered to go make the orders in line while the rest of you stayed back, to which you all agreed.

“so,” shinsou started, breaking the silence and turning to look at you. you look at him with a raise of your eyebrows, indicating that you were listening.

“when are you going to confess your undying love to bakugou?” shinsou asked, smirking at the way your nose scrunched up and the very obvious blush creeping onto your face.

“hitoshi, be serious. we don’t even know each other,” you replied, rolling your eyes as your best friend attempted to wriggle his eyebrows, making him look dumb.

“if you wanted to, you could get to know him, l/n,” iida said, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

“yeah, one of these days you two are bound to talk since we’re friends with his friends,” shinsou added.

“yeah, but—” you started before todoroki cut you off.

“speak of the devil,” the boy said and you all looked over to where his gaze was pointed at. a pink-haired girl with four guys following behind her was approaching your table, all of whom you were familiar with due to having at least one class with them.

however, one guy in particular caught your eye; his spiky ash-blond hair and his piercing red gaze were pleasing to the eye. you thought his eyes were the prettiest thing ever (that’s a lie—even though you liked bakugou’s eyes, no one could compete with the beauty of todoroki’s eyes).

shinsou smirked when he saw exactly who your eyes landed on first and started obnoxiously nudging your side with his elbow. you looked at him with creased eyebrows before lightly slapping his arm, muttering something along the lines of how he needed to behave for once.

“hey, guys!” mina exclaimed, stopping by your table.

“hey, mina!” you smiled at her, always pleased to see your happy-go-lucky friend. you liked that about mina, she always brought positivity into your life.

“these are my friends. i’m sure you know them,” mina said, pointing to the boys behind her. the boys you recognized as kirishima, kaminari, and sero all greeted you while bakugou stayed silent.

“hey, boys,” you said back, not noticing the way bakugou’s eyes landed on you.

“d’ya mind if we sit with you guys?” kirishima asked, scratching the back of his neck. “the place is real packed and there’s no tables left.”

“of course, kirishima! the more the merrier!” iida exclaimed, scooting over to make space for the group.

“this’ll be a great opportunity to catch up, won’t it?” shinsou asked with a smirk on his face, subtly winking at you.

and this is how you found yourself sitting between shinsou and todoroki once again. however, now there was kaminari on shinsou’s left and sero next to kaminari. across from sero was uraraka with midoriya on her right and bakugou on his right. next to bakugou was kirishima, mina, and iida. it was a pretty packed table, but you didn’t mind at all.

what you did mind was that somehow, bakugou ended up across from you. shinsou was having the time of his life watching your reactions every time you and bakugou made eye contact by accident.

when your food came, you were delighted, having been ready to eat since you left the dorms. as you were sipping on your boba, you heard bakugou kiss his teeth which made you look up at him.

“what’s wrong?” kirishima asked, a concerned expression on his face.

“they got my fuckin’ order wrong. i asked for spicy ramen and they gave me katsudon,” bakugou replied with an obviously annoyed tone. “how the fuck do you even mix that up?”

you don’t know what came over you, nor do you care to even understand, but a surge of confidence suddenly bursts through you. you pushed your untouched bowl of spicy ramen towards bakugou before speaking.

“you can have mine.”

everyone paused to look at you, only your friends staring at you in utter shock. you would never willingly give someone your food, even if it was just a trade. shinsou and todorki shared a knowing look before shinsou started smirking, causing todoroki to roll his eyes.

“nah, it’s fine, l/n. we don’t want to trouble you, especially after invading your hangout,” kirishima said, furrowing his eyebrows. “we can just fix his order.”

“no, really, it’s fine. the line is long anyway,” you said, pointing to the line behind your table for emphasis. “we can just switch and finally enjoy our food in peace.”

kirishima looked at bakugou who just sat in silence, staring at y/n. kirishima didn’t miss the blush spreading across bakugou’s cheeks either. he just nodded at you with a smile on his face and started digging in.

you finally looked at bakugou again and he quickly looked away, trying to hide the blush he knew was on his face. he pushed his bowl towards you and said, “thanks or whatever.”

you smiled softly at him before you took the bowl and immediately started eating. soon after, everyone was immersed in their own conversations while enjoying their food. bakugou couldn’t keep his eyes off of you which didn’t go unnoticed by everyone besides you.

as you were talking to shinsou and scrolling through instagram, you suddenly got a text from one of your cheer sisters that read, ‘bro wtf’, followed by a picture. you stopped talking and furrowed your eyebrows which caught shinsou’s attention. he looked down at your phone to see what made you stop, but as soon as you clicked the message, the smirk that was always etched onto his face dropped to a frown.

the picture that she sent made your heart drop to your stomach. it was a picture of monoma making out with a girl that was sitting on his lap. midoriya had noticed your mood switch even though he was a little far from you. he had caught shinsou’s eye and had silently asked what was wrong. shinsou mouthed, ‘monoma’, and midoriya frowned.

with a tilt of his head towards the door, midoriya silently asked shinsou to console you elsewhere, knowing full well how you felt about showing your vulnerability around people. shinsou nodded before tugging on your sleeve.

“guys, ‘m gonna take y/n back to her dorm. she’s not feeling well,” shinsou said. he turned to look at kaminari and sero and they silently got up to let you and shinsou go.

“aww, feel better, babe,” mina pouted as she watched you pick your boba up. “i’ll see you back at the dorms later.”

you mumbled a ‘thanks’ before you got up to leave with shinsou. however, bakugou suddenly stopped you with a call of your name. everyone, besides you, raised their eyebrows in confusion at bakugou. he never called anyone by their name upon first meeting them, usually making up some nickname for them based off of their appearance.

bakugou held his hand out towards you with money in it. you tilted your head to the side before asking, “what’s this for?”

“for the food,” bakugou huffed.

you chuckled before putting your hands up in a defensive manner. “it’s fine! our food was the same amount of money anyways. you don’t owe m—”

bakugou cut you off with a glare, “just take it before i change my mind.”

you nodded sheepishly and took the money before thanking him. after that encounter, you and shinsou bid your friends goodbye before walking out of the cafe.

todoroki noticed something that no one else did. he saw the way bakugou’s growing annoyance faded away into a little frown as he watched you and shinsou leave. it wasn’t his usual frown that he kept on his face everywhere he went, no, it was much deeper than that.

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[seuonji]

night shift ★彡 xu minghao

xu minghao x yn ln

— a smau with written parts.

notes ๑ gn!reader, fluff, humour.

warnings ๑ profanity

彡when yn’s juniors finds trouble with some fellow college mates, yn goes through mountains just to get them justice, even if it means needing to infiltrate and make friends with the most intimidating clique on campus.

masterlist

profiles — folder.yn — folder.minghao

#1 expel him!

#2 observing!

#3 please hire me!

#4 i want to resign!

#5 better days when?!

#6 a bittersweet encounter!

#7 7th chance!

#8 wasted times!

#9 yn’s boyfriend!

#10 paracetamol!

#11 monopoly!

#12 an easy man!

#13 kuromi pic!

#14 white tee!

#15 lucky charm!

#16 …!

more to come…

[desafinado]

★彡 *•.♡ calling them a term of endearment

can i call you mine, and can i call you my lover?

°｡⋆ self-indulgent, fluffy fluff, swearing, a bit suggestive

°｡⋆ alhaitham, diluc, kaveh, xiao x reader (wc:)

note: diluc’s is kinda diff bc idk i just melt every time i write him sdjfkdsjfsdf hes such a gentleman but soft i wanna spoil bb boy… also if you think pet names or cheesy or some shit or whatever this is obviously not for u, talk to the wall this is my blog

alhaitham ♡

“yes, baby?”

you settled into his lap getting a bit more comfortable, but it seemed like alhaitham had frozen into place. you had been dating for a month or so, and yes he’d often call you “dear”, but a term of endearment coming from you? and that term being “baby”? he wasn’t expecting that at all.

“i–uh. book.”

that was all he could mutter, completely forgetting what he was saying, thinking even. you giggled at the sight before you, a taken aback, nervous, and speechless alhaitham; lucky for you, you’d be the only one who got to see it. you snuggled into his chest before teasing him a bit further.

“yes, baby, what about the book?”

there it was again, “baby”. it was going to be the death of him for sure.

“baby? what… what’s the meaning of this?” you weren’t going to let him off so easily, you were gonna savor this while it lasted. “babies are humans at infancy, you know, the first stage of–”

“stop teasing for my sake, please.” he let out an exasperated sigh while you just giggled at his agony. you could get used to this, if this was gonna be the reaction every time. “okay, okay, fine. there’s no reason actually. i just wanted to call you baby, and i think i’m gonna start calling you that more often.”

“i’ll allow it.” he says a little too quickly, and you know he for sure approves as well.

“hmm… but no reason you say?” you hum in approval as he shifts so that his head rests on your shoulder. you close your eyes melting into the warmth he provided; that moment of peace was short lived, however, as he started leaving kisses on the sensitive spots of your neck.

“haitham..! y-you know i’m sensitive there!”

“i know, baby, but i just felt like it. you’re acquainted with the feeling aren’t you?”

diluc ♡

“what’s wrong, sweetheart?”

you were sitting by the window, gazing out into the vineyards of the dawn winery. it was obvious that something was running through your mind by the tense look on your face. you shook your head for a moment, before returning his gaze.

“it's nothing really. just thinking of a term of endearment for you.” you got up from your seat to approach, cup his cheeks oh so tenderly. “sweetheart, darling, honey? you have so much for me, yet i haven’t the slightest clue what to call you.” 

to think that diluc had so much affection and adoration for you, but you couldn’t even think of some cute nickname to call him. everything either felt too cheesy or too formal, but whatever he called you seemed to be just right.

“you know, whatever you might call me, i know i’ll love. you could call me a grape for all i care, and i’d still be head over heels for you.” he snaked his arms around your waist, pulling you all the more closer. he couldn’t be serious, could he?

“i’m serious, diluc! i wanna call you something that does you justice. something i could address you in letters, call you in public; something that’ll let everyone know you’re mine.”

he looks up in thought for a second, trying his best to help you out. “sugar?” “too cheesy.” “dear?” “too basic.” “... that’s all i’ve got, darling, i’m sorry.”

an idea finally pops into your head, though, something you should’ve seen earlier.

“what about beloved? because you know… i love you dearly, a-and you’re my…'' after all this time, you still find your heart racing when referring to diluc as your lover, but that only lends the nickname more points. his smile becomes a happy one, giving you a gentle peck on your heated cheeks.

“it’s perfect, beloved, and just so you know, i love you too, and you are my one and only lover.”

kaveh ♡

“kaveh, my love, could you pass me the salt?”

kaveh does as he’s told, but not without a shocked look on his face. you look up from the dough you’re mixing to see the look on his face, raising an eyebrow in response. was he not aware that you could put salt in cookies?

“love? you called me your love!!?” he was practically singing praises. you didn’t realize it meant that much to him, but you were pleased by his reaction nonetheless, a faint chuckle escaping your lips.

“is it that groundbreaking?” you genuinely doubted if he perceived you as unromantic, but you were also aware he had the tendency to be dramatic. his lips calmed down to a sheepish smile.

“it’s nothing like that, i didn’t mean to offend you. it’s just that i’ve been waiting for you to call me one, since we’ve been together.” he hugs you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“i see, i apologize if you had to wait long.” you felt a pang of guilt hit you, knowing he felt that way, but you felt him lightly shaking his head. “no, no, no. i wanted it to happen naturally, and the way you said it just earlier just felt… right.”

once it was time to put them in the oven, he still clung onto you as if you’d evaporate the moment he let go. you could never turn down his physical affection, but this was shaping up to be a bit difficult.

“kaveh… it’s a bit hard to put them in the oven without burning myself if you don’t let go.”

“really now? i’ll let go if you say the magic word.”

“hah. you’re really running with it, aren’t you?”

“magic words, love.” he earned a sigh from you before you finally gave into his desires.

“let go for a second, would you, my love?”

“of course, my love, but once those cookies are in the oven, you’re mine for the next fifteen minutes.”

xiao ♡

xiao was already in disbelief from the fact he had somehow won your affection, and was living a pleasantly romantic relationship with you. this, however, was a whole new level of domesticity.

“i’m sorry, can you repeat that?”

“if i call out dearest, while referring to you of course, will you be able to hear me and come to my aid?” maybe it was silly of you to ask, but you were genuinely curious. 

“i… why would you refer to me as dearest?” he was still trying to wrap his head around this whole thing.

“because you’re my dearest? it’s a term of endearment.” you’re sure he’s heard of pet names throughout his years on liyue, so you weren’t quite sure why he was being so naive about it.

“i know that, i just– you really want to call me that?” you nod simply, taking his hand into yours, rubbing circles into his palm.

“if it makes you uncomfortable, i won’t bring it up again. i just thought it would be a cute way of addressing you, calling for you.” there’s some disappointment in your voice, but you genuinely did not want to overstep any boundaries he wasn’t ready to cross.

“no, i love it.”

he squeezes your hand, starting up into your eyes. that look he gave you, full of affection and love, made you weak.

“are you sure? you really don’t–”

“no, i’m sure. i love it, and i’ll be there the moment you call.” there’s a pure and bright smile painted across his face, and you’ve never been more in awe. 

“g-great, that’s great!” you stutter out, not really expecting him to accept it so wholeheartedly so quickly. the space between you falls into a comfortable quiet, though you feel a wave of shyness wash over you.

“you can call me other names too, whatever you like. i’ll always be there, okay?” you nod timidly, afraid to make a fool out of yourself any further; xiao’s smile grows wider.

“hmm, then it's settled. you shall call me your dearest as you are mine, isn’t that right, my darling dearest?”

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𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒑𝒂𝒅: 𝒋𝒆𝒛𝒛𝒆𝒓𝒐

ミ★ 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆. merry christmas my lovely’s! this is our first christmas together 😳. I hope you guys enjoy 😛 and It would be awesome If you guys went to visit my wattpad and voted!! have a merry Christmas 🤍‼️

彡 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 - christmas morning had to be the best feeling every year. waking up to a sunny sky, birds chirping In the air and waking up next to your handsome husband every morning. your eyes had fluttered open due to the sun peaking through the blinds, groaning as you turned away from the brightness to be faced with your husband. he looked so soft and peaceful when he’s sleeping, his long white eyelashes and his messy hair over his face he looked like a porcupine.

you scooted closer feeling his warmth engulf with yours, bringing your hand up to his face to brush his hair away admiring him. how did you get so lucky? you sighed placing your hand on his cheek, caressing your thumb against him cheek feeling him relax Into your palm. by your sensation on his cheek and extra warmth on his face his eyes slowly started to open, already seeing you awake staring at him, “why’re you being creepy again.” he mumbled with a short yawn after hearing a scoff, “good morning to you too sleepy head” satoru chuckled at your sarcastic tone feeling your hand leave his cheek as you sat up In bed. he groaned softly as he stretched his arms out with another yawn, sitting up scratching his head. “why you up so early?.” you bit your lip with a shy smile as you reached over the bed to grab a box from under your side of the bed, revealing It to him.

satoru eyed the gift then eyed you with a raised brow, “whats this?.” he knew exactly what It was but he was surprised. he’s never gotten a gift before, a christmas gift at that. you placed the present In front of him, placing your hands on your lap, “It’s for you..” again, satoru eyed the gift not knowing what to do. should he open It? should he wait? you saw he was confused of what to do, only sighing. “you can open It baby.” you gave permission, watching as he grabbed the box tearing It open. the sound of paper being torn made your heart spike, you were so nervous. “merry christmas my love.” you smiled, as he saw what his present was, “I knew how much you wanted this and so I decided to—!!.” couldn’t finish your sentence before you were tackled with a heavy body and a bunch of kisses on your face. you giggled squirming under him yelling at him to stop but he only laughed and continued kissing your cheek, nose, forehead, jaw— he was so happy.

“ok! ok! that tickles!.” the begs and pleases for him to stop only made him smile more. you went out your way to buy him something he could’ve easily gotten, but knowing you and your love for gifting you did It anyways. the last kiss on your face he finally pulled away, hugging you close. “you didn’t have to get this for me, I could’ve gotten this my own time.” he said pulling back from the hug, shrugging your shoulders, “but I wanted to get It for you anyways.” he rolled his eyes, “you’re too much.”

“yet you love It~.” you teased pecking him on the cheek before getting out of bed stretching with a satisfying moan, “I’m gonna go make breakfast and then after we can open the rest of your gifts.” rest?! you saw the look on his face. before he had the chance to say anything you started to giggle rushing out the room before he had the chance to say something, “what do you mean by the rest?!” he yelled and you only laughed going down the stairs hearing a loud thud, “y/n! tell meeeeee.” he whined but again you only ignored his pleases and whines. when he got ignored he slouched on the ground with a huff arms crossed staring at the ceiling. “y/nnnnnn!.”

“love you satoruuu!.”

-

彡 𝑺𝒖𝒌𝒖𝒏𝒂 - this was sukuna’s first christmas considering he’s never celebrated It before nor cared about It till you came. and his son. It was the morning of christmas, snow covering around the shrine with bits of sun shining through your shared bedroom, sukuna sleeping soundly cuddled up to you— or your pillow considering the fact you were already awake with your son planning a little prank to wake him up. when you came to s/n about It he had the devious smile on his face, the same smile sukuna would make. he was just like his dad, same hair, same attitude, almost the same personality but mixed with some of your traits. his eyes were like yours, his nose, ears, mouth. you would say he’s a mama’s boy but according to ryomen he’s a daddy’s boy. s/n laughed quietly as you both tippy toed to the master bedroom to see the four armed curse sleeping like he worked a 9-5 shift. hair messy, blankets off half way his body, leg poking out, you giggled at his position walking closer to him with s/n close behind holding In his laugh. when you both stopped In front of the bed you looked down at s/n who was already looking at you counting down on your fingers. 3. 2. 1..

-

“GOODMORNING DADDY!!” s/n voice echoed as he jumped ontop of him, instantly getting woken up by pressure on his stomach and a loud voice. sukuna groaned with a loud sigh snapping his eyes towards you who was laughing at his reaction. “funny.” he said with a not impressed look using his lower hand to pick up s/n, standing out of bed walking towards you, you smiled at him as he only frowned lifting s/n to his point of view, “who’s Idea was It.” with no hesitation s/n pointed to your direction, “It was mommy’s Idea!!” your mouth dropped as you looked at your son with betrayal, “you little snitch.” he only shrugged his shoulders with that same evil grin sukuna has. ryomen looked down at his son then towards you then back at his son, “thinkin what I’m thinkin kid?.” s/n nodded his head looking back at you as they both had the same grin.

your eyes went wide when you realized..your son betrayed his own mother for his father. when the realization hit you were quick to run out the room with tiny and heavy footsteps coming your way, “no! I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” you screamed as you ran like your life depended on It. you were getting chased by the same person! ones a kid and ones a full grown adult with four arms, you could hear them gaining closer and closer soon feeling a little munchkin on your back, slowing you down. “gotchu mommy!.” he giggled hearing your pleasings and begs as sukuna gained closer. you heard a deep chuckle, feeling two hands on your waist stopping you mid way. when sukuna got a hold of you, s/n jumped off your back high fiving his dad, seeing him lift you ontop of his shoulder as you kicked and screamed trying to get away, “baby you’re supposed to be on my side!.” s/n shrugged, “daddy promised to get me ice cream If I helped.”

“of course he did.” you glared at him as he glared back pinching your waist. you flinched from the pinched slapping him on the back with a huff but sighed in defeat going ragdoll on his shoulders accepting your defeat as he took you somewhere In the giant mansion. after a few second walk you felt your body get lift off his shoulders and onto the couch that was facing the christmas tree, sitting next to you as s/n rushed to under the tree with excitement In his face. “there’s so many!.” he said with excitement, looking at all the wrapped presents chuckling at his reaction leaning Into sukuna who put an arm over your shoulder, “and they’re all for you baby.”

the morning went by fast but slow at the same time. s/n opening his christmas presents, presenting each and every gift you guys got him. after all the stress and looking for certain gifts for your little man It all worked out. and you would say sukuna had a wonderful time by the small smile he had on his face watching his mini me In excitement, that’s all you wanted. having family time together, making sukuna’s first christmas special, you smiled to yourself leaning more Into ryomens arms feeling his grip tightened a little. “you enjoying your first Christmas?” you teased looking up at him hearing a soft groan, turning his head to look at you with a raised brow, “even though I hate to admit..I am. not bad for a human festive.” you rolled your eyes turning your attention back to s/n sighing, “I’m glad you enjoy It my love.” sukuna hated the feeling of his heart betraying him but he has to admit It was a nice feeling. not saying anything else he leaned down giving your head a small peck humming In response.

“I’m glad you enjoy It.”

-

彡 𝒀𝒖𝒋𝒊 - being competitive with each other always meant messes everywhere. It was a bad Idea from the start when nobara mentioned a gingerbread house making competition totally forgetting the couple she’s friends with goes against each other ALL the time. It wasn’t even that serious which was the thing ಠ_ಠ but you nor yuji cared, you two would make everything a competition, whoever can kill the most curses win, whoever can finish a mangas first wins, whoever can find sukuna’s finger wins. It was ridiculous but Interesting. nobara and megumi could only look at the messy table with disbelief, there was frosting, cooking crumbs, chocolate chips, gum drops everything everywhere! megumi’s eye twitched as he saw the mess as nobara stared with disappointment. “there back at It again..” she mumbled, megumi sighing In response turning away from the two idiots bringing his gingerbread house with him just In case It gets Involved with your guys shenanigans.

you were focused and very steady with hand as you brought the frosting across the gingerbread house In a perfectly straight line as yuji was across from you putting chocolate chips on his house with furrowed eyebrows. no one talking. nobara was too Into this competition as megumi was on his phone scrolling through whatever waiting for the two love birds to get done with their houses. 5 minutes have passed on and you two were still going at It, at this point nobara should just stop It so you guys can move on with your night. sighing In annoyance she walked by both of you taking away the frosting setting It on the table looking at you two, “okay that’s enough! you guys been working on this for thirty minutes.” she grumbled, you and yuji looked at her, then each other, then at each others houses with furrowed eyebrows. “your house Is ugly.” you both said at the same time, eyes widening In offense.

“no Its not!.” said at the same time again. “the only thing ugly about your house Is that you only decorated with chocolate you freak!.” yuji gasped placing a hand on his chest offended by your statement, “like yours Isn’t just plain gummies! I mean who wants a gingerbread house with only gummy candies? be realistic!.” you two only continued to argue about who’s house was better, going back and fourth with one another. the yelling and arguing kept up till nobara got sick of It throwing a spoon at you both with a loud groan, “would you two shut up!?.” megumi nodded In response still scrolling on his phone not paying attention. you rolled your eyes In response, “he started It.” you claimed lifting your gingerbread house to be placed with everyone elses as yuji did the same “yeah right I did.” he scoffed rolling his eyes. “admit It, I won this time.” you smiled cockily, yuji scoffing at the thought shoving your shoulder a little shaking his head, “no, I think I won this time. I mean look at my house compared to yours!.” yeah right. his house was just filled with chocolate chips and chocolate, basic I say myself. “yeah right! your house Is just filled with chocolate chips and chocolate.”

“like yours isn’t just plain gummies!.”

“Is not!.”

“Is too!.”

“Is not!.”

“Is to-mmh!!?” you were silenced by yuji putting a marshmallow In your mouth to keep you from speaking, glaring at him. “admit It babe. I build gingerbread houses more better than you.” In your dreams you pink haired bastard. you groaned rolling your eyes, eating the marshmallow walking towards the couch, “In your dreams yuji.” yuji chuckled In response grabbing a blanket from the chair making his way towards you as nobara and megumi followed behind. as the night fell through, “are you guys finally done?.” megumi asked , nodding your guys heads with a laugh. throughout the night you guys played games, watched a couple of movies and when the gingerbread houses were dried you guys snacked on them having a fun night overall. the laughs and smiles soon turned Into soft snores, nobara laying at her side of the room spread out like a star fish as megumi was next to her by a few inches sleeping soundly as you and yuji were cuddled up with each other.

you couldn’t really sleep yet but yuji was sound asleep as he held you close, you trailed your hand across his shirt something you would always do when you can’t sleep feeling his muscles flex under your hand. you leaned more Into his warmth, bringing your hand up to his face caressing your thumb across his cheek softly smiling to yourself. he’s so cute. he’s like a golden retriever puppy. just so damn cute. you never expected your christmas to be like this but God you’re happy It was what you expected, had amazing friends an amazing boyfriend.

this was the best christmas you’ve ever had.

[pinejayy]

ꕥ Matchup Trade

@averagetoyakinnie I match you up with!!

★彡[ʜᴀɴᴛᴇɴɢᴜ ᴄʟᴏɴᴇꜱ]彡★

・❥・I match you with the Clones!! Lucky you!! When I was reading your description and when you mentioned you didn’t mind being into a poly relationship I immediately thought of these handsome demons. And also when you said you were extroverted I thought that you would get along with Karaku and Urogi so well! And when you said that you were a shy person when you first meet someone made me think of Aizetsu. And of course Sekido would love your straightforward attitude. So the clones would definitely have their fun with you. And all four of them love you in their own way, and you also love them in your way too. For example you love taking long walks with Aizetsu and you love to baby him the most, you love playing pranks on the other clones with Urogi, with Karaku you love play fighting with him and with Sekido you’ll hold his hands and calm him down whenever he’s angry which is like 24/7. They enjoy protecting what’s theirs and they always make sure to have the house nice and clean since you like it like that. The clones also don’t allow you to walk alone in night time, what if a demon sees you or a demon slayer?! But anyways they are always fighting for your love and attention and that leads them to fight over you. And most of the time you have to break up these fights. But when they aren’t fighting they all get along pretty well with each other.

・❥・I can imagine each clone acting very different with you, Aizetsu of course is the most gentle one with you considering you’re human and he could easily break you in half. Sekido of course is the meanest one, he’s always yelling at you and of course you talk back to him which makes him blow up, but he’s quite impressed that you have guts to speak back to him. Karaku is the most lay back with you and also the most perverted one, he’s always telling you dirty pickup lines and Urogi is the most reckless one with you, he plays around a little too rough and he doesn’t know how to control himself. But you love them all, and they make sure you’re always safe, they don’t want their love one getting hurt. But the clones always take turns with you, they have a calendar saying which days is their turn with you. Yes dating all four of them is crazy but hey four demons as your boyfriends is a complete win.

・❥・Headcanons!!

They always make sure to bring you gifts, they make sure to bring your favorite kind of spicy ramen. And when they do bring it they watch you eat it. They also love bring you sweets! Such as candy…but when they do bring you candy they most likely took it from a child. That child is probably in their stomachs.

Aizetsu is the most thoughtful one on gift giving, one time he surprised you with a new sketchbook and pencils. You don’t know where he got it but you’re very thankful!! He mostly likely slaughtered some poor human for it.

Karaku loves giving you piggy back rides, he loves how close your body is to his, and how he can feel your heart beat on his back. And good luck getting down, he won’t put you down anytime soon.

Urogi enjoys taking you out for midnight flys. He’ll hold you bride style and fly away. And it feels amazing, the fresh air hitting your face. And he can also be a prick and drop you to get a reaction from you. And yes he always catches you.

Sekido always relies on you to calm him down, the other clones always manage to piss him off. So you let him lay his head on your thighs and you just whisper sweet things and play with his hair.

All four of will always protect you!! Okay!! Nothing is gonna hurt you on their watch. For example whenever they go on missions and one of them stays behind with you. They always fighting over that spot.

One time you got a broad game and played with them, which resulted in Aizetsu crying, Sekido pissed off and both Karaku and Urogi laughing.

Cuddles with them is great!! You have so many arms wrapped around you. And of course you cuddle them separately.

[last-words-ofashootingstar]

Closed Doors

❥ Yandere Choi Soobin x fem reader x Kim Hongjoong

➯a/n: SPOOKY MONTH SPOOKY MONTH SPOOKY MONTH WRRRRAAAA 👻🎃 mwahaha i came back strong with this one 🫣

✃ "Watch close, don't even blink."

✫彡wordcount: 4.1k

(>ᴗ•) ♡'･ᴗ･'♡ genre: smut w (a little) plot, yandere

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: not edited, stalking, drinking culture, dom joong x sub soobin x switch reader, noona/hyung kink, tipsy sex, threesum, pet names, fingering, DIIIIRTY talk, cunnilingus, corruption kink, edging, squirting, handjob, m x m, deep throating, throat bulge, snow balling, unprotected (booooooo), one slap, light degradation

⁂taglist: @stvrfir3 @tunaasan @marievllr-abg

MATURE UNDER CUT MDNI

Kim Hongjoong is everything Soobin wants to be. A strong leader. A respected producer. An ambassador. Someone to be looked up to and praised.

And you, Hongjoongs girlfriend of nearly three years, is all he wants. A loyal partner. An understanding person. A kind soul that clings to his.

He knows anything and everything there is to know about you and Hongjoong. He watches all of Hongjoongs content, he stalks you as you run errands. He knows the scent of perfume Hongjoong buys every other month and he has a caddy full of your favorite soaps. He knows how you only hold hands in the dark to avoid the paparazzi and he knows all of the sweet nicknames you call each other.

He knows how bad this could be for him should it ever get out that he's obsessed with his senior and his girlfriend. He knows first hand how badly it feels to be violated of your privacy. But he can't bring himself to stop. He can't help but bask in your existences. He needs to know more.

He needs to know the brand of condoms Hongjoong uses, if you take brith control. Does Hongjoong always take the lead like in those heated kisses he's caught glimpses of backstage, or do you like to have power in the bedroom? He needs to know if Hongjoong looks as beautiful covered in sweat in bed as he does on stage, he needs to know if your hair frames your face just as gracefully when your head is thrown back in pleasure.

    Just being a bystander isn't enough for Soobin anymore.

He needs to know what goes on behind closed doors.

彡★

The house is eerily desolate, perched atop a hill in the middle of a field. Nothing but trees and flowers and mother nature on her lonesome to witness what goes on in the lot. It was gothic in its architecture, pale in its color palette.

Despite the houses deathly aura, life rages in inside of it. Shadows of people dancing by the windows, muffled music leaking from the walls, a shout or yell every so often from a drunken party goer.

    You're clearly buzzed, Soobin can tell. You're stumbling around and gripping to the wall every so often as you move your body to the beat of the music. Hongjoong isn't around you, so he takes the opportunity to approach you. Though he gets nervous around you, his heart stops in his chest everytime his senior so much as addresses him directly.

"Binnie boy!" You cheer with a wide smile, discarding your red solo cup on the antique table behind you in favor of wrapping your arms around his slim torso. "I didn't think you made it!"

So you're an affectionate drunk. Lucky him-

His heart is beating wildly, he's never been more thankful for loud music. He can barely breathe, his arms tingling as he wraps them around your shoulders. God, you feel so warm. "H-hey, Noona. Are you enjoying yourself?"

"Oh, yeah! It's been forever since I went to a party," your hand lingers on his chest as you back away and grab your cup again, lighting his skin ablaze through the thin fabric of his costume.

After you take a swig, you offer it up to him. When he goes to shake his head, already blushing and feeling drunk on your proximity, you roll your eyes playfully and stand up on your tip toes, holding the lipstick-stained cup to his lip. "It's rude to refuse a drink," you tease, nearly cooing as he opens his lips and drinks immediately. "Good right? I think Gaeul made it."

He's not registering any of the words that are coming past your lips. His brain is going a million miles an hour as he feels the lipstick that's transferred to his lips. Sure, he has alot of the products you use but never from your own personal collection. Never from your own lips, even if it came off a secondary source. This is almost as good as when he found one of Hongjoongs sweaters at a thrift shop after watching him drop off a bag of donations.

"I found it!" Hongjoongs voice brings him back to his own body, and he's immediately frozen again as he feels the fur he knows he's wearing wrap around his shoulder. He has to be dreaming. Is he dreaming?

Hongjoong is right by his side, hip to hip with his arm stretched up and around his shoulders. "Is she teasin' you? She likes to tease when she's drunk," he chuckles, looking up and watching the younger mans face flush deeper as he stutters.

"I'm noooooot," you draw out dramatically, slipping your hand into his open fur coat and under his top. "I'm just being friendly- right, Binnie?"

He's nearly gasping for air as he watches the two of you. What in the world is going on?

"You found one?"

"Mhm," Hongjoong moves away from Soobin and drags you to the stair case, and he watches in confusion as you both stop on the second stair, your conversation hidden by the loud music and the shadows.

A few moments later, you're coming back to Soobin and grabbing his hand, "c'mon."

He can only follow the warm grip you have on his hand, blinded by how good it feels to have your skin touching his that he doesn't even notice as you lead him up the stairs to the bedrooms with Hongjoong hot on your tails.

"Wh-" The words die on his tongue as you let go of his hand and dive into the tall, elegant bed. "Non-" There they go again as he turns as sees Hongjoong latching the door locked.

You look like the angel you're dressed as as you lay down on your back, your head propped up by the pillows and your legs spread so invitingly.

"Isn't my Angel so gorgeous?" Hongjoong asks as he joins him at the foot of the bed, a smirk painting his face as he watches his ears flush pink. "Don't you just want to..." he trails off, watching in the corner of his vision as you pull the white dress above your hips teasingly slow, "fuck her dumb?"

"Hyung!"

Your giggles fill the room, and Hongjoongs follow, leaving Soobin stunned more than ever; a deer in the headlights. "Oh, c'mon Binnie," you moan as you slip your hand into your underwear, "we aren't blind."

"We see how you watch us," he finishes your thought, shrugging off his coat.

"Mhm," you nod in agreement, watching his bulge grow with his blush. "If you don't want to join us, close the door on your way out- ah!" Your laughter fills the room as Hongjoong jumps into the bed, kissing and licking at your neck.

His eyes flick between the two of you and the locked door. His mind is already made up but he doesn't want to seem too eager. He thought he was sneaky enough. How much do you both know?

"You're so wet just from teasing him," Hongjoong purrs as he slips his fingers into your bare heat, your skimpy panties discarded at the edge of the large bed.

He almost immediately starts pumping his fingers into your wetness, purposefully slapping his palm against your clit to create more lewd sounds. Soobins head is spinning. His eyesight is blurring, but at the same time he can see your face twisting in pleasure so clearly. He's crawling into the bed instinctively to get a closer look, his brain can't comprehend the amount of hormones that are flooding him. From your feet, he can see the wetness on Hongjoongs fingers as he pulls them out briefly before they dive back into you.

"Staying?" Hongjoong grins as he looks over his shoulder, slowing his fingers to give him a good showing of your wetness. He only nods in response, eyes never leaving your puffy clit and sopping hole.

"Ngh-" He moans as Hongjoongs free hand grips the back of his neck, forcing him face to face with your core. The sound of his fingers pressing against your walls paired with the scent of your arousal nearly makes him come undone the second the tip of his nose grazes your clit.

Your hand comes down and pets his head almost innocently, and he looks up your heaving torso to see you as you speak vulgarly, "have you ever eaten a pussy before, Binnie?"

       He shakes his head, the tip of his nose still forced against your clit by Hongjoongs grip.

      "She'll get you addicted," Hongjoong moans lowly at the thought of his own tongue on you, he can taste the memories, "she's fucking delicious."

He lays on his stomach between your legs, next to Hongjoong whos straddling your thigh. "H-how?" He forces his voice out, his hot breath fanning you.

"Show him how, Baby," you prop yourself up on your elbow and wiggle your hips, smirking at the two of them. "Show him how to eat pussy like a real man."

Hongjoongs slips his fingers out of you and sucks them clean as he positions himself next to Soobin, rubbing down his back sensually. "Watch close, even blink."

"Oka-" He's left speechless once again as his tongue darts out and laps up and down the length of your heat, pointing and circling your clit before diving into you and all over again. He listens to his Hyung, though he doesn't know if it's even intentional. He wouldn't blink if his eyes were dryer than the Sahara.

His skilled tongue skims and rubs and fucks all of the right places, not a single part of you left untouched as he moans into you. "Oh, fuck, Joongie," you squeal, thighs trembling briefly before they lift of the bed and press into them.

He pulls away and pushes the thigh that's pressing into him back down, nodding at Soobin to do the same. His slender fingers dig into your skin softly as he copies him, pressing your leg back into the soft sheets.

"No," you whine, "so close!"

"C'mon Princess don't be selfish, let our guest have a taste before you squirt all over us, hm?"

"Squirt- squirt? You squirt Noona?" He pants breathlessly. He doesn't know how he's going to survive.

You chuckle softly, head tossed back as you rub your wetness on his chin, getting oh so close to his lips. "Make me cum and you'll find out, Binnie. Go on, do what Joongie showed you."

He sticks his tongue out tentatively and flicks it across your clit. The high moan you let out. The taste of you. Hongjoongs burning gaze on him. It's so. Fucking. Good.

He copies all of Hongjoongs movements, it's not hard to. The image of his tongue working against your wet skin is burned into his memory and he will never let it go. He whines into your cunt, pressing his face closer as he savors your juices, his eyes fluttering shut as his hips grind against the bed on their own. His mind is gone from his body, his entire being washed in pure pleasure. He's so far gone that he doesn't register that your both turning on your sides, your legs sandwiching his face as you moan and groan.

      He feels Hongjoongs hands unbuttoning his pants, and he lets him. No way in any universe is he doing anything that will stop this moment. His length is engulfed in his warm hand, and the vibration of his moan is enough to send you over the edge, flooding his face and neck in your release and clenching your legs around his head tightly. The curses that fall off your trembling lips go unheard by the eager young man, who could nearly be drowning in the amount of fluids that you're washing him in, in the pleasure that Hongjoongs hand is giving him.

"Fuck, Binnie! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Son of a bitch- holy shit!" Hongjoong laughs, finally pulling his wet face away from you. His eye flutter open, his pupils blown way out of proportion. He pants, bucking his hips into Hongjoongs stilled hand.

"Ngh, Hyung," he whimpers, melting as he resumes stroking his length, "you were right, she's so delicious!" He licks his swollen lips, sliding onto his back and watching his slender hand pump up and down, blissfully unaware as you slip out from behind him and remove your clothes. "Oh my god," his eyes roll back into his head, and just before the pressure inside of him can snap, the warmth of his hand is gone. "No, no! Hyung!" His cock twitches in the air, hips bucking wildly.

"Shhhh," he shushes him softly, holding his hips down to the bed, kissing his jaw lightly, "don't you want to let it out inside your Noona? There's nothing else like it, Binnie."

You join them once again, on the opposite side of Hongjoong, naked body curled up to Soobins side. "All warm and wet, nice and inviting."

A whiny moan chokes him, jaw dropped as he nips his ear lobe, your fingertip swirling around his nipple. "F-fuck, please."

"Not yet," you whisper, "you'll cum the second you feel my hot pussy. Calm down a bit."

Both of your warmth is gone, and he opens his eyes. They widen at the scene infront of him.

Your naked body, all out in the open as your face is in Hongjoongs lap, ass in the air. His thick, veiny member resting on your flushed cheek as you fondle his balls.

"Is it everything you dreamed of, Soobin?" He grins as you take his cock down your throat, years of practice having paid of. "Isn't my girl the fucking best? Look at that," he coos as he points Soobins gaze to your throat, an the outline of him pressing out of your skin, "see how she takes it? Mmm fuck. If your lucky, maybe one day she can take that long, pretty cock of yours."

You moan around him, peering over at Soobin. He slides closer immediately and leans into your neck, taking in a deep breath of the smell of sex that comes from you. "Fuck," he groans, cock aching for attention. But Hongjoong is right, he wants to save it for you. He wants to know what Hongjoong gets to feel everytime you fuck. "Everything and more." He kisses your neck, and the feeling of his lips through your throat makes Hongjoong feral.

He grips the back of your head, thrusting deep into your throat with a short and fast pace. The sound of your throat contracting around his cock fills the room, even over the muffled music. Your spit flies out of your stretched lips, soaking his smooth pelvis. "Do that again," he growls quietly, free hand pressing Soobins face into your neck.

And he does, he licks and sucks at your neck, like he's trying to suck Hongjoongs cock just as much as you are. "Mhmp!" Your arousal drips down your legs, your hole clenches around nothingness as you steady yourself on his thighs.

The amount of attention you've been receiving tonight already has you back on the edge, teetering as your boyfriend chokes you on his cock and his handsome junior sucks hickeys in your skin. Your head is fuzzy with oxygen deprivation and arousal.

     You can feel his body tightening beneath you, and you get ready to swallow his release when he tugs your hair roughly. "Don't swallow, Angel," and with that, he pulls your mouth back to envelop just his tip and floods your mouth with his sweet seed, head tossed back and a bead of sweat dripping down his chin, chest heaving as he moans, "let him have a taste."

     He tenderly helps you up, positioning your face above his and smirking as he opens his mouth wide. The mix of saliva and cum leaks into his awaiting mouth, and a string of moans from all of you builds your arousal to an all time high. He gulps it down greedily and watches you intently as you move to straddle his hips.

You lick your lips clean, taking a peek at Hongjoong. He gives you a nod and grips the base of Soobins cock, holding it upright as you sink down on it. "Oh- oh shit," he bites his lip, eyes flicking from your blissful face to your sopping hole as you slowly descend to Hongjoongs member twitching back to life.

"Don't you dare cum, ladies first," Hongjoong fixes Soobins hair back and rubs his thumb on his lips.

"Al-alright- fuck! Oh fuck!" He whines loudly as you begin riding him mercilessly, clenching his gut as his brain begs for the flood of dopamine that it knows will come with filling your cunt in the most primal way. "Fuck, please! Noona! Noona!" He screams, hips bucking wildly and making his cock reach depths inside of you that haven't been touched by another person since you met Hongjoong. He doesn't stretch you as good as he does, but God does the slight pain as he rearranges your guts feel heavenly.

"How does it feel?" Hongjoong inquired, slipping his hand around your hips and circling his finger tips around your swollen clit.

"So good!"

"S'good!"

Both of you chime together, bodies bouncing on the soft mattress. "Oh, Joongie! You were right," you draw out in a moan, "he's so- ah! So big!"

"Ride him, Princess, ride that big cock," he smirks at him over your shoulder before diving in and sucking darker hickeys over the ones Soobin left. It's definitely a show of dominance, telling him not to get too comfortable in his girlfriends cunt. But he does. Not. Care.

He'll find an in eventually, for now he's content to hold onto your hips as you ride him like a mad woman.

"Noona," he whines highly, rutting into you desperately, "please let me!"

"Let you?" You question dizzily, rocking your hips into Hongjoongs fingers as they continue their assault on your clit.

"L- ah! Fuck, I'm sorry, Noona, I can't help myself anymore!" He thrashes, locking his arms around you and flipping you around. He cages you underneath him and slams back into you, banging his hips onto yours and burying his face in your chest as he clings to you.

Hongjoong crawls up to your face, cradling it gently as Soobins rough thrust toss you around. "You gonna let him cum in your pussy? That's my pussy, you know that?" He slaps your cheek softly, a large grin on his face. "Dirty Angel, you're enjoying having this freak in your cunt," he kisses you deeply and moans, pulling back and gripping Soobins hair roughly.

"Listen to me," he sneers, "you can fuck us silly all you like, you little horn-dog. But this is my girl. And I'm her man. Got that?"

      "Y-yes, Hyung!"

    "Good," he pushes his head away and goes back to you, fondling your breasts as he licks your ear, whispering something that Soobin can't hear over the pounding of his hips on yours, especially not combined with the music growing louder in his overstimulated mind.

Your moans are growing louder and louder, more frequent as he plunges into you rapidly. "O-oh shit..." You screw your eyes shut and bite your lip, and from his place looking down on you, Soobin wishes he had photographic memory. It's everything he ever made it up to be and more, and more, and more...

A broken moan rips out of your throat as you clench on him like a vice, squirting with each of his thrust as he ravages you. And that's all he needs to let loose, an orgasm like no other washing over him and soaking your insides, shutting his brain off as it floods with unimaginable pleasure.

He collapses into you, clinging to you for dear life as his hips continue driving into you with a mid of their own.

"Feels fucking amazing, huh?" Hongjoong chuckles, rubbing your heads simultaneously as he pries Soobin off of you. He straddles him carefully and slips his hands under his top. "Hope you've got some more energy for me, pretty boy."

彡★

       He stands as silent as a mouse and grabs his phone, eyes raking the two of you darkly as he searches for the perfect angle to capture you in your fullest beauty.

      Hongjoongs arm is draped over your naked chest like he subconsciously knows to protect your modesty from what's about to come, his ring catching the dim moonlight as he cups the side of your breast.

     He snaps a picture of your torsos and arms all mingled together, thankful that the lamp was left on so that he didn't have to risk the flash waking you. He knows you're a light sleeper.

    With a lick of his lips, he zooms in on his always noticeable bulge. It strains against his boxers even as he's flaccid and snuggles against your hip innocently.

He doesn't know when it got to this point. He doesn't care, frankly. He just wants in, he wants in- he wants in now. He wants to sleep in that cozy nest of a bed that he knows you make up every morning after cuddling your boyfriend all night. Seonghwa once told him about it and how you had to strip the bed of all your pillows and blankets and plushies so that Hongjoongs vlogs didn't share something that you felt so intimate about, he hasn't got to see it yet but he wants it so badly. He wants to spoil you with plushies to add. He wants to fuck you until you squirt on it all freshly made just to mark it with your scent and drive in the fact that he makes you cum like a lover.

     His soft panting fills the quiet air as he snaps a photo of the way your finger tips are pressed into the elastic band on Hongjoongs boxers.

He doesn't care that it's crazy. He just wants to be apart of you, and every little thing only adds to it.

     He leans one knee on the edge of the bed and snaps a close up of your bruised hips, the forming colors, to remind him of how well it felt to hold them as they boucned.

   He turns the focus to your face. You're the one he has the least photos of despite the fact that you're the one he's most obsessed in love with. You look so peaceful in your sleep, lips parted as you breath softly, a small smile twitching at the edges that he immediately snaps a photo of. You must be dreaming of him.

He. Doesn't. Care.

    He snaps photo after photo after photo after photo after photo of you. His girl. The lines on your soft, exposed stomach. Your fluffy sock clad feet. Your slightly swollen lips with his thumb carefully placed between them. The way you suck on it subconsciously. Your hair, the baby hairs that fall from the sloppy way you put it up. Every single freckle and mole and embellishment on your skin. Your thighs. Oh good God your thighs, he could die a happy man between them. The way goosebumps raise on your skin as he trails his fingers tips all over you. Your neck which still has his marks no matter how hard Hongjoong tried to cover them. Picture after picture after picture after picture until his camera betrays him and tells him he has only a little storage left to document your adorable, unconscious state.

Soobin

Does

Not

Care

     He backs up and gets every single piece of you both in frame for one last photo. Of the way the two of you meld together. His precious, stupid lovers.

     He will be apart of you. And this is only the beginning.

He got a glimpse of what goes on behind closed doors.

Now you'll never get rid of him.

[badmuni]

く⁠コ⁠:⁠彡 BLUE SOULS (in a rainy night)

★ credits to anon's idea/request.

₍⁠₍ pairing— lee heeseung x reader. genre— fluff, established relationship. words— 800 ₎⁠₎

Heeseung wasn't feeling well, which is why he was distant. He believed that only when he was in the best mood could he truly make you happy. He avoided you for hours and just responded to your messages after arriving the dorm at night.

You persisted that you would still see him, even though he said he was feeling bad and wouldn't be able to make you have fun. You even found it amusing that he had that mindset, as if his company was only good if he was at his best and all.

Of course it wasn't like that.

When you left your house and your feet hit the road, you felt a drop of water fall on the tip of your nose, and when you looked up at the sky, you could see that a storm was coming. Fortunately, the path to where Heeseung lived wasn't far, it was actually rather close, so you hurried to get there as fast as you could. And as expected, the rain began to fall as soon as you reached the entryway.

You knocked on the door only once, for a tall, hurried boy to open it.

“Oh... You came so fast, love” Heeseung said, making room for you to enter.

You smiled, happy to finally see him in a while. “You opened the door so fast too...”

“No lie, I was standing here because I knew it was going to rain and that you could end up getting wet.” He confessed.

Lucky for Heeseung the rain couldn't reach you.

He came to give you a hug when you walked into his room. His body grew limp in your arms, which was a sign of tiredness. You two continued to hug each other for a long time before he came to give you a soft kiss.

“You should tell me when something is bothering you. If your mind is too full of thoughts, bringing them out will relax you, baby...” You said, when you held his face in your hands.

Heeseung was still stubborn and only wanted you to feel comfortable around him, so he didn't truly express how he felt, even though he felt better after hearing your words.

Then, out of shyness, he gave you another hug while burying his face in your neck to cover off his red cheeks—Heeseung can be easily made to feel shy with little effort.

He took you to his bed making you lay there before putting forward a compelling proposal.

“I will be the happiest person in the world right now if you play with me on my switch,” He stated, immediately grabbing up the switch and placing it in your hands.

You just accepted your fate.

When he realized that you were actually willing to adopt his idea, his huge smile broke out.

You two started playing it, and it was fine at first, but after a short while things became competitive. Heeseung lost a few rounds only for you to win, to make you satisfied, but then he decided to take it back for himself—and you couldn't stop playing anymore.

The minutes turned into hours and it was almost 3am. Your eyes were heavy, Heeseung's not so much. He could remain awake for a long time on end, and he really didn't like to go to sleep before you did. Your head was lying pleasantly on one of his arms, and his body warmed you, while the sounds of the rain falling outside rang in your ears—working almost like a sleeping pill. You couldn't take it anymore and ended up falling asleep while your fingers were still trying to press the switch's buttons. Heeseung didn't stop you from sleeping; in fact, seeing you in this state made him feel warm inside—he was undoubtedly the happiest at that moment.

He passed his palm in front of your eyes to test whether you would still wake up, and grinned to see that you were actually dozing off. He then calmly and slowly grabbed the switch from your hands and came closer to you. Your body unconsciously shifted to his side, forcing you to withdraw into a warm embrace that felt good on both of you.

Heeseung felt like falling asleep now, while practically glued to you.

It was sufficient for him that he felt you were safe in his arms.

“I love you, Yn... On my bad days, you are the best thing I could possibly have.” He murmured as he drowsed gradually.

You were sleeping so deeply that you wouldn't even be able to hear him, therefore his statements would only be heard by your subconscious mind.

Yet Heeseung would undoubtedly say those kind words to you again in another moment.

# masterlist

[ ★ ] notes — do not hesitate tell me if you find mistakes, please! i'll be so glad ♡

© badmuni | 2023

[jaemmphilia]

★ 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 ★ || b.c

★ summary: after attending a party to celebrate the ending of finals season, chan's jealously gets the best of him when he sees how many people stare at his boyfriend. he decides that a beautiful collar for his beautiful boyfriend is the perfect item to prove to others (and himself) that y/n is his and his only.

★ characters: bang chan, y/n, the rest of stray kids are only mentioned

★ warnings: possessive chan, jealous chan, manhandling, chan starts out soft and shy but quickly becomes dominant, biting, making kink, choking (mentioned), mentions of drunkenness, reader calls chan sir

★ word count: ~1.9K

★ requested?: yes, thank you, @jaythes1mp

★ binnie's thoughts: i finally found the motivation to write this, i hope it's good enough ! i kinda struggled with it at a few parts so i apologize if it doesn't make sense at some parts

★ disclaimer: this fic in absolutely NO way represents the stray kids members as people. this is just for fun, so don't take it to heart. just enjoy!

★ thank you to @cafekitsune for making such adorable and helpful dividers and banners!!★彡

When Chan sees the black box sitting oh so innocently outside his dorm room, the man damn near dropped his bag on the ground right there. He has been waiting forever for this package. He paid good money for it, so he was definitely going to put it to good use. He was kinda drunk when he bought it, his mind clouded by booze and sheer jealousy. 

Chan went to his buddy’s party to celebrate the ending of finals hell, and the end of the semester. Jisung was known around campus as the guy who threw sick ass parties, you had to be lucky to even get in. Chan and his boyfriend had special privileges, Jisung was a close friend to both of them. Although you were closer to Jisung’s partner Minho, you still had pleasant conversations with Jisung. 

Anyways, Jisung’s end of the semester party was absolutely wild. It was going to be talked about for many years to come. A few students, yourself included, got up on the dining room table and started dancing to the music that was blasting around the dorm. At some point your shirt was discarded, giving the partygoers a nice view of the way your hips swayed to the music. Chan, who nearly spat out his drink, rushed over and tried to get you off the table, the whistles of other men catching his attention. 

It was no secret that you and Chan were in a very committed relationship, and everyone knew that you were off-limits. Chan didn’t like to play the jealous boyfriend card, but at times it was necessary. Like now, people who are manipulated by alcohol, their thoughts quickly turning horny as they watch your body move smoothly, a light layer of sweat on your chest and stomach glistening under the neon lights of the room. Chan is grabbing at your legs, trying to get your drunk ass off the table, but you aren’t budging. Chan played bodyguard the rest of the night, not once allowing some rando to even breathe the same air as you. 

Once the two of you got back to his dorm, he had railed you on the bed, his hand wrapped tightly around your neck. That was when he felt that you needed to be reminded who you belonged to. So, as you snoozed beside him, he bought a collar. 

Which brings us to now. Chan sets his things down beside the couch, his deep brown eyes glued to the black box in his hands. He still can’t believe he bought a collar, how was he supposed to tell you? Would you even be into it? He takes a breath and opens the box, he honestly can’t remember what the collar looks like, he was pretty drunk when he bought it. 

He takes the collar out of its home, the weight of it heavy in his hands. It’s a gorgeous black leather collar, the texture of it matching the scales of a snake (he really hopes it’s not real snake skin, he would feel pretty bad for the snake). He turns the item in his hands, and then he sees it. His name. Chris. The five letters adorned in shiny rhinestones stare back at him. His breath gets caught in his throat as he just stares. In his zoned out state, he fails to hear the door opening just a few feet away from him. You must be back home from your shift at the campus’ computer lab. 

Your voice shakes him out of his trance, his body not having enough time to react to put away the collar. “What’s that, babe?” You’re leaning over the back of the couch, your arms folded and resting right beside him. You have a perfect view of the collar. 

“Oh, is that for me?” You don’t even sound remotely upset or disturbed. Your voice remains the same as it is, light, airy and soft. Like a marshmallow. If they could talk, for that matter.

Chan’s tongue darts out to wet his dry lips. He nods at you before answering, “Yeah, I uh, bought it when we got home from Jisung’s party.” Chan’s voice is small, his ears turning a soft shade of red. Why is he the one embarrassed by this? Shouldn’t it be you who should be embarrassed about something like this?

“Wow, you must’ve been drunker than you let me believe,” you bark out a laugh, taking the collar from Chan’s hands, turning the item over, examining it carefully. It’s quite pretty, it's lightly padded on the inside so you won’t have to worry about leaving raw marks on your neck. 

“It’s pretty, babe, I like it a lot. Why don’t you put it on for me?” Your eyes are going to be the death of Chris one of these days. The way you look at him so innocently, your E/C eyes shining as you look at him. 

You walk around the couch and you sit on your knees in front of Chan, tipping your head up a bit so your neck is exposed to him. Chan unbuckles the collar, his hands shaking as he does. He brings the collar close to you, and wraps it around your neck, and buckles it at the nape of your neck. 

“Is that too tight, pretty boy?”

“No, sir. It’s just right.”

Chan has you draped over his shoulder, and this man is on a mission. Once he saw the collar snug around your neck, a wave of possessiveness took over his entire being. The collar looks great against your skin tone, and seeing his name displayed on your neck makes him feel like you belong to him. You are his property, his little toy, his personal fleshlight. 

As he kicks the door to his bedroom open, he not-so-gently throws you onto the bed. Your body bounces as you make contact with the mattress, a surprised yelp coming from you. The next thing you know, Chan is pulling your shirt off, his hand pinning both of your wrists above your head. His mouth is immediately on you, peppering kisses all over your chest. 

Chan then gets a little rough, replacing the kisses with bites. He bites anywhere he can reach. Your chest, your pecs, your stomach, shoulders, all of it. Your face twitches in slight pain, not expecting him to bite at you like a starved animal. The pain subsides when he uses his tongue to lick over the little bites he left on you. 

He lifts up from your chest and moves until he’s level with your face. His eyes roam your flushed face, a cocky smirk on his lips. He tilts his head to the side, just hovering over your lips. You pout, he's being mean by depriving you of the kisses you so desperately crave. 

“I bet those losers at the party wished they could have you like this,” Chan mocks, placing little nibbles on your jaw and the spot just under your ear. He’s making it his mission to mark you up real good, his possessiveness taking over. Of course you don’t mind, you quite like it when Chan is like this. His brain only focused on destroying you, dumbing you down to babbles and whines. 

“Mmh, the only person I ever think about is you, sir,” your back arches as you feel Chan’s large hands dip under the waistband of your sweatpants. His hand slips past your boxers, his slim fingers wrapping your growing length. You let out a soft moan as Chan slowly twists his wrist, rubbing along the veins of your cock. 

Chan just chuckles as he removes his hand and strips himself of his clothes, and then removes the remainder of your own clothing. He gives his own cock a few strokes as he admires the way you look. Splayed out on the bed, your cock flush against your lower stomach, a million marks all over the expanse of your chest and stomach. Chan grabs your leg, placing it over his shoulder, and he bites down on your calf right next to his head. Goosebumps pebble all over your skin at the feeling, a small yelp coming from you. 

Chan moves until he’s lined up with your body. He runs his cock along the crack of your ass, using his free hand to spread your cheeks for him. He spits on the tip of his cock before he pushes the tip inside you. The two of you moan gently at the feeling. Chan looks down at you with a smirk as he rolls his hips at a painfully slow pace. You bite your tongue to stop you from demanding that he go faster, knowing what might happen if you even dare to demand anything from him. 

“Sir, please go faster, I need it,” you whine, bucking your hips to try and get him deeper inside you so you can get the knot building up in your gut loose. Chan tuts at you, his hand coming up and grabbing your neck, his hand right under the collar, pushing it up into your jaw. His eyebrows are furrowed, and you know you’re in for it now.

“Why should I go faster? I bought you this pretty collar and not once have you even thanked me for it. You’ve become an ungrateful brat, pretty boy.” Chan’s voice is harsh, his words hitting you in the heart. You know he doesn’t really mean it, it’s just the heat of the moment. You let out a choked whine, your body wiggling uncontrollably. 

Chan, getting very frustrated, changes your position. He flips you onto your stomach, and he pulls you up so your back is against his chest. He slips his cock back inside you, his hand finding its rightful place back on your neck. 

“Hopefully in this position you’ll stop moving and let me fuck you how I want to,” He growls into your ear, snapping his hips forward, his length sliding in all the way. You keen at his words, only focused on the way he’s making you feel. Your mouth is dropped open, drool falling from your bottom lip and sliding down your chest. 

“Yeah, take this fucking dick, pretty boy. Who do you belong to?” Chan barks out through gritted teeth, his pace quickening and becoming more sharp, his skin slapping against yours. Your body shakes from the force of his hard body rocking against you. 

“Y-you, sir,” you say quietly, barely able to get the words out through cries and moans and soft chants of Chan’s name.

“Huh? I can’t quite hear you over the sounds of me ruining your pretty ass.” 

“You, sir.” 

“Louder, slut.”

“You, sir!”

“Oh, come on, you can do much better than that.” Chan’s hip pick up the pace.

“You, sir!!” you cry out, cumming all over your chest, some of it dripping onto the duvet. Your body vibrates from the electric feeling, eventually falling limp as Chan chases his own release. Not long after you, Chan lets out a whine before he spills white inside you. He carefully lays you onto your stomach and he pulls out, watching as his seed spills out of you. 

He moves around the room, cleaning himself up after he caters to you. He shakes you gently, claiming that you have to move so the two of you can snuggle under the blankets in all your nakedness. You whine but reluctantly move as Chan throws the duvet back and you slide into your respective spot on the left side of the bed. Chan climbs in after you, pulling your body flush against his chest. 

“You’re mine, all mine.”

“Mmh, all yours, Channie.”

[xinganhao]

🧣 svt (taylor's version).

⌗ ┆love song edition ★ ₊ ˚ heartbreak edition.

‧₊˚✩彡 includes: established relationship, pet names, friends to lovers, second chance romances, [light] angst, fluff, you name it! suggestive joke (seokmin) + cussing. drabbles under the cut.

🧣 hit play .ᐟ

SEUNGCHEOL QUEUED 🎧 i once believed love would be black and white, but it's golden. (DAYLIGHT)

when seungcheol comes to, the sun has yet to streak through the windows. he shifts in his bed, only to freeze at the feeling of something solid pinned to his side. he relaxes immediately when he remembers that he's no longer sleeping alone. for a moment, he just stares at you— the gentle rise and fall of your chest, the muffled way you snore. he doesn't know how he got so lucky, really. he doesn't know, yet, if he deserves this. after all, seungcheol has wounded the good; seungcheol has trusted the wicked. he tries not to dwell on it. instead, he leans down to press a lingering kiss to the top of your head. he will deserve it, he thinks to himself as he holds you just a little closer. he will do everything in his power to make sure he's worthy. outside, daylight breaks.

JEONGHAN QUEUED 🎧 you can hear it in the silence; you can feel it on the way home. you can see it with the lights out. (YOU ARE IN LOVE)

it's snowing. jeonghan doesn't have a winter coat and it's snowing. he looks disgruntled, but the expression falls flat as he watches you skip down the sidewalk. "careful," he calls, as if you need the warning. he tries to resist when you take his hand; that's another futile thing, though, because he's never been able to deny you. and so he lets you twirl him round and round. he lets the snow soak in to his shoes. he lets the cold wash over him, focusing instead on the weight of your fingers between the spaces of his. a snowflake catches on your eyelash and he instinctively reaches over with his free hand to push it away. something shifts, then, on his own face. a strange look. the telltale sign of an epiphany. "you're my best friend," jeonghan blurts out. you know exactly what he really means to say.

JOSHUA QUEUED 🎧 they say the end is comin', everyone's up to somethin'. i find myself coming home to your sweet nothings. (SWEET NOTHING)

joshua has had one of those days. you know the type. the days, weeks where so many voices just seem to be telling him, "you should be doing more." more, more, more. they always want more of him. more than he can give. more than what he has. it's overwhelming, but joshua has something to tide him by. it's there when he gets home, when he toes off his shoes and pads in to his apartment. it's there in the kitchen, humming a song that he can't quite place yet. it's you. he comes up to you and wordlessly wraps his arms around your waist. maybe you're cutting vegetables. maybe you're baking. whatever it is, he'll always press a soft kiss to your shoulder— not to distract, just to have and to hold. he's admittedly too soft for all of it, and you're the only thing keeping him afloat.

JUNHUI QUEUED 🎧 i hate accidents except when we went from friends to this. (PAPER RINGS)

"why do mondays have to exist?" jun whines as he practically entangles his entire body around yours. it's a bit of a moot point; his job didn't give him the leeway of weekends, anyway. he's not whining about having to go to work. no, he's whining about losing you to work. you give him a fond roll of your eyes as you attempt to clamber out of your shared bed, but your best friend-turned-boyfriend refuses to budge. "how about i just marry you, hm? you'll never have to work a day in your life," he teases, burying his face in the crook of your neck. when you tease him something along the lines of where's the ring, he pauses for only a heartbeat. and then he's letting you go, reaching at the bedside table, pulling out a receipt from god-knows-where. he makes quick work of it. "there." jun slides the paper imitation on to your right hand's ring finger. "gotcha!"

SOONYOUNG QUEUED 🎧 please take my hand, and please take me dancing, and please leave me stranded. it's so romantic! (NEW ROMANTICS)

no one knows a good time quite like soonyoung. he's the perfect companion when you're down or frustrated; he knows exactly what to do with your heartbreak. sure, some people see him as a party boy, but he doesn't mind the image. if anything, he's a little bothered assumptions that he has a soft spot for you. that is, until he takes you out after your nth disastrous date. the two of you end up driving down some expressway, the music blasting oppressively loud from his car speakers. at one point, he pulls open the sunroof for you. it's late in the evening. you're screaming the lyrics to his favorite song, the wind whipping at your hair, cutting your vision in to strips. and soonyoung is laughing as he glances at you through the rearview mirror, as he taps his fingers on the steering wheel. the rumors are terrible and cruel, but the one about his soft spot— well, that one might just be true.

WONWOO QUEUED 🎧 these hands had to let it go free, and this love came back to me. (THIS LOVE)

wonwoo returns as quietly as he left. the boy sitting across from you at your neighborhood café is not the jeon wonwoo you once dated; this boy is older. maybe a bit wiser. he's more careful with his words and he carries himself with much more grace. some things haven't changed, though. the crescent shape of his eyes when he smiles. the amused lilt of his voice. and the way he looks at you. that hasn't changed either. he's not outright asking for a second shot, but it's in every measured word. you never hated him for the choices that he made. still, you can't help but ask, "are you done running, jeon?", which translates to: is this you coming back? this time, he doesn't weigh his response. "yes," he says to both the question you asked aloud and the one left unspoken. if you squinted, if you tried, you might still see the boy you love underneath the idol.

JIHOON QUEUED 🎧 my baby's fly like a jet stream, high above the whole scene, loves me like i'm brand new. (CALL IT WHAT YOU WANT)

in your personal opinion, jihoon looks the best during soundcheck. one might think he's most attractive during concert proper or maybe off-stage. but there's something about this more pared down version of him— dressed in casual wear, rapping lazily in to the microphone— that reminds you just how insanely alluring your boyfriend is. he's fit like a goddamn daydream and it shows in how he moves. your absolute favorite part, though? it's something so subtle, a blink-if-you'll-miss-it type of thing. he spends most of his soundchecks with his head down, his head bobbing along to the music flowing in from his in-ears. but, without fail, he gravitates towards the stage side you're on. he'll linger by the left; he'll stay entirely on his right. whether or not he's conscious, it's you that he always walking to.

MINGYU QUEUED 🎧 they don't know how you've haunted me so stunningly. i choose you and me religiously. (GUILTY AS SIN?)

mingyu adores you so openly that it's almost blinding. there's absolutely no way he could wrong you, leaving you to be the one who often deals the deeper cuts. even then, though, even when you've caused him ache or pain, he's patient. he's kind. he'll stew silently in his hurt as he places a reassuring hand over your thigh, like the mere touch is life-giving to him as well. m-i-n-e, he traces over your pant leg. "you think it's hard to love you," he'll say in an oh-so soft voice. "but to me, it's easy as breathing." there's no exaggeration in his words, no attempt to guilt trip or gaslight. he says it like it's an indisputable fact. the sky is blue, the sun is warm, and kim mingyu loves you. "so, just—" his voice will crack. he will try so hard to be strong, to let you know that you don't have to be perfect; you just have to be his. "breathe for me. please, just love me."

SEOKMIN QUEUED 🎧 can i go where you go? can we always be this close, forever and ever? (LOVER)

"can i just say," seokmin stage-whispers as he leans in a little closer to you. his breath tickles your ear as he teases, just enough for the two of you to hear. "i didn't know going to an ex's wedding would be so fun!" there's a bright gleam in his eyes, one that wasn't there when his heart had been blue. he has you to blame for his belief that all's well that ends well. still, he has a nagging suspicion that everybody in this wedding reception wants you. you'll call him silly when he bitches and moans about it, though you're helpless to indulge him when he invites you on to the dance floor. his calloused hands are gentle as he glides you along, as he dips you and spins you and shows you off to everyone. it's a good party, but seokmin's favorite part of the night will inevitably be taking you home.

MINGHAO QUEUED 🎧 i'm setting off, but not without my muse; no, not without you. (THE LAKES)

there's something to be said about minghao finding a way to drag you along on his supposed live, laugh, love trip. you thought he would want to be alone while soul-searching. instead, he's found a way to integrate you in to his rare vacation. you swim in cliffside pools; he paints auroras and wisteria. it's on these getaways that he allows himself to be just a little softer around the edges. to call you sweet nothings like beloved, like my muse. when you ask him about it, it takes him some time to put it in to words. "i like having you around," he'll say as his brush glides over his canvas, as his pen leaves marks on his palm. "i don't feel like i have to be anybody when i'm with you." he's a man of calamitous love, of many names. the8, myungho, minghao. with you, he can just be.

SEUNGKWAN QUEUED 🎧 and isn't it just so pretty to think, all along there was some invisible string tying you to me? (INVISIBLE STRING)

there are at least four times where seungkwan and you were parallel lines. equidistant, not quite meeting, or with degrees of separation. there's the childrens' song festivals and the tangerine-picking events; there's the friend of a friend, the aunt who said she had a 'nice man to recommend'. years and years later, when the two of you do inventory of your lives, you're surprised with just how close you guys came to each other every single time. "you mean to say i could've dated you much earlier?" will be his first takeaway, packaged as a joking complaint. much later, though, as he thinks of all the little things that led to this or that— he can't help but think of the stories he used to scoff at. he ought to issue apologies to all of them, he thinks. seungkwan initially didn't believe in destiny or fate, but what other word is there to describe you aside from 'soulmate'?

VERNON QUEUED 🎧 think i know where you belong, think i know it's with me. (YOU BELONG WITH ME)

"i ended things with her," vernon tells you casually, one afternoon. it's a vague admission, especially since he's never been all that clear about what 'thing' he had with the 'her' who caused him so much grief. still, it's a welcome thing. maybe now he can stop moping all the time. when you ask him if he regrets it, he gives you a one-shouldered shrug. "i'm good. think i need to get my eyes checked, though." you're chiding him for insulting his ex's appearance when he amends, "that's not what i meant! that's not what i meant!" a beat. his voice is a little on the shy end, now. "i was trying to say— i think i'm far-sighted or something. like, how did i not notice what was right in front of me?" this time, it's your turn to pause, to let the double meaning of his words sink in. when he sees the cogs in your brain turning, vernon offers you a nervous smile. "i'm not too late, am i? you still with me?"

CHAN QUEUED 🎧 you wanting me tonight feels impossible, but it's comin' down, no sound, it's all around. (SNOW ON THE BEACH)

to fall in love is a joy in itself, but to do it at the same pace and at the same time is nothing short of a miracle. chan realizes that when he finds the courage to confess. you're not early or late; you don't meet him halfway. you want him the exact same way that he does and it makes him smile like he's won a goddamn contest. "if i'm dreaming, don't wake me up," he breathes as he stares at you, his eyes bright and wide and impossibly fond. he's scared to jinx it, to wish for it, but you're looking up at him with an adoration that's in equal measure. how could he doubt that? he sweeps you up in a hug that knocks you off your feet. it's the type of scene that you used to only see on screens, except chan's love is very, very real, and it's all for you.

★ this was made possible by the suggestions of some truly lovely people ´◡` tysm to circusprincesss, taeraegyat, mercif4l, seungkwansflower, sunkissedyo, geminirum, flipflopscrop + anon!

[matsunoluvr]

2.0.0 Suguru Geto NPC (JJK) ★彡

have you ever thought; “Hey, you know what? I really want to date my no.1 bbg Suguru Geto from hit anime Jujutsu Kaisen”?

well lucky for you, you can now! (≧∀≦)

MOD INCLUDES:

You can dance with Suguru at the Flower Dance!

Suguru can be found around town (spawns in the Adventure Guild)

Marriage Dialogue! (planning to add more :3)

(with the polyamory/free love mods you can date Suguru and Satoru… @Cursedcure on Nexus)

Some unique dialogue & questions… (Summer 4, Winter 7)

WHAT DO I INTEND TO ADD? (*´◒`*)

(please keep in mind I do have exams!! these are not guaranteed!!)

Heart Events!!

Animation/Idles

More unique dialogue (make it immersive!!)

Spouse room?

ADDITIONAL NOTES

WARNING: I am not a professional nor am I talented at art/coding!! I simply wanted to pick up a new hobby and (getting inspired by the gojo mod) made this one :)

If there are any issues/glitches message me! I am also active on @taehvnluvr on tiktok!

I hope this mod is fun for people!! ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

Thank you for reading!!

[seuonji]

night shift ★彡 xu minghao

xu minghao x yn ln

彡when yn’s juniors finds trouble with some fellow college mates, yn goes through mountains just to get them justice, even if it means needing to infiltrate and make friends with the most intimidating clique on campus.

masterlist

#14 white tee! | # 15 lucky charm! | #16 …!

notes: there’s a writing part under the cut! (1.6k words)

last post before the new years!!! so excited for next year! hope you guys enjoy this one<3 thanks for keeping up, love you!

soonyoung had driven to your place and you were notified they were there as jun called you. you silently left the house not wanting to be questioned by thing 1 (cheol) and thing 2 (han) questioning your whereabouts.

you eventually got to the venue of the competition. it was dark and the dim lights glimmered over your face.

“minghao’s already here?” you asked as the three of you walked up the stairs. “yeah, he should be in getting ready in the back or something, let’s head to the stage and find a spot!!” soonyoung beamed.

+

it was a long wait, tons of dancers came out and it was like nothing you’ve experienced before. it was only now you realised you have been too cooped up in your room and taking your role as vice too seriously.

and soon, the man of honour showed up.

“now we have xu minghao, winner of many battles before, let’s give him a round of applause!!” the host cheered out. everyone was loud that even with soonyoungs astronomical voice, it seemed like minghao didn’t notice you guys there.

suddenly jun bent to your ears, “look, minghao’s looking around.”

you turned to him and looked as if you have a question mark above your head.

“he’s checking and wondering if anyone he knows came to see him, of course he’d never admit it but he’s looking,” he softly giggled.

you let out a chuckle, that sounds so minghao. you slowly reverted your attention to the stage and minghao got into his starting positions.

you didn’t expect to be so in awe the next few minutes.

-

“MINGHAOO!!”

“HAOO!” jun and soonyoung continuously chanted.

as his performance came to an end, he seemed like he could finally hear since he finally faced the direction of where the noise was coming from. the area where you, soonyoung and jun stood. and what a face he made when he saw you.

as he thanked the host and jumped off the stage, he immediately made his way to you guys.

“yn?” he said dumbfounded.

“minghao! you did amazing!!” you rubbed his shoulder and commended him.

he felt his ears get warm and he’d never been so dumbfounded before. usually it was only soonyoung and jun that came to these things, along with mingyu and seokmin but most of the time they were too busy but he was thankful for any efforts they put in.

“who’s at work?” he asked totally puzzled.

“seokmin,” jun sternly said it was a bit scary.

minghao just squinted his eyes, further feeling puzzled but the adrenaline was so high he just wanted to let off some steam.

“uh, let’s get drinks?” minghao blurted out and looked at everyone.

+

as college students, it would be understandable to drink alcohol. but, with the vice president around, they were all pretty wary. so here you were, huddled around a small table, drinking juice.

“you never told me it was a competition. let alone, you never told me you were performing!” you whined.

“i didn’t think you’d be interested!” he fought back.

“he’ll forever be like that yn, you need to pry things out of him,” soonyoung sighed and his tiredness with minghao showed as he laid his chin on his hand.

minghao quietly hid his face behind his drink but all of a sudden, the rooms lights dimmed a bit more, catching everyone’s attention.

“well now begin the announcement for this months’ dance battle winners!” the host walked on stage and the cheers came in waves.

as always, the tension had to be built and announcements were taking long. as time passed, soonyoung and jun were holding hands and hitting each other as suspension rose.

“in third place, kina!”

your eyes bounced around the room and you happened to catch a glimpse of minghao’s hands in a fist. he was anticipating.

“in second place, jinni!”

oh, there was a chance for minghao to be first place.

the winners were getting on stage and you poked minghao and pointed to he stage, teasing him telling him he’d be next. he slowly leaned closer to you and whispered, “the competition this month was great, i don’t know if i’ll place.”

you punched his shoulder and whispered back, “you deserve it, stand up already.”

he diddled with your hands stopping you from pulling him up and then you whispered again, “if you win it’s because i’m your lucky charm.”

his response to your words was unexpected, you don’t think you’ve ever seen him laugh so loud.

and amidst your banter, the announcer spoke again, “and in first place, minghao!”

your whole group stood up and even the table almost fell making you all laugh.

just before he went on stage he whispered once again to you, “maybe you are my lucky charm.”

and you don’t know what influenced him, perhaps everything that night was going so well but he went in for a hug with you. just a simple hug.

+

the ride home was like a victory experience. soonyoung and jun sat in the front and soonyoung hung the medal on the rear view mirror as if he won it but it was all in fair game and support to their dear youngest.

“it was really an insane performance,” you patted minghao’s shoulder as swayed as if you were drunk, you were actually just really tired.

“it’s not much,” minghao laughed and stayed humble about the situation.

“no really it was great i think it’s the best ones i’ve seen,” soonyoung popped into the conversation, looking at you both from the rear view mirror.

“well i hope it was worth skipping work today,” minghao joked.

you just realised, you skipped work.

“ah shit i need to tell joshua i’m not at work.”

“you report everything you do to the president?” jun turned around and asked.

you pursed your lips as you realised not everyone knows about your living situation.

“well he’s my roommate and he offered to bring me to and from work,” you explained with a smile.

“ooh you guys are close if you’re roommates,” soonyoung bluntly replied.

“yeah they’re close,” minghao smirked to which yiu gave him a death stare.

and it was as if something clicked in jun’s head as he heard the words come out of minghao’s mouth.

after a long talk about your living situation, the hype and energy died down. soonyoung was focused on driving while aswell singing to every song on the radio. jun was playing some cat game on his phone and you and minghao were continued talking.

“so joshua knows where you are now?” he asked.

“yeah, just told him i’m not going to work today,” you simply explained but in reality havoc was being raised at home.

jeonghan was pinching the bridge of his nose complaining that you shouldn’t be taking your days at work for granted while joshua was trying his best to defend you.

“how’s it going between you two?” he asked in a mildly teasing voice, catching jun’s attention. jun was secretly listening in the front but he almost let his facade slip.

“hm? what do you mean?” you asked back without showing nervousness.

minghao just raised his brows with a smile knowing you knew what he meant.

you laughed lightly and tucked your hair behind your ear, “nothing new.”

minghao pouted his lips and nodded, he never wanted to pry but he was losing things to talk about with you it was the only think he could think of talking about but now he felt bad for bringing up anything.

but he wanted to provide some comfort, he understands the fear of rejection. so while patting your head he whispered, “it’ll be okay.”

you grinned as a response and turned your body to the front, “yeah.”

meanwhile, jun was reporting his live hearings to his fellow mate seokmin and the rest of the car ride was silent but with some chatter here and there.

+

eventually you got home and was lucky enough to avoid an argument with jeonghan.

after taking a warm bath and getting the after party smell off of you, you used your phone just before going to bed.

you let out a sigh and smile of acknowledgement of the fun you had that day and then you shut your phone and dug deeper into the space of your bed.

but suddenly, your hand itched to watch the video you filmed of minghao dancing.

play

you knew minghao was noticeable but with the spotlight on him, he was the only one you could see in this moment. and watching the way his body flowed to the music you saw how he’s powerful but there’s a sense of gentleness in every beat he moves to.

he was just as delicate on stage as he was with you. it reminds you of the way he’s cold when it comes to conversations but he’d never fail to come to your service when you’re in need.

his gaze and his words are sharp like a knife but with every meeting, every game you’ve played and with every shift, your heart grows fonder of mingha—

huh? what are these feelings? joshua’s the one you love.

+

that same night, minghao watched the replay of his performance and he watched the version you filmed. he actually never felt comfortable watching videos of him performing but he was deeply entertained by all the ‘ooo’s & ‘woah’s that could be heard in the background courtesy of your voice.

there was even an ‘oh shit’ at the end of the video by the end of it because the camera was barely pointed at him. you couldn’t focus on taking a proper video because you were that amazed.

and just before he turned the lamp on his bedside table off, he saw the medal he won today reflecting off the light.

he’s won a lot of medals in his life but today in his mind, he mentally thought, ‘thank you, lucky charm.’

lights off.

funfact: minghao thought he saw you in the crowd but he was mildly convinced he was hallucinating. he didn’t quite understand why you’d be there but he didn’t mind that yiu were.

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[ashfrommars4]

Smoking with Kazuha<3

CW: smoking,

It was a quiet evening, Y/n and Kazuha sitting on their front porch smoking. They both leaned against each other, one of Kazuha’s hands resting on Y/n’s thigh (a small part of him was tempted to give it a good squeeze). Wordlessly, Kazuha passed Y/n the blunt, watching as they took the wilting wrap and inhaled before letting the smoke exit through their mouth and nose.

“When do you leave?” Y/n asks quietly, handing the blunt back to Kazuha. “Tomorrow evening, love.” He said softly, watching as Y/n deflates slightly. Kazuha was leaving town for a bit, it was what he always did. Traveled, explored, wandered.

“How long will you be gone?”

“I couldn’t say.”

Y/n nods, gaze turning to a leaf as it slowly falls into a puddle. “I’ll miss you…” their voice comes out quietly, and it makes Kazuha swoon. To think he’d be so lucky to have someone want him to stay… it was enough to make him fall in love with Y/n all over again. “Don’t be sad, dear. I won’t be gone long. Nothing could ever keep me away from you for too long,” he whispers, finally squeezing Y/n’s thigh. He relishes the way they squirm at the feeling, a blush making its way to the very tips of their ears.

They grow quiet again after that, enjoying the time they have together. Kazuha could tell Y/n was still a bit sad, and he didn’t want his lover sad ever. “Hey, look at me,” he said softly, turning slightly to face them. Y/n, confused, looks over at Kazuha right as he leans close. “Do you trust me?” He asks, smiling slyly. Y/n nods immediately, “with my life.”

Gently, Kazuha grips their chin with one hand, his thumb gently rubbing their cheek as he stares into their pretty doe eyes. “Open your mouth, lovely,” his voice taken on a much lower, sultry tone. He takes a second to admire his lover once again before taking a hit and breathing in. He lowers his face towards Y/n until his lips are just ghosting theirs before he blows the smoke into their mouth. He leans back slightly, watching as they inhale the smoke with a startled and bashful look.

“Where did you learn to do that?!” Y/n asks, flustered beyond belief as Kazuha continues looking at them through lidded, lust filled eyes. “That’s a secret,” he says teasingly, gently pushing back a stray hair on Y/n. “Now, love, let’s make the most of this night,” he says before crashing his lips against Y/n’s.

★彡

I don’t smoke so🧍 if it’s inaccurate or doesn’t make sense then you know why. Also‼️ plz lmk if you have any requests or ideas<3 I am in a constant state of writers block :3.

[lyxzeun]

THE ACHY BREAKY HEARTS ;; Prolouge ;; TWTIA ; The Winner Takes It All

The Series ;; Sitting in your office, waiting for someone to come in the store, you start to doze off, and before you realize— You start to dream. Of something dreadly.. Something that happened five years ago.

THE ACHY BREAKY HEARTS ;; MASTERLIST

★ WARNINGS. 彡 ;; reader gets framed of stealing AND tortured by childe’s subordinates and childe practically didn’t care because he didn’t come to the rescue and put the fatui first, the tsaritsa believes readers denial, but the subordinates got angry that she’d trust you, so they drug you, and they practically put you in a dungeon in the palace and tortures you. badly. ; wax on skin thingy, the most horrendous things the subordinates have done; lasso hitting, slapping, hair cutting, reader gets threatened to leave snezhnaya. ; reader is implied to have long hair.

— taglist (that is super open) ;; @tiddieshakeshownu (username had me baffled LMAOOO)

The two of you were still young. New. Fresh. You two were still… small to understand. Childe was immature, fresh off on the Fatui, so there was no doubt that he would be trying his best in his first few days, just like you when you first got your job. But who thought that it would all come to this?

“It wasn’t me, I swear, Your Majesty! I would never do something so vulgar!” You insisted, shaking your head in denial. “We saw her, Your Highness. She was grabbing away!” Childe’s subordinates said in coax, you looked at him in disbelief. “What? You know me! You know I wouldn’t do anything like that!” — “Not until now.” The Tsaritsa’s voice cuts in deep. “I didn’t think you were like this, [Name]. And to think I let you in the palace without knowing you were such a thief!” She shouted, growling angrily at you. “N-No! No, Your Majesty, this has to be some kind of mistake! I don’t even have the items I was accused of stealing!” You fended, “Because the subordinates have told me you already sold them for mora!” She shouts back, rage filling against her. “I don’t even have money! I hit zero ever since Tartaglia came here, and accuse me all you want, Your Majesty, but neither did I steal and sell them for mora, but I worked hard so that I would be able to eat! You wouldn’t understand because you’ve never hit zero!” You retorted— Giving the Tsaritsa the same rage she gave you. The Tsaritsa gasps and stands up from her throne, walking up to you. She raises her hand as you wait for a sting on your cheek, not before you see Pantalone. “Your Majesty. I must have you digress, but the items that [Name] is accused of stealing is right here, with me.” He shows her the pendant, the important pendant that was kept in the palace for centuries. The Tsaritsa lowers her hand, sighing out heavily until she walks up to Childe’s subordinate. Her hand lands across the subordinate’s face, his mask falling to the ground. “My apologies for the sudden ruckus I’ve caused, [Name]. You are free to leave.”

As you head outside the throne room, you felt a lingering presence behind you. You thought it was Pantalone, walking back to his quarters, not until you felt a folded piece of cloth against your mouth— but as you inhaled, you felt a wash of heaviness come over you. A sudden wave of a faint and heavy pry of an aching feeling.

“No! Stop, stop it, please! I beg of you!” You cried out, binds shackling you down as they melt down wax on your thighs. You couldn’t even escape, the sting of the lasso was already enough. But they— Childe’s subordinates just couldn’t get enough, could they? They’re vulgar, disgusting beings that shouldn’t have lived. They shouldn’t have. Why was everything, everyone so unfair to you? Is everyone simply just lucky they aren’t targeted by such? Why?

One subordinate grabs a handful of your hair, a pair of scissors in his hands, “What?! No, no! Anything but my hair, please—!” You pleaded, but you were too late. He already torn and cut a piece of your hair. He holds the chunk of hair he cuts off, right in front of your face, dropping it to your thighs as he lands a harsh slap against your cheek. “Pathetic.” He indicates. You already knew you were, why did he have to rub it in your face?

One subordinate laughs. So mischievously and viciously that you’d think they weren’t human beings; not giving a single care or word for their own kind. He lands one slap on your face. Wasn’t the other nine already enough?! “Listen here, you big pest. You leave Snezhnaya, and you stay away.” He turns out a switchblade and places it across your neck as he pulls your head backwards with a hand of your hair in his free hand. “I wouldn’t be the least bit to be afraid to sway this knife over your throat once I know the second that you’ve step foot here again. Even in the next decades. Till the day you die.” He asserts, throwing your head out of his hands, leaving with the other subordinates.

Knock. A knock on the door splayed throughout the room, Marjorie’s sweet toned voice pierced through the door. “[Name]? Dearest! We have a customer! He needs your help on finding the perfect ring for his significant other!” She says contentedly. You could hear her small jumps from her shoes to the door. You laugh quietly to yourself and fix your clothes, dusting yourself off after a long doze off. You open the door from your office, a figure displays behind Marjorie, that tavern owner nearby. Diluc Ragnvindr.

[pinejayy]

ꕥ ONE PIECE MATCHUP

@karusenka || matchup trade up!! || I match you up with!!

|| ★彡( ƁƲƓƓƳ ƬӇЄ ƇԼƠƜƝ )彡★

・❥・I match you up this silly little goose, lucky you! This man is going to protect and love you to the very end! He’s not a major red flag but not a complete green flag. He wouldn’t ever ever lay a hand on you but Buggy is quite selfish considering he’s never really had a real relationship before so please be kind and patient with him. But Buggy really appreciates you and he especially loves your humor !! You’ll make a great addition to his crew with your sense of humor, and he really likes how you like making his crewmates smile and laugh. But I can see him getting jealous if you’re telling your jokes to someone else, he wants to be the main character for you little head. I can see him being very needy, whenever you guys are alone he’ll nuzzle his face against your neck. Begging to be the little spoon. Buggy would literally bring you clown like stuff, like clown outfits and plushies and please accept them it would make his whole world. Like I said Buggy is quite needy so cuddles are a must need, and he prefers being the small spoon…and please play with his hair.

・❥・Wow I can see going on dates with Buggy is something else. I feel like he would go all out! I can see him arranging some kind of circus theme date for the both of you. It’s very cheesy but it does melt your heart. Buggy is going to show you off! And I mean he’s going to hold you and yell out stuff like that “LOOK AT WHAT I BAGGED. LOOK AT WHAT I BAGGED!!” And Buggy is going to shower you in sweet comments and words.

・❥・HEADCANONS!!

Don’t allow Buggy near the kitchen!! He can’t boil water. And since you dislike cooking you guys need to learn how to cook. Or Buggy is just gonna make one of his Crew Members cook for you guys.

Let’s be real here Buggy doesn’t shower, he’s crusty. So please make him shower, you’ll even offer to shower with him and if you do he’ll gladly accept the offer.

It’ll take some time but he’ll let you touch and squeeze his nose and when you did and the second you squeezed it and it honked you immediately giggled.

Buggy is selfish man so when you guys first get intimate with each other he only thought about his needs and his pleasure. But as time went on he started to think more about you rather than himself.

I can see him telling you that’s he’s magical in the bedroom and when you guys do get to the bedroom room he’ll pull out a deck of cards and pull that “Is this your card?!” Shit.