#d-lite x reader

[petersasteria]

boys, boys, boys (3) - all

Pairing: jiyong x reader, daesung x reader, seunghyun x reader Summary: a silly tiktok trend

Daesung: fashion and random childhood lore no one asked for

Daesung is usually quiet on social media, so you took it upon yourself to feed your boredom and his fans to some new content.

"Let's make a TikTok!" You exclaimed giddily. He looked at you like you grew another head.

"I'm good, thanks." He said, not really up for it. The thought of filming something and doing it all over again just for a 15 second clip is so taxing.

"Noooo, I promise you'll have fun!" You pleaded.

He whined and said, "I don't fee like dancing, Y/N."

"We won't dance!! We'll just do a few silly trends." You promised, with a smile on your face.

"A few??"

"Okay, maybe just two because that's all I can handle." You confessed and he nodded. "Alright." He shrugged. "What're we going to do?"

"I really want to do the Super Freak challenge thing." You laughed and showed him a few videos.

"Ooooh, so it's like random lore from like ages ago. I see that most of it is being sent to the emergency room or something like that." Daesung said, finally getting it.

"Yup." You smiled. "We'll do separate videos for it. I'll film you and you'll film me."

"Got it. You can go first so I know what to do." Daesung said.

Getting to work quickly, you gave Daesung your phone and he started filming. When the music began, you held back your laugh and started talking.

"One thing about me is that when I was 16, I got a part time job at a grocery store. It was a tiring job, but it was fun because every day is like a wild card." You started.

Daesung nodded intently. It was his first time hearing about this, after all.

"On a peaceful Sunday, my whole being shattered because of my co-workers. You see, I had to restock instant ramen noodles so I went to go and get it at the back room. When I got there, I heard some noises. I literally stopped in front of the door. I was scared to go in because it sounded like porn."

Daesung let out a laugh.

You laughed too, "I thought I could handle it because it's no big deal. It's normal to watch porn. I went inside and to my surprise, I saw my two co-workers getting it on. I was so traumatized that I just stood there. I didn't know what to do because I was only 16. My co-workers saw me and literally stopped. The three of us stared at each other. Then I said, 'I need to get some ramen' and then I just walked passed them and grabbed a box of ramen. As someone very awkward, I told them to 'carry on' before I left. So the next day, I quit my job. That's the story of my short career as a part time grocery store employee."

Daesung stopped filming and he couldn't stop laughing. "Oh my god! That's so traumatic!"

"Yeah, it was! Your turn!" You were very excited. You wondered what Daesung's secret lore was. He stood where you stood earlier as you took his place on the couch.

"Okay, I'm ready for my close up." Daesung jokingly said. You laughed and hit record.

"One thing about me is that when I was 6, we had family reunion at my aunt's house. My older cousins were all together and I wanted to be just like them. They did gymnastics and they were doing all these tricks. I wanted to impress them 'cause they were so cool so I went up to them and told them to see what I can do."

"Oh god." You muttered, stifling a laugh.

"I showed them a lot of different tricks. I did a flip and landed in a split. I wasn't supposed to land in a split, so when I did, I heard a few cracks. My cousins were shocked and stood there in surprise. I held back all my tears and tried to look cool. I even did a pose and tried to wink, but the pain was unbearable and I started to cry." Daesung said with a bright smile on his face as he told the story.

"Oh no." You giggled.

"One of my cousins, helped me stand up but my legs were hurting so, so bad. My mom and my aunt heard that I was crying so they went outside to see the commotion. My other cousin explained what had happened and my mom panicked and called an ambulance. When they arrived, I was screaming in pain. I was sent to the E.R. and my thighs were swelling and my mom created a scene. I was so embarrassed that I covered my face and then my thigh's muscle decided to strain. Due to my age, I was in sheer agony so I started to faint. When I woke up, it was already the next day and I was in my room with ice packs on my thighs. When it got healed, I never did a flip ever again." Daesung finished his story with a laugh.

You ended the video and uploaded both of your videos on TikTok and Instagram. You immediately got a bunch of notifications (especially from his fans) with funny comments to read. Many people even requested you two to do more.

Surprisingly, Daesung was the one who initiated your second TikTok. He wanted to try the random fashion one while you were out shopping. You entered a thrift shop and started filming each other. Like last time, you went first.

You stood next to a random rack of t-shirts and started walking as Daesung filmed. "Stop." He said.

You grabbed the shirt and laughed, "Oh my god. This is so 2012."

"You gotta get something to pair it with." Daesung chuckled. You both went to the pants section and you started walking.

"Stop." Daesung said.

You pulled out the pants and your jaw dropped. "No way! Can I try again?"

He shook his head laughing, "Nope! Don't cheat! Get some shoes now."

You went to the shoe section and you closed your eyes (as per Daesung's instructions). You held your hand out and hovered over the shoes and you began walking.

"Stop."

You opened your eyes and laughed. "What the actual fuck are these? Oh, god. I'm so getting revenge on you."

You went to shirt section again and Daesung seemed nervous.

"I'm actually scared."

"Oh, you should be." You joked.

He chuckled, held his hand out and started walking as you filmed the whole thing.

"Stop." You said

He grabbed the shirt and loudly said, "Yah, why is it like this!?!" He turned the shirt to show you and you laughed so hard.

"Bottom wear time!" You laughed.

You went to the pants section again and he started walking.

"Stop."

He grabbed the pants and sighed in defeat, "These are so ugly! Oh my god. I think they're too small!"

"Yeah, but you can't go again." You giggled at his misery.

When it was time to get shoes, Daesung said, "Make it a good one at least."

"No promises. Go!"

A few second later, "Stop!" You said.

Daesung groaned, "Jesus! They're in different colors too!"

"Ready to buy them?" You laughed, still filming him. He shook his head and playfully glared at you, "I hate this."

You laughed and he ended up laughing too. You ended the video, paid for the clothes, and went home. When you got home, you wore the clothes you bought and took pictures to post on your Instagram: new tiktok video coming soon x

"I really love doing these random things with you." Daesung chuckled.

"Aww, I love it too, Dae."

"I love you, Y/N."

"I love you more, Dae."

"I love you most."

Jiyong: suspect

You wanted to do a TikTok challenge, but you didn't know which one to do until you watched a few videos of people doing the suspect challenge. That's when you had a bright idea to bring in Jiyong with you.

"Why do I have to do this?" Jiyong sighed.

"Because it's funny and your fans will like it." You shrugged.

"And how do you do this challenge thingy?" Jiyong questioned with a hand on his hip.

"Basically just roast me and I'll roast you." You explained and he nodded. "Got it."

"How about I'll go first so you get the gist?" You asked and he nodded. You started filming and he starts jogging. "Suspect acts all tough, but relied on Youngbae to save him at school."

He stopped jogging and turned to you with his jaw dropped, "Oh my god. Shut the fuck up. My turn."

He turned the camera towards you and you started to jog. "Suspect orders a bunch of food and claims she prepares it."

You gasped, "That only happened once!"

Thus, began the back and forth banter.

"Suspect keeps coloring his hair to deem himself cool, but his hairline is receding." "TAKE THAT BACK!!"

"Suspect says she doesn't need glasses, but she can't read from afar." "I don't need them!!"

"Suspect acts all big to compensate for his short height." "Fuck you, honestly."

"Suspect has a lot of junk in her bag and claims that she's sentimental." "I AM!!" "Throw the candy wrapper away, Y/N!! THAT WAS FROM TWO YEARS AGO!!!" "Yeah, but you bought that for me from Japan!"

"Suspect wears my clothes just so people will compliment his fashion choices." "GIRL, YOU DID NOT-"

"Suspect pretended to not know who I was when we first met." "I WAS TRYING TO BE CUTE!!"

You uploaded the video and it immediately got a ton of views. You and Jiyong were actively reading the comments and laughed every time someone said something funny.

"I kinda wanna do a part 2." Jiyong confessed. "I had so much fun roasting you."

You snorted, "Likewise. Let's do a part 2 soon."

"Yes, please!"

Seunghyun: we listen and we don't judge (we lowkey do tho)

Your boyfriend was never chronically online. He never kept up with the latest trends and challenges so he was surprised when you asked him to do a TikTok with you. Usually, you'd ask your friends and sometimes, Daesung, to do one with you. He was so honored.

"So what'll we do?" He asked as he sat down on the floor, staying in frame as you set up your phone on the coffee table.

"We'll do the 'we listen and we don't judge' challenge. It's basically confessing your opinions or thoughts that you never told anyone." You explained, getting ready to start filming.

"Okay." He nodded. "You go first so I know what to do."

"Alright. So, we have to say 'we listen and we don't judge' together before every confession."

"Got it."

You started filming.

"We listen and we don't judge." You said in unison. "Sometimes, when I can't sleep, I pull up a PDF version of the storybooks I used to read as a kid and read to myself until I doze off."

"Oh my lord." He laughed. "Wake me up next time so I can read to you!"

"We listen and we don't judge."

"To get away from everyone, I tell the guys that I'm coming home early to hang out with you, but I just go to a samgyeopsal place to eat by myself in peace because I rarely have me time these days." He chuckled.

"You don't have to use me for your cover up." You laughed. "Just tell the truth."

"We listen and we don't judge."

"Sometimes, I tell you that I ordered something healthy so that I don't have to hear you nag about me eating junk." You said shyly and his jaw dropped.

"Are you scared of me?" He laughed hard and you nodded. "To be fair, you look like a meanie." You defensively said.

The more you did, the more judge-y it got.

"We listen and we don't judge." "I'm not gonna say who, but I don't like that one friend of yours because she's fishy."

"We listen and we don't judge." "I'm not a fan of your new cologne."

"We listen and we don't judge." "Sometimes, when we go out with your friends and their boyfriends, I judge their boyfriends because I don't see them as a good fit for your besties." "Oh my god, do you really?!" You laughed and he nodded, holding back his laughter.

"We listen and we don't judge." "When I took your nephew shopping, he accidentally ripped the sleeve when trying it on and I told the saleslady that it was ripped and I blamed it on the previous kid who tried it on." "My god, Y/N, that's evil!" He chuckled.

"I'm having so much fun!" You exclaimed happily.

"Maybe we should do this while doing skin care next time so it's more calming." He suggested.

"Wait, what do you mean 'next time'?" You eyed him.

He shrugged, "I like hanging out with you and I really liked this... activity."

"Aww, I'm glad you had fun! I love you so much."

"I love you too."

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permanent taglist: @redhoodedtoad @billiesiousji @hayd3n8 @sherrayyyyy @nbjch05 @ldydeath @wcnderlnds @infinetlyforgotten @emmiesoverthemoon @breakmeoff @sayugarper @gdinthehouseee

jiyong taglist: @loveesiren @aizshallnotbefound

seunghyun taglist: @loveesiren

daesung taglist: @tabibabib

[welcometoyunosworld]

Heart beats for you

[Request!]

T.O.P. , G-Dragon and Dae-sung

!HEADCANNONS!

Request: 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴.

Warnings: 𝘚𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵! 𝘖𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘰𝘰𝘰𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘦! ♡

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

• 𝗞𝘄𝗼𝗻 𝗝𝗶-𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗴! Who would always smile so happily when he sees you again after the tiring tours and more work related.

• 𝘾𝙝𝙤𝙞 𝙎𝙚𝙪𝙣𝙜-𝙝𝙮𝙪𝙣! Who looks absolutely exhausted but deep inside he was absolutely happy to see you after another exhausting tour.

• 𝗗𝗮𝗲-𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗴! Who didn't even give you a chance to react when he pulled you in a tight hug and kept you away from the other two who just smiled and huffed.

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ♫ ⋅.} ───── ⊰

• 𝗞𝘄𝗼𝗻 𝗝𝗶-𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗴! Who would try his very best to express how he feels about you in his own way, such as; writing a song about you but never released it or shared it with anyone, yet. And when he showed you, you absolutely loved it and thought it was so lovely of him to write a song about you and showed you only. Seeing you smile happily when he sang it for you made his love for you only grow.

• 𝗖𝗵𝗼𝗶 𝗦𝗲𝘂𝗻𝗴-𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻! Who would express his love for you by pulling up with the most corny dad jokes known to man and you'd still end up laughing your ass off because it's funnier when He says the jokes. Hearing you laugh so hard at his jokes made him laugh too, seeing you all smiles like this makes his heart beat faster.

• 𝗗𝗮𝗲-𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗴! Who doesn't even have a filter and freely express how much he loves you with his signature love language, Physical touch. Always greeting you and bidding you with a tight hug. Would put a hand on your shoulder and always give you the cutest smiles and his adorable winking which you would pinch his cheeks softly and giggle softly, your adorable giggles making his heart race.

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ♫ ⋅.} ───── ⊰

• 𝗞𝘄𝗼𝗻 𝗝𝗶-𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗴! Who would tell the two “Let's just use a codename instead of Y/n” and the two instantly agrees, nodding their heads.

• 𝗖𝗵𝗼𝗶 𝗦𝗲𝘂𝗻𝗴-𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻! Who suggested “𝘼𝙚𝙞𝙣” while thinking about him calling out to you while on stage imagining your awestruck gaze on him as he calls out to you.

• 𝗗𝗮𝗲-𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗴! Who suggested they'd call you “𝙔𝙖𝙚𝙗𝙤” and Ji-yong and Seung-hyun immediately nodded with silly smiles on their faces.

──────⊹⊱✫⊰⊹──────

• 𝗞𝘄𝗼𝗻 𝗝𝗶-𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗴! Who's heart dropped to the pit of his stomach the moment he saw you smiling and laughing with someone, and to make it worse, that someone was another boy. He could feel his stress and jealousy mixing together like two different colors mix together to create another.

• 𝗖𝗵𝗼𝗶 𝗦𝗲𝘂𝗻𝗴-𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻! Who was confused why Ji-yong randomly stopped and then he looked at where Ji-yong was staring at. The moment he saw you being with another guy made him go silent and his chest ache a bit.

• 𝗗𝗮𝗲-𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗴! Who was already making his way towards you because he doesn't wanna get the wrong idea or something! And he felt like he was forcing his smile the moment you were blushing when your guy friend would hold your hand because what?? Did he really just hold your hand like that?! He felt betrayed somehow.

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ♫ ⋅.} ───── ⊰

• 𝗞𝘄𝗼𝗻 𝗝𝗶-𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗴, 𝗖𝗵𝗼𝗶 𝗦𝗲𝘂𝗻𝗴-𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻 and 𝗗𝗮𝗲-𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗴! Who sulked for a few days or possibly weeks after they found out you liked that guy instead of them. Were they not enough for you??? Have they done something wrong??? Did that guy have something the three of them didn't have???

• 𝗞𝘄𝗼𝗻 𝗝𝗶-𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗴, 𝗖𝗵𝗼𝗶 𝗦𝗲𝘂𝗻𝗴-𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻 and 𝗗𝗮𝗲-𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗴! Who eventually gathered all their courage to ask you to come over because they wanted to talk about something over dinner and it was on them, and who were you to deny your best friends anyway? You absolutely adore them! You did develop a crush on them, but you knew you don't stand a chance since they are celebrities, you're not.

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ♫ ⋅.} ───── ⊰

• 𝗞𝘄𝗼𝗻 𝗝𝗶-𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗴! Who started off smooth with talking about random and other stuff before he gathered all his courage and admitted his feelings first. Trying his best to express it just like how he always imagined it.

• 𝗖𝗵𝗼𝗶 𝗦𝗲𝘂𝗻𝗴-𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻! Who was second to speak up before you can utter a word. He started off with a bit of stuttering before he eventually spoke more firmly yet softly. Expressing his feelings, his true feelings and his mind.

• 𝗗𝗮𝗲-𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗴! Who didn't let you speak either, because the moment Seung-hyun finished, he spoke up. Confessing how much he loved you, how much they all tried their best to make you feel and know how much they love and adore you. And later on asked... “ 𝘼𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙚.. 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪? 𝘿𝙞𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙜𝙪𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩? ”

✩.･*:｡≻───── ⋆♡⋆ ─────.•*:｡✩

HI BAES!! :D

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞; Should i make a part 2 of this or turn it into a fic? I absolutely love the chemistry going on 👀

[gdinthehouseee]

Mother's Day: KANG DAESUNG x READER

summary: you spend some quality time with your husband and daughter for mother's day, but every couple needs alone time every now and then.

word count: 2969

tags: tooth-rotting fluff with some suggestiveness at the end (cuz i literally cannot help myself)

The scent of something warm and slightly sweet fills the air before you even open your eyes. A soft giggle—one you’d recognize anywhere—echoes in the room, followed by a whispered “Appa, careful!” and a hushed chuckle in response. Before you can fully process what’s happening, a gentle weight shifts onto the bed beside you. Small hands pat your arm excitedly.

“Eomma, wake up! Wake up! We made you breakfast!”

Blinking your eyes open, you’re immediately met with the beaming face of your daughter, her bright eyes filled with excitement. 

“Happy Mother’s Day!” She beams.

Beside her, Daesung kneels on the bed, holding a wooden tray with a sheepish smile. “Your personal chef and little assistant worked very hard on this.” 

On the tray, there’s a slightly lopsided stack of pancakes, drizzled with syrup and topped with a few strawberries—though one has clearly been bitten into. A small cup of coffee sits next to it, along with a tiny glass of orange juice that’s only half full.

“We made it all by ourselves!” Your daughter announces proudly.

Daesung lets out a soft laugh, reaching to brush your hair out of your face. “And we only had one near disaster.”

“Appa burned the first pancake…”

“Hey!”

You can’t help but laugh, warmth blooming in your chest as you take in the scene. Your husband and daughter, full of love, their combined effort displayed in the form of a slightly messy yet heartfelt breakfast.

“You two are the sweetest,” you murmur, sitting up as Daesung carefully places the tray on your lap. Your daughter immediately scoots closer, watching eagerly as you take the first bite.

“How is it? Is it good? Do you like it?” She asks in rapid succession, her small hands gripping the edge of the blanket in anticipation.

“It’s the best breakfast I’ve ever had.”

She lets out a happy squeal before wriggling under the blanket beside you, pressing her tiny body against your side. She nestles in close, her head resting against your arm as she watches you take another bite with a proud, sleepy smile. But the moment she’s settled, her excitement bubbles over again. She lists off all the things she wants to do today, seeing as it seems like such a big day, why wouldn’t she want to go to the park, have a tea party, and pretend to be princesses. 

Your husband, not wanting to overwhelm you as soon as you wake up, sits next to her and reaches out to smooth down her hair. “Before we do any of that, don’t you think we should get dressed first? Maybe brush our teeth, fix your hair a little? We can’t have a tea party in our pajamas, right?”

Your daughter gasps dramatically. “You’re right! I gotta get ready right now!”

Before either of you can say another word, she scrambles off the bed, tiny feet pattering across the floor as she rushes out of the room with a determined “I’m gonna wear my princess dress!” trailing behind her.

You watch her disappear down the hall, shaking your head with a fond smile. “There she goes.”

Daesung lets out a dramatic sigh, flopping back onto the bed beside you with a groan. “Where does she get all that energy?”

You turn your head to look at him, deadpan. “Yeah, I wonder.”

“What? Not me.”

“Babe, you literally chased her around the living room on all fours last night, pretending to be a dragon for forty-five minutes.”

“Okay, but that was—”

“Do you really think she just magically learned how to run around like a maniac all day?” You smirk, reaching out to poke his chest. “You do the same thing. I just have better ways of tiring you out.”

He stares at you for a second before bursting into laughter. He tilts his head, grinning. “Oh? And what ways would those be, exactly?”

You roll your eyes, sitting up and stretching. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

He clutches his chest dramatically. “Jagiya! You can’t just say things like that and leave me hanging.”

You chuckle, but before you can reply, he shifts, propping himself up on one elbow as his teasing expression softens. He reaches out, fingers brushing over your cheek before tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“Are you sure you’re up for all this today?” He asks gently, concern laced in his voice despite his previous playfulness. “She has about ten different plans, and you don’t have to do all of them. We can take it easy.”

Smiling, you take his hand and squeeze it. “I’m okay,” you reassure him. Then, with a mischievous tilt of your head, you add, “we’ll have to carry her in from the car when we get back. Besides, how else am I supposed to tire her out for bedtime?”

Daesung blinks before shaking his head with a laugh. “Unbelievable. So this whole day is actually a master plan?”

“Obviously.” You grin. “You think I just agreed to a tea party out of the goodness of my heart?”

He scoffs. “Wow. And here I thought you were just being a loving mother.”

“Oh, I am. But I’m also a smart one.”

He laughs, leaning in to press a lingering kiss to your forehead. “Alright, but if you get too tired, I will be enforcing a nap time. For both of you.”

“I wouldn’t complain.”

Before either of you can say anything else, your daughter’s voice echoes from down the hall. “Appa! I need help with my dress!”

He groans dramatically, making you laugh. “Coming, princess!”

With your daughter’s excited chatter filling the house, the morning passes in a blur of soft laughter, playful bickering over outfit choices, and Daesung’s gentle hands helping you tame her wild bedhead. Sunlight streams through the windows, golden and warm, casting a glow over the little moments—the way your daughter twirls in front of the mirror, beaming as Daesung fastens the tiny sparkly bow in her hair, the way he sneaks quick glances at you between tasks, a quiet, adoring smile tugging at his lips.

Getting ready is an adventure in itself. Your daughter insists on matching outfits, which means digging through your wardrobe for a colour-coordinated dress while she stands on the bed, instructing you like a tiny fashion director. By the time everyone is dressed, she’s practically vibrating with excitement.

The moment you step outside, the fresh spring air greets you: the scent of blooming flowers lingers in the breeze, mixed with the faint sweetness of fresh-cut grass. The sky is a vast stretch of blue, dotted with drifting clouds, and the distant sound of children laughing at the park makes your daughter’s energy spike all over again. She takes off in a sprint, her little sneakers tapping eagerly against the pavement, tugging her dear father along by the hand. Yet, this is only the beginning.

“Appa, come on!” She squeals, practically yanking him forward with surprising strength for someone so small.

Daesung stumbles slightly but laughs, letting her pull him along. “Okay, okay! Where to first, princess?”

“The swings!”

You settle onto a nearby bench, watching as he jogs behind her, his free hand on his hip as if bracing himself for what’s to come. The moment they reach the swings, your daughter wastes no time climbing onto one as Daesung crouches down behind her.

“Ready?”

“I wanna go super high!”

He chuckles, giving her a gentle push. She giggles as she swings forward, her little legs kicking happily in the air. He continues pushing her higher, her delighted laughter ringing out like the sweetest melody. You can’t help but smile as you watch him—his face alight with joy, completely lost in the moment with her.

As soon as she decides she’s had enough, she hops off, wobbling slightly before grabbing Daesung’s hand again. “The slide! Let’s go, let’s go!”

Daesung barely has time to catch his breath before she’s tugging him toward the slides, her determination unstoppable. When they reach the top, she turns to him with wide, expectant eyes. “You have to go down with me!”

He blinks. “Both of us? At the same time?”

She nods very seriously. He lets out a dramatic sigh but obeys, sitting down at the top of the slide before picking her up and setting her in his lap. He takes her small hands in his much larger ones, looking at her with a playful smile. “Alright, princess. On the count of three.”

“One… two… three!”

With a chorus of laughter, they slide down together, your daughter shrieking in delight as he exaggerates his expressions, acting like they’re on the most thrilling ride in the world. The moment their feet hit the ground, she’s already scrambling up to her feet, eyes darting toward the climbing structure.

“C’mon, appa!”

Daesung groans, hands on his knees as he catches his breath. “Do you—do you ever run out of energy?”

Your daughter giggles mischievously before grabbing his hand again. “Nope!”

You laugh from your spot on the bench as he sends you a helpless look over his shoulder, eyes wide with mock desperation. You simply wave at him, grinning.

“Good luck, Appa!” you call.

He groans again but lets himself be dragged away, shaking his head with an affectionate smile. “She gets this from you,” he mutters.

“What was that?”

“Nothing!”

The hours slip by in a blur of sunshine and laughter, the park becoming their little kingdom for the day. After conquering the playground, your daughter decides that the next grand adventure requires a change of scenery. She leads Daesung—still completely at her mercy—over to the grassy field, where families are sprawled out on picnic blankets and kids are chasing after bubbles that float lazily in the breeze. The moment she spots a group of children playing tag, she gasps, eyes lighting up. Daesung barely has time to react before she takes off running, turning to look over her shoulder with a mischievous grin. “Catch me if you can!”

“Ah, so now I’m the monster?” He cracks his knuckles dramatically before sprinting after her, purposefully letting her stay a few steps ahead before suddenly picking up speed, swooping her up into his arms with a triumphant laugh.

“Gotcha!”

She shrieks in delight, wiggling as he spins her around before gently setting her back on her feet. “Again! Again!”

And so the cycle continues—Daesung chasing after her with exaggerated roars while she ducks and weaves around trees, giggling so hard she can barely run in a straight line. At some point, a few of the other kids join in, turning it into an all-out game of tag, and you watch from a shaded bench, heart full as you take in the sight of your husband, the supposed grown-up, completely immersed in the game like one of the kids.

Eventually, after what seems like a lifetime of running and squealing, your daughter slows to a stop, chest heaving as she grabs Daesung’s arm dramatically. “I need… ice cream…”

“You and me both, princess.”

With that, the three of you make your way over to the ice cream van at the park’s edge. The moment your daughter lays eyes on the menu, she gasps as if she’s discovered the meaning of life.

“They have strawberry!”

You chuckle, ruffling her hair. “Then strawberry it is.”

The three of you sit on the grass, ice creams in hand as the warm afternoon breeze rustles through the trees. Your daughter hums happily as she takes a big bite, swinging her legs back and forth. “This is the best day ever.”

Daesung smiles, resting his chin on his hand as he watches her. “Yeah?”

“Looks like someone’s finally getting tired,” he teases, nodding toward your daughter, who blinks slowly, fighting to keep her eyes open.

“Nooo,” she protests weakly, though the way she leans against his side gives her away.

He smirks, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Sure, sure. Let’s see if you say that when we get home.”

By the time you do get home, the sun is dipping below the horizon, casting a golden glow through the windows. Your daughter, though still buzzing with leftover excitement from the park, starts to drag her feet as Daesung sets her down. She rubs her sleepy eyes but perks up at the mention of dinner, immediately asking if she can help.

He laughs, ruffling her hair. “Alright, but no sneaking bites before we sit down.”

She gasps dramatically. “I would never!”

You shake your head fondly as she rushes off to grab the small plates, placing them on the table with careful determination. With her little hands setting out napkins and Daesung at your side, effortlessly moving around the kitchen to help you, there’s a warmth that settles in the air—a feeling of home, of love, of moments you wish you could freeze in time.

Dinner is a mix of laughter and sleepy babbling from your daughter, who tells exaggerated stories about her victories at the park between small yawns. Daesung plays along, gasping at all the right moments and dramatically clutching his chest when she explains how she almost outran him.

“I think you might be faster than me now,” he muses, taking a sip of water.

She beams proudly, barely holding back another yawn. “I am!”

By the time her plate is cleared, she’s slumped in her seat, eyelids drooping. You and Daesung exchange amused glances before he reaches out, gently tapping her nose. “Alright, princess, time for bed.”

“Noooo,” she whines softly, rubbing at her eyes. “I’m not sleepy.”

But the way she clings to Daesung’s shirt as he lifts her up tells a different story. You watch as he carries her upstairs, her small arms looped around his neck while he murmurs something to her that makes her hum in sleepy contentment. Smiling to yourself, you turn back to tidy up the kitchen, letting them have their moment.

It doesn’t take long to clear the table, wash the dishes, and wipe down the counters, but by the time you head upstairs, the house has settled into a quiet, cozy stillness. The warm glow of your daughter’s night light spills into the hallway, and as you step closer to her room, you hear it—a soft, gentle melody drifting through the door.

Your heart melts instantly. Peeking inside, you find Daesung sitting at the edge of her bed, his fingers absentmindedly brushing over her hair as he sings in a low, soothing voice. It’s a song she’s heard a thousand times before, one he’s sung to her since she was a baby, but it still works its magic. Her tiny hand is curled around the edge of her blanket, her breathing slow and steady as she drifts into sleep.

His voice trails off into a quiet hum, his gaze lingering on her peaceful face. He stays there for a moment, just watching her, his expression so full of love it makes your chest ache.

You lean against the doorway, speaking softly. “You’re gonna make me cry.”

He startles slightly but smiles when he sees you, patting the spot beside him. You walk over, sitting down next to him as he lets out a quiet sigh.

“She’s getting so big,” he murmurs, reaching out to tuck a stray curl behind her ear. “I feel like I’ll blink, and she’ll be all grown up.”

You rest your head against his shoulder. “She’ll always be your little girl.”

He hums, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Today was perfect.”

“It really was.”

For a while, you just sit there in the quiet, watching her sleep, soaking in the love that fills the room. It’s one of those rare, precious moments where everything feels still—where the only thing that exists is the warmth of your little family, safe and whole. Then, Daesung lets out a slow exhale, his fingers intertwining with yours as he stands. Without a word, he tugs you toward the door, and you follow, feeling the gentle squeeze of his hand in yours. But as soon as he quietly shuts the door behind you, his grip shifts, and in the next second, you're pressed against the hallway wall.

A soft gasp escapes you as he leans in, his voice low and teasing. “So… you wore me out today.”

You blink up at him, caught between surprise and amusement. “Oh? And here I thought you had endless energy.”

He huffs out a quiet laugh, dipping his head until his lips hover just over yours. “Normally, I do,” he murmurs, his breath warm against your skin. “But I think you’ve discovered my weakness.”

You tilt your head, feigning innocence. “Our daughter?”

He hums again, his hands slowly gliding down to rest at your waist. “That, and you.”

Heat flutters through you as his fingers press into your hips, the touch firm yet teasing. “Spending all day with you two, watching you laugh, seeing you so happy… it does something to me.” His lips brush against your cheek, just barely ghosting over your skin before trailing lower, toward your jaw. “Makes me want to show you just how much I love you.”

“And how do you plan on doing that?”

He grins against your skin before finally closing the space between you, his lips claiming yours in a kiss that starts soft but quickly turns into something more heated, more desperate. His hands grip your waist tighter as he presses you further against the wall, his body flush against yours.

When he finally pulls away, his gaze is dark with want, his thumb brushing against your lower lip. “Why don’t we take this to our room,” he murmurs, his voice full of promise.

You smirk, trailing your fingers down his chest. “Lead the way.”

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[sillylittlecat1]

Excause me but this just must be ilegal. I js want to enjoy reader x daesung AND THERES ALMOST NONE?! ARE YALL MAD HES THE MOST BREATHTAKING CUTIE PATUTIE I HAVE EVER SEEN like i went on ao3 to look for fics...12 works....and that is only ages old LIKE IVE SEEN A FIC FROM 2014,2016,2020 etc HELLO!!!??? ARE YALL PPL MAD?! When he said he doesnt have much fan girls i didnt belive him. Like at first i liked t.o.p ofc but as i more came to find out ab other members he stood up and i didnt rlly like him but now i adore him hes my shayla❤️

SO I WANT TO START A WARRR RAHH SOMEONE WRITE FOR DAESUNG PLEASE ILL GIVE YALL MY KIDNEY

LOOK AT HIM RAHHH

[daniiye]

Matching Nights.

pairing ; kang daesung x reader  ─  genre ; romance  warnings ; fluffy fluff fluff note ;  this is quite short! (i still have a request, soo currently working on it!! , this was sitting in my drafts for sometime now TT)

You had been strolling through the mall for nearly an hour, moving from store to store, your fingers skimming over different fabrics as you searched for something that caught your eye. Shelves stacked with neatly folded sweaters, racks lined with flowing dresses—so many options, yet nothing felt quite right.

Leaving the store, you stepped into another, telling yourself that you were just looking this time. You had already bought a few things—more than you planned, really—and your hands were getting full with the weight of the shopping bags swinging at your sides.

Still, the warm glow of the store lights and the neatly arranged displays pulled you in. Your eyes flitted over racks of clothing, shelves lined with accessories, and mannequins dressed in outfits that made you pause for a moment in admiration.

You shifted the bags in your hands, glancing at them with a quiet sigh. No more shopping, you reminded yourself. Just looking. 

Walking into the store, you let out a small breath, telling yourself—again—that you were just looking. The soft hum of background music played as you weaved through the aisles, taking in the neatly arranged clothes and accessories. You admired a few pieces, ran your fingers over different fabrics, but nothing truly tempted you.

Just as you were about to turn and leave, a flash of pink and blue colors caught your eye. From the corner of your vision, you found yourself looking at a pink and blue paired pajama set, neatly folded on a nearby shelf.

“I know I considered not buying anything, but leaving without this feels like a crime,” you muttered under your breath, reaching out to take both pajamas.

The fabric was even softer in your hands, and the pastel colors looked too cozy to resist. You shifted the shopping bags already weighing down your arms, mentally debating if you should really add to the growing collection.

But the decision was already made the moment you laid eyes on them. 

You smiled to yourself as you took a glance at the blue pajamas. “Daesung would look adorable in this,” you giggled, imagining him in the soft, fuzzy set. The thought made you chuckle again, shaking your head at your own silly idea.

Once you got home, you sank into the sofa, one hand holding the drink you picked up on the way. You sipped it slowly while calling Daesung a few times, but he never picked up. Assuming he was busy, you went ahead, unpacked the bags, tossed out the trash, and tidied up the house.

It was around 7:30 PM when you heard the doorbell ring. You were in the middle of cooking dinner, so you called out, but there was no response. Annoyed, you made your way to the door and opened it, only to find Daesung standing there.

“Hi! Sorry I couldn’t pick up your calls, I was kinda busy the whole evening,” he said, holding out a bouquet of flowers for you.

“Aw, baby, it’s okay. I know you get busy. Come in,” you replied, taking the flowers from him and walking back toward the kitchen.

“You’re cooking?” he asked, following you like a puppy.

“Would you like a taste?” you asked, taking a spoonful of the dish and blowing on it to cool it down.

He opened his mouth and savored the taste, his eyes lighting up. “I will never be disappointed with your cooking,” he said with a grin, clapping his hands in approval.

“Haha, alright, alright,” you chuckled, turning back to focus on the stove. “Hey, I bought you something today. You should check it out,” you added, glancing at him for a moment. “It’s in that bag near the coffee table,” you pointed.

He curiously walked over to the bag and peeked inside. “Ah…” he said, a goofy grin spreading across his face. “Cute!” he yelled, giggling to himself. “Did you get one for yourself too?” he asked, leaning his head over the counter to look at you with excitement.

“It should be in there,” you said, smiling to yourself as you watched his excitement. He quickly rummaged through the bag and pulled out the matching item, his grin widening. “I knew it!” he exclaimed, holding it up triumphantly. “We’re matching now, huh?”

you turned off the stove, now neatly arranging the plates on the dining table as he admired your silly purchase.

“Dae… it’s not going to disappear. Come eat dinner,” you said, holding up his plate, but Daesung’s eyes were still fixed on the matching item.

“Wait, wait, wear it with me!” he said, almost pleading, a mischievous grin on his face. “It’ll be fun. Please?”

You raised an eyebrow, pretending to be reluctant, but his excitement was so infectious. “Fine, fine,” you said, laughing. “But only because you’re being so cute about it.”

He jumped up in excitement, and you both quickly slipped on the items, then sat down to eat dinner, both wearing the matching pieces and grinning like fools.

“I’m sleepy,” you said, letting out a yawn as you plopped onto your bed, exhausted from cleaning the kitchen with Daesung.

He followed you into the room, chuckling softly. “I can tell,” he said, sitting beside you and gently brushing a lock of hair away from your face. 

You snuggled into him like a baby, the warmth and comfort of his presence making you feel at ease. “You know, we should wear this often,” he said, tugging gently on your pajamas with a playful grin.

You laughed softly, his cuteness never failing to melt you. “You’re really serious about this, huh?” you teased, but deep down, you couldn’t say no to him. He was just too adorable.

And he really did take it seriously. Every night, without fail, he insisted on wearing the matching pajamas you had bought that day, and you could never bring yourself to resist. His excited smile and warm hugs made it impossible to say no.

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[maskedcrawford]

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Kang Daesung x Reader

Summary: Breaking up is hard, especially when you constantly see the person. But this time, feelings refuse to be pushed down for both of you.

Warnings: Slight angst and fluff.

A/N: My first Daesung fic is here! I hope you guys enjoy it<3

Requests are OPEN

“Can you believe this,” you scoff showing Daesung some random article by the k-media.

“Singer songwriter y/n l/n riding on coattails of her new boyfriend,” he reads out loud. He rolls his eyes and shakes his head. You and Daesung had a met at a mutual friend’s party and hit it off. He was all ready big into the music industry while you were just starting out. You hadn’t become a household name but you weren’t a nobody either.

“Just ignore it,” he sighs placing his arms around your torso. You rest against his chest for a moment, trying to forget about the article.

“It’s bad enough I all ready have to prove myself in an industry that’s harder on women,” you whine into his chest. He kisses the top of your head.

“I know, agi,” he rubs circles onto your back.

“You want me to say something?” he offers kindly.

“No, that would just make it worse. I need to do it on my own.” He lets you go but not before placing a sweet gentle kiss to your lips.

“I believe in you,” he smiles.

The memory plays through your mind one last time before your manager calls out to you. You look at him with wide doe eyes.

“Y/n, let’s run that last song again! The chorography needs to be perfect.” You sigh and nod your head. As the song plays, instead of singing with it you just focus on the dance, your mind floating back to the memory, the way your now ex boyfriends lips felt on yours. Sure it’d been 6 months since you’d seen him, but the breakup was hard on you. Daesung had been a good friend and a great boyfriend, he even still showed up for you, which is why the break up was so hard, after all it’s harder to get over someone you see on a regular basis. Like today, you both would be doing songs at this charity concert so you were bound to cross paths, again.

“That looks great,” you hear that familiar up beat voice call out. You turn your head to the side of the stage and see him there, his grin huge and proud. You force a smile, trying to shove down the pain.

“Thanks, Dae,” you say as you finish the last move.

“All right, hydrate and rest.” Your manager is quick to answer a phone call as Daesung is all ready striding to you with some water.

“Thanks,” you grin shyly, your face slightly pink from the cardio you just rehearsed. The way he looked at you, most would think he’s a proud best friend or even brother, there was no pain in his eyes when it came to you, even if it was in his heart.

“It makes no sense, this-this whole thing,” you shouted at your boyfriend.

“I don’t know what you want me to do.” He shouted back at you. You and Daesung rarely fought but when you did, it was usually serious.

“It’s not like I’m sleeping with her,” he retorts with attitude.

“I’m not saying that,”

“Might as well,” he scoffs, “It’s like you don’t trust me!”

“I didn’t say that,” you try to defend, a little a quieter.

“Last I checked, you didn’t like me being photographed with other guys.” You remind him sharply.

“That doesn’t mean we argued over it. I trust you, y/n! I thought you might trust me,” he walks out of the room leaving you there for a moment. It’s not that you didn’t trust him, you did. But you knew how girls could be. Not that he would hurt you on purpose, but still. It made you uncomfortable.. You walk to his room and stand in the door way.

“It just makes me uncomfortable, because I know you love me but at the same time, I know there’s better out there.” You rub your arms as you fold them across your chest. He sighs loudly.

“No there isn’t, and if you can’t trust that you’re the one I’m coming home to, we shouldn’t be together.” Your eyes widen as he doesn’t even look at you.

“Are you saying we’re done?” you choke out, voice cracking slightly.

“You don’t trust me,” he says voice low, barely above a whisper.

“Babe, I,” you stop as the tears fill your eyes. You didn’t feel you should apologize for your feelings, but you didn’t want to lose him at the same time. You both stood in silence for what felt like years.

“I guess I’ll go then,” you said as you slowly made your way to the front door. Tears spilling down your cheeks as you walk to the front door of his house. You pause and let yourself look at his place one last time, knowing this would be the last time you seen it.

“I think the song’s great,” he slings an arm around your shoulder and you smile at him.

“Thank you, I’m excited to perform it.” He offers you a snack, knowing you didn’t eat much that day. You take a second to really look at him. His long dark hair, his arms and the way the t shirt he wore clung to his muscles.

“Y/n?” You snap out of your daze.

“Huh,” you squeak out as you blush. He chuckles and you roll your eyes. He caught you.

“I said, if you’re done I need to run through my set.”

“Oh, oh yeah, I’m good. I’m done.” You smile embarrassed. You turn to walk off but Daesung isn’t done yet.

“Care to watch? Give me some tips?” he smirks as you turn around and wiggles his brows at the end of his sentence. You truly didn’t want to, watching him perform always made your knees weak, let alone hearing him sing. His vocals were God’s gift to humanity.

“Um, yeah, I guess I can,” you sheepishly follow him to the stage and sit on the edge as you watch him do his thing. Being the seasoned performer her was, he didn’t need tips, he just wants you to watch. He wants an excuse to near you again.

After his set, you clap your hands for him and he does a dramatic bow.

“Great job!” You run up to him and give him a hug and a kiss to the cheek. Your heart starts to beat out of your chest as you realize what you did.

“I, uh,” you clear your throat.

“Sorry, I guess old habits die hard?” you blush wildly.

“Actually, I’d been meaning to,”

“Y/N!” you hear your manager shout, cutting Daesung off. You give him an apologetic look and he nods, understanding you have to go.

“Tell you that I’m sorry and I miss you,” he mumbles to himself aggravated. He’s been trying to find the right time to tell you for the last 5 months that he’s been living in hell without you by his side. How he misses waking up to your smile each morning, as you were almost always up before him. How he missed the way you would get so excited at the stray animals you guys would see when out on walks. How he wasn’t over the future he had planned for the two of you, marriage, a couple of kids and a pet or two.

That night, the place is buzzing with tons of artists getting ready, a few people networking and talking about projects, the anxiety was high and everyone excited.

“You feeling ok,” you hear his familiar voice call out as you see him stick his head in your dressing room. Your stomach does that little knot twisty thing as you look at him ready for his performance.

“I’m ok, just nervous,” you give him a half smile.

“Y/n/n, you’ll do fine,” he says as he walks in. No one’s called you that in months and the way it falls from his lips is nothing short of beautiful. The way he looks at you, as if you hung the sun, moon, and stars makes your head swim.

“I believe in you,” he says as he kisses the top of your head.

“I always have,” he mumbles into your hair, his tone is nostalgic, like he’s remembering how things used to be.

“Go kill it,” he says after bringing himself back to reality. He walks away and you open your mouth the tell him to stay. To stop him from leaving but nothing comes out.

Your performance goes great, you can see Daesung out of the corner of your eye dancing along as he waits to go on after you. You could swear he’s your biggest fan, even now. The only good thing that you could possibly think of that came from breaking up with him, was that no one could say you made it because of him. You did this on your own, but there were many times, including now, you wondered if it was really worth it. If you could trade caring about others’ opinions for your relationship never ending. It wasn’t an even trade.

Hitting the last move you hear the crowd go crazy! Your chest heaves up and down as you take in the moment, the fans, the lights, the dancers and the energy are all addicting. The lights go down and you all run off stage.

“That was amazing, agi” he says the words without even thinking. You freeze in his embrace as your heart swells. You pull apart slowly and look at each other. The crowd around you disappearing and the chaos fading to the background.

“Dae,” you both stare at each other, you steal a glance at his lips.

“Dae,” someone calls out again. You can’t peel your eyes off each other.

“Dasesung!” One of the stage hands shakes his shoulders.

“Dude, your up next! Come on,” he’s pulled to the stage.

“Wait,” you call out before you can stop yourself. You decide to go for broke. You run to the very edge of the part of backstage and take his face into your hands.

“This might come back to bite me but,” you hesitate for only a second before allowing your lips to find his in an intense kiss. He puts his hand to your face and caresses it.

“I hate to break up the love fest, but he’s got to go on, like now!” the young pushes him out to stage ripping him from you. You give him a glare but quickly direct your attention to Daesung.

“You got this, baby,” you whisper to yourself. He does his thing, performing like the pro he is and before you can realize what’s happening, he’s running off stage directly to you. He pushes everyone away from him like he’s clawing to get back to you.

“You did great!” You beam up at him with pride. He’s still slightly out of breath, and definitely sweaty, but he kisses you again anyway. You freeze for a moment out of shock. You gently kiss him back, not being able to help the crazy grin on your face when he pulls away

“We should talk,” he says resting his forehead on yours. You nod and both go back to his dressing room. The room is quiet, the noise form outside being muffled as the door shuts to give you privacy.

You both stand there silently; he rests against the back of the door and you stand in the middle of the room with your arms crossed hand gently rubbing your lips.

“I’ve missed you so much,” he says quietly, desperately.

“You’ve seen me,” you half way giggle.

“I haven’t held you,” he leans off the door and walks over to you, “I haven’t” he takes your hands in his and kisses the top of them, “Kissed you,” he looks down at you with eyes that are both desperate and passionate. He puts his hands on your hips and pulls you closer to him.

“I haven’t felt you in 6 months. Not the way I want to. Not the way I need to,” he whispers as his forehead finds yours. His breath is ragged and anxious.

“Dae,” you whisper, emotions welling up in your throat.

“We can figure it out, y/n. I know we can,” he wraps his arms around you.

“You told me to leave if I couldn’t trust you, and it’s not that I couldn’t, but I was insecure. I- seeing you with another girl at that point, it made me wonder.” You admit.

“I knew you cared about me,”

“I love you, y/n,” he interrupts, caressing your cheek and rubbing his thumb over it.

“If the last 6 months have taught me anything, it’s that I wasn’t listening to you and I love you.” A small tear escapes your eye and he removes it with his finger.

“Baby I’m crazy about you,” he chuckles.

“You tell me to quit this, I’m done. If it means you’ll come home.” Your noses are touching and you have your arms around his neck now.

“Oppa, no, I’m not asking you to do that,” you play with the hair that falls at the nape of his neck.

“I’m sorry I didn’t listen, I’m sorry we fought,” you press your body to his in a hug, one that feels like home and familiarity.

“I’m sorry I let my insecurity get the best of me,” you say against his shoulder.

“Can I come home,” you ask gently, even though you were pretty sure you knew the answer.

“Always,” he says with another kiss.

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january capricorn ✮ enfp-t ✮ filmmaker

i write bigbang x reader fics and post them on ao3 and my other blog @gdinthehouseee -- although any notifications/interaction will show up via @ciaradelanii

i made this blog bc i want to highlight all these fics my gorgeous mutuals/friends have been writing, any other fics i find/love, and just reblog my own fics in case people want to filter through all the sleep-deprived nonsense, thirsting over men old enough to be my dad, and complaining about uni ໒(⊙ᴗ⊙)७✎▤

[cd-fic-recs]

the way i need him right now

Play with me | Kang Dae-sung

Summary: you make Daesung jealous at a party Word count: 1.8k Warnings: NSFW minors dni. Unprotected p in v.  Jealousy kink. Author’s Note: I got nothing, enjoy! 

Daesung had been watching you all night, laughing with your friends. The way your arm had lingered on Jiyong’s shoulder just a little too long. The way he’d smiled at you as if you were the only people in the world. His jaw tensed as you pointed out a piece of fluff on his face. His friends bashful smile as he wiped it off. 

He didn’t know how much longer he could handle this. He knew in his rational brain he had nothing to worry about with Jiyong, he was his hyung and a good friend who would never. But why were you laughing so much with him? It was driving him insane. 

Throwing down his napkin he stood up, deciding he’d had enough. Your laughter was abruptly cut off when you spotted your boyfriend walk over. His hand resting protectively on your shoulder as he shot daggers at Jiyong. Jiyong raised a brow at his friend before taking a sip for him wine.

“Alright there, bud?” 

“Yeah, I’m great.” Daesung was far from great. His jaw ticked and you could feel how rigid he was. 

“Why don’t we go?” You craned your neck to get a look at your boyfriend and surprised your giggle at his glare. 

“Yeah, sure.” His grip on your shoulder loosened and he stepped back, allowing you to stand. 

“Bye Jiyong.” You recognized what was happening and a playful glint filled your eyes as you leaned down to hug Jiyong goodbye. “Had a lot of fun with you tonight.” You planted an innocent kiss on his cheek, offered him a wink and turned to Daesung. 

“Yeah, let’s do it again sometime.” Jiyong teased back. 

Daesung had had enough. He nodded at his friend, grabbed your hand and led you out of the building. He didn’t speak a word the whole ride home, his hand possessively laid on your leg as he drove. You glanced at him, biting your cheek to keep from laughing at the look on his face. 

“You know, Jiyong said something interesting tonight, wanna hear it?” 

You knew it was wrong to bait your friend and his brother this way, but you liked it when Daesung was a bit riled up. His grip on the steering wheel tightened and he tried his best to keep a cool expression as he shook his head. You let out a sigh, leaning your head back against the seat.  

The rest of the ride was silent, Daesung's hand flexing on the steering wheel every couple of seconds as his hand moved up your thigh. You smirked as he slid his hand under your dress, his fingers dancing along the thin material of your panties. 

You parted your legs ever so slightly and glanced over at Daesung. His eyes stayed glued to the road as he pushed your panties to the side, his finger running along your slick foaled. He moved another finger inside, pumping them in and out slowly before stopping altogether as he pulled into the drive. He brought his fingers up to his lips, licking the taste of you off him and your mouth fell open in shock.

He smirked at you as he got out of the car. You wanted to play with him, he was going to play with you right back. He moved around to your side, letting you out of the car, his arm around your shoulder as he led you inside.  Once you were inside, Daesung leaned in, giving you a quick kiss before letting you go and moving to undo his tie. 

“You ok, baby?” 

“Why did you do that, at dinner?” You cocked your head to the side as you sat your purse down. 

“Do what?” 

Daesung was into your little game now, and wasn’t going to be the loser anymore. He closed the small distance between you two, hands on your waste as he placed a trail of open mouthed kisses on your neck. 

“You know what.” He whispered in your ear before pulling away from you.  

He was going to give you a complex, teasing you like this but it would be worth it in the end. Daesung jealous and a little possessive had always been extremely hot to you. 

“You’re not jealous that I was laughing with someone that wasn’t you, are you?” 

“No, of course not.” Dausung rolled his eyes and you smirked. 

“Good. Because you know he's not as funny as you.” You ran your hand up his chest, sliding them under his jacket before moving it off his arms. “Or as handsome.” 

He had to do something quick or he’d fold first, so he shrugged out your arms, removing his tie completely and putting a little bit more distance in between you. You pouted as you kicked your heels off. 

“Dae, please.” He looked back over at you with an raised brow. 

“Please what?” 

“Come here.” 

“Fine, but only because you need a reminder that you’re mine.” 

His lips were in yours in an instant, kissing you hungrily. Your hands made quick work of the buttons in his shirt before you were pulling them down his arms. His hands ran down your body, to your legs and he lifted you up and into the kitchen counter. Reaching behind you, he unzipped your dress and pulled it over your head. 

You moved slightly to remove your panties and Daesung’s fingers  found their way back to where they’d been in the car. He pumped in and out of you quickly, his thumb massaging your clit. His free hand moved to your breast as he toyed with your nipple. Your hands moved to undo his pants, your fingers brushing against his erection as you unzipped his fly. You cupped him through his boxers and he let out a groan as he broke the kiss, trailing a line of kisses down your throat and towards your breasts. 

His fingers curled inside of you and you let out a breathy moan, your hips rocking against his hand. He took your free breast into his mouth, sucking on your nipple before continuing to tour your body with his lips. You pushed down his boxers, freeing his cock and nearly moaned at the sight of how hard he was as you began pumping him slowly, your other hand cradling his balls, applying pressure. 

“Fuck.” He moaned as his lips found yours again. 

His fingers moved in and out of you quickly, you could feel yourself getting closer. You matched his movements, your head falling back as his fingers curled inside of you again. 

“Please baby.” You moaned. 

“Please what?” He smirked as he removed his fingers.

“I need you.”

He moved your hands from his cock and lifted you from the counter in one swift movement, carrying you over to the living room. 

“Get on your hands and knees.” 

You obeyed and positioned yourself comfortably on the living room carpet. Daesung removed his pants and boxers fully before kneeling behind you. His hands ran down your back and towards your core again, running along your slit once more before he positioned himself at your entrance. He entered you slowly, your walls clamping down on him tightly and you both moaned as he bottomed out. His hands moved to your hips steadying you both as your back arched into his stomach. 

“Fuck you feel so good.” 

He pulled himself out fully before slamming into you roughly and your eyes closed at the feel of him. He moved on hand up your body, latching onto your hair as he pulled your head back. Your faces inches apart as he began thrusting in and out of you quickly. His lips on your neck, his tongue swirling around on your skin before he bit down, leaving a mark to remind everyone that you were his. 

He moved his other hand off your hip, grabbing your arm and guided your hand down to your core. As he thrust in you again, he places his hand over yours and you began to rub your clit in pace with him. The stimulation was all too much for you and you could feel yourself getting closer. 

“I’m so close, baby.” You moaned. 

He moved faster inside of you, feeling his own release getting closer. He dropped your hand as he felt you tighten fully around him and you let out a moan, body going stiff as you orgasmed. His cock twitched inside of you as you came around him and he followed close behind you, releasing inside of you. You stayed that way for a minute longer, catching your breath before he pulled out of you and released you from his hold. 

“Remind me to make you jealous like that again sometime.” You teased as you turned to face him. 

“We don’t need theatrics. If this is all you wanted, I’ll gladly remind you anytime you want it.” He leaned against the couch, pulling you to straddle his lap. 

You smirked as you moved against him, feeling him get hard again and leaned in to kiss him slowly. 

“Maybe it’s my turn to show you.” 

Daesung wasn’t going to complain if you wanted a round two or three and as if in instinct his hands found their way to your hips. You pumped his cock once for good measure before positioning him beneath you, lowering yourself on him slowly. 

Your hips rocked back and forth as you rode him tauntingly slow and he let out a moan. You were still sensitive from your previous orgasm and knew it wouldn’t take long for either of you to come. His head rested against yours as his hips bucked into you. The slower pace was nice, a bit more intimate than what you had just done and you leaned in, kissing him slowly. 

His fingers dug into your hips as he helped guide you, moving you faster. Your tongues massaged each other, matching the pace of your slowed down movements. You swallowed each other's moans and as your stomach tightened, your orgasm getting closer you sped up your movements. You let out a loud moan as your orgasm over took you, Daesung following right behind you.  Your eyes stayed locked on his as you raised up, releasing him from your hold on him. 

“Come on, let’s get up to bed. We have a long night ahead of us.” Daesung stood up, helping you off the ground. 

A mischievous glint filled his eyes before he hoisted you up and carried you as he practically ran over to the bedroom. He needed to show you all night long just how much he wanted and there was no time to waste. You weren’t going to complain either as you two wound around each other in the sheets. No sleep would be happening that night.

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[starlightmoon96]

Yandere TFP Ratchet x female human reader(Gundam model builder nerd) pt.2

(obsession, confession, drugged up, kidnapping)

(special shout out too yandere--stuck for a little inspiration)

Because of your jerk landlord increasing your rent you had no choice but to get a second job since your figure building and match making business that she had set up for the children's high school it wasn't giving you enough to pay the bills, it also meant your schedule would change. Luckily there was working from home jobs and your mom worked from home with her business and you had asked her for a job at her company, it took you a week to hear by saying that you had gotten the job it also meant you could only hang around the autobot base on weekends only.

There was a little upset with the children that they couldn't see you that much when you got your new job, though the most upset was Ratchet even though he didn't show it. Ratchet had gotten used to your company and enjoyed talking with you, now that he wouldn't see you as much as before almost bothered him.

Though it was your first week of absents for those five days was when Ratchet realized something about himself that he hadn't noticed, upon you return on Saturday with the children was the moment he had developed feelings for you. He knew it was wrong loving a human and didn't want to believe it himself, instead of saying anything he kept thee emotions he had for you to himself acting like his usual self. But inside he was in pain, a type of pain he had never felt before in his long life him in denial did make things...different. Optimus had noticed how Ratchet would talk with you whenever you where working on another gundam model or painting another 3-D gundam model for a special order, you even surprised Ratchet when you had shown him the special model of him that you had custom made for a gundam kit. Yes Ratchet was shocked by that as was the children seeing the model kit, you had connections and used them in making a one of a kind kit in seeing how it would turn out. Even the instruction where that of Japanese kits with them written in Japanese, you didn't realize that showing Ratchet that kit you made of him sparked something that shouldn't have been lite.

"Thanks for driving me home Ratchet, I'm surprised you offered." You said that after you got out of Ratchet's vehicle mode, holding your bag of supplies you had brought to the base.

"It's the least I can do for you (Y/N)." Was Ratchet's response to you, what he really wanted was to see where you lived. You had lived in some of the small apartments that Jasper had, they weren't really great but they weren't bad either especially if your a student. You said your goodbyes to Ratchet before you headed back to your apartment, sadly for you as soon as you got inside your apartment you had your school work to complete that. You didn't much sleep since you had a few assignments that where due along with paying your rent that was due the next morning, for your Sunday you had decided to sleep in for a bit till like around 11am because of the hard work load you had to do until three in the morning.

After paying your rent you had went to the autobot base by car, you did have a car but it was old and in your budget. Arriving at the base you where greeted by Ratchet whom right away you noticed that his eyes where green instead of blue

"Ratchet? What happened to you eyes?"

"Something great happened (Y/N) I finally completed the synthetic energon formula, I tested it on myself." Him saying that you imminently said

"You used yourself as a test subject?" To your shock Ratchet picked you up with his hand as he smiled at you

"And I'm happy I took that risk. I've never felt better." After he said that had put you down on one of tiers of the stairs

"Just be careful with that stuff Ratchet, please."

Not long after you showed up you noticed Ratchet was acting....different, he was a little more..well...ah....lets just say he gained more personality thanks to the Synth-En. He reminded you of an over confident college football jock, you hated those types of personalities you where attracted to well educated and conservative. If Ratchet or Optimus where human they was your type but since both of them where an alien robots and you where fine with just having that friendship, yes many guys had asked you out when you where in high school. But none of where what you where looking for in a guy, honestly the real real why you moved to Jasper was in hopes in finding a boyfriend that was your type and you didn't have much luck. Yes you did have some elementary and middle boyfriends, you had ended those relationships when they had became immature for your liking. And you did care about appearances a little, a lot of gundam builders where your typical basement nerds and being a girl in that community it was a little uncomfortable since a lot of them hadn't spoke to a real women before.

With Ratchet's new personalty it concerned you a little bit with his sudden change of character, you where worried that the Synth-En was a type of drug for there kind and taking large doses caused side effects. You wanted to talk to Ratchet your theory but you had a gut feeling that he wouldn't listen to you, so you talked to Optimus instead about your concern and your thoughts about the Synth-En. Optimus listened to you as you spoke to him, seeing the concerned look you where giving him it gave him the excuse in talking to Ratchet about the synthetic energon.

You thought that maybe Optimus could talk some sense into Ratchet, however you didn't know how wrong you where. The only thing you where right about was the Synth-En effecting Ratchet's mind, the repressed feelings that he had for had grown dark...to the point of obsession. It had grown worse when Optimus spoke to him and telling your concern for him, he felt hurt that you had spoke to optimus first and not him. Ratchet acted like it was no big deal and said that he would take it easy with the Synth-En, it was when Ratchet parted ways with Optimus that he had slammed his fist on the wall right next to him out of anger. Ratchet's eyes flashed red for a few seconds because of the emotional state he was in, the second his optics turned green once more was when he came up with a idea that he couldn't help but grin thinking of it.

The next day you decided to pay a little visit, your internet was out and you couldn't do your online work or school work. Of course you informed your boss about the no internet connect and they understood, arriving at the base you noticed how quiet the base was that made you a little confused

"Hello? Anyone here?" Not hearing anything in the base was a red flag for you, there's usually someone in the base and hearing how quiet it was almost concerned you. Being curious you decided to do a little investigating, after a few minutes you found the bots on benches, they looked like they where sleeping but something felt off to you. Even Optimus Prime was in the state of unconscious when you walked up close unaware that Ratchet was stand in front of the doorway.

"Hello (Y/N)." Hearing Ratchet's voice startled you as you turned and saw Ratchet, even looking at him it felt different to you that made you worry and keeping your distance from the bot

"Ratchet?...What did you do to them?"

"I'm happy you came by saves me the trouble." Ratchet said that so casually that it almost sent chills down your spine, it was also clear as day that he was still on the Synth-En. Before Ratchet reached you, your instincts kicked in and you ran under his feet and bolted as far as you could. You could hear heavy footsteps chasing after you and you didn't want to look back, the base was almost like a maze to you because of it's size. You luck had gotten worse when you lost your way, you planned on escaping with your car instead of entered the main area you had hit a dead end.

You screamed in shocked as he scooped you in his hand in a fast movement

"Easy (Y/N), I won't hurt you."

"Why are you doing this?" Was what you questioned in a panic unsure of what was happened and why Ratchet was acting out the way he was, then he gave you his answer

"I did it out of love." Him saying that confused you and it showed on your face

" What? Love?" Where the only two words that came out of your mouth, you didn't think Ratchet would use the word love and you where confused by why it had something to do with you

"I've been repressing my feels, at first I was denying them refusing to accept. But as of recently I finally came to terms with me emotions for you." You where more shocked than confused hearing that Ratchet confessed that was in love with you, then it hit it.

"The Synth-En? It is effecting your head like I thought." You inhaled sharpy as he lifts your chin with his finger for you to look directly at him, you tried to push away from him but saw that it wasn't effective

"Your not going to speak of what I've done are?" At first you didn't answer him but when his free hand turned into his surgical blade pointed the tip right at you it terrified you as he repeated

"Are you?" Imminently you nod your head no to him

"No...I won't say anything." Ratchet's face calmed down when you said those worse and his surgical blade retracted back to his normal hand as he started walking

"Happy to hear that (Y/N)." You where too scared to almost as but you managed to find your words

"Um...Ratchet? Can I ask you when you started having feelings for me?" Hearing you said that Ratchet smiled as he answered you

"I suppose you deserve to know. I guess it happened, it had stared when you wanted me to show you cybertronian blueprints. You actually listen and moved me." Your blood went cold hearing that your love for gundam models and there designs was what got you into the mess you where in now, you didn't know what was going to happen to you. He even told you that he didn't care that you where an organic, where terrified you even more in what was going to next. With Ratchet's new unstable state you didn't know what to expect

[petersasteria]

boys, boys, boys (1) - all

Pairing: kwon jiyong x reader, choi seunghyun x reader, kang daesung x reader Summary: you're an actress in a musical

Daesung: SIX; Jane Seymour

When Daesung found out that you were cast as Jane Seymour on SIX the Musical, he was very ecstatic for you. Though, he didn't know what it was about.

"I'm very happy for you! You've been practicing your audition for ages and now you got the part!! That's so amazing!" Daesung clapped. "So, what's it about?"

"What do you mean?" You asked.

"Like, what's the musical about?" He asked.

"Oh, well it's about King Henry VIII's six wives."

"SIX WIVES?!" He shrieked. "Damn. And your role is...?"

"My role is wife no.3, Jane Seymour." You said proudly. "I'm very excited because there's not much research about her other than the fact she died of childbirth."

"Ooh, that's interesting. I know you'll nail it!" He smiled, giving you a tight hug.

When opening night came, Daesung sat on the best seat in the theater: third row, center. He even brought the guys with him who were just as excited.

"Dae, why'd you pick third row, again?" Jiyong asked as they made their way to their seats.

"Because sitting in the first row will give us neck pain from looking up and it's the best view because you can see everything." Daesung explained as they all sat down. A few minutes later, the show started and the guys were immensely surprised to see your performance. They knew that you were a musical actress, but they've never seen your work before.

From the corner of Seunghyun's eye, he caught Daesung mouthing the lyrics and dancing some of your steps; the steps he helped you polish, seeing as he was there during rehearsals.

Seunghyun leaned on his side and whispered, "You even know their steps?"

Daesung nodded, "I'm their biggest fan. I was at all their rehearsals."

When it was time for your solo, Daesung was excited. You had been gatekeeping your solo for a while now. Yes, he was present at rehearsals, but you'd kick him out whenever it's your turn to sing. You'd always send him out to buy food or something you don't even need just to keep it a surprise.

The piano's intro played and the boys' attention were quickly shifted to you as the spotlight stayed on you for your solo.

"~You've got a good heart, but I know it changes. A restless tide, untameable.~" You sang, feeling the song. During all those times Daesung was out, you were able to focus and really imagined yourself in Jane Seymour's shoes. You knew Daesung loved you to pieces, but you had to imagine your love for him being unrequited and only transactional. It was hard because he's such a sweetheart, but you had to. In the end, it was all worth it and you perfected your performance.

"Oh my god, I didn't know she could sing THAT good." Jiyong said quietly, his jaw dropping as you hit each note. "Daesung, why did you have to gatekeep her voice?! We could've collaborated."

"I'm gonna cry." Seunghyun said as tears clouded his vision. "It's beautiful. She did a great job.... and don't tell anyone I cried."

"That's so going on the internet." Youngbae chuckled as he shed a few tears, himself.

Daesung sat quietly as he smiled proudly. He was crying too. You sounded so angelic and for some reason, it sounded so holy; like some higher power is there with you.

"~Soon I'll have to go. I'll never see him grow, but I hope my son will know he'll never be alone. 'Cause like a river runs dry and leaves its scars behind, I'll be by your side 'cause my loooo~" You sang, holding the note.

"You better hold that note, girl." Jiyong said, sitting at the edge of his seat.

"She will. She's like Daesung. They both hold their notes well." Seunghyun said, nudging Daesung with a small smile.

"~ooove is set in stone.~" You smiled sadly, before belting, "~Yeaaahh~"

Youngbae's eyes widened as his jaw dropped, "She's been hiding those insane vocals from us after all this time??"

Daesung was already clapping quietly to himself, but he stopped when he heard your whistle notes. "Oh, I'm so mad she kept this from me, but I forgive her because she's so amazing." He watched in shock.

"Okay, that whistle note got me." Jiyong sniffed. "Only she can make us grown men cry because of a performance."

"Facts." Seunghyun croaked out. "The lyrics are also very heartbreaking if you listen to it. I guess that's why I'm crying hard. Unrequited love at its finest."

"Always so angsty, hyung." Youngbae joked.

When the show ended, the guys immediately looked for your backstage. Daesung was the first to pull you in a bone-crushing hug.

"You did great, my love! I'm so proud of you. I love you so much." He pulled away to look at you and he grinned. He kissed your forehead and said, "The guys wanted to say their praises too."

"Move away, Daesung." Jiyong said sassily. "Gotta give this girl her much needed praise after serving us vocals from heaven."

The guys gave you a hug and all of you chatted for a bit before they left to let you change out of your costume. When you left the dressing room, you saw Daesung leaning against the wall with a bouquet of flowers.

"You may have played someone whose love is unrequited, but I'm here to let you know that your love for me will always be returned." He smiled and handed you the bouquet.

"Aww, thank you, Dae." You smiled as you smelled the flowers.

"With that being said," He took a deep breath and got down on one knee. You gasped as he got out a small velvet box from his pocket.

"Oh my god, yes." You breathed.

He laughed and joked, "I'm just tying my shoelaces."

"No, you're not." You said giddily. "I'm saying yes."

"At least let me ask." He chuckled, grabbing your left hand.

"Okay, okay." You smiled excitedly.

"I was going to do this, like, way into the future, but I bought this ring a year ago with Youngbae. Tonight has been full of surprises, so I figured tonight would be the right time to propose. I want to be with you forever, Y/N. You're the love of my life and I wouldn't want it any other way. Y/N, my constant, will you marry me?"

"Yes." You cried as he slipped the ring on your ring finger. He stood up and both of you shared a loving kiss, not aware that the boys were watching the whole time.

"He's all grown up." Seunghyun cried as he took pictures.

"Stop or I'll cry too." Jiyong said with a giddy smile.

"I hope I'll be the best man." Youngbae said, earning a glare from Jiyong and Seunghyun.

"No, it's me! I'm the leader of the group."

"So? ToDae is a very prominent ship, y'know. The best man'll be me."

Jiyong: Hamilton; Angelica Schuyler

Jiyong knew you had an interest in rap, so it surprised him that you got cast in a musical.

"Babe, it's not just a musical. It's hip-hop and rap. Lin's a genius." You said through the phone. Jiyong was on tour and you were going to be on tour with the Hamilton cast too.

"Alright, alright." Jiyong chuckled. "I'll see you on one of the tour dates, okay?"

That day came quickly and you were very excited to see Jiyong. He was very excited to see you perform. This was your first role after taking a much needed break. During your break, you and Jiyong got married and lived a quiet life for a while until both of you decided it was time for a come back.

Jiyong was extremely happy for you and he couldn't wait to watch the show. He dressed in a simple, semi-formal outfit; not wanting to draw attention to himself because tonight was your night, not his.

When the show started, you saw him in the front row, nodding his head along to the songs and he made facial expressions that showed his interest in the beat which made you almost break character.

When the intro for 'Satisfied' began, you were incredibly nervous. You nailed it every time during rehearsals, but tonight was different. Your husband was watching a.k.a the main rapper. You wanted to impress him so bad, but you knew he'd love you no matter what.

When you started the song, Jiyong was particularly interested in the choreography during the 'rewind' part because the dancers also rewound their steps. He watched intently to understand. When you started rapping faster, he wanted to stand and dance along to the beat, but he knew it wasn't allowed. Instead, he tapped his foot to the beat.

"~I'm a girl in a world in which my only job is to marry rich. My father has no son, so I'm the one who has to social climb for one.~" You rapped.

"That's fucking sad." Jiyong whispered to himself. "But she served."

When 'Non-Stop' started, Jiyong was already invested. He made a mental note to listen to the album during his free time.

"~Hey, what are you waiting for? What do you stall for?~" "~What?~" "~We won the war, what was it all for?"

"Hamilton's right, Burr. C'mon!" Jiyong nodded to himself. He smiled when he saw you on stage again for your part.

"~I am sailing off to London, I'm accompanied by someone who always pays. I have found a wealthy husband who will keep me in comfort for all my days. He is not a lot of fun, but there's no one who can match you for turn of phrase. My Alexander, don't forget to write.~" You sang beautifully.

Jiyong was smiling from ear to ear. When the climax of the song was nearing, he was seated and actively paying attention.

When everyone's favorite part came, Jiyong's ears were blessed. The harmony scratched an itch and it felt absolutely right.

"~Look around, isn't this enough?~"

"~He will never be satisfied. He will never be satisfied, satisfied, satisfied.~" You sang, proud of yourself for hitting the high notes. You took a quick glance at Jiyong and you see him smiling widely, making you smile too.

When the first act ended, Jiyong was the first to give a standing ovation, followed by the rest of the audience. When the curtains closed for the 15-minute break, Jiyong made his way backstage. A power that he has that he liked to use to his advantage.

"You were amazing, baby." He said as he hugged you from behind. He kissed your shoulder and you grinned.

"You enjoying so far?" You turned to face him and he nodded. "You should really go back to your seat. I have to get ready for act two."

"I know, I know. Just wanted to drop by and give you a good luck kiss." He said shyly. You playfully rolled your eyes and gave him a big kiss.

"Good luck, baby!" He smiled excitedly before running back to his seat.

Seunghyun: Wicked; G(a)linda

It's no secret that you had an amazing talent for singing and acting. In fact, you and Seunghyun met while filming a movie both of you starred in. You were a child actress, beginning your career in theater before cementing yourself as a promising actress for movies and tv shows. You also began your career as a soloist, earning multiple platinum awards, even earning a Grammy win.

When news of Wicked coming to Korea spread, you immediately told your manager to book an audition for you as Glinda. Seunghyun knew you could sing, but he never heard you sing in a musical. He didn't know your vocal range was high, so he was in for a surprise when he was sitting down in the theater as you sang in opera.

"~Let us be glad, let us be grateful, let us rejoicify that goodness could subdue the wicked workings of you-know-who. Isn't it nice to know? That good could conquer evil? The truth we all believe'll by and by outlive a lie for you and- ~" You sang with your Glinda smile.

"So angelic." Seunghyun complimented, the boys nodded in agreement.

When the climax of the song came, the guys were in awe; jaws dropped.

"~Goodness knows, oh ooh. She died alone.~" You sang.

"Is she doing opera?!" Daesung asked with wide eyes.

"Damn, hyung. You swear you didn't know??" Jiyong asked, nudging the older gentleman.

"Nope." He shook his head in shock.

"~No one mourns the wicked. Wicked. Wicked!~" You sang with the ensemble, giving a special treat to the audience by singing the last note higher than intended, which gave Seunghyun goosebumps.

When the first song ended, everyone clapped.

"And that's just the first song." Seunghyun said.

"That's JUST the first song?!" Youngbae said. "Imagine how she'll sound in the next songs."

"That's insane." Jiyong said. "She should insure her vocal chords for like, a bajillion dollars."

"Facts." Daesung said. "Take care of her, hyung. I'm now a diehard fan."

"Hey, I'M her diehard fan first. You can be second." Seunghyun chuckled. "And yes, I'll take care of her. Don't worry."

-

a/n: i think i got carried away with daesung lmao anyway, y'all can pull thru w reqs! <3

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[welcometoyunosworld]

𝐘𝐮-𝐧𝐨'𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 !

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: 𝘏𝘦𝘺 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦! 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘴/𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺'𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺'𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵!

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬: 𝘙𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘱 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘮𝘦

𝙔𝙀𝙎 𝙄'𝙢 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙨, 𝙄'𝙢 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙤 𝙗𝙪𝙨𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠 𝙨𝙤 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚, 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝘽𝙖𝙚𝙨, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙞 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙨.❤️‍🩹

𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐒𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠-𝐇𝐲𝐮𝐧

T.O.P.

• Missing you, Pick up Aein

• Look at me!

• What a damn tease.

• Ghost

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

• Heart beats for you

• You & Me • HEADCANONS

Kwon Ji-yong

G-Dragon

• Sleepy

• Lovely, See?

• It's fine to ask for help, right?

• A connection

• Stupid Trend, or not?

• You hate me? 𝗡𝗼, 𝗶 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂.

• Blink of an eye

• Something about you

• Your Gaze

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

• Heart beats for you

• You & Me • HEADCANONS

D-Lite

Kang Dae-sung

• The Kang Twins

• But you like it though?

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

• Heart beats for you

• You & Me • HEADCANONS

Dong Young-bae

𝚃𝚊𝚎-𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 / 𝚂𝚘𝚕

• Me and My Brother

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

• You & Me • HEADCANONS

∘₊✧────∘₊✧──────✧₊∘──✧₊∘

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 [𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧]; 𝘐 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘛𝘢𝘦-𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳/𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘦, 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘛𝘢𝘦-𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 :)

𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚌𝚑𝚞!:𝟹

[gdinthehouseee]

Look At Me: KANG DAESUNG x READER

summary: you decide to visit your boyfriend while he's shooting a music video, and you notice the actresses getting a little too bold.

word count: 2326

tags: SMUT; jealousy, possessiveness, dom!reader and sub!daesung, oral (m receiving), cock worship, praise, p in v sex, fluff at the end

ao3 link special thanks to @infinetlyforgotten @loveesiren and @berfgrimm for providing me with the inspo i needed to get through this <33

You had planned to surprise Daesung today, wanting to watch him film his latest music video. You had imagined yourself sitting back, enjoying the sight of your man working hard, maybe even sneaking a few playful winks at you between takes.

But that wasn’t what happened.

Instead, you sat stiffly in the background, watching as the actresses on set got way too comfortable with him. It started with small touches—subtle, but intentional. A brush of fingers over his arm. A playful nudge that lingered too long. Giggling at things that weren’t remotely funny. Then, it escalated. One of them ran her manicured fingers over his chest under the pretense of adjusting his jacket. Another playfully smacked his shoulder but let her palm linger.

The worst part? Daesung barely noticed. He just smiled, nodding along, laughing in that warm, infectious way of his. He was being his usual friendly, kind-hearted self, and they knew it. They knew he wasn’t the type to pull away rudely. They knew exactly what they were doing—pushing boundaries, waiting to see if they could get a reaction. And oh, they were getting one.

Just not from him.

You stayed quiet, your lips curving into a deceptively neutral smile. But inside? You were fuming. The only thing stopping you from marching over and putting an end to their shameless flirting was the knowledge that Daesung was genuinely clueless about the attention he was receiving. That didn’t mean you weren’t going to do something about it. No, you would.

Just not here.

It wasn’t until you had stepped into the bedroom, later that night, when everything cracked. He was sat on the edge of the bed, tugging his t-shirt off and throwing it across the room. Tomorrow’s problem, no doubt. You crossed the room in easy, confident strides and he looked up, his usual soft smile adorning his lips as he went to speak. He didn’t get a word out before you rested your hands on his face and captured said lips in a greedy kiss.

He kissed back enthusiastically, like he always did, before you broke it to drop your forehead against his.

“Those actresses got a little bold today, don’t you think?” 

His heart stuttered in his chest, finally getting the answer to your oddly distant demeanour from the shoot and your sudden affection. He knew exactly what this was, and he felt himself getting harder by the second.

“I barely even noticed,” he whispered, staring up at you while your hands lazily dragged down to his bare chest.

“They thought they could test the limits,” you continued. “But they forgot something.”

“What’s that?” 

“That I’m the only one who gets to see you like this.”

Stood between his legs, you pushed him just firm enough that he fell back against the bed, and you took this opportunity to unfasten his belt, slide his jeans down his legs, and palm him through his boxers. You felt his cock twitch before his hips bucked, wanting—needing—more friction. Heat pooled between your legs at the sight. 

“Jagi…” he mumbled, unable to hide his panting. 

“Hm? What's wrong, love?” You tilted your head innocently, as if you weren't just about to press down a little more while your other hand rubbed the inside of his thigh. 

He instinctively opened his legs a little wider, squirming under your touch. “Need more—” 

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah—” 

“Ask nicely.” You demanded, slightly speeding your hand up on his dick while his hips bucked up once more. 

“Ah, please,” he said. “I need more, jagi.”

Before you could say anything else, he reached down in hopes of moving your hands—but you were quicker. You kept your hand on his dick while your other hand moved from his thigh to catch his wrist; you barely caught the little whimper that escaped his lips. 

“I didn’t tell you to touch, did I?”

“N-no…”

“Keep your hands to yourself, sweetheart.” You began, as you finally pulled down his boxers, his erection painfully springing free. “If you can be good for me… I’ll reward you.” 

Daesung didn’t say anything more—he didn’t need to when he started to kick his legs a little to shove the rest of his clothes off, and you couldn’t help but chuckle a little at his desperation. Then, he moved back so he could prop himself up against the headboard while you climbed onto the bed and straddled his thigh. His hands dug into the sheets as your hand finally wrapped around his cock.

You started pumping it at an agonisingly slow pace. His dick throbbed under your delicate touch, and he wanted to be good for you—he really did—but he couldn’t stop himself from jerking up a little, still so desperate for more. You leaned forward to trail kisses down his neck, nipping at his burning skin, and sucking so hard to ensure there would be marks. 

“Jagi—” he gasped, eyes fluttering shut.

“Patience, sweetheart.” You whispered, taking in the way it sent a shiver down his spine. 

Enjoying the teasing a little too much, you trailed kisses and bites further down his body until you had to sit up again so you could reposition. You shifted so that you laid in between his thighs. Enjoying the sight of him practically squirming under your touch, you continued to scatter more kisses and bites on the inside of his thighs before licking a stripe from the base all the way to the tip. 

Immediately, his eyes shot open to get a good look of you savouring the way his sweet pre-cum tasted. He opened his mouth to speak, cutting himself off with a groan as his half-lidded eyes stared into your own as you took his length in your mouth. 

You bobbed your head on it, going as far as you could on his cock and ignoring the tears pricking at your eyes as he hit the back of your throat with another buck of his hips. His shy whimpers quickly became stuttered moans. Music to your ears. You teased him with a muffled moan that practically vibrated around his length, which sent another shiver down his back.

“Fuck, o-oh jagi…” he whined. 

Your hand momentarily returned to pumping him as you let yourself breathe for a moment. “I love this cock so much, always making me feel so good.” You whisper, before quickly licking the underside of it. 

He threw his head back at the sensation, unable—or, unwanting—to stop his breathy moans. 

“Isn't that right, baby?” 

“Mhmm.” 

“And this…” you squeezed it a little for emphasis. “This is all mine, isn't it?” 

“M-mhmm.” He mumbled again. 

You moved to continue sucking Daesung off, your own arousal soaking your panties when he let out another whine and snapping his hips up yet again. Desperate. So desperate for something; anything. So desperate for more. Such a needy little thing. 

“Sweetheart.” You sat back up again. His eyes shot open and he looked down to meet your seductive gaze. “What did I say? Be good and I'll reward you.”

“I— fuck.” He stuttered out as you stood to discard of your bra and panties. Then, you slowly crawled over to straddle him with ease. His dick strained painfully against your entrance. You didn't miss the way how his fingers curled further into the sheets, holding on for dear life. 

“Use your words.” You ordered, one hand landing on his neck as a warning, while the other trailed down his toned chest.

He nearly came from your possessiveness alone. “Please,” he whimpered. “I need more. Please, jagi.”

“What do you need?” 

“Please—”

Your hand tightened around his throat, just enough for him to let out another stuttered breath. Another warning. “Be a good boy and tell me.”

“I-I need to fuck you,” he began. “I wanna make you feel good.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” 

“You wanna be my good boy?” You whispered. 

He let out another whine, so you leaned forward to press a hungry kiss to his lips—he eagerly kissed back—and to line your entrance up with his strained cock. Your nails dug into his chest and neck.

“Be still for me, baby. No cumming until I say so.” 

With him melting under your touch, and using the previous mix of slick and spit as lube, you finally sunk down onto his length. Both of you let out a moan at the feeling. This wasn't the first time, and certainly not the last, but you couldn't help the way your walls clenched around him. You could practically taste the dominance slipping away as he took the opportunity to buck his hips and fuck you from underneath. His now sweaty hands gripped your plush thighs like his only lifeline. 

“Just like that, baby.” Your breathy praise only egged him on further, his thrusts growing sloppier; desperate. 

“Does this feel good, jagi?” Daesung tried to at least pretend to have some sort of authority. His whines said otherwise. 

Instead of answering, you moved your hands to cup his face and capture his swollen lips in yet another desperate kiss. Your tongue swiped out at his bottom lip, using his sudden gasp as a way into his mouth, and the two of you continued to ‘silently’ argue over who really had the power here. It definitely wasn’t him. Not with the way he shivered under your wandering hands, not with the way he whimpered every time he buried his dick deep inside you, and especially not with the way he melts under you. Both during sex and during any sort of affection. 

“Fuck, o-oh jagiya.” He whined again. He was fully squirming under you now, slamming into you with frantic thrusts. Telltale signs he was close. Not that you were in a better state, but you couldn’t not finish what you started. 

“You’re all mine, hmm?” It was more of a statement than a question. “Isn’t that right, Daesung baby?” 

“Ah, mhmm.” He mumbled, barely keeping his eyes open. 

“Use your words. Let me hear you say it.” You dug your nails into his shoulders. 

“I’m all yours—oh, f-fuck…” 

“That’s it, sweetheart. All mine.” 

You grinded your hips against Daesung’s, his hands moving from your thighs to your waist as he leaves a trail of hot kisses down your neck before he sighs again.

“Please,” he says before hiding his face against your collarbone, his warm breath fanning over your even warmer skin. “Please, jagi, I’m so close.” 

“Then come for me. Be a good boy.”

With that, he fucked you with a few more desperate thrusts. Tears of pleasure formed in your eyes as he hit your sweet spot, your moans only encouraged him further. He loved being the only man who could make you like this. Your walls clenched around him one last time before you finally felt him release inside you with a final strained groan, your own juices leaking out around his dick; your own whimper escaping your lips.

Coming down from the euphoria, the two of you stayed there for a moment, the only movement were your chests heaving as you both tried to catch your breath and steady your heartbeats. You had to tear your eyes away from his parted, kiss-swollen lips before you got any more ideas. Instead, you smooth his hair back from his forehead, smiling down at him with that confident glint he knows too well.

“Damn,” he breathes, voice wrecked. “You really didn’t like the way they were looking at me, huh?”

You raise a brow, brushing your fingers down his chest with a slow, teasing drag.

“I didn’t mind the looking,” you say smoothly. “They can look all they want. I just wanted to remind you whose hands you come home to.”

You pause for a moment before climbing off him, his cock slipping out of you, earning a sharp exhale from him. It wasn’t like the state you were in was any better. With your shaky legs, you stood up and momentarily retreated into the bathroom for a washcloth and towel so you could at least have some wholesome affection tonight.

As you clean him up—almost like an apology for your possessiveness—with a softer expression now, you tried not to think about how he hadn’t taken his eyes off you once. He decided to take your free hand and press a kiss to each of your knuckles. 

“You didn’t have to remind me,” he says, eyes locked with yours. “But... I’m not gonna lie. I loved that you did.”

You smirk, leaning down to kiss the edge of his jaw. “What’d you expect me to do? Sit still and look pretty?”

He groans and throws an arm over his eyes, a lazy smile tugging at his lips. “You are pretty. But damn—I didn’t stand a chance.”

You kiss your way down his throat, then pull back just enough to wipe the sweat from his body with the towel beside the bed. He shivers at your touch, the afterglow still clinging to him like a second skin.

“I like seeing them watch you,” you admit. “Because they don’t know what happens when we’re alone.”

He peeks at you from under his arm. “What happens when we’re alone?”

You grin slowly, settling beside him and pulling the blanket over both your bodies.

“I take you home, ruin you a little, then hold you until you forget anyone else even looked your way.”

He lets out a low, wrecked laugh, turning to bury his face into your neck once more. “You’re so cocky when I’m like this,” he mumbles against your skin. “I love it.”

You hum, fingers sliding through his messy hair as you kiss the crown of his head. You can feel his content smile against your bare skin. He sighs, arms curling tighter around your waist.

“Let them have their fantasies, Daesung, you’re mine.” 

“That’s what I like to hear.”

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so uh... first smut fic how we feeling?? xd

[jedipoodoo]

Hey! I was wondering if I could request a HunterxReader. Something where Hunter is like really possessive over reader with like another guy? Or one of his brother getting a little too close for his comfort, nothing nefarious, just lite teasing.

Thank you in advance.

Again, you’re doing amazing sweetie!

Me reading this request:

I hope you enjoy this one!

Man After Midnight (Jealous!Sergeant Hunter x Reader)

Notes: Hunter POV, The Return of The Kyle™, guy gets handsy with reader and Hunter does something about it, alcohol consumption, bar fight, 79s, feel free to check out my personal 79's Playlist here. Spoilers tagged for the gif. Y'all do not know how long it took me to find a season three gif for this one.

Whenever the squad convinced Hunter to join them at 79's, he tuned out the noises and smells to the best of his abilities. The overlapping of a million voices, all too similar to differentiate, the body odors and cologne, the pounding bass of the pop music, it could get to be too much. 

But when you asked him to join you, he couldn't say no. He was powerless to the pleading in your eyes and the joy in your smile when he finally said yes. Or it could have been how Crosshair commented on how good you looked in the new outfit you'd bought for clubbing, but he'd never admit it.

The six of you crowded into a booth at the back of the bar, farthest from the speakers. Hunter made sure that he got the seat next to you, only for Tech to remind you that it was your turn to grab the drinks from the bar. You smiled at Hunter apologetically as you tried to climb over him without bothering him too much. He had a better idea though, and gently placed his hands on your waist, easily lifting you over his legs and placing you on the outside of the booth. 

Wrecker gave a wolf-whistle at the wide-eyed look on your face, and you quickly looked away, running over to the bar as fast as you could through the crowd. 

The others were chuckling as Hunter frowned. Had he messed up? Was he too forward? He didn't consider himself a shy person, but he'd been so sure that you were sending him signals that you were interested. 

"Hmm," Crosshair hummed. 

"What is it?" Hunter sat up.

Cross smirked, "It seems our resident civilian is attracting some attention." 

Hunter quickly scanned the crowd, looking for you. Halfway between the bar and the squad's booth, drinks spilling out of your arms, you were stopped talking with a senate guard. What one of them was doing here was beyond him, but Hunter didn't like the way he was looking you up and down, and half-blocking you from the booth. He wasn't even offering to help you with the drinks. 

Hunter slammed his hands on the table to push himself out of his seat and marched over to you, shoving the guard to the side. 

"Let me help you with that," He said, taking Wrecker's boilermaker and Tech's martini from where you had kept them expertly balanced. 

"Hey, excuse me clone-" 

"You're excused," Hunter rolled his eyes at the senate guard and nodded you towards the booth, "Let's go." 

"Thank you," You said softly, but he heard it all the same. And you were smiling at him, so he hadn't totally messed up. 

The two of you handed out the drinks to their respective drinkers, and Hunter herded you back into your seat. 

"Who was that?" Wrecker asked, downing half his drink in one go. 

You shrugged, "No one in particular. I think his name was Kyle?"

Hunter huffed. He couldn't tell himself if he was annoyed or amused by this revelation. Of course the smarmy senate guard would have a name like Kyle. 

The evening carried on, Wrecker ordered more drinks, Echo found some old friends from the 212th, and Hunter could hear Tech rambling to a very interested Rodian woman who listened to him describe the nesting habits of rancors with stars in her eyes.

You, of course, were on the dance floor. You were always dancing around the Marauder, humming to yourself as you cleaned up your workspace or made the caff. Whenever Hunter saw you dancing, it felt like all was right with the world.

He spotted Kyle across the room. Hunter was surprised he'd stuck around, the senate guards typically didn't deign the clones to be good enough company to make the way across town to 79's.

But Kyle wasn't paying attention to any of the clones. His beady eyes tracked your every movement out on the dance floor. Hunter felt a rumbling in his chest, like a reek warning others to stay back. 

Kyle, of course, couldn't hear it, and even if he could, he probably would have ignored it anyway. The senate guard shouldered his way through the crowd on the dance floor, announcing his presence by placing his hands on your hips. 

Hunter heard your yelp of surprise and grit his teeth. He launched himself from the booth and marched across the room. Several startled patrons hopped out of the way when they saw the look of pure rage on his face, but all Hunter could focus on were your protests as Kyle grinned. 

"Really sweetheart, I'm just trying to give you a compliment, is all!" Kyle laughed as you flushed in embarrassment, trying to push him away. Kyle's grip tightened on you, but Hunter grabbed him by the shoulder. When Kyle turned with a smart quip, Hunter decked him across the face. 

"They said no!" He snarled, his arm out in front of you like a shield.

A few clones gave out supporting cheers as the senate's flunkie was laid out across the nearest table, but Kyle wasn't the only one present. Two more men, decidedly not clones, approached Hunter menacingly, trying to defend their friend. He saw them coming, but he had to take a hit from the first one so that the other could get close without suspecting too much. Then Hunter took the both of them with one swing. 

"Hunter!" You cried out. A crowd was gathering, and Wrecker was trying to make his way over to you and help Hunter out.

Hunter placed his hands on your shoulder, standing in between you and Kyle.

"You alright?" He asked.

"What?" 

"Look out!" Someone shouted. Hunter shielded you with his body to see the senate guards standing up.

Kyle pushed himself to his feet, though he still leaned unsteadily against the table.

"You're gonna regret that, meatdroid!" He snarled, blood dripping down his chin from a broken nose. Kyle charged towards the two of you, but Hunter stepped to the side at the last minute, catching Kyle by the collar of his dress uniform. It was tight enough already, but with Hunter gripping the fabric, Kyle had to gasped for air. Hunter swung him around and right into his would-be bodyguards.

"No fighting! No fighting!" the steward droid waved its arms, but no one was paying it much attention. Wrecker caught the three stooges by the scruff and happily carried them out the door like a mother tooka, dropping them on the veranda where they could hail a hovertaxi. 

Once he was certain that Kyle was taken care of, Hunter turned to you.

"Are you alright?" He repeated.

"Am I-?" You shook your head, "You have a black eye!" You pointed out, as if Hunter wasn't wincing every time he blinked.

"Just a scrape," He insisted.

"If I had a credit for every time-" You were too upset to even finish your thought, but you grabbed Hunter by the lip of his chestplate, pulling him over to the bar. You asked the serving droid for the medkit, and brought him back into the bathroom stalls.

"That was incredibly stupid of you. You know what kind of trouble you could get into if you hurt them too badly!" You made Hunter sit on the edge of one of the sinks so that you could treat him properly.

Hunter sighed, "Trouble seems to find me regardless of whether I do anything or not."

You fixed him with a death glare that made it clear he was better off not saying anything until you were done treating his wounds, superficial as they may be.

"Don't do that again, you hear me?" You slathered bacta over his eye, and dabbed some on the cut on his lip. Fortunately, there was one more ice pack in the poorly-stocked kit, so you snapped it in half to activate the cooling gel. 

"Sorry cyare, but I'm afraid I can't make that promise."

You froze, the ice back an inch above his eye. He could feel the air cooling around it, and gently took the ice pack from your slackened grasp, pacing it against the swelling skin.

"Hunter," You gasped, "don't say things like that. Even for me, it's not worth the risk." Your hands were shaking, so you busied them by packing up the remains of the medikit. 

Hunter grit his teeth as you turned your back to him, "You are worth every sacrifice I have made. Every shot I've taken, every nightmare that haunts me, every humiliation I've had to endure from those miserable excuses for sentient beings," He waved the ice pack in the air, trying to indicate Kyle and his flunkies.

"It's worth it," He insisted, "Just to see you smile."

He heard your heart beat faster as you swallowed the lump in your throat, and he knew he'd gone too far.

"I... I didn't know you felt that way..." You whispered.

Hunter hopped down from the sink and marched out the bathroom door. He needed a nice, stiff drink.

A couple of the other clones gave him strange looks for the eyepatch, and a few who'd seen the fight asked if he was okay. Hunter ignored them all, trying to flag down a steward droid.

"Hunter!" You shouted his name above the din of the music. He decided it was best to ignore you too.

By the time you finally made your way to him at the bartop, he was halfway through a drink he'd regret in a couple hours.

"What do you think you're doing!?" you demanded, hands on your hips.

"Having a drink, what's it look like I'm doing?" He grunted miserably.

"You can't just tell me you love me and walk away like that!"

Hunter spat out a mouthful of alcohol all over the serving droid, leaving his tongue and his nose burning from the taste.

You, however, were unperturbed by his reaction, folding your arms across your chest.

"Now are you going to ask me to dance or not?"

[daniiye]

Something Special (pt 2)

pairing ; kang daesung x reader  ─  genre ; romance  warnings ; none! note ;  around 1.4k words! (this is quite, rushed..oops :< )

After exchanging numbers, the two of you had countless conversations over the weeks—weeks that soon turned into months. Late-night texts, inside jokes, and little glimpses into each other’s lives became routine. With every message, he felt himself getting closer to you, even when he knew he shouldn’t.

"Hey, Daesung, you're so smiley these days," Seunghyun teased, nudging him playfully and leaning in close as Daesung turned his head away, trying to evade Seunghyun’s persistent grin.

"Is it a giiirl?" Seunghyun drawled, his tone laced with mischief. "Come on, I promise I won’t tell anyone."

"She's my friend!" Daesung mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper as his eyes darted away. Seunghyun straightened up, crossing his arms with a knowing smirk. "That's what they all say."

"Not funny," Daesung muttered, pouting. 

Seunghyun just chuckled, ruffling Daesung’s hair before turning on his heel and strolling out of the practice room.

Looking back at his phone, his eyes lingered on your message. A small smile tugged at his lips. Meeting you had been so random—almost like fate, right? You made him happy, yet at the same time, you overwhelmed him with emotions so intense that he wanted to hide away completely.

But the thing was, he was scared to admit his own feelings.

Why?

As an idol, everything in his life felt uncertain—one wrong step, and things could change in an instant.

And it hurt him.

The feelings were there, undeniable and persistent, but so was the fear. The what-ifs, the consequences, the weight of his career—it all pressed down on him, making it hard to breathe.

Letting out a sigh, he grabbed his things to leave. But just as he reached the door, his phone buzzed. He glanced down—and there it was, your message.

"I got tickets to the fan meet tomorrow! See you!!"

His breath hitched. His fingers hovered over the screen, a mix of excitement and dread swirling in his chest. You were really coming. He was going to see you, in person.

Daesung eagerly sat at the long table, each member separated by glass panels. Today, he was practically glowing—his legs swinging slightly under the table, his eyes bright with excitement. He felt like a happy puppy, unable to sit still. After all, today was special, he was going to finally see you again after that encounter at the café which was a long time ago.

"Someone's happy," Ji Yong mumbled to Taeyang, glancing at Daesung, who was practically radiating excitement.

Taeyang chuckled, following his gaze. "Yeah… he's been like that all day."

As each fan passed by, the line moved steadily forward. Finally, it was your turn.

You sat in front of Ji Yong, watching as he casually flipped open your album to sign.

"You must be Daesung's friend," he whispered, his tone teasing.

"Ah, he told you?" you asked, a bit surprised.

Ji Yong smirked as he finished his autograph. "No, I just know." He handed the album back, his grin widening. "You must be a greeeaat friend," he added, dragging out the word dramatically.

You chuckled, shaking your head as you moved to the next seat—Daesung’s and the moment your eyes met, his entire face lit up. His usual bright smile stretched across his lips, but this time, it felt different—softer, warmer, just for you. Your heart pounded as you held his gaze, the world around you fading for a moment. Then, just like always, conversation flowed naturally between you both, as if no time had passed but this time, it wasn’t just the two of you.

His members stole glances, whispering among themselves, barely hiding their smirks. Taeyang nudged Ji Yong, who mimicked Daesung’s shy fidgeting, while Seunghyun stifled a laugh.

Daesung, noticing their antics, groaned under his breath. "Yah, stop it," he muttered, cheeks dusted pink.

But you? You just smiled, feeling the warmth spread through your chest. Because even with all their teasing, Daesung never once looked away from you.

"We should… meet in person again," you said softly as you got up, making room for the next fan. Daesung's eyes flickered with something unreadable before he smiled—sweet, a little shy, but undeniably excited. "I'm free after an hour."

You nearly melted on the spot. Why was he so effortlessly adorable? It was unfair.

"S-So… I'll see you after an hour?" you asked, suddenly finding it easier to stare at your feet than at his face.

Daesung chuckled, tilting his head slightly as if trying to catch your gaze. "Yeah," he said gently. "I'll be waiting."

After sometime you stepped outside the venue, your heart still pounded, the rhythm echoing the words that lingered in your mind—"I turn around on the count of three."

One.

You exhaled, steadying yourself against the cool evening air. The anticipation bubbled inside you, a mixture of nerves and excitement. Would he really show up?

Two.

Your fingers tightened around your phone as you stared at the message thread. No new texts. No updates but you knew—you felt—that he would come.

Three.

A familiar warmth settled behind you. The faint sound of footsteps. And before you even turned around, you knew.

Daesung stood there, hands tucked into his pockets, eyes searching yours with that same shy but eager energy from earlier. The lights from the street reflected in his gaze, making them look impossibly bright.

“You look nervous, you alright?” he said, a small grin forming on his lips.

You let out a soft laugh. “Of course..!”

He rocked on his heels, feigning nonchalance, but his smile gave him away. “I said I’d be free after an hour, didn’t I?”

Silence settled for a brief moment—not awkward, but charged with something unspoken. Something that made your chest tighten.

“So…” he started, glancing up at the sky before looking back at you. “Where should we go?”

Without a word, you led Daesung through a quiet, hidden path, the soft crunch of leaves beneath your feet the only sound in the night. The trees stood tall, their branches swaying gently in the evening breeze, creating a natural canopy above. As you reached your favorite spot, the sight before you opened up—a small clearing where a single log rested, perfectly placed beneath the vast, star-filled sky.

The stars shimmered like tiny diamonds, their glow casting a soft light over everything, including the two of you.

"Wow, it's so pretty here," Daesung said softly, his voice filled with awe as he clapped his hands together in delight.

You chuckled at his cute gesture, shaking your head. "It sure is. Look!" You pointed toward the sky. "When you connect those stars, it forms a heart."

He tilted his head, squinting up at the night sky before breaking into a grin. "Ah, I see it! That's kind of amazing."

Both of you sat there, stargazing in comfortable silence, the occasional laughter breaking through as you joked about the oddly shaped constellations and made up stories about them. Time felt suspended, the world narrowing down to just this moment—just the two of you under the endless sky.

And as the minutes passed, you couldn’t ignore the way your heart felt lighter, how being with him made everything seem a little more magical.

Little did you know, Daesung felt the same.

As the night deepened, Daesung’s gaze softened, his usual playful energy giving way to something more vulnerable. The stars shimmered above, but neither of you were looking at them anymore.

"Hey," he said quietly, hesitation lacing his voice. "We… should keep this a secret, right?"

Your heart clenched. You understood why he was saying it—he was an idol, always under scrutiny, always careful but the way he looked at you, the way his fingers twitched slightly as if resisting the urge to reach for you, made it impossible to ignore the weight of his words.

You swallowed hard before nodding. "Yeah… for now."

Daesung exhaled, relieved but conflicted. And then, before you could process what was happening, he leaned in—slow, uncertain at first, as if giving you the chance to pull away.

But you didn’t.

Your breath hitched as his lips brushed against yours, featherlight at first, then firmer as he pressed closer. It was hesitant yet filled with unspoken emotions, a kiss that felt like a secret only the stars were meant to witness.

When he finally pulled back, his eyes searched yours, his cheeks dusted with pink. "This… this really has to stay between us," he murmured, a small, shy smile tugging at his lips.

You smiled back, breathless. "Then I guess we have a lot to keep quiet about."

Daesung let out a soft chuckle, resting his forehead against yours for just a second before leaning back. The night carried on, your secret sealed beneath the endless sky.

𓄹 Something special is definitely between us... Something special, 분명우리사이엔 𓄼

[maskedcrawford]

Younger!reader being daesung's close friends!! they were friends back in middle school up until highschool. reader always attend their concert and fan signs, making not only daesung, but bigbang to adore her too. reader is a model or maybe an actress and fans always caught her and bigbang liking each others post. because of their friendship, she got called "bigbang's girl" that even jiyong confirm on one of their interviews. he called her their little sister/their girl(teasingly bcs he knew she gets embarrassed of it) just pure fluff and platonic <3

sorry if it's too complicated and didn't make any sense at all loll

Here ya go, darlin! So sorry it took me this long to get it out, but I hope it's what you wanted. If not, feel free to let me know. I appreciate your patience and the request!

Requests are OPEN

[hostilecandle]

Okay so I grew up a military brat and while I love all the 'x reader' fics, I've come across two pretty consistent things.

1) there aren't a lot of mlm fics and most gn! Reader are just treated as women lite (sorry guys putting 'gn! Reader' but having soap or the others call the reader Bonnie or Lass isn't gender neutral lol) and I know im not the only gay man hot for the 141. So fellas, so we gotta pick them pencils up and start writing too lol

2)and this is where my growing up comes in, that's not how the military or deployment works really lol. And the fantasy is fine! I love it and for most people it genuinely makes no difference as they'll never experience it first hand and that's what makes it fun to wrote and read. But I still get a little chuckle at some of the theatrics, because I promise the tears of them leaving stop pretty early on

Anyways all this to say I'm almost finished writing a M!Reader x Price fic that's a little more irl accurate because I have daddy issues a mile long and we need more gay Price x Reader fics and I'm here to provide the angst and smut :D