#like would kai act like that. think like that. type like that?

[a-bad-case-of-the-stephs]

KAY my take on Steph’s most recent appearance in the preview for Wonder Woman #23:

Now, you might be thinking: “Tumblr user a-bad-case-of-the-stephs, what POSSIBLY could you have to complain about! You’re always saying ‘I miss Stephanie Brown’ and ‘Where is my daughter Stephanie Brown’ and such things. Now she’s here! You should be rejoicing!”

Well, for one, I am! Stephanie brown, on her own, not in a panel of miscellaneous bats, speaking lines of dialogue, in 2025!! I’m happy for her!! I’m overjoyed at Proof that Steph has a degree of remaining relevance!! However I would be even happier if she was a smidge more in character!

Now, you might be thinking: “but tumblr user a-bad-case-of-the-stephs, how can that be? Didn’t Steph act a very similar way in the Robin 80 Page Giant when she meets Black Canary for the first time? How about her similar attitude in Gotham Knights #22? you Love Gotham Knights #22! Don’t you remember Gotham Knights #22?”

I do! I promise I remember Gotham Knights #22! And the Robin 80 Page Giant! But I still think there’s a few key differences in play here! Let’s break it down.

When Steph meets Black Canary for the first time in the Robin 80 Page Giant, she’s immediately starstruck. But she’s also still distinctly Steph! Almost immediately after meeting her, Steph tries angling to be Black Canary’s partner and then, when rejected, to be her apprentice. Steph has a purpose, and her admiration doesn’t render her too shy to act like herself: she’s just as gregarious and outgoing and forthright as always.

And this continues on when Steph completely uninvited returns to Dinah’s the next day, and makes her case to learn from Black Canary again. And, when rejected again, she keeps pushing, and when Dinah brushes her off again, Steph is still at it, offering to do her errands. When Black Canary finally assents, Steph leaps to start, asking ‘What do we do first?’. Noticeably, Steph’s core characteristics (her stubbornness, her defiance, and her determination) are intact and in play. Her admiration of Black Canary makes her giddy and overeager, but she is never cowed and her actions are all rooted in who she is.

“But tumblr user a-bad-case-of-the-stephs!!” You might cry, “there’s a big difference here! Steph doesn’t already admire or even seem to know of Black Canary until they meet! Sure she’s awestruck by meeting a female hero she looks up to, but it’s not the same situation at all!”

And you’d be right to say so. Damn, if only we had an example of how Steph acted when meeting a hero she looked up to since childhood and who had massive significance to her.. Oh wait! The Batman!

It isn’t really useful to analyze Steph’s first meeting with Bruce in Detective #648, because from a doyalist POV, Steph’s childhood admiration of Batman hadn’t been established yet. But in the retelling of her backstory and where her childhood admiration of Batman is established in Secret Origins 80 Page Special, we also see a retelling of her first meeting with Batman, and lo and behold: turns out she is able to form a complete sentence!

“Ah, but tumblr user a-bad-case-of-the-stephs! You still have forgotten Gotham Knights #22!”

Fine, let’s talk about Gotham Knights #22 then. On first blush, the style of Steph’s dialogue seems mostly the same! She flounders with her words briefly, she rambles, and she is overeager. But let’s take a closer look at what’s different. In Gotham Knights #22, Steph is not overly apologetic. This makes sense, Steph is a character who deals with self doubt but who does not show it very openly. She is self assured and blunt and makes her decisions quickly. While she has, and does, apologize when she thinks she’s done something wrong, I wouldn’t say shes the type to apologize for a faux passé in a social situation, and I can’t see her doing so three separate times in between her handful of sentences like she does in the preview.

Additionally, although in GK #22 Steph trips over a word once or twice, she is never downright stuttering and she isn’t nearly as shy. This is another strong element of Steph’s character. She is not bashful, she is not nervous and sheepish. Even as she is obviously somewhat nervous in GK #22 she’s also distinctly herself. Steph doesn’t become any less bold.

“So sure, maybe Steph isn’t the most in character she could possibly ideally be in this - what - one page of a comic that’s not at all about her. Is that really such a big deal? If you agree she has at least acted nervously and ramble-y in the face of other heroes she’s looked up to, what’s the big fuss about?”

Well, first and foremost, I love Steph and again, am super happy to see her in something current! I wanted to break it down a little, and would probably be making a similar post talking about Steph’s history with meeting heroes she admires even if I agreed 100% with the execution here!

But also, well, because I’ve neglected to mention one little tiny detail. Context.

When she meets Black Canary, Steph is 15 years old. She’s a scrappy, fresh, a new-to-vigilanting high schooler who is desperate for some real training from someone who will take her seriously. Black Canary is the third superhero Steph had ever met at that point, the second to give her the time of day, and the very first to give her the time of day who was also an actual adult instead of a teenaged boy a year younger than her. That influences how she acts- a fucking lot.

Same goes for Gotham Knights #22: context plays a big role here. She’s been struggling to prove herself to a cold and aloof Batman since she met him, and now is her chance! She’s also still only 16, with, again, still limited experience with other heroes.

Today, Steph is no longer 15, and She’s met quite a few more heroes and she’s been a vigilante for quite a few more years. Besides that, she’s also met another childhood favorite superhero - and we all know how that went - and the disastrous result likely should’ve by all means instilled in her an inkling of a ‘don’t meet your idols’ notion. At the very least a degree more caution, or a degree less hero worship.

I’m not saying it’s impossible for Steph as an adult hero to look up to Wonder Woman, or be a little shell shocked in her presence, but I do think the execution works and fits better for the character she was at 15 than the hero in her own right she is (supposed to be) today, and for the reasons I’ve gone into above, I don’t think the characterization is quite right even for that 15 year old. So if it’s too meek, too shy, too untethered and aimless for 15 or 16 year old Steph characterization, I really don’t think it works well for an older, more experienced Steph.

And I think it matters especially because Steph’s age is still weirdly in flux, as unfortunately some comic authors (Batgirls.. cough cough) have thought of her and wrote her as a young teen instead of the adult she should by all means be.

Again, I don’t think the concept is totally flawed, and I don’t think my small nitpicks mean Steph is being written HORRIBLY out of character or anything, but I do think it could be better, and I wanted to provide my thoughts on why, given how rare a focus on Steph is nowadays!

[eyeheartboobiez]

nicknames that bruce + the batboys would call you

warnings: sexual themes in jason’s part, fem!reader a/n: just sumn slight. enjoy😁

⁎⁺˳ 𝒷𝓇𝓊𝒸𝑒 ミ

❀ bruce grew up wealthy so he would definitely call you something more on the classy side

❀ things like darling, angel, dear, my love, etc.

❀ he also has a habit of referring to you as “my wife” (because he’s possessive asf)

❀ “sorry guys, i really can’t stay for another drink. i’ve got to get back to my wife.”

❀ “you said these shoes were dior? oh, im sure my wife would love these.”

❀ on the flip side, he also really likes referring to himself as your husband (one might say he does it for the ego boost)

❀ like whenever you too are meeting someone for the first time, he'll introduce you first and then only introduce himself as "your husband"

❀ because why should someone care about him, a mega rich billionaire, when his lovely and radiant wife is standing right next to him?

⁎⁺˳ 𝒹𝒾𝒸𝓀 ミ

❀ dick would definitely be the type to call you something super lovey-dovey and over the top

❀ sugarplum, honey bunches, buttercup, (and if he really wants to get on your nerves,) shnookums

❀ he knows it’s lame, but he genuinely doesn’t care

❀ since his love language is acts of service, you tend to hear a lot of "let me get that for ya, honeybun"

❀ or something like “hey sugarplum! im on my way home from work, you want me to pick up anything?”

❀ or even "don't worry about dinner honeylove, lemme take care of things tonight."

❀ regardless of how annoying it is, you can't help but love his teasing nicknames for you

❀ like you two are that annoying couple that everyone loves can't stand seeing at the function (i know valentine's day hatesss to see yall coming)

❀ off topic but if the two of you had a kid together, i imagine him nicknaming your daughter ‘love bug’ (AWWW)

⁎⁺˳ 𝒿𝒶𝓈𝑜𝓃 ミ

❀ despite his thick exterior, jason’s a lover boy at heart

❀ he’d call you stuff like babe, doll, sweetheart, hon, y’know all that cheesy stuff

❀ most importantly though, this boy lovesss to call you mama

❀ like for example, he usually likes to greet you with a casual "hey mama, you doin okay?" followed by a quick peck on the check

❀ or if you're being goofy trying to get him to feel better, he'll probably say something like "c'mon mama, cut it out" as a smile inevitably blossoms on his face

❀ alongside this, he also has a weird kink thing for calling himself papa

❀ either “thatsss it sweetheart, come to papa” or “let papa bear handle it, ‘kay? you just sit down there and look pretty f’me.”

❀ you have absolutely no idea where he got it from because jason swears up and down that he's never done it until he got in a relationship with you

⁎⁺˳ 𝓉𝒾𝓂 ミ

❀ while tim is such a sweetheart, so his pet names for you would most definitely reflect that

❀ sweets, pretty, baby love, cutie; simple stuff like that

❀ also, let’s not forget that this boy is a certified LEWSER, so that also shows within you guys’ relationship

❀ he sometimes calls you pookie (he’s chronically online…)

❀ he'd probably be up texting you at 2am (because why wouldn’t be be up at that time) and is like “hey pooks u wanna check out this new italian place i found? i saw that they serve a few of ur faves”

❀ he also has a nasty habit of referring to you as dude or bro

❀ you'll often get random tiktoks from him throughout the day like "bro look this is totally us" or "me & u fr🥹"

❀ sure it's corny but the sentiment is sweet so you don't really mind

❀ a lot of people think the relationship you both have may be a bit odd, but neither of you care (and that's all that matters <3)

[misayani]

MAGNETIC — SQUID GAME WOMEN + THANOS AND YOU BEING THE COMPLETE OPPOSITE OF THEM HCS

◜ featuring ... kang mi-na (player 196), no eul (guard 011), se-mi (player 380), jun-hee (player 222), hyun-ju (player 120), young-mi (player 195), + thanos (player 230)

𔗨 author's note — IM FUCKING BAAAAAAAAACKKKK RAWGHHRRR !!!!!! writing this had me SWEATING considering the lack of information of them in the show. anddd im closing the requests for now. id like to work on the current requests in my inbox before i open it again ♡ [lowercase intended]

mi na —

- at first you were hesitant to confess your feelings to her because why  would she want to be with someone like you?

- and then you kept avoiding her and denying your feelings to avoid getting hurt 

- then, life surprises you, she kissed you on the night she took you out for a 'girlFRIEND date'

- AND THEN BAM !!! dating

- she's feisty and confident, you're gentle and shy

- mi-na is the type to be sassy and bitchy to everyone and then when it comes to you she turns into a total softie

- "thanos, i swear if you don't shut the fuck up—" "mi-na?" "yes honey?"

- SHE LOVES CALLING YOU SWEET NICKNAMES JUST TO SEE YOU MELT

- you'd think mi-na likes to be treated like a princess and then it turns out that she's the one treating YOU like a princess

- when you're speaking and someone completely cuts you off, without a second thought, she'll speak up

- "my girlfriend is speaking??"

- when someone's rude to you, she'll handle it for you

- "excuse me? watch your words when you're talking to her."

- she doesn't do this all the time though

- she wants you to learn how to speak up for yourself 

- but she definitely doesn't let it pass when someone crosses the line

- there was this one time where mi-na legit got into a catfight after someone humiliated you in front of many people

- she got humiliated in front of the people too but she DIDNT feel humiliated at all

- the bitch just messed with her girlfriend, and she just stepped up for you. what's humiliating about that?

- (outside squid game) let's say thanos is a mutual close friend you both have

- whenever he pisses her off, he immediately runs to you for defense since mi-na has a soft spot for you

- overall, mi-na likes taking care of you and you're gentle to her sooo it's a win-win for the both of you !!!

- she loves her shy gf so much, it makes her all mushy and softie

no eul —

- she's hard, you're soft

- oops i may have worded that wrong

- GRUMPY X SUNSHINE 

- you always wake her up with kisses and she'll open her eyes to the sight of you smiling at her

- then she'll complain, grumbling about your "unreasonable" optimism. but she literally lets you kiss her the whole time anyways !!

- no-eul constantly furrows her eyebrows at your cheery attitude as if she was judging you. BUT DEEP DEEP DOWN, her heart swells for you

- she might be grumpy through words, but it's the actions that speak louder

- if someone's mean to HER sunshine, expect their face to get fucked up

- her love language is acts of service btw!!!!

- you will never ever get to hold a door ever again when you're with her cs she'll always open them for you

- AND SHE LOVES GIVING YOU 'JUST BECAUSE' GIFTS

- "here." she hands you a boquet of sunflowers with A CUTE LITTLE NOTE ON THE SIDE THAT SAYS I LOVE YOU, "awhh thank you! but, what's the occasion?" and then she just shrugs

- back then, whenever the two of you got into an argument, a bad trait she used to do is to shut you out. while you, on the other hand, always wanted to talk things through and find solutions 

- after a few attempts, you eventually break her walls down and then she finally lets you in

- "...i'm sorry" "it's okay! we're in this together, 'kay?" 

- she feels so bad because what if you're just trying to put up with her 

- and then that worry completely washes away when she feels that you're actually genuine. 

- you don't just say sweet shit, you act them out.

- and she'll forever be thankful for you

- you're the reason why she wakes up everyday, you're the reason why she takes care of herself, you're the reason why she learned to love herself

se mi —

- this woman has a sharp tongue

- which can definitely be used in multiple ways but mostly for saying sarcastic remarks

- (in the games) she's expressive but then she's emotionally guarded at the same time. she won't be scared to speak her mind but she rarely shows her expressions physically

- oh gosh. her and her fucked up humor

- others may think she never takes shit seriously, but it's actually THEM she's not taking seriously

- she absolutely doesn't like openly-vulnerable people. it's not anything personal, she just thinks that it's stupid to show emotions like that in a death game like this where anyone could literally take advantage of you.

- and then here comes you, kind and empathetic

- you're the type to put others first before you, and she hates that fact, but not you

- you're expressive with your feelings also, but instead of being like her, who masks it perfectly with her sarcastic exterior, you're genuine.

- you believe that showing real emotions is a way to connect with people

- se-mi had observed you during the six-legged pentathlon. it amuses her seeing you work well with your team.

- she fucking hates the fact that you're just so kind and open to every one, not even thinking twice to help others.

- (outside squid game) while se-mi sees the world as harsh and unforgiving, you always tell her about the bright side and hope and some happy shit. and she didn't like that

- she didn't like how you're actually starting to make her see even just the tad bit good in some things

- and then the next thing she knows is that she literally starts to think about you in every single fucking thing

- she sees sunlight, she thinks of you. she sees flowers, she thinks of you. she sees butterflies, she thinks of you. man, even whenever she buys her favourite cherry ice cream, somehow the ice cream legit reminds her of you. because apparently, to her, ice cream gives off positive vibes ????? 

- and positive vibes are YOU !!

- over time, she may not admit it but she definitely cannot deny that she's starting to soften under your influence

- and who knows? maybe she's starting to see that kindness isn't always a weakness. 

jun hee —

- she's an introvert, you're an extrovert. need i say more

- junhee mostly keeps to herself, but unlike no-eul, she isn't totally closed-off

- she's quiet and won't react unless needed

- you on the other hand, reacts to everyfuckingthing

- somebody's hand gets too close to her belly? "GET AWAY!"

- you even audibly gasp when someone gives her a dirty stare

- (outside squid game) when jun-hee gets excited about something, she'll just smile. but it immediately drops as soon as she turns her head to look at you who almost fell on the floor, face first, because of jumping around like crazy.

- it amazes her a lot how you make it look easy to just start a conversation with a complete stranger

- now whenever you make friends, she also makes new friends, because you always introduce your girlfriend to them !! <3

- between the two of you, you're the one who usually initiates physical touch

- just simple and cute hugs here and there, sometimes kisses, sometimes more than kisses

- she's the type to show her love to you through simple gestures like making you your favorite tea, playing your favorite song on the TV, writing you notes before she goes out while you're still sleeping (awwhdjsjssk)

- and then you're the type to express your feelings VERY LOUDLY

- telling her "i love yous" whenever you always get the chance to which is like every minute—but you mean every single one everytime—, giving her tight hugs, prepping soft kisses on her face, demanding her to give you cuddles.

- everything needs balance, so jun-hee learned to socialize more and have fun while you learned to be more mindful whenever she needs her own quiet time

hyun ju —

- hyun-ju tends to be cool-headed and calm in most scenarios, while you are always on your toes and stressed and just so energetic overall

- hyun-ju shows love in subtle ways, like doing your hair or giving you quick pecks on the cheek ♡

- she never fails to notice it when you're stressed. she'd grab your hand and start massaging it softly

- whenever your friends invite you to a night out, you always ask them if you could bring hyun-ju !!!!

- it's simple: they refuse, you aren't going. if they say yes, then be prepared to have one of the best nights out in your lives BECAUSE hyun-ju is fun!!!! hello ? being an introvert does not mean you're not any fun

- hyun-ju would literally chug up every drink your friends give her

- and then theres you who's worried as fuck because what if she vomits???? and you HATE vomit, eugh !!

- the next morning comes and then hangover finally hits her

- you, being a good girlfriend, always brings her water and some pills to help her with the headache

- 'hyun-ju drink this' 'hyun-ju drink that' which results to her needing to pee like every 5 minutes

- she calms you down, telling you that she's fine and all she needs is you beside her

- literally just your presence

- and then despite having a headache, she would ask you to yap for her, she just loves hearing your voice

- overall, hyun-ju is forever thankful for you. she appreciates the fact that you're always alert about things but she also reminds you to let loose sometimes.

young mi —

- she's shy, you're not

- you're so mean for always teasing the poor girl

- but you can't help it, not when you always catch her staring at you

- "do you need anything? or do you just need me?" 

- give her a damn break

- not a day goes by without you hugging the hell out of her

- "you're so flufffyyyyyy babyy" "...thank you?.." 

- she always seeks comfort in you, since you're the one who keeps things exciting

- in public, young-mi doesn't speak up much, so you speak for her when needed

- "excuse me, you got her food wrong." "it's fine i swear!!"

- it's surprising but she's actually the one who initiates affection most of the time, she'd just shyly do it

- during arguments, she might struggle to express her feelings sometimes through words, and even when you're supposed to be mad at her, you still try to keep your calm and help her speak for herself

- it always ends up with the both of you apologizing to each other. you would never let your girlfriend sleep with a heavy heart, never.

- sometimes you'd surprise her with cute gifts like small trinkets or cute plushies !!! 

- as time goes by, young-mi slowly learns to speak up for herself, because, of course, you're not always going to be by her side. 

thanos — 

- PLAYFUL BF + SERIOUS GF

- he thinks you have such a hot resting bitch face

- LIKE HE'D LITERALLY INTERNALLY SQUEAL LIKE A HIGH SCHOOLER

- babygirl bf + girlboss gf <3

- you're never scared to speak up for yourself. thanos insists on punching anyone who does you wrong but you assure him that you're fully capable of doing that yourself

- "THAT'S MY GIRLFRIEND BRO!!"

- literally brags you to nam-gyu and talks about you almost all the time

- nam-gyu's fucking tired of it.

- people thinks this man fears no one?? he's fucking scared of YOU

- FOLDS WHEN U CALL HIM BY HIS FULL GOVERNMENT NAME

- "cmon baby, give thanos a kiss." "choi su-bong." "what:(("

- but when nam-gyu learns about his full name and starts teasing him about it and calling him that:

- "hey, only she's allowed to call me that. mind your business." "dang okay bro" 

- literally goes crazy when he texts you something and you reply with an "ok."

- "the fuck did i do nowww"

- he internally cheers when you're on your period because that'll mean you'll ask him for kisses and hugs

- "baby, let's cuddle please" "oh look at what we have here now—" "nevermind." "NO! yes, yes, let's cuddle"

- to others, he's tough and mighty but when it comes to you, he submits

- LMAO when he tries to call you by your full name to try and reverse the roles, you just give him a weird look and that made him want to bury himself 6 feet under.

- he's very very clingy, would literally sulk when you don't give him a goodbye kiss before you leave the house 

- when you're in a bad mood, he tries his best to cheer you up, like rapping random sweet shit to you or attempting to dance in front of you. keyword: attempting

- and as soon as he saw that small smile form on your face, he almost felt like everything went slow motion

- you're so gorgeous, he's down bad for you

- but he genuinely feels happy once he knows that you're fine now because of him !!

- he's so silly :3

@misayani

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(Dean Winchester x female reader)

Summary You’re back in the bunker, and Dean’s in a bar in Missouri. Thank God for modern technology. CWs Sexting. Dean being a good boyfriend. Phone sex. Sneaking around. 18+. 1.3k words.

Dean Winchester masterlist ⏐ SPN masterlist

Dean drags his phone out of his back pocket and opens the message from you without even thinking twice about it. His phone is set to downloading pictures automatically, which he later on thinks he might have to change, because the picture that greets him is of your tits and your hand between your legs.

He immediately locks the screen and pushes his hand with the phone in it under the table, taking a careful look around if anyone saw. Sam’s deep in conversation with Jody, Donna and Doug, so Dean grabs his beer with his free hand, takes a sip, tries to act very casual.

His phone vibrates in his hand, and although he knows he shouldn’t, knows that the conversation could turn back to him any second, that anyone could walk past him and look at his screen, he opens the message.

Thinking of you…

Dean needs to clear his throat, takes another sip. Another message.

Wish you were here to do that thing with the thing.

Well, right about now, Dean wishes he was too. He scrolls up a little, takes a quick peak at the picture you sent. Nipples hard, chest flushed. Goddamn, you look just about good enough to eat.

Still. He’s in the middle of a bar, game on in the back, about half of Missouri traipsing around him, his brother and closest friends (and Doug) right next to him. The only reason you stayed behind is because you got banged up pretty good on the last case, and since this looked like a simple salt and burn, Dean put you on bedrest.

He’s really regretting that right about now. If you were here and in this kind of mood, he’d be dragging you back to the motel like a caveman. But you’re not, so he starts typing.

At the bar with the guys. Call you later? Love you, get some re

Another photo comes in. It’s a close-up, your middle and ring finger pressed into your mouth, tongue curling up, lips pink and wet. Dean deletes what he wrote, writes something new.

Hot

Thinking of me?

He looks at the sent words. They don’t look very sexy, but maybe it’s just cause it’s weird to see them typed out. He would say them to you usually, of course. Well, not those exact words, but—

Need your beautiful cock inside me.

O-kay. You’re way better at this than him. That beautiful cock you’re texting about heard the wake-up call, is figuratively rubbing sleep from its eyes. Again, surrounded by most of Missouri. Well, he can’t half-ass this now.

Wish I could be inside you, baby girl. Feel how wet you are.

Yeah, that’s better, Dean thinks. He’s almost proud of himself, takes another sip of beer.

“What do you think, Dean?” he hears and his head shoots up. It’s Jody, turned all the way towards him, and he has no idea what she’s talking about. He clears his throat again.

“Uh, uhm,” he says, eloquently. Well, the best lies contain half the truth, so he motions to his phone. “Sorry, wasn’t listening, just checking in with the homebase.”

“Aw,” Donna says, laying her head to the side. “Give her our best. How is she?” Dean looks at his screen.

Want you here with me, fucking me so hard and deep I can feel you in my throat.

“Good, all good,” Dean stutters, reassuring smile forced onto his lips. “Real good.” He feels his phone vibrate again, but he doesn’t dare look down. And then Doug has a great idea.

“Hey, why don’t we send a nice picture?” he pipes up. Everyone else at the table thinks it’s a great idea too.

“Sure,” Dean says, quickly switches to the camera. He turns, stretches his arm out. Everyone leans in, smiling. Snap. Done. Merriment around the table and Dean can turn back to your messages, pretend he’s sending the picture.

Want to take all of you, baby, feel you open me up.

He quickly starts typing.

Wish I could taste you right now. Taste your delicious pussy. Eat you until you’re screaming my name.

Well, how about that, he is good at this, which of course, he isn’t surprised at, not really.

Oh God, Dean, I need you

Dean reads the text proudly. He loosens up his elbows, puts both hands on the phone. Game mode. You’re gonna get what you’re asking for, cause Dean is a giver through and through.

Use your fingers, imagine they’re mine. Think you can take three?

Dean grins. If they’re yours, you probably can, with how sweet and dainty they are. Immediately he’s rewarded with the mental image of three of his fingers pressed into you, making you full while you’re moaning his name over and over. Oh, he needs to be careful. He is getting himself to a place of no return quickly. So he decides to concentrate on what he’s writing.

Wanna make you come until you can’t move and then fuck you

Make you come one more time on my cock

Then let you lick what’s left off of me

Jesus, he doesn’t know where that came from, but it’s out there now, and the image of it… it’s making things difficult. Your pretty eyes blinking up at him, heavy lids and swollen lips, while you clean him up with your tongue.

I’ll let you sleep for a bit and then we go again

Over and over

All night baby

Dean suddenly notices you’re not answering anymore. Which means you’re either dead or otherwise busy. He’s still staring down at his screen when he sees Sam get up out of his periphery.

“Another one?” Sam asks, pointing at Dean’s nearly empty beer. Dean nods, and then his phone vibrates and doesn’t stop vibrating. He looks down. You’re calling him.

He stands up, no regard for his situation, mumbles some excuse and moves towards the bathrooms. He picks up at the same time. He nearly trips over his own feet when he hears your voice on the other end.

“Dean…” you moan, and he knows that tone so well. The one that tells him you’re… “I’m about to come.”

“Hold on, hold on, hold on,” Dean says, hurrying now. He finds the men’s room, pushes in. It’s empty as far as he can see, so he goes to the cubicle in the back, pushes in and locks the door. He presses his fist against the cool material to steady himself.

“Tell me, baby,” he says, now fully concentrated on you.

“I wanna, mmh, wanna hear your voice.”

“I’m right here, okay?” he says, a smile going over his lips. “I hear you, hear how good you sound.”

He hears small gasps from your end, and he closes his eyes, leans his forehead against his fist. Imagines you in your shared bed, covers pushed to the side, your naked body writhing while you make yourself come to his words and voice.

“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous,” he mumbles. “Wish I could feel you, could see you move, make you feel good. God, I would fucking take you and—“

“Yes,” you say, voice cracking. “Dean, I’m gonna—”

“Let me hear you, beautiful,” Dean says.

The rest is a long moan, breathy and intense and perfect. Dean’s eyelids flutter like a young maid’s at your sounds. He listens to your breathing calm down, content little sighs leaving you. He wonders if you can hear his breathing as well.

“Fuck, I miss you,” he says and it comes from so deep inside him it shocks him a little.

“I miss you, baby,” you reply, still a little breathless. “I love you so much.”

The smile spreading on Dean’s face is broad. “I love you too.”

“Where are you right now?” you ask.

“Restroom,” Dean replies. He hears a small chuckle come from you that he knows is gonna get him in trouble.

“And how’s your… situation?” you ask, voice an act of innocence. Dean looks down at himself. His situation is pretty obvious.

“’bout as hard as a rock,” he replies casually, making you chuckle again.

“Well,” you reply. “Maybe we can do something about that?”

[bangchansdirty-slut]

Hello!! I love your stories!

Could you place an request for Heeseung x male reader? Wherever it is a type of enemies to fuckers,, Heeseung would feel jealous at times to see the reader with someone, in general Heeseung would be very possessive in someone who """hates""" (⁠ ⁠´⁠◡⁠‿⁠ゝ⁠◡⁠`⁠)

Hate That I Want U

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Paring: Enemies to Fuckers!Top!Heeseung x Member!Bttm!Male Reader

Genre: Smut

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"You're always hogging the spotlight," Heeseung grumbled, watching M/n charm their way through yet another interview. The young idol's laughter was infectious, and the interviewer's eyes sparkled with admiration. It was a dance Heeseung knew all too well—M/n's natural magnetism captivating everyone in the room.

M/n looked up, catching Heeseung's gaze. Their eyes met for a brief second before M/n's smile grew wider, as if challenging him to say it to his face. Heeseung clenched his fists, the heat rising to his cheeks. He couldn't deny the irritation he felt, but he also couldn't ignore the strange thrill that pulsed through him whenever they were at odds. It was like M/n knew exactly how to push his buttons—and enjoyed doing it.

After the interview wrapped up, Heeseung found himself unable to resist the urge to confront M/n. "What do you think you're playing at?" he hissed as the other members dispersed. "Stealing the show like that?"

M/n raised an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair with a casual air. "Just doing my job, sunbae." The way he said it, all sugary sweet with a hint of sass, only made Heeseung's blood boil more. "If you've got a problem with it, maybe you should work on your own charm."

Heeseung's jaw tightened. "Don't patronize me," he snapped. "I don't need to steal attention. I earn it."

M/n's eyes narrowed, the playfulness in them replaced with a hint of steel. "Oh, I see. So you think you're above me?"

Heeseung stepped closer, his voice low and dangerous. "You're the one acting like you're on top of the world. And let me tell you, that's not where you belong."

M/n's smirk grew. "Is that so? Then maybe you should come down from your high horse and show me what you're really made of." The challenge in his voice was unmistakable.

Heeseung felt the tension coil in his stomach, an unfamiliar mix of anger and something else—desire. He didn't know what had come over him, but he couldn't ignore the way M/n's words made his pulse race. "Fine," he bit out. "If that's what you want, I'll show you."

Jungwon, the group's leader, stepped between them, a hand on each of their shoulders. "Guys, come on," he said, his voice a calm reprimand. "This isn't the time or the place."

Heeseung took a step back, his eyes never leaving M/n's. "We're not done," he said through gritted teeth.

M/n simply shrugged, a smug smile playing on his lips. "Looking forward to it," he replied, his voice dripping with the promise of a fight.

The next day, backstage at a music show, the tension between Heeseung and M/n was palpable. They'd barely spoken since their heated exchange, the air thick with the electricity of unspoken words. As the members of ENHYPEN and TXT mingled, Heeseung couldn't help but steal glances at M/n, his frustration simmering below the surface.

The moment came when they were called to rehearse, one last time, their collaborative stage units : (M/n & Yeonjun) (Heeseung, Taehyun & Sunghoon) (Jake, Beomgyu & Jay) (Soobin & Niki) (Huening Kai, Sunoo & Jungwon). As Heeseung watched M/n and Yeonjun run through their routine, something snapped. The way M/n's body moved so effortlessly, the way Yeonjun's eyes followed him, it was too much. Jealousy and desire collided within him like a volatile storm, the pressure building until he could no longer contain it.

It was the last performance left, M/n and Yeonjun's unit. Heeseung watched from the side as M/n and Yeonjun's chemistry sizzled on stage. The way M/n's hips rolled, the way Yeonjun's eyes devoured him, it was a performance that had the audience screaming and the fan cams flashing. Heeseung felt his hands clench into fists, his nails digging into his palms. He couldn't stand the sight of it—how easily M/n stole the spotlight, how naturally he flirted with the very air around him.

As the performance drew to a close and the cheers grew deafening, Heeseung's jealousy boiled over. He waited for the crowd to die down, for the other members to congratulate M/n, and for the stage to clear. And then, as the lights dimmed and the cameras switched off, Heeseung made his move.

He stormed into M/n's private dressing room, slamming the door behind him. "What the hell was that?" he demanded, his voice a low growl.

M/n looked up from where he was toweling off his sweat-drenched hair, surprise flickering in his eyes before they darkened with something Heeseung hadn't seen before—desire. "Just giving the fans what they want," M/n replied, his voice low and sultry."Isn't that what we're all here for Hyung?"

Heeseung's breath hitched at the blatant provocation, the way M/n's eyes roamed over his body as if he were the one on stage. The room felt smaller, the air thick with the scent of their combined sweat and the lingering tension that had been building between them for weeks.

"You think you're so fucking hot, don't you?" Heeseung spat out, unable to mask the tremor in his voice. "Strutting around like you own the place."

M/n's smile was knowing, a silent dare. "Do I?" He stood up, closing the space between them. His eyes never left Heeseung's, the challenge in them unmistakable.

Heeseung's chest tightened, his heart hammering against his ribs. He was acutely aware of M/n's proximity, the heat of his body, the scent of his cologne—sharp and spicy—invading his personal space. "You know you do," he said, his voice hoarse. "It's all everyone talks about."

M/n reached out and placed a hand on Heeseung's chest, his touch feather-light, yet it sent a jolt of electricity through Heeseung's body. "Is that why you're so upset?" he murmured, his voice a purr. "Because everyone's looking at me?"

Their eyes locked, and for a moment, Heeseung felt like he could drown in the depths of M/n's gaze. He could see the mischief dancing in them, the way they seemed to say, 'I know exactly what you're feeling, and I'm enjoying every second of it.' He wanted to shove M/n away, to wipe that smug look off his face, so he turned M/n around and bent him against the table, pressing their bodies together.

M/n gasped, Heeseung's breath hot against his neck. "Is this what you want?" Heeseung taunted, his voice thick with lust. "To be punished for being such a brat?"

M/n's heart raced, his breathing shallow. He didn't resist as Heeseung's hands roamed his body, tracing the lines of his abs through his damp shirt. "Hyung!" he protested weakly, but his voice was laced with excitement.

Heeseung leaned in closer, his teeth grazing M/n's ear. "You drive me crazy," he murmured, his breath hot and tickling. "I hate it, but I can't get enough of you."

M/n's body responded before he could even form a coherent thought, his breath hitching as Heeseung's hands continued to explore. He felt the firm pressure of Heeseung's dick against his back, and the realization hit him like a ton of bricks—his sunbae wanted him, and not just in the way of a rivalry. It was raw, animalistic attraction.

"Then why don't you do something about it?" M/n shot back, his voice a challenge. He knew he was playing with fire, but the thrill was too intense to ignore.

Heeseung's grip tightened on M/n's hips, his mind racing. He knew he should stop, that this was a line they couldn't uncross, but the desire that had been festering within him was too strong. "You want me to fuck you until you can't even remember your own lines?" he growled, the words leaving his mouth before he could think better of it.

M/n's eyes widened, but instead of pushing him away, he leaned back, his body arching into Heeseung's touch. "I bet your lame excuse for a dick couldn't even make me cum," he retorted, the challenge in his voice unmistakable.

Heeseung's grip tightened, the dare in M/n's words making him harder than he'd ever been. "We'll see about that," he whispered, his hands moving to unbuckle M/n's pants. The younger idol's breath caught as Heeseung's fingers brushed against the growing bulge in his underwear.

M/n's eyes fluttered shut, his body betraying his words as Heeseung pulled his cock free, stroking it roughly. He couldn't believe this was happening—his rival, his sunbae, the one person he'd been trying to ignore for so long, was touching him like this. But it felt so good, so right, that he couldn't bring himself to stop it.

Heeseung's touch was surprisingly gentle despite the harshness of his words. He stroked M/n with a practiced ease that had the younger idol biting his lip to stifle a moan. The friction was exquisite, sending waves of pleasure crashing through him. He could feel the tension in Heeseung's body, the tremble in his hand, and it only served to make him more turned on.

"You like that?" Heeseung murmured, his breath hot against M/n's neck. "You like it when I touch you like this?"

M/n's only response was a whimper of pleasure, his body trembling in Heeseung's grasp. He knew he should push him away, but the sensation was too much to resist. The room was a cocoon of desire, the tension of their rivalry giving way to something more primal.

Heeseung's hand moved faster, his thumb circling the sensitive head of M/n's cock. The younger idol leaned back into him, his body begging for more, even as his mind screamed for him to regain control. "You're so fucking beautiful," Heeseung breathed into M/n's ear, the words sending a shiver down his spine.

M/n's eyes snapped open, his gaze meeting Heeseung's in the mirror. The raw hunger in his sunbae's eyes was unmistakable, and it sent a thrill through him that was equal parts terror and excitement. "I-I'm not," he stuttered, his voice a breathless whisper.

Heeseung smirked, his strokes growing more insistent. "Lying won't do you any good here," he said, his voice thick with lust. "I know exactly how much you want this."

M/n couldn't deny the truth in Heeseung's words. His cock was hard and leaking precum, his body eagerly responding to the older idol's touch. But he didn't want to admit it, not like this. He turned to face Heeseung, his eyes flashing with defiance. "Prove it," he dared, pushing back against the hand that held him.

Heeseung's smirk grew, his eyes dark with desire. He leaned in, his teeth catching M/n's earlobe in a gentle nip. "With pleasure," he murmured, his hand going to his cock, stroking it to full hardness. He pushed M/n's pants down further, exposing his firm ass to the cool air. M/n's breath hitched, his cheeks flushing at the blatant display of dominance.

M/n felt a strange mix of fear and excitement as Heeseung's hand moved from his cock to his ass, spreading his cheeks apart. He had never been taken like this before, but something about the way Heeseung was claiming him—like he owned every inch of his body—was intoxicating. He could feel the older idol's dick pressing against him, hot and demanding, and his own cock twitched in response.

Heeseung's hand slipped lower, teasing M/n's hole with a slick digit. "So tight," he murmured, his voice filled with a possessive need that made M/n's toes curl. "I bet you're going to feel so good around me."

M/n's eyes squeezed shut as Heeseung's finger breached him, the sensation a mix of pain and pleasure that had his knees buckling slightly. He bit his lip to keep from crying out, his body already begging for more. He could feel the head of Heeseung's cock nudging against his entrance, the blunt pressure making him shiver.

"Ready?" Heeseung's voice was a low, seductive growl, the question more of a demand than anything else.

M/n nodded, his breath shallow, his eyes never leaving Heeseung's in the mirror. He felt the pressure increase as Heeseung's cock began to push inside him, the stretching sensation both agonizing and exhilarating. He couldn't believe he was letting this happen, but the desire to feel Heeseung's dominance over him was too much to resist.

With one swift motion, Heeseung pushed all the way in, making M/n gasp. The older idol's grip on his hips tightened, his teeth sinking into M/n's shoulder as he held still for a moment, giving him time to adjust. The pain was intense, but it was quickly overtaken by the feeling of fullness, of being claimed by someone who had always been just out of reach.

M/n's nails dug into the dressing table, his breaths coming in short, sharp pants. He could feel every inch of Heeseung, the thickness of him filling him completely. "F-uck," he murmured, the word a plea and a curse all at once.

Heeseung pulled back slowly, watching M/n's face in the mirror, savoring the look of ecstasy and pain. "That's it," he coaxed, his voice a dark whisper. "Take it all."

M/n's eyes watered as Heeseung began to move, his hips snapping in a rhythm that was punishing and precise. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure and pain crashing through him, making his legs shake. He could feel the tension in Heeseung's body, the way his abs tensed with each movement, and it only served to spur him on.

Heeseung's strokes grew deeper, more demanding, his hand reaching around to grip M/n's cock in time with his thrusts. The younger idol couldn't help but moan, his body moving in sync with Heeseung's, his own hand reaching back to grip the older idol's hip, urging him faster.

Their eyes remained locked in the mirror, the reflection a warping blur of desire and anger. Each thrust was a declaration of power, a silent admission of the attraction that had been simmering beneath the surface for so long. The room was filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, their harsh breaths, and the occasional moan that slipped past their clenched teeth.

M/n's body began to move of its own accord, pushing back against Heeseung's invasive cock, begging for more despite the burn. His own hand wrapped around his dick, stroking in time with Heeseung's punishing rhythm. He could feel his orgasm building, the pressure in his balls tightening with every stroke.

Heeseung's grip on M/n's hips grew bruising as he slammed into him, his eyes never leaving their reflection. "You're going to cum for me," he ordered, his voice gruff and demanding. "You're going to show everyone who you really belong to."

M/n's eyes rolled back in his head, the sensations overwhelming him. He didn't know if he could handle much more, but the thought of denying Heeseung anything was unbearable. His body was a live wire, every nerve ending alight with pleasure. "Hyung," he gasped, his voice trembling. "Please…"

Heeseung leaned in closer, his breath hot against M/n's neck. "What do you want?" he taunted, his voice low and velvety. "You want me to fill you up until you can't take it anymore?"

M/n's eyes snapped open, the fire in his gaze matching the heat between their bodies. "Yes!" he hissed, the word a desperate plea. "I want to feel you everywhere."

Heeseung's pace grew frenzied, his hand moving in tandem with his hips, stroking M/n's cock mercilessly. "You're going to scream my name," he murmured, his voice a seductive promise. "You're going to remember this every time you perform with him."

M/n's eyes widened at the mention of Yeonjun, but the anger it brought only served to fuel his arousal. He threw his head back, his mouth opening in a silent scream as he came, his hot cum spurting over the dressing table, mixing with the sweat that coated their bodies. Heeseung watched the display with a smug smile, his own climax not far behind.

Their bodies remained entwined, both trying to catch their breath, the silence in the room deafening. Heeseung's hand remained wrapped around M/n's still-hard cock, his own dick buried deep inside the younger idol. They were both panting, sweat glistening on their skin, the scent of sex thick in the air.

M/n's mind was a whirlwind of emotions—shock, pleasure, and a strange sense of satisfaction. He had never allowed himself to be so vulnerable before, especially not with someone he had such a tumultuous relationship with. But as Heeseung slowly withdrew, leaving him feeling empty, he realized he didn't regret a single moment of it.

The silence stretched between them, heavy with the aftermath of their encounter. Heeseung took a step back, his eyes still locked on M/n's in the mirror, his chest heaving. The desire in his gaze had transformed into something else—a mix of possessiveness and uncertainty.

M/n's breathing evened out, his body still trembling from the force of his orgasm. He straightened up, pulling his pants up with shaky hands. He could feel the wetness on his thighs, a testament to their explosive encounter. He turned to face Heeseung, his expression unreadable. "What now?" he asked, his voice a low murmur.

Heeseung looked at him, his own eyes dark and unreadable. He didn't know what to say—the raw emotion coursing through him was a tangle of anger, lust, and something else he couldn't quite put his finger on. "Now," he said, his voice gruff, "we clean up and pretend like this never happened."

M/n nodded, his cheeks flushed with both pleasure and embarrassment. He knew Heeseung was right—what had happened between them was explosive, and it couldn't be undone. They had to keep it a secret, for the sake of their group, their careers, and their "friendship".

The two of them cleaned up in tense silence, the reality of what they had just done weighing heavily on their shoulders. As Heeseung zipped up his pants, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of regret—not for the act itself, but for the mess they had created. Their rivalry had always been a dance of fire and ice, but this was something else entirely.

M/n stared at his reflection in the mirror, his eyes glazed over with a mix of disbelief and desire. He had never allowed anyone to touch him like that, to claim him so completely. He knew he should be furious, but all he felt was a strange sense of… completeness.

Heeseung turned away first, avoiding M/n's gaze as he grabbed his shirt from the chair. He knew that if he looked into those eyes again, he'd be lost. He couldn't explain the possessive need that had overtaken him, or the way his heart was racing in his chest. This wasn't supposed to happen—not with M/n, not like this.

M/n watched Heeseung leave, his own heart racing. He felt a strange mix of emotions. He was hurt by Heeseung's coldness, but also intrigued by the intensity of their encounter. He knew that Heeseung wasn't one to back down from a challenge, and in a twisted way, this was his way of claiming victory.

[beargyu313]

Teach me all about your love language

It was supposed to be a chill night with friends and rosé, not you practically crying and begging Soobin to eat you out like he means it

Oops.

Tags: pussy eating, begging, desperation, cheating, forbidden romance, pussy drunk Soobin, hair pulling, some spanking,,, that’s it really

CW: the ending is kinda angsty :O

WC: 4.1k

A/N: Back with another TXT fic :),, this fic was inspired by my munch urges:( (hence all the begging hehe), hope everyone likes it<3

MDNI as always, this is a fictional work that is not representative of anyone mentioned in the story.

You don't know why you came to this hang out really. Soohyun said it would only be you and your other friend Karina. But of course she had to bring her boyfriend – Beomgyu. And since he was here Soohyun also decided to invite Kai, who she swears she isn’t crushing on, but you don’t believe her. And now you’re in your current predicament, fifth wheeling (?) and sitting on Soohyun’s couch in a dress that’s way too short and way too sexy to not even go out in. I mean really, if they wanted to go on a double date they should’ve just said so. But no, now you’re wasting a very sexy outfit by switching through the TV channels.

It's just past 9 p.m. and somehow you guys are already halfway through your second bottle of Rosé. The front door creaks open, and you barely look up, expecting maybe another friend of Beomgyu's or someone Soohyun forgot to mention. Instead, it’s him.

Soobin.

Your best friend's older brother, who hasn’t been around in months thanks to his new girlfriend who insists on spending every single minute with him. Disheveled hair, hoodie sleeves pushed up, car keys still in hand. He pauses in the doorway like he wasn’t expecting a full house. His eyes skim over the room, landing briefly on Beomgyu and Kai. His jaw ticks. And then

He sees you.

For a beat, he doesn’t move. Doesn’t blink. Just looks. His gaze drops slowly and you can almost feel his touch on your exposed legs. Flustered, you slightly adjust yourself, crossing your legs over. You suddenly forget how to hold the remote. Or breathe.

“Didn’t know we were hosting tonight,” he says, voice low and dry. He glances at Soohyun, but his eyes flick back to you for a split second longer than they should.

Soohyun rolls her eyes from across the room. “It’s chill. Just a couple people.”

Soobin hums, noncommittal. Soobin hums, noncommittal. Then walks off toward the kitchen, tossing his keys onto the counter with a metallic clatter that makes Soohyun flinch.

She leans toward you a second later. “Ugh, he’s gonna say something. Come with me? Just in case he tries to act like Dad.”

You follow her, still gripping your cup, definitely not because you’re curious to see Soobin up close or whatever.

He doesn’t look up when you both step in. Just opens the fridge, grabs a water bottle, and unscrews the cap with one hand like he's annoyed it even exists.

“You know,” he says without looking at her, “I didn’t think you were the type to invite over a bunch of drunk guys while Mom and Dad are gone.”

Soohyun scoffs immediately. “Relax. Beomgyu’s with Karina, and Kai's the shyest person on earth. You act like I invited the whole frat house.”

Soobin finally turns to face her, but his eyes flick to you. And this time, he lets them stay for a second too long.

He tilts his head slightly, still speaking to Soohyun, but his gaze is on you when he says, “Still, you know how guys are. Anything could happen.”

“Soobin, chill,” you say, voice lighter than you feel. “Besides, I don’t think anything stupid's gonna happen.”

Soobin finally looks away, smiling faintly like he knows you’re lying.

“Sure,” he says. “If you say so.” And with that he leaves you guys, going upstairs. You swallow down the urge to follow him up. Seeing him and speaking to him after having not seen him for months, has made you realize just how much you missed him. It's not like you have a crush or anything, but the tension between you two always seems to build whenever you're left alone. Which isn't often and is even less often now that he has a girlfriend.

It's probably for the best that you haven't seen him, you should avoid him really, lest you embarrass yourself. And with that thought you pour yourself another glass of rosé, and begrudgingly return to the living room.

You do your best to shake it off, his voice, that look. But it lingers in your head like the rosé warming your throat. You try not to read into it. Like you always do. Always think he means something more when he talks to you like that, stares at you like that. You wish it didn’t make your heart race.

Back in the living room, Soohyun’s laughing too loud at something Beomgyu said, Karina’s half-asleep on the carpet, and you’re once again stuck hugging your drink like a lifeline. You scroll mindlessly on your phone, legs tucked under you, pretending not to check the hallway every few minutes.

And then you hear them. Footsteps.

Soobin’s coming back downstairs, his hair damp now, like he just stepped out of a quick shower. He’s in a black hoodie and gray sweats. Looking casual yet it doesn’t stop you from clenching your thighs together. You look up right as he passes the living room entrance and that’s when it happens.

His eyes catch yours. Linger.

It’s subtle, almost nothing. But he rakes his gaze over you slowly, like he’s cataloging everything you’re wearing. Bare legs, glossed lips, the way your top hugs your chest when you shift to sit up straighter. He doesn’t smile. Doesn’t nod. Just looks. And keeps walking toward the kitchen again.

You hesitate. But your legs move before you can stop them.

You follow him into the kitchen, again.

When you step into the kitchen, he’s got the fridge open, looking like he’s deciding on another soda. He glances over his shoulder at you without turning fully around. “You run out of wine already?”

You shrug. “Something like that.”

His eyes flick down to your legs again, then back to your face. You lean against the counter across from him, sip slowly from your cup, and cock your head.

“Your girlfriend must be blind if she let you walk around like that.” For a moment, silence. No smile. No teasing comeback. Just his eyes on you.

“You think she’d care,” he says, low and even, “if I let you look instead?”

You think your brain shortcuts in that moment, and now all you can hear is the if I let you look instead? looping in your skull. You laugh but it comes out too soft, too breathy.

“I didn’t say I was looking,” you say, voice almost convincing. Soobin raises an eyebrow, then shuts the fridge. “Right. Just happened to follow me in here. Twice.”

You open your mouth. Close it again. God, he’s annoying. And right.

He leans back against the counter now, beer bottle dangling loosely from his hand. There’s something unreadable in his expression, like he’s sizing you up. Not in a gross way. In a curious way. Like he’s finally trying to figure out if you’re really as innocent as you pretend to be.

Or if he’s safe to keep playing with fire. If his sister potentially finding out is worth having this moment with you.

“I thought you weren’t staying here anymore,” you say after a second, desperate to shift the energy even a little. “Soohyun said you practically live at your girlfriend’s place now.”

His mouth twitches. Not quite a smile. “Yeah, well.”

You raise your brows, waiting. He shrugs. “She’s been... weird lately.” That’s all he gives you. No dramatic explanation. Just a tired, half-hearted answer, like he doesn’t really want to talk about it but doesn’t want to lie either.

“So... you’re fighting?”

He snorts, then drinks. “We’re always fighting.”

Your stomach flips at that. You shouldn’t care. You really shouldn’t care. But it suddenly feels like a door cracked open, even just a little. And Soobin seems to note the subtle shift in you demeanor.

He glances at you again. “Why? You worried I’m off-limits?”

You take a sip, eyes locked with his over the rim of your glass. “You were never on limits.”

Soobin smiles really smiles this time and it’s so devastatingly smug you want to smack it off his face. Or kiss it.

“You’re cute when you lie,” he says quietly. “Terrible at it. But cute.”

He steps closer. Not much, but it’s close enough that you can smell the soft scent of his shampoo, boyish but with undertones of something more, something that makes you dizzy.

You don’t move.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you murmur, eyes dropping to his mouth.

He lets out a quiet laugh. “Like what?”

You glance back up, all wide-eyed and flushed and still pretending to play it cool. “Like you know what I’m thinking.”

“I do.”

You open your mouth to deny it, but he tilts his head slightly, and that shuts you up real fast. Soobin’s voice lowers. “You’ve been looking at me all night.”

You swallow. He can see you trying not to react. “That’s not true.”

Soobin always thought you’ve always been cute when you lie. But this? The way you’re looking at him now, like you don’t want him to notice the way your thighs press together when he leans in, like your pulse isn’t visible in your neck, this is something else entirely. He’s never seen you quite this wanting and needy before, and it’s beyond exhilarating. Addicting even.

You’re flustered, and Soobin likes that. He likes the soft bite of your lip, the nervous way you tuck your hair behind your ear like you’re not trying to draw attention to yourself. Like he hasn’t been looking at your legs since the moment he walked in.

You try to speak, say something but he doesn’t even register what. It’s background noise to how hot you look, pressed up against the counter in that skirt, pretending like you’re not dying for him to touch you.

“Right. Just coincidence that every time I turn around, you’re staring at my mouth?”

You blink, caught.

God, you’re so easy to read. It’s cute, really. Dangerous. But cute. And he should walk away. He knows he should. You’re his sister’s friend. He has a girlfriend. But none of that really feels important when you’re right in front of him like this, pupils blown wide, breathing like you’ve just run a mile, practically trembling in that tiny little outfit like you want him to wreck you right here.

He watches you for a moment longer. Lets the silence stretch just enough to make you nervous. Then he leans close enough that you can feel his breath. He still hasn’t even touched you and that makes you on edge, anticipating his touch. You struggle to even your breath, but you know he notices the way your eyes can’t meet his intense gaze.

“We haven’t fucked in weeks,” he says, voice soft, confessional. “Always some excuse. Too tired. Not in the mood.” Your eyes flick up, searching his face.

“And I can’t stop thinking about how badly I want it,” he goes on. “How badly I want to taste someone again. Someone cute, someone who needs guidance, needs it just as badly as I do.”

You gasp involuntary, and it shoots straight through him.

He continues, slight smirk on his face as he leans in, lips almost touching, “I could eat it for hours,” he murmurs. “If you asked me to, it’s not cheating,” he says, eyes locked on yours. “Not if I don’t fuck you.”

He watches your lips part, the hesitation flickering behind your eyes like a dying match. You want to say something. Maybe a protest. Maybe a plea.

“All focus would be on you,” he says, voice dipped in honey and sin. “Your pleasure. That’s all this would be. Just me helping you scratch that itch you can’t quite reach.” His gaze drops, slow and deliberate. “I haven’t even touched you yet, and you’re already trembling.”

A beat passes. Then another. Your breath shudders in your chest.

“It’s cute, actually,” he adds, eyes flicking up to meet yours again. “Really makes me wanna help you feel good. I think that’s fair, don’t you?”

Your brain is fogged, every thought slipping through your fingers like smoke. You look up at him, helpless. Instinct takes over before sense can catch up. And Soobin smiles. Soft, knowing, cruel. He can see what you're fighting. The need in your eyes, the slight part of your lips. He wonders how you’ll look when that control finally breaks, flushed, eyes glassy, mouth slack.

You speak, finally, but even your voice betrays you. “We shouldn’t do this, Soobin,” you whisper. “Soohyun’s gonna kill me. And your girlfriend— I really should leave.”

You try to step away, but he doesn’t budge. His tall frame shadows yours, blocking the exit like a decision you don’t want to make.

“You’re not doing anything wrong,” he murmurs. “You’re just letting me help you feel good.”

Then he leans in, fingers brushing against your hip, just enough pressure to make your skin twitch under his touch. Just enough to remind you how close he is. How much closer he could be.

“You want me to show you?” he says, voice a whisper against your ear. “What it feels like… when someone actually gives a fuck about your pleasure?”

You nod. Soobin pulls back, looking down at you as if trying to intimidate you.

“Use your words, baby.”

You swallow hard. “Yes.”

His brow lifts, unimpressed. “I think you can do better than that.”

Your stomach flips. His voice is calm, soft and annoyingly patient. A small part of you feels humiliated, begging your best friend’s brother to fuck you. But you stifle that feeling.

Your lips are in a subconscious pout as you look up at him, chest heaving and back arching, “Soobin, please,” you say, “I promise I’ll be good, just please-“

He steps back, his gaze unreadable. You actually whine.

“Come on.” His voice is quieter now, low and direct. “My room.”

You follow. You don’t even hesitate. Every step feels like your skin is buzzing, and when he opens the door and lets you in first, you nearly trip over yourself trying to get inside.

It’s what you expected his room to look like. Neat and minimal. No lights on except the glow from the hallway spilling in.

He closes the door behind you, slow and quiet, like he’s sealing something in.

“You always listen this well?” he asks, voice smooth and low.

You manage a shaky breath. “Only when it's you.”

He huffs a quiet laugh, but there’s nothing kind about it, you almost feel like he’s mocking you.

“Didn’t take you for the type,” he says, stepping closer. “But I guess I’ve got you figured out now, huh?”

You stare up at him, throat dry. “I don’t know what you mean.”

He tilts his head, eyes raking over you, voice dropping. “No? Then why do you look like you’re about to fall apart, and I haven’t even laid a hand on you yet?”

Then he does, his big hands softly cupping your waist, bringing you close to him. Your legs wobble. He kisses you softly, you quietly moan into the kiss already wanting more. Your hands tangle in his hair, chest touching his. His hands travel over the curve of your ass, reaching the short hem of your skirt. You gasp when his nails rake over the plush skin, bunching the skirt around your waist.

Soobin lands a firm slap to your buttcheck and the sting makes you ache even more. You gasp, basking in the sensation.

You’ve never felt this needy, this horny from a single kiss. You feel tears prick at your eyes, the ache in your core becoming too much. You try to subtly rub your legs together, trying to find a way to relieve this pressure.

And Soobin must notice, because he finally, finally reaches out exactly where you need him. His hands are grasping your ass, slowly inching together and pulling the flesh. First stretching the skin and then pushing your ass checks together. The sensation feels amazing on your cunt, the slight pressure and dirtiness of it making you whine.

You push your ass out, further pushing yourself into Soobin’s big hands.

“Good girl,” he breathes. “Just like that.”

Soobin kisses you slowly, almost indulgently, as if savoring the tension more than your lips. His hands skim over your waist, your hips, down to your thighs.

“Lay down Babygirl,” he tells you and you listen. You lay back against his pillow, skirt bunched up around your waist, and while he settles himself between your legs. You watch him, watch you when he reaches towards the pillow you’re laying your head on.

You lift your head up, allowing him to take it from you.

“Lift your hips,” he says and you oblige. Soobin puts the pillow underneath your hips and then he’s back to laying down between your hips.

“You look so pretty like this,” he tells you, voice deep and eyes dark, piercing. His hands caress your inner thighs. The light touch makes goosebumps rise on your skin and you shudder when he gently with barely any pressure brushes over your clothed lips.

"You're soaked through," he murmurs, voice low. With his middle finger he starts applying more pressure on your pussy, moving it over your clit with an unhurried pace.

“I can already tell you’re gonna taste so good, you smell so good,” he says, nuzzling his nose into your wanting sex. Your breath shudders out, “Soobin…”

“Soobine,” you whine, your hand reaches for his soft locks gently tugging, “stop being a tease,” you gasp.

He lifts himself up just enough so he can pull off your lacy panties. He sharply inhales when he takes them off, eyes fixed on your glistening pussy. You don’t notice him putting them in his front pocket.

You’re both breathing heavily and the dark and hungry look in his eyes doesn’t escape. Instead you try your best to memorize it for later.

He leans down to your inner thigh, lips grazing higher this time. Then his teeth catch the tender flesh of your inner thigh and he suckles in. Right below where you actually need him.

“Please,” you gasp, your voice cracking embarrassingly. But you’re too far gone to care.

“If I start, I’m not stopping until you’re shaking,” he says, voice heavy and lower than you’re used to hearing.

“Please, Soobin, please I don’t care—”

He hums against your skin. “God, you’re needy, aren’t you?” He kisses closer, closer. “Begging me like this… and I haven’t even touched you properly yet, I think I like like listening to you whine too much to give you what you want,” he teases, fingers exploring your pretty pussy, noting how the slightest pressure makes you hump into his fingers that are drawing circles onto your labia. He prods around your entrance and you can feel the wetness trickling down his fingers.

“Pleasepleaseplease-“ you beg, before he finally, finally tastes you. He starts off infuriatingly slow, flat tongue experimentally licking a couple of short licks.

You moan into his touch, arching your back into the pillow sitting under your ass. Soobin wraps his arms around you from underneath your thighs pressing his face onto your gushy pussy.

“You look so pretty like this, falling apart for me.”

Once used to the feeling of his flat tongue going over your clit he lightly sucks, groaning when you rub yourself against him. He pauses to kiss my thigh, adjusting it over his shoulder before his lips are back on me.

“You taste even better than I imagined,” he says and the admission flusters you, you never could of imagined your fantasies actually materializing. You moan out loud when he sucks on your clit, tongue latching onto you. His middle finger is applying pressure around your hole, not sliding it in but rubbing all around it.

You try to stop the loud noises coming out, your hand on your mouth. Soobin  notices, “It’s okay, be loud. I want to hear everything.”

You bite your lip, trying to stay quiet, “what about the others-“ you start, but the thought dies on your tongue when he flattens his tongue just right and you cry out, hands flying to his hair. “S-Soobin—oh my god—”

He can tell you’re getting close, flicking his tongue over your clit whilst slightly suckling on your clit. The feeling mixed with him pushing two fingers just past your entrance, one knuckle deep is enough to bring you closer to climax.

You practically hump his mouth, pushing his fingers in and out of you just he way you like it.

You gasp out before holding your breath in, “that’s my good girl,” Soobin mumbles pushing his two fingers fully into you. He hooks them, feeling around your velvety walls when you cum. Your walls pulsating against his fingers and you can feel him moan. He licks you clean, letting you come down.

You feel like your pussy is actually buzzing and pulsating and when you look down and see Soobin looking up between your legs you feel close again.

You whine, dropping back on bed when Soobin sharply sucks on you again, fingers moving in and out of you at a fast pace.

“C’mon sweetie, I know you can give me another,” he says, experimentally sucking on your clit in short, sharp intervals. The pleasure is so intense you feel tears building up in your eyes.

Soobin notices the glassy look in your eyes, and you feel him smirk against you. “Cry all you want. I’m not stopping till your thighs are shaking.”

And he keeps to that promise, ravaging you like a starved man until you’re gasping, pleading for mercy.

““I—I don’t know, I can’t think—just don’t stop, please…” You don’t even process what you’re saying when you feel your second orgasm building.

“Fuck, don’t stop Soobie, oh my god,” you moan through tears.

Your whole body stills, the intensity of the orgasm rendering you frozen. You don’t even realize your leg locked Soobin into you and he doesn’t seem to mind either. Patiently waiting for you to come down.

The room is quiet except for your breathing. Harsh, ragged, uneven. You’re still shaking slightly when he finally pulls away, resting his forehead lightly against your thigh before sitting back.

He doesn’t speak for a long moment. You keep staring at the ceiling, blinking away the tears still clinging to your lashes.

Then, quietly, “You okay?”

You nod, swallowing hard. “I think so.”

He brushes your calf with the back of his hand, gentle. “You were perfect.” You don’t say anything.

Soobin stands and disappears for a second. He comes back with a warm towel and helps clean you up, careful and wordless, as if to fill the silence with kindness instead of apologies.

Once he’s done, he lays beside you, careful not to touch you. He’s just… there, it’s starting to get awkward, so you force yourself to speak.

“I didn’t plan for this to happen,” you say, your voice nearly gone.

“I know.”

“But I wanted it.”

“I know,” he repeats, softer now. “Me too.”

You finally glance over. His eyes are on the ceiling, jaw tight like he’s holding back more than he’s saying. “I’m not gonna pretend this doesn’t make things messy,” you whisper.

He turns to face you now, leaning on one arm. “Messy’s better than pretending I don’t want you.”

You bite your lip, look away. “She’s going to hate me.”

“I don’t care.”

“That’s not fair.”

“It’s not. But you’re worth it.”

Your breath catches. You want to believe him. But guilt creeps up your throat like bile, “I feel like a bad person,” you admit.

Soobin shifts closer now, just enough for his hand to brush yours. “You’re not. You’re not bad. You’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever touched, ever tasted.”

You shut your eyes. “You can’t say things like that.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’ll believe them.”

He’s silent for a beat. Then quietly, honestly he says, “then believe them. Because they’re true.”

You exhale shakily, caught between wanting to stay and knowing you probably shouldn’t.

“I should go,” you whisper.

Soobin doesn’t try to stop you. But when you sit up, he gently pulls your hand to his mouth, pressing a kiss into your wrist.

“I’ll still think about this,” he murmurs. “About you.”

And as you slip quietly out of his room heart racing, stomach twisted, you already know you’ll be thinking about him too.

[lazyollie]

Ninjago headcanons- They're secretly in love with you

It's an obvious win for this headcanon so I don't have to wait with it any longer. Enjoy<3

Characters: Lloyd, Kai, Cole, Zane, Jay, Nya

Warnings: bad grammar, typos, cringe

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Lloyd

°× He becomes more shy when he's with you. Mostly when It's just you and him.

°× He paires you up with him a lot on missions without him noticing it. When you asked him about it his cheeks became red and just told you It's because of you skills.

°× He just likes to be with you

°× Would probably be more protective over you. He likes to be your little hero even if you could deal with it alone. (Talking about fights on missions).

°× I can sense he'd hide little loving notes in your pocket or etc. Like he secretly watching you get confused and search for the slightest blush on your cheeks when you found them.

°× When you blush he feels like winning but then he realises he wrote them anonimusly...

°× He likes to stay close to you. Like the ninjas are making a plan and somehow he's always next to you. (If he feels more confident your shoulders are touching each other's).

°× Poor guy is overheels for you, but can't it to show you. Can treat you platonic in front of others.

°× Or this is what he thinks he does. All the other ninjas know about his crush. How? It's in his eyes.

°× He has no idea how to hit on you so he hopes you will get the signs.

Kai

°× Oh my. His love for you is so obvious.

°× He flirts with you all the time that you started to questioning that he does this to anyone else.

°× He became extramely protective over you. If anyone dares to mess with you has already jumped on the person.

°× He shows off in front of you a lot. Tries everything to impress you. So that's why the trainings are leaving you all sweaty and blushy.

°× He always the one to treat you wounds after missions. You tried to ask him why, but he shushed you multiply times or ignored you.

°× He uses it as a way to spend more time with you, but if anyone confronted him about it he denied it.

°× He praises you a lot to the other ninjas to the point that they bored to death during these yapping session.

°× He's that type of person who likes to help you. In fights, at trainings and other stuff.

°× Even though he flirted with you like no one else it took him by surprise when you kissed him.

Jay

°× He's a whole mess. That's why he keeps his love for you as a secret.

°× Probably Kai convinced him to make a move, but Jay just refused. So he admired you from the distance

°× He awkwardly invited you to play video games with him. He likes to spend time with you.

°× When you play with him his attention is more on you than the game so you beat him on the game quite a lot.

°× He acted like he was upset about it, but he loved to see you smile and little winning dance.

°× Jay is really physical touch type of person, you might feel his hand on your shoulder.

°× Whenever he steps in the room the first he does is look for your face.

°× He might write little poems about you in his secret diary. Admire every single thing about you.

°× He would die instantly if you ever found them.

°× He worships you. Sometimes he can get irrelevantly worried about you. His signs are small, but it's not impossible to get...

Zane

°× He's the most subtle about it.

°× He's very observant when it comes for you. He remembers little details about what you like and your apperance.

°× His the first one who recognise if you changed something on yourself. Hair, stlye, anything.

°× Sometimes he points them out.

°× He's the quitest of the all the ninjas. That's why he likes to listen to you.

°× He likes to ask about your special interests so he can just listen to your cute voice.

°× He sometimes overhear you talking about what foods do you like and somehow the next day It's for lunch.

°× You asked him how does he always know what you like, but he just said "I don't know..Maybe I am a good guesser".

°× When his love for you was finally clear for him he asked Nya what should he do.

°× Her advices turned out well, but Zane was worried about losing you.

Cole

°× When he found out he fell in love he had a slight panic. You were really close friends, but if you don't feel the same it would destroy your friendship.

°× He was nervous around you. He didn't want to mess anything up. So he acted subtle about it.

°× But how he always made sure you take care of yourself made you question that It's more than just best friend thing.

°× Sometimes he sneaks out with you to the city to try new cakes at a local bakery. Such a sweet and innocent way to spend time with you.

°× You caught him staring at you a lot. Even from across the room. Those admiring eyes.

°× He became protective over you even more. He won't let anyone hurt you.

°× He shares his cake with you, no one else but you. It's a kind of way that he shows he has something for you.

°× When you guys hold eye contact he found himself lost in your eyes. He was awkwardly looking at you til you snapped him out of it.

°× He's extremely patient with you. He's with anyone, but with you even more.

°× His face immediately softens when he only hears your name.

Nya

(I had a lesbian panic while I was writing these headcanons lol)

°× For the first time she was confused why is her heart sped up around you all the time. Like why does she feel like this around you?

°× The confusion got replaced by a realisation. She didn't know what to do with this feeling.

°× She's normally a though girl, but this feeling got her soft and she didn't know how to feel about it.

°× She starts to open up about her life and her feelings what she doesn't share with anyone else.

°× She hugged you more often, totally acting platonic about it. She secretly or not likes physical touch.

°× Her love for you is far from secret. Everybody knew about it but they didn't dare to say anything about it.

°× She has a printed picture of you somewhere hidden in her gi. Even if you're not dating she likes to have your picture around her.

°× She started helping you a lot with your projects what you wanted to make (robots, guns, weapons etc.)

°× She feels no shame kicking butts who's owner hurt you. No one messes with her dear „best friend” under her watch.

°× Even though she knows you're fully capable to protect yourself she sometimes like to help out. She knows how is it feels so she only does it when you want her to.

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I think these secretly in love headcanons ended up as not a secret. By the end I started adding dating headcanons. When I realised I'm doing that I tried to replace them, but I think I left some. I didn't have so much idea.

Love y'all<3

[urcoolgf]

WHAT’S YOUR DEAL? PT. 6

pairing. childhood bsf¡rafe && childhood bsf¡reader

content. fluff. language.

summary. rafe's confession has you more disoriented than ever, and—no matter how much you want to—you can't just sweep it under the rug

SERIES MASTERLIST

what. the. fuck.

all you could do was stare at rafe—jaw slightly slacked, and eyes wide. there had been moments where you had jokingly flirted with each other, or pretended to be a couple on valentine's day to get free dessert, but it was never real… was it?

as he watched your expressions change he realized he had fucked up everything. you watched some type of fear, or maybe regret take over rafe's face as he quickly turned his head away, standing up from the bed.

"shit– shit. forget i said that 'kay? jus'… it doesn't matter. it was stupid—spur of the moment thing, y'know?," he began pacing again, purposefully avoiding your gaze.

"forget? rafe– how the fuck am i supposed to forget that you just said you're in love with me?!," you were in shock. you didn't know what to think, what to believe, what to say. you had never been this speechless in you life—regardless of the words you just uttered.

"y/n can you drop it?," he asked, but it was more of a command, "please…," he muttered quietly as if he was embarrassed he had said it in the first place. he was acting like he didn't even know what to do with himself—pacing, biting his nails, rubbing his eyes, running his hands through his buzzed hair, messing with the golden ring on his finger. he was doing everything but facing you, and facing what he had just said.

maybe somewhere deep down you weren't completely speechless. maybe way under the surface you might be happy that he said what he just did. maybe—but, nothing about this was a good idea.

"jus' forget about this conversation," he was about to leave the room before you stood quickly, grabbing his wrist before he could walk out. his eyes traced down to your delicate hand wrapped around him. you could see his gaze soften even though he wasn't looking at you—a soft smile tugging at his lips, forced back down so it didn't seem like he had any hopes of this going well.

"ray…," you hadn't called him that in ages. he could barely hear you. you spoke like you were scared of what you were going to say next—honestly, you were. you didn't think, just let your mouth take control.

"d'you mean that?," you weren't sure where this was going, weren't sure why you asked—you had enzo. you liked enzo. enzo was easy, and fun, and new, and… nice.

fuck.

you waited for his response with baited breath—you didn't know why. you had never seen him in that way, as something more than your best friend. so, why did the silence make your heart race?

"'course i did… ya really think i would say some detrimental shit like that as a joke?," his breathless laugh that followed was uneasy, and filled with anxiety—you could tell. that's the thing… you knew him—you just knew him. that's what was so dangerous about this.

you didn't know what to do. to stop yourself from doing something you might later regret, you just pulled him to you, burying your face in his chest as your arms wrapped around him tightly. his big arms, moved to wrap around your waist, and even though you had done this a million times your head was spinning. your skin was on fire, your stomach was doing flips, and your heart was skipping multiple beats. you wanted to believe this confession didn't change anything, but all this hug taught you was that things would never go back to how they were.

once you finally pulled apart, it looked like rafe was holding something back—whether it was words, or an action—you didn't know. before he let it consume him he spoke.

"'m gonna go, 'kay?," you nodded in response. you didn't really want him to leave, but it was better for both of you to think before you acted. he quietly turned to leave the room, giving you a brief smile before closing the door behind him. the sound of his footsteps retreating back to his own room echoed through your head.

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you woke up early to make some breakfast, and while you were mixing pancake mix you hear a familiar groggy voice behind you. you didn’t know it, but he had been there for a few minutes before speaking—admiring the way your cute little pajama set hugged your curves, and the way your curls fell down your slim back.

he couldn’t believe he had found you in this lifetime… what did he do to deserve you? he didn’t know, but you were definitely proof that there was a God. he finally spoke up, having stared at you for long enough—it was never long enough, he could stare at you for eternity wondering how you were even real.

"mornin'. what're you up to?," you turned your head to see a sleepy rafe lazily smiling at you, leaned over the kitchen island. he was shirtless—of course—because what man wouldn’t walk downstairs with his abs on full display after confessing his love to his best friend?

"makin' pancakes! want some?," you asked, trying to keep your gaze from lingering on his body for too long. this morning should have been awkward, but it was the opposite. it was like some type of weight had been lifted between you and rafe—at least, that's how you felt.

"sure," he replied, walking over to the refrigerator to get some orange juice. the next thing you know, his body heat is swarming you as his hand reaches into the cabinet above your head to grab a cup. his breath was hot on your neck—he was taller than you, and you could still feel it run down your back. it sent a slight shiver down your spine. he moved away, glass in hand, placing it on the counter and pouring some of the juice into it as if nothing had happened. maybe nothing did happen.

okay maybe the weight wasn't lifted—maybe it was heavier than ever, suffocating you underneath it until it was all you could think about.

'because i'm fucking in love with you,' it replayed in your head like a broken record. the desperation and defeat in his voice, the look in his eyes, the words themselves—it was consuming you.

you didn't know what to do. you liked enzo—at least, you thought you did. he was the perfect guy, and he clearly adored you. as if you didn't feel bad enough already, a ping came from your phone.

"who's texting you this early?," rafe asked as he made his way over to sit at the island, beginning to sip on his juice. his tone wasn't even jealous—it was almost as if confessing last night had made him… not insane? was that even possible?

enzo: Hey y/n! We still on to hang out today?

your mind was reeling—it was awful. enzo was so nice, and he deserved your undivided attention, but rafe's words were still stuck in your mind.

'because i'm fucking in love with you.'

y/n: hey! sorry… my dad made some last minute family plans. won't be free for another two days :(

enzo: Damn :( Just text me once you're free, have fun!

you felt awful lying to him—your plans weren't until tomorrow, but you needed time to process everything that had happened. it felt wrong to hear rafe confess his love to you, then turn around and hang out with enzo. no matter how much of an asshole rafe had been, and how amazing enzo had been…

rafe's voice snapped you out of your thoughts–

"y/n… are we good?," his voice was gentle, and caring—seriously was he just not batshit crazy anymore?

"yeah! yeah, we're good," a forced smile formed on your face. you wanted to be good, but it was hard now that you knew what you did.

"no, we're not," it was proving to be really hard to lie to someone who had known you your whole life. he said it like he was translating your words—like he knew how rattled you were.

"i guess i just don't know what you want me to say, rafe," you admitted. the pancake batter long forgotten, the bowl sitting on the counter you were now facing away from.

"i want you to be honest. lay it all out, y/n. i promise i can handle it," his words were reassuring, but the problem was you didn't even know what to 'lay out' your thoughts were messy, and discombobulated. you couldn't make a cohesive sentence about your feelings if your life depended on it.

you took a minute to try and formulate anything that you could give him. he just sat there, still sipping his orange juice from time to time, waiting for you to collect your thoughts.

you moved to sit down next to him, and he looked at you like he was surprised you were in proximity with him.

"i dunno ray… i mean– this," you motioned between the two of you, "could never work… right?"

"then imagine it could—what would you say then?," he was desperate, but he was getting better at hiding it.

"i'd say… i'd say it's totally crazy, and it would be messy and…," you trailed off, thoughts wandering to all the fun nights you had already had together—just as friends—images of you doing all the stupid shit you normally would, but with a different type of love in the picture. a small smile pulled at your lips, and unfortunately rafe caught it. he was studying you like he had to draw you from memory.

"and?," he didn't want to seem hopeful, but he almost couldn't help it—his playful smirk challenged you.

"and real, and… kinda beautiful," you finished. you didn't know what this confession meant, but it was the only true thing you knew right now. you didn't realize how little time you actually needed to 'figure this out' until your thoughts spilled out of you like they were the only real thing you had.

it all seemed so clear now—you had been through everything together. he knew you better than anyone. he knew you better than yourself. enzo was perfect, but he wasn't perfect for you. some girl, somewhere was going to be real lucky to have him—it just wasn't fair for you to take him, when deep down… you could never love him as much as you loved rafe.

"yeah? you meant it?," his smile was growing, and he looked like a hopeful little boy who had the world at his finger tips.

"mhm," you responded quietly before he basically launched himself into your arms, picking you up as you instinctively wrapped your legs around him. your laughter filled the room, and he swore he was gonna hold onto you forever, wrapping you up and holding you tight. after the past few days, he never wanted to let you go again. he never wanted to feel that close to losing you.

"gonna be the last man you ever need, promise baby" he spoke quietly into your ear.

an: yes i’m posting 6 hours after the last part—i got excited…

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Hey there !

Hope you have a great day/afternoon/night.

I was wondering if you could write how floyd, rook and jamil would react to a reader that is caring and playful but can be stubborn and impulsive when frustrated or angry, acting on her strong will without always thinking ahead.

You can add things if you feel like it too.

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☓┆Floyd, Rook, & Jamil x gn! reader (separate)

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ᝰ.ᐟ headcanons, no pronouns used, fluff

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Floyd would find your stubbornness hilarious—at least, at first. He’s the type to get a kick out of watching you dig your heels in, especially when you’re arguing with someone. If it’s a harmless situation, he’ll egg you on, adding fuel to the fire just to see how far you’ll go. He might even purposefully annoy you, pushing your buttons until you snap just because he enjoys seeing that spark of determination in your eyes.

But the second your impulsiveness leads to actual trouble? That’s when his amusement shifts to irritation. If you try to pick a fight, rush headfirst into danger, or ignore warnings, Floyd won’t hesitate to physically stop you. He’s freakishly strong, so all it takes is one arm slung around your shoulders—or throwing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes—to completely ruin whatever reckless plan you had.

Still, Floyd isn’t the type to sit you down for a serious talk. If you’re getting too worked up, he’s more likely to distract you than lecture you, using teasing, nicknames, or even just dragging you away for a "fun detour." But if things get really bad? If you actually get hurt because you weren’t thinking ahead? His usual playful demeanor disappears, replaced by something more dangerous—something angry.

“Ehehe, Shrimpy, you’re real funny when you get all mad like that~ But if you go bitin’ off more than you can chew, I will have to step in, ‘kay?”

"Hah? You’re not listenin’ to me? Fine then~ But don’t start cryin’ when I gotta carry ya outta trouble."

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Rook adores your fiery spirit. He finds beauty in the way you stand your ground, in the passion that fuels your playful and caring nature. Even when your stubbornness makes you act without thinking, he doesn’t get frustrated—rather, he sees it as another fascinating layer of your character. You remind him of a wild creature, untamed and free, and he takes great delight in observing how you handle challenges.

That being said, Rook is not blind to the dangers of impulsiveness. He knows there are times when acting on raw emotion can backfire, and when that happens, he’s always nearby—watching, waiting. He doesn’t interfere immediately. Instead, he lets you handle things on your own, stepping in only at the last possible moment to prevent catastrophe. And when he does step in, it’s always with an air of effortless grace, as if he had predicted the outcome all along.

Rather than scolding you, Rook prefers to guide you with poetic wisdom and strategic redirection. He won’t tell you outright to stop being reckless, but he will make you think about your choices, presenting them in a way that turns your own stubbornness into a strength rather than a flaw. He enjoys challenging you, pushing you to grow—not by force, but by intrigue.

“Ah, ma chérie/mon chéri, such fire! Such spirit! But do not let your passion burn so brightly that it blinds you to the dangers ahead, non?”

"Do you know what makes a true hunter? Not just passion, but patience. Strategy. Foresight. And you, my dear, have all the makings of a formidable one—if only you learn when to pause and take aim."

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Jamil finds your impulsiveness exhausting. He’s spent his entire life carefully planning, always thinking two steps ahead, ensuring everything runs smoothly without drawing too much attention. So when he sees you completely disregarding consequences and diving headfirst into trouble? It stresses him out.

At first, he tries to handle it logically. He warns you, explains the risks, tries to reason with you. But the more you brush off his concerns, the more irritated he becomes. Jamil doesn’t like dealing with unnecessary problems, and your recklessness is a perfect recipe for disaster. If you insist on charging forward without thinking, he’ll force you to stop—either by physically restraining you or by outsmarting you so that you have no choice but to listen.

However, deep down, Jamil understands you more than he lets on. There’s a part of him that respects your determination, your strong will—after all, he knows what it’s like to want to break free, to refuse to be controlled. He just wishes you’d be more careful about it. He hates seeing you get hurt, even if he’d never admit how much it bothers him.

"Honestly, do you ever stop to think before jumping into things? …Tch. Fine. If you’re going to be reckless, at least let me make sure you don’t get yourself killed."

“You’re stubborn. I get that. But if you must act on impulse, at least have the sense to cover your own weaknesses. No one’s going to save you if you don’t think ahead.”

[cheriden]

˙ . ˚ ₊ 「 txt most to least likely to have a corruption kink 」 ꜝꜝ

based off of this poll i did a while back, i got curious and could not stay silent any longer !!

these are according to my delusions please don't take them seriously

most

☆ SOOBIN

• the FREAKIEST member let's think a little guys • has canonically said a lot of questionable things, ik confirming his size kink doesn't equal corruption but look at that track record. moablr agrees with his top kinks right?? who else deserves number one but him • the type to place you on his lap and stroke your hair and caress your face to manipulate you into doing what he wants. • your sounds are his fuel, as he is to you. his hands are everywhere and his lops latch onto every surface of your body, trying to elicit as many noises from you as he can. • he's nearly euphoric when you grip so hard on his skin like you can't take it, babbling on about how it's too much for you • the idea of tainting you, your body and your innocence is the most appealing to him. how he'd make sure you wouldn't run to anyone else but him • the picture of his cum leaking out of you is forever etched in his mind; it's art to him

☆ TAEHYUN

• always talking abt how cute members are when they cry... a lowkey freak but i see you • loves every facial detail you make when he eats you out: the furrow of your eyebrows, the parting of your lips, your back arching into the air when his nose presses against your pussy. • snarky and manipulative, more forceful in his methods and takes a meaner approach than the rest • will degrade you so so much and then love bomb you afterwards, sometimes both at the same time and he loves watching you cry over it. • will shove you around on every surface, dragging you around almost as if you were pliant in his hands. • calls you angel, would love o knock you down to his level • he smirks when your moans get pitchier, hips losing rhythm before he ruins your orgasm by pulling out, entering immediately afterwards. he loves the way you ball up and writhe against him, clinging onto him.

☆ BEOMGYU

• he's not aware of the fact that it's actually a kink, moves based on his gut feeling • i don't think he would think abt it as often but like it would be activated with a catalyst event of some sorts. it's the small things, you look up at them sparkly-eyed, unconsciously pushing his buttons all at once. • i don't think he would think abt it as often but like it would be activated with a catalyst event of some sorts. it's the small things, you look up at them sparkly-eyed, unconsciously pushing his buttons all at once. • like it's almost primal for him, for his body to act on his own • wet and sloppy kisses all over your face, loves when you're covered in his bodily fluids, smearing his spit/cum all over the skin it stained.

☆ YEONJUN

• calls you every petname and obscenity in the book, alternating depending on how desperate or eager you are for him. You can never tell which way he's gonna call you, sometimes the lines get blurred om whether it's mean or a praise. • he laughs when you grind into his hips with your clothing still on, refusing to verbally admit any form of want for him. he's too much of a tease since you won't tell him what he needs • he wants you to know what you want, to expose you to as many things as he can, especially in regards to your sexuality. • he also thinks your a flower, but in a sense that with his help you'd bloom. he'll care for you and nurture you, mold you into what he believes is your most happy and satisfied you. lust is normal, and he wants you to open your eyes to it.

☆ KAI

• thinking abt it is hot,,,, so hot,,,,, but they're all freaks and on a scale i wish he was higher but alas 😔 • he makes it look like your exploring unexplored territory together. secretly, and maybe he'd even have a hard time admitting it to himself, he knows exactly what he wants out of you • it will take him a while before he can be sure about corrupting you, but when you do things so cutely, unknowing of how he's looking at you or thinking about you, it builds up until one day he just stops restraining himself and does whatever he wants. • what he wants, is dollification! he will dress you up and praise you, making a mess out of you with all of his hand-picked clothing on, only to tear it all down. • he loves to see you work for his satisfaction, watching you try your hardest not to gag around him or lose rhythm when you're on top of him.

least

back to navi!

[cheeseceli]

Cuddling for the first time

Pairing: ot5!TXT × gn!reader (individually)

Genre: fluff, reactions

Request: hiiiii, can you please write smth about cuddling with txt for the first time?

Warnings: physical touch, some of them are established relationships and some are not, they are panicking a bit but it's okay

A/n: i never know when I'm writing them accurately or not😭 | daily click

Yeonjun

‌Overall, he's trying to be normal

‌And honestly

‌He's actually succeeding a bit

‌He is internally panicking of course

‌And if you focus for a bit you will notice how his hands seem to be shaking a bit

‌Or how his heart is beating kinda fast

‌But !

‌He's good at pretending

‌Trying his best to just seem confident and maybe even cocky

‌Makes some jokes here and there

‌Might harmless tease you for a second to forget that he is the one freaking out

‌But after a while he actually gets normal instead of just acting like it !

‌And trust me, after the first cuddle session he will get more confident

‌And he will initiate maaany more

Soobin

‌He is also trying to be normal

‌But he is actually failing

‌It's even a bit funny to see honestly 😭

‌Like, he's trying his best to seem cool

‌And so unbothered by all the situation

‌But tell me why he suddenly starts to laugh mid hug

‌I can see him cuddling you, being chill at first

‌And then he just lets out the most panicked laugh ever

‌And then he goes back to his previous position like nothing happened

‌You're like ?? but he's ignoring it

‌But once you guys start to talk about everything and anything

‌He gets more comfortable

‌He even forgets that he was feeling all awkward before

‌Might even bring you closer while he talks about whatever is going on in his mind

Beomgyu

‌I was picturing this sort of like

‌First time cuddling in a relationship! And all this fluff

‌But let's be honest

‌He's already cuddling with you when you both were just friends

‌And unless you manage to be even more hyper than him

‌He is probably the one initiating all cuddling sessions

‌And he's extremely happy while doing so

‌All smiley and basically crushing you under his hold

‌He's also one to tease you a little if you're shy

‌But all in good fun

‌After a while it even feels weird to be around him without him being basically attached to you

‌So it's safe to say you get used to him cuddling you in no time

Taehyun

‌His situation is the opposite of Beomgyu's

‌I can't imagine him cuddling you just as friends

‌It would have to be after you two get in a serious relationship

‌Even then it might take a while

‌But you know when his eyes shine

‌(His eyes genuinely have the ability to shine, it's incredible)

‌And then he smiles

‌He would have that face when cuddling you

‌Like he couldn't be happier to be there

‌I also think that he would be the one to initiate?

‌Like yes, he was all shy and nervous

‌But he also really wanted it

‌So he would gently bring you closer

‌And just put his chin over your shoulder

‌And that would become a cuddling session

‌Now he has the biggest smile ever on his lips, hoping you won't notice how happy that makes him

Hueningkai

‌He is also kinda like Taehyun in the sense that it would take a while

‌He's hesitant and nervous

‌So yeah, you would need to wait a little

‌Until he feels more comfortable

‌And when he finally becomes comfortable he would overthink

‌What if you are not comfortable?! If he makes a move but you're not ready it would be extremely awful!!

‌So yeah, help him a bit here please 😭

‌Give him hints or straight up initiate the physical contact

‌He will malfunction for a second but he will be very happy

‌He's also the type to furiously blush

‌His face is becoming a tomato as we speak

‌While Soobin suddenly laughs, Kai is suddenly giggling

‌But it's cute so 🙂‍↕️

Masterlist | you'll probably like: with a sleepy s/o

Reminder this is just fiction!! I'm not trying to portray real life and you shouldn't believe that this is how the members actually are. This is just for the vibe and the delulu!

Taglist (open!): @zzzzzwicked @yuyubeans @firstclassjaylee @sheraayasherrecs

Dividers by: @bernardsbendystraws | images 2 and 3

[toji-bunny-girl]

𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓✩’𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓

CHARACTERS— Santa!Gojo Satoru x pretty sexy gorgeous fem!reader SUMMARY— Supposedly another Christmas night being lonely and horny, you’re suddenly woken up by Santa coming to claim you your Christmas gift. WORD COUNT— 3k+ CONTENT WARNING— slight angst, swearing, smut, porn with plot, virginity lost, fingering, clit sucking, oral sex, no protection A/N— Merry Christmas, my fellow bitchless angels 😔 Ya’ll better not let this shit flop or else I’m going insane. btw guys God literally told me face-to-face that my dog is cuter than your pet 😨 it’s true tho

“So,” your co-worker, Mina started as she haled the roll-up gate down, flipping her long extensions behind her shoulder before grabbing the lock from your extended hand, “got any plans this Christmas?”

“I don’t know…I’ll probably go out with my friends to the new cat cafe. You?” you watched as her fingers worked deftly to lock the gate before trying to pull it open in an attempt to make sure she got it locked.

“Kai wants to visit Ginzan Onsen, said it’ll be the best place to ‘make love’ or something. I mean, long story short he thinks it’s a cute place to fuck,” Mina apprised, always a little bit too forward with her wordings—her bold personality and style amolous from yours.

Albeit she’s amiable and kind, you still couldn’t quite get used to her blatant forwardness despite working with her for the past 5 months. And Mina loved teasing you about how sensitive you are; already blushing from the mere word ‘fuck’.

“Look at how cute you are, (Y/N). Your face is starting to get red!” she giggled, pointing as you hit her arm, feeling your cheeks warming against the cold winter air. “You know, they say the shy-est are usually the kinkiest…”

“Just leave me alone, Mina!” you embarrassingly whined, slapping a palm over her glossed lips before pushing her away. She lets out a few satisfied laughs before raising her hands up in capitulation, already knowing when to stop before you get irritated at her.

“Alright, I’m sorry, ‘kay baby?” she cooed, plump lower lips jutting out into a pout as she wrapped her arms around your waist.

“You keep teasing me,” you frowned and pushed her stubborn hands off of you before you began walking towards the train station.

“Cuz’ you’re so cute. You’re always acting like such a virgin,” her arm hung over your shoulders and your body sunk forward at the sudden weight.

“Now, is there a problem with that…” you spoke lowly, flickering your sight towards her, wary of her reaction.

“You cannot be shitting me?!” Mina widened her eyes, two elder couples turning their attention on her egregious tone, “I mean like, look at you! You’re so pretty and such a good girl. Who wouldn’t want you?! I want you!”

“I don’t know…I just haven’t met the one.”

“There’s tons of guys who want you, (Y/N)! You gotta be a little bold, get out of your shell if you wanna meet ‘your one’.”

“Man…I just wish someone perfect for me who isn’t a creep would come to me,” you sighed, your hand holding onto Mina’s dangling one over your neck. Nearing the station, you could see Kai, her boyfriend already waiting by the entrance for her—probably heading to dinner together later on.

“You’ll find one for sure,” she glanced at you, a bright reassuring smile on her face, and you returned her one before feeling the weight on your shoulders lifted when she pulled her arm away, then waved at Kai.

“So, how was work today?” the male strode over, his two hands reaching out to hold Mina’s from the pockets of his coat before turning to greet you.

“It’s fine, lots of couples today,” she replied, following as you passed the ticket gate and rode the escalator up to the platform. “And as usual, we got a few single lads asking for our pretty girl’s Line today.”

“Yeah, and you forgot to add that they’re either delinquents or high school boys,” the two couples chortled as you sighed, tired of how you’re always attracting guys who are definitely not your type.

“We’re gonna have to get security for our candy shop because of our (Y/N), huh?” Mina joked, nudging Kai’s side with her shoulder as you rolled your eyes.

Within seconds, the bells signaling the coming arrival of the train started, the train announcer apprising the next destination as Shinjuku-sanchōme—20 minutes until you reach your home station.

“Sorry, (Y/N). Kai and I are gonna ride another train to Shinbashi so we can’t go in with you,” the train had arrived and the doors slid open as workmen and women surged in like sea waves.

“No, no! It’s fine. Happy holidays, guys,” you smiled as you began to follow the crowd into the half-packed train.

“Merry Christmas, (Y/N)!” the two bid, Mina waving all the while.

“Enjoy your trip to Ginzan, you two!” you giggled, slightly waving back before jumping onto the train just as its doors began to slide close. The smell of heater and sweat filled your nose and as you swiftly scanned your sight around, you saw most smiling at their phones, probably texting their loved ones, and a few couples giggling in their seats.

Another lonely Christmas, you thought.

Your stomach was growling as you prowled the streets for the nearest convenience store. The sky was already blanketed with darkness and you thought visiting any restaurant would only mount your forlornness, so you figured a quick meal from the store would do for your hunger.

The luminously salient sign of your local convenience store caught your eyes from a distance away, and you hurriedly scorched towards the store. Entering, the cashier greeted you when the automated door slid open with a ding to announce your presence, and you nodded your head with a smile before trodding your way to the back where packed bentos were.

Your eyes raked over the bentos, looking for your favourite Katsudon to find it absent from the display. A surge of annoyance rose in you as your brow knitted into a frown, ‘Can’t even have my Katsudon, huh?’. Grabbing the nearest bento instead, you made your way to the cashier while rummaging through your bag for your wallet.

“Do you want your bento heated up, miss?” the male mooted, a serviceable smile on his face. He caught your affirmative hum before setting the food in the microwave, and silence then transpired between the two of you.

The smell of the heating fried rice pervaded through the air in the wake of the anticipated ‘ding’. The cashier took out the bento and wrapped it in a plastic bag before handing you both the plastic and a card, “Thank you for your purchase, and Merry Christmas!”

You thanked the male and claimed your things before heading out of the store with another ‘ding’, throwing the card into the plastic bag and burying your hands deep in the warmth of your pockets.

What seemed to be your wontedly peaceful route back home suddenly became a path of silent lonesomeness. At that moment, you must be colder than anyone else in Japan. While they have the love and heat of a lover to warm them up—you had no one but yourself.

The walk home was longer than usual and you immediately turned on the heater when you entered your apartment, feeling your limbs beginning to numb. Taking out a few beer cans from the fridge, you set them on the small chabudai along with your cooling packed dinner—ready to scarf down your meal.

It took you an empty bento box and two beer cans to notice the Christmas card the cashier gave you on the wooden floor, probably dropped when you took the packaged meal out of the plastic bag. You could feel yourself getting tipsy as the alcohol set in your veins, rushing to your brain and making it all light and woozy.

“Christmas…Wish?” you read the bold, cursive title aloud, eyes absorbing the contents on the card.

Write a wish on this card and Santa shall grant what you seek!

Aren’t these for kids or something? Why would the cashier give you something like this? It’s obviously fake, but for you to think of a wish…you would love to be a millionaire. Or a billionaire. Or have a pet cat. Or…

Heading to your bedroom to get your pen, you trodded back to the chabudai where the card was, taking your time to ruminate on what to write just for the fun of it. Perhaps it was the alcohol thumping in your pulse, absorbing whatever sense you have in your head as it passed your bloodstream—you found yourself injudiciously scribbling something you normally wouldn’t.

Lose my virginity. 

Fire popped beneath the skin of your cheeks as you stared at the piece of card with your writing on it. “I must have gotten insane…” you sighed, rubbing your eyebrows.

Maybe a wash would clear your head, you thought. The beer was making you drowsy and you’d better have an early night. You don’t take long with your shower and you were quick to set your things aside and take out the trash.

It was only 10 but you’ve already settled yourself in your bed, sleepiness blanketing over your head. Your eyelids began to shut, sending you to an abyss of peace and dream.

Then, there was shuffling. And mumbles.

Your consciousness drew back to reality and through your dazed state—you tried to make sense of the noises. Until you began to sober up, there was no one but you in your apartment. No pets nor roommates to be making up all these sounds.

“Who’s there?” you panicked, straining your eyes through the dark, to find a tall silhouette in your room. A sense of aghast rumbled through your being and a shriek ripped itself out of your throat.

You fumbled for something from your bedside table to act as a weapon, and the most threatening object there was was your lamp. At least you could smash it against the intruder and bolt out of your apartment for help.

And as you tried to rip the lamp’s cord out of the socket, its light turned on—revealing the stranger to be…Santa?

“(Y/N), is it?” the male chuckled, rubbing his nape.

“Who are you?!” you screamed, pointing the lamp at him. “Get out of my house, please!”

“Just relax, man. I’m Santa, here to grant you your Christmas wish!”

“Look, I’m just a broke college student! I-I don’t have anything with me. Just leave and I won’t call the cops,” you tried to reason, already starting to break down into hiccups and tears

“Well, I'm sorry. It’s my policy to not leave a house unless I’ve successfully fulfilled one’s desires. So, I won’t be leaving anytime soon!”

“W-What…?” you were beyond dumbfounded, trying to make sense of the random lunatic standing in your room.

“This,” he pointed at the card from the convenience store. “Here, your wish says…to lose your virginity,” the male cladded in his Santa suit bemusedly read aloud.

“No…! I wrote that as a joke!”

“Well, I don’t take Christmas wishes as a joke,” he lifted an eyebrow, resting his hands on his hips.

“Just cut it out, Santa isn’t real,” you retorted, tightening your grip on the handle of the lamp.

“But I am real,” his voice suddenly became closer, and more lucid, his frame had disappeared from your sight—as if he was suddenly gone and had dissipated into space. Whipping your head behind, you found him just there and a scream cracked out of your lungs as you tumbled out of your bed.

“H-How…Wha—“

“I can teleport, y’know?” he smiled, reaching out a hand to pull you up from the floor. “And I can make anything out of thin air,” his other hand rose to have a random Dior bag in his grasp as you stared, shocked and finding it hard to register the scene in front of you.

“So, you’re really…Santa Claus?”

“Yes, and my real name’s Gojo Satoru—at your service,” he slurred, and you found his voice smooth like freshly woven silk. You were silent and still, eyes widening at the white-haired male in front of you. “Speaking of your Christmas wish…”

Your face burst into florid red as you awkwardly laughed, “Could you please just forget about that?”

“Now, if you’ve read carefully; no changing or refusing of wishes once you’ve written ‘em down,” he pointed at the small text at the bottom of the card, “You must’ve missed it just now.”

Thinking over the situation, something in you cracked as you realised—you were going to lose your virginity to Santa Claus. Your eyelids twitched as you nervously chuckled. This gotta be a heck of a joke. 

“Hey, don’t underestimate me!” Gojo had caught your expression, and as if he was reading your thoughts, his eyebrows knitted into a frown.

“T-Then what are we supposed to do now?” you asked, switching your gaze away and feeling hot embarrassment tickling your skin.

“No need to worry,” Gojo gave a reassuring smirk, “just trust me.”

Alright, trust.

You felt the bed shift with his weight, and he was hovering over you—face mere inches away. His eyes seemed to sparkle like those of a diamond; blue stars orbiting in his orbs, and you note the plump shape of his lips, so visually kissable.

For the second time, as if he had caught your thoughts, he let his lips mould into yours. He felt soft and plump like peach, and he smelled like a merge of snow and warmth.

Your lips danced in the dark, and your body leaned forward towards him as he fell back, something about the kiss was unbreakable. It felt so soft, it felt so good.

You let his hands wander around your curves from underneath your pyjamas, meet the shape of your hips and dips of your waist, then the roundness of your breasts. You let him study your body with the cold tips of his fingers and slip your clothes off when he wanted to.

A soft moan slipped out of your tongue when the cold December air hit your nipples, and Gojo took no time to let his tongue play with your buds. His hands continued to roam around your body, pressing a finger against the wet spot through your pants.

“You fine with this?” he pointed at the way his fingers slid over your clothed core. You wordlessly nodded, drifting your sight away before you felt yourself benignly pushed onto your back, your pants slowly slipping off of your legs along with your panties.

You were bare, in front of a man you’ve met tonight. But at the same time, you felt oddly safe with him. This was only a wish come true and nothing more, you affirmed.

His long fingers began to reach deep inside, and your nerves tingled at where they caressed your walls. His pace switched after a few pumps and his fingers were dextrously pistoning in and out of your cunt. You could hear your erotic slick coating his digits as it follows his rhythm, and your cheeks burn hot in shyness.

His face lowered to your pussy, and his tongue began playing with your clit. A sharp mewl escaped from your lips as his cheeks hallowed from sucking on your nub and his fingers paced up over the gummy spot deep inside.

Pleasure began amassing in your nerves and you could feel yourself brimming over the edge of lucidity. Gojo didn’t stop and instead, fastened his digits in and out of you, the sound of sex was loud through your state of delirium and he was coaxing all the pleasure there was in you.

Then, you spilled. Your thighs tightened around his head, fingers gripping onto his white locks as you’re sent to a world of blank bliss. Gojo peeks up at you as you pause with your lips parted, edges of eyebrows sewn to the stars, and half a wail stayed choked in your throat.

“You alright?” he chuckled, raising his upper body to your blushed face. You didn't say a word and drove your tongue into his mouth, arms locking him closer to you. The shared heat between your two bodies warmed the air around you, and you thought maybe that’s what it feels like to have a lover.

“Yeah,” you breathed, still ever so shy yet for once, a daring timbre crawled through your tone. “I think I’m ready…”

“If princess wants it,” his lips crack into a smile against yours, pants pulled down and hand pumping his length, fat tip lined against your entrance. Peeking down, regret almost settled into your being when you saw his size. Would it fit?

Then, he saw you and reassured you that he would go slow. No need to worry and to trust. So, you did. Bashfully spreading your thighs open for him.

Your muscles squeezed when he first entered, and he let out a long groan with a pause to his hips. It took a few seconds until he began to move, this time with a thumb rolling your clit to loosen your grip. Every inch of his cock stretched into your cunt made you go almost insane—the pain that first came was soon replaced with a delicate buzz of pleasure.

His hips were slow to thrust at first, gentle and soft until your walls had adjusted to his girth. Your little moans began to fill the chilly air when he slowly started to quicken up, and the bed began to squeak along with his rhythm.

“You look so pretty, y’know?” like silk, slinking through the hot air and into your ears. Every time his curved tip kisses your G-spot, you feel blank—blank of pleasure and stimulation. He could see it in your face, always able to read your features so well.

“Mmhp—” you let out a moan when he pulled your hips closer to him, fucking deep into your squelching cunt. Your back arched from the way his cock rubbed against your walls, hands over your mouth to muffle your whines.

“I wanna hear your pretty moans, (Y/N),” Gojo teased, softly leading your hands into his before fucking himself harder, deeper inside of you.

“Nngh! Feels s-so good—haa!” your hips began to move with his, legs hugging him closer to you and the world seemed to be on vertigo. Pleasure pervaded through every single cell in your body and your blood was pumping loud in your ears. “Please, I wanna cum!”

“Whatever princess says,” you could hear the smirk in his quivering tone, and with a few deep thrusts, the coil inside of your womb snapped—and your essence wet his thighs; your shaky moans high-pitched and sharp. “Yeah, pretty girl. Just like that.”

Static shot through your nerves, and your clit throbs against the hot air. Gojo let a thumb circle your nub, rubbing it through your climax as your nails sink into the skin of his arm. You could feel the warm mix of cum slipping out of your lips, running down your skin and into the bedsheet.

Once again, you felt the bed shift, and the warmth that held you lifted away. Through your hazy sight, you saw his figure rising, “Merry Christmas, pretty.”

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[hueningstar]

What do you think would be txt members' kinks? Idk, maybe you can do a little headcanon or something skdjdk

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A/N : OMG, this was so fun to write TXT has that perfect balance of soft and sinful, so imagining their kinks was chef’s kiss. Honestly, I feel like they’d all have a teasing side, but some of them would be absolute menaces in bed. Meanwhile, Soobin and Kai would be the kings of ruining you in the sweetest ways.

Lowkey, I can see Beomgyu being the biggest brat tamer, though. Like, imagine teasing him and thinking you’re in control, but then he flips the script and suddenly you’re a whimpering mess??? Yeah.

Anyway, hope y’all enjoyed my little chaotic thoughts! Let me know if you agree or if you see them differently. Hehe, I’m always up for spicy convos~

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Soobin – Soft Dom / Praise & Size Kink

Soobin is the type to make you feel like the most precious thing ever. He’d be super into praising you, telling you how good you are for him. And with his height and build, he’d definitely have a size kink—loves seeing how small you are compared to him. Probably enjoys wrapping his hands around your wrists just to show the contrast.

Yeonjun – Rough Dom / Degradation & Spanking

Yeonjun screams dominance, but in a playful yet intense way. He’d enjoy teasing and degrading you just enough to make you whimper, calling you his "brat" or "needy little thing." Loves spanking, especially when you act up. Definitely into rough, passionate sessions where he takes full control.

Beomgyu – Switch / Overstimulation & Voyeurism

Beomgyu is a little menace, and you can't tell me otherwise. He loves both teasing and being teased. He’d be into overstimulation, whether it’s making you cum over and over or begging for release himself. Also, I feel like he gets off on watching—maybe a mirror kink or just watching your reactions while he plays with you.

Taehyun – Sensory Play / Control & Bondage

Taehyun gives off calculated, experimental vibes. He’d love blindfolds, light bondage, and playing with sensations—maybe ice cubes, silk, or even temperature play. He’d want to be in control but in a slow, torturous way that leaves you begging. Also, whispering dirty things in your ear while keeping his composure.

Huening Kai – Soft Kink / Innocence Play & Begging

Kai is the sweetest, but I think he’d secretly love seeing you all flustered and needy. He’d enjoy innocence play—making you beg, acting like he doesn’t know what you want, teasing you just to hear your little whines. Probably gets off on the contrast of being all cute and then suddenly wrecking you.

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[fear-is-truth]

How do you think Kai would handle a breakup? Especially with someone he loved. Maybe that person started seeing how Kai was becoming so much of a monster and deciding to end things for their own safety. Would Kai even allow them to leave his house?

content warning — toxic behaviour but kai is a warning himself lol

a/n : how i love to psychoanalyse my cult leader bf

he wouldn’t handle a breakup rationally, especially if it came from someone he genuinely loved. for him, love is about devotion and loyalty. if you wanted to leave, he wouldn’t see it as your right to protect yourself—it would be a betrayal of the highest order. he wouldn’t care if you said it was for their own safety; in his mind, leaving means rejecting everything he’s worked to build, in his movement.

guilt-tripping. he knows how to manipulate, and he’d make it seem like you were abandoning him when he needed you most. he’d tell you that you were giving up on something important, accuse you of being weak or selfish. he’d try to make you question yourself, turning the situation around so it wasn’t about his behaviour but about your inability to handle it. his goal would be to make you doubt if leaving is the right decision, to plant the idea that you’re the problem, not him.

manipulation wouldn’t stop at words. kai would have a plan. he’s not the type to let anyone leave without securing his leverage first. if you had been close, he’d already have things he could use—explicit photos, sex tapes. he’d threaten your family, your job, or anything else you care about, making it clear that leaving would come at a cost. he’d remind you that no one just walks away from him unscathed, and make sure you knew he could hurt you without ever laying a finger on you.

even if he allowed you to leave on your own free will, he’d still have his men keep tabs on you. he wouldn’t trust that you’d stay quiet, so he’d want eyes on you at all times to ensure that you don’t rat him out to the authorities. kai is deeply paranoid, and he’d make sure you live with it too.

his ego would take a hit, but he’d act indifferent, telling you that you were replaceable, that you didn’t matter as much as you thought you did. but deep down, it would eat at him. rejection isn’t something he’s equipped to handle. he’d obsess over the issue, retreat to his parents’ room, where he always goes when he feels powerless. sitting there beat to his mother’s corpse, he’d stew in his frustration, replaying the breakup over and over. it’s a place where his anger festers, where he lets himself feel everything he can’t show anyone else.

winter would play a key role here, too. kai would enlist her to stay on friendly terms with you, to keep a foot in the door, so to speak. he’d even talk her into trying to seduce you, framing it as a way to ensure you don’t end up with someone else—someone he sees as unworthy of you. it’s fucked up as hell, but that’s kai. even when he’s heartbroken, his love is possessive and all-consuming.

[kamisama1kiss]

Okay okay, hear me out…what if the reader was a ninja part of the team but they would also be involved in a prophecy where they end up dying to save their lover, I need the ninja reaction to when Master Wu tells them 🫶🏻

This is actually so sad, tho.... I love it! 🤭😝 I was a little stuck on writing, but I hope I was able to deliver what you wished for 😚🫶

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What would the ninjas reactions be as the prophecies say their lover will die for them?

~Lloyd Garmadon~

- Denial is a river in Egypt. Refusing to believe that they would die for the sake of his life.

- No matter how many times he convinces himself, he knows truly he can't do anything to stop it. Further pushing him into no limits of getting stronger to maybe, just maybe prevent it?

- Keeping a watching eye at you at all times to see if you're safe, more so in battles or training.

- Would try to convince you to do other tasks rather than join the team if he knew it could be risky for either you or himself.

- Consently tries to spend as much time with you so that when the time comes, he could make sure to not regret a moment.

- Would often spend time silently watching you just live and socialise with others, his heart falling into his stomach.

- Admiring you and everything about you as a person.

~Kai Smith~

- At first, he just laughed and shook his head. There was no way.

- After maybe a few hours or days, the gravity of it all dawned on him. He couldn't help but feeling so hopeless and useless to not be able to help or postpone it or anything for that matter.

- His mind of having a feature together with you was immediately crushed, all the plans of being able to hold you at night and talk into the long hours of the night.

- In the meantime, he changed a little for you as in allowing you to goof around with his hair as an example.

- Holding hands no matter where you walked to feel you close just to know you weren't gone. Not yet at least.

-Knowing he was absolutely broken after when Nya was gone, he would be just the same with just worse of completely letting guilt eat him up in silence. He would refuse to let anyone know how he felt.

As the hothead, he is the practice dummys would be all burnt to crisp

~Cole Brookstone~

- Again?

- Really? First, his own mother. Now, the one person he loves with the whole being of himself

- No matter how much he tried to collect himself, he could easily take it out on training.

- Would at some point start to distance himself from you so when the time came, the impact would be less painful.

- Didn't want to be like his father with absolutely neglecting everything when you we're gone, but anyhow, he tried to smile to everyone and act chill like he usually would.

- Often held his breath when holding you close, wishing for these types of moments to never end.

~Zane Julian~

- He was obvious to the fact that the one he loves could so easily die, but he could live on for many years on.

- Has already been over this with himself, but hearing it being sooner than expected shocked him.

- Acting no different than normally maybe a few occasional more hugs throughout the day, nothing too out of the ordinary.

- When he was alone, his way of grief was meditate. Maybe it could make the damage a little easier for his wires to handle?

- Occasionally turning off the emotions to just feel as if he could "breath" as it did get to his head at times more than he'd like to admit it ever did.

~Jay Walker~

- Immediately lost himself as he shook his head, refusing to belive what a dumb scroll had to say! It's dumb right?

- Spending every waking minute of his day with you by his side, alongside helping you with everything he could think of.

- Coping with occasionally stealing shirts with your smell on them to feel as if you mext to him, even though you are just a few doors down or so

- Would slowly communicate with others as he became more silent, which scared everyone. Everyone stood on their toes around him to not further upset him.

- He came in clutch and used every single excuse possible to man kind to have you for himself the first week or two after getting to know. He felt kind of pushy so he calmed down a little.

~Nya Smith~

- She genuinely just accepted it, what more could she say? The prophecy says so, she cannot deny it no matter how much this frustrated her.

- Checking up on you and acting for the most sake normal, as to not make you uncomfortable or worried for her sake.

- Used any or all frustration on training her powers in different ways, which was beneficial for her in the long right?

- Just like her brother, there was no communication from her side. Whenever the topic of prophecy popped up, she went silent and stood next to you, holding pinkys.

- Would cry to herself whenever everything got to her, just knowing you're gonna to eventually leave it snapped her multiple times. She would always refuse.

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Poll Result Time

How would Diaboys be as fathers

Sakamaki's

Shu Sakamaki:

Lazy dad? Absolutely not. Shu may be laid-back with everyone else, but with his child, he’s weirdly attentive. Lying around becomes cuddling his kid on the couch while humming lullabies they only stop crying to. He teaches them music—piano, violin, even lullabies from his childhood. He watches them sleep like he’s memorizing their face, lowkey terrified something will happen. If it's a daughter? Nobody is ever good enough. He doesn't yell—he just stares until people leave in fear. When the kid wants piggyback rides, he pretends to grumble… then gives them 12.

“Don’t cry… ‘kay? I’ll nap here too. You’re warm.”

Reiji Sakamaki:

The most structured, precise, and extra dad. Expect schedules for everything—meals, study time, sleep. His kid is probably reading Latin before kindergarten. But he also secretly stashes drawings they give him in his desk. Very “I’m not mad, just disappointed,” but the disappointment hurts more than yelling. He's hard on them but deeply proud. Will make them tea when they cry and awkwardly pat their head. Probably designs little matching outfits too, and teaches them fencing at like… age six.

“You may cry, but you will also learn to stand up. Now… once more, from the beginning.”

Laito Sakamaki:

Flirty, teasing, but devoted dad. He spoils his child rotten, calls them cute pet names like “my little rosebud” or “apple-chan.” He's the type to take them to art museums or give them stylish outfits. Surprisingly insightful about their emotions. He teaches them confidence, charm, and how to read people—but will kill anyone who tries to manipulate them. Flirty dad vibe, but the moment someone flirts with his child? Laito goes full dark mode. Like, "bury-them-in-a-rose-garden" dark.

“Oh~? Who made you cry, mon amour? Let’s go teach them manners... slowly.”

Kanato Sakamaki:

Dollhouse dad… with a touch of terror. If it’s a daughter, she will be dressed like a Victorian doll. He’s scarily gentle with them, whispering lullabies and brushing their hair with trembling hands. Very overprotective. If they get even a scrape, he spirals into a dramatic fit. But he talks to them like they’re a precious relic. If anyone makes them cry? Kanato snaps. Like, melt-your-face-off snaps. He also has tea parties with them daily and cries if they don’t invite Teddy.

“You’re the most beautiful thing… if anyone ruins you, I’ll destroy everything.”

Ayato Sakamaki:

Hot mess dad, loving chaos incarnate. He teaches the kid how to sneak snacks before dinner and acts like a child with them. Competitive? Yes. “Bet you can’t throw that ball farther than dad!” He insists his kid is the “Number One Chichinashi Spawn.” Might get jealous if they run to you for cuddles instead. But god help anyone who bullies his kid—he’ll be at the school in two seconds, fangs bared, demanding names. Lowkey cries the first time they call him “Papa.”

“Heh?! You think you’re cooler than dad? No way! C’mere, gimme a kiss, ya little gremlin!”

Subaru Sakamaki:

Protective, awkward softie dad. Looks scary, but is totally the type to hold their tiny hand with ridiculous care. Tries so hard not to scare them when he's upset. He makes little things for them—hand-carved toys, handmade crafts—and hides them so they think it’s from “a secret friend.” Loves carrying them on his shoulders, but gets super red when they say “I love you.” Has a big problem when they cry—it wrecks him. Will punch a wall then sob while hugging them close.

“You’re cryin’ again?! Shit—I-I mean, no, don’t cry! I’ll fix it, okay?! I swear!”

Mukami's

Ruki Mukami:

Stern and refined father, but incredibly dedicated. Think “strict-but-loving dad.” His child is raised with manners, literature, and deep empathy. He encourages them to express themselves, even if he doesn’t show his own emotions much. Secretly praises them when they’re asleep, and gets emotional over milestones but never admits it. Would read them fairytales in five different languages and keep detailed journals of their growth. Does not tolerate disobedience—but also folds when they cry.

“You are my legacy. But also… my light. Do not forget how deeply you are loved.”

Kou Mukami:

Celebrity dad energy. His child probably has their own aesthetic Instagram by age 3. He spoils them with fashionable outfits and teaches them how to pose for photos. Loves singing to them, and his kid is basically his entire world. Will destroy anyone who calls them anything less than adorable. Gets sad when he has to go on tour, so he video chats every night and cries if they forget to say “I love you.” Terrified of failing them—treats them like fragile glass sometimes.

“Smile for Papa~! Ahh, you’re too cute… It hurts~! Let’s show the whole world how precious you are,

Yuma Mukami:

Farmer dad. Gentle giant. You better believe he’s growing their baby food himself. His kid is always piggybacked or perched on his arm like a second limb. Teaches them how to garden, how to cook, and definitely lets them play in the mud. He’s a total softie for cuddles and big hugs, but also deeply values teaching them to be strong and kind. If they cry, he picks them up like they weigh nothing and rocks them while humming softly. Makes toys by hand. Whittles tiny animals. Dad goals.

“Aww, lookit’cha—cryin’ over a scraped knee. Heh… C’mere, I’ll kiss it better.”

Azusa Mukami:

Softest, quietest father you’ve ever seen. Scared to hold them at first—terrified he’ll hurt them. But once they grab his finger with their tiny hands? Game over. He never lets go. Constantly kissing their cheeks. Lets them draw on his arms. His child teaches him how to love without pain. He hums lullabies, patches up stuffed animals, and tells them they're strong even when they cry. Cries with them if they’re hurt. Extremely gentle. Never raises his voice. Ever.

“Even… if you cry… I’ll stay here. Always… until you smile again.”

Tsukinami's

Carla Tsukinami:

Regal and stoic father—until his kid is born. Then he becomes an unexpectedly devoted papa. He teaches them elegance, language, history—and holds them with reverence. They’re his “little legacy,” and he watches them like they’re the first pure thing he’s ever touched. He's protective to the point of near obsession. No one is allowed to be alone with them. Ever. Spoils them with ancient treasures and lullabies in forgotten languages. Keeps a dagger under his pillow in case anyone gets close.

“You are royalty in my eyes… and the world shall treat you as such, or face extinction.”

Shin Tsukinami:

Gremlin dad but actually a good one. He plays with his kid constantly, teaching them how to fight, prank, and be chaotic neutral. He tells bedtime stories that end in explosions and dragon fights. But he gets super jealous if they like someone else’s cooking better. Loves ruffling their hair, sneaking them candy, and getting into trouble with them. If someone flirts with them later in life? He goes feral. Full dragon mode. Thinks they’re the coolest kid ever.

“Oi, brat. You're mine, got it? Now let’s go teach those mortals how to REALLY raise hell!”