#kdh headcanons

[souluskisses]

Alpha!Polytrix x Stressed!Territorial!Omega

Omegaverse au // Nesting, Omega & Alpha Behaviours, Happytrails, Alpha!Polytrix x Omega!Reader, Men & Minors DNI

♡ When you start nesting they assume that you just need some down time or the your tired from the day, so they leave you to it.

♡ After an hour or two of you silently curled up in your nest they get a little worried. But they all show it in different ways.

♡ Zoey is rambling about anything that could possibly be wrong with you. Baby can never control her racing thoughts.

♡ Mira is telling her to calm down, stating you might just need a little extra rest and shes sure you’re fine. But secretly shes freaking out.

♡ Rumi, trying to keep a level head, will tell them to give you another hour and if you’re not out then they will go to you.

♡ When an hour goes by and there’s still no sign of you they all go to your nest.

♡ Their trying to be quiet and respectful as they shuffle in and you growl a little glaring up grumpily.

♡ They just coo at you and sit down in front of you waiting for you to say they can come in, ever the respectful alphas.

♡ When you do Zoey is the first one in. She’s moving to lay down right on top of you, her happy trail tickling you a little as she slides onto you.

♡ Rumi and Mira follow, laying either side of you and kissing your head.

♡ They hold you close for a good while telling you everything okay, that they are there with you and that they love you.

♡ They let out their scents, as an extra way to calm you and you guys just lay there quietly for a while before zoey jumps up and somehow appears with a bunch of snacks in her arms.

♡ The four of you spent the day snacking, talking and cuddling till yall fell asleep safe and sound in the nest.

[my-beloved-idol]

would you be open to writing a nsfw part 2 to the tongue piercing fic...? even if only with the saja boys 👀

K-POP DEMON HUNTERS ✦ TONGUE PIERCING (NSFW VERSION)

INCLUDES: saja boys & huntrix. WARNING: oral (sb & htx receiving), blowjob, pussy eating, nipple play, thigh kissing/biting, use of tongue piercing.

If you're a minor, please, do not read.

✦ JINU

He never imagined how devastating it would feel when you used it on him. He’s already gasping when you take him into your mouth, lips wrapping tight around his cock and that cool ball of metal dragging down his length. Every swirl of your tongue has him twitching, eyes squeezed shut while one hand fists the sheets. His usual confidence evaporates fast under the wet pressure of your mouth, the piercing flicking against his sensitive tip until he’s whimpering your name like he’s begging.

He tries to hold back, tries to keep up his composure, but you’re merciless. The deeper you take him, the more he swears he’s losing his mind, feeling the cold touch of metal slide against the thickest part of him. "F–fuck, that piercing—" he chokes out, hips jerking up before he can stop himself. His thighs tremble as drool slicks your chin, and the sound of you gagging lightly around him only pushes him closer to the edge.

When he finally looks down, it ruins him. His vision blurs at the sight of you on your knees, tongue piercing glistening with precum as you drag it slowly across his tip. "You’re gonna kill me," he groans, voice raw, before his hand tangles desperately in your hair to push you back down again, chasing that reckless heat he never knew he craved so much.

✦ ABS

Abs starts nonchalant, smirking as you kneel in front of him like he already knows he’ll enjoy it — but the second your tongue pearl grazes his length, he’s cursing under his breath. His cock twitches in your hand, so thick it stretches your lips as you wrap them around him. The metal ball drags along a vein, and his bravado falters, a rough groan tearing out of his chest. He tilts his head back, jaw clenched, as you swirl your tongue around his tip, the piercing sending sharp sparks of pleasure straight down his spine.

He’s unable to stop himself from grabbing fistfuls of your hair and guiding your pace. "Fuck—just like that, don’t stop," he growls, hips rolling into your mouth. Your tongue stud taps against the underside of his cock with every stroke, and he hisses at the sensation, sweat dripping down his chest. His abs flex with every shallow thrust, his body wound so tight he feels like he’s going to snap.

By the time you hollow your cheeks and take him deeper, his composure is completely gone. The wet, obscene sounds of you choking around his length drive him wild, and he laughs breathlessly, shaky but still cocky. "You’re dangerous with that piercing, baby," he rasps, thumb dragging across your spit-slick lips, before shoving you back down again, desperate to feel that metal ball rubbing every inch of him.

✦ ROMANCE

Romance is undone from the very first lick. He’s used to teasing and slow-burning touches, but nothing could have prepared him for how filthy and overwhelming it feels when your piercing glides along his cock. His moans come out soft, almost pretty, as he cups your face with shaking hands. "So sweet—fuck, you feel so sweet," he babbles, biting his lip as you swirl your tongue around him with maddening patience.

He whimpers when you focus on his tip, that silver ball flicking back and forth while you suck, each movement making his thighs tremble. He tries to keep eye contact with you, but his eyes flutter shut every time the cool metal drags across his sensitive slit. His hips twitch helplessly, betraying how badly he wants more. He sounds broken when he begs, "Please—deeper, please."

When you finally take him all the way, letting the piercing trace along the base of his cock, he lets out a strangled groan and nearly collapses. His fingers stroke your cheek like he can’t believe you’re real, but his hips buck into your mouth all the same. "God, I'd let you ruin me like this every time,” he breathes, half whining, half moaning, his voice trembling as the wet heat of your mouth and the teasing bite of metal drag him to the brink.

✦ MYSTERY

The guttural sound he makes the second your piercing touches him tells you everything. His cock twitches against your tongue, and his hand immediately finds your jaw, thumb pressing into your cheek as if grounding himself. His breath comes sharp and ragged while he watches, eyes shadowed, as your lips slide down his length and that silver ball teases the underside of his cock.

Every swirl of your tongue has him losing more control. He grits his teeth, head falling back as low growls slip from his throat, almost animalistic. His thighs are tense under your hands, but his body jerks when you focus on his tip, the piercing flicking against it relentlessly. He shudders, chest heaving, whispering a broken, "Fuck… don’t stop," like he’s afraid the sensation will vanish.

When you pull back to show him your tongue, piercing glistening with spit and precum before you dive down again, he actually lets out a shaky laugh, disbelieving and wrecked. His hand grips the back of your head, pushing you deeper, his usually composed self unraveling as his hips thrust helplessly. "You’re… filthy," he rasps between gritted teeth, but his trembling thighs and ruined moans betray just how much he’s at your mercy.

✦ BABY

Baby acts unimpressed at first, leaning back with a smug smirk like he’s seen it all before. But the minute your piercing slides over his cock, his facade cracks. "Oh fuck—" he gasps, hand flying to your hair as his smirk collapses into open-mouthed shock. He tries to play it cool, but his thighs are already shaking as you swirl your tongue around him, the metal glinting as it drags slowly against his length.

He hisses when you suck harder, the piercing tapping against his tip until he’s biting his lip so hard it nearly bleeds. "Shit, that’s… that’s insane," he mutters, voice shaking, and for once he doesn’t know what to do with himself. His cock twitches in your mouth while he tries to hold still, but you’re relentless, dragging the stud along every sensitive spot until he’s squirming under your control.

When you look up at him with your tongue piercing glistening, his cock wet and flushed, he actually groans, face twisting with frustration. "You’re evil with that thing," he spits out, but his hand is already pushing you back down, his cock sliding deeper into your throat. He loses the fight to act cool fast, breaking into breathy curses and high-pitched whines, humiliated and turned on by how badly you wreck him.

✦ ZOEY

She’s all soft gasps and needy whines from the very beginning. The second she feels the cold ball of your piercing trace over her nipple, she lets out this high, trembling moan that makes your stomach twist with want. Her hands come up to hide her face, cheeks burning pink, but her body tells a different story. She arches into you, tits pressing against your mouth, begging for more even without words. The way you switch between sucking her nipple and teasing it with your piercing has her panting, hips shifting like she can’t stay still.

When you move down, Zoey spreads her legs shyly, nervous but so obviously desperate. You kiss along her thighs, dragging the piercing across her soft skin, watching goosebumps form in your wake. By the time you finally press your mouth to her pussy, she gasps so sharply it almost sounds like she’s crying. Your piercing slides against her clit with every stroke of your tongue, a sharp, shocking spark that makes her back arch off the bed. "Oh my god, oh my god— it feels s-so different," she whimpers, grabbing at your wrist with trembling fingers.

She’s a mess quickly, tears pricking her lashes from just how overwhelming it is. Every time you suck her clit and let the piercing press harder, her voice breaks into a louder cry, her legs quivering around your head. She moans your name like a chant, high-pitched and needy, until she finally falls apart under you, hips rocking desperately against your mouth. Even as she comes, she keeps clinging to you, babbling about how good it feels, how she doesn’t want you to stop, until she’s trembling and sensitive and breathless beneath your tongue.

✦ MIRA

Mira is a danger sign the second she realizes just how much that piercing can do. She leans back, spreads her thighs wide, and smirks down at you like she’s daring you to wreck her composure. "C’mon, show me what that thing’s good for," she taunts, even though she’s already biting her lip at the first flick of metal against her nipple. You grin against her skin, circling the piercing around the hardened bud before catching it between your teeth, sucking hard until Mira’s breath leaves her in a ragged exhale.

But it’s when you go lower that her brat edge starts to falter. You hook her leg over your shoulder and drag your piercing from her knee to her inner thigh, slow and deliberate, until her skin shivers. Then, with no warning, you bury yourself between her legs, tongue moving fast and messy, piercing grinding over her clit with every push. Mira tries to keep her voice steady, to throw a sarcastic line at you, but all she manages is a broken, "Fuck— don’t stop, that’s— ah—" before her nails dig into your shoulders.

The more you work her over, the more Mira loses that sharp bite and melts beneath you. Her hips roll up into your mouth, chasing the sensation, her moans unfiltered and desperate. She finally gasps, "Use it harder," and when you obey, pressing the piercing just right while sucking her clit, her whole body shudders violently. The sight of her falling apart, makes her release all the sweeter — she comes loud, gripping your hair and pulling you tighter against her as if she never wants to let go.

✦ RUMI

The first time she feels the cool brush of your piercing dragging over her inner thigh, her breath stutters like she’s never been touched before. She props herself up on her elbows, watching you with half-lidded eyes, her lips parting as if she wants to say something but can’t bring herself to break the moment. That combination of the wet warmth of your tongue and the hard, sudden glint of metal makes her thighs tremble, her voice a soft, bitten-off moan.

When you finally trail higher, letting the piercing flick against her clit with deliberate cruelty, she gasps out your name, her hips jerking up before she can stop herself. "Fuck— you’re doing that on purpose," she half-growls, half-whimpers, one hand fisting the sheets while the other pushes your head down closer. Your tongue circles, glides, and then you pull back to kiss along her stomach, letting the piercing graze her skin in every kiss. It leaves her trembling, caught between wanting more and savoring the torturous anticipation.

By the time you finally go back to her, sliding your tongue inside while the piercing presses against her most sensitive point, she’s gripping your hair like it’s her lifeline. Her moans have lost that careful restraint; they’re raw and needy. "Don’t you dare stop," she pants, her legs wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you tighter against her. The mix of wet suction and the sharp shock of metal has her undone faster than she expected, her body arching beautifully as she comes apart on your mouth.

[my-beloved-idol]

hii can i request headcanons w/ saja boys and huntrix when they are making out with reader and they get caught by one of the members?

K-POP DEMON HUNTERS ✦ GETTING CAUGHT MAKING OUT

INCLUDES: saja boys & huntrix WARNING: sexually suggestive.

✦ JINU

Jinu has you pinned against the door of the studio, tongue deep in your mouth like he’s starving. His rings are cold on your waist, and his hips are already moving gently against yours. 

He’s whispering things like "You taste better than anything," and pulling your shirt up just enough to feel your skin. 

Until the door swings open and Romance walks in, gasps dramatically and goes:

"Do I look like I wanna see your tongue is halfway down someone’s throat?"

Jinu pulls back just enough to smirk against your lips. You can see a faint blush on his cheeks as he says, "Close the door."

You’re mortified. Jinu? Just a little bit. 

Romance closes the door muttering horny little freaks and Jinu goes, "Where were we?"

✦ ABS

Soft nibbles on your lower lip, hand under your hoodie, fingers tracing the waistband of your pants. 

He groans your name in that whispery voice, like you’re driving him crazy and he loves it. 

You’re straddling him on the couch, shirt halfway off, until Baby Saja comes in with a soda can and drops it in shock. 

"OH MY GOD, PUT YOUR TONGUE BACK IN YOUR HEAD!!!"

Abby literally throws you off him like you’re both in trouble and fixes his clothes and hair. 

He’s so red he can’t even talk, just sits there hiding his face behind a cushion like "I didn’t mean to—he came outta nowhere—"

Laughs anyway. 

You: dying. Baby: traumatized. Abby: in hell. 

✦ ROMANCE

You were just helping him pick a tie. Now your back’s against his closet door, his mouth sucking a bruise into your neck like he’s crafting art.

He’s all whispers and slow grinds: "Let me ruin you right here."

His hand’s sliding lower when Mystery opens the door like "Hyung, you seen my—oh." Instant regret.

Romance doesn’t flinch. He makes eye contact and says, "We’re busy. Shut the door before I kiss them louder."

You slap his arm, trying to hide your face, but he just goes back to nipping your jaw with a devilish grin.

Later Mystery says "You two need to invest in a goddamn lock." Romance goes "Privacy’s for the guilty."

✦ MYSTERY

Mystery is quiet… until he’s not. Making out with him is all heated breath and grabbing hands, mouths moving like you're trying to memorize each other.

His hands hold you against him. His knee’s between your legs. The world doesn’t exist.

Then you hear a voice. "Uhhh... should I come back later?" It’s Abby. 

Mystery FLINCHES like he’s been shot, immediately stepping back like you were platonically discussing taxes.

You both stand there red-faced, looking like deer in headlights.

Abby? He just closes the door and yells through it: "Next time play music! At least pretend you weren’t about to smash!"

Mystery can’t look you in the eye for at least half an hour.

✦ BABY

He’s all desperate moans and messy tongues. He grabs your rear like he’s preventing you from running away. 

You’re on top of him on his bed, his hoodie off, breathing heavy, eyes glassy—

Jinu opens the door like, "Hey, your phone was—OH MY GOD—"

Baby SCREECHES. Legit scream. Pushes you off you and falls off the bed. Hits the floor. Lies there like a corpse, hiding his face with his hands. 

"WHY WOULD YOU ENTER WITHOUT KNOCKING—?!"

"IT’S MY PHONE YOU LEFT IN THE KITCHEN???"

He doesn’t recover. Locks the door even when he doesn’t need to. 

He hides his face with his t-shirt for the next hour, absolute silence. Shame flies through the window when you lay down beside him. "So… round two?"

Dead.

✦ ZOEY

Zoey’s kissing you against the balcony railing like it’s the last night before a war. Tongue down your throat, arms around you neck, grinding softly against your leg—

Rumi appears from her balcony next door and yells, "YOU’RE ON A PUBLIC BALCONY!"

Zoey doesn’t move. Just flips her off and says, "Keep watching, maybe you’ll learn how to kiss."

You gasp-laugh, and Rumi groans so loud it echoes. "I’M GOING BACK INSIDE!"

Zoey turns back to you with a wink. "Maybe she’s not the ony one who’s rudely admiring the moment."

✦ MIRA

Mira pulls you into the laundry room like she’s hiding a crime, presses you against the washing machine and devours your mouth.

She’s got your legs wrapped around her, one hand on your throat, saying “Don’t be loud”, at the same time she touches a particularly sensitive spot on your body. 

You moan right as Rumi walks in with a laundry basket. Drops it.

"Mira, really?! Not the spin cycle again!"

She growls, doesn’t even stop kissing you, just lifts a hand toward her like shoo.

Rumi walks out muttering, "Y’all need jail time."

Mira smirks. "She’s just jealous I found the fun button."

✦ RUMI

Rumi is all lips and wandering hands on the beanbag couch, legs tangled with yours, making the sweetest whimpers.

Her kiss tastes like cherries and trouble.

Suddenly Zoey walks in and sees her hands sliding up your thighs. She whistles like it’s a football game.

"Didn’t mean to interrupt the halftime show—carry on."

Rumi pulls her hand back but still laughs against your lips, not the least bit embarrassed.She pokes your nose and says, "Guess we’ll continue when there’s no commentary."

[a-998h]

Hi I have request for Huntrix + Bobby of a bodyguard or assistant manager reader that is stoic and quiet. However, at random moments, they drop the equivalent of insane dad lore or reveal that they are skilled in various different fields.

You were hired because while Bobby is able to handle the responsibilities of a manager it was starting to pile up and get to him. So to make his life easier you get hired as an assistant manager. At first, they thought you just didn't like people but over time they realized that you were just quiet and stoic. Though, your dropping of dad lore is a little disconcerting.

Lockpick Skills

Bobby: *arriving to his office early* "Oh no. I forgot my keys!"

You: *lockpicks the door open*

Bobby: *shocked* "how did you do that?"

You: *deadpan* "I used to be a professional theif."

Bobby: "wait, what?"

You: *already inside*

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After a fan signing event, HUNTR/X is backstage taking a lunch break.

Mira: *eating* "I love our fans, but signing all those autographs is making my wrist hurt." Zoey: *eating* "you get used to it, Mira." Rumi: "Zoey, I think your wrists sound like cement mixers by now." You: "I could do it for you." Rumi: *joking* "what, so you plan on signing autographs for us and mailing them to fans?" You: *deadpan* "Yes. I've been forging signatures since I was a teenager." Everyone: *dead silence* You: "Anyway, need me to get you more water?"

__________________________________________________________________________________________

Bobby needs you to sign a few forms and walks into your office, seeing it covered in plants.

Bobby: *in awe* "I've never seen this many exotic plants outside of the botanic park. You: *watering a Cailfornia Pitcher Plant* "I grew them from seeds I collected during my backpacking days"

Bobby : *waiting for an explanation*

You: "So, what were those parts you need me to sign?"

__________________________________________________________________________________________

HUNTR/X is going through their fanmail and finds a package from a country with a language none of them speak.

Zoey: *trying to take a picture with her phone*

Rumi: "Isn't that picture translator a bit buggy?"

Zoey: *taking a picture* "a little but it works fine"

Mira: "Well, what does it say?"

Zoey: "Umm... The app isn't working because I don't think our fan would write to us about a duck."

You: *walks in with more famail* "Are you ok?"

Zoey: "Yeah, we're just trying to read this." *Holds up the letter*

You: "Mind if I have a look?"

Zoey: *Hands you the letter* "Here, we didn't have any luck."

You: "looks like Portuguese. I will read it out." *Reads the whole letter almost perfectly*

Zoey: *staring wide eyed* "How did you do that?"

You: *puts the letter down* "I briefly worked at the South Korean embassy in Portugal. *walks away*

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And these are just examples from this week alone. They really want to know your secrets but you're an expert at being able to change the subject. Every time Bobby asks about your personal life he always gets a standard "I prefer to keep my life outside of work private" which he respects but now it makes him more curious. HUNTR/X will straight up try to bribe you into revealing your secrets, but that doesnt work as you either take the bribe and just doesn't tell them or you don't.

There is a group chat and everyone adds their own theories as to what you might do. Currently the most popular theory among them is that your "backpacking days" were you actually being a spy for the South Korean government and you ended up having to pose as an embassy employee in order to catch your target. Their souls hold fires of curiosity and it will only be put out by you telling them what the hell you did before working as their assistant manager.

You know this, and sometimes purposely won't tell them things just to make them squirm abit, because under your cold exterioris a petty adult. You know nothing of the groupchat, which also means you have no idea they have a bunch of wild theories about you. Maybe you'll tell them, someday, but it most certainly will not be today.

[my-beloved-idol]

Can I request headcanons of what it would be like for the groups dating a reader who is also half-demon like Rumi?

K-POP DEMON HUNTERS HEADCANONS ✦ YOU'RE HALF-DEMON

INCLUDES: saja boys & huntrix.

✦ JINU

The first time he sees your full demon form, he can’t stop staring. "You’re… beautiful. I mean— I knew already, but this…"

Asks you to permanently keep your demon form with him in private.

Loves running his fingertips over your markings, fascinated by how they glow faintly under his touch.

If you teleport unexpectedly, he laughs every time. "You could’ve just walked, y’know."

If your patterns flare while kissing, he pulls you closer.

Sometimes stares into your yellow eyes mid-conversation and loses his train of thought completely.

Whispers that your claws are sexy and you could mark him up when you’re annoyed at him —just to watch you roll your eyes.

If someone insults your demon heritage, he’ll take it too personally. (Someone lost a soul? Definetely.)

Loves slow dancing in private with you in your demon form —yellow eyes shimmering under dim light.

Complains when you teleport away from hugs too quickly. "No cheating. You leave when I let go."

Keeps reminding you you’re not too much or too dangerous for love.

Says your glow makes you look like you’re blushing everywhere, which he finds unfairly hot.

If your patterns starts to glow when you're angry, his teasing gets shameless — "Someone’s losing control…"

Secretly loves how your fangs peek when you smile.

✦ ABS

Calls you "pretty monster" in private.

Absolutely obsessed with the idea that you could overpower him when you lose control. He lives for when it finally happens.

Trains with you to test your strength, but uses it as an excuse to get close. It always turns into heavy breathing and smirks. Wink.

Thinks the magenta glow is ridiculously hot.

Teases you about teleporting away mid-argument — "Yeah, run away, coward."

Traces your purple markings with the back of his hand when you’re both half-asleep.

Touches your fangs like they’re delicate, but then dares you to bite him.

Constantly grabs your hand to compare claw sizes.

Will try to wrestle you just to see how far he can push before you teleport behind him.

Thinks your glowing eyes in the dark make you look like a predator. Will definetely let you caught him.

Pulls you into his lap after fights to cool you down when your patterns' glow is still intense.

Finds the line between playful and dangerous with you… and enjoys toeing it.

✦ ROMANCE

Writes songs about your eyes —doesn’t admit they’re about you, but it’s too obvious.

Gets weak when you teleport behind him and whisper in his ear.

Keeps telling you your voice sounds different —more magnetic— when your demon side comes through.

Always traces the edges of your markings before bed, like he’s memorizing you.

Says your claws are dangerous for everyone but him, which makes you snort.

Loves holding your face in both hands, looking into your eyes like you’re his whole world.

Secretly loves the adrenaline of kissing you when you’re close to losing control.

He swears the purple glow makes you look like a star burning in the dark.

Wears jewelry that matches your markings —purely to make you smile.

If you teleport away from a kiss, he’ll chase you down without shame.

✦ MYSTERY

Barely reacts when he first finds out. "...Okay." But internally? Fascinated.

Later admits he’s never seen anyone more striking in demon form.

Can’t stop staring at your yellow eyes when you’re talking.

Almost never touches your claws —but when he does, it's reverent, always tracing each of your fingers slowly with his own claws.

Never says much about your teleporting, but somehow always knows exactly where you’ll reappear. "Gotcha?"

Rarely lets anyone see his smile, but you make it happen just by existing.

When you growl playfully, he can’t hide the shiver it gives him.

If he's needy, he'll lap along your glowing patterns in the dark provocatively.

Brings you little trinkets in deep purple.

Prefers kissing you in demon form; says your fangs make it better.

The only one who can make you stop glowing mid-control-lapse just by holding your face.

Doesn’t like showing it, but he’s proud you’re as strong as you are.

✦ BABY

Immediately claims his demon powers are cooler than yours to mess with you.

Makes snarky comments like, "Half demon, full hot," just to get a reaction.

Likes resting his head in your lap, tracing shapes over your skin patterns lazily. Especially your tights.

When you try to hide your fangs, he pouts childishly and tells you not to.

Secretly loves your claws and asks you to scratch his back, it helps him relax. Kinda.

Loves how intimidating you look when you’re mad. Will definetely try to upset you.

Gets horny by just feeling your breathing on his skin.

Says dating you is like having his own supernatural bodyguard slash supermodel.

✦ ZOEY

Thinks your demon features are the coolest thing ever. Gushes about them constantly.

Will excitedly tell anyone (who already knows about demons, probably Rumi first) that her partner is half demon and awesome.

Pout when she realizes she can't teleport with you. Asks you to try again every time.

The first time she sees your patterns glow, she squeals and asks if she can take a picture.

Gets absolutely giddy over your fangs — she calls you "sharkie" just to make you groan.

Tries painting little designs on her own body as a way of supporting you.

Sometimes stares into your yellow eyes mid-conversation and forgets what she was saying.

If you go haunting with her, she’ll point dramatically and shout, "Go, babe!" like you’re her star player.

Loves to jump into your arms —no fear about the claws or fangs or anything— because she trusts you completely.

✦ MIRA

The first time she sees your demon form, she’s like, "Well… that explains a lot. I didn't understand why you were so hot."

Teases you about your patterns but secretly loves them, especially since you're like a work of art.

100% pokes at your fangs to annoy you —"What? They’re cute. And sharp. Like you."

Finds the yellow eyes intimidating in battle, irresistible in private.

Lowkey likes testing how much control you have by whispering suggestive things in your ear.

Makes jokes about you being weaker than her just so you actually show your strength.

Will absolutely paint her nails black to match your claws just to look "couple coordinated."

When you’re upset, she’ll grab your face and tell you to "focus on me" until your glow fades back to calm.

Gets a kick out of kissing you mid-teleport so she’s suddenly making out and you don't escape.

✦ RUMI

Notices your demon patterns immediately but doesn’t bring them up until you’re ready to share. Instead, she just shows her own patterns more often so you feel comfortable.

When you finally tell her, she just smiles and says, "I figured. Still gorgeous."

If they glow when she touches you, she smirks knowingly and leans in closer.

Takes pictures of your yellow eyes — thinks they’re mesmerizing.

When you lose control, she’s not scared. She just takes your hands and grounds you.

Keeps nail polish on hand just to match your dark claws in aesthetic little photoshoots.

Very protective if other demons try to flirt with you. Her stare alone is a warning.

Loves kissing you when your fangs are visible. Finds it thrilling somehow, like kissing danger itself.

If you tease her with your teleportation in a romantic moment, she will absolutely turn the tables physically.

[my-beloved-idol]

Hi! I really like your posts ♥️ I would like to ask you to make headcanons of Huntrix and Saja Boys reactions to their partner cheating. I would be very grateful for your answer!❣️

K-POP DEMON HUNTERS HEADCANONS ✦ YOU CHEAT ON THEM

INCLUDES: saja boys & huntrix.

WARNING: angst.

✦ JINU

Jinu wouldn’t believe it at first. He’d need proof —solid, undeniable proof— before his mind could even begin to process something like that. The idea of you, the person he trusted most, doing something so cruel would feel impossible. But when that proof came, it would hit him like a cold wave.

Jinu doesn’t yell. He doesn’t even raise his voice. He just stands there, staring at you like he’s trying to piece together a puzzle that suddenly doesn’t make sense.

"How long?" When you answer, it’s barely above a whisper. His jaw tightens. "You could’ve just told me. I would have—I... I thought I knew you." There’s a long pause before he speaks again. "Do you have any idea how much I trusted you? I let you see parts of me nobody else gets to see. And you—" He stops, running a hand over his face like it might ground him. "God, I feel like an idiot."

When he finally leaves, he doesn’t slam the door. He closes it with a soft click, and it’s somehow worse than a fight. Later that night, you see his profile picture gone from your phone —not blocked, but like he’s erasing himself from your life piece by piece.

If you tried to explain, he’d cut you off — not with anger, but with the quiet, unshakable resolve of someone who can’t risk trusting you again.

Afterward, Jinu would keep up appearances for others, smiling when he had to, but inside, something fundamental would be fractured. The version of him that believed in unconditional trust would be gone. And though he wouldn’t say it out loud, he’d carry the bitterness for a long time, wondering if he had been too soft, too trusting —if loving you was his biggest mistake.

✦ ABS

Abs’ reaction would be immediate and explosive. He’s a physical, passionate person, so betrayal would ignite every fuse at once.

The second he found out, there would be no silent processing, no giving you time to talk. His voice would be raised, his words sharp and cutting, as if volume alone could drown out the image of you with someone else. "You don’t get to explain this. You don’t get to tell me it was a mistake." For Abs, cheating is a choice, and choices have consequences.

Abs doesn’t even let you finish your explanation.

"Stop. Just stop! Damn it!" He’s pacing, hands on his head, muscles tense like he’s holding himself back from breaking something. "You could’ve told me you didn’t want this anymore. I would’ve let you go. But this?" He points at you like the betrayal is a physical thing he can touch. "This is just cruel." You try to speak again, but he cuts you off. "No. You don’t get to act like the victim." His voice cracks on the last word, and he turns away so you won’t see his eyes. "I thought I was enough for you."

His anger wouldn’t just be at you — it would be at himself, too. He’d think back to every time he defended you, every moment he swore you were different, and the humiliation would burn hotter than the heartbreak.

When the shouting was over and the reality settled in, he wouldn’t cry. He would walk away before you could see him break. But later, alone, he’d let the anger bleed into grief. And though he might seem like someone who moves on fast, he wouldn’t forget. Every time he hears your name or sees a place you shared, it would reignite that sting, and he’d quietly hope the next person he loves never gives him a reason to doubt them.

✦ ROMANCE

Romance is a lover through and through—he gives with his whole heart, and in return, he expects loyalty. Cheating wouldn’t just hurt him, it would shatter his identity as your partner.

He’d confront you with disbelief first, almost begging for you to say it wasn’t true. His voice would break mid-sentence, his hands trembling as he searched your face for any sign that what he heard was a lie. "Tell me it’s not real. Please. Just tell me I’m wrong."

When the truth came out, his heartbreak would be raw and unfiltered. Romance would cry from the bottom of his heart, not caring if you saw the tears. His love language is affection in all forms, and knowing you gave that intimacy to someone else would feel like you had taken the most sacred part of your relationship and thrown it away.

Romance stares at the floor like he can’t look at you. But you can see the glistering of his tears on his cheeks. "You know, I thought I was good at loving people. I thought I knew how to make someone feel safe." His voice is soft bertween sobs, almost too calm. "Guess I was wrong." He finally lifts his gaze, and the look in his eyes is enough to make your stomach turn. He's devastated. "I told you everything about me. I planned a future with you. Do you understand that? A future. And you just—what—threw it away?" When you try to reach for his hand, he steps back like your touch would burn him. "Don’t. You lost that right."

In the days after, he’d write songs or poetry about you, not to win you back, but because the only way he knows how to process pain is to turn it into art.

He’d romanticize the heartbreak even as it destroyed him, telling himself there was beauty in the tragedy. But deep down, he’d carry a quiet bitterness, a disbelief that someone could look into his eyes, kiss him the way you did, and still choose to betray him.

✦ MYSTERY

Mystery would go still. Completely still. His eyes would be unreadable as you tried to explain, his lips pressed into a thin line. He let's out a single word, "No". Inside though, he’d be boiling — his pride, trust, and heart all wounded in one blow. He wouldn’t give you the satisfaction of seeing the chaos inside him.

His head is down, hair falling over his eyes. You can tell if he’s breathing faster. "Why?" It’s a single word, low and rough, like it costs him to speak it. When you try to explain, he doesn’t move, doesn’t look up. }"I don’t want excuses. I want to know why you didn’t just tell me." His voice is steady, but you can hear the hurt buried in it. “You think I wouldn’t have let you go if you wanted someone else? I would’ve. But this? You've just made me hate you..." He turns, finally meeting your eyes —and you wish he hadn’t, because the sadness there is unbearable.

Mystery has always been guarded, and letting you in was rare. So cheating wouldn’t just hurt, it would confirm his deepest fear, that opening up is a mistake. His thoughts would spiral into a cold, detached analysis of your relationship. He’d wonder if you ever truly loved him, or if he had been nothing more than a placeholder until something better came along.

He wouldn’t come back. He wouldn’t text, wouldn’t answer calls, wouldn’t give you a second chance. If you happened to cross paths, you’d get a polite nod at most, but nothing more. In his heart, the wall he keeps around himself would be rebuilt higher, stronger, and colder than ever before.

✦ BABY

Baby Saja would laugh at first. Not because it was funny, but because disbelief is easier to express as mockery than heartbreak. "Wow… that’s cute. That’s really cute." His sarcasm would drip like poison, each word meant to sting. Underneath, though, he’d be reeling.

Once the initial shock faded, the bitterness would come out in full force. He’d start listing everything he did for you, every way he made you feel special, and the fact that it still wasn’t enough would twist the knife deeper.

"You’re joking. You have to be joking!" When you shake your head, his face hardens instantly. "Wow. You really went and proved me right. I told myself not to trust you completely, but I still did. Guess I’m the idiot here." He leans back against the wall, arms crossed. "You know what’s funny? I would’ve done anything for you. Anything. And you couldn’t even be loyal for five minutes." The bitterness in his voice is pure venom, but you can see his hands trembling. His anger would be icy, the kind of cold that seeps into every word and glance. "Go run back to them. See if they’ll love you half as good as I did." When he finally moves, it’s to grab his things without looking at you. "Don’t even think about calling me. We’re done." He slams the door behind him.

Baby likes to think he’s untouchable, but you cheating would feel like someone ripped open his chest and left the wound exposed.

Later, when he was alone, the facade would crack. The confident Baby Saja would disappear, replaced by someone lying awake at night, staring at the ceiling, throwing his phone away after seeing your photos together, wondering what he lacked. And though he might act like he’s moved on, part of him would keep that disappointment close, wearing it like armor so no one else could ever cut him that deep again.

✦ ZOEY

Zoey’s reaction is… different. At first, she doesn’t believe it. She laughs nervously, awkwardly — like maybe she misheard you, or maybe someone made it up.

When she sees the proof, though, the change is instant. Her bubbly, warm energy evaporates, replaced by a hollow stillness. She doesn’t yell. She doesn’t even cry, not right away. She just stares at you with wide, disbelieving eyes, like she’s trying to understand how the person she trusted most could do something to hurt her.

She sits down like her legs won’t hold her up. "Was I… not enough?" The question leaves her lips so quietly it almost hurts to hear. You try to speak, but she shakes her head. "No, don’t. I don’t want to hear it. I just…" Her voice cracks. "I thought we were happy. I told everyone how amazing you were. I—God—" She presses her hands to her face, shoulders trembling. When she stands, her eyes are red but determined. "I can’t do this. Not with you. Not anymore."

When the realization fully settles in, the tears come. And Zoey isn’t the type to cry prettily. Her voice cracks, her breathing hitches, and the pain on her face is raw and unfiltered.

She talks about the plans you made together, the way she bragged about you to her friends, how she thought she’d found something safe. It’s not just betrayal she’s feeling — it’s heartbreak tangled with self-doubt.

Zoey doesn’t slam doors or throw things, but she does walk away without looking back. She’ll cry herself to sleep for weeks, overanalyzing every moment and wondering where she went wrong.

✦ MIRA

Mira’s temper is legendary, but it’s not the first thing you see when she catches you. Instead, she stares at you in silence for a moment too long, her eyes narrowing like she’s piecing together every red flag she ignored.

The air between you grows heavy. Then it hits. Sharp, sudden, and merciless. She doesn’t hold back.

"Wow. You really thought I wouldn’t find out? God, you’re pathetic." Her words cut like knives, each syllable dripping with contempt. She laughs in a sharp, joyless way before stepping closer. "You’re lucky I don’t have the energy to tear you apart the way I want to." The words keep coming, quick and cutting. "I defended you. I fought for you. And for what? So I could find out like this?" Her voice is venom, but her eyes… her eyes are disappointment wrapped in rage. "Do you know how disgusting you look to me right now?" She turns to leave, but stops at the door. "Don’t text me. Don’t call me. Don’t even breathe in my direction. I’m done."

Mira doesn’t give you time to explain because, in her mind, explanations are just excuses dressed up to sound pretty.

When she leaves, it’s with the kind of finality that makes it clear there’s no going back. She won’t stalk your socials or drunk-text you at 3 a.m. She’ll block you everywhere, delete every photo, and if she sees you again, she’ll treat you like a stranger.

✦ RUMI

Rumi doesn’t react right away when she finds out. She freezes first. There’s no explosion, no screaming match. It’s the way her eyes lock onto you like she’s searching for a single lie to cling to, but finds nothing but truth in your guilt.

You’ve seen Rumi angry before, even jealous, but this is worse. She’s quiet. Her breathing is even, her posture perfect, but her voice shakes just enough to betray the storm brewing inside her.

The weight of betrayal isn’t a sharp stab for her, it’s a slow crushing ache that steals the air from her lungs. She doesn’t even want to ask why, the fact that you did it is reason enough.

"Tell me it’s not true!" You don’t answer fast enough, and that’s all it takes. She straightens her posture like she’s bracing herself for impact. "Okay," she says, nodding once, a bitter laugh slipping through. "Okay." Later, the control cracks. Rumi’s voice rises, sharp and cutting, each word laced with venom and disbelief. "Do you have any idea what I’ve done for you? Do you know what I gave up for you? What I protected you from?" She paces, hands trembling even as she tries to keep them at her sides. "And you—you—couldn’t even give me honesty?" Her voice threatens to break, but she swallows it down.

She doesn’t want an explanation; she wants to burn the image of you out of her mind, but she can’t. Every shared laugh, every kiss, every moment you said you loved her now feels like a cruel joke.

Rumi doesn’t forgive quickly — if ever. She’ll walk away, not because she’s weak, but because staying would mean letting you think you could hurt her again. You’ll never see her beg or plead for your love back; she has too much dignity for that. But she’ll think about it in the quiet moments, wondering if she wasn’t enough, and hate herself for wondering.

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Requesting the Saja boys falling inlove with Reader who's their backup dancer(aka, food turned crush)

K-POP DEMON HUNTERS HEADCANONS ✦ BACKUP DANCER

INCLUDES: saja boys & huntrix.

✦ JINU

First notices you during rehearsal when you keep perfectly in sync with him without even trying — it makes his heart skip.

Starts lingering after practice to talk to you, under the excuse of asking about the choreo.

Keeps sneaking little smiles at you from across the stage, even during serious performances.

Brags about you to the stylists, calling you the hidden star of the show.

Gets jealous when you dance with another member for practice, even though it’s just part of the routine.

Catches himself imagining what it would be like to slow dance with you without cameras or crowds.

Uses any excuse to touch your hand during formations.

Gets distracted watching you stretch, not in a pervy way (at first at least) but because you’re just… captivating.

Starts watching fancams that have you in them — not even hiding it anymore.

Realizes he’s fully gone when a simple high-five from you leaves him smiling all night.

"Why are you smiling at me like that?" "Because you’re about to trip in that spin if you don’t look where you’re going." "I’m not—" "—And yet, I’ll catch you anyway." "…You’re impossible." "And you like it."

✦ ABS

The first time you dance together, he’s floored by your energy and confidence.

Makes playful comments about how you should’ve debuted with them just so you’re around more.

Purposely dances near you in group formations so he can feel your energy.

Constantly offers to lift you during lifts and dips — loves the contact.

Notices every little detail you change in choreography and compliments you instantly.

Gets low-key turned on when you dance with sharp, powerful moves.

Always stretches near you, showing off, hoping you’ll look his way. (Gets loud when you don't).

"Forgets" his water bottle just to ask you for a sip of yours.

Gets giddy when he hears you laugh during rehearsals.

Thinks about you before falling asleep after shows — your smile stuck in his head.

"You’re standing way too close." "Funny, I was just thinking you’re standing way too far." "Abs, we’re supposed to be working." "I am working… keeping my favorite dancer in check." "That’s not in your job description." "Guess I’m freelance then."

✦ ROMANCE

Falls first for the way you smile after nailing a tough move.

Writes flirty little lines in his notes app inspired by the way you dance.

Gives you long, warm hugs after shows — says it’s “for morale” but he just likes holding you.

Volunteers for couple choreography with you every single time.

Notices when you’re tired and offers his jacket or a massage. Wants to make you a little more comfortable every chance.

Loves watching your hips move during slow songs — almost misses his cues sometimes.

Pretends to practice with you after hours, but it’s just an excuse to spend more time alone.

Sends you clips of other dancers that remind him of you — flirty coded messages.

Teases you about your stage expressions just to see you blush.

Realizes he’s in deep when your scent on his hoodie makes him smile like an idiot.

"Stop winking at me on stage, I almost missed my cue." "If one wink can throw you off, imagine what two could do." "Romance." "Yes, darling?" "…Never mind." "Thought so."

✦ MYSTERY

Acts unaffected at first, but inside he’s clocked every detail of how you move.

Finds himself always gravitating toward your side during practice.

Steals glances during mirrors check — watching your focus is addictive.

Will subtly adjust your arm or hip placement under the guise of helping with form.

Feels an unfamiliar rush when you make eye contact during a dance break.

Gets shy when you compliment his dancing, but thinks about it for hours.

Lets you borrow his hoodie during rehearsals when you get cold — secretly loves seeing you in it.

Notices he dances more confidently when you’re near.

Stays after practice just to walk out with you.

Realizes he’s hooked when one accidental brush of hands makes his pulse race.

"You don’t talk much during practice." "I save my words for when they matter." "And now?" "…Stay close to me in the lift, I don’t want you slipping." "That’s all?" "For now."

✦ BABY

Pretends not to care when you join rehearsals, but watches your every move.

Roasts your dancing in a joking way, but it’s actually admiration in disguise.

Purposely dances a little closer to you during high-energy songs.

Challenges you to dance battles just to see you laugh.

Posts a blurry pic of you dancinf behind him on his story with no context.

Starts actually trying harder in choreo when you’re around, wanting to impress you.

Acts cocky but melts when you cheer for him after a performance.

Hides his blush if you compliment his outfit or style.

Offers to walk you to your car or van after rehearsals — just because it’s dark.

Lies awake after shows thinking about the way you smiled at him onstage.

"You smirk every time I mess up." "Because it’s cute." "You’re so annoying." "And yet… you’re still blushing." "I’m not!" "Mhm. Keep telling yourself that."

✦ ZOEY

Bursts into excitement when she finds out you’ll be their backup dancer.

Immediately treats you like an old friend, dragging you into group selfies.

Compliments your moves with an over-the-top "Woooo!" every time.

Gives you little pep talks before performances, even if you’re not nervous.

Starts finding reasons to hug you during transitions or after practice.

Brings you small gifts — hair ties for your wrist, snacks, cute keychains.

Gets wide-eyed whenever you improvise a dance move she likes.

Low-key brags about you to her friends outside of the group.

Dances extra playfully when you’re around, wanting to make you laugh.

Realizes she’s falling when the thought of you not being on tour with them makes her chest ache.

"Did you just blow me a kiss in the middle of choreography?" "Uh-huh. Did you catch it?" "That’s not— that’s not how this works." "Sure it is. I give it, you take it." "…You’re ridiculous." "Ridiculously into you, maybe."

✦ MIRA

Pretends not to care that you’re really good, but secretly checks you out in every mirror.

Throws playful jabs about your footwork just to get you to sass her back.

Starts saving you a spot next to her during warm-ups.

Teases you mercilessly when you mess up — but is quick to help you fix it.

Acts unimpressed when you nail a move, but her smirk gives her away.

Purposely dances with extra attitude when paired with you.

Surprises you with a water bottle after long rehearsals. "Don’t read into it, I just had an extra."

Finds herself looking for your reaction whenever the group tries a new formation.

Once stays late just to walk you home, claiming she just happened to be going the same way.

Realizes she likes you when one of your smiles knocks her completely off her rhythm.

"Stop staring at me like that." "Like what?" "Like you’re planning something." "Maybe I am. Maybe I’m not." "…You’re evil." "And you still keep coming back every time."

✦ RUMI

Notices you on the very first day — your discipline and grace instantly earn her respect.

Always gives you the most flattering spots in formation because she wants you to shine.

Offers to run routines with you privately, partly to help… partly to get you alone.

Watches you rehearse in the mirror, admiring your lines more than the choreo itself.

Gives subtle praise in front of others, but in private, her compliments are way softer and personal.

Starts finding excuses to brush your arm or hand during swings and transitions.

Loves catching your eye during a performance — it’s her little anchor on stage.

Brings you tea or snacks when she notices you’re low on energy.

Becomes strangely protective if a staff member talks down to you.

Knows she’s in trouble when your post-show hug feels like the best part of the night.

"You really don’t need to watch me this closely." "Yes, I do. You’re the most captivating part of the stage." "Rumi…” "What? I can’t admire my favorite dancer?" "You’re making it hard to focus." "Good. Now you know how I feel."

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req: huntrix/saja boys with an gn! partner who wants to sit on their lap or be carried but is scared of being too heavy.

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K-POP DEMON HUNTERS HEADCANONS ✦ TOO HEAVY?

INCLUDES: saja boys and huntrix.

✦ JINU

The moment you shyly admit you’d like to sit on his lap or be carried but you’re worried about being too heavy, Jinu literally stops in his tracks, blinking at you like you just said the most absurd thing in the world.

"Too heavy? For me? Babe, you think I’m made of glass or something?" His tone is a mix of mock offense and playful disbelief, a grin tugging at his lips. He leans closer, lowering his voice just enough to sound teasingly conspiratorial. "I could carry you through a whole concert if you wanted. And look good doing it." There’s zero hesitation in his voice. He wants you close, and he’s already plotting how to make it happen.

When he actually pulls you into his lap, he does it in one swift, confident motion — no asking, no warning, just a smooth tug until you’re straddling him. His hands settle firmly on your hips, holding you in place like you belong there (because in his mind, you absolutely do).

If you squirm or mention your weight again, he just flexes his arms dramatically and says, "See? Not even breaking a sweat." And if it’s carrying? He’s even worse—throwing you over his shoulder with a laugh, parading you around like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

✦ ABS

Abby just stares at you for a second, then lets out this slow, disbelieving chuckle like he’s not sure if you’re joking or testing him.

"Heavy? You’re talking to the guy who carries fifty-pound amps up three flights of stairs for fun," he says, rolling his shoulders like he’s warming up. "You? I could toss you over one arm while holding a coffee in the other." The playful cockiness is all there, but under it is genuine warmth he hates the thought that you’d hold back from affection over something so small.

When you finally let him pick you up, he makes a show of it — scooping you up bridal-style with zero effort, spinning you around just to hear you laugh. If it’s lap-sitting, he’ll drag you right onto his thighs and hook an arm around your waist to keep you from moving.

"Perfect fit," he murmurs against your ear, a smirk playing on his lips. And if you still bring up the too heavy thing? He’ll just bounce his knee under you until you’re laughing too hard to argue.

✦ ROMANCE

Romance gasps like you’ve just personally insulted him. "Too heavy? Sweetheart, the only heavy thing here is how much I love you," he says dramatically, pressing a hand to his chest.

It’s over-the-top, but you can tell there’s sincerity in the way his eyes soften. He can’t believe you’d even hesitate —if anything, he’s been hoping you’d do this all along. "Now, please, don’t deny me the joy of holding you like the most precious thing in the world."

When you do give in, he’s all tenderness. Sitting on his lap means his arms wrap fully around you, chin resting on your shoulder as he hums quietly—like he’s savoring the moment.

Carrying you? He does it slow, deliberate, like he’s in a movie scene, sometimes even swaying side to side. And if you so much as sigh in comfort, he’ll whisper, "Told you. Feels good, doesn’t it?"

✦ MYSTERY

He just tilts his head at you, eyes narrowing like he’s trying to process why you’d even think that. Then he rolls his eyes silently and stands up. Takes two steps toward you, and without a word, bends to scoop you up effortlessly.

It’s not until you’re already in his arms that he says in that low, calm tone, "Not heavy. Not even close." No teasing, no flourish. Just quiet conviction that you belong there.

On his lap, Mystery is all solid presence. He pulls you close until you can feel the steady rhythm of his breathing, and his arms lock firmly around your waist like you’re the anchor he didn’t know he needed.

He doesn’t care if you wiggle or adjust —he just holds you tighter. And if you still bring it up? He’ll just give you that unreadable little smile before effortlessly lifting you again like you weigh nothing at all.

✦ BABY

Baby Saja stares at you like you’ve grown two heads. "Are you fucking serious right now? I’m literally built for this." His tone is cocky, but there’s a flicker of concern in his eyes —he doesn’t like you doubting yourself, especially not over something like that. He’ll throw in a little sass too, "You’re lighter than the emotional baggage I carry daily, kitten."

Once he gets you on his lap, he’s a mix of smug and clingy —leaning back with you perched over him, hands resting casually on your thighs. "See? Told you. You fit just fine," he says with a grin that makes your face warm.

If it’s carrying? He’ll scoop you up and purposely take a few extra steps just to show off. And yes —he’s absolutely smirking the entire time.

✦ ZOEY

Zoey gasps like you just broke her heart. "Babe! Nooo! You’re not heavy at all, are you kidding? I wanna hold you!"

She’s already bouncing in place with excitement, reaching for you before you’ve even finished explaining your worry. Her enthusiasm is so overwhelming it melts any hesitation you had.

Lap-sitting with Zoey means her arms are instantly around your neck, face buried against yours as she giggles.

Carrying you? She might be a little wobbly at first, but she doesn’t care —she’s too busy cooing over how cute you look in her arms. And if you bring up the weight thing again, she’ll pout until you stop.

✦ MIRA

Mira snorts the second you say it. "Please. I’ve carried more grocery bags in one trip than your weight." Her sarcasm cuts right through your hesitation, and there’s a spark in her eyes that says she’s not letting you get away with hiding your affection behind excuses. "Now stop wasting time and sit."

On her lap, she grips your waist and adjusts you until you’re exactly where she wants you, close enough for her to rest her chin on your shoulder.

If she’s carrying you, she does it with ease but also makes a show of flexing dramatically just to make you laugh. And if you keep bringing it up? She’ll roll her eyes and mutter, "You really think I’d let something stop me from holding you? Cute."

✦ RUMI

Rumi gives you this look —eyebrows slightly raised, lips curling into a knowing smile. "Too heavy? Darling, do you think I’m delicate? I’ve been in heels for twelve-hour rehearsals and carried full wardrobe racks. You are nothing."

Her tone is playful, but there’s a steady warmth in her voice that leaves no room for doubt. She’s already pulling you closer before you can protest.

When she has you on her lap, it’s with an air of ownership— one hand resting on your thigh while the other strokes your back. Carrying you is equally graceful; she does it like you’re a part of her duty, head high and steps confident. If you even try to say you’re heavy again, she’ll shush you with a kiss.