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[theafangirls]

thea, she/her | kpop fangirl | anime watcher | certified shitposter .⋆♱

-> mature themes ahead; minors interact with discretion

this is my blog purely dedicated to kpop + anime content ᯓ expect lots of rants, thirst, and reblogs 𑣲⋆

-> main: @dorotheeasrce (i write there ≈ masterlist) ☆

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[kaoruartsss]

[pp3lon]

!DADAkuna

A tiger and his tiger cub ^_<

She shows her dad her claws

And I still haven't come up with a name for her

[dorotheeasrce]

just saw an edit of heeseung's new documentary to "you're on you own kid" by taylor swift and it's changed my whole perspective on.. everything..

[theafangirls]

because it's like something just clicked. and of course in some way i knew that heeseung had to have put in so much fucking effort for this solo release and have so much courage to leave enhypen in the first place but it's like. something about it just... clicked to me. and it's like yes i can be sad that enhypen isn't together in the way i've grown up with for six years, but... they're still my boys? how could i ever have thought about not being an engene anymore, or not being an ever, deep down in my heart? sure, i might not feel compelled to pre-order this new enha comeback like i have been for the past three years but like... i will always love them. and i will always support them i know i will. i'm so fucking proud of heeseung and i love him so much. and it's like... that's my man for real. 🥹

[shibuyafiles]

hand kisses.

(fushiguro megumi x fem!reader)

genre: fluff

megumi has a strict rule against direct public displays of affection, until he finds a loophole of sorts that backfires.

wc: ~1.5k

cw: established relationship, teasing, romantic tension, indirect kissing, hand holding

“c’mon, fushiguro! just one! one round! i’ll even let you pick the cursed technique—”

“pass.”

“PLEASE. i’m BEGGING.”

“your begging’s annoying.”

thirty-seven minutes of this—you’d counted. you’d watched the whole thing from the benches, textbook abandoned, because watching your mutual friend systematically wear down your boyfriend’s patience was genuinely entertaining content.

and then megumi had finally snapped. “fine. one round.”

itadori’s victory cheer was cut short by megumi’s fist connecting with his jaw.

the spar was fine, really.

you were absolutely not watching his hands—the way his fingers curled and splayed with every summon and command, shadows bending to his will.

you were definitely not watching the way his shirt started clinging to his torso as he moved, sweat darkening the fabric across his chest, his back, the dip of his—

nope.

nope.

you were a respectful partner.

at least right until the spar ended with megumi pinning itadori to the gravel, dust settling around them in the humid air. he had one forearm locked across his classmate’s throat, the other—oh—the other hand twisted tight in his collar, knuckles white. his breathing was heavy, rough pants echoing in the quiet yard. his hair had come loose from its usual spikes, falling across his forehead in damp strands. sweat traced a path down his temple, his jaw, the column of his throat—

oh, you were done for.

megumi released itadori, who was complaining something about ‘unfair pet privileges’, and pushed himself to his feet. he was panting slightly. his chest rose and fell, shirt clinging in ways that should be illegal, and his hands—those hands—were flexing at his sides like he was shaking off residual tension.

long fingers. elegant knuckles. veins. and the way his thumb dragged across his lower lip, wiping away a bead of sweat—

you made a sound.

you hadn’t meant to. it was somewhere between a whimper and a growl, and it had escaped before you could stop it.

megumi's head snapped toward you. his eyes—dilated, still half-feral from the fight—locked onto yours.

oh, you were so dead.

or perhaps... you weren’t. megumi put space between himself and itadori’s sprawled, resting body on the field. perhaps his distance would give you the repose you needed to compose yourself.

except it failed. miserably.

because he was still there, a few feet across the yard, stretching cool-down muscles. arms reached over his head, shirt riding up to expose a sliver of pale stomach. his hands—god—were clasped behind his neck, fingers interlaced, knuckles pressing against his spine like he was trying to crack his back.

and then he bent forward, palms flat on the ground, hips flexing. the line of his spine, the way his shoulder blades shifted, the way the t-shirt was stuck to his skin with sweat, highlighting hidden muscles beneath—

you stood up so fast you knocked over your textbook.

megumi straightened and looked at you.

and smiled. a real smile—soft, private. knowing.

you walked over. you had no choice. your legs were moving on their own, drawn to him like gravity.

“your staring was distracting.” there was no bite to his words.

“me?” you pointed a finger at yourself. “i wasn’t the distracting one.”

he nodded, disbelieving.

“i mean it. i didn’t get any studying done.”

“that’s not good.”

“it isn’t.” you shook your head. “i need to be compensated.”

megumi tilted his head.

“i know, i know. no kissing in public.”

“no,” megumi agreed.

‘shame,’ you thought, ‘so strict.’—until he brought one hand to his own lips, pressing a kiss to his knuckles—and then offered it to you.

you stared at his hand.

those long fingers, slightly callused, knuckles still faintly pink from where they’d connected with itadori's jaw. the same hand that had been twisted in his collar moments ago, holding him down with quiet strength.

now it was just... there. offered. fingers relaxed, waiting.

“you just—” you started slowly, brain short-circuiting as you looked from his mouth to his hand. “and now you’re offering them to me?”

“mm.”

“that’s..” you swallowed. “that's, you’re—”

megumi’s eyebrow arched. “you want me to take it back?”

“no!”

you grabbed his hand before he could. you wrapped your fingers around his palm—a little sweaty from the spar, and you didn’t care at all. you cared so little that you lifted it to your own lips and pressed a kiss to the same knuckle he’d just kissed, right where his lips had been. same place. same pressure, deliberate.

megumi’s breath hitched, barely, a tiny catch in his throat that you wouldn’t have noticed if you weren’t obsessed with every sound your quiet boyfriend made. you needed more.

“what?” you pulled back, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes. “you thought one would make up for it?”

megumi blinked. something flickered across his face—surprise, maybe, or that quiet intensity he got when you caught him off guard.

“i—” he stopped and swallowed. you watched his throat bob, the way his fingers, still in your grasp, tightened just slightly.

“one kiss on the knuckles,” you continued, voice dripping with mock consideration, “for forty minutes of watching you be distractingly attractive? for the lost study time? for the vein crimes?”

“vein crimes?”

“yeah, especially those.”

megumi’s lips twitched in that soft, hidden pull that was threatening to break through, but he was fighting it. losing the fight.

“so,” you said, lifting his hand again, “i think i deserve—”

you pressed another kiss to his knuckles. slower this time, lingering. your lips dragged across the skin, and you felt the faint tremor run through his fingers.

“—at least—”

another kiss. this one to the next knuckle.

“—a few—”

and another.

“—more.”

by the time you’d kissed each knuckle individually, megumi’s hand was trembling. just enough. it was a fascinating contrast—the very hands that commanded cold shadows were now radiating a sweet warmth beneath your lips.

his face—his beautiful, composed, impossible face—was faintly pink. a dusting of color across his cheekbones was creeping toward his ears.

oh, you’d won.

“that’s—” he faltered. “that’s enough.”

“is it?” you asked, sweet. “dunno. i’m still feeling pretty uncompensated.”

megumi’s jaw tightened. his eyes—flustered—locked onto yours.

his free hand came up—and you watched it, watched the way his fingers curled, the way they stopped short of your jaw, wanting to tilt your face up. his thumb traced the air over your lower lip, featherlight.

“i can’t kiss you here,” megumi said quietly. “outside. itadori’s still—”

“wheezing. yeah, i know.”

and then he leaned in—pressing his thumb against your lips, kissing his own finger.

his lips met his own skin, just barely brushing, but you felt it—the warmth, the promise of what he couldn’t do. his eyes stayed locked on yours the whole time, intense and just a little bit flustered.

when he pulled back, his ears were definitely red now.

“compensation,” megumi murmured.

“you—” the word came out strangled. you cleared your throat. “that’s not how it works. you can’t compensate me by kissing yourself.”

“seemed fair.”

you wanted to kiss him so badly it physically hurt. but megumi was right—itadori was finally staggering to his feet, and kugisaki was walking back into the field after taking a private phone call, and your teacher was probably—

the quiet bubble around you both shattered instantly.

“MEGUMIII~II~!”

your soul left your body.

gojo materialized out of nowhere, sunglasses pushed up, eyes wide and sparkling with unholy glee. his phone was already out.

“did i just see that?! did you JUST—kiss your own thumb—while touching your girlfriend’s face—in public—and think no one would notice??”

megumi’s face went from pink to red.

“don’t.”

“don’t what? don’t immortalize this moment for future generations?? don’t show this to everyone at the next meeting??”

“just don’t.”

the man was already cackling, phone held high, spinning in a dramatic circle like he’d just captured the rarest footage known to man.

“this is pure gold. just amazing. the fushiguro megumi, known stoic, emotionless brick wall, kissing his own thumb because he can’t smooch in public?? that’s—it’s art. cinema. that’s—”

before the words even fully left his mouth, megumi’s hands were already coming together, wrists crossing in a lethal motion. the airy-ink pooling at his boots aggressively surged upward, the temperature in the yard dropping a sharp five degrees as a heavy, ancient pressure began to manifest under the sun.

“ah-ah-ah! you wouldn’t.”

gojo didn't even blink, his cackle looping seamlessly into an amused, sing-song warning, but he did take a step back. smart man.

the shadows snapped back into place, deflating as he aborted the summon, scowling and choosing to glare holes through his teacher. you, meanwhile, were trying very hard not to laugh and failing horribly.

“your ears are so red,” you whispered delightedly. “i’ve never seen ‘em this red. it’s my new favorite thing.”

megumi side-eyed you, brows knitting. “i don’t forgive you.”

“you will.”

he finally looked at you—and despite the red ears, the ongoing laughter in the background, itadori stumbling over to ask what was so funny—megumi smiled, small. private. for you. your hands found each other, fingers lacing together.

“you still owe me compensation though.” you muttered.

he exhaled, his thumb stroking your knuckles. “later.”

[tteokdoroki]

megumi is such a fan of pussyjobs..

✩꒱ while she sleeps ft. megumi fushiguro .ᐟ

🏁 ꒰ ✩ smut ⋆ mdni ⋆ characters are adults. boyfriend!megumi fushiguro and fem!reader. established relationship, somnophilia, pussy jobs, clothed sex, free use, cum play. ꒰ gumi decides that getting you off feels best when you’re asleep and dreaming. ꒱

megumi likes them most when you’re too tired for a proper fucking. he crawls over you while you sleep and shrouds you in his shadow — wide shoulders kissed by moonlight that hide you from the eclipse — his fingers soft against your hips like the gentle twinkle of stars in the distance as he presses your knees into your shoulders.

“easy, baby girl, s’just me,” his voice is hoarse with crumbling restraint, weighed down in his throat by his insatiable greed. sweatpants have long since been rolled down and nestled under balls that twitch with a brilliant and impending load. megumi’s cock his heavy against your stomach — the head vibrant red whilst it oozes pre onto the frilly waistband of your panties.

at first — he smacks himself against your clothed core, prodding at your hole which he craves the energy to fill. for now, megumi makes it work. he finds that he adores the white cotton undergarments you wear. frilly with a delicate pink bow just under your navel. he doesn’t take them off. too fond of the decoration to his sin. he doesn’t even tuck them to the side, he slides himself through the loop of fabric at your leg and thrusts. careful, tentative, and slow as if to make you really feel it. prominent veins pulsing where they meet your beating clit.

you stir cutely, calling his name as if to greet him in your dream. megumi kisses the crease between your brows — soothing, attentive. “i’ve got you, let me make you feel good.”

claggy, syrupy sounds cling to the cool night, arousal catching on megumi’s shaft with each pass through your sopping mound. you’ve probably no idea how wet you are, tendrils of sleep woven around your mind — making you pliant and perfect for him. he hisses when you clench around nothing but catch on every part of him, aching to be filled with his length.

the gusset of your soft cotton panties darken in the exchange of slick and precum — the gooey strands forming a strong web where he ends and you begin. much like the rise of your sun and the fall of his moon, the cycle of pleasure is endless and it embraces you even in deep slumber. his hips draw back, pearlescent and slender, and his mushroomed tip slips beneath the scalloped edge of your underwear once more. using nimble fingers and a gentle grip as to not spark any over-sensitivity — fushiguro takes hold of himself, his curved lengthy shaft bobbing in between nimble digits, for better leverage. rubbing his milky oozing head back and forth over your arousal beading nub.

occasionally he dips past the tight ring of your entrance, shuddering at your iron grip — pride tingling within the gap between brain and his skull at how selfishly you lock down on him even when you’re not awake to show the world.

he’ll always count his lucky stars that you’re so eager, so willing to let him have you as he sees fit. awake or asleep your precious pussy belongs to him. in the depths of your consciousness she craves him, it’s obvious in the way your hips canter upwards to meet megumi’s as your high approaches like rushing rapids. the manner in which your back bows towards the night sky — forcing his chest to yours as though you are trying to fuse your heartbeats into one.

“so good to me. so fucking good.” megumi coos under his breath, hidden beneath his aerated moans because he cums not too long after. limbs wobbly with his collapse on top of you imminent. his weight your shaky, sleepy frame is accompanied a shot of translucent, viscous white into the seat of your panties. the flood swirling with heated gush of nectar from your abused slit. all of it smears lewdly through your abused folds, white on your sensitive clit in the form of his signature.

lashes kiss your cheeks and neck whilst megumi steadies himself in the scent of sex and warmth of your skin. his breath shattered and mystified against you.

“i can be even better,” you murmur to him, feeling him flinch in surprise when your fingers curl in midnight locks at the nape of his neck — roused by the cooling mess between your thighs. “if you cum inside next time.”

all megumi can do is groan — hungry and appreciative because you really are always so ready for him.

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[luckiestgirleverrrr]

he’s sooooooooo insane for this

[crybabybat]

You literally have to understand that ur closest friends and loved ones may very well have kinks or fetishes that gross or freak you out and they simply won’t tell you because they know it grosses or freaks you out. Like you have no way of knowing if your best friend is into necro roleplay if she doesn’t wanna tell you. Sometimes you date someone for years before finding out they have a thing for incest. Maybe your coworker likes ageplay and diapers. Who gives a fuck. Nothing changes between you knowing and not knowing except your own constructed moral outrage.

[hijkio]

Just teens in their 20s messing around yknow

[f-tality0]

Bad posture Yuji

[hayleythesugarbowl]

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[theafangirls]

that feeling when you realise you'll probably never actually meet your idol and be able to tell them how much they mean to you... that fucking sucks man 💔

[coerbiased]

fav notification - edwards martin

pairing sleepy!bf!martin x gf!reader (est. relationship)

contains fluff fluff fluff, skinship/kissing, one ss | wc: 1.2k

“nah, i usually don’t sleep when im working on music”

in which you join martins livestream just to tease him, but the night somehow ends with you in his arms.

a/n: hii.. it’s been a while since i even opened this app.. hence why this is a draft from like over a month ago i think?? but im still very much obsessed w martins weverse streams.. he’s sooo bf. enjoy!! ⤷ masterlist

“m.j. edwards started a livestream“

martin has been working nonstop this comeback, so you barely ever get to see him.

and the only thing that keeps yourself from not missing him too much are his weverse streams.

whenever that notification pops up your heart gets all tingly, knowing you’re going to be staring at your phone for the next hour, knowing you’re about to admire him through a screen.

even though it kills you not being able to feel his warmth, his arms around yours, his eyes fixating on you, whenever you look in his direction — you try to make the best out of it.

watching martin work on his own music, seeing him so passionate about creating, made all the hours you’ve spend missing him worthwhile.

still, somehow during every stream, you try to sneakily get his attention.

this time, you decided to text martin out of nowhere, while he‘s actively reading out comments just to see how he would react when seeing your name pop up on his lockscreen.

you click send on your message.

and his phone lights up almost immediately.

you examine martins next moves thoroughly— his eyes move over to his screen, he takes a quick look and after realization hits a smile starts to form on the corner of his mouth instantly.

as he skims through your text, you could tell he was debating wether or not to respond.

he kept pretending to read what his fans were saying, but you noticed his mind wandering, still contemplating.

his tongue poking his cheeks, trying to hold back a smile.

martin coughs hesitantly, wanting to return to his previous conversation regarding someone’s comment.

but he caves in, as soon as you send another message.

he grabs his phone, and moves his chair slightly away from frame.

you were wondering what he could possible be doing off screen for so long, 'cause you haven’t received a text back yet.

instead you received a notification from paypal.

as you guys were texting, the chat moved rapidly trying to figure out what martin was doing off screen and also telling him to go back to playing unreleased demos.

when he moved back into frame, he was cheesing noticeably.

you watch him run his fingers through his hair, adjusting himself on the chair, trying to keep his composure.

so you existed the livestream, and opened the uber app instead.

even on the drive over here, you continued watching his live, unable to keep your eyes off of him for just more than a second.

as you were walking into the building, you texted martin to let him know that you arrived.

and out of curiosity, you join his stream once again, simply wanting to see how he’d end the live.

his eyes lit up as soon as he read your message and a slight grin appeared on his face. he was still trying to keep it lowkey, but failed miserably.

“you look tired. go to bed martin” he says reading out someone’s comment.

“well, if you say so.” he replies to the comment while yawning.

he did look extremely tired, but to be fair you cant remember the last time he didn’t.

during every facetime call, he blinks intensely trying to stay awake or he even just shuts his eyes for a while before opening them again, without even noticing that he’d fallen asleep. so you just act like you’re the one who‘s tired and end the call, solely for his sake.

he would never admit to being overworked, he tells you it’s part of the job, he just has to adjust. but you can’t help but worry.

he continues, “it is getting late. shouldn’t y’all be sleeping as well?

… okay well, i’ll go now, love you coer. stay healthy and rest well.”he adds, blowing the viewers a small kiss before leaving.

and just like that, the livestream ended.

you waited a few seconds before knocking on his door, just to be sure.

while still sitting in his chair, he opened door.

greeting you with a soft smile, which on one hand showed how happy he was to see you, but on the other hand also showed his lack of sleep.

as you take a step into his studio, you position yourself infront of him, which caused your knees to brush against his chair. tilting your head downward, as you run one hand through his hair.

“aw, sleepy martin.” you say lightheartedly, as you move the hand from his hair down, to softly cup the side of his face.

his face slowly melts into your touch, resting it on your hand, while you gently rub your thumb over his cheeks.

“come here.” you say, while tugging at his sleeves, wanting to move you both to the couch.

you‘ve never seen him this quiet. you’re usually used to him throwing himself at you and bombarding you with kisses and his thoughts.

but right now his voice is barely above a whisper when mumbling, “can‘t, i haven’t finished the song yet.”

you raise your eyebrows slightly. “hey, you wanted me here, so spend time with me.”

he chuckles quietly, as you drag him to the couch.

after he sat down next to you, he instinctively put his hand around your shoulder before pulling your legs over his.

so you put your head on his chest.

you stayed in that position— in that silence for a while, letting him rest as he absentmindedly played with your hair. occasionally drawing circles on your legs with his fingers.

“y/n.” he blurts out suddenly.

“hm?” you look up at him and are met with him already gazing at you.

his eyes had a twinkle in them, a twinkle that was fairly familiar to you.

the corner of his mouth lifted, smirking. you knew that certain smirk of his all too well.

his gaze moved from your eyes down to your mouth.

your hand came up automatically to brush through his hair, as well as tilting his head closer to you.

his lips met yours. slowly and softly.

quiet sighs escaping him, as you start fiddling with the hair on his neck.

despite his colds hands sliding around your waist, his touch still felt warm.

but you could feel how tired he was.

his lips lingered longer than usual.

his breaths were quieter than usual.

his fingers were loose instead of firm.

instead of gripping onto you, so that this moment wouldn’t end, it felt like you were slowly slipping away.

so, you pull away.

“what’s wrong?” martin asks concernedly.

“you’re too tired. i feel bad.”

“i’m never too tired to kiss you.”

you furrow your eyebrows in doubt. “you didn‘t even hold me the right way.”

he sighs, “i’ll lock in now. i promise.” and his eyes dipped back to your lips.

you giggle lightly in response, before he pulls you back in.

he moved his hands to your hips, and your breathing went choppy as his got deeper. it was nothing like the previous kiss.

he gave you a wideopen mouth kiss, angling his head perfectly to make it feel heavier.

the rest of the night continued exactly like that. you in his arms, kissing and smiling at each other inbetween breaths.

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[myrainbowgelpen]

how life feels when i'm reading CORTIS x reader

JAMES

fever

architecturally pleasing

blonde hair

back to you

where'd you get that

not yours

cornered

just this once

lieutenant

ride

national anthem

never let go

after hours

intoxicating

fight dirty

close isn't close enough

my girl

in need of you

late night conversations for the platonically doomed

forks in the road

midnight fiction

JUHOON

moon lovers

too much?

4me4me

love is

a suitable arrangement

not like him at all

pretty when you cry

clingy

fate

the man who can't be moved

apocalypse

MARTIN

boyfriend!martin

daydreams of you

his wish was you

accidentally, lovingly

bf!martin taking care of you when you're sick

kiss me more

do i have what it takes?

six foot three, zero dignity

bro's the type to

yappatron

SEONGHYEON

just one day

stay with me

keonho knows best

looking the wrong way

love alphabet

little things

bf!seonghyeon

just because

what lovers do

you didn't have to wait for me

midnight snack

first drink

kissing boys is not something i do often

okay, me time now!

telepathy love

so in love with you

wherever you are

ms. independent and mr. act of service

the petty silent treatment

let's go shopping

ambivalence

seventeen candles

brace yourself

bro's the type to

me & u

erm... awkward

hollywood action

KEONHO

opposites attract

green eyed monster

come get your man!

champagne borrowed & someone blue

i'm not cute anymore

blanket pile

chapstick trend

happy birthday, spidey

sleepyhead

summer fever

tutoring w know-it-all keonho

golden retriever x black cat

unblock!

barbie and ken

recommended for you (and me)

told ya so

focus on me

fade into you

OT5

BF headcanons

you got sick?

blah blah blah.. proper name...

ur my bf??

please talk to me.

[itsactuallylina]

#WEINDAT ꩜ AKH

synopsis: keonho sees you in wonhee’s tweet and realizes he #needsthat pairing: keonho x f!reader genre: crack, fluff, romance contains: non idol au, smau, attempts at comedy ss count: 7 ft. illit wonhee a/n: hai guys hope u enjoy this cortis masterlist

@k-records

[haruaverse]

How They Love You || CORTIS

➤ ot5 x reader ♡

A collection of boyfriend headcanons exploring how each CORTIS member falls in love, how you meet, and the unique relationship you share together. ♥︎

⊱ 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 ⊰

|| James ||

Trope: Childhood best friends

❀ The two of you basically grew up together!

❀ Both your families had always joked that you'd end up together one day.

❀ At first you didn't believe it, James didn't either... until one day he realized how big his feelings for you had grown.

❀ Dating felt almost identical to your friendship, the difference was just more hand-holding and kisses.

❀ To you James was the literal definition of "golden retriever boyfriend."

❀ He was constantly sending you memes on any platform he could.

❀ Loves to give you little forehead kisses when he sees you.

❀ You're the first person he wants to tell whenever something exciting happens to him.

❀ You realized that you know each other so well that sometimes you communicated without real words and only through small actions...

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|| Juhoon ||

Trope: Mutual friends

✧ You had known Martin for a few months before he had introduced you to his friends.

✧ That's the first time you layed eyes on him, Juhoon.

✧ He tried his absolute best to be cool around you but he failed every single time the moment he heard your laugh or saw your smile...

✧ After you started dating you noticed how clingy he could get.

✧ He loves nothing more than intertwining your fingers with his, no matter where you two were.

✧ Makes playlists just for you with the sweetest titles ever.

✧ He always playes the groups demos for you because your opinion matters to him so much more than you think.

✧ Looks at you like you're the only person in the room.

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|| Martin ||

Trope: Best friend's sibling

ᰔ At first James was very weary to let anyone of the members near you.

ᰔ He eventually came around after you pestered him with it since you really wanted to meet his friends.

ᰔ Martin kept insisting that he had no romanticall feelings towards you until everyone around you could tell he was lying.

ᰔ He fell first and harder.

ᰔ The two of you eventually started hanging out all the time since James dragged you both everywhere.

ᰔ Martin was incredibly gentle and sweet with you since he met you.

ᰔ He loves wrapping his arm tightly around your waist or shoulders when standing next to you.

ᰔ Always remembers the smallest details about you, like your favorite snack or the way you take your coffee.

ᰔ The group teases him all the time because his voice gets noticeably softer whenever he talks about you.

ᰔ At first James didn't like it at all but after he saw how Martin cares for you he started getting use to it.

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|| Seonghyeon ||

Trope: Highschool sweethearts.

♦︎ The two of you met because you got paired together for a group project.

♦︎ At first you thought he was pretty intimidating.

♦︎ But it turned out he was the biggest sweetheart you've ever met.

♦︎ He always insisted on walking you home after late night study sessions

♦︎ You slowly fell for each other over months.

♦︎ Seonghyeon is very protective over you without being overbearing.

♦︎ He always carries your bag for you.

♦︎ Quietly fixes your hair or adjusts your scarf.

♦︎ Loves simply sitting beside you doing absolutely nothing.

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|| Keonho ||

Trope: Café meet-cute.

♫ You worked at your family's café on the weekends.

♫ Keonho had became a regular.

♫ At first he claimed it was because he could do his homework without being bothered and drink something warm.

♫ The other members quickly realized it most definitely wasn't because of that.

♫ You always had his order ready the moment he came in.

♫ When you started dating you noticed how affectionate he is.

♫ He always gives you back hugs when he can.

♫ Absolutely loves sending you candid pictures of you at random times.

♫ Tells you he loves you and how proud he is of you everytime he can.

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𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐮𝐮 ♥︎

𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 💋

[i8cortis]

cortis x minecraft headcanons ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆

༘⋆ bf!cortis x reader

༘⋆ fluff, crack, use of y/n and petnames, established relationship

a/n: back in my minecraft era lol, this is just random stuff (wc: 700+)

⧽ james

- steve joined the game

- “love, you didn’t change your name?”

- “i didn’t know i had one” he’s genuine

- starts playing bc of you but he really gets into it

- “so y/n, i saw this reel where they show you how to do an exp farm”

- he made it around 3 times and failed

- you follow the game until the end; he learns all the lore and tricks to kill the ender dragon

- “babe, we need to make obsidian so we can get to the nether”

- he DOES NOT like the nether, but he will sacrifice himself for the sake of minecraft

- at first, he was so excited when you start mining and finding minerals

- now he’s greedy asf and don’t like basic stuff like gold or iron

- “let’s get into this mansion” he got killed 6 times by illagers

- actually managed to get the totem of undying after seeing a tutorial on youtube

⧽ juhoon

- jjujjuluvsu joined the game

- you guys spawned casually in the cherry blossom biome

- “we should build a cute house” he said while felling down a tree

- the first night you actually sleep in a hole underground

- survival skills are on point, he’s always saving your ass

- “jju, i want to make a farm” he gets all the animals while you build it

- you guys get READY before going mining: full iron armor, lots of food, pickaxe replacements, water buckets, etc

- actually make really cool discoveries while mining, until you get into a dark and weird place; deep dark biome

- “WHAT WAS THAT??” he says after getting killed in a instant by a warden

- makes everything you send him on tiktok, houses, mansions, farms, pet houses…

- he always surprises you!

⧽ martin

- martinicortisleader joined the game

- genuinely had to wait 15 minutes for him to pick a skin

- “i need my skin to be like me, so it needs a good outfit”

- you guys just get the basics: some uncooked food, tools and that’s it

- the whole game for you two is just to mine.

- “the first to get diamonds wins”

- always making up bets… but he’s not a very good loser

- “MARTINNNN LOOK AT THIS” you show your screen to him, your character looking directly to a block of diamonds you’re about to mine

- *y/nprogamer was slain by martinicortisleader*

- he makes it up to you, i promise

- “this song is actually fire” C418, prepare to hear it on his next project

- you two download a bunch of horror mods

- “let’s make a challenge to add them all at once”

- his computer did NOT endure it

⧽ seonghyeon

- seannnboi joined the game

- “bro, what the hell is this biome?” you ended up in the badlands

- created around 5 worlds bc he didn’t like any biome but refused to use seeds

- “you get the materials and i’ll make our mansion”

- he was shot 3 times by a skeleton and a creeper blow half of the construction

- you guys ended up in a 6x6 dirt block house with just beds and a coffin

- he swears he only plays it because you like it

- until you catch him online at 3am; bro is casually building a whole ass city in creative mode

- “babe, i just saw a tiktok about herobrine, that can’t be real, right?”

- the next time you play together, you change your name and skin

- “y/n, i swear i saw him…” you treat him like he’s crazy

⧽ keonho

- keonhoe14 joined the game

- “i actually made this in survival mode” full diamond block house + full diamond armor

- “yeah… sure”

- get on creative mode just to blow everything up with tnt

- hope you don’t find a village bc he will torture those poor villagers…

- gets killed every time by iron golems

- he’s really adventurous and get lost mining because “he’s just focused on getting diamonds”

- “sweetheart, can you pleaseeee teleport me pls pls pls”

- domesticated to many dogs and they always ended up dead cuz he’s too daring with every monster he encounters lol

- “BRO COOKIE NUMBER 15 JUST DIED” he’s literally crying in your arms

- keep inventory player

- you guys house has like 3 different types of wood