[vampmira]

SELENOPHILE.

...someone who loves the moon and stars.

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[vampmira]

random question, but what character(s) do you yumeship with?

for a second i fully forgot i said i'm also a yume/selfshipper and thought i had another stalker 😭

ANYWAYS! i have a lot of f/os of whom i deeply adore but i don't feel comfortable sharing my wholeeeee list cs i don't wanna attract hate or anything

but from squid game alone ,, i ship with saebyeok (qpr, sharing), namgyu n thanos (romantic polyam, selective), junho (romantic, sharing), daeho (romantic, non-sharing), and minsu (familial, non-sharing)

i'm mostly hypersharing so it's a surprise some of my only non-sharing and selective sharing f/os are from squid game hehe

[vampmira]

Hello, it's the Ji-yeong x fem!reader requester <3

TYSM for writing my request!! This year has been a really hard one, so reading this oneshot brought me a lot of comfort; I really adored it. ESPECIALLY considering I self-ship with Ji-yeong, and there's hardly any x reader content of her 😭, so I'm always really happy when writers publish stuff like this

Remember to take care of yourself as well ❤️

yeah ofc 🥹🥹 i lovee a fellow selfshipper so i'm glad you liked it ! ❤️‍🩹

[vampmira]

i don't wanna fight your shadow.

it feels like a struggle to make her smile at you when there was a time where you were her sun.

(njws boycott vers.)

pairing(s): jiyeong / player 240 x gn!reader

warning(s): negligence (emotional abandonment?), hurt/comfort, no games au

wc: 1.5k

request | college killed my creative spark,, it's good to be back – happy new year everyone! though i've been gone, thank you for all the support. ❤️‍🩹

there was a time where you and your girlfriend were always attached at the hip. where she would rather die than let go of your hand to let you go to the bathroom or cook alone rather than holding her arms around your waist or end her kissing you marathon when you needed to get some personal work done. she lived to personally distract you, merging your space with hers, living in your own personal universe where no others could dream of joining or intervening with their asteroids or shooting stars.

the stars lived amongst jiyeong's eyes when she looked at you. you'd turn your face towards her face as it rested on your shoulder and her eyes would be as dilated as a cat's – full of wonder and love, staring as if you were an angel who graced her presence and a gift from the universe that welcomed her into your cozy apartment and would cook with her no matter how late the two of you stayed awake in the night. the gorgeous royal that didn't mind her hanging off of them at all hours.

there was nothing better than her love for you and your love for her. the devotion was proven with every passing second the two of you stood together, breathing life into each other's lungs with every kiss that was more firy than the morning sun and more filling than the waves of the ocean, merging the coasts of your worlds into one personal island – the island of jiyeong and her self-proclaimed soulmate.

you find yourself rolling over in bed, staring at a head of messy brown hair and blonde highlights, fondly remembering that time, tracing the space between your bodies with your thumb.

that never used to be there before.

it couldn't have been any wider than your own hand or a horizontal pillow, but there was a time where jiyeong wouldn't even imagine sleeping without her legs entangled with yours or her cold hand underneath the warmth of your shirt as she mumbled about wanting to climb under your skin. she's almost convinced you to let her before she started shuffling away in her sleep, and soon after, in her conscious being. it's unreal, that space.

where she once clinged to you until her nose was secured in your neck during movie night, you now had to reach out with a grabby hand to, at most, get a small sigh before loosely holding your hand. it wasn't a tight grip like it used to be.

staring at whatever indie slasher movie she put on, it all slid by through colors and screams as you tried not to let every jumpscare turn into an opportunity for jiyeong to let go of your hand. her hand is warm for once, like a lifeline, one keeping your heart pumping even as she blankly stares into the mind-numbing blue lighted screen.

there sits the shell of your girlfriend on your couch and somehow, you are trying to imagine life in her cold cheeks and loose hands and no longer dilated, universe-dark, star-filled eyes.

it scares you a little. how the universe you have built together in only a few months is collapsing in front of you in, not a supernova or colliding planets causing a firy explosion, but the quiet burning out of a star that pushes everything away in its process.

the only burning here is in your throat, tearing through your muscles as your nervous system does its job and builds an imaginary lump in the space there as you reminisce and ruminate in silence at where the spark went, where your island floated off to when you weren't looking. you try to talk to her, but the words catch in your throat.

are you bored of the movie?

are you okay?

do you wanna do something else?

someone else?

are you bored of us?

your misty eyes trail down to her hand – her soft, freezing cold, loosely-held hand. your only tether to home with broken nails and moisturized skin.

and let go.

her hand drops onto the cushions, slithering back into her own space without a second glance to you. it's quick, automatic, as if she was waiting for the chance to tuck her hand back into her crossed arms. it bites, stinging your eyes and heart in waves everytime it replays in your mind. again and again, it loops as if a broken tape left on repeat against your will, a visual torture to your heart even as you roll over to hide away in the couch cushion, tears spilling with a quiet shakiness as a weight silently leaves you on the other end of the couch, cold and falling apart.

you don't even notice when the waves of pain and tingling at your eyes send you to sleep, weighing on your eyelids as you wake up who knows how many hours later in bed.

it throws you off, at first. as if falling asleep in the car as a kid, then waking up in bed after being carried inside. there's a word for the disconnection you feel against yourself and the warmth of your sheets, the ones you don't remember lying against until right now, but the sun blinds you before you can really think about it.

a warm weight presses into your body, knocking you onto your back, when you're ambushed with a flurry of gentle kisses to your chest. a face presses into the side of yours with a hum, chin atop of your chest.

"g'morning." a soft voice, weighed by sleepiness, fills your ears. you're suddenly aware of the crust in your eyes and the drying tears on your cheeks and rub them away, disturbing the body that lays over you. jiyeong rolls over in her tank top and shorts to let you sit up, messy haired and wet-eyed. "rough night? you look like a mess."

she snickers. genuinely. as if she's trying not to make fun of you, but she's really failing. in your state, it hurts a bit when it shouldn't. your hands fidget with the blanket and tiny real tears build up in your waking eyes. it felt so real, as if she was dissappearing before your eyes, and now, she sits bathed in sunlight, laughing, glowing.

"we're okay, right?" it comes out like a silly question, what with jiyeong smiling all silly at you. "like we're not gonna break up anytime soon, right?"

that smile fizzles out rapidly. her face twists as she scoots in close.

"what? wh- why? why would we break up?" your breath picks up.

"i don't know. i- i had this dream and you wouldn't cuddle me or talk to me or touch me and you–", her eyes meet yours as you look up into the stars you thought you lost, "it's like you got bored of me."

she holds your face tight and squished up in her hands, eyes serious and wide.

"the universe would have to pry me off of you with an ethereal crowbar and the collective power of the armies of 14 different countries." chilly fingers, real chilly fingers, touch your heated skin, patting away at your eyes to dry them, grounding your senses in the moment. you almost think she's convincing herself as she whispers into your temples. "i'm not going anywhere. nowhere that takes me away from my baby."

"you're so dramatic." you tiredly laugh.

"oh i'm dramatic? me? not you, my big pretty crier?" a smile grows on her lips until she tackles you, holding you tight in her hands. "my silly. sweet. hot. sexy. pretty. baby!" she punctuates every compliment with another kiss, each in a new spot on your skin, leaving glistening chapstick marks across your cheeks that gleam like starlight. she doesn't stop until you're giggling, fully laughing against her skin, and even then, she snuggles into your side, settling down against you and your panting chest until her stomach rumbles against your hands.

"what do you wanna eat? i'll make."

"really?" jiyeong nods and hums, curling herself around you like a koala. you think about it as she wipes your face with her thumb. "we haven't had pancakes in a while."

"mm, or waffles. you want both? ...i want both."

"you're making it. you choose."

"hmm.. y'know what i choose?" she lifts her head from her pillow, cold face blooming into a warm glow as she lines up her lips with yours, pressing them into a soft kiss. unlike her hands, her lips are the warmest, a guiding light that reassures you of her love. "i choose.. you."

"you're cute."

"mhm, and hungry." your hand interlocks with hers as she rolls out of bed, pulling you along with her, as she always does, so you can hand her ingredients and kiss her cheek as she mixes and make coffee for the table and be attached at her hips for the rest of the day.

like that's how it always is. when there's sunshine and jiyeong and you and no shadows to fight and your full, infinite, intimate universe.

[vampmira]

Could I request a romantic oneshot of Ji-yeong seeing her partner cry for the first time? Hurt/comfort mayhaps

Love your writing <3

thank you so so much dear ❤️‍🩹 this brought me back from the dead honestly,, yall i have been having . a stressed couple of months.

will be out tomorrow 🙏

[minette-darling]

the space between the cameras.

⤷ in which four lives intertwine quietly beneath the spotlight, loving each other in plain sight while the world only ever sees what they’re meant to.

dividers by @arlerts-angel

huntr/x intro by @vampmira

this was slightly inspired by @mona-risms's polytrix x rookie idol reader au ^^

fanart used (left to right): phan4t (on x), shibah_art (on ig), hadalogic (on x)

cw: fluff! light emotional intimacy, implied off-camera/pre-established relationships, gentle tension, subtle physical contact (non-sexual), restraint and longing

the stage lights glow in gentle gold, warm enough to soften every edge. the studio feels hushed beneath them, as if the room itself is holding its breath.

you stand at center stage with your cue cards folded neatly in your hands, posture effortless and poised. there is a careful elegance in the way you hold yourself—the slight tilt of your head, the relaxed set of your shoulders, the way you take up space without ever seeming to demand it. on camera, your voice is light and sweet, polished into something comforting, almost familiar.

“please welcome tonight’s special guests,” you say, a quiet smile lifting at the corners of your lips as you turn toward the entrance. your eyes shine—not with excitement alone, but with something gentler, more personal.

“huntrix.”

the name leaves your mouth softly, like it’s meant to be kept close rather than announced.

for a brief moment—too fleeting for the cameras, too subtle for the audience—you let yourself linger there, warmth blooming in your chest before you straighten once more, composure seamless.

the reaction is immediate. screams ripple through the studio, lightsticks rising and falling like a tide. the sound swells until it feels alive, anticipation humming through the air.

rumi enters first, composed as ever—shoulders relaxed, expression calm yet assured. she bows deeply, precise and respectful, every movement carrying the quiet authority of a leader. mira follows close behind, confidence sharp but effortless, eyes bright with focus even as she smiles. zoey comes in last, all boundless energy and easy charm, waving enthusiastically to the crowd as if feeding directly off their excitement.

"2, 3 – don't miss! hello, we are huntrix!”

they look untouchable.

polished. brilliant. carefully distant in the way idols are meant to be.

and they look nothing like the three women who lingered with you long after the lights were off two nights ago—voices low, laughter soft, warmth shared in the quiet hours when no one else was watching.

your eyes meet rumi’s for just a fraction of a second too long.

she notices.

she always does.

the interview flows smoothly, your cue cards barely needed.

“so,” you begin, tilting your head slightly as you look between them, “your latest release has been getting a lot of attention. the choreography, the concept—everything feels very intentional. what was the focus this time?”

rumi answers first, voice steady and calm. “we wanted it to feel grounded. powerful, but sincere. something that would still feel like us, no matter the stage.”

you nod, your expression softening just a touch. “absolutely. you should all be really proud of this one.”

you turn slightly toward mira. “there’s also been a lot of talk about how busy huntrix has been lately. promotions, schedules, travel…” you pause just a beat longer than necessary, your smile turning almost knowing. “how do you balance touring with your other responsibilities?”

mira’s grin sharpens, just a little.

“we’re good at multitasking,” she says lightly. “and we make sure to look out for each other. that part never changes.”

zoey leans forward eagerly, resting her elbows on her knees. “yeah! it helps when you have people who keep you grounded. even when things get crazy.”

you laugh softly, the sound bright and easy. “it sounds like teamwork is really important to you.”

“it is,” rumi says, her gaze flicking to you for the briefest moment before returning to the camera. “we don’t do anything alone.”

the audience hums in approval.

to them, it’s chemistry.

to the four of you, it’s restraint.

during a brief pause between segments, when the cameras pan away and staff move in to adjust lighting and microphones, zoey leans closer under the excuse of needing help fixing her mic pack.

“you’re doing amazing,” she murmurs, voice low enough to disappear beneath the studio noise. “your hands stopped shaking.”

you don’t look at her. “they weren’t shaking.”

mira catches the exchange and smirks. “they were.”

before zoey can reply, rumi clears her throat gently—quiet, controlled, a reminder rather than a reprimand. as she steps back into position, her hand brushes your wrist. innocent. fleeting.

you feel it anyway, warmth blooming straight through your chest.

“ten seconds,” a staff member calls.

the cameras come back on.

you lift your gaze, smile settling into place like it always does—graceful, practiced, flawless.

no one notices how carefully huntrix watches you.

like you’re the most fragile, precious thing in the room.

an: i am free from the clutches of my university :DD for now let's pretend this hasn't been rotting in my drafts ever since the movie came out, k? expect back to back updates on this specific idea (they're pretty much done in my drafts, i'm just doing some final edits). watch it slowly turn into a series cus i had soo many ideas and i couldn't control myself

[saintsinlace]

husband! bakugo witnesses one of your meltdowns for the first time

It happens on a day he doesn’t expect. He comes home thinking you’re just in the shower or taking a nap, but instead he finds you sitting on the kitchen floor — knees pulled to your chest, hands shaking, breathing uneven, eyes glossy like you’re trying so hard not to cry.

At first he freezes.

Not because he doesn’t care — but because he’s never seen you like this. You’re always the one who laughs, who hugs him, who hides your struggles behind a small smile. Seeing you crumble like this hits him harder than any villain ever has.

“Baby?” His voice drops instantly, rough but cautious, like he’s afraid you’ll shatter. “Hey. Hey, look at me.”

You flinch when he kneels in front of you, and that’s when he realizes how overwhelmed you are. Your breath is too fast, your hands are trembling, and you can’t even get words out.

And Bakugou—your loud, explosive husband—goes soft.

He gently takes your wrists, lowering your hands from your face.

“It’s me,” he murmurs, leaning closer, forehead almost touching yours. “You’re okay. I got you.”

When your breath hitches, he wraps his arms around you and pulls you straight into his chest. No hesitation. He sits on the floor with you right on his lap, one arm around your waist, the other stroking the back of your head.

“You should’ve told me you were feelin’ like this…” he whispers into your hair, voice cracking just a little. “You don’t gotta hide shit from me.”

You try to apologize — but the moment the word “sorry” slips out, he shuts it down.

“Oi. Don’t you dare apologize,” he says, pulling back just enough to cup your cheeks. His thumbs wipe your tears before they even fall. “You’re allowed to break down. You hear me? You’re allowed to have bad days. I’m your husband — let me take care of you.”

Then he does what he rarely does: he kisses your forehead, slow and lingering.

Your breathing slowly evens out as he rocks you in his arms, his chin resting on the top of your head.

He whispers, barely audible, “I ain’t goin’ anywhere. Not now, not ever. You don’t deal with this alone.”

And for the rest of the night, he stays glued to your side — cooking for you, helping you shower, wrapping you in a blanket, holding your hand until you fall asleep on his chest.

Because Katsuki Bakugou doesn’t just love you loudly.

He loves you gently, too — especially when you need it most.

a/n: i made a bakugo version since a lot of people liked the robert one, and my friend asked me to do a bakugo one lol

[hcvneymoon]

“ please, don’t hate me ”

⊹ ࣪ ˖ requested :3 ⊹ ࣪ ˖

Dae-ho thinks you hate him and mistakes your shyness as you having something against him. Truth is, you just like him more than as a friend.

Pairing — kang dae-ho x shy!fem reader

Setting — post-squid game, modern setting au

Word count — 1.5k

warnings: NONE !! only fluff

X won the vote. Finally, everyone could go home without worrying about the next deadly game. You were all relieved, mostly X. O, on the other hand, were disappointed.

That didn’t matter to you. What did matter was Geum-ja, player 149, who you’d met while on the same team. She’d invited you, along with the rest of the X group, over to her home for dinner.

That meant you, Gi-hun, Jun-hee, Young-il, Jung-bae… and even him. Dae-ho, player 388. You’d hardly spoke to him during the games, barely more than a exchanged introduction. Your names, maybe a few polite words, that’s it.

It wasn’t because you didn’t like him. If anything, it was something else. You liked him a lot. More than just a teammate. More than just a friend. But there was a problem, you weren’t the outgoing type.

Dae-ho was the complete opposite. Next to him, that contrast left you a little intimated. Still, there had been moments. The glances. The looks you shared with him, the kind people toss between strangers and a half smile, then both of you looking away like nothing happened.

But even when you looked away, he always followed with another glance. A little side flick of his eyes catching you when it was safe. And if he ever tried to sit next to you during meals, you’d shift just a little further away.

Of course, he probably thought you were avoiding him for another reason. Maybe he figured you didn’t like him, or worse, that you thought he smelled. (which honestly he prob did. let’s be real.)

And here you all were, gathered in front of Geum-ja’s home just like you all promised. Young-il couldn’t make it, sadly, but you hoped he was doing alright. The rest of you waited outside in the night, chatting in little groups.

You found yourself with the girls. Jun-hee, Young-mi, and Hyun-ju, making small talk to pass the time.

But your eyes kept wandering, while the others were laughing together, you were searching for someone who also wasn’t there. Dae-ho.

You couldn’t help it. You were really hoping he’d show. You hadn’t gone through all the effort of fixing yourself up for nothing.

Part of you was curious too. What did he look like outside of the games? what was his style? did he finally get a haircut? you didnt know, you were hoping this man actually showed up.

A car pulled up. You looked over just in time to see a tall man step out, casual clothes, hair styled differently than before. Dae-ho.

He walked toward the group, and Jung-bae’s face lit up. “Dae-ho!” he shouted, waving.

Dae-ho couldn’t help but grin at that, offering quick hellos to everyone he passed. And then he stopped in front of you. That little tension stirred in your chest. He gave you a small, closed-mouthed smile.

“Hey,” he said, trying to sound polite but casual. He still thought you didn't like him, so he played it safe, didn’t want to push you and risk an eye roll.

You gave him a shy smile. He shifted on his feet, patting at his pants like he didn’t know what to do with his hands. His eyes darted around then back at you.

“Soooo… how’ve you been?” he asked.

“umm.. fine,” you managed, voice soft with shyness.

“Fine? just fine? not good?” his grin widened.

You tried to give a little laugh, but your eyes kept tugging back at him. The closer you looked, the more you noticed. The haircut. The way he carried himself.

“You… got a haircut?” you asked.

He touched the back of his neck. “Oh. Yeah. Do you not like it? because if you don’t, I'll just shave it all off and go bald.”

“It suits you,” you said quickly, and it did. Honestly, you were still intimated and shy around him. How could you not be? the man was tall. And, well… cute.

“Aw man,” he laughed, brushing his hair back. “I thought you’d say more than that.”

Oh my god, she hates it. She hates me. The haircut did nothing!

Geum-ja finally opened the door, apologizing for making everyone wait. She waved you all inside, and you followed. Dae-ho letting you slip past him first before trailing behind.

For a while, it was easy to forget everything that happened before. Dinner in a real home, back in the normal world.

Dae-ho ended up sitting across from you. Not beside you, across. And he only did that because he was convinced you seriously hated him. His hair. His guts. Probably his entire existence.

You kinda wished he’d sat next to you instead. Because the whole time, he kept sneaking glances across the table. Over and over. And every time you caught one, it was obvious he couldn’t stop looking your way.

When everyone slowly drifted off, you and Dae-ho stepped outside together. Here’s the thing, you came here by uber. So while he started toward his car, he noticed you standing there.

He paused. “Are you… waiting for someone?”

“I’m just… gonna call an uber home,” you admitted.

His brows pulled together at that. “Why? i can drive you home. Leaving you out here alone at night doesn’t sit right with me.”

“uhhh—” you started.

“Cmon,” he pressed gently. “I don’t care if you live far. Seriously, let me take you.”

Then for a second, you gave in. “…Yeah. Okay. Sure.”

Relief flickered across his face. Maybe, just maybe, this was his one chance to finally have you warm up to him.

The ride was silent. You sat stiff at first, hands fidgeting in your lap. Dae-ho kept his eyes on the road.

He let out a small laugh. “You don’t have to look so uncomfortable. I don’t bite.”

Your head snapped toward him, eyes wide. “I- I’m not uncomfortable,” you said quickly.

You wanted to tell him the truth, that you weren’t avoiding him, that you actually liked being near him way too much.

So instead, you blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “Thanks… for the ride.”

“Dont mention it. I just didn’t want to leave you out there alone. Even if…” his voice dipped quieter. “… Even if you don’t really like me that much.”

You stuttered. “Wait- what?”

You stared at him in panic. How could he think that?

“Please,” he muttered, eyes fixed on the road. "Don't hate me.”

“I don’t hate you.”

He glanced at you quick. “…You don’t?”

You shook your head. “I’m just… intimidated by you.”

“Me???” he smirked faintly, his voice cracking. “Why me???”

You swallowed hard, twisting your hands together. “Because i like you. And I don't know how to act around you.”

A slow grin spread across his face. “…Huh. You like me? like… like like me?”

“Yeah,” you admitted, barely above a whisper. “i’ve liked you more than just a friend since… since back in that place.”

His jaw dropped. “YOU DID?!?”

You jumped, swatting at his arm. “Eyes on the road! you’re gonna get us killed!”

He laughed, his gaze fully focused forward, but the smile wouldn’t leave his face.

As the car finally pulled up to your place, you reached for the handle, only for the door to swing open first. Dae-ho had already jumped out and hurried to your side.

“After you, m’lady” he said with an exaggerated politeness, even offering his hand.

“… Thanks?” you muttered, stepping out, confused but amused.

He had the biggest grin on his face, and then—

“Let me walk you inside!” he blurted.

You stared at him. “Oh, you don’t really have to. It’s fine.”

“Please?” his voice went high, almost whining. “Pleasepleaseplease?”

You sighed, pointing at the house. “My house is literally right there.”

He clasped his hands dramatically. “Do I need to get on my knees and beg?” he actually started to crouch before you grabbed his arm.

“Okay, fine! walk me to my door. happy now?” you laughed.

He straightened back up, that dumb smile still stuck on his face. “Very.” he said.

You could feel him sneaking glances again, the same way he had across the dinner table. By the time you reached your front step, your stomach was in knots.

“See?” you gestured toward the door. “Safe and sound. You can relax now.”

He chuckled, shoving his hands into his pockets. His grin softened into something less dumb and more sincere. “…I’m glad i got to drive you home. And walk you here.”

You chewed your lip, heart thudding. “Well, thanks. For… all of it.”

He gave you a crooked smile. “Anytime.”

And for a second, it felt like he might say something else or maybe get a step closer, but instead he rocked back on his heels, playing it safe. “Guess i’ll let you go before your neighbors think i’m creeping outside your door.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Goodnight, Dae-ho.” (gn fine shyt)

“Night.” He lingered one last moment, then turned back toward his car, still smiling to himself like he couldn’t stop.

note: awkward final boss

[tentypos]

“nah, i can’t, bro. my girl said no.”

hanta’s voice is casual, breezy, like he’s turning down a movie he’s already seen. except the movie is an invite to hit this new ramen spot downtown, something the group’s been trying to plan for weeks.

denki, leaning against the kitchen counter with a stolen capri-sun in hand, blinks at him in utter disbelief. “you literally just said she’s asleep.”

“exactly,” hanta says, like he’s pointing out the obvious. “she’s asleep, and i don’t wanna wake her.”

denki’s eyes narrow. “you’re at your house.”

hanta doesn’t flinch. “the vibes are asleep, denki. don’t mess with the energy.”

in the corner of the room, bakugou lets out a sound so sharp and pained it’s honestly impressive it’s not lethal. “you are so full of shit.”

hanta just grins, throwing his phone lazily onto the couch and stretching like he’s got all the time in the world. he’s draped across the sectional like he lives there—which he kind of does, when you’re around. the hoodie he’s wearing still smells like your shampoo. his legs are tangled in a fuzzy blanket you left behind two days ago, the one you claimed clashed with his “whole aesthetic” but brought over anyway. your socks—those ridiculous yellow ones with the tiny strawberries—are balled up under the coffee table.

everything in here is steeped in you. your perfume still hangs faintly in the air. your laugh echoes if he thinks about it too hard.

it’s not that he can’t go out.

it’s just—okay. no. it’s exactly that. he can’t go out. not when he could be here, waiting for you.

“look, i’m sorry,” he says with all the sincerity of a man who is not sorry in the slightest, “missus said no. y’know how it is.”

denki frowns at him, straw still in his mouth. “you don’t even call her that to her face.”

“i call her worse,” hanta replies proudly, just before a throw pillow comes flying from bakugou’s corner of the room and smacks him in the head with practiced precision.

“you’re so annoying when you’re in love,” bakugou mutters, already reaching for another pillow like it’s open season on sentimentality.

“thank you!” hanta chirps, catching the first pillow and hugging it to his chest like a trophy. “finally, someone’s noticing the effort I put into being an incredible boyfriend.”

“you’re lying to avoid social plans,” denki points out flatly. “you bailed on us last week too.”

“that time she really did say no.”

“no she didn’t.”

“she could have!” hanta says, like that somehow justifies it. “i just… preemptively respected her boundaries.”

bakugou makes a noise like he’s seriously debating whether homicide is worth the paperwork.

hanta settles deeper into the couch, gaze flicking briefly to his phone screen—already lighting up with a little preview of your goodnight text, the one you typed before your post-shift nap knocked you out. he doesn’t open it. just smiles at it. lets it sit there like a quiet little warm thing in his chest.

you’re coming over later. you mentioned it in passing this morning, half-asleep and brushing your teeth. said something about bringing that stupidly specific kind of candy he likes from the store near your work. he knows you’ll show up smelling like body lotion and a long day, probably steal another one of his hoodies and complain about the lack of snacks in his pantry like you don’t eat them all.

and if you’re even a minute late, he’ll act like he’s not checking the window every five seconds like a dog waiting for the mailman.

but right now, you’re asleep. and you’re still the best excuse he’s ever had.

“y’know,” he says, propping one foot up on the coffee table, “i just think it’s important to prioritize your partner. i’m choosing love. you guys are choosing noodles. i’m making mature decisions.”

“you’re eating half a pack of gummy worms and wearing her fuzzy socks.”

“maturely.”

denki sighs and checks the time. “whatever. i’m leaving in ten.”

“send me pics,” hanta calls after him, already fishing for the remote. “unless they’re ugly. then keep them to yourself.”

bakugou, on his way out, doesn’t say goodbye—just mutters something that sounds like simp and slams the door harder than necessary.

hanta doesn’t care.

he’s got a show paused right where you left off. your blanket. your scent. your goodnight text warming the screen like a promise.

the vibes are asleep, yeah.

and he’d rather stay in them, anyway.

[aurora-sadprose]

put down that c.ai thing and read y/n fics like god intended.

[egkurokwai]

Polytrix (separate) where they see reader caring her fresh out of the womb niece and suddenly they have baby fever and want to see reader pregnant and they want to have a baby and start looking at all the clothes and so they do it and the fans catch notice so they eventually anounce it to the public and when reader is pregnant and the baby is born they get super protective and the other two spoil the child to no end and the child even gets to Caline and Bobby and the whole crew and even the saja boys

Baby Fever

Just girls having a baby after seeing you with your niece. Ft. Bobby, Celine and Saja boys

Rumi

When Rumi sees you cradling your niece—soft smile on your face, rocking the baby gently—something inside her cracks open. She’s always been so serious, so focused on training and hunting, but in that moment she can’t look away. The protective streak that already burns in her heart? It multiplies tenfold.

At first, she’s quiet about it, but you catch her lingering near baby clothes in stores, running her fingers over tiny socks and dresses. She tries to play it off like, “They’re cute, that’s all,” but then she’s saving nursery décor ideas on her phone.

When Huntr/x does fan lives, eagle-eyed fans notice Rumi getting distracted whenever babies appear in comments or gifts. Soon rumors swirl: “Rumi wants a baby???” She and you eventually confirm it—straightforward but warm.

Pregnancy brings out her fierce protector side. She fusses over you endlessly: “Sit down, you’ve been on your feet too long.” “No, you’re not training today.” After the birth, she’s your shadow, always carrying the baby, glaring at anyone who gets too close.

Zoey and Mira spoil the child rotten, but Rumi makes sure to balance it—discipline mixed with endless affection. Even Jinu (to her horror) sneaks in to see the baby, acting softer than she’s ever seen him. Celine cries when she first holds her “grandbaby,” and Bobby shows up with strollers and toys, beaming like the world’s happiest uncle.

Mira

Mira reacts differently. The second she sees you with your niece, she blurts: “Damn, you’d look hot pregnant.” No filter. No hesitation. She starts teasing you nonstop, “accidentally” leaving her search history full of baby shoes, cribs, and “punk baby onesies.”

Unlike Rumi, Mira doesn’t hide her baby fever. She flat-out tells you she wants a kid. Her tough, sarcastic exterior softens around the thought—she imagines teaching your future child how to fight, dance, and stand up for themselves.

Fans catch her staring dreamily at strollers on the street or mentioning babies in interviews. Eventually, she shrugs and confirms it during a fan Q&A: “Yeah, I wanna have a kid. With Y/n, obviously.” Fans lose their minds.

During pregnancy, Mira is protective but in a more aggressive way. She’s the type to threaten anyone who stresses you out: “Say one more dumb thing to her and I’ll end your career.” She wants you pampered 24/7, spoiling you with food cravings, massages, and kisses.

When the baby is born, Mira is obsessed. She’ll hold the baby against her chest, rocking them while muttering about how no one will ever hurt them. She trains them like a mini soldier the moment they can crawl. Zoey sneaks in to dress the baby in frilly outfits, and Rumi tries to keep order, but Mira just smirks like a proud mama wolf.

Even the Saja Boys end up spoiling the kid—Abby jokes about teaching them how to flirt, Romance insists the baby has his “natural charm,” and Baby secretly lets the kid tug on his hair. Mira pretends to hate it, but deep down she likes that even demons melt around your child.

Zoey

Zoey has always been bubbly, but when she sees you holding your niece for the first time, she melts. Tears brim in her eyes as she whispers: “Omg… Y/n, we should totally have one.” She immediately starts imagining family outings, lullabies, and baby photoshoots.

She’s the most obvious about her baby fever—she drags you into baby stores, squeals at every onesie, and posts cryptic Instagram stories with emojis 👶💖 that fans catch onto instantly. Rumors explode until she finally blurts it out during a livestream, “Yeah, I wanna be a mom one day. With Y/n.”

When you get pregnant, Zoey is sunshine embodied. She sings to your belly, writes little lullabies for the baby, and talks to them as if they can already understand. She insists on decorating the nursery herself, covering it with cute stickers, pastel walls, and stuffed animals.

After the baby’s born, Zoey is both the playful mom and the doting aunt. She takes thousands of pictures, introduces the baby to fans during streams (with your permission), and even writes a song dedicated to them. She’s the one spoiling the baby with every toy imaginable.

Celine is moved by Zoey’s pure heart and calls her a natural mother. Bobby shows up with diaper bags and jokes about how this makes him “Grandpa Bobby.” Even Mystery, normally cold, is seen awkwardly holding the baby once—and the whole room falls silent because it’s the softest thing they’ve ever seen.

[ferrarifinnick]

A TO Z! | HWANG JUNHO, SQUID GAME (NSFW ALPHABET)

everything you need to know about hwang junho...

warnings: nsfw (obvs), sub/dom dynamics, oral (m/f rec), ejaculation and cum, manhandling, size difference, pet names (inc. daddy, appa, etc), masturbation, foreplay, sex, description of sexual positions, groping, sexual limits mentioned, drunk sex (consensual), brat taming, sexting, dirty talk, teasing, toys, you're still here? it's a nsfw alphabet there's gonst to be sex..

wc: 3.7k (got carried away, fineshyt junho's fault not mine)

i can only write junho as the emotionally intelligent protector who destroys you in bed. sorry not sorry. also he's so experienced. i can't even pretend, facecard goes crazy. based on season 2/3 junho.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

junho reverts to softness. with touch, words, and presence all the same. it still feels dominant, the way he lifts you carefully to place you more comfortably on the pillows, but it's gentle, considerate. he always takes control of cleaning you both up, but won't leave your side without pressing a long, tender kiss to your temple first. after everything's in order, he's back at your side grounding you with his non-smothering but immeasurably tender embrace. he lets you call the shots of what comes next—be it sleep, quality time, or leaving the bedroom entirely.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

he is tall, broad, physically intimidating. it's what makes him a good detective, in a way. no matter how clever you are, how good your theory, it's a lot harder for a captain to dismiss you when you could lift and throw them across the room. but this isn't what he likes about himself most. he'd never admit it, not even after hearing you praise it hundreds of times, but he likes his smile the most. he thinks it makes him look softer, younger. less... scary. sometimes after brushing his teeth, he lets the smallest little smile flash in the reflection of the mirror, and he sees the gentleness buried behind all those muscles.

meanwhile, in his partner, he enjoys when they have smaller hands. it's not sexual, and it's certainly not a strange fetish buried deep down. it's so much more than that. it's grounding when your hands intertwine casually when walking down the street, draws him out of overthinking when he strokes the soft skin of your wrist. a palm to his cheek never fails to calm him, either. he likes it most when you do this after sex. makes him feel so seen, so strangely protected.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

by the time his orgasm hits, he's so close to the edges of the rigid restraint that he lives by, that he sometimes forgets to be gentle. if you've just finished around him, he'll forget you might become overstimulated while he quickly hurries the pace of his thrusts to follow you over the edge. other times, when his length's between your lips and you're stealing an orgasm from him, he'll sink your head just a little lower on his bucking hips until tears prick your eyes as he finishes in your throat.

it's never intentional. he just gets carried away sometimes. when he does, he's always consistent to softly and regretfully ask, "i'm sorry baby, was i too much?"

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

enjoys the size difference between you a little too much. he's so used to towering over people, manhandling perps that put up fights they can't win but think they can. even you, so small, so fragile, so in need of someone like him to protect your safety. it's like all he ever does is hold back. from treating perps with the physical care they sometimes don't deserve, to gently holding back his strength and weight with your smaller, delicate body.

sometimes he just wants to let that power out. pin you under him, his hands on your back transferring all his weight to crush you against the mattress. strike his hips into yours with enough power to draw gasps, whimpers, pleas of his name that sound like no's but really ask for more. it's the only thing that makes him finish so hard he nearly goes blind from rolling his eyes back for too long.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

he's always been married to work, not women. there was a high school sweetheart once, but that fizzled out quickly when he started his high school exams. then one or two girlfriends who reached the one or two year mark, before fizzling out, too. after that, he understood his dedication to his work took priority over his personal life. that he wasn't what girls wanted when they realised how little time he takes off, how even when he's home, he's still clocked in at work in his mind. that no matter how considerate, handsome, how loving he is, they will never change him.

after that, it turned casual. he's not quite one for meaningless one night stands, and only indulges occasionally when drunk and sexually pent up. situationships aren't quite the right word to describe the majority of his experience either, he's too sentimental for empty sex like that. but every now and then he'd have one girl he could occasionally eat dinner with, have sex with, and not speak to for a week from being busy, and things would still feel comfortable.

by the time you cross his path, he knows what he's doing from his broad range of experience. knows where to put his hands, what words to say, how to build you up and break you apart the way you need him to. but what really stands out is the effort he puts into learning, guiding, and working for you in sexual intimacy.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

he enjoys dominating you physically, and there are two positions that take the cake. when it's rough, harder than usual, fuelled by emotion or frustration, he has you in prone bone. hands on your back, weight fully on you, hips slapping down into the cheeks of your ass as he fucks the stress out of himself.

the other is mating press. legs over his shoulders, eyes locked on you gasping and open mouthed from the heavy crush of his hips on yours. it's here where he can't stop switching from eye contact to watching himself disappear inside you. it's dizzying, and takes effort to hold out long enough for you to finish before him.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

he leans more serious, out of focus more than anything. he likes to work for your pleasure, and a lot of the time the knot in his brows is from observing the reactions your body gives him. or from the strain in his hand, tongue, or hips. but there are times where he cracks.

when he slips out in between thrusts, your hips moving just enough that he ends up missing re-entry and grinds over your clit instead. the way your eyes light up in surprise, gasp slipping from your lips, hand catching the bicep bracketing your head. junho always pauses, hips slowing as his eyes find yours. the smile is always slow to form, laugh gentle but amused, like the glint in his eyes. he finds it especially amusing when you whine and lightly slap his bicep, half-needing him back inside, half-embarrassed he's laughing at you. he'll always tease, something like "so needy," grinning when you whine and cover your face, but he's quick to drag your hands above your head, the other guiding himself back into you.

the grin edges into the territory of taunting, as his hips slowly ease him length back into you. "ah," a mocking breath he drags out, "feels better now, right baby?"

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

he doesn't over do it.

he likes a sprinkle of stubble, even thinks it looks better on him than clean shaven. the way his pubic hair blends perfectly into his happy trail on his lower abdomen, it just looks right. masculine in a way he likes, but not unruly. but when his pubic hair starts growing that little bit too long, he’ll clean it up with an electric shaver, the kind you shave the hair on your head with.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

he tends to lean away from romantic during sex. it's not always rough, but generally there won't be hand holding or tender words exchanged. he does plenty of romantic acts outside the bedroom, like buying you flowers, making dinners to share a tender moment together in your busy schedules. he's so thoughtful and considerate of you that in the confines of the bedroom, you just need him to ravish you. to roughen up that softness. to use his height, strength, weight. to let go of all that control.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he can go a couple days without sexual release. he's not a teenager anymore, and his sexual urges have gradually become less urgent in his thirties. but by day three, he finds himself wound up. snappy at work over little things, more affected by you brushing past him during pre-work morning routines in the hallway, that he just can't fight it anymore.

he'll steal a quick five minutes between you leaving for work and him having to leave, too, and work the sexual frustration out just fast enough to still make it in time for work. other times, when you're too tired for sex, he cups your cheek in bed, brings your lips to his, and pumps himself until he cums. most of the time he'll have you swallow his cum, just so he doesn't have to leave you to clean up. then you'll fall asleep together.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

to him, anything to do with speech always increases the quality of sex. if it's talking you through it, praising the way you take all his length in your mouth or between your legs, it works. even if all you do it say his name, call him daddy — or "appa!", if he's hitting that spot just right — it ignites a switch in his brain that has him moving his hips better, speaking his own string of words clearer. as an added bonus, it makes your orgasm stronger, and because he makes you finish first, it lets him cum to the blinding sensation of you clamping down on him.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

junho's relatively spontaneous, so when you're initiating or he's too desperate to wait for somewhere specific like your bed, he gives in to the urges. movie isn't gripping either of you? there's something else ready to be gripped right there on the sofa. your hand's riding too his on his thigh while he's driving? "head down, baby, suck it for daddy." one he likes more than expected is the bathtub. he likes showering together, but sometimes you end up on all fours crying out as he grips your wet hair from behind.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

it takes just a little more than casual touch to light that spark in junho. he's pretty touchy as it is, so just holding his hand or pulling him into a hug won't override his love of casual affection. you'll have to tease it out of him. hand on his shoulder, sliding across the muscle in a way that's just too curious to be casual. pressing your hips back against his in bed just a little too wriggly to be innocent. that'll wake him up.

but if you can't wait, standing close and casually dragging your hands down his abdomen with an innocent flick of your eyes up to his will do it. especially if the tips of your nails run over his skin. or sliding your hands over his thighs, gripping onto that thick muscle in his powerful legs, sliding up slow enough for his eyes to lock on yours. or just reach out and grab him by the crotch. the first time you did it was the first time it happened. when you saw something awakening in his gaze, like a predator's hunting sense activated. that was the first time he really unleashed himself on you.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

anything dangerous is strictly prohibited. no ropes in risky positions. no knifeplay. and absolutely no choking, spanking or hitting that goes beyond a light hand at your neck, cheek, or ass. not even if you request it in the heat of moment. not even if you're both about to orgasm and that higher pain tolerances kicks in. just simply no.

he is your guardian in all matters safety, and the thought of harming you in such a way physically or sexually nauseates him. it upsets him, actually. deeply. he might fuck you like he's punishing you sometimes, but it's more calculated than you know. he brushes limits in your size difference to excite you, but he would never violate you with the full brunt of his physical capabilities. absolutely non negotiable, and he will become upset if you push the matter.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

junho's a service!dom, so getting on his knees to put yours over his shoulders excites him nearly more than it does you. he takes it so seriously, too. teases you with kisses along your thigh, lets his breath breeze over your heat, hovers to make you desperate for it, before taking one long, light brush of his tongue from your entrance to your clit. he starts slow, doesn't rush it, and lightly chuckles against your heat when you become eager for more. he knows what he's doing.

but he's still a man, and having his length in your mouth will be a weak spot that you will able have an easy time taking advantage of. just don't ask for that designer bag you want, or a new car, because when he's in your mouth he'd nearly agree to anything.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

it varies. what stays the same is that he's always in control, dominant, usually towering over your body unless he's bouncing yours on top of him. he likes controlling the tempo, let you sit back and just focus on your own pleasure. what changes is the tempo. he's nearly always some degree of rough — hands holding your body in position, thighs slapping against the backs of yours. but sometimes it's slower, passionate. almost emotional sometimes, letting his body claim yours in a way that feels like ownership. he's like this when he's tired, in need of emotional connection, or when he just needs you to feel his love.

other times he's less merciful. he'll fuck you to the fast, steady beat of a song in the background, not deterred by the desperate moans he draws from you, so loud it drowns out the music and he loses track of the rhythm. he gets like this when he's stressed, when you've shared too much wine over a dinner date, or when you've acted like a brat and he's putting you back in your place.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

while junho has a preference for building up with foreplay, he can be easily swayed by spontaneity. if there's a spare ten minutes before you have to go to work, and you're walking around in that towel he just wants to tear off, he will. and you'll show up to work on time, but those heels get harder to walk in after he's done with you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he's up to try almost anything once, as long as safe words are in play. he has a healthy range of experience, so he's the kind of partner you want when you're trying something new together — he has that natural instinct to sense what works for you and what doesn't, too.

he enjoys risk within reason, too. he won't stop wearing condoms until you both get tested, just for reassurance, and after a few months he'll give in to you asking mid-sex for him to finish inside. he stubbornly resists and uses the pull out method for a while, enjoying the thrill of timing it just right and finishing on your body. it feels like a form of ownership, and it's nearly arousing enough for round two. but finishing inside without protection is one entirely new experience for him, and one that sticks after he does it.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

generally he goes for one round at a time, but he isn't shy to taking you more over the course of the day. just usually not in the same session. he finds he can't last as long for round two, and it bothers him if you don't get to finish together in the same method. him finishing during sex and eating you out is something he just doesn't feel is fair to you.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

toys aren't really junho's style during sex. for the positions he likes, vibrators become difficult to use in a way that offers enough pleasure to warrant using them. but sometimes he has you in missionary, just to personally hold the vibrator to help you finish on him.

in foreplay, he's nearly strictly against it. only because he'll help you masturbate with the use of a vibrator when he's too tired for sex. in foreplay, he wants to personally build the connection between your bodies with his hands and mouth. but if you do ask, he won't always disagree.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he enjoys teasing. sensations are one of the primary methods. the pressure of his tongue dragging lighter and lighter across the side of your neck, before pulling away just to blow on the wet trail. kissing up your thigh, gradually letting his teeth brush, scrape, then bite at your skin. he understands how to build you up, and he takes advantage of it all the time. sometimes in casual touch. like after guiding you with a hand between your shoulder blade, he'll let the tip of his finger slide down the length of your spine. and when you look at him accusingly, he'll tilt his head. innocent raise of a brow, filthy pull of a smirk as his lips.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

junho likes the sound of skin slapping skin, and you will never have sex without hearing just how filthy your bodies sound when he's inside you. but in terms of his mouth, he's pretty vocal — not as much as he makes you, but it's there, always. grunts when you stroke him just right, low moans from the back of his throat when you have his head tilting back. when he's driving his hips into yours, his moans are louder, deeper, matching the rhythm he sets. and when he finishes, he's always chanting out an "oh baby, baby, babyyy,"

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

he has a thing for sexting.

in the beginning of your relationship, you'd quickly learn how restricting his career can be with the way it clashed with your own steady routine. late nights, shifts that should've ended so many hours ago that it was now the next day. it made dates a headache to pencil in, let alone ravish each other like you so desperately needed when everything was all so fresh and exciting. so you learned to compensate in other ways.

on nights where your beds were one person down, you'd exchange pictures from work bathrooms to heated bedrooms. an unbuttoned blouse from a stall, the flash of abs under a shirt in the mirror over the men's bathroom sink, an upskirt under the desk. all saved in folders and put to good use.

and later down the line, when your schedules continue to misalign in ways you'd grown used to, spoiling plans that ache between the legs, he always brings it back. slips into the bathroom at work to send you a video of him sliding up his shirt, and he'll save the video you send showing just how much you like it for when he finally decides to clock out.

and when he's home alone, he likes telling you how much he needs you. likes showing it, too. always ends with "look what you did to me." brings a hit of nostalgia, too, thinking of how badly he wanted to learn the secrets of the body you pictured for him all that time ago. the one whose secrets were now his to carry, too.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

he's in the gym often, and it shows. broad shoulders, thick thighs, every muscle in his body swollen and carved to sculpture levels of perfection. and beneath those gym shorts or dark detective jeans, he's packing heat. above average, without bordering on inconvenient. girthy, straight not curved length, and exactly what every girl wants in a boyfriend. ego stroke if you compliment it. "yeah, baby?" he'll ask with a smirk as you spill compliments about it on your knees. "go on, show me how perfect it is."

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

medium-high. he doesn't need sex all day every day without fail, but likes a balance of once every day or two. if you ask or initiate, he very rarely turns you down. he's your provider in all matters sexual, and he will always deliver. don't leave him waiting for too long, though. he gets a little carried away when he's all pent up.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

typically only if you do first, or if he's neglected sleep lately. otherwise, he prefers laying together or shifting to another room to share each other's company. put on a film, cuddle on the couch, or talk over a hot drink if it's late. all to re-establish emotional intimacy. reassure you in his subtle, thoughtful way that he loves you beyond sex. but whenever he does fall asleep on a night where you've been intimate, it's never without a kiss and a long, meaningful embrace.

what i wouldn't give for one chance with this perfect fictional man. like, comment, reblog. love <3

taglist: @wurlii @tastemytears

[lovemepartly]

SOFT-BF!NAMGYU HEADCANONS

read more bf!namgyu headcanons here! warnings: 18+, smut. a little bit ooc bc it's soft!namgyu but i love him so much a/n: so we are going to ignore the fact that i haven’t posted in so long right… 💔 college is way too fucking hard that i haven’t had time to even breathe but i did have time to write this 🙂‍↕️ also these were supposed to be way longer but oh well

p.s. now that i’m kind of (?) back, i def won’t be committing to all days of kinktober but if you guys have any freaky ideas drop them in my inbox and i’ll do my best to get to them 😛

sfw  ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ 

• namgyu’s love language would be physical touch. at home, he loves to lay in your lap while you play with his hair, or just hold you in general. in public, it’s the small things— holding hands, intertwined pinkies, and a soft kiss on the cheek. (and he always teases you when your cheeks flush)

• he will definitely try to get clean for you, but will never show that he’s struggling. as long as you’re supportive and understood that recovery isn’t linear, he’s glad you’re by his side. small words of praise, like “i’m so proud of you,” and celebrating milestones, like one month clean, mean a lot to him (although he’s very nonchalant about it).

• a subtle gentleman!! and i will stand by this. he’ll open doors for you without a second thought and instinctively follow the sidewalk rule, hand always hovering on your lower back.

• namgyu loves domestic moments with you more than anything. slow weekend mornings where you cook breakfast together (although it’s usually just him cutting simple vegetables and following your instructions) are his favorites.

nsfw under cut  ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ 

• his favorite position is probably anything when you’re on top. not only does he think you look beautiful from this view, but the way you take control is enough to make him finish.

• i feel like namgyu would love delicate lingerie (feel free to use the picture above as reference🙂‍↕️). anything soft and lacy makes you like 10x prettier in his eyes, like a doll.  

• he loves to leave marks on you. not anything dramatic, just soft purple-ish red bruises just below your collarbone or on your inner thighs.

• aftercare is so so soft with him :( the type to kiss you softly then hold you in his arms until either of you fall asleep. on some nights he’ll run a hot bath for the two of you, otherwise, just holding you is enough.

[vampmira]

Hi hi hi! Could we get some age regression Date Everything headcanons (whoever you feel like writing rn for this, I'm not picky ^^) with a reader who really struggles with getting into headspace? Not from a lack of trying or anything, but because they psych themself out with self deprecating thoughts whenever they feel themself regressing

you bet!! sorry it took a while, august has been BUSYYYY

[vampmira]

here for you still

mateo with his little one who struggles to get into headspace !

pairing(s): mateo manta x agere!reader

warning(s): n/a

request | shorter than usual but still not bad i hope 😞

he's a natural caretaker in more ways than one

to the inanimals and to you when you need him to be

when you need him, he's there without a second question

even before you had the dateviators, he was always with you when you regressed

now WITH them, he's relieved that he can actually take care of you in more of a "hands-on" way

because it just breaks his feathery plush heart when you struggle to get into your little space

he'd notice all the time whenever you started to zone out and curl into yourself

but then all of a sudden you'd stop and get this little sad look on your face

beforehand he used to endlessly wonder what was on your mind

now,, he couldn't be more greatful that he could reach out to you

you laid on your back, wrapping your favorite blanket around you as you stared towards the ceiling, thoughts racing as you wished for them to slow down. from the way you kept repositioning yourself without those big sad eyes making any kind of change, mateo noticed when something was wrong. he sat the tea in his hand down on abel's nightstand, voice curled into a gentle question.

"my love, what's wrong?" he ran his fingers over your arm. between your tiny mumbles, he made out a word or two.

"..can't."

"'can't'? 'can't' what?"

"..can't.. slip." you admit into his shoulder. "i think i'm there, but then.. i get.. i don't know, out of it? i just can't stay in.. i really want to." the way you pouted in his arms, little or not, made his heart melt. the week had been long, and you were planning on having a little day as a recharge, but now? mateo had been given a mission.

to help his little one be little again!

at first he didn't exactly know how to help

when you'd look down, he'd do his best to cheer you up

through music, snack time, cuddles

even watching those go-to shows you watch when you're small to try to trigger it

mateo is nothing if not persistent

especially when it comes to you, it just kills them when you struggle to slip

it's happened a couple times before and it's always the randomest things that bring you to finally curl sweetly into his touch

but he will do anything you need him to

don't even worry about feeling bad because it's something he wants to do

letting him know why you're struggling always helps

mateo takes it easy with you, letting you get what you need to off of your chest

lucky you that he's an amazing listener

mateo's feathery white hair nearly glowed in the sun when you looked up at him from where your head was placed on his lap. even as you told him your thoughts, getting those self-deprecating thoughts off of your chest finally, he still smiled towards you - although a little sadder this time, he still brushed your hair back with care and affection.

"you've been carrying that this whole time? my love...", he huffed, leaning forward to press his lips gently against your forehead, "you could've told me."

"i know. it just felt... silly."

"if it's you, it's never silly." his words were gentle - sincere. he meant every word as you sat up to properly face him. "i want you to share this with me. all i want is to help you relax, but you have to work with me too. okay, sweetheart?" his thumb tickled against your cheek, pulling a laugh out of you, even if you tried to keep it down. "do you want to try again, little one?"

once you are regressed, he actually cheers to himself a little bit

you take such great care of him, he loves to return it

while you struggled to get into your headspace, he could tell how increasingly tired you became

but he found it relieving that all you needed to do was talk through what you were thinking

now you were giggling at your favorite cartoons from your spot in mateo's lap

even as the day passed, he couldn't get that sparkly look out of his eyes

he could tell how you were relaxing

and those worries that bigger you carried were miles away for now

as much as you needed this, he almost benefits from it too

if you were a bit more weary, you'd start to think that he was enjoying this a bit more than you

mateo found comfort in your comfort

as long as you were happy, that's enough for him !

[vampmira]

HELLO FROM COLLEGE EVERYONE !

i know i haven't posted in a bit BUT I AM PASSIVELY WORKING ON MY WIPS !!! i finished my first week of college and i don't have class tomorrow so maybe i can actually get something out soon (MAYBE)

I LOVE YALL SM AND THANK YOU FOR SUPPORTING ME 🤍🤍🤍

[meadowfics]

offsides

kang sae-byeok x f!reader

synopsis: you keep catching your girlfriend offsides during a match, and it sparks a heated moment after the game.

warnings: MDNI 18+ smut with plot. strap (r receiving). orgasm denial. angry sex/punishment elements. basic knowledge of soccer/football needed. sae-byeok is your opponent. established relationship. implied enemies to lovers. mature content.

authors note: i love my footballer!saebyeok

evening makes the sun hang low over the pitch, casting long shadows across the grass as you adjust your shin guards and glance down the field.

halftime is almost ending, and the score sits at 1-1.

your team’s home ground feels alive today, the stands full of local fans draped in your club’s navy and white colors. it’s helps that the weather isn't too cold, and the weather is perfect to run in.

you’re a center back for your local club, and today’s match is no ordinary one.

it’s the first of two annual clashes against saebyeok’s team.

sae-byeok is your girlfriend, and her team is the first in the league so you can feel your teammates being focused and ready for the second half.

you’re third in the league but today you’re holding saebyeok’s squad to a 1-1 deadlock, and it’s driving her wild.

"lets beat these bitches down to second in the league!" you hear junhee, one of your teammates who plays attacking mid, yell throughout the locker room.

anyways, saebyeok plays striker for the opposing side. the fastest player in the league, and she’s a force of nature on the field. saebyeok has an instinct for goal that makes her a nightmare for defenders.

but you?

you’re her match.

your coach has drilled the offside trap into your team’s core, and you’re the master at it. you’ve spent years perfecting the art of stepping up at just the right moment, catching forwards like saebyeok a step too far forward.

it’s your signature, and everyone in the league knows it.

today, though, it’s personal.

saebyeok’s team might be first, but you’re determined to push them down.

the whistle blows for the second half, and the game kicks off with a frenetic pace. saebyeok’s team presses hard from the start, their midfielders threading passes with perfect precision.

you watch her from your position at the back, her dark ponytail bouncing as she sprints, eyes scanning for any gap in your defense.

she’s wearing her team’s pink and black kit, the number 7 blazing on her back.

you know her game inside and out.... not just because you’ve studied her as an opponent, but because you’ve watched her train, seen her practice free kicks in the backyard of your shared apartment complex, and heard her talk over dinner.

she’s relentless, but so are you.

early in the second half, saebyeok makes her first run.

she darts past your right back, timing her sprint to meet a long ball from her winger. you see it coming a mile away. your coach’s voice echoes in your head.

hold the line, step up together.

you signal to your fellow defenders, and as the ball rockets through the air, you push forward in unison.

saebyeok is too slow to adjust, and the referees flag shoots up.

offsides.

the striker slams her foot into the grass, and saebyeok's shoulders tense as she glares at the official. you catch her eye for a split second, and she shakes her head, lips pressed into a thin line.

you know that look. she’s pissed, but she’s not rattled yet.

the game settles into a rhythm again.

saebyeok’s team dominates possession, their wingers stretching your defense thin. you’re everywhere by cutting out passes, winning headers, barking orders to keep your backline tight.

every time saebyeok makes a move, you’re there, reading her.

another run, another perfectly timed step forward from your defense.

the flag goes up again.

offsides.

the crowd roars in happy, your fans loving the frustration etched on the faces of the league leaders.

saebyeok doesn’t look at you this time, but you can see the tension in her posture, the way her fists clench as she jogs back to reset.

by the 80th minute, it’s clear your strategy is working.

saebyeok’s team is getting sloppy, their passes rushed as they try to break your trap. you’re in her head now, and she knows it. you catch a glimpse of her muttering to herself after the third offsides call, her eyes flashing with that competitive fire you love and dread.

she’s not just playing against your team.

she’s playing against you.

it’s personal.

you’ve watched enough tape to know her tendencies. saebyeok has been your girlfriend for three years, you know her game at this point.

she favors her right foot, loves to cut inside when she’s got space.

you shadow her every move, your body between her and the goal. she gets a chance in the 84th minute, a through ball that splits your defense.

she’s quick, but you’re quicker, sliding in to nick the ball away just as she winds up to shoot.

the crowd gasps, then cheers as you clear it.

saebyeok hits the ground hard, rolling once before springing up, her eyes blazing as she points at you.

“come on!” she shouts, her voice carrying over the noise, “that was a clear yellow?” she’s talking to the ref, but you know it’s for you.

you shrug, keeping your expression neutral.

inside, your heart’s pounding.

by the fourth offside call in the second half, she’s livid. she throws her hands up, shouting something at the linesman you can’t quite hear.

the ref warns her, and you see her take a deep breath, trying to rein it in.

you know that look too.

she’s fighting to stay focused, but you’re under her skin.

you nearly catch them on a counterattack, your winger breaking free only to be denied by their keeper’s diving save. saebyeok gets another chance late in the game, a quick one-two with her midfielder that puts her in behind.

you’re there, though, stepping up with your fullback just as the ball is played.

the flag goes up again.

offsides.

saebyeok kicks the ground with her pink cleat, hard. this time, she doesn’t hide her frustration.

she spins toward you, her voice angry and sharp.

“you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” she snaps, close enough that only you can hear.

your girlfriend's eyes are fire, her jaw set. you don’t answer, just hold her gaze, letting the moment hang.

some of your teammates come up to pull you away, others just giggle knowing these are two girlfriends, who are rivals, and are having a moment.

the whistle blows for a stoppage which makes her turns away, but you can feel the heat radiating off her.

your game ends in a draw.

1-1.

the crowd cheers since you’ve held the league leaders to a standstill, and you know it’s because of the backline.

you shake hands with the opposing players, your body aching but your mind excited.

saebyeok’s hand lingers in yours for a fraction longer than necessary, her grip tight. your girlfriend's eyes meet yours, and there’s something there... frustration, yes, but also that spark you always feel when it’s just the two of you.

she doesn’t say anything, just pulls her hand away and heads to her team’s huddle.

you watch her go, knowing you’ll see her soon enough.

in the locker room you shower quickly, the hot water easing the tension in your muscles, but your mind’s already on what’s waiting at home.

saebyeok’s team bus will take her back to their training ground, and then she’ll drive to your shared apartment.

you know she’s pissed, replaying every offsides call, every moment you got the better of her. you can already picture her walking through the door, her bag slung over her shoulder, that fire still burning in her eyes.

you pull on a hoodie and jeans, your cleats swapped for slides, and head out into the cooling evening.

the drive home is short, but it feels longer with the anticipation building in your chest.

you pull into the parking lot of your apartment building, the familiar brick facade glowing under the streetlights. you grab your bag and head inside, the elevator ride giving you a moment to breathe.

you unlock the door to your shared apartment, stepping into the cozy space you’ve built together.

photos of you both on the walls, her favorite scarf draped over the couch, your cleats and hers tucked side by side by the door.

you drop your bag and head to the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water.

you know saebyeok won’t be far behind.

you weren't far off.

sae-byeok came into the apartment twenty minutes after you. as you scrolled on your phone, you felt the mattress dipped with saebyeok's presence.

when you look up, you felt your phone getting snatched out of your hands. sae-byeok is straddling you with her knees, throwing your phone across the bed as it bounces onto the carpet floor.

"sae-"

"shut up." your girlfriend cuts you off.

immediately, sae-byeok took off your hoodie and your shirt underneath it. you were not wearing a bra, since you took your sports bra off back in the locker rooms at the field.

"we're still first in the league, you know that. right?" sae-byeok smirks. afterwards, her hand goes to your neck, squeezing lightly as you let out a light whimper in shock.

"mhm hm." you quiver.

sae-byeok scoffs, unbuttoning your jeans and pulling those and your black panties down to your ankles.

the way she throws your clothes onto the floor screams anger. she's mad at you.

"you wanna know what I hate?" sae-byeok asks you, pinning herself above you as her lips speak inches from yours.

"what?" you whisper, submissive.

"I hate defenders who think they're hot shit after one trap." sae-byeok says, her eyes nearly black as they trace down your naked figure.

not knowing what to say, you take a deep breath. a sigh almost.

sae-byeok gets up from your naked body. for a second, you close your eyes wondering what your girlfriend was going to do to you tonight.

however, the sound of leather strap, and the sweet pineapple scent after a cap opens will quickly tell you what.

opening your tired eyes, you see that sae-byeok put on her strap and a dark purple dildo. an eight inch one.

your angry girlfriend only had her underwear on below. sae-byeok did not bother to speak as she spread your legs. she didn't scoff or prove another point as drops of pineapple lube slid down your warm pussy.

sae-byeok was pissed, and you could tell when she parted your wet labias and dragged the head of the thick dildo against you.

she smirked when your hole clenched onto nothing, before pushing the silicone cock inside in one thrust.

she gave a few slow thrusts afterwards, silently letting your body adjust to the dildo.

sae-byeok was pissed, but she still loved you. you can feel it when her fingers brush your thighs in mini heart traces.

your mouth was closed, nearly struggling to not moan out loud. the fullness in your lower body felt so good, even though sae-byeok was supposed to be punishing you.

the purple cock was buried inside your warm walls. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as sae-byeok started pounding into you rapidly.

"I hate how fucking good you feel right now." sae-byeok groans.

"no you don't." you mumble, quivering as you looked up into sae's eyes.

the striker looked down at you, eyebrows clenched.

"you love it." you moaned.

"fucking snarky center backs." sae-byeok moaned, before you felt her shake from above you.

she was cumming, cumming against the base of the leather strap that held the purple dildo.

you felt your orgasm coming, clenching in your lower belly, soon after.

unfortunately, sae-byeok noticed.

your opponent girlfriend pulled out, your slick leaving a connect between your walls and her dildo as you whined with desperation.

"wha-" you moaned, nearly crying as you felt your orgasm coming just soooo close before she pulled out.

sae-byeok takes the strap off, throwing it somewhere in the bedroom as she lays down in bed beside you.

"again... I hate defenders who think they're hot shit after one trap." sae-byeok says, before turning off the lamp inside of the bedroom and falling asleep.

you scoff, crossing your arms as you felt your high slowly fade away.

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authors note: I played soccer for many years a midfielder and I love putting that into my fics lol