I only write for weak hero and bloodhounds as of now.
I write headcanons, imagines, drabbles, oneshots and smau’s. So I basically write a little bit of everything.
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Ooo yay! 💌 Do you think you could make a Sieun angst fic? I know you already wrote about him, or Kang Wooyoung if you don’t feel like writing Sieun again. Maybe just a really toxic relationship, arguing, violence (if you don’t write that then you can change it to something else) hint of abuse and manipulation? I want to read something so sad tjat it hurts my heart lol😭😭
Pretend - Yeon Sieun x F!Reader
CW: angst, dark themes, bullying, stalking, violence (not towards reader)
A/N: i kind of accidentally got carried away with this one and took it in a different direction, but i hope it still meets expectations <3
There had always been something unsettling about the way people underestimated Sieun. Your brother liked to laugh about it with his friends. It usually happened after school, when he came home with that same smug grin stretched lazily across his face, dropping his bag onto the kitchen floor while your mother scolded him half-heartedly for making noise.
“He just sat there and took it,” your brother had said once, shoving rice into his mouth as though he were recounting something trivial. “Seriously, he’s like some creepy little robot. No reaction. Nothing.”
You had frowned from your seat across the table. “Who?”
“That weird kid. Sieun.” The name had meant nothing to you then. Your brother had rolled his eyes when you asked why they bothered him. “Because he acts like he’s better than everyone.”
That was all the explanation he gave. And because your brother had always occupied your life with an overwhelming sort of certainty, because he had always spoken as though his version of events was the only version worth hearing, you had accepted it without question. You never asked more. You never knew that while your brother was dismissing it as harmless teasing, he and his friends had spent months making Park Sieun’s life miserable.
They switched his test papers before submission and laughed when teachers accused him of carelessness. They “accidentally” spilled ink over his notes. They cornered him in stairwells, mocked his silence, shoved him into lockers, called him names they knew he would never dignify with a response. And through all of it, Sieun had endured. He remained quiet as he waited and calculated.
The day everything changed, your brother had switched his answer sheet during a major exam. It had been almost laughably simple. A sleight of hand while the teacher’s back was turned.
It was enough to drag Sieun’s perfect score into failure, making even the teacher look disappointed. Sieun had stared at the marked paper for a long moment, with an unreadable expression. Then his head slowly swiveled up, his gaze turning towards your brother. And for the first time, your brother saw it. His eyes weren’t filled with anger nor humiliation. It was something colder, distant; filled with the kind of silence that made people uneasy without understanding why.
His body stayed completely still despite the rage boiling within his veins. He kept his composure through his bullies snickering and teasing stares.
That afternoon, as students poured through the school gates in loose, noisy streams, Sieun stepped outside with his bag slung over one shoulder and saw your brother standing near the entrance. Sieun narrowed his eyes onto his form as he examined him patiently. He was waiting for someone.
You appeared moments later, weaving through the crowd toward him with your usual absentminded clumsiness, nearly dropping the books in your arms before your brother caught them with a laugh. He flicked your forehead as you swatted his hand away. And for a brief second, your brother’s entire expression softened. It was subtle, but Sieun made sure to caught it. And just like that, an idea slipped into place.
That night, he found your social media in under ten minutes. Your profile was public, an easy access for information. He rummaged through your page, learning everything quickly. Your favorite books, the café drinks you posted every Thursday, the library you checked into three evenings a week. The way you reviewed novels in long, overly earnest paragraphs, the playlists you shared. The little details that made a person feel knowable.
His finger stilled against the scroll wheel of his mouse the moment the screen shifted to a new post. A selfie filled the display, and his breath caught almost imperceptibly. There he was, your brother, the one who had made his life a calculated kind of hell, grinning smugly into the camera. And beside him stood you, your smile bright and guileless, your expression lit with an innocence so untouched by cruelty that it felt almost jarring against the darkness your brother carried so effortlessly.
And when he realized exactly who you were, his bully’s younger sister, his plan became clear.
He would hurt him for every bruise, every humiliation, every moment he had forced Sieun to endure in silence. And he would do it in the cruelest way possible, not by striking back at him directly, but through the one person foolishly untouched by any of it. Through you, his trusting, gullible little sister.
—
For six evenings, he sat across from you in the library. You noticed him on the second. The boy with the pale face and unreadable expression who always sat by the opposite window, a stack of books arranged with clinical precision in front of him. He never allowed his gaze to linger on you for more than a fleeting second, offering only the briefest of glances before returning to his book, as though your presence were nothing more than a quiet acknowledgment. Sometimes, when your eyes happened to meet, he would give a small, almost imperceptible nod, subtle enough to feel accidental, yet deliberate enough to plant a strange sense of familiarity between you.
It was the kind of familiar acknowledgment shared between strangers who occupy the same spaces often enough to become part of each other’s routine.
On the seventh evening, he sets a book down carefully atop the polished wooden table, the motion so casual it would have gone unnoticed by anyone else. But your eyes catch the familiar cover almost instantly. It was your favorite novel, the exact collector’s edition you had once posted about online, captioned with a dramatic complaint about how impossible it was to find.
Your breath catches on your throat.
For a moment, all you could do is stare, your fingers tightening around the edge of your own book as your mind scrambled to process the coincidence. Then, before hesitation could stop you, the words slipped out.
“That one’s impossible to find.”
The quietness of your tone seemed to ripple through the stillness between you. He lifts his gaze slowly, as though mildly surprised to hear you speaking to him at all. His expression remains unreadable for half a second, and then he glances down at the book before meeting your eyes again.
“It wasn’t easy.”
There was something understated about the way he said it, absent of any boastfulness, as though he were simply stating a fact.
A smile tugged at your lips before you could stop it, and then he smiled too.
It was small, almost hesitant, the faintest curve of his mouth, restrained enough to seem natural and yet deliberate enough to send an inexplicable warmth blooming through your chest. It was the kind of smile that felt earned, as though you had somehow coaxed it out of him, and that thought alone was enough to make your pulse flutter.
That is how it begins.
At first, you convince yourself it is nothing more than a coincidence stretched into familiarity, the kind of quiet connection that forms so naturally it barely seems worth questioning. Conversation slips into your routine with an ease that feels almost inevitable. What starts as brief exchanges across the library table slowly unfolds into something deeper, threading itself through the ordinary rhythm of your days before you even realize it has taken root.
Library meetings turn into coffee afterward, the two of you lingering in quiet little cafés long after your cups have gone cold, talking in low voices as evening settles beyond the windows. Coffee becomes slow walks home beneath the amber glow of streetlights, where the pauses between your conversations never feel awkward, only comfortable, as though silence itself has learned how to accommodate the two of you. And somehow, without either of you ever acknowledging the shift, those walks become late-night texts that stretch long past midnight, conversations about books and classes and scattered thoughts that feel too personal to tell anyone else.
Sieun is unlike anyone you have ever known.
He listens in a way that makes you feel as though every word matter, as though nothing you say is ever too trivial to deserve his attention. Not the absent-minded kind of listening people offer while waiting for their turn to speak, but the kind that is deliberate, attentive, almost unnervingly precise. He absorbs every detail and carries it with him as though he cannot bear to let it be forgotten.
He remembers things even you barely recall telling him.
The name of the cat you had when you were seven.
The exact date of your chemistry exam.
The offhand comment you once made about rereading tragic endings because they make you feel less alone somehow.
And then, without fanfare, he lets those details resurface in ways that leave your chest tightening with quiet wonder.
When you mention struggling with calculus one evening, frustrated enough to joke that failing might be less painful than trying to understand it, he arrives at the library the next day with pages of handwritten notes. Every formula is broken down with meticulous precision, each explanation arranged so neatly it looks as though it belongs in a textbook. The margins are filled with annotations in his careful handwriting, little clarifications and examples written solely with you in mind.
You stare at the pages, momentarily speechless.
“You did all this for me?”
He only shrugs, his expression unreadable, “It wasn’t difficult.”
But your fingers linger against the paper as warmth unfurls slowly through your chest, because no one has ever made effort look so effortless. No one has ever made this much effort for you.
And then there are your friends.
At first, they tease you lightly whenever you decline another invitation, all knowing smiles and raised brows when they ask if you are ditching them for your mysterious library boy again. You laugh it off, pretending not to notice the knowing glances they exchange.
But the teasing grows sharper, the questions more pointed.
One evening, after your third canceled plan in two weeks, one of them mutters that maybe you are getting a little too attached.
You tell Sieun about it later, trying to sound amused, though the comment lingers unpleasantly in your mind.
He is quiet for a moment, his gaze fixed on the darkening street ahead of you.
Then he tilts his head slightly and says, his tone low and calm, “You don’t have to force yourself to be around people who exhaust you.”
The words are simple. Reasonable, even. And yet something about the way he says them, so certain, so quietly reassuring, settles over you like permission. After that, canceling plans becomes easier as the guilt fades faster each time.
And somewhere in the quiet spaces he carves open for himself within your life, your world begins to narrow until, without quite realizing when it happens, it starts revolving around him.
Weeks became months. He became the first person you wanted to text in the morning. The last person you thought about before sleeping. The person whose approval mattered enough to reshape yourself around it.
You opened up to him in pieces. About how your brother’s shadow had always stretched too large over your life. How everyone knew you as his sister before they knew your name, and how lonely that felt.
Sieun would watch you with those dark, unreadable eyes and say softly, “You deserve to be seen for yourself.” Every time he spoke with the hint of tenderness in his voice, something inside you melted.
You never notice the guilt that crosses his face after moments like that, too caught in the warmth of his attention to recognize it for what it is. It begins as something small, barely there at first, slipping quietly through the cracks of a plan he once carried out with ruthless certainty. It settles itself into him in the quietest moments, in the space after your laughter fades, in the seconds after your fingers brush his when he passes you a cup of coffee, in the late hours of the night when your name appears across his screen and his chest tightens for reasons he refuses to examine too closely.
And he hates it. He hates the way your smile no longer feels like a victory.
He hates the way he catches himself rereading your messages long after the conversation has ended, his thumb hovering uselessly over the screen as though there is something more he wants to say.
He hates how the sound of your laughter, bright and unguarded, sometimes makes him forget entirely why he sought you out in the first place.
Most of all, he hates the realization that takes shape slowly and then all at once, impossible to ignore once it has fully formed.
If things had been different, if your brother had not made himself into something Sieun needed to destroy, if revenge had never planted itself between the two of you like rot beneath polished floorboards, then perhaps this could have been real.
Perhaps he could have loved you honestly. The thought sickens him.
Because by the time he allows himself to name it, the lie has already stretched too far to be undone.
It has woven itself through every moment between you, through every smile, every conversation, every late-night confession whispered into the glow of a phone screen. To unravel it now would mean confronting the truth of what he has done, and Park Sieun has never been the kind of person to flinch from cruelty once he has committed himself to it.
So, he buries whatever softness has begun taking root inside him and forces himself to remember.
He forces himself to remember the exam papers your brother stole and tampered with, the bruises blooming dark beneath the sleeves of his uniform where no teacher would think to look, the quiet humiliation of standing under accusing stares for things he had never done, and above all, the sharp echo of your brother’s laughter carrying through empty hallways as though every moment of his suffering had been nothing more than entertainment.
And as though sensing the quiet fracture beginning to form within him, your brother only pushes harder.
It is as though he cannot stand the thought of Sieun remaining untouched, and so he keeps escalating, keeps provoking, keeps digging at wounds that have never truly healed.
Until eventually, there comes a night when something inside Sieun finally snaps.
And with it, everything the two of you have built splinters beyond repair.
—
A text from Sieun arrives a little after eight.
Come to the old storage lot behind the academy. It’s important. I’m hurt.
The moment your eyes land on the message, your stomach drops.
You call him immediately, your thumb trembling so badly that you nearly miss the button. The line rings once. Twice. Three times. No answer.
A sharp wave of panic surges through you so suddenly it leaves your hands shaking. You barely manage to grab your coat before rushing out the door, your thoughts tangling into frantic, incoherent possibilities with every second that passes unanswered.
The cold night air cuts harshly against your skin as you run, each breath tearing through your lungs in ragged bursts. Dread coils tighter inside your chest with every step, heavy and suffocating, until it feels impossible to breathe around it.
By the time you reach the abandoned storage lot behind the academy, your heart is pounding so violently it drowns out everything else.
And then you see it.
Your brother lies sprawled across the cracked pavement, motionless except for the shallow rise and fall of his chest. One of his friends is slumped a few feet away, letting out a low groan before forcing himself upright. The second his eyes meet yours, he pales, scrambling clumsily to his feet before bolting into the darkness without a word. The others are already gone.
And there, beside your brother’s crumpled body, sits Sieun. He is perfectly still.
Blood drips in slow, deliberate drops from split knuckles onto the concrete below, staining the ground dark beneath his hands. His uniform is disheveled, his hair slightly mussed, a faint bruise beginning to darken along the sharp line of his jaw.
For one dizzying, breathless second, relief crashes through you. He is alive. The thought floods your chest so powerfully that your knees nearly buckle. Then he lifts his head.
And the moment your eyes meet his, something inside you turns to ice. There is no fear in his expression, no relief at seeing you. Only a stillness so cold and deliberate that it sends a sharp chill racing down your spine, as though some instinct buried deep within you is suddenly screaming that the boy you thought you knew is nowhere to be found.
You stumble toward him, panic colliding chaotically in your chest.
“Oh my god—Sieun, what happened?”
Before you can reach him, he rises in one swift, fluid motion, so sudden it makes you instinctively falter. His hand lashes out without hesitation, fingers closing around your arm with a grip so tight it instantly sends pain flaring through your skin as you let out a startled gasp.
For a split second, your mind refuses to process what is happening. Then he yanks you forward.
The force of it sends you stumbling helplessly toward him before he shoves you down beside your brother’s unconscious form. Your knees slam hard against the unforgiving pavement, sharp pain shooting upward on impact. The sting barely registers over the wave of confusion that crashes through you so violently it steals the breath from your lungs.
“S-Sieun…?”
Your voice comes out thin and trembling, fractured by disbelief as your eyes start to water.
Slowly, you lift your head to look at him. He stares down at you before he smiles.
It is not the smile you knew, the small, careful curve of his lips that had once made warmth bloom softly through your chest. There is no trace of quiet fondness in it, no familiar restraint that had always made his rare smiles feel precious.
This one is something else entirely, it is filled with an underlying cruelity.
For one terrible moment, all you can do is stare, your pulse roaring in your ears as the horrifying realization begins to unfurl inside you.
You do not know the boy standing in front of you. Maybe you never did.
He speaks up, his tone distant and sharp, “Do you know how easy this was?” The words hit you like a slap. You blink rapidly, tears spilling unchecked down your flushed cheeks, but they do nothing to clear the dizzying swell of confusion still crashing through you, thick and suffocating, leaving you grasping desperately for some explanation that will make sense of the boy standing before you. You retort, trying to steady your shaky voice. “What?”
A quiet laugh slips past his lips. It is soft enough to almost sound gentle, but there is something in it that makes your stomach twist, a note of cold disbelief laced with something dangerously close to pity.
“You really never figured it out.” Slowly, he crouches in front of you, lowering himself until he is close enough for you to see the dark crimson drying across his knuckles, close enough for you to notice the faint rise and fall of his chest, steady and controlled in stark contrast to the frantic pounding of your own heart. “This was planned from the very beginning.”
For a moment, the world seems to tilt beneath you. Your lips part, but no sound comes out. The words catch somewhere in your throat, strangled by the sharp wave of disbelief crashing through your chest.
Sieun continues as though he is simply reciting facts, his voice calm and measured, each word delivered with deliberate precision, “Your brother ruined my grades. He sabotaged my work. He thought he could keep doing it and never face consequences.”
His gaze flickers briefly toward your brother’s motionless form sprawled across the pavement, his expression remaining maddeningly unreadable.
“So, I decided to take something from him,” his unforgiving eyes return to yours, “You.”
The single syllable strikes with enough force to hollow out your chest. A sharp, broken sound escapes you.
“No.” Your voice cracks under the weight of it, trembling violently as you shake your head. “No, that’s not—”
“I saw him with you outside the school gates.”
He cuts through your denial effortlessly, his tone still terrifyingly composed.
“I looked you up that same night.”
Every word peels away another layer of the life you thought the two of you had built together.
“I learned where you studied. What books you liked. I knew exactly when you would be at the library,” his gaze does not waver, “I sat across from you because I already knew what would catch your attention. I knew exactly what to say.”
The memories crash into you all at once; the collector’s edition of your favorite novel, the carefully measured glances, the effortless conversations that had once felt so achingly genuine. And in a single horrifying instant, every treasured moment twists into something unrecognizable. None of it had been accidental. Every smile, every text, every detail he had remembered so perfectly had been carefully calculated, a cruel performance designed for one purpose alone: to earn your trust just deeply enough to shatter it.
“You’re lying,” you whisper weakly. For one impossible moment, pain flickers across his irises before it hardens.
“Am I?” He leaned closer. “Did you really think someone could love someone as naive as you?”
Your tears spill rapidly, hot and humiliating, blurring your vision as you shake your head frantically, as though denial alone might somehow unravel the truth standing so mercilessly in front of you.
Sieun lets out a quiet exhale, almost amused. He speaks again, his voice lowered a few octaves now, “Do you know what was almost embarrassing to watch?,” he tilts his head, studying your shattered expression with detached cruelty, “How quickly you isolated yourself the second I made you think your friends didn’t understand you. How easily you lied to your family just because I gave you a little attention. How desperately you handed over every pathetic little insecurity you had, practically begging me to use them,” he leans closer, his gaze unrelenting, “You made this disgustingly easy.”
Each sentence lands with surgical precision, stripping away what little dignity your heartbreak has left.
His eyes flick over your trembling frame before settling back on your tear-streaked face.
“You really thought any of this meant something?,” he lets out a scornful laugh, “God, you were easier to fool than I thought.”
Your chest constricted so violently it hurt to breathe. All you could think about were the tiny moments you had treasured, and the fact that none of it had been real.
You were crying openly now, shoulders shaking. And for the first time that night, Sieun’s composure falters. It is subtle enough that anyone else might have missed it; the slight tightening of his jaw, the near-imperceptible twitch of his hand at his side, as though some instinct buried deep within him is fighting to reach for you, to take back everything he has just said before it can settle permanently between you.
For a fleeting moment, it almost looks as though he might. But then the hesitation disappears.
His expression hardens, whatever softness had threatened to surface vanishing beneath the cold armor he has spent months perfecting.
“You were never anything more than revenge.” The words leave him clipped and sharp, spoken with the kind of finality that severs whatever fragile thread still exists between the two of you.
Through the blur of tears clouding your vision, you stare at him desperately, searching his face for something, anything, that resembles the boy you had fallen for.
And then you see a flicker momentarily. Something raw and fractured passing through his dark eyes so quickly it is almost gone before you can fully recognize it.
Regret.
It lasts less than a heartbeat, but it is enough. Enough to force the cruelest truth into devastating clarity. Somewhere along the way, he had cared, something real had taken root despite everything he had intended. But he had destroyed it regardless.
The realization carves through you more brutally than any insult he has thrown your way.
Because if he had never felt anything, then this would have been simple cruelty, easier to dismiss as emptiness. But he had felt it. He had known exactly what this would do to you.
Heyyy I’d love some Ahn Suho bf headcannons (sfw and nsfw if that’s okay with u) 💗💗💗 Love your work btw and the aesthetic of your blog is so cuteeeeeeeeee😚
ꨄ︎ Ahn su-ho boyfie headcanons ꨄ︎
ahn su-ho x reader
SUMMARY: headcanons for Ahn su-ho as your boyfriend
WARNINGS: nsfw, MDNI!!
AUTHORS NOTE: im so sorry for going M.I.A for so longgg guyss dont worry tho yall im back for good again
also Incase you couldn’t tell I have changed the whole vibe of my blog so im sorry to anyone who couldn’t recognise me😪
𝜗𝜚 SFW 𝜗𝜚
°˖➴— he’s the best comforter ever, whether you’re physically hurt or mentally he’s by your side immediately. If you scraped your knee, he’s giving you a hug and comforting you through the pain before cleaning the wound and putting a bandaid on it. If you’re going through a rough patch and having a rough time with your mental health, he’s gonna make time for you as much as he can and he’s always gonna let you cry on his shoulder or vent to him if you ever need it.
°˖➴— he’s not the type to fight anyone over something as small as looking at you for too long or hitting on you without knowing you’re with su-ho, su-ho often avoids physical altercations unless it’s absolutely necessary, but if someone hurts you physically or mentally he’s definitely throwing hands.
°˖➴— he loves it when you mess with his hair, he absolutely loves the feeling and the way it’s so soothing and relaxing. It doesn’t matter what you do, wether it’s a little braid or a ponytail on the top of his head making him look like a unicorn, he loves it no matter what it is, and he will literally go to school the next day with that same braid in his hair.
°˖➴— whenever you’re full and can’t eat more of your food he’s immediately eating it all up, but not before shoving one last bite into your mouth, he claims it’s a waste of food, knowing damn well he could’ve eaten all of it alone, but what’s the harm in feeding you until you explode?
°˖➴— he literally always manages to cheer you up. No matter how determined you were that day to come to school and be all mysterious he always makes you laugh like a maniac, he’s just naturally funny.
°˖➴— he’s genuinely the most supportive boyfriend ever, you scored only a few grades higher than your last test? He’s throwing a party like it’s your birthday. You want to cut your hair short? He’s supporting it and immediately saying you’ll look amazing. He literally supports every decision you make and every goal you achieve.
𝜗𝜚 NSFW 𝜗𝜚
°˖➴— he loves fingering you so much, as we all know he can often be a little tired so he loves that he can please you without using up too much of his energy, plus, he loves seeing your face expressions when you come, in his world that's the best thing ever.
°˖➴— he always makes sure you come first before prioritising his own release, he cant help it, but he genuinely puts his needs second and puts your first always.
°˖➴— he loves missionary because it's intimate and he can see your face, he would hate taking you from the back simply because it feels detached and doesn't even feel personal at all, so he always makes sure he can see your face, plus, that way he gets to study your face expressions and make sure he’s really pleasing you.
°˖➴— he loves gentle sex, he's definitely not the type to get rough unless you want him to, and even then he almost can't bring himself to be rough because he's afraid he'll hurt you, but even then he knows what he's doing, he prioritises depth and pleasure over actual speed or roughness.
°˖➴— he's big on words of affirmation when you're having sex, he often calls you pet names like "babe" "baby" "honey" and often praises you on how you're doing and how much you're pleasing him, he wants to make sure you feel good about yourself.
°˖➴— he is DEFINITELY a whimperer. He mostly groans and suppresses his whimpers but sometimes it slips out before he can even stop it.
Guys I’m backkk…😪✌️ soooo I MIGHTTT have gone MIA for a while but I promise guys I have a post ready, tumblr is lagging though and not letting me post it but I’ll figure out the issue and try to have it posted by tomorrow ! 💕
ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: seong-je’s dad walked in while you two were having sex…oops.
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: nsfw, MDNI!
ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: this is one of my many drafts that absolutely no one asked for but I’m still doing, I’ve been basically only posting about bloodhounds so ofc I had to write about my king seongje🥹🙏🏼 also I’m posting this to feed you guys while I work on 3 different requests!
It was safe to say that things had taken quite a sharp turn. You had just been hanging out with your boyfriend, seong je, in his room, you were both laying on his bed together, his arm around your shoulder and your head resting lazily over his shoulder.
it was calm, calmer than usual, usually you’d be talking about stupid stuff, or smoking, or making out, but clearly, the both of you were tired and both had a long day, you just wanted to be in each others presence. You hadn’t spoken to each other in a while, you’d been scrolling on your phones for almost an hour now, not saying a word to each other.
You happened to scroll past a TikTok video of a girl exposing her boyfriend of cheating and doing lots of crazy stuff behind the girls back, and out of pure amusement at the ridiculous situation, without even glancing at him, you finally spoke up after a long while of silence “you would never do that to me, right?” You said, not really expecting more from him than a shake of his head, but he glanced at the video on your phone and scoffed in amusement, his gaze moving to you, and then back to your phone “ofcourse not, you’re all I got” that’s when you looked up at him with a smile.
you couldn’t help it though, it made you happy knowing he’d never do that to you, so you planted a kiss on his lips, but one thing led to another…and now he’s pounding into you, your legs wrapped around his waist, chest to chest, with his face tucked into your shoulder as he thrusted deep.
He was thrusting deeper than usual, which made involuntary noises come out of your mouth, causing him to cover your mouth with his hand, usually he wouldn’t do this, he loves hearing the sounds he can pull out of you, but this time his parents were home. “Be quiet for me, hm? Be a good girl for me, just for me.”
His words left his mouth breathlessly, because he was also trying to hold back his grunts, biting onto your shoulder to stop himself from making noise.
At this point you’ve been going at it for half an hour so you’re both already slicked with sweat, the activity taking the energy out of both of you, especially after your long day, but it felt good, it felt amazing.
But your pleasure wasn’t long lived, because the sound of the door slamming open immediately startled you, luckily you two had the sheets over you so his dad, who had come in, didn’t see either of you naked, so that was great, but then again, his dad had just walked in on you two having sex, you all stayed in silence for a good few moments, your gaze moving from seongje, who was staring at his dad with narrowed eyes like he was a test subject, and his dad standing there like he’d just seen a crime scene in action. After a good 15 seconds of silence, his dad finally spoke “…don’t stink up the room with your sweat, seongje. Dinners ready, I expect you two at the dinner table.” You let out a silent huff of relief when you heard that his dad wasn’t as raging as you thought he’d be, and when he walked out and mumbled something about door locks, your head fell back onto the pillow, seongje still above you, still inside of you.
He hesitantly pulled out with an annoyed groan, he was clearly pissed off at the interruption, you both were so close too, but even though he is THE geum seongje, the one who beats up kids for fun and laughs after getting punched, he didn’t wanna go against his father, who was even worse than him when he was mad.
“Cmon, let’s go, he probably made kimchi again”
And just like that, you ended up at the dinner table in seongjes sweatpants and shirt, eating his dads delicious kimchi, and even though his dad stared at you two like you had murdered his whole bloodline, you managed to strike up a conversation, and his dad clearly loosened up after you asked him about his kimchi recipe.
Yeah, you’re definitely gonna lock the door next time…
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ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: sfw headcanons for dong ha as ur boyfriend + a few scenarios!🤭 (yes I’m feeling very nice today)
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: none!
ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: I loved making this sm, dong ha is my underrated king frfrrr (•̀ᴗ•́)و
ೀ— you guys definitely have your own secret little handshake you do whenever you guys see each other, you made it up years and years before you guys actually got together and you just stuck with it because you both got so used to doing it, so most of the time you two meet up the first thing your doing is your handshake and then maybe a kiss or hug.
ೀ— he’s a clingy sleeper 100% he might be tough scary and intimidating when awake and standing, but when he falls asleep before you, he’s clinging onto you like someone’s gonna take you from him. He always has an arm draped over your neck, or his legs tangled with yours, or just both, clinging onto you like a koala, but in a comforting way that makes you fall asleep a moment later too.
You had been laying in your bed with dong ha for a good 30 minutes by this point, you had walked back to your place after he was done with his union work which usually ends pretty late, so it was blue hour at this point, he had his hand on your waist and his chin on your shoulder, just watching whatever influencer drama YouTube video you were watching since he didn’t have much else to watch or look at.
At this point your video was done already, and you sighed as you watched the outro, before moving to place your phone on the bedside table, but before you could sit up, you felt a familiar pair of arms behind you wrapping around your neck, you stopped moving, and glanced over your shoulder, yeah, he was fast asleep.
You knew you wouldn’t be able to put your phone back properly or charge it at this point, he’s clearly not gonna let you, so instead, you settled for throwing the phone somewhere on your floor and settling into his hold, tucking the blanket slightly more over you two, and before you knew it, you were knocked out cold too.
ೀ— he loves just laying in the bed or the couch with you and just watching TikTok together on your phone, occasionally he’d reach up to scroll back after you scroll past a video he was clearly interested in, or just commenting on particularly absurd videos.
ೀ— he’s very good at comforting, whenever you’ve had a bad day or something happened and you just want someone to crash into and just be with for the whole day, dong ha is the first person you go to for that. He just gives off good comforter vibes
ೀ— he’s always making sure everyone knows you’re his when you’re out in public, he always has a hand on you, whether that be his arm draped around your shoulders, his hand on the small of your back or holding your hand, he always wants people to know that you’re his and he’s yours.
ೀ—you’re getting princess treatment allllll the time. It doesn’t matter what you want or what your needs are, he’s immediately fulfilling them.
You two had been hanging out when he got a text from baek Jin and he basically dragged you out of the house to go to the union bowling alley, promising you that it wouldn’t take long, but it had already been late at night and you were overtired. While you were walking there, it didn’t take you long to start complaining, you weren’t even halfway there and you were already whining about your legs hurting.
It was safe to say you were getting to him with your whining, so in the end he just bent down and told you to get on his back, to which you did with glee. After you got on his back it was complete silence between you two, to which he thought was just because you were relaxing and don’t have a reason to whine about anything anymore, but really, you had been slowly falling asleep, your face tucked into his neck with your arms draped around his neck.
When he got there, he figured you would have said something, anything by now, about the bowling alley having a basement smell, or something about how you’re “very” good at bowling, but when you didn’t, he glanced over his shoulder and realised you had fallen asleep.
He let out a sigh of relief, atleast he wouldn’t have to take a conscious y/n to the bowling alley, that’s even worse than you sleeping on his back, so he went inside, immediately greeting Baek jin, to which Baek jin raised a brow as he saw Dong ha’s girlfriend sleeping while piggyback riding, but baek Jin didn’t ask any questions, just passed a few documents to Dong ha and quietly said that they should be filled out by next week.
When he got home to your place, he layed you on the bed and he was quick to fall into a deep sleep right beside you.
ೀ— he’s always the one buying things, whether that be the dinner for your date, a snack you wanted at the convenience store or a top you thought was really cute, it doesn’t matter what it is, he’s buying, he’s appalled by the idea of you having to pay for anything.
ೀ— whenever you argue he’s slightly aggressive, ofcourse he’d never touch you, maybe he’ll hit a wall to punctuate one of his points, or maybe he’d throw something that isn’t actually harmful or won’t break, like his bag or something small like a pencil, but even when he does those things like that, you never flinch because you know he’d never put a hand on you in the circumstance of an argument, but definitely expect a lot of yelling.
ೀ— he’s usually a little stubborn after arguments, it usually takes him a day or two to actually take action but in the end he always apologises with flowers and kisses.
It had been three days since your big argument, the argument was the worst one you’ve had in a while, it was an argument about dong-ha being in the union and the dangers it comes with, and then halfway in the argument you had hit his chest in anger and he just left, but not before muttering a hand full of hurt-full curse words and insults aimed towards you, it wasn’t anything completely unforgivable, but it wasn’t anything good to say the least.
You were laying in your bed thinking over the argument, the feeling of guilt and regret filling you as you remembered the hurtful things you said to him too, but then you remembered the even more hurtful things he said to you on his way out, why can’t he understand you’re just worried for him?
The sound of your doorbell ringing filled the silence of the house, your parents were away, so you were all alone in the house, so you went downstairs to open the door, you glanced in a mirror, and you looked exactly how you felt, eye bags slightly darker than before, hair in a messy bun, paired with shorts, mismatched socks and dong-ha’s hoodie, which you had put on because you missed him and the hoodie smelt of his cologne.
You let out a heavy sigh, before opening the door, and to your surprise, it was none other than your boyfriend, dong-ha, he stood there with a bouquet of your favourite flowers and your favourite chocolates, and instead of being angry, you immediately hugged him, tucking your face in the crook of his neck.
He let out a relieved sigh, clearly he was forgiven, so he relaxed and moved his arms around you, still holding the chocolates and flowers. “I’m sorry” you muttered against his neck, but he shook his head a little in dismissal of your words “nahhh, IM sorry, I shouldn’t have gotten so angry” and just like that, you made up. Exactly like you always do.
Can you write for Seong-mok from weak hero plzzzzzzz and love youuuuuu
𝜗𝜚 Do seong-mok boyfriend headcanons 𝜗𝜚
ᴅᴏ ꜱᴇᴏɴɢ-ᴍᴏᴋ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: headcanons for seongmok as your boyfie
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: nsfw, !MDNI!
ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: sorry that it took me so long to post this, I was working on quite a few requests and my own fics. Also I love seongmok he’s such an underrated king but I couldn’t think of any oneshot ideas for him so you’re getting more headcanons than I’d usually do to make up for it, hope you like this!🫶🏻
𝜗𝜚 SFW 𝜗𝜚
°˖➴— hes very different around you than with others, he might not be the most affectionate even with you, but he definitely goes soft when he’s with you, even if it’s in the small things, like his body language, the way he talks to you or the way he actually makes conversation with you unlike when he’s in public or with people he’s not super close with.
°˖➴— he’s not big on physical affection, but if you initiate it he never ever rejects it, if you grab his hand? He’s grabbing back and tightening his grip to let you know it’s okay that you’re holding his hand. If you lean your head on his shoulder? It’s barely noticeable, but he’ll lean into you. It’s rare that he ever initiates physical touch when you’re in public, but if he does, it’s usually a hand hold or a hand on your waist.
°˖➴— he’s always bringing you to hangout at the union bowling alley in the evening when all the customers are gone and it’s empty, at this point you’re a professional at bowling because you’ve gone bowling atleast twice a week ever since you two got together.
°˖➴— you’re constantly getting princess treatment from him, he’ll massage your back before bed. Brush his fingers through your hair until you fall asleep, and only let himself sleep when he’s sure you’re asleep. He’s always helping you with zippers or putting on heels, he’s such a gentleman.
°˖➴— he’s very non freaky, for the first like half year of your relationship he never even thought of you in any super sexual ways, it’s very pure love with him, he’d never use you for sexual purposes, and he’s genuinely appalled by the fact that some men use their girls for those reasons.
°˖➴— he gets physical when he’s angry, which is why you always have to hold him back when someone pisses him off too much, but he always listens to you and immediately backs off when you let him know to not cross that line, whether it’s by muttering his name in a soft but stern way, or putting your hand in front of his chest to stop him from doing anything he might regret in the future.
°˖➴— you basically never have arguments, and when you do it’s always you who starts it, usually you start arguments because of him being involved in the union, getting in a fight or doing anything dangerous, but he always makes sure to shut it down quietly but certainly, and assures you that nothings gonna happen to him.
°˖➴— he secretly loves cuddling with you, you could never get him to confess that, he’s taking that to his grave, but he absolutely loves it when you randomly get into the bed and just snuggle him when you’ve been in silence on your phones for way too long, he always immediately puts an arm around you, asking if you’re comfortable, which usually ends up with you falling asleep on him, which he also loves.
°˖➴— he hates having you around union people, the only exceptions are dong-ha and maybe baek Jin, but he’s always avoiding any interaction with seong je and you, or any other union member for that matter.
𝜗𝜚 NSFW 𝜗𝜚
°˖➴— like mentioned before, he doesn’t have a high sex drive, so it’s not often you two have sex, but in a healthy way, it assures you that he’s not just in it for the sex, so you usually have sex like once every two weeks, maybe twice if he’s not busy with union stuff.
°˖➴— his gentleman antics apply in bed too, he might not ask if you’re okay while you’re doing it, but he’s learnt your body language well enough to look at your face expressions and calculate if that specific expression means you’re uncomfortable, hurting or anything he needs to know in the moment without actually asking.
°˖➴— he’s definitely a panter, he definitely does not whimper, and barely ever grunts, he mostly just pants and breathes heavily into your neck, he’s just not that vocal, in and out of bed.
°˖➴— his stamina is very controlled, he’d make sure he’s not going too fast, instead he prioritises thrusting deep, rather than thrusting fast, he’s already figured out everything about you, and even though he’s not that experienced in sex, he’s quick to learn what girls like, so he was quick to learn that the depth is more important than stamina.
°˖➴— he always has one of his hands caressing you in a comforting way, he never wants you to feel uncomfortable or unloved, he wants you to know that he isn’t just doing this for the high, but to provide you pleasure and comfort, so when he thrusts a little deeper he’s caressing your shoulder, arm, waist, wherever he knows provides comfort.
°˖➴— sex is definitely not just casual to him, it’s important to him and it shows the connection between two people, so he’s not a player, never has been, this is also one of the reasons you never have to worry about cheating…he’s simply not that kinda guy.
im the one who requested the mr moon headcannons and i love it so much😭🫶🏼do you think it will be possible to make an imagine/oneshot where they met on random day and mr moon literally fell in love at first sight and after weeks of courting her, they finally became official. i think this will such a cute fluff story ARGHHHH I CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT IT
ꨄ︎ Crave you ꨄ︎
ᴍᴏᴏɴ ɢᴡᴀɴɢ ᴍᴜ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: after fate brought you two together, he knew he had to have you.
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: none, pure fluff!
ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: I’m sorry that this is so rushed and very very short, but I’ve been working on a few other requests and I’ve been trying to get all of them done today so I can have them ready in my drafts, I hope this isn’t too far from what you wanted and I hope you enjoy it! I promise I’ll make your next request much longer and better! 🤍
You two met when you were going on a normal morning coffee run, you had been running late that morning for a hangout with a friend, you already had gotten spammed with messages from the friend, asking you if you’re almost there and expressing their annoyance with you oversleeping after you had planned the hangout many days prior.
but who were you without your morning coffee? So that’s why you were hurrying to your favourite coffee shop in the city, phone in hand as you texted your friend and trying to convince them your alarm didn’t go off for some reason. You ordered your usual coffee that you always ordered at this place, and after an unnecessary 15 minutes of waiting for a coffee that definitely did not take that long to make, you were already out of the coffee shop.
You rushed with a coffee in hand and phone in the other, speed walking like your life depended on it, but before you knew it, you bumped into someone, causing your coffee to spill everywhere onto your freshly washed white blouse.
The man you bumped into was quick to apologise, but when his eyes landed on you, his words faltered immediately, he fell in love, literally, since he stumbled a little in pure shock of your beauty, he only snapped out of his daze when you raised a brow at him, he quickly bowed and apologised, and you let out a huff, accepting his apology, but he knew he couldn’t let you go just like that, and he knew he needed to find a way to casually get to know you better, or atleast get your number, so he offered to buy you a new coffee.
You hadn’t ever had someone show you this amount of kindness, let alone offer to buy you another coffee, and honestly? He was kind of cute, so you agreed.
It had been a few days since that incident, and you had exchanged numbers that day, he had very clearly shown interest in you since that day. You had hung out a few times, and honestly? You couldn’t help but slowly fall in love, he was kind, smart, respectful, all that you’d want in a guy, but you also couldn’t help but play hard to get. Your love life hadn’t been to successful in the past, so you thought you should get to know him first, let him run after you, see how much you really mean to this guy.
And just like that, months went by, months filled with laughter, joy, comfort and the lingering feeling of something you’d never really felt for anyone before, not like you did for him anyway.
Today was just another evening of relaxing in the comfort of your own home, you were honestly pretty ready to go to sleep at that point, dressed in your sleep clothes already while you sat on the couch binge watching a cheesy k drama while the sound of rain pattering on the windows filled the room in a calming way, but your peace was disturbed by the sound of your doorbell ringing throughout the house. You got up with a heavy sigh, throwing on a warm hoodie as you opened the door, and there stood gwang mu, drenched from the rain, a sheepish smile on his face as he glanced down at the bouquet of your favourite flowers that you had mentioned you loved a while back.
“What are you doing here so late at night?”
You ask, your brows furrowed in worry as you see him shivering slightly. He ignored your question completely, and instead asked the question he’d been dying to ask ever since he met you “ y/n, will you be mine…please?”
Your eyes widened in slight shock, but the way this grown man made himself look so small when asking you, the way he slightly raised the flowers like they would convince you to say yes. You couldn’t help the smile creeping up your lips, and it’s almost like the next words came out without your permission “yeah, I’ve wanted that for a while now” and almost like he got overwhelmed by the pure happiness, he immediately hugged you, the flowers dropping to the ground, but you didn’t care, you hugged him back just as tight. That’s when it became clear, that you don’t regret being late to your friends on that specific date and time, because if that hadn’t happened, you two would have never met.
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ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: sfw headcanons for Allen as your boyfriend.
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: none!
ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: been waitinggggg for someone to request something about Allen, myeong ro has NO business being this fine 🙏🏼
꒰ა ✦ ໒꒱ - he is the yearning type, he yearns for you sooo hard, he’s such a loser in the hottest way ever, whenever he has time, he always texts you, and if you don’t answer his spamming he’ll just hack your phone and make your phone do some crazy stuff to get your attention, and at this point your used to it.
꒰ა ✦ ໒꒱ - when you guys argue he’s purposefully just playing games on his phone and barely focusing on what you’re saying, and if you point it out mid argument he’ll huff and say “what do you want me to do?” And when he’s not in the mood for your arguing, he’ll definitely yell at you, he’d never touch you though, but he raises his voice to get his point across, even if he doesn’t really mean to and he’s only trying to stop the argument, he’s just kind of prone to raising his voice, even if he’s not necessarily saying anything mean.
꒰ა ✦ ໒꒱ - he’s always the first to apologise after arguments, he’s not good at it and he feels ashamed when he apologises in a way that he doesn’t think is good enough for you, but he tries his best, he apologises with kisses, your favorite snacks and gentle words.
꒰ა ✦ ໒꒱ - he always has you on his lap when he’s gaming or hacking, you two don’t even have to speak to each other, you could just be scrolling on your phone while he does his own thing, he just wants to have you close. The same counts for when he’s gaming on his phone on the couch or bed, you’re always cuddled up with each other with you scrolling on your phone or texting and him playing his own games.
꒰ა ✦ ໒꒱ - you guys have never heard of the word privacy, whenever your phone is closer to him than his own, he’ll just go into your phone, and start scrolling through social media’s on your phone, sometimes goes through your texts, but not because he thinks your cheating or doing something behind his back, no, he just goes through your texts to see what you’ve been up to. This also applies to you, you borrow his clothes, toothbrush, and you’re going through his phone all the time, with the same intention as Allen, just so you can see what he’s up to.
꒰ა ✦ ໒꒱ - he loves when you help him dye his hair, he dyes his hair a different color like every three month so you’re always helping him dye it, and you’re usually the one to pick the colour too, and every time you dye his hair a different colour you always color a strand of your hair the same colour so you can match.
꒰ა ✦ ໒꒱ - he spoils you like crazy, you’re getting designer brands gifted to you all the time, he’s got so much money from working for baek-jeong that he doesn’t even know what to do with all the extra money so he just spends it on you, whatever you want or dream of? You’re getting it, you’ve gotten so much things from him that you have a huge walk in closet filled with designer clothes.
꒰ა ✦ ໒꒱ - he’s sooo soft for you, every time he does something wrong and you scold him for it he’s just standing there with his head down and mumbling quiet “I’m sorry”’s “I’ll do better next time”’s “it won’t happen again”’s while looking like a puppy you kicked out in the rain.
꒰ა ✦ ໒꒱ - he literally can’t sleep without you, which is part of the reason you two moved in, he falls asleep so much faster when he’s spooning you with his face tucked in the crook of your neck.
꒰ა ✦ ໒꒱ - he always tries to avoid being angry around you, he doesn’t get actually angry, like rage kind of angry often, it happens like once every two weeks when baek jeong or something not going right pisses him off, he’ll be fuming but if he wants to get his anger out he’ll throw or hit things without actually using too much strength, like instead of throwing a plate he’d throw one of his hoodies, much safer that way.
꒰ა ✦ ໒꒱ - he’s always telling you everything and ranting to you about his day, whether it be ikfc business, or something a friend told him that day, it doesn’t matter, you’re going to hear about it while he lays on your chest.
if its possible can u make a moon gwangmu headcannons like baekjeong one both sfw and nsfw😗
ꫂ᭪Moon gwang-mu sfw/nsfw headcanonsꫂ᭪
ᴍᴏᴏɴ ɢᴡᴀɴɢ-ᴍᴜ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: sfw and nsfw headcanons for gwang-mu as your boyfie.
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: MDNI, explicit content.
ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: Thank you for requesting for my king Gwang-mu, literally no one ever writes for him, so yeah, respect to u. also I hope this isn’t toooo ooc since for some reason I just couldn’t for the life of me figure out what to write for him, but yeah, I hope you like it! (*^‿^*)
୨ৎ SFW ୨ৎ
જ⁀➴- he’s suchhhh a softie, he tries acting tough all the time in front of his peers, but whenever you two are alone he’s like a teenage boy in love.
જ⁀➴- he’s extremely protective of you, not to a point where it’s toxic or obsessive, but enough to make you feel truly safe, he’s seen what has happened to gun-woo’s mother, and he would never want to have you involved in his mess.
જ⁀➴- he’s very big on princess treatment. He’s constantly massaging your back, shoulders, feet, legs, he always wants to get rid of any tension in your body, wanting you to feel as relaxed and unburdened as possible. This also includes things like holding your purse for you, putting on your heels for you, he’s even mastered using a curling iron for every time you ask him to curl the back.
જ⁀➴- you’re getting flowers from him constantly, it doesn’t matter what the occasion is, he says it’s common courtesy to give you something every time you two go out, and he gets your favourite flowers too. On the times he doesn’t give you flowers you’re atleast getting chocolates or your favourite drink from the local cafe.
જ⁀➴- I feel like he’s definitely a really good kisser, he knows exactly what you enjoy and he’s always doing the right things. He likes to take it slow and make you feel loved, he somehow finds a way to make out passionately but also softly.
જ⁀➴- he hates seeing you upset, he is extremely good at comforting but he’s completely unaware of that and assumes he’s not good at it. He’s the type to let you cry into his shoulder with his hand on your head and the other on your back caressing you comfortingly.
જ⁀➴- he’s always taking you out on dates, it’s always some kind of fancy restaurant, at this point, you two have probably been in every restaurant in the city because he’s taking you out like twice, sometimes even thrice a week if he’s not caught up in his own business.
જ⁀➴- he fusses over the smallest injuries on your body, it doesn’t matter if it’s a bruise on your leg from bumping into something or a microscopic cut on your hand from a cat on the street you made the mistake of petting. He’s always on you immediately when he sees it, asking about it and making sure it wasn’t any of his rivals messing with you to get through to him.
୨ৎ NSFW ୨ৎ
જ⁀➴- he is litterally never rough in bed, i literally can’t imagine him being rough with you, he’d be sooo gentle and worshiping every single time, always making sure you’re okay and that you’re enjoying yourself as much as he is.
જ⁀➴- he definitely hates quickies, he loves taking his precious time with you, preferably in a bed, because then there’s no sense of rush and he knows he can take as long as he wants to with you, he’ll take all night if that’s what it takes to make you feel special and loved.
જ⁀➴- he’s a missionary enthusiast, he loves keeping eye contact with you and watching your reaction to everything he does, it also allows him easy access to your neck, which he loves to kiss, not enough to create marks, but just enough to be slightly red, and simply fade away the next day.
જ⁀➴- he’s overall such a gentleman in bed, he’s always asking you things “does that feel okay?” “Does that hurt?” “How you holding up?” “Let me know when you’re close, okay honey?”
જ⁀➴- hes definitely a boobs guy, his arm is often over your boobs, it’s a way to stabilise you and keep you in place when he goes slightly deeper, but deep down he knows it’s just an excuse to feel your boobs against his arm.
જ⁀➴- secretly has a breeding kink but will never admit it, he loves children and definitely wants some of his, but he always uses protection because he would never want you to unexpectedly go through the pain of pregnancy unless it’s been planned between the two of you.
i adore all of u who write for bloodhounds ♡ you’re all so so soooo talented & beautiful !! please never stop being great writers (and never stop writing for bloodhounds pls)
ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: headcanons for Baku/Park Hu-min as your boyfriend, and two scenarios!
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: brief mentions of nudity, other than that it’s pure fluff.
ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: I’m so very grateful for the support I’ve been receiving for my last two posts, I love all of you and it means a lot to me! This is just a little filler post since my goal is to post twice a day, maybe even thrice to grow my account and improve my writing. happy reading! (≧◡≦)
꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱- you guys are very comfortable with each other, e.g: he takes off his clothes around you or pisses while you’re in the room, with no shame, he doesn’t even notice he’s doing it until you mention it, the same goes for you, you can go around the house with no makeup, messy hair and a shirt paired with underwear and bare feet and he wouldn’t bat an eye, that’s just how you two are.
You and Baku had a sleepover last night, and you two may or may not have forgotten that it was a Sunday, so now here you two are, him sitting on your bed scrolling on your phone on your TikTok account, occasionally letting out a chuckle at a stupid video, already ready for school with yesterdays hoodie and basketball shorts, while you paced around the room with one of his shirts that was big enough to act as a mini dress, under the shirt, you only had on underwear, barefoot, and your toothbrush in your mouth, the foam threatening to drip down your chin as you hurriedly tried to find clothes to wear for school, Baku finally glanced up at you, scratching his head as he looked at you with that amused smirk of his “babe, we have like 5 minutes until school starts” he said it with amusement in his voice, glancing at the time on your phone just to confirm that yeah, it was in fact 5 minutes. You let out a huff at his words, before finally glancing at a decent hoodie that happened to be draped over the end of your bed, beside Baku, you quickly pulled off your current shirt, throwing it somewhere on the floor, turning your gaze to Baku, your boobs now completely visible “hey, Baku, pass me that hoodie” you said as you pointed at the hoodie, and he didn’t even glance at your upper body, his puppy dog eye gaze staying on your face, before throwing you the hoodie, and moving his gaze back to your phone and murmured a quiet “the teachers are so gonna kill us”
꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱- you’re the kind of couple that shares EVERYTHING from food, to drinks, a bed, hell, you even take his socks sometimes. I can see scenarios where if you get tired of chewing your gum or it’s lost it’s flavour and you just don’t want it anymore he’ll just take it from your mouth and start chewing on it himself.
꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱- he always makes sure you eat, if you plan to hangout with him all day be ready for him to mention food every 3 hours, he’s such a foodie and he encourages you to be too, ofcourse he’s not gonna force you to eat more than an average intake a day, but he loves snacking on things, whether it be a full meal for a family of five or 2 pieces of string cheese, and he always shares his food with you, so you’re always full to the brim whenever you’re with him.
꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱- he’s soooo big on pda, and honestly, half of the time he doesn’t even realise he’s doing it, it’s just his outgoing personality and mouth that can’t keep closer for any longer than a minute. He isn’t scared of social anxiety, social anxiety is scared of him.
You had just finished school, and since you go to a different school than Baku, your school ends later on days where Baku’s school ends earlier, you let out a huff as you walked out of the exit of the school, putting your AirPods in and expecting a peaceful walk back home, but your peace was shattered into a million pieces when even through your AirPods, you could hear a very familiar voice shouting your name like some cheesy romance kdrama, you closed your eyes for a good few seconds, and taking in a deep breath, you already knew it was your oh so loving boyfriend Baku, so you prepared yourself for his never ending energy, but when you opened your eyes again before you knew it Baku ran into you with his arms wide, pulling you into a tight and warm hug, everyone stared at you, and even though he just embarrassed you infront of your whole school, you couldn’t help the smile that spread on your lips, because how could you ever hate him when he loves you this much?
꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱- he is ALWAYS on you, he’s big on physical touch, and no matter where you are, or with who, or what your doing, he’s always touching you in some way, playing with your hair, a hand on your waist, playing with your rings, you name it, he’s probably done it before.
꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱- he’s always showing off his strength to you. Every single time he does pushups when you’re around, he’s always urging you to get on his back, and then proceeds to do like 50 pushups with you on his back with absolutely no problem.
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I loved ur baek jeong nsfw/sfw tablet sm!🥹 could you possibly make an mr moon version?
thank you sm🩷
˚₊‧꒰ა ✦ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ HAVING MR. MOON AS YOUR BOYFIE
pairing ᰔᩚ boyfriend!mr. moon x girlfriend!reader 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚
˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ oh. let me just get started here..he’s the best boyfriend you could ever ask for. sure he’s way older than you but it works. works so well. he’s soft. sweet. romantic or at least he tries to be super romantic for you. he’ll die for you basically. that’s just how he is.
˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ when you two first met it was love at first sight for him. everything about you was perfect from the way you did your hair, makeup, and wore certain outfits. he loved how kind you were and shy/or out spoken. in his mind, he had to have you. so he chased you, for weeks.
˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ randomly calls or texts during the day while he’s at work because he misses you. wants to see you. or even needs you. he’ll send cute pictures of himself working and give them cheesy captions because he can’t stop thinking about you. he takes way more pics of you two together though and has it as his wallpaper.
˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ when you’re at work with him he pulls you onto his lap and wraps his arms around your waist, keeping you close to him. he’s such a tease and loves to whisper into your ear, mostly things that get you all worked up but he loves to see your reaction.
˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ if he gets a call while you’re on his lap and you try to get up and leave, he grabs you instantly keeping you in the same spot. don’t leave just because of a call.
˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ “where do you think you’re going, hm? stay.”
˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ “you’re so pretty today. got all dressed up for me? bet you did. always want to leave work early.”
˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ protects you so well. he’s even touched up on his fighting. it’s been years since he’s served and he’s never really had to use a lot of fighting skills until just recently but he’ll do everything he can to protect you.
˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ super clingy. will touch you every chance he gets. kisses you. devours you basically… (i type baek so much that basically tuned into baekjeong help me pls) his kisses are slow at times. taking his time with you as if you’d disappear. he finds it sexy.. making out with you but as slow as possible. pulling away at times to stare at you. your lips swollen and wet. your eyes low.
˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ “we’re alone baby. don’t worry about anyone coming in. hey. just focus on me, yeah? look at me.”
˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ cooks a lot for you. if he wasn’t great at it before he’s definitely great at it now. he’ll teach himself how to do certain things all for you. cooking properly, cleaning properly, teaching himself how to treat his girl right and make her happy. it’s cheesy but he does it.
˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ his favorite position is when you ride him. he’ll be on the bench, lifting weights as usual and almost expects you to come sit on him so he can push the weights away and focus on you. grabbing ahold of your hips and keeping you on him. he loves that so much.
˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ if you ever get shy he LOVES it. makes him so sjdjidnfh he’s so obsessed with you. he’ll grab the back of your neck and force you to kiss him so you don’t have to think about being shy / embarrassed anymore.
˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ says he loves you almost every hour. that might be a little dramatic but he tells you very often. so often that you’ll never forget it. you’re his love. you’re his everything and he has to tell you at least 20 times a day. why not? he thinks it’s cute and romantic. it is!!!
˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ definitely turns on soft r&b when he’s in the mood to be super romantic with you. maybe it’s been a few rough days or even a week and he’s finally able to relax at home with you. he’ll order your favorite dessert after dinner and have you sit on his lap while he feeds you. stealing kisses in between. you taste so sweet.
˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ SO the type to hide his face in your neck and inhale your sweet scent. kisses your neck and playfully nips at the skin with his teeth. he knows you like that.
i love & want this man so badly it’s not funny AT ALL !!
ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: sfw and some nsfw headcanons for baek-jeong as your boyfriend.
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: explicit content, nsfw, other than that just sfw!
ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: this is a follow up to the other request I got, sorry for posting this so late, I was planning on posting it yesterday but I fell asleep so here it is! Also keep requesting things, very uninspired rn so ask away ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎
ᰔ Sfw:
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧- he is definitely the type to send people after anyone who does anything towards you, this was mentioned in my last fic but he would definitely order his guys to find whoever hurt you and make sure they never breathe again
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧- he takes you with him EVERYWHERE as long as it’s not dangerous, he’s working out at the gym? You’re there. He’s buying groceries? You’re there. Meeting with his guys? You’re there. He lovessss having you around.
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧- his love language is buying you everything you’ve ever dreamed of, that dress you looked at a little too long while you two were at the mall? You’re getting it as a gift next evening with a bouquet of your favourite flowers. That stupid plushie you pointed at and said that you were too old to even be glancing at it? He’s buying it for you immediately. He loves spoiling you.
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧- this is in the same category as the last one but he always buys you designer clothes, whether it be heels, dresses, skirts, tops, hoodies, hell, even sweatpants that cost a ridiculous amount for something you could easily find at a goodwill, he’s buying it for you, he wants you to know that money isn’t a problem when you’re with him.
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧- he loves providing for you, like a real man, he pays for everything, he makes food for you, he doesn’t let you work a day in your life, he’s THE dream man. He doesn’t want you lifting a single finger, and he wants you to know that you’re worth the hassle.
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧- princess treatment 24/7, tired from walking? He’s either giving you his shoes and walking barefoot just so you can feel comfortable, or he’s carrying you bridal style. Feet still hurt when you get home? He’s telling you to lay down on the bed and let him massage your feet. Can’t zip up your zipper? He’s there immediately to help you. He treats you like a queen, and in his world, you are a queen.
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧- he notices everything. He notices the smallest twitch in your brows when you’re in an uncomfortable situation, he notices the way you fidget when your nervous, and he studies you like an art piece, he wants to get to know every detail about you so you never have to tell him how you feel because he’ll already know without you having to say a word. In a more easier way explained, he knows your body language extremely well.
ᰔ Nsfw:
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧- he’s definitely the type to worship you during sex, this translates from his actions and ways of treating you outside of the bed, but he treats you like a Greek goddess, his hands are everywhere, not in a lustful way, but in a way where he wants to study your whole body and really know you inside and out, he wants sex to be intimate, not just something you guys do for a quick high.
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧- he’s the king of aftercare, he can often be rough during sex when he’s passed the worshipping part of the sex, but when you guys are done, he’s immediately at your side, cleaning you up, massaging your back if it’s sore, if he’s been really rough he’ll even prepare you both a hot bath and just hold you, making sure you know that he’s not just in this for sexual intent.
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧- hear me out, he’s definitely a spit guy, he always asks you to spit in his hand so he can spread it on his length to make everything slide better and feel nicer, and the spit strings that often happen when you guys are making out? He absolutely loves it, it turns him on A LOT.
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧- he’s big on protection, even though he loves you and definitely wouldn’t mind having a family at some point, that point is not now, considering he’s still got his illegal boxing business which can be dangerous at times, and he definitely doesn’t want your kid to ever be in danger, so if you guys don’t have protection, he’s not doing it.
