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saturnnelahy · 5 months
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𝑷𝒐𝒗: 𝑩𝒇!𝑺𝒌𝒛 𝒅𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 "5 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔" 𝒕𝒊𝒌𝒕𝒐𝒌 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔/𝒐
Hyung line:
(Maknae line part here)
Bang Chan:
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Binnie and Minho:
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Hyunjin:
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Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it 💜
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nctsworld · 3 months
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SOFT CUTIE ♡ // OUR DREAMY DAY IN THE US #1
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noonaracha · 3 months
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SKZmas HOME with Lee Know🎄🍰☕
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astraysimp · 4 months
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Future Producer
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Future Producer
◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡ Hello, hello ,hello, my lovelies! I am back with the last edition of my personal dad!skz series, finishing off with a Bahng! ( I DO have another series planned) 
ੈ♡˳Summary: Chan, ever the hardworking man he is, takes baby Bahng to the studio( or his in house studio).....um I think that’s it
ੈ♡˳Warnings: Dad! Cha, fem!reader, fluff fluff FLUFF, tiny baby and appa chan (he is no longer foive),pet names, playful teasing Chan about losing his hair , idk what else ੈ♡˳
✎ (❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) ༉‧              ♡*.✧✎ (❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) ༉‧               ♡*.✧✎ (❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) ༉‧                            ♡*.✧
You and Chan were adjusting to parenthood well. You loved it, and he did too. A baby Bahng– Haneul Rei Bahng– Chan’s proudest accomplishment. But, he missed the studio, which was why he had a studio built into your shared house.
That’s exactly where he was right now, with a tiny Haneul on his chest. At only 1 month old, she was already in the studio, though she just wanted to be with her appa. It was midafternoon, and you had woken up from a nap. Usually, you were met with Chan singing to Haneul or her crying……but, the house was quiet. Too quiet. Sitting up on your bed, you stretched and kicked your legs over the side of the bed, Chan and Haneul nowhere in sight. “Hm? Where are they?” You asked yourself, throwing one of Chan’s hoodies and slippers into a pair of slippers. You checked her nursery, no one was there. The master bathroom? Think again. So, you  wandered downstairs, singing to yourself. “ Where is my Channieeeeee? And my princesssss?” You hummed.
The kitchen. Empty. The living room? Nope. The laundry room? Still, no luck.
So, you wandered to the basement. Where the main gathering area– for game nights and movie nights to be held with his bandmates– was empty. As was the basement bedroom and half bathroom. Smiling to yourself, you saw the door to his studio closed. Softly knocking, you peeked your head in– wanting to respect his space because his studio was his safe place(other than with you). “Channie? Bubs, you in here?” You asked, as you gently pushed the door open.  He was,but he couldn’t hear you, and he was focused. Fingers clicking away on his soundboard, adjusting, rearranging and editing different sound clips. “Does that sound okay, Haneul?” You heard him whisper. She just gazed up at him, her cheek against his chest with a pacifier in her mouth. He chuckled, “Then again….you don’t know what these sounds are.” He giggled, kissing her forehead, before he adjusted her on his chest. Humming to himself, he went back to his work, writing down notes in the notebook on his desk. “Frick…..that doesn’t sound right,” he mumbled. “What if I……put it…….here.” He tapped his chin, eyes scanning over the screen, as he moved the clip to another spot and listened to the playback. “Aaaaah, yeah. Better better. Okay.” Haneul was growing sleepy, her afternoon nap time approaching. “Ooooh, is Princess Haneul tired,hhm?” He cooed, soothingly patting her back, humming a lullaby at her. “Somewhere over the rainbow.Way up high.There's a land that I heard of.Once in a lullaby,Somewhere over the rainbow.Skies are blue,” Chan sang, running a gentle finger over her cheek, as her eyes fluttered shut.
Deciding to step in, you smiled, walking over and kissing his cheek. “Hi, my love.” You whispered, sitting in your designated chair. Yes, you had a chair because you also spent a lot  of time in the studio with Chan. Slightly jumping, he smiled and pressed a kiss to your lips. “Geez scared me, baby. Didn’t see you come in,” He giggled, eyes crinkling up. “Mhm, woke up from a nap to be met with an empty house,” You pouted , leaning your chin on his shoulder. “Sorry, darling. Had a song idea, and needed to get in here.” He chuckled, still patting Haneul’s back. Smiling you nodded, nuzzling into him. “Speaking of naps, is our  baby girl asleep?” You asked, leaning down to press a soft kiss to the top of her head. Looking down to where she lay on his chest, Chan nodded. “Think so, oh she’s so cute.” He cooed, seeing his baby asleep on his chest. 
You, too, have fallen asleep in the studio . Whether it was on his lap, on the small couch or in your chair. You looked at Haneul and smiled. “She reminds me of when you fall asleep in here,” he chuckled. “Your lips all pouty and your cheek squished against the couch or chair or my chest,” he cooed at you, pinching your cheek. “Yah, don’t blame me.It’s so cozy in here, smells like you and is so warm, plus you take so long.” You giggled, sticking your tongue out at him. Shaking his head, he booped your nose. “That’s how I feel about being in your arms, so warm and cozy and you smell so good, darling.” He smiled, pecking your lips before adjusting a now sleeping Haneul. “She’s so precious. Aw, look at her little cheeks,” you cooed, finger softly running over her cheek, her hand gripping Chan’s shirt. “She is, just like her mummy.” Cha smiled at you, saving the file to his computer , and turning to you.
“Do you think she’ll be a producer in the future, darling?”
 Playfully, flicking his forehead you sighed. “No, I will not have my baby doll losing hair at the age of 25,” You pressed him. Pouting, he cuddled Haneul closer to him,”mummy is so mean, mentioning my hair, doll.” He whined, cuddling her to his chest. Giggling, you pinched his cheek. “I still love you, though, even if you are losing hair, Channie.”
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fluffystuffies · 6 months
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i love drawing the daycare attendants being actual good daycare attendants hjdfhskfj-
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anyways, more lee!moon because it's one of my favorite things hdjfhjdk-
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lookismfanfics · 1 year
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I NEED THE PART 2 OF THEM SLEEPING ON THE CHEST
Thank you all for the support! I’ll do my best 🫡
𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭
𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐.
Warnings: Fluff, jealousy, mild cursing, J*mes L**, DG spoilers
Zack • Johan • Gun • Goo • James L. • Kouji • Vin • Samuel
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𝐙𝐚𝐜𝐤
🝮 One thing you’ve learned about teenage boys since you began dating one, is that the combination of tiredness and trust is a deadly one.
🝮 You watched Zack train today. He called you to his gym, showed off, and wore himself out.
🝮 So now that you’re home, you can see his displays of fatigue more clearly.
🝮 He becomes a puppy 😩
🝮 Maybe a grumpy puppy. But his eyes are soft and warm like a protective guard dog.
🝮 You help him out of his jacket and shoes- seeing as his hands are still sore.
🝮 The cold weather has its effects- even on your moron of a boyfriend.
🝮 You push his flopping bangs out of his hair, rubbing extra lotion onto his cracking hands.
🝮 The motion of your hands rubbing against his makes his eyelids droop.
🝮 You both fall onto the couch a few minutes later.
🝮 It doesn’t take long for you to see that Zack is on the brink of falling asleep.
🝮 “Come here,” you say as you open your arms to him.
🝮 Zack’s eyes, dark and soulful, don’t betray the doubt he feels. He hesitates.
🝮 “How come?”
🝮 You shrug- ignoring the sheepishness you feel crawling at your insides.
🝮 He looks at you full of trust, like this is secretly what he wanted the whole time, and all you can do is nod understandingly. You already know.
🝮 The thing about trust is that Zack has put all of his in you, and when he’s tired, he trusts you to tend to him in his vulnerability 🤲
🝮 Soon enough Zack is leaning onto your shoulder, breathing heavily against the fabric of your hoodie.
🝮 And gradually the two of you shift, and he relaxes his cheeks into your chest.
🝮 You play with his hair— trying desperately to stay cool while he drifts off to sleep.
🝮 I’m not gonna lie to you, sometimes he drools in his sleep, so watch out
🝮 You were the one that initiated it- sort of. In the morning he wants to pay you back. 🫣
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𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐚𝐧
🝮 You’re sitting on your armchair.
🝮 And Johan is sitting across the room.
🝮 Your hands rub gently between Eden’s perky ears, spurring on his excited tail wags and tip-tappy paws.
🝮 With Eden sitting in between your feet, Miro has no choice but to jump by your legs and wag her tail.
🝮 And as you smile, whispering sweet pet-names to the dogs, Johan frowns.
🝮 “They’re not usually this excited—” You laugh, looking up to Johan
🝮 Johan: 👺
🝮 You shift in your seat, releasing the fluffy ears of Eden and directing your attention at his owner.
🝮 “Is something wrong…?” You get the feeling like it’s something stupid, but to Johan it probably won’t be.
🝮 The corners of his mouth continue to perk downward, his brows furrowing gently.
🝮 Then he stands, walking towards you, kneeling down in front of you.
🝮 You’re on the edge of your seat, staring at him blankly. Waiting for him to explain.
🝮 And then, with his dark eyes still holding your gaze, Johan leans forward and rests his cheek against your chest.
🝮 🫠🫠🫠
🝮 “Johan…?” You suppress a chuckle, watching silently as he leans further into you, wrapping his arms around your middle.
🝮 The two of you gradually relax into the arm chair. He ends up straddling your lap a bit, head still firmly placed in your chest.
🝮 You listen quietly as he falls asleep, his breaths becoming heavier and evening out.
🝮 You stroke the bangs away from his eyes, pressing your lips against his forehead as she slumbers. Soon enough you fall asleep too.
🝮 Sweet bbb. A little jealous…?
🝮 He didn’t initiate it. You didn’t either. It was Eden 🫵
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𝐆𝐮𝐧
🝮 He’s leaning forward on the edge of the couch, head sagging as he inwardly relays his day.
🝮 Your legs are wrapped around his hips, fingers pressing into his taut muscles.
🝮 “You look tired,” you mumble against the fabric of his shirt.
🝮 Jonggeon has just returned from a long day at work. His muscles are tight and sore, his hair begs to be played with after being styled for so long, his eyes are glazed and unfocused.
🝮 “You think I’m tired…? I don’t get tired.” You can hear the smirk even if you don’t see it, and you press harder into his shoulder blade.
🝮 He doesn’t flinch but he does shut up.
🝮 Your hands move to the sides of his face, cupping his porcelain cheeks that you know are secretly pudgy.
🝮 You use your fingers to stoke at the sides of his face, closing your eyes are you press against his muscular back.
🝮 “Aren’t you using that technique to help babies fall asleep?” Gun asks, turning his head towards you.
🝮 “So what if I am? Maybe that’s how I think of you…” you smile against his back, prodding his cheeks to further your teasing
🝮 He huffs indignantly, turning back to the front.
🝮 The room is cluttered- as a man’s flat should be. Except Gun’s place is usually neat- so it makes sense that the two of you are house sitting for Goo.
🝮 You feel Gun’s body getting warmer and his head sagging forward.
🝮 Gun is hot 99.9% of the time. That 1% is when he turns into a lap potato 🥔
🝮 You retract your hands away from his face, pull your legs out from his sides
🝮 “You should get some sleep,” you murmur, standing and planting a kiss on the crown of his head.
🝮 Gun grabs your wrist, “Where’re you going?” And you’re about to reply—
🝮 Wait a minute 😃 ☝️
🝮 You’re not standing anymore. You’re lying down?
🝮 Gun hovers above you, arms encasing you on either side.
🝮 You: 🐭
🝮 He can sense your embarrassment, even if you stubbornly refuse to show it. A smile appears on his face as he lowers onto your chest.
🝮 *Alarms go off in your head*
🝮 “Gun- get off-!” You try shoving this hunk away. It’s not working.
🝮 You close your eyes, willing yourself to calm down. You feel Gun’s eyelashes fluttering against your chest as he stares up at you.
🝮 His arms are still holding you to him. He’s still in control. He’s still on the verge of falling asleep-
🝮 You hear his breaths even out. You release a sigh you didn’t know you were holding in.
🝮 Now that Gun is asleep on your chest, you’re free to admire whatever part of him you can get a glimpse of. 👀
🝮 He initiated it. He knew exactly what he was doing. If he’s gonna be vulnerable he’s taking you down with him.
How did this one get so freaking long—?
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𝐆𝐨𝐨
🝮 Goofy starts reading the trophy encased in his large gloved hands, voice reaching peak emotion. And as his son Max nods to his words, the sunset cascading shades of orange and pink in the background, pride radiates from the—
🝮 “Achoo-!” a very forced sneeze.
🝮 “Goo you idiot-!” You wail, turning to him with a scowl on your face.
🝮 “Excuse me-? And anyway this movie is boring! Let’s watch something else!”
🝮 Your frown deepens and you smack his hand away from the TV Remote. If you have any say, you two are going to finish An Extremely Goofy Movie.
🝮 But beside you, your goofy- Goo- is pouting like a baby.
🝮 As the movie continues you watch him in silence through the corner of your eye. You watch him stifle a yawn. Rub his eyes with his busted hands. Mumble about his sore neck.
🝮 You frown. It’s easy to recognize that his boredom has made him tired.
🝮 At first you just ignore him and let him be… at least until the end credits start rolling on the screen.
🝮 Your heart flutters as Goo reaches out for your thigh, crawling over you and resting his head on your legs.
🝮 You laugh, staring at the obnoxious expression on his face, “What if I was tired? How am I supposed to fall asleep?”
🝮 He lets out a gasp and frowns, stroking your arm lazily with his finger.
🝮 His expression remains the same… (° v °)
🝮 “How abo-o-u-ut… we b-o-t-h lay down, huh?” He asks slowly, dragging out the syllables
🝮 “Lemme turn on another movie first-” you mutter, leaning across his lean form to grab the remote. Beneath you Goo squirms.
🝮 Your finger barely presses the button before he snatches the remote out of your hands.
🝮 “Kim-!” You hiss irritably.
🝮 He ignores you (of course) and knocks you beside him on the couch.
🝮 “Shh, I got a good movie in mind-!”
🝮 Goo is laying with his back against the couch, surprisingly muscular arms wrapped around your waist.
🝮 You both face the TV screen; your head rests on a decorative pillow; his head lays on your chest.
🝮 By now you’re used to cuddling. Even if you’re not the biggest fan, Goo certainly is.
🝮 So when Newt dies and you’re the only one crying, you have to pause The Death Cure to glare at the man resting on your boobs.
🝮 Goo is sound asleep, rhythmic breaths ruffling your shirt. He looks calm for once.
🝮 Goo: 😴
🝮 You: 👺
🝮 He initiated it— and in return for falling asleep was banned from kissing you for the day.
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𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐋𝐞𝐞
🝮 Today has been a long… long day.
🝮 You heard about the increased vocal training James had been undertaking…. And a little birdie also noted that he was more than good
🝮 You weren’t sure what to expect, really.
🝮 When you arrived at his newly furnished flat, you found him staring at the fish tank.
🝮 His hair looked neater. His eyes looked dull.
🝮 He looked incredibly tired, incredibly handsome, and made you feel incredibly unhappy.
🝮 “Hey Ja— Diego. What’s with the soft boy look?” You try quietly, smiling as you lug the groceries into the kitchen.
🝮 He remained stationary at the fish tank, shoving his hands into his pockets.
🝮 You: 🧍
🝮 He shrugged his shoulders, turning his angular face towards you lazily, “It’s my new face. If you got a problem with it then too bad.”
🝮 You shake your head slowly, releasing a heavy sigh.
🝮 You knew this transition would be… hard.
🝮 Especially now that your boyfriend was realizing just how much he would have to change to fit into his new persona.
🝮 And even if he agreed to it and claimed it was for the best, you couldn’t help but feel a little irritated.
🝮 What happened to that wolffish boy? The legend of the first generation? The boy who had winked at you when he had just pummeled your would-be-assaulters as though they were nothing but animals
🝮 James Lee was being restrained. Limited in this new form of himself- Diego. A K-Pop idol.
🝮 That’s not to say he didn’t look handsome, or still act like his charming self. He did. But his previous ferocity was extinguished… and it was leaving him feeling empty.
🝮 “You look nice,” you say, opening the fridge with the milk carton in hand. “It’s just different.”
🝮 “This was supposed to make me look hotter. Do I not look hot to you?”
🝮 You try to hide your smile. That’s a trick that won’t work on you. Whatever he’s doing will not seduce you.
🝮 You turn. And sure enough there he is.
🝮 Yeah. He does look hot. With his gently molded muscles flexing as he leans onto the kitchen counter, bangs curtaining his aristocratic face.
🝮 You thought James was handsome before. But this sealed the deal.
🝮 “Uh huh, whatever you say DG,” You turn away with a smirk. “Looks like someone needs a nap though~”
🝮 In the reflection of the shiny new stove you can make out his hand reaching for his eyes, rubbing tenderly beneath them on his dark circles.
🝮 “It looks that obvious?” “Only to me, babe.”
🝮 You walk over to the large, luxurious couch. You’re still getting used to being around all this fancy furniture.
🝮 The black leather sinks into your weight as you sprawl across the length of the couch, resting your back against the arm.
🝮 James trails behind you, laying next to you and wrapping his arm around your shoulders.
🝮 “Nuh uh…” you adjust, shoving him down. “None of that alpha male crap or whatever. Go to sleep.”
🝮 DG rests his head on your chest, looking up at you with watchful, dark eyes.
🝮 You play with his tufts of tamed pastel hair, smiling as he relaxes into your touch.
🝮 This is the result of years of trust stacking up. This is the result of James humbling himself and admitting he had caught feelings. You weren’t just another string attached to the whole conquering sham. You were his (Y/N).
🝮 His eyelids fluttered shut, long eyelashes resting against his soft pale cheeks. His breathing evened out, and James was officially asleep.
🝮 You smiled, leaning your head back onto the pillow. He was still just James.
🝮 You initiated it… but this wasn’t the first time.
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𝐊𝐨𝐮𝐣𝐢
🝮 You never expected it to be such a mess.
🝮 Sure, you weren’t envisioning a neat, Candy-wrapper free environment that mirrored a magazine master bedroom, but still…
🝮 “Kouji… how can you live like this?”
🝮 You catch a glimpse of his cheeks flaring red.
🝮 “It’s not that messy. Don’t complain if I’m gonna be doing the actual job, otherwise I won’t do it.”
🝮 You nod to yourself, watching him flop onto his bed with his laptop.
🝮 He vaguely gestured for you to sit down, and you do so.
🝮 And then for the next hour or so, all you do is watch his purple head bounce up and down as he works his computer magic.
🝮 You: 😶
🝮 Kouji: 😪
🝮 By now the two of you have your backs to the wall. You’re actually leaning against it.
🝮 You watch wordlessly as his body slowly reclines backwards. His hands rub at his eyes more frequently.
🝮 His usual factual mutterings turn into nothing but incomprehensible gibberish
🝮 Those pudgy, mochi cheeks that drive you crazy are finally resting against your shoulder.
🝮 You try not to smirk— seeing as the arrogant genius is now out-of-his-wits and asleep on your shoulder.
🝮 And then as the two of you slide downwards, you begin to relax. After all, you and him have gotten pretty close-
🝮 Those baby-pudge cheeks make you want to melt.
🝮 Especially now that they’re on your chest—
🝮 🚨 🚨 🚨
🝮 “KOUJI WAKE UP!”
🝮 “H-Huh? What? JEEZ GET AWAY FROM ME!”
🝮 It was an accident. It was awkward. Maybe he banned you from his room? Or maybe it turned into a make-out session, who knows.
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𝐕𝐢𝐧 𝐉𝐢𝐧
🝮 You don’t normally spend your weekends in his living room, surrounded by piles of snacks he doesn’t want to share.
🝮 Yet here you are.
🝮 Up until now, you and Vin haven’t hung out without Mary.
♕ Mary insisted she was sick today. And couldn't make it. 🙄
🝮 It was a load of bull. But whatever.
🝮 “Well what am I supposed to eat?” you snap.
🝮 He ignores you, but you continue: “You’re taking all the good snacks bro. I can’t survive on the crumbs- I’m growing to—”
🝮 Another obnoxious crunch.
🝮 Vin pulls his hand out of the bag, extending one measly puffy Cheeto.
🝮 “Here. Now shut up so I can focus.”
🝮 “Focus on what? Growing your overinflated ego? Just give me an actual snack.”
🝮 He has an entire hoard of chip bags surrounding him- as well as some pocky sticks and instant ramen that you know he’s hiding from you.
🝮 Vin looks up in your direction, his expression one of clear irritation.
🝮 “You aren’t even trying to write your song!” He grumbles, crunching on another Cheeto and crumbling up the now-empty bag.
🝮 You rub your temples, turning towards your music draft.
🝮 “I can’t focus with all your crunching. I need my own snack.”
🝮 “Why are you so hungry?” He asks, pencil scratching roughly on his paper.
🝮 You watch his side profile wordlessly. The seven-times-tinted sunglasses and swoop of bangs are sure to block his view…
🝮 You’re desperately hungry. Won’t someone give you something to eat~♫
🝮 You reach for the nearest back of Potato Chips, sliding the bag over to yourself as quietly as you can.
🝮 To your surprise; delight; shock; amazement; Vin doesn’t notice at all.
🝮 And then you try opening the bag-
🝮 “The hell?! You mother-“
🝮 Vin is grabbing your waist and you’re kicking at his abs.
🝮 “VinJin you jerk-!”
🝮 “(Y/N) you ass!”
🝮 “Potty-mouthed idiot-“ you roll on top of him, arms straining to hold out as you clasp hands with his larger ones.
🝮 “Snarky— perverted—” He grunts, his hands encasing yours as you two wrestle onto the couch
🝮 “You really fighting me, you coward?” You grit your teeth, kicking at his shins until he gives and falls onto the sofa.
🝮 You both pant, out of breath, until Vin flips on top of you-
🝮 “You started it!” He growls.
🝮 You refuse to look at him, especially now that you’re realizing he can be somewhat attractive…
🝮 His hands are still clasped firmly onto your own, and his brows are still knitted together angrily. “What? Are you mad at me for winning? Cmon, don’t ignore me… jeez you’re as annoying as Mary… (Y/N) come on—”
🝮 He’s about to flop his head into your chest.
🝮 You’re about to shove him into your chest to make him shut up.
🝮 His head is slammed onto your chest, and neither of you can find the words to complain.
🝮 And so it works out… and now the two of you are calming down. Actually… it’s getting a little too calm.
🝮 You open your heavy eyelids, glancing down at Vin. Sure enough, he’s asleep. And you feel the biggest urge to push him off the couch— but somehow you have the feeling that you shouldn’t ruin this moment.
🝮 Hell it was weird. You both initiated it…?!
🝮 This one is also freaking long… oopsies. Y’all got spoiled 💅
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𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐞𝐥
🝮 When you’re dating someone as sadistic as Samuel, who’s alliance seems to always be jumping from one person to the next, and who’s mental stability relies heavily on how he lives up to his own standards, then you’re sure to experience the wipeout days.
🝮 The sort of days where the old person is gone, and he’s replaced by an empty shell of himself.
🝮 For Samuel- today is one of those days.
🝮 You sit on the modern lounge chair that overlooks the city below, feeling comfortable despite your usual fear of heights.
🝮 (If you aren’t afraid of heights then shut up and pretend because you are now 🤡)
🝮 Your legs are crossed, your laptop rests on your thighs, and you listen attentively to the streamer you’re watching.
🝮 Samuel stands by the window with his back to you.
🝮 Every now and then you glance up at him worriedly
🝮 He’s not normally this quiet around you… or so tame. Normally it’s a war zone of snarky and perverted remarks.
🝮 “Samuel…?”
🝮 He turns to you slightly, defined jawline taut and tempting. You see his eyebrows draw together tightly and his lips purse.
🝮 “Hmm?” he hums from deep within his throat.
🝮 “You okay? You seem kinda tense.”
🝮 He turns to you, and then you can see it.
🝮 The depressed, empty shell of your normally sharp-witted boyfriend.
🝮 You can see past his sterile gaze: a glint of short-temperedness in his eyes. The frown on your face continues to deepen.
🝮 “I’m fine. Thank you for being so thoughtful,” he smiles rigidly.
🝮 “What’s with you?” You ask as you set aside your computer, giving him the attention he deserves.
🝮 He shrugs his shoulders as he approaches your open arms, kneeling in front of you.
🝮 You slide out of the chair and sit on the floor with him. “Come on Sammy…”
🝮 And then you’re both laying on the floor, and his powerful form is suddenly vulnerable now that he’s wrapped in your arms.
🝮 You stroke his hair, combing beneath the buzz cut and into his thick roots, calming both him and yourself down.
🝮 His cheek rests on your chest, and he smirks up at you every now and then.
🝮 When he feels in the mood again, it’s sexy time and he’ll die before you find him in this position. But for now he feels comfortable… so he’s going to stay like this.
🝮 That angular face of his is pressed into your breast, and you can’t help but feel a little hot at the thought.
🝮 “Let’s just fall asleep right here.”
🝮 That’s exactly what you did.
🝮 You initiated it— since you’ve done it before. But it doesn’t happen often- so treasure his vulnerable side while you can 😩
🝮 Also I know his character design is just for sex-appeal…. But come on guys he needs more fluff content 🥺
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heeseunq · 7 months
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karaoke night 🎤🐹
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sleepysheepytea · 7 months
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*a bit spicier than i normally go, pls be careful!!*
ok so i dont rly care much about genshin anymore but,,,,, oh my
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hello i have a giant crush on him
also welcome back to fluffi cant draw men
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bia-wayne-west · 2 months
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Boyfriend — Hwang Hyunjin X Reader
Summary: You are one of JYP Entertainment's makeup artists and are in a secret relationship with Hwang Hyunjin.
Warnings: Fluffy, a little smut, hot, secret dating.
A/N: This is my first k-pop imagine, I hope it's good. Remembering that I'm Brazilian and I don't speak fluent English, so please forgive any writing errors you find.
Request are open
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I ran towards JYP's door, knowing I was late. My alarm clock didn't go off, and I had to take a taxi to avoid being too late.
I wished good morning to the security guard, who let me through with a smile on his face. He was really nice, and even offered to help me carry my heavy backpacks when I needed to take makeup and brushes to the car.
She had been working for JYP for three years, being the makeup artist for a single group during that time. I was assigned to Stray Kids from the first day, and I was very well received by everyone.
The boys are always very kind, and include you in conversations, they don't treat you like a robot but like another human being. I also go on tour with them, so everyone's makeup looks perfect for any occasion.
It was during one of the trips that what no one expected happened. During one night of the show, it was very cold and I hadn't brought any coat. Furthermore, I really missed my family who lived in another country. When I least expected it, Hyunjin appeared, offering me his sweater.
He sat next to me, on the floor, and started talking to me. We had already had interactions together, but this was the first time I was alone with him.
After the show, I received a turkey breast sandwich from one of the staff, with his cell phone number. We started talking a lot.
It didn't take long for Hyunjin invited me on a date, and I thought a lot before accepting. That was four months ago, and we've been dating ever since.
It's extremely confusing to date an idol, especially when you work for their company. We cannot be together in public, nor show feelings around the staff.
If anyone found out, I would be fired, and if our relationship became public, Hyunjin could be kicked out of Stray Kids.
“How are you, Y/N?” Felix said, sitting in the high chair in the makeup room. He had clips in his hair, while Hani, my professional colleague, applied foundation to his face. “Did you wake up very late?”
“My alarm clock’s fault.” I said, throwing my bag on one of the dressers. I sanitized my hand with some alcohol gel and read my schedule for the day.
I should do makeup on Changbin and Lee MinHo, and then I should only be available in case one of them needs to touch up their foundation or powder.
“Good morning, Changbin.” I said, pulling out the chair for the man to sit down. He laughed, sitting down and starting to scroll through his smartphone. “What is today's event?” I asked.
“Let's take photos for our new album, and then we can leave.” He explained.
“So, I will apply more natural makeup on you , okay?” I said, and he nodded, agreeing. I did the makeup, and after that, I met with MinHo, who talked the whole time.
After that, I sat at one of the tables in the break room, waiting for someone to need me. I bought a coffee from one of the vending machines, so my tiredness would disappear.
“Unnie?” Hani called me, with her hands crossed behind her back and a grimace on her face. “Can you do me a favour?”
“Yes.” I said, throwing the disposable cup in the trash. “What do you need me to do?”
“Can you help one of the boys in my place?” She asked. “I have to leave early today, and EunHee told me that I could only go if I finished my work.”
“Who's the last boy you have to put makeup on?”
“Hyunjin.” She said.
“Of course, I can do his makeup for you.” I said, with a small smile on my face, almost imperceptible.
“Thank you, Y/N, you are an angel.” She thanked, bowing and leaving celebrating. “I'll take you to barbecue tomorrow, as thanks.” Hani shouted at me, making me laugh.
I went to the makeup room, seeing that most of the group members were no longer present. Hyunjin was already sitting in the chair, and Felix was waiting for the hairdresser to finish fixing his hair.
“Hi.” I whispered to my boyfriend, seeing him smile when he saw me.
“Hello, jagiya.” He said, also in a low tone. “I almost celebrated when Hani told me she would ask you to do my makeup instead of her.”
The brunette threw his head back, with a wide smile. He had his hair tied up and his face clean.
“Oppa, how do you want your makeup?” I wanted to know. It was bold to be so intimate with him, but Felix knew about our relationship, as did the rest of Stray Kids, and they kept it quiet.
“Do what you think is best, beautiful.” He murmured close to me, emphasizing the final sentence. “I trust you."
“You shouldn't trust me." I commented, taking a little of the foundation of his tone and depositing it on the acrylic plate. I chose one of the sponges, starting to apply the product to his soft skin. “I could do ridiculous makeup on you.”
“It would still be good, because you made it.” He argued, making me laugh.
“Oppa, you are so cheesy.” I spoke, a little louder than I should have , attracting Felix's attention, who looked at us, laughing.
He looked at his friend, seeing that Felix was making fun of us. Hyunjin rolled his eyes, looking back at me.
“When we finish the photos, we will have the day free.” He said. “I want you to go to my apartment.” Hyunjin suggested.
“I have to finish organizing the product counter.” I explained. “ can't go today.” I whispered, looking for concealer in the drawers.
“You do this every day, and the other makeup artists take advantage of it.” He said. “No one will die if you don't wash your brushes or store your foundations. Other makeup artists never do this, they leave all the work to you. This is not just your obligation.”
“Oppa, But what if my boss gives me a warning?”
“Stop worrying, Y/N. The other staff have to clean up their own mess, instead of waiting for you to clean it up.” Hyunjin raised his eyes, looking at the ceiling as I applied concealer to his dark circles, which were barely visible. “Let's go to my apartment, I have a surprise for you.”
“It's okay, Hyunjin.”I whispered, bringing my face closer to his. “I'll come to your apartment as soon as I can leave.”
He smiled broadly.
“You won't regret it, jagiya.”
I finished the makeup, applying small layers of lip tint to his lips. I forced myself not to give him a kiss, seeing him smile at me, almost guessing my thoughts.
“Thank you, Y/N.” He thanked me, getting up from the chair and looking at me. He walked past me and sat on the couch next to Felix, starting an animated conversation with his friend.
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After saying goodbye to my colleagues, I requested a taxi through the app, entering the address of the building where Hyunjin lived. It wasn't too far from the company, but it would take a long time if I walked.
I didn't have time to touch up my makeup, so I took advantage of my time in the elevator to reapply my lipstick and blush.
His apartment was on the fifteenth floor, and had an electronic door lock. Even though we had only been dating for a few months, Hyunjin told me what the password was. After entering the code, I opened the door.
The light in the living room was on, and when I entered the room, I heard the sound of water coming from the master bedroom, indicating that he was taking a shower.
“My love?” I called him, closing the door and walking to the suite bathroom. “I already arrived.”
“Honey?” He asked, and as soon as I confirmed, I heard the sound of the shower turning off. After a few seconds, the door opened, revealing my boyfriend, with wet hair and underwear.
He had a white towel in his hands, and started to dry his hair, while I sat on his bed, watching him walk around the room. Hwang went to the closet, coming back with sweatpants and a white t”shirt.
“Come closer.” He pulled me by the hand, making me stand up. I was inches away from his body.
Hyunjin closed the distance between us, pressing his soft lips against mine. My hands went towards his neck. He was a little taller than me, meaning I had to stand on tiptoe to reach him.
His mouth was wet and sweet, with the minty breath of someone who had just taken a shower. My boyfriend's left hand reached my hip, while his right went towards my face, caressing me.
I started running my fingers through his soft hair, the soft, wonderful smell of the shampoo. Hyunjin's perfume had a woody tone, with the soft scent of roses and a slightly discreet refreshment. It looked like paradise.
Reluctantly, he turned away from me, with a wide smile that made his eyes close.
“I have something for you.” He announced, pulling me into the living room. Hyunjin told me to sit down, while he went to his small painting studio, returning with a painting in hand. “I did something, and I think it might please you.” The idol smiled, shyly, handing me the painting.
It was packaged, with grass green wrapping paper and a small bow. He waited anxiously, watching me open the package.
As soon as I took out the paper, I let out a surprised sigh.
It was me.
He had painted me. Made my portrait.
It was a prettier version of me, much more beautiful than I saw myself in the mirror. Hyunjin painted me with a smile on my face, and without lipstick or eye shadow. It was so beautiful I almost couldn't stop looking at it.
“Happy four month anniversary together.” He said, making a shy face, seeming to fear that I wouldn't like the gift.
“Hyunjin...” I tried to say, but I couldn't stop admiring the beautiful way my boyfriend saw me. “ It's so beautiful...” I said, in a whisper.
“Did you like it?” He wanted to know.
“I loved.” I confessed, smiling. I placed the painting carefully on the couch, and stood up, facing my boyfriend. “But I didn't buy you anything, sorry...”
I bit my lip, feeling ashamed that I had forgotten that today was our anniversary.
“I don't need any gifts, Y/N.” He said. “You are my greatest and best gift.”
I laughed, throwing my head back.
“I’? really sorry, love.” I said, running her hand over his face.
Hyunjin held my hand, leading me to the kitchen.
“Stop it, I told you I don’t need anything.” The rapper said. I sat in the chair, watching him take dishes from the fridge. I offered help, but he refused. “The surprise is not over yet.”
“Do you have one more surprise for me?” I asked when I smelled the tasty aroma coming from the dishes.
“I cooked for you.” He announced, taking the lid off the container and showing me the food he had prepared. “Tteokbokki!” He said, proudly.
“You did that?” I asked, surprised.
He smiled, grabbing clean dishes from the cupboard. Hwang also placed two glasses and glasses on the table.
“I wanted to do something special for you, darling.” He said. “I always go to your house and eat the food you make, so I wanted to give back.”
I smiled at him, helping myself to a portion of the meal. My boyfriend also bought bottles of Soju and some wine. Because he was the oldest, he insisted on serving me the drink.
“Thanks.” II thanked him. “Everything is perfect, Hyunjin.”
I ate the first spoonful, tasting the food. He also tasted it, making a small face, usual when he liked something.
“It's so good.” I spoke.
The rapper and I finished eating, and even though I offered to wash the dishes, he forbid me from going near the sink. The brunette invited me to see a horror movie.
I sat down on the soft sofa, right next to him. Hyunjin began the horror film, adjusting himself on the upholstery. I rested my head on his shoulder, feeling the idol's hand slide over my shoulder, caressing me.
We hugged for most of the movie, until he put his hand on my thigh. It was an innocent gesture, but the hair on my body stood up, and I bit my lip, deciding to stop the movie.
I pulled the rapper by the neck, making him turn towards me. I kissed him very cheerfully. He returned the gesture, taking his hand off my thigh and placing it on my face.
In a bold move, I lay down on the couch, pulling him on top of me. Hyunjin wasn't heavy, but he still stayed on his knees so he didn't put all his weight on me.
The kiss continued, and the man let his mouth roam my face, distributing kisses until he reached my neck. I wore a black tank top, which left him free to leave me with several hickeys.
I took my hand to the hem of his shirt, letting it penetrate the fabric, feeling his slim abdomen. I felt him get goosebumps from my touch, and I gave a cheeky smile when I saw that Hyunjin kissed my breasts.
Suddenly, he stopped, sitting on the sofa and taking off his t”shirt, leaving just his pants on. I smiled when I saw the red marks I had left on his skin, probably my neck was equally marked.
“We're going to miss the end of the movie.” He said, laughing.
“We can see it again tomorrow.” I spoke. “However, we would lose the ending the same way.”
The brunette came back on top of me, taking his hands to the hem of my blouse, asking permission with his eyes. I nodded, biting my lip and stretching my arms to help him with the task of getting me naked.
Hyunjin unbuttoned my dark wash jeans, and pulled them off, throwing them on the living room floor. The man looked at me, seeing that I was wearing a burgundy lingerie set.
“You are beautiful.” He said.
I smiled.
“You too, Hyun.” I said, pulling him again so that he was on top of me.
The idol's mouth went straight towards my breasts, which were still covered by the bra. I let out a low moan, caressing the back of his neck.
Hyunjin continued moving down with his lips, placing kisses down my abdomen, and stopping at my panties. He sent me a smile. To my surprise, he came towards my lips again, kissing me.
I reciprocated, letting the rapper's tongue enter my mouth.
My nails made small welts on the man's pale back, who sighed at the sensation.
“I love you.” He confessed, between the kiss.
“I love you.” I said, feeling his hand go down my body, stopping at my panties. The feeling was wonderful, and he looked at me, as if asking if he could continue with the touches. If I think, I kissed him again, authorizing Hyunjin to do whatever he wanted with my body.
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gaybananabread · 5 months
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Hi!!! 💖 If 21 isn’t filled yet for tickletober, do you think you could do ler Asmodeus and lee Fizzarolli from Helluva Boss? The new episode has me craving for some tickle content for them they’re so cute!! Hope you’re well and take all the time you need. 💖
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TickleTober Day 21 - New Discovery
Writing this one made me happy. I dunno what it was, but writing the scrunkles just boosted my happy brain chems. I know I’ve been squeaking these in at like 11:50 something at night, but I actually paced myself this week and loved getting this out! Hopefully you like reading this as much as I did writing it. Enjoy!
Lee: Fizzarolli
Ler: Asmodeus
Summary: After a shitty day, Fizz is more than ready for some love from his partner. Ozzie is happy to help, though he does it in his own silly way. After all, what's love without some laughter?
Warnings: swearing (obviously), implied murder (don't worry, they deserve it)! This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!!
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Hell's worst kept secret…
Not wrong, but the title still pissed the pair off. Ever since the kidnapping incident, they had been a bit more open with their relationship. They obviously weren't announcing it; all of Hell didn't need to know that Ozzie and an Imp were together. But around the factory and his quarters, the fruits were showing more PDA and less shitty excuses when they were caught. 
The workers knew better than to say anything.
Still, the occasional whisper or snide comment outside of Asmodeus's safe zone got the jester's blood boiling. Especially when they were about his man.
"Did you hear about Asmodeus and that little imp? Man, what a way to fall. Never thought the embodiment of Lust would do that to himself." The second demon nodded, smirking. "Oh, Fizzer-something? Yeah, a big rooster and a clown. Sounds like the plot of a shitty porno." "Heh, they kinda are!"
Oho, Fizz wanted to rip their throats out and shove them so far up their-
Whooo-kay. Deep breaths, deep breaths. He promised Asmodeus that he wouldn't let small-minded loudmouths get to him, especially sinners. But they so deserved it, and he was just a few feet away…
They just had to keep talking, though. "And hey, he didn't even pick a working one! The thing's defective! Robotic limbs and shit. Dude really needs higher standards."
That was it. The jester turned, running at them with nothing but rage and hate in his eyes. The dumb fuckheads barely had time to begin a plea before Fizz went to town.
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When his Fizzie got home, Ozzie immediately knew something was wrong. His partner’s colorful clothes were coated with black blood. The sin hurried over to him, surveying the imp for injuries before scooping him up into his arms. “Fizzie, babe, what happened?”
Asmodeus’s voice radiated concern, comfort and love for the jester. Fizzarolli couldn’t have gotten any luckier when him and the demon connected for the first time. Or the second. Or the many, many times after that. Eh, who needs labels?
“Some…assholes, spewing shit about you and me. I tried, but…they needed a lesson on how to shut up.” One of the robotic arms was damaged in his fit of rage. Apparently the loudmouthed sinners had a bit of fight in them. Fizz still disposed of the garbage; he just got a bit messy.
Ozzie sighed, nuzzling his feathery head against Fizz’s smooth skin. “Froggie, I love that you wanna defend me, but it’s not worth you getting hurt. I’d take all the shit-talk Hell has to offer if it meant you’d be okay.”
So mushy… The imp rolled his eyes, secretly melting inside at the sweet words. “Alright, alright, I get it. No more fighting over your honor. Tell Hallmark the message worked.”
Then he did Fizzarolli’s most favorite thing ever. He laughed, a deep snort kicking off the rumbling chuckles. Fizz laid his head on Ozzie’s chest, feeling the vibrations and listening to the short burst of amusement. The sin stood, sighing out a final huff before carrying his partner to their bed. It was the only one big enough for Asmodeus, let alone Fizz, to fit. 
Following their pattern, Ozzie removed his elaborate suit, slipping on his robe instead. He then helped the jester peel away the blood-stained outfit, quickly drawing a bath for him. They were at the point where it was just second nature; one of them has a bad day, they get a warm bath, cuddles and shitty RomComs until they fall asleep. That day was Fizz’s day to be pampered.
After some calming back rubs in a nice bath, all blood was clean and the imp was feeling a bit better. Ozzie got him a new arm, making sure to give him little forehead kisses as he worked. Finally, they were ready to lay down.
Surprising no one, Ozzie was the big spoon. He hugged Fizz close under the covers, rubbing his back soothingly. The Lust ring’s RomCom channel played distantly on the TV.  It was barely a minute before the jester was dozing off. The sin’s touch softened, absentmindedly wandering across Fizzarolli’s bare skin. 
His feathery fingers eventually made their way to the imp’s sides. Fizz was drawn from his sleepy stupor by an unexpected buzzing along his side. A feeling he hadn’t felt in quite some time. He squirmed a bit, feeling the fingers go back to his back. The moment he settled back down, however, they returned. 
A quick glance at Ozzie’s dreamy expression told him that the sin wasn’t doing it on purpose. The rooster just thought he was giving him soft affections. Sighing, Fizz squirmed again, adjusting himself so the tracing was closer to his lower back. That was apparently a big mistake.
The moment one of the feathery fingers brushed his back, he squeaked, flinching away from the touch. Asmodeus immediately went into Mother Hen mode, lightning his touch and looking for injuries. “Fizzarolli, why didn’t you tell me you hurt yourself? Back injuries are serious!”
Ugh, why did he have to care so much? “I-I didn’t…” The lighter touch was somehow worse, sending a flurry of butterflies to attack his stomach. Fizz’s tail twitched, trying to wag; he made sure to force it still. Unfortunately for him, that also meant he took a small amount of focus off his verbal reactions. The smallest, teensiest little giggle slipped past his lips. Ozzie immediately stilled his fingers; as a sin, he easily heard the noise. Then something clicked.
“Froggie…are you ticklish?” Shit…Fizz tried to run, a burst of adrenaline pulling him from the sleepy peace. Ozzie was on him before he could move an inch. The little imp didn’t stand a chance.
“W-wait! Ozz, don’t you fucking dare!” His robotic arms wrapped around the sin’s body, trying to push him off. That was nearly impossible, as Asmodeus was over four times his size and much stronger than the prosthetics. Still, he could only try. 
The rooster smirked, his demeanor doing a complete 180. Ozzie went from concerned and soft to playful and smug in seconds; it was almost scary how fast he could switch like that. “Oooh, babe, I definitely fucking do~”
Before he could get another protest out, ten feathered fingers attacked his torso. Five running along his back, five snaking around to his stomach. In seconds, small giggles slipped past his lips, a blush tinting his scarred cheeks. “N-nohoho! Ohohozzie you dihihick!”
“I know it’s one of your favorite features, but let’s leave my dick out of this.” Stupid, cheesy words; it was unfair how blushy they made him. Fizz tried to wiggle away, but even with his insane flexibility, Ozzie’s strong arms kept him trapped.
He twisted and kicked, his limbs swinging and flailing as he tried to escape. He didn’t fully mind the tickling, but Fizz had an image to protect. The amazing, alluring, ass-kicking Fizzarolli couldn’t be seen getting reduced to a giggly puddle; even if nobody was watching but his boyfriend.
“Tickle tickle tickle, Fizzie~” He just had to tease… If there was one thing that killed Fizz, it was Ozzie’s silly teases. Normally, they were just flustering. Those teases, though; they drove him nuts. “Shuhut the fuhuhuck uhuhup!”
Ozzie loved the sight of his squirmy boyfriend. The genuine laughter, happy smile, vibrant blushes and adorable noises warmed his loving heart. He genuinely couldn’t be happier than when he was with his Fizzie Frog; especially when the imp was all giggly like that. “Awww, babe, I’m just tryna cheer you up! Are you not feelin’ just a teeny bit better?”
Okay, that wasn’t fair. He was definitely feeling better than when he arrived, but that wasn’t totally because of the tickling. Being around Asmodeus, as evil as he was, immediately boosted his mood. “Thihis- ihit’s nohot fahahair! Youhuhu suhuhuck!”
“Only for you, Fizz~” Just to be evil, Asmodeus fluttered his fingers on the jester’s hips. FIzz squealed, his arms swinging to try and grab Ozzie’s hands. Oh, that asshole! “SH-SHIHIHIT! AHASMODEHEHEUS! NAHAT THEHERE!” 
Ozzie chuckled, loving the high-pitched cackles from his partner. “But right there is my favorite! C’mon babe, you gotta admit that this is pretty cute.” Fizz groaned through his laughter, thrashing under the sin’s tickly assault. His robotic appendages were no help, merely bouncing off the sin’s feathered skin instead of actually deterring him. 
“NOHO IHIHI”M NAHAT! OHOZZIEHEHEEEE!” Fizz could feel his tail wagging, the tip making a gentle thump against the sheets. At least the rooster wasn’t teasing him about that. “Ooh, Fizzie, your tail’s wagging. Are you enjoying yourself?” Spoke too soon…
Seeing that he was working his partner up a bit too much, he moved away from the imp’s hips, deciding to focus on Fizz’s neck instead. “Alright, alright. I won’t kill you, Fizzie babe.”
“F-fuhuckin’ feehels like ihihit!” Fizz whined, his laughter dying down to squeaky giggles. He turned his head, burying his face in the pillowy mattress. The muffled giggles only made him cuter, in Ozzie’s opinion. He leaned his head down, peppering the jester’s face with light kisses. Fizz scrunched up his shoulders, both loving and hating how the ticklish kisses made him melt. “Bahahahaaaabe!”
Ozzie chuckled, basking in the way his boyfriend reacted to the silly affections. The faces in his hair were smiling wide, portraying his obvious adoration and love. So fucking cute…
It was almost comical, the way the large sin cuddled up to the smaller imp. The love they shared was like no other; based on good communication, mutual respect and pure affection, it was about as healthy as you could get. Sure, they weren’t officially public, but nobody else needed to know about them for it to be wonderful. Especially in the cutesy moments like those.
As much as Fizzarolli loved the attention, he was wearing out. Dealing with the dicks from that morning, combined with the goofy fun, had him pretty drained. “Ohozziehehe! Plehease, noho mohohore!” 
And just like that, it was over. Asmodeus respected boundaries more than any other creature in hell; the moment Fizz wanted him to stop, he would, no questions asked. He did, however, pull the imp against his chest, rubbing small circles into his back to help calm him down. The sin’s voice was soft once again, save for a teasing edge. “Easy, babe. You okay? I didn’t go too far, did I?”
Fizz took a few deep breaths, getting out the last few giggles as he snuggled against his man. “Uhum…no, you’re good. But *damn*, did you have to go for my hips?” Ozzie snorted, nuzzling his head against the imp’s. “You know I did. It’s adorable, how can I not?”
He held Fizz tight, flipping them over so the jester was laying on his chest. It was their favorite way to sleep; Fizz could feel the warmth of his boyfriend, and Ozzie could sleep peacefully, knowing his partner was safe while he was with him. Fizzie grumbled, but didn’t protest the movement. He was tired, and he couldn’t deny that the sin’s chest was rather comfortable.
The covers were pulled over the pair, concealing almost all of Fizz’s body. His concealing hat was removed, placed on its holder for the night. It was nice, affectionate and calm; just the way the pair liked it. They drifted off, the small yet happy smile never leaving the imp’s face.
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saturnnelahy · 5 months
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𝑷𝑶𝑽: 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑬𝒖𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒂 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑩𝒇𝒇!𝑺𝑲𝒁
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I hope you like it, sorry for any mistakes💜 Should I do the maknae line part?
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curi0us-gh0st · 4 months
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Seasons (Bada Lee)
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pairings: Bada Lee x Fem!Reader
word count: 1.887
genre: fluffy, angst
summary: You think there are no feelings in your relationship with Bada, because you are distant, but you are completely mistaken.
warnings: nothing too big, insecure reader, distancing yourself, crying, I think that’s all? [no review]
a/n: Yes, I just wrote this and god, I've had this in my head for a long time, ignore the mistakes and if it's too confusing.
Your relationship was something you loved, especially because of the person you were with. The beginning was so magical and the chemistry you had made your heart swell with love and your mind thought it was in a book you read.
The romance with Bada began when you accompanied your friend to a practice class to test out new hobbies, and well, you couldn't help but notice the tall and sexy choreographer everyone was talking about before, during, and after the class.
The class itself was energetic and caused a lot of excitement for you and your friend. You continued going to dance classes but in the end, your friend gave up to pay attention to something else and you focused on something that was finally good, dancing.
You weren't the best or the worst, but you had a lot of fun practicing the choreographies and steps that you saw and were assigned during practices.
Until the day he was changing classes, in his rush to get to the next class, he ended up bumping into someone, his hands on the person's abdomen, on the person's waist for support, his eyes opening and looking at the familiar shirt, his eyes going up and meeting the playful gaze of her dance teacher.
“I think you can let me go now.” She giggled, removing the hand that held her from her shoulder, her cheeks burning with embarrassment, walking away quickly.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…” You bowed in embarrassment.
"All good." She ruffled her hair a little. “You must be late for something, so go carefully and don’t fall there.” Bada joked and left.
Since that day, when she saw you, she joked about the incident that occurred, resulting in you being as red as a tomato and a giggling Bada.
At the end of one of the classes with Bada, it was just you and her left to tidy the room, a pleasant silence until she brought up the subject, playing with you again and praising your red cheeks, after stopping laughing, she sighed and looked at you, your eyes met, a mixture of joy and confusion, until you asked what she was looking at and she asked if you would like to go out with her, of course her red cheeks became visible.
Bada Lee, your dance teacher who everyone wanted and praised your performances asking you out? Of course he caused a short circuit in his brain, accepting the invitation in a friendly way.
The meeting evolved into several other meetings, visiting and getting to know cafes, going to cinemas, the beach, festivals, dance events and many others. One of these meetings took them to the Han River, on an October night, the cold wind that blew leaving their lips, noses and ears red, their bodies warmed by the laughter and conversations they shared, their eyes meeting at different times and shining. one to another, even the atmosphere thickens to the point where their lips touch, a passionate and slow kiss, transmitting unspoken and hidden feelings.
The moment they pulled away, they looked at each other, shy and nervous now, thinking about what would happen now.
“Well… I, uh… I think I have more than friendly feelings for you, Y/N.” Bada confessed, looking shyly at her own feet. “I would like to test how far this can take me, actually us.”
She finally looked you in the eyes, their hearts beating in sync, a smile appeared on her face, honored by the confession, causing Bada anxiety for her response.
“I would also like to test how far these feelings can take us, Bada Lee.” You smiled, before the choreographer's arms pulled you into a tight hug and a kiss that made your stomach bubble.
These feelings took you to distant places, the relationship brought you to the present, your relationship with Bada had lasted more than four years, always together and supporting each other, comforting and encouraging in your times of need. Bada and you grew up as dancers, doing duets together and small appearances in some groups' music videos, Bada became famous over the course of her talent and her beauty, especially among girls, which you don't mind so much, since In the end, it was you she would sleep cuddling with after a long day. And you focused on your career as a teacher, teaching at the academy as Bada.
This was shown when Bada accepted the invitation to be a street woman fighter, to show the world her skills with the BEBE team. Bada even asked if you would like to participate with them, so you denied, you didn't like so much attention and you certainly didn't want to appear on television out of embarrassment.
From the first episode, in fact, since she received and started preparing for the program, you encouraged her to do her best, praising her effort and congratulating her because she deserved it in addition to all the stress she suffered along the way.
You watched each episode, rooting for the team and even feeling a little jealous with the battles and interactions you had and had with your girlfriend. Every time she arrived at the shared apartment, you greeted her with compliments and your playful opinions about what happened episodes always make her laugh.
But since then, it started to slow down, Bada's free time decreased, her focus on the program's missions increased, making her always arrive home late at night, spending a little bit of her free time with her team or surrounded by friends. new fans that she obtained during the episodes for her dances and her masculine and feminine aura that she had.
And your insecurity awakened, the number of Bada's followers increased, every day more people found her, complimented her and flirted with her, the thought of you disappearing and her not noticing caused nightmares and a fear grew in you, your thoughts were consuming , making you insecure and unhappy because you seemed so distant from your girlfriend, you were falling apart and no one was noticing.
Perhaps such thoughts were too trivial because it was you she would hug after a tiring day, even if you had fallen asleep, she would smell your shampoo and kiss your cheek before leaving for another day.
Little did you know that Bada was in bad shape too, she knew that you valued her privacy and her success during the program made her afraid of people invading her personal space and messing up her relationship. That's why she thought that by moving away from you, you wouldn't feel suffocated by the crowd that was behind her, she was always thinking about you, all the missions she couldn't tell you and made her cry, she wanted to run from the room practice and run to you, hug you and cry until everything is okay, because your hug was her safe haven, it always was.
When Bada heard from you that you were going to travel, fear settled in her, she thought she couldn't be without you, just as you thought you couldn't be without her, but it would leave her freer to practice and focus on the program.
The short time spent with her parents, Bada made sure she would receive notes accompanied by daisies, her favorite flower, until you returned home to her.
When you arrived at her apartment, it was almost half past midnight, nervousness taking over you, you had the plan to talk to Bada and review her feelings, if they were there.
Upon entering the room, you were greeted with Bada's tight hug involving you, saying that she missed you and that she missed you, there were only a few days left until the end of the program, she was so nervous lately that she was barely sleeping and when she heard you coming in she ran to see you.
After the long hug, you were nervous about saying something and Bada took the initiative, asking how your visit to your parents was and you responded by saying how the past few days had been. Silence took over soon after and it was you who started this time .
“Bada… I think we need to talk.” You said, looking at her sitting with her legs crossed as you shared the same couch.
"Of course dear." She adjusted herself to look at you better, she was nervous. “Is there something bothering you? Anything I can help with?”
The nickname she used reminded you of the moments together, the beginning and everything before all this snowball suffocated you.
“Do you… Do you still have feelings for me?”
The question made Bada confused, of course she was, but the confusion came because of the lack of confidence you appeared with the question.
“Why this question? Of course I do, I love you. What made you think not?” She grabbed his shaking hands.
“We seem so far away... I love you, but I feel like I don't have you anymore... I don't know, I'm feeling so confused. There are so many people complimenting you and flirting with you, of course forever, but this has intensified and I... I'm so insecure that you don't like me anymore.” The confession made Bada squeeze his hands to comfort him.
“Ah princess…” She pulled him into a hug. “Forgive me for that, I thought you would like privacy so I stayed away for the sake of the program. I didn't want to make you insecure or uncomfortable through any of these things, I thought I was keeping you safe but I think I ended up moving away from you, I'm sorry.” Bada spoke during the hug.
“I didn't want this to happen... I was praying for you, that you could be by my side, but I got caught up in it all.” She continued, pulling back to look at you.
Her eyes were teary, bright with unshed tears, realizing that she was so bad seeing only the negative side that she didn't realize Bada's intention to protect her.
“Sorry, now I feel so selfish for not seeing your point.” The tears rolled down her cheeks.
"Oh, darling. Don’t cry, don’t blame yourself for it.” Bada tried to wipe the tears from her cheeks. “I love you so much, I would give my life for you, you are my safe haven, my season, I would never do anything to hurt you on purpose.” She whispered to you, tears threatening to fall more.
"I love you so much much much." You said as you wrapped your arms around her neck to hug her. “You are my everything, Bada. You are my favorite person and the one I love most, I’m sorry.” You asked through tears.
Bada held your face with her hands, kissing your face while whispering statements and compliments to you, after an intense session of kisses and hugs, she helped you take a shower and made you wear comfortable clothes to sleep, hugging you under the blanket, kissing your cheeks and lips, holding you close to her, as if she would lose you if she let go.
"I love you my love." She whispered, kissing his nose.
“I love you too, Bada.” You hugged her tightly, hiding in her neck, smelling her, this woman was yours, just like you were hers.
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a/n: in my head, this woman is in love and doesn't know what to do lol
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lyramundana · 6 months
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Just listened to "Want it so BAD", the new song by Han and Lee Know and, after reading the lyrics twice, let me tell you:
If there's still people who claim they're just friends, I'll lose my faith in humanity. Those guys are the real delulu here because what the fuck? With this song they basically confirmed everything we've heard since debut and screamed to the world they're, in fact, very much in love and not in a platonic way. They're married, your honour. This song basically confirms it, it states firmly and without a shadow of doubt that MINSUNG is fucking REAL and it has been since the survival show.
So for all those who don't agree with it, go argue with the wall. Us, the minsung whores and defenders, are going to fucking celebrate this gift to humanity.
Now lets focus on the parts where they specifically mention their first meeting, something we've heard from both of them in skz episodes, but now the uncensored version.
Minho: "I fell in love with you unexpectedly, couldn't get any work done, so many thoughts in my head keep me awake at night, spring snuck into my heart and left me frozen with excitement, i'm not used to it i know it's pain but i really want it so BAD" 😭😭😭😭😭 this is so minsung pre-debut coded omg, he's so fucking cute in the early states of love. knowing he was going to suffer but he loved him so much he just kept going.
Jisung: "Ride, come closer, just the two of us"🥺🥺 "together we make a whole romantic comedy movie" "let's get is started, getting anxious, can't think straight" "love you, i wanna place mysef in a spot next to you" "i'll hold you tight and say i've always been waiting for this moment" "the moment I first saw you, it was meant to be. For me, it's you"💀💀💀💀💀my man wasn't even being subtle here, he didn't try
In conclusion: Minsung is more real and solid that my parents' marriage and anyone who disagrees please come and kiss my ass. thank you❤
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astraysimp · 4 months
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My Favorite Painting
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˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚ ❀Hi besties! I’m bring you some more dad!skz! So far I have covered Han,Lee Know, Changbin and Seungmin and now It’s our darling dumpling Hyunjinnie’s turn!
˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚ ❀Summary: Mother’s day is approaching and Hyunjin has the perfect present in mind , for you, from him and his princess 
⌦ .。.:*♡ 이슬 (Iseul): meaning dew– your 8 month old princess 
˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚ ❀Warnings: fluff, pet names, dad!hyunjin, fem!reader, Hyunjin teaches Iseul how to paint 
Hyunjin was excited, your first mother’s day was coming up and he wanted to make you a special present. The present being a painting of a bouquet of  flowers, the flowers being baby Iseul’s handprints. With the holiday being a few days away, he had to get this done soon. So, he grabbed his art supplies and canvas before going to get his precious baby.Luckily, you had been out grocery shopping at the time when he planned on making the painting.
Iseul had just eaten lunch and was still in her highchair, giggling up at Hyunjin. Smiling, Hyunjin leaned down and pressed a kiss to her cheeks. “ Hi my dew drop, are you excited to make mommy’s present? Mommy’s going to love it so much.” He smiled, as he set the canvas on the highchair tray and laughed as Iseul ran her hands over the fabric. “That’s a canvas, dew drop. We’re going to put your little handprints on it, dew drop. Your cute little hands,” he laughed and grabbed 2 tubes of acrylic paint, turning to Iseul. “ dew drop, do you want to do yellow or pink, munchkin? Noransaek ttoneun bunhongsaek?” He smiled, holding the two tubes up. Giggling, Iseul made grabby hands at the pink paint. “Bunhongsaek, iseul? Pink for my princess,” Hyunjin laughed and opened the tube grabbing a sponge brush. Iseul smiled up at him and kicked her feet. “Is my dew drop ready? It’s going to be cold, princess.” He cooed, kissing her forehead before he carefully took ahold of her left hand and coated it in the paint. Iseul gasped and looked down at her hand, pulling it to her mouth. “Uh oh, no no no, dew drop. We don’t eat the paint, it’s icky icky.” Hyunjin laughed, taking her hand away from her mouth and pressed it onto the canvas, revealing a pink handprint. She giggled and turned to Hyunjin, clapping her hands. “ So pretty, dew drop. That’s your hand! Your little hand.” He smiled and kissed her forehead, wiping her hand with a baby wipe.
“One more time, dew drop, one more.” He cooed, coating her right hand in yellow paint. Smiling, Hyunjin carefully pressed her hand against the canvas, leaving a yellow handprint behind. “Wah, so cute! Look dew drop, your hands!  He smiled and kissed her cheeks before wiping her hands off with a baby wipe, before discarding it into the garbage can. Carefully taking Iseul into his arms, Hyunjin sat at the kitchen table, with her on his lap.” Now we need to add the stem and leaves, dew drop. Do you want to help daddy?” He smiled, bouncing her on his lap and squeezing a small dollop of green paint onto a paint palette. Giggling, Iseul squealed and clapped her hands, reaching towards the paint.Hyunjin took a paint brush into his hands, carefully getting Iseul to hold it, his hand wrapping around her small one. “This is how we hold the brush, my dew drop.Now we put it in the paint,” he explained as he dipped the brush into the paint. Gasping, Iseul looked up at him and back to the canvas, as if she asked him what to do next. “See, now we draw a line going dooowwwnnnn,” He said softly, guiding her hand to paint straight lines down from each handprint. “Those are the stems, and now we add little leaves,” he explained, guiding her to add little swipes to act as leaves. Smiling, he gently took the brush from her hand and set it into the cup of water he had out. “Now, dew drop, we’re all done. See? Mommy will love it, princess.” He cooed, picking her up and taking the painting to dry in his studio . Soon  after, you arrived home and walked into the house. “Hyun? Baby? Iseul?”
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Today was mother’s day and Hyunjin had made sure your day started off well. He had prepared you a breakfast in bed– complete with heart shaped chocolate chip pancakes, a bowl of fruit cut into hearts, your favorite iced coffee, flowers , a card and a Versace dress(to wear to lunch later). He had brought Iseul into your room, laying her on your chest, to wake you up. Your morning was perfect and now it was lunch time.
Hyunjin had taken the day off work, so he could spend your first mother’s day with you and Iseul. Now, the three of you were at a nice lunch spot he had found. The weather was beautiful so you decided to be seated outdoors. You were waiting for your food, currently holding iseul in your lap and making small talk. “I hope you’re enjoying your first Mother’s day, my love.” he smiled at you , reaching to press a kiss to your cheek. “Oh hyune, it’s been perfect, so far. Thank you so much,” you cooed at him, kissing the back of his hand. Bouncing Iseul on your lap, you pressed kisses to her hair, “and thank you my precious princess. You’re the best present I could ask for, dew drop.” You smiled, as she smiled up at you. Hyunjin smiled, his eyes full of love and pulled out the bag, sitting next to him. “Hey, lovely. Speaking of presents….I have another one for you. I mean, from me and Iseul,” He chuckled, sliding the bag over to you. “Another? Honey, you’ve already done and gotten so much for me,” You pouted, adjusting Iseul as she wiggled on your lap. “Just open it…I think you’ll really like this one,” He smiled, patting your hand. 
So, you carefully reached into the bag,pulling the tissue paper out, making sure you held a tight grip on Iseul. Pulling the canvas out, you gasped and felt your eyes water. “Oh my…..are these her handprints?” You sniffled, looking at Hyunjin as you cuddled closer to your chest. Nodding, Hyunjin leaned over to peck your lips and wipe your tears. “Mhm, they are, dove.” He smiled, also kissing Iseul’s cheek. “Oh Hyune, I love it. This is so precious. I’ll cherish it, and you two, forever,” You smiled, holding Iseul up to have her at eye level with you. Kissing all over her face, you smiled, “oh my precious princess. Mommy loves your present so much. Thank you, dew drop. I love you, mommy loves you,” you cooed.Iseul giggled and cupped your cheeks in her hands– the same hands used to make the artwork you were gifted.Feeling himself tear up, Hyunjin snapped a picture of your moment with Iseul and set it as his wallpaper on his phone. Kissing your cheeks, he smiled and nudged the bag towards you. “Dovey, there’s more. Keep going,’” he cooed. Turning back to him, you lowered Iseul into your lap and looked at the bag. “More?Aish, Hyune, this is too much,” You whined, in protest. Shaking his head,  he chuckled and pushed the bag to you. “There’s never too much for you, my muse. You gave me Iseul,” he stated, leaning to pinch her cheek. Reaching into the bag, you pulled out a picture frame, holding one of your fondest memories of your little family– you holding ,a then, newborn Isuel angling her towards the camera and Hyunjin sitting next to you on the hospital bed , arms around you with his cheeks resting on the top of your head.Both of you with proud yet soft smiles gracing your faces. Gasping, you teared up and looked at Hyunjin. “Baby……this is beautiful. Thank you,” you whispered. Softly smiling at you, Hyunjin nodded , tears filling his own eyes. “Of course, my dove. I know Iseul wasn’t exactly planned, but she’s changed my life so much, forever. I didn’t know what love was until I met you and you made my heart grow tenfold. Then, you told me you were pregnant and my heart grew more. But…seeing you grow to house her and then bring her into the world, made me realize how much I loved you and will always love you. Thank you for loving me, giving me yourself and her and making me a daddy. I love you and Iseul so incomprehensibly,, my heart.” He whispered, holding your hand, tears falling down his cheeks. “Oh, my baby, There’s no need to thank me. You and Iseul are my greatest gifts and my biggest treasures.”
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fluffystuffies · 6 months
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i love Solar/Nice Eclipse-
also fun fact-this was inspired by a completely normal post i saw sjhskfs-
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