I Love Watching Seventeen When They Do Dumb Shit And Then The Camera Zooms Out And There Is Woozi In

i love watching seventeen when they do dumb shit and then the camera zooms out and there is woozi in the corner folding in half laughing his ass off

i love that little thing so much he is my happy pill

Moodbooster

"Your boyfriend always manages to lift your mood, even on your period."

Pairing: Yoongi x f.Reader

Genre: slice of Life!AU, established relationship!AU, Fluff

Warnings: OC is on her period rip to her ✊🏻😔, she has cramps but yoongi boongie is there to rescue her, he is the bestest and sweetest and cutest boyfie ever <3

Wordcount: 806

a/n: a drabble by me that is actual drabble length? 😱 yeah i can't believe it either lmaoo. also, i'm still on my period and i miss yoongi so that's why this was born. enjoy besties, i miss him so much 🖤

Yoongi knows that you aren’t feeling well today. He has a sense for it. When you are having a bad day, Yoongi gets a heavy lump in his stomach. Not because of fear that you would snap at him, but because he can sense your unease. And when he senses it, he has to do everything in his power to at least lessen it a little bit. 

You are locked up in one of the windowless sitting rooms because the summer sun can’t enter and therefore heat up the room. 

Yoongi knocks, listening for your very grumbly “come in” before entering. 

You are on the sofa in nothing but shorts, not bothering to cover your naked chest when he enters.

“Are you that hot?” he asks, brushing his eyes over your chest briefly.

You nod your head and groan. 

“I hate having my period in summer. It feels like actual torture.” 

“I hear you, princess”, Yoongi says, hurrying to you to sit next to you. 

“I already feel like I’m boiling on normal period days, but summer period days feel like literal hell. If I could peel off my skin to cool off, I would.” 

“This sucks a lot, my love.”

“Yeah and I sweat like a waterfall. I don’t know if my soaked pants are sweat or my pad leaking. Do you even know how nasty I smell?” 

“No, you don’t. You smell good.”

“Thanks but also urgh. I have a cramp to make it even worse. And I want to eat six tons of sugar, I’m going insane.”

Yoongi hums in acknowledgement and lifts his hand to hover it over your stomach.

“Can I?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

Yoongi places his hand down as flat as possible, giving your cramping stomach warmth this way. He rubs the smallest circles, applying the perfect amount of pressure. 

“Wow, so warm”, you sigh happily, shivering from the touch.

“Does this help?”

“Yes, so much”, you gush, sounding a lot happier than before. You even speak in a softer voice. 

“Then I’ll do that for a while.”

“Yes, thankies. Wow Boongie, you have the perfect hands. They’re like warm water bottles but better.”

He smiles at you. He doesn’t mind when you complain and therefore use a harsher voice, but he has to admit that he prefers your happy voice. You get a sort of soft-spokeness about it and only really use it when he pampers you just right. It makes Yoongi feel really soft and cozy as well because the atmosphere, you and he create in these moments, is always very calming. Maybe that is why he loves pampering you so much. Or maybe he loves it because he loves to see you happy. 

You huff out air.

“Sorry for ranting.”

“Don’t apologise, princess. That’s what I’m here for. That and tummy rubs”, he says, giving your stomach a little rub.

You giggle. Yoongi soaks up the sound until it is burned into his memories. 

“I love your tummy rubs so much”, you say and shift a little, “I think they’re working too well though. I literally just felt it come out of me.”

“Wonderful”, Yoongi says, pulling a face of comradery disgust.

“I think I need to go change.”

“Alright. Do you still have enough? I can pop down to the store if you need more.”

You stop in the doorway, “really?” 

“Of course, princess.”

“And you…could get snacks too?”

“Anything you need.” 

“Even everything sweet ever?”

“Of course.”

You lower your eyes shyly, “then maybe I need more. The strongest ones and the ones for sleep. The really thick ones.”

Yoongi gets up, closing the distance to you.

“Understood”, he pecks your cheek, rubbing your tummy one last time, “text me if you think of anything else.”

“I will. Thank you so much, Boongie.”

“Anytime, love.”

Yoongi manages to go as far as one step out of the room before you pull him back by his hand. He turns with a fond and curious look in his pretty eyes.

“Yes, princess?”

You lean in for a kiss to his lips, eliciting a purr from him. He smiles, rubbing your lower back.

“That was nice”, he whispers.

“It’s a kiss full of love.”

“Mhm.” He pecks you. “I love you too, my princess.”

You step back, “okay, you can leave now. Sorry for keeping you.”

“Don’t apologise. You can always keep me if that’s how you do it”, he flirts, giving you a playful little grin before he turns to really leave.  

And while Yoongi leaves to fulfill your wishes, you waddle to the toilet to change. Seriously, if you didn’t have such an amazing boyfriend by your side, this period would suck. With him, it only sucks when he isn’t here. Once he is back from the store, you will give him the biggest smooch ever.

cw: nudity , suggestive 16+ , fluffy , fem/wife reader , mentions of insecurities/self-hatred , making out

i am taking requests and writing fics and matchups for gaza. check the linked post out to find out more !!

"you're so beautiful nemi," you whisper, lips pressing against the scars on his chest.

in normal circumstances, you would never have been given the chance to sit upon the wind hashira's bare torso this early in the morning.

you were both usually up and out by now, only having time to chastely kiss each other goodbye after running off to your daily training. and by the time you both stumbled back home and into bed, you were too exhausted to do anything.

but you reckon there was a silver lining to being out of commission and needing time to heal. it allowed you to have time to truly appreciate sanemi's beauty.

your husband had two strong hands planted on each side of your waist and eagerly rubbed up and down to just below your bare breasts and down the curves of your waist, resting on your hips.

occasionally, he'd stop just under your soft mounds, fingers teasing the underside and gently brushing over your sensitive nipples. he relished in the way you gasped against his skin, and your even breath stuttered.

your lips continued, following the path his scars had engraved onto his chest. your heart ached knowing the hardship and loss sanemi had faced. but his scars were proof that he was strong, that he was worthy of life.

emboldened by the surge of emotion running through you, you sit up and move your hands to gently hold your husband's face. he looks up at you in confusion, noticing the light shine in your eyes. his eyebrows furrow, and he opens his mouth to speak, but you interrupt.

"you're gorgeous, my dear husband," you say, the conviction in your words going straight to his heart, goosebumps starting to form on his skin.

he's never thought himself to be much to look at, and with the scars on his face and littering his body, even less so. but god, through your words, does he wear them with pride. he finds himself looking down at his scars, and a tiny part of him sees the beauty you speak of, buried between the layers of self-hatred and insecurities.

sanemi's speechless underneath you, and you barely have time to appreciate it before he's flipping you both and pressing his lips urgently against yours. he loves you so much he doesn't know what to do with it sometimes. it fills him to the very tips of his hair and then some, overflowing and enshrouding him.

you're still holding his face as he reaches up to hold your jaw, angling you to push his tongue deeper into your mouth. his bare chest presses against yours, and you can feel the roughened skin of his scars deliciously stimulating your hardening nipples. your moans are licked up and swallowed by your husband; he devours every single little noise like it's his last meal.

sanemi slightly pulls apart, spit-soaked lips still resting on yours. you're trying to catch your breath underneath him, and he can't help but groan at the sight of your lust-filled eyes and desire written all over your face.

"not as beautiful as you, my little tempest."

© ffsg0jo 2024 — do not plagiarise, repost, modify, or translate any of my work, in any way shape or form; i will piss in your cereal if you do. all work belongs to me and me only.

HI HI HI HIIIIIIIIIIIIII

pls do sanemi headcannons i beg of you thats my man🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

hiii love!! tysm for being my first ask, ily kathy ! i made it gn!reader, hope that's alright!

without further ado, here you go:

DATING SHINAZUGAWA SANEMI HCS !

starting with the obvious, he has a soft spot for you

not an obvious, mushy spot, mind you, but he's much nicer to you than his colleagues

struggles with the romantic aspect at first

(can you blame him? he didn't have a good example to model after)

he's a bit hard to crack, but when you do...

sweetest boy ever.

takes you out to lunch at least once a month

since he struggles to verbalise his affection, he often expresses it in the form of physical intimacy

tired after a long mission? he's offering you a massage

in pain from a work injury? you're officially on bedrest until it heals.

enjoys cooking for you, even if he's not very good at it.

almost burned the house down trying to make your favourite meal after a particularly stressful mission

once he gets comfortable enough, this man is the king of physical touch. i'm talking hand on your waist, kisses on the forehead, linking pinkies while you walk

he wasn't always like that, unsure and inexperienced in the beginning, but as your relationship progresses so does his comfort level with initiating physical contact and affection.

would actually have an aneurysm if anyone from the corps saw that tho.

when sanemi finally introduces you, genya absolutely adores you and looks up to you like another older sibling

"Y/n, I'm so grateful to have such a lovely future sister/brother in-law!"

sanemi rolls his eyes at that, but two weeks later he's browsing at the jewelry store.

overall he loves you a lot, and you love him too

and who could ask for more?

How would Sanemi react if Maeda made a uniform similar to Mitsuri's for Sanemi's girlfriend?

❕Sanemi’s reaction to your new uniform.

That perverted kakushi strikes again… how will Sanemi react?

Pairing: Sanemi x fem!reader

(Sanemi is very angry, there’s just a paragraph of him cursing, you have a worse uniform than Mitsuri’s)

Sanemi was staring at your uniform you were wearing. Your chest was straining against the fabric and almost spilling out of the hole in the center. Your skirt barely covered your bottom, your panties peeking out ever so slightly. You felt incredibly uncomfortable and kept pulling your skirt down, trying to cover yourself up.

“What the fuck are you wearing?”

His voice was incredibly deep and eerily calm. Sanemi wasn’t yelling or insulting the kakushi that made this, wich was somehow even scarier than him being openly angry. You crossed your arms over your chest to cover up the your chest-hole, wich he’s been staring at. That made him look into your eyes.

“Maeda was his name? The kakushi?”

You nodded quietly. Sanemi took his cropped haori off and unbuttoned his sleeveless uniform, wrapping it around your shoulders and buttoning it back up. He sensed how uncomfortable you felt in your poor excuse of a uniform.

“I’ll take care of it. There’s hakama pants in my closet. Go change.”

Sanemi was still calm as he grabbed his katana and headed out, his footsteps heavy and fast. He was rushing past the other kakushi and hashira, intentionally bumping into a few of them to make them go out of his damn way. He has a kakushi to murder after all.

“Sh-Shinazugawa-sama…!-“

Maeda was already shaking once he saw the wind hashira standing in his doorway. He seemed to be absolutely fuming, gripping the handle of his katana. The kakushi already fell onto his knees and slammed his forehead onto the tatami as a gesture of deep apology. He wanted to start begging for his life, but Sanemi interrupted him before he even started.

“You worthless piece of shit. You’re absolute FILTH—lower than the dirt I scrape off my blade after shoving it down a fucking demon’s throat. The fact that you breathe the same fucking air as the other kakushi, WHO PUT THEIR OWN FUCKING LIVES IN DANGER TO SAVE OTHERS, SOMETHING YOU COULD NEVER EVEN DREAM OF DOING, is a fucking insult to even the worst kakushi and the corps as a whole! You were too pathetic to become a slayer and save others and kill the scum of the earth, so instead YOU BECAME A FUCKING PIECE OF WORTHLESS SHIT.”

Sanemi was yelling his throat out, his hand trembling and itching to just use his sheathed katana to beat Maeda into a pile of broken bones.

“You’re worth NOTHING! Your mother would be fucking ashamed of you if she knew what a fucking pervert you are. I should be fucking killing you or feeding your worthless body to a fucking demon, even though YOU’RE PROBABLY NOT EVEN WORTH EATING, you fucking piece of shit.”

Sanemi stepped his foot onto his head, pushing him down. Maeda was shaking and sobbing, frantically apologising, but Sanemi just kept screaming at him. He took a deep breath at took his sheathed katana out of his belt, about to slam it against the kakushi’s back, before his arm got dragged out of the room and pulled into the hallway.

“Shinazugawa-sama, you should control your anger more. I’ll make sure to send a crow to Ubuyashiki-sama and make sure that this kakushi will be appropriately punished. Please let me handle this.”

Gyomei’s words were calming. He removed his arm from Sanemi’s bicep and returned to his usual gesture of prayer, rubbing his hands together. Sanemi was still shaking and seething in anger, itching to punch something. He quietly eyed Gyomei, then the kakushi

“You better make a normal fucking uniform. It will be done by tomorrow. I’ll be picking it up personally.

Sanemi grunted at him. Maeda wet himself while he was screaming at him, fearing for his dear life, shaking and sobbing, but frantically nodding ans apologising over and over. Gyomei started crying quietly.

“Your perverted actions are disrespecting the Demon Slayer Corps itself. You will soon learn your lesson through Master’s punishment.”

Sanemi glared at the kakushi one last time and then turned to Gyomei to mumble a quiet “thanks”. He stormed off, making his way back to you and his estate.

How dare he disrespect you like that? At least Sanemi now has an excuse to make you wear his clothes for even longer. That’s the only positive thing about this situation. He hopes that Kagaya will punish this excuse of an kakushi properly. If not, Sanemi’ll make sure he’ll never be able to make another uniform like this ever again.

💠

Sorry if this was underwhelming or not according to your liking, and sorry for randomly throwing Gyomei in. I hope you enjoyed anyway!

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough <3

Take care of yourselves!

My masterlist for the hashira

My masterlist for the demons

— right where you'd left him, choi seungcheol.

angst | 365

five years. five whole years. that's exactly how long you've been out of seungcheol's life — physically, because to him you'll never not be a part of it. not when he's exactly where you'd left him all those years ago.

he'd refused to move out of the house he shared with you, refused to get rid of the bed you used to sleep in with him right next to you and refused to throw out your blanket that you'd forgotten to take with you the night you stormed out after packing up your stuff in a haste.

despite all the advice from his friends, he'd always thought you'd come back eventually and mend the hole you'd left in his heart. all these years, he'd held on to that belief so tightly like it was the only thing that was keeping him going. but that won't be possible anymore. not when you'd clearly moved on without him.

against his own better judgment, he still kept up with your life updates regularly whether it was through social media or your mutual friends. usually the former because his friends know better than to talk about you in front of him.

claiming he just wanted to know how you were doing was clearly just an excuse for him to keep up with what seems to be his addiction to you. he knew better than anyone that this wasn't good for him because it kills him to know that you were better off without him. it kills him to know that he couldn't give you what you wanted and there's someone else out there that could and you've now found that someone. everything he's seen of you since you've left him only pushed him down further into his despair.

he'd lost his chance. he'd lost you.

time heals all wounds. he scoffs at the thought not only because he'd lost count of how many times he's had to hear this saying in the past five years but also at how ridiculous it is to him. how can time heal his wounds when it had stopped for him the moment you walked out of his life and kept moving forward for you?