#his ears. i’m sobbing. he’s the cutest ever.

[calltocupid]

my sweet baby.

[jenosbigtoe]

so real on the "but i also really want alpha jeno in my guts" cause same 😩 his outfit on the bat is still living in my mind rent free

mdni. nsfw 18+

pairing: alpha!lee jeno x mate!reader

warnings: abo, unprotected sex, breeding, mating press, creampie, possessiveness

alpha!jeno is such a himbo.

you seriously wonder how long he’s survived without you by his side. he asks you the silliest questions, tilting his head and pouting his lip slightly as his eyebrows furrow in confusion. it’s the cutest sight to you, seeing this big muscular man act so clueless.

“why can’t we have just sex right now?”

“jen, your friends are literally in the living room and we are IN THE KITCHEN WITH NO DOORS.”

“okay but you’re my mate, they should understand right?”

and trust, he has an insane sex drive. he promises he’s never been this horny before he met you but now that you’re officially his, he gotta be inside you in some capacity at all times. you’re his mate duh, if he could crawl inside your skin he would.

you’ll be cuddling on the couch, watching a romcom, and he whispers “baby, can i stick the tip in? i’m so hard.”

you’ll be eating dinner at the dining table and his fingers gravitate to your thighs as he wordlessly cups your cunt under your underwear, mindlessly rubbing and pumping his fingers in and out of you.

and he would actually be so so sooo jealous of anything and everything that breathes and looks at you.

“oh so you like this stray kitten more than your mate alright how would you feel if i just ran away from home and became a stray too?”

“jen.”

he actually gets the most jealous when it comes to his friends being around you. he knows them too well, even if he trusts you and (to a certain extent) them.

“jaemin get the fuck away from my mate right now you absolute manwhore.”

“??bitch we’re literally just playing mario kart like 3 feet away from each other.”

“i don’t give a fuck she’s mine,” and pulls you into his lap to pout and snuggle you tightly, locking you in his massive biceps.

jeno is so silly as your mate but oh does he fuck you like no other.

his insane animal stamina has him going for hours after your legs have already become jelly and your mind fucked stupid from overstimulation.

“baby, you’re mine. my mate, my love. your body was made for me,” he would growl into your ear as he took you in mating press.

his thick heavy body would drive his cock so so deep inside your poor little pussy, you would be left sobbing.

“jen-jeno! s’deep,” you’d cry, hiding your face in your arms.

he’d grab your arms and pin them above your head, using his powerful hips to thrust so hard and so deep to keep you from squirming so much.

“ah. wanna see my mate as i fuck my pups into her. you’re doing so good, sweetheart.”

and he refuses to ever cum anywhere but deep inside your little cunt. “i don’t care if you’re on that stupid birth control bullshit, you’re gonna have my kids.”

[dilfsfordinner]

𝐚/𝐧- i like to think that gojo found megumi when he was a toddler instead of six years old, so in this, megumi acts a little younger, like around four

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Going to Ikea at 7 o’clock at night wasn’t something you had ever imagined yourself doing, especially over a tantrum a particular black haired boy had thrown, and yet you found yourself roaming the aisles with him strapped into the shopping cart, your sunglass clad companion trailing alongside you, insisting on pointing out every single thing he spotted that would look amazing in your shared home.

Your slow pace of pushing the cart around the maze of a store had Megumi’s patience running thin, his already sour mood turning brattier by the minute, his chubby little face contorting into a tried angry expression, one which he thought looked intimidating but was actually just the cutest little pout, a fact you kept to yourself to prevent him from throwing another crying fit.

The whole reason for your journey occurred when Megumi’s old bunny stuffed animal finally kicked the bucket at dinner, the blue rabbit’s head unraveling from its body as Megumi just watched in horror, yours and Gojo’s mouths open in a silent gape as his favorite toy was reduced to nothing but a pile of threads. It was bound to happen one day, its drool stained fur and tattered limbs clear signs of impending death which you knew of course, but it was still quite surprising to watch unfold in real time. You’d tried to sew it back together but nothing worked, so alas, Gojo picked up the sobbing Megumi and the three of you set out to acquire a new stuffie.

Spotting the decor section, Gojo gently pulled Megumi from his seat before setting him down, ruffling his hair, an incredulous scoff leaving him at the boy’s irritated scowl. “Alright Megs, go pick one out,” you said softly, bending to pat his back, urging him forward, his expression going blank before a toothy grin pulled at his lips, eyes almost bugging out of his head at the sight of the shelves worth of stuffed animals, the cutest squeal spilling from his mouth before he darted toward the colorful display.

“Which one do you think he’s gonna pick?” Gojo said with a grin plastered to his face, both of your gazes glued to Megumi’s excited actions of grabbing a stuffed animal, testing its “quality”, and then putting it back, the cycle continuing through every animal present. “Mmm.. the panda,” you said lightly, turning away from Megumi to look up at your man, his beautiful eyes finally visible as his glasses rested on his nose. He was watching little ‘gumi, not realizing the way you admired him. “I think he’s a shark boy”, Gojo said, head tilting to you, eyes flitting from your eyes to your lips before that familiar smirk landed on his face.

“No. I know that look Satoru and I’m not doing it,” looking away from his troublesome expression, you returned to pushing the cart along the dimly lit aisle, examining some oddly shaped sculptures as you felt that warm presence looming behind you, strong arms snaking around your waist before his chin rested on your shoulder, his hair tickling your cheek.

He knew how much you hated pda, (even though there wasn’t a soul in sight) it was his way of coercing you into agreeing to his wish. “C’mon, I promise I won’t bleed you dry this time,” he practically purred in your ear, his pretty voice almost lolling you to sleep. Relaxing in his hold, you considered his proposition, an idea popping into your head, one that would for sure make him regret ever asking. “Alright, fine. I bet 200 he picks the panda.”

At your words, Gojo’s eyebrows shot up, mouth slightly falling open at the fact that you actually agreed to gamble with him, and that that was the highest amount you had ever offered to wager. “Confident today, huh?” he quipped before clasping your hand in his own, shaking it as his eyes narrowed, that grin making an appearance again, “200 it is.”

Tsking, you shook your head, about to dig into Satoru some more to be careful when going against you but a tiny grunt interrupted, the two of you turning to see a huge brown bear being held up by two little arms, black hair peeking out from behind the massive stuffed animal as Megumi hauled the thing to your feet.

“Sweetie..” you laughed under your breath, crouching to brush away the hair from his face, “You don’t want a different one? A.. smaller one?” Megumi’s big eyes stared into your own, shaking his head at your offer, “I want him,” he giggled, hugging the bear closer. You looked to Gojo for help before he bent to pick up the giant thing, depositing it into the cart, doing the same to Megumi. “He’s a perfect choice, baby,” you smiled, kissing his cheek as he tried to grab below him to feel his new fluffy friend, the three of you setting off to finish at the front.

“Pay up, handsome” you smiled, your hand nudging Gojo’s chest as he looked down at you, eyes flitting to your open palm which rested in front of him as the two of you walked. Laughing to himself, his eyes narrowed teasingly, “We were both wrong, dummy,” he flicked your forehead, continuing to push the cart until your arm wrapped around his own, stopping his strides completely.

“A panda is a type of bear, dummy, which he chose, so pay up,” you said again, his features blanking as you just curled your fingers in a ‘give me’ motion. Surprised by your boldness, he let out an exasperated laugh, begrudgingly pulling his wallet out, fingers tightening around the two, crisp 100 dollar bills as he sighed, shoving them into your palm and grumbling at your coy expression, his tongue pushing against his cheek to prevent a smile from pulling at his lips, shaking his head as you just simpered a ‘thanks’ and took up the cart to keep walking, 200 dollars richer with a happy little boy in tow.

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[borathae]

↳ Index [Snippet #51 - Sad Boy]

"When Jungkook comes home sad from work and you cheer him up."

Genre: Fluff, Slice of Life

Warnings: mention of losing one's partner to death, Koo is a sad boi after work, but she cheers him up, he is a little shit and she is just as much of a little shit, hehe they're annoying <3, and sooooooo in loveeee!!!, casual non-sexual nudity, backhugs with non-sexual fondling of the teeds, he is just the cutest <3

Wordcount: 1.8k

a/n: i was struck by the random thought that ogc!koo would most definitely cry to his wifey if one of his customers had a tattoo wish with a sad backstory, so this snippet was born hihi he is actually the patootiestest <3 i luv him <3

You didn’t have work today and therefore made dinner. Jungkook should be home any second now and you are really excited for it. You made some of his favourite tonight because you wanted to make him happy. Not that there is a day where you don’t want to see him happy, but you felt like surprising him tonight.

Bam has been in the kitchen with you when his ears suddenly perk up. He lifts his head and sniffles, then suddenly stands up from where he was resting to run away. You know exactly what this means. Jungkook is home. 

Feeling like greeting him by the door tonight, you follow Bam. 

You find him and Jungkook in the hallway. The latter is kneeling, hugging Bam as tightly as possible. 

“Hey there, my sweetheart”, you greet him. 

Jungkook lifts his head, giving view to his teary eyes. 

“Did you cry? What happened?” you gasp, instantly jumping into worried mode. “Kookie baby, what happened?”

Jungkook stands up and closes the distance, “I had a really sad day”, he says, hugging you tightly. He lets out small sound, melting into you.

“No, I’m sorry to hear this. Did something happen that made you sad?” you ask him, holding him and rubbing the back of his head.

“Yes”,  he squeaks out, having to sob. 

“Noo Googie, I’m here. Let it all out.”

“___ you, you can’t ever die. You have to promise me to, to never die.” 

“I mean that’s a rather ambitious wish. Why are you asking me that all of a sudden?” 

Jungkook coughs out a sob, making a sad sound.

“Let’s sit down first, okay?” 

“Yes, okay”, he whimpers.

You guide him to the living room, sitting down next to him and holding his hands. The walk from the front door to the sofa gave him enough strength to finally tell you what made him so incredibly sad today. He does so with his head lowered and his sweaty hands clasping yours as if he needed your touch to survive.

“I had a customer today and, and he wanted a tattoo and it was”, his voice quivers in tears, “it was his wife’s star sign and then I started and he cried and told me that his wife died a week ago and that he wants to keep her with him always. It was so sad”, he whimpers, “he cried through the entire session and I cried with him and it made me so sad and made me think of how it would be lose you and, and you can’t die, ___ please you have to let me go first, I can’t go through losing you.”

“Oh Kookie, you sweetest person you”, you breathe, scooting closer to drape your arm over him, “this must have been such an emotional moment. I’m sorry that you had to go through this.” 

“It was so sad. I had to, to take breaks because I kept crying so much”, he drops his head on your shoulder, “my head hurts so bad and I have ringing in my ears. I’m sad, please can you promise me not to die before me?” 

“So I should deal with you losing you?”, you ask in a chuckle. 

“Yes.”

You laugh. He laughs with you, but sniffles vividly.

“You’re a doofus.”

“A really sad doofus.” 

You snicker, kissing his forehead.

“Mhm, I promise you that I won’t leave you for a long time. I don’t wanna think about this day for too long because it’ll make me sad too, but I promise you it’s still going to be a long time till it happens.”

“I promise you too. And I love you so much. You’re my soulmate and my best friend and my life partner. Everything I do, I do for you.” He lifts his head, cradling your cheeks. His eyes, although teary, are filled with love. “Life for me began when I met you. I knew from the very first moment I saw you in Seokjin’s diner that I loved you. And ever since that moment, everything I did was for you. I love you, ___, I always have.” 

“Oh god Googie, I love you too.” You cup his cheeks. “My soulmate, my best friend and my parter for life.”

Jungkook smiles, leaning into your touch.

“Also my cute, sappy doofus.”

He giggles, agreeing with a nod.

“If I didn’t tell you how I felt tonight, I would have imploded. Witnessing my customer grieve so deeply really hurt me. I felt his pain as if it was mine.”

“Of course you did. You have such an empathetic, loving soul. I’m sure that he felt deeply comforted to be understood this way. I’m sorry that it made you feel so sad though.”

“Thank you”, he mumbles and sniffles, “I feel better already. Talking about it really helped. Thank you for listening. I love you  so much.”

“I love you too and I’m always happy to listen. We’re a team, we go through everything together.” 

He nods his head, eyes softening. 

“Maybe we could die together. When we're old like in- Oh no I’m crying again - like in The Notebook. ___, I’m so sad”, he wails, throwing his head back dramatically. 

“Gosh you, come here”, you chuckle fondly, hugging him again. 

“They were so in love and went together. I can’t do this today.”

“Gosh you, it’s okay. I’m right here.” 

“I can’t do this, please just melt into me.”

“I’m trying, I really am”, you tease, ruffling his hair. “You know I love you, don’t you?”

“I love you too, so much.”

“And I made Tangsuyuk tonight with lots of different sides.” 

“Wow, Tangsuyuk”, Jungkook whispers, forgetting all about crying at the mention of his favourite dish. “My favourite. Thank you so much.”

“Of course, everything for you my darling.” 

He lifts his head, letting you wipe his tears and snot.

“No, don’t. It’s yucky.”

“It is. So yucky”, you agree and scrunch your nose, “you snotty baby you.” 

A shy smile washes over his face. It morphs into a shocked gasp when seconds later you wipe his snot into his shirt.

“Did you just wipe my snot on my shirt?”

“Mhm I did”, you grin, standing up to run away from him, “what are you gonna do about it?”

Jungkook feels his heart flutter. When you are being playful like this, he forgets all about his sadness. He jumps to his feet, chasing you all the way to the kitchen.

“Come here you”, he calls after you.

You squeak and increase your steps, making him laugh and do the same.

He catches up with you, swooping you off your feet. You squeal and cackle, throwing your head back in joy as he twirls with you. 

After the twirling he has the audacity to wipe his nose into your shirt, snickering boyishly at the yelp of complaint you let out. 

He sets you down, laughing giddily when you push him away gently.

“That was so much. Why did you have to do that? Eww I can literally see the slime stick to the fabric.” 

Jungkook laughs, throwing his head back and rubbing your waist. 

“Tch, you’re rancid”, you say, swiping his hands away. You pull your shirt over your head.

“Baby wow”, he gasps, eyes instantly landing on your bared chest. “No bra?” 

“We’ve been living together for how many years and you still get surprised that I don’t wear that shit at home?” you ask him, leaving the kitchen. 

Jungkook follows you. You take the stairs down to the cellar where you have your laundry room. It is a very beautiful and homely cellar and feels more like an underground living area than an actual cellar. 

“Your boobs never lose their power. Obviously I’ll keep being surprised by them”, Jungkook says.

You scoff in amusement, wiping some disinfectant on the fabric. Jungkook is going to do laundry tomorrow either way, but you just want to get rid of the worst. 

Suddenly you have two hands on your breasts and two arms around you, a naked chest against your naked back and lips on your shoulder. 

“What are you doing?” you ask him in a chuckle, leaning into his embrace. 

“Just making sure that you’re real”, Jungkook whispers, guiding his kisses up to your neck and ear. 

“And you had to take your shirt off for that?” 

“It was dirty too”, Jungkook says and takes your earlobe between his teeth to tug on it gently, giving your breasts a playful squeeze at the same time. 

You shiver and laugh at the same time, placing your hands over his’. 

“For someone who had a sad day, you’re being very touchy right now.” 

“I’m not trying anything just…” he sighs against your neck, wrapping his arms around you as tightly as possible, “...I get happy when you laugh. And if my goofiness makes you laugh, I keep doing it.”

“It does. You do. You make me laugh a lot”, you say, having to laugh a second later when he blows raspberries on your neck. “Not like this! I hate this, it tickles”, you squeal in giggles, fleeing him as he goes in for a second attack. “Jeon Jungkook, keep doing this and I’ll die right now out of spite.” 

“No, you won’t. I won’t let you”, he says, picks you up and sits you down on the laundry machine. He is between your legs, hands on your waist and lips claiming yours in a kiss. 

You smile and hum, tangling your fingers in his hair. He smiles as well, tugging on your lower lip before putting distance between your faces.

You cradle his cheeks, rubbing them softly. He leans into your touch, rubbing your waist. His eyes are spilling over with love and as he speaks, he does so in a soft voice.

“I just love being alive with you”, he says. He caresses your waist, your hips, your stomach and chest before landing on your face. “I love the way your skin feels, warm and soft. I love the way your hair falls, so beautiful and perfect. I love the way your eyes are so full of life and beauty and love how soft your lips are. You’re perfect and I love you.”

You smile, kissing his thumb as he guides it over your lips.

“I love you too, Kookie.”

“No but, I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Jungkook lowers his eyes shyly, “I’m sorry, it’s getting too much, right?”

You tilt his head back up, mirroring his adoring gaze, “this could never get too much, my sweetie.”

He smiles giddily.

“Although I do fear that dinner might be getting cold if we keep being so sappy.”

“Oh dinner! I totally forgot. Wow baby, I’m so happy to be home”, he says, widening his eyes dramatically and rubbing his own tummy, “I’m so ready to eat, wah baby seriously.”

You snicker, “me too, baby.” You jump off the washing machine and take his hand. “First I wanna put on a shirt though. I’m not down to get sweet and spicy sauce on my titties.”

“Why not? You have me. I can clean everything you get on your boobs. I promise, I’m an expert.”

“You’re a dork, that’s what you are”, you say in a chuckle and a fond roll of your eyes.

[woundedoves]

yan!Aven trying to breed AMAB M!Reader when there’s no possible way that you could be, he fucks his cum into you over and over again until you’re a sobbing mess, your dick throbbing as he drives his cock in and out, his cum gushing out of your hole as he grunts and moans in your ear, “I’m gonna knock you up, get you soft and ready, make you all mine so you can never leave…” deluded himself into somehow thinking he could knock you up, every night he’s not busy will be spent with your ass full of his cum.

yan!Aven collaring his boyfriend as he coos, gets him the absolute best of the best, the cutest colours and the cutest name tags, loves just having you on his lap naked and humping his thigh as he watches with awe at how well the collar compliments your skin colour<3 you’re the cutest puppy, he’ll take good care of you and breed you so well, you’d never wanna run away from him ever again! <3

you remember what happened last time, right darling?^^

[holylulusworld]

Right number

Summary: I need for a new job you call the friend of a friend.

Pairing: Mobster!Lloyd Hansen x SugarBabe!Reader

Warnings: sugar babe trope, Lloyd being Lloyd, implied darkish Lloyd Hansen, daddy kink, smut, unprotected sex, pet names, doggy style, dumbass/naive? reader, implied blowjob, mentions of edging, implied/mentions of kidnapping

Catch up here: Wrong number

“Aw, don’t hold back sugar plum,” Lloyd coos in your ear. He loves to toy with you and to play the nice guy. Lloyd whispers gentle words in your ear while his cock stretches your poor cunt out. “I want to hear every moan and scream you try to keep down your throat.”

“Nghh…” You bite your wrist. It’s a trick. Lloyd told you to remain silent and not to make the tiniest noise while he has his way with you.

“Louder, baby cakes,” he taunts. “I want to hear you make the cutest noises!”

You sniffle as the pleasure gets too much. Lloyd snaps his hips faster into your ass, causing a tiny whimper to escape your throat. 

Lloyd loves having full control over your body like this. His weight on top of you keeps you immobile. You can’t do more than take his punishing thrusts.

“This cunt is worth every buck I spent on you, cupcake. So, fucking tight and needy for my big cock,” you whine a little louder this time. “Aw, is Daddy stretching you out again?”

You nod. 

“You know I love to hear it.”

“You’re stretching me out so good with your big cock, Daddy,” you choke the words out. Close, so painfully close to your release you don’t want to mess things up again. If you do, Lloyd won’t let you come for a week or longer. “Please…”

“You’ve been such a good girl for me lately,” he drives into you, as deeply as possible. “How can I deny you your orgasm, my greedy girl.”

“Please…”

He stops moving at all. “Shush. No begging or you won’t cum. Do you want to go back to the first days,” Lloyd whispers in your ear. “Do you?”

You shake your head and choke out a sob. The first days after Lloyd made it his mission to turn you into his new sugar babe were torture. 

He would promise you the sweetest things, only to snatch them out of your hands. Giving you a choice was never an option to Lloyd. 

He knew about your financial situation, and that you’d do anything to get a new job, and not run back to your father, begging him to help you out.

If you had to call Lloyd daddy to get all the shiny things you ever wanted - so be it. (Not that he would’ve let you slip through his talented fingers.)

At least that’s what you thought.

That was until Lloyd introduced you to his special kink. Edging. That mustache-wearing bastard loves to make you beg and scream only to not let you cum.

Every swirl of his tongue or thrust of his cock turns into a nightmare if he’s in one of his moods. - Especially after you fucked something up.

“I’ll be so good for you,” you wiggle underneath Lloyd, praying he will give you what you’re craving since he claimed your body for the first time. “Promised.”

He nips at your neck, taking his time to turn you into a whimpering and desperate mess. 

“Since I’m the only one allowed to feed your kitty with cock, you are going to be my good girl,” Lloyd purrs in your ear. “I trained my sweet cupcake well.”

You close your eyes and let yourself relax. Lloyd purrs and grunts, satisfied with your submissive behavior. 

“You deserve the world,” he starts moving again. Slower this time to let you feel every drag of his cock against your walls. He wants to drag his orgasm out, to give you more time to beg and moan.

Lloyd just loves to feel you fall apart around him after he edged you for days. “Cum for me, baby cakes. I know you need it…”

“Lloyd, please,” you tug at his wrist. “I must go and let my father know that I’m still alive. After all the horrid things Ben told him about you he’s worried and won’t stop calling. What if he calls the cops?”

“Well then you will tell them that you love taking my cock any time of the day,” he smirks and leans back in his armchair. “You do love my cock, right?”

You lick over your lollipop, humming happily because Lloyd bought you your favorite brand and flavor. Cherry pie. “It’s my favorite cock,” you murmur around the lollipop. “I don’t need any other cock.”

“Come here,” he says and pats his lap. “I want to taste the lollipop too. Maybe I’ll consider your request and let one of my men drive you to your father.”

“Yes!” You giggle and hop onto Lloyd’s lap, straddling him. “You’re the best, Lloydie,” you wiggle in his lap and peck his lips. “You must have a taste.” You thrust the lollipop into his mouth. 

“Hmm…tastes good,” he hums around the lollipop. “Your pussy still tastes better, but we will remember the brand and flavor.”

“Can I go, Lloydie,” you run your index finger over his chest. As much as he scares the shit out of you sometimes, he’s always warm and smells so good. You feel safe with Lloyd, even though, he likes to spank your ass if you are a bad girl.

“If you stop calling me Lloydie, I will let you visit your father,” Lloyd thrusts the lollipop back into your mouth. “And after you come back to me, we will go on a short vacation. Daddy needs to take care of a few bad guys and needs his cupcake to help him relax.”

You giggle because helping Lloyd relax means non-stop fucking. 

“Yeah,” you're giddy and wiggle in his lap. “Will you do the thing with your finger again?” You lick over the lollipop watching Lloyd’s eyes darken. “Maybe I can taste something sweeter before I visit my father too.”

“Dad, I’m fine,” you sigh deeply while looking around your father’s living room. It’s still the same. The room looks like the last time you visited him.

Nothing has changed in his life while yours got turned upside down the moment Lloyd stood in front of your door.

He just took you with him, throwing you over his shoulder. Lloyd declared you are his new sugar girl and that he’ll give you everything you ever wanted.

“That man kidnapped you!” Your father insists. “You didn’t answer any of my calls for the last months.”

“I didn’t know you wanted to talk to me. Before I met Lloyd you hadn’t called in two years,” you huff. “So, here I am. I’m alive and well. Now leave Lloyd and me alone. I got to go now.”

“He’s the worst! He hit Ben!”

“Yeah, because that fucker gave me the wrong number. That drunk asshat confused the numbers, and I ended up having a job interview with the wrong guy.”

You turn to leave. “Wait! That man brainwashed you or something! Stay here and we will find a way to free you from that man!”

“I don’t need saving,” you stick your tongue out. “Lloydie is good to me. In any way.”

“What do you want?” Lloyd groans into the phone. He watches you lick over the wide head (enjoying his cock as much as your lollipop).

Your father barks into the phone, telling Lloyd to keep his hands off his daughter. 

“Aw, but she’s my baby girl too,” you can hear the smirk in Lloyd’s voice. He pats your head, encouraging you to take him down your throat. “After all, she calls me daddy too…”

Tags in reblog.

[deadguywalkin]

sam+seb+alex hcs,

cw nsfw at the end, eds, disorders, and the likes

mdni with this post because i will be dropping some extra nsfw stuff here , or just don’t read/interact with the last bit

sambastian:

they baby each other WAAAYY too much. randomly holding each other’s faces and cooing at each other and getting sad, peppering each other’s faces.

i stole this from someone but they probably cried the first time they had sex

so so sappy. they’re just so lovesick for each other. 

sam is bigger than him but insists on sitting in his lap

in the middle of the night, waking up ‘baby… baby..’ ‘..what?’ ‘nothing. i just love you.’

comfortable silence. sam always feels a need to talk and entertain people, but he feels at peace with sebastian since he already tells him everything and doesn’t have much to say beyond that.

sebalex:

‘__kg of protein…… i need to eat you’

alex thinks he’s the cutest thing ever. sebastian thinks alex needs to fuck off

‘you’re so babygirl’ ‘shut the fuck up’

alex is still scared of sebastian. he’s still always going to be slightly scared of him

they don’t understand each other, but it gives them so much more to love learning more and more about stuff they’ve never heard of before

hugs from behind and whispering into ears

sebastian has trouble remembering to eat, alex always seems to have something on hand and remind him

samalex

they’re SO boyfriends who constantly hype each other up

*sobbing* ‘i love you.. bro’ *tears in his eyes* ‘broski.. i love you too.’

just so much praising each other and telling each other how awesome they are

so much cuteness aggression. they’re just squeezing and crushing each other constsntly

sam is in every single comment section of every one of alex’s instagram posts gatekeeping him. ‘EVERYONR LOOK AWAY THATS MY MAN!!!!’

sam/alex + sebastian

hugging him from behind and kissing him

carrying him just to piss him off.

sebastian steals their clothes. but they let him because he looks really cozy

pinning him down and biting him. forcefeeding him affection and kisses, nomnomnomnom

constantly grabbing at his thighs or waist

he’s so tired and unmotivated, has depressive episodes from time to time. they like helping him out.

he just likes sitting in their laps while doing whatever and letting the bigger guys engulf him

has to do all of the thinking for them. they always shut their brain offs when they’re around sebastian so he has to make sure they’re not walking into poles

‘sorry, they were dropped on the head as babies.’ he says while apologizing to whoever sam or alex are talking to

literally cannot handle how horny sam and alex are. they are insane

sam/sebastian + alex

always sitting in his lap. he’s so comfy

‘ah.. long day of work…… i’m exhausted. time to shove my face in this himbo’s titties and exhale loudly’

reassuring him quietly with soft pecks to his face

they hold his bicep when walking with him

they steal his clothes a LOT and he would love to retaliate but unfortunately he would rip their clothes 

they’re so gentle with him. everyone thinks he’s tough but they know how fragile and sweet he is and they just think he’s so baby

alex has some kind of body dysmorphia and gym related eating disorder. they always remind him to eat normally and not body check so much, checking in on his meals a lot and making sure he’s not eating some weird gym rat concoction

doesn’t get their music / music taste but is happy to listen anyways

alex/sebastian + sam

sam comes home and is immediately like ‘mmfffjfghgf….’, dropping his head on their thighs and they immediately know to start playing with his hair, no questions asked

constantly yapping to them. cannot shut his mouth. they like the background noise though

token white boy, very confused when they shower him with spanish and korean pet names and compliments

>> 

🏈: ay, mi querido, sam💗

🦇: 내 아기 🖤

☀️: .. uh-huh

needs so much attention and love. very high maintenance boyfriend

he’s just the sweetest ever. he loves holding them and listening to whatever’s bothering them. he’s the type to focus on everyone else’s problems as he ignores his own

adhd boy. he needs help staying on task with whatever he needs to work on. 

plays his old acoustic while close to them, singing to them. they love it

completely nsfw hcs beyond this point !!!!!

samalex have definitely researched how to properly suck tdick

sebalex ‘missionary so we can continue arguing’

alex’s abs are just. they’re just feral over them

sam has a perfect ass, no kidding. skater boys and their beautiful asses….

so much ass grabbing. these three cannot keep their hands off of each other

sam was definitely alex’s first cis guy

sebastian with his eyeliner running down his cheeks ………yes

have to mention again.. sam is SO whiney and cracky, he’s so vocal

alex is low and mildly vocal but can have a twinge of sounding desperate at times

sambastian fingering/mutual masturbation…. while holding each others faces lovingly and cooing at each other (based off of crispy’s trans seb art)…… save me…………

samalex:

[vynwan-cbq]

Mindbreak

MDNI!!

Pairing: miguel o'hara x gn!reader

Warnings: this is the dirtiest smut I've ever thunk. Mindbreak, size kink, rough sex, praise, degradation, no protection (use protection y'all), use of "papi" and "daddy", some use of Spanish bc he definitely speaks in Spanish when he's close. The only part where it's not gender neutral is where the Spanish words have a gender to a word (ex: bonita/bonito).

Synopsis: Miguel loves watching your mind break ☹️ 🫶.

A/N: I'M OVULATING AND MIGUEL O'HARA IS ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT.

“Miggy- mmgh- mmMM- MMM!” You let out a moan at each thrust, each one getting higher pitched and breathier.

He can’t stop admiring you, watching you inch upwards on the bed from how hard he’s going. All he can think about is how good you’re being for him. Your aching hole twitches and flutters around him as if you’re taking him for the first time all over again. You don’t think you’ll ever get used to his size.

And the cutest part about it is that you’re blushing. The fluttering feeling of his cock stuffed in you never left either. You’re so goddamn shy, it makes him want to go rougher on you just to see your mind break and hear you moan carelessly.

He simply chuckles in amusement, a boyish grin taking over his features. “Tan bonita/o,” he hums in your ear, as if he isn’t drilling himself into you. You simply whimper, “thank you,” between your pretty moans. “Why so polite baby? Hm? Am I not fucking you well enough for your mind to break?” He feigns a pout and you shake your head frantically.

“No, it’s so good, papi, so good! I’m- I- oh~ I just wanna show you I can take you well,” You whisper that last part, and his eyes roll to the back of his head like that sentence gave him as much pleasure as your little cunt was.

He drops his head into your neck and gives in to his demons, going faster and harder. He didn’t care about the part of him that wanted to be gentle with you. He just needed to see you scream and writhe under him. You didn’t know he could go this rough. Your mouth forms an “o” and nothing comes out of your mouth for a few moments. “Sweet thing” he growls into your neck, littering sloppy, open-mouthed kisses all over it. “You always take me so well, bebé, your little hole takes me so well,” he manages to look at you.

He’s blushing, his heart is skipping a beat every second, eyes hooded, and so drunk on you. You let out a loud, choked moan, your voice no longer caught in your throat at the sudden change in pace. “I was scared to hurt you, sunshine,” he says with a lewd smile, “but I figured you could take a little more.” You moan at each thrust, doing your best to listen to him.

“Papi wanted to see you stupid and fucked out, baby. When you’re like this, all you can do is moan and take daddy’s cock, huh?”

“Too pretty,” he purrs, holding your chin with his index and thumb as you let moans flow out of you. “My pretty little fuckthing.”

You nod at his words meekly. You flutter around him, starting to near your climax. He nearly buckles at the feeling, frantically thrusting harder and chanting your name. “Papi- ahn- I-I’m gon-nna cum!” You squeal into his neck, nails dragging along his back.

He whimpers softly, “’m gonna cum too, baby, ‘m gonna cum in your pretty cunt. Would you like that?”

“Oh, please!” You sob, tears flowing out of your eyes. He lets out a breathy moan when he feels your walls clench around him wildly as you cum, sending him over the edge in a flash. “Mmmmierda,” he growls, continuing to thrust as his sticky cum fills you up.

You’re still unable to think for yourself as he’s kissing your face all over. He places gentle ones on your eyes, wiping your tears away. “You did so well,” he whispers against your lips, “I’m so proud."

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

Longing:

𝒍𝒆𝒆: Jisung

𝒍𝒆𝒓: Minho

𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘦𝘢 𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨! 💗🧋

𝕥𝕨: anxiety, belly button tickles, cheer up tickles

𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeonginsdiary @leeknowstan33 @v--143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkytornpages @lajanaa

Being someone who has anxiety personally, I tried to truly put into words what it feels like. I hope you all enjoy 🤞🏼

Even breathing felt daunting to Jisung. He had been teetering on the edge of a huge anxiety attack all day, and no words could even describe what pain he was experiencing.

It was unpredictable, messy and overwhelming, powerful and insidious, so unexpectedly deliberating. 

Jisung could feel his heart rate pick up, his slow breathing turned into quick gasps for breath, and waves of panic agitated his whole body. 

He gasped and whined in pain, tears began to flow down his cheeks, and he desperately sobbed for relief. 

Jisung tried to stop crying or shaking or anything. He couldn’t let anyone in the group see him in this state. 

Except one person. 

He grabbed desperately at his phone, feeling guilty. 

‘He’s in dance practice. You’re disturbing him.’ His brain told him. 

The guilt only fueled the anxiety, and Hannie panted, his lungs suddenly didn’t work, and he could feel his vision going blurry. 

He shakily dialed the number, dropping the phone once the call was on speaker. 

His hands were too weak to even hold his phone. 

‘Hello?’ A voice drifted through the air, and Jisung almost weeped in relief. 

“Hyung.” He gasped, body shaking with more sobs. “H-Help me. Please…I c-can’t breathe…” Hannie wheezed painfully. 

It was never normally this bad, however today was different. 

“Please. D-Don’t hang up on me…I need you…hyung.” Jisung let out a few more tears, splattering against the dark screen of his phone. 

Nothing. Lee Know didn’t say…anything. 

Jisung clenched and unclenched the fabric of his shirt, sobs finally racking his body as guilt overwhelmed him in waves. 

‘He doesn’t care about you. No wonder he isn’t saying anything. You’re pathetic…’ His brain told him, and Hannie only sobbed harder. 

Then the door opened and shut, and a pair of arms wrapped around him 

His hug was stronger than anything Hannie had ever felt before, firm but not restricting, soft but not loose.  

In that moment, feeling him so close, Jisung was awake somehow, more alive than he had been all week. 

Minho’s chin came to rest on Hannie’s head, rocking him back and forth gently. 

Minho cared. He didn’t mind the tears now soaking his shirt. He didn’t mind that Jisung was vulnerable. He didn’t care about his practice, but more so Hannie’s feelings. 

“Hyung.” Jisung’s broken sob split the silence in the air, only filled with his tears. 

Lee Know could feel his heart tighten as he only pulled the younger closer, letting him know that he didn’t need to say anything, and that he would be there. 

About an half hour of silence passed between the two. 

Minho’s arms were starting to feel numb, but he didn’t care. 

He pulled away before wiping the tears off his dongsaeng’s face, which was exhausted and timid. 

“You know…” He started gently. “I must have given Hyunjin a heart attack with how fast I ran out of there after you called me. I know you’re feeling guilty. I’m so glad you called me, because now, I get to take care of you.” 

“Do you need anything? Cheesecake, cuddles…me?” Lee Know adds on cheekily at the end, resulting in the cutest giggle from the quokka in his arms. 

Jisung had an idea. A spark that would really help him relax. 

“Hyung…can you do the…thing?” Hannie guided Minho’s hands to his waist, pressing a little.  

“Oh? You want me to tickle you? Okay…where?”

Jisung squeaked at the word, his ears turning bright red. He slammed his hands over his face.

Lee Know decided not to tease the poor boy today, considering he was already pretty flustered. 

“Where do you want your tickles, Sungie? I’m all yours~” Minho whispered in Hannie’s ear, and the boy only went redder and whined. 

“Here please? Just…there.” The younger guided Minho’s hand to his bellybutton, pressing lightly into the button. 

“Hm? Why there Sungie?” Lino asked, still clearly confused. 

“Um..It’s kinda…superticklishpleasejustdoitdontteaseme.” Jisung blurted out. 

“Awww! Your bellybutton is ticklish? Well, I already knew that, but i’ll just focus on this little button today, how about that?” Lee Know cooed. 

This only made Hannie whine, flustered beyond belief and incredibly needy for tickles. 

Lino decided to get started, pinning the quokka’s arms under his torso, allowing the older to have full acces to the quokka’s belly. 

Minho lifted the younger’s shirt, sending a teasing poke at the exposed belly. 

“nOhoho!” Jisung giggled when Minho menacingly scribbled once over his belly. 

“Cutieee~” Minho cooed as he rubbed over Hannie’s sensitive button, eliciting strained squeaks of laughter. 

“What a ticklish…little belly button.” Lino teased, circling his finger over the small spot. 

“pleeeease hyung!” Han whined as he tried to buck his hips to meet the finger. 

“Move again, and you won’t get your tickles.” Lee Know told him sternly, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips. 

Minho ducked his finger down, tracing the rim of the button with his fingernail, and just that small gesture had Jisung whining through his giggles, twisting his head side to side. 

“ahahaha! ihihit-AGH!” He suddenly screeched when the swirling finger dipped inside for a split second, pulling out a moment later. 

“no! go bahahack!” Jisung giggled when the finger scratched over the area, not allowing for a moment’s break. 

“nohoho teheheasing!” Hannie whined when Minho sent another smirk his way, clearly amused. 

After another five minutes of the torturous scratching, Hannie let out a frustrated scream when the finger dipped in again, just to go out seconds later.

Then Minho dipped his pinky in, and the laughter that Jisung let out made the cat dad feel like bottling it up and selling it. 

“HYUUUNG! HAHAHA! IHIHIT TICKLES SO BAHAHAHAD!” The quokka only burst into more boisterous laughter when Minho scribbled along the area with his other hand. 

The older only let up after multiple kisses to the belly button, which had Jisung squealing every time. 

Lino shuffled into the bedsheets, determined to cheer up his friend with a movie night.

i hope you enjoyed! please check my intro post before interacting! love ya! 💕💗💖

the beginning of this fic rlly hit different

i feel like today is the right day to post this...i really need comfort ig

[daisybell17]

Sub!loki hc’s:

let’s be honest, despite this man fights for power and authority, all he really wants is to let loose, to relax, to be obedient and all this became his reality when he met you

always wants to hold hands, fingers interlocking, no matter where you are or what you’re doing, your touch is all he wants

before bed he always snuggles closer to you, face buried into your neck as you whisper sweet nothings into his ear

“my beautiful beautiful boy”

“you’re the best thing that happened to me you know?”

“i’m here honey, i’m going nowhere”

“you’re always my good boy you know that?”

“god you’re the cutest my love”

he lets heavy breaths out as you continue to shower him with praises and he soon falls asleep in your embrace

he follows you WHEREVER you go, to the shared quarters of the compound, to parks and ESPECIALLY to missions (he specifically asked tony to assign all your missions together because he always fears for you and wants to protect you at all costs)

he will do anything to please you, in the same way you do everything to please him.

you constantly give him head scratches and hugs

you kiss him all over his face, up along his neck and jaw, FOREHEAD KISSES, cheek kisses, nose kisses and most importantly, on his precious pretty lips

he makes sure to compliment you all day everyday, reminding you that you are the most beautiful and perfect being he’s had the honour to know, let alone date.

“gods darling i’m so lucky to have you”

“you are the most beautiful person i have had the privileged to know”

“you’re all i ever wanted and needed”

on Loki’s bad days, he’ll act all distant and quiet to everyone, even you at times if it was really bad, its only in your private quarters does he sob into your chest and you always accept him and love him with open arms

Those are nights you make it your priority to remind Loki that he’s loved and that you weren’t ever going to leave

Loki becomes whiny and needy for you, for your touch and for your attention

Loki goes absolutely berserk when another guy tries getting close to you

He starts panicking and crying a little, always scared you’d leave him for someone else, his jealousy acts up and he will do absolutely ANYTHING to capture your attention, from begging to being a brat

Nonetheless, you would never leave your good boy, he’s all you’ve ever wanted and no other man or god could ever compare

“You’re such a good boy honey” you say as you leave hickeys down his neck and chest, claiming him “You’re mine…all mine pretty boy and no one can tear us apart”

he let’s loose in these intimate moments, always wanting to be good, always wanting to be your good boy.

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(a/n): heyo! it’s been a hot minute since i posted hc’s and i kept this one quite short! been slightly obsessed with sub!loki for awhile and so i wrote this up! hope you enjoyed :)

[venbetta]

This is Tumblr, we're all wild animals with zoomies. Please share your thoughts.

You right... you're so right

Time to vomit all of my thoughts then-

I’m gonna have to be so sparring with the pictures due to the 10 image limit *sob* whatever i'll figure it out,,

Also I'm gonna say this- Freddy isn't possessed by Michael Afton in this. I don't mind Glammike, but I love the idea of Freddy just becoming a “deviant” I guess. Robots becoming human. They should totally make a game or something… wink wink.

I'm gonna just dig into the lyrics and breakdown my thought process for some of the frames… (I'm not doing every lyric, only some that stood out)

So, the meaning of “My Way” is based around self determination, that's the basic gist. I personally interpreted it as individualism, seeing how the lyrics have certain phrases based around it.

I had heard this song at the beginning of this year and immediately thought of Freddy. I also remember hearing the ai cover version at one point… (moving on)

And it was pretty obvious that most people agreed that this was his song.

Let's break it down >:]

And now, the end is near

And so I face the final curtain

I started the scene with Freddy walking on the third floor atrium, and I guess I took “I face the final curtain” literally since he's looking at the main stage lmao

My friend, I'll say it clear

Small side note, it's literally the most miniscule detail, but I felt like he was referring to Bonnie when he said “my friend” … It doesn't help that he's on the same floor as Bonnie Bowl.

I've lived a life that's full

Freddy reflecting about his “life” performing alongside his friends, I specifically added Chica because she's one of the remaining members of the original trio. :)

Regrets I've had a few

But then again, too few to mention

I did what I had to do

And saw it through without exemption

This verse was the best way to describe Freddy's situation. He had to not only escort this kid around the pizzaplex but he had to make sure Gregory wouldn't get hurt. He didn't want to hurt his friends but he couldn't let them hurt Gregory either. While it's shown that the other glamrocks were shattered, him saying he has regrets, I thought about whether or not he did the shattering himself or it was Gregory.

I mean, canonically, it was all Gregory's doing, Freddy was an accomplice… (sort of), but in the back of my mind, a messed up part of me wanted it to be Freddy's doing. Especially when we get to the confrontation scene. Honestly it can be interpreted both ways. I've read a fic where Freddy killed his friends… very gruesome but badass.

Anyways have a Freddy ear wiggle... cutest fucking thing ever.

Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew

When I bit off more than I could chew

But through it all, when there was doubt

I ate it up and spit it out

I faced it all, and I stood tall

And did it my way

Another one of those verses where I went fucking crazy and said “THAT'S HIM.”

So as it's seen in the animatic, Freddy is trying to keep Gregory safe. Gregory was originally going to be in his stomach hatch during this fight scene, but as I mentioned, Freddy wouldn't have wanted him to be in serious danger, so.. I changed it to him carrying Gregory.

“I'm sure you knew when I bit off more than I could chew” refers to Gregory being aware of how much he was in danger, and Freddy deciding to bite the bullet towards confronting his friends. Even if it meant someone was going to get hurt.

“When there was doubt, I ate it up and spit it out.” God, I loved drawing Freddy clenching his fists. The hesitancy before just accepting that he has to protect Gregory at all costs. Maybe I took some of the lyrics and made them slightly literal? Idk. Either way, this scene was powerful, especially when he and Monty clashed together.

“I stood tall” to me shows how Freddy was no longer going to let his soft persona get in the way. This part was just very fun to draw and put together… :3

I've loved, I've laughed and cried

I've had my fill, my share of losing

And now, as tears subside

I find it all so amusing

Once again Freddy is thinking about his friends and life, I found this part kind of hard? Originally I wanted him to be surrounded by his friends, and have it fade to just him standing alone, but I didn't like how it was drawn lol. I improvised and had it be a poster instead.

Also there's something heartbreaking about how he examines his plushie. “I find it all so amusing”, I interpreted that as him being melancholic about the situation, looking between the plushie and Gregory by the exit.

To think I did all that

And may I say, not in a shy way

Ah yes, Freddy setting the plushie on fire. I like to think he makes up his mind at that moment that none of this was worth it anymore. Once again, that interpretation of him being complacent to his friends being shattered kinda fits into this line a little, “I did all that”, as if he's surprised he had it in him to go that far to protect Gregory.

I did it my way

…self explanatory. Freddy said, “Yeah nah I'm done. Burn this bitch to the ground.”

I mean, that's basically the fire escape ending if I'm being honest. Mine's just funnier.

For what is a man, what has he got?

If not himself, then he has naught

To say the things he truly feels

And not the words of one who kneels

The record shows I took the blows

And did it my way

The final stretch. So this verse is pretty heavy, also I had to pace this correctly… I'm surprised I managed to fit the climax in.

“For what is a man” when I heard that line for the first time… fire no pun intended. It's also kinda ironic(?) Freddy says this, since he's an animatronic… but me personally, I saw it as an epiphany for him. He's acknowledging his own individualism, and that's all he has now. He made the decision to protect Gregory, to fight his friends, and now he's making the choice to burn everything down.

“To say the things he truly feels, and not the words of one who kneels” Good shit. He's not taking orders from anyone anymore, he's gone full deviant now.

And with the confrontation with Vanny, he makes the impulsive decision to take her out, going down with her. “I did it my way” the grand climax of the song, where he throws both of them off the building… lowkey my favorite part. I had fun using the tracking tool on the editing program to make them pan across the screen in slow mo…

But yeah, Freddy was gonna go down his own way- even if it was unnecessary.

Yes it was my way

The fall and the brief daze and fear in his eyes…

There's something about the acceptance in his eyes that makes my chest swell.

I'm surprised I haven't cried to this animatic yet.

I'm sure I'm not the only person who doesn't like this ending of SB… it's so weird and confusing. I laughed my ass off watching it due to how whacky it was… also I still believe that Vanessa on the roof was an apparition/ghost. Idk… it makes sense to me.

The fact that I made this ending have more impact makes it more satisfying. I know it was very indulgent but like… that was the point. I know Freddy's characterization in the game is pretty limited, outside of him being a goofball, but he had genuine moments where there was something else there (I'm looking at the true ending scene).

Listen, I headcanon Freddy as someone who's sweet and puts on his best face but has the entire company of FazEnt on his shoulders and all he can do is tolerate it because he was made to entertain. Having him not only have an existential crisis but an epiphany lets Freddy shine a little more.

I say the best part during the animatic process is looking at the lyrics and breaking them down for the story. It helps with pacing :)

I plan to do another fnaf animatic this weekend, so look forward to some wips… if I decide/remember to share

Feel free to ask me anything, I'll try to answer them!

:)

[kalevalakryze]

Goth Dad Skills

Relationships: Shin Hati & Baylan Sköll Characters: Shin Hati, Baylan Sköll Warnings: This is 💕fluff💕 Notes: This also actually reminded me to go bleach my own hair asdfghjkl ANYWAYS GUYS CAN WE TALK ABOUT THIS? !!!!!! I’m sobbing, I am kicking my feet, my heart is fulfilled and I am in love, this is the cutest thing and we need more, because Baylan is a good Goth Dad who loves his adopted murder child !!!! (summary taken from Mine ) Word Count: 1,419 VERY EXCITED TAGGING WITH ALL THE LOVE IN MY BODY: @thegirlsinthecity AO3 Link: Here! Summary: Sabine’s fingers carded through their hair. “How much work do you put into this?” Frowning at how off-track things had gone, Shin’s hands shifted to rest under Sabine’s thighs as shift her weight around, hiking her further up against the wall and her hips as she thought. “My Master helps me every couple weeks?” “Seriously? Baylan can dye hair? Sick,” Sabine shifted to press their lips together, slower than Shin had become accustomed to.

Every few weeks, brown started to overtake the mop of platinum on her head, dead ends of her hair would tickle at her cheeks and get stuck in her face, bringing an irritable Shin to the surface.

Truly, they could be hard to deal with when their hair started to grow and their original hair color would start to fade back in. The first time Baylan had tried to work with Shin after her hair had grown below her shoulder blades and the brown went past her ears, she’d nearly tore his head off during her lessons.

He hadn’t known what to do, then, only when Morgan mentioned the change in his Padawan’s appearance effecting her behavior did he cautiously approach the topic. They’d been cautious to accept his help, and he’d been cautious to mess up her hair, but it had come with its rewards in the form of a calmer Apprentice and a new skill to learn.

Baylan had come to learn the approaching signs that his apprentice needed a hand that she would not ask for (He’d seen what happens when she tried to do her own hair and was unwilling to handle that chaos ever again). Their fingers would tug through the ends of their hair and a look of annoyance would cross their lips, or they would keep their hood pulled over their head, even when it was just the two of them.

Shin’s boot was pressed into the console of the war table, other leg dangling in the space between her seat and the edge of the table. Her hood was pulled low over her eyes, though he could see her restlessness in the way she tugged at the strands of dead platinum hair poking past her hood.

“Apprentice,” He called as he stepped into the cabin, his hand resting on the back of the seat. He was silent until their head begrudgingly raised from the zoned out staring at the hologram of the star system.

“Master,” Her voice was quiet, gruff, and tired. Baylan knew that the reminder of her hair reverting to its state before he’d taken her in served as a reminder of the life she’d lived before him, that wanting to leave it all behind was difficult when she couldn’t look into a mirror without staring at her past. Her eye makeup was scrubbed away, leaving only the bags under her eyes to contrast against pale and red rimmed skin.

With more confidence than he’d usually felt, he reached to brush her hood back with a calm hand. Her eyes narrowed, though she said nothing as he studied the inches of growth, brown hair thick where it leveled with their eyebrows. “Come,” He called, patting the back of the seat before disappearing down the small hall to his cabin.

Shin’s boots on the durasteel floor announced her presence a few minutes after he’d entered his room. It was spartan in design, though star maps and etchings were hung up around the walls, as well as a trinket or two from the Clone Wars, incentive to follow the Nightsister’s mission to find Thrawn.

Their stool was sitting in the center of the room, with the acidic smelling chemicals that would change their hair color being mixed carefully in his hands. Shin dropped onto the stool without a word, unhooking their cloak and bunching it up in their hands. Once the mixture was complete, he’d passed the bowl to Shin before grabbing her cloak from her hands and hanging it on a hook near his desk, smoothing out the wrinkles before he’d returned.

On his desk, a small music player sat between his datapad and his spare lightsaber pieces. As he hung the cloak up, he’d reached for a spare music file before sliding it into the device. A Galan-Kalank album fired up, various instruments harmonizing with Corellian voices filling the small room.

The disposable gloves they’d had on board were too small for his hands, but he’d made it work, latex stretched out across his fingers and threatening to rip. Taking the mixing bowl from Shin, he’d set to work.

Each layer of the harsh chemical was carefully applied and worked through to where brown met darkening blonde, generous amounts of bleach were spread across her head, though he was always careful to leave just a little bit of brown closest to her scalp. The holonet had some terrifying images about the hair bleaching process, even for a man who’d seen the worst of the wars.

Shin stayed silent as he worked the small brush through her hair, arms crossed over her chest as the heel of her boot caught on the bar of the stool, other foot bouncing against the ground as she waited. Her appreciation was shown not in words, but in the way her head would dip back into his hand, or when she would move her head where he needed without needing to be asked.

After the laborious process of applying the chemical was finished, he’d bunched her hair up to the top of her head, using a clip to keep it in place, while allowing her padawan braid to dangle outside of the material he used to wrap her head to trap the heat.

The time was passed by Baylan passing his datapad over with an old assignment, leaving her to read quietly while he cleaned up and grabbed what he would need to cut her hair after she rinsed it out.

His internal clock warned him of their time approaching. “I will be here once you finish,” He informed her as she started to rise. Setting the tablet back on the desk, she strode from his room to the fresher.

Baylan did not see her for another twenty minutes as she’d washed the excess out of her hair, though when she returned, the weight pressing in on her shoulders and the shackles that chased her were noticeably eased.

Their footsteps were lighter, lowering themselves onto the stool as they finished pulling a towel through their hair The brown was all but gone, with only her roots poking through damp strands of hair.

Now free of uncomfortable gloves, he began sectioning out her hair, softer than it had been when he’d gone through to bleach it after she put conditioner in it. Humming along to the music file he’d been given on Tattoine, a cheery quartet with a lot of sax, Baylan grabbed a brush from the stand, working out the knots she’d gained with careful hands.

His scissor work was exquisite as he’d lined her hair up and snipped away overgrown and dead strands, levelling the ends of her hair to fall above her shoulders. He was careful as he layered platinum strands, laying them out carefully before continuing until both sides of her hair were symmetrical, save for the unwound padawan braid, loose hair falling down her shoulder, crinkled from being taken out of the bands that kept it together.

He brushed out the strands of longer hair with a comb, before working through rebraiding the hair together with dark orange bands, until the braid could fall back against its home in her shoulder.

When he’d finished, he was met with Shin’s relaxed shoulders and closed eyes, arms still crossed over their chest, with none of the earlier tension. “Shin,” He called once, his hand resting heavy on her shoulder.

Silver blue eyes blinked open, her hand dropping to the saber on her belt for the briefest of moments, though her hand dropped away from her belt as she looked up at him. Now that she couldn’t feel her hair at her back moving their head was easier. Their hand raised to reach for the end of the Padawan braid brushing across her neck, letting the soft hair slide between her fingers before dropping back down. “Thank you, Master,” Her head dipped in acknowledgment of his work, and she allowed his hand to rest against the crown of her head.

“Whenever you need me, I’ll be there,” He promised with a conviction that his own Master had not granted him. The cycle of Masters not preparing their apprentices would end with him, he was certain of it.

Shin was sent off to bed so he could clean up the hair he’d cut away and return to his reading and music, the ship falling silent after some clanging from Shin’s disaster of a room, and the occasional rumble of their ship traveling through hyperspace.

[4imhry]

YOW THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVOURITE JAKE EDIT I MADE BECAUSE EAKDBJSHS LOOK AT HIM 😭🙏🏻

imagine: jake texted you saying he wouldn’t be able to make it home today because his manager rescheduled his flight.

since your boyfriend texted you last night he will be back home from his 3 months tour in europe, you had never been so excited before and decided to purchase all of his favourite snacks which is mostly ramen. in addition, you bought him a plushie—a golden retriever puppy since he resembled one.

you kept walking back and forth, not knowing how to contend the excitement after not seeing for 3 months—the longest period they had been separated from each other.

until a text put a frown on your face.

🐶 : I,m sorry, love. i don’t think I would make it home today:”(

your took a long breath as your fingers sluggishly typing a response, not knowing how to process what jake just texted.

it’s okay. 😆

a sad smile formed on your lips.

🐶: I’m so sorryyyyy PLEASE my manager told me last minute he rescheduled our flight. I was really looking forward to see you:

you chuckled at the text as if you can hear his voice in your head, actually saying it to you. jake has always been this clingy with you and you love it.

it’s fine reallyyyyyy ;)

🐶: you’re nottt I CAN TELL UR NOT OKAY YOU CANT FOOL ME

you sighed. well, that’s true.

IM FINE I SWEAR

🐶: y/n????? 🤨🤨🤨

okay I’m actually sad. a little.

🐶: WOW a little⁉️ I don’t think so.

“love?”

the familiar voice kept ringing in your ears. your breath hitched in your throat as you turned around, the familiar figure stood a few steps away from you wearing his god darn charming smile.

“someone is missing me so bad,hm?” you forgot you gave him your spare house keys before he went on a tour Incase he got home when you’re absent.

tears began swelling in yours eyes. you felt your throat began closing up. you couldn’t properly form a sentence upon seeing the person you had been yearning for months.

“jake..” you choked out a sob, running towards him and jake caught you with ease, you easily wrapped your legs around his waist. you cried harder at the smell of his cologne engulfing you as you buried your face in the crook of his neck.

you missed him. every inch of him.

and so did he.

he was sent into a fit of giggles seeing your reaction upon seeing his sudden appearance. he twirled you around before putting you on the kitchen counter, standing between your legs.

his eyes darted on your face for a while causing you to look down, not wanting him to see your tear stained face.

“let me look at you.” he lifted your chin, his other hand on your side. god, you were so beautiful.

you were a crying mess, still not being able to process your dear boyfriend was actually in front of you.

“why would you do that.” you sobbed.

“do what?”

“that.” you groaned, lightly hit him on the chest. he feigned a hurt expression, dramatically put his palm on his chest. he then slowly fluttered one of his eye open, a smirk tugged on his lips as he went to put both of his hands on your waist.

“i,m sorryyy.” he pouted. ugh, that puppy eyes can’t make you stay mad at him. one of your weaknesses and he surely knows how to use it well.

“apology accepted.” you booped his nose.

jake chuckled at your cuteness, cupping your cheeks as he caressed them delicately. his eyes darting around your face, admiring each of them closely. “i miss you so much. you have no idea how much i struggle to sleep without you being right by my side.” you cooed internally.

“I’ve been longing to be near you like this. it hurts knowing you have to deal with things alone without me being around.” and your love for your boyfriend grew even more, he was missing you as much as you did.

you melted into his touch, a giggle erupted from your lips. “i miss you too jakey. don’t think about it too much. the most important thing is you’re home now and I,m here, to be your sweet companion.”

“aren’t you the cutest thing ever?” he cooed, his hand went to messily ruffle your hair. he can’t help it. you were just too endearing in his eyes.

you only giggled in response. you were absolutely on a cloud nine at this moment.

“wanna go out and get some ice cream?” he suggested, grabbing your hands and entwined it with his.

“yes, please.” you weren’t able to wipe the smile of your face, the happiness of seeing your lover again was unbearable.

[honeybadgerwritings]

Imagine Eddie and Steve teasing the reader for being shy, but the moment someone else does it they immediately become all protective over you 😭

Oh my god they so would…this is the cutest fucking thing ever!!!

You’d just look up at them with a big ole’ pout on your lips, arms crossed over your chest, and they’d be staring down at you with shit eating grins.

“C’mon princess— no need to be so shy.” Eddie would lightly pinch your reddened cheek between his ringed fingers, “Dawww, look at those cheeks blush Stevie.”

The fluffy haired man would chuckle, bending down to your level and making you squirm under his gaze, “What’s the matter baby?” Tucking a stray hair behind your ear, “It’s just us… why so nervous?”

“Stop ittt!” You’d whine and stomp your foot, hiding your face in your crossed arms. They’d chuckle, relishing in your bashfulness. Eddie’d bend down next to Steve, smiling wide.

“Look at me honey.” And you’d shake your head, responding with a muffled “uh-uh.” Steve would snicker at that, hand reaching out to gently rub your lower back.

“Poor thing, can’t even look at us.” He’d make eye contact with Eddie, whose still enjoying this as much as he is. “You guys are mean.” You’d pout, still hiding your face, and Eddie would smirk, lifting your chin between his fingers so you have no other choice but to look at him and Steve.

“I know baby,” he’d look over to Steve and wink, “We’re just the meanest aren’t we?”

You’d nod, still pouting at them. Steve would lean forward, placing a kiss on your flushed cheek.

“We can’t help it though sweetness, you’re just too cute.”

But god help anyone else who tried to use your shyness against you. Maybe you’d helped another student by doing their homework for them, and hadn’t gotten a high enough grade on it to be satisfactory.

“You gonna say something?”

You’d want to tell them that it’s just a B+ and it’s nothing to cry over, but your shyness would get the better of you, and you’d shrink in on yourself.

“What, cat got your tongue? Too scared to own up to this— this bullshit?” Tears would begin to well in your eyes and you’d bite your lip, looking anywhere but at them. “Oh here we go, shy, stupid, and a crybaby. Can’t say I’m surprised.”

“Hey!”

The booming voice would appear out of nowhere, startling both of you.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” Another voice would fill the silence as you’d watch Eddie brush past you. Steve would be right behind him, stepping in front of you to keep you from the person’s view.

“Say that shit again, I dare you.” Eddie would seethe, towering over them, and the person would tremble underneath his gaze, rambling out apologies as they step away from the three of you.

“Shut the fuck up and get lost.” Steve would spit, and they wouldn’t hesitate, turning on their heel and scrambling down the hallway. They’d forget where they were for a second as they watch the student run, until they’d hear you sniffle behind them, spinning around to find you with a trembling lower lip and teary eyes.

“They- they said I’m shy and stupid and-” you’d cut yourself off with a choked sob. The boys would be on you in a second, cradling your face, whispering reassurances, whatever you needed.

“Oh honey, they don’t deserve these tears.” Steve would thumb away the salty wetness from your puffy cheeks, while Eddie’d hold you from behind, arms around your waist and his chin resting on your head. “You’re so perfect, there’s nothing wrong with being shy.”

“But I-”

“Ah ah-” Eddie would cut off your worried remark, “You heard Stevie. You’re perfect. Our perfect, smart little thing.”

You’d nod slowly, sniffling as Eddie’d place a gentle kiss to the top of your head, “You guys didn’t have to do that for me.”

“Course’ we did,” Steve would grin at you, “Besides, we’re the only ones who get to tease you for being shy.”

[the-iceni-bitch]

Bear just dreamily watching his Cubby sleep with a raging hard on……

Oh, my soft baby boys!!! This sparked something so I’m drabbling it!

Smut! No minors!

He was in love with Jake. Hopelessly, head over heels lost in the sauce for the adorable blonde man who was snoring softly and wrinkling his nose in his sleep while he made the cutest little noises. Fuck, ever since he moved him in, he couldn’t stop thinking about spending the rest of his life with that perfect little nerd.

He was in love with Jake. Hopelessly, head over heels lost in the sauce for the adorable blonde man who was snoring softly and wrinkling his nose in his sleep while he made the cutest little noises. Fuck, ever since he moved him in, he couldn’t stop thinking about spending the rest of his life with that perfect little nerd.

Jake rolled onto his side and reached out with a sweet little whine, sighing softly when his arm managed to hook around Ari’s waist and falling back into his deep sleep. Ari could already feel his morning wood getting even harder at the feeling of the love of his life’s touch, a deep ache starting to throb through his core as he ran his fingers over Jake’s bicep.

They had talked about this, Jake told Ari a thousand times that he needed his daddy’s touch more than anything and waking up to the feel of his cock anywhere on his body was the best way to start the day. The man had practically begged him. Ari had held off though, all the other ruining they indulged in, his baby needed to rest.

But fuck, he needed his cubby. His dick was so fucking hard it hurt. And when Jake squeezed Ari’s waist in his sleep and murmured something that sounded like his name, well, he couldn’t help it.

Ari purred as he rolled onto his side so he was facing Jake, pressing his chest right up against his baby’s and slowly rolling his hips against his cubby’s while he rubbed his bearded cheek against his temple. His dick throbbed when he felt Jake’s cock stir against his, grinding more as he felt it growing harder until he he finally wrapped his giant hand around both of them and stroked.

“Mmm…ah, bear?” Jake gasped when Ari swiped his thumb over his tip, his eyes fluttering open and his hands immediately gripping Ari’s biceps as he let out a desperate whine. “Oh god, Daddy…”

“G’morning, cubby.” Ari’s low growl made Jake whimper even more, a slow grin spreading over his face when the blonde buried his face in his bear’s throat as he thrust his hips into Ari’s fist. “You look too pretty sleeping, cubby, I couldn’t help myself.”

Jake just groaned in response, suckling on Ari’s neck and peeking at his daddy through his lashes as their dicks started leaking all over each other. He was already so close, Ari knew just how to touch him to make him weak, the hand that wasn’t jerky the two of them off grabbing his ass cheek and giving it a little jiggle while he kept choking his grip under their swollen heads.

Then Ari smacked his ass and bit at his ear at the same time he started begging Jake to come for him, telling him he bad he wanted his baby to make a mess all over both of their dicks until they couldn’t tell whose cum was whose, how he was going to suck their mess off his cubby’s pretty cock then fuck him nice and slow in the shower until he was fully awake.

Jake came with a bitten off sob when he came apart, arching his body into Ari’s as his toes curled and his eyes rolled back in his head. The poor man was just mewling and whimpering as Ari came right after him, the larger man smearing their combined cum all over their cocks until they both stopped twitching and throbbing. Ari couldn’t stop grinning when his baby just kept babbling mindless thank yous and wriggling when Ari rolled him onto his back and gave him a deep kiss. He pecked his cub’s lips one more time before starting to kiss his way down his chest, determined to keep his promise about cleaning his baby’s dick and fantasizing about picking out a ring.

[seonghwaddict]

finally got to reading this and it’s safe to say i’m a melted mess of giggles on the ground this was so unbearably cute

Smiles contentedly, even in his sleep, when you tell him how proud you are and how much you love and miss him.

no my heart can’t take sleep smiley joong. it barely even started and i’m already in love

Whenever he sees a cute object, be it little or big, his eyes gather the whole universe in them, an excited smile creeping on his face, as the only thing he can say is "Y/n! :D" 

When unboxing, he would just smile and proceed to take more out of his suitcase. 

NO STOP THE WAY I CAN SEE THIS HAPPENING I’M- 🥹

The moment the warmth of your praises engulfs him—he becomes a malfunctional boy; smiling from ear to ear, continuously staring at your texts, making everyone around him ask him if he is okay, if he needs to see a doctor or something (it's just his friends being the teases they are)—yet he wouldn't care, he is in love &lt;3

STOP STOP STOP THIS IS SO CUTE I’M CRYING I LOVE YUYU SO MUCH

He has to make sure his baby is being well taken care of even when he's away, doesn't he?

"What flowers, sweets? I didn't send you anything though?" The lie would slip through his lips, soon curling into a mischievous smile.

i’m fine no i’m not i’m on the verge of screaming into a pillow this is fine this is the most tooth rot tingly sweet thing ever

He came up with the sudden idea of you hugging your phones at the same time, as silly as that might sound.

"Y/nnnnn, do you feel it? The warmth?" He asks, his eyes shaped into little crescent moons, while the joy would dig little dimples into his cheeks.

ok and what if i cry. then what. THIS IS THE CUTEST THING IVE EVER READ WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME

He would send one right after he woke up, the hoarseness of his voice echoing through your ears and making you giggle.

Sometimes, he would send some in the middle of the day, and when you play them, you're met with the beauty of his singing voice, playing one of the songs he had written, just for you.

Mingi would also send you vocal texts of him silly laughing at random jokes, or funny videos, claiming that he doesn't want you to forget his laugh (don't forget he wants to hear yours too).

i’m an avid voice text anti and never send them but if it’s mingi that wants them trust i will be sending that shit every hour of every day. chip i am absolutely devastated why do you have to feed into my delusions like this

No one and nothing could hold him back from turning his camera on selfie mode and pressing the rec button (but also, no one can stop him when he's about to fall 'cause he doesn't see where he steps).

“I'm recording my daily vlog for Y/n, can't you see, San? When did you become so heartless?" He asked, hand holding his heart as San raised his arms, defeated.

"Sorry, angel. San is bothering me. Back to you now! :D"

recording silly little blogs for you is such a wooyoung thing to do omfg. THE SWITCH UP 😭😭

'Cause, the second you told him that you wanted to hear him, he didn't hesitate to immediately call you and start to sing another soulful song for you, smiling whenever you complimented him.

His passion was something great to watch too—from the way his eyelashes would stroke his skin whenever he closed his eyes, the way his mouth opened whenever he hits any high notes, to the confidence on his face.

He let a soft smile appear on his face, singing for you once again and only stopping when you finally fell asleep, whispering a sweet "Good night, sunshine."

PFFT I’M NOT CRYING- the way i’d literally risk it all to have an experience like this sobbing screaming sliding down the wall

Ateez and the things they do for you while on tour

Genre: established relationship, floof—lots of it, crack-ish?

Word count: 1.9k

Pairing: idols!Ateez x gn!reader

Warnings: pet names (+ reader calling Mingi princess), possible grammar mistakes

Taglist: @shakalakaboomboo, @pocketjoong-reads, @nebulousbrainsoup, @justhere4kpop, @bluehwale, @bluisheye93, @ssaboala, @i-luvsang, @ad0rechuu

Networks: @cromernet 🤍

Hongjoong - falling asleep on face-time

☆ Hongjoong keeps track of every single difference between his and your timezone, having it as a daily reminder on the world clock.

☆ It doesn't matter how tired he is after performing and melting million hearts;

☆ He could never be too tired for his love.

☆ Calls you when he's on his way to the hotel room if it's at a suitable hour;

☆ If not, he would settle for napping for a bit and set an alarm so he can call you at a reasonable time.

☆ Loves having your voice playing in the background for whenever sleep gets too hard to fight against (and if you start talking about your day, it's simply music for his ears).

☆ Smiles contentedly, even in his sleep, when you tell him how proud you are and how much you love and miss him.

☆ "You shined today too, baby. I am so, so, proud of you, and I hope you know that."

☆ Even when he's drowsy—droopy eyes, mouth slightly open, almost slipping into the dreams' world, he would never be too tired to mouth an "I love you too, love; thanks for being by my side,"—might come off as a mumble, but the intention is there.

☆ And that's the tutorial on how to make your sleepy Joong happy. :)

Seonghwa - buying souvenirs

☆ Seonghwa would buy the whole shop for you if he could. 

☆ Not that he didn't want to, but Yeosang—his shopping companion, didn't allow that to happen. 

☆ Whenever he sees a cute object, be it little or big, his eyes gather the whole universe in them, an excited smile creeping on his face, as the only thing he can say is "Y/n! :D" 

☆ Magnets? "These would look amazing on their fridge!" 

☆ Clothes? "I remember they said they needed a new cardigan." 

☆ Plushies? "Y/n's shelves have been pretty empty lately, these would look great in there :D." 

☆ And who are you to burst his bubble? It's not like you didn't try to tell him that he should tone it down; but he didn't even bother to listen to you, stuffing more and more into his luggage for when he comes home to show you. 

☆ When unboxing, he would just smile and proceed to take more out of his suitcase. 

☆ "Honey, you don't need to spend so much money on me…" You say, looking at the suitcase he claimed was filled with only souvenirs. 

☆ "Can you blame me, starlight? Let me spoil you." He smiles, settling himself on the floor as he keeps on unpacking, making you accept your fate and smile as well.

Yunho - sending you dancing videos

☆ This man is all but leaving you alone—not that you're complaining or anything. 

☆ He would send you videos of him practicing every single hour, maybe call you too, just to show (and maybe flex) his fantastic dancing skills. 

☆ Sometimes, he would even call you and ask you to learn something together—he just loves to see you dance with him, okay? 

☆ Always asks for your opinion first, on every cover he wants to post. 

☆ "I think that's good enough to post, Yun—" Wooyoung would try to say, but his friend would brush him off quickly. 

☆ "Let me ask Y/n first! :D" 

☆ The moment the warmth of your praises engulfs him—he becomes a malfunctional boy; smiling from ear to ear, continuously staring at your texts, making everyone around him ask him if he is okay, if he needs to see a doctor or something (it's just his friends being the teases they are)—yet he wouldn't care, he is in love <3. 

☆ "Of course it's amazing, Yuyu. You're doing amazing everytime <333." 

☆ He would melt into a puddle. 

☆ "No words can explain how thankful I am for you, my darling." 

Yeosang - delivering sweet nothings

☆ Yeosang would send special deliveries for his significant other.

☆ He has to make sure his baby is being well taken care of even when he's away, doesn't he?

☆ If you randomly get up due to the sound of your doorbell—know that Yeo planned something; again.

☆ Sometimes it's fresh food from your favorite restaurant; sometimes flowers bouquets.

☆ Sometimes, even your favorite hoodie of his—to remind you of him, and his scent.

☆ He would be sneaky and innocent about it too—he would never admit it's him (he would, you just have to be cute enough for it).

☆ "Yeoooo, the flowers you sent yesterday are still there! Where am I supposed to place these ones?"

☆ "What flowers, sweets? I didn't send you anything though?" The lie would slip through his lips, soon curling into a mischievous smile.

☆ Secretly—he enjoys it way too much—seeing how happy you are after the warm meal, how you couldn't stop smelling the flowers he chose for you.

☆ He loved you so much and he had to prove it somehow, even if he was miles away from you.

San - hugging his phone while face-timing

☆ San loves physical attention; he craves it—a lot.

☆ And though there's no way you can give it to him, he finds one, 'cause he's your smart boyfriend.

☆ He came up with the sudden idea of you hugging your phones at the same time, as silly as that might sound.

☆ Hugging the devices to your chests was giving him enormous comfort—not so much of a physical one, but one for the heart, at least.

☆ At first, you didn't expect him to want this to be a regular thing, you thought he would do it one time and then forget about it—or simply leave it aside.

☆ No. Your boyfriend started doing that every single call.

☆ "Y/nnnnn, do you feel it? The warmth?" He asks, his eyes shaped into little crescent moons, while the joy would dig little dimples into his cheeks.

☆ "Sannie… all I feel is how hot my phone got after three hours of continuously face-timing you," you say, looking at his pout through the screen.

☆ "Can you at least pretend? It's the only thing that unites us right now, so please pretend it's me you're hugging, sweets."

☆ With time, you came to understand what he was talking about—it felt nice to imagine him cuddled into your arms, counting the days and hoping they would pass faster and give you your boyfriend back.

Mingi - sending you voice texts

☆ Mingi would send you cute voice texts, and expects you to answer in the same manner.

☆ He would send one right after he woke up, the hoarseness of his voice echoing through your ears and making you giggle.

☆ Would also send you lots of them when he reaches the comfort of his hotel bed, telling you about his day and waiting for you to call, for the live experience.

☆ Sometimes, he would send some in the middle of the day, and when you play them, you're met with the beauty of his singing voice, playing one of the songs he had written, just for you.

☆ Along with comfort, they would usually make tears prickle at the corner of your eyes—because you miss him, and because the depth of the lyrics makes you want to give him the biggest hug ever.

☆ Mingi would also send you vocal texts of him silly laughing at random jokes, or funny videos, claiming that he doesn't want you to forget his laugh (don't forget he wants to hear yours too).

☆ And hearing him laugh would automatically make you cackle too, recording it just in time.

☆ "Princess? If I had a superpower, I wish I could teleport," you said, sending the short voice message to him.

☆ "And why is that, sweetheart?" He asks, in the same manner.

☆ "So I can come there and give you the biggest hug ever," and that was enough to make him melt and think about how much he loves you.

Wooyoung - recording daily vlogs

☆ Wooyoung would be recording silly little vlogs for you at every single step.

☆ No one and nothing could hold him back from turning his camera on selfie mode and pressing the rec button (but also, no one can stop him when he's about to fall 'cause he doesn't see where he steps).

☆ As soon as he gets into his hotel room, he will start making the room tour for you, explaining every detail he notices about it.

☆ Sometimes, he would trick some staff members into showing him the stage outfits beforehand, just for you to wake up with an outfit check vlog made by your boyfriend, exclusively.

☆ He could be anywhere—restaurant, preparing to eat; backstage, preparing to go on stage, or simply walking around the city—it wouldn't matter, his hand is always able to hold a camera or at least his phone.

☆ Oh, and don't you dare interrupt him—he gave San the nastiest look when he called Woo for game night.

☆ "I'm recording my daily vlog for Y/n, can't you see, San? When did you become so heartless?" He asked, hand holding his heart as San raised his arms, defeated.

☆ "Sorry, angel. San is bothering me. Back to you now! :D"

☆ If you could ever make time to send him one of your own daily vlogs too, he would be the happiest man; saving it and staring at it all along, like a lucky charm.

☆ "I decided I should send you a daily vlog from work too, can't let my pookie forget my face and voice," you said, and his lips stretched into the widest smile.

Jongho - singing lullabies for you

☆ Jongho's honey-like voice would melt into another lullaby you asked him for, despite the late hour you were talking at.

☆ You missed your boyfriend's presence—his beautiful gummy smile whenever you told him you loved him, his hugs, everything about him.

☆ And, last but not least, you missed his voice.

☆ You found it hard to sleep without him talking to you, or without hearing him practice another melodious ballad again—and you craved it.

☆ And it seemed like he missed doing these acts of service for you as well;

☆ 'Cause, the second you told him that you wanted to hear him, he didn't hesitate to immediately call you and start to sing another soulful song for you, smiling whenever you complimented him.

☆ His passion was something great to watch too—from the way his eyelashes would stroke his skin whenever he closed his eyes, the way his mouth opened whenever he hits any high notes, to the confidence on his face.

☆ You could swear that your admiration for him painted his cheeks into a crimson blush, yet he couldn't complain, he was proud to have you by his side.

☆ "Can you sing the chorus one more time, please? I don't want it to end before I fall asleep." You asked, looking at him before closing your eyes in order to fall asleep while he was still singing for you.

☆ He let a soft smile appear on his face, singing for you once again and only stopping when you finally fell asleep, whispering a sweet "Good night, sunshine."