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nerdy-mlm · 11 months
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hairy chests. you agree. reblog
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gimmeurtmi · 3 months
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your pregnant crocheting hc had me thinking 👁️ so you know pregnancy brain? Is when pregnant women experience memory loss, lack of concentration and more emotional sensitivity (and more crying) so imagine minho or seungmin trying to keep up with their usual banter/menace/tsundere tendencies with their partner and it goes terribly wrong or backfires
i am deeply familiar with such symptoms yes 😅 (you can get pregnancy brain from any influx or imbalance of estrogen and/or progesterone so i personally experience this a lot so this was very self indulgent djhgfs) i chose seung for this because i felt like he’s more likely to accidentally cross the line than mimo but if you want his version too let me know 🥹
(warnings; swearing, pregnant!reader, tears, slight angst, seungmin is a tsundy dumbass)
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“hey, baby,” you yell into the living room as you rummage around the blankets looking for your phone. “is my phone there?”
seungmin and you were supposed to go out for a walk ten minutes ago but you couldn’t seem to find your shoes and then your second earring went missing and now your phone. you kept losing everything lately.
there’s no answer and you’ve already moved the pillows around three times but it’s nowhere. you don’t have any pockets, you’ve already checked your bag. “seung!!!”
“what?” he walks in, eyebrows raised at you.
“can you please help me?” you huff out, “i can’t find my phone and you aren’t helping.”
seungmin laughs loudly, deep and meaningfully like he does when he successfully teases his friends. you don’t really find any part of this funny.
“seung, this isn’t funny!!” you whine, “the bubble tea place is going to close in like,” you tap the phone in your hand, showing its ten minutes before their closing time, “in ten minutes and you said we’d go there but we won’t make it in ten minutes if i can’t find my fucking phone!”
“bubs, are you being serious?” he asks, eyebrows frowning in slight concern. you throw your hands up in the air.
“if you aren’t gonna help me just go on your walk alone then,” you groan, huffing before you sit down on the bed, looking left and right to try and find a hint of where your phone went off to.
“would it really be that hard for you to call me so i can find it?” you glare at him.
“nah,” he chuckles, “i’d like to see this one play out.”
“why are you being like this?” you sigh, looking up at him. seungmin just shrugs, the way he always does, but there’s a slight teasing smirk on his face.
usually, you know why he’s smirking like that at you. there’s some joke, some dance of his that you try and follow while you exchange banter between each other (and maybe throw in a few kisses to the mix). but right now you can’t seem to remember exactly what the conversation was about and if you started teasing him first but it kinda felt like he was laughing at you and you didn’t really like that. you look away from him, feeling suddenly exposed under his gaze.
you take in a deep breath as you pointedly ignore seungmin’s eyes on you. he’s studying you closely but you don’t really get why, and by now you’re sure the bubble tea place is closed and you’ve been craving it so badly for the past ten minutes you think you won’t ever eat again until you can satisfy the need for the softly popping tapioca pearls in your mouth. it’s too late now.
you feel your nose stinging lightly as tears gather up in your eyes. you blink them away, tonguing your cheek to try and calm yourself. you’ve already looked everywhere for your phone and your husband is being insufferable and not helping and your thighs burn all the time and your lower back has a constant dull ache in it and nothing ever makes it better and you want bubble tea so fucking bad.
you’re snapped out of your thoughts when you feel a small vibration in your lap.
it’s your phone. your phone!!!!
you jump up, eyes wide as you try and recall just how long it’s been in your lap (did seungmin put it there for you without you noticing?) but before you get to rush over him to thank him you see why the phone vibrated in the first place. a text message.
bubs’ hubs: pabo
your eyebrows frown, reading the message a few times. “you think i’m stupid?”
“what?” seungmin’s jaw practically drops to the floor. he blinks at you.
“you saw the phone was here this whole time and you let me get worried and waste our time just so you could call me stupid?” you feel the familiar stinging back as you blink quickly to stop the sting away. all it does is obscure your vision when the big drops start clinging onto your lashes.
“you’re not stupid,” seungmin says, quietly.
“but you just said i was, you could’ve said here’s your phone but what you said is stupid.”
“no, it wasn’t as like ‘stupid’ i meant pabo like affectionately you know, like how i say you’re annoying and i hate you and stuff?” he raises his eyebrows hopefully, dipping his head enough to look directly into your eyes. you see his own brown ones fill with worry when he sees just how much you’re crying.
“i’m annoying and you hate me…” you confirm quietly, walking past seungmin and into the living room. you didn’t realise seungmin thought that about you, but it was best to have everything out in the open you guess.
“what else?” you say when you feel seungmin following you. “am i ugly? do you think i’m mean and hopeless?”
“no, no, no,” seungmin quickly grabs your wrist, cupping your fingers in both of his large hands. “you misunderstood.”
“because i’m stupid,” you agree.
“no!” seungmin huffs. “you just couldn’t find the phone, it’s okay.”
“but you texted saying t—“
“—i texted so you’d find it. i thought it would make you laugh because objectively it is kinda silly to look for your phone when you’re holding it,” you feel more tears slip down your cheeks, “and you’re super cute when you’re silly.”
you squeeze his hands softly.
“seung,” you feel a sob rip through your chest, “my bubble tea.”
“i know,” he soothes, squeezing your hand tightly, “i’ll get you one from somewhere else?”
you nod quickly. seungmin affirms with a low hum and kisses your forehead, but you recoil.
“hey,” he lets out softly.
“i don’t, i don’t get why i’m annoying,” you shake your head, wiping away at your stubborn tears.
“you aren’t,” seungmin whines, jumping in place a few times. “i was just teasing!”
“but why would—“
“—because i’m the pabo, okay? i didn’t realise it was over the line. i just wanted to make my bubs laugh.”
“it wasn’t funny,” you stubbornly mumble.
“i know. bad puppy,” he frowns at you, or more like himself, and you giggle at the way his bottom lip sticks out.
he wraps his arms around you, hugging you tightly as he sways the pair of you from side to side. seungmin feels bad, awful even, for disregarding how emotional you might be. especially now while carrying his child for him. so he kisses you softly, the kiss stretching over a couple of minutes, before he quickly orders you the bubble tea you wanted and insists on cuddling you until he’s forgiven. he already is, you aren’t really so sure why you were that upset at something pretty trivial, but the tears kept coming and you couldn’t help them.
seungmin kisses them away regardless of how embarrassed you were by the whole thing, and then he presses a soft kiss on your belly too.
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atinycafe · 10 months
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"ew! i have a boyfriend, so hands off," you slur, your words tumbling out in a jumble. you wobble in the grasp of the larger guy, who effortlessly holds you.
mingi lets out a sigh as you try to break free from his embrace. the man is naturally stronger than you, with his muscles showing off the hours spent at the gym. moreover, the alcohol in your system makes your feeble attempts to push him away even more pointless.
"tiny, i'm tired and you're totally wasted," he says, crouching down to fix the mini skirt that's riding up on your bare thighs. "let me take you home."
"my boyfriend's on his way. he's gonna kick your ass," you groan, slapping his hand away from your thigh. he chuckles at the sight, the same hand you just hit now gently stroking your hair, offering you comfort as the impending migraine creeps up on you.
"hey baby, look at me," he shushes you and he grips your chin, making you meet his gaze. he examines every single feature of your face, noticing how the glitter that was once on your eyelids has now found its way to your cheekbones. with his thumbs, he gently removes the specks, and you instinctively close your eyes, feeling a pleasant tingle where his touch lingers.
"don't call me that, am not your baby," you retort with a scrunch of your nose and he can't help but find you utterly adorable even though the disgusted action was directed at him. mingi clicks his tongue disapprovingly, looking down at you. he's tired, and you had convinced him to go out tonight, promising a good time since it had been ages since you both went out together. he agreed, unable to resist your begging, completely smitten with you. but now, as he reflects on his actions, he's starting to regret it a little.
"fuck, you're lucky i love you," he mutters quietly, playfully pinching your cheek. he crouches down, bringing his face closer to yours. your wide eyes gaze up at him, filled with uncertainty, wondering why this "stranger" is getting closer to you. "don't you recognize me tiny? you're breaking my heart." mingi says, taking your hand and guiding it to his hair. without thinking, you instinctively tug at the strands, as if it's a reflex ingrained in your mind. "you begged me to dye my hair this color and you don't recognize me?"
he watches with delight as recognition flickers in your eyes upon seeing his blond locks, and your face breaks into a wide, toothy grin. bursting into fits of giggles, you exclaim, "mingi!!!" and leap into his sturdy arms, as if it's been ages since you last saw him. taken aback, he grabs hold of you, momentarily stumbling backward in surprise. he erupts into laughter, declaring, "there she is." with one hand supporting you beneath your behind, your legs wrap around his waist. he then bends down to retrieve the pink heels that slipped off your feet during the leap, and you tighten your grip around him, laughing uncontrollably as you almost lose balance, but his hold remains strong.
"let's get you home tiny," mingi murmurs, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead. you nuzzle your head into the crook of his neck, feeling a sense of comfort wash over you. closing your eyes, you surrender to sleep, trusting him to guide you back home safely.
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petaltexturedskies · 8 months
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To everyone carrying a heavy heart in silence, it’s gonna be okay, someday.
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moonjxsung · 5 months
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Okay you’ve been doing a lot of hard hours hard thoughts etc and I just want your opinion on Minho with a soft tummy instead of abs. Like. I feel like I’m the minority on this because 🥲 the few times we got a glimpse of his tummy it was soft and cute and 🥺 I like to think he doesn’t have abs but a soft baby tummy where you can lay your head and maybe poke it and place little kisses on it.
And maybe he’d be a little insecure about it the first time you have sex because most people just assume he has hard rock abs for some reason so he’s worried you’re going to be disappointed 🥺
Feel free to insert hard thoughts about this if you’d like because this just makes me too soft to think about anything other than fluff.
In other words SOFT TUMMY MINHO SUPREMACY
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SOFT TUMMY MINHO SUPREMACY 🗣️‼️‼️🦅
It’s so funny you say this bc this specific photo:
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Literally lives on my Pinterest home page RENT FREE and every time I see it I’m like yeah ofc he looks mouth watering and sexy as fuck but his tummy def looks SOOOO CUUUUTE under that tank top :( I feel like exactly the way he gets insecure about his scar he’d get insecure about his tummy and he would constantly be making jokes about how he really needs to start bench pressing more or doing sit ups bc his abs are nonexistent. And of course he’s still super toned but he’s not six pack, you know? And the first time you guys have sex he’s probably more insecure than you are bc he hates that he can’t flaunt some sculpted six pack for you and he plays it off by laughing a ton (his cute ass lil melodic giggle) and being all “stop, you’re gonna laugh at me!” When he removes his shirt and covers his torso. And it’s literally nothing to laugh at in the slightest, like it’s just a normal torso leaning toward muscular but he’s still so soft, all his delicate little curves and the way his chest rises and falls when he laughs and his stomach frames his collar bones sooo beautifully and he just looks SO ETHEREAL. And obviously the sex is fucking amazing and it’s always amazing but it’s particularly sexy when his stomach contracts while you’re on your knees sucking him off before he cums. Or the way his abs clench when you’re riding him and he’s desperately trying not to cum just yet and you make it even harder when you sprawl your fingers out over his stomach and glide your fingertips along his skin. It just becomes such a central part of your fucking sessions together like running your hands all over his stomach and paying attention to the way his stomach sucks in a little before he cums and it’s so sexy. Not to mention cute bc when you guys aren’t fucking you’re definitely showering him with kisses and tracing little hearts on his skin there. And sometimes cuddle sessions are exclusively your head on his stomach with his shirt rolled up so that you can lay on his bare flesh and press little kisses while he talks about his day :( and he doesn’t love his body but he acknowledges that it’s quickly become one of your favorite parts about him so he stops insulting himself so much bc why would he insult something you love :( soft tummy Minho cuddle sessions could heal me I just know it
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no bc jake being a smiley kisser would mean anytime he's overwhelmed with affection he'd go to kiss your cheek and be pressing his smiling face into your cheek, like can you imagine aadghkghhh-
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honeygrahambitch · 9 months
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I do believe Will and Hannibal are frequently texting each other. So let me have this hc where Will is having a panic attack in the middle of the night because of a nightmare and he can't calm down. Not even cuddling his dogs helps cause he feels overstimulated so he ends up texting Hannibal a quick "Are you asleep?" and he immediately feels dumb and wants to delete it but Hannibal replies "No, not at the moment." and then Will doesn't know what to say so Hannibal gets worried and asks if everything is alright (since it was 2 am).
"Nothing unusual, just my mind being loud at the wrong time." and he feels like an idiot again cause who texts their psychiatrist in the middle of the night-
He almost drops the phone when he sees that Hannibal is calling him. Ignoring the call would be rude so he answers.
Long story short they end up chatting for the next three hours. Obviously Hannibal figures Will shouldn't be alone with his thoughts that night. They talk about all kind of stupid things like Jack's ugly new tie, Will having to neuter the latest pup he has found, what Hannibal had for dinner, then they even end up playing "would you rather" and other silly little things until Will falls asleep with Hannibal on the phone.
He is satisfied to hear Will's soft snores.
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daydreamingyuta · 11 months
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127 Nicknames for you
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Taeil and Doyoung: Darling 
 “Do you mind coming to the store with me real quick, darling?” He says as he places a kiss on your temple.
“Darling.” He says, looking up at you in awe of how beautiful you are. 
Jungwoo: Honey
“Honeyyy” He wines, you have been working for what feel like forever and all he wants you to do is give him attention.  
Mark and Johnny: Baby, Beautiful, and Angel
- Baby would be more causal. 
“Here you go, baby.” He says as he hands you the drink you requested.
- He would save Beautiful for when he’s in a flirting mood. 
“Hi beautiful” He practically whispers as he gives you a million kisses on your cheek and neck causing you to blush. 
- Angel would be when he is totally and completely enamored with you. 
“Angel.” is all he can say after you walked into the room with a brand new dress, leaving him breathless. 
Jaehyun: Love
“You look extra cute today love.” He says, winking at you.
“Anything for you, love.” He says smiling up at you, showing off his cute dimples.
Yuta and Haechan: Princess
“I missed you so much Princess.” He says as he pulls you into a long awaited hug after being apart for months.
“You’re blushing, Princess.” Which of course only makes you blush worse. 
Taeyong: Sunshine
“My sunshine.” He says absent-mindedly and half asleep as you let your fingers comb through his hair. 
(He also would absolutely write a song for you and call it sunshine.) 
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soft-study-vibes · 2 years
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Something that I am gradually learning as an adult is that all the cringey things you enjoyed as a teenager aren’t cringey at all. Cringeyness is just a social construct and in all honesty, who cares? As long as it doesn’t hurt anyone, don’t feel guilty for enjoying the hobbies you indulge in! Go back to watching anime and playing dorky video games or rewatching children’s programmes for the nostalgia. Take up painting again. Read those books you never got around to as you grew up. We weren’t put on this planet to be miserable and follow society’s norms, so just go ham!
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nerdy-mlm · 1 year
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if you shook a bag of gummies and said "pspspsps" at me i'd probably rub my head against your hand
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gimmeurtmi · 1 month
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whatever u do don’t think about seungmin having his first moment alone w his newborn baby while reader is sleeping after giving birth
why would you do this to me.
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“is dad ready to hold her?” the nurse asks with a bright smile.
the smile doesn’t help seungmin’s nerves, but at least the nurse isn’t judging him for his lack of confidence. you fell asleep a few minutes ago, the adrenaline and the pain and all the endorphins calming down slightly and you were out like a light.
seungmin didn’t want to leave the room, just in case you woke up and needed something. after seeing you give birth to an actual living baby seungmin thinks you’re the coolest person in the world—although he definitely thought that before—and it would be unacceptable for you to need something and not get it right away.
so seungmin stays sat in what chan called “the dad chair” that was placed at the edge of the room.
“i’m nervous,” seungmin answers the nurse, unsure exactly how to hold his baby, scared to death of hurting her in any way.
the nurse gives him a knowing look, smiling softly before she takes a step closer.
“it’s real easy, dad!” she assures him, “and babies really like that skin contact. so if you feel comfortable let’s try that!”
seungmin nods. he does not feel entirely comfortable taking his shirt off but considering she’s a nurse, the same one that saw your whole birth process, seungmin thinks a little bare chest isn’t at all interesting to her.
he situates himself that way she guides him to, back straight and legs firmly on the white tiles of the hospital room.
slowly, and with a big reassuring exclaim, the nurse places his little girl in his arms.
she’s so small. she’s so so small and delicate and seungmin wants to wrap her up in all the cotton wool in the world but then how would he be able to make her laugh?
his whole world stops when she presses her small face into his chest, moving closer to his warmth.
seungmin feels like every moment of his life has led him to right now, to her, to his little small baby and her impossibly small fingers, opening and closing slowly as she lets out the cutest little squeak seungmin has ever heard.
“what was that?” he whispers, “you love daddy?”
she opens her mouth slowly, her eyes still closed shut, and seungmin decides he’s going to let her off the hook for not answering. she’s had to make a long journey to come out and besides, he has a lifetime with her to make sure she loves her daddy as much as possible.
“seung,” he heard softly, pulling him out of his dreamy bubble.
“bubs?” he looks over at you, watching your dazed face looking around the room. “do you need anything?”
“my phone,” you make weak grabby hands towards the air.
“what do you need it for?” he asks, looking down at the bundle in his arms.
“picture, need to take a picture,” you mumble.
seungmin chuckles. “bubs, you need rest. you can take pictures of us later.”
“promise?”
“yeah, baby,” he says softly, “i’ll be holding her forever actually so all you’ll be able to do is take a picture.”
he manages to make you laugh, although it’s weak and your eyes droop shut a moment later.
“she’s mine now,” seungmin says with a grin.
you shake your head softly, too tired to retaliate but the content smile on your face is enough for seungmin.
he slowly taps his big finger against his daughter’s small one and smiles to himself as the room fills with nothing else but his two girls breathing softly.
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atinycafe · 10 months
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"hey pretty"
you offer no response, shutting the door behind you as you enter the room. tossing your bag carelessly to the floor, you kneel beside the countless sneakers belonging to san and mingi, scattered haphazardly around the room.
you reach down to untie your air forces, dropping the first shoe onto the ground. the movement catches your boyfriends' attention, but they remain silent, watching you intently.
"bad day?" san asks softly from his spot on the couch, seated next to mingi. their eyes fixate on you, concern etched in their gazes.
"bad day." you mumble in confirmation, proceeding to untie your other black shoe. however, the lace gets snagged, and your fingers fumble clumsily. you pull harder, but instead of loosening, the knot tightens even more. it becomes the breaking point for you.
a sob escapes your lips, and you bury your face in your hands, too weary to do anything else. your body quakes on the floor as tears stream down your face. you want the crying to stop, to take a breath, but you find yourself caught in a strange battle of attempting both and choking in the process.
the crying intensifies, and you feel your nails digging into your eyebrows, a feeble attempt to hide away momentarily. you're tired, utterly exhausted, and all you crave is sleep. yet, with your shoe trapped on your foot, you can't retreat to the solace of your sheets.
taking another shaky breath, you sense a shadow falling across your face, momentarily shielding you from the light. you don't budge from your position, continuing to cry. a cold hand gently rests upon your own, and you flinch softly, caught off guard. the thumb begins to rub tenderly against your skin.
you recognize the touch as san's. he coos softly, coaxing your hands away from your face. initially, you resist, not wanting him to witness the streaked mascara and runny nose. however, he manages to gently coax you out of your shell.
when your eyes meet his, you're met with a gentle gaze, his eyes locked with yours as he squats in front of you. his smile is soft, and the tears flow even harder, his tenderness overwhelming you in this moment. he chuckles softly, bringing his large hands up to wipe away your tears, pinching your cheeks gently.
"my big girl what's wrong mmh?" he croons, his voice filled with affection. "what's got you like this huh my strong girl?" the endearing nicknames tug at your heart, causing you to cry even more.
"awnn, it's okay baby, big girls cry when it gets too hard," he nods understandingly, validating your emotions. you reciprocate with a nod of your own, sniffling. he brings his thumb to your cheekbone.
"i'll go make you hot cocoa, want that?" you nod again, the sobs calming slightly at his soothing whispers.
"your words baby, can you use them for me?" he encourages you softly, and you manage a meek "yes please," stuttering through your soft sobs. he presses a tender kiss to your lips and smiles, placing his hands on his knees as he stands up. it's then that you finally notice mingi's tall figure behind him.
mingi, too, crouches down in front of you, silently taking your foot clad in a shoe into his large hands. he deftly works on untying the shoelace, his long fingers effortlessly undoing the knot you struggled with. once untied, he removes the sneaker from your foot, placing it neatly aside, a stark contrast to his own untidy ones beside the black pair.
he grasps both of your feet and begins tickling them, eliciting tired giggles from you. finally, a smile breaks across his face as he witnesses your own. he pulls you closer, tugging at your legs and sliding his hands beneath your thighs. lifting you effortlessly, the two of you rise to your feet, and you simply rest your head against his solid chest, briefly closing your eyes as he carries you to the couch. the paused episode of "law & order" flickers on the television. he settles down, you still cradled in his arms, and he gently eases you off him so that you're sitting upright. he helps you remove your bomber jacket, tossing it onto the nearby couch. tapping your thigh, he signals for you to stand up so he can remove your denim skirt, but you shake your head.
"please no, wanna stay close to you please," your voice cracks on the second "please," and he sighs.
"okay tiny," his deep voice emerges softly from his lips as he pulls you closer, his forehead gently touching yours. "you've got a fever pretty."
"makes sense, head hurts like a bitch," you close your eyes, inhaling the minty scent that wafts from his laughter.
"san, bring me some ibuprofen," mingi calls out to san, who responds with a sweet "okay!" you flinch at the loud sound, the throbbing in your head intensifying. mingi notices and places his large hands over your ears, the pressure offering some relief. "sorry baby, didn't mean to be loud."
"'s okay princess." he smiles at the cute nickname and kisses your forehead.
he assists you in removing your black turtleneck, and then proceeds to remove his own t-shirt. moving closer, he goes to unclasp your bra, seeking your consent with a fingertip poised on the clasp. you give a soft nod, your eyes growing heavy with exhaustion. he removes your bra, joining it with the rest of your discarded clothes. finally, he pulls you back into his embrace, handling you delicately until your chests align. the coolness of his skin instantly soothes you, and you release a sigh of relief. he snakes his hands around your waist, tracing star patterns along your spine, whispering compliments into your ear.
san returns to the room, placing a large brown mug and two blue translucent pills on the glass table in front of you. he quickly exits but reappears with micellar solution and a handful of cotton pads.
taking a seat beside you, he lifts your face from its place in the crook of mingi's neck, causing you to emit a soft moan of protest. he hushes you gently, his smile radiant as ever. "come on, look at me, pretty. you don't want to sleep with makeup on your face."
he wets a cotton pad with the micellar water and proceeds to cleanse your face with delicate motions, barely perceptible against your skin. then, using a dry pad, he gently removes any lingering traces of the liquid.
"baby too sleepy for the cocoa?" san inquires, running a hand through your hair, his brow furrowing as he detects the dampness on your hairline. not out of disgust, but rather out of worry because the room is too chilly for you to be perspiring. he turns around, stretching to retrieve the folded blanket at the end of the couch, reluctant to leave your side. unfolding it, he covers you, tucking it between mingi's back and the couch, creating a soothing cocoon.
"no, want it" you whine in a broken voice, and both boys smile at your fragile form, finding you irresistibly adorable. "ah, so bossy," san remarks as he takes the cup and pills, inserting one into your mouth before bringing the cup to your plush lips, helping you swallow. he repeats the process with the second pill.
"want another sip baby?" he coos, noting the way you scrunch your nose. he exchanges a glance with mingi, both of them deeply in love with you, their stomachs still fluttering with butterflies even after all these years.
"no, just one marshmallow, please" you request, extending your hand from beneath the blanket to show them your index finger, emphasizing the importance of having only one.
san's smile widens, his blush evident on his face at your endearing plea, while mingi takes your fingers and presses a kiss to them, producing a loud smooching sound that elicits a soft laugh from you.
"say ahh"
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hyeinkiss · 7 days
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( ♡ )⠀𝑏𝑓 𝑡𝑒𝑥𝑡𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ . . . 𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒖𝒏𝒈 .ᐟ
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꒷꒦ ❛ when he calls me pretty, i feel like somebody ❜
⟢ established relationship smau && l.hs x f!reader . . . in which heeseung shows his love for through emoticons and keyboards ৲ includes pet names, kissing mentions, idk what else cuteness??
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𐙚 . . via's entry ❫ for my perfect bae @lilacnini cuz i love her and she helped me choose what 2 post !! 𓈒ㅤׂ ㅤ 𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ tysm for reading! 𓂃 back to the LIBRARY !
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moonjxsung · 5 months
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Honestly Lix the type to pull you in for a hug while he’s sitting down and you’re standing up JUST so he can burry his face in your tits.
“Can you run your fingers though my hair?” He would ask so politely that you comply just push his face further into your chest.
You always opt out of no bra and a tight shirt when he pretends to be cuddly.
WAAAAAA I hope you know this truly made me insane I need him so bad actually…… subby Felix who loves being as close to you as possible and looooves the soft feeling of his face just buried in your soft tits bc you’re so warm and you smell good and he feels so safe against you :( gets so shy the first time you notice that’s why he wants to hug you so bad “are you just trying to get your face in my boobs?” And he’s so shy and flustered but you feel bad bc it’s just genuinely something he enjoys and who are you to make him feel bad for his pleasures :( so you indulge him like all the time after that and at first he’s still so shy and asks so politely for what he wants “can you run your fingers through my hair? And do that thing where you massage the scalp?” And his hair is so soft and silky in your hands and he smells like fabric softener and it’s just so safe and comfortable for both of you!! Doesn’t even have to ask for what he wants at some point bc you know the drill already and your hands just automatically thread in his hair and push him against your chest and he’s grateful you get him and you’re not weird about him liking it :( I need soft subby felix so badly he’s my absolute dream boyfriend y’all
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sapphicsnzs · 3 months
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something about wiping your significant others nose is so precious. especially if they made a mess of themselves and are shy about it. please let me grab tissues and clear away the mess and kiss you to let you know you never have to be shy about it.
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don't imagine going to see Danny, and he's wearing his baseball cap forward, and when he spots you, he instantly switches it around so the brim doesn't bump you when he pulls you in to kiss you
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