#mumbles;- 💬

[yoshkeii]

another lazy doodle of the limbus oc, ive kinda reached burnout so i cant really do fullbodies rn

[earier]

propaganda i AM falling for

- weird kid akaashi

[freddyyeti]

I hope everyone knows I’ve been tweaking the ever loving FUCK out trying to skim as many Da+e Everything demo play throughs as I can to find SOME tablescraps of Freddy. I feel like this

[m3l0nfl0at]

first of all, i want to say thank you so much for 53 followers!! it’s about to be three months since i’ve made this blog and i’m incredibly happy that people are even reading my works. i still have a long way to go with my writing style but thank you so much for enjoying and reading my works! as a celebration i’m opening up my requests for hq! just for a couple of days so drop some ideas!! i hope to provide you with more entertaining works in the future!! 🍈

[crowisinthetrash]

imagine i add a fontaine character to my f/o list

[rafeslittlepup]

— bunnywife is tiktok famous

“what my husband eats & does in a day” as a soft girly music plays in the background.

“7:30am — i wake him up with kithes and his pre-workout, he says i have to kiss him or he won’t go!”

she’s in a silk baby blue robe holding a little heart mug with preworkout, rafe is shirtless and looks insane

“8am — breakfast! 5 eggs, steak, hashbrowns, & black coffee in his ‘world’s best husband’ mug”

she films the absurdly large wood board while he’s eating like a wolf. he slaps her hand when she tries to steal a bite and she giggles

“noon — gym break + protein shake i made him (he says it tastes like ‘liquid chalk’ but still drinks it 💪🏼 teehee)”

he chugs it with no emotion.

“3pm — lunch: steak, a potato, avocado. he says if he eats a salad he’ll ‘start lactating’ so i don’t argue !! ”

he’s eating it with his hands agaun while watching a youtube video called “how to survive a bear attack”

“7pm — dinner: 2 burgers, no bun, just meat & cheese. i made a cute little salad too but he called it ‘rabbit food’ :( 🐇”

he smirks and puts a burger in her mouth mid video, “you need protein too, baby”

“10pm — says ‘real men don’t need skincare’ but he lets me roll his face with my pink jade roller if i straddle him 🧖🏼‍♀️”

he’s on the bed looking grumpy while she’s giggling and rolling his face.

“midnight snack: me! goodnighttttt bunnies!”

he kisses her cheek, half-asleep mumbling “turn that shit off”

💬

@girlcoquettish: the way he looks like he eats drywall but it’s somehow hot???

@barbiey2k: girl blink twice if ur okay

@brathatespatriarch: this man is 100% the reason feminism was invented

@kyle_lifts: Bro is living the dream. Steak, protein, and a girl who worships him?

@bros4bunny: We must protect her at all costs.

@tradsinthetrap: real tradwives wear lipgloss and have IBS like bunny. don’t get it twisted.

[yoshkeii]

do people write for star rail? because i might to at least get back into writing.

[earier]

this is so insane why is my boyfriend the only person who calls me.

[earier]

@alcyneus

hawks telling you that he'll find you in every lifetime, bc didn't you know? birds are born with a map encoded into their dna, they remember migratory routes through generations, they always know where to go, to follow the innate magnetism of the earth. except, for him, you are that guiding force, so no matter what, no matter how many lives and parallel universes it spans, he'll always find his way back to you.

[m3l0nfl0at]

my mind can’t get off of ino takuma who over explains everything. not in a mansplaining kind of way, instead in a this is my hyper fixation way and i want to inform you. i love him he’s so silly billy. 🩷🩷

[eliasoir]

֗ ꫂ NEVER HAVE I EVER ⠀── NCT DREAM !

✸ ︎⠀⠀ .dreamies x f!reader ! ⏜💬 𝓉he dreamies ‘i haves’ when playing (dirty) never have i ever . . . smut ( MDNI 18+ ) 𓂃 unprotected sex (don’t do this) , strong language (dirty talk & cursing) , some dom/sub dynamics, power dynamics , orgasm control , public sex , phone sex , face sitting , masturbation , oral (m. & f. rec) , dry humping , begging , creampie , backshots , overstim , pet name usage . (lmk if i missed any !) wc 2.0k

୭౿ REBLOG FOR A HUG !

𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗸.

“begged someone to let me finish”

mark’s sheets were rustled and messy beneath you, the warm colored light pouring in from the sunset through his window. you’re straddling him, riding him deep and slow, and his hands were gripping your thighs like it’s the only thing that kept him from losing it.“baby,” he whines in a broken voice, “please—can i come? please?” you grin, leaning down to pepper kisses to his jaw. “i don’t know, markie. you just look so pretty like this.” he bucks up into you helplessly, already so close. so close, his cock was twitching inside you. “babe—fuck—i’ve been good baby, i need to—” you stop the movement of your hips entirely, just to hear him whimper beneath you. “then beg for it,” you whisper, tone low and seductive. mark knew he wasn’t above it, especially not when he needed it so bad. “please, sweetheart,” he gasps, completely wrecked. “please let me come. i wanna—wanna fill you up—please…” “so pretty when you beg,” you praise softly. “so good. again.” “babe,” he gasps, grabbing at your hips, “i’m serious—i’m gonna—if you keep going like that i—” you grind down on him only once more and he breaks. his hands fly to your hips, his breath staggered, and he comes with a loud, whiny moan, spilling warm inside you while his whole body convulses under yours. you lean down to kiss him slow, smiling against his lips. “good boy.” mark groans again softly, head falling back against the pillow, a fucked out mess. “…i hate how much i liked that.”

𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗷𝘂𝗻.

“came in my pants”

you were comfortably straddling renjun on the couch, hands tangled in his hair, your hips rolling slow against his. it started off truthfully playful. just a few teasing touches, soft kisses, but now you were both breathing heavier, grinding into each other like you couldn’t help it. his hands grip your waist tighter and tighter, jaw clenched hard, head falling back against the cushions of the couch. “shit—baby—don’t stop,” he gasps, hips rocking up to meet yours every time. you can feel him easily through his sweatpants, warm and throbbing with need. the fabric between you was soaked from you rubbing on his lap. the pressure between you was just right, and he was close. too close. “so worked up already?” you tease, kissing up his neck to whisper in his ear. “that desperate for me?” “shut up,” he whines. “i can’t—i-i’m—” and then it happens. his hips stutter a jerk, breath catching in his throat as he comes hard in his pants, warmth spilling out between you. it soaked through the soft cotton of his sweats and against your own thin shorts. he lets out a moan, body tensing, arms tightening around your hips as he buries his face in your neck. “…fuck, i’m sorry,” he mumbles, voice muffled. “couldn’t hold it…” you shift your hips just a little and feel the mess in his pants, sticky and hot between you both. you smirk, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “don’t be sorry, baby,” you whisper. “came so good for me.”

𝗷𝗲𝗻𝗼.

“talked someone through touching themself”

“jen, i—” you start, eyes fluttering as your hand dips beneath your panties already. “shh,” he says, low and honey-toned over the phone. “i know, baby. i know you need it.” his phone was angled just right to show his hand lazily stroking himself, but his voice stays focused and firm for you. “put two fingers on your clit,” he murmurs. “slow. gentle.” you follow immediately without hesitating, gasping softly as you slide over your clit. “good,” he praises, voice already huskier. “that’s it. just like that.” you moan, thighs tensing and parting wider as your back arches a little. he watches everything; the way your lips part, the way your brows pull together, the motion of your fingers. “don’t rush,” he warns, hand still moving over himself, his grip a little tighter. “wanna watch you fall apart. slowly, baby.” you whimper his name softly, hips rocking up into your fingers. his voice drops even lower, almost ragged. “go deeper, baby. how would i touch you if i was there?” you bite your lip, sliding your fingers down and into your needy hole. two fingers pumping in and out, then three, messy and soaking. “fuuck,” he groans. “look at you. so wet just from my voice.” you pant harder, eyes hazing over now. at this point you were whining his name again as your fingers inside you faster. “you gonna come for me?” he asks, thumb brushing over his tip just like you would. “come on, baby. let me hear you. be good for me—” your back arches, mouth falling open, and you come with a trembling gasp, hips spasming into your hand. your skin flushed and damp with a sheer layer of sweat. jeno exhales through a grin, stroking himself faster now, like hearing your moans was all he needed. “good girl,” he says, low and warm. “that’s my baby.”

𝗵𝗮𝗲𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻.

“had someone sit on my face”

you barely made it to your bedroom before haechan was tugging at your pants. his eyes were low, looking at you with a lazy grin. “sit on my face,” he said so casually, like it wasn’t the filthiest thing you’d heard all day. you blinked at him, half-laughing. “baby, i don’t wanna suffocate you.” he grinned even wider, already lying back on the mattress, hands behind his head. “damn good way to go.” his hands didn’t give you time to argue, pulling you up, and settled you over his mouth. before you could even adjust, his tongue was right there. hot and wet, dragging through your folds. he held your panties to the side and was teasing your clit in slow, gliding circles. he groaned against you, hands kneading your thighs, holding you down like he wanted to drown in you. now your thighs were shaking around his head, your puffy pussy pressed against his face, and his hands were gripping your ass like it’s the only thing he needed. your hips roll instinctively, and he whined deep into you like he lives for this. his tongue was relentless. continuously lapping at your folds, prodding your clit, dipping into you so deep you forget how to speak. “fuck—haechan—” you gasp, knuckles white as you grip the headboard for dear life. haechan pulls you down even harder to him, tongue burying deeper, and you cry out. coming faster than you ever have, thighs twitching and trembling on either side of his head. he doesn’t stop. not until you were relentlessly tugging at his hair, breathless and over sensitive, your legs barely holding you up. he pulls back finally, lips and chin glistening. and he was still grinning up at you like the smug little menace he is. “told you,” he pants, “best seat in the house.”

𝗷𝗮𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗻.

“got head in public”

jaemin tugged you down the hallway hurriedly, fingers firm around your wrist, eyes sharp with that needy expression. “jaem, someone’s gonna see—” “shh. no one’s around. it’ll be quick. promise.” he shoved open the dressing room door and you hardly heard the lock click before your back hit the wall, his lips crashing into yours. his hands were wandering freely. under your shirt, at waistband of your pants, tugging, squeezing, just hungry. “need you, baby,” he whispered, breath warm on your neck. “need your mouth.” and then he’s sinking you to your knees. his cock is already hard by the time you freed it from his jeans. thick and pulsing in your hand, precum already slicking his tip. he lets out a soft groan when your tongue flicks over it softly. one hand finding the back of your head. “yeah,” he breathes, hips bucking . “just like that.” you take him into your mouth deeper, feeling him throb on your tongue. “my good girl,” he whispers, eyes locked on you. more so, the way you took him so easily. “make me feel good, baby…” you moan around him, and he intakes a sharp breath, jaw clenched. the dressing room was quiet except for the wet, lewd sounds of your mouth and his heavy breaths, the occasional curse slipping past his lips when you suck a little harder, sloppier. he fucks into your mouth mainly slow, trying not to lose it too fast. it was a lot easier said than done though, the sight of you like this, knees on the hardwood knowing they would be red when you stood. your plump lips wrapped around him. the way your eyes rolled each time he hit the back of your throat. it was all too much. “fu—gonna come,” he pants, breath ragged. “you gonna swallow for me, pretty girl?” you hum a yes around him and that’s it. his hips shudder, fingers gripping your hair tightly as he spills down your throat with a low, lustful moan.

𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗻𝗹𝗲.

“given someone backshots”

it started with him watching you change. eyes dark, biting his lip until he finally grabbed your hips. “turn around.” he exhaled deeply trying to keep his composure. then bent you over the bed. chenle mutters again, already pulling at your clothes. “wanna see that ass.” he’s not shy about it, and never has been. he palms at your ass, spreads it in his hands, and growls like he’s starving. somehow, you ended up on your knees at the edge of the bed, hands gripping the sheets, and when he slides in from behind, pressing deeply, he groans a breathless, “fuck—” like it never gets old. like it’s the movie he could watch over and over and never get bored. and then he starts moving. his hips snap against yours, unforgiving and needy, the slap of skin echoing through the room. one of his hands grips your waist tight, the other smoothes over your ass, fingers digging in every time you clench around him. “look at you,” he pants, voice cracked open with lust. “so fuckin’ good like this—made just for me.” you moan something back, something incoherent and desperate, but he’s already too lost to tease you. he comes first, his hips rocking into you as he looses his rhythm. chenle’s breath hitches as he empties inside you with an overwhelmed moan, but doesn’t stop. just groans again and keeps going, already getting hard again from how tight you still feel, how pretty you sound. “gonna make you come now, yeah?” he breathes out, cock twitching deep inside you. “don’t worry, baby. i’m not done.” his pace picks right back up, and you swear it’s even deeper this time. rougher, messier, as his grip bruising your hips like he’ll never let go.

𝗷𝗶𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗴.

“made someone come twice in a row, back to back”

it was really late at night, you were both in his room. dim and quiet except for the rustle of sheets and the soft, wet sound of his fingers working deep inside your cunt. “so fucking tight,” jisung muttered, breath shaky. “feels like you’re sucking me in.” his fingers curled inside you just right, long and slender. and with his thumb pressing over your clit in slow, perfect circles, your legs shook as your orgasm hit hard. it was sudden and blinding, ripping a cry out of your throat when you clenched repeatedly around his fingers. but he didn’t stop. didn’t even pause. you barely had time to catch your breath before you felt the warm, slick pressure of him pushing in your pussy, thick and heavy, stretching you open further while you were still throbbing from the first high. “ji—wait—” you gasped, nails digging into his arms. “can’t,” he panted, lips close to yours, eyes hazy and hungry. “you’re still so wet, baby, fuck—just let me—” his hips rolled forward, sinking in deep in one long and slow thrust. you whimpered, overwhelmed, already on the edge again from how sensitive you were. every movement made you shiver, and made your breath hitch. his forehead pressed to yours, lips brushing yours in messy, desperate kisses between moans. “give me another, yeah?” he whispered, voice breaking. “you can do it—please?” you nodded, tears rimming the corners of your eyes from the stretch and heat. “that’s it,” he breathed, thrusting a little faster but still so deep, hands grounding on your waist. “my perfect girl. give it to me.” your body writhes, back arching as you come again, even harder this time, clenching around him with a broken moan. and jisung loves it, soaks it all in.

[sosasturns]

streamin - c. sturniolo bot ver.

"you good?" chris asks, glancing at you from the corner of his eye, his hand still lazily moving the mouse around.

"mhm," you hum, shifting in your seat.

he's too locked in to notice at first, leaning closer to the monitor, the black tee stretched over his back, sleeves hugging his arms. his stubble is doing things to you, catching the glow of the desk light, and don't even get started on the messy headphone hair and tired smile he throws at chat every now and then. you're trying to focus on the youtube video he queued up, but the way he looks is making that impossible.

"sure?" he pushes, glancing at you again, this time catching the way your gaze lingers a little too long on him.

"yeah," you mutter, brushing it off.

you settle back in your seat, legs crossing and uncrossing, but your mind's racing. before you can second guess it, your hand lands on his lap, your fingers trailing along his thigh.

his movements still for a second, and his lips twitch, trying to fight the smirk creeping in. "what you want?" he asks, voice low but steady as he keeps his eyes on the game.

you shrug, playing it cool, even though your hand's still rubbing slow circles against his leg.

"nah," he says, finally cutting his mic audio, leaning back in his chair as he tilts his head at you. "you're lying. what you want?"

you hesitate, chewing on your bottom lip as you glance at his lap, your face heating up when you can feel him watching you.

"use your words, baby," he murmurs, his voice softer now, teasing, as he leans in just slightly.

your voice barely comes out as you mumble, "i wanna fuck," hiding behind your hand like it'll save you from his reaction.

he freezes for a second, lips twitching, and then he glances toward the screen, his eyes flicking over the chat. his grin spreads, slow and smug, like he knows something they don't. the comments flood in: what'd she say? why's he smiling like that? what's going on?

"alright, y'all," he drawls, leaning back and casually tossing his arm over the back of your chair. "matt's gonna take over the rest of the stream."

you shoot him a look, your face heating up as he's already pushing back his chair, standing, grabbing your hand and pulling you toward the door.

just as the two of you slip out, matt's voice filters in. "yeah, yeah, i'm here. hold up."

he strolls into the room, the headset resting crooked on his head as he squints at the screen. "what’re y’all going off about?" he mutters, reading a few comments.

one catches his attention: what's chris gonna go do?

matt glances toward the desktop camera, sinking back into the chair and placing his drink down with a smirk. "who do ya think?" he says, his voice dripping with humor as he adjusts his headset.

the chat erupts: NOT MATT EXPOSING HIM LMAO.

matt takes a sip from his cup, sighing in content. "y'all are too easy," he says, shaking his head as he queues up a game.

@ sosasturns

sosas 💬’s : new blurb theme incoming? had to type this up, chris looked insanely good in last night‘s stream. want more? sound off in my inbox! requests r open

“sosa mafia” taglist: …

[earier]

@ayatakanosstuff

better quality. I didn't realize my first post of this was so blurry

[demie90s]

That’s My Point Guard

꒰ 🍒 ꒱ PAIGE BUECKERS X READER ꒱ 🍒 ꒱ MASTERLIST

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⭑ pairing: Paige Bueckers x fem!reader

⭑ summary: You’re out on injury reserve, but that doesn’t stop you from showing up post-game in full team wife mode—flowers, smug energy, and a crowd full of cameras catching it all.

⭑ genre: Fluff, chaos, public affection, team teasing

⭑ warnings: Slight language, unserious behavior, light PDA

⭑ word count: ~ 0.7k

The post-game press conference room was buzzing. Reporters scrambled, flashbulbs clicked, and Paige was already seated front and center, still glowing—sweaty curls pinned back, legs crossed like she didn’t just drop 20 and 10. UConn had just taken a hard-fought win, and she was calm, collected, politely answering questions like a pro.

Until the door opened again.

A beat passed before everyone turned their heads.

You walked in slow—still in your tracksuit, knee brace visible but not slowing your stride. In your arms? A ridiculous bouquet of flowers—tulips, roses, something that looked expensive and loud. You wore your shades indoors like you had somewhere better to be, even though you knew damn well you cleared your whole schedule just for this.

The cameras clicked faster. Paige glanced up—and for the first time in twenty minutes, she cracked.

A half-smile pulled at her lips, subtle, but real.

One of the reporters whispered, “Is that…?”

“Yeah,” another muttered, lowering their mic. “That’s her.”

You didn’t bother asking for a mic. You just walked over and slid in next to Paige like the seat had been reserved. You dropped the flowers into her lap and leaned toward the mic like you were the one getting interviewed.

“Just wanted to say congrats to my girl,” you said, voice smooth, unmoved. “Twenty points, ten assists, four ankles snatched, one heart fully owned.”

The room howled.

Paige tilted her head and bit back a smile, looking down at the flowers like they were offensive. “You are so unserious.”

“And yet, I still showed up with gifts,” you grinned. “Unlike some of these people in here asking weak-ass questions.”

Coach Geno from the side, half in frame: “Seriously.”

The UConn media staff looked like they wanted to speak up, but didn’t. The reporters were losing it—some were laughing, others just recording silently like they’d struck gold.

One brave soul asked, “Y/N, how’s recovery going?”

You leaned into the mic again like it owed you rent. “God’s strongest soldier, baby. Still cute. Still loyal. Still watching from the bench like a jealous wife. Couldn’t let her slay on court and not show up.”

The crowd laughed again. Paige just sighed and shook her head. “Can someone please get her out of here?”

“No,” you answered, straight-faced. “I’m the morale coach now. I motivate. I hydrate. I show up pretty with flowers. That’s all that matters.”

Another reporter asked Paige, “How do you feel about having such strong sideline support?”

You didn’t let her answer.

“Let me handle this, baby.” You turned, still facing forward.

“She loves it. I keep her humble. Make her smoothies. Post her highlights with corny captions like ‘mine fr’ and ’anyone else breathing can stop now.’ I’m what they call crucial support.”

The UConn team Instagram immediately posted a story:

📸: Y/N crashes Paige’s post-game like a true sideline baddie.

💬: “Crucial support.”

Someone from the back mumbled, “This is why she shouldn’t be mic’d ever again.”

Meanwhile, your girl tried to hide her laugh behind her hand. You could see her biting the inside of her cheek to stay composed.

Another reporter—clearly one of the brave ones—asked, “So… is this official now?”

You tilted your head. “Was it not?”

Paige leaned into the mic, voice dry. “It’s always been official. She’s just loud about it.”

You smirked like you’d just won something. “And don’t you forget it.”

Across the gym, the rest of the team was already texting the group chat:

📱 Ice: “Mom and Dad are fighting again but like… cute fighting.”

📱 KK: “Can someone mute Y/N. She’s hijacking the whole media session.”

📱 Ayanna: “Paige better propose with a ring AND a press pass.”

📱 Jana: “I need what they have. Minus the sass. Maybe.”

Later that night, the clip of you sliding into that press seat would hit TikTok and rack up over 200k likes in less than two hours.

The top comments:

👤 @uconndynasty: “nah this is couple GOALS”

👤 @ballislove: “I want someone to crash my life with flowers like this.”

👤 @benchwarmbaddie: “Still watching from the bench like a jealous wife is the quote of the

[mochiwonz]

─── JEALOUSY ୨୧

PAIRING. idol fem!reader x idol bf!enhypen maknae line CONTENT. headcanons , fluff <3 , petnames + nicknames , cursing NOTE. thank u to the anon who requested this cute idea :D i hope u all enjoyyy !!

[ 💬 ] ... ️ in which fans start shipping you with another idol !

SUNOO.

you're scrolling on twitter, as you would every other day. as an idol, you loved seeing what people had to say about you— whether it be negative or positive. unbeknownst to you, sunoo had also been scrolling on twitter and saw something on his timeline that he really didn't like, at all. it was a post about you allegedly being in a relationship with another male idol. and shit, he never thought he'd be a jealous boyfriend, but he definitely is now. you're startled by the sound of your bedroom door opening— you were the only one home right now... right? you quickly assumed it was one of your members until you heard the person's voice, it was sunoo. "hi pretty girl" he says as he plops down on the side of your bed. you quickly sit up and shuffle over to him, and he engulfs you in a warm hug— the sunoo special. "hi pretty boy" you say, giggling a little. as he kisses the top of your head, you hear him gulp. "have you seen the uhm... rumors? about you and ____?" he asks with a slight frown on his face. you quickly sit up and look at him, you were very confused right now. "someone is spreading rumors about me and ____? on where?" "twitter" he replies, hand brushing through his silky hair. you notice how his demeanor is a bit gloomy, and you kind-of think you have an idea as to why. you bring your hands to cup his face and gently move his face so that he's looking right at you. "sun, you don't have to be jealous. you know that i don't even know the guy— and that i love you like crazy, right?" you tell him in a firm yet gentle tone of voice, and he can't help but smile. you knew him so well, and just everything about you, god, he loves you so much. "how'd you know i was jealous..." he mumbles and you quickly squish his cheek— something you loved doing. "i'm your girlfriend baby" you say as you peck him on the nose. without another second wasted, he quickly pulls you closer and once again, engulfs you in his embrace. "indeed you are, pretty girl"

JUNGWON.

jungwon had always told you he wasn't a jealous person. that was the truth, though. well, until rumors about you and ____ started circulating all over social media. and what made it worse for jungwon was how fans were really liking you two together. he had never felt jealousy before, at least not like this. of course he trusted you, but just seeing you even pictured with another man as a "cute couple" really didn't sit well with him. "have you seen the rumors?" he blurts out randomly as you two are lying down together on his bed, his arm wrapped around your waist. "mhm" you reply. of course you'd seen it, but you didn't really care. you didn't even know ____, and as long as you knew the truth— you didn't care. "what do you think about it?" he asks curiously. "nothing, really. i don't even know the guy" "okay, cool" he says, but there's something different in his tone of voice. he sounds... nervous, almost a little bit jealous. he hears you giggle to yourself and he shifts nervously. he trusted you, of course— but all your giggling made him a teeny bit suspicious. but before he could question you, you quickly position yourself so that you're facing him and intertwine your guy's hands. "wonnie, you know i'm your girlfriend, right? these are just rumors baby" you tell him while looking him in the eyes, his pretty boba eyes were always so pretty to stare at. he was just so cute, you'd never want to be with anyone else other than him. you wanted him to know that. this was the first time you'd seen jungwon like this, unsure, nervous, and jealous. "it just frustrates me a little" he starts off, "i wish i could just tell everyone that you're my girlfriend so they could shut the fuck up" he says with complete honesty, and you laugh. he brings his hand up to your cheek and caresses it with his thumb, staring at you with complete heart eyes. "i'd only ever feel like this for you baby. i didn't even know i could be somewhat jealous. guess it's the y/n effect" you lean into his hand and melt a little at his words. "i love you so much my wonnie" you say, and he gives you a cute peck on the lips. "i love you too, my pretty y/n."

NI-KI.

you and ni-ki had been caught on many dates by sasaengs and others, but were always labeled as friends. the public just thought you two gave off friend vibes, and considered every date as a friendly hang out. as long as you two weren't being showered in negative comments, you both didn't mind. however, a post that was titled ' idol y/n and idol ____ are caught on a date ' had caught ni-ki's attention. he was never that protective over you, let alone jealous. he trusted you 110% and vice versa. but halfway through reading the article, he had to exit out of the tab. because honestly, he felt really jealous right now. not that he didn't trust you, but that fans thought that you and ____ were dating and just assumed that you and ni-ki were just friends. there were already so many posts on tiktok, instagram, twitter, and youtube about you and ____ supposed relationship and how "cute" you two were together. he had to get off of social media, people were starting to piss him off. luckily, you both didn't have schedules today— so you had already planned to go over to his dorm. he didn't realize you were already on the way until he heard a knock at the front door. quickly realizing that it was you, he sprung up out of his bed and rushed to the front door. he really wanted, no— he needed to see you. the door quickly swung open and before you could even blink, he was already hugging you, arms tightly wrapped around your waist. "ki—" you're about to say something but he quickly cuts you off. "princess, you're my girl, yeah?" he asks and the jealousy is obvious. "you're jealous aren't you" you ask, teasing him a little. he looks down at you and boops your nose. he loves the way you look up at him, he realized he couldn't bear to see you with another man. "and if i am?" you giggle at his truthful response, he could never hide his emotions from you— but that's what made him even more perfect for you. "you cutie, of course i'm your girl. those rumors are baseless and trust me, the photoshop goes crazy" you tell him, laughing towards the end of your statement. he smiles at your assuring words, yeah— he wouldn't be able to let go of you, ever. you were his girl, and his girl only.

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Han

Han jolts awake the moment he realizes you are no longer lying beside him. His hand immediately reaches for the space you should be in, the one that is meant to be warm with your presence—but all he finds is cold emptiness. The sheets are untouched, and the chill where your body once lay sends a jolt of panic straight through his chest. You are gone. His heartbeat pounds in his ears, loud and chaotic, as fear wraps around his ribcage like a vice. Did you leave him? Did he say something wrong? Was this the moment you finally decided you had enough of him? His mind races with a thousand awful possibilities, each worse than the last, and before he can think twice, he is throwing off the blankets and stumbling out of bed in a frantic rush. The house feels enormous without you in it. Too still. Too silent. His footsteps echo against the floor as he darts through each room, calling your name under his breath. The kitchen is empty. The bathroom is dark. The balcony shows no sign of you. His breathing grows more ragged, more uneven. His thoughts spiral further out of control. Where are you? Then he sees you. You are curled up on the couch, bathed in soft morning light, your legs tucked beneath you as you lazily flip through the pages of a book.

Peaceful. Unbothered. Completely unaware of the storm you have just unleashed in him. Relief crashes over him in waves, but it does nothing to soothe the ache that still lingers in his chest. He crosses the room in seconds. Before you can react, he plucks the book from your hands and tosses it aside. You barely manage a surprised gasp before he pulls you into his arms, holding you so tightly it nearly knocks the wind out of you. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, clinging to you like he might shatter if he lets go. "You should wake me when you get out of bed," he mumbles, voice low and trembling. "You are supposed to." His words are not angry, only full of hurt and fear. His grip on you is desperate, like he is trying to convince himself you are real. That you are still here. "I hate waking up alone," he says softly, almost like he is confessing something he has never said out loud. "And my mind just... it goes to the worst places. Like you left me. Like you are not coming back. It scares me." You wrap your arms around him, threading your fingers through his hair. "I am here," you whisper gently. "I never left." But Han does not let go. Not right away. Because next time, the fear might win. And he is not willing to lose you to it. Not now. Not ever.

Felix

Golden morning light filtered gently through the curtains, casting soft patterns across the sheets as Felix stirred awake. A sleepy smile tugged at his lips, his body still heavy with sleep. Instinctively, his hand reached out to pull you closer, seeking the comfort of your familiar warmth. But instead of finding you, his fingers met only the cold emptiness of the bed. His eyes snapped open. The smile vanished, replaced by confusion that quickly bloomed into alarm. Felix sat up abruptly, heart beginning to race. The spot where you usually lay was cold, untouched. The silence in the room felt far too loud without your breathing beside him. Anxiety crept in slowly at first, then all at once. His chest tightened. "Baby?" he called out, his voice rough with sleep and rising fear. The absence of your response only deepened the pit in his stomach. Throwing back the covers, he jumped to his feet, bare soles hitting the floor with urgency. He darted through the bedroom door, checking the hallway, then the living room. Each empty space he passed made it harder to breathe. The bathroom was dark and quiet. The couch was unoccupied. Dread twisted in his gut. What if something had happened? What if you had left without a word? Just as the panic threatened to overwhelm him, he heard it—the faint sound of humming coming from the kitchen.

Relief washed over him in a sudden wave, nearly knocking him off balance. He moved quickly toward the sound, pausing in the doorway of the kitchen. There you were, standing in your pajamas, humming softly as you moved between the stove and the counter. You looked so calm, so completely at ease, focused on preparing breakfast. For a moment, he simply watched you. The soft curve of your back, the rhythm of your movements, the peace in the ordinary moment—it grounded him. Then, without a word, he crossed the room and slipped his arms around your waist, pressing his chest against your back and burying his face in the curve of your neck. You gave a small gasp, surprised, but relaxed as soon as you felt his familiar embrace. “Felix?” you asked, turning slightly toward him. “You scared me,” he said quietly, his voice low and unsteady. His grip on you tightened just a little as he inhaled your scent, anchoring himself in the reality that you were there. “I hate waking up without you beside me.” You turned in his arms, concern flickering in your eyes. You cupped his face gently, thumb brushing over his cheek. “I was just making breakfast,” you said softly. “I didn’t want to wake you.” Felix nodded slowly. “I know. But for a second, it felt like you were gone. I never want to feel that again.” You pressed a kiss to his forehead, a smile touching your lips. “I’m not going anywhere.” He held you close, heart still calming. From now on, he’d always make sure to wake up with you in his arms.

Seungmin

The moment Seungmin’s hand landed on the cold sheets instead of the warmth he expected, a shadow passed over his face. His fingers curled into the vacant space where your body should have been, and his jaw tensed as the realization sank in. You were gone. Even after every quiet warning he had given you, every reminder to stay close, you had still managed to slip away. He sat up slowly, each movement deliberate and precise, the calm in his demeanor only masking the storm churning beneath the surface. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, bare feet meeting the floor without a sound. Unlike others who might flail into panic, Seungmin did not rush. His steps were slow, almost too calm, as he began his search through the silent house. He moved through the hallway, eyes sharp, taking in every detail. The living room was empty. The kitchen was untouched. The silence stretched on, pressing heavily against his ears. Still, his pace never quickened, though the muscles in his shoulders had begun to coil tight with restraint. Then, he saw you. You stood by the window, quietly watering the line of plants you adored so much, lost in your own little routine. The morning light framed you in a soft halo, but the sight didn’t soothe him—it sent a flicker of something darker through him.

Without a word, Seungmin crossed the room in a few long strides. His hand closed around your wrist, firm and sudden, pulling a startled gasp from you. The watering can dropped to the floor, water sloshing across the hardwood as he spun you to face him. "Could you not have woken me up first?" he asked, voice quiet but tight, every syllable laced with restrained fury. "Just once, before running off to tend those plants?" His grip tightened ever so slightly, his presence crowding into yours until your backs nearly touched the glass. You opened your mouth to speak, but the look in his eyes gave you pause. It wasn’t just anger—it was possession. Cold, unyielding, and absolute. His other hand rose to cup your jaw gently, a soft contrast to the intensity in his eyes. "If you ever do that again," he murmured, "if I wake up and think you've left me, even for a moment..." He leaned closer, his voice dropping even lower. "I will make sure you never step outside this house again." He wasn’t being dramatic. He wasn’t making a scene. He meant every word. Then his lips found yours, not with softness, but with a hunger that bordered on desperation. The kiss was searing, claiming, leaving no room for doubt. Seungmin would not chase. He would simply take. And next time, you wouldn’t get the chance to walk away unnoticed.

Jeongin

The first thing Jeongin noticed when he woke up was the absence of your body beside him. His hand instinctively reached across the bed, searching for your familiar warmth, the comfort he had grown used to every morning. But his fingers met only the cool surface of the sheets. His brows furrowed, confusion blooming into dread as his eyes flew open. The bed felt far too empty. The silence in the room felt heavier than usual, almost suffocating. He sat up abruptly, heart pounding as he tried to make sense of the empty space where you should have been. The early morning light did little to calm the storm rising inside him. Without giving himself time to think, he tossed off the blanket and got to his feet, moving quickly and clumsily through the room. "Baby?" he called softly, voice barely above a whisper. When there was no response, he tried again, louder this time. Still nothing. Panic dug its claws deeper into his chest. Thoughts raced through his mind, each one worse than the last. Had he done something to upset you? Did you leave in the middle of the night? Were you gone for good? His throat tightened, a lump forming he couldn’t swallow down. He hurried through the hallway, checking the living room, the bathroom, even glancing out the front window with trembling hands. The emptiness echoed around him, feeding his growing fear.

His breathing turned shallow, hands slightly trembling as he stood frozen in the middle of the hallway. Then he caught a scent—warm, familiar, and grounding. Coffee. Jeongin spun toward the kitchen and hurried to the doorway. There you were, standing at the counter, still in your pajamas, hair a little messy, pouring coffee into two mugs like it was just another peaceful morning. You hadn’t heard him yet, humming softly to yourself, completely unaware of the panic you had just sent him into. Relief flooded his system so fast it nearly knocked him off balance. His legs moved on instinct, carrying him to you in a few rushed steps. Before you could turn around, he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist and pressed himself into your back, holding you as if you'd disappear again if he let go. You jumped slightly at the sudden contact, but immediately relaxed when you realized who it was. "You scared me," he muttered into your shoulder, his voice thick. "Don’t leave the bed like that without telling me. I thought—" He didn’t finish the sentence. He couldn’t. You turned in his embrace and cupped his cheeks gently, eyes searching his face with quiet concern. He looked at you, eyes wide and glistening with emotion. "Promise me you’ll never leave," he whispered, barely holding it together. You nodded and leaned in to kiss his forehead. "I’m not going anywhere." And that was all he needed. With a shaky sigh, he pulled you close again, vowing to wake before you did from now on—just to be sure you’d always be there, safely in his arms.