#but i fully and wholeheartedly embrace it

[menokai]

I've been waiting for this moment. I have far too many recommendations, so this is a very long list. Brace yourself. (List includes self-inserts and OC inserts.)

Title - Fandom - Author - Summary

All time favs marked with **

We'll start with a classic.

**Dreaming of Sunshine - Naruto, by Silver Queen

Life as a ninja. It starts with confusion and terror and doesn't get any better from there. OC Self-insert. No pairings.

I'm obsessed with anything written by @alkhale / marshmellowtime

**Memoirs of a Suicidal Pirate - One Piece, by alkhale

Getting murdered while trying to kill yourself is bad luck. Getting reincarnated after that is just a bad joke. But Toonami reruns and cheap commissions info have taught her this world has plenty of chances to get yourself killed. It can't be that hard. "So you're actually trying to die?" "Yes." "You know you're his nakama now, right?" "So?" "...Good luck with that."

**Of Heroes, Blood, and Boba - Boku no Hero Academia/My Hero Academia, alkhale / marshmellowtime

There was a red thread that connected each and every one of them. It could bend, twist, and tangle, but it would never break. Though considering who her classmates were, she was getting pretty close to cutting it herself. "If you get your ass kicked one more time, I'm not healing you." Oc/?

**Enigma - Magi, alkhale / marshmellowtime

"Must you always disappear all the time?" "Well, if I didn't, you'd have nothing to look forward to." She was a curse, something that didn't belong in this world. She'd lived only for herself, but she'd fallen in love with a world she didn't belong in, one filled with wars and troubles, and she'd do anything to protect it. Sinbad/Oc/Kouen

Nascent - Batman, alkhale / marshmellowtime

When it came to Robin, the word simple would never quite do justice to the life he lived and the things he did. But when it came to Damian, the cold, arrogant, but fiercely loyal boy she'd grown to know, she found she didn't care. Damian/Oc

Keep a Place For Me - Jujutsu Kaisen, by alkhale

"Just don't ever forget," Gojo said, standing over her, his head pressed to the wall. "You're not allowed to forget. Not ever." He boxed her in perfectly, towering and blocking her from the rest of the world and the rest of the world from her. She stayed silent, looking up at him. There was an entire world reflected in his eyes, a world untouched and unknown by any other man but him, who reached higher than anyone else. "You can be reborn as many times as you want," Gojo said. "Look however you want. Become whoever you want." His head lowered, pressing his forehead to hers. His eyes threatened to swallow her whole. "I'm the one that named you. Don't you ever forget that." Or; A quiet story that takes place a little before Gojo Satoru was born to be the greatest shaman of this era, his youth, triumphs, losses, and his inherent rise to a place unknown by anyone else. And the one person who bore witness to it all.

Time to spread the love!

Naruto

**Sanitize - Naruto, by sage_thrasher

Basic medicine and sanitation are simple. During the Warring Clans era, they become revolutionary.

The Medic-Nin's Guide to Casual Revolution - Naruto, by spideywhiteys

Aikawa Toshiro is born anew on the heels of the third shinobi war. He's clanless, average in strength, and is alive on luck alone. But he's here. And he's about to make it everyone else's problem. Life beget change, and if Konoha is so frequently likened to a tree, shouldn't it be expected to grow?

The Color of Summer - Naruto, by spideywhiteys

There's a quote that comes to mind: “Treat a man as he is, and he will remain as he is. Treat a man as he could be, and he will become what he should be.” If they'd been smart, the citizens of Konoha would have realized this. If you call a boy a monster, then a monster he shall be. Natsume has a head full of a past life's knowledge and the sinking realization that in this world, no one will step up to protect him and Naruto. So he learns to do it himself, even if it means staining his hands so Naruto can keep his clean.

**Catch Your Breath - Naruto, Lang Noi

Inspired by Silver Queen's "Dreaming of Sunshine." Ripples turn into waves and crash upon the shores of what is and what could be, and I was just someone else who got pulled under. I didn't realize that even a drowning person makes waves of their own. A SI OC story.

(This story also has lots of side stories and bonus stories in other fandoms - highly recommend checking those out too!)

Only a Moron - Naruto, by swabloo

and a nutcase to the suicidal degree would ever find the concept of being born into the Shinobi world as cool, or any variation thereof that somehow implies any possible positive connotation. Self-insert to a certain degree. Dark, AU.

Joyous Children - Naruto, by UnderneathXtheXunderneath

I cannot move a single muscle as I stare at the piece of cloth hanging on the wall right across from my crib. A sheet with an all too familiar symbol stitched smack in the middle of it, its red and white coloring in a stark contrast against the dark blue surrounding it. I'm an Uchiha now. How is this even my life? Rated M for violence.

For a Chance at Happiness - Naruto, by eiron

Changing the future wasn't easy. There would be a lot of lying. Deceit. Manipulation. Death. Especially if I wanted to change anything for the better. [OC-Insert]

One Piece

someday to somewhere - One Piece, by epiphyllous

Never in your dreams would you have ever imagined yourself being a part of the Whitebeard Pirates, sailing in the New World, and finally meeting Portgas D. Ace whose death in the manga made you cry for days on end. (And you still remember how Luffy's heart broke, how his family cried and put a tomb for both him and his father in the New World after the Paramount War. You walk on the same ship as those who you've seen through a looking-glass mourning for their dead brother.) Yet you're here on a pirate ship, as a pirate, and people aren't dead. Now you've met Ace, who, if you don't start resuscitating him now, will have a tombstone that reads "died from inhaling soup."

**Echoes - One Piece, by 500shadesofblue

The weirdest part isn’t the pirates. It’s the dæmons. (What's the best thing to do when you're born into a world of pirates, dæmons, and devils? Live your life to the fullest, she supposes. SI-OC Dæmon AU.)

**Life is like a Boat - One Piece, by Guntz

Reuben Campbell, a young fisherman about to leave home, takes one last job to help his family. A great storm at sea, however, whisks him away into a strange world where strong pirates rule the vast blue ocean, and the only person he can depend on for help is a boy wearing a straw hat… A Guy-falls-into-OP fic!

Through a Canine's Eyes - One Piece, by Nyanwolfy

In confusion I turned my head to the side to look at my body and I froze as I was met with orangey looking fur and four legs with paws on the end. Now, I was never the smartest kid in my classes, but I wasn't stupid either. I was in the body of some sort of canine. No, that wasn't right, I was a canine. OC story.

**Lest Ye Become the Monster - One Piece, by GamerDame

Monsters & demons are an unfortunate danger in this world. They prey on the scared & defenseless. But Abel is neither. A self-proclaimed monster hunter, she seeks to understand the enemy to equip others to save themselves. But she may have to leave the East Blue to achieve this. Where will she find a crew crazy enough to carry her on her fool's errand? Slow burn OCXZoro

Live 'til ya drop! - One Piece, by Snoara

Say hello to Gloria, a girl who ended up in the One Piece world. Leaving behind the peaceful 'normal' life, she now ventures the world with the Strawhats. And of course, there are gods, goddesses and demons involved. (Dead.)

**Tell it to the Marines - One Piece, by Tsume Yukki

Because sometimes a tale is too tall not to tell. Even if no one will ever believe her, this isn't Riskua's first shot at life. It is her first time as the 'big sister' of the nuisance that is Monkey D. Luffy however. Self Insert. (slow burn on the pairing)

Bronze - One Piece, by ghostpuppy

Selena is reborn into a world where marines follow their own skewed sense of justice, pirates control the seas, and the government is run by self-entitled assholes. Torn between her desire to explore the world and to preserve the timeline, she tries to go on her own adventure and avoid all things Strawhat. Fortunately, she fails miserably. Reincarnation SI-OC. Canon divergent.

To Look At the Sea Without Wishing - One Piece, by Lady Ayuka

A single drop in the ocean and a tidal wave is born. Lily's life is pure chaos from the moment she wakes up and finds herself reincarnated into the world of One Piece. And with none other than Monkey D. Luffy as her twin brother it's not bound to get any easier anytime soon. OC Self-insert. A single drop in the ocean and a tidal wave is born. Lily's life is pure chaos from the moment she wakes up and finds herself reincarnated into the world of One Piece. And with none other than Monkey D. Luffy as her twin brother it's not bound to get any easier anytime soon. OC Self-insert.

Kuroko no Basuke

The Definition of Happiness - Kuroko no Basuke, by juungi

How do you repent for ruining someone's life? Hanamiya x OC x Kiyoshi

Of Sweaty Socks and Orange Locks - Kuroko no Basuke, by marshmellowtime

It was a world where talents bloomed, dreams were crushed, friendships torn, and promises broken. She was a simple fool stumbling along, too stubborn to let things go, and she'd fight to get her friends back. "What are you doing?" "It's an ice cream. Don't tell me becoming an egotistical jerk made you forget that." Oc/?

**Egoistical - Kuroko no Basuke, by TheKiro

If she had to find a word to describe her table neighbor it would be egotistical. Or maybe arrogant. Or maybe scary. But in the end, she came to know him a lot better against her own will. It just depended whether she could call that positive or not. [Aomine/OC] [Birthday Present]

Miscellaneous Fandoms

**Cor Et Cerebrum - Batman, by audreycritter

A series of stories following the Wayne family as they deal with illness, changes to the family, and growing up. Four major completed longfics, and a whole lot of shorts. Shorts can be read out of order or skipped entirely. (A no-smut series; rating is for some violence, gore, and language depending on story.)

**by foot it's a slow climb - The Untamed, by Vroomian

So. Let's get this straight - I didn't set out to derail any plot. My plan was to lay low and stay away from canon. It's just... My plans tend to fail. Spectacularly. - (oc insert.)

**deathless - The Witcher, by pallidus

Anna did not have a Netflix account and had not binged The Witcher, unlike half her tumblr dash. It looked fun - there were a lot of gifs of Henry Cavill in a bathtub and some cutie with a lute cracking jokes - but she wasn’t in the mood for a new series right now. She was going to regret that.

**New Reality - Tales of Symphonia, by noa748

The scary thing is, when you've been stuck in a video game for long enough, it's Earth that starts looking like a dream. But I know it's not. I have to get back home…no matter how impossible it may seem. Self-insert.

knowledge comes but wisdom lingers - Boku no Hero Academia/My Hero Academia, by Ywena

If that was a normal fanfiction, she would have been reincarnated fifteen years before the beginning of the Plot, so she could join class 1-A (hopefully taking Mineta Minoru’s spot) and save the world side by side with her friends. She would have been on the Good Guys’ side from birth, because everyone loved heroes and every child aspired to be one. Right? Well, someone in the Reincarnation’s Administration must have screwed up. Because not only was she born a good seven years in advance, but she had been reincarnated in a family with enough issues to put the Todoroki to shame. But hey, she could teleport. She wasn't exactly going to complain about it, right? (Self-Insert born a few years before Izuku Midoriya's generation. Let's explore this world, sort out some drama, and try to become a hero in the meantime. What could go wrong?)

What They Wouldn't Do - Daredevil, by Ashevillain

Sarah is a secretary at Orion, a shady company previously owned by Wilson Fisk. When Daredevil begins investigating Orion, Sarah accidentally discovers his true identity, and he's not pleased. Despite her best efforts to avoid him after figuring out who he is, she quickly finds herself on the receiving end of a Daredevil interrogation in a dark alley. Post S1, Slow Burn Matt/OC.

Horizons - Final Fantasy VII, by ForestWhisper3

It was a typical plot. Someone finds themselves in a fictional world and suddenly becomes the one to change everything for the better…Right. Not happening. Did they have any idea how terrifying it was to even consider that line of thought? There was no way I was going anywhere NEAR ShinRa, and not even a time-traveling Cloud could make- wait, what? Self-insert. SI/OC

Eclipse of the Heart - Kingdom Hearts, by FadedPhantom

Aila's life on Earth had always seemed normal. However, when she suddenly finds herself stranded in a world she thought only existed in a game, she becomes a part of an adventure that is anything but ordinary. During KH2.

That's about all I got for the moment. If anyone else has anymore.. I'm always looking to add to my list. (:

Honestly people hate too hard on self inserts & self indulgence and stuff like that people find "cringe" or whatever. Self inserts are Good actually

[nanstgeorge]

THE CAULDRON MADE YOU A SEER. IS THAT WHAT THIS IS?

cassandra, evelyn de morgan / cassandra, florence + the machine / churching, kristin chang / ptolemaea, ethel cain

[mrsfancyferrari]

Real Love

Summary: You and Carlos were just supposed to be a PR couple for less than a year but someone decided to catch feelings.

Song: Love Story - Indila

Part 2

Author’s note: I can't write short stories to save my life. I hope you enjoy this long journey which may take a full day to read. Please like, reblog and share this! <3

Word count: 8.6k

It all started as a simple PR arrangement between you, a well-known influencer, and Carlos Sainz, the Formula 1 driver. We were both told it would only last less than a year - just long enough to boost our public profiles and create some buzz. Little did we know, someone had other plans.

At first, it was easy enough. We attended events together, posted cute couple photos on social media, and played the part of the perfect pair. The chemistry between us felt natural, which made the whole charade convincing.

Your routine was simple enough.

You and Carlos would meet up at his house and he would drive you both to the paddock while sharing a small conversation about what happened in your jobs in the last weeks.

The roar of the engines and the excited chatter of the fans would fill the air around you.

As you reach the Ferrari garage, Carlos turns to you. "I've got some meetings with Charles to attend to, but you're free to explore or chat with the other drivers' partners if you'd like. I'll catch up with you in a bit, okay?"

You nod, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. "Sounds good. I'll be around if you need me." With a smile, you part ways, ready to take in the bustling atmosphere of the Ferrari garage.

Because of your ‘relationship’, you were able to make friends with your current bestie, Lily Muni.

You and your close friend Lily would often engage in candid discussions about your romantic entanglements, particularly your faux relationship with Carlos. Despite being the sole confidante privy to the fact that your connection with Carlos was entirely fabricated, Lily wholeheartedly embraced the role of your number one supporter and "shipper."

She would enthusiastically encourage you, even though she was fully aware that your purported love affair was merely a façade maintained for the benefit of others.

"So what's going on with you these days?" Lily asked curiously since you hadn't seen her in a few weeks. You knew that she wanted to know more about your relationship but it was still the same.

"Lily, I don't know what you're waiting for," You replied, taking a sip of your coffee. "We're going to be like this until the contract ends."

Lily looked at you with a knowing look, smiling at your denial, "Not until one of you decides to confess, I bet it's gonna be Carlos. I see where his eyes go when you're not looking."

You can feel your cheeks heat up at Lily's teasing words, and you quickly avert your gaze, trying to hide your embarrassment.

Blushing, you try to hide your embarrassment by taking another sip of your coffee, hoping to distract yourself.

Deep down, you couldn't deny the flutter of hope that Lily's words sparked within you, secretly wishing that her prediction would come true and Carlos would finally reveal his true feelings.

"Come on, Lily, you know it's all just for show," you say with a nervous laugh, hoping to dismiss any romantic notions. Deep down, however, you can't help but wonder if there might be some truth to her playful observations.

Lily chuckles mischievously, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Oh, I know, I know. But you can't blame me for hoping, can you? Sometimes, even the most make-believe romances have a way of turning real."

You nodded before thinking of her words, realizing that there were indeed moments when Carlos's gaze lingered a little longer, or when his touches felt a little more intentional. Maybe, just maybe, Lily's playful observations held more truth than you were willing to admit.

As you sat there with your coffee, a newfound sense of curiosity and anticipation began to take root within you, wondering if this faux relationship could possibly evolve into something genuine and heartfelt.

You would be lying if you said that you didn't have a crush on Carlos. His charm and the way he made you feel special were undeniable. It wasn't just the little moments or his playful gestures, it was the way your heart skipped a beat whenever he was near.

Every time he looked into your eyes, it felt like there was something more behind his gaze. And now, with Lily's playful observations, the possibility of those feelings being reciprocated started to flicker in your mind, making your heart race with anticipation.

But you knew that breaking the rules of the PR contract because of your feelings was not an option. You couldn't risk jeopardizing the professional relationship and the project you had been working on together.

Besides, you reminded yourself, sometimes it's better to keep a crush as a secret, unrequited admiration rather than risking the potential fallout that could come from crossing that line.

So, you decided to bury those feelings deep down, focusing on the task at hand and maintaining a professional demeanor, even if your heart still fluttered every time Carlos entered the room.

It was a bittersweet realization, but one that you knew was necessary for the sake of your career and the project's success.

After catching up with Lily, you had to head back to the Ferrari garage to see Carlos one more time before he goes to the first sprint of the race, your heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and trepidation.

You took a deep breath, preparing yourself to put on your best poker face, to hide the feelings that threatened to spill over.

This would be the last time you allowed yourself to indulge in this fantasy, the last time you let your heart flutter at the sight of him. From now on, it would be all business, all focus, and no room for what-ifs and maybes.

As you entered, you found Carlos focused on preparing for the race, his eyes fixed on the car before him. You couldn't help but admire his dedication and skill, a reminder of why you were drawn to him in the first place.

Taking a deep breath, you approached him, ready to wish him luck and carry on with your professional duties.

But as you stood there, your eyes locked with his, you couldn't help but wonder if there was something more beneath the surface, something that Lily's playful observations had hinted at.

As he smiled at you and gestured for you to come over, a glimmer of hope ignited within you. Maybe, just maybe, there was a chance for something more between you two, despite the professional boundaries. But you quickly pushed those thoughts aside, reminding yourself of the risks involved and the importance of staying focused on the task at hand.

With a smile, you returned his gesture and walked over, ready to offer your well wishes for the race.

As soon as you got close enough, his hand sneaked across your waist, sending a shiver down your spine. Your heart raced as he pulled you closer, his lips meeting yours in a passionate kiss.

The world seemed to stand still for a moment as the warmth of his touch and the sweetness of his kiss enveloped you. It was a moment of pure bliss, a confirmation that there was indeed something more between you two.

But as quickly as it happened, reality came crashing back.

You pulled away, your heart pounding with a mixture of desire and uncertainty.

That was normal for you two. It doesn't mean anything.

"Good luck with your race," you muttered, your voice barely above a whisper.

As you glanced from his lips to his eyes and saw that he did the same thing, a spark of connection flickered between you, leaving you wondering if there was more to this moment than either of you were willing to admit.

“Mi amor, I will definitely win with you being my good luck charm,” He said, smirking at the affect his words still had on you.

Reluctantly, you watched as Carlos tore his gaze away from you and focused on the final preparations of his car. With a heavy heart, you knew that this fleeting moment of connection would have to be set aside for now.

He had a race to win, and you had your own professional duties to attend to. As he climbed into the driver's seat and drove off to the starting line, you could only hope that the universe would bring you together again, when the time was right. . . .

Carlos ended up being first in practice 1, which was very surprising for everyone. His skill and determination were evident as he flawlessly maneuvered the twists and turns of the track, leaving his competitors in the dust.

The cheers and applause from the crowd filled the air, but amidst the excitement, you couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and admiration for Carlos. . . .

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As you sat on Carlos's bed, waiting for him to finish dressing up. You couldn't help but feel a mix of nervousness and anticipation. Carlos and you had to go to an event together so you were now sitting on his bed, all dolled up.

The dress you were given to wear to the event was a stunning crimson masterpiece. Its vibrant hue perfectly represented the fiery spirit of Ferrari, mirroring Carlos's passion and determination on the racetrack.

The fabric gracefully hugged your curves, accentuating your figure in all the right places. The bodice was beautifully adorned with intricate lace detailing, adding a touch of elegance to the ensemble. The dress flowed effortlessly down to the floor, creating a mesmerizing silhouette as you walked.

As you looked at yourself in the mirror, you couldn't help but feel a sense of empowerment and confidence.

You glanced at the clock, realizing that time was running out. You hoped that Carlos would hurry and join you soon.

As you read the Twitter comments questioning the authenticity of your relationship with Carlos, a wave of insecurity washed over you.

Despite knowing the truth of your connection, the doubts planted by strangers made you question your ability to convince fans of your 'love' for each other.

It was disheartening to realize that no matter how real your feelings were, they could still be perceived as fake by those who only saw glimpses of your lives through social media.

"Carlos?" you knocked on the bathroom door, wanting to know what he was still doing as they needed to go.

As you waited for a response, you couldn't help but wonder if he was feeling the same pressure and scrutiny from fans as you were, and if it was affecting his confidence as well.

"Yes cariño, you can come in," you heard his voice and you decided to open the door.

As you entered the bathroom, the sight of Carlos's bare back took your breath away. His muscles rippled under his smooth skin, and the towel that hung loosely around his waist only added to the allure.

His toned muscles glistened with droplets of water, and you couldn't help but appreciate the physical strength and athleticism that made him a champion on the racetrack.

You tried to maintain composure, but it was impossible to tear your eyes away from him. You were suddenly aware of the growing heat in the room, a reflection of the intense chemistry that existed between the two of you.

He turned to face you, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "Like what you see?" he teased, causing your heart to race even faster.

You quickly averted your gaze, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks. "Sorry," you stammered, turning around to give him privacy. "I didn't realize you weren't dressed yet."

"It's okay cariño, since you're here, do you mind rubbing my back? It's hard to reach sometimes," He asked, gesturing to the bottle close to you on the shelf but still not turning around and applying some lotion onto his face.

"Sure Carlos," you replied.

You took a small amount of lotion in your hands and began to gently rub it onto Carlos's bare back, your fingers gliding smoothly over his muscles.

As you worked your way from his shoulders down to his lower back, you couldn't help but admire the strength and resilience they represented.

The physical contact eased the tension that had been building up in his back, making him stop what he was doing and sigh in relief.

"Am I that good?" you teased.

Chuckling, Carlos' eyes were still closed in bliss. "Well, cariño, you have magic hands. I've never felt so relaxed. Maybe I should consider hiring you as my personal masseur," he muttered.

Giggling softly, you replied, "Well, it seems like I have a hidden talent then. I can give you a massage after your races if you'd like."

"Yes please cariño," He pleaded.

You were taken aback by the intensity of his plea, and the way his voice resonated in your ears sent a shiver down your spine. Your cheeks flushed even deeper as you realized the effect you had on him, and a mix of excitement and nervousness washed over you.

"Y/N? Why did you stop?" Carlos asked, finally turning around to face you, his eyes locked with yours.

The electricity in the room seemed to intensify as you found yourself lost in his gaze, unable to find the words to explain the sudden halt in your actions.

"Carlos, we have an important event to go to. We can't waste time here," you reminded him and yourself. You just remembered the event that left your mind as soon as you stepped inside the bathroom.

Carlos pouted at your words, his disappointment evident. He knew that the event was important, but he couldn't help but feel a twinge of regret at leaving behind the intimate moment the two of you were sharing.

"We can't just spend a few minutes?" Carlos asked, trying his luck.

"Carlos, this event is about Ferrari," You started, going over to wash your hands. "You have to be there and be there early."

Carlos pouted at your words, remembering the event too. "I guess you're right," he said with a hint of disappointment. "But don't worry, I'll hold you to that promise of a massage later."

"You'll get them soon enough," You replied smiling, walking out of the bathroom, leaving Carlos to change into his suit. . . .

You two had made it to the event half an hour before it was going to start, and as you got out of Carlos' car, you were bombarded with the paparazzi.

Flashbulbs went off incessantly as reporters shouted questions and cameramen jostled for the best angle.

Carlos, being used to this, instinctively shielded you from the chaos, wrapping his arm around your waist and guiding you towards the entrance, where security personnel were waiting to escort you inside.

As soon as you two had gotten into the building, you were able to breathe, soaking in the momentary calmness before the storm of socializing began.

You glanced at Carlos, his hand still lingering on your waist, and you exchanged a knowing smile, silently reassuring each other that you were in this together.

Taking a deep breath, you prepared to gracefully navigate the room, greeting and mingling with the various groups of people in attendance.

Taking a moment to compose yourselves, you scanned the room and spotted familiar faces from various racing teams and sponsors.

Making your way over to each group, you exchanged warm greetings and engaged in small talk, ensuring that you maintained the necessary professional connections in the racing world for Carlos.

"Carlos! Y/N!" a voice called you from in the crowd, and you both turned around to see Benedetto Vigna, the CEO of Ferrari, making his way towards you with a warm smile.

It was a relief to see a familiar face amidst the sea of strangers, and you greeted him with enthusiasm, ready to discuss the future of the partnership between Carlos and Ferrari.

"It's so wonderful to see you both here tonight," he exclaimed, extending his hand in greeting.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world," Carlos replied, giving him a quick hug with a smile.

You looked at him with a raised eyebrow. Wasn't he the one who wanted to stay at home longer for a massage?

As you and Carlos were about to join Benedetto Vigna for a group picture with Charles and his girlfriend Alexandra, you couldn't help but notice Carlos shooting you a mischievous grin.

"Looks like someone changed their mind about staying at home for massages," you whispered playfully, causing Carlos to chuckle as the camera flashed, capturing the moment of camaraderie between the four of you.

You couldn't help but blush as Carlos leaned in closer, his grip on your waist tightening. "I'm still getting that massage, aren't I?" he whispered playfully into your ear, causing a shiver to run down your spine.

You chuckled softly at Carlos's words, feeling a surge of warmth as his grip tightened around your waist. "Of course," you whispered back, leaning into his embrace.

After the group photo, the two of you were approached by the paparazzi, who insisted on taking pictures of just the two of you.

You obliged, striking a pose with Carlos, your smiles radiating with genuine joy and affection. As the camera clicked, freezing the moment in time, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the incredible journey you and Carlos had embarked on together.

Suddenly, you remembered the comments on your relationship being fake crossed your mind. In an impulsive move, you turned to Carlos and whispered, "KIss me."

With that, you leaned in and planted a passionate kiss on his lips, not caring about the prying eyes of the paparazzi.

Carlos, caught off guard by your sudden boldness, responded by deepening the kiss, his lips pressing fervently against yours.

The paparazzi went wild, capturing the genuine love and connection between the two of you, proving once and for all that your relationship was far from fake.

When you were able to separate from each other, you grinned at the paparazzi, reveling in the moment of rebellion and spontaneity. Ignoring the bewildered looks from the crowd, you confidently took Carlos's hand and led him off the stage, eager to escape the prying eyes and enjoy the rest of the night in each other's company.

The paparazzi's cameras continued to flash behind you, capturing the image of two people deeply in love, unafraid to defy expectations and embrace their own happiness.

And that's what you were hoping for.

You two spent the rest of the event, stuck to each other like glue, while effortlessly navigating conversations with important people.

As you mingled and exchanged pleasantries, it became evident to everyone around that your connection was genuine, sincere, and unbreakable. People couldn't help but be drawn to the magnetic energy between you, as you effortlessly charmed and captivated those in your presence.

Carlos made sure to take extra care of you on the drive home, keeping a watchful eye as he navigated the streets.

He gently helped you out of the car when you arrived at your doorstep, ensuring you were safely inside before bidding you goodnight and heading back to his own place.

As you lay in bed, still buzzing with the excitement of the night, you couldn't help but feel incredibly lucky to have someone like Carlos by your side, always looking out for you and making sure you were taken care of.

If only it was all real and genuine. . . .

You woke up with a pounding headache and a foggy memory of the previous night's events. As you tried to piece together what had happened, you received a call from Carlos.

"Hello?" you muttered into the phone sleepily.

"Oh Y/N, were you asleep? I didn't mean to wake up," Carlos' voice came through your phone and you immediately woke up fully.

When you turned on your TV, the camera panned over to Carlos on the phone, and you were surprised to see him there already.

"Carlos! Why are you there already? You should have called me earlier or something?" you groaned at both your headache and the fact that you would have to go to the paddock by yourself instead of with Carlos.

"Cariño, I already told everyone that you were sick but that you were recovering quickly and everyone wished you well." Carlos stated, making you freeze in the middle of trying to get out of bed.

"You what?"

"You don't have to come Cariño, unless you really want to," Carlos really assured you and you could see his worried face on TV.

"Thank you, you saved me big time," you replied, sliding back into your bed with a relieving sigh.

"You're welcome Cariño,"

During the call, you and Carlos briefly chatted before the race was about to begin.

"Put it on video call for a second," Carlos asked quickly and you did it without hesitation, hoping he wouldn't mind your bed hair.

Carlos gave you an air kiss, and you returned one back, a substitute for the good luck kiss you would always give him before switching off the phone.

You couldn't help but smile at the gesture, knowing that Carlos was trying to be considerate in your absence.

"Okay goodbye Cariño, I'll win the race for you."

"Good luck Carlos."

With your spirits lifted, you sat down to watch the race. You watched attentively as Carlos gave it his all, pushing himself to the limits. To your surprise, he managed to secure second place.

As soon as he was able to, he called you. His voice was filled with a mix of joy and frustration.

"Congratulations, Carlos! Second place is still amazing!" you exclaimed with genuine excitement.

However, Carlos's disappointment was evident as he sighed heavily and said, "I know, but I really wanted that first place. I'll keep pushing harder for the next race."

"You did incredible, Carlos! I'm so proud of you," you reassured him. "Second place is a huge achievement, and it shows how much progress you've made. Don't be too hard on yourself. There will always be another race to aim for that first place."

Carlos let out a small chuckle, his voice filled with a mix of gratitude and determination. "Thank you, Cariño. Your support means everything to me. I won't rest until I reach that top spot."

"Well you can rest at my place with your personal massager waiting for you."

"I can't wait Cariño, I'll see you in the evening," He said happily. A smile could be heard from in his voice and you grinned at that.

You didn't know why you decided to invite Carlos over but now the deed was already done.

As you headed into the kitchen, you couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. You knew how much Carlos loved your homemade tortillas and croquetas, and you wanted to make this evening extra special for him.

The sound of sizzling oil and the aroma of frying potatoes filled the air as you prepared the ingredients, imagining the look of delight on Carlos's face when he tasted the delicious meal you had prepared for him.

You quickly made your way to the bedroom to pick out an outfit that would make you look presentable for Carlos's arrival. After some consideration, you settled on a stylish yet comfortable ensemble—a fitted black blouse paired with high-waisted jeans and a pair of sleek black ankle boots.

To add a touch of elegance, you adorned your neck with a delicate silver necklace and slipped on a matching bracelet.

With your hair neatly styled and a hint of makeup to enhance your natural beauty, you felt confident and ready to welcome Carlos into your home.

Later in the day, there was a knock on your door. When you opened it, there was Carlos, holding a bouquet of flowers.

"Wow, Cariño, you look absolutely stunning," Carlos said, his eyes widening in admiration.

You blushed, not realizing the effect you had on him. "Thank you, Carlos. That's really sweet of you to say," you replied, genuinely touched by his compliment.

"Wow, these flowers are beautiful, Carlos! Thank you so much," you said, genuinely touched by the gesture.

Carlos smiled warmly, his eyes filled with admiration. "You deserve nothing less," he replied softly.

As you led him inside, you were completely unaware of the way Carlos' gaze lingered on you, captivated by your every move. Little did you know, his fascination with you had only grown stronger over time, and he couldn't help but hope that one day you would see him in the same light.

As you entered the dining room, Carlos's eyes widened with excitement as he saw the table set with all his favorite dishes. The aroma of homemade tortillas and croquetas filled the room, making his mouth water.

The warm glow of the candles and the delicious aroma that filled the air made his heart skip a beat. "Oh wow, you've really outdone yourself," he exclaimed, his face lighting up even more. "I can't believe you remembered all my favorites. This is incredible."

"I had to do something for my favourite driver," you teased, having Carlos pull away the chair for you so you could sit down.

"I must admit, being your favorite driver has its perks," Carlos replied with a playful wink, as he took his seat across from you. "But tonight, I'm here as more than just your driver. I'm here to enjoy this wonderful meal with an even more wonderful company."

Raising his glass, Carlos proposed a toast to celebrate their special evening together. "To us," he said, his voice filled with genuine affection. "May this be the first of many unforgettable nights spent in each other's company."

As you savored each bite of the delicious meal, the conversation flowed effortlessly between you and Carlos. Laughter filled the air as you shared stories, dreams, and aspirations.

The setting and shared moments created a deep connection, and you couldn't help but feel grateful for this enchanting evening together. The hours flew by, and before you knew it, the empty plates and wine glasses were a testament to the delightful feast.

As the night progressed, you offered to give Carlos a well-deserved back massage. He gladly accepted and lay down on your couch, allowing you to work your magic. You applied gentle pressure and kneaded the tension from his muscles, feeling the knots melt away under his touch.

As you continued the massage, Carlos's body relaxed, and his mind became more at ease. The two of you watched the race replay on the television, analyzing every turn, every move, and every decision Carlos made.

It was a bittersweet moment as you both discussed the missed opportunities and what could have been done differently, but it also kind of brought you two closer together.

In that moment, Carlos realized that having someone who not only supported him but also understood his passion was truly invaluable.

"I think I should have attacked more at this turn," Carlos explained to you as he watched intensely at the way he drove on TV.

Suddenly he felt a sudden weight on his back and he peeked behind him to see you.

He couldn't help but smile at the sight of you peacefully slumbering on his back. The warmth of your body against his, coupled with the rhythmic rise and fall of your breath, brought about a sense of tranquility he hadn't felt in a long time.

Carlos gently shifted his position, careful not to disturb your sleep, and decided to stay in that moment a little while longer, relishing in the comfort and contentment of having you by his side.

As he continued watching the race replay, he couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth and contentment, knowing that he had found not only a passionate supporter but also a person with whom he could share quiet, intimate moments like this.

You woke up in your bed for the second time in a row without knowing how you even got there in the first place. Confused, you blinked your eyes open and looked around, trying to piece together how you had ended up in your bed again.

The memories of the enchanting evening with Carlos and the comforting massage flooded back, but the details of how you had transitioned from the couch to your bed remained elusive.

It was as if the night had taken on a dreamlike quality, blurring the lines between reality and imagination. . . .

It was the Spanish Grand Prix, and you had the privilege of attending with Carlos for the first time since you've been together.

As you watched from your seat in Carlos' car how the bustling crowd of racing enthusiasts were, you couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. The vibrant red sundress you wore perfectly matched Carlos' spirited personality and love of speed.

You made your way to the entrance, the sun kissed your skin, and the adrenaline in the air heightened the anticipation of witnessing the roaring engines and exhilarating race. It was a moment you would never forget, a celebration of your shared passion and the beginning of many more thrilling adventures together.

As you two emerged from the car, his hand immediately touched your hips, guiding you through the paddock to the Ferrari garage.

As you walked through the crowded paddock, you couldn't help but notice the sea of red surrounding you. It seemed like everyone was wearing the team colors to show their support for Carlos and his racing team.

The vibrant red sundress you chose seemed to blend in perfectly with the atmosphere, making you feel like a part of the action. Carlos looked at you with a smile, appreciating the effort you had put into matching with him.

Occasionally, he would stop to sign autographs for his adoring fans. The anticipation surrounding Carlos was immense, as this was his home track and everyone expected a lot from him.

Before heading off to his meeting, you turned to him and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. Your words were filled with warmth and admiration. You assured him. "I'm proud of you, no matter what happens."

"Thank you Cariño." he said smirking at you.

As you watched Carlos prepare for his race, you realized that this time, you would stay by his side instead of wandering off or meeting up with Lily, as you had often done in the past. This time, you understood that he needed more support before this race even started.

Carlos' home track held a special significance for his performance. Not only did it come with a sense of familiarity and comfort, but it also brought with it the unwavering support of the local fans who had been cheering him on since the beginning.

The energy and encouragement from the crowd fueled his determination to push harder and achieve success in front of his home audience.

You watched as he checked his car with the team, catching him glancing up at you multiple times to see if you were still there. It was clear that your presence meant a lot to him, and you were determined to be his unwavering source of support throughout the race.

As the time approached for the race to start, Carlos took you into a private room. As Carlos pulled you into the private room, a sense of urgency filled the air.

With hungry, heated kisses, his lips passionately explored yours, igniting a fiery desire within you. His strong hands tightly gripped your hips, pulling you closer, as if he couldn't get enough of you.

His actions sent shivers down your spine and intensified your longing for him. In that moment, you realized just how much his presence and touch ignited a deep desire within you, making you crave more of his passionate embrace.

You felt a surge of desire and passion, fueled by Carlos' intense affection. The way he held you, kissed you, and expressed his need for you created an irresistible magnetism between the two of you, intensifying your own desire and emotions.

Then, with a final look, he disappeared, leaving you with a mixture of excitement and anticipation.

Minutes later, the roar of the engines filled the air, signaling the start of the race. Your heart raced as you awaited the outcome.

Carlos immediately shot off the starting line, his car a blur of speed and determination. He skillfully maneuvered through the pack, steadily gaining ground on the leaders. As the race progressed, it became clear that Carlos was in a fierce battle for first place with Max and Lando, exchanging positions and pushing each other to their limits.

The crowd erupted with excitement, their cheers fueling Carlos' determination to seize the coveted top spot. Lap after lap, he showcased his exceptional racing skills, executing daring overtakes and defending his position with unwavering focus.

The tension in the air was palpable as the race entered its final stages, and it became a nail-biting fight to the finish line.

And then, it happened. The crowd erupted in cheers as Carlos crossed the finish line, victorious. His car sped past, his smile radiating joy and triumph.

As soon as he stepped out of the car, his eyes immediately sought you out.

You melted into his embrace, savoring the taste of victory and the warmth of his touch. The crowd roared around you, but in that moment, it was as if you were the only two people in the world. Your hands were cupping his cheeks, feeling the roughness of his stubble against your palms, while his hands rested firmly on your hips, anchoring you to the present.

The electrifying chemistry between the two of you was undeniable, and as you looked into each other's eyes, you knew that this victory was not just his, but yours as well.

In that instant, the world seemed to stand still. All your worries and doubts were forgotten. All that existed was the connection between you two.

In that moment, a surge of overwhelming love and pride washed over you. Thoughts of all the sacrifices and challenges you both had overcome flooded your mind, and you couldn't help but feel an immense sense of gratitude for being a part of Carlos' journey to victory.

"I'm so proud of you!" You said loud enough for him to hear over the chants of his name across the platform.

"Thank you Cariño, thank you for supporting me throughout," Carlos said, unable to think straight with the amount of adrenaline coursing through his body.

As the cheers of the crowd continued to echo in your ears, you leaned in and pressed your lips against Carlos' once more, savoring the taste of victory and the sweetness of his kiss. It was a moment of pure bliss, a celebration of their shared triumph.

Reluctantly, you pulled away, knowing that Carlos had to go to the podium to receive his well-deserved trophy.

With a final lingering glance, you whispered, "Go get that trophy, my champion." And with that, he ran off, leaving you with a heart filled with love and pride. . . .

It was the afterparty for Carlos' home win and everyone decided to go to a large club to celebrate.

As the night unfolded, you emerged from the car in a stunning red cocktail dress that hugged your curves in all the right places. The dress featured a plunging neckline and intricate lace detailing, exuding an air of elegance and sophistication.

The silky fabric cascaded down to your knees, swaying gracefully with every step you took. Your outfit was completed with a pair of sleek stiletto heels and a statement clutch, adding a touch of glamour to your ensemble.

As you entered the club, heads turned and whispers of admiration filled the air. The dimmed lights of the venue illuminated the sequins and beads embellishing your dress, creating a mesmerizing sparkle that mirrored the excitement in the room.

As the night progressed, you found yourself drawn into a conversation with the partners of the Formula One drivers.

"We're so proud of Carlos, we can't believe he did it," Lily said proudly, giving you a tight hug.

"Thank you, I can't believe it too," You replied, smiling happily at the memory of Carlos winning a few hours ago.

"It seemed like you were like his main support," Lily teased and your cheeks heated at her words.

"That's- that's not true." You denied it, "I just gave him an encouraging word here and there. It was mostly him that did all the work."

"That's not what Carlos said in his interview," Alexandra said, nudging your shoulder with hers.

Wanting to be a responsible person, you volunteered to be the sober one among you and Carlos. You wanted to allow Carlos to fully enjoy himself without worries, knowing that you would drive him home at the end of the night.

However, the girls in the group had a different idea. They suggested taking shots to celebrate, and despite your reservations, you decided to join the festivities.

As the night went on, the DJ played infectious music, prompting everyone to get up and dance. You found yourself caught up in the rhythm, joining in with the vibrant atmosphere.

Suddenly the music was lowered and you followed everyone's gaze, and to your surprise, there was Carlos walking into the club, holding his trophy high in the air. The crowd erupted into applause, creating a sea of cheering fans.

He made his way through the crowd, making space for himself to pass through. The crowd cleared out, creating a path for him to be in the center, where everyone could see him.

As he stepped onto the stage, the entire club erupted into applause. The cheering echoed through the air, a testament to his dedication and hard work.

You watched from a distance as Carlos delivered his speech, thanking his fans and everyone who had supported him that day. His words were filled with gratitude and humility, and it was evident that he meant every word.

From where you were standing, you couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in Carlos. He had achieved something extraordinary, and you had the opportunity to witness his moment of triumph firsthand.

Suddenly, your attention was drawn to a man in the crowd. He seemed particularly interested in you, despite it being widely known that you were already in a relationship with Carlos.

"Hello señorita, are you alone here?" The man asked. Some of his words were slurred.

"Umm, I'm not actually, I came with my friends," You said, trying to look for anyone familiar that was close by to help you.

"Well I don't see them so it's only me and you," he muttered amused by you. Everyone was watching Carlos' speech which meant that no one was going to help you.

"I'm in a relationship," you tried to remind him but that got him more angry.

"Lies! Everyone knows that you and him are in a PR relationship." He yelled, smashing his fist on the table he was leaning on.

You jumped at his actions, wishing someone would look and help you but it was never the case. This left you feeling confused and frustrated, unsure of how to handle the situation.

Just as you were contemplating how to respond, you felt a presence by your side.

Just as you were contemplating how to respond, you felt a presence by your side. It was Carlos. He looked concerned for you but angry at the man flirting with you.

Carlos stood protectively beside you, sending a clear message that you were not alone and that he would not tolerate anyone disrespecting you.

He stepped forward, his voice firm as he said, "I think it's time for you to leave."

The man's confident facade faltered, realizing he had crossed a line. He stammered an apology, his words barely audible, before quickly scattering off into the crowd. Carlos, still standing by your side, maintained his protective stance, his eyes never leaving the man's retreating figure.

You felt a wave of relief wash over you, grateful for Carlos' unwavering support in that moment.

Carlos then stood in front of you, holding your hands in his, "Are you okay? Did he do anything to you?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine concern.

You shook your head, thankful that the situation didn't escalate further. "No, I'm okay. He was just being aggressive and disrespectful," you replied, feeling a mix of emotions.

Carlos squeezed your hands reassuringly, his eyes filled with a mix of anger and relief. "I'm glad you're safe. Let's stay together for the rest of the evening, okay? I won't let anything happen to you," he said, his protective nature shining through.

As Carlos guided you through the crowded room, his hands firmly on your waist, you couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort and security. It was as if he was determined to keep you close, not wanting to lose sight of you again.

You leaned into his touch, grateful for his presence and the way he made you feel safe in a world that had seemed so uncertain just moments ago.

Eventually, you found the rest of the group and shared with them what had happened. Concerned for your well-being, they all agreed to stick together for the rest of the night, ensuring that everyone felt safe and protected.

As the evening went on, you felt a sense of unity and support among your friends, and the initial fear and uncertainty began to fade away.

Together, you formed a tight-knit circle, laughing, dancing, and enjoying each other's company, grateful for the strength and solidarity you found in one another.

All the boys decided to let the girls let loose and have a few drinks, taking on the role of guardians for the night.

They made sure the girls were safe, monitoring their alcohol intake and ensuring they were comfortable and protected.

It was a gesture of care and respect, fostering an environment where everyone could have a good time without any worries.

"Babe," you whined, clinging onto your boyfriend so you wouldn't fall to the ground.

Carlos chuckled, his eyes filled with both surprise and amusement at your playful whining. He tightened his grip around you, refusing to let you slip off.

"Oh, so you're trying to escape, huh?" he teased, pulling you closer and planting a gentle kiss on your forehead. "Nice try, but I've got you. I won't let you fall, my love."

"Escape? Who said anything about escaping?" you replied with a mischievous grin, playfully swaying your body to the rhythm of the music.

Carlos raised an eyebrow, a playful challenge gleaming in his eyes. "Well, then show me your best dance moves, and maybe, just maybe, I'll let you off the hook," he teased.

As the romantic melody filled the air, you and Carlos locked eyes, the playful banter fading into a tender moment. With a smile, you surrendered to the music, allowing it to guide your movement.

As the music pulsed through your bodies, you let your inhibitions melt away and decided to be more flirtatious with Carlos. With a mischievous glint in your eyes, you began to sway your hips and grind your waist against him, teasing him with your seductive moves.

Carlos couldn't help but be captivated by your playful and alluring gestures, his eyes locked on yours, as the chemistry between you intensified on the dance floor.

The flirtatious energy in the air was palpable, as you whispered teasing promises in his ear, leaving him craving more of your touch.

"Mi amor, you better stop before you start something I won't stop," Carlos muttered into your ear, a playful warning laced with desire.

You laughed softly, feeling a surge of excitement at his words. "Oh, really? And what if I want to start something you won't stop?" you whispered back, your voice laced with a hint of seduction.

Carlos' eyes darkened with desire, his grip on you tightening ever so slightly. "Then, mi amor, be prepared for a night you won't forget," he replied, his voice low and filled with anticipation

He leaned in and his lips crashed against yours, his kiss lingering for a few moments. You felt your heart flutter and your stomach knot as you melted into him, your body responding to him as if on autopilot.

You felt a wave of warmth wash over you as you gave in to the moment.

The night unfolded in a blur of passion and desire. Your memory of the events that followed became hazy, fragmented, and ultimately, nonexistent.

All you knew was that you had surrendered to the intoxicating connection between you and Carlos, allowing it to sweep you away into a realm where time stood still and only the sensations of pleasure remained. . . .

"Guys, we're going home," Carlos told the others while supporting you, his protective arm wrapped around your waist. As you stumbled slightly, still lost in the haze of passion, you couldn't help but feel grateful for his presence, knowing that he would take care of you every step of the way.

The night air was cool against your flushed skin as you stumbled towards Carlos' car. The events of the night replayed in your mind, a mix of excitement and contentment filling your thoughts.

As you settled into the passenger seat, you glanced at Carlos, a knowing smile passing between you.

As you fell asleep during the drive, Carlos carefully carried you into his house. His touch was gentle and protective. He laid you down on his bed, tucking you in with care before standing back to admire your peaceful form.

The events of the night had left you both physically and emotionally spent, and in that moment, Carlos couldn't help but feel a surge of tenderness towards you.

You woke up in a daze, your surroundings unfamiliar. Blinking away from the remnants of sleep, you realized you were in Carlos' bedroom. The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow on the room.

Your heart skipped a beat as you remembered the events of the previous night and the intense connection you shared with Carlos.

As you tried to move, you were slowly pulled into an embrace from behind you, making you jump slightly. Turning around, you saw Carlos half asleep in the bed, shirtless.

Carlos' dark hair was disheveled and sticking up in all directions, a clear sign that he had just woken up. His usually neat and tidy appearance was now replaced by the unkempt look of someone who had been sleeping soundly.

Despite his sleepy state, Carlos' facial features were still prominent. His strong jawline and high cheekbones gave him a rugged, masculine appearance, while his deep-set eyes and furrowed brow suggested a pensive, thoughtful nature.

As Carlos stretched his arms above his head, the muscles in his upper body rippled beneath his skin. The defined contours of his chest and arms were a testament to his dedication to physical fitness, even as he fought against the lingering drowsiness of his slumber.

His tousled hair and sleepy expression only added to his allure, and you couldn't help but smile at the sight of him, feeling a flutter of warmth in your chest.

His eyes fluttered open, and a sleepy smile formed on his lips as he pulled you closer, whispering, "Good morning, beautiful."

"Did we do it?" You questioned shyly, unable to remember anything after they left the club.

"No, we didn't, you fell asleep before we could do anything," Carlos muttered, fighting against the sleep. "We wouldn't do anything either way, you were drunk."

As you remembered what you were doing in the club, you felt embarrassed and ashamed. The intense connection you shared with Carlos had clouded your judgment, and you realized that you were dangerously close to breaking the rules of the PR contract.

If you didn't stop, you knew that the consequences could be severe, jeopardizing not only your professional reputation but also your relationship with Carlos.

"Carlos, this was only supposed to be temporary, you know?"

"What is?"

"Our relationship."

Carlos then woke up more, resting up against his elbow so he could look at you better. His eyes slowly opened, and a soft frown spread across his face as he gazed at you. He reached out a hand, gently caressing your cheek, his touch warm and comforting.

“You’re talking about the PR contract?”

“Yes, this is what they were worried about, us getting too attached,” you tried to stress your concern but Carlos didn’t look bothered at all.

Carlos fully turned to you, a conflicted look on his face. "I know, I know. But I...I don't think I can just pretend anymore. Not with you."

Your heart raced as he inched closer, his warm brown eyes searching yours. "Carlos, we can't. It'll ruin everything if anyone finds out."

"I don't care," he whispered, cupping your face in his hands. "I'm tired of hiding how I feel about you."

And in that moment, any doubt you had melted away. You pulled him into a passionate kiss, all thoughts of the contract and the façade disappearing. This was real - the feelings you two had developed were undeniable.

His lips met yours with a fervent intensity, the heat between you palpable. All the unspoken emotions you had been harboring came rushing to the surface, igniting a fire within.

The world around you faded away as you lost yourself in his embrace, every touch sending electric shocks through your body.

In that passionate moment, there was no more room for hesitation or uncertainty. This connection you shared was undeniable, transcending any obligations or false pretenses.

It was real, raw, and overwhelming in the most intoxicating way. There was no turning back now - you had given yourself over completely to this man and the feelings you shared.

Whatever happened next, you knew you was in this with Carlos for the long haul. . . .

[mangonatural]

i have resolved any hardware issues that might have been standing in the way between me and making spn amvs . unfortunately this does nothing to fix the problem that i have No Fucking Time

[blue-jisungs]

JAM & BUTTERFLY

author's note. i love wonwoo so much?! also this songs is so cute wtf:(

summary. just a sweet morning with your boyfie<3

word count. 1036

warnings. may appear as a slightly suggestive if u squint :3 and! shirtless wonu (blame @slytherinshua)

warmth spread on your skin, sunlight peeking on you through the window. as you slowly stirred awake, you embraced the feeling of coziness – fresh air, comfortable blanket and duvet, fluffy pillow… warmth, so much of it. 

but in a pleasant way. a way that hugs you and surrounds you in a bear alike grasp. 

and you knew that another source of it was your personal teddy bear boyfriend wonwoo. 

finally peeking an eye open, you saw the man himself. and, as per usual, mere seconds after waking up you were already stunned by his beauty. 

he had his glasses on, resting on the ridge of his pretty nose. plush lips were parted as he was focused. wonwoo was reading a book, holding it with his right hand – pinky and thumb holding the pages down as the rest of fingers were supporting the weight. his upper back was pressed against the headrest, probably not the most comfortable position.

the sunlight fell on his figure, usually ebony eyes being now lighter, reminding you of pools of honey. they moved as he scanned the letters, fully emerged in the text.

sliding your gaze down, to his attractive neck and collarbones… down to his bare chest. you couldn’t help but smile, the gesture probably imprinting on his skin. 

that is always a signal that the weather has shifted and it’s warmer: wonwoo is sleeping without his shirt. not the flowers blooming or astrological signs… just wonwoo and his lack of upper piece of clothing. 

”someone’s awake, hm?” he hummed, his deep morning voice sending shivers down your spine. you’ll never get used to this - even though his voice (and laugh) might be the most beautiful sound in the whole universe. 

“mhm…” you purred, too lazy to form words yet. 

you just realised wonwoo’s left hand was holding you. it snuck under your (his) oversized t-shirt and moved in soothing motions on your bare back. 

deciding to get even more of him, you shuffled closer and tucked your head in the crook of his neck. 

“i made breakfast, it’s still warm” wonwoo announced softly and you could feel the vibrations coming from his neck when he spoke. 

whatever he did, it always gave you butterflies. whether it was… breakfast in the morning or just washing the dishes for you. he made feel like a teenager again; all sweet inside. 

“in a sec…” you grunted, letting your eyes close again. you were just so… comfy… so… 

“hey, misses, don’t snooze” wonwoo chuckled, his chest buzzing. a smile sprung on your lips but your eyes remained closed. 

“you’re reading either way, i’ll just nap” replying, you weren’t sure how he understood you: half of your words came out as a slurred speech. 

but he understood, he always did. 

you felt him move a bit, probably to put the book away. then, it was all sudden but oh so soft, his right arm wrapped around you as well. your face momentarily squished into his chest (not like you minded) before he quite literally manhandled you – rolled over a bit closer and then made you sit up on his lap. trapping him between your thighs, one hand resting on his chest and the other rubbing your eye in a sleepy manner. 

this was apparently very funny because wonwoo laughed wholeheartedly, hands squeezing your sides.

“what?” you huffed, trying to act annoyed. 

“you’re just so cute, baby” he replied with that boyish smile of his. 

there was a certain way in which he looked at you. for a while you didn’t realise, only when your friends pointed it out: wonwoo admired you, looked at you as if you hung the stars yourself. 

“don’t look at me like that” you giggled, realising he’s doing it now. sure, he wasn’t doing it in purpose. but wonwoo just couldn’t help himself but scan your pretty features, take in your appearance in front of him – basking in sunlight, having messy hair and a bare face. 

“why?” your boyfriend teased, poking your sides gently. 

“because i’m shy” you let out a grunt and hung your head down, trying to hide your face from him. 

“ah…” he sighed, amused. you moved closer and pecked his forehead, taking his hands off you in the meantime. 

and then you tried to escape, to brush your teeth. 

keyword: tried. 

because in no time wonwoo’s cat-alike instincts trapped you in his hold again. 

“where are you running off to?” he teased and patted the spot were you were sleeping. you sat there, crossing your legs and as you yawned loudly, he placed down the breakfast on a wooden trace. 

fresh strawberries and some watermelon (no blueberries, though), toast with jam, croissants with chocolate and coffee. 

“when did you prepare that?” you asked and reached for a strawberry. wonwoo shrugged and grabbed the toast. 

“i woke up quite early, couldn’t sleep. i went on a run and on my way back i made the coffee. i decided to leave it here and read a chapter or two… and then you woke up” your boyfriend explained casually but your heart was racing like crazy. he’s saying it like it’s nothing but… you were whipped. wonwoo was like honey, you were like a bee – not only was he sweet but it would always make you stick to him. maybe it was a cliche metaphor but that’s how you felt. 

you noticed a bit of strawberry jam in the corner of his lips and you just smiled, reaching for the croissant. 

“thank you, i appreciate it” you hummed before taking a bite. 

“anything for you, angel” wonwoo smiled sweetly. 

after finishing the breakfast and putting away the plates, you decided to stay in bed a little more. you grabbed a tissue and cleaned wonwoo’s face from the jam, giggles and chuckles escaping from both of you. 

“a big baby, hm?” you cooed, cracking a grin. wonwoo just rolled his eyes dramatically and after you threw away the tissue, he pulled you closer. capturing your lips in a kiss, you could taste the sweet, sweet strawberry jam. smiling into the kiss, melting upon the moment you came to a conclusion that what’s what dating wonu feels like. like jam and butterflies. 

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[sukunasweetheart]

I refuse to believe Sukuna wouldn’t eat his lover’s body if they pass before him. There is no way he will let you rot away when you could be with him forever. Especially if it was by your own request. He will eat your heart raw and drink your blood like its ambrosia. Your soul will remain within him for all eternity uwu

ANON THIS IS SAUR BIG BRAINED..... THE WAY THAT THIS IS SO CORRECT 🥹🥹🥹🥹 i literally even had a fic idea similar to this 🥲🫡 i just love this concept, its so poetic and resonates so deeply with his canon character 💖

he'd carry a part of you with him forever through consuming you, the warmth of your blood spreading in his own veins as he drinks from your flesh, it tastes divine like nothing else, perhaps it's because he cherishes you so much, understands how precious you are to him, knows that this is the only chance he'll ever get to indulge in the pure, raw taste of you--

And knowing that this was something you wanted - to be consumed by him - makes sukuna's heart swell with pride, you wholly accepted him, and embraced him for all that he is. For that, he will dutifully devour you, just as you wished.

Each bite he takes, means another part of you is gone from his hands. Sukuna leaves nothing behind, even your bones are crushed up by his strong teeth before he swallows them up, too. It feels odd, to eat someone that he'd wholeheartedly loved as much as he did with you.

It's a messy, gruesome looking process. His four hands are tainted with your crimson blood, and the same has occurred around the edges of his mouth. He blinks, and your corpse has disappeared, as he's now eaten you down completely.

And yet, though he's fulfilled his desires and your request, and was fully able to enjoy the unique and delightful flavours of your body, sukuna feels strange.

He feels unsatisfied.

He had you to the last fragment, alone. So why is he still left with yearning?

Sukuna stares at his emptied, bloodied hands. Yes, empty... It's the first time he's felt empty after such a full meal.

He will never be able to touch you again, and that is almost unbearable to fathom, more than he realised. The only comfort he receives, is that your body is now within him, and he will carry you around to wherever he goes.

Doomed to forever to yearn after a taste, a person that he can never have again, sukuna picks up the bloodied kimono that he'd stripped you of from the floor, and leaves this place behind in silence.

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This is just an afterthought, but imagine if you do actually pop up in his innate domain quite some time after, which surprises him 🤔 but then he realises that he probably ate you up with so much love that he'd unknowingly cursed you and took a part of your literal soul with him when he consumed your body--

He'd call you a sly thing, asking if you knew this would happen when you'd asked him to devour you with your dying breath. Yet he seems quite overjoyed by the fact that he can interact with you again

He would question you on why you're only showing up now, after making him grieve for so long (he wouldn't verbally say that last part 🤭) and you tell him its bc you're only a tiny fragment of yourself, it took a while for you to even develop this appearance of yours

You probably appear to him in his dreams or whenever hes just spacing out 😇

[weirdkpopgirl]

Stealing Kisses | Dream Reaction #14

Reaction: When their gf steals a kiss from them

Genre: Fluff, slight angst in some

Warnings: insecure thoughts, kinda suggestive, light making out in Jaemin's, kissing (obviously lol)

Word Count: ~3.1k

Author's Note: This idea came to me last week I think, and I thought it'd be fun to write. I think you guys like this type of stuff too lol. It was also nice to write something sweet and fluffy, a break from my recent stuff. Hope you all like it and thank you for reading ^ ^

P.S. I'm currently have a few fics I'm working on. But I'm going to try writing some shorter stories for the members and group things to fill up my second masterlist.

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mark

The two of you were lying side by side on his bed, your gazes fixed on the ceiling. Mark was sharing his late-night thoughts, and you were listening attentively. Nights like these were a regular occurrence, mostly because Mark often had something weighing on his mind. Though it was usually just him recounting his busy day, tonight things seemed to carry a more serious tone.

“Sometimes, I’m just really not satisfied with myself,” he admitted, running a hand through his hair. “Like so many people are relying on me— with the company, 127 and Dream. Then there are the fans too, I don’t want to fail them. But no matter how much time and energy I put in, it’s not enough.”

You carefully processed your boyfriend’s concerns, trying to put yourself in his shoes. It was so easy to say he was just overthinking and shouldn’t worry so much. Yet you couldn’t bring yourself to do so, given that you faced similar struggles. Those dismissive words weren’t what either of you needed to hear. Mark was undoubtedly the most hardworking person you knew, but you understood all too well the feeling of never quite doing enough.

Before speaking this time, you opted for a different approach of consolation. You shifted around to gently place your hand on his cheek, guiding his gaze towards you. With closed eyes, you leaned in to kiss him softly. Your lips moved slowly against his, hoping he could feel the comfort of your touch. Soon enough, Mark’s hand rested comfortably on your back, reciprocating the affection.

You stifled a light giggle as you pulled away, catching his slightly confused expression. Offering a small smile you used your thumb to caress his cheek reassuringly.

“You’re doing great, Mark,” you whispered sincerely. “You might not think so at times, but I’m always so proud of you.”

And it was those words that caused tears to gloss over Mark’s eyes. Then he was pulling you into a much-needed embrace, holding you tightly in his arms. You could feel the warmth of his smile as he mumbled, “Babe, I love you so much.”

Though you didn’t necessarily need to return the words for him to understand, you still said you loved him too. He deserved it, after all. He deserved every bit of love, understanding, and support. And you were more than willing to give it to him, wholeheartedly.

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renjun 

You emerged from the kitchen, holding a plate of freshly cut mango in your hand. Renjun was sitting at the table, fully absorbed in the watercolor painting in front of him. Seeing him use the paint set you got for his birthday brought a smile to your face. He was so engrossed in the activity that he almost didn’t hear you sit in the empty chair beside him.

Renjun momentarily glanced up from his artwork to greet you. “Hey.”

“Hey,” you replied quietly, carefully placing the plate of fruit on the table. The two of you shared a smile before his attention was on painting again.

For a moment, you paused to admire the way his focused expression softened his features, making him even more endearing in your eyes. You always found joy in watching your boyfriend immerse himself in the things he loved. Renjun consistently poured his heart and soul into everything he did, and that dedication was one of the many reasons your relationship flourished so beautifully. 

After a few minutes passed by of you silently observing the boy, you leaned into place a quick kiss on his cheek. His eyes widened in surprise, and a faint blush followed. 

“What was that for?” he asked, voice laced with curiosity.

You simply shrugged in response before confessing, “Just thought you looked cute.”

Renjun’s soft chuckle was like honey for your ears, and you couldn’t suppress a smile. “Oh is that so?” he teased, amusement twinkling in his eyes even as his gaze softened when he looked at you.

Now it was your turn to feel shy, heat naturally rushing to your face. Without a word, you reached for a slice of mango and lifted it to Renjun’s lips, quietly offering the yellow piece of fruit to him. Lucky for you, his eyes sparkled with fondness as he accepted the treat. 

However, he didn’t waste the chance to quickly steal a kiss from your lips, before taking a bite. Your eyes mirrored the surprise he had experienced earlier, and Renjun laughed now the tables had been turned. He savored the sweetness of the mango, just as he savored the sweet moment shared between the two of you.

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jeno 

You weren’t exactly expecting to return home to Jeno sprawled across your sofa. It was late at night, and you technically should have been back in your apartment much earlier. However, you got caught up in helping your friend rehearse for an audition and lost track of time. If you had known your boyfriend would be coming, you definitely would’ve gone home sooner.

 After quietly removing your shoes and shedding off your jacket, you carefully crossed the room to check the man resting on the couch. He looked so peaceful with his eyes blissfully shut and the pillow he held close to his chest. Yet, you couldn’t help but frown, thinking about how he must’ve been exhausted from work. While he never complained, you usually saw through his facade.

With a barely audible sigh, you fetched a cozy blanket to drape over him and tucked it snugly around his sleeping form. Leaning down, your lips pressed to his forehead and let your lips linger for a moment before pulling away. You straightened up, ready to start your nightly routine before heading to bed yourself. However, you froze when a warm hand tugged at your wrist. 

“Don’t go,” he murmured, almost sounding like a child begging his mom not to leave. 

The unexpected sound of his voice made your heart skip a beat. “Sorry for waking you up,” you apologized sheepishly, turning back to see him.

He shifted over a bit to give you some space, and you sat down beside him. Without thinking, your hand subconsciously moved to stroke his hair gently. He hummed at the sensation, appreciating any sort of affection from you.

“Don’t apologize. I liked it,” he said softly, leaning further into your touch. “Do you always kiss me when I’m asleep?”

“Sometimes,” you admitted quietly, feeling a blush creeping up your cheeks.

A small pout formed on his lips in response. “You should just kiss me when I’m awake so I can give you one back.”

His words would’ve sounded playful if they hadn’t been spoken in such a sulky tone. But of course, you sort of expected this reaction from Jeno. Chuckling softly, your embarrassment gradually began to melt away.

Moving your hand to caress his face, you casually said, “Well you can give me one now if you’d like.”

With your permission, Jeno happily sat up to pull you closer for a kiss that made your head spin. Nonetheless, it was a tender moment that left you both with silly smiles as you parted. Afterward, you took his hand in yours and suggested you both move to the bedroom so he could sleep more comfortably.

Later, as you cuddled up together in bed, Jeno smiled to himself as he felt a rush of love he felt for you. Even though it was past one a.m., he still found himself falling for you all over again.

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haechan 

To say the least, Haechan was a little restless just chilling in his apartment with you. Usually, he liked being at home, especially with your company. But the original plan for today was to have a lovely date at Han River, which was forfeited due to the ongoing thunderstorm outside. He regretted not looking at the weather forecast beforehand.

So to cure his self-proclaimed “boredom,” Haechan proposed the idea of playing the pepero game. At first, you tried to decline, knowing that you’d be signing up for endless teasing and blushing on your part. That didn’t sound very fun to you.

“Oh come on, babe!” he pleaded, shaking the pepero box. “I won’t be annoying this time, promise.”

Knowing he was going to keep whining until you agreed, you reluctantly set aside the book you were using to ignore him. “Ugh, fine. But just this once!” you conceded, holding your pointer finger up as a warning.

Haechan grinned triumphantly as he tore open the bag inside the box to retrieve a Pepero stick. He moved to where you were sitting on the couch and lifted the chocolate-covered treat to your lips, gesturing to open it. With a resigned sigh, you reluctantly complied and took the stick with your teeth. Haechan took hold of the other end, his eyes already sparkling with mischief.

As the two of you started nibbling, Haechan promptly contradicted his earlier promise of not being annoying. His eyes sparkled with mischief when you hesitated after he took the next bite, leaving only a few centimeters left. No matter how often you had been in close proximity with your boyfriend, there was something uniquely captivating about the way his warm tan skin was adorned with scattered moles, and how you could get lost in his deep brown eyes. Seeing those features up close always stirred a weirdly fluttery sensation in your heart.

“Don’t tell me you’re getting shy already, (Y/n),” he teased, his words slightly muffled by the long biscuit between his teeth. You merely glared at him in response, unwilling to admit how easily you were influenced by him.

To rebel, you decided to make a bold move of your own this time. Despite your racing heart, you seized the opportunity and bit the remaining piece, but not without planting a swift kiss on his lips. Haechan froze for a moment as you pulled away. A laugh escaped when you saw that he was too stunned to speak. Well, that was one way to shut him up.

Feigning innocence, you asked, “That’s what you wanted, am I wrong?”

It didn’t take long for a grin to spread across the boy’s lips. The initial shock of your unexpected kiss was replaced by a look of amusement. In the next moment, his right arm encircled your waist, drawing you close once more. You didn’t even have time to blush before his lips began to explore every exposed inch of your skin.

“You’re so bad for me,” he murmured between kisses, his fingers tangling your hair. “But I love it.”

You giggled, surrendering to the warmth of his affection. Maybe you’d be more inclined to indulge in games with Haechan now, knowing they’d end up like this.

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jaemin

In the solace of his apartment, Jaemin observed you interact with his cats in the living room. Usually, he’d be cooing and snapping a hundred pictures of you and his children. However, he wasn’t very amused at the moment.

Na Jaemin never thought he’d be jealous of his babies until he saw Luke rubbing against your leg and hopping into your lap. Your giggly response and the way you tenderly stroked your fingers through the feline’s soft white hair, certainly didn’t make him feel any better. Although he loved his pets dearly, seeing them snuggle up to you so easily made him feel a bit envious. 

“Hmmph, it seems like you’ve become more fond of Luke than your own boyfriend,” he scoffed, not even bothering to hide it. 

You looked up, noticing how he was resting his head in the palm of his hand, his elbow propped on the couch’s armrest. His body language fully displayed his discontent, and you tried not to laugh. Rolling your eyes, you returned Luke to his siblings and tugged the collar of Jaemin’s hoodie to pull him in for a sweet kiss. 

Any negative feelings dissipated instantly as his heart fluttered at the touch of your lips against his. Warmth spread through him like wildfire. But before he could reciprocate the kiss, you pulled away with a playful glint in your eyes.

“Does that make you happy?” you teased, gently pushing him back to give yourself some space.

Adoration shined over Jaemin’s eyes as he grinned. “Hm, I think another one would make me even happier,” he said, his voice husky with desire.

Before you could even respond this time, Jaemin was already leaning in to capture your lips in a passionate kiss that sent sparks flying between you. One of his hands rested on the nape of your neck, allowing him to press his lips harder against yours, while the other was placed firmly on your waist. Though you were initially caught off guard by the sudden intensity of the kiss, you decided to enjoy this moment of intimacy.

As you melted into each other’s arms, Jaemin was reminded once again of just how amazing it felt to be loved by you. Honestly, if he could have one wish, he’d probably wish to kiss you forever.

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chenle 

The steaming pot of oxtail soup stared up at you, and you lowered the heat to let it simmer some more. It was your first time cooking the Chinese soup. But recalling how your mom used to make it when you were younger, figuring it on your own hadn’t been too difficult. Although you were mostly confident in your culinary skills, you still wanted to be sure.

“Lele, can you come here for a sec?” you called out to your boyfriend who was probably playing some mobile game in the living room. 

You could hear rustling sounds, and soon the sound of slippers padding against the wooden floor reached your ears.  “Smells good babe,” he said, shuffling over to your side. 

Something about seeing Chenle waddle into the kitchen, wearing a black sweatshirt with the hood over his messy hair, made your heart strangely beat faster. But instead of ignoring that feeling like you usually did, you decided to act on it this time.

After dipping a spoon in the red broth, you raised the utensil to his mouth. “Taste it for me.”

Chenle complied, allowing you to feed him some of the soup. You tried to suppress a laugh as a smug yet impressed expression appeared on his face. However, before he could give you his feedback, you swiftly leaned in to give him a peck. 

The male froze for a moment at your actions. You chuckled softly and hugged his waist, as your cheeks flushed with embarrassment. His eyes widened in surprise before the corner of his lips curled into a smirk. A part of him wanted to tease you for stepping out of your shy image, but he also found himself enjoying it a little too much. 

“Did you like it?” you asked, glancing up at him innocently.

Chenle’s cocky grin widened as he leaned in closer. His eyes twinkled with mischief, as he used his pointer finger to gently tilt your chin upward. “Wait, let me taste it again to just be sure,” he teased.

It didn’t take much for you to understand that he was not talking about the food. You simply smiled as his lips brushed against yours before he went all in. Shivers danced down your spine as you melted into the electrifying kiss. By the time you finally pulled apart, Chenle was smiling like an idiot.

“Hm, that was delicious,” he breathed, earning a playful smack on the shoulder from you. Even though you had started it, his comment was unnecessary in your opinion. Was he trying to kill you?

Trying to recover from your now flustered state, you returned your attention to the brewing pot on the stove. Chenle’s laugh rang through your ears, and then he was squeezing you into a backhug. It was those types of moments that reassured you that being with Chenle could never be boring.

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jisung 

Amidst the dark sky, the street lamps cast a soft, golden glow as you walked back to your apartment. Jisung strolled beside you, holding your hand securely. Occasionally, you smiled to yourself, thinking about how tonight had been another lovely date, filled with laughter, shared stories, and stolen glances that spoke volumes without a single word.

As you neared your apartment building, you felt Jisung’s fingers intertwined with yours tighten. A sense of reluctance washed over him, realizing that he wasn’t ready to say goodbye tonight yet. Your presence always brought Jisung a sense of warmth that made him the happiest when you were together. He wanted to experience that just a little while longer.

Pausing in front of your door, your eyes widened when you were pulled into a tight embrace. Jisung seemed clingier than usual this evening, but you honestly couldn’t complain. You returned the hug by wrapping your arms around his waist and letting your nose press against the oversized hoodie he was wearing. The scent of the perfume Renjun recently bought for him filled your senses. It wasn’t bad, you thought to yourself.

“I miss you already,” Jisung murmured, his chin relaxing against your head. 

The soft longing in his voice left your heart melting. These were the types of words you expected to read in texts from Jisung. So hearing them in person was even more touching. A smile tugged on your lips and you pulled away slightly to glance around, ensuring there were no cameras around. Once you confirmed there were no prying eyes that might stir trouble for either of you, you reached up on your tiptoes and pressed a quick but passionate kiss to Jisung’s lips.

He blinked in surprise, heat immediately rushing to his cheeks as the unexpected affection registered through his mind. Any kiss from you always made his heart flutter and left him wearing a shy smile. Nonetheless, witnessing the fondness in your eyes as you were blushing too was irresistible for Jisung.

Chuckling he moved his hand to gently pat your head. “Cute.”

You blushed a little at his words and squeezed in one last hug before he reluctantly released you to head inside. 

“I love you, Ji,” you said quietly, glancing back one last time to ensure he heard you. He exhaled shakily and said he loved you more.

There was an unspoken sadness shared between you, both feeling the weight of the parting. The two of you were uncertain of when or where you’d meet again. However, you found comfort in the knowledge that the love you had with Jisung was too strong to let too much time pass without seeing each other. In the meantime, you would cherish those precious memories together.

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[fayeraa]

I THOUGHT WE HAD REALLY GOOD BED..CHEM ! ☆

⋆ an — this music goes like brrr in my mind. lowercase intentional ; suggestive.

it all started with a movie night.

an intense burn-out ran over you two after a long succession of days, weeks and months of work and red tapes, so it wasn’t surprising to feel this overwhelmed. tho, you found an agreement. when your days-off synchronized, you’d rest in the comforting embrace of your lover to finally have some rest and free time on the couch together. but you never thought it’d turn this way.

a simple brush of his nimble fingers over your pelvis got you worked up for a full-blown make out session.

it was probably one of the better ways to release all the pent-up stress that plagued your tensed bodies at the moment.

so— with a smooth swift of a finger, he started to gently snake over your soft tummy, trailing a invisible path down to you pelvis. the air was hot, but the tension even hotter, as you just laid there on the quilted sofa, your head messily resting on the fluffy cushion, and your body felt oh— so heavy.

your lover continued his journey, now two hands of his carefully clasping your hips and rolling soothing circles on the warm flesh, as his honeyed lips began to smooch up to your chest, leaving delicate wet kisses on your ribcage, giving the same attention, care and affection to each one of his smacks.

you lowered your hand to his head, to grant the same love he wholeheartedly gave you on a silver platter, and combed his downy strands, shining in the dim light of the living room. it was mild, a slow endearment between two loved beings, shared on a random night, on a random day.

your lover didn’t stop, even if your mind was fuzzy with all sort of thoughts, he remained focused on his task, making you feel good. he brushed his hands all over your sides, your tights, your arms, ending up burying his face deep in your neck and breathing in hard, as to feel you completely, while he hold you with one arm on your spine and the other atop your back.

then, when you’d be fully relaxed and your soul would be serene, he’d leave a thousand of love bites whilst you’d whimper his name and pat his hair, to assure him that he was doing good, and all that for you.

and he’s not stopping yet, not until both of you will achieve a complete restful state of mind and that you’ll be able to share your love again, and again, and again.

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. . . shinso, shōto, keigo (bnha), osamu, kageyama. kita, akaashi (hq), inumaki, nanami (jjk). feel free to add more ppl that you think would fit

[@ fayeraa. do not copy, steal nor claim as yours, and do not translate/repost on other platforms.] reblogs appreciated <3

⋆ — erm, hello after 4 months of no-posting and i’m back with something really shitty, hope you’re still enjoying tho 😞

[glitch-but-ya]

The other side of paradise.

Pairing: Sylus x Pacifist!Reader

Tw: Angst(?) + fluff(?), mentions of death and afterlife, mentions of blood and violence,

Summary: A pacifist yearning for tranquility and a relentless conqueror, hardened by the cruelty he has endured, find themselves bound by an unlikely connection. People say love changes the heart, untangles its strings, and tends to its wounds. While the two of you may never fully see eye to eye, you will discover the paradise you seek within each other, mending each other's hearts along the way. W.C: 1,507 words

“The cruelty in our hearts cannot be quelled. But as you grow, you will find man to be kinder.”

He could never understand you. That was the bitter truth the both of you were forced to swallow. The hands that cradled your face stank of the blood of thousands. It was a truth that applied to you both with haunting accuracy. Sylus did not know kindness—an element you possessed in abundance. And yet, despite your circumstances, you two had fallen for each other helplessly. When worlds collide, it is only natural for us to explore the lands that are unknown.

Emotions are impulsive creatures. When you met the relentless conqueror, you felt nothing but sympathy for him. You prayed that his heart could rid itself of the malice it bore, that he could turn over a new leaf and embrace a life of peace one day. You did not hate him. But you did not feel for him either. So why did your heart thump against your chest every time you looked at him?

Emotions are impulsive, and morals are fluid. You could never have expected to learn something from a heartless man. Sylus taught you that immense cruelty and a tender soul could coexist. He taught you that equilibrium exists, even in humans.

The first time you truly looked at him, you saw vulnerability, an odd sense of tenderness, and affection. And it stirred something in you. You felt warmth spreading across your body, to your cheeks, and eventually reaching the chambers of your heart. Your body stilled, blood coursing through your veins at an increased speed, and his eyes softened momentarily around you. But you couldn’t. You couldn’t feel this. You couldn’t be in love. This man single-handedly went against everything you believed in. He preached what you condemned and lived the way you feared. He was what you were afraid of becoming—the type of man you deemed pathetic and vindictive.

Then why? Why did you go quiet under his loving gaze? Why did you begin to see a side of him you wholeheartedly believed did not exist? Why did he start to feel... human?

You decided that the answer was love. Infatuation. But you knew that the two of you were doomed. How could people from two different worlds, both literally and metaphorically, ever touch? Well, one has to learn to compromise.

Sylus was aware of your pacifistic nature. The way you hesitated to raise the gun, the way you faltered to slay the wanderers, or the way you looked at him when he made decisions he believed were necessary for survival. He couldn't bear to see that look on your face, he had to admit. He couldn't handle how you silently pleaded with him to take another route, to make another choice. How you looked at him as if he was about to commit a monstrous act, though to him, he was merely keeping you both safe.

No matter how much he tried to convince himself it was the best choice, the guilt continued to gnaw at him. And the subtle hints you dropped about your discontent afterward did not help. "There's always another way, Sylus," you'd say, your eyes empty and unreadable. If it were anyone else, he would have moved on. But it was you.

“Did you ever consider living a different life? Just... running away from all this and starting over?” you asked, twirling a tiny flower between your fingers. "I mean... don't you get tired?"

It didn’t take long before Sylus began to see the world through your lens. The small snippets of your true thoughts that you'd drop subtly into every conversation changed something in him. And now, the more he thought about it, the clearer it became to him—he didn’t mind any life, as long as you were in it.

Whether it be a simple, domestic lifestyle or a life led by danger and thrill, his only wish was to walk by your side every step of the way. The things he had to leave behind didn’t matter. Not more than a future with you. For a chance to be by your side eternally, he’d sacrifice anything. Whether it be himself or the world, he’d burn both to ashes, rip them to shreds over and over, even if the chance was slim. He would—for you.

But he knew.

Sylus knew it didn’t erase his past. No amount of redemption could rewrite his fate.

“I want to create a haven. With you. A paradise where everyone is equal. Where war and violence don’t exist, where people can live without the fear of coming home to a massacre. I know it's naive. No need to tell me. But, still... if I could save even one soul, I'd be content."

Sylus had said before that he could make every wish come true. And yet, when you'd said this with your head cocked towards the sky, he could not help but feel powerless to fulfill your desire. His calloused hands had worn out from the tartness of blood. Seeds of destruction had been sown in his eyes, and an unfamiliar power that kills coursed through his veins.

How could he aid you in crafting a paradise with such a past?

"A haven..." he said softly. "That is a beautiful thought. But, sweetie, do you really think someone like me can stand by your side and help you create that place?" Sylus slipped his fingers into the valley between yours, gently gripping your hand and bringing it to his chest. "These hands break whatever they hold." "Then how am I still here?" A thoughtful hum escaped his lips. The truth was, it was love. An admiration he held only for an insignificant amount of things in his life. "Then..." you mused, "You can find it in your heart to love more. Just like me, you can slowly learn to make your heart beat." He chuckled. "I’m a dead man." "And I’m a deranged scientist. I’ll bring you back to life."

Oh, what would he do without you?

"When you say it like that, I feel as if it is actually... possible. But, even if we did create such a paradise," he looked at you tenderly, his gaze almost apologetic, "Would I be deserving of a seat in your world? Well, either way, if you ever establish this world you dream of, I would fight to protect it. I swear."

Sylus was not a religious man. He firmly believed there was no such higher being. Despite that, he couldn’t help but think of how, if a paradise were to exist, it would not be a place for people like him. If a supreme power existed, he would be thrown into the loneliest pits of hell, forever separated from what he yearned to hold eternally. He would never see you again. He would be damned. Completely and utterly.

If a paradise existed, it would be a place for ones like you. You would walk through the gates, your head held high, and you would not turn to look at him. He was a bad man, after all. He was not worthy of your kind gaze. He was merely a sinner, and he could but watch as you moved on with your joyous life. He would be happy for you, of course. But the agony of being separated from a lover is too much for one to bear. He couldn’t deny that his heart would quench at the sight of you, and how you’d feign ignorance of his existence and embrace your new life happily.

"One day, when the gates of judgment open, you will walk forward, and I will be left behind. And you will not wait for me. You will not look back. But I will admire you as you walk in. I will adore you until the consequences of my punishment rip me to shreds. And even in the flames, my eyes will never leave yours. Until that day, though, I will cherish you."

"Don't say that!" you frowned, furrowing your brows at him. "Do you truly think you’re irredeemable? You have potential! So much of it. If we wish to, we can simply rewrite your fate." You placed a hand on top of his and squeezed. "I'll be with you if you ever make that choice. We will nip you off the stem, and this time, you’ll grow back as a far more luscious plant than you ever were." "And if I don’t change?" "Well, we’ll make use of it. I won’t give up on you because of some imaginary restriction of morals."

So, if judgment day were to come, he could but watch, standing at the border between paradise and hell, his gaze locked on you incessantly as he loved you from the other side of paradise.

Until that day comes, though, he’ll love you. Until death does you apart.

[sacharinee]

thinking ab peter having a bad tiring day and reader giving him face massages and body massages after they take a bath ‼️

pairing: bf!peter parker x reader

w/c: 780

a/n: hi anon!! i loved writing for this request sm so thank u for sending it <3 i did, however, completely forget to write abt the part about them taking the bath together. im so sorry 😭 but i hope u still enjoy :(( about one spider-man kiss and a ton of domestic!peter

peter knows exactly what he needs right now after a long day. 

there’s only one thing in the world that could make up for having a shitty day and that’s you. 

but unfortunately for peter, when he patters into your shared apartment, you’re nowhere to be found.

“babe?” he calls out. 

he strips himself of his shoes and walks down the short hall to your bedroom, only to find the closet open and your work clothes missing. peter skrinks at your absence and pouts, “great.”

he ponders about taking a nap, but it’s a quarter to nine and he’d rather be awake when you arrive home. 

when his stomach growls, he realizes he’s gone almost an entire day without a proper meal, save for the granola bar you shoved in his hand before he kissed you goodbye. 

as he enters the kitchen, he finds a note left on the counter, scribbled in your handwriting,

“emergency shift at the hospital, back by 9 tonite. food in the fridge, love you!”

peter frowns at your note, sticks it onto the fridge, and pulls out the meal you prepared for him.

he heats up the food and chews the stale chicken slowly. he really misses you. even with your bland food and lack of seasoning, he still enjoys anything from you. you try your best for him. 

when he’s finished cleaning his dishes, peter debates on showering. he wants to wait for you, to take a nice hot shower with you, and clean each other’s stress away. but he’s really stinky from work, and he’d rather just go to bed with you. so he undresses and takes a long shower alone.

—

peter’s prayers are answered when he reenters the shared bedroom dressed in pajamas. 

“hi baby,” you chirp. you take off your glasses and set the book you were reading aside. 

peter’s heart swells at the sight. you’re laying on your side of the bed, hair in a bun, away from your face. you’re dressed in your boyfriend’s plaid boxers and a geeky t-shirt you stole from his dresser.

the tv is playing some rerun of your favorite tv show as he crawls himself across the bed and plops himself in between your open legs. 

peter nests his heavy head upon your pelvis and lets out a deep sigh. your palms run down his clad back, kneading the tense muscles.

“did you eat yet?” he tries to nod his head, “yea, chicken was good, super tasty, thanks, y/n/n” he replies.

he may or not be telling you the whole truth. you’re cooking wasn’t amazing, but he would never tell you that. 

peter flips himself over, staring at you adoringly upside down. your soft hands trace his buff arms, comfort spreading throughout his skin from your touch, “what happened today, petey?”

he exhales, furrowing his brows, and squeezes his eyes shut. he juts his bottom lip out while you weave your fingers and pull through his damps locks. 

“everything went wrong today. everything,” he takes a deep breath, “i was late for biochem, had a pop quiz for psych. not that it was hard but still. i forgot i had tutoring today too, so i'm out fifteen bucks. and we were understaffed for work, so that was a bust. so many mean customers in queens,” he takes a look at you, “we should move somewhere else.”

you snicker at his comment and slide your fingers over his funky left eyebrow, smoothing out the knit and massaging his temples, “yea, like where?” 

you love all versions of peter, but you think this is your favorite. relaxed at your touch, devoting himself wholeheartedly to you. he’s embraced and fully engulfed by you, like putty in your hands. 

“like,” your boyfriend seems distracted, voice deep, staring at you with nothing but affection, “sunnyside? maybe?” peter licks his lips and clears his throat, “just somewhere safer, nicer. for you.”

you’re beaming down at his face; your warm hands cup his cheeks while you land a long and overdue tender kiss upside down. you feel peter smile into the kiss, exhaling through his nose in contentment. 

you keep your hands on his face and gently caress the soft skin as you pull away.

“that sounds nice,” your heart squeezes at the thought as he continues, “we could settle down there, have a family, you know? white picket fence and all. ‘m picturing you in your hot scrubs, bringin’ home the bacon. and i’ll be at home, taking care of the kids.” 

you’re giggling at the scene as you chime in, “and we could have family dinners every saturday night, or- ooh! i could take yoga classes sunday mornings and-”

peter snickers at you, “what you need are some cooking classes.”

gasping, you flick his forehead, “you said you loved my cooking!”

[agoodroughandtumble]

Roronoa Zoro x Reader - None of These Girls Are Me

Status: Unknown - may be continued but works as a standalone Summary: Reader is completely oblivious to Zoro's feelings Warning: 18+, Language

Roronoa Zoro couldn’t help but roll his eyes – that in combination with his clenched jaw and tightly crossed his arms would show anyone even remotely paying attention that he was not having a Good Time. As it happened, no one was paying attention so he was able to sulk unnoticed. Well, not exactly sulking...just keeping an eye out. Or rather, an eye on you. Despite the crowded bar and your inability to stay still for one damn second, the swordsman’s gaze had been focused on you since you had left the table – apparently to get another round. That was ten minutes and three drunken flirtations ago.

His jaw tightened at the sight of you giggling, fucking giggling, at the man talking to you. He wasn’t even that good looking, slightly under average at best – and that was Zoro being generous. At least it was obvious your laughter was faked out of politeness. You just didn’t giggle. Usually there was a cocked eyebrow and an amused smirk. When something made you laugh it was wholeheartedly, eyes shining and dimples prominent. Zoro took a swig of his beer. Any moment now you would let him down gently.

A few minutes later, Zoro was still staring. This was…unexpected. Maybe the guy was being a creep – his hand was on your arm after all. He should go over, make sure everything was alright. You were part of the crew. It was his duty as first mate and swordsman to protect you. He downed his drink and was about to stand up, hand resting on sword hilt when you started making your way back to the table. Alone. His eyes narrowed at your expression. You didn’t look like you’d just had a narrow miss with a creep at a bar. You looked...disappointed? An unfamiliar feeling washed over him – one he couldn’t quite name but wasn’t sure he liked.

He tried to relax a little as you flopped unceremoniously next to him. His grip was still on his sword as though it was some sort of comfort blanket. “Who was your friend?”

“Oh him?” You let out a frustrated sigh. “Apparently he was to be up at, like, dawn.”

“That...sucks.”

“I know.” You took a sip of your drink. Zoro couldn’t help but notice it left your lips a little wet. “Why even bother flirting with me?”

Zoro could think of all manner of answers to that question but kept his silence.

You continued, clearly completely unaware of the internal struggle coursing through your drinking partner. “Well that’s my night ruined, anyway. What about you?” You leant closer and looked out at the crowd in front of you. “Anyone take your fancy? At least one of us should get laid, and I’m an excellent wingman.”

A pained look flashed across his features. You were too busy scanning the room for any potential single women. “I’m not really into the one night thing.”

“Well that’s no fun.” Seeing his look of irritation you flung an arm around him, “I’m joking. Besides, I know your problem.”

He cocked an eyebrow and shifted out of your embrace. It was hard enough having this conversation without you slung all over him – even if that did mean fighting against every muscle not to sink further into you. “What’s that?”

A flashed a devilish smile at him, one that made his heart jump. “Well, none of these girls are me.”

Beer shot through his nose. If he wasn’t so desperately trying to recover, he would noticed your laugh, and your dimples fully on display. Instead he just stared dumb struck as you wiped his face with a napkin.

Seemingly satisfied with your work you discarded the crumbled napkin on the table and picked up your drink. “I didn’t think the thought of a night with me would be quite so distressing,” you teased, still half between laughter and biting your lip to try to compose yourself.

Zoro was staring. Pointedly.

“What?” A small blush crept across your face. “Do I have something on my face?”

Fuck he wanted to kiss you. Or at least say something, anything to break the rising tension. He cleared his throat, vying for time. “No, I … I just haven’t thought about you. Like that.” He stared at the table, hoping that if he stopped looking at you his obvious lie would go unnoticed.

It was hot. He was hot. Like his skin was burning, like he was going to combust from the scrutiny of your eyes boring into him. How could you be looking at him so intently as if you could see his soul and still be so completely oblivious to the plain and simple fact that he was burning because of you, burning for you? Surely you knew, surely everyone knew.

And yet you continued to tease him and flirt with everyone else and never give him a second thought. God, be cold with him, be callous, hate him, find his ever growing feelings pathetic and demeaning. Do anything but be so fucking oblivious. But to regard him as a friend. To sit here in disappointment because some drunken stranger couldn’t give you one night of attention when Zoro was all too eager to rip out his heart and offer it to you. That was beyond cruel.

The sound of an amused hum brought his attention crashing back – because of course the smallest of noises from you demanded all of his attention.

You had your elbow propped on the table, chin resting in your hand, drink in the other and a smile on your face. He wanted to kiss you again.

“You, Roronoa Zoro,” you waved your drink at him to accentuate the point, “Are far too serious for your own good.”

A small, sad smile formed on his lips. The opportunity to say anything once again lost. “I’m serious about getting another drink.”

You grinned mischievously, “And some shots.”

[matchalovertrait]

We can't act totally reckless here! This is a risky mission for a pair of amateurs. They needed to consult highly-trained and experienced professionals. Luckily, THE iconic duo from the S.I.M.S. Agency took time out of their schedule to share their wisdom. Yay!!!!! Thank you so much @ruthplaysthesims for letting me borrow Carlos and Tyson! 💞💞💞 Look at them!!!

One phone call later...

DULCE: I’m confused. You know actual real-life secret agents???

ANTONIO: Yes, but you have to promise to not tell anybody. Not one soul. Except for Cosi.

DULCE: I do promise!!! But how do you know them? Aren’t they supposed to be... well, secret?

ANTONIO: A while back, I assisted them with some legal matters. They said they “owe me one,” so I am redeeming that help now.

CARLOS: Hey, what’s up?

TYSON: It’s been a minute, man!

CARLOS: This is the client sworn to secrecy, right?

DULCE: YES!!!! Obviously I’ve never heard of you two before, but I’m still very much a huge fan!!! I won’t say anything.

ANTONIO: I would’ve preferred you did this mission for us since it’s a dire situation, but I know you are very busy.

TYSON: We could tell it was urgent from the phone call earlier. That Leslie Caruso guy sounds repulsive. You sure you don’t want us to swoop in and take care of him?

CARLOS: He’s joking...

TYSON: Am I?

ANTONIO: We’re sure. All I’m asking for is advice. We need to go to the party in disguise and retrieve the notebook.

TYSON: That’s a good start with the disguises.

CARLOS: When you arrive at the scene, you’re not “Antonio” or “Dulce” anymore. You must fully embrace your new identities.

TYSON: Confidence will take you far. If you act with assurance, people will believe it.

ANTONIO: You got that? Daniela told me about your last attempt at disguising yourself at the coffee shop.

DULCE: Shhhh! I’m learning here.

CARLOS: Furthermore, keep your story simple if you run into anybody. Don’t overexplain.

TYSON: That can make you look suspicious immediately. Also, try to “speak their language.” Mirror them if you can.

ANTONIO: Keep that in mind too, Ms. Alegría.

DULCE: What if we get stuck and don’t know what to say?

CARLOS: Earpieces. Maybe get another person involved in this mission. Again, don’t tell them about us, please.

DULCE: Understood! Any last tips?

TYSON: Hmm...

TYSON: If things go wrong, don’t hesitate to abandon the mission. Leave the notebook and stay safe. If you do retrieve the notebook, don’t stick around. Head straight to the exit and don’t look back.

CARLOS: And work together as a team. You have to rely on and trust each other wholeheartedly. An unsteady team can easily jeopardize the mission.

DULCE: Thank you! These are the things they don’t cover in the spy movies!

TYSON: We’re happy to help.

CARLOS: Good luck.

TYSON: Let us know if you need anything else.

ANTONIO: We appreciate it immensely.

DULCE: Bye!!!

DULCE: [Whispers] I love you guys.

[zingaplanet]

This retirement was, dare I say it--...a bit too humble? Nothing to blame from Rafa's side, he is as he always is, very generous and dedicated to tennis and the Spanish team, he feels lucky just being able to retire on court with his teammates and as he mentioned many times in the presser, he wants the focus to be on the spanish team and not on him.

This is such an amazing display of selflessness, as usual, but it might've undermined his last chance to enjoy time on court. Perhaps it was his wish not to have any mega farewell at all, but he insisted on focusing on the team so much that he might not have been able to fully claim his retirement night as his, the way so many athletes who retire on singles might, and even the way Federer did, by doing it in an exhibition and allowing everyone to zoom in on him without anything major at stake.

Maybe nobody anticipated Spain to lose in the first round? It could also be that ITF is not in on the usual mega retirement party thing ATP is keen on. My guess is some players might not even have had the chance to arrive yet (Novak explicitly said he'd come) because even Andy had bigger farewells on his SECOND retirement ceremony in wimbledon and Fed and Novak tried so hard to be there. Players are generally not involved at all in their own retirement celebrations - so it's a bit of a shame that the organiser took Rafa's humbleness too literally and not churn out a better ending for one of the best athletes of the sport.

This whole retirement saga has been quite chaotic and disatisfying. I guess it does make sense, Rafa is a person who embraces practicality and doesn't believe in perfect/ideal things. Federer, as much as he wants to deny it, did plan his sendoff perfectly. It's the ongoing contrast between the two, but even at the end of their career they stayed true to themselves.

The plus side tho is he did get to retire in Spain, with his Spanish teammates, speaking Spanish, which is a very fitting ending for someone who loves his country wholeheartedly and has always felt proudest playing for spain.

[trendywaifus]

Various hsr woman and their favorite parts on themselves and their partner?

hey bud! hope you’re doing well!

— her fav body part she’s proud of: let’s see, bronya is pretty proud of her hands. i mean, why wouldn’t she be? she is very skillful with her rifle, you already know she has quick fingers (sleight of hand). but the real reason why she’s proud because you always comment on how soft her hands are despite her training so much.

— bronya wears gloves to protect her hands from being calloused. if she doesn’t have gloves on, she applies lotion! when you wanna hold her hand, bronya makes sure to slip her glove off so she can fully feel your skin against hers, it’s a comforting feeling.

— her fav body part she loves about you: . .is also your hands! bronya loves kissing your knuckles as a greeting and departing kiss. she adores kissing your palm as well, tracing the creases engraved on it with her lips. when bronya holds your hand, she feels like she can stand against any obstacle in her way.

— her fav body part she’s proud of: her tail. her ears are close behind by an inch but tingyun’s very proud of her tail. it’s so soft and it’s because she dedicates her time into taking care of it. she gets compliments about how good and silky her tail looks from many people, but yours matters most. she loves it when you run your fingers through her fur ever so delicately with that look of awe on your cute face. tingyun doesn’t mind it when you lay your head on her tail and in fact she often offers for you to take a nap on her tail!

— her fav body part she loves about you: your neck! your neck looks so inviting, it’s practically calling for her to kiss it and mark it up. luckily, she can control herself in public so she settles in planting a single kiss right on your pulse point while y’all hug. in private, she shows no mercy; she’s peppering open–mouth kisses all over your neck, tracing shapes against your skin with her tongue. your moaning makes her suppressed foxian instincts go wild.

— her fav body part she’s proud of: her glowing posay her lips! red lipstick looks so good on her and she absolutely fucking knows it. you have thing for her painted red lips. like, you see her lips before you see her eyes and she’s smirking at the entranced expression left on your face. in the morning, when she applies her makeup and you’re present beside her, she makes sure to apply the lipstick on her lips slowly and seductively while holding eye contact with you through the reflection of the bathroom mirror.

— her fav body part she loves about you: your eyes. there’s a saying that the eyes is the window to a person’s soul and she’s believes it wholeheartedly since you exist. you have vibrant (e/c) eyes that holds fire within them; a fire so bright she even wants to grasp and hold in her hand with no fear of getting burned. also, she’s kinda big on eye contact, she has no problem with telling you to look her in the eyes because she much rather spend her time looking into yours. :>

— her fav body part she’s proud of: when it comes to you. . .her titties. like you have an obsession over them ( i wouldn’t blame you ngl), you two would embrace and you’ll just shove your face in the valley of himeko’s breasts and mutter “ home sweet home.” not bothered by it, she’ll chuckle with a warm smile on her face. when y’all cuddle, she’s already guiding your head against her chest and you’re put to sleep in minutes. she literally has two soft pillows.

— her fav body part she loves about you: your lips. she loves how nice they look and she often stops herself from looking at them while you talk. to show how much she appreciates your lips, she smooches them whenever she sees you in public. himeko’s a confident woman, if kissing her partner in public is a problem then so be it. in private, she gets carried away as her kisses turn more passionate and languid. after she’s done, your lips are swollen and covered in spit and she couldn’t be more satisfied.

[dropoutfailure]

ok, enough wholesome dadson. time to sexualize terrible fathers. (cw for: dadson incest + FtM son POV + transphobia / misgendering / fetishizing / forcemasc)

transphobic dad: doesn't approve of you transitioning or taking T, but isn't stopping you and doesn't seem turned off by the changes, even after you pass consistently as a man. doesn't know how T even works, always lowkey curious about the changes. he does like that you're so much hornier on T and don't even have periods anymore. tugs at your facial hair (ow? wtf :/) and goes "huh? it's real? I thought you drew it on every morning!" with a hearty laugh. dad joke? he might have actually thought so. backhanded praise, mean jokes at your expense, and moments where he genders you correctly, by accident.

thought you would eventually change your mind and give up transitioning "when you realise that being a man is hard," as if he's not the one making it hard. he might actually think of you as a son at some point, but he was never taught to apologize, he's "always right," he's stubborn, so he will keep calling you a daughter because a father can't show weakness. wants to call you homophobic slurs sooo bad, but that would be admitting defeat.

gets angry when you bring up surgery bc he likes to squeeze your tits and fuck your pussy. won't do any anal because it's gay. and clearly, he's isn't, he says. definitely closeted.

trans boy chaser dad: for better or for worse, only took an interest in your life when he found out you're a trans guy, fixed his relationship with you by treating you more like a date than as his son.

excited, touchy-feely, even creepy. eager to please. just pathetically horny for the way your body's changing from T - he won't misgender you. you get aggressively reaffirmed to the point of it getting annoyingly patronizing actually. regardless, he fucks you hard, encouraging you to moan with your cracking voice, and is too horny to feel bad about the incest. it's a welcome change from the previous emotional distance, but you feel used, like he's taking advantage of your newly high libido.

fixated on your body and everything "clockable," would rather you didn't get any surgery... says you're already perfect as is, from just testosterone... it does feel nice that he takes some sort of pride in having a son now, fully embracing you, the way he finds even all the awkward changes (sparse facial hair, voice cracks etc) not just endearing, not just attractive, but really fucking hot. and it's a relief for your body which craves that release. but. dad might just completely lose interest a few years into T, if you pass consistently.

bisexual, he says. but of course not into cis men.

transmed dad: thinks he knows what's best for your body, forcemascs you in his own ideals, pushing you to work hard to speed up your transition, to become a "real" man. you were so happy that dad accepted you being a trans guy so wholeheartedly and proudly, but the acceptance seems to have turned into overbearing surveillance...

dad insists on doing your T injections himself, because he doesn't trust that you'll actually do them. "no son of mine will be a fucking embarrassing softboy pansy who never transitions for real, have some dignity, god damn it! either you transition fully or you don't transition at all!" ...he pushes you to consider top and bottom surgery asap, to become a "real man," regardless of what you might want. he very excitedly looks forward to the day you can top him with your real cock, like a son should. :)

he makes you like anal because that's how real men do it. you're absolutely not allowed to derive any pleasure from anywhere but your ass and T-dick, and the phantom sensation of a strapon. he's good at working your T-dick though, it's all almost worth it just for that...

love, validation, and praise only when you've "earned it." if you fail to live up to his strict expectations, the things he says fucking hurt. misgenders you as punishment and threatens to withhold your testosterone "since you want to stay a girl so bad."

......

so, all of these options leave you feeling unsatisfied and degraded in one way or another!! yippee! no, there's no option for a Normal About Trans Men And Masculinity Dad, this is the Terrible Fathers dadson poll. you must choose.

[haechansdoll]

bound to your love - lhc x reader

[ PS : I couldn't resist these prince haechan pictures everywhere ]

Pairing :  Prince! Husband! Haechan x f!Princess!reader.

Description : After the birth of your daughter, you feel insecure about your body; however, Haechan shows you that you have nothing to worry about.

Warnings: most softest sex ever yet explicit, mentions of pregnancy, lactaction kink, lactation, married sex.

Your baby girl, born just five months ago, has already become the most precious treasure to both Haechan and you. You both cherish every moment, watching her grow every day with love-filled eyes. Haechan's devotion goes beyond his protective nature; he is fully committed to you and your child. Together, you navigate the routines, supporting each other through sleepless nights and tender moments. In Haechan's presence, you find solace and reassurance. And beyond the palace, your little one's presence is known and cherished.

From the corridors of the palace to the other end of Seoul, the fame of this tiny baby travels in whispers.

The king has a child, an heir.

And it is you who lit the fuse for the next generation of Lee’s-Kingdom by giving your Kingdom a daughter. A new generation will grow with her, nurturing and strengthening this resilient culture and warrior society.

As you traverse the grand halls and corridors of the palace, every person you encounter bows in awe; their eyes are drawn to the remnants of your once-swollen belly. The physical changes your body has undergone since giving birth are cherished and celebrated in our culture. This culture honors a postpartum body; since it is highly valued in this culture to maintain the bloodline and create clans, ideas like pregnancy and postpartum are embraced by the heart.

Haechan wholeheartedly agrees with this sentiment. As far as the duties of the throne permit, he has always been by your side during your pregnancy, watching your belly grow and providing relief when needed. His strong, gloved hands have supported your back, gently massaging away the discomfort caused by the weight of your growing child. On some nights of need and desire, when you feel needy, soaked, and burning with desire to be filled up, he has been there to bring you to the exquisite climax you crave. Each night, as you drifted off to sleep, he watched over you with a profound sense of gratitude, placing tender kisses on your shoulder.

Just as your pregnancy didn't change the way he felt about you, neither did the birth; it didn't even affect Haechan to wipe the blood from your thighs when you were in labor bed or your saggy belly and leaking breasts, which he feels when he holds you in his arms in the bed you share every night. He remains unfazed by your crying fits, brought on by fluctuating hormones, or the strands of hair that come to his hand while he caresses your hair gently. To him, every part of you is a testament to your incredible strength and resilience.

Whenever he takes you in his strong arms, he tells you that what you have achieved is incredible and that your body should be treated accordingly. His fingertips trace your skin, conveying the awe he feels for you. And while you’re picking out every bit of your new body, Haechan is falling even more in love.

And he doesn't let it remain in words; you can tell he really means it when he gives you sugary ice chips to quell your inner fire when you feel weary after giving birth or when he gently rubs soothing cream on your sore breasts from breastfeeding. He knows that all these changes in your body are because you have raised and nurtured his baby for nine months and finally brought her into the world in good health. He knows that every battle leaves its mark. And for you, it was the journey of pregnancy and birth.

While you struggle to adjust to your new body, Haechan adores and reverse it, seeing your beauty in a whole new light. Your body's transformation has only amplified his love and respect for you.

However, amidst his deep admiration, Haechan finds himself yearning for you. He can see how challenging and exhausting the postpartum period is for you, but he can’t help but imagine holding you in his arms. His desire to intimately explore every inch of your delicate body and to lose himself in the depths of your passion fills his thoughts. With longing and intoxicating passion, he longs to be able to hold his wife, his princess, to touch every part of your body, and to bury his lips in the nook between your neck and shoulder.

The thing he misses the most is having you with a burning and tantalizing desire and hearing you moan his name helplessly as he slowly sinks into you. He wants to see the burning lust in your eyes as your souls become one.

But above all, Haechan seeks a sign from you—a word, a lustful kiss, or even a fleeting innocent blink—to know that you are ready and that the fire within you burns just as fiercely. He understands the time required for you to recover, both physically and emotionally, and he has never pressed you to hurry the process.

After five long months, you finally receive permission from your doctor to use tampons and engage in sexual activities. However, you can’t shake off the feeling of reluctance that has settled within you. You don’t want Haechan to witness the state of your body after all you’ve been through.

But one fateful evening, as you find yourself wrapped in Haechan’s embrace, a shift occurs within you.

On that night, after a refreshing bath, you slip into one of your black nursing nightgowns and absorbent underwear and lie down next to your husband on smooth satin sheets. He is in bed before you, waiting. After concluding his duties in the throne room, he makes his way back to this cherished space, where his heart resides. Both to take care of his little baby and to support his wife.

As weariness envelopes you like a soothing mist, you become aware of Haechan's gaze wandering appreciatively across your body. When you feel the warm blood rushing through your veins to your cheeks, a whirlpool of emotions envelops you. Your heart, heavy with worry, clenches tightly in your chest at the thought of him seeing your exhausted body.

"Are you checking me out?" You ask smoothly. "Of course I am, doll" He grins and turns over on his side in bed to look at you. As you move to get closer to him, Haechan stretches his hands towards you, like an unspoken invitation that you can't resist. You crawl up between his legs, laying close as he pulls you to his chest, feeling the heat of his body radiating through every inch of your being. 

He rubs your back tenderly, and you notice he’s half hard underneath you. As your heart beats wildly, you feel an intense fire stirring deep within you. The mere presence of Haechan evokes a pull that you struggle to resist. Though you sometimes shy away from his advances, the allure of his touch proves irresistible, drawing you closer to his side.

He’s been thinking about your body; you were perfect before, and you’re perfect now after these changes. He purrs, "I’ve missed you," against your neck.

And you know that. You’ve missed him too. The touch of your husband, your Chan, has been a balm to your starved soul. As he holds you close to his chest, your head spins with a mixture of relief and desire. A smile graces your lips, and in a moment of unspoken longing, you lean up to capture his lips in a passionate kiss. You smile, bringing a hand up to brush over his cheekbone. "I’ve missed you too," You whisper back to him. 

Haechan’s hands are careful to help you move your hips as you begin to sit up, straddling his waist. Your arms encircle Haechan's neck,The months of longing and desire buried deep within rise to the surface at this moment. Seated on his sturdy thighs, you surrender to the raw intensity, allowing the connection between you to ignite into a passionate flame.

As you take the lead, his thumb tenderly caresses your plushed lips. Haechan struggles to hold back, the unfamiliarity heightened by the long absence of physical touch. Yet he exercises care, understanding the importance of gentleness, allowing you to dictate the rhythm. And you acknowledge his earnest efforts, deeply grateful for his unwavering commitment.

Your master, husband, Haechan, and most importantly, the daddy of your little baby girl, are all standing in front of you in all of his glory. Your heart swells with love, ignited by a wave of burning desire. 

You give a few slow rocks of your hips against his muscular thighs, and Haechan cocks up an eyebrow. "Are you sure, princess?" He asks quietly. "I-If I - I’ll ask you to stop if- you know - Haechan," You mumble innocently. 

It has been a long time since you felt him deep inside you. The tiniest shred of the dazzling feeling that would push you over the edge is elusive and distant. And the uncertainty of it lingers as your body recovers and continues to do so.

But you still feel it's worth a try, tenderly and lovingly connecting your lips with your husband's. And he kisses you back, matching your pace. Ignoring the wild beating of your heart, you surrender to the enchantment of the moment. Haechan's kiss deepens as his familiar taste finds a place in your mouth. You moan softly into his mouth, and as desire slowly takes over your control, the primal instinct embedded in your core starts to show itself.

To be loved, touched, and fucked; to have your soul filled with him 

His name falls from your slick lips as you try to catch your breath from his exploitative and long kiss. His gentle exhales brush delicately against your face. Leaning your forehead against Haechan's, you giggle and whisper, "We must be quiet,with our little one asleep in the crib." He grins, rubbing his nose against yours. "I'll try my best, princess," he murmurs. 

It’s a new sensation, grinding your hips against him. His firm hands grip your flesh, guiding you with a gentle touch. Dark and intense passion flares in their eyes, locking onto yours with a piercing gaze. His hands glide slowly from your hips to the hem of your silk nightgown. His eyes scan your face as if requesting permission, and you nod slightly. He carefully takes off your nightgown and throws it somewhere in the room. And there you are, sitting in your husband's lap semi-naked, with the stretch marks of pregnancy just beginning to heal on your belly, taut breasts full of milk that has doubled in size, and a soul that loves two people unconditionally—this is you.

Haechan’s sole and his dearest wife.

He kisses your chin as his gloved hands roam over your body, exploring every inch of you over and over again. The warmth of his hands tickles a string somewhere in you as you close your eyes to sink into the moment. "pretty" he whispers, his voice filled with longing, tilting his head as your lips delicately graze his neck. It's a sensation you haven't indulged in for what feels like an eternity. The passage of time blurs, and you struggle to recall exactly how long it has been since you last shared such an intimate moment. A soft sigh escapes your lips as you revel in the tender connection between you both. 

In response to his touch, your body tingles with anticipation as his hands caress and gently squeeze your backside. The sensation sends shivers down your spine, igniting a dormant fire within you. You can't help but gasp softly, the compliment he whispers reaching the depths of your soul.

He mumbles, his voice heavy with desire, as his fingers slip beneath the waistband of your underwear.He guides your hips against him, moving with deliberate slowness as his desire intensifies. Beneath you, he grows harder, his breathing heavy and hard. And he embraces you, and he lays you down gently beneath him, your bare back meeting soft sheets. "This okay?" He asks quietly. 

You nod, relaxing back against the pillows as he sheds the comfy panties you’ve grown so accustomed to living in. He sits back to take a look at you; however, all you can see is his throbbing and angry length, soaked with pre-cum visible through his pants.

"Haechan, please," you say, your voice tinged with vulnerability. "Don't stare," Embarrassment washes over you as you expose a body you're still learning to embrace, a body that hasn't yet become a source of comfort for you.

"I can’t help princess" he whispers as he leans down, leaving a trail of tender kisses from your collarbone down to your tummy. The sensation sends shivers down your spine, and warmth spreads throughout your body. With each kiss, his love becomes palpable, and your heart swells with affection. "You can’t even imagine how beautiful you look right now." His words resonate deeply within you, embracing your insecurities and soothing your doubts. 

He takes off his gloves to feel your warm and delicate skin. You whimper as his powerful and bare hands gently cup your breasts, even before rolling them firmly and kneading them in his hold. His hands discover your sore and full breasts, and the sweet warmth radiating from his touch penetrates your skin. His hands and fingers' warmth leave an ethereal mark of adoration on your skin. He tightly grasps your breasts as the warm milk drips from your skin onto his hands. Seeing you full and nourished like this drives him crazy; it reminds him to whom you belong, whose child you gave birth to.   

Then he begins meanderingly kissing your chin and neck, nibbling and licking tender flesh as he does so. Before he even places his mouth on your tits, the feelings cause you to whine and wriggle.

And when his warm and slick lips find one of your nipples, you cry out; the bittersweet aching of your breasts and pleasure become too much to handle. He teases you in a smooth rhythm; however, you jolt with a burst of pleasure suddenly when he sucks your nipple, filling his mouth with your milk. His name falls from your mouth in broken syllables.

''My doll,'' he says against your tender skin, ''You taste so sweet''.  

He has done it to you before, and he knows that it drives you fucking crazy. The spark of pleasure ignites inside you as his wicked tongue teases your nipple in his mouth.

''Ohfuck, Haechan, no-" you gasp, "Please-''' 

''That’s it, sweet girl. Surrender to it,'' he says as he works on you. He devours you with a hunger that you’ve never seen before. This man, your beloved, loves you more than anything in this damned universe, and when it comes to your sweet body, he loses control; the desire takes the lead. He mumbles sweet words to your skin as he explores you; he just can’t get enough of you. 

Slowly, he traces down from your breasts to your tummy, where he gives smooth kisses. "You are too pretty” he says as he keeps leaving kisses on your tummy. "You grew our little warrior here. I can hardly believe it sometimes." He raises his head to look into your eyes and continues, "I am so proud of you". 

As emotions overwhelm you, your heart brimming with affection, you can't hold back the words any longer.

"I love you," you whisper softly, your voice filled with sincerity. His gaze meets yours, a reflection of the love and desire shared between you. He replies, "I love you more than any word can say" as he finds his way from your tummy to your cunt. 

His hands dance smoothly on your thighs, then his hands move to your knees to press you open. He mumbles as he pushes your legs apart. His eyes scan over all of you with gratitude and lust.

"Oh, look at you," he whispers. ''Look how beautiful you are." 

And he dips his head into between your legs, your cunt. He gives kisses over you, not even caring if there is any blood left. He wants you to enjoy this. To be loosened up and ready for him. To take your time. As his mouth lingers on your cunt, his firm hands caress your plushed thighs, enjoying your tender skin.

Your fingers find his silky-smooth curls, holding him steady where he lingers, when the desire that has been buried somewhere in you for months is finally beginning to show itself. And when he finally locks his warm mouth on your clit, you moan out loud.

''Fuckingstars—fuck, Haechan!'' a broken sentence frees from your mouth as you arch your back uncontrollably. 

From the moment Haechan's touch ignited a fiery passion within you, every sensation became an electric current coursing through your veins. As his tongue skillfully strokes your sensitive clit, you see the damned stars with every lick he gives you. And you can’t think of the rest of your retort when his long fingers find their way to your entrance. He pushes his fingers carefully into your cunt, working the digit slowly until he feels that sweet gush around him.

You bite your lip helplessly to stop the wrecked moans rising from your throat. Haechan's eyes find yours to give courage. ''No, my flower," he says as he picks up the pace of his merciless fingers, making you whimper more. ''Don't hold it back; I want to hear you''. His words boil the blood in your veins and make your head whirl. And you let it go; his name arouses from your throat and spills from your lips helplessly. 

You can't believe how fast your body lights up to Haechan; he made you shiver and squirm in no time, and you could only sing his name like a hymn.

He listens intently, his senses attuned to the subtle gasps escaping your lips, evidence of the pleasure coursing through your body. As he watches your trembling thighs, he is captivated by the beauty of your helplessness. He pulls himself away, his gaze locked with yours, radiating desire and anticipation.

He slowly crawls back to hold himself above you. His brown eyes, filled with love, meet yours in an intimate gaze. A gentle hand caresses your cheek as he tenderly presses a kiss to your forehead, expressing his gratitude and endless love. "Do you want your hips propped up?" He asks quietly, not even giving you a chance to respond before he’s propping a pillow under them.

You bite your lip as your heart beats wildly in your chest; everything feels so much more intense. A wave of wetness pooling between your legs, awakening parts of your body that have been dormant for what feels like an eternity. Your clit throbs with a mixture of pleasure and delicious pain, the culmination of a deeply primal longing. Haechan understands how to love and seduce you, unlocking the secret desires and pleasure points that lay hidden within. With each caress and kiss, he unravels your inhibitions, setting free a torrent of passion that had been dormant for far too long.

He positions himself between your legs and frees his thick length from his pants. You grin shyly at his glorious sight as his hand finds your waist to hold you. His other hand guides the head of his cock through your soaking folds. "Tell me to stop if you need me to," he whispers. "If it gets too much,". You nod and close your eyes since the throbbing between your legs becomes too much. Rocking a few times to gather more of your slick along his searing cock, and a keening, frantic, sound frees from your lips as he finally starts to push in. Your eyes begin to water as he finally sinks into you, filling you.

"Pretty?'' he asks, ''Are you okay? Does it hurt? We can stop." He whispers anxiously, scanning your face. You shake your head. "I’m fine, Haechan," you breathe. "Just...keep going." And he continues slowly. You jolt with a mixture of pain and pleasure every thrust he gives, your hands brushing over his sturdy shoulders and pulling him close. He takes his time with you, giving you gentle thrusts to get you used to his cock. He wants you to enjoy this because he knows your soul needs this arousal after five tough months. You feel so full of him when he thrusts into you so fucking slowly. 

His hips move with tantalizing slowness, teetering on the edge of locking up. Each push inward is accompanied by a strained moan that caresses your ear; his hot breath tickles your neck. The initial burn of the stretch gradually evolves into an intense and passionate fire. And you can feel your orgasm gathering somewhere inside you; you don't know where, but it flashes with every stroke Haechan gives you. His languid pace becomes unbearable; you yearn for his rapid, fulfilling thrusts, craving the culmination as your breaths intertwine.

"Harder," you say between your muffled moans. 

Your words lower his guard, and the suppressed instinct within him takes over. "Oh,Darling" he whimpers as he holds you tighter. And that's the permission he needs to thrust into you harder. 

Reminding you how much he fucking adores you. How beautiful you are. How much he appreciates you. For being his sweet beloved wife, the other half of his existence, the perfect mother to his baby girl, and the sun around whom his entire universe revolves.

And he picks up his pace, starts to fuck you hard. His hips slam into yours, and it feels as if the head of his thick cock is touching up against something very significant inside you.

As his thrusts get harder and deeper, you whisper incoherent words since you can't function anymore. You yearn to be touched, to be filled, as your orgasm starts to crawl in your walls. But your brain, numb with pleasure, doesn't let you speak out the words; all you can do is moan your husband's name helplessly and breathlessly.

 ''Haechan- '' you sob, half-broken, half-dragged through. ''Haechan, touc- fuck!'' 

He gets the hint, and one of his hands goes from your sweaty waist to the throbbing little nerve bundle; gently, he rubs it as you writhe under him, crushing under the overwhelming pleasure.

 ''I adore you,'' he whispers into your neck as he thrusts you deeper, working you open around him. ''I adore you, my pretty girl,'' ''My gorgeous wife.'' Every word that comes out of his pretty mouth burns through you, and he throws you over the goddamn edge. 

Finally, you cum on his cock; the flashing lights begin to dance in your vision, and your walls clench around him, pulsing and hot; it feels as if you shattered and melted all at once. Haechan keeps reciting your name in broken gasps and rocking hard into you as your peak just continues rising somewhere you can’t even fathom. You’re digging your fingernails into his sturdy shoulders, gasping as you hold him close. And he’s driving himself closer and closer and closer to the same peak you’re falling from. Your veins surge with a white-hot heat, tingling from head to toe, as if countless needles gently pierce your skin, leaving you numb.

His hips stutter several more hard thrusts into your cunt, and then he reaches the climax that he has been chasing as well. He moans your name in broken syllables as he pulls himself from your cunt to release his seed onto your pretty thighs. His hips jolt and his shoulders rock hard as he releases himself on you.

As he tries to catch his breath after his devastating climax, he apologizes. "I’m sorry, doll" he mutters amongst his breaths. "You haven’t started your birth control yet." 

--

Months later, the feeling of embracing your husband, the closeness that comes from your soul becoming one, makes you dizzy; you realize how much you miss that feeling. To fall apart in your husband's arms, to hold him between your bloody knuckles. Satiation and exhaustion wash over you like waves of contentment. Before you surrender to the sweet embrace of sleep, you feel Haechan's warm hands on your thighs. With the last crumbs of his strength, he gently wipes away the remnants of him with a wet towel on your thighs. Then he delicately slides one of the sleep shirts over your head and tucks you under the satin sheets. He lays down his body next to yours, his arm pulling you closer to his own body, softly murmuring your name as you succumb to sleep.