#they should...... make up..... and maybe smooch passionately....

[crazyforhwa]

Between hard and soft hours tbh but I really can’t stop thinking about a lazy make out session with Seonghwa… with lots of tongue obviously because come on, it’s Seonghwa.

It’d feel so amazing to just have a whole make out session with him, hands on each other’s face or neck.. and maybe an other member (*cough* Choi San) witnessing it and ending up joining the fun……

✩LAZY MAKE OUT SESSIONS WITH SEONGHWA✩

anon, that's so fucking hot.. (seonghwa is just hot yk)

I feel like lazy make out sessions with him usually happen during gloomy or winter days, as he thinks it feels the most romantic that way. He would be the one to initiate them by doing seemingly innocent things that end with him pushing his tongue past your lips in no time.

It would be such a mess, the perfect contrast between lust and love. Just two bodies laying on the bed, some rnb music playing quietly in the background to spice up the mood.

I feel like he's the 'breathy moans' type of guy. Whining into your mouth, describing how much he desires you.. that's what he's into. He isn't afraid of letting out sounds, and he expects you to let out some too, especially when other members are around. It definitely makes him hard as a rock, knowing that his colleagues are listening.

And oh boy.. talking about exhibitionism, I feel like he would purposely leave his door not fully closed, BEGGING in his mind that somebody(ehem, San) would catch you guys in the act. And don't even start on joining. I don't think he would be 100% comfortable with every member, but he would definitely share you with San, Hongjoong or Wooyoung (boy would be already close just by seeing them play with you).

We all have seen that fucking tongue of his. it's long, pointy, and he knows how to use it. he constantly sticks it out during performances, so I imagine him to be an absolute freak. He wins every battle for dominance, even at such slow paced moments.

Spit. SPIT. He loves when your make out sessions are messy, long strings of saliva forming whenever he detaches his plump lips from yours. He would randomly pull away just to stick his tongue out and let his spit slowly drip into your mouth, quickly getting back to business after.

Let's also mention that not every make out session with him is just lips. Oh no no, he is paying attention to everything. Sometimes he lowers himself and plants soft pecks against your neck. Sometimes he gently bites your earlobe, his warm breath tickling your skin. And sometimes he just smothers your whole face with smooches, grinning while he does so. He is a man of passion, but in these moments he just loves to chill out and show you love in a slightly different way.

Oh, and that smirk of his. He would grab different parts of your body unexpectedly, making you let out soft gasps that would trigger his cocky smile. Sometimes it'd be an innocent booty grab, but one second later his hand is slowly sliding under your shirt, his warm fingers exploring your body, getting closer to the sensitive areas on your chest.

After about half an hour, he will lose the ability to think straight. His hand would slide into your pants and quickly find your opening, slowly forcing two fingers into your tight hole. He would hit every sweet spot while still kissing you, getting "annoyed" and spanking you every time you get distracted by the pleasure.

Oh, yes.

I love him, man😭😭😭😭

should I make it a fic? 👀 (I feel like this is way too short, I'm sorry)

[licorice-tea]

You Feel Right; Stay A Sec

Pairing: Trafalgar Law x reader

Content: pining, yearning, wanting, and needing <3 no smut just fluff! kissing and smooching, just one mention of “going further”! reader is a heart pirate and likes reading :)

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: it’s been a while since i wrote something for my man (Law <3) so i had fun with this😇☝️inspired by lyrics from the song “Hostage” by billie eilish… i love writing based on songs, it’s probably bc i have music playing 24/7 in either my headphones or on a speaker, and i just love music! so it’s easy to get inspo or create scenarios while listening to it, yk? anyway, hope you enjoy! <3

I wanna be alone

Danger around every corner, piles of work, tasks demanding his attention, and crew members in need of their captain’s opinion are all sources of constant stress for one Trafalgar Law. It’s not that he doesn’t love being a surgeon; it’s his passion, nor his crew; they’re the closest thing he has to a family now. It's just that his battery in all aspects- social, mental, physical- is constantly drained.

The only things keeping him going are steaming cups of black coffee and the rare moments of quiet before he passes out on top of his comforter. And, no matter what form the momentarily relief from life takes, it most always comes when Law is alone. He prefers it that way, anyway.

Alone with you, does that make sense?

He prefers being alone, really. Which is why nothing about you makes sense. Right off the bat, Law has felt differently around you than others. He made an effort not to show that difference in opinion no matter how strong it came to be at times.

Times like now, where sleep eludes Law despite how damn tired he is. For whatever reason, all he wants is to hold something- no, someone… you. Law wants to hold you. Or maybe you could hold him, who cares about the specifics?

Law flips on his stomach and groans into his pillow. This is new territory. He’s never wanted someone the way he wants you. A partner to hold close on nights like these, or to simply be alone with.

I wanna steal your soul

He has considered, on multiple occasions, telling you how he feels. But Law would never actually do such a thing. It would be a complicated and messy affair, surely, thanks to your positions. (His as your captain and yours as his subordinate.) And he wouldn’t want you to feel like you had to accept his confession, either.

Still… he wishes you were his, in every way a person could give themself to another.

And hide you in my treasure chest

At least you’re on his crew. You’re always nearby, should he need you, which he often does. Sometimes, Law likes to call you into his office for a made up reason. “Y/n-ya,” he’d say, “give me a rundown on tomorrow’s conditions at sea.” Though you’re not the navigator of the ship, you still know plenty about seafaring, so you’d comply. Then he’d find some other trivial matter to discuss, or offer you a new book so you could later exchange thoughts on it. Just something- anything to keep you around as long as possible. It’s so much more peaceful with you.

I don't know what to do

But how to make your role in his life a more permanent one? Law hasn’t a clue. Tonight, like many others, you sit on a couch in Law’s office. Neither of you speak, but the atmosphere is calm and comfortable.

Or it should be. Law discreetly looks your way every few minutes, then every few seconds. His eyes follow the way yours scan side to side over a page of your book. From the lines of your jaw and neck, to stray hairs falling over the curve of your cheek.

The usually undetectable tension seems to be coming to a point tonight, and Law doesn’t know how to resolve it. But he wants to, almost as much as he wants you.

So, for once in his life, he moves without much planning. Law rises from his desk and crosses the room to sit beside you. He (stiffly) puts his arm around the back of the couch. Naturally, you give him a perplexed look- it’s not like Law to suddenly reach out like this, physically or otherwise.

“Good book?”

“Yeah, thanks for recommending it.”

“For sure.”

“…Is that all?”

He nods, then pulls his hat lower over his eyes. Silently, he makes a plan to abort this failed mission.

Luckily, you stop him and take the initiative.

To do with your kiss on my neck

Law lifts his arm back off the couch and over you. But, you gently grab his wrist before he can go any farther. “Law, is there… You know you can tell me anything, right?”

Again, he simply nods. A moment of silently staring into each other’s eyes passes, and he leans forwards extremely hesitantly. Your hand moves from his wrist and tentatively rests on his shoulder. Still, Law doesn’t break eye contact (for once in his life), continuing to lean forward at a painfully slow pace. So you allow your hand to travel up to the side of his neck.

“You can kiss me.”

He nods again slightly, “I know. I- I will.”

I don't know what feels true

At long last, Law places a featherlight kiss on the corner of your lips. It’s an unsure, awkward action, but welcome nonetheless. His lips linger on yours, not quite aligned for a moment. Despite your breath being held, you allow your eyes to close and savor the feeling. You want more than this chaste kiss from him, of course, but you’d take your time with it. Law isn’t the kind of man you’d want to have a touch and go experience with. No, he’s the kind the one that you want to savor. The one that you want to take your relationship slow and steady with as he wants, and as a result get to spend even longer in his company.

When he pulls away, you can’t help but smile. Law’s parted lips close into the gentle curve of a smile as well, his usual smirk appearing much more bashful. The two of you lean back into each other. Your noses are nudged and warm breaths mingle before your lips can meet again.

But this feels right, so stay a sec

Law realizes he’s never done this before; kissing. But now, he’s hooked. He still doesn’t really know if he’s doing it correctly; if you’re enjoying the experience as much as he is, but it feels good. Therefore, he must be doing something right. Plus you only pull away from him to take breaths before immediately returning your lips to where they belong (on his), which confirms his hopes.

What started as a sweet and slow kiss ends up becoming a much hotter make out session. Months of pent up attraction and feelings for each other spill over, out of your mouth into his (and vice versa.) He’s the first to swipe his tongue across your bottom lip and get you to open up, and proceeds to groan into your mouth in a way that’s surprisingly communicative of how strongly he feels. It gets to the point where, besides your hands roaming over each others backs, you feel that your saliva must also be permanently entangled.

But all good things must come to an end. You pull back completely so that you and Law are properly facing each other, rather than within kissing range. “Law, I… We should talk about this. Before we go any farther.”

His face heats up at the implication; he hadn’t even thought that far ahead, too lost in your sweet taste, warm skin, and soft lips to do so. He nods and just murmurs, “Okay, let’s just keep doing this.”

You agree and kiss him without another word.

Yeah, you feel right, so stay a sec

When you do both finally wind down, and are left as nothing but half-sleep puddles in each other’s arms, Law murmurs something unintelligible into your hair.

Silence passes, though you can practically hear the gears in Law’s head turning. Finally, he speaks his mind. “Don’t go.”

A smile graces your features. How pleasantly surprising it is to have your captain- possibly the most closed off man you’d ever known- asking for you to stay. Of course, you hum in negation. “Wasn’t planning on it.”

His arms seem to tighten around you- though whether it’s reflexively or to keep you close, you’re unsure. “Good.” Then, Law murmurs something unintelligible against you.

“Hm?” He can feel the vibration on your lips against the side of his face more than he can hear it. That’s how closely you’re pressed into him.

Law clears his throat. “You feel right.”

“So do you.”

[chlmtsdoll]

the new pics of z at wimbledon have me in a chokehold!! can i please request a blurb or something based on it like her attending the match with reader as her date and the reader gets bets tashi on who she thinks is gonna win and she gets needy

I literally need blonde Z forever omfg she’s TOO gorg !! I struggled a bit w this bc I know literally nothing about tennis but I tried my very best 🤍

WIMBELDON

18+ ౨ৎ word count: 1.5k

warnings: smut ! oral (f) receiving, teasing, sub-ish Tashi

You weren’t fully convinced that the soreness of your neck would ease quick enough from the way your head jumped back and forth along with crowds of people around you. Intensity rising in the silence as everyone watched the neon ball travel back and forth across the court.

Tashi to your left gripped her knees in anticipation as she lounged forward, emerged in the game as it had just been getting good. Peaking the climax of it all.

Her blonde locks were angel like as they made her skin glow on this lightly gloomy but sunny day. Her light grey cashmere suit jacket matched the clouds in the sky and the blue and navy stripped tie around her neck made you sink your teeth straight into your dior oiled lips.

You couldn’t dare to stop daydreaming of the moment the match was over and you could finally get your hands under her blazer and loosened button up.

“Let’s go,” Tashi’s tone was sanguine and her pupils dilated as all her senses were focused on the court.

You just kicked back and relaxed in your seat, adjusting your Chanel sunglasses as you were more than sure the little bet you convinced Tashi to make with you, had been up in your favor currently.

You challenged if your pick of opponent closed the match with a win, you’d get to play top. Be the one in charge of the powerful yet gracious woman later on tonight when you’d both gotten back to your hotel room.

And Tashi declared that if her opponent won, you’d have to let her ride your face till you were beat and purely tiresome.

Being always down for a naughty game, and a rush to win, it was maybe up to luck that your side of the court had been scoring clean off the charts.

And when you heard cheering as everyone stood around you, a grin spread across your lips as the ball really did land in your court. Tashi’s fists clenched down hard against her short slacks with a grunt you found all too seductive, as the rest of the arena was filled with claps and cheers echoing around.

You leaned into your scowling girlfriend as you relaxed in with a sigh,

“You know what that means,” you implored the woman with mischief as she met your eye line and shook her head at the way your hand slid down your own thigh.

“Don’t get too cocky, your in control till I say you’re not.” The blonde narrowed her almond eyes at you and she matched your sly grin.

You knew it was your one chance to have her exactly how you wanted. So when you were tugging on her lightly disheveled tie as you both stumbled into your hotel room you knew exactly what of your day dreams you were ready to make come alive.

Giggles filled the air of the room as you kissed your tall lean girlfriend with passion. Tashi’s hands came up to balance your waist as she had you against the wall, lips crashing like waves and you moved her so she’d been the one pushed against the wood.

Your fingers coming from the delicate shape underneath her washed out blazer to start undoing her tie, soft grin to her lips as she smooched back with hunger.

“Mmm, that was a good fucking game.” The woman breathed out as she leaned into you and you had been just ready to shed your panties right then.

“On the bed.” You breathed out, “you should of seen your face when it was near a tie.”

Your laughter was all around as Tashi rolled her eyes and watched you crawl your way up to her on the mattress, face hot and ready to dive straight into the tantalizing essence that she was.

“Just pick your poison before I change my mind,” Tashi sputtered as she stripped down till her exposed silky skin was all shown an your eyes flashed with desire to devour her pretty quickly.

“But that wasn’t part of the bet.” You partly whined.

“I don’t give a shit about the bet,” Tashi cooed as she matched your tone and she just couldn’t help but assort dominance in some way.

But quickly you took her caramel thighs and pulled them straight to your rapture as you left a slight grip on her now exposed skin, quickly noticing she had already been slick with arousal at the sight of her pussy. You tried not to smile too big when you met eyes of the womans browns starting to fill with lust as she sat up on her elbows to view you.

You stroked her butter like legs, “so quick to op out but you know you want it just as much as I do..”

Tashi chuckled lightly at your humor, her hands coming in contact with your locks. “Make me feel good… please.” She added with only a half forced smile to make you feel in charge and you kissed down her inner thighs softly as you reached her heat.

You almost whimpered at just her strong but gratifying like aroma of raspberries and something sweet that was toasted itself. You couldn’t wait any longer to get your lips around her bud and Tashi’s breath hitched slights as you did so. Watching your mouth work around her clit, you sucked and flicked your tongue eloquently.

You moved your tongue against her in magnifying ways as you consumed her taste. Tashi started to let out a small pass of sighs and whimpers as you flattened your tongue on her for a second and she gripped your hair in her hands, you could sense her toes curling by your head and that only made your own wetness start to gather beneath your panties.

“Yeah.. more- -“ Tashi’s sweetened tones pour from her lips and made a perfect audio of music to your ears as you got her off to your own delight, even adding a finger to slide through her soaked folds to move through her as you lapped up what she gave you.

Her moans filled your ears and you realized she was starting to tense up, edging on her release. Her head fell back as she let you take over her body and warned you through the upcoming rush “baby, I’m gonna cum,” she groaned as her supermodel like body shook,

But she drilled as you pulled away from her cunt and let your finger slip out suddenly. Her eyes met yours almost immediately in disruptions as there was nothing but a soft pout on your lips hiding a smirk.

“Well, we’ll see how you good you cum without my help since our little bet didn’t matter so much to you,” you say sweetly as you kissed your girlfriends face that was left slack jaw as she peered up at your smile of mischief in pure disbelief.

[skyguytoast]

ANAKIN X F!READER (18+, oral sex female receiving)

Anakin closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, he savored the sultry scent of your passionate encounter, which still lingered in the air. He luxuriated in the sensation of having you so close, the way you surrendered to him completely, and how much you hungered for him. After a moment, he opens his eyes again, gently tucking a soft blonde lock behind his ear. 

"You're sticky..." He whispers, the corner of his lip curling into a mischievous smile, as his blue eyes, darkening with rekindled desire, trail down your thighs, his gaze drifting to the evidence of your shared  pleasure on your thighs.

"And whose fault is that?" you quip with a playful smile, your eyebrows wiggling suggestively.

Anakin grins, his hands moving to your waist, as he locks his gauze with yours. "Oh, you know..." he responds in a sultry tone, his voice sending delicious shivers down your spine.

His hands travel to the back of your thighs, and in one swift movement, he lifts you into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist.

"We'll get you cleaned up," Anakin promises, his intense gaze making a shiver run through your body.

"Uhm" You hum lowly, letting Anakin carry you in his arms, he holds your body with one arm around your waist, while using the other to push everything on the table out of the way, some holomaps, which you should have been memorizing the coordinates for the next mission, the holopads, and even the lightsabers falling carelessly to the floor of the small study room in the Temple library, although neither of you seemed to notice. Not when Anakin was lying your naked body on the table, your garments long since discarded.

The table was the perfect height for what Anakin was about to do to you. He carefully placed you on the wooden surface, his hands finding the back of your thighs, spreading your legs in one fluid and firm movement.

He positions himself between them, standing above you as he puts his hands on your waist, his gaze trailing down the line of your body, his smile widening at the way you're already squirming before he even puts his hands on you.

"I'll take care of you..." He murmurs, in a low, husky tone.

"Uhm, aftercare, huh? Someone's caring today," you murmured softly, before biting your lower lip when Anakin threw one of your legs over his shoulder without warning.

Anakin chuckled softly as he placed his hand on your calf, his hands gently trailing down the back of your leg as he placed a small kiss on the back of your knee.

"I'm always caring for you..."

He replies, before placing a kiss on the inside of your leg, while his other hand is still resting on your waist, gently caressing the skin there.

"uhm, you fucked me in a moving speeder once, that wasn't very considerate of you" You reminded him, reminiscing about the moment, your lips curving with delight as you recalled the wind in your hair, the flashing lights of Coruscant's underworld, and the horrified stares of some, and the disdain of those who were used to that kind of display of affection, - there were more indiscreet couples than you when it came to lovemaking.

Anakin grinned, his warm breath tickling the inside of your thigh, as he placed another kiss, his hand gently trailing down the back of your thigh as he placed a small nibble near the fold of your leg.

"Oh, you can't complain about that time. You loved it." He retorted in a devious tone, as his tongue brushed over the sensitive skin for a moment.

"Maybe you have a point there..." You ponder, taking a deep breath to try and keep your heartbeat normal, although it seems almost impossible.

A hoarse laugh escapes Anakin's throat as he brings his hand up to your hip again, he places another smooch on the back of your thigh, this time very close to your cunt.

"I always have, my love..." He replies in a low tone, as his kiss warms your skin for a while longer, before he slips his tongue between your legs.

"Don't get cocky, Anakin," you retort, although your complaint falls on deaf ears as his tongue slides through your heat.

You feel Anakin smile against your soaking wet pussy, he takes his tongue to the sensitive spot that he knows makes you see stars, he begins to explore you with gentle movements.

He places his hand on the underside of your leg as he moves his tongue down, his mouth exploring you slowly as he enjoys the feel and taste of you. You throw your head back, your hair spilling over the table, your fingers tangling in his locks, pushing his face deeper as his tongue deliberately rubs against your clitoris.

Anakin draws his face away for a moment, receiving a little moan of frustration from you, before running his tongue around your entrance again, he puts his free hand on your waist to try to hold you in place, starting to tease you with gentle movements as he slowly eats you out. He lifts his head just a little to look at you, watching the expression of bliss on your face as he tries to get more sounds out of you, your breasts hardening with pleasure and the icy air cutting through the room.

"uhm, I must admit you know how to use your mouth, darling" You gasp, kneading your breasts sensuously, adding more fusion to the sexual equation.

Anakin presses another kiss to your lower lips as he lets out a low hoarse chuckle, his tongue running slowly over the area for a moment as he enjoys the deliciously depraved sounds you let out.

"Obviously, darling..." He replies in a wicked tone as he sticks his tongue out at you again, starting to speed up his thrusts as he tries to bring you to the edge again, he wants to feel you melting on his tongue.

"Cocky bastard!" you whimper, your thighs clenching involuntarily.

A small moan of pleasure escapes Anakin with your passionate move, his long fingers closing on your thigh, preventing you from pressing your legs together. He rolls his tongue around in you again, speeding up his rhythm, trying to give you as much pleasure as he can.

"You know you love it, love..." He whispers between tongue thrusts, his hand remaining on your thigh to try and keep you open for him.

"Fuck, I'm going to..., uhm" You moan wilfully, the pleasure clouding your mind to the point where you forget that you're not alone, and Obi Wan is still looking for some archives in the next room.

When Anakin hears the loud moan, he puts his hand over your mouth to try and muffle the sound while speeding up the movements of his tongue.

"Shh, love... we don't want Obi Wan to know about this..."

He murmurs in a low tone as he continues to deliberately lick and suck your clitoris, trying to keep a steady rhythm while seeming more amused than concerned about the pleasurable moans escaping from you.

You squeeze your eyes shut tightly, trying to stop yourself from whimpering, tears of pleasure running down your flushed cheeks as Anakin hits the sweet spot again and again, he plunges his tongue into your ocean like a thirsty man, drinking you like holy water.

When he realizes that you're almost at your limit, he intensifies the thrusts of his tongue, rubbing his thumb over your clitoris and applying a little pressure, trying to give you as much pleasure as possible.

"Don't try to hold back, love... Just let me take care of you..." He murmurs sultrily against your cunt, Anakin savoring the sight in front of him, his eyes roaming over your arched body as you inch closer to the edge.

It doesn't take long for you to melt into his mouth, your legs going limp as you reach your orgasm, your knuckles white from clenching the wood of the table to stop yourself from moaning.

Anakin stays in this position for a while longer, his tongue tracing your cunt, licking your juices, trying to collect every trace of your release, he almost hums as he indulges in the taste he knows so well.

After a few moments, when your breathing has seemed to calm down, he places one last kiss on your core before drawing away, a pleased look on his face, rubbing lazy circles on your hips.

"So good for me..."

You give an amused chuckle, pushing a couple of blonde strands away from his face, gently pulling Anakin closer. He hovers over you with a hug next to your body for support, you press your lips to his, your tongue slipping into his mouth, dancing in tune and tasting your own taste on his tongue.

[the-golden-comet]

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I know it’s still a little early, but it’s Friday somewhere (right? 🤣) Time to SMOOCH (among other tags. Thank you if you have tagged me recently, by the way! I may miss some, but I always appreciate being tagged 💛✨)

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The Peter Hart confession that covers ALL OF THESE lovely tags. Prepare to melt 🫠

Benji hiccuped as tears fell down to the floorboards. Too emotional for words, he mustered a quick head nod. Peter sighed low, shaking his head. “Oh, Benjamin….why on earth didn’t you tell me?”

The noble shook his head once more. Peter tried again, his tone greatly hurt now, yet soft and unthreatening: “ Benjamin…. ”

Through his gentle sobs, the prince spoke in a cracking voice. “I….I didn’t want my heart to break…..” His lips curled as he tried to bottle his sorrow, but the waves wouldn’t cease. Finally, the onslaught of passionate grief overflowed from his chest to his tear ducts, and down his freckled face.

“Benjamin…..” Peter whispered low and gently.

“…..J-just break my h-heart already…..!” Benji’s crying breath hitched. The amulet was glowing brightly around his trembling bosom, yet the light did not detract the tears.

Peter cupped his hands over Benjamin’s cheeks, wiping the streams away with his thumbs. Tenderly, he tilted the prince’s head up to meet his eyes as he cooed gently down: “You should have told me, Benjamin….because you’d never know that….” He confessed through his own swelling voice. “…..that I feel the same.”

Benjamin’s shining eyes widened in shock. But, before he could let Peter’s words sink in, the captain leaned forward and met their lips. Slowly, sweetly, he kissed Benji as he tried to calm the crying mess of a man in his arms.

The noble’s breath hitched into Peter’s mouth, but he didn’t fight the kiss. Instead, he leaned into it with his whole heart as he finally relinquished his remaining reservation. Giving Hart total control, Benjamin moved his lips and jaw in tandem with the captain. Much like their dancing, he let Peter lead…..and Peter would absolutely take.

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[spideyzgirl]

love’s magic 🪄

A/N: are we feeling this? lmk

summary: you cook up a potion to get peter to fall in love with you; why isn’t he falling for you like he should?

warnings: a lot of sciency talk (i died writing it), witch!reader??? angst, fluff, a tiny tiny bit of stony

pairing: peter parker x reader

wc: 2578

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peter enters the lab to find you at your regular spot at your table. you look up and smile upon his arrival. “hi peter, i made love!”

“you did what now?” peters eyebrows shoot up at your statement.

“i made a love potion!” you squealed, holding up a tiny vial filled to the brim with a reddish-pink hue. you shook the vial and watched with pride as the glittery liquid swirled around.

right off the bat, peter had a million questions. none of which he would ask, because he didn’t want to come off as jealous.

“that’s… wow! does it work?” peter forced a smile.

“don’t you see the two rats making out on my desk?” you gesture towards the clear container that sure enough, held smooching rats.

“yes i do, and it’s really unnerving.” peter frowned.

“we should probably turn around and give them some privacy.” you nod.

you shake the vial once again and smile at peter. “well? what do you think? you haven’t said anything yet…”

peter takes it from you to shake it around for himself, watching concoction swish inside. he can feel the jealousy growing stronger. “yeah, it’s cool.” peter gives a small smile, trying his best not to infringe on your achievement.

“just cool? peter, i’ve been through months of trial and error to finally perfect this thing. “cool” is all you have for me? i mean, this is super intense! when consumed, it’ll flood your brain with pleasure inducing chemicals. i’m talking dopamine, oxytocin- any love hormone you can think of. not only does it affect the neurotransmitter process, but it also has a powerful affect on the brains reward system.”

“i have a reward system in my brain? that sounds awesome, what is that? what does it do?” he beamed. peter loves when you get enthusiastic about science. he doesn’t understand half of what you’re saying, yet he listens and nods intently anyway. he adored seeing you so excited about your passion.

“the reward system is what drives us to seek out food, water, and other necessary things for survival. when someone ingests the love potion, the brain starts to recognize the object of their affection as a necessary part of their survival, which causes them to crave that person in a similar way to how they would crave food or water. so, is it still just cool?” you smirk, knowing you’ve piqued his curiosity.

“no, it’s amazing! it’s also kind of scary. i’m really happy you had your breakthrough.” peter offers a smile and looks off to the side.

“but what? i’m open to criticism.”

“well, i’m just wondering who you made it for. you must really like this person, if these are the lengths you’ll go for them…” he scratches his head.

“i made it for me.” you reply simply.

peters heart drops at your answer. “why, are you trying to fall in love or something?” he nervously chuckled.

“i’m already in love. i’m just not so sure he’s in love with me.” you sigh dejectedly.

really, you made it for peter, but you weren’t about to tell him that. you’ve had feelings for him for far too long now, and the need for him to be yours was overbearing. your subtle hints might’ve been too subtle for peter, and you didn’t have a drop of courage for you to be forward either. so you did what you do best.

“you couldn’t have just… talked to him? did you really have to go to such an extreme measure?”

your eyes widen slightly, the tone of his question threw you off. “wait you don’t think this is weird do you?”

“no! i’m just saying, all those months you spent creating a potion could’ve been used to actually talk to this person, you know?”

“i guess you’re right.. maybe i shouldn’t have done this then?” you look at the potion as you think.

“no you totally should’ve! you’ve done something incredible here, don’t be ashamed!”

“no, it’s okay. i know i’m probably way in over my head. but, there’s just so many times you can drop hints to someone so oblivious.” you shrug with a smile.

“who is this idiot anyway? i can’t believe he pushed you to such a point.”

“oh, you know. just a guy. he’s usually not so dumb.” you stifle a laugh as you answer.

“oh come on, i don’t get to know who it is? that’s lame.” he playfully shoved you.

“you’ll find out when we’re together.” you smile in a way that told peter your lips are sealed.

“alright, i’m holding you to that,” he hands you the vial “i’ve gotta run soon, but good luck with your.. guy.”

“thanks,” you pull him into a hug, which he gladly reciprocates. you’re not sure why you did it, but it felt right. you get butterflies when his hand gradually moves to your lower back. you wanted to think he was testing the waters, seeing how far he could get before you stopped him.

“oh god.” peter gasped, his hold on you slightly loosening.

“what? what is it?” you pull away while your hands rest on his forearms.

“the rats are having sex, y/n. why are they doing that?”

“i feel like that’s pretty self explanatory. they don’t call it a love potion for nothing you know.” you wink.

“you didn’t know that would happen, did you?” he laughed.

“nope. i did not. but it’ll be fine! i’m not gonna go that far, if that’s what you’re worried about.” you tried to hide your smile at his concern.

“good. but what if your potion works a little too well? what if this guy can’t control himself? what if he goes so crazy over you he’ll try to hurt you?” peters grip on you tightened as he spoke, you didn’t even know he was still holding on.

“oh, he’d never. he would never hurt me in a million years. there’s nothing to worry about, this is safe, i promise. but thank you for worrying about me.”

“you know i always got you.” and it’s true. peter cares you so much, he’s willing to push you into the arms of another guy if it makes you happy, even if it kills him inside.

*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*

later that night, peter found himself being lured into the kitchen by the sweet smell of freshly baked cookies. just as you set a fresh tray of them on the counter, peter was instantly behind you.

“ooh, cookies? don’t mind if i do!” peter quickly snatches a cookie and bites into it, humming at the delicious taste.

“peter no! those cookies are…” you trailed off, wondering why you were warning him, when the cookies were for him after all. “are… fresh out of the oven! they’re piping hot, don’t you wanna wait for them to cool?” you smile nervously, watching him carefully for any minor changes.

“sorry, i couldn’t help myself. they’re just too good. are they homemade?”

you nod, watching with worried eyes as he shoveled two more into his mouth. “okay, maybe you should slow down? i don’t want you to get a tummy ache..”

“i’ll be alright,” he shrugged. “besides, i’ll have you to take care of me.”

your heart flutters at the statement, and you try your best to hide your smile.

peter frowns slightly and hums. “hey, these kind of taste sparkly.”

“it must be starting to kick in,” you mumble to yourself. “are you feeling alright? come here.” you place your hands on his cheeks on his face to check his temperature, but he feels normal. while you wanted the spell to work, you still wanted to make sure it wasn’t going to hurt him.

“please, just don’t eat anymore cookies? you’ve had more than the necessary amount of doses.”

“doses?” his head slightly fell to the side.

“uh, why don’t we let the cookies cool? i bet they’ll taste even better then.” you ignored him.

“oh, okay. so tell me. what’s the secret ingredient?”

you smile, seizing your opportunity. “love.”

*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*

it didn’t take long for you to doubt the success of your potion. it should’ve taken effect within the first few minutes consumed. it’d been 4 hours since peter ate the cookies, and you haven’t seen him since.

either the spell wasn’t working, or it killed him.

if the spell was working though, the effects didn't seem to be as powerful as you’d anticipated. you began to wonder if all of your hard work had been for nothing.

“peter, you better be dead,” you huffed as you checked the time on your phone again. “i knew i should’ve tested this on steve and tony.”

then you decided, maybe all hope wasn’t lost. perhaps you needed to put in a bit of effort on your end. you were a bit on the shy side, it wouldn’t hurt to take initiative from time to time.

you texted peter to meet you in your room and in no time, he strolled inside taking a seat by you on your bed.

“what’s up?” he greets you.

“nothing, just look at me.” you stare into his eyes, searching for any hint of interest in you.

peter blinks and rubs his eyes. “shit, i lost. you never let me win.”

“what? we weren’t- you know, what never mind. just come closer.”

peter obliged, and you embraced him in a tight hug. “how does this feel? pretty intimate, right?”

“warm, cozy, everything a y/n hug should be.” he sighed

you groan and let go of him. “so you don’t feel anything at all?”

peter looks at you for a moment and thinks. your heart beats faster. this is it, he’s going to say everything you’ve been dying to hear for the past year.

“well… i’ve had this awful cramp in my calf lately. i’m just not sure what to do. what do you suggest?” he asked simply.

your heart sank. it seemed that all your efforts had been in vain. you spent so much time and energy making this potion, and for what? it didn't seem to have any effect on peter.

“that’s not what i mean! why didn’t it work? i’ve been trying for months!” you rest your forehead on your knees, unable to stop the tears from rolling.

“woah, what’s going on?” peter frowned, placing a hand on your back. but you don’t answer.

you couldn't help but feel defeated. you put so much of yourself into this project, and now it seemed like a complete failure. not only were you unsuccessful with your potion, but the boy you were hopelessly in love with didn’t take even a slight romantic interest in you. the realization was like a punch to the gut.

“what’s it gonna take for you to want me? i’m asking you now, because i can’t seem to figure it out for the life of me! i go as far as making a love potion just to get you to like me and it still won’t fucking work? i can’t do this for much longer! i spent months working on that potion,” you spat out, your voice quivering with rage. “i researched every ingredient, every spell, and every technique. so i would love for you to tell me, what it is about me that repels you?”

you’re almost panting from the anger, though it wasn’t directed towards peter. you wiped at the tears, but they kept coming.

peter was stunned with your outburst. it was definitely a lot to process. selfishly, the only thing he took from that was that you liked him. the same girl he’d been pining after for years was finally reciprocating. peter spent so much time dreaming about this moment but he never thought it would actually happen.

he mouth went ajar as he stammered, failing to form a coherent sentence. you never yelled at him before, he didn’t know how to react. all he could manage was, “you made that potion… for me?”

“yes,” you utter feebly, avoiding his eyes. “but it doesn’t matter anymore. we can just pretend this didn’t happen. my potion didn’t work, and you’re just not into me.”

“no. i can’t do that,” he shook his head, a grin plastered on his face. “not when i finally know you feel the same way about me.”

you look at him, confusion evident on your face.

“i’ve been working up the courage to ask you on a date, but i couldn’t after you told me you were making a love potion for someone else. do you know how much that crushed me?”

“and you didn’t stop me?” you fought a smile.

“i couldn’t. you were so excited about the spell working, about the person you were gonna use it on. i didn’t wanna ruin it for you because i love you.”

“i love you too,” you smile shyly, toying with the bottom of your shirt. “we’re so stupid.”

“no kidding. i can’t believe you made a potion instead of telling me you like me.”

“i can’t believe you told me to go be happy with someone who isn’t you.” you playfully bump into him, and he takes your arm gently, keeping you close.

“you’ll never hear it again.” his eyes are locked on your lips while his other hand delicately grips your chin, pulling you closer and closer until your lips meet.

your eyes flutter shut as you lose yourself in the moment. it was an explosion of sensation, your bodies coming together in a perfect harmony that felt like it had been brewing for months. it wasn't just a kiss, but an emotional release that had been building for years. you couldn't get enough of each other, your lips moving against the others in perfect union.

you both reluctantly pulled apart, breathless, knowing that nothing between you would ever be the same again; you were perfectly fine with that.

“holy shit.” you gasp.

“what happened?”

“i think i know why my potion didn’t work on you. you were already in love with me, so of course it wouldn’t work on you! i’m not a failure after all.”

“of course you’re not. i can’t get those rats out of my mind. i think in pictures, so you can imagine how horrible this is for me.” he shook his head.

you gasp again, standing up so fast you see spots. “i left the cookies out!”

“it’ll be fine. just stay here with me. we need to make up for lost time, don’t you think?” he winked.

“you haven’t figured it out yet? the love potion is in the cookies!”

“wait, are you serious?” he frowned.

you rolled your eyes and dragged him towards the kitchen. you cursed when you found that all of the cookies were gone.

“oh god. this could be bad.” you wince.

just then, steve sprinted through the kitchen with tony hot on his trail. “come back you coward! you can’t escape my love, no matter how fast you run!” tony yelled after him.

peter covered his mouth as he laughed, and your jaw dropped.

“that right there was an immediate call for an antidote.” you immediately turned to leave.

peter looked to the side in horror, to see thor in a full heated make out with his hammer. “please hurry,” he shuddered. “that’s image number three unfortunately seared into my brain today.”

you turn your attention to thor and shrug. “i honestly think that would’ve happened with or without the potion.”

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Bar Daddy

I take immense pride in my bar. In just two years I've founded the classiest tavern in town, but I still like to bartend now and then. I can charm any patron with prompt service, good company, and the finest drinks.

I usually aim to give everyone a high-class experience, but I don't even bother trying to charm the man currently walking in.

He comes around every so often and completely disrupts the sophisticated atmosphere, dressing like a prostitute and loudly commenting on the gentlemen in the room. Needless to say, that gay idiot keeps coming back to drive away my paying customers, and each time I become a more and more short-tempered.

I feel my patience already wearing thin as he creeps over to me. "I told you not to come back here!" I growl under my breath.

"But this is the gayest bar in town," he whines back in return.

"This is the finest bar in town, so get out!"

Just before I explode in anger, this man begins batting his eyes. The gaze beneath those fluttering eyelids is intense. I feel the scowl on my face loosen as my arms fall limp. My whole posture seems to sag, and I can feel his mesmerizing power over me.

"You need to loosen up, mister," I hear him say, "You think this isn't a gay bar? Just look at yourself!"

My head obediently turns and glances in the mirror as he continues to whisper in my ear.

"You're happy to have gay men in here! This bar was founded on your own values, right? Masculinity, homosexuality, and promiscuity."

I suddenly realized he is right.

"Wow, I'm happy you're here, bud," I smile, already hoping I can give him the time of his life in my gay bar.

"Glad to be here, daddy, but don't tell me you've forgotten how you greet all your customers!"

I panic! I have no idea how he thinks I should greet my customers. Normally, I put on a charming smile and ask them what they'd like to drink, but I can already tell that isn't a good enough strategy for this new guy.

"A kiss, big-bear!" he laughs, "A sloppy, aggressive, wet kiss. You need to show your patrons who's in charge here or they'll get out of line."

That makes so much sense. I rush around the bar and grab the twink by the waist, forcing him close enough to plant a long smooch over his mouth. I'm overjoyed to see that my embrace has left him flustered and rock hard.

"What can I get you to drink, son?" I ask.

My voice feels lower. I don't remember being a baritone, and my body feels so much heavier. Maybe I've gained some weight, but it could just be the uniform I have on. Wearing nothing but an apron might just make me look thicker than I am. At least I'm lucky enough to be covered in body hair or else I'd be freezing in here!

"A round of shots for the room, daddy!" he screams gleefully, planting a wicked slap on my bare ass.

The sting on my cheeks makes me angry at first, but after glancing into his eyes I realize I overreacted. I always like it when a customer smacks my ass anyway. Honestly, that and them randomly groping me is the only thing that turns me on anymore.

"Coming right up, boy."

"Good bar daddy," he praises.

I don't know when it happened, but the entire place is redecorated. Gone is the wood panelling and tasteful art, replaced by neon lights and a loud music. All my regular customers have seemed to embrace it, twerking half naked on the dance floor.

A crowd of more gays bursts into the bar, wildly running up to order their drinks. It's the most business I've ever had!

The rest of the night is going to be a whirlwind! A dozen wandering hands immediately find my body among the crowd, tickling my sensitive areas, groping my big muscles, and fondling the package beneath my apron. These boys certainly feel close to their daddy!

The only way I can get them to calm down is by grabbing their shoulders to force my tongue down their throat in a sloppy kiss. I barely have the time to keep up with tending the bar.

I don't mind it though. The constant stimulation is intoxicating, fueling my passion to make my boys happy. Every single one of these men are going to leave my bar happy, drunk, and satisfied! I am their Bar Daddy after all.

[milkb0nny]

Hello! can you do Jing Yuan and Sampo with a s/o who wants to do his make up but turns out to be a make out session? (does making out falls in the nsfw categories? if it does, just ignore this! sorry!)

🤍 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒖𝒑 𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏

Note: Hello! I'm not sure how far making out falls into lewd content but I'll still write it. Maybe it's not as spicy as you wanted it but I tried my best! 🤍 It's always okay to ask me even if you're not sure. Thank you sm for this request!

Characters: Jing Yuan, Sampo Koski

Content: you making them pretty, slight spice, gn!/reader, fluff

Warnings: potential spice, not proofread

🍃... 𝑱𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒀𝒖𝒂𝒏

▫️He didn't agree with your cheerful idea at first but gave in seeing how happy it would make you. You two sit in the living room and you have your makeup bag and brushes with you. You're excited Jing Yuan wants to spend some quality time with you. You enjoy these days since he's usually so busy with work.

▫️This was your one and only chance to switch your man to a beautiful person. He's beautiful without makeup but how pretty would he be with blue eyeshadow and a bright red lipstick? You want to make the most out of this opportunity. You want to give his pale face some color!

▫️He lays down on your lap as it is easier for you to see him up close and your hands easily rest on his face. Even though he wasn't so fond of this idea he enjoys laying on your thighs.

▫️"Maybe we can do this more often. It's very comfortable. After all you always get me the nicest pillows." A gentle smile leaves him and you blush.

▫️He's the perfect model to put make up on. He stays still and nothing tickles him too much. You enjoy experimenting with colors, glitters and big lashes. He gets confused when you glue him eyelashes on but doesn't resist since you'd be mad if he made a move.

▫️Though the seemingly harmless situation turned out to be a little more than just doing makeup. When you paint his lips purple an idea pops into his mind.

▫️His fresh lipstick is wet enough to taunt your adorable face. He gets up and kisses you on the cheek leaving a big smooch.

▫️"Am I beautiful?" He asks with a flirty undertone, coming closer. You stop breathing and look at him with widened eyes. He smirks and kisses you again leaving his lips all over your face.

▫️You're too attractive with his lips smothered all over your face. He adores you so much, craves you and wants you: now! You're not done yet but can't help participating in his loving mind game. Your boyfriend can twist your head around any time he wants to.

▫️He picks you up with an ease, carries you to your shared bedroom and closes the door. With a bright smile he throws you onto the bed and crawls over you.

▫️You smell his lust and his passion, it makes you blush and your body somehow feels so burning hot.

▫️"I want to see that lipstick all over you~"

🍃... 𝑺𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒐 𝑲𝒐𝒔𝒌𝒊

▫️He was more than happy when you begged him to agree to your idea. Your puppy eyes and the sweet smile on your lips convinced him immediately. You agreed to meet up in the evening at your place.

▫️As expected he came home too late so you decide to punish him with extra extravagant makeup. You got your glitters, rhinestones and most importantly flamboyant eyelashes. All of these things should make Sampo a living doll.

▫️He's a little hesitant but already agreed to the whole procedure. So he layed down on the bed and you crouched over him to keep him still. You are very aware of his ticklish spots and some of them are in his face.

▫️He flinches here and there but all in all he holds through. You're surprised by his grace and how gorgeous he is with his green eyes and red eyeshadow. You took some time so he fell asleep. That gave you the best opportunity to make him extra juicy.

▫️Sampo looks like a flashy drag queen due to his masculine statue and smug face. Surprisingly he loves his makeup and is absolutely baffled by your skills. You see sparks in his eyes and an expression which screamed "Is this really me?!?!"

▫️Sampo admires your talents and he's aware you're skilled at makeup but doing it on another face is a whole different take. In his emotional rush he grabs you and throws you into the air, laughing happily.

▫️You're more than excited how happy he is about just some makeup. It was so unexpected since he never showed interest in it. But you don't mind, you love it.

▫️With a girly look comes a girly attidue. He'll make jokes, behaving extra feminine and mocking you a little. "Little Miss, can you give the queen a kiss on the cheek! Oh - but be careful to not make my face dirty!"

▫️You love him so much. And he loves you. After some time you rub the heavy makeup off his face and he is like a dog while you do that. After he's all clean again he smirks, pulls you close and whispers in your ear.

▫️"Now that you got what you wanted... Can I have a taste of my desire too~?"

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[ddejavvu]

ANOTHER JAMES POTTER THOUGHT LMAOOO. k. so. hear me out. fake dating!James potter. sirius brings it up, the idea of you and James fake dating, cus youre all nervous about going to a family event cus it'll just be more comments about your lack of love life constantly. so sirius mentions that maybe you should just bring someone and say that theyre ur bf; it'd be easier AND you wouldnt be alone, muddling your way through awkward social conversations and such. remus, surprisingly, agrees with sirius when you laugh at the idea. ever the empath, he softly explains how it could be a great idea for you, and it'd solve a few issues at the same time. James doesnt really say anything till sirius suggests you bring him as your fake boyfriend, and James is immediately lighting up like "im your boyfriend??? yeah??" and he just.. cannot be told, no matter how many times you stress that he'd be a fake boyfriend, he just repeats that hes your boyfriiiieeeennnddd though. plain and simple.

he definitely takes his role seriously. makes excuses like, "we have to practice kissing, id kiss you ALOT as your boyfriend, yknow. and I dont want you to freeze up if I kiss you for the first time and you dont know how to react. we MUST practice." also holdsur hand all the time now and hes shameless about it - "but lovely, im ur boyfriend im meant to hold ur hand, cmonnn". even gets jealous like a real boyfriend would now (not that he didn't before, but now he lets it show).

at the event, also has a habit of stealing you away and keeping up the boyfriend role, im saying he lays it on THICK, doesnt matter if no one else can see it or is paying attention. im talking touchy, he probably nuzzles his face down into yours alot,constant love sick expression on his face. its gets so bad that even ur brother is like "wow, didn't realise youd get an actual boyfriend. like, what blackmail do u have on him?? did you finally submit to the devil and curse him or smthn cus Jesus fucking christ sis look at him, hes mooning over you from across the room. seems like an alright bloke though. maybe."

can imagine that hes touchy and sweet and etcetcetc but also. after ur little event is done, he stops joking and pretending, bends down to you and "so can I be your boyfriend now. pleeeaase?? ur auntie even said that I must be a lovely young man.. you think im a lovely young man too, right? so I can be ur boyfriend?? ]: please?"

FAKE DATING JAMES IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE TROPES WITH HIM!!!!!!!!! BECAUSE BECAUSE BECAUSE he'd want to 'sell it' just like you mentioned, and he'd plan these insane grandiose gestures that have you melting for real and then you sneak off to a private area and he's giggling like they totally bought it!! and ur weak in the knees like yEah they did!!

you stress so many times to him that he's your fake boyfriend. fake. FAKE. but he absolutely refuses to say that, he calls it method acting. he's gotta get in character, he can't tell himself it's fake all the time or it'll seem fake!

no bc even before you get to your parents house he's like okay so let's practice our kisses. we're gonna need casual cheek kisses, the 'i-don't-want-to-make-a-scene kiss', the 'we-think-we're-alone' kiss, the forehead kiss, the hand kiss, the air kiss- and he's rambling on about all the ways he's gonna smooch you up and your cheeks are on fire.

the days leading up to the event he does practice! whenever you walk out of a room he grabs your hand and tugs you down to kiss your cheek, he makes you kiss him goodnight every night before bed, he even insists that you give it all you've got when no one else is around so that you get comfortable being passionate with him.

he greets your mom like the perfect gentleman, bringing her a bouquet and offering to help with dinner. but when she politely declines the help he sits on the floor at your feet while you're on the couch, spreads ur knees so that he can sit between your calves, and hangs out with the kiddos on the floor. he's their big jungle gym, constantly has children crawling all over him, and they definitely ask him scandalized questions like 'you KISS her?!?!?!' and then he gets this big shit-eating grin on his face and leans up to lay a big fat wet juicy smooch on your lips and they all chorus 'ewww!' and run off to giggle about it somewhere else. it leaves james with no more playmates, so he hoists himself up onto the couch and wraps an arm around you, proceeding to be sickeningly sweet and domestic and cute. definitely a nuzzler, ur so right <33333

YES THE TEASING FROM EVERYONE ELSE SKGNG ur grandma is like 'i'm glad you found a good man before i die' and ur auntie is like 'does he have an older brother??' everyone is enamored by this loverboy you've brought home, and he plays the part so well that no one ever realizes it was fake.

which is good, because it isn't for long. he definitely begs for you to give him a chance at being your real boyfriend, but you don't bother even giving him the chance, you just tell him you already know he'll be a fantastic real boyfriend because he went so above and beyond when it was only supposed to be fake :') ur so far gone for him and it's the best night of his life, i guarantee it :')

[daistea]

In my defense... Human Mithrun's hair is so fuckin greasy and it IS hot cuz it's like. God, he's pathetic. Man who looks like he is on the verge of death. It's like seein' him sweat. Like. He's been in a kitchen for hours doin' his line cook thing and he's kinda fuckin' slimy. Shady lookin' man. It just makes him Weirder and this is Hot To Me. Only way I can explain it. Nothing you do could be gross to me, babygirl. I'll see the sweat drop curving down from his forehead, stopping at his jaw and go "Hm, I'm suddenly so thirsty" and he goes, "Ah. Water?" so I say "God, I never thought you'd ask" and while he holds the bottle out to me, I lean in and lick up the path to his forehead, ending in a lil smoochy-smooch. I pull away and smile innocently, falling back into my chair. "Mmn. I'm better now..." He smacks the side of my head, I roll my eyes, and he shoves the water bottle into my hands. I smile wider, eyes closed, and say "Thank yooooou :)".

I also. I Want to wash his hair. Honestly. It's not like "He doesn't take care of himself." Maybe it's also just a bit of the commonality, to be honest, because I also get caught up and forget to take care of myself, but I think the Getting Caught Up is hot. He's so focused and into things that he forgets to take care of himself, basically. Which is like. Okay, I can take care of you. But?? It's some sense of passion, in a way, I think. I've never thought about it but. I don't want an actually scummy man. But he kinda... looks scummy.

And I bet there's some scummy fantasies we could play out, too. 👀 I don't know. He could spit in my food and I would genuinely say "Thaaaaanks". Mithrun tells me to strip and takes pictures that he treasures and will never, ever let anyone else touch or see, and maybe we'll play on that, too, "If anyone sees, I'll skin them alive", and I'm. God, is this hot? Should this be hot? But I know the answer: It's the hottest thing I've ever heard. I hope it burns me alive.

But if I don't do what he says, oh nooooooo, who knows what could happen...? We're doing fantasties of dubious morality. He's telling me it's fine because it feels good. "You want this." And I can't lie. He laughs at me. I'm like, "Yes, okay, yes, God, fuck, whatever you say." And it's not like I can think of anything else anyway, so why would I care? It's just us. Nothing else matters. I'm melting.

I, too, got caught up. It burns still, I fear...

sweet anon, sweet thoughtful gorgeous oddly sincere anon.... I adore you. I adore your brain. You're so genuinely lovely because you admire the aspects of characters that might put others off, you admire mithrun in a very realistic, albeit lusty, way. It''s oddly domestic despite your intent. it's genuine. It's honest. And absolutely sublime. I understand. I only question the greasy thing because I dislike my own greasiness. But.. you make a point. You bring out the human, the desire we feel for imperfection. Because imperfection is what we know, its what we treasure. Its life. Idk.

I think, anon, that you are the voice of the people. Of a generation.

[darkstar225]

Twice's 10th member acts in an action drama with a twist part 2

A/N: Heyyy, I'm trying to make up for the time I'm gone lol! Sry for taking so long to post :D I hope that my friend AnonymousKetchup who gave me this idea on Wattpad likes it!

The request: I need part 2 of this hahahaha (A/N: I did it lmao)

PS: Tysm for everyone who reads what I write, I hope I can bring a smile to your faces every time I post! I'd like to thank whoever sent me this idea 'cause I loved to write it <3

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Several years had passed since Y/N's unexpected romantic scene in the action drama. She had continued to pursue her acting career, gaining recognition for her talent and versatility. As fate would have it, the maknae found herself cast in another drama, this time a romantic comedy with a renowned actor as her co-star.

As the news of Y/N's new project spread, fans were buzzing with excitement. They remembered the iconic live video with TWICE reacting to her first on-screen kiss, and they couldn't wait to see their babygirl in a romantic comedy. Little did they know that history was about to repeat itself.

TWICE's angel, having grown as an actress, was more experienced and confident this time around. However, the script for the new drama contained a surprise... a passionate kiss scene. It seemed like Y/N's fate was intertwined with unexpected romantic moments on screen.

This time, the youngest was aware of the scene in advance, and she took it in stride. The news didn't faze her as much as the first time, and she approached the scene with a newfound professionalism. She knew that her TWICE unnies would have their protective reactions, but she was ready for it.

As the drama episode featuring the romantic scene aired, the fans' excitement reached new heights. They anticipated another iconic live video from TWICE, eager to see how the members would react to Y/N's latest on-screen kiss.

In their dorm, the TWICE members gathered once again to support their little sister. They sat in front of the TV, snacks in hand, and prepared themselves for the drama episode. The air was filled with a mixture of anticipation and déjà vu.

As the romantic scene unfolded on screen, the members couldn't help but exchange amused glances. Nayeon, who had been the most protective during the first instance, raised an eyebrow but didn't look away. Jihyo tried to keep a poker face, but a small smile tugged at the corner of her lips.

Momo, who had covered her eyes during the first kiss scene, peeked through her fingers this time, a mischievous sparkle in her eyes. Sana, always the playful one, grinned and began to whisper. 

Sana - Round two, babygirl!

The fans, watching the drama and waiting for TWICE's live video, erupted in laughter at the members' reactions. Memes and gifs flooded social media, capturing the uncanny resemblance between their responses now and those from years ago.

As the drama episode concluded, the members couldn't contain their laughter.

Nayeon - Well, I can't believe we signed up for this again! *smiles*

Jihyo - Seems like our babygirl has a knack for surprising us, at least we're consistent in our shock. *chuckling*

Momo - Maybe we should start a kissing scene critique service! 'TWICE Rates Y/N's On-Screen Smooches.' *playfully smirks*

Sana, still grinning, spoke last. 

Sana -  I'm up for it. As long as our kid is happy, we can survive a few more of these. 

The live video was a riot of laughter and harmony, and fans loved every moment of it. TWICE, with their genuine and supportive reactions, endeared themselves once again to their dedicated fanbase. The fans appreciated the members' protective and lighthearted approach, creating more memes and fan art to immortalize the moment.

While Y/N's on-screen kisses had become a recurring theme, the TWICE unnies embraced it with love and laughter. As long as their girl was happy and thriving in her acting career, they were more than willing to share in the excitement and occasional awkwardness of her on-screen romantic moments.

As they signed off from the live video, Y/N couldn't help but feel grateful for the unique bond she shared with her unnies. They had been there for her from the beginning, reacting to her unexpected journey in the world of on-screen romance. And no matter how many more kiss scenes awaited her in the future, Y/N knew she could always count on TWICE to be her biggest supporters, protective unnies, and forever family.

And this made her have one thought:

I love my dear older sisters.

A/N: I'm sorry for any errors. English is not my first language. Pls, let me know if there is something wrong, ty for reading <3

[yttsimp]

Not any specific request, I just felt like writing for Ranmaru again since, y'know, babygirl. I got hella self indulgent writing these, I hope it's not too much.

Kissing headcanons with Ranmaru

Flavor: Ranmaru Kageyama x gn!reader

Warnings: none

Headcanons under the cut v

We already know that Ranmaru is a nervous mess when it comes to anything romantic.

Kisses especially are his weakness.

He had never kissed anyone before getting into a relationship with you.

And god, he wanted to kiss you so bad.

But being the shy boy he is, he was always nervous to ask for it.

So he simply opts to hope you'll kiss him yourself.

This goes on for a while until one day, when you're walking home from school, you notice Ranmaru constantly shifting nervously as if he wants to say something.

When inquired, he seems to get even more nervous, until eventually your concerned gaze has him spill out all his thoughts.

"Uh...y/n...can we...kiss...?" he asks, avoiding your eyes.

You smile, stepping up closer to him.

His breath hitches as you cup his cheek and force him to look at you.

When you take his hand in your free hand, you notice how sweaty they've become and laugh a bit, much to his embarrassment.

Finally, you lean in and gently press your lips against his, rubbing your thumb over his cheek in an attempt to calm him as he stiffens.

Time seems to slow for him as his hand instinctively tightens around your own, heart thumping wildly against is chest.

As you pull away, you can't help but notice his expression as if he were a deer in headlights. You giggle, causing him to snap out of his trance and look away, face red as a tomato.

Ever since then, he couldn't get enough.

When he wants them, he usually won't outright ask for them, instead opting to sneak glances at your lips until you notice and kiss him yourself.

His lips are incredibly soft by the way, in case you needed further motivation to kiss him.

His favorite kisses are long and gentle yet passionate kisses, ones where he can really feel the love you put into it. It never fails to send him straight to nirvana.

Sometimes, when he's feeling confident, he'll kiss you himself.

He'll grab your attention before pulling you closer to him, gently locking his lips with yours as he hugs your waist.

As soon as he pulls away, he's instantly brought back down to earth as his face flushes and he turns away from you, completely embarrassed at his own boldness as he apologizes.

Shut him up with another kiss and he'll get the message that maybe he should kiss you more often.

If he's in a sour mood, a good way to cheer him up is through - you guessed it - smooches. Grab his face and kiss all over it, he'll brighten up in an instant as he laughs, attempting to pull you off of him as he shakily tells you to stop between giggles.

He doesn't really mean it though, so by all means, keep going til he's out of breath.

If you like hello and goodbye kisses, he'll never forget to give you them.

If you need to leave, whether it's to change classes or you're heading home, he'll always leave you a quick kiss on the cheek before going your separate ways.

And of course, the moment you see him again, don't forget to give him a cheek kiss of your own. It never fails to brighten his day.

Making out with him always makes his knees buckle.

The first time you kissed him over and over and over again until he ran out of breath, he swears he was on cloud nine.

Just the idea of getting to kiss you until he's breathless makes his mind hazy.

Quick tip: his neck is very sensitive. If you want to surprise him, kiss his neck out of nowhere and he'll jump sky high.

And if you really wanna fluster him, kiss the shuriken charm on his necklace. He'll go completely red as his mind shuts off.

So in short, he loves all of your kisses. Kiss him often and he'll be even more head-over-heels in love with you than he was before.

[nogenderbee]

Hi I'm here to request (yet again) for akito this time with D, J, K, L and N pls!! Hope its not a burden, take your time to write this request of mine <333

Hello! Don't worry it's not a burden for me ^^ and thank you for requesting once again hehe, so I hope you enjoy <3

Akito D, J, K, L, N fluff alphabet

⊱ Distance ═ They are in long distance relationship. How do they act in it? Do they have any plans for meeting their lover?

Akito probably was bored one day and just decided to write with some people on some fandoms he liked, and that's how he met you.

Now you and Akito we're dating for some time but you realized that you live far away from each other! And he really wanted to visit you on the spot but unfortunately he couldn't. He would definitely send you small gifts and call you every day, somewhere around afternoon so you won't be tired but also could tell him about your day. He may not send you "good morning" and "goodnight" messages everyday but he does it once in a while, and just talks with you a lot the next time you call.

Akito tries his best to be able to visit you but his family doesn't really agree and he has RAD WEEKEND to beat with his group. So unfortunately it either takes a long of time or you will have to visit him yourself.

"I really wanted to visit you this vacations but I literally have no occasion for that! No, my family says it's waste of time... They're just stupid."

⊱ Jealousy ═ What makes them jealous? How easy it is to make them jealous? And how do they act?

Akito is extremely easily jealous! It's enough that you're smiling and laughing to some other guy. When he's jealous he's immediately at your side trying to take you away from someone that made him feel like it, but he won't make the reason why he does that obvious, well... that's what he thinks at least.

After Akito finally got you away from that person he starts realizing his excuse while taking you away wasn't that great so now he's doing his so you won't realize he's jealous. He will say something like "he forgot where it was or who it was" so you might as well spend some time together.

"Hey, YN, someone needs you... somewhere... C'mon let's go now."

⊱ Kisses ═ How does their kisses feel like? How often do they initiate them?

Akito loves giving you kisses on cheeks, forehead and end it with kiss on lips when you're cuddling, although he will only do that when you're in private. He doesn't mind telling and maybe even showing other people you're together but something like kissing just seems like it should be saved for private.

The only kisses Akito would give you in public are quick smooches on your cheek as "hello" or "goodbye", he mostly does it because he doesn't want to get teased but also because he knows he will blush like crazy after anything more passionate.

"Why I won't kiss you in public like I do in private? Because it's enough for me that Ena teases me when you're gone. I don't need An to also have this fun."

⊱ Lazy ═ How do they spend lazy days with their lover?

Lazy dates with Akito actually are very often for you two. It's actually classic date for you to just be cuddled into each other while maybe watching some movie or just enjoying the moment, sure outside dates also happen but they're less common.

Whenever you visit Shinonomes house, everyone know that two lovers will have their lazy date... again. But everyone loves your company there! But Akito can be a little protective even towards his family. When he has lazy date with you, it's JUST you two and if someone ekhem Ena will interrupt your alone time, he will probably yell at them or just genuinely be mean

But on lazy dates Akito is the sweetest boy! You didn't even knew he had this side of him before you started dating him, and once Ena walked up on him being all sweet towards you and secretly recorded it. But it's your secret! For now... But going back: Akito will always want to have you close and rest his chin on top of your head, no matter the height since you two will lay in bed, sometimes he'll even play with your hair if he's tired!

"You have very soft hair, you knew that? I told you it previous week? So what? I'll say it the next too."

⊱ Nickname ═ How do they call you? Where did they took this idea from?

Akito was simply calling you "YN" since there was no need for him to call you anything else. But one day Ena asked him what nickname you call each other and when he said none she was stunned. So for the sake of having peace he decided to just say the first thing that popped into his mind and said he calls you "babe", and she laughed him off because it's basic...

But after that Akito actually really liked that nickname and started calling you like that for real. He didn't understood all this "nickname couple thing" but once he starts using nicknames with you, he's in love. He just likes to call you like that because it remind him that you're his partner and he's yours.

"Hey babe, how was your way here? No, no problems. Except Ena laughed from my nickname for you again... but I got used to it by now."

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[hyperfixationsporfavor]

I Left My Heart in San Fransisco

I Left My Heart in San Francisco (Higuruma x Reader)

My love waits there in San Francisco…

~

Hiromi Higuruma considered himself a professional, a man dedicated to his work. That dedication was most likely the cause of his nonexistent social life. Something Shimizu, his associate, felt comfortable enough pointing out to him. 

“When’s the last time you went out? Just to see a movie? Have a nice dinner?”

Hiromi just ignored her questioning and took a sip of his coffee.

After a barrage of incessant pestering from Shimizu the two of them took a small break at Takagi’s cafe, which was conveniently empty in the middle of the afternoon. 

Takagi was his former coworker from his first job out of law school. The fact that she had to work another job on the side proved that the pay in criminal law was abhorrent. 

The words of his law professors at Nagoya University rang true. 

Criminal law was for the bleeding hearts who didn’t let money drive them, but the passion for the legal profession.

That was all well and good but Hiromi still would have liked to own a home in his lifetime. 

Takagi approached the table with a couple of muffins, on the house for her fellow attorneys.

“Leave him alone Shimizu, this time next week he’ll be smooching his college sweetheart in the City by the Bay,” she mused as she sat down next to her.

“(Name) and I weren’t in a relationship, we were friends.”

“With benefits?”

“Shimizu, you’re embarrassing him,” Takagi scolded. 

“What? We’re all adults here. It’s not like we’re talking about holding hands on the playground.”

Hiromi just clenched his jaw. “No. And if we’re just going to waste time prying into my personal life I don't see why we can’t go back to the office and get some work done.”

He reached down to grab his briefcase before his associate stopped him.

“Wait,” Shimizu protested. “I’m sorry. I was just curious. I didn’t mean to step out of line.”

Hiromi relented and picked up his muffin. 

“It’s fine.”

“Either way,” Takagi chimed in. “It’ll be good for you to get away and relax.”

“It couldn’t come at a worse time. I have a million things to do at work,” he mumbled. “Maybe I should just cancel.”

“Absolutely not. It’s just a weekend. I can handle our caseload until you get back,” Shimizu assured him.

“But-”

“No buts, you're going and that’s final,” Takagi ordered. 

~

Hiromi had met you when he was a student at UC Berkeley. He had been fortunate enough to receive an opportunity to study abroad the last two and a half years of his undergraduate studies. 

You had bumped into each other at a mixer for pre law majors. 

He admired you. 

How you held yourself in class, never backing down from a challenge, always passionately engaged. Hiromi was a bit more reserved, yet the two of you connected like opposite poles.

You were good for him and he was good for you. 

You forced him to put the books away and take periodic breaks, frequenting the local 7-Eleven with enough regularity that you were on a first name basis with every employee. He was able to reign you in when you flew off the handle, passion being easily misinterpreted as hot headedness. 

On one occasion a spat with a chauvinistic legacy student, during a mock trial, led to you lunging over the bench to give him a black eye. Thankfully Hiromi was able to ensnare his arm around your waist before you got yourself expelled. 

“Guys like that just…oof…they make me so…fuck,” you vented over your usual Big Gulp.

He just nodded and snacked on his Snickers Bar. 

Hiromi liked you, maybe he liked you more than he let on but he squashed that possibility like a miniscule ant under his thumb.

He didn’t want to ruin his friendship with you by having some brief fling the two of you could grow to regret. 

The logistics were a nightmare anyway, there was an entire ocean separating the both of you. He’d eventually have to go back to home and the two of you would further your studies, start practicing law, and continue the never ending cycle of human life. 

~

You had invited Hiromi to San Francisco for a weekend. You were tired of being relegated to emails and wanted to have a proper reunion. 

‘I’d like to see you in person. It’s been too long, Hiromi.’ 

~

“Sir?”

A voice woke Hiromi up from his catatonic sleep. He looked up to find a flight attendant standing above him. 

“We’ll be arriving soon,” she informed him.

He nodded. “Thank you.”

Had he really slept the whole flight?

What did he expect after pulling so many all nighters? And how did he still feel so tired?

~

Hiromi rolled his suitcase out of the airport at around 6 pm. He followed the directions you gave him to the parking garage and spotted you in the loading zone. You stepped out of a polished BMW, dressed up in a well tailored pants suit. He was slightly taken aback, you looked so…sophisticated. You hurriedly sprinted over to him and practically tackled him to the ground in a bone shattering hug. 

“I can’t believe you’re really here,” you exclaimed. 

He indulged himself by hugging you back. You were still the same (Name) in some ways. 

You pulled away and took his hands in yours. 

“How are you Hiromi?” you asked.

“Jetlagged,” he mused. “You look good.”

You smiled. “So do you.”

“Liar,” he playfully retorted. 

~

“So where to?” you asked as you sped through the city. 

Hiromi gazed out the window at the scenery whizzing past him.

Memories from the occasional day trips the two of you would take here flooding back to him.

He loved the old homes, the hole in the wall restaurants, the water, the breeze that snuck through your clothes, the seagulls and pigeons that pestered you for bread. 

“I’d honestly like to relax a little if that’s okay,” he said despite the guilt he held.

He was always working so the idea of not working was a concept he was unfamiliar with. But he wanted to try and ease himself into doing nothing and allow himself to rest.

“So nothing touristy,” you confirmed.

“Definitely not.”

You smirked. “Fight it all you want but before this weekend is over I’m going to get a picture of you in front of the Golden Gate Bridge wearing an ‘I heart SF’ shirt.”

That got a laugh out of him. He felt embarrassed to laugh out loud sometimes but just for the next few days he’d indulge himself.

~

You lived in a small yellow house sandwiched between a Mexican bakery and an ugly gentrified apartment building. 

The inside of your home had old creaky wooden floors and mauve walls that complemented the antique furniture. You had decorated with nick knacks and trinkets you had collected through your travels. It was so homely compared to Hiromi’s apartment that still had furniture unassembled in boxes.

“Obviously the floors are a bit annoying and it gets a little cold in the winter, but it’s home.”

Hiromi peered around. “I think it’s wonderful.”

“Are you hungry?” you asked.

A little,” he admitted. “I slept through the in flight meal.”

“Should we order in or are you up for going out?”

He thought it over. “I’d prefer to order in but if you want to go out I could manage it.”

“We’ll stay in,” you decided. 

“Okay.”

You went to the kitchen to retrieve the take out menus you had stored away in a drawer.

“Burmese or Italian?” you asked.

~

Over a feast of both Burmese and Italian food you and Hiromi caught up.

“So how did you find this place? Didn’t your parents live by the pier?” he asked. 

You nodded. “Yeah but a few years ago their building was bought by this development firm so they had no choice but to relocate to Sacramento.”

“I’m sorry (Name).”

“It’s sad but it’s just a reality of what’s been happening here.”

“The apartment next door?”

You scoffed. “Isn’t it hideous? If you're going to force people out of their homes to build housing for rich people can you at least make it pretty?”

Hiromi nodded in agreement.

“Anyway, to answer your question one of my mother’s friends wanted to move to Oakland to be closer to her son’s family, so they worked out a deal for the rent and I was able to move in. Thank god because I’d never be able to find a place nowadays.”

“And this place is close to the nonprofit you volunteer at?” he asked.

“It’s just down the road, mostly pro bono work for low income families. I’d like to do more but my day job keeps me pretty busy.”

Hiromi finished the last of his beer. “But you like the work?”

You smiled. “I love it.”

He pondered that sentiment trying to apply it to himself.

~

The next day the two of you got up early to make the most of your brief time together. Hiromi secretly wished he could have stayed longer, even if he knew a weekend away from work was already pushing it. 

After filling up on coffee, the two of you walked across the street to an old record store tucked away behind a former Blockbuster. 

“It’s sad they went out of business,” you sighed. “Many times we rented that same copy of Dumb and Dumber from there.”

“I hated that movie then and I hate it now,” Hiromi mumbled.

You smirked and leaned against a box of old cassettes. “Well we can’t all be as intellectual as Hiromi Higuruma. What was your favorite movie again? The Graduate?”

He smiled despite himself. “Please, I was in my early twenties. That movie is tailor made for people that age.”

Hiromi stopped combing through a stack of old records and ironically pulled out Sounds of Silence.

You gasped. “That’s a sign. You need to buy that.”

“To play on my imaginary record player.”

Despite the record having no practical function in his apartment he bought it with little resistance.

~

After the record store you drove to a cafe to pick up sandwiches and clam chowder. Once you had secured your food you went to the beach to have a picnic. You laid out the old quilt you brought from home and settled down for a feast.

“This is so good,” Hiromi groaned. “I forgot how amazing the food is here.”

“Surely you have your favorite local spots back home?”

He sighed. “I don’t really go out much. I pretty much live off the convenience store on my street.”

“Well I know you told me you like to take on harder cases, but why not give yourself a break?”

“I am,” he argued. “I am, I’m taking a break right now.”

You rolled your eyes. “Hiromi, a weekend with jetlag doesn’t count. You need a real vacation.”

“I don’t know what it is about me. I just get so…obsessed.”

You set your sandwich down. “Okay look. How about we make a deal?” 

“What?” he suspiciously asked. 

“You can take on one more, excruciating, difficult, sleep depriving case, and then you have to start to cut back.”

“What do I get in return?” he asked between bites.

“A lap dance from me.”

He nearly choked on his sandwich as you broke out into a fit of laughter. 

“(Name) are you trying to kill me?” he managed to get out.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

Once you had calmed down you presented him with your real offer.

“We’ll go on a real vacation.”

“Where,” he asked. 

“What’s the one place in the world you’ve always wanted to go?”

He thought for a moment. One place he always wanted to go. 

“Iceland.”

“Interesting,” you mused. “Why Iceland?”

“I’d like to see the Northern Lights.”

You nodded. “Then that’s where we’ll go.”

“(Name) I can’t just drop everything and-.”

“Don’t get in an argument with me Hiromi, you know who’s going to win.”

He relented and tossed the remaining crust of his sandwich to a nearby seagull. 

“Deal.”

~

To celebrate his final day in town you promised Hiromi a home cooked meal. 

“We’ll go to the market later, but since it’s still early let’s go to the bakery next door and get some pan dulce.”

While you paid for your order Hiromi looked through a small box of wooden bracelets by the register. 

“What are these?” he asked. 

“Saint bracelets,” you answered. “It’s a Catholic thing.”

You plucked one out of the box and handed it to the cashier. 

“No, I don’t need one,” he argued. 

“It’s a souvenir. It’ll go with your new record.”

~

“Is it supposed to be so…crunchy?”

You wrinkled your nose at the final product.

You had planned to have risotto but your combined culinary skills led you to create a big pile of crap.

“I’m sorry,” he sighed. I added way too much salt to it.”

You tried to smother your laughter. 

“It was an honest mistake, at least we still have the wine.”

You got an idea. 

“I have crackers, let's just get some meat and cheese and make a charcuterie board.”

~

The two of you lounged on the couch. Hiromi’s cab would arrive soon to take him to the airport. By this time tomorrow he’d be back in his small apartment staring at a record he couldn’t listen to and a bracelet from a religion he didn’t practice. 

“Do you want a family Hiromi?” you asked.

He thought for a moment. “I don’t think so. I don’t have the time. What about you?”

“I’d like to get married someday, but I don’t want kids. Does that make me a bad person?”

“Of course not.”

“Can you tell my parents that?”

He chuckled. 

“I don’t know,” he mumbled. “Sometimes I feel like I’m missing something but then that feeling goes away.” 

“We’re getting older, do you think we’re just settling?” you asked.

“No. I think we’re just doing what we want. The thing that gets us out of bed every morning.”

He sighed.

“(Name)?”

You looked at him. “Yes?”

“I really want to go to Iceland with you.”

You smiled. “It’s a deal.”

~

The cabdriver stuffed Hiromi’s suitcase into the trunk of the car and slammed it shut. He stood in front of your house giving it one last look before he left. 

“Hiromi?” you asked. 

He looked at you, taking note of how you anxiously crossed your arms in front of your chest. 

“Yes?”

You bit your lip and looked up to meet his eyes. 

“Why…didn’t you ever ask me out back then?”

His breath hitched. 

“I…” 

“Why not even for a night?”

He swallowed his fear and dared to speak the truth.

“I didn’t want to say goodbye.”

You took a step forward, closing the gap between you. 

“Well then don’t say goodbye, say I’ll see you next time.”

He reached up and shakily cupped your face in his hands. 

You kissed, your lips meshed perfectly with one another, two lost souls reunited in a single moment. 

Hiromi pulled away and wrapped you in his arms. 

“I’ll see you next time.”

You surrendered him from your grip and he got in the cab, giving you a final wave. 

The cab sped off into the night, he watched you until you got smaller and smaller, and just like that you were gone. 

~

(Several months later)

Reykyavík was a beautiful city, but not as beautiful as you. 

Hiromi held your naked body tightly against his, unwilling to let you go. You cradled his face trying to etch every little detail into your memory, every line and crevice. 

Neither of you wanted to forget a moment of this. You intended to make the most out of your two week stay in Iceland, even if it meant you never left your hotel room. 

You sighed in relief as Hiromi’s calloused hand caressed your hip. 

“So what should we do today?” you murmured. 

He pressed his lips against yours for the umpteenth time that morning. 

“This,” he mumbled. “Just this.” 

~

My love waits there in San Francisco…

The End. 

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Yuma Dark [01]

ー The scene starts in the inner courtyard at Eden

Yui: Hmー ...What a lovely breeze. 

...Wait, huh? There’s something black over there...

ー Yui steps closer

Yui: A crow...?

*Rustle rustle* 

Yui: ( Oh no...! It’s injured...!! )

I have to quickly tend to its wouーー

ー Yuma runs up to her

Yuma: ーー Oi! Whatcha doin’!?

Yui: Eh...? Yuma-kun!?

Yuma: Stay away! What if it’s one of those fuckers friends!? 

Yui: ...But it looks like a normal bird...

Yuma: How can ya be so sure!? Come on, step back!

Yui: ( I’m sure Yuma-kun is saying that out of concern but... )

Selection

→ You’re overreacting! (S)

Yui: Geez, Yuma-kun, you’re overreacting!

Yuma: Aah!?

Then would ya be able to do anythin’ if this stupid bird turns out to be one of that guy’s alleys!? 

Yui: W-Well...

Yuma: Che. Don’t get all cute with me when ya can’t do jack-shit by yerself!!

Yui: ...!

You don’t have to put it like that...

Yuma: ...

→ I feel bad for the bird... (M)

Yui: B-But...This little guy might die if we leave him like this...

It’d be nice if you’d at least let me treat his wounds...

Yuma: Again, I’m tryin’ to say that ya shouldn’t bother with that shit!

Yui: ...! You don’t need to put it so harshly...

Yuma: Then what are ya gonna do if this crow turns out to be one of that suspicious Kino’s underlings?

Will ya be able to do anythin’? Aah!?

Yui: Well...

Yuma: ...Che. Then don’t talk back.

Yui: ...

*Rustle* 

Yuma: Haah...Seems like ya lack any bit of self-awareness.

Yui: Eh...?

Yuma: Guess I have no other choice but to teach ya the basics again.

Yui: Y-Yuma-kun...?

Yuma: ーー !!

ー He strangles her

Yui: Uu...!

Yuma: If I inflict pain directly onto ya like this, it should help ya remember, right?

Who ya belong to, as well as who ya should obey...that is.

Yui: ...Ugh...Ah...!

Yuma: Hehe! I feel like it’s been forever since I’ve heard ya groan in pain like that.

 ー Yuma tightens his grip

Yui: ( I can’t breathe...My voice...won’t come out...! )

...op...Yuma-ku...

Yuma: Why do ya look like you’re ‘bout to cry? Ya bright this upon yerself, didn’t ya?

Yui: N-No...way...

( I just...The crowd looked injured...so all I wanted to do was take care of it. )

Uu...Ah...

( Ah...I’m...blacking out... )

*Rustle* 

Yuma: ...Woah there. My bad, I went too far.

ー He lets her go

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: ...Coff, coff! Haah...Haah...

( I thought I was a goner... )

*Rustle* 

Yui: Yuma-ku...

Yuma: Ya still seem to be havin’ a hard time. Come on, look at me.

*Rustle rustle* 

ー He kisses her passionately

Yuma: Nn...Nnh...

Yui: ...!!

Yuma: If I blow air into ya like this...You’ll no longer struggle to breathe, right? 

Ya should be grateful to have a Master who doesn’t forget ‘bout the after-care, ya know?

*Rustle rustle* 

Yui: ( I-If anything...It makes it harder to breathe, it’s suffocating...! )

( But maybe...this isn’t a bad kind of suffering... )

Yuma: Hehe. Why do ya look so happy? Ya really love this sorta thing, don’t ya?

Yui: Eh...!?

Yuma: But don’t forget that this all part of yer training, ‘kay? Nn...

*Smooch*

Yui: ( His kisses are much more gentle than before... )

( Despite everything, he’s such a kind guy. )

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー 

[lost-inthedream]

It’s a little late but new years kiss with sf9 head cannon??

Very late answer!! This is super hasty though.

Happy new year again!!!

Pairing: sf9 and gn reader Warnings: none

Youngbin:

Maybe there are more beverages than necessary. Everybody wishes the best with hugs and toasts before Youngbin hurriedly suggests you go to the corridor, away from your friends. "What's it, Binnie?" you ask only to be interrupted by a kiss, he is overflowing with joy.

Inseong:

You had no spare tire, you were still halfway and it was quarter to midnight. You decide to settle on the backseat and "cuddle until next year" in his own words. His first new year kiss is on your temple, followed by uncountable ones.

Jaeyoon:

You and he are somewhere you should not. None of you felt like moving and taking your way to where everybody else was. Where are you hiding?On the rooftop of your house? His parents' attic, maybe? You are not really hiding, just catching some privacy. You heard someone yelling happy new year from outside and seal it with a smiley kiss.

Dawon:

You all played games with your family members until almost midnight when everyone started to get eager. That was an euphoric anticipation, Dawon made silly jokes that got everyone so invested. Once everyone exchanged tight hugs, your boyfriend asked whether he is in your new year's resolutions. You answered with a clumsy kiss.

Zuho:

Juho snored low having your lap as his pillow despite the conversation around. His parents were in his apartment and they enjoyed talking to you. You wondered whether you should wake him up but the fireworks made the job. You clicked a smooch on his cheek once he got up.

Rowoon:

He invited you to stand by the large glass window and look at the sky. You held his hand and sipped on your champagne. Despite the night sky looking stunning on that new year's eve and him being the one asking you to gaze at it, he got lost in your distracted demeanor. He leaned closer and kissed your neck before wishing you a wonderful year.

Yoo Taeyang:

He took you to see the fireworks, a beautiful view for his beautiful babe. From the place you settled, they could be admired to the fullest. Taeyang hugged you from behind in silence until the last sparkle in the night sky. Then he motioned you to turn around and kissed you passionately.

Hwiyoung:

Youngkyun was visibly emotional that night. You just couldn't tell why exactly so you stayed the whole night very close to him, playing with his fingers from time to time and checking on him. At some point, you whispered in his ear "Are you sad? Or upset" He immediately shook his head at you. He purely had no idea how to deal with the happiness of ending that extraordinary year. "We had such a wonderful year together" he pouts, making you respond with a sweet kiss.

Chani:

A friend near you and Chani, popped a bottle of champagne at the burst of midnight and consequently showered you all with the liquid. Chani almost cursed but you were laughing so genuinely that his anger faded away. He cupped your face and shut you up.

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