#...I honestly don't think there's a lick of chocolate in it...

[hallowmoon-art]

Top row- Sen?, Kuras's extra chocolate, and Ais

Middle row - Kuras, MC, and Vere

Bottom row - Leander, Elyon???? (i would expect his to have a lot of blue tho... hmm), and Mhin

After arguing about what you'd like, Ais and Vere finally handed over your chocolates—but refused to reveal what was inside 😰

Happy Valentines Day! ♥ - Red Spring Studio

[the-atlas-sister]

RANDOM TOKYO REV HEADCANNONS BECAUSE IM BORED

Mikey does not fucking play around when you're play fighting. Maybe it's because of his ego or the title of being "unbeatable" but he does not mess around. You have had times when it's turned into a physical fight before you yield and give up. And it you're trying to play fight with him to just get him to pin you down or start something dirtier- it will not work. He just is so cocky and worked up that he will be absolutely oblivious to what you're trying to do.

Mikey also goes on more dates with Draken then he does with you. Draken says their not dates with a scoff but Mikey insists that they are. He says him and Draken are a package deal.

Chifuyu likes to lick you. Not in a sexual way either. You two will just be sitting together, cuddling and reading and he'll just stare at you before licking your cheek. He'll grin when you squeal and try and wipe it off with a disgusted look.

Husband!Draken cooks shirtless. King is unbothered. You often wake up to him cooking breakfast in just a pair of sweatpants.

Naoto shows his affection by giving you his favorite books. He's spent so much time focused on his police work and schooling that he doesn't exactly know how to show affection. One day when at a bookshop for a case, he noticed a copy one of his favorite books. He remembered that you had mentioned that you like hearing about his interests and hope to one day be able to gush with him about them. So he bought you the book and when he came back home gave it to you with a shy blush.

(I love Naoto- hehe)

Kakucho will often just stare at you. Before you started dating you thought it was because he fucking hated you. You often still think it's kinda creepy but now he'll mumble something like... "pretty," as he does and all creepiness melts into love.

Kokonoi bites you. Again, not in a sexual way- he'll just- nom. When it first happened it really freaked you out. He was staring at you and just leaning forward- gently biting down on your nose- not a nip- a whole ass chomp.

Mitsuya has a nasty habit of using the same language he does around his sisters with you. If you work with little kids you know what I mean. Once you were asking him to pass you some hot chocolate and he said, "What do we say?" with the most serious expression. Once you blinked at him and mumble a small, "please," he realized what he had said. He quickly turned red and profusely apologized.

Shinichiro gets genuinely offended when you call him anything but handsome or hot. Once you told him he was adorable and he was so offended. He was frosting some cookies you two had baked and he was just so concentrated, his tongue poking out from his lips. He was just so cute! "You're adorable," you told him with a smile. He told you to never say such a thing with the most serious face you had seen.

Izana likes to kiss your neck. You don't know if it's the sense of control it gives him or just the way it makes you blush, but he likes to randomly grab you by the back of the neck and place his thumb under your jaw before kissing the front of your throat.

Rindo's love language is annoyance. Like he doesn't verbally tell you he loves you but he'll absolutely stick his finger in your ear while cuddling. And just like Kokonoi and Chifuyu, he'll bite and lick you to show affection. You're honestly on edge every time the both of you are cuddling.

Seishu hates being tickled. Like fucking despises it. As in will not hesitate to physically attack you if you try and tickle him. How you first found this out was while you were trying to get a one up on him as you were play fighting. As he was sat on top of you, you tried to tickle his sides. He ended up elbowing you in the face, resulting in a black eye and pretty major silent treatment.

[bunny-jpeg]

hi!, could i please get churros, nanaimo bars and honey cruller with a side of milkshake and dark hot chocolate with oscar piastri?

bakery menu

hey that was quite the hiatus! happy to be back. i spent the holidays trying to figure out how to make a comeback with the bakery prompts. they'll still be scattered in with my other fics, but i hope you enjoy 'em! a little break is never a bad thing and i hope that you've been enjoying my other fan fics! i wanted to start with smaller orders to get back into the groove, but i'll work up to the lovely bigger orders ya'll have sent! thank you anon and i hope you enjoy <3

churros: "if you don't shut that little mouth of yours, i will stuff it full. okay?" + nanaimo bars: "who's my pretty girl? c'mon say it." + honey cruller: "i forget how small you are sometimes." + milkshake: size kink + dark hot chocolate: sub!reader served by oscar piastri (formula one)!!

tags: smut/pwp, established relationship, stress relief, oral sex (oscar receives), car sex, dirty talk

sometimes racing felt like hitting his head against the wall. another week, another messy weekend. he was so close, but advised to let lando over take him. oscar honestly hated it sometimes.

they were friends, but lando always seemed to get the spotlight more. he was currently barrelling towards the wdc, and oscar felt like he was being left behind. a seat filler without much to give.

the anger brewed into something else inside of the normally gentle oscar. when you were talking to him on the drive back to the hotel. he made a remark that sent a hot feeling through you, "if you don't shut that little mouth of yours, i will stuff it full. okay?"

his eyes went wide and before he could say anything, you replied, "promise?"

oscar parked the car quickly, pulled into a quiet car park. he was thankful for his tinted windows as he put the car in park and turned it off. he said, "i'm sorry, i don't know-"

he never spoke to you like that. but you weren't scared of him, instead he knew that you were fairly flustered at his words. he reached to touch your cheek and instead you leaned in to kiss his inner wrist.

"don't worry about it, oscar. you're stressed out. i was near the pit wall when i heard them make the call... you feel bad." you said lovingly. you placed a hand on his thigh, close to his cock and added, "you should lose more if it makes you dirty talk like that."

oscar was able to relax and then leaned in across the gear shift to kiss you on the lips. he was able to cup most of your jaw with his larger hand. he asked, "do you like the dirty talk?"

you nodded as he held your cheeks in his hand. your lips forced to pout as he held you a little tighter. he chuckled lowly and thought it was beyond adorable.

he kissed your lips and said, "i forget how small you are sometimes." he knew that you liked your size difference, while it wasn't the largest gap anyone has seen. his slightly taller frame and bigger hands made you feel safe in his grasp.

"oscar." you said softly.

he chuckled and kissed your lips tenderly. he held you face, letting you feel close to him. he soon pulled away and said, "honey, why don't you help me relieve a little stress... we're all alone here. look at you, so pretty. who's my pretty girl? c'mon say it." there was a slight tease to his tone that made your cheeks heat up.

"fuck." you exhaled deeply. it was erotic, you had to admit it. you moved your hands to his jeans and started to work his belt. you licked your lips and made eye contact with briefly before you got the belt undone. you asked softly, "

"no one else i'd rather make headlines with." he said lovingly before he kissed your cheek, "i think we're okay. i'll keep an eye out. you just focus on getting me off."

you got his cock out of his pants then leaned in to kiss the tip. you rubbed your thighs together even with the awkward angle that came with giving oral sex in a car. you kissed the tip softly before you wrapped your lips around it and sank down as deep as you could allow yourself.

you didn't want to choke on his cock. you were spurred on by his soft noises. even when he was angry, he still was painfully sweet. you moved your head up and down, you kept your pace steady and you tried to play with the head as you slid up and down.

"do you want dirty talk, baby?" he asked softly.

you nodded as you looked up at him. he patted your soft hair and held onto the back of your neck loosely. the feeling of his large hand on the back of your neck made your core soaked and goosebumps run down your legs. you shivered and he applied a little more pressure on his hold of you while you orally pleasured him.

"oh i bet you love that." he said, "the best stress relief i could have. they always say exercise or a massage, something. but, my best way to relief stress is to have you between my legs. have you choking on my cock. letting me do it in a car park, what a dirty girl. what would everyone think? they barely think we have sex!" he chuckled lightly. he licked his lips at the sight of you taking him, "but we get up to a lot, right? back home, you and i. i remember those weekends, how good you looked on top of me."

you moaned a little bit and he chuckled softly. you moved your head faster and oscar exhaled deeply from the feeling of your tongue on his cock. you anchored yourself on his thighs as your drool dripped down to his balls, wetting his briefs.

he held onto your hair for better hold of you. your curls in his hair hand as he moved your hips a little to push his cock just a little further into your mouth. he felt the shudder of want through him as the pleasure continued to mount in him.

your eyes fluttered shut as you focused more of your attention on his cock. your lips were slick with the gloss your wore, but it was coming off due to the saliva that was painting them now.

"baby." oscar cooed as he played with your hair.

the pleasure continued to grow in him. it mounted in his core as you pleasured him. you looked beautiful rested up against him. even if the position wasn't the most comfortable. but, he knew that once you got back to where you were staying for the weekend, that he'd take proper care of you. any pleasure you gave him, he would return five times over.

while he still felt the stress in his body, it was nothing that couldn't be fixed with your thighs wrapped around his head. he moaned a little bit and bit back a louder one that followed, "you take me so good. remember when we started having sex, you've only gotten better with each time we fuck. i'm so lucky to have you." he swallowed as he rested further against the leather car seat.

you let out a sweet moan as his cock nudged against your throat. you continued to move your head and even with the slight ache in your jaw, you continued. you wanted to get him off. soon after you took your mouth off of him and jerked his cock with the same energy. you panted heavily as you said, "you're my champion, oscar. even if no one else on the team sees it. i do." you looked at him and leaned up to kiss him on the lips.

he moaned into the kiss and hissed through his teeth when your mouth went back on his cock and you continued to pleasure him. the momentum of lust only picked up further in his body. he swore under his breath as he felt on the edge of orgasm.

you played with the tip against your tongue and he pushed you down further quickly as he came down your throat. you let out a squeaky moan, your mouth full of his cock as he finished. you pulled your head away and swallowed the salty taste in your mouth.

oscar's hand was on your face as he asked softly, "are you okay?" even with all the dirty talk, oscar was still the sweet, kind boyfriend you fell in love with. when you nodded he kissed you on the lips. "good." he said afterwards.

he put his cock back into his pants and patted you on the thigh before he started the car to leave the lot. his hand found your thigh and kept it there like it belonged there. he said simply when he pulled back to the main road, "when we get back. i hope you're ready for more dirty talk. because there's so much more i want to do." <3

[mxnhoo]

taste (y. jw)

✎ yang jungwon x reader synopsis you and Jungwon were drinking together, until you impulsively recommended to play spicy drinking games. he eventually agreed with your idea, and from there on you could discover something that he's been hiding from you and you decide to make it come true. genre drinking together, reader has supposedly bad drinking tolerance but actually lasted the entire way, drinking game, jungwon respects boundaries (as he should) but reader likes to push it, jungwon is shy when getting onto the spicy topics unlike reader who's bold, Hershey's chocolate syrup, teasing, not proofread warnings spicy drinking game/spicy question(s), VERY ALMOST smut (read at your own caution), very suggestive, food related (smudging on areas on the body to clean up), vivid description of licking, hickies word count 1.4k cly's note honestly writing suggestive/almost smut fics are lowkey out of my comfort zone but i wanted to give yall another one after seeing how much support dangerous got. if i wasn't so awkward with this topic, jungwon would've been more bold and confident LOL. don't think i wrote this as well as dangerous but hope yall enjoy this too!

As you finished taking a shot, you immediately gulped down the liquid in an attempt to reduce the effects that the alcohol has on you. You sighed as you felt the burning sensation in your throat, your face tensing up as you slowly felt the sensation disappear. Jungwon chuckled as he held up the alcohol bottle and poured you another shot. As the sensation in your throat fully died off, you quickly cleared your throat, "I'm done".

He gave you an approving hum and smile as he patted your back, knowing that you weren't such a good drinker unlike him. You sat back on your chair, letting your head hang over the edge as you stared into the ceiling. The room was dimly lit up by a warm light, the walls and ceiling looking more of a dark orange.

You could almost tell that feeling in your stomach was coming — y'know, that feeling when you drink a lot of alcohol. Your head was starting to feel light and as your heart starts to race, you suddenly feel like you want to do a lot of things.

"Hey!" you called out, and Jungwon's eyebrows raised, anticipating to what you were going to say next. "Drinking game, let's play," you suggested.

And that was exactly how you got even more wasted. You were panting as you felt your head spin, almost feeling like you were going to pass out. Jungwon laughed as he watched you in your drunken state, folding his arms and relaxing back on his chair, "Are you sure you can continue? I can bring you to bed now if you want".

"No!" you slammed your shot glass down onto the table, determined to prove that you could drink more, even if your boyfriend already knew damn well that you were already pass your limit. "I.. can do thiss," you mumbled, your speech already starting to slur from the alcohol.

"Y'know what?!" you exclaimed, standing up from your chair and slightly startling Jungwon and you looked at him with determined eyes, "Spicy. Let's play spicy".

Jungwon's eyes were slightly widened as he realised what you were asking for. You wanted to play spicy drinking games, and his mind has run wild, the number of things he wants to do being unlimited. His face slightly burns up at the idea and he shook his head.

"I'd love to, but-" "Wonnie!" "You're drunk, Y/N."

You pouted. "So what?!" He ran his fingers throug his hair, feeling slightly agitated. "I don't want to take advantage of that!"

You looked at him with half-lidded eyes, "I don't care. Do it".

He bit his lip, and if you were sober enough, you can physically see him lose control from the way his brows furrow and how he exhaled audibly. He was losing it. He wanted to respect boundaries, and you were tempting him.

He spoke, his voice deep. "Who was your best kiss? Me or yor ex?". You chuckled, your eyelids barely opened as you pointed at him without hesitation. "You, duh". You've slightly sobered up already since all you've been doing is answering his questions honestly, avoiding any shots.

He nodded his head in approval, trying his best to compose yourself until you continued talking. "I fucking love the way your lips ruin me whenever—".

Jungwon, with his reddened ears, covered your mouth which silenced you. You giggled as his mouth prevented you from talking, and you could hear him sigh. Though he agreed to play your spicy "Truth or Drink" game, he still wanted to respect the boundaries, but you were forcing him to push it, his self-control slowly slipping away.

He sighed as he slowly released your mouth, watching you as he slowly leaned back. "It's your turn," he furrowed his eyebrows upwards, feeling slightly shy as to what you might ask him. You've always found him adorable that he was always shy at these topics even when you and him have already done a lot.

You decided to shoot a question, "Do you have any fantasies I don't know about?".

He seemed to ponder for a second, his eyes looking empty and him pursing his lips, and just as soon as he picked up his shot glass and was about to gulp it down, you grabbed his wrist to prevent it from moving.

Your eyes were dark and determined. "What is it?" your tone sounding open, yet demanding. The tension in the air suddenly grew, the silence becoming more unbearable as you two stared into each other's eyes. He grew more nervous, gulping and pursing his lips as you could see him decide if he should tell you or not.

"It's okay, baby," you comforted him, encouraging him to be more open.

"Food" he quicky muttered. "What?" "I said food."

You looked at his face and you could tell his face was completely red, and you knew it wasn't from the alcohol. He bit his lip and furrowed his eyebrows, feeling sheepish that he finally admitted something he'd been hiding.

"What about it?" "The thought of you smearing food on your naked body for me to clean up with my mouth is just.."

His whole face was a bright shade of red and he broke eye contact, afraid to see what kind of facial expression you're making to his confession. You lifted his chin up with your finger, "Let's do it".

There were two differences that were made. One being that you were now shifted into your room from the living room since Jungwon offered to carry you with his trustworthy strength and arms, and second being that you were completely bare. You hugged your legs as the cold air hit your body, waiting for Jungwon to return until you heard the door slowly creak open.

Jungwon appeared, holding the Hershey's syrup bottle you stored in your refrigerator, and at the the bare sight of you, his breath hitched. He gulped as he walked towards you, being conscious of the way you were w him wtching with pedatory gaze.

He gulped as he climbed onto the bed, his knees pressing onto the sheets, staring at you, having a flustered expression take over his facial features. No, this wasn't his first rodeo with you, but it was his first with his most hidden fantasy.

He slowly handed you over the syrup bottle, your fingers brushing his for a moment and without a moment of hesitation, you immediately started to squeeze out the syrup onto different parts of your body — your knees, outer thighs, stomach, collarbone, neck.

His eyes widened as he took in the sight of you being fully covered in syrup. His heart skipped a beat as he took a few seconds to scan your entire body up and down. He licked his lips and he slowly started to climb over you, eyeing the first spot that he wanted to clean up first — your knees.

His tip of his tongue flicked against your knee, the temperature difference between his tongue and your skin making you shiver. His muscle immediately started to clean you up, using various movements such as long strikes or short kitten licks. He quickly cleaned up the syrup on your knee and he started to progress to the other areas such as your outer thigh.

He sucked the skin along the way, leaving light hickies that were bright red. He slowly pushed you down on the bed as he hovered over you, a shadow forming over you, next cleaning up your stomach. You watched how his eyes fluttered close and how he took his own time to clean you up.

"Teasing me aren't you?" he mumbled as he was in the midst of cleaning up your stomach, taking a quick second to look at you. You smirked, knowing exactly what he'd meant. You'd purposefully avoided all the core parts as you wanted to leave it last.

"Be patient, will you?" you shot, enjoying how he whines and just continues.

He'd just finished cleaning up your collarbone and neck, and without taking a break, you immediately started to pour the syrup out to areas where he'd been anticipating to the most. His jaw had dropped at the breath-taking sight of you, almost believing that he was dreaming.

"How about, we start here?" you challenged as you poured the syrup on your lips, his eyes watching the syrup as it lands on your mouth and drips down your chin.

extra note GRHAUDEWFN I FEEL SO SHY THAT I WROTE THIS. OH MY GOD. okay. i hope you guys enjoyed this. I HOPE THIS WASNT TOO CRINGE THIS IS LOWK MY FIRST SMUT FIC. im gunna sleep this away GOODNIGHT.

[sluttyminghao]

alicia helpppp ive been stupendously hrny… and all i could think of is svt eating food off you 😫 i need to hear your thoughts.. what food do members prefer? chocolate? whipped cream? … body shots?? and what body prt would make them go crazy 😵‍💫 ok that is all i shall crawl into my shell again..

seungcheol: i think the food he would love to eat off you is whipped cream! he'd love the sweetness of it paired with dragging his tongue across your body. the body part that would make him go crazy is the thighs

jeonghan: the food he would love eating off of your body would be small pieces of fruit like strawberries! he'd just enjoy it way too much tbh, and would love to eat them off your chest, because yk why

joshua: kinda weird but I think he'd enjoy licking honey off your body. yes it's sticky, but is it really a good night if you don't come away from it sticky? he'd really enjoy your inner thighs when it comes to licking honey off

junhui: I feel like he'd enjoy seeing ice cream drip down your body. again, probably a lil sticky but it wouldn't be a problem with Sir Lick a Lot hanging around. he would enjoy eating this off your abdomen, I think

soonyoung: a little more common, I think he'd enjoy sushi. there's lots of variety in sushi, so it would be exciting for him to sensually nibble these off your body. i think he wouldn't have a preference for body parts to be honest

wonwoo: the sugary hit of a marshmallow drives something primal in wonwoo when he eats it off your body. the sugar gives him all the energy he needs to fuck you later. he'd enjoy popping these off your neck, considering he can leave hickies there too

jihoon: the most common, I think he'd enjoy chocolate syrup, the sweetness combined with your own sweet flavour drives him insane and he'd go the most crazy when he gets to lick this off your chest/tits

seokmin: I feel like he'd try to be sophisticated by using prosciutto. the slightly salty tang would mix with your own and drive him crazy! honestly he'd be happy with any body part, they all make him cum uncontrollably

mingyu: dude would be into temperature play and be simple and use ice cubes. loves seeing how your body reacts to the temperature and would drag it all over your body, but focuses a lot on your pubic bone

minghao: he'd go all out and suggest using oysters. i mean if that's what he wants right? the salty flavour would offset your body and with oysters being considered somewhat of an aphrodisiac, he wouldn't be able to keep his hands off you.

seungkwan: similar to above, I think seungkwan would enjoy something simple like caramel sauce. it would have to be a thick sauce though, likes to make a point of dragging his tongue through it while he teases your thighs with it.

vernon: a bit odd, but I can see him trying this with different types of soft cheeses, teasing you heavily as he does so, slow and sensual. he'd love doing this on your arms and working his way to your chest

chan: I feel like he'd enjoy using gummy candies, dragging the sticky treat over your body and then licking his way over it afterwards to create tension. he'd love doing this all over your body, but particularly on your chest.

[pocketjoong]

Fashionable Fate

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (SYNOPSIS): You go to a launch event for a fashion line and end up seeing your boyfriend there.

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (PAIRING): Model!Hongjoong x fem!reader

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (GENRE AND AU/TROPE): fluff. smut. fashion au. established relationship. nsfw.

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (WARNINGS): joong and reader are whipped for each other. some angst. smut. hj giving reader a handjob! Not beta-read. Not even proofread tbh.

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (WORD COUNT): 3k-ish

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (A/N): I wrote this a LONG time ago and it's been sitting in my drafts for more than a year now... I don't honestly know where I was going with this one so... the ending might seem rushed, idk? Anyways, pls rb if you like it!

You’re glad you decided to attend the after-party for a launch event of a well-known designer. Perched on a stool at the bar, tucked away in the shadows, you find yourself captivated by him. He moves through the crowd with the same ease he wormed into your heart, greeting everyone like old friends, immersing himself in each conversation. It's as if he's the sun, radiating warmth and kindness, creating a safe haven for those around him.

You watch in awe as he lights up the room, becoming the centre of attention without even trying. There's something magnetic about him, drawing people in like moths to a flame. An involuntary smile graces your lips when he laughs at something said by the waiter who brings him a flute of champagne. And when he raises his hand to grab the stem of the glass, you suck in a breath when you notice the ring he’s wearing—a jade band encircled by a golden dragon that weaves in and out of sight. It warms your heart how he never takes it off, even when he walks for other brands.

Your eyes follow his hand as he brings the flute to the fullness of his lips and licks them before nodding at whatever the model he’s talking to is saying. Glasses perched on the bridge of his nose to complete his fit, he looks regal, like a prince who lost his way and ended up at the wrong party despite being dressed in a satin shirt that is tucked neatly into his pants.

As if aware of your gaze on him, he turns his head, eyes locking with yours effortlessly. His eyes widen a bit as if noticing you for the first time during the course of the night. It probably is, for you had just arrived a few minutes ago and made a beeline for the bar; you needed a drink in your system before you could even think of mingling with the guests in the pretentious world of high fashion—a world you are a part of as well.

He excuses himself, not caring that he just cut off someone in the middle of the sentence and saunters over to you, only stopping mid-stride to put his glass of half-finished champagne on a table. When he reaches you, he smiles. The warmth of his gaze is the sun itself, igniting your soul in a way only he can. The closer he gets to you, the more his walls seem to lower—something that has always been reserved for you and only you. You wonder if he can feel it, the pounding of your heart and the way warmth blossoms in your chest every time you find yourself being the centre of his attention. Maybe he does, after all, if the way his smile gets wider is anything to go by.

“Starlight,” he greets you, bending slightly to slot his lips against yours in a soft kiss. He tastes like chocolate and champagne, and you find yourself chasing his lips when you break away from each other. Hongjoong smiles giddily, pressing his soft lips against yours once more and releasing a pleased hum when you suck lightly at his bottom lip. His knuckles come to graze your cheek when you lean away, a feather-light touch that leaves trails of fire in its wake, “I didn’t know you’d be here.”

“I didn’t know I’d be here, either,” you smile up at him, gazing into his caramel eyes hidden behind the slightly tinted lenses of the glasses he’s wearing. You notice that the crystals stuck beneath his right eye for the runway are still there, “Ella convinced me to go; something about being someplace that’s not my office or our apartment and getting a break from breaking my back at the workstation.”

Hongjoong chuckles, the sound reminds you of the smoothness of silk underneath your touch. Your fingers reach upwards to adjust his collar, a couple of buttons at his chest are undone, and the shirt is a bit too skewed to the left much to your distaste. When you tug at his shirt, it causes another round of fond chuckles to leave his lips, “It’s not your job, not here, not tonight.”

You shrug, moving the collar a bit so that the pendant he’s wearing can be seen properly, “Old habits die hard, mon chéri. I’ll not have you looking less than perfect even in the after-party of another brand. After all, just because you do shows for other brands doesn’t change the fact that you’re the face of La Vie en Rose.”

“Well, there’s no other place I’d rather be, as the face of your brand, your muse, or your lover. I don’t care as long as long as I get to be beside you,” Hongjoong whispers, brushing his nose against yours, his smile bright enough to rival the sun. At that moment, as you drown in his affection while he smiles boyishly, you are reminded that despite your achievements, despite the two of you being a force to reckon with in the fashion industry, you’re just two people in love.

“I’d not have it any other way, Joong,” you smile and then glance down at his hand, which has found a purchase against your waist. “I’m surprised Miyeon let you wear the ring.”

He snorts, finally settling down on the empty bar stool on your right. Hongjoong picks up the whiskey glass you had been nursing before he walked up to you and takes a long sip, humming in appreciation when the smooth taste hits his tongue, “Well, it was either she let me wear it or not get me to agree to the show. The lack of response to her ready-to-wear Fall collection after I refused to model for her show a few months back changed her mind.”

“You're evil,” you shake your head despite the warmth that blossoms in your heart. You know he knows how much it means to you, him not taking off the ring you painstakingly worked on—a gift for your second anniversary as a couple. You still remember the way his eyes teared up when he opened the jewellery box, at a loss for words as he studied the intricate detailing of the ring. But when he noticed the engraving on the inside, the lyrics to what you had dubbed your song, a sob broke free, and he kissed you like there was no tomorrow, thanking you over and over again with each press of his lips.

Hongjoong shrugs, allowing you to pluck the glass from his hand. You look at him from above the rim of the glass as you take a sip, biting back a smirk at the way his gaze lingers at your lips and moves downwards towards your neck as you swallow. When he looks back up to meet your eyes, you can't help but notice how they've darkened considerably.

You wake up to the gentle pitter-patter of raindrops on the windows. A cursory glance at the digital clock tells you it is past 6 a.m., too early for you to be awake. You can tell it has been raining for a while from the way the windows have fogged up. It’s chilly outside, you’re sure of it, but it’s toasty and warm in the room, mostly thanks to the way you’re snugly wrapped in a thick comforter, your limbs tangled with Hongjoong’s. He’s always warm, your personal little heater wherever you go.

You can’t help but smile at how the morning mirrors the day you met Hongjoong all those years ago; both of you were merely teenagers hoping to make your mark in a cruel world, stumbling through the days in search of your own path.

You walk along the Han River, trying to clear your head after the disaster that was today. You close your eyes to feel the breeze flitting across your face. You slept through your alarm, missed the train and the bus, and spilt coffee all over your white blouse. By the time you finally made it to the office, things went from bad to worse. Most of your designs were rejected, and then your computer crashed while you were writing a report for the head designer. Seven pages of work were gone in an instant.

Just when you thought the day couldn’t get any worse, the head designer dumped a huge new project on you that ate up the rest of your evening. You ended up staying late, and then the head designer had the audacity to take credit for your work during the emergency meeting with the organisers.

Despite being exhausted and frustrated, you take a detour and walk along the Han River for the sake of your own sanity. Little did you know that decision would come to bite you in your backside. Within minutes, the sky opens up and unleashes a torrent of freezing rain upon you, soaking you from head to toe. With a resigned sigh, you turn back towards the nearest bus stop, hoping to get home before the cold seeps into your bones.

But the universe has other plans. Halfway there, the wind picks up, howling through the trees and sending shivers down your spine. You wrap your arms tightly around yourself, trying desperately to generate some warmth. It's no use—you’re shaking like a leaf, teeth chattering together. Suddenly, the rain abruptly stops. You blink in disbelief, looking up to see that mere feet away, raindrops are still falling steadily. Confused, you look up, and your breath catches in my throat.

There, holding an umbrella above his head, is the most gorgeous boy you've ever laid eyes on—and that’s saying something because you work with models all day. Your gaze locks with his, and he gives you a sweet smile.

“I’m sorry for startling you,” his voice is smooth, you note. It reminds you of the warmth and richness of hot chocolate, and it is as sweet as one, too. “I just—you were walking in the rain, and since we seem to be going in the same direction, I’d feel like a horrible person if I didn’t at least do something, especially because you are shivering.”

You tilt your head, blinking up at him in confusion, wondering if people can be this kind. It has been a while since someone was nice to you without wanting something from you. You can’t help but tear up a bit, his kindness making your heart clench after the horrid day you’ve had.

“Thank you,” you say, but your voice breaks, making the boy gasp. His eyes widen, and he stutters out an apology, causing you to clear your throat. “I’m sorry, just—I had a horrible day, and your consideration sort of… made me tear up.”

“Oh? I don’t mean to overstep or anything, but you must work with terrible people if something as trivial as me sharing my umbrella made you so emotional.”

You chuckle and shake your head, “Something like that. Though working in the fashion industry makes you kinda mean… especially with all the deadlines.”

“Oh, wow,” you can tell your answer is something he wasn’t expecting. “You work in the fashion industry too?”

“Too?” You frown, staring at him inquisitively.

“I’m a model, I’m still doing smaller shows right now, but I hope that I can walk for big brands one day,” he stares directly at you now that you’re at the bus stop. He can see you better now that you don’t need to worry about walking or getting drenched in the rain. You notice then that his caramel eyes are enchanting; there is a fire in them that you seem to have lost working under the head designer.

Sensing his curiosity, you decide to give him an answer, “I work for Aria…”

The male gasps, eyes shining like the stars in the night sky at the brand name that leaves your lips, “I bet you are very talented to work at Aria. Have you ever thought of starting your own label?”

You smile wistfully, “I have. I still have to learn a lot before I do that, though.”

“Well, I hope you get to do that,” his smile is dazzling, but his lips form a pout as he mulls over his next words. “Um… Would it be weird if I asked you to let me model for your label if you decide to establish your own fashion line?”

It is at that moment that the bus arrives, and you realise it is the one you’re supposed to take. You gasp, gathering everything and boarding the bus. Dropping your things on an empty seat and looking out of the window, you shout, “You’ve got a deal! I swear if you refuse to walk for my label after I establish it, I will haunt you in your dreams.”

The last thing you see is the boy laughing at your words and waving at you.

The sound of thunder overhead brings you out of your memories, and you smile at the male curled up right next to you. In the dim light of the rainy morning, he looks ethereal. His dark hair is messy from the way you had run your fingers through it last night after returning from the after-party. Unconsciously but gently, your fingers begin threading through his hair, eliciting a sigh from Hongjoong. He shifts, moving closer to press his lips against your collarbone before nuzzling his face into the curve of your neck.

“Good morning, mon chéri,” you chuckle, feeling him smile against your skin. “What’s got you all smiley this morning, mmhm?”

“We have the whole day to ourselves,” Hongjoong giggles, his hand brushing against the sliver of the skin of your back that is exposed by your camisole riding up. “I was thinking we could go visit Yeosang’s art exhibition.”

“Isn’t the opening around 6 p.m., though?” You wonder out loud, distinctly remembering the time on the invitations sent by Hongjoong’s long-time friend.

Hongjoong hums, “Yeo asked me to drop by earlier, said he would give us a tour of the place before the event if we want.”

“And you want to, don’t you?” You ask rhetorically, already knowing the answer.

“Please?”

“How can I ever say no to you?” You roll your eyes, shaking your head.

“Oh?” Hongjoong raises an eyebrow, his thumb tracing the curve of your cheekbone. He leans in closer, his breath warm against your skin as he whispers, “You can’t say no to me, huh? Even if I do this?”

Hongjoong's lips meet yours in a soft, tender kiss. His hand slides from your cheek to the back of your neck, fingers tangling in your hair as he deepens the kiss. You melt into him, your body pressing against his as you lose yourself in the sensation of his lips on yours.

“Especially when you do that,” you breathe after you pull back slightly, forehead resting against his as you catch your breath.

Hongjoong's hands slide down your sides, fingertips grazing over the curves of your waist and hips before settling on your thighs. He pushes the covers down, exposing your bare skin to the cool morning air. You shiver slightly, goosebumps rising on your flesh.

"Cold?" Hongjoong murmurs, his voice husky with desire.

"A little," you admit, smiling coyly up at him.

Hongjoong moves closer, his lips trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your jawline and down your neck. His hands continue their exploration of your body, sliding up your thighs and underneath your nightshirt. Fingertips brush against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, making you gasp and arch into his touch.

"Hongjoong..." you moan softly, your hands fisting in the sheets beneath you.

He responds by nipping lightly at your earlobe, tongue flicking out to soothe the sting. One hand slips higher, fingers teasing the edge of your panties. You can feel the heat of his palm against your core, and you press yourself against his hand, desperate for more contact.

Hongjoong chuckles lowly, the vibrations sending sparks of pleasure through your body. "Patience, love," he whispers. “I’ll make you feel good, I promise.”

His hand slips inside your panties, fingers parting your slick folds with practised ease. He circles your clit slowly, teasingly, drawing out a breathy moan from your lips. His other hand slides up your camisole, cupping your breast and kneading the soft flesh. Thumb and forefinger pinch and roll your nipple, sending jolts of electricity straight to your core.

“Fuck,” You gasp, fisting the sheets beneath you. “Just… ngh… like that.”

Hongjoong increases the pressure on your clit, rubbing faster and harder, matching the rhythm of your hips as they thrust against his hand. Two fingers slip inside you, curling and stroking your inner walls, hitting that sweet spot that makes you see stars.

Your head falls back against the pillows, mouth open in a silent cry of ecstasy. Hongjoong takes advantage of the position, latching onto your exposed throat and sucking hard enough to leave a mark. Each action of his heightens your pleasure, and you're quickly spiralling towards the edge.

“M’close,” you warn him, one of your hands tangling in his silky locks.

"That's it, baby," Hongjoong encourages, fingers pumping faster while his tongue laves against your throat. "Come for me. Let go."

And with a final twist of his wrist, you do. Your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, muscles contracting and releasing around his fingers. Hongjoong doesn't stop his ministrations even as you ride out the waves of your climax. He continues to stroke and circle your clit, coaxing out every last bit of pleasure until you're trembling and oversensitive. Only then does he withdraw his hand, bringing his glistening fingers to his mouth for a taste.

"Delicious," he murmurs appreciatively, eyes dark with desire. “What do you say we indulge ourselves a little before we head out and go see Yeo?”

You smirk, pulling him closer, relishing the feeling of his body against yours. “I love the sound of that,” you purr, your voice dripping with anticipation as your lips meet his in another kiss.

[novashelby]

Like Fine Wine-Tom Hardy x Reader

Pairing: Tom Hardy Warning: Perhaps language? Innuendos? Honestly, I didn't mean it, but this is a total crack fic. He's also not very sober and he's forgotten he's veg. I don't know if I should apologize or not for this garbage. It was suppose to be sexy. Word Count: 1k Summary: After being stood up, Tom Hardy saves the day.

Please feed your writers with comments. We like snacks.

She wasn’t one to fuss over much. Life sort of just happened and that was that. What was the point of bitching? However, after spending hours doing her makeup and hair, ironing her favorite dress, and squeezing on her favorite heels, she couldn’t help, but feel a bit miffed. Sorry. Something came up. Rain check? When she heard the ding, she was excited to flip over her phone, but with each word, she felt her chest cave in. Dating was getting tiresome. Week after week of flops. He’d already been about forty-five minutes late, and her? On her second glass of red wine that began to stain her lips. “Prick,” she whispered, throwing her phone in her bag and sitting up straight. He wasn’t even man enough to call for the reservation earlier that day.

Someone once told her, if he wants to, he will. And he clearly fucking didn’t want to, that was bloody fucking sure. Opening the menu, she sighed as her eyes glanced over the options. It was a bitch of a place to get in, and she sure as hell wasn’t going to misuse her pulled strings. But as she contemplated between a filet mignon or braised pork…or maybe the mushroom risotto? The back of her head jumped through hoops debating whether or not bitch him out. And when her fingers gripped the menu so tight, she no longer could feel the tips, she slammed the menu down and grabbed her phone. Her face scrunched as she furiously texted: I don’t know if your mother has ever told you or not, but maybe you shouldn’t be 45 minutes late just to fucking cancel! Have a nice life and maybe stay single.

Oh, and one more thing, fuck you. 

With that, she blocked the fucker and turned off her phone, slamming it back in her bag. She wasn’t just going to get the most expensive steak, but that side of cheesy mashed potatoes and shrimp, too. The waiter came over, empathetic, and offered a glass of house wine for free. She mumbled a thank you, “could I put in an appetizer as well?” He hummed and flipped open his pad. “Crab cakes-oh! And the salmon bites. That’s all.” And when he started to walk away, she called him, “and you know what, I’m probably going to get dessert, too. Extra chocolate lava cake, two scoops of ice cream, and some extra syrup on the side.”

She handed him the menu, and sunk down in her seat, sipping the wine, staring off into the distance. Of course she was wondering what was wrong with her, but nothing was wrong with her. Men these days just aren’t…men. All I want is one to look at me and think, yes, I want her. 

As she wallowed in self pity, eying each dish as it came out, there was someone eying her. Just at the bar, he sat slightly turned, sipping his drink. He loved an independent woman. A lady not afraid to be in her own company and enjoy good food. Especially that much fucking food…fuck. He wasn’t judging, of course. Impressed, more like it. And to be honest, quite hungry as well. Her main course came out and she dug in, not caring if the grease coated her lips or if little pieces of meat stuck to her face. 

A beautiful woman doing what any beautiful woman should do, enjoy good food and good wine. The way she licked her thumb and closed her eyes everytime a new piece went into her mouth. He slid off the stool and fixed his black sports jacket before shooting down his drink, and taking long strides her way. When he approached, she was too busy sucking the meat off the bone to notice he pulled the chair opposite of her out. It screeched against the marble floor. If he was any less sober, he would have fallen into the table.  

Her eyes fluttered up, and she paused, the bone dropping to the plate. Both their drunken eyes met. What a dumbass, she thought, scrunching her face as he gave her a toothy grin and wiggled his eyes a bit. “Can I help you?” She wiped her mouth, and tossed the cloth on the table.

He leaned in, pointing his finger at her, and in a long slur said, “you look like you need a woman like a man like to share-that wasn’t it.” He blinked, swallowed and shook his head. “A man like you needs a cake like me to share that woman.” That’s when he reached over and swiped her cheek with his thumb and licked it. The man was so drunk, he forgot he was bloody fucking vegan. 

She sat up, looking around for her waiter, wondering if anyone else saw this strange man. But when she looked back at him, through her drunken haze, she realized she knew him from somewhere. Not quite sure where, but somewhere. Tilting her head, she asked, “do we know each other?”

His toothy grin widened as he took her spoon and shoved it into her lava cake, digging out a big ol’ slice. The chocolate dripped down, making little spots across the table. He shoved it in his, making a mess. His crisp white shirt was stained, and the chocolate coated over and between his teeth. Reaching back over, he stabbed the cake once more before motioning her to move in. “C’mere,” he said. “C’mon!” A bit too puzzled to question, she slid her chair over and he grabbed her face, puckering, squeezing her cheeks to open her mouth. Once her mouth opened just enough to fit the spoon, he shoved it in. Choking slightly, she dabbed her mouth with the napkin. 

Conflicted, she grabbed her phone and searched, swearing she knew him. But she was having a hard time believing it. When typing the name, his picture showed up and she compared. Looking at the phone, looking at him eating her cake. Slowly, her eyes mooned, but before she could say anything, the waiter said, “Mr. Hardy, we called you a taxi. They’re out front.” He slowly got up, wobbling a bit. Reaching over, he tapped her cheek.

“Thank you for this beautiful night,” he said before sighing. “Why should it end here?”

She looked at the waiter and at him, and hummed. “Pay for dinner?”

He took out his wallet, fumbling with his card all while saying. “Take the cake…and the bottle of wine.” She didn’t argue, shoving the wine in her purse and holding the cake to her desk, hurrying after him.

[yoiisa]

NO BC BACHIRA WOULD BE SO CUTE WITH A CHUBBY READER!!!!!!

Like there's a panel of him offering his caramel latte or drink to Isagi and just...

He would offer from his food to his S/O and enjoy their face lit up as the flavours reach their taste buds.

The complete look of adoration he would give them!!!!!

I KNOW I KNOW!! ٩(^ᗜ^ )و ´-

➜ i honestly think that bachira meguru would be one of the best bfs in all of blue lock. he'd be super loyal and funny and caring ➜ and one of the ways he'd take care of you would be through feeding you ➜ he loves all of you after all and the more you eat the more there is to love, so catch this man constantly telling you to try his food as well ➜ even if you don't even ask for it, he's shoving his ice cream or parfaits or fries in your face, insisting that you have a bite

"Is it good?" he asks. "Isagi mentioned this place to me while we were still in Blue Lock, but I've never been here before." You smile as you like your ice cream. "Mhm! Their coffee flavor is really good. It's not too bitter or anything!" Bachira looks over at you, and he freezes for a second, taking in the way your cheeks pudge and turn pink when you smile. You're an actual angel. There's no way someone this pretty is real and dating him, no way. And yet, he's holding your hand and he just bought you that ice cream. He wants to go back and buy you the whole store. He looks down at his own cone, his chocolate ice cream slightly dented from the licks he's already taken. He turns slightly and holds the sweet treat out to you. "Here, have some." "What?" you laugh and shake your head. "No, Meguru, I can't do that. You've barely eaten anything at all. Besides I have this, I'm good." "I want you to try mine," he pouts. "I wanna know if you like it." If you like me every part of me, he thinks, even my ice cream order. You sigh and take a small lick. The fudgy flavor explodes in your mouth and you moan in delight. "This one's good too! Oh my god, where did Isagi find this place?" Bachira smiles and kisses your cheek. "I don't know, but I'm glad he did." He loves seeing you smile.

➜ he also loves seeing you get all dolled up ➜ bachira will sit like a patient puppy as you do your makeup and get dressed and when you're done, he will give you no less than a million compliments ➜ you know that one clip from fruits basket where tohru just orbits around Kyo after the time skip? yeah, that's him ➜ he's very careful to not touch your or kiss you in such a way that will ruin your look, but he's all for you kissing him! ➜ make sure you leave a cute little lip stain on his cheek before you go! ➜ also, wear something that shows off your bod a little. he loves seeing the way cotton/satin/silk/velvet/whatever else clothes are made out of hug your curves

Bachira leaves the top button on his shirt open, allowing his collar and neck some breathing room. He hates wearing shirts with necks that are too tight, he feels like it's choking him a lot of the time. When he's done he grabs a tux jacket and shrugs it onto himself, before making his way to the bathroom to check on you. "Baby~" he coos, "you almost rea-" His voice dies in his throat as he catches sight of you. Your makeup is all done, sweet red lips, sparkly eyeshadow, long lashes, blush that compliments your complexion perfectly- Wait, is his heart still beating? No, it's definitely not, especially when his eyes drag down the rest of your body. Golden satin hugs your body, accentuating your hips and breasts and curves and just so . . . WOMAN. He almost falls to his knees right then and there. You have about a third of your hair left to straighten when he comes in. You smile and say, "Hi. Almost done. How do I look so far." There are no words that are poetic enough in any language to express how drop dead gorgeous you are so Bachira just clears his throat and says, "Wow." You giggle and turn back to the mirror. "Gimme fifteen more minutes, Meguru." He nods and walks towards you, as if he's floating on thin air. He comes up behind you and hugs you, his hands rest gently on your hips. "Take all the time you need. I wanna make sure you're the prettiest girl at the party."

A/N: y'all ever just see a woman and think about how lucky you are that XX chromosomes paired up during meiosis (or however it works, bio isn't my strong suit at all).

[tynlvr]

chocolate stained kisses

haechan x gn!reader, friends to lovers

wc: 499

in which donghyuck thinks your chocolate chip cookies are sweet, but the taste of you is sweeter.

a/n: happy birthday haechan!!

you stretch from your position on the floor, looking across at donghyuck, who’s still engrossed in his work. the sun is shining brightly through your window and you think that this beautiful day is wasted, absolutely wasted, doing 4 hours of homework.

'hyuck,' you say sternly, causing him to look up.

'yes?' he inquires, tilting his head questioningly. you're struck once again by his absolutely stunning looks and that someone like him would want to spend time with you. his eyes, always happy, always scrunched into a smile, are twinkling prettily like they always do and his hair is flopping into his eyes and you have the strange urge to brush it back.

'helloooooo-'

'ah, yeah. wanna bake together?'

donghyuck blinks. 'you wanna bake with me? i will literally destroy your kitchen.'

you snicker. you don't doubt that but you could go for your favourite snack with someone who's rapidly becoming your favourite person. honestly, it scares you. you've only known donghyuck for a few months but he and his smile have snuck into your heart and made themselves a home there.

'yeah, but you won't, because i'll kill you.'

'can't kill me if i'm dead!'

'watch me,' you say, a serious expression on your face. you both burst into giggles as you move to hyuck's side, slapping his arm playfully and burying your face in his shoulder.

'okay okay okay, let's bake.'

——————

donghyuck is covered in flour. so are you. and you're both doubled over in laughter, free to cackle now that the cookies are in the oven. he looks adorable, snowy white dusting his flushed cheeks and curly hair, and his pillowy lips stained with melted chocolate. he's close. too close. flustered, you look away at the counter. it's a mess, the faux marble surface covered in bowls and utensils and more spilled flour. turning to hyuck, you begin to pick up some of the bowls and scrape the leftover dough into one of them.

'hyuck, we should probably clean this up.'

you finish scraping the dough and start licking the spoon, picking up some of the whisks and the other wooden spoon as you do, only to notice hyuck hasn't moved at all. he's staring at you, his gaze intense, and focused on your mouth, which is still busy removing leftover dough from the spoon.

'say that again,' he whispers, still eyes still burning.

'what?' you ask, just as quietly.

'my name. hyuck,' he responds. 'i love the way you say my name.'

'hyuck, what-'

he's moved closer, removing the equipment from your hands, and his arms creep around your waist. he leans in, almost like he's asking a question.

you're not sure who starts it, but you're kissing. he tastes like the chocolate chips, more of which found their way into his mouth than into the cookies. and when you pull away, needing air, he smiles that beautiful smile of his.

'the way you say my name isn't the only thing i love about you.'

i hope you loved this short drabble! i've been having severe haechan fever recently and this unfortunately is the only cure.

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[lowytavis]

chocolate covered gamlyn - ridoc gamlyn x reader *smut & fluff*

warning: s*m*u*t and fluff :)

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I was incredibly nervous about inviting (Y/N) over. I mean, it was Basgiath—and Valentine’s Day. What could I even plan for a place like this? "Chocolate-covered strawberries!" Violet suggested enthusiastically, while Rhiannon just chuckled and called it cheesy but adorable. So, I got everything I needed, with Violet and Rhiannon helping me—because, honestly, this would have been a disaster otherwise. They weren’t perfect, but I was satisfied. I even cleaned my room for her—tidied the bed, changed the covers, the whole deal. I carefully arranged the strawberries on the nightstand when I heard a knock at the door.

With a flick of my magic, I swung it open—and there she was, my beautiful little cherub.

“(Y/N), my love, come in,” I said with a smile. She greeted me with a bright, all-teeth grin—and… a flower? Damn, I hadn’t even thought about flowers.

“Ridoc, I got you your favorite flower. I know, it’s cheesy, but I picked this one myself. It was the prettiest one there—for the prettiest boy I know,” she said with a grin, a light flush dusting her cheeks. God, I hate to admit it, but even a strong, handsome guy needs a compliment every now and then.

“Thank you, love,” I murmured with a smile, wrapping my arms around her waist and spinning her around before pressing a soft, tender kiss to her lips.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, love.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, handsome.”

I guided us over to my makeshift sofa—aka my bed, now piled with extra pillows I may or may not have stolen from Sawyer (sorry, dude!).

She grinned when she spotted the strawberries.

“Where did you buy these?” she asked, eyes wide with curiosity.

“Actually, (Y/N), these are handmade,” I said proudly, puffing my chest out just a little.

We sat down, and I gently guided a strawberry to her lips. She took a tiny bite, her eyes lighting up.

“These are delicious!” she yelped happily.

Smirking, she picked up a strawberry and brought it to my mouth. Trusting her completely, I closed my eyes and opened my mouth—only to feel the not-yet-dry chocolate smear all over my face.

Laughter erupted from her as I blinked in surprise.

“Oh, you’re in trouble now,” I grinned, already plotting my revenge.

But before I could even think about revenge, she took it a step further—devilishly so.

Leaning in, she slowly licked across my cheek, the warmth of her tongue sending a shiver down my spine. And to make matters worse—or better, depending on how you looked at it—she let out a soft, teasing moan.

For fuck’s sake. Instantly, a rush of heat shot through me. Yeah, I was absolutely, undeniably turned on.

“I like myself a chocolate-covered Gamlyn,” she whisper-moaned into my ear, her breath warm against my skin. I could feel her grin—mischievous, knowing—but more than that, I could feel the way my body reacted instantly.

I was rock hard.

“Love, you make me crazy,” I moaned, pulling her flush against me.

“That’s the plan, baby boy,” she teased, pressing a quick kiss to my lips—just enough for me to taste the lingering chocolate on hers.

Then she looked up at me, eyes dark with desire. “I want you, Ridoc. Tonight, tomorrow…now''. Before I could think, my body instinctively responded.

I lifted her, carrying her over to the desk.

As I tried to remove her shirt, I struggled with the belt. "Need some help?" she asked, her voice breathless. I smiled, reassuring her, "I’ve got it, don't worry. Just focus on how good my dick will make you feel.

A moan escaped her swollen lips and she tilted her head back.

God this woman will be the death of me. She tilted her head back even further before bringing it up again, locking her gaze with mine.

Her pupils were dilated, dark eyes filled with a spark of desire.

A soft moan escaped her lips. “I love you,” she whispered, her breath warm against my skin.

My heart fluttered—this was the first time either of us had said those three words. “I love you too,” I replied, my chest so full I thought it might explode.

She buried her face into the crook of my neck.

“I need you, Ridoc. Now,” she moaned. And what could I say? This woman was mine now, so I did what any man in love would do— I gave myself to her completely.

And fucked her senseless.

Just moments ago, I was lost in her, every inch of me connected with her. Now, she was holding on tight, and I could feel her pulse racing. The way she moved, the way she reacted—it was like nothing else mattered in that moment.

I could feel her tremble more and more as my tongue went to work on her clit, sucking, licking, moaning into her.

Her taste is my favorite in the world.

Fuck. If I could, I would eat her out 24/7.

Since she was rocking back and forth on my face I had the time of my life.

I think I've never been happier - ever.

''I-I'm close'', she stuttered. ''Come for me (yn), make me proud''.

And then she came undone on my face.

Delicious.

She looked down at me, all flustered, exhausted, and content.

“Did that make you happy, my love?” I asked, pulling her closer to me as I gently moved her off my face.

“Yes,” she whispered, her voice soft but sincere. “I love you, Ridoc.”

“I love you too, YN,” I smiled, my heart full. I had never felt happier.

Before long, I felt her steady breathing against me, the faintest sound of snoring escaping her lips.

How I loved her.

I snuggled closer, the warmth of her presence comforting me, and drifted off to sleep almost instantly.

This, right here, was what home felt like.

[olenvasynyt]

21. collapse!

For this mirco-fic ask game!

21. Collapse— Elucien.

It's different from what I usually think of for a prompt like collapse but I was trying to challenge myself. Plus a log collasping in the fire was actually the first thing I thought of.

Elain sat with her skirts tucked around her, resting her head against Lucien's shoulder. The fire crackled merrily, and she watched, hypnotized, as the logs crackled and collapsed against each other. 

"I fear I'm going to burn the mountain pies if you don't get off me," Lucien chuckled, rubbing soft, gentle circles on her back. A rush of euphoria trickled down her spine, and she simply hummed. "We wouldn't want that," she murmured, 

With his free hand, Lucien reached for the iron handle that stuck out from the coals. He slipped his hand over her shoulder carefully and pulled apart the two irons to reveal and perfectly baked hand pie. The white bread had turned into a lovely golden brown, and the edges were nice and crunchy. He plucked the pie out of the iron despite the heat still emitting off the black metal. A drip of molten jam dripped from the pie, and Lucien handed it carefully over to Elain and licked his fingers of the sticky crumbs. "Let me know how you like it. It'll be nothing like your exceptional baking, of course, but I think I do fairly well with mountain pies."

Elain bit right to the center, and molten apple jam and cream oozed out. She chuckled as a drop fell on her skirt.

"Be careful, it's hot," Lucien said, more amused than cautious.

Elain covered her mouth as she chewed, enjoying the tart sweetness. "It's wonderful. It honestly reminds me of something Nesta tried to bake when we lived in the cottage."

"I assume that's a good thing?"

She took a second bite and chuckled. "It is, don't worry. It's very…homey."

"It's Jesminda's recipe. Her's were a lot better than mine, I think, but she had a habit of using her delicious pies to prank me."

Elain chuckled, even with the mournful tug at her heart at the mention of Jesminda. "How so?"

Lucien wrapped his arm around her again and pulled her closer. "Oh, she would say it was a chocolate and cherry mountain pie when she actually filled it with dirt and holy berries. I shat myself for a week straight."

"I pray to the Mother you didn't do such a thing to this pie."

"Hmmm. Well, my dear mate, you'll find out in the morning," he said serenely. Elain laughed and took another bite.

[toxictigertonic]

Okay. Here me out. I know I already asked for something and this i can't ask for anything ever again from you but please your magnificents I am but a poor little British boy asking for the crust of your bread:

WHAT IF THEY WERE HOSTING A BAKE SALE. WHAT IF.

Keep asking me things!! I love to yap!! My bread crusts are free, I shall even throw in some butter for them!!

A bake sale hosted by the prime assets for the reagents would be the most hectic, hilarious, and probably dangerous thing you've ever seen, and that's saying a lot. Where did they get the baking materials? Did anyone follow a recipe? Should you eat anything that Franco or Leland had a hand in creating? Who knows!

COYLE

- He cannot bake to save his life.

- It's both underbaked and overbaked at the same time. Outside's burnt to a cinder and the inside is still batter. Turn down the heat on your oven you fool.

- He'd either try to make something really simple, like oatmeal cookies, or he'd think he's a God at baking and try to make some shit like macarons or a soufflé.

- Kinda guy who thinks he can just fuck with the measurements and imgredients in a recipe and still have it come out the same. Also doubles his recipes and forgets to double the baking soda (I'm guilty of that ngl)

- The reagents would buy his baked goods just to use them as throwable items. Bricks are out, Coyle's homemade oatmeal rocks are in.

- Honestly I think he'd be good at making things taste good, he just can't bake them properly.

- As for being at the bake sale, he's immediately jealous of how good Phyllis' desserts look. They've got that homemade charm but still look amazing.

- Takes some comfort in seeing the mess Franco is serving up though.

- Would tell people that if they don't like the way his cookies are baked then they should make them themselves. I payed 2 tickets for these cookies I deserve to complain.

MOTHER GOOSEBERRY

- The QUEEN of the bake sale. Bow down to her.

- She spent an entire month planning and prepping for this bake sale, this has been the only thing on her mind for 4 goddamn weeks.

- Makes at least 5 or 6 different desserts, ranging from mini apple pies, to simple chocolate chip cookies, to actual perfectly made macarons. This woman is magic when it comes to baking.

- She even has cute little packaging for all of her baked goods. This woman went all out and you better appreciate her.

- Will offer you a sample if you don't know what something is, but if you say you don't like it you better be ready to answer to Futterman.

- Futterman is not allowed to advertise the baked goods. Mainly bc anyone who says they aren't interested is chased down. There's no more room underneath the table to hide unfortunate reagents.

- Besides, Phyllis is already amazing at advertising her own baked goods. Her personality makes people want to try her stuff immediately (and the table smells heavenly).

- By the end of the bake sale, her table is empty. Sold through everything and had people begging to order stuff from her. (There might be some angel dust in those cookies but don't tell her I told you that)

- Franco was not allowed to try any of her baked goods. Samples are only for paying customers, little man. He tried to snag one secretly many a time but he's almost gotten a drill to the hand as punishment.

- Coyle and Franco fight over who gets to lick the spoon when she's done mixing batter. Neither of them get it, Futterman gets the spoon.

FRANCO

- I want you to be honest now. Would you really eat anything he made? Would you trust his baking skills?

- Remember how I said he likes his cookies severely underbaked? That's what he's bringing to the bake sale. Just nearly raw cookie dough. And it's not even good cookie dough.

- I love him, you know I do, but he would not change spoons between taste testing the dough.

- Forgot about the bake sale until the day of and just threw something together so Phyllis wouldn't yell at him for not participating.

- The only way I'm trusting anything he makes is if Phyllis is supervising him. They can make thumbprint cookies together :)

- Honestly I'd probably just give him 50 dollars and let him buy things rather than allow him to sell things. Let him buy some cake pops.

- The reagents bully him for his shitty baking skills, and the poor guy had to hand Lupara off to Phyllis at the door. He's just gotta take it, or start a fist fight.

- He'd throw a mini tantrum anytime somebody bought from the other two. How DARE you not buy his cookies, he made them with love! And potentially teeth.

- Spends most of the bake sale trying to steal a single thing from Phyllis bc she won't let him have any samples. Hides under the table and keeps getting his hand slapped by her.

Keep sending in requests, art or headcanons I don't mind! It gives me something to do and I love any chance to draw or think of the sillies.

[tetsunabouquet]

Hey there! Idk if you still do knb but if you do and and are fine with it, can you please write some Murasakibara nsfw headcanons? Much thanks!

A/N: Of course I still do KNB… Anyways, here you go!

(18+)

-Don't be surprised at this man's oral addiction. He loves the taste of your pussy's love juices. -Sometimes, he's not even in the mood to actually have sex and he'll just eat ou out as you climax over and over again. -Which is why his favorite girl is one who squirts, because of how much more fluid he can feed on. He gulps it down like its his favorite soda. -Honestly, you don't need to worry this guy is too selfish in bed, Murasakibara's quite the opposite. -Often he praises you for how amazing you taste, and what a delicacy your pussy is. -He's low-key a bit submissive too. -Murasakibara likes a woman who's confident and strong willed. He likes it when you take charge and prefers you on top. -He does adore the view and watching your breasts jiggle as you ride him, even though he doesn't really cares for breasts all that much. It often tempts him into sucking away at your breasts because of how it reminds him of shaking pudding. -Once you get pregnant and start producing milk however, his interest in them skyrockets. He loves drinking your milk. -You have to smack him across the head when he starts pondering on wether he should use your breast milk instead of regular milk as an ingredient in pancakes. -He somewhat develops a minor breeding kink afterwards, just to keep the milk going. -Do not underestimate this man's gluttony. -Which is why he actually has a lot of food themed nicknames for you. Like Sugar, Candy or Cookie. -And also why, if he were to put on a playlist during sex, it would be one filled with songs using food metaphors like, Candy Shop by 50 Cent. -Birthday sex with Murasakibara can only mean one thing: Whip cream, lots and lots of it. -He also gets turnt on easily if you eat certain foods, like licking ice cream or hearing you moan when you eat your favorite for dinner. It's his kryptonite, I swear. -Murasakibara loves to snuggle and cuddle after sex. -He adores holding you as if you are his stuffed animal. -Murasakibara will bury his face in your hair, he loves the feel of it and the scent of you and your sweet shampoo. -It's not unusual for him to fall asleep still holding you like that. You honestly think it's kind of precious. -He drools a little in his sleep so he does get your hair wet too. -Even this man's dirty dreams consist out of you being covered in melted chocolate. There's no end to his hunger.

[bondsmagii]

Oh shit it’s you

I got a question. Or a few. Do you think it’s easier or harder to write an SCP now? Is it even worth it, with so many of them? And finally, as I asked clef, what’s your favourite flavor of rock.

it's me...

honestly, with regards to writing SCPs, I have no fucking clue. I have not been involved with the main wiki in christ... over a decade since I last actually looked at it. I don't write for the mainsite and I avoid it on principle, due to various practises I think are, to put it mildly, morally abhorrent. I have no idea how they're managing such a large number, nor how quickly it's growing -- I remember back when thousand events (getting to a new thousand in the lists) were a huge deal, happening only once every few years. now it seems to have done up thousands in just the few years I've been away from Tumblr. personally for me, even if I was still into mainsite, it would be too much for me. in my head it's like everything stopped around 2012 lmao.

as for rock... two ways this can go. if you mean the candy confectionary known as rock, often sold at seaside resorts and usually mint flavour, I go nuts for the little bags of fruit flavour ones and my favourite is usually the lemon or lime. if you're talking about actual rocks, as in the things coming out of the ground... answering straightfowardly, limestone. it's got that staying power when you lick it. answering as somebody with synesthesia, amethyst (popping candy, parma violets, chocolate and rock salt) and lapis lazuli (sour candy, fresh water, the feeling of something satisfyingly crunchy).

[mimisempai]

Irresistible 

Summary

When the tasting of a chocolate parfait leads to another tasting...

Notes

50 Types of Kisses - Writing Prompts

Kiss #29: Staring at each other’s lips for a moment before moving closer, as if drawn together by some unseen force

On Ao3

Rating G -  625 words

"It's absolutely delicious. Do you hear me, Crowley? Delicious!"

They sat side by side on the sofa, enjoying a dessert that Crowley had bought on his way home from the planetarium.

The demon replied in an amused tone, "Honestly, I don't think I've heard you say anything else since the first time I saw you eat."

"And that bothers you?"

Crowley shook his head and replied, "Not at all. On the contrary, since I'm the one tempting you half the time, I'm glad you enjoy it."

Aziraphale looked at Crowley's plate and asked innocently, "Are you going to finish your dessert?"

Crowley didn't reply and took his plate and placed it on A'ziraphale's empty plate, pleased to see the stars in the angel's eyes as he thanked him before replacing his napkin on his lap.

Crowley rested his chin on his hands and watched with amusement as the angel enjoyed his chocolate parfait. 

What he hadn't told the angel was that he'd only eaten half of his cake just for that. 

Just for the pleasure of seeing the angel enjoy what he was eating.

Just to see his expression of delight.

The way his eyes closed as if each bite was perfect.

The way he inhaled with anticipation between each bite.

The way his lips closed around the spoon and the little hum of pleasure each time the food made contact with his tongue.

The way his tongue flicked out lightly from time to time, not letting anything go to waste.

"Do I have something on my face?"

The angel's voice snapped him out of his thoughts, and the demon shook his head as Aziraphale, who had moistened his finger, scooped the last crumbs off his plate before bringing his finger to his mouth.

Instinctively, Crowley licked his lips, unable to take his eyes off the angel's mouth.

Lost in his contemplation, he didn't immediately see that Aziraphale had finished eating, and it was only at the sound of the plate the angel set down on the coffee table that he came out to see that his lover was looking at him, blushing slightly.

He saw the angel's eyes slide slightly to his mouth and couldn't help but lick his lips again in response.

They didn't know who leaned in first, or who placed their lips on the other's first, or who sighed first when their lips touched, but it didn't matter when their lips began to move against each other.

Aziraphale's hands tangled in the demon's hair as Crowley's cupped the angel's face, deepening the kiss.

The kiss lasted until they had no choice but to pull apart to catch their breath, and Aziraphale asked with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, "May I have some more cake?" 

"Demanding today, aren't we, Angel? Haven't you had enough?"

Aziraphale replied, licking his lips cheekily, "I can never get enough of this kind of dessert."

He barely had time to finish before Crowley had pressed his lips to his again for another kiss, showing the angel that he wasn't the only one who couldn't get enough of this kind of dessert.

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

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Ineffable Growing Love series post season 2 :

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[milkmemes]

CHEESE GOLD PART 1

Sentence starters of varying degrees. Platonic // Romantic // Suggestive. Change pronouns as you see fit.

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