#i wish to smooch his darling little forehead

[littleoceanbabe]

i am currently rotating dr john “jonk” hamish watson in my brain. he’s so. he’s just. he’s so skrungly. but in the most loving of ways. he’s so baby. he’s so babygirl. he’s so awkward. he’s so silly. he’s my dream man. i’m so so so in love w him.

[squiiv]

don't forget to kiss me!

..or else you'll have to miss me!

—    pavitr prabhakar x gn!reader

*reader knows that pav is spiderman

somewhat based off of ‘glue song’ by the one and only beabadoobee!

!!NOT PROOFREAD!!

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𒁷 sfw! 

𒁷 cw// a ton of smooching, clinginess, cheesy, pav is a little cutie patootie i love him :(

♥ waking up first thing in the morning to see your boyfriend peacefully sleeping, wrapped in your arms, clinging on to you as if he’ll lose you if he even dares to let go.

♥ you attempt to sit up, only to be brought closer (you're not even sure how it was possible to be even closer than you already were) to your boyfriend..he just can't let you go!

♥ after 20 long minutes, you've decided you should definitely get out of bed now, the two of you had already laid like this together for a long while..he won't mind, right?

♥ you were wrong. when you told your lovely, charming..boyfriend..that you needed to get up, this news only upset him.

“pav…. i really need to get up now.” you sighed, still holding on tightly to his figure. his eyes were still half closed, his long eyelashes batting against his face once he blinked to look up at your face, only to be met with a frown. once the words fully registered in his head, he pouts, “but..you promised you would stay in with me today..you wouldn't want to disappoint the spiderman, would you..?” 

you laugh softly at his words, you really didn't want to leave him, but some unexpected business came up. you began running your fingers through his hair, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “i know, i know. i don't want to leave you..but i'll be back so, so soon. you won't even notice i'm gone.” he pulls you in even closer, burying his head back into your chest. “can't you just do it later..? you're so warm..i could sleep here forever if it meant i would get to stay in your arms.” 

“...really?” you sigh, not denying the words he said did sound nice. you wish you could stay here forever with him, separated from the hectic lives you both lived. “i'm serious..! if i could stay here with you forever, i would be the happiest man alive..” you blush at his words, he always makes being forward seem so..easy. “i…i'm sorry, my love. i wish i could stay, i really do.” 

“..it's fine. i'll let you leave, if you promise me something..!” you're met with a disappointed look on pav’s face, and it only makes you feel even worse for leaving him like this. “oh, don't be sad..please. i promise, i'll do anything you wish, okay?” 

you start pressing soft kisses all over his face, starting with his forehead, down to his cheeks, and finally placing one on his lips. you continue peppering his face with soft, love-filled kisses, as you cup his cheeks with your hands. once you pull away, you finally see the blush covering his full face.

“my love, my darling..there isn't a single moment of us being apart from each other where i don't think about you and when i'll see you again..you brighten up my world, you lighten my every day.” he seems taken aback at your words, eyes widening ever so slightly. he then smiles, cupping your cheek in his hand while pressing a soft, gentle kiss to your lips as well.

“i love you so, so much my dear…i'm so glad i get to start and end every single day with you in my arms..i couldn't be happier.” he smiles, genuine love in his gaze as he makes eye contact with you. “now…promise me that tomorrow, we can stay here together all day in each other's arms..please?” he pleads, earning a soft grin from you.

“of course. nothing would make me happier than to spend my day wrapped up like this with you. i promise, when i get home later i’ll be back with presents in hand for you, alright?” you chuckle, pressing one last kiss to his forehead.

“i'll be waiting for you here…my love.”

this was my first fic btw, so i hope it's somewhat decent..😭 idk if i'll start posting on here or not! this was just a little test and i've been thinking about pav non stop lol ^_^ please remember he is a MINOR so i will not be posting anything nsfw. if i do end up posting on here my works will mostly be sfw!! i hope u enjoyed :)

P.S: ik in the description i said it was based off of glue song but it kinda isn't. i started writing this with the idea of that but i ended up forgetting about it.

[multifandoms27-blog]

Hugs! | Rengoku x gn!Reader

I've been dealing with a lot recently and I wanted comfort

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Content: Kyojuro Rengoku x gn!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of injuries, self doubt

Notes: Reader is shorter than Rengoku, also this is me projecting a fuck ton lol

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Sighing to yourself, you gently lowered your arms, your training sword in hand. On your last mission, the demon nearly killed you. You had been careless and cocky, and vowed to train more as a result. Earlier this morning, Shinobu had allowed you to return to Rengoku's home, deeming your injuries to be healed.

Kyojuro was currently out, he had been all day. You were glad he couldn't see you in this state. The last mission drained you of your, admittedly false, confidence. You seemed deflated, and you definitely felt that way too.

When you were recovering in the butterfly mansion, Kyojuro obviously visited you every day, but Shinobu had strict visiting hours set so you could rest quicker. It was easy to mask your emotional turmoil for the hours Kyo visited, you just hoped you could keep it masked until your emotional wounds healed too.

However, it might prove to be impossible. No matter how hard you trained today to get your mind off of the mission, your near death experience replayed over and over in your head. It was exhausting, and you just wanted to curl up and sink into the floor. Sghing again, you pinched the bridge of your nose, trying to find some motivation deep within you to train again.

Finding none, you sigh for the third time before deciding to put your wooden sword up for the day.

"Sunflower! You're back!" Rengoku yelled from behind you.

Goig stiff, you turned to look at him. He seemed so happy...you couldn't possbly dim his light. Forcing a smile on, you gave a tired wave. Kyojuro was carrying bags full of food, careful not to drop them as he quickly trotted towards you.

"I would hug you, but I am currently carrying our meals for the next month! I thought Shinobu would have told me you were coming home today." Kyo then leans closer. "Did you break out of the butterfly mansion, sweetheart?"

That did genuinely make you chuckle. "No, Kyo. I told Shinobu to keep it a surprise is all."

Kyo smiled wider, if that was possible. He then kissed you on the forehead. "Well, this is the best surprise I have ever gotten. Now, come! I'm sure you're hungry, I will start on dinner right away!"

Kyojuro trotted inside, and you let your face drop before following him. Placing your sword on the wall to rest, you let out the fourth sigh within the hour.

"What's with that sad sigh, my darling?"

Turning, you see Kyo once again in the doorway. Instead of happiness, his face was laced with sorrow and concern. It hurt your heart.

"Nothing, Kyo. I'm fine." You put on another smile.

Kyojuro let out a sigh of his own before approaching you. He wrapped his strong, warm arms around you, pressing his equally strong and warm body against you. Sitting in surprise for a moment, you glanced at him, only being able to see his hair in your face.

"Why are you so sad, sunflower? Did something happen today?" Kyojuro asked.

"No...no, I'm fine." You slowly slid your hands up his sides, over his back, and encased him in your own warmth. "I promise, Kyo."

"That is an empty promise, my love. If you do not wish to tell me about it, that's fine. Just please know I am here for you, and you can tell me when you're feeling down. I will not think any less than you."

Kyojuro gave you a little squeeze for a prologned period of time before pulling away slightly. He still held you in his arms as he gazed down at you.

"Would you like to make dinner with me? Would that help you feel better?" Kyo gave you a beaming smile.

A few moments pass before his contagious smile spread to your face. You give a nod to him. "Sure, Kyo. I'd like that."

Kyojuro's smile grew brighter, if possible, before he planted a big smooch on your lips. "Alright, then let's start right away, sunshine!"

Kyojuro dragged you behind him. "Didn't you already start it?"

"I lied!"

He pulled you into the kitchen where he pressed a kiss to your temple. "I love you, (Y/n)."

"I love you too, Kyo." You smiled.

Training after a failed mission was hard, dealing with your own self doubt was hard, but suddenly everything seemed...not so hard when Kyo was around. As Kyojuro started to boil water in a pot, you moved to hug him from behind.

"Oh! Sunflower?"

"Thank you, Kyo. I love you." You squeezed him a little bit.

"I love you too, little flame." He smiled, moving to hug you once more.

Yeah...with Kyo trapping you in his arms, everything seems to be so much better and brighter.

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[honeybeewhereartthee]

My Darling Dolls

Chapter 29

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When you wake up in the comfort of your bed, you find two dolls on top of you. Mop of black hair, you felt someone hugging you from the side and saw Mayoi. You close your eyes again.

A little later you felt something heavy around you. When you open your eyes, you saw bunch of dolls sleeping on top of your comforter.

Red, Pink, Grey, Red, Green, Yellow, Brown, Orange, and another orange.

Added to the already existing two black one. You close your eyes again and went back to sleep.

...

"Ehehe." You hug everyone when you wake up in the morning. "MC will give kissy kissy to everyone. Ehehehee~" you giggle like an addict who just get their fill.

You proceed to give kisses to their forehead, give them a bug hug and saying you love them.

Aira: UWAAAH MC! Ehehe~ love you too!

Tatsumi: good morning to you too MC.

Hiiro: hmm! Good morning! I love you too!

Rinne: orichi won't divorce you today I guess.

Kohaku: kokoko. MC-Han good morning to ya too

Niki: sup mc~? Wanna eat (food) this morning~?

Madara: mama miss you too!

Hinata:(crocodile tears) huhu MC don't need babies. We're your babies already

Yuuta: (crocodile tears) mc babies is just us right...?

You pause at Hinata and Yuuta words. Everyone look at the two and remember the issue of a misunderstanding and aora start to cry about that topic again.

"huhuhu mc..! It's ok! If ya have babies..." Aira weep with the false tears of Yuuta and Hinata.

"...I'm not." You grab hold of Ritsu who's being hugged by Rei and smooch his face. He remains asleep as you did. "I'm not ok... I don't get why you guys think so..." You hummed as you squeeze rinne face. "sleepy...." You yawned. You once again sleep as Ritsu is force to tell the truth.

....

You look at ritsu who's sleeping on your lap. You look at the twins who's playing with Rei. You look at Mayoi. Somehow you remember something.

"Hey. Does ritsu have same contact thing with you like the twin have." You whisper to Mayoi. Who turn to look at you as if thinking what you meant. "Hmm."he nodded.

"Ah... Is he gonna be the same..." 'Like how you threatening me with the twins life's and yours.' you wanna says but it seems that he understands what you mean as he give you a sweet close eyes smile.

"I been good lately ok? I have not touch any dolls to fix or make." You chuckle. He give you a hopeless smile.

"You still get in trouble either be from dolls or not. When I turn my eyes off you. You suddenly gone and into the mouth of danger." He hugs you as he felt so hopeless.

" I always wish... If only there's the two of us... You won't have to learn about making dolls and darling dolls fixing... You would live longer and happy." He mumble to you. You giggle at his wish and thought of it. "I guess." You nodded your heard.

"What if... There's a world with only the two of us... Even if I weren't able to be human as long your able to not intangle on the troubles you get yourself into. It's fine..." He thought dreamily.

"We could... " Get married and have a cute house with only with the two of us, maybe adopt some cute pets and I'll buy you all the dolls in the world...' he look at you who focus on petting ritsu head who mewl in your touch like a kitty.

"..." He sigh with a smile as he saw your attention went elsewhere again. He wish your attention would remain focus on him yet it's a greedy wish.

...

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What if? Rveerse pet foolery ask where MC keeps showering their pet with affection in front of the ROs, how would Ros react? 😗

Okay, follow up on this ask; I can see this being a possibility with how often some of y'all talk about your MC's pets 👀 I think my response really highlights the ROs insecurities <3 because everyone has those!!

cw: smooches below

P.S. i kind of cheated with Felix's because it's not "right in front" of him oops

Constantine: A sigh escapes his lips. He doesn't mind how much you love your precious pet, but the man wishes you'd show him a little more love sometimes. But no, he won't admit that out loud. If this is what makes you happy, he'll pine away, hoping that, at some point, you'll shower him with more affection.

However, you've heard his sigh and look at him with a furrowed brow. "What's wrong?" you inquire.

His eyes flick to your pet, then back to you. "Nothing," he says, forcing a smile. Your insides twist because you know he's lying. You narrow your eyes and leave your pet curled up, they've had enough back rubs for today.

You sit down next to Constantine, arms brushing. "I didn't peg you for a liar."

His jaw clenches. "I'm not a liar."

"I can tell something's bothering you, just tell me."

He runs a hand through his blonde hair and shakes his head, muttering, "It's stupid. Just drop it."

You lean closer, gently grabbing his face and turning it toward you. His blue gaze meets yours and pink paints his cheeks. "Tell me," you command.

His voice is quiet, so quiet you almost don't hear. "I just wanted a bit of your affection..."

You smile and lean in kissing his nose, then his forehead. Your lips dart around his face, showering him with kisses until finally, you press your lips to his. He eagerly returns the kiss before you pull back, lips tingling.

You smile. "Silly man," you say. "You never need be jealous."

Margaret: Margaret's watching a cycle of fetch - run - head rub - repeat. And she loves the grin on your face while you show your pet affection. But she's envious of all the time you're spending with them.

It's difficult for her to admit certain feelings. But she got past that. Now she's jealous of a pet? This is extremely annoying for her, which adds to her already grumpiness because you haven't looked at her in hours.

"Darling, why don't you take a break?"

You pause and glance over, meeting frustrated brown eyes. "Alright, I suppose."

It takes everything for her not to roll her eyes at your response. Is it such an inconvenience for you to spend time with her? She frowns at that thought. Perhaps that's the truth.

Ugh. These feelings are exactly what she was hoping to avoid. "Actually, forget it. I've got some things to do." She stands up and leaves abruptly before you can respond.

You run after her. "Wait! Margaret!" She lets out a sigh and stops, allowing you to catch up.

"I wanted to give you a kiss goodbye, but you ran off."

She huffs. "Oh, now you want to show me affection?"

You tilt your head and contemplate for a moment. "Wait...are you jealous?"

"Yes, damn it. Damn feelings!"

You bite your lip to avoid laughing at this precious woman. "Please, you have nothing to be jealous of." You wrap her in a hug and plant a kiss on her forehead. She relaxes in your arms.

Felix: Felix is sprawled across the bed, waiting to see you for the first time all day. He sits up as the door opens. You've been with your pet all day. And sure, he doesn't need to be around you all the time, but he's barely seen you all week.

You smile at him as you sit down on the bed.

"Finally."

You raise an eyebrow at him. "Someone's grumpy."

He glances away, hazel gaze settling on a candle in the distance. "I'm not grumpy. I just...missed you."

"Guess you can't get enough of me, huh?" you tease.

But he turns his eyes to yours and leans in close, warm breath fanning your face. "Never."

Your breath catches in your throat and you put a hand on his cheek, stroking it with your thumb. He closes his eyes and leans into the touch. "Well, I promise that I'll be around more, so much so that you get tired of me," you say quietly.

He smiles and takes your hand, kissing it. "Impossible."

F: F watches as you rub your pet's head while reading a book. This has become the new normal. You used to rub their head. They can't help but feel the familiar surge of jealousy. They know it's stupid, but they can't help it.

They decide that enough is enough! So, they sit down next to you and pull out their own book. It's going to take a few minutes for them to work up the nerve to tell you how they feel.

You've always been the one more open to talking about feelings in this relationship. They struggle too much with their insecurities. A sigh leaves their lips.

You glance over. "Everything okay?" You put the book down, giving them your full attention.

They swallow, willing their mind to form the right words. Then they set down their book, too, and turn to look into your eyes.

"Yes," they start, before taking a deep breath. "It's just...I was wondering if sometimes you could rub my head instead of your pet's? You know, like before? I miss it." They glance around, avoiding your eyes.

You smile at them. "Of course. And hey," you reply, waiting for them to turn back to you. "I'm proud of you for telling me how you feel. I know it's hard sometimes." F smiles at you as you place a kiss on their forehead.

[jslittlebirdie]

@alliecheer007-88 Just a little something for you as a thank you and because you are still waiting for your other piece. I finally found some inspiration, so I thought I'd use it. It's nothing special, but maybe it comforts you a little. J and I love you lots. I wish you nothing but the absolute best, sweet Allie. Even if some days don't go according to plan, you are always enough, you are always amazing and so so wonderful. Nothing will ever change that. Please take good care of yourself, darling💜

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It's one of those days. Far too stressful, far too long. Things are annoying and tiring. You rub your burning eyes as you type something into your calculator.

J knows it. He sees you, he sees his little lady. He has his eyes and ears everywhere. Even if he can't always be with you himself, he's still watching over you. And it's a bad joke.

When he climbs into your room through the window and sees you sitting at your desk, working, he clicks his tongue and shakes his head, his beautiful chocolate brown eyes gleaming with concern. He's immensely proud of you. For all that you are and do. But nevertheless he's worried about his love. You turn to him, tiredness clearly written on your face, but still you smile weakly when you see your beloved clown. His presence alone makes you feel a little calmer and you sigh deeply. "Hi, J."

He doesn't answer you. Instead, he walks up to you and scoops you into his arms. You allow him to carry you to the bed and gently plop you down on it before he then sits down next to you. "My little lady needs a break, okay? I don't like today. Not. One. Bit. But don'tcha worry, ya', um, teddy bear is here now." J chuckles softly and pulls you to him, onto his lap. He drops down on your pillows, his greenish curls a tangled mess, and takes you with him so you can rest on his broad chest. Warm, safe, loved. Home.

You let out a little noise and naturally cuddle closer to him, making him smile and hum contentedly. "Today sucked a lot..."

He shushes you and rubs your back soothingly. "I know. It's okay. We all have a bad day sometimes, just, ah, let it flow. Doesn't change the fact that y're my sweet girl and I...um love ya." He smooches your forehead with an extra loud 'mwah', leaving a red mark. His attempt to make you giggle. And it works. It always works. "I gotcha, sweets."

"Hmm... Maybe you are right. Thank you." You take a deep breath and lazily reach for one of his hands to hold it. J grins at your habit, he secretly finds it very endearing and cute, and lets you mess with his long, slender fingers. You trace his knuckles, calming not only yourself, but also him. You bring his hand to your lips to place a soft kiss on one of the pale marks, before interwining your fingers. "I love you too. I love you so much, Jack."

You two stay like that for a while, snuggled up close. You lying on his chest and listening to his calm heartbeat while you play with his hand. And J nuzzling his face into your soft hair while quietly humming the tune of your favorite song and actually enjoying the world slowing down a little bit. But it doesn't go unnoticed by him that you look at the clock on the wall and you start to move away from him. "J, I um...have to get back to work. I'm sorry, honey."

J groans dramatically. He understands, but that doesn't mean he wouldn't prefer to keep you with him where he knows you're safe and relaxed. He licks the forked scar on his lower lip and thinks. "How 'bout I stay and keep an eye on ya while ya work, hm? I'm gonna remind ya to take some breaks. Plus, you're gonna get some, ah, kisses. Gotta keep my little lady entertained, right? Distract her real good. Ha!"

Your cheeks turn pink at his comment, which makes him cackle in amusement. Oh, how much he loves teasing and flustering you. You playfully smack his arm as you sit up to get off the bed. "Well, aren't you just saying that because you are actually the one who wants kisses?"

"Hey! Watch it, toots." J smirks, maybe you're right, and he gently grabs your wrist to pull you back against him. You gasp when his lips crash onto yours and he brings you into one of these long and passionate kisses that make your head spin. Rough and soft, so distinctively J. He chuckles as he pulls back and sees you catching your breath, blushing madly. "Well, well... Now get back ta' work. I'm proud of ya. And I'm not going anywhere, okay?"

You smile, nod and give him one last kiss on his cheek. And with that, you sit back down at your desk. The short break with your clown gives you new strength, J's love and care give you new motivation that you so desperately need. You know no matter what, you're always together. He is a man of his word and you are a woman of yours. Together you can do anything. A little lady and her clown. So full of love for each other.

[ghostmaldo]

Cotton morning

With Dazai Osamu

I thought if this while meaning to iron for the first time yesterday 🥲 I'm 24 BTW 😅 better late then ever I suppose haha.

My request box is open 💙

Their finger tips glided across delicate fabric. The iron slowly smothering the wrinkles created in the folds the night before. (Y/N) listened to the white noise and birds singing right outside their window. They had decided to rise a little earlier then their partner Dazai. He had arrived later in the night due to his work with the agency. They weren’t even aware he had come home until they had awoken the next morning to a warm body sleeping next to them. Upon stepping out of bed to use the restroom, they spotted Dazai’s White dress shirt crumbled up on the bedroom floor. They thought they would so something nice for him and iron it for them. To spare Dazai a few more moments of sleep.

They took one side of the shirt, gently flipping it over to the other side. One hand finding it’s way to the collar to flatten it back down where it was suppose to lay. They stopped mid gesture when a pair of skinny arms found their way around their waist. A warm morning breath grazing her cheek as he hummed. “Now what’s a lovely face like yours doing up already?” Dazai teased lovingly. (Y/N) wasn’t facing him, but they could still imagine the light smirk playing on his face.

“I’m ironing your shirt so you can rest a little while longer. I know you came home late last night.” They leaned back into Dazai’s embrace. Their face finding their way to give the man a smooch on the cheek. One he gladly returned to their forehead. “Well, honey, I wished it worked that way. But as soon as your cozy body left the bed I was wide awake.” Dazai’s hands slinked away from (y/n) waist. Their hips already missing the touch. They watched His body move over to the love chair in the room facing toward his partner. Sitting down so he could Lazily pick up the remaining of his clothes. Slipping them on at a snails pace across his bandaged limbs… there was nothing he wanted more then to slide back into bed with his beloved…

But… duty calls.

(Y/n) finished ironing Dazai’s shirt. They held it out for him by the shoulders. A smile creeped up on his face. He walked back over to them. Slipping his arms into the sleeves on his shirt. It was a little strange to see him without his light brown coat draped on him. Even so, he was still so handsome in the golden morning light.

“Well, thank you darling, I appreciate your concern for my well being.” Dazai spoke, turning to face them fully. A gleeful smile still playing on his lips. “My, your beautiful.” He slid a hand along their jaw, placing a kiss on their nose. Once he pulled back he saw just how flustered his partner had become. He couldn’t help pinching their cheek a little to tease them.

“Why don’t we go to dinner tonight. It’s been awhile since we’ve gone out together.”

The statement took (y/n) by surprise. “Tonight? Are you sure you won’t be tired?”

“Nonsense, I’m never too tired for you~” Dazai pinched their cheek again, sending a wink their way. Earning a swat from (y/n). “Okay, if your sure. You can text me where you wanna go.”

“Deal. See you at seven darling.”

[sashi-ya]

Hiya ! If requests are still open for this week could I ask for Marco with a tiny fem!s/o with a size kink ??? Thank you so much and hope you’re having a great day 💕💕💕

Hi darling!! Of course! I hope you like it ♥ Thank u for your request and all of the support! Have a great weekend ♥ ~

NSFW ~ Marco x F! Tiny! Reader ~ You Are So Tight For Me ~

TW: NSFW. Size kink. Best friends to lovers. Sex at a party. Unprotected sex. Kind of rough sex.

WC: 1.7K

Tag list: @undercoverweeeb @mistyroselove

Marco and you have always been good friends, really good friends. You love him as much as he loves you, yet, you too never ever had any romantic or sexual interaction before. You are so close, people usually think you two are a couple, yet you aren’t. Still…

You > Oiiii pineapple birb, are you up for tonight’s party at Izo’s? Pineapple Birb > Oi Tontatta, yeah. Be ready at 8.

“Tontatta? What does he mean with “Tontatta”??... OH…” you say while throwing the phone to the bed and realizing he was mocking you by your short height. “You fucking giant pineapple…” you grunt as you enter the shower.

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The sound of Marco’s pick up horn announces he is already waiting for you outside. You take your bag and keys and head out.

“G’Night” you say, struggling to enter the vehicle. “Why the hell did he buy such a big car?” you think while stretching your arm to close the door. Of course, you fail in the first attempt so the doctor bends over you and closes the door. Marco is not huge but compared to you it’s pretty big. He pats your lap, strongly, laughing. “Why the hell are you so tiny?” he says. And you can’t help but squirm a little on the seat thinking about his huge hand over your thigh in a friendly way that you wish was with other intentions.

Rolling your eyes you tell him to stop making fun of you and start driving. “Fineee” he says and hits the gas. Music blasting suddenly makes you forget about the touch of his hand over your thigh and you two sing -shout- “Good 4 U” by Olivia Rodrigo.

Marco parks over Izo’s house. He descends the pick-up and helps you. “Jump to pappa” he says, laughing. You frown and burn holes into his eyes. “Shut up” you say as he snatches you from under your shoulders and puts you down on the street. You are surprised, he has never helped you like this. Still, you act annoyed, “Who does he think he is to treat me like this?” you think.

Walking towards the door, you can see from the window the shadow of a boy wearing a straw hat running around. “Luffy” Marco and you say, laughing.

The night goes by with alcohol and food, so much food. Sanji cooked the equivalent of three full restaurants just for you -specially Luffy-. Everybody is a little tipsy, and so do you. Kiku, Izo’s sister, comes up with the idea of watching a horror movie. Everybody, except Chopper and Usopp agreed. Law and Robin decided the title, and oh boy, that was gore…

The boys set up the projector, and everybody takes his place. Sanji and Zoro begin fighting because apparently, they were “too close to each other” on the couch. Everybody look at them thinking the same, “why the fuck do you sit together if you don’t want to be close?” but then all of you remember they haven’t still figured out how much they love each other. So, for the sake of the group’s peace, Marco suggests that you could sit over his lap, and so they will have more room.

You agree instantly and sit over Marco’s legs. Your back laying over his chest. You are so used to him that this doesn’t represent a problem for you. But then, Marco snakes his arms around your waist and presses you tight against his lap. “What is this boy playing tonight?” you think.

Somehow, the idea of feeling so tiny, so squeezed against his body is making your core feel a little… fancy.

The movie starts, and so far, you haven’t gotten scared until the murderer appears out of nowhere and stabs the victim from his back. You jump over Marco’s lap, so suddenly that he also gets scared. “Shh” he whispers in your ear. A shiver runs through your spine, as you feel Marco’s warm breath on your neck. “Sorry…” you excuse yourself. “It’s ok” he says, and rests his chin over your shoulder, squeezing your waist even tighter. You gasp and fidget your ass over his groin. “Fuck it, he wants me” you think. And indeed, you feel how a hard -huge- bulge grows under your bottom… All of a sudden, a different movie plays on your head, the idea of him fucking you with his huge member makes you wet, so wet.

You start to act scared with every little scene, and with that, a little hump over him that makes his member grow harder and harder. No one will notice, everything is dark, they are all into the movie. And with the last little jump, Marco has had enough “Stop doing that or I’ll have to fuck you right here in front of our friends” he whispers. You swallow, you wanted to turn him on, but you’ve never expected he would be so straightforward to you.

You slowly turn around your face, his nose touching your cheek. “Then fuck me if you dare” you tell him. A sexy side smirk draws on his lips, and his hands pressed your lower belly so your sex could feel perfectly how hard he is. You realize you are probably gonna have a big time when taking him all inside, and that fans the fire inside you. “I’m gonna go to the restroom” you tell him, with an inviting grin. He lets go of you, and you walk upstairs.

A few minutes later, the bathroom opens and Marco looks at you up and down, scanning you with lustful eyes. You sexily take your jacket off and let it fall to the ground. He closes the door behind him and walks steadily towards you.

His right hand squeezes your throat. His left leg in between your legs, lifting you up as your back is pressed against the cold tiles of the bathroom. “Come on, hump over my leg now” Marco says. You try to gasp for air and do as he tells you to. You rub your sex against his thigh, your legs hang at each side. He is so big compared to you…

He then grabs you by your waist and sits you over the bathroom counter. You spread your legs, so he can come closer. His mouth invades yours, lustfully, feral. This felt way better than the times you’ve dreamt of it.

When he is satisfied with the taste of your mouth, he lifts you up. You cross your legs around his waist and Marco carries you to the next room. Who knows whose room it is? but you don’t care… He throws you to bed, you lay on your back while he unbuttons his white shirt. You enjoy the show of the big man in front of you, your body begs to be destroyed, to be fucked.

“Marco…” you mumble. “Hm?” he asks. “Fuck me, rough” you tell him. “You sure? I’m afraid I’ll destroy your insides” he says while leaning over you, already taking off your pants. “That’s exactly what I want” you say and bite your lip. “You little whore” he says laughing and pounces into you.

He bites your neck; you carve your nails on his back. His huge hands take off your shirt, exposing your perfect body to him. “God, why are you so tiny? I’m gonna rip you” he says, with one of your nipples on his mouth. You moan as his tongue wets your breasts.

He then traces a path of wet smooches from your tits towards your sex. He licks and kisses your hot skin, and you squirm. Yet, you are anxious to see his member, you’ve been wanting to see that huge dick in front and inside you for so long…

A finger enters your sex. “Oh, even my finger feels tight inside you… I wonder how I am gonna fuck your little cunt?” he asks, and that turns you so fucking much, he has no idea. Then, the second finger in. Slowly, but surely you dilate enough -or so that’s what you thought- to receive his shaft.

“I think I can manage to fuck you like this” Marco says while lowers the zipper of his jeans. You swallow, you want it inside now. He finally flashes his eight inches dick to you. You widen your eyes and he notices it. “Are you sure?” he asks. “Fucking destroy me, Marco” you tell him, delighted by the huge member in front of your eyes.

“Sure, my dear” he says, and aligns the tip of his dick with your entrance. You are so wet that it slides perfectly and even if Marco tries to hold back not to hurt you, he can’t take it any longer. Soon, he is balls deep inside you. You whine, loud enough for the whole house to hear you. “Shhh, little whore” he shushes you and covers your mouth with his hand.

You feel your walls stretch, they burn, but you love it. A bulge forms in your lower stomach whenever he is deep inside you, you watch it and the image makes both of you extremely aroused. He is indeed destroying your tiny body, and you are enjoying every single moment of it.

And after intense thrusts, your insides clenches around him as you are ready to fall into an intense orgasm. “Mhh babe… you are so tight. Even after fucking you so much” Marco whines. You moan as the last deep plunges send you to climax heaven. You squirt on the base of his dick, so hard, relieving the pressure, biting Marco’s shoulder.

He does the same a few seconds after, and he does not back off until your insides get filled fully with his warm seed…

“So, are we dating now?” he finally speaks, while resting after an amazing fuck. “Well, yeah, finally” you tell him and laugh soundly. Everybody knew that, except you two…

“We should come back, don’t you think?” you say. “I hope they didn’t hear us…” Marco tells you kissing your forehead… ♥ ~

[muffindaddystyles]

My love I have read your almost all fics before but today for some reason I read almost I had read them again. What can I see I'm absolutely enamoured by each one of 'em 🌻🌻🌻.

My best wishes to you keep writing and keep prospering ✨

And for my request if you can write a blurb for the memory loss fic about them having a baby they talked about that would be really sweet 🥺 No pressure.

🌞 Anon

THANK YOUUU SM BUTTONS! YOUR LOVE MAKES ME FEEL SO WARM! Y'ALL COULD REQUEST WHENEVER UUUU GUYS FEEL LIKE

HIREATH (Y/N looses her memory from getting into an accident and Harry loves her all over again)

It all began with the weekly cleansing of their home. Yes, home. After months and months of getting accustomed to every creak of floorboard, the corner of hallway where sun shines the brightest, the tiny library Y/N loves to spend time with Harry – she has finally come to terms with calling this big sleek house her home, her most comfy space.

And Harry her person.

She has got a bunch of her memories back but other half still haunts her to sleep and she memorises the one she has a grip on to never let them slip and to cherish them till they grow old together.

While Harry had his head butted into some dusty corner to retrieve some boxes Y/N went through drawers to clean the cluster out, they both were singing ‘I’m always by your side’ by John Park.

Though, halfway through it Y/N stopped. She felt like the words choked her throat with tears bubbling in her eyes and her fingers trembled as she flipped the frame that has yellow and lilac chunky hearts on it’s borders.

“Can we have a family of ours? I've some affection for another pair of little bambi eyes.” She doesn’t remember writing it back there and it hurts her like a painful stab.

You don’t remember the most important detail of your own damn life, what a sadist.

She scoffed to herself.

When Harry didn’t hear the saccharine hum of her wife his head perked up, “Lovie?” His smile that was fluttering up from hearing their favourite part coming up and him about to be yelling at her to sing it with him dropped wrenchingly when he heard those sniffles.

“Baby.” He rounded towards her worriedly. Massaging her shoulder to make her look at him and the sorrow in his’s loves eyes broke his heart into shards tumbling him to his knees infront of her.

“What happened, darling?” He asked cupping her cheek gently and ran his thumb over her wobbling damp lip.

She just shook her head and sucked through her teeth, dollops of tears fell on Harry’s cheeks and sobbed into his hand with her eyes bolted shut.

“’M sorry!” Harry frowned when she apologised stroking her nose into his wrist, “Sorry f'what sweet pie?” He asked getting more concerned every second ticked by.

“That you wanted a family with me and I ruined that f'you ...” Her hiccups went breathless and Harry’s heart thumped into outer space for some seconds, he completely forgot about that lil present.

“Shh. Shh. ‘s okay me sweet girl, shh c’mon. Nothing’s ye fault. ‘M happy that you’re safe, healthy and happy in my arms, yeah?” He went to hug her and let her cuddle into him and she breathes his tangerine vanilla-y scent to calm herself down.

“Are you happy, though?” His tone was uncertain and his irises lurked with hope.

“Very.” He sighed in relief when She squeezed his fingers and bobbed her head profusely with that cute shy smile of hers, “Then all set! ... and fo’ babies my love we could have them whenever y'want,” He grazes his palm down her spine in smooth circles, “Whenever you’re ready.” He affirmed her in his most loving and assuring voice.

“Can we try for it now?” Harry’s brows shot up at her timid and hesitant whisper, his eyes glossed with tears of happiness because he thought he'd never be able to see this moment in his all life.

He pets her hair down her head and kissed her forehead, arms wounding around her shoulders to embrace her protectively and sentimentally.

“You want a tiny me and a tiny you!?” He grinned pushing her back gently to look down at her with cheerful eyes, when she bobbed her head with equal enthusiasm and excitement he turned all soft and mushy -- palm pressing against her belly.

“Want me t’put a baby in this pretty tummy of yours?” He smooched pecks on her lips, then kissed her compassionately at her honest confession that she actually wants what he’s been wanting for ages.

She wants to be the mommy of his babies.

.

Y/N's 6 months pregnant. With Harry’s bub. In a phase of it where her skin's all glassy and glowing, her eyes angelic and they grow proper lil suns on the sight of her hubby coming back home early to them.

Harry’s been never happier than this. He feels as if the whole world’s yarned up into his pocket.

He makes sure that his lovin’ is feeling comfy and pleased everytime, staying awake with her till mornings -- eating snacks and her weird cravings with her to make her feel less bad about it, taking care of her diet plans and her health, loads of love making and satiating sex, he’s always there to wipe her tears and listen to her tantrums all caused from her maternal hormones.

“Harry! Bambi eyed!!” She’s been sprawled on their deep snuggly sofa watching telly when she felt the baby moving around inside her while Harry swirled more cream on their strawberry pies.

“What happened –.. wait.” Anxiously Harry rushes back only to be met by his overly joyed girl as she huffs trying to sit up, “Come watch my belly, our baby’s havin’ a dance party inside here!” She giggles and forwards her hand for him to grab.

“Gimme your hand! Gimme! Gimme!”

“Is that so?” Harry smiles fondly wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her from back to his chest, “Don’t hear any music babe.” He teases her planting his ear against her swollen belly all of his teeth showing brightly when he feels a small prod against his cheek.

“Our bub just kicked!!” He squeals, smacking a little rushy kiss to her lips then again fixes himself back to his favourite spot.

Every night he reads books to the baby and listens to music with headphones around her belly in this exact spot.

“Harry ...” Y/N scratches his head and runs her fingers through his curls hoping that there lil one get them as walnutish and pretty.

“Do y'think I’ll be a good mother?” At that Harry moves all his attention on her and makes scooches her nearer to her, “Why’d y'ask that baby?” He asks brushing the loose strands of her hair way.

“Dunno.” She shrugs clutching the hem of his hoodie, “I don’t remember stuff from our past – sometimes I forget too much and then it comes all back. What if in old age my amnesia hits back and they'd get too annoyed by me.” There comes the pregnancy whining and wild thinking, messy tears and anxious thoughts.

“Moppet ...” Harry sighs, closing his eyes and kisses her cheeks.

“You’re g'na be the best mommy ever! Knows that they’ll love you endlessly, darling. Your memories doesn’t change the person you’re – my love, my life, the momma of my babies, you’re doin’ so good.” She giggles through her sniffles when Harry showers her in loud slobbery kisses.

“Watermelon with peanut butter sounds so good right now.” She murmurs into his neck and Harry’s glad she’s all bunched up in his arms because he did most disgusting face he could ever scrunch up.

“But, I just made y’a pie!” He whines counting on his fingers when she bursts into tears upon hearing that.

“Cute. Thank you. But, your baby wants that.” She pokes him in ribs and gives him the most puppy eyes ever.

“Alright. Not joining along though.” He gives her a pointed look and plucks her pout.

“Harry! Promise it’ll taste s’good.”

“I bet.” He quips, creating comical gagging noises.

“Meanie.” She grumps trying to bite his earlobe mischievously.

[nyrocwrites]

kisses after midnight

New Years collab with the lovely peeps over at the BNHarem discord server. Cheers to new beginnings and a collab piece I actually finished on time ahahahahahah /shot

Pairing: Tokoyami X gn reader

Words: 1000 and change 

Warnings: bird fluff, soft things, probably grammar mistakes. No editing, we die like bisexuals. 

Find the masterlist here!

You would never understand how some people could hate the winter. Winter brought cold snow and crisp air, hot tea and cozy blankets. Winter brought holiday cheer, new beginnings, and warm, fuzzy feelings. 

Winter brought you Tokoyami Fumikage. 

The holidays and warm feelings had led to confessions. Gifts were exchanged, hands were held, sentient shadow creatures were far too easily entertained by how very squirmy teenage boys became when they were teased. Winter brought you Tokoyami, and Tokoyami made you happy.

...or he would, if you could just find the bastard. 

Your brand-new boyfriend—boyfriend!—vanished pretty close to midnight, like the worst kind of off-brand Cinderella you had ever heard of. You had watched the clock count down to midnight while your friends cheered and rang in the new year with gleeful shouts and excited chatter. You had intended to kiss him at midnight—because how stinkin’ cute would that have been?—only to discover that he was absolutely nowhere to be found. 

After almost ten minutes, you were just about to give up and go back to the rest of your friends when you stumbled across him by chance as you passed a window. You blinked out at his unmistakable silhouette, impossibly black against the moonlit snow. You grabbed a coat and went to join him on the front stoop; the dormitory door closed behind you, and it was absolutely quiet. 

“Hey,” you said, and a part of you really hated your own guts for breaking the snow-muted silence. “Are you okay?”

He hummed at you in response, but he didn’t look at you. He was watching the cloud cover as it drifted lazily across the half-waxed moon. So serene, you thought. 

You took a seat next to him, cross-legged on the frigid concrete. 

“It’s after midnight,” you said. When he didn’t respond, you looked over at him and leaned close to bump your shoulder into his. “Earth to Bird-kun.” 

He startled a little at that, finally turning to look at you. 

“Oh. Yes.” He was a man of few words, of course, but come on. It was a celebration! “I apologize for missing the count-down.”

“That’s okay,” you told him immediately, even though the fact that he more or less ghosted you made you squirmy. This thing between you was still so new, so fragile. You didn’t want to start the new year with a negative conversation. But… “So, why’re you sitting out here all alone in the cold?” 

“It was very loud inside,” he said, but the way he didn’t meet your eyes was disconcerting. 

“And?” you prompted. 

“And there were many, many people.”

“And?”

“And all attending would have had the expectation that I would kiss you upon the stroke of midnight.”

You gesticulated wildly with your hands in a display of confusion and exasperation. “And why is that a bad thing? You didn’t want to kiss me for the first time in front of so many people? We could’ve found a dark corner, or gone outside, or—“

“Y/n.” His voice was so very quiet, but it was as effective as an air horn at shutting you up. He looked over at you, and then away, and then at some fixed point in the space between the two of you. Even in the dark you were able to see the way he shifted, the way the hair on his face bristled like feathers puffing up. He was nervous, anxious, and you suddenly felt awful for having any part of those feelings. 

It hit you like a snowball to the face. 

Your boyfriend—boyfriend!—had a freakin’ beak.

He wanted to kiss you. He just didn’t know how.

Laughter rose up inside of you like champagne bubbles and you covered your mouth as you giggled. He was so stinkin’ cute. You leaned your shoulder into him as you let yourself laugh and laugh, your face nestled into the deep collar of his soft sweater. It was easily a few minutes before you were able to get a grasp on your snickering and lift your head. 

He looked a little bewildered, your behavior as close to alien to him as anything could be in a world with quirks, but he seemed to realize that you weren’t laughing at him. You were laughing at yourself, mostly. At how odd the whole situation was.

You pushed yourself back upright and wiped tears of laughter from your eyes. You met his gaze and grinned so wide you thought your face would split in half. 

“Oh, darling,” you cooed, happy, and reached up to brush your fingers along his black velvet cheek. “Promise me something?”

His eyes relaxed a little under the soft warmth that seeped from your very being. He nodded, just once. 

“Anything, y/n.”

“Promise you’ll never, ever be shy about kissing me, okay?”

“I—y/n…” He squinted at you, garnet gaze narrowed. “Your request is… difficult.”

“Hey, you’re the one who said ‘anything,’ bird boy.” You cupped his chin in your hand, allowed your thumb to run along sharp edges and smooth beak. “Now promise.”

“As you wish,” he sighed. He seemed a little apprehensive, a little defeated. “I shall make it my resolution for the coming year.”

You couldn’t stop the smile on your face if you tried, not that you ever would. 

“Good. And I resolve to come up with very creative ways to do just that.” It earned you an awkward chuckle, and you carried on. “Starting now.”

Before he could protest, you leaned forward and pressed a sweet kiss to the top of his beak. It wasn’t really anything special in its execution. Still, the way he slowly melted in the frigid night made it a truly exceptional first kiss, and second, and third, as you continued to pepper little smooches all along the ridge of his beak. When you finally released his chin and pulled back to look at him, his garnet eyes were the softest you had ever seen them. He leaned his cheek into your hand, closing his eyes. 

“Thank you, y/n. I truly am grateful for your affections.” 

“Of course,” you told him like it was obvious, because it was. You let him rest his forehead on your shoulder, cold beak pressed to your collar, and you slid your fingers gently through silky raven plumage. He hummed softly, content. 

“Happy new year, Fumi.”

[shirophantomvox]

What is this Fuzzy Feeling? Part 3

Hello anon! This is for you! I am very surprised that you all like this little series! If it gains popularity, I will continue it. I would like to thank my new followers! I haven't been active on here because I am still in school and right now; it is kicking my butt. Anyway, I will fix the grammar errors later. For now, enjoy this fluffy fic!

Part 1 Part 2

The sound of each rain droplet hitting against the window seal felt ever so pleasant. The shine from the night sky somehow cast a beautiful gleam of light through my bedroom window. Inside my dorm room were a few Pumpkin Spice candles lit in each corner being dispersed. The smell of pumpkin pie filled my nostrils as I placed a piece in my mouth. I usually despised Pumpkin Pie, but after seeing my roommates partake in some, I decided I’d try it.

Summer is my favorite season. Every year for the last 23 years, I’d go to the carnival with my family, roller skate, go to the state fair, and just about any family fun venue in our state. The warm air always made me feel wonderful, but at the end of August, I could always sense a change in temperature. My mood would shift because school was starting again and that meant the weather would progressively be worse. Goodbye summer nights; I wish the fall would stay away. I only somewhat enjoy fall because I have someone to “keep me warm”. It is “hoodie season” and god knows I need a lot of them, but who wants to pay $50+ for a single hoodie? The additional light from each lightning strike added an odd romantic feeling to the atmosphere. I suddenly longed for my boyfriend’s presence.

“I’m so cold,” I silently said to myself.

A playlist of soft piano jazz played in the background as I laid vertically on my bed. I felt a sense of accomplishment as I completed all of my chemistry work for the week and passed both of my tests. Good things are coming my way. Opening a manga to where I left off, I read rather quickly. I often use a technique I learned in 1st grade, a “picture walk”. A Picture Walk comprises viewing images a chapter at a time and then reading the pages. This way, I can digest both the imagery and dialogue. So far, everything was flowing perfectly; the sound of the rain was steady, the smell of pumpkins became subtle as the lightning picked up speed. As comfortable as the air was, it tempted me to fall asleep, but the lingering thought of being embraced in my boyfriend’s arms kept me awake. Still, the thought of taking a brief nap overtook my brain. What felt like a 2-minute nap was actually a 3-hour snooze.

Throughout my slumber, the music continued to play and the smell of pumpkin pie continued to thrive, making me feel as if I was sleeping on clouds. Midway through my siesta, my heart fluttered. The fluttering sensation happened every minute and somehow made me feel delightful, but nothing came to mind why this happened. My trance slowly lightened as I could feel little soft movements on my skin. I could feel soft skin touching my neck and shoulder, sending slight shivers down my spine. The skin in those areas felt wet and lukewarm and yet I still didn’t awake from my sleep…. completely. Although I was fully aware of the events that were happening, I pretended to be asleep so the arousing sensation could continue. Just as I was about to wake up (because I couldn’t stop myself from jerking), soft skin met the top of my thigh, causing me to jerk and lose control. I already knew what this would have led to and even though I was not opposed to the idea, my roommate was going to return in one hour.

“I knew you were awake! You’re a horrible faker,” Hisoka said. His sharp nails scratched every inch of my body, sending shivers down my spine once again. His warm breath bounced against my neck as he pressed more kisses against the soft skin. The nails on his fingers were sharp indeed, but the fingertips were much softer than expected. Warm butterfly smooches against my cheek and the warmth of my skin made it seem like I was melting into a puddle. The smooth pads of his fingers made small circles on my waist and his long nails grazed my thighs. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t care if he ripped off my shirt.

“What got you in such a cheerful mood?”

“Well, I’ve been studying all day and passed my finance midterm, so I figured I come here and celebrate!”

“Really? That’s great! I’m proud of you, babe!”

“I’m proud of myself. There were moments when I was too distracted and had to take a break.”

“Trust me, I understand. Don’t feel bad. Taking mental breathers is encouraged.”

“The workload wasn’t the problem”— the force of his forehead pinned against mine forced the back of my head to slam against the pillow. I firmly pressed my nose against his while his lips weren’t even an inch away— “the thought of your godlike nude body against mine nearly drove me wild. Devouring every bit of you is my goal. I’m sure you’ll be more than satisfied.”

A wave of heat swept over my face and in between my thighs, a blush being plastered all over. My ears were on fire! Oddly enough, I usually entertained Hisoka’s assertive passes, but this time, it was different. The hungry look in his eyes made my heart stop, my bones felt stiff, and left my eyes wide. I often have arousing dreams that involved him and me, but I am too afraid to partake in such an act. The fear of being interrupted stopped me every time.

“I—I—,” stuttering like a fool, I continued to stare into his golden orbs.

“What’s the matter, kitten? Cat’s got your tongue?”

Before I could respond, his lips gently placed two individual kisses on mine. His right index finger slid in between my chest and down my stomach. Knowing that I could melt like a stick of butter just by a single touch is something that I’m not proud of but have come to terms with.

“C-Can we just cuddle? I miss your warmth.”

“Of course, darling! That’s all you had to say.”

Hisoka’s arrogant chuckle made me blush more. He knew how I truly felt and admired how I controlled my impulsive feelings. Cuddling was on my do-to list, anyway.

The cold fall breeze seeped through the glass. I must have been shivering and didn’t realize it. At one point, I propped my head up using my forearm, and in another; Hisoka pulled me closer, leaving my head on my sheets instead of the pillow. His right arm was wrapped tightly around my torso while he pressed his nose against the back of my head. He gently placed two loving kisses on my lower neck in response to me placing my arm on top of his. The warmth radiating off our bodies made the entire room cozy; making my eyes flutter once again. The sounds of our steady breaths, the feeling of our synchronized heartbeats, and the warmth of our bodies felt heavenly. A few thoughts raced through my mind and caused me to wonder: “What is this fuzzy feeling?”

“I’m warming your heart,” Hisoka replied, stretching his body. “You broke my ice-cold heat and, who knows, you might have some tendencies of your own. Maybe that’s why we attract.”

As I slowly drifted off to sleep, the candles were blown out, the music stopped, and the rain came to a standstill. I lifted my head and saw that my roommate was fast asleep. Everything seemed to be frozen in its tracks except for my running thoughts. Nothing but a frightening phrase haunted my mind.

“You broke my ice-cold heat and, who knows, you might have some tendencies of your own. Maybe that’s why we attract.”

The morning sun’s rays shined through my bedroom windows, casting a godly glow on Hisoka’s face. I turned on my left side and, to my surprise, I nearly squealed at such a beauty. The sunlight pushed shadows away from Hisoka’s face, highlighting his sharp cheekbones, long eyelashes, and his lips. The softened expression made my heart do backflips as even a strong, prominent man can have soft moments. I smiled contently as I took a moment to realize how lucky I was.

The tip of my index finger traced the dip of his eyebrows to the shape of his nose and all around his face. My small index finger made its way to his right arm, tracing his muscles. Just as I was going to explore thigh muscles, he bats his eyes twice and smiled.

“Good morning, kitten. Did you sleep well?” he said, his voice deep and sluggish.

“It was amazing. Thank you for keeping me warm.”

[ally-127]

my request... joshua angst where there's an argument on ur anniversary n you can decide whether to make it a happy or sad ending!! thx ally :-)

lisianthus

pairing: husband!joshua x reader word count: 1.6k warnings: reference to sex, slightly suggestive material music: ‘lose’ by niki a/n: okay like this is more fluff than angst,, im sorry- my mind literally blanked out when i was trying to think of what they could argue about. but enjoy this romantic af, poetic(?) piece that i also enjoyed writing ngl. thanks for requesting @chocosvt , i hope u liked it...luv u the most <3

“come on kiddos, it’s time for bed!”

you ushered your seven and three-year-old into their shared bedroom, your lips stretched wide into a grin at their playful giggles.

“goodnight, mum,” your daughter, seven, hummed as you tucked her into bed while your younger son climbed clumsily into his beside.

you dropped a kiss on her forehead and turned to your cheeky son, who still had that smile of his. you give him a huge smooch on the cheek. “goodnight, you.”

with both children wrapped up in their sheets comfortably, you flicked off the light switch and closed the door quietly behind you.

a sigh couldn’t help but escape your lips as you shuffled your way back into your room to finish up some work, but before you did, a certain glow caught your attention.

the kitchen was dark all around when you entered, lit scented candles dotted around the table and the only light source in the room.

the flames danced in the breezy air of your apartment, lighting up not only the bouquet of lisianthus on the table but your husband, joshua, who sat on one of the chairs, staring wistfully at the flowers. a glass of wine sat solitarily in front of him, the stain on the rim a sign that he had already started to drink without you.

the beat of your heart was now apparent as ounces of dread slowly settled into the pit of your stomach.

you forgot.

“are we not important anymore?” he began, taking the glass in between his fingers.

“what do you mean?” you remained standing, feeling as if the soles of your feet had been embedded into the hardwood of the floor.

“did it completely slip your mind, or am i now the least of your concerns?” continuous rhetorical questions, or rather, questions of accusations, escaped his beautiful mouth.

you could kiss it a thousand times and still, your need for them to be on your skin would never be satiated.

“jihyun and—“

“do not bring our kids into this,” joshua was painfully serene, like the calm before the storm; the storm in which you could see in the depths of his eyes. “you forgot we’ve been married for ten years.”

you cursed under your breath.

how did you forget?

bringing the subject of work into the argument was pointless now, it only seemed like an excuse.

“josh—“

“i was waiting all day,” he finally shifted his almond-shaped eyes to you. “for you to run into my arms, to kiss me, hell, even to just smile at me. but no, you didn’t even look at me once.”

joshua, on a break from being a performer, occupied himself with taking care of the children and the apartment. he had plenty of time on his hands, his heart full with a sincere wish to spend it with the people he loved most in the whole universe.

you, a full-time working mother, had recently just been promoted in your company. with new responsibility came heavy workload and a brand new project dumped into your control. it was overwhelming, and it blinded a tremendous amount of aspects in your life, including your husband himself.

you realised you didn’t even meet joshua’s eyes as he got them ready for school this morning, while he adjusted their jackets and shouldered their little backpacks to carry it for them, knowing fully what date it was.

you simply kissed your daughter and son goodbye before you took half a litre of coffee with you out the door without uttering a single word of goodbye to your lover.

now, as you stared at him from where you stood, you could feel the effects of neglecting him for the longest time hurling back to you like a tidal wave.

there was no trace of a smile, of the crinkle of his eyes, of the lines that would form at the ends of his eyes that deepened over time and with age.

the expression that stared back at you was foreign, stoic.

there‘s a saying: you don’t know what you have until it’s gone.

you knew it wasn’t gone, but the absence of his smile made your heart sink into the bottomless pit of your regret. it was a horrifying feeling.

suddenly, you wanted to do all the things he said you didn’t, smile at him, run into his arms, kiss him.

“i’m sorry,” you almost lost the capability of speaking, your voice small as you gathered enough courage to take more steps towards him. “i really am. i’m such a fool.”

he stood up, his height casting a dim shadow over you. the plastic of the wrapper crunched in his hands when he extended his arm, offering the bouquet of your favourite flowers in your favourite colour to you. joshua could never forget that.

you took them with shaky hands, eyes looking everywhere but into the abyss of his caramel eyes.

“you are not a fool, my love,” he engulfed you in his strong arms, a familiar place, a place you missed often and could call home. a place you almost forgot was your home. “you are my wife,” he kissed away the single tear of remorse that escaped the duct in the corner of your eyes. “my beautiful, strong wife.”

your head on his chest, your fingers fisted in the material of his shirt, you held on to each other for what seemed like the first time in a long time. his woody scent had the effect of waves crashing against the beach and echoes of seagulls in the distance—it calmed you immensely.

everything about joshua calmed you.

it felt like you could remain in his arms forevermore, until the morning sun rose and the lisianthus wilted in the grip of your hands.

“i love you,” you told him, quietly, setting the bouquet aside to sink into his touch.

these were the words he wanted and needed to hear the most, to reassure himself that you did still love him the way he loved you, to make sure that work had not completely overtaken your senses.

“i love you too.”

fingers rubbing your back in soothing strokes, joshua kissed your temple, then the tip of your nose. to reach your lips he had to angle his head in the slightest, long eyelashes fluttering as he reached his destination.

a hum of satisfaction escaped your lips, conjoined with his, knowing fully that you didn’t deserve it yet you savoured every minute. your arms were secure around his neck, not a millimetre of space to be seen between your torso and his.

as joshua pulled away to gasp for air, he reached into his pocket for his phone, tapping away at the screen. half a second later, music began to play from the speakers he had installed on the corners of the ceiling.

your husband enjoyed music, thrived in it. it was his natural element, his escape from everything and life itself.

“dance with me, darling,” he whispered as louis armstrong blew the first few notes of his trumpet, a light melody that entranced your step into aligning with your lover’s, barefoot in the kitchen, head on his shoulder.

“remember in college,” you pondered, reminiscing the iridescent days of your youth. “when we would dance around the communal kitchen in the refrigerator light?”

“when i snuck out of the dorms to visit you half-past two in the morning?” the smile on his face reminded you of how much you truly longed for it, like a breath of fresh air after being suffocated for so long.

he grinned at you like you were back in the heart of a bustling city, of seoul, the thrill of the unexpected running through your veins like a drug. you found an impossible love, forcing the rebellion, suppressed deep enough in yourself until you forgot about it, to resurface again as you met him.

you had never felt as daring as you did when you first saw him.

“we lost so much sleep,” the airy sound of your chuckle urged joshua to tug you closer, dancer feet still in time with the rhythm of jazz buzzing in the background.

“first college, then jihyun,” the way in which your daughter’s name left his lips made the knot in your heart twist, your entire being captivated by his voice.

he twirled you around, stars—no, the entire galaxy—sparkling in those brown eyes as you spun to meet him once more.

“and jiyoung,” the sound of your youngest son’s name elicited a permanent smile from your husband, perfect teeth peeking through.

“i don’t regret a single second of it,” he said, mellifluous in tone, filled with content.

“i don’t either,” sometimes, the possibility of being in love for so long was a question to you that you could not answer.

magic doesn’t exist, but it did then, in that night, surrounded by wicks, aglow in passion, organic scent of lemongrass wafting in the air.

jazz-driven steps, hungry gazes and the brush of his fingers under your sweater made you wonder if you were back in the era of your faded youth. it was as if you were reliving each night of delirium once again, of heated sex in the darkness of your compact bedroom, of muted grunts and the slapping of skin that reverberated off the chipped walls.

joshua lifted the sweater up your head, up your arms. the music, transitioning ever so timely from armstrong to the weeknd, your eyes widening and your hips swaying ever so slightly to the bass. his grin twisted into a smirk, eyes narrowing in desire and the previous storm behind them calming into a wave of dirty intentions.

“take the week off for me, love,” kisses were peppered down your neck to your collarbone as he whispered each word into your skin.

you promised him you would, and you did.

[tigerseye46]

Same anon, sorry I keep requesting so much but Bajie and Wukong were married and Pigsy has remembered his previous life and started up his relationship with Wukong again. And Wukong wants to propose again but is scared of doing so. With B46/47/54/63? Thanks!

You’re fine! I love when people request stuff! Also I love this pairing so I don’t mind! I’m working on your other requests btw.

TW: Small mention of death and blood

B46. “I made you dinner.” B47. “I lit up candles and everything, you deserve to relax.” B54. “Marry me.” B63. “Don’t worry, you look beautiful.”

Wukong leans against the railing of the ship, his mind plagued with thoughts. He reaches for his pocket, feeling a box, he sighs and takes his hand out. He taps his fingers against the rail and glances at the silver bracelet around his wrist. He traces small patterns on the pink gem in the shape of a heart in the center.

It felt foreign to wear it after all this time, he was more used to keeping it on his person than his wrist but the feeling was welcome, it was a reminder that he had gotten his husband back.

His Bajie, his Pigsy, was finally with him again. It was a while before his love had gained his memories back and remembered their beautiful union. He recalls his husband telling him how confusing it was to sort out the memories especially with the memory of his death. Wukong gulps, it must have been hard, no, terrifying to remember your life flashing before your eyes as you bleed out.

Wukong shakes his head, better to push it to the back of his mind.

After their long talk about things which involved the king sobbing into the pig’s shoulder, they made the decision to take things slowly, go back to how it was when they were dating. Thank gods, the pig still had feelings for him.

It had been going remarkably well and Wukong decided that maybe he should propose again. How was he going to do that? Would the pig even say yes? Maybe he could do it the simple way or he could hold back.

Ugh. It felt more difficult this time.

He lets out a small sigh, his ears perk up when they pick up a “Wukong?”

The king turns to see his partner in his adorable pajamas. “Hi, love,” he greets with a soft smile. “What are you doing up?”

The pig snorts and approaches him. “I could ask ya the same thing. Why are ya up?”

“Just thinking, babe.”

“About?”

He flashes his teeth, the signature of his nervous grin. “Nothing.”

Pigsy crosses his arms. “Uh huh. You forget that I know you.”

He boops his snout. “That you do, babe, but don’t worry about it.”

“Are ya sure?”

“Completely.” He takes his partner’s palms. “Now why are you up, my lovely?”

“I was missin’ my boyfriend. Got sad when I woke up to see you not there.”

His smile drops to a frown. “I’m sorry, babe.”

Pigsy makes a dismissive hand gesture. “It’s no big deal, hon,” he replies and presses his head against his chest. “Just missed you.”

He breathes a sigh of relief. “Okay.” He grabs Pigsy’s waist and rests his chin on top of his head, he kisses it. They stand there and take in each other’s scent, warmth filling their chests. They separate minutes later, their fingers intertwined.

“We used to do that a lot, huh?”

“Yep. Now let’s go back to bed.”

“Okay. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

The pig drags him back to their bed where Wukong gets changed into his own set of pajamas and makes sure that the small black box doesn’t peek out of the pocket of his other pants.

They lay beside each other and touch their foreheads, they share a long smooch and gentle words before drifting off to sleep. Wukong can figure it all out in the morning.

And he does so, planning out the best way to propose while hiding it all from Pigsy who suspects something is up.

He tells the others one night about his plans and they react with complete and utter joy, that manages to ease his nerves a little. He asks them to help by distracting Pigsy for a bit.

The king places the silverware on the table and lights some candles. He wipes his sweaty palms off on his pants then checks the item.

“Wukong,” his partner yells. Just in time, he hides it with haste. His partner steps towards him, his chin cocked to the side and a small curious frown marking his features. “What’s this?” He asks and gestures to the set up.

“I made you dinner. I lit up candles and everything, you deserve to relax,” he answers and pulls out a chair.

“Okay? I guess I’ll go with this.” He sits down, smooching his boyfriend’s cheek in thanks when his chair is pushed in. “Thank you, baby. You didn’t have to do this.”

He flops down in his chair and responds, “I wanted to.”

The pig nervously chuckled. “I wish ya would have told me. I could have worn a better outfit.”

“Don’t worry, you look beautiful.”

The pig ducks his head to hide his flushed cheeks. “Thank you. What did you make?”

Wukong opens the various dishes to reveal shrimp with vermicelli and garlic, peking roasted duck, spring rolls and Pigsy’s special noodles, made by Wukong but he did his best to follow the recipe to the letter. “Here.”

“Wow. You really went all out. Did I miss one of our anniversaries?”

“Nope. Just wanted to surprise you.” He smiles with teeth bared.

Pigsy crosses his arms. “Sure. Now let’s see.” He takes a bite of the peking duck and licks his lips. “Not bad. Although it could be better.”

The king scoffs. “I think I liked it better when you didn’t complain with what food you were given.”

“Times change.”

Wukong gulps and bobs his head. “Yea. Yea, they do.”

Recognizing the look on his partner’s face, he says, “This is great though, babe. I love it.”

“Thanks. I wanted it to be special.”

Pigsy twirls the fork in his hands. “So I did miss an occasion.”

“No, you didn’t. Can’t I just shower my beautiful partner with love?”

The chef’s cheeks glow with a pretty pink. “Yea, you can. I’m just checkin’.”

“Don’t worry about it, babe. You’d probably hear a lot of teasing if you missed one.”

“How is that different from normal?”

“It just is, my darling. Now let’s eat.” He gives the pig’s hand a gentle squeeze which is greatly returned.

They talk to each other about various topics and different memories, careful not to bring up anything too heavy. Their faces are lit up with red and when Pigsy’s giggles, Wukong decides he has to do this now while the pig is in a good mood.

He clutches his jeans and breathes deeply, his features shift to one of complete seriousness. “Pigsy…”

Pigsy stops in his tracks and places the hand that was near his mouth to his lap. He hardly ever sees the king this serious, only in dire circumstances. “Yes, Wukong?”

The king swallows, desperately trying to push the lump down his throat. “You know I love you, right?”

“Yea. Of course I know that. Is somethin’ wrong?”

He ignores the question with another of his own. “And you love me too?”

The pig scoffs and replies, “What if I say no?” The monkey sucks in a breath at the response and Pigsy frowns. “But yes, I love you very much. What is this about?”

“It’s just… I am so happy to have you back in my life. To know you still want me after all this time. That you still love me. When you…. When you passed, never once did I stop thinking of you. You were, are my everything. I love you no matter what life you take on. So what I’m trying to say is…”

He slowly lowers himself down on one knee. His partner’s jaw drops. “Wukong, what are you-?”

Wukong pulls out the box and opens it to reveal a shiny golden ring. His heart beats rapidly against his chest. “Marry me. Zhu Bajie, Pigsy, will you do me the honor of marrying me all over again?”

“Wukong, I…”

“I know we said we would take it slow but I can’t wait any longer. I finally have you back in my arms.”

“I…”

“It’s okay if you don’t want to. I just thought it would be nice.”

He is about to ramble on again when his partner grabs his cheeks and tilts his head upwards. The pig has tears in the corner of his eyes. “You silly monkey, let me talk.” The king closes his mouth. “My answer is yes.”

“R-really?” The king questions, letting out a small undignified squeak.

“Yes! I’ve already married you once, I would love to marry you again. Did ya think I would say no?”

Wukong rubs the back of his neck. “I was kinda preparing for that, yea.”

“Silly monkey.” He sniffles and wipes his tears then places his arms around Wukong’s shoulders. “You could ask me a thousand times and the answer would always be yes. I love you,” he whispers.

“I love you too.” Wukong slides the ring on his finger, they stare at each other before melding their lips together in a slow and passionate kiss. Their chests are full of butterflies. When they separate minutes later, they peck each other multiple times on the lips. “I love you so much.”

“I love you so much too.”

They press their forehead together and enjoy each other’s warmth, staying there for hours.

[galactic-magick]

Secret Darling: Logan x Reader

Request: Hiya! I was wondering if you could maybe make a Logan x reader, (Gender neutral or female), where Logan's just casually sitting on the couch, (and I mean casual like he's not wearing his tie and is just, casual for once), typing away on his laptop when reader just wants attention and affection? Like just pure fluff, and a lot of it? XD - @zarieslayer​

Summary: None of the sides know you and Logan are dating and you wish you could be more openly affectionate.

Words: 1300+                                        

Warnings: Lots of kiss kiss

Author’s Notes: Combined this request with an idea I had for a secret dating AU lol. I also got very flustered writing this so hopefully it meets your fluff standards 😂 also this gif is gonna give me a stroke geez louise

Taglist: @luluwinchester​ @nerve-ous-love​ @zarieslayer​

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Logan wouldn’t be caught dead like this except when he’s with you. He maintains a strict image of professionalism at all times. It gives him confidence, puts him in an intellectual mindset, and convinces everyone around him he’s serious and not to be messed with. He never as much as loosens his tie outside of closed doors.

Only with you does he allow himself to breathe, especially since you’re the only person he shows the softer part of himself to. None of the other sides know you two are together. It would completely destroy his reputation if they knew he has feelings, after all. Still, he does make an effort to spend as much time with you as he can when he’s not working. You meet him in his room nearly every day, and he gives you attention whenever he can when the others aren’t watching.

When you come in, he’s lounging on the couch, laptop on his lap, with the top few buttons of his shirt undone. His tie is completely off and his hair is a bit messy, but he’s still incredibly focused.

“Oh, hello darling,” he greets you.

“Hey,” you sigh, sitting down next to him. “How long have you been working on that?”

He doesn’t look up, continuing to type furiously, “Just a few hours,”

“A few hours?”

“Yes,”

“Don’t you want to take a break?”

“I will when I’m finished,”

“When will that be?”

“If I stay on schedule, approximately two more hours,”

“Two more hours?!”

He locks eyes with you, “You seem to be distressed over the normal passage of time, darling, are you quite alright?”

“Yeah…” you rest your head on his shoulder. “I was just hoping to get a bit of affection, that’s all,”

“Oh,”

“I know you’re super busy, but I just don’t think taking a break would really hurt,” you shrug, sitting up. “Did you know that in many people cuddling and kissing releases hormones that benefit your health? And people who hug a lot tend to have lower blood pressure levels?”

He smirks, “Sweetheart, are you trying to use knowledge against me?”

“Plus the happy chemicals or whatever can help you fight off sickness and sleep better, and we all know how much you love getting enough sleep,”

“Is that all?”                  

“Well you probably know more about science stuff than me, but there’s definitely bajillions of other benefits too, maybe kissing can cure allergies or something,”

“I don’t believe that’s correct,”

“Prove it, then,” you grin. “Kiss me ‘til I never sneeze again,”

“Darling, if all you wanted was for me to kiss you all you had to do was ask,” he closes his laptop and sets it aside. “You know I’d do anything you desire,”

You giggle as he interlaces his fingers with yours and pulls you close to him. He kisses your forehead first, then your nose, then each of your cheeks. His kisses are deliberate yet adoring, slow but not teasing. He presses his lips along your jaw and then stops to look into your eyes, taking a moment to memorize your flushed face before finally kissing your lips.

Your heart flutters as he moves his hands to cradle your face, running the pads of his thumbs across your cheekbones.

“Don’t you ever wish we could do this in front of the others?” you ask between kisses.

Logan pulls away, his fingers grazing down your neck and landing on your shoulders, “You…want to do this in front of everyone?”

“Well not this exactly,” you hesitate. “I mean like just casual quick pecks, holding hands, being able to cuddle when we have group movie nights,”

He looks down, “Would that…would that make you feel loved? Would that make you happier?”

“Oh, Logan,” you lift his chin up. “I do feel loved, and I am happy. I’m just saying it would be nice, that’s all,”

“It’s settled then,” he nods. “We won’t keep this a secret anymore,”

“Really?” you squeal, falling onto him and wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Yes,” he hugs you back tightly. “Although we should consider breaking it to them slowly, possibly have a bit of fun,”

“Fun, huh?”

“Are you questioning my ability to have fun?”

“Maybe a little bit,” you laugh.

“I simply think the best way to tell them is by acting as if they already knew, isn’t that fun?”

“You want to gaslight them?”

“That’s a bit of a strong word, but essentially, yes,”

“Have you been spending time with Janus?”

“Absolutely not,” he runs his knuckles down the side of your head. “You know I spend all my free time with you,”

“Ah, yes,”

“Would you like to resume?”

“Please,”

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 The next morning you meet everyone for breakfast and coffee in the kitchen. You give Logan a quick smooch before sitting down, and the others stare in disbelief.

“Please tell me I was not the only one who just saw that,” Roman gasps.

“What’s the matter, never seen a kiss before?” Virgil rolls his eyes.

“Excuse me, I have seen and experienced many kisses!”

Patton starts making indistinguishable noises, something between screaming and hyperventilating, “Logan!!! When were you going to tell us?!”

“Sure, whatever Princey,”

“You’re not at all shocked by this Virgil?”

“Not really. I’ve seen them going into the closet to make out a couple times,”

“What?!”

You give Logan a look, and you can tell he’s really struggling to stay composed. This is not going according to plan, especially since this didn’t seem to be as much of a secret in the first place as you thought.

“Alright, fine, you got us,” you surrender. “We’ve been together for a while now,”

“Awwww!!” Patton bounces in his chair.

Roman bursts out laughing, “Ha! Logan’s in looove,”

Logan turns his head to him and tightens his tie, “I don’t quite understand why that is so humorous to you, Roman. Love may be nothing more than chemicals in the brain, but it is nothing less than an exquisite experience that brings a multitude of opportunities for growth and learning. I for one find it quite exhilarating, and I hope one day you too will find someone who makes you feel the same,”

The table is dead silent for a moment.

“Wow,” Roman exhales. “How do you manage to sound so nerdy even when you’re being mushy?”

“It’s a talent only for the true intellectuals,” you butt in, reaching your hand across to grab Logan’s. “See you guys later,” you wink and dash out of the kitchen, pulling Logan along with you. You go into the closet and shut the door.

Logan let’s out a long sigh of relief, “You know, we don’t have to hide in here anymore,”

“Yeah…” you chuckle. “Did Virge really see us? We were being so careful,”

“I suppose not careful enough,” he grins. “But it no longer matters,”

You smile, pressing yourself against him and he wraps his arms around your waist, “That was really sweet what you said,”

“Well it’s true. Loving you has taught me much, and I wouldn’t trade it for the knowledge of a thousand books,”

“You’re adorable,”

“Only for you,” he smirks. He tightens his arms around you and gently captures your lips. You grab the collar of his shirt and deepen the kiss, only stopping when a bright light hits your eyes.

You both look towards the door to see Patton standing there with his mouth wide open.

“Oh! Uh, sorry kiddos,” he grabs his coat. “Just needed to get this, uh, thing,”

You cover your eyes and slam your head into Logan’s chest in embarrassment.

“Anyways, have fun! Stay safe!” Patton waves and closes the door.

“I’m beginning to think it would be favorable to find a new designated affection spot,”

“Yeah…but not yet,” you pull him back to you, kissing him hard.

[dingdonghun]

hello I was tagged by @donghanse my little baby to do my top 10 kpop/korean releases of the year! Thank you so much for tagging me, Ducky! I'm probably going to put more effort into this than necessary. 

Spoiler: I did

So Beautiful - DPR IAN dude this song is... One of the most beautiful songs I've ever heard. A bop. It's been out for over 3 months and I've listened to it every single day.

No Blueberries - DPR IAN, CL & DPR LIVE ... Listen. Yes. It's two in a row. I'm in love with his music what do you want from me? It blows my mind... Amazing

Goblin (Favorite Boys) - A.C.E obviously bro this is my favorite group and this song? The music video? Game changing. Legendary. I know people always say "nobody does it like ___" but for REAL... nobody does it like A.C.E. I wish they'd get the attention they deserve. It still doesn’t even have 10mil views and it was released September 1st. A CRIME

Losing You & Open Mind - Wonho I know this is two songs but Losing You wasn't technically his solo debut, it was a little gift to the fans before Open Mind. When I tell you I cried my eyes out to Losing You every time I heard it... That man always has loved his fans more than any other idol I know. Many come close, but I think Wonho tops it. And his debut, Open Mind... I'm so proud of him. He has his own sound.

You'll Be Happy - Jooheon's cover. Listen... This song touched my heart and the passion he sings it with is insane... It also made me realize how truly unrestricted he is when it comes to talent.

Tell Ya!, Darling - Sik-K Yeah it's two songs but he uploaded it into one video so you can't stop me from counting it as one 😔 this release was SO beautiful... It's vibey and addicting and I recommend giving it a listen! Darling touches me the most lowkey

Kiss Me + Neon - DPR LIVE okay YEAH THIS ONE IS TWO SONGS TOO but it's the same situation as the last!! Before this dropped I had just recently found his music (and the whole DPR team in general) and loved every single song. This was the first release after stanning and the music video was so beautiful, the songs match perfectly with the vibe and the whole experience was just so ethereal for me. Kiss Me especially means a lot to me. (The full version)

Misfit - NCT U this is absolutely one of my favorite releases.... FIRE. I love this type of vibe

THANXX - ATEEZ ayayayaya 🔥 honestly they just don't care about anyone’s opinions. As they SHOULDN’T

Mmmh - Kai obviously you know I have to put this here. Legendary. Iconic. Forehead smooches for Jongin. So proud

And that’s that! 

Honorable mentions below the cut

Honorable mentions just means “more released that I like just as much as those 10 but this tag game won’t let me post more than 10 and also there is a gif limit” sfdkjhufdukdh

Literally Jooheon’s entire album

Any cover song any member of Monsta X have released (I’m looking at Yoo Kihyun)

Any cover song A.C.E has released this year

Literally every single Taemin song released this year

Literally every single WayV, SuperM and NCT song released this year (I’m sorry there is way too much to link here, you’ll have to do some research lmao)

Kai’s entire album

Gemini - Going

Pretty Please - Jackson Wang

Every Monsta X album and song put out this year

A.C.E’s entire Butterfly Phantasy album

Stand By You - A.C.E

Pillows - eaJ x Keshi

All of BTS releases (Daechwita SCHALPS)

All of Stray Kids releases

All of ATEEZ releases (especially the Black Cat Nero cover)

(I have run out of energy to link things RIP)

And a lot more but I have run out of energy. Just know, generally all of the releases from R&B, HipHop and Rap Korean artists.

... oh, and Gunshot by KARD slaps

[pennywisesbarbie]

Could i please get an arthur x fem|reader fic where they fell in love although the girls is younger and then he finds out that shes struggling with anorexia, nothing too serious but she doesnt like to eat and she feels bad when he touches her because she feels fat although shes already pretty skinny and he wants to comfort her. Sorry my ask is kind of a mess and sorry if it was disturbing for you, i obviously understand if you dont wanna write it

This blog moved to @little-lily-w​

A/N: So… I know I can write this pretty well since I know that anorexia bitch from my own experience. I can write about the topic without it disturbing me but if you are triggered easily by it, then stay safe and don´t read it.

The way on the subway back home has been a chaotic nightmare that you managed to suffer in silence. Despite that, Arthur has been well aware of how you surreptitiously squirmed your body while seating next to him each time the transport shook off and you felt the fabric of your dress pressing against the skin. This fucking dress. Medium length but tight as hell. Honestly if it weren´t because Arthur likes it so much on you and it was the night he was invited to a comedy show in a nice bar of the city, you wouldn´t even have wanted the garment an inch near of you. But he was happy, and seeing your man smile at you with those lovely eyes was worth the effort at the moment.

But now, back at home, first thing you do is run to the bedroom to take off the dress and throw it violently on the floor. Arthur walks in right after you, hearing how you huff when you sit on the bed.

-Are you that sleepy? – he asks when you quickly move under the sheets.

-Um… yeah… it was a long night – you give your back at him and bite the inner part of your cheeks holding your tears in.

The room is filled with the sound of him unbuttoning his jacket. Then the zip of his trousers and the removal of his shoes which he leaves right next to yours. But this time he doesn´t occupy his side of the bed. Instead, he takes advantage of the furniture being in the center of the room to walk to your side, not accepting you giving your back at him.

-What? – you ask and you are left with no other choice than allowing him space on your side. You try to move backwards to his part but he holds you tightly – Don´t do that – you whisper.

-Why not? – he asks, chin resting on your head.

-It´s not comfortable.

-Is this better? – he moves his hands to cup your cheeks and kiss you, creating a cross with smooches in your mouth, cheekbones and forehead.

-Yes, it is.

Silence.

-You looked so beautiful with that black dress on. I mean, you´d have looked beautiful even with my daily clown costume.

-Don´t lie to me – you chuckle.

-I don´t – he replies serious – I was going to ask you if you want me to prepare dinner but you didn´t give me time.

-I´m not hungry but thank you.

-Now, who´s the one lying to me? I know what you are doing, Y/N – he continues and you move your face away from his hands to look down and not having to face his gaze – What I don´t understand is why.

-I don´t know what you are talking…

-Don´t, don´t. Don´t try to trick me. I´ve been observing your behavior this month because I know we don´t have a lot of money but it doesn´t justify the fact that you´ve dropped a lot of weight the last couple months.

-I don´t want to talk about this – you attempt again to turn around but it´s useless because he holds you tighter.

-Well, it´s a pity but I won´t stay here and watch you consume yourself just because it´s a hard topic.

-I´m not consuming myself.

-Then what do you call it?

-It´s because I sometimes feel fat, that´s it.

-So fat is a feeling now…

-No, it´s… I want to be beautiful, then I have to be skinny.

-Beautiful? For whom? Because I´ve told you that you are the most beautiful thing in this world for me.

-You wouldn´t think the same if I were fat.

-Oh really?

-Yes.

-Tell me something, my love. Do you love me?

-Of course I do!

-Do you think I am beautiful?

-What are you even asking, Arthur? You´re the cutest guy in the world. I love you and I think you are beautiful and that you have the most beautiful baby smile a woman could even wish to see when she wakes up – you tell him and he smiles at your sweet words, kissing the tip of your nose.

-But do you think I am like those ripped guys who seem to get women attraction all easily? Or that I am pretty thin to be considered handsome in today society?

-Well, you are not exactly muscular.

-And you are still in love with me. You see? How beautiful you are has nothing to do with what you look like but with which eyes are looking at you. And why would you even waste your precious time suffering to fit in a shape for people who wouldn´t even care about your pain in the first place?

You contemplate his shiny eyes in silence.

-It´s not that easy.

-I know. And I don´t expect you to understand this right now. But you will get there.

-Can you… can you hold me again?

-Of course my darling – he moves his hands back to your waist, grabbing the skin from the area and before you can even complain about it, he moves on top of you and devours your mouth making you forget about it – You are eating your three meals with me starting from tomorrow. I don´t care if I have to get back home to check on you.

-But Arthur…

-Ah, ah, ah, no complaints. I wasn´t asking. Now, how about I make love to this sweet body of yours that I enjoy so much?

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