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Setbacks - Chou Tzuyu pt 1
Tzuyu x f!reader
Fluff, suggestive?
The girls find out they are the reason why Tzuyu isn't getting some with you
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(italics are for flashbacks in this one!)
Part 1:
The laughter echoing the room surrounded nine girls who were excitedly telling stories that probably would have stayed in their minds if it weren’t for the alcohol in their veins.
“That’s when I knew she was the one,” Jihyo slurred, taking another sip of her beer can, “it was the way her tongue pressed against me that made me just…” she shuddered, gaining tipsy giggles from her friends who had their cheeks tinted pink.
“I guess I’ll have to try that with Miyeon,” Sana chipped in shyly, getting cheers from the other girls. “I mean, the sex is good but we can always improve it, right?”
Nayeon nodded firmly before turning her head to the youngest of them all.
“You haven’t said a word,” the older girl pointed out, her eyes squinting at their maknae’s evasive gaze.
“I bet Y/N is really good at it,” Chaeyoung nudged Tzuyu, trying to get her to tell all the nasty details of your love life, “she looks like the kind to be in control, don’t you love that Tzuyu?”
Tzuyu was shy. All the stories her unnies told a couple of minutes ago were hot, really hot. She didn’t know sex could be enjoyed in so many different ways. She wasn’t inexperienced, in fact, she had several ex lovers that taught them all she knew so far.
However, you were her first girl. It was all new for her.
Since the first time you saw each other, your fate was sealed. The instant connection between the two of you couldn’t be denied, everyone saw it so it wasn’t a surprise when she finally came out to her members and eventually they helped her to get to you.
You were kind, passionate, she loved the way you made her feel but…
“We haven’t done it yet”.
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Tzuyu was embarrassed.
No, scratch that. Tzuyu was mortified.
Those words shouldn’t have left her mouth, shouldn’t even have left her mind. It was a split of a second that she lost control of her own actions due to the alcohol and the words simply slipped out.
Eight pairs of widened eyes directed at her, trying to process what their maknae said.
“But…” Chaeyoung carefully replied, “haven’t you gotten together almost four months ago?”
Tzuyu groaned and hid her face in her hands. “Five,” she whispered, feeling her face getting even redder than before.
No one said a word for several minutes, trying to avoid any more awkward moments for her. It was enough that she had told them you two have zero sex life in all those months of dating.
“Well,” Mina said, trying to avoid eye contact, “it’s okay if you wanna wait or if she wants to wait for the right moment, there’s no rush for such things. You can even decide it doesn’t have to happen and it would be totally fine”.
The other girls agreed immediately, nodding to Mina’s words and trying to encourage Tzuyu.
“But…” the youngest replied sadly, “I do want it to happen… I just…”
“You don’t know how?” Jihyo asked, carefully, trying not to cross any more boundaries.
“I guess I kind of know how,” Tzuyu replied, “I just don’t know if she wants it too”.
A chorus of understanding replies were heard and it relieved a little of Tzuyu's worries.
“Haven’t you talked about it?” Mina asked.
And Tzuyu tried to remember when was the last time you tried to talk it out.
“This movie is weird,” Tzuyu said, lifting her head from your chest and locking her gaze with yours. Her body was sprawled out on the living room couch she shared with her members.
“It is,” you agreed, caressing her waist with the hand that was firmly gripping her side. Your fingertips passed softly over the side of her boob.
Her breath hitched.
You felt her head find its place on the crook of your neck but this time her arms wrapped your waist as she pushed her hand under your shirt to caress your tummy.
“I’m going to find another movie,” you suggested while pressing a kiss on the top of her head.
With one hand, you took the remote and kept scrolling through several titles, trying to get an idea of whatever those movies could be about. With the other, you pulled Tzuyu against your body and your fingertips kept drawing patterns on her skin.
She couldn’t help but let the desire run through her body, wishing you could finally and properly play with her now hardened nipples.
Tzuyu didn’t understand why it was so difficult with you. In her previous relationships, the guys she dated couldn’t even wait to feel her up. In less than two dates, they were already under her shirt, trying to open also her jeans button.
“Wanna go to my room?” she simply asked.
Deep in her heart, she wished it would have come out as a sexy whisper, as a suggestive invitation to do whatever you wanted to do to her. Her mind was foggy with desire for you and the only thing she wanted at that moment was to have you between her legs.
Your gaze found hers trying to decipher what those beautiful eyes were trying to say.
And as soon as you were about to reply, the front door opened, revealing two loud girls with their shopping bags ready to show them what they had gotten from their last spree.
Tzuyu groaned.
“Sorry about that,” Jihyo said, remembering it was her and Nayeon a couple of months ago.
“So you were gonna do it before you got interrupted,” Chaeyoung reasoned, elbowing the youngest, wiggling her eyebrows.
“Were we?” Tzuyu asked, rhetorically. “I mean, I don’t know for sure if she wants it too, I’m just assuming she was going to say yes”.
“Come on,” Jeongyeon replied, “of course she wants it, you just have to see the signs!”
“But what are those signs?” Tzuyu asked again, “when I was with guys, I knew because I could physically see their… you know… but what am I supposed to see when I’m with her? How do I know she also wants it?” she grimaced, shoving her face into her hands once again.
“Haven’t you made out until you give each other that look?” Jihyo asked, trying to see if Tzuyu was missing anything.
“You look tired,” you said softly, noticing Tzuyu getting too comfortable on the floor of their practice room.
“I am,” she pouted, feeling your hands roaming her back, your fingers making pressure right behind her neck. She pushed her head to the side so you could keep going with the little massage you were providing her.
“You are tense,” you said, getting a slight nod from her. “I know what’s going to help you relax,” you proposed, not even giving her a second to react before pressing your lips against the skin of her neck.
A long sigh left her lips. You kissed the side of her neck up to her ear where you whispered sweet nothings as your arms wrapped around her waist.
She turned around and captured your lips with hers. You pressed your bodies together as she pushed you against the wall.
As soon as your back hit the glass, you took the chance to shove your tongue in her mouth, trying to bring her even closer. She let you have dominance and let a soft moan leave her lips.
Your hand made its way up to her chest, ghosting over her clothed boob, when she pushed her chest against you and you finally massaged her the way she was craving. You left a needy groan off your lips when you realized how hard her nipple was and lowered your kisses to her neck.
Tzuyu threw her head to the side to give you more access when your other hand made its way under her shirt. As soon as your fingertips touched her bare skin, your gazes found each other in silent permission. Tzuyu was filled with the desire of having your hands all over her body.
Her eyes were screaming yes, begging you to go ahead and make her feel good.
Until several footsteps were heard outside of the practice room as loud voices approached the door.
You two separated immediately.
“Oh my God!” Jeongyeon screamed, “Could you two stop getting on the way while Tzuyu is about to get some?!” she exasperatedly asked Jihyo and Nayeon, who were trying to suppress their laughs.
“How were we supposed to know?!” Jihyo replied, almost offended.
“It’s okay unnies,” Tzuyu said, almost defeatedly, “the time will come, but I guess it will take time”.
“You two clearly want each other,” Nayeon said, feeling a little guilty she was also getting in the middle even if it wasn’t her intention, “you just haven’t had the chance to go for it”.
Tzuyu shrugged.
“We’ll get you the right time and place, Tzu,” Jihyo offered, getting a hopeful look from her maknae. “Just say the word and we’ll arrange everything for you two and we promise not to interrupt anymore”.
The other girls nodded in agreement, expecting Tzuyu’s answer.
Tzuyu smiled shyly. It wasn’t their fault, yet they were once again going over their own extents to make her happy.
She felt grateful.
“I'd love that,” she simply replied, smiling excitedly.
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Part 2
#tzuyu x f!reader#tzuyu x reader#twice x reader#twice x f!reader#tzuyu fluff#tzuyu suggestive#twice fluff#twice suggestive#twice imagine#twice scenario#tzuyu imagine#tzuyu scenario#soulkeeper801
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ALRIGHT
OKAY !
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her abs….
like grinding on her abs- she would look so cute whining that she wants to taste u, but no. she was teasing u on stage and now she has to learn. pouty face [:(] bc she just wants u.
“mommy pls!! need to taste u” “should have thought about that. now shhh” as u keep grinding, holding her hands above her head so she can’t touch u (meanie)
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the first draft of can we get closer (let's get closer) -- i couldn't bear not posting it, since it is completed :)
(expect similarities, though it's quite different!)
jihyo / tzuyu, 2k. suggestive (basically smut) // MEN DNI
tzuyu has never liked tattoos.
she's never liked the idea of pain leaving a permanent mark, created by someone else, no less.
perhaps if she were a little more artistic, had a little more in way of creative self-expression. perhaps then she would learn to fully appreciate them, like how chaeyoung did.
she liked them on other people, though, enjoyed looking at all of chaeyoung's little works.
but for now, tzuyu is content without any of her own.
confidently so, she's always thought.
yet here she is, eyes fixated on one park jihyo, suddenly intrigued.
jihyo was, by no means, a close friend. a mutual contact at best and one tzuyu has never really thought much past her profession.
but it's this exact thought that has tzuyu hooked, curiosity piqued. what does park jihyo's tattoos look like?
chaeyoung has fallen asleep on the couch by now, their planning session definitely lasting longer than expected, but jihyo hasn't left, and tzuyu is too distracted to want to leave.
she's too distracted by jihyo.
she can't stop looking at the edges of faded black beneath the sleeves of jihyo's tee, can’t stop catching glimpses of carefully lined maroon when jihyo's lifts her arms just so, stretching languidly from sketching too long. the hem of her crop rises slightly to reveal more ink, right around her ribcage.
tzuyu tilts her head subconsciously, entranced.
unfortunately for her, jihyo is perceptive – and bold.
"checking me out?" she chuckles, throwing tzuyu a playful wink. sets her pen down, happy for an excuse to talk to this friend of chaeyoung she's always seen around, but never got the chance to know. it's casual, flirty.
but tzuyu isn't so easily shaken. "yeah, just… curious." they've interacted enough for her to be honest, she thinks.
jihyo smiles, slightly amused, how tzuyu cuts to the chase so quickly. "see anything you like?"
"okay, i'm not checking you out, just curious."
"sorry, sorry," jihyo laughs, somehow enjoying tzuyu's deadpan way of banter. "pretty girls make me say stupid things."
she pushes herself off the ground and joins tzuyu, the leather couch sinking gently under her. "curious about what?"
it's the most they've talked ever; the most she's heard tzuyu talk, so jihyo naturally wants to keep the conversation going, if only to hear tzuyu's voice more.
"your…," tzuyu says, unexpectedly sheepish at the suddenly very real prospect of jihyo flirting.
"um… your tattoos?" she words it as a question, just so it doesn't come off too imposing – also because she'd been snapped out of her thoughts and in that moment, wasn't thinking of anything but is she flirting?
jihyo doesn't seem to mind her uncertainty at all.
"oh, you saw?" she looks down at her exposed abdomen, before lifting her cropped tee just a little more, and tzuyu gets her first taste of what exactly she hasn't seen.
"they're a bit hidden, but i promise i'm not a tattoo artist who hasn't experienced a tattoo before," jihyo says, like tzuyu was a potential customer expressing her worries. "don't worry."
except that wasn't really what tzuyu was asking for, so she bites her tongue.
but it's like jihyo reads her mind, or maybe tzuyu isn't very good at hiding her emotions, because she asks, "wanna see more?"
"really?" tzuyu perks up, brows raising in anticipation. "do you have pictures?"
"no, but i can show you now," jihyo offers, and tzuyu practically beams.
if tzuyu had a tail, jihyo thinks it would definitely be wagging right now, because she nods so quickly that jihyo can't help but let the excitement rub off her.
she thought tzuyu was shy at first, because they'd never talked much; then, a little stoic in the way she spoke –
but now, tzuyu's just cute.
jihyo lifts the hem of her tee, wisps of red and black revealed. tzuyu leans in, and she makes out a fragment of a flame, curving right below the underside of jihyo's chest. it's elegant in its form, less patchwork like chaeyoung’s and more cohesive.
"i have these, another just halfway down my shoulder, and one more on my back," jihyo explains, eager to share. "it's a big one, but not too big."
she takes off her shirt, and tzuyu jolts back in surprise, heart in her throat.
"oh, you– " you don't have to, is what she means to say, but the moment she sees the tattoo on jihyo's back, she forgets.
it's a breathtaking tattoo, brushstroke-like details, similar to the ones on her ribcage. the red and blacks are a constant theme, and they flow down the dip of her spine, spreading over her shoulder blades and fading off in the edges.
"did it hurt?" tzuyu asks, voice softer, like jihyo's delicately drawn tattoos simply warranted something more gentle. she reaches out to touch, a curious moth to a flame; traces her fingers over the lines. "it's beautiful."
jihyo feels goosebumps rise in the wake of tzuyu's touch, but her chest swells with pride at tzuyu's comment. "it hurt, but it was worth it, so they cancel out, yeah?” she reasons. “are you thinking of getting one?"
"definitely worth it," tzuyu agrees. she didn't know she had a preference for tattoos, but she thinks she might have one now. they looked incredibly good on others, namely jihyo. "but no, i don't like pain."
"didn't think you were a scaredy cat," jihyo teases, grin sly.
the jibe is enough to snap tzuyu out of her trance, and she folds her arms back into her chest with a huff. "not liking pain doesn't mean i'm scared of it," she scoffs. "i would just rather not experience it."
jihyo laughs at tzuyu's silly workaround, a light chuckle leaving her lips that, if not for the fact they were the only ones talking, tzuyu would not have heard.
"who says pain has to be bad?" jihyo muses, leaning into where tzuyu had leaned back. "won't know until you try, right?"
at this point, tzuyu isn't sure if jihyo's still joking or not. it's the same laid back expression, the one she had when she'd called tzuyu pretty, but the words here don't feel quite the same.
"what do you mean?" tzuyu asks.
"you know, like how people talk about mixing pain with pleasure," jihyo says, taking tzuyu's hand in hers.
"like how… if i do this – " she tugs hard, and tzuyu falls forward with a yelp. " –the suspense hurts," jihyo giggles. "but then there're also these butterflies in your tummy."
yeah, there're butterflies in her tummy, but she can't say they're from the pain of her hitched breaths – can't say they're not from jihyo's proximity.
tzuyu is suddenly acutely aware that jihyo is topless, and the only reason she isn't all over jihyo is because she's holding herself up.
"this is– this is different," tzuyu denies resolutely, but she sounds a little out of breath. "not the same as… a tattoo."
"it's about the feeling, tzuyu," jihyo says, eyes fleeting down to tzuyu's lips, then back up.
tzuyu's chest tightens, and she doesn't know if it's the butterflies, or whatever it is jihyo is making her feel.
but isn't that how it always goes – flame burning moth the moment they touch.
there's a beat.
a short one, but a thousand thoughts run through tzuyu's mind in that fraction of a second.
jihyo's eyes bore into hers, and all of tzuyu's thoughts condense into a single sentence –
she’s so pretty.
tzuyu stops breathing.
"can i kiss you?"
it's jihyo who asks.
she's quiet.
can i kiss you?
there's the soft exhale of their breaths, anticipation palpable. a tiny spark.
"you’re really pretty," tzuyu whispers.
all the butterflies come back.
the spark bursts like wildfire, the moment jihyo leans in to press her lips into hers.
jihyo tastes warm, so warm it spreads down tzuyu's neck, into her chest, and she hates that they're in this position now, because she wants her hands on jihyo; wants to feel all that warmth in its entirety.
she doesn’t really know how they’ve gotten here, how they’ve moved so quickly, but doesn’t really care.
the only place tzuyu can reach is jihyo's ribcage, so she does just that, thumbs pressing into ink, fingers curving into her sides. "i really like your tattoos," she murmurs in between kisses.
"mhm," jihyo hums, searching for tzuyu's lips again. "i like you.”
she gives tzuyu another peck, and tzuyu can’t really reply, especially not with jihyo nipping. her teeth close gently with tzuyu’s lips in between, tugging until it hurts ever so slightly, enough to make tzuyu suck in a breath.
“unnie– “ tzuyu mewls, tasting copper on her tongue and digging her fingers into jihyo’s sides. the sensation is odd, but jihyo kisses the pain away.
“that hurt,” tzuyu murmurs.
“that was the goal,” jihyo says, nosing the underside of tzuyu’s jaw before placing another kiss there.
she sucks lightly, and tzuyu feels teeth again, probing. she notes jihyo’s penchant for biting, and is about to reprimand her again for the pain, but then jihyo sucks where she’s bitten, and all tzuyu can do is squirm and instinctively cant her head upward, the buzz that crawls down her neck suddenly addicting.
jihyo pulls back then, licking her lips at the sight of the reddening mark under tzuyu’s jaw. “you look so pretty, all marked up.”
tzuyu barely has a second to respond before jihyo dives in again, this time to the base of her neck, right at the edge of her collarbone. she does the same thing over – sucking, biting, licking – painful, but less so now that tzuyu has experienced it, and there’s such a pleasant hum that follows, making her stomach curl deliciously, choking back her whimpers.
“unnie,” tzuyu breathes out, a silent request she can’t find the words for in her current state of mind.
she wants jihyo to touch her properly, to sate that heat in her tummy, maybe mark her up there, and jihyo can see it in the way tzuyu has unconsciously started moving her hips against her thighs too, grinding with evident desperation.
but she can also hear chaeyoung shuffling, the telltale shifting of someone on the verge of waking up, so jihyo licks at tzuyu’s collarbone a final time, and pulls back.
“not now,” jihyo whispers, hands finding purchase on tzuyu’s waist to stop her from getting off completely on jihyo’s thigh. “chaeyoung."
a short, high pitched sound escapes tzuyu’s throat, a meek whine that encapsulates all her frustration perfectly. it's like her entire vocabulary has dwindled down to nothing, and it's embarrassing the way she even thinks of begging. "unnie…"
"you're so cute, tzuyu," jihyo muses. she bites at tzuyu's neck again, and the sting is warm and insistent.
but tzuyu's also uncomfortably wet now, soaked through with nothing to satiate her. "i still… don't like pain," she huffs, just to annoy jihyo.
"hey, i haven’t shown you what that really is yet,” jihyo teases. “give me an answer the next time i come over.”
the promise of next time makes tzuyu’s tummy flutter; those stupid butterflies jihyo keeps giving her.
she doesn’t entertain jihyo with a response, sitting up and untangling their legs. jihyo laughs, tzuyu’s tantrum terribly endearing, and she’s about to tease a little more before chaeyoung lets out an audible groan.
tzuyu’s eyes widen, and jihyo quickly slips on her shirt. they hold their breath when chaeyoung starts rubbing the sleep out her eyes, groaning again. “this fucking couch… i’m moving to my bed.”
she doesn’t even spare them a glance, trudging to her bedroom in muted thuds.
tzuyu and jihyo exchange looks, before they start giggling uncontrollably.
“i think that’s my cue to leave,” jihyo laughs, trying to regain her composure.
she leans in, puckering her lips, as if asking for a goodbye kiss.
tzuyu taps her cheeks lightly. “next time.”
jihyo narrows her eyes. tzuyu smiles slyly.
“fine,” jihyo pouts. “try not to dream about me.”
with a flirtatious wink, she’s out the door.
tzuyu lets it simmer for a bit, burning the memory of jihyo’s tattoos into her mind. red, black, and flowy. the ones on her ribs curve into her sides, another on her shoulders inching down to her collarbones. and then her back, following the dip of her spine, over her shoulder blades.
a trail of red is scattered down tzuyu’s neck, jihyo’s marks etched into her skin.
#twice imagines#jihyo x tzuyu#park jihyo#chou tzuyu#jitzu#twice suggestive#twice fics#happy birthday to all the tzu stans that have maybe a little more than one bday 🤧#this is practically smut now that i reread it
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i'll keep it all to myself
7x04 coda (she's back, baby xoxo)
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“Hey, killer.”
Buck winces, mouth already tripping over an apology as he moves into the Diaz living room. “Eddie, I’m so sorry-“
“Buck, I’m kidding,” Eddie interrupts, exasperated and just a little fond. He hasn’t been on the receiving end of that tone in a few days. It’s embarrassing to say he missed it. “Sit down.”
Buck takes the armchair instead of sitting on the couch next to Eddie. He’s not sure why. He never sits in the armchair. Sitting in it now he almost feels…off balance. But then catching sight of Eddie’s foot propped up on the coffee table sobers him immediately and he forgets all about the strange discomfort in his stomach.
Reaching for the cushion behind him, he gets up again. “You should have something under that,” he says, gently lifting Eddie’s leg to place the cushion on the table. He lowers it again carefully, nodding in satisfaction when Eddie’s foot is nestled safely in the cushion. “The table is too hard.”
“Oh sorry, I thought I was the one with real medical training,” Eddie quips but there’s no bite behind the words.
“Yeah but I’m the one with crush injury experience,” Buck says, kicking his own legs up on the table in proof.
Eddie opens his mouth as if to argue back but then closes it again, rolling his eyes, but his lips twitch a bit. Just at the corners.
“Eddie, I really am sorry,” he says, straightening in his seat and forcing himself to meet Eddie’s gaze properly. “I don’t know what I was thinking. I just got so-“
“I know,” Eddie replies, quiet and careful and devoid of any of his earlier teasing. “But you know you can talk to me, right? Like, it’s me Buck. You can just tell me when something’s wrong.”
Buck does know that. He knows he can tell Eddie everything. Anything. The bad and the good.
Which means he should be able to clear this up right away, right? He should just be able to say, ‘Hey, I was apparently working through some latent feelings I never knew I had. And I took that out on you. But guess what! I like Tommy and he likes me back and we have a date Saturday!’
But thinking about telling Eddie that Tommy kissed him makes his chest constrict in a way that he doesn’t expect. So he tucks it up in a neat little box in the corner of his mind for now and focuses on making sure Eddie’s okay. Because he can do that. He knows how to do that.
“I’m an idiot,” he says. “And if you want I will totally give you one free punch so we’re even.”
Eddie huffs a quiet laugh. “I could never hit you.”
“Should I go get Christopher’s Legos instead and step on them with my shoes off?”
Eddie lets out a real laugh then, the kind that makes his eyes close and his head fall back against the couch cushion, and Buck feels so much affection for him well up inside him he’s almost breathless with it.
“You’re an idiot,” Eddie tells him. “And a martyr. Seriously, Buck, I don’t care. I just want to make sure you and I are okay.”
“Of course we are,” Buck says, without actually stopping to interrogate if that’s true or not.
They are, he thinks. The fact that something absolutely life altering happened to him an hour ago and he somehow can’t make himself tell Eddie about it is…inconsequential.
He’s just hedging his bets. Not trying to get ahead of himself before he has yet another failed romance.
“In that case, can you go to the fridge and get us some beers?” Eddie asks, pulling Buck back to reality.
“You shouldn’t be drinking,” Buck says, even as he stands. Maybe they can split a beer. Half a bottle shouldn’t hurt. “Tommy says you’re on pain meds.”
“Oh, so you guys talked?”
Eddie says it unassumingly and when Buck freezes at the dining table and looks over his shoulder he finds that Eddie isn’t even looking at him. He’s leaning forward on the couch, adjusting his leg, but when Buck takes too long to answer he raises his head and gives him an expectant look.
“Yeah,” Buck murmurs, the phantom rasp of Tommy’s stubble against his mouth still tingling and making him want to reach up and touch his lips. That would give too much away though. “We talked.”
Eddie smiles, nodding his approval. “Good. Maybe all three of us can actually hang out together now.”
The thought immediately makes Buck’s stomach swoop with something unnameable but he doesn’t let it show on his face.
“Sure,” he breathes. “Sounds great.”
#buddie#evan buckley#eddie diaz#911#911 spoilers#7x04#my fics#i wrote this in 20 mins and read it twice but here u go lmao#i will try to write a couple of the prompts/suggestions people sent me tomorrow when my brain is functioning normally again 😘
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there's no way the bathroom at peppino's pizza is actually that big but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ . hey ummm anyway.... i care them...... anyway there's a lil ramble on my take on fake pep's like psyche or whatever in tags on the og post if ur into that kinda thing :y
hey! it's a series! fake peppino world tour: [noise] [noisette] [peppino]<- u are here [gustavo] [gerome] [noisette again]
#ramble after realtags yeag. shoutout to serrangelic btw suggesting the silhouettes thing bc i would have Died otherwise#pizza tower#peppino spaghetti#fake peppino#gustavo and brick#arting#pizzaposting#so anyway i think fake peppino has like. a general awareness that he is supposed to Be Peppino and that he was Made to do that#and likewise he does generally try to...do that. the thing he does NOT realize is hes like really goddamn bad at it#not to be mean but like...c'mon. they are pretty distinctly different kinds of guys even beyond the physiology yknow.#he's neither on-brand nor fooling anyone dsjdsjjkgfsd. BUT!#since the rest of the cast generally likes him [at least as I play it] he thinks hes doing just fine#he's like 'oh they r happy with me so i must be getting a good grade in being peppino :)'#so getting told that 'yeah you actually really suck at that but that was never the reason people liked you'#and told that by og model peppino no less--yknow THE guy he's supposed to be living up to#who's already a bit intimidating for that and who ALSO totally wrecked him TWICE in the tower#making him acutely familiar with just how formidable the guy is and how much there IS to live up to....#it's a Moment for sure. not really a sad or hurt one though. just... contemplative.#thinking abt people liking him for being the guy he's already naturally been being even though that guy is Not Peppino#i don't think he's gonna be super broken up about realizing he has a bad grade in peppino given everything else hes got now#nor do i really think he cares enough to go like reinvent himself or whatever after the fact#he seems to b pretty clearly having fun with it already so i think he just keeps doing that#and in some cases he still has the pre-installed peppino traits/instincts like to cooka da pizza. and that's fine#is this projection. yes. but if youve been following me awhile you know most of my character writing is ghdhfdgf#gonna kinda expand on all this in the gerome one which is...one after next. itll be a bit but man.#anyway peppino will never admit to anyone and especially not himself that he's gotten a little attached to the guy. hee hoo#pep tends to be kinda surly but he certainly has his ways of showing he cares. all of which are on display here#''that thing is not my son'' says man currently watching thing's antics with the 'bemused dad' arms crossed pose. yeah ok buddy.#gus is totally onto him already but hes not gonna say anything.#if u read all this ur prize is not having to go decode fp's rot13. his lines are ''meant to be you...?'' and ''wrong question.''
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"I don't really wear much anymore, but luckily Mistress found another use for all my ribbons! She's soooo much smarter than me~ I'm so lucky to belong to her!"
Another drawing of the pet princess from a while ago! (Also would anyone be willing to commission a sketch like this for ~15-20 dollars? And if not what should I price them at? I would like money in order to make purchases gkfnsbs)
#nsft art#wlw nsft#lesbian nsft#also since I've drawn her twice she gets a name according to my oc rules... Feel free to leave suggestions in replies/tags!#hypno art#hypnosis#(implied)
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haha.. ha..... ojh
#labyqueue#labyposting#monster x mediator#monsterxmediator#nauseaxe 404#nauseaxe_404#your biggest fan#headlocker#my art#labyart#fanart#ohhhj to be tossed about and manhandled by some nearly-human monster thats almost twice my height and lacks self-control....#suggestive#maybe?? not really but idk
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sanctum
#FAITH game#faith the unholy trinity#john ward#played it through twice before and then watched a friend play it through again. it's been on the mind#want 2 do more art for it at some point... character suggestions are welcome. cant promise much but yaknow :y
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Possible nicknames Lenore called Annabel in life go:
"Anniebell": Sometimes the smallest changes are the cutest, okay? Anniebell Lee sounds adorable as hell and I'll stick by it. Imagine Annabel trying to admonish Lenore for saying some wild shit at a Rich Persons Gala™️ or smth but she keeps breaking out into giggles like, "You- you can't just say that pet!" and Lenore playfully replying, "Oh whatever do you mean, Anniebell Lee?" like UGH I hate them somebody throw hammers at em already 💥💥🔨🔨🔨
“My moon”: in relation to the Annabel Lee poem (‘for the moon never beams/Without bringing me dreams/Of the wonderful Annabel Lee’) and also there’s smth so flavorful of the character with a color palette more akin to the Sun (long shiny blonde hair, warm colored eyes, seemingly more outwardly personality, etc) being called the moon like I loveee contrasting design choices‼️‼️
“Angel”: Also a reference to the poem (but like, worse because it was the angels that separated em) and can be easily pulled from Annabel’s name
“Petal”: Or some other variation of a flower based nickname because imma sad, sad bisexual who loves ✨flower motifs✨ just a bit too much
Anything in Dutch: This can be like common ones like “liefje” (darling) or the previous entries but in Dutch idk go crazy go stupid
“Locket”: An unconventional pick pulled from Annabel’s last name Whitlock + lockets containing pieces of hair from your other half being T H E romantic gesture of the century back then, so, like. Idk. Hear me out like okay I think Lenore could be the unconventional route (I mean girly already faked her death via arson and pulled a Mulan to get the girl soooo you see what I’m putting down?) and like like LIKKEEE⁉️⁉️⁉️ Imagine with me Lenore telling her girl, “You’re the locket I keep nearest to my heart” (many necklaces back then had a chain just long enough for the locket to rest above the wearer’s heart) and it evolves to Lenore calling Annabel smth like “my dearest, my locket” LIKE YOU HAVE TO IMAGINE WITH ME!!! GUYS MY VISION IS VISIONING!!! 🦅🗣️🌈🗣️🗣️🦅🦅🌈🗣️🦅🦅
@incorrect-nevermore cmere and witness my madness
#some of the emojis only show up in mobile format sigh this is my cross to bear#yes its a running joke of mine to measure things on a scale of 'in relation to how much so and so suffered compared to jesus h christ-'#for example penny poldenina died painfully TWICE like girly defo suffered more than mister holy spirit but thats neither here nor there#jesus still suffered more than me but like. damn bro. my aesthetic#my old wenclair followers if ur still around do NOT come fer me and the 'my moon' suggestion okay I knowwww#i remember my oldass yet decently popular 'my moon' wenclair posts from last year do not recite the ancient magic to me#anything in dutch one tho like cmon Lenore woulldd she would call her sweetie anniebell shit like 'my heart' and shit in Dutch ugh dorknore#tho obviously the locket one is my fave like u have to rlly and truly ENVISION THE VIBES u know?#unconventional pet names fer unconventional couples guys cmon hear me outttt#ugh man these two gayasses are so awful i hope they DOUBLE PERISH bc yeah they already died once whoooppssiesss#nevermore webtoon#white raven#lenore nevermore#lenore vandernacht#annabel lee nevermore#annabel lee whitlock
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inspection (teeth)
#sart#caterina#vasiliy#suggestive#oc#sometimes you want a man twice your size between your legs#who said that?#i Just Realized my babies look like ripoff ger*ta fuck my life#anyway i missed them
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In true FHR fashion, you get to decide what Damien would say, leading to two different 🌶️spicy🌶️ scenes ( iykyk 👀👉🏽👈🏽). Choices/links below the cut:
Let Ricardo take charge
"I want to try something out..."
Disclaimer: Links above lead to gratuitous, self-indulgent smut. Definitely not safe for work. You've been warned.
(Also, reblogs are disabled on the linked posts. So, if you're planning to, reblog this one instead and give the gift of choice to your (adult) followers this Christmas 😊)
#fhr#fallen hero#chargestep#ricardo ortega#sidestep#damien becker#this is set sometime post-puppetcrash where ortega has been a secret crash until damien ran his mouth off and accidentally confessed#also props to actual writers because how the fuck do you write sexy dialogue#the links lead to private posts so let me know if you can't see it#but if it doesn't work maybe because it's a sign from god and you all should think twice about sinning lol#art#my art#suggestive#check out @iansfw if you still can't see it 😭😭
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༻༻༻𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗈𝗇𝖾 1 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝗆𝗒!𝗆𝖺𝗒༺༺༺
ive had this thought: being sandwiched by karina's and jihyo's chests. it would feel like heaven as one pair of tits would be on your face while the other would rest against your head like a pillow 🤤
your wish is my command lol. killing two birds with one stone.
Your Girls - YKN × YN × PJH
WARNING: suggestive smut , short sorry, makeout, heavy petting, a twist on breast play, harddom!karina, mommy!karina, she's a bit rough, dom!jihyo, mommy!jihyo, sub!reader, baby!reader, gn reader (fem implied), fiction ofc
꒦꒷︶︶꒦꒷︶︶︶꒦︶︶꒷꒦
you love your girls, and your girls love you. sure, they're from different walks of life, but they both have something in common:
big boobs.
you loved their above average breast sizes as much as they loved sharing them with you. on mornings karina would caress your head on her warm chest to relax and energize you for the day, and at nights jihyo would lay your sleepyhead on her equally-as-warm chest to help relax and lull you to slumber for the night.
however, when it came to playtime, you didn't know whose chest to love or play with first, or whose chest to give more attention to.
one day, when you had the same dilemma, the older of you three had a plan. "come here," karina said, spreading out her arms to for you, coaxing you near her naked form. you reached for her, only for her to squish your face unto her two jugs. you tried to push away from her, but she had a solid grip around your shoulders. you whined and struggled against karina, making her pout. "isn't this what you wanted baby? why isn't baby being a good girl for mommy and relaxing?"
"no, mommy! not like this-- let's play another way," you tried your best to negotiate. you, however, were met with deaf ears as the arms that accommodated the person with the ears only shifted to rest you cheeks in between the valley of her breasts, occasionally squishing your face so that you could feel the fleshy muscles of the fat that lovingly suffocated you.
on the other side of you was an equally nude jihyo-- your less harsh but still dominating mommy. she usually took your side, so you called out for her in hopes of her saving you from this seductive torture that were your mommy's tits. "jihyo, mommy! help!" you called out. jihyo moved closer to your aide, which did nothing but make karina shove your face harder into her boob, if that was even possible at this point. you now felt unable to move: your mommy's boobs feeling like a tight corset that wrapped it's heavenly muscle against your eyes and mouth, preventing you from doing much anything.
as you did your best to struggle free, jihyo went behind you and pressed her two twin towers she called breasts unto the back of your head, rendering you completely helpless. but helpless you were not-- the loves of your life were blessing you with their sweet breasts against you as if you were a teddy bear they won at the carnival. it just had to take you a while to realize. "there goes our sweet baby," karina cooed, playing with your hair as you sighed along her chest, now beginning to become covered with your drool from letting your mouth also relax as well as the rest of your face. mix that with jihyo's personal pillow cushions on your head, and you were set.
jihyo chuckled. "all it takes is for your mommies to rest our boobs on your needy face and you're set, huh baby?" jihyo lightly teased, her hand touching karina's as they both simultaneously massaged you scalp. you slowly nodded the best you could, hands now grasping onto the women's stomachs as a sense of extra comfort. one could say the position your were in looked uncomfortable, but the way your two girlfriends had you made you actually have the best neck and back support than you've ever had during playtime.
as you fully loosened up to their touch, the two were having the grandest time playing with each other. they kissed each other passionately, touching with their lips and tongues before caressing and squeezing and rubbing each other, as well as you, in perfect rhythm.
arousal started to pool between your legs as each nipple slid over your cheeks and earlobe, karina hugging you from the front as jihyo pressed against you from the back. you moaned for more, but didn't dare want your mommies to stop since they were giving you what you wanted. what you needed.
they wanted and needed this too, as if you were giving them everything they'd ever dreamed about. that special moment that comes with the promise of forbidden fruit, pleasuring all three of you at the same time without worrying about equality. as you got the chance to look up at your mommies and saw how hungry they were for each other and how much they desired you, you knew you couldn't deny them anything—that more would come soon enough.
but then you realized you wouldn't need that after all. they were that more. your girls.
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M I S A M O - 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘀𝗵𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄 🍬
#misamo#sana#momo#mina#sana minatozaki#hirai momo#mina myoui#twice#dailytwice#femadolsedit#femaleidolsedit#femaleidol#ggnet#idolady#dazzlingidolsedit#userkitty#usermandu#usercchuu#tagging myself bc it keeps suggesting i tag myself.. .like yeah im a leo stop#tata gifs#fortwice
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in my dreams you love me back
-- dahyun / tzuyu. 1.9k, fluff / suggestive-ish. MEN DNI.
tzuyu listens to dahyun sing.
tzuyu lies conscious in the dead of night.
she hears dahyun’s voice softly through the walls, wonders if she’s writing a new song.
there's a thought that's long settled itself in the back of her mind.
would it be strange to call her now, for no reason other than to hear her better?
tzuyu surmises it would, especially if dahyun sees her no other way and unrequited lovers shouldn't call each other when they are touch starved and lonely at three am on a friday night.
but her heart is heavy and everything feels so cold by herself.
this hour has never been known for good decisions.
the call rings twice. tzuyu feels a little pathetic.
but she does pick up.
“tzuyu?”
that’s all she needs to be impulsive again.
“can i come over?”
dahyun doesn’t reply.
the world seems to go silent, more silent than it already is. there’s a shuffle on the other line, a phone set aside. tzuyu doesn’t hear a guitar strumming anymore, nor does she hear dahyun breathe.
she regrets asking almost immediately.
“i mean, come over and take that guitar away from you because it’s noisy.”
moments like these, tzuyu wonders why she even tries.
she doesn’t know what’s worst; avoidance as a defense mechanism or clinginess as a coping one. maybe she’s not much of a rational thinker when it comes to dahyun.
dahyun huffs, finally making noise. “hey, i was just fingerpicking, don't exaggerate!"
"well, just- " tzuyu bites her lip. "turn it down!" or else i might just fall that much harder for you and your stupid pretty love songs. or else you'll plague my mind until sunrise and i'll never be able to forget the sound of your voice.
"and if i say no?"
i won't do anything about it.
"then i'm coming over personally and banning you from ever playing after ten pm again."
dahyun laughs. "okay."
does she think she's joking?
"what?"
tzuyu really doesn’t understand dahyun sometimes.
"come over."
...what?
“…to take your guitar?”
another laugh, this time fuller, like what she said was that much funnier. "no, tzuyu, i have a new tune.”
oh.
“i want you to come and listen."
oh.
“unless you wanna sleep, then nevermind.”
tzuyu’s chest tightens.
butterflies in her tummy.
a lot of the times, dahyun doesn’t know the effects of her own words.
“no, i’m coming.”
somehow, the thought becomes more jarring the closer she gets to dahyun's door.
she's never really gotten this far before, has she?
now that she's here, she's not quite sure how to go about it.
she lifts a knuckle, hesitating for a split second before fully committing to the knock.
two times. not too eager.
the door opens in a flash.
dahyun in all her glory.
there are no words exchanged between them.
dahyun pulls her in by the wrist, the room illuminated by the moon, and fetches her guitar on the way. white in colour, because tzuyu told her she liked it more than plain mahogany.
dahyun pats the space on her bed. “sit here.”
tzuyu squeezes in, settling cosily. she pulls her knees up to her chest so she can look at dahyun straight on and still leave enough room for both of them and a guitar. maybe also to be closer.
“It’s just a melody, but tell me if it’s good.”
they’ve both seem to have forgotten tzuyu’s previous threat of confiscating guitars.
“i’m not much of a musician,” tzuyu warns.
if dahyun knew better she would know tzuyu gets distracted just watching her.
“i trust you.”
it’s that simple.
dahyun plays.
she picks at the strings, the same tune tzuyu heard from her room before she called. tzuyu can tell she already knows the words to the song but for some reason isn’t singing.
she doesn’t know if the flutter in her chest comes from the music or the intimacy of it all, but dahyun looks prettiest playing her guitar and tzuyu wishes she could kiss her. she wishes she’d call before so she could listen to every song dahyun’s ever wrote. she wishes this song was about her.
dahyun stops playing though, perhaps she's noticed tzuyu's zoned out. “thinking hard?”
tzuyu laughs sheepishly. “it’s good.” she doesn’t know how else to put it. “i like it.”
maybe the response sounds half-hearted, but dahyun’s always been able to understand the words tzuyu never quite knew how to say.
dahyun grins. “did you see what i did there? the major to the parallel minor change?” she’s bouncing in place a bit now, the musical genius in her eager to come out of its shell.
tzuyu has no idea what she’s going on about, but she nods enthusiastically anyway. “my favourite part, arguably.”
“right!” dahyun chirps. “i thought it would be weird, but it adds a nostalgic feel to it, doesn’t it?”
again, tzuyu has not even a hint what major or parallel minors are, nor does she know what gives songs a nostalgic feel, but she knows she enjoys seeing dahyun this way. “yeah, it really does!”
she can’t help but ask, “what’s the song about?”
dahyun stops grinning. tzuyu fears she’s asked the wrong question.
but then dahyun leans closer, over her guitar, a sudden teasing lilt in her voice. “what do you think?”
tzuyu’s never been very good at reading people. “i don’t know,” she mumbles. what’s dahyun planning now? “what were you thinking about when you came up with it?”
dahyun laughs. tzuyu doesn’t know what’s so funny, but dahyun’s smile is bright, and she’s very pretty up close.
“i was thinking about you.”
it’s inevitable, really, for tzuyu not to fall in love when dahyun says things like that. a natural flirt.
“hey, don’t say things like that,” tzuyu chides. “what if i develop feelings?” it's a joke, or maybe not.
“would that be so bad?” dahyun raises a playful brow. “little old me bagging the chou tzuyu? the media’s gonna have a field day.”
tzuyu giggles at that, uncontrollably flushed at the praise. “keep it down low then, write secret love songs about me?” why is she playing into dahyun's trap?
it’s excessively flirty, probably, but tzuyu can’t seem to help herself.
“yeah, love songs about thr mystery lover of mine who has the softest lips and cutest smile, and doesn’t know music but pretends to care when i talk about it?”
there’s a thought in the back of tzuyu’s mind screaming, maybe she’s talking about someone else, maybe she shouldn't keep entertaining this fantasy. maybe this is a bad idea.
but tzuyu is selfish, so she keeps going.
“how romantic, i could kiss you right now,” she jokes. not really.
dahyun shuffles closer, laughing. “really?”
she puckers her lips playfully and closes her eyes. she's waiting for tzuyu to nudge her disapprovingly or something of that sort.
normally, tzuyu would.
it’s how it always goes, isn’t it?
yet, there’s something about the darkness around them and dahyun lit by moonlight that makes tzuyu press a hand softly over dahyun’s lips.
everything is soft under her palm.
tzuyu lays a gentle kiss on the one side.
if dahyun keeps her eyes close, she would never know.
a kiss, barely.
they don’t move. tzuyu imagines she’s kissing back.
but she pulls back, and leaves her hand on dahyun’s lips. she pretends everything is real for a moment.
dahyun tugs her hand away herself.
they’re silent for a while.
she looks at tzuyu, eyes darting, lips parted. tzuyu's heart is thrumming in her head, deafening.
then a laugh bubbles from dahyun’s throat, light and airy. “what kind of k-drama kiss was that?” she teases.
tzuyu soars and falls. “what?”
she’s frozen in place, uncertain. doesn’t know if dahyun’s weirded out, or maybe trying to hide it all with humour as she always does.
“come here.”
tzuyu’s too scared to move.
“tzuyu,” dahyun repeats. “come here.”
tzuyu listens. of course she does.
their knees touch. dahyun slides a cool hand behind her neck.
“next time,” she says, pulling tzuyu's face downwards. the touch tingles until tzuyu can’t see anything but her. “kiss me like this.”
tzuyu is pulled downwards.
dahyun presses her lips into hers fully.
tzuyu’s mind goes blank.
oh.
tzuyu’s mind is filled with infinite thoughts.
her breath catches in her throat, all the air in her lungs sucked out. heart pounding so quick it threatens to burst out her chest.
dahyun’s lips are mind-numbingly soft.
warm.
gentle.
everything tzuyu imagined. everything more.
she tastes like melted sugar, tastes like everything nice in this world. tzuyu might just combust.
she gets carried away. she always does.
she pushes forward for more, addicted. captures dahyun’s lips when they part, grasps onto the hem of her shirt so she doesn’t stray.
once. twice. insatiable.
this is her favourite place on earth. this is a dream.
she melts into the kiss like mercury to a mould. snow to lava. slow, like they have all the time in the world.
then there’s a hand squeezing her shoulder, digging into skin. so painfully good she's snapped out of her trance. she opens her eyes for just a moment.
dahyun is flushed and flustered beneath her, pushed back on her elbows. her pyjama shirt ridden up her tummy, dangerously high, abs taut and heaving under tzuyu's fingers because tzuyu's greedy hands couldn't stop touching.
tzuyu jolts back.
"i'm so sorry," she scrambles in a panic. "that was over the line."
dahyun is still out of it. "hm?"
tzuyu's head is hot from embarrassment. "we just…"
"kissed?"
"i'm sorry."
dahyun is still panting, dazed. "are you regretting it?"
"no!" it's so loud, she might as well have just woken up the whole dorm.
"no," tzuyu says again, quieter.
"then what's wrong?"
what's wrong?
what's wrong is what comes next.
"is this…okay?"
is it okay when you don't like me the same way i like you?
"why wouldn't it be?"
you're so dense.
"because i like you, dahyun."
is this it?
she has so much to say.
tzuyu keeps going, because she will never be able to do this again.
"so don't…don't talk to me so nicely, and don't kiss me like that, and everything." she rubs at her wet cheeks uselessly, snot getting messier. her voice cracks in between, throat closed pathetically, suddenly sniffling, hiccuping. can't even see dahyun through the tears anymore. it's stupid. dahyun's so stupid. "i don't know how to stop liking you, stop making me like you."
dahyun is stunned silent. tzuyu has never been more scared.
then, a murmur. "...don't stop."
"what?"
"i'm not stopping." dahyun purses her lips. "i don't know what happens now, but i like you, and i like us, so don't stop yet."
tzuyu feels like she's missed a few plot points.
"you like me?"
"wasn't that obvious enough? i kissed you?"
"well- i thought it was a platonic kiss?"
"tzuyu! you're so dense!"
she's dense?
god, maybe she is.
tzuyu gasps, face flushing. "no, you're dense! shut up!"
dahyun laughs. all the tension dissipates in an instant. "okay, i'll tell you straight: that wasn't platonic, and i'll kiss you right now if you don't stop me."
the air becomes warm all around again, and dahyun's eyes fall as she leans over tzuyu once more. "and don't stop yourself."
tzuyu lays a careful hand over dahyun's waist. she doesn't think she'll be able to stop herself anyway.
dahyun sits astride her.
oh fuck.
"your call, baby."
the pet name sends flutters down her tummy.
tzuyu surges forward for another kiss.
arguably my favourite ship, very underrated </3
thank you for reading! interactions appreciated <3
#twice imagines#dahyun x tzuyu#datzu#twice fluff#twice suggestive#i started hicupping when tzuyu hiccuped in the fic#can you tell the only idea i had in mind when writing this was to have them kiss in the end#yeah <3#thats the plot for all the fics going forward!#chou tzuyu#kim dahyun#title: in my dreams by red velvet#twice fics
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A sea lion, but it's literally an aquatic lion with a mane made of axolotl-like gills
#suggestion#anon#sea lion#lion#axolotl#i already had a gill-mane concept for another creature but i'll do it twice aha#sea creature#the neck is super long like sea lions#894#octem 112#terra 4#the Unknown#monster#chimera#bestiary#creature design#ink
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