Heta-Therapy

Paper kiss! :S.Korea x reader: "(Naaaammme)!" You squeaked when you were attacked from your chair as a pair of arms wrapped around your torso and something soft was rubbing against your cheek. Your boyfriend has the strangest way of grabbing your attention sometimes. "Get off of me, Yong Soo!" you exclaimed, trying to pry his arms off from around you. "I know I'm your girlfriend and all, but seriously, can't you be less...extreme about it?" The Korean male untwined his arms around you and gave you a pout. "I just wanted to be unique around you...all the other guys are so boring around their girlfriends!" Still pouting, he sat up with his

Papa!Spain Mama!Reader Children!ItalyTwins       Feliciano and Lovino completely ignored her; [Name], their new step-mother.        [Name] knew that Antonio, their father, had gone through a very nasty divorce a few years prior. Although the woman was absolutely horrid - being physically and verbally abusive to both the boys and Antonio - the boys still loved their mother greatly. Although she pushed them away and called them 'terrible little bastardos that should never have been born,' they clung onto her legs - which usually made her angrier. [Name] had watched it unfold, being a friend from Antonio’s college days and forbade from

    You shivered slightly. In your half-asleep state, you were determined to pull the blanket up around you before you woke up from the cold air that touched your exposed stomach. You moved your arm to grab the blanket before you realized that you were unable to. You were suddenly aware of an arm holding you tightly. Cracking your (e/c) eyes open, you groaned slightly.    "Berwald, could you please pull the blanket up higher?" You asked, snuggling deeper into your husband's embrace in search of some warmth. When he didn't reply, your half-asleep mind realized that he was still deep in slumber.    You glanced up at the man's tired face. Wi

You trembled as you made your way through the streets of the empire. You kept your head down and your posture submissive, not daring to look at any of the people you passed in the light rain of the afternoon. Their stares would be no different than you expected. You were a dancer. The people of the empire, whether rich or ordinary, enjoyed the spectacle of dance. However, the respect for the dancers was often less. Especially if you seen in the streets as you were now. You sighed and self-consciously tugged at the straps of your dancing gown. It was a risqué two piece outfit that showed much more skin than you preferred to display and

  Sitting atop the mountain whose backdrop was the water that surrounded you from beneath by hundreds of yards. Looking forward, you saw the water stretch out in front of you with identical mounds of dirt and forestry that seemed to float on the top of the calm waters.   Moving your hand over a bit, your hand felt nothing but the rough dirt beneath it. Earlier on in the morning, your friend Vietnam had told you to meet him up here and in this spot specifically. Sure it was a pain to get up here, but for him, you'd do anything.   Using your hand as a vizor, you looked for any sign of the handsome young Vietnamese man. When you

"How much...further...is it?" Your thighs are cramping and there is an unpleasant burning sensation in your lungs the higher you climb. You strongly regret wearing jeans today, though you suppose it could have been worse- it's pretty windy up on the cliff side and a skirt would have had pretty embarrassing results. But your guide turns and gives you one of those smiles and you can't help but weakly return it, despite your shortage of breath (and patience). "It's just a bit further!" Mari calls in her sing-song accent, her platinum blonde mane blowing in the breeze, fluffy as candyfloss. A foolish blush spreads across your face as you note

2P!Italy|Luciano Vargus Fem!Reader    Luciano grunted, wildly turning over in his sleep for the millionth time that night.    You stared tiredly at your husband, pondering the painful grimace adorning his features. You hadn’t been able to sleep since Luciano fell asleep, and started whining and tossing around in his slumber. Sometimes, on nights like this, you would just get up and sleep on the couch.    But this was one of those different nights; something in your gut told you it was - so you stayed.    Luciano’s sleeping form flopped back around to face you and groped around the bed searching for something. When his tan h