I fought hard to resist, but I couldn´t. I just can´t help it. So there is this post on
news_jpop (members locked) about Ryo smoking (OMG I didn´t know *eye roll*)
Now the picture evidence this time is AWESOME:

Seriously so clear, so obvious, also so HOT!!!
Ignore the innocent fangirls praying Ryo stops and concentrate on the more important things now.
This is really funny actually, because I don´t smoke and actually am slightly allergic to cigarette smoke (especially in big amounts, in clubs and pubs it makes my eyes tear very quickly, my head hurts and spins and my skin is all red and puffy next day)
Never mind. I WANT A FIC!!! Like burning. I want a fic where Ryo smokes and looks hot and alluring and a little stressed as he looks on from underneath that long dark fringe of his. His clothes smell of soft and fresh fabric softener (because somewhere he said he likes that better than perfume), but the lingering spicy aroma of nicotine is present in the fibers creating a mix spiking the senses. And then, then he tastes of black coffee (because I just like that) and of want, need and those damn cigarettes, bitter and perfect and … Now really someone WRITE THIS FOR ME!!!
I don´t remember when it was the last time I asked for a fic like this. I am shameless but basically I can´t stop staring and need my fix. Anyone?
Oh, sorry for spamming you today ♥
Now the picture evidence this time is AWESOME:
Seriously so clear, so obvious, also so HOT!!!
Ignore the innocent fangirls praying Ryo stops and concentrate on the more important things now.
This is really funny actually, because I don´t smoke and actually am slightly allergic to cigarette smoke (especially in big amounts, in clubs and pubs it makes my eyes tear very quickly, my head hurts and spins and my skin is all red and puffy next day)
Never mind. I WANT A FIC!!! Like burning. I want a fic where Ryo smokes and looks hot and alluring and a little stressed as he looks on from underneath that long dark fringe of his. His clothes smell of soft and fresh fabric softener (because somewhere he said he likes that better than perfume), but the lingering spicy aroma of nicotine is present in the fibers creating a mix spiking the senses. And then, then he tastes of black coffee (because I just like that) and of want, need and those damn cigarettes, bitter and perfect and … Now really someone WRITE THIS FOR ME!!!
I don´t remember when it was the last time I asked for a fic like this. I am shameless but basically I can´t stop staring and need my fix. Anyone?
Oh, sorry for spamming you today ♥