#for being absolutely fucking wasted & still awkward

[chelseeebe]

menswear.

been wanting to write a menswear inspired lil ficcy for sooo so long n to celebrate the fact that i will finally hear it live after 9 years i thought this was a great time

a/n: i just wanna write a disclaimer that i am british and tend to britain-ise my writing so if it seems off for an american wedding don’t bite me x it’s ovulation week which is the only way i can explain this if i’m honest

summary: meeting steve at an old friend’s wedding could really only lead to one thing, couldn’t it?

18+. smut. alcohol and drug use. steve is a mess. no use of y/n!

steve’s still drunk from the night before, his tie crooked and one of the buttons on his shirt is uneven. he looked even more disheveled than he felt.

he hadn’t been keen on the idea of going to the wedding of his ex girlfriend and the man who essentially took her from him. not that he blames jonathan of course, he wasn’t exactly the gold standard boyfriend. he had his faults and would quite happily admit to them.

but still, it was confusing and weird and he’d tried to get out of it but robin had quite frankly insisted that he be there or else he was a terrible person.

so, as all sensible people would, he got absolutely fucking blasted the night before. he hadn’t meant to get so drunk but catching up with old friends and the kids he once looked after, had lead to him being carried off to his room by his best friend who was mumbling a bunch of profanities under her breath.

he still stank of booze, christ even he could smell it. it lingered on his body despite the twenty minute cold shower he had forced himself through this morning. there had been an attempt to style his hair but it mostly hung around his face in limp strands.

did you know the best way to beat a hangover is to keep drinking? hair of the dog and that. at least, that’s what he was telling himself. nursing a double whisky at the hotel bar at stupid o’clock this morning.

he didn’t have robin to hang off today, left to his own devices as she’d been recruited into the bridal party. her one track mind focussed on nancy and not her absolute failure of a best friend.

the venue was nice, a tad unorthodox and not where he’d choose to get married but it fit the strange pairing in a nice way. slinking up the cold stone of the aisle, trying to find his reserved seat among the crowds of people.

max pulls him into one of the rows, shoving him down on the empty seat with a small scowl on her face. she’d seen him struggling from her seat and had so graciously gone to help the poor man.

‘thanks.. max,’ he groans, nodding at the girl a she settles into his seat, honestly just hoping that the service would go quick so he could resume his pitiful drinking.

he sighs, thumbing through the programme. smiling slightly as he reads the officiants name, el hopper. they had just had to make this the strangest wedding he’d ever have the pleasure of attending.

‘do you know the bride or groom?’ your voice speaks from beside him, it’s the first time he’s realised that he’s actually sat next to anyone and he’s actually not in his own little world of misery.

‘huh?’ he asks, looking up to meet your eyes.

you’re smiling, looking as spritely as he wished he felt. clearly some people hadn’t got wasted the night before. amateurs.

‘do you know the bride or groom? sorry- i don’t really know anyone here,’ giving him a shy chuckle as your cheeks flush, maybe you would have to dip after the ceremony.

‘oh.. oh no, i know both of them.. nancy’s my ex girlfriend,’ he wants to kick himself because what on earth had compelled him to say something like that.

‘oh wow..’ you laugh, ‘not awkward at all then,’ kissing the back of your teeth.

‘it’s actually not.. not really,’ he shrugs, shuffling in his chair to face towards you properly, ‘i mean, if i had a choice i probably would’ve skipped but.. what can you do?’

‘right.. still, i don’t envy you,’ smoothing down the creased material of your dress, a deep green to match the earthy tones of the wedding.

‘d’you wanna know my secret to weddings?’ he smiles, leaning in.

‘mhm hit me.’

‘you just gotta get as drunk as humanly possible and they’re actually not so bad..’

‘isn’t it like..’ you check your wrist watch, ‘it’s noon,’ breaking into a giggle.

‘and that is why i started last night,’ tapping his finger on his temple, he was a genius really.

he wasn’t new to this game. having been forced to a plethora of fancy weddings with his parents and the wave of weddings from high school friends, he was wise to all the tricks in which made weddings bearable.

‘well, i might have to join you.. i don’t know anybody here,’ looking around at the hordes of strangers milling around the large room.

‘why are you here then?’ immediately wincing at his choice of words, ‘shit no.. i meant, do you know nancy? or jonathan? or have you snuck in?’

you giggle again and it’s music to his ears. sat next to a pretty girl who finds him funny? maybe today couldn’t be all that bad after all.

‘i know nancy.. we were roommates at emerson, she’s like.. the only person i’ve kept in contact with.’

he nods, going to speak but is abruptly interrupted by the sound of the organ chiming. your cue to actually start paying attention to the ceremony at hand. he turns his attention to the alter, exhaling heavily.

‘i’m so sorry.. i never asked your name,’ whispering with his body still facing the front, but completely leaning his shoulder into yours.

oh this wedding was about to be so much fun.

-

you had taken steve’s advice, who’s name you had now learnt, immediately downing a glass of champagne when you got to the reception. hey, if you were going to have to meet a thousand new people tonight, you’d have to be a little buzzed to do it.

it’s no surprise you’ve been shoved onto the singles table, finding your name on the board and slinking off to your corner of the banished. steve already sat slumped over at his seat which was suspiciously next to yours again. he totally hadn’t swapped out stacey’s name card for yours.. never.

you slide into the chair, ‘we have got to stop meeting like this,’ gently nudging his elbow with yours as to not alarm him.

‘huh,’ he smiles, eyes glistening, ‘it must be fate,’ swivelling on the chair to give you his attention.

‘must be,’ raising your eyebrows ever so slightly.

he’s nursing what must be his fifth? sixth? drink, this time opting for something a little more socially acceptable with a beer. if it weren’t an open bar he’d offer to buy you a drink but it seemed a little cheap.

‘so, where are you from?’ he’s utterly intrigued by you, desperate to know everything there is to know.

‘denver and then boston.. for college and now i’m in cincinnati for my job,’ you shrug, feeling immensely coy under his gaze, ‘i take it you’re from indiana like nancy?’

she had spoken about how people mostly stayed in their small town, they’d meet someone in high school and fall into the suburban family life without ever realising it. and then before they knew it, it was too late and they were stuck there. she was determined to not do that.

‘yeah..’ he sounds deflated, thinking of the place he called home, ‘but it’s home i guess..’ he taps on the table, ‘what d’ya do for work?’

‘i’m an editor at a publishing house,’ his expression says that he doesn’t entirely understand, ‘i work with a lot of writers and basically tell them what to do,’ that was the very basic premise of your role but you’d gathered that he probably didn’t actually care much.

‘oh wow.. so you’re boss lady then?’ swigging on the now-warm liquid, he’s listening intently to whatever comes out of your mouth.

‘hah.. not quite,’ fiddling with the tiny name plaque in front of you, ‘one day.. hopefully,’ you were never a fan of talking about yourself, ‘so what do you do?’

he rolls his eyes playfully, ‘work for my dad, i didn’t get into college soo.. he gave me a job,’ eyes wandering to the guests now joining your table, ‘but really i’m just a glorified assistant and even that’s being generous,’ playing off his disappointment with a small laugh.

‘well that doesn’t sound too bad..’ picking up on his demeanour, ‘shall we get another drink before we have to sit through the awful speeches?’

his pretty pink lips curl into a smirk, ‘i like your thinking,’ standing from the table with his hand offered out for you to hold.

-

‘i-i’ll say a couple words.. c’mon,’ he grins, stepping up towards the small stage, hopper reluctantly passes the mic over to steve, watching apprehensively as he climbs onto the stage.

robin sighs, this could really only go one way and she sure as hell did not want to be in the room to witness it.

there’s a chance that you two had slightly overdone it with the free bar.. you wince watching him up on the stage. the opinions of these people meant absolutely nothing to you but quite obviously did to him.

‘as you all know.. nancy is my ex girlfriend-,’ there’s a collective groan from the audience, ‘but.. but no, that’s not what i came to say.. i wanted to say that-,’ he hiccups into the microphone, ‘that the first time i properly spoke to jonathan, he beat my ass and fuck did it hurt,’ chuckling to himself, ‘but that ass kicking actually.. and you won’t believe it, but it made me a better person and y’know what.. i’m really happy for you,’ he thrusts his glass into the air, ‘so, please join me in a toast to our newly weds.. you deserve it,’ turning to face the cringing couple at the table.

nancy gives him a small smile, it wasn’t exactly shakespearean but the sentiment was nice and he hadn’t embarrassed himself or fallen off the stage head first so she was going to take it as a win.

‘thank you, steve,’ jonathan nods, steve’s sure he can see a tiny smile on his face despite the lousy speech he’d just given.

hopper claps him on the back as he gets off of the stage, taking a mental note to keep an eye on the boy for the rest of the evening. the free bar may not have been the wisest decision after all.

steve collapses into his chair, immediately leaning into you, ‘that was good, right?’ taking a sip of his drink.

‘uh.. yeah, maybe didn’t need to mention the ex girlfriend thing buuut.. i don’t think it was that bad,’ you laugh, watching as he nods in self satisfaction.

‘good, i’m glad you approve,’ his eyes are narrow, glossy as they look back at you, he tilts his glass for you to cheers.

‘cheers.. to a not-so-bad wedding,’ you say, knocking your glasses together.

‘and to new friends,’ he adds, that same grin you’d now become accustomed to after only a few short hours.

‘to new friends.’

-

you and your new friend had sorta maybe totally took full advantage of the free bar and the tiny bag of magic powder steve had kept in his blazer pocket. it wasn’t something you’d usually indulge in, but the champagne had gone to your head and the party was getting dull so..

‘i just wanna say.. i don’t do this shit all the time,’ using his credit card to push the powder into small lines on the edge of the basin, ‘just for when i need a little pick me up..’

he looks up at you from his hunched over position, he’s half-smiling as he pulls a ten dollar bill from his wallet, fiddling around as he rolls it into a small cylinder, offering it to you.

you’re cramped into one of the tiny cubicles together, your back pressed against the cold wall, ‘mm hmm and me either.. just to clarify,’ carefully placing the half-empty champagne flute down on the sink.

‘ladies first..’ hand brushing against against the small of your back as he stands up, mere inches from your face.

you oblige, bending over to sniff the powder, wincing as it stings on the way up. holding out the note for steve to take, his fingers brushing against yours as he takes the note. perhaps it was the copious amounts of alcohol but you could’ve worn you felt your heart miss a beat.

he stands back up, holding his nose. eyes still very much refusing to leave yours. they’re a beautiful chestnut colour and you’re sure they looked even better with a sober mind.

‘ready to dance?’ you ask, raising your brows.

his tongue peeks out of the corner of his mouth to wet his lips, ‘in a minute,’ your heart pounding in not only your chest, ‘fuck- can i kiss you?’

‘please-,’

interrupted by his lips pressing against your own, eyes fluttering shut as his clammy hand finds your waist, pressing himself into your chest.

your arms instinctively wrap around his neck, his tongue glides over your bottom lip, mouth opening for him, as your fingers thread into his hair. he tastes of beer, cigarettes and the mint he’d not-so-sneakily shoved into his mouth before bringing you in here.

it’s all teeth and tongues, his hands getting grabby as they begin to roam around. you so desperately want to jump up onto the sink and let him fuck you into the porcelain right here. pressing your thighs together trying to satiate the growing ache.

you don’t, obviously. his lips chasing yours as you pull back, clawing at the back of his neck, the thumping music of the reception getting louder as someone enters the bathroom.

you put your finger on his lips, willing him not to say a word as the stranger locks themself in the cubicle right next to yours. he’s smirking, pupils blown out from the substance you’d shared. it was exhilarating, pushing his knee between your legs, fingers digging into your sides.

jesus christ, it feels like you’re in this position for eternity. waiting forever for the mystery person to vacate the bathroom. growing impatient as his fingertips dance around your hips, teasing as they tug on your dress.

eventually, they get the fuck out and steve is on your lips again before the door had chance to shut fully. moaning softly into his mouth at the sheer feeling of his thigh brushing against yours. you were a mess and he’d barely touched you yet.

‘shall we.. go? i have a room upstairs,’ mumbling between kisses, not wanting to let go of your lips for too long.

-

there’s a banging on the door just as he’s managed to slip your dress off. you clutch the material to your chest, covering your dignity in fear of intruders.

‘steve? you in there?’ a woman’s voice calls through the wood.

your eyes widen, absolutely certain that he’d had some hidden girlfriend who was now positively fuming that he’d disappeared with you.

his head slumps as he breathes out, hair brushing against your face, seemingly relieved with whoever was outside, ‘it’s rob.. let me just..’ he clambers off of the bed, ‘she won’t leave until i answer.’

steve swings open the door, met with an unimpressed robin. she’s been scouring the party for the last hour trying to find him. only to find out that he’d last been seen with a girl no one had ever seen before.

‘heyy rob.. everything okay?’ he asks cautiously, well aware that he was shirtless, belt hanging from his pant loops.

‘is everything okay with you? you just disappeared.. what’re you doing in there?’ eyeing his disheveled appearance.

‘ah shit i’m sorry.. i couldn’t find you,’ lies, he hadn’t even looked, far too interested in getting you back to his room.

her eyes narrow, glancing down at the hastily removed heel in the doorway, ‘d’you have a girl in there?’

he frowns at his best friend, ‘wha-? i’m just, going to bed..’ following her gaze to the shoe, ‘yes.. there is.’

you try not to giggle from behind the door, watching as he kicks your shoe backwards into the room.

‘ew,’ she grimaces, ‘why’d you answer the door, you freak.. i’ll see you in the morning,’ scoffing as she walks away.

steve closes the door gently before making his back to the bed, ‘i’m so sorry.. she woulda called the cops if i didn’t answer,’ climbing onto the mattress, sat on his knees in front of you.

‘oh? and she’s your..’ slightly bemused as to who that even was and why she seemed to care so much.

‘best friend,’ he leans in, tugging at the dress still pressed against your chest, ‘so where were we?’ devious smirk painting his face as your grip begins to loosen.

he presses forward, connecting your lips once more, nudging you into laying back, hovering over your body with one hand attempting to wrestle the dress from between your bodies. it lands on the carpet with a soft thud, his hand now free to roam the length of your body, fingers softly brushing over the waistband of your underwear before settling on your thigh. it’s cruel and teasing, you’ve already wasted so much time.

you move your hips upwards, chasing his touch. utterly desperate to feel him again. groaning into his mouth, not bothering to hide your impatience. steve smirks, walking his fingers up toward your hip.

his fingers slip into your carefully chosen panties, choking for air as he pulls back from your lips, ‘holy shit.. you’re soaking,’ still lingering around your aching heat, not doing anything to satisfy the growing wetness.

‘shut up,’ you grumble, pulling him back onto your mouth. rutting your hips to signal how desperate you really are.

he finally gets there, middle and forefinger travelling between your slick folds, rubbing pathetic circles around your clit. you’re grateful for the long awaited release, detaching from his lips to moan.

‘ohh fuck,’ he mutters, feeding off of the delightful sounds coming from your mouth. his cock twitching against your thigh.

‘please,’ you whine, unable to take any more of his incessant teasing. it had gone on for what felt like forever. you blame the various substances for your neediness and the subsequent lack of embarrassment for it.

‘keep begging like that and you can have anything you want,’ rescinding his fingers to tackle his own belt, hastily unbuckling the metal and yanking his suit pants down. boxers coming to rest around his thighs shortly after.

your eyes widen at the sight of his leaking cock springing up. you had felt that he was big but holy shit, this was something else. your surprise doesn’t go unnoticed, his veiny hand fisting his cock as his other hand comes to rest beside your head.

‘i’ll go slow,’ he breathes, eyes hooded as his chestnut eyes gaze into yours. he was used to the apprehension by now. your clammy hands grip onto the back of his neck, feet coming to rest on his lower back. nodding quickly underneath him.

he slides into your cunt achingly slow, his mouth falling open. a strangled sound rumbling from his throat, ‘fuck.. you feel.. so good,’ staying where he was, assessing your reaction before making his next move.

it feels like he’s splitting you open but it’s good. burning desire filling your veins, ‘fuck me..’ you nod, ‘please fuck me,’ becoming accustomed to the feeling of being full, pleading for him to just move.

you don’t have to tell him twice, an animalistic growl escaping as he begins to thrust his hips. he’s still holding back, you can tell but it’s oh so much better than his stagnant pace of before.

your eyes struggle to stay open, eyelids fluttering as he slams into you. hitting the sweet, soft spot you’re sure only he could reach. back arching off of the mattress, sweaty chests colliding, chasing that feeling.

‘oh my god,’ you moan, loud enough for whoever is staying in the adjacent room to hear. it’s filthy, lewd and desperate. the sound of his balls slapping against your supple skin, fastening in response to your encouragement.

‘yeah?’ he pants, reaching his hand around to brush the wild hair from your face. ‘been waiting to do this- nghh.. all fuckin’ day,’ relentless with his tempo, pubic area perfectly catching against your throbbing cult, hurtling you towards your orgasm.

‘fuck,’ you grit, eyes screwed shut. it’s disgusting how the sounds of your cunt fill the room, even worse that it was encouraging him. pounding into your hole ruthlessly, grunting as he nears his own orgasm.

the familiar sensation twists in your stomach, mouth hung open as it’s useless even attempting to muffle yourself. ‘steve..’ you mewl, more as a warning that you were fast approaching your release.

he can feel it, the way you clench around him and the utter mindless babbling coming from your mouth were all too familiar. ‘you gonna come? huh? you wanna come?’ struggling to keep his own composure.

you can’t even verbalise your response, nodding maniacally while your legs squeeze around his waist, keeping him deep inside as you begin to tremble. stomach flipping and your head becoming fuzzy, the tip of his cock nudging against the spongy spot as you come undone around him.

the pleasure is almost overwhelming, tears pricking in your eyes as you writhe against him. ‘shitshitshit,’ whining breathlessly into his ear.

‘oh fuck,’ he barks, beginning to lose his rhythm. hips stuttering as he fills you up, thick ropes of cum painting your walls. pulling out far too late and collapsing on top your sweaty body.

chest rising and falling in time with his as you try to regain your breath, still clinging onto his neck while he buries his face into your shoulder, arms wrapping around your back.

‘oh fuck is right,’ you remark, giggling at his pathetic demeanour. fingers running through his damp hair, his wet lips pressing against the skin of your neck. your mind still too hazy to truly comprehend the implications of him coming inside of you. something for tomorrow you to worry about.

‘i’m sorry,’ he mumbles, cocking his head to finally look up at you, ‘your fault..’ attempting to crack a joke.

‘oh it’s my fault?’

‘oh yeah,’ shifting off of your body and onto the bed slightly, still holding onto your waist. ‘i’d have a baby with you any day,’ wrestling to pull the blanket over your bodies.

you narrow your eyes, resting your head on the soft pillow, choosing to blissfully ignore his comments. the toll of the long day starting to take on your body as your eyes begin to close. snuggling into the side of his body, tangling your leg between his.

‘i wasn’t joking,’ he murmurs sleepily, fingers brushing your back softly.

‘shut up.’

-

you’re wary of even waking him, wondering if it’d be easier to just slip out unnoticed. maybe you could leave a note on the bedside table for him to find.

no. no, that’d be rude. most one night stands you wouldn’t even be contemplating it, you’d have ran out of there the second you were awake. something felt different with steve.. like maybe you shouldn’t.

you nudge his arm, leaning over his body.

‘steve? steve.. i have to go..’ you coo softly, coaxing him awake.

he jolts, snapping his head in your direction, ‘huh? what?’ squinting as he comes to, head already pounding from the copious amounts of liquor he’d ingested last night.

‘i have to go..’ smiling at his sleepy demeanour.

‘what? no.. no no, where are you going?’ voice heavy with sleep, a whole octave deeper than it was last night.

‘i’ve gotta check out out of my room and drive home.’

he sits up agains the pillow, stretching his arms out with a stifled yawn, ‘now? it’s so early,’ his fingers wrap around your wrist, ‘stay.. ten minutes,’ gently trying to pull you back into the bed with him.

‘it’s a long drive.. i can’t,’ you mutter, standing strong despite the overwhelming urge to just get back into the warm bed with him.

‘let me walk you back then,’ the smooth pad of his thumb tracing along your wrist, ‘gimme like.. five minutes and we can go,’ dropping your arm as he springs out of the bed.

‘you don’t have to.. really,’ you persist, watching as he shimmies into a discarded pair of sweatpants, frantically searching for a clean t-shirt in his suitcase.

‘well i’m going to,’ he pulls it over his messy hair, it had been neglected the last few days and he’d been kicking himself for not looking his best for you.

you simply smile at him, nothing you could say would change his mind so it was easier not to and you weren’t exactly averse to spending more time with him.

he emerges from the bathroom looking slightly more put together, ‘okay i’m ready.. let’s go,’ grabbing his wallet, nearly empty cigarette box and his room key from his discarded pants pocket and grinning.

it’s a comfortable silence on the way back to your room, steve nodding his head at a few wedding guest stragglers who were either doing the exact same thing you were doing or trying to get the hell out of there as quickly as possible.

the atmosphere is pleasant, almost natural as you walk the halls. arms brushing against each other with every step.

‘well, this is me,’ nodding at the basically untouched hotel room. you’d stepped foot in it once to drop your bag off and hadn’t seen it since.

steve’s biting down onto his bottom lip, ‘you really gotta go now?’ sounding a little disappointed.

‘i’m back to work tomorrow.. i’m sorry,’ trying to disguise your own disappointment. realistically, you probably wouldn’t see him again. just a one time, crazy wedding story you would look back on fondly in a few years.

‘i’m not,’ he offers, trying desperately not to let this go. dating in hawkins wasn’t great, and he wasn’t sure that he’d ever find someone like you even if he searched for his entire life. he couldn’t live with himself if he didn’t at least try.

‘oh?’ raising your brows.

‘yanno, i’ve never been to cincinnati before,’ smirking down at you, ‘i was actually thinking of taking a little vacation there.. like, this week?’

the corners of your lips twitch into a smile, ‘you know what? that sounds like a great idea.’

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[cannellee]

TOKYO REVENGERS OMEGAVERSE ★

୨୧ alpha! Kazutora x omega! Reader (smut)

— alpha kazutora's out of jail and he only wants one thing from his omega<3 (basically just sex)

cw: rough sex, blowjob (m!receiving), facefuck, cum swallow, light face slapping, name calling...

(I hesitated a lot before posting. it's my first time writing full smut, I read a lot of it but I'm not necessarily confident in writing it as it feels a bit awkward😭 but I had this idea and thought I had to share it! feedback is greatly appreciated! I hope you'll like it!!🫶🏼)

my masterlist : ☆

imagine a fresh out of prison kazutora, who doesn't expect anything when he crosses the border of the prison.

he'll probably go to his place, it's been a long time since he's been there, he should do a lot of cleaning first.

but then you appear like an angel, wide smile and innocent puppy eyes, welcoming your criminal of an alpha. but you don't care what kazutora is, you've been waiting for him for so long, and you missed him and his touch so bad.

you're so desperate for him you couldn't even cum on your own without thinking about him. his absence felt heavy all this time and you're so happy he's finally here.

now you're bringing him to his place that you've been cleaning and maintaining like a good partner would. you already prepared a warm meal beforehand for him and kazutora has a hard time keeping a poker face.

of course he didn't forget you all this time, he's only been thinking about the day when he could finally get his hands back on his pretty omega.

and now you've even cooked for him when everyone else has most likely forgotten about his release. you're the perfect omega for him, absolutely submissive and loving to take care of your alpha.

kazutora is beaming and his hands are soon enough grabbing the flesh of your thighs, biting and licking every parcel of you exposed skin.

he's so fucking horny and you can sense it by the way his musk and pheromones are embalming the air. you're basically breathing nothing else but the smell of his arousal. and his pheromones, oh you don't think you've missed something more than his strong pheromones. they always made you feel dizzy and never lost a chance to remind you of your place.

and today as well, your alpha hasn't felt the touch of an omega for so long, it's only right as his omega that you submit yourself to his desire. and it's not like it bothers you either way, you're so eager to please, to prove to him that you can still satisfy him in ways others can't.

this is why you drop to your knees without him having to utter a single word. and without wasting time, you hastily unzip his pants and let his powerful pheromones hit your nose even harder. you take his big cock into your mouth, not even caring about the noises nor the mess you're making. kazutora likes it more when you're covered in spit anyways. so you suck and lick and kiss every inch of his cock, swallowing his whole length when he asks you to. the face you make when your pink lips are stretched by his aching cock, contrasting with your big doe eyes, any ounce of purity gone, all of this makes him want to ruin you.

kazutora doesn't last long before pounding into your throat, your gags being the only noise you both can hear beside his breathy moans. when you hear his soft praises, of how much of a good little slut you are, you can't help but want to please him further. you begin to fuck your face on his cock, your nose hitting his pelvis every thrust of your head and your nostrils only breathing in the smell of his musk.

your eyes are so wet, you can't see a thing anymore. there's a pool forming between your legs that's begging for relief, but you ignore it the best you can, focusing on your alpha's pleasure instead. and when kazutora proceeds to grab a fist full of your hair and go even harder on your throat, you're sure you can see stars.

you barely have any chance to breath and your jaw is aching so much, still you don't move an inch, your instincts fully satisfied knowing you're serving your alpha just like should.

and kazutora needed exactly that, your compliance and will to do basically anything to satiate his desires. and he swears he would go back to prison any day if it meant being able to use your throat as a flesh light each time as a welcome back.

you can feel his release is soon by the way he's clenching your hair even rougher it almost hurts. your eyes are rolled in the back of your skull and your mind is solely focused on his pleasure. everytime he hit the back of your throat with more power your gags are getting louder and louder. with his cock getting bigger and harder, you tighten your lips around it with more care and make use of your tongue expertly.

he finally grabs your head and grants you with a long and loud growl, he pushes your head and makes it meet his stomach, you make sure to swallow everything he's giving you, sitting still like the obedient omega you are. his salty cum is flowing down your throat and you're not sure when he's going to stop.

kazutora is very pleased and when he finally lets you get some air you're gasping and spit is drooling down your chin like a dumb puppy. your lazy eyes and lolled out tongue are kazutora's favourite and if he wasn't this tired already he would make good use of your sluty ass to cum a second time.

but he considers it as enough of a good round an lets you go, not without making sure you've swallowed every drop he's offered you first.

he scoops the little drops which went down your neck when you tried to catch your breath and gives it to you. he calls you a good girl and spits in your mouth to let you know you did a good job sucking him off and you're sucking eagerly at his sperm covered fingers, too dumb to understand a word he's saying anyways.

you watch him pull his pants back up and you feel a comfortable sense of inferiority being the only one looking so messy. and kazutora must feel it too because the next thing you know he's slapping you softly on the face and pulling you up with a warm smile across his face. taking care of you after a good session makes his alpha happy.

you're glad you could be of use to him and you find yourself purring loudly when he holds you in his big arms, covering you with his scent you oh so love.

after bathing you and cleaning you up, he's tucking you inside the nest you made beforehand. your throat is sore but you find the strength in yourself to chirp happily, kazutora's heart go crazy at the sound he loves so much. he can't feel anything but pure bliss and he owes it all to you, his delicate and perfect omega<3

#a/b/o tokyo revengers #alpha tokyo revengers #cannelle★ #hybrid tokyo revengers #omegaverse tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers a/b/o #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers hybrid #tokyo revengers omegaverse #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers imagines #tokyo revengers headcanon #tokyo revengers kazutora #tokyo revengers omegaverse headcanons #tokyo revengers headcanons omegaverse #tokyo revengers imagines omegaverse #tokyo revengers omegaverse imagines #alpha kazutora #alpha!kazutora #tokyo revengers smut #kazutora smut #kazutora headcanons #kazutora x reader #kazutora hanemiya #tr omegaverse #tr smut #tokyorev x reader #tokyorevengers headcanons #tokyorev smut

[didishawn]

PLS DO A SMUT WERE PEDRI AND Y/ N HAVE CHILDREN AND THEY HAVE TO BE RLLY QUIET AND THEIR CHILDREN WALK IN LMAOO

Unlocked door (Pedri x Reader) smut

Warnings: lots of Spanish, smut, getting caught, awkward talk

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Having kids is hard, that is something you have had in mind since the first test informed you and Pedri about the pregnancy that would later become your first kid, your precious Leo.

Having a kid is hard, is what you always thought whenever it was your turn to get up to calm the baby when he couldn't sleep through the night -god bless Pedri, who took charge of the situation even on times it wasn't his turn.

Having a kid is hard, having two kids is harder, that's what Rosy told you when you told her about what later would become your dear Sofia -it's all worth it though, she also told you, and of course she is right.

The kids are now older, Leo is 5, Sofia 4, finally having started sleeping on their own beds for the night.

Pedri's career is doing great, but being a great football player also means being requested to fly out a lot too, but you both manage, still as in love with each other as the very first day.

The problem, well, not really a problem but your horny partner would state otherwise, is that kids + busy careers makes all harder for sexy times or how you call it in front of the kids "mommy and daddy private time that means always knocking", and having to go from such an active sex life you and Pedri used to have to having to be content with the quickies and few kids-free nights is hard. You are honestly embarrassed to think about all those post-match times you hace taken the chance of your kids playing around with others under the watchful eyes of one of Pedri's teammates to sneak around to have a quick fuck in the dressing room or some available closet.

Pedri has been quite touchy the whole day -you can't blame him, it's been a long time since your last alone time. Arms around your waist as you cooked breakfast and kisses on your neck, a hand on your knee as you all ate together, his head on you shoulder arm around you during movie time with the kids, showing off his abs when in the pool with the kids. During lunch he doesn't even pretend not to be gawking at your bikini-covered breasts, and as you both clean up the table, he gets close to your ear, almost seductive as he does so, leaning down he goes and whispers:

"Vamos a cansarlos para tener un poco de tiempo a solas" (let's tire them up so we can have some alone time)

Needless to say is that your lover makes sure the two little demons are exhausted by the end of the day, running around the house, swimming on the pool, some football, jumping around and finishing the day with a meal that has their stomaches full as they fight against their eyes closing.

"Ve a la habitación, yo me encargo de ellos" (go to the bedroom, I take care of them)

You are quick on your feet as you enter the room, even if you know you have a while to prepare, you take a quick shower with a soap whose scent you know makes the midfielder go crazy. You don't bother with any makeup apart from some strawberry flavored lip balm that your lover goes absolutely feral for -years of experience have given you the knowledge that at the end you will always end up crying off any eye make up.

You wear the tiniest piece of lingerie you can find in your closet, don't bother with anything else as you know he will rip it away, just sit on the bed, waiting for him, looking pretty as he likes it.

The door almost slams open, a naughty expression on his face as he looks you up and down.

"Dios mío, no sabes lo mucho que extrañaba esto" (God, you have no idea how much I missed this)

He doesn't waste any time as he rips his shirt off, the sight of his chest have you sighing, a dumb smile taking over your face as you are face to face with his lower half, hands reaching up to him, one on his chest the other on the back of his neck, pulling him closer, his lips instantly on yours, his tongue down your throat.

You hand on his chest plays with the patch of hair there then goes lower, you feel his abs tense when your fingers graze over his v lines then to the happy trail.

You separate from him, looking into his lust filled eyes, your hands on his shorts and pulling them down, his cock almost hitting you as it bounces out from it's confinement, standing thick as always his balls full and precum bouncing from his tip.

"¿Ahora ves lo mucho que echaba esto de menos?" (you see now how much I missed this?)

You nod, hand reaching out to grab him, but he stops you, shaking his head.

"No puedo esperar más, necesito estar dentro tuyo" (I can't wait anymore, I need to be inside you)

A cheeky smile takes over your face, turning you both around so he is laying on the bed, your hips moving over his, his head falling back as he moans out, hands on your waist try to stop you but you deny him.

His tip does a delicious friction on your clit, he can feel how wet you are even with you panties denying him any entry.

He is frustrated, you both are really, your hips lift up your hand goes down to tease yourself, panties pushed aside, you line him up with your entrance and don't wait a moment to fall down on him, his cock instantly kissing your cervix and stretching you out to you limit.

You feel so full of him, your eyes glossed over, he knows how to work you, a strong grip on your waist as he moves you up and down.

The two of you are far too gone to keep the noises in, it's been far too long since the last time you found yourselves in this situation, you are far too sensitive, almost trembling you are whining, moaning, he fucks up into you and you can't help but groan at the slam of his balls against you, so full, neither will last long.

He sits up, you on his lap as he grinds up into you, his pace strong, fucking you roughly, not wanting to wait any longer for the extasis that you can both feel burning in your tummies, his face buried on your breasts as he places kisses on them over the thin fabric, a hand reaching to your back to let him see all of you.

He doesn't have the opportunity for it though, as over the loud noise of skin against skin, your ears catch the sound of your door creaking open, and with an agility that even impresses yourself, you are off his cock and pushing him down to cover yourselves.

"¿Mami, que están haciendo?" your four-year-old asks, curiosity on her eyes as her older brother stands behind her, a frown on his face. (mommy, what are you doing?)

"¿Papi te estaba haciendo daño?" that words have you both snapping up, tuning to share a look as you try to think about an answer. You always thought this type of situation was just one bad comedy shows added for drama, apparently it also can be true. (was daddy hurting you?)

"Obvio que no, amor. ¿Por qué dices eso?" (of course not, love. Why do you say that?)

"Escuche como golpes y a ti gritando" (I heard slapping sounds and you shouting)

Your face is red and you have to hit your partner's side as he snickers. You give him a look, and he knows it's up to him to fix everything.

"Mamá y yo solo estamos jugando, no hay nada que preocuparse, de verdad" (mom and I were only playing, nothing to worry about, really)

"¿Qué juego era ese?" you love your daughter, really, but sometimes her curiosity brings you real trouble. (what game was that?)

You look at each other, you clear out your throat "Un juego que las mamás y los papas juegan cuando se quieren mucho" (a game moms and dads play when they love each other a lot)

"¿Puedo yo jugarlo?" Pedri's eyes snap wide open. (can I play it?)

"¿Y tú con quien quieres jugarlo?" (and who do you want to play it with?)

"Pepi!"

"Quiero decir, no amor, solo nosotros los adultos podemos jugarlo" (I mean, no love, only us adults can play it)

"¿Qué edad tenemos que tener para jugar?" your son asks, he too quite curious apparently, your face is about to explode, giving them both a look. (what age do we have to be to play?)

"Muy mayores" you say "Ahora a vuestros cuartos que ahora voy, es muy tarde para que un par de granujas como vosotros estéis despiertos" (very old. Now go to your rooms I will be right behind, it's way too late for you two troublemakers to be awake)

Your kids, God bless them, listen to you and leave you and your lover alone, you turn to him with a pointed look.

"Tú y tu pequeño problema quédense aquí, ahora vuelvo" (you and your little problem stay here, I will be right back)

He groans as you sneakily pass your thumb over his tip, teasing him and walking off with a cheeky look, he drops down, desperate for you to come back as he glances to his member, still as hard, tall and thick as before

He knows that it's all fine for the night, but he really hopes your kids forget it all by the morning, or he won't be able to look them straight to the eye.

Next time he will make sure to lock the door, and he hopes you don't realise his small mistake when you come back, because his balls really need the release and you shouting at him won't give him that.

#barca #fc barca #barcelona #pedri #spanish nt #spain national team #pedri headcanon #spain nt #pedri imagine #pedri x reader #football imagine #football player #pedri smut #pedri x y/n

[christinesficrecs]

Any recs where Talia or the hales absolutely hate stiles or disprove of their relationship? I’ve already read the searching ceremonies.

hedwig221b (don't feel awkward! 🩷) also had a fic that matches this ask. So, go read that as well if you're a fan of the angst.

The Happiest of All by Hedwig221b | 32.5K | Explicit

“It’s every wolf’s dream. To find a perfect mate, to procreate. It’s a necessity, it’s healthy. It’s in our blood; akin to the moon in the sky, a wolf belongs to their mate. And humans don’t have the capacity to become a mate.”“But I love him,” Stiles whispered, begged.Talia stayed silent for a couple of minutes.“That’s why you should understand it’s not healthy for him to be with you,” her words were simple and clear, like a piece of glass, but sharp all the same. “He will not find true happiness with you. You’re wasting his time. Preventing him from having a future he deserves.”

Also, compromised-emotionally suggested this one.

Down By Contact by standinginanicedress | 117.4K | Explicit

Lydia looks over her shoulder to look at Derek Hale again, then back to him. “He’s an asshole, you know.”

“You think I don’t know that?” Stiles is confused, furrowing his brow. “I’ve only spent the last ten years of my life fighting with him.”

“Yeah, but, I mean, he’s an asshole,” she draws the word out nice and long, as if it takes on a different meaning depending on exactly how she says it. “No one who has ever dated or hooked up with that guy has ever had anything nice to say about him after the fact.”

“What do I care about that?”

She looks at him. It’s that all-knowing, all-seeing gaze, like the eye of Mordor. Stiles feels tiny under its wrath, so he looks away and stares down at his beer can, traces the design with his thumb. “I know you, Stiles Stilinski.”

“Not really. We only dated for, like, five months.”

With a snort, totally uncharacteristic of her and something she would never do sober, she rolls her eyes. “Gee, I wonder why.”

Hmmm. Not really, but here are a few.

Divided We Stand by  KouriArashi | 156.7K

Derek is being pressured by his family to pick a mate, and somehow stumbles into a choice that they didn’t expect and aren’t sure they approve of….

A Pair of Shoes by ReedMeme | 5.7K | Explicit

He was the human boyfriend. A lot of them don't really approve. Of course his boyfriend had to have a huge family. Which makes sense with the whole Werewolf thing, he supposes. But once in a while, Stiles still wishes he knew that before falling abso-fucking-lutely head over heels for Derek Hale.

Hello, Heartbreaker by  astoryaboutwar | 18.4K

Stiles and Derek have been fuckbuddies for a while when Derek loses his memories of the past three years - and them - in an accident.

Talk Me Down by SylvieW | 26.3K | Mature

After the Hale family narrowly escapes the fire, Derek moves to New York to escape their lingering resentment. There, he meets Stiles, and feels an instant connection to him, but their relationship, and Derek’s self worth is tested by the hurdles Derek’s pack throws at them

I Would Fake Forever With You by Halevetica | 53.9K

Derek Hale is the black sheep of the family, always has been. That’s why he moved to Seattle. Now he’s got a job he loves, a nice apartment with an incredibly hot and endearing neighbor, Stiles Stilinski. One night when Derek’s overly large and demanding family shows up early for their yearly visit, they run into Stiles, who is accidentally introduced as Derek’s boyfriend.

Taught by Experts by unpossible | 29K

“Let me get this straight,” Stiles says. “You’re going to be publicly dating someone else.”

#asks #sterek fics #ficrecs #the hales dislike stiles #black sheep derek

[pumpkin-padparadscha]

What if I just read "The Art of Losing" by @wafflelate a million billion times because it's my favorite.

Anyway the rest of this post is just going to be me going !!!!! so, spoilers ahead

Things I think intensely about:

-how suna is going to react to Gaara deciding to become the kazekage

-how any detractors of his new position are going to be IMMEDIATELY shut down because the "first" thing he does is "contract with a seals mistress to get the dead wastes converted into arable land" (who is going to prove it WASNT a seal? Sunas sealing sucks lol. And technically it did originate from a seal. Gelels seal.)

-how devastated Gai is going to be upon learning literally everything Kakashi went through

-how pissed as fuck people are going to be upon discovering that root seals can apparently block soulmate bonds? I feel like sealing people without their informed consent is about to become very very illegal outside of emergency circumstances.

-how the fuck is cat feeling. Does he believe Kakashi is dead? Does he hope Kakashi is alive?

-nara shikakunand yoshino are about to fucking eviscerate the elder council. Either they were aware of this bullshit or they were criminally negligent. Oh, what's that inoichi and shibi? Some of your family got kidnapped too? Maybe we should bring torture back to t&i. Just this once.

-kakashi is going to be so fucking proud of shikimaru. In his super repressed way. Maybe in a he deserves that legacy more than I ever did if he's feeling self deprecating.

-do you think temari has to sit through a million drafts and revised versions of kankuros shikabane play the more information comes out. Soul mates who were cut off completely from their connection, one believing the other dead, and the other never even educated about soul bonds. Them still recognizing each other enough that Kakashi was kind to her and she freed him instead of killing him. Please kankuro why can't you make the fight scenes longer.

-shikaku seeing shikakos complete shadow transformation and being like "yeah that's insanely dangerous to so much as think about attempting, I don't want to consider how bad things had to be for her to create that. Forbidden jutsu on account of who the fuck knows how she didn't end up falling into the black"

-does Gai feel like he failed Kakashi. Does he swear never to do so again. Imagine him thanking shikako for saving his friend. Imagine Kakashi being shocked Gai still considers him a friend

-hi inoichi this is my soulmate Kakashi, he did not take thinking I was assassinated well at all, do you have any self help books because he hates talking about feelings

-obviously she knows about seals because danzo wanted his own nara level intelligent seal master. Obviously she hid as much of her skill as she could from him because she isn't stupid.

-anyway here's a book a better storage scroll some medical seals and the seal to get rid of roots evil tattoo of shittyness.

-actually now I'm thinking about what if she DOES join suna because Kakashi has trouble feeling safe in konoha or just because being around a shikamaru who never knew her and idolizes Kakashi is kind of awkward.

-if they share dreams do you think she explains her original world to Kakashi after he dreams of cities he's never seen.

-wondering who was the first person to remember the lookalike yoshino nara missing nin that got mentioned in that one report.

-if I think about how nervous Kakashi is going to be the first time he trolls shikako and how he'll feel when she grins or laughs or goes along with it I experience An Emotion™

-"I don't know if you'll like them, but here's other you's favorite books. They make a good social barrier, and you've been looking a little overwhelmed."

-yoshino is going to cry so so so much. Her baby needed her all this time and she never knew it.

-kakashi learning that he was absolutely invited to shikakos funeral and danzo is just a dick who lies

#nara shikako #shikako nara #dreaming of sunshine #wafflelate #the art of losing by wafflelate #the many gardens of shikabane hime #is that everything? no. i love that fic. #ive actually only read it seven or eight times so far

[kitthepurplepotato]

Chapter 5 - Is this a date?!

Summary: Kirishima has no idea what’s going on. Y/N takes the matter in her own hands and forces his himbo to ask her on a date. The date ends with a quite a lot of uhm… surprises.

Warnings: Swear words + Y/N wants to kiss Kirishima constantly. 😂

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Okay, so… Kirishima is really fucking confused. He’s so confused he even decided not to get a coffee today because he genuinely can’t look into Y/N’s eyes without dropping dead on the floor.

He’s met a lot of uhm… touchy people during his short little life, one of them being him to be honest, but…. None of his friends have kissed him on the mouth before. Okay, that’s a lie, Tetsutetsu did but he was absolutely wasted and for some weird reason he thought he’s his girlfriend. He also almost kissed Katsuki out of pure worry once. Nevermind.

Also, his heart didn’t erupt like a fucking lava inside his chest when Tetsutetsu kissed him, but obviously, Kirishima is a big boy, he knows why is his heart having a hard time with doing normal things like beating in a regular pattern and he’s absolutely not ashamed of his ridiculous crush on the barista next door but like… why did she kiss him? And what’s up with that promise? You can’t just promise that to someone, you can’t just throw your life away to live in an unhappy marriage for the rest of your life just to prove your point, can you?

Maybe the kiss was an accident. Technically, it barely touched his mouth. Yeah. It can still be a friendly gesture if he thinks about it that way even though that doesn’t explain the marriage thing but…

“She kissed you because she fucking likes you, what the fuck, Eijirou?!” Katsuki yells into Kirishima’s face out of the blue.

“She doesn’t hate me and maybe she feels pity for me for having an obvious crush on her. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, sir.”

Katsuki is clearly about to have a meltdown but he braces himself for the sake of his friend.

“She likes me too and yet here I am, untouched. She gives out free coffee to the people she likes, not fucking kisses and promises to marry them.”

Katsuki has a point. But…

“Do not fucking ‘but’ me, you absolute moron. Get the fuck out of the building, your shift is fucking over and all you did was writing your girlfriends first name and your last name all over the official paperwork so honestly, I don’t fucking want to see you here anymore.”

“I’m so sorry, Katsuki…”

“No.”

“I mean it… I’ll stay and fix this, I’m really sorry…”

“Get the fuck out, Eijirou!”

Kirishima has been thrown out of his own office by a sparking hand. What a shameful day. He leaves the building with his head held low, moping towards the nearest train station because Kirishima was so fucking all over the place this morning that he forgot he owns a motorbike. He also got fined on the train because he forgot to buy a ticket. What a shitty day.

“You forgot something this morning?” The sound of an angel comes from the coffee shop he’s walking past by. Kirishima looks up and he feels like he just flew to fucking heaven. It’s his favorite barista in cool, edgy clothing, a lollipop hanging from her mouth. She looks at Kirishima with a beautiful, offended gaze which doesn’t make any sense because he’s quite sure he didn’t hurt any puppies today or like… ever.

“Hi.” Well done, Kirishima. The awkward smile and the even more awkward head rubbing is definitely the way to every woman’s heart. “Are you finished for today?”

“Are you asking me on a date, himbo?”

Kirishima’s face becomes the color of his hair.

“Oh, I would never… I mean I would, hundred percent, oh my god, but… like I didn’t…” Kirishima can’t form any more stupid words as Y/N shoves her lollipop into his mouth to shut him up.

The lollipop that was in her mouth a second ago.

That’s an indirect kiss. Hell, that’s an indirect make out session.

This is how Kirishima dies. Or maybe, he already died and this is just his brain showing him all the good things he missed by fucking dying at the humble age of 26. Or is it 27? Hm, maybe 25. He forgot. He’s definitely less than 30. That’s all he knows.

“So where are you taking me, hubby?” Y/N nonchalantly hangs to Kirishima’s arm like it’s no biggie while Kirishima has a meltdown inside. What’s happening right now?! What is this shenanigan?! This must be one of Y/N’s pranks. Yeah. That’s okay. He can live with that. He can just pretend he’s not about to have a heart attack from Y/N’s closeness and play the hubby, whatever that means. Is it like “buddy” but in homosexual? But Kirishima is straight. Well, mostly. He’s the kinda guy who certainly can love anything and everything, he believes that love is love and the gender doesn’t matter, but he only had crushes on women. Because women are really manly and Y/N is the manliest of them all.

“Wanna grab something to eat in the arcade?”

That’s a good place, right? They can play games, have something to eat, enjoy a few drinks… it’s also a place where people go with their friends but they also go there for a date so…

Not like he actually believes this is a date. Nuh-uh. He’s gullible but not that much. Y/N is just teasing again.

… right?

~•🪨•~

You did it. You asked Red Riot out on a date! Okay, well, that’s a lie, you kinda forced him to take YOU out on a date but that doesn’t matter because now you are standing in front of the coolest arcade in the area with your favorite himbo. You also walked through half of the city with your arm entwined with his and it felt fucking great.

“Let’s get something to eat.” You pull the man inside, following the lovely scent of popcorn. “Can I have a big ass tray of French fries with ketchup and mayo and bowl of mozzarella sticks? Uh, and can I have a box of pocky? Also, that cheesecake looks lovely, can I have a slice with two forks, please? Uh, and a strawberry milkshake with two straws!”

“Are you hungry, Y/N?” Kirishima giggles next to you and asks for a small popcorn. Oh, that fucking giggle will be the death of you, how can such a massive, bulky man be so adorable?!

“Are you not?” You look at the small box of popcorn in his hand but he only smiles at that. “Not really!”

Kirishima and the bartender exchanges a knowing look and while you definitely don’t like that you let them do whatever they want because the only thing you can focus on is the massive tray of food right in front you.

~•🪨•~

… okay, maybe… you bought too much. Technically, you could stuff some more food into yourself without feeling sick but you need to have some space for the desert.

“I can finish this for you if you don’t want it!” Kirishima gives you a gleaming smile and takes a fry from your tray. Damn, those teeth.

“So… are your teeth… uhm… when you kiss someone, do you tend to cut them by accident!”

Kirishima chokes on his fry. It’s hilarious.

“Khm…” He coughs a few times before he manages to answer. “I had a few accidents when I was younger but I think I’m doing okay now.”

“Can you show me?”

“Y/N!”

Ahh, it’s so much fun to tease him, goddamnit. It was worth waking up today.

“Haha, joking… for now.”

Red Riot finishes your fries with his face red as your uncle’s hair. Amazing.

Now it’s time for your second attack.

“Why don’t you try the shake? It’s really good!” You take a sip from your own straw for great measure, lips playing with the end of it. You push the second straw over to face him, your eyes full of challenge.

Red Riot understands your cheeky intentions, and by that, you mean he gets even more red if that’s possible. Apparently, it is. He leans in close, takes the second straw, your foreheads almost touching as he takes a skip, his eyes never leaving yours. Now it’s your time to get red like your hair.

“It’s really nice. Sweet.” Kirishima mutters, barely moving away from his straw; his strawberry scented breath fanning your face. Oh how much you want to kiss him right now. Oh, fuck, this was a terrible idea. His eyes are so fucking beautiful, the prettiest shade of crimson with a hint of pinkish undertone to them. How dare he be born with those eyes?!

“Yeah. Really sweet. And handsome.” You mumble out loud; you tear yourself away from the situation, your face boiling hot as you look anywhere but him.

“That’s an interesting way to describe a beverage but… it’s okay.”

“I wasn’t talking about the shake, you himbo.”

Oh boy. You can cut the tension with a fucking knife right now. Is this the time when you just ask him to bring you over to his place to…

Do not finish that sentence, Y/N. Do not. This is your first fucking date. It’s not appropriate.

“Uhm… thank you? You are also handsome… I mean… pretty. You perfume is really nice. Is it new?”

“Yeah, I got it a few days ago. It’s for… special occasions.”

“Is this… a special occasion?” He stutters and you are quite sure you could cook an egg on his face right now.

“Yeah… a really special one.” You mutter under your nose before you shake your head to clear your thoughts. It doesn’t help. “Wanna play the pocky game?” You literally shriek into his face. Honestly, you can’t be more obvious than this, can you?

… well, apparently you can. By the confused look on his pretty little face he has no idea why you want to play that game. He’s such a himbo and thank god he is because there is no way in heaven this is appropriate.

“Let’s see how far can you go. The winner gets a second date.”

“Oh! Okay!” The stupid himbo perks up, not even realizing that it doesn’t matter who wins because even if he looses he still gets a second date.

Is it too soon to say that you genuinely love this guy? Probably. Not like you ever cared about what’s acceptable and what not.

You take a pocky out of the pocket and put the end into your mouth.

Kirishima stares at a pocky for a second then it seems like an idea just popped into his head because he STARTS SHREDDING THE FUCKING POCKY with his shark teeth, looking like a bunny in the middle of a raging meltdown, pieces of biscuits flying all over as he shreds and shreds and shreds, and honestly, you are not sure your face won’t be eaten by the end of it, and you don’t mean that in a good way. Obviously, you can’t help but move away, genuinely terrified by the sound his teeth make as they collide with the poor edible stick and he takes is as a win, clearly over the moon as he stares at you with his stupid puppy eyes, his teeth full on display.

“Red, No!” You reprimand and Red makes a sad puppy face. Why is he so cute?!

“I’ll show you, okay?” You put a new pocky inside his mouth and start eating the candy stick slowly, smiling at him cheekily as you get closer and closer to the middle. “Now do the same.”

And he does. He’s so close. He’s so flushed. There is barely any pocky left so you turn your head to face sideways, letting him come closer to take the last bit of the pocky; your lips touch for a second, the minuscule touch electrifying your whole body and when Eijirou freezes and doesn’t move further, you close the remaining distance…

“Excuse me, uhm… sorry to interrupt, I’m glad your date is going well, but you are making the customers uncomfortable.”

You both jump away from each other. Also, he doesn’t look sorry at all. The guy looks fucking smug.

“We are really sorry, sir.” Eijirou gets all flushed right away, eyes staring at the concrete like a child caught eating his boogers.

You decide to not say a thing because all you can think about is death threats and being kicked out of the arcade would definitely ruin the date.

He quickly eats your leftovers in shame then you two go into the arcade to play some games, finally free from the judging looks of those lonely bozos in the food court. You were so close to kiss him. So fucking close! Goddamnit!

Red Riot tries his best to win you all the stuffed animals possible. You already have a bag worth of random stuff and he just… can’t stop.

He makes his way to one that has different rings and necklaces inside and they look quite high quality as well. It costs more coins for a round but Eijirou is set on winning some because “giving jewelry to a lady is really manly” so you let him do his thing. You don’t appreciate being ignored for the sake of it, but what can you do. Clearly, Eijirou likes a good challenge.

“I can do this.” Suddenly, Eijirou turns over to give you a bone crushing hug. “I will get you the prettiest ring. I promise.

He’s really struggling with this one. Also, you are quite sure he spent your weekly wage already.

“Ei, it’s fine. Let’s play something else.”

“No.”

For your surprise, when he turns over to fucking snarl at you, half of his face is hardened. He doesn’t look okay.

“Hey, what if I try?” You mumble, going all shy from his aggressive behavior. No, not because you are scared. It’s more like … uhm… he’s kinda hot? Okay, he’s a little bit creepy but at the same time… it’s really sweet how he goes all hot and bothered just because he wants to give you something valuable. You really do appreciate the passion even though you would definitely prefer it in another way, like for instance with his tongue down your throat or… something.

Fuck, you really want to kiss him, it’s actually getting pathetic at this point. “Or I can give you a motivating kiss? Would that help?”

Yup. You are absolutely pathetic.

Eijirou’s face softens at that. He touches his own skin, probably just realizing how worked up he was just a second ago, a tiny blush decorating his pretty face, probably from the embarrassment.

“You saw me loosing my mind over a stupid claw machine and you still want to kiss me?” He mutters and damn, how hard it is to not go for his lips right away.

“I think it was really passionate. Really manly. I like it.” You move towards him to leave a kiss on his cheek. “Get me the prettiest ring you can, Red Riot.” You mumble to his cheeks, slowly moving towards his lips to tease him. You pull away right before your lips are about to graze his and honestly, it probably hurts you more than it hurts him.

“On it.” He breaths out, downright panting.

The he wins.

He fucking wins.

“Oh my god, you actually did it!” You jump around happily as Eijirou crouches down to get his prize. You crouch down next to him to take a good look, but Ei turn away from you and opens the box without letting you see the ring. “Hey!”

“Wait, I want to give it to you properly!” He mutters, then turns towards you, still crouching. “Y/N! I really-really like you.”

Your heart makes a somersault inside your chest. He’s stating the obvious, but somehow it still makes you feel all tingly-tangly; you guess this is how it feels like when someone you actually like confesses to you. Damn, these heart palpitations are not a joke.

“I… I really like you too, Eijirou.” You admit sheepishly. For some reason, he doesn’t look to affected by your words which stings a bit but oh well.

“I promise you I’ll… I’ll get better. Stronger. I’ll learn how to love myself. This ring…” he finally pulls out the ring from behind his back and takes your hand in his. Then it’s silence. He takes a deep breath to calm down.

Oh my god.

Oh my fucking god.

You are all about the YOLO, but this a bit… too much?! Too soon?!

Okay, who are you kidding, you literally can’t say no this man. You literally knew this man will be the end game since day 1. You don’t need to date him for several years to know that he’s… special.

“With this ring, I promise you that I’ll become the best version of myself and then… I’ll marry you. Because you deserve the best and nothing less, Y/N. So… I know it’s a lot to ask but… will you wait for me?”

Eijirou puts the ring on your ring finger. It’s a beautiful silver ring with a crimson colored gem in the middle. It’s actually gorgeous.

Don’t cry. Don’t fucking cry.

Your favorite hero just proposed to you with a ring from a claw machine. With a ring he technically spent half of your rent money on right in front of your eyes. With a ring he worked so hard for that even his quirk acted up from it.

“Okay.” A few stray tears escape from your eyes so you quickly rub them away. “I’ll… I’ll marry you, you himbo. I promise. Don’t make me wait for too long though, yeah?”

“Why are you crying? Was that too much? I was an absolute idiot, wasn’t I? That’s so selfish of me, I’m sorry…”

“Oh my god, shut the fuck up!” You let yourself fall into his arms, your own arms snaking around his neck to pull him closer, toppling the both of you over. You two end up lying on the floor, hugging like two idiots and you only hope that no one will come over to this corner in the next few seconds because you are quite sure you’ll be kicked out for inappropriate behavior if they do. “Wanna come to mine?”

Eijirou’s face is as red as his hair and it’s hilarious. “To your… flat?!”

“Yeah. To my flat. I have some wine we can share. We can watch a movie… I have some old school Crimson Riot stuff somewhere in a box, we could… go through it together?”

“You have Crimson Riot stuff in your flat?!”

Well, apparently coming to your flat was only cheeky until Crimson Riot wasn’t involved. He’s such a fucking geek.

“Duh. Where do you think that old ass poster was coming from? Santa?”

“Y/N… this is the best day of my life!”

“Well, I’m glad that all I needed to do was to mention Crimson Riot for you to actually appreciate our date.” You roll your eyes offendedly as you finally stand up from the dirty floor.

“No, it was the best day anyway but now it’s the best best day! Double best day! Triple! Quadruple! I don’t know what comes after that I’m afraid, I’m quite dumb.”

You can’t help but laugh at that.

“You are such a himbo, I swear to god.” You reach out for him to help him up. “Come on now, hubby. Let’s continue our date at mine.”

“Yes, sir.”

~•🪨•~

“Well, this is my flat. Well, technically it’s my uncle’s. He’s uhm… loaded.” You mutter under your nose as you put the key into the lock.

Then you change your mind and pull it out.

One last chance for that cheeky kiss. One last fucking chance. You can do this. “Before we go in, I want to… uhm… thank you for today. I had so much fun and thank you… for your promise. I also want to give you something, it’s definitely not a big deal or anything but…” You slowly turn around to face the big red man. Haha. The big red man. Like the big red dog. That’s funny.

…

Anyway.

You slowly stand on your tiptoes, trying your best to reach Eijirou’s lips. You make sure to give him enough time to be able to move away if he’s not comfortable, but by the glassines of his eyes as he stares at your lips, you have no reason to worry. He looks like he’s not even on this planet, his breath is ragged and he doesn’t blink at all, like he’s trying to remember every single second of this. His eyes close when you are too close for him to actually be able to see anything, and you are just about to kiss him senseless, when your door randomly opens. Aggressively. Eijirou jumps up so high he almost bumps his head into the ceiling.

“Did you forget how to open your own door, you silly sausage? … oh. Oh!” Crimson Riot stares at your companion with a shit eating grin of his face.

… oh fuck.

… next chapter!

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TL: @porusuniverse @sixxze @unofficialmuilover @cheesenmax @readingfan @sammmm29 @pwinglez1 @happydragonfrog @magicalhandsherringclam @lovingnightharmony @theequeenofcurses @kirishima-eijirock @nerinefy @selfindulgenthoe @fierysplash213 @woofwoofwolf @touyasprettydoll @confused-smol-fan @themultifandomgirl @dark-witch-bitch

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #Kirishima x reader #Kirishima Eijirou x reader #red riot x reader #Kirishima x you #kirishima x y/n

[gabessquishytum]

We've talked about the boys being pervs, and panty stealers.

How about Roommate AU, where they've been roommates for 2 years.

Dream always does the laundry (chores are split between them), and he steals Hob's underwear, cums inside them (always thinking about fucking Hob when he does) and then he washes them. He's been doing it since a month after they moved in together and thinks Hob has absolutely no idea.

While Hob doesn't actually know how long he's been doing it, Hob DOES know that for at least the last few months, Dream's been stealing his underwear, using them to jerk himself off, cumming in them, and then doing the laundry to hide it. Instead of being disgusted by his apparently extremely horny and perverted roommate, Hob is extremely turned on by the whole thing and is trying to figure out how he can get his roommate to forget about his underwear and instead, cum inside him.

Maybe he should start walking around the flat naked? 😈

- 🐺

Ooo YES more pervy boys!!!

Hob has been dropping major hints that he's DTF, but Dream either doesn't pick up on them or he's too awkward to respond. And Hob is getting absolutely desperate, knowing what Dream is doing to his underwear while he's out. He's tried to wear sluttier underwear to show exactly how willing he is, and he's sure that Dream must have noticed, but still the status quo continues. Every day Hob buries his nose in his own briefs, hoping that he'll pick up a fraction of Dream’s scent from the fabric.

And so he finally decides to leave a note among his dirty laundry: if you want me as bad as i want you, then don't waste your cum on my underwear. i need you to fill me up completely tonight.

Dream spends the day in a daze, waiting for Hob to come home. He's not 100% sure if it was real or a prank and he's almost too anxious to be horny... and when Hob comes home from work, he's also sweating with anticipation! The arousal in the room is so strong, you could almost smell it.... and finally the horny outweighs the anxiety, and they fall on each other like they're starving.

Dream has Hob doggystyle on the living room rug, and murmurs in his ear the whole time about how his underwear smelt and felt so good, how much he loved coming inside it. How he loved seeing those new lacey briefs and now he loves them even more because he knows that Hob bought them to show off. How he always strains to listen to Hob jerking off at night. And how fucking him for real is so good, so much better than he ever could have imagined.

They both make massive stains on the rug, and neither of them particularly care. Hob can feel Dream’s warm cum dripping from his hole, and it's the best sensation he's ever experienced. He doesn't think he'll ever be satisfied with anything except Dream’s cock and Dream’s dirty talk from now onwards.

#🐺 anon #the sandman #dreamling #nsft

[amaesama]

I have a question do gorou or tighnari experience heat yk because they have animalistic characteristics?

I think they would! However I think it would be a little different to how animals go into heat as they’re not fully an animal. I also had to look up what foxes and dogs do in heat to make this as accurate as possible and it made me feel very awkward but here you go!

WARNING: mentions of NSFW stuff

For Tighnari I feel like he would try out concoctions and stuff to calm the symptoms down as he needs to work and this is just such a major inconvenience to him. He’ll try out mixing mushrooms and flowers and such and eventually he’ll find something that will take his mind off of the need for a mate and onto his work. He’ll still avoid people best he can and work alone but at least he’s working. However if he had a partner he would absolutely try out relieving his urges with them, he says it’s an experiment but we all know it’s because the urge is just too strong and MAYBE mating with someone will stop it.

Tighnari is a fox, so some of the characteristics of what he does in bed will carry over from that. For example he’ll be very loud, which is something unusual for him as he’s usually pretty quiet. He’ll try his best to be as quiet as he can but sometimes he just can’t help it - his moans will be very whiney and high pitched and you swear you heard him yip at some point. Like most animals going into heat he’ll totally get a breeding kink and will want to cum inside his partner, no matter what gender they are he will fuck his cum into them like no tomorrow. He will be very quick to cum when in heat, so by the time his partner has came he’s already on his second load - which is efficient as by the time his partner is overstimulated there’s a chance he’ll already be satisfied.

Another little thing that carries over from his fox genes is the urge to fight someone who comes within 10 meters of his partner. This happens more with males as he see’s them as a threat, he knows they’re not and he will try his best to not square up to them but the feelings still there.

Overall I think he’s pretty good at managing his heat.

But Gorou??? Ohh he’s not as good at it.

He’s a Shiba Inu so it lasts about 2 weeks, for him that’s 2 weeks where he can’t properly lead his men. Being a general it’s very important for him to give orders and be seen publicly and in the first couple days he’ll insist that he’s able to go out and conduct training and order his army around, but he quickly realises that he is in no shape whatsoever to be in public. He doesn’t like it but he knows he’ll be no use out on the field and that he’ll have to stay at home until it wears off, which is where his partner comes in!

The poor guy is so dead set on getting better and in his eyes the best way to do that is fucking the hormones out of him. That’s not really how it works but whatever makes him feel better ig. Like Tighnari he will absolutely develop a breeding kink and will fall in love with the look of his cum falling out of his partner as he hurriedly thrusts back in in attempt to keep it inside. He prefers doggy style (obviously) and will press his chest into his partners back in almost an embrace, needing to be close to them. To smell them. To be with them. He’s so tempted to bite down on their neck or arm or any part of their body in attempt to mark his territory and in many cases that is exactly what he does, but sometimes the only thing he can concentrate on is his cock pushing in and out of the hole he’s made such a mess of and he doesn’t want to waste time on anything that will take his mind off it or slow him down.

But there are also times where fucking something just isn’t enough for Gorou. He needs to be fucked.

He will totally try strapons if his partner doesn’t have a dick of their own and will turn into a total bottom. However the only catch with this is that he can’t just have his hole plowed and be content, he will need to have his own cock played with. And honestly this might be best, he will have insane stamina and will be able to last longer than his partner so anything that brings him to over stimulation faster so they can have a break is a total must.

He’ll have a cool down of like a day or so where he’s content and fucked out, and then he’ll go back to clinging onto his partner and rutting himself against their leg to tell them he needs some form of relief.

#genshin headcanons #genshin x reader #genshin impact #Gorou #gorou x reader #tighnari #tighnari x reader

[jupiter-va]

Ohmygosh everybody is absolutely correct when it comes to Abby having a gunplay kink! Its so easy to imagine her pressing you against the wall with the pistol pushing into your skull, just at the nape of your neck. All while she's strapping you senseless.

Buuut, now I can't stop thinking about the opposite side of things... Ellie has a knife play kink. She holds you down to the bed, her fingers stretching you out with one hand while her switchblade is pushed against your neck. Hard enough to feel it, but not so hard she cuts you. Ellie would absolutely be the type to cut your clothes off with the knife too. I imagine she doesn't like wasting time 🤤

(Yeaaaaaaa I gotta write both now)

I had to get all of my wholesome thoughts of the morning out of the way for this because I have many thoughts and opinions

‎‧₊˚✧Ellie and Her Knives✧˚₊‧

CW: Knife play/reference to cutting, slight reference fear play , (kinda) mean!ellie

||MDNI

❥︎I've been thinking about how Ellie discovered that she had this kink in the first place. I'm settling on maybe a play fight?

❥︎ You both had been annoying each other one day and, jokingly, you pinned her and threatened to cut her cheek with a pocketknife. It was an empty threat of course, but it made her squirm.

❥︎The feeling of the cold, sharp metal resting against her cheek, the teasing look in your eyes when you had her pinned. She felt almost gross for liking it so much.

❥︎She felt even grosser for thinking of how much fun it would be to hold you from behind, dragging a switchblade up from your torso to your neck, and holding it there. Pressing down just enough so that you could feel the blade

❥︎I think she'd bring it up in the most awkward way possible, afraid that you'll think she's unhinged for it, you don't of course, and a wave of relief hits her

❥︎ She'd go absolutely feral the first time you let her do it. Immediately rushing to use the knife to cut the clothing off of your body, running it up and down your torso and across your thighs, loving how still you're trying to be for her as she does.

"You scared, angel? Just stay still for me and you won't get hurt"

❥︎You know she wouldn't actually do more than leave a small scratch with it, but it doesn't stop the pang of fear and, embarrassingly, arousal from coursing through your body as she presses the sharp blade lightly onto your skin. One wrong move and she might actually cut you, which makes it all the more exciting for both of you

❥︎As a mean woman connoisseur™️️, I love the idea of her being a little degrading about it when she feels how wet you are from her putting the knife to your neck

"You're enjoying this so much aren't you? You don't even care how fucked this is. Just like having a knife to your throat as long as my fingers are inside of you, right?"

"You don't act so scared, angel. Not when you're practically soaking from the feeling of the blade against you.."

I need knife kink Ellie and gun kink Abby in the same room at the same time, I can take them both istg😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

#ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams hcs #abby tlou2 #✧jupiter's thoughts✧

[jungk0oksthighs]

Jungkook drabble – “And even if you don’t feel the same, that’s okay – I’ll always be here for you.”

Unrequited love au, bestfriend!jungkook | Word Count – 1k

warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption 

Eyes animatedly round and bulging from your skull, you stare at your best friend Jungkook in complete astonishment. He’s very drunk, you’re very drunk. It was decided last minute that the two of you would go on an impromptu camping trip tonight, and so you’re sitting by the fire beneath the moonlight and stars with the man you’ve known your entire life. Except there’s one thing you didn’t know about him, one thing he’s been drunkenly rambling about for almost twenty minutes now.

Jungkook is in love with you.

“And even if you don’t feel the same, that’s okay – I’ll always be here for you…” He sighs dramatically into the neck of his beer bottle, nervously chewing his pierced lip.

“Kookie you’re drunk, stop talking shit.” You snort, there’s absolutely no way he’s in love with you. No fucking way. Not in a million years. You’re blushing, fighting a smile, because in all honesty you’re flattered – Jungkook is quite the catch. Hundreds, no scratch that thousands of girls constantly try their luck sliding into the tattooist’s DM’s on Instagram – always disheartened when he doesn’t respond. Any girl would be lucky to have him, but he’s your best friend… You just don’t see him like that.

“I’m one hundred percent serious. I’ve had it bad for you since you kissed me in third grade.” He’s laughing now, shaking his head in disbelief that it’s taken him more than twenty years to admit this to you.

Ah yes, your first kiss. Jungkook’s first kiss. It was the result of him winning his taekwondo tournament after school, you were so happy and proud of him that you went to kiss his cheek when he was announced as the winner – except he had turned into your embrace at that very moment. Escalating into a very awkward, innocent clashing of lips and teeth between two usually shy children.

“Okay first of all I didn’t mean to kiss you,” You hold up your finger, waggling it in your defence, “And it was barely even a kiss it was more us… Clashing—”

He grabs your stray finger, shaking it violently with a wide grin, “It was a kiss.”

“No it wasn’t!” Your head lolls back from laughter, “That was not a kiss.”

“It definitely was, just admit it you had a crush on me and kissed me.”

You roll your eyes, “That’s not true at all…”

“Fuck me Y/N, nothing like shooting a man when he’s already down.” A pained, forced giggle rattles inside the chest his hand clutches in feigned offence.

“Sorry.” You’re biting your lip to stifle laughter, he’s so wasted that his eyes are reddened by alcohol and so hooded that they threaten to close at any moment.

“So you really feel nothing for me, huh?” He sighs, letting go of your hand and sinking back in the camping chair, shielding his embarrassment with the bend of his elbow.

“I-, well…” You feel guilty, terribly so, that his feelings are unrequited. Of course you love him, you’d die for him without a second thought… You just don’t love him like that, “Can you just let me process what you’re saying here? You’re my best friend… I wasn’t expecting this.”

“Really?” You watch his brow quirk knowingly, “You’re telling me you had no idea?”

“Genuinely didn’t have a clue, I still don’t believe you if I’m being honest… You’re just drunk.” You hum, standing to get another bottle of beer from the cooler nearby.

It’s when you walk past your best friend that he firmly grips the back of your knees, bending them until you collapse onto his thighs. You’re straddling him, peering down at his shit-eating smirk with a warning stare. His palms find purchase on your hips, holding you in place.

“Jungkook what are you doing?” You snort, playfully tugging his long brunette locks.

And that’s when it happens, yours and Jungkook’s first actual kiss. It’s like the world stands still when he angles his face up to yours, noses brushing against each other with nothing more than shaky alcohol-stained breaths between you. He presses his lips to yours so delicately that you almost don’t feel it at first, it’s featherlight, tender… Everything you wouldn’t expect from a big beefy tattoo artist covered with piercings and dark artwork of his life.

You sigh against his mouth, head spinning, heart pounding. When he pulls back you almost feel disappointed, but the love swimming in his brown doe-eyes stops you from feeling disheartened. That’s the moment you realise he’s telling the truth.

“Do you believe me now?” He tucks a wayward strand of hair behind your ear, resting his thumb on your cheek when he cups your face.

You roll your eyes, standing from his lap in one swift albeit not so elegant movement, “No, you’re definitely just drunk.” You lie, mentally unable to deal with this right now as beer and something akin to butterflies warm your body.

“Guess I’ll have to remind you in morning when I’m sober then.” He winks, and you throw his fresh beer at him with a scoff.

“I’ll hold you to that.”

The next morning Jungkook pulls you close in the sleeping bag, nestling his forehead in the crook of your neck, “Good morning…” His voice is croaky and thick with sleep, a contrast to the airy pitter patter of raindrops hitting the tent.

“Morning.” You’re stretching in place, welcoming the way his warm hands squeeze your middle.

He sighs knowingly, lacing his inked fingers with yours, “I love you Y/N.”

“I know.” You smile.

x

AN: thank u for ur request i hope this is okay! :) 

#jungk0oksthighs drabble game #bestfriend!jungkook #unrequited jungkook #jungkook #jungkook oneshot #jungkook drabble #jungkook x reader #jungkook x yn #jungkook angst #jungkook fluff #jungkook kiss #tattooist!jungkook #jungkook tattoo au #jungkook imagine #jungkook reaction #jungkook scenario #jungkook mtl #bts mtl #bts drabble #bts x reader #bestie!jk

[onlyjaeyun]

ZADIE LOOK WHAT YOU DID!! it's 1am and i can't sleep cause of my strictly business brainrot :( SO SUFFER WITH ME

sb!jay who loses his absolute SHIT after seeing yn wearing a tie for the first time, like he can't get over the way the tie just fits between her perfect tits and it takes all of his willpower to guide his eyes away from her tits.

sb!jay who notices yn wearing the same clothes over and over again and asks her why and she says its because she's still young and doesn't have much money and doesn't want to waste anything so he LITERALLY GIVES HER A FUCKING RAISE JUST SO SHE COULD BUY MORE COMFORTABLE AND DIFFERENT CLOTHES!! and his signature smirk when he sees her wearing a wider range of clothes the next week.

this is adding on to the person who said a list of shit shiah would do to sabotage yn and it's the coffee one but i changed it to water for this one for my plan to work >:)

so shiah who spills water over yns shirt and accuses her of trying to seduce the guys but hee was there and sticks up for yn and jay goes to give yn his jacket but his eyes briefly dip to the outline of her tits and he gulps all while yn is being a sweet little baby and thanking him for the jacket. and when yn goes back home and hands the jacket back to jay and he notices that it smells sweet like her perfume and later he jerks of to the thought of her tits and her scent (the one in her pussy-)

last one i swear!! sb!jay who meets yn in the park outside of work hours and forgets how good she looks in a skirt. she was wearing this pretty little sundress and jay's mind stopped working for a second. yn keeps talking and he feels guilty and rips his gaze from her bare thighs (like bRO YOU'RE SO OBVIOUS WE ALL KNOW YOU WANT YOUR HEAD IN BETWEEN HER THIGHS) as yn asks why she can't wear skirts but shiah can, and jay coolly replies (not really he is one AWKWARD motherfucker when it comes to yn) that it doesn't really matter and that she can wear skirts if she wants and the next day she wears this cute black skirt AND JAY JUST DIES. LIKE THATS IT, STRICTLY BUSINESS IS OVER, JAY'S DEAD.

the way i'm gonna use these as inspo for future chaps BECAUSE LOOK AT THESE BIG BRAIN THOUGHTS I LOVE AND APPRECIATE YOU ALL SM JFKWNFOLD knowing you guys think about strictly business as much as i do makes me SO happy i would literally send you my love in a package if i could 🥺🤍

#; mailbox 📬 #; strictly business

[toxicnotebook]

Rating home library ideas from home decorating websites

Okay, here’s the thing: when I was designing a wallpaper for home libraries, I had to look at a lot- and I mean a LOT- of home decorating sites.There were quite a few interesting home libraries, both good and bad. And a few that were downright evil.

I set aside some of the ones I found noteworthy, and now I finally have time to write this post. We’ll start with a classic:

It’s cozy, there’s a comfy patterned chair, it’s using a small space in a smart way, it has a nice lamp and a small succulent. The modern reading nook summed up in one image, and it’s actually achievable for most homes. 7/10

This is, perhaps, a bit too cozy. Leaning a bit on the claustrophobic side if I’m being honest. But it makes good use of a very awkward space, and I do love me some fairy lights.

The top shelf above the window is a bit too high up for easy access though. 6/10

Oh this is just lovely. Does give off a used bookstore vibe, but that’s a plus for me! 8/10

Why does feel more claustrophobic than the one in the skinny ass hallway. It feels like the books are holding their breath to fit in that bookcase. Hate it. Nice color though! 4/10

In contrast, this moderate bookcase feels far larger and airier than it actually is! I do love the decor spots, although I hope the shelves are modular so one could, in theory, add more shelves for more books. Like I just wanna pop another shelf above the glass ball and jam some paperbacks there. But that might be a me problem. 8/10

Girl. This is just mostly air, not airy. Why even bother installing a custom mounted metal shelving unit when you have barely anything to put on it? What an absolute waste of space and money.

Also stacking your books in those small aesthetic piles will make it a bitch to find any specific book, good luck with that. 3/10

Fuck me, the multiple little pile of books on a shelf is a fucking trend. Like WHY would you do this on functional shelves like those? Books piled on a table makes sense. Books placed horizontally on a shelf they are too tall for makes sense. This? This makes no sense. You’re just making it harder to find & take the books off the shelves, AND you’re wasting space. Arrrrrhfhfghgh. 2/10

Ahhhhhh. Much better. Cottagecore girlies, this one’s for you! 9/10

So I live in an area VERY prone to earthquakes, and everything about this image sets off my anxiety. Floating shelves in general are iffy for earthquakes, but the large ones are especially prone to just...falling off the wall when things get moderately shaky.

Add in the large, heavy books on EVERY shelf, the absolute height of the unit, the fact the shelves are polished metal, AND all the books are right on the edge of the shelves....yeah. No thanks. 2/10 don’t wanna be brained by books

WHAT DID I JUST SAY ABOUT EARTHQUAKE SAFETY. The old bookshelf wasn’t the best, but it wasn’t holding up pounds of books with just some bolts embedded in sheet rock and studs! AND GET SOME DIVIDERS. OR BOOKENDS. 1/10

Or something like this, perhaps! Large, roomy, and the spaces are generous enough that it can accommodate taller books. Still don’t like those little piles, but here it’s not as bothersome. This feels like a library that’s well-loved. 9/10 slightly too tall for me though

I hope you don’t have kids or pets, because all your books are coming down when this shelf gets hit with a moderate bump. 3/10 gives waiting room vibes

Good use of an awkward space, a nice chair, and while they did use floating shelves, these ones aren’t overloaded or crazy high on the wall. Wish the top shelf only had paperbacks, though. 5/10

This is just stupid. 2/10 points for whimsy

I’m a short bitch, so I love me an extravagant home library with a built in ladder. The perfect combo of maximum space use and ease of access! 10/10

Unless, of course, the ladder looks like it’s made of balsa wood or is otherwise completely USELESS. 0/10

What a perfect little nook. 10/10

Man, I really wanna love this, but the odd-sized shelf above the built in sofa knock a few points off for me. Maybe if the staging stylist had put in mass market paperbacks instead of regular books it would make more sense. Great view though! 7/10

YES. HELL YES. I love me a staircase library! Perfect combo of class, coziness, and space useage! 11/10

AAAAA THIS ONE IS EVEN BETTER- wait why are the books like that

wait

wait

THIS? THIS IS A FUCKING TREND??? YOU CAN’T STAND ANYTHING BREAKING YOUR PRECIOUS NEUTRAL COLOR SCHEME SO YOU TURN YOUR BOOKS AROUND? DO YOU SIMPLY NOT WANT TO FIND ANY TITLE EVER AGAIN? DO YOUR SENSES COMPLETELY SHUT DOWN AT ANY HINT OF SATURATION? GET A FUCKING E-READER IF YOU CAN’T HANDLE THE IDEA OF BOOK SPINES!

Anyways. -2/10

Ahhh. Much better. Good use of an old phone nook, and you could add those raw wood shelves yourself. And look! You can have a neutral palette AND a home library without making it impossible to find a book! Who would have thought. 9/10

These types of shelves look cool, but are just hard to use in any useful way. Your books are going to be constantly flopping over. 3/10

Oh this is just prime coziness. Can you imagine reading in one of those squishy chairs on a rainy day? I’m starting to relax just from thinking about it. 10/10 someone get me a hot cocoa

I know these types of built-in shelves are popular, but man it would be such a pain in the ass to get any of the books from the top shelves. It just feels like these types of libraries are there for aesthetic purposes, not everyday use. 5/10 they do look cool at least

Well. At least there’s a ladder. 3/10 TOO TALL TOO TALL

This appeals to my Goth sensibilities. 9/10 gimme that chandelier

Those giant words feel like a threat. Is this library about to fight me? 3/10 hate the vibes

This REALLY appeals to my Goth sensibilities. 10/10 RAVENS!!

My opinion on this rests entirely on whether or not there are books behind the painting, because if I had to take down a giant ass portrait every time I wanted to read idk Witches Abroad I would be. Hmm. Cranky! Schrodinger’s books/10

Another excellent use of a weird space, and you could add those shelves yourself! 8/10

This is...extremely off-putting, but I’m not sure why 3/10 kinda getting fire hazard vibes tbh

If I walk into your home and I see this, I immediately know you don’t actually read those books. No book reader is gonna jam their books into a FIREPLACE- hope you closed it up, by the way, otherwise good luck when it rains- in a Tetris-like configuration with no way to see the titles. Every time you try to take a book out you’ll have to shove a bunch of books around and hope they don’t fall out in a giant pile you’ll have to carefully put back in your aesthetic little configuration of nonsense. Home library my ass. Be honest to yourself and call it what it is- an art installation on the cheap. 0/10

Oh I adore this. First off, perfect use of a weird alcove space. Second, the cushy pillows and warm lights just ooze cozy comfort. I can easily see myself flopping over the pillows with a thick book and hot tea. 12/10

Sooo, if I want to take out a book I’ll have to worry about knocking over my entire collection if I go a little too quickly or take out more than one? PASS. 1/10 point for the rainbow I guess

MAN, this just hits my maximalist sensibilities in the right places. The light fixtures, the absolute maximum use of space but still keeping everything within reach, and the bright yellow/deep teal color scheme. There are piles of books on the floor, but since I had my own floor pile during the bookstore days I can’t judge. Absolute perfection. 14/10 maybe put a rail on that stair shaped bookcase, you know someone’s gonna try it

NO

NO

NO

HAVE YOU NO OTHER THOUGHTS IN YOUR BRAIN OTHER THAN YOUR ROMANTIC AESTHETICS? HAVE YOU NO SENSE OF PRACTICALITY? EVERY TIME YOU BATHE, YOUR BOOKS WILL COLLECT MOISTURE AND TRAP IT. THEY WILL NEVER TRULY DRY IN THAT LITTLE ISOLATED CUBBY HOLE OF A TUB. EACH DIP, EACH INDULGENT SOAK WILL NURTURE A BREEDING GROUND FOR SOME OF THE WORST THINGS YOU CAN BREATHE IN. AND WHEN YOU ARE HACKING OUT YOUR SPORE FILLED LUNGS, YOU WILL HAVE NO ONE TO BLAME BUT YOURSELF. Or maybe your designer. In that case, -100/10 FIRE YOUR INTERIOR DESIGNER

Sources:

https://www.thepioneerwoman.com/home-lifestyle/decorating-ideas/g32701104/home-library-ideas/

https://onekindesign.com/2013/08/02/50-jaw-dropping-home-library-design-ideas/

https://www.thespruce.com/home-library-design-ideas-4129190

https://www.mydomaine.com/home-library-ideas-5086793

https://www.homesandgardens.com/interior-design/small-home-library-ideas

https://www.housebeautiful.com/room-decorating/home-library-office/g696/designer-libraries/

https://www.architecturaldigest.com/gallery/home-libraries-slideshow

#books #library #home library #libraries #reading #home decor #interior design #long post #I am so not kidding this is a LONG POST

[adelaidedrubman]

NOW THAT’S WHAT I CALL MUSIC MONDAY 

tagged by absolutely no one and requested by fewer still, but in the spirit of kicking off the summer of hook, line, and sinker i am also taking the liberty of starting wip music monday whether anyone likes it or not. afflicting @v0idbuggy @poetikat @henbased @florbelles @unholymilf @socially-awkward-skeleton @direwombat @strangefable @derelictheretic @corvosattano @shallow-gravy @nuclearstorms @cassietrn @confidentandgood @afarcryfrommymain @vampireninjabunnies-blog @nightbloodbix @voidika @firstaidspray @megraen @roofgeese @trench-rot @strafethesesinners @blissfulalchemist @inafieldofdaisies @clicheantagonist, please feel free to drop a wip and a tune that vibes with it!

naturally i am sharing another hl&s playlist banger. pov you’re jestiny and this is what you desperately wish your ex-girlfriends’ internal monologue to be as they watch your current partner fail to bait a hook, but unfortunately probably only the last part applies:

i heard you had to drive him home after two umbrella drinks / i heard he’s got a prius ’cause he’s into being green / my buddy said he saw y’all eating that sushi stuff / baby that don’t sound like you, that don’t sound like love / sounds like it sucks he can’t even bait a hook / he can’t even skin a buck / he don’t know who jack daniels is / ain’t ever drove a truck / knows how to throw out a line / but not the kind in a field and stream book / no darling i ain’t even worried you’ll come running back / he can’t even bait a hook ... [outro] nah you’re the one that’s gonna be sorry when you’re headin’ to get tofu and he has a flat tire in his foreign car and don’t know how to change it and you’ll get your new gucci shoes wet and you’re mad and irritated, i’ve seen you irritated, i’m telling you, better him than me actually

epic blunder, this is how they actually see you and your new man. wip excerpt from hl&s c.3, tentatively titled “throw out a line” (warnings for jessie typical emotional regulation and references to stalking behavior, played for laughs but called for what it is in text):

“Ms. Woodhouse,” John held out a hand towards the brunette that was met with nothing but a scowl in return. 

He made an apologetic ‘ah’ noise and wiped the hand on his shirt, but Jessie knew it was not the fish guts Sherri was repulsed by.  “My apologies.” He bowed. “I haven’t yet had the privilege of patronizing your little store.” Jessie smiled. Patronizing was right. And Sherri deserved it. “It’s so difficult when I have my own boat ramp right in the backyard to remember to get out there to support the small business owners in the community.”  “Support?” Skylar cut in, scowling even harder than Sherri did. “When have you ever supported any business around here? You call trying to shut everyone down and take their property from ’em support?”  Huh. That’s weird  — Skylar seemed to have history with this guy. And it was bad enough he was a lawyer at all, did she fuck up and start pretending to date a fucking foreclosure attorney or something?  John waved the accusation off. “Please, I hate discussing business matters during my recreation time.” He reached into his back pocket to take out his wallet, pulling another hundred dollar bill from it. “I would love to support Can of Worms now.”  John turned to Sherri, gauchely waving the bill in front of her. “I’m afraid my lovely date and I have fished through all of our bait. But it seems you have plenty left. He nodded towards the unopened can at Sherri’s feet. “I’d like to purchase it.”  Sherri met him with a dead-eyed stare. “Store’s closed.”  John turned, looking across the water at the Can of Worms storefront. “Your hours say open until 9.”  “Well, I’m not on the clock.”  “Oh, don’t be unreasonable. I’m paying well above market rate for something I could just waste time going over and buying from you, for much cheaper, in the store.”  “No, you couldn’t,” Skylar said. “Store’s closed.”  He pointed behind him. “I see it open.”  “Store’s always closed to you.” Jestiny gave up on pretending not to notice the conversation, setting aside her beer to slam her hands down on the side of the boat. “Well, sell it to fuckin’ me, then!”  “God, Jessie,” Sherri groaned, leaning down to hold her head in her hands. “Can’t you just fucking leave us alone? Following us, harassing us while we’re trying to fish? We broke up with you. We don’t want you around.”  “Shit’s sad,” Skylar agreed. “Just stop. Don’t make us get a fuckin’ restraining order or something.”  Jestiny kicked the side of the boat, hard. “They’re called Orders of Protection, in fucking Montana!”  “You learn that from your slimebag lawyer boyfriend?” Skylar asked. Jessie frowned. That was hitting below the belt, she thought. “And did he learn it from law school, or ’cause half the fucking County wants to take one out on his creepy ass?” Sherri brought a hand over her mouth to stifle her laugh at Skylar’s joke. “They really are perfect for each other, huh?” she giggled against Skylar’s shoulder, setting her chin atop it and looking up at her adoringly.  Jessie felt flames crawl up in her belly. Of all the infuriating insults.  “Yeah, we fucking are! I finally have someone who can keep up with me behind the rod and on an intellectual fuckin’ level!” she forced herself to flash an adoring smile of her own at the man she shouted over. “And he’s got an actual sense of humor! Just look at his outfit.”  John turned to shoot Jessie a glare.  “Yeah,” Skylar laughed, turning to nudge the flyaway hairs clinging to Sherri’s dewy brown skin away with the sun speckled tip of her nose so that she could finally whisper her teasing directly into the brunette’s ear. “Looks like you and me were the only ones that didn’t think to come dressed for the circus.” 

“I fucking heard that!” 

#wip #asked to be removed/added from tag list btw #it's the summer of hl&s i'm going to go insane #Spotify

[czarnoxiestwo]

Let me display an array of negative emotions in public for a sec

I feel like I haven't been this low in ages. I'm seriously considering changing my career to something less interesting but maybe a little more stable. I almost wrote 'less fulfilling' instead of 'less interesting' here but the point is - it's more stressful than fulfilling at this point.

Impostor syndrome is a quiet constant for me but it seriously seems like I'm far behind other people I know who started tattooing around the same time as I did. It's like I'm walking in circles, not actually acquiring any new skills, at least not in a sensible timeframe. And being stressed about not being as competent as I should be while having to pretend like I am is not the best learning environment which completes this circle. I work with people who are both younger than me and technically more competent than me which is discouraging in the sad, tired and resigned kind of way. (I should point out that I did the right thing at the very beginning - but you can still go through apprenticeship that doesn't point you in the right direction or provide any actual practical advice, not to mention solid skills). What's more, I feel like it hurt my general artistic abilities, not giving me enough room (energy and mental capacity) to grow through experimentation, exercise that my 'waste' my time or creating more time-consuming projects. I taught myself how not to rely on inspiration (which is actually a very useful skill) but I usually use it to create things at the merely passable level that a perfectly average client finds acceptable and will graciously agree to use instead of some random picture stolen from Pinterest. I love doing art, I want to do art - I don't know if tattooing is the kind of art I should be doing or if the art should be my main source of income in general.

My client base (as little as it was) pretty much crumbled away with only some people coming back from time to time but even then I see they don't have much money to spend (nor I expect them to). I don't know if I'm too awkward around strangers (I'm can be pretty awkward) for clients to actually want to work with me on a purely vibe based level or people just aren't interested in what I have to offer art-wise. I'd say my skills have something to do with that but I know (of) tattooers with absolutely abysmal works still managing to be fully booked. Being a queer person in a not that big of a city also means I have to be selective about who I'm willing to work with because my safety may depend on it. I know the self-promotion is an important part of being any kind of professional artist in this capitalist hell but to be frank, I fucking suck at it. I loathe fake-fun fake-energetic artistic content. I hate content-content, to be honest. At the same time I don't hate social media as a concept, I'm more of a shitposter type of guy though and I don't know if I'm brave enough to let it spill into my public facing profiles - both because of my safety as mentioned above but also because it my scare potential clients even more. In consequence my financial stability kind of doesn't exist at this moment.

I'm burned out but I don't do enough to be burned out. I need a break but I cannot afford to have a break. This job takes its toll on a body too. I need a regular physiotherapy for my arm, and fuckes my eyes even more than they're fucked by themselves (a lot). Sometimes I wonder how for how long I'll be able to continue this career before my body says no.

I'm just constantly stressed and worried, and I'm not sure what to do.

#vent post #felt depressed may delete later

[your-divine-ribs]

Spending Valentine’s Day with my characters…

Character headcanons for Red, The Devil Next Door✨, Forbidden (Prof Van✨and Prof Bond✨), Ice Cold and Dad Van✨

Words: 3.2k

Warnings: SMUT! Indicated with ✨ above

Character Headcanons Main Masterlist

Red

❤️ You'd always thought that Van was just being moody when Larry spoilt you with bunches of flowers and chocolates every Valentine's Day and he huffed and muttered sulkily. "Load of commercialised crap... how much did those roses cost you Larry? Waste of fucking money if you ask me."

❤️ It always causes a fight between you and Van. You can never resist lashing out at him and he always returns fire in his usual fierce manner. It's inevitable, much to Larry's dismay.

❤️ This year though you're starting to realise where Van's animosity stems from. You know damn well what lurks beneath his sullen pout. It's jealousy... he's absolutely seething with it.

❤️ But you can't dwell on it, you need to keep your mind off this dangerous love triangle that's been tempting you.

❤️ So when the doorbell rings and there's a delivery driver standing there laden down with the biggest, most gorgeous bunch of beautiful red roses you've ever seen with a pretty heart-shaped balloon floating above them you welcome the distraction.

❤️ Larry's really outdone himself this year, there's no note with the flowers but it's quite obvious they're from him. He really is romantic. You need to forget about Van and concentrate on what's important... your loving, caring boyfriend.

❤️ So you reason with yourself that you've no reason to feel bad with taking the gorgeous gift round to Larry's that evening. You're going to be spending the weekend at his anyway and you want to make the most of admiring the roses before they start to wilt.

❤️ You can see Larry and Van in the kitchen up ahead as you let yourself in, calling a ‘hello’ from behind the huge spray of red petals. They're so big you can barely see over the top.

❤️ You plop them proudly down on the counter, purposefully not looking at Van, already bracing yourself against some sarcastic scathing comment, but it never comes. Your attention's diverted by your boyfriend anyway.

❤️ Larry's eyes are darting between you and the flowers, mouth hanging open in shock, his eyes as wide as saucers. He's been temporarily rendered speechless and it makes you chuckle.

❤️ "I know!" You enthuse. "I couldn't believe it when I saw them either. They're amazing, so so beautiful. Thank you so much!"

❤️ You dart forward to press a small kiss to his lips and that's when you notice his awkward stance, the fact that he's got his hands hidden behind his back, hiding something... more flowers.

❤️ "Oh my god Larry, more flowers! What on earth have I done to deserve being spoilt like this?" You're giggling in delight as Larry produces the hidden bunch, they're still pretty but comparatively tiny next to the surprise delivery.

❤️ But then you notice the small crease in Larry's brow, the quizzical expression on his face and your laughter dies away. "What's up?"

❤️ "Errr... I didn't get you those," he points to the roses, eyes meeting yours as you feel your cheeks start to colour. "But it looks like whoever did really went to town. Look at the size of 'em! Bloody 'ell Y/N... looks like you got yourself a secret admirer! Who d'ya think they're from?"

❤️ "Wha... I... I don't know!" You stutter, confused and overwhelmed by the revelation. "I thought they were from you!"

❤️ Larry doesn't look mad... that's not his style. He just looks bemused, slightly bewildered that someone's gone to such a huge amount of effort to impress you in such a flamboyant way...

❤️ And that's when the realisation hits you like a slap around the face.

❤️ "Oi Van, come and look at these flowers!" Larry calls to his friend who's got his head down, busy stirring a cup of tea. "Must have cost a fucking fortune. Reckon someone's had to remortgage the house to afford that lot. Y/N's got an admirer!"

❤️ Van looks up, taking in the flowers with no amount of surprise evident on his face. "Looks like you've got yourself some competition there mate!"

❤️ And then he looks at you, eyes smouldering with a yearning so strong that you swear your heart almost comes to a standstill.

❤️ Fuck...

The Devil Next Door

❤️‍🔥 You've spent many a Valentine's Day with no romance in your life so you're beyond excited when you see not just one but two red envelopes lying on your doormat on February 14th.

❤️‍🔥 You know straight away that one's from Tom even though it's signed from 'an admirer'. The cute message inside gives it away, it's heart-warming enough but totally predictable... a bit like him really.

❤️‍🔥 Van's taken a bolder approach, signing his card proudly from 'Van the man' with a no nonsense brash but comical little verse that has you sniggering and blushing straight away…

Roses are red

Violets are blue

I think you're well fit

And I'd love to shag you!

But if not I'd be just as happy to take you out for dinner... how about it? xxx

❤️‍🔥 "Thought song-writers were supposed to be good with words?" You giggle as you open your front door to find him propped up against the brickwork in his usual spot, cigarette in hand.

❤️‍🔥 "Yeah well," he smirks cheekily. "Say it like it is, eh? I don't need flowery words to tell ya how I feel do I? So... are we on for dinner then or what?"

❤️‍🔥 His eyes are glowing in a way that warms you through, making you feel like throwing caution to the wind and taking a chance... just this once.

❤️‍🔥 So you do...

❤️‍🔥 Van's booked you a cosy table for two in an exclusive restaurant. You're tucked away in the corner at Van's request but even so you feel a little out of place in a swanky establishment like this. You can't even pronounce half of the dishes on the menu.

❤️‍🔥 "This is my treat love," he announces, but you note his eyes slightly bugging out of his head as he peruses the menu and notes the extortionate prices.

❤️‍🔥 You insist on paying your way but he won't hear any of it, ordering an expensive bottle of wine before you can protest that you don't need all this fancy stuff... good company is all that you really crave.

❤️‍🔥 You know why he's doing it. He knows that Tom took you out for a dinner date last week and he's trying to do one better, overcompensating in the process and totally missing the mark... but you can't deny there's something endearing about the way he's trying so hard to impress you.

❤️‍🔥 And he does look particularly gorgeous tonight in his white button down shirt, his cheeks glowing a little rosy from the wine as he looks adoringly into your eyes from across the table as you both tuck into your food.

❤️‍🔥 You're not sure whether it's the way he's looking at you or the buzz from the alcohol or the fact that you're in a lavish restaurant being wined and dined by the guy you've secretly been lusting after for ages but all of a sudden you're feeling reckless... completely out of control as you fix your gaze on Van, licking seductively at your lips.

❤️‍🔥 "Well if you're not gonna let me pick up half the bill I suppose I'm just gonna have to find another way to repay you."

❤️‍🔥 "What do ya mean… ohh... fuck..." His words peter out into quiet muttered curses as he watches you push back your chair and glance furtively around before ducking quickly under the tablecloth.

❤️‍🔥 "Y/N... Y/N... what the hell d'ya think ya doing? The waiter's on his way back..." He speaks in a low urgent whisper, his tone completely transforming as you crawl over to him, pushing his thighs apart so you can occupy the space between them. "Err hi... yeah... yeah I'd love to see the dessert menu... thank you."

❤️‍🔥 "Y/N... please... ya can't do that in here." His tone is pleading but he makes no effort to stop you as you reach up and unzip his fly, slipping your hand inside his boxers to circle his rapidly hardening cock.

❤️‍🔥 At first you were only planning to tease him but the way his thighs tense up and he groans low and tortured under his breath when you lick a slow teasing stripe up the length of his shaft makes you feel wicked and powerful and ready to take this all the way.

❤️‍🔥 You're definitely going to give him a Valentine's Day treat he'll never forget.

Forbidden - Prof Van

🖤 The last thing you expect from your hot Professor is any kind of acknowledgment that it's Valentine's Day.

🖤 So when you spot a red envelope nestled in between the sheets of a graded essay he places on your desk your heart practically bursts out of your chest.

🖤 Your eyes meet briefly as he shoots you a sneaky wink before he's turning and walking to the front of the room to deliver the lecture, leaving you flustered, glancing surreptitiously around like everyone might guess your dirty secret.

🖤 You know you really should wait until you're alone to open it but you're too damn excited and you tear it open right there and then, eager fingers delving into the envelope and pulling out the card, sliding it between the pages of your textbook to shield it from prying eyes.

🖤 The card itself is nothing special, just a cheap-looking unassuming card no doubt picked up from the local supermarket, but your cheeks are soon burning the deepest shade of scarlet.

🖤 It isn't the cheesy picture of two cartoon bears on the front or the cliché verse about having a secret admirer that catches your eye, it's what Van's written inside in his untidy scrawl.

🖤 It's absolute filth, a vivid and detailed account of what he wants to do to you and how much you're going to love it with strict instructions on reporting to his office straight after class.

🖤 You're squirming in your seat with excitement which just increases every time he fixes you with a dark-eyed gaze from across the room, a promise of all sorts of dark and dirty pleasures awaiting you.

🖤 Within fifteen minutes of the lecture finishing you're naked and prone over Van's desk as he fucks you into oblivion, one hand tangled tightly in your hair, tugging your head back whilst he sets a punishing pace with each buck of his hips.

🖤 "Gonna fucking ruin you baby," he growls into your ear. The penetration is so deep from this angle that each thrust makes you cry out, your hips knocking harshly against the desk, sure to leave bruises.

🖤 "Quiet!" He commands, a large hand slapping over your mouth to stifle your sounds. "D'ya want everyone to hear you moaning for me like a whore?"

🖤 Your muffled whimpers and whines and the delicious wet sounds of your cunt as he slams into you soon have his hips stuttering as he pumps you full with his climax.

🖤 He slides your panties into his back jeans pocket afterwards, not letting you have them back so you have to walk back across campus with his cum dripping down your thighs.

Forbidden - Prof Bondy

🧡 You're confused when you receive the email from Professor Bond asking you to meet him in his office to go over some revision notes... you don't even have any classes with him.

🧡 Your bewilderment only increases when you arrive to knock on his door and he answers it, your eyes falling to the scene in the office behind him.

🧡 There's a chequered blanket laid out on the carpet with a bottle of wine and a picnic hamper and he beckons you inside, grinning widely.

🧡 "What's all this?" You ask, wide-eyed with amazement.

🧡 He takes your hand, tugging you down so you're straddling his lap, pulling you close and pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. "I just thought you might not have anyone to spend Valentine's Day with so I thought I'd do something nice for ya... it's not too much is it?" He adds with a note of caution.

🧡 "No it's not, it's perfect!" You gush. "But you didn't need to go to all this trouble... not just for me!"

🧡 "Ah, I know pet... but I wanted to," he smiles at you warmly.

🧡 You chat easily whilst Johnny pours you a glass of wine, clinking glasses together as you grin at each other.

🧡 You're so touched by his kind, and quite frankly romantic, gesture that all thoughts of seduction slip out of your mind... just temporarily of course.

🧡 As soon as he picks up a strawberry to feed to you the atmosphere in the room changes. He can't take his eyes off your succulent strawberry stained lips.

🧡 The juice starts to drip down your chin and he catches it with a finger, sliding it upwards to your mouth.

🧡 You waste no time in wrapping your lips around his finger, looking up at him through your lashes with big innocent eyes as you suck gently.

🧡 "Fuckin' 'ell," he breathes, feeling his dick twitch in his pants as he imagines those perfect lips wrapped around another part of his anatomy.

🧡 He'd promised himself he was going to resist you today, but he really should have known better.

🧡 He's a lost cause as you draw his finger deeper into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it as you begin to shift your hips, lightly grinding against the growing bulge in his lap.

Ice Cold

💙 You'd heard enough about him on TV, it seemed like every night you switched it on these days his face was on the screen, beamed into your living room on various news reports.

💙 You should have been appalled by the things he'd done, sickened by what he was capable of... but instead you found that you were strangely fascinated.

💙 To everyone else he was a monster but you saw a different side to him. In your opinion he was actually doing the human race a service ridding the world of the sorts of lowlife scum he stalked and killed.

💙 To you he was a beautiful misunderstood enigma, a dark force of chaos that both intrigued and terrified you in equal measures...

💙 But there was more... the excitement and arousal that he also inspired in you kept you awake most nights, hands gripping the bedsheets as you pleasured yourself in tune to your dark fantasies.

💙 Buoyed by your macabre curiosity you'd joined a group of meddling vigilante types you'd stumbled across on a local internet chat-room. Their bold claims of being privy to in-depth information about the UK's most prolific and dangerous contract killer proved just too hard to resist.

💙 Within weeks you were uncovering shockingly detailed information about cases that shouldn't have been for your naïve, inexperienced eyes, but you never handed it over to the authorities.

💙 You'd thought it was harmless enough playing detective at the time, but then you started receiving late night phone calls where no one spoke on the other end of the line.

💙 You also had the unsettling feeling you were constantly being watched. You swore blind you could hear ghostly footsteps behind you on your daily walk home from work, but when you looked there was nobody there...

💙 You reasoned with yourself that you were just being paranoid.

💙 But then things took a really sinister turn when the guy who'd been persistently bullying and harassing you at work for months suddenly disappeared... seemingly without trace.

💙 If only you'd just left it at watching news reports and poring online true crime forums, you wouldn't be in your current predicament.

💙 You'd arrived home late after work on Valentine's Day to find a single red rose lying on your front door step accompanied by a small white card transcribed with two simple words... BE MINE xxx

💙 Little did you know you already were...

Dad Van

💗 Your husband has a massive romantic streak so you're expecting some kind of overblown gesture on Valentine's Day, dozens of red roses or heart shaped balloons are his usual style.

💗 So when you wake up in the morning to find the bedsheets next to you cold and the house unusually quiet you feel perturbed.

💗 Both kids' beds are empty and Van's nowhere to be seen, but then you hear the faint clatter of pots and pans in the kitchen and a familiar male voice humming an Oasis tune.

💗 You pull on your robe and hurry down the stairs just in time to hear Van saying goodbye to someone as he shuts the front door.

💗 "Who was that? Why's it's so quiet? Where on earth are the kids?"

💗 You fire the questions at Van who smiles at you as you come to a stop at the foot of the stairs, reaching out to curl his hands around your waist. "That was my mum... she's just come to pick up the kids for the day... the whole day. Ya do know what that means dontcha?"

💗 "Mmm..." you pretend to ponder his question, smiling up at him seductively. "We get the house all to ourselves?"

💗 "Uh-huh," he confirms, smirking mischievously. "Thought maybe we could fuck in every room. We never normally get chance to let loose with the kids around. What d'ya say?"

💗 "And there was me thinking you were gonna romance me with chocolates and flowers!" You giggle as he dips his head to trail ticklish kisses up your neck, keen fingers already working on undoing the tie of your robe.

💗 "I will babe, don't worry, but first things first, eh? Wanna make my beautiful wife feel good on our special day."

💗 You don't even make it out of the hallway for the first round. Van goes down on you there and then on the hallway stairs and you bury your fingers in his hair, tipping your head back as he pulls your first climax easily from you in record time.

💗 You hadn't realised how much you were gagging for a good fucking, wrapping your legs around his hips as he kisses his way back up your body. "Fuck me Van... I need you now."

💗 "Love it when you're all demanding!" He chuckles as you tear his t-shirt over his head, desperate to feel his bare skin on yours.

💗 Next stop's the kitchen and he fucks you hard and fast on the washing machine whilst it's squealing on a full spin cycle, the vibrations shooting through your core as he pounds into you. You never released domestic life could be so sexually appealing.

💗 It's a quick pit stop for breakfast... Van's been practicing his culinary skills and he whips you up some fluffy American style pancakes with fresh fruit. They're delicious.

💗 He surprises you with a gorgeous hand-tied bouquet of red roses whilst you're eating, telling you that you're the love of his life and he doesn't know what he do without you.

💗 You're just scooping up the last of your pancake on to your fork and he's already making eyes at you from across the table again, reaching under to gently caress your thigh, telling you that you're the most beautiful girl he's ever laid eyes on.

💗 "My god Van, you're ready to go again aren't you?" You laugh in disbelief as his fingers trail higher, making you shiver. "Don't you have like an off-switch or something? I'm still all sticky from last time! I need a shower."

💗 His eyes light up even more at that as he slides his hand over yours, pulling you up and out of your seat. "That's a great idea! We've not christened the bathroom yet love. Let's go!"

#character headcanons #van mccann #van mccann x reader #johnny bond #au fanfic #vanfic #smut

[rodolfoparras]

Okokok- I still don't quite get the whole fascination with him but everything said and all the ideas are so hot so if I may add few things, purely based on bit of prior knowledge and what I saw discussed here.

Digger with breeding kink anyone?? Digger who is begging to be stuffed full and he loves to be fucked in front of the mirror because seeing your cum leak out of him is the hottest thing ever to him. Digger who loves group sex (I feel like that's canon) but mostly because he loves being drenched in cum (and piss). That man will make it a personal challenge to take as many cocks as possible and he won't feel embarrassed at all to beg for more.

Digger with humiliation kink who secretly loves to watch you fuck someone else just so he gets to eat them out after (it's supposed to be punishment but he doesn't see it that way). Digger who is begging to be smacked around and who finds it more difficult to have soft and slow sex than anything else. He likes to say he's up for anything and he'll try anything once but the moment you turn gentle, he's gone. (He will be back).

Also he definitely enjoys face fucking and there is nothing he loves more than having his partner ride his face. Wrap your thighs around his face and man is in heaven.

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Fucking digger so good he starts to think he can get pregnant, hand on his stomach as you fuck him, staying seated on your dick for god knows how long because you never know right? Even plugging himself full of your cum because even letting a single drop spill would be wasteful

Also being a possessive bastard and wanting digger all to yourself so whenever he gets greedy for more you stuff his hole with his toys watching tbe way he struggles to take them along with your cock

Also he’d definitely have a humiliation kink put a leash on him and walk him around like a dog and he’d cream himself, collar him or even tattoo him so everyone who fucks him knows hes yours, he’d absolutely love it

Also I think soft sex would work with him but it would start awkward at first bc he isn’t used to the slow Tempo the eye contact and how gentle you are and when it’s all done and over with he doesn’t know how to tell you that he liked it but you quickly figure it out and implement it into your routine more often

#alec answers #🔮 anon