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[rayslittlekitten]

Days of Fine Wine and Roses

Main Masterlist “Dad Will” Masterlist

A/N: Feels like it's been ten thousand years since I started this (probably some time last year, or even the year before), but it's finally done! 😭 It all started because I wanted a dance with Will. I'll spare the excess commentary. Thank you so much to @carni-val and @lovebarefootblonde for beta reading! Banners by @spaghettificationandpretzels. Hope you enjoy and thank you all for being so patient! 🙏 😘

Rating: E (18+ ONLY PLEASE)

Word Count: 5,150

Pairings: Dad!Will "Ironhead" Miller x Wife F!Reader

Summary: With Lucy going off to college soon, a spontaneous date night gives you a snapshot of what yours and Will's life could look like with having more time for each other.

Contains: sex (PiV), oral sex (M receiving), flirting/bantering, aging, sugary sweet fluff, Will finding reader irresistible, Will still being self-conscious about getting older (I think that's it?)

When Will and Lucy made up after DisneyGate, he lessened her punishment so this weekend she's away with her friends to enjoy their time together before they go off to college, which leaves the house to just the two of you.

"Hey, you know what we haven't done in a while?" you ask Will after plopping down next to him on the couch where he's on his laptop with his reading glasses perched adoringly on his slim nose.

"Make brownies," he quickly answers without looking away from his screen.

"Yes, but no," you giggle. 

“Stop by Astrid’s,” he quickly guesses again, still focused on his laptop, clicking and typing away.

“Oh my God, you and your sweets!” You nudge your shoulder against his, your reaction pulling a small smug smirk from Will.

“We haven't gone on a date in a while.” You loop an arm through his and snuggle against him.

"You want to be wined and dined?" He asks, bringing his arm up and behind you while pushing his glasses up on top of his head with his other hand to look over at you.

“I want us to have a nice night to ourselves.” 

"You don't have a nice night with me every night?" he teases. 

"You know what I mean!" you nudge him again. His smirk widens into a smile.

"How about we try that uh… oh! I've got an idea!" A light bulb goes off in his head. "There's like, this social media trend of couples making plans by blindly making choices," Will starts to explain as he closes his laptop. "For example, I'll write on two separate pieces of paper, say two different restaurants and you pick one without knowing what I have written on either, and we go to the one you picked."

"Okay, that sounds fun, but since when have you kept up with trends on social media? You don't even have social media," you say with a raised brow.

"Lucy showed a bunch to me the other day, but the cutest one was with a puppy choosing which outfit it was going to wear."

"Hm, I think it would be fun to pick out each other's outfits," you tell him, suddenly intrigued by this idea.

"Alright, how about this? We throw a couple of restaurants in a hat and we randomly pick one. Leave that to probability," he suggests. "But we each get to personally pick out what the other person wears. How does that sound?"

"Hmm..." you pretend to ponder. "Okay!"

***

After the luck of the draw of picking a bistro you haven't been to in a while, the next step is to figure out what to wear. The two of you take a peek at each other's wardrobe options after a long, refreshing shower where Will decided to join you.

“The navy blue suit? Really?”

“You look handsome in any color but this one really brings out your eyes,” you tell him. “But most of all, I love how your butt looks in it.” You smirk and give his behind a squeeze.

"Do I have to wear a tie?" he whines.

You nod.

“Fine," he submits. "Well, I haven’t seen you in this sexy number in a while.”

Will pulls out a dress from the back of your closet and presents it to you.

“Because I never have a reason to wear it.” You look at the bold red slinky dress with an open back as you walk towards It. “I can’t even remember the last time I wore this. Might’ve been Fish’s wedding. Don’t you think this is a little over the top for where we're going?”

"I'm wearing a suit and tie. I don't think you'll be the only one overdressed."

"Okay, that's fair."

As the two of you start getting dressed in front of each other, you notice Will watching you. You slip into your dress, hoping you still fit into it. The fabric snugs over your curves and contours in all the right places. The zipper in the back is low enough for you to pull on your own but Will helps you with it anyways. When he comes up behind you, you feel the heat of his body radiating against your bare back. He gently puts his palm on your lower back for a moment before sliding it down to the bottom of the zipper, holding it down while pulling the zipper up.

You expect him to walk away to finish getting dressed but instead, you feel him pressing his lips against your shoulder and neck as his hands knead your waist.

“Babe,” you giggle. “This is why I never wear this dress. Because we’ll never leave the house.”

“If my shirt wasn’t already tucked in, I’d take you right now, just like this.” He continues kissing and nipping at your skin as his hands continue to explore your body, drawing a moan out of you.

"Now I remember why I don't like you wearing this out. I wanna show you off, but at the same time I don't want anyone looking at you the way I'm looking at you now."

His eyes rake over your body in the mirror.

“You’re like this gorgeous rose I just wanna ruin,” he growls.

"Well, know that you're the only one I'm going home with."

Turning around, you and Will steal glances at each other as you help him finish buttoning up his shirt for him and adjust his collar.

"I think that gray tie you have with the stripes will go well with the suit. It'll also compliment my dress."

"You don't think it'll also bring out my grays?" He asks, pointing to his head.

"Maybe, but trust me, it's a good thing. I've never wanted you more than I do now," you reach up and affectionately finger his graying sideburns. "And you’re probably gonna have other women wanting you to take them home with you as well," you chuckle.

"Even if I wanted to do that, I can barely handle you in bed. I don't need to add another woman in the mix," he replies.

"Uh huh," you smirk. “Sure.”

"Besides, she's just gonna be watching because all my attention would be on you," he says as he pulls you in against his body.

"Or you would be watching. How about that?" you tease.

"Nah ah. I'm too greedy.” He shakes his head. “I don't want anyone pleasuring you but me."

"Most guys would jump on that opportunity," you say, taken aback by his response.

"Well, I'm not most guys," he points out before leaning in to kiss you, but you pull back.

"We should get out of here or we'll never make it to dinner."

"Why don't we just skip to dessert first?" His nose nudges against yours as his hands slide down to your ass.

"You mean the chocolate lava cake with a scoop of vanilla ice cream that I know you're gonna get?" you tease.

"You know what I mean."

"Already? Was shower sex not enough to hold you through until after dinner?"

"Seeing you in this dress got me all excited again." He tries to kiss you again but you dodge him.

"Nah ah," you shake your head.

"Not even a kiss?" His eyebrows shoot up to his graying hairline.

You stare at him for a few moments with your bottom lip tucked between your teeth until you finally press your lips against his. He wraps his arms around your waist and presses your body against his as he deepens the kiss. You can feel a bulge poking you, making you giggle. You pull back, breaking the kiss and leaving you both breathless.

"Now go put on a tie while I throw on some make up and fix my hair," you tell him.

"Yes, ma'am!"

***

You weren't expecting live music, as the many times you've dined there, there never was. It's been a while and they've updated the place, adding a dedicated space for live entertainment for evening service and a Frank Sinatra cover band is setting the mood of the room. During dinner, you find yourselves being very touchy with each other. You toe at his ankle underneath his slacks and his hand caresses yours. Flirty eyes dart back and forth as you banter in innuendos. It's like when you first started dating over two decades ago. You're both falling in love with each other all over again, except with someone different. He's no longer a potential partner; he's your husband, father of your daughter and your best friend. At the core, he's still who you first fell in love with, but he's so much more now. He’s the man you've built a life with, who has walked beside you for the last twenty years of marriage. With Lucy going away for college, this feels like a preview of what your marriage could be like having all this sudden free time, getting to re-discover each other together.

“Mm, that is good, but not as good as mine,” Will reacts after you feed him a spoonful of your tiramisu.

"What is it?" he asks after catching you glancing at him.

"Hm?" you hum.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I can't look at my handsome husband?" you ask with a mischievous smirk.

"You mean your old and graying husband?" he jokes.

"You're still handsome," you tell him. "Maybe even more so now than when we first met."

"Oh yeah? How so?" he questions, indulging you.

"You're like fine wine. As you age, the tastier you get." You bite into your lower lip.

"Is that so?" He leans in with his elbows on the table, intrigued by your analysis.

“You’re in your prime. You’re older, but wiser. You see graying hair and wrinkles, but I see experience and maturity. I mean, your charm and personality also adds to it," you reply. "Fatherhood probably has something to do with it too, but in a way that gets me all hot and bothered.”

"Your opinion is biased because you're married to me and I'm your child's father," he points out.

"Why don't we go ask the young hostess? She was totally giving you googly eyes when we walked in," you challenge.

"What? No, she wasn't! She was just being friendly and courteous. It's her job."

"Babe, you're so adorably oblivious sometimes. She totally was! She never once made eye contact with me, only addressed you the whole time with a goofy smile - the same one you gave me when we first met."

"Hi! How were your desserts?" Your waiter comes over to check on you.

"They were delicious!" Will pulls back from the table as the waiter takes the empty plates.

"Yes, they were," you agree.

"Anything else I can get for you?" the waiter asks.

“No, we are good. I think we're just going to finish our coffee. Thank you!"

"Sure, here is the check whenever you're ready. Take your time, enjoy the music!”

"Your handsome husband also can't read small letters," Will adds as he pulls out his reading glasses and then perches them on his face for a second to look at the bill.

As quickly as he had put them on, he pulls them off and places his credit card with the bill. The cover band starts playing "Fly Me To The Moon". Will suddenly stands up and offers his hand.

"Care to dance with this tall bottle of fine wine?"

"Where are we going to dance?" you ask, glancing around at the other tables surrounding you.

"We can do it right here. We're not gonna bother anyone. There's enough space for us."

You finally take his hand and he leads you to the space beside the table. With one hand on your waist and the other holding your hand up, he starts slowly swaying. Your other hand rests on his broad shoulder.

"I wined and dined you and wanna give you a dance too," he tells you, pulling you in closer to him.

"Yeah, we haven't danced in a while," you realize.

He senses your hesitance as you're dancing a bit stiff and still glancing around.

"Don't worry about those other people. Let them watch,” he whispers. “I want everyone in this restaurant to know how much I love and adore my wife.”

He leans in and rests his forehead against yours. You let out a chuckle. Feeling a bit more relaxed, you're finally enjoying this intimate moment.

"In other words...I love you," Will sings along.

When the song ends, there's a round of applause. Will nudges the tip of his nose at yours before giving you a small peck on your lips.

"Give it up for this beautiful couple!" the singer announces and the applause gets louder.

After settling the bill, as the two of you make your way to the front door, Will notices you lingering behind.

"Are you okay? Are your heels bothering you?" he asks, pausing to wait for you to catch up.

"No. I just like watching you walk away." You flash him a wide smile and a corner of his lips turn up as well.

He offers you his elbow when you finally reach him, which you take, but not before quickly grabbing a handful of his butt. When you finally reach the entrance, the hostess thanks you for coming and hopes you had a great experience.

"We sure did. My beautiful wife here thought the tiramisu was to die for, wasn't it, sweetheart?" He turns to you, giving you that goofy grin you had mentioned to him earlier.

"Yes, it was amazing," you confirm. "We will definitely come back again."

"Anything you want," he adds.

"Are you okay to drive?" you whisper, looking at him suspiciously. "You only had one drink."

"I'm drunk on you," he replies, his eyes never leaving you.

You roll your eyes at his silly antics and turn to the hostess to wish her a good night, which Will also does before you whisk him out to the restaurant.

***

When you finally arrive home, you kick off your heels and groan, feeling the relief. As you bend down to pick them up, Will stops you.

"I got them, babe," he says as he loosens his tie and finally releases himself from the constriction.

“Why, thank you!"

He bends down to grab them for you as you start walking up the stairs. His eyes follow you before his body does, enjoying the view as you ascend. Before both of your feet can touch down inside the bedroom, your husband is already all over you.

"Babe!"

You squeal as he snakes an arm around your waist and pulls your back against the front of his body, groaning while he presses his crotch against your ass. He tosses your shoes into a corner while latching his mouth onto your neck.

"Mm," you purr. "You complain about getting old and gray, but your sex drive is still that of a teenager," you giggle.

"We've talked about this. You're my Viagra," he replies and gently bites your neck.

You reach back between the two of you and palm his crotch, feeling him starting to engorge. He moans into your neck, sucking harder, in turn making you slip out a moan as well. Your other hand creeps up to the back of his neck, fingering his blondes and grays at the nape. His palm glides up from your waist to one of your breasts, giving it a healthy squeeze. Sighing, your back arches and you cup his bulge, giving it a gentle tug. He moans against your skin and sinks his teeth into you. Your bottom lip finds its way between your own teeth while also eliciting a pleasurable sound.

Wanting to take control, you find the willpower to pull away from his touch. Whipping around to face him, you grab the edges of his shirt collar and pull him closer to you, smashing your painted lips against his. His hands snake from your waist to your lower back, pressing your body against his as he deepens the kiss, almost continuing where you left off earlier. You gently guide him to the bed until the edge hits the back of his knees, causing him to fall back.

You hike your dress up so you can climb over him and straddle him. Starting on his neck, you suck and kiss on his delicate flesh, leaving light pink marks. You then start unbuttoning his shirt, taking your time with it. As each button gets undone and his chest gets revealed, you place a soft kiss on his smooth skin. You give some extra attention to his scars as you come across each of them. He's always been self conscious of them, but you always tell him you like how it reminds you how rugged he can be. There have been times you've imagined what it could have been like to have met Will while he was still in the military, thinking about your man in uniform.

The scars are also reminders of how far he's come, his life experiences marked on his body. He's told you how he earned each and every one of them. Some are from protecting the country, some are a result of being careless as both a man and boy, and then there's the most recent one still so prominent on his lower abs. It's been so long, but he's got a constant reminder of one of the things that haunt him the most. You give it a tender kiss before continuing down his body.

When you reach his belt, you tug on his shirt until it gets untucked. Will looks down at you as you continue making your way down to undress him. He takes in an audible sharp breath and his abs tighten when you brush your lips on it. You look up at him and keep eye contact as you lower yourself, following his faint blonde trail until your knees touch the floor.

"Babe, wait."

Will quickly grabs a pillow and places it on the floor in front of you.

"I don't want you to hurt your knees," he tells you.

"Always so considerate, even when it comes to getting a blowjob," you chuckle.

"I always want you to be comfortable, especially when you're giving me a blowjob."

The pad of his thumb brushes against your cheek.

You reach for his belt and slide the leather out of the buckle. You can feel his erection growing as it brushes up against your palms. Once you have his fly undone, you grab the top of his pants and boxer briefs, gently but firmly pulling them down. He tilts his hips up and his thick cock springs out. Will groans when you give attention to the creases where his leg and crotch meets, kissing and licking the delicate spots, causing his cock to twitch. When you wrap your fingers around the base of his cock, you run the tip of your tongue from the bottom to the top of his shaft. His blue eyes twinkle as he watches you kiss and lick him up and down.

"God, you're so fucking sexy," he growls. “How did I get so lucky?”

He cups your cheek as you take him into your mouth, making him hiss. Satisfied with his reaction, you're encouraged to go deeper. You relax your throat and push down further until you feel your gag reflex a hair trigger away from bringing your dinner back up.

"You don't have to do that, babe," he says, sensing your hesitance. "I appreciate you trying though."

You keep eye contact as you continue to suck on him, hollowing out your cheeks when you pull back. Will takes in a sharp breath watching himself disappear deep into your warm and wet mouth again until he taps the back of your throat. He fists your hair and grunts.

“Fuck,” he whispers. "Baby, you keep this up, I'm going to cum in your mouth.”

Taking that as a sign of encouragement, you move up and down on him, sliding him in and out between your lips.

"You want that, don't you?" he teases.

You pull his cock out of your mouth with a pop and slurp up the drool that dribbles down your bottom lip and corners of your mouth.

"It has been a while, huh?” you ask while licking him like a lollipop.

“You really want me to cum in your mouth?” He asks genuinely after studying your face for a moment, thumbing the apple of your cheek.

“Hm…” You take a moment to consider it. “Nah ah, I’m not done with you yet.”

You start to pull the rest of his bottoms down until they’re down to his ankles.

“Scoot back,” you command as you slip his trousers and boxers off his feet, leaving him in his dress shirt and crew socks.

As he follows your instructions, you stand up from between his legs and hike up your dress. You then crawl over him, straddling him again along the way, and lean down to kiss him. He eagerly kisses back as his hands grip your hips and then slide back to your ass.

As you continue to make out, Will’s hands move further down, teasing the hem of your dress until he slips his hands up under. He pushes the dress up as his palms press into your skin until he finds your ass again, this time bare and giving it a big squeeze. You grind down on him as his hips thrusts up, rubbing your covered slit against his hard cock.

Will’s fingers find their way between your legs, making you twitch when he lands on your wet opening beneath the thin fabric. He teases you, rubbing slow small circles, coaxing out your arousal. You moan into his mouth when you feel his fingers putting gentle pressure, threatening to penetrate you. Your hips start rolling, wanting more, but he just proceeds to tease you.

You continue to rock against him, but break the kiss. With noses touching, you gaze into his eyes, intentionally dragging your damp panties up and down his length. A sudden gasp escapes you when Will plunges his middle finger inside you. You bite your lower lip and push back as he pumps into you.

Taking back control, you reach down and lightly run your fingernails along his hard cock.

“You’re driving me crazy, baby,” he pants. His lust-filled eyes turn darker as you wrap your fingers around him and stroke.

Will dips another finger in as he thrusts into your hand. You stifle a moan and after a few moments, finally end the torture. Hopping off of him once more, you do a quick strip tease, unzipping your dress first and then pulling down the straps off your shoulders before shimmying out of it, letting it pool at your feet. The whole time you are amused by your husband who is watching while jerking himself. Tonight you wanted to make it all about him and to boost his ego, but somehow he always manages to boost yours even in the smallest ways.

Since he’s enjoying the show, you take your time stripping off your lingerie set. You turn around to show your backside and then unhook your bra. Coyly looking over your shoulder, you pull your bra off and toss it aside. With your arms crossed over your breasts, you turn to face him again. You release your arms, letting your breasts hang freely, to finally slide your thong off your hips and letting them fall to the floor.

Returning to the position you were before, you straddle him and grab his rock hard erection, guiding it to your aching pussy. You rub the tip against your dripping opening, coating it with your lubrication.

“Babe…” Will croaks.

When you’re ready, you finally sink down onto him and he lets out a guttural moan, your own voice joining his as he fills you up. With your palms on his chest, you start moving up and down, riding him slowly at first to get adjusted. You then bear down, sitting as deep as you can. You stay still to really soak in the fullness as he stretches you out, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix, drawing another guttural noise from the back of Will’s throat.

“I can stay like this forever,” you groan.

After getting accustomed to his size, you start moving up and down again, but only giving him short strokes, teasing just the tip. Will’s shaky breath hitches. You watch him as you continue the torture, seeing how he reacts to every move. Feeling yourself clench from all that teasing, you sink down further again, deep down, letting him stretch you out in all directions. Will reaches for your breasts and massages them while teasing your nipples, making your hips twitch.

“Mm, you feel so good,” you tell him.

You then start rocking back and forth, feeling it out and finding the perfect position and rhythm. It doesn’t take long for you to do as you’ve done this probably literally hundreds of times. Your hips move a little quicker, but not quite enough. Drawing out the tease, you move up and down on him, only letting the head penetrate you before sinking down all the way again, repeating the movements.

Getting impatient, Will grips your hips and keeps you still after you envelope him again, and thrusts up to push himself even deeper. Bracing yourself on his chest feeling his muscles flex under your palms, you let him take over for a bit. He pounds into you from beneath, with so much force you’re practically bouncing on his lap. You help him out by rocking against him. His hands glide behind you and he squeezes your ass, pumping up inside of you.

When he bottoms out, you take the reins again, repositioning yourself so you’re squatting over him. It’s one of his favorite views, watching you spread open for him as he disappears inside you. You slip him back inside and place your hands on his chest for support. Slowly at first, you start bouncing on him. As you pick up speed, you’re quickly reminded your knees aren’t what they used to be.

“Okay, this might’ve been a bad idea,” you laugh as you shift your weight behind you to ease the pressure on your knees and balance yourself.

“I got you, baby.”

Will grips the bottom of your thighs to assist you in dismounting him, but finding yourself in this new sexy position, you start carefully bouncing on him again with your weight mostly on your hips and arms, and with Will’s help, it’s effortless. From the twinkles in his eyes, you can see how mesmerized he is by what’s in front of him.

His hand wanders between your legs and his thumb brushes over your clit, spreading your arousal all around and making your elevated hips stutter. You are getting slicker as your orgasm starts quickly building.

“Mm, look at you, my sexy little mama.”

There he goes again with the ego stroking. You start moving a little faster and Will matches your rhythm, getting his second wind and thrusting up again. In the midst of the excitement, he slips out of you and you nearly crush his cock and balls.

“Whoopsie!”

“Are you okay?” he chuckles.

You nod and attempt to reposition yourself.

“Come here.”

He offers you his hands and you take them. He pulls you up towards him so you’re properly straddling him again with your knees planted on each side of his torso as your body prefers. After pulling you against his chest and stealing a kiss from you, he flips you onto your back and then practically tears his shirt off, tossing it on the floor. He props himself with his tattooed forearms, each of them on either side of your head. His head dips down to latch onto the side of your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin. He then makes his way down and pulls one of your nipples between his teeth, gently tugging on it and swirling his tongue around it.

You sigh as you gyrate against him. His attention turns to the other one, but only briefly. His knees spread your legs wider as he settles in the space, reaching down to align his cock with your opening. He shoves himself deep into you and you grab onto his broad shoulders as he drives into you over and over again. Your gut gets tighter with each stroke so you wrap your legs around his waist and start moving with him.

"You know, you keep complaining you’re getting older, but you sure don't fuck like you are,” you compliment.

Feeling encouraged, he hooks his elbows behind your knees and nearly folds you in half. The new position forces you to release his shoulders and allows him to penetrate you even deeper. Your eyes roll back when he hits your g-spot.

"I still can't believe you're my wife sometimes, even after all these years,” Will tells you, then leans down to capture your lips, slowing his hips for a moment to really savor the kiss.

He picks up the pace and slams into you with purpose. You clench up and instinctively find his hands which are planted beside your head. A few of your fingers hook onto his and you hold on as you chase your release.

“Come on, baby. I know you’re getting close.”

You start to unravel as he continues to pound into you. A cry shoots out of you and one leaves Will shortly after as you both come together. He doesn’t stop moving against you until your orgasms subside, slowing down to a halt.

He collapses on top of you to catch his breath. After a minute or so, he leaves a tender kiss on your forehead before rolling off of you. You turn to him to lay on his chest and he wraps an arm around you. The two of you remain silent as you let your hearts come back down to resting rate.

“You know, there is one thing I do enjoy about growing older,” he starts as his fingers caress your spine.

“Oh yeah? What?” You ask, cuddling against his chest.

“That I’m doing it with you.”

He looks down at you to meet your rolling eyes, but your already glowing face brightens up even more.

“We should implement a date night every Friday. How does that sound?” He asks.

“That sounds wonderful,” you answer with a wide lazy grin.

“I love you so much.”

Before you can respond, Will cranes his neck and lays a passionate kiss on you while pulling you in closer to his body where you remain to have a lazy post-bliss make out session.

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Can I get a Kaminari fic please🙏🐸

Denki takes you to your first rave. 600 words

You swayed along with the beat, getting lost in the flashing lights and energy of the crowd. It was your first rave, and you were enjoying it more than you thought you would.

Denki navigated through the crowd finding his way back to you. "Here ya go," he said with a big smile as he handed you a drink.

"Thanks," you said loudly trying to out match the volume of the music.

"Sure thing cutie," he said sipping on his drink. "How are you liking it so far?"

"It's fun! I love the energy here! Everyone is so nice," you said smiling. Denki smiled at your enjoyment. Raves were one of his favorite ways to de-stress so he was excited to know it was something you both could enjoy together.

"I'm glad! I see you got a kandi," he said pulling your wrist closer to read the bracelet, "HA! Choking hazard- that's good," he laughed.

"Yeah!" You laughed with him. "That girl over there gave it to me," you motioned. "I should make some to bring next time!"

"Good idea, we can make some together," he suggested as he wrapped his arm around your waist bringing you to rest against him. You let yourself relax against him and followed his movements as he swayed you both to the music.

Your cheeks warmed slightly at the feel of him pressing against you in sync with the music. You closed your eyes, and felt the friction between you both, alcohol warming your insides. Feeling yourself getting lost, you tried to bring yourself back to reality, and your eyes scanned around the crowd.

All positive feelings halted as insecurity hit you like a brick. The girls surrounding you dressed in skimpy outfits, sent a frown to your face. It was your first rave, and you had no idea what the usual customs were. Apparently, it was clothing optional.

You didn't dislike your outfit but- you definitely felt out of place with all these girls dressed so revealingly. Every damn one of them was cute too. You couldn't help but feel self-conscious.

As if he could read your mind Denki bent down to whisper in your ear, "You look hot."

Denki didn't notice you looking around at the girls and he had no idea you felt self-conscious. He was lost in his own moment- being close to you and excited to have you in his arms. Pushing up against you, and the second drink settling into his stomach gave him the courage to say how he truly felt.

His compliment came at the exact moment you needed it and all your negative self-talk vanished. You spun around in his arms taking him by surprise.

Denki looked down at you, a buzzed look in his eye that caused them to sparkle as he took in the sight of you.

You pushed up on your toes and held on to his arm for support as you pressed your lips to his suddenly. You felt yourself melting into the softness of his lips before- ZAP.

A small jolt of electricity ran through your body.

"Fuck! I'm so sorry!" He yelled, taking a step back. "I got too excited- and I've been drinking- I lost control for a second," He spoke quickly feeling embarrassed.

"It's ok it's ok," you said silencing him and bringing your hand back to rest on his arm. "I.. kind of liked it," You giggled.

"Oh yeah?" he asked, a smirk growing on his face. "Well, next time I'll make sure you consent to it first though." He said flashing a wink then spinning you around to rest against him again.

"I like the sound of that," you said playfully.

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warning! vulgar language, suggestive + written! (wc 508)

"okay he said dress comfy so do i wear like sweats or like a skirt and top?" i said franticly pacing my room. rei shook her head. "girl! wear a crewneck and leggings and call it a day. don't overthink it." "how can i not?" i threw myself down on my bed next to rei. she sighed, petting the back of my head. "look i know y'all are in this weird 'we're dating but not actually but it feels like we are' space but renjun is absolutely in love with you. he would look at you like you were god even in just a trash bag. don't freak yourself you." i whine into the pillow my head landed on. "i just... i know he's gonna ask me out again and i know i am going to say yes so i just like want it to be perfect you know?" i roll over onto my back, looking up at rei. "he isn't jungwon. he doesn't just text me asking to date. he doesn't tell me he's too busy for me. he's caring in a way that jungwon couldn't be and i just want it to work out between us." i slap my hands over my face, dragging them down with a dramatic groan. rei laughed at me. "it will work out how it needs to. now we need to get you ready, it's almost 5 and we don't have all day!"

"hey" i smiled as renjun immediately engulfed me in his arms. "i missed you," he said, kissing the top of my head. i laughed, looking up at him. "its been a week, jun." "a week too long." he flashed a cheeky smile and pulled me into the dorm. "get comfy on the couch and put on the movie. i'll bring over our dinner." "okay," i smiled quickly pulling a blanket over myself and looking up the movie. a few minutes later, renjun sets down two pizzas and drinks on the coffee table in front of us. "oh my god stop did you make these?" “yeah i hope they’re good. i don’t cook much but i waned to for you.” my heart melted. “that’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me. i appreciate it, really, jun. all of this is just so precious.” he smiled at me, fidgeting with his hands. “im glad. i just really like you kl and i want to do everything to show you how serious i am.” i grabbed his hands. “i like you too renjun. i don’t know what i did to deserve this or you but i’m so grateful.” i watched as his eyes twinkled with excitement at my words. “can i kiss you?” i felt my heartbeat quicken. i nodded while leaning in, meeting his lips. a soft and gentle kiss. he pulled away, grabbing the remote to pause the movie. "we're taking this to my room," renjun said grabbing my hand. "what about the pizzas?" "we'll come back after!" i laughed at his hurried state as i followed behind.

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an! late update.. whats new.. quick disclaimer for the plot renjun is NOT an '00 liner bc that would mean a 5 year gap which is just ick saur for the smau hes an '03 liner! originally i planned for kl to reject renjun :( but i felt like since this is the slowest of slow i would add a lil twist but dw this is a jungwon smau! i will do my best to be on time tomorrow and moving forward but unfortunately… i've never been good at time management 🫤 enjoy!ᡣ𐭩

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[haruka-vii]

Normally I don't write up Anipoke comments here but since I'm avoiding other social media for pretty much a month due to the release of Pokémon Scarlet and Violet to avoid spoilers until I'm done with the main story and post game, I'll just exceptionally write up my thoughts here concerning what's to come in these next two weeks.

Knowing how the show has been breaking the traditional formula chain we got used to witness for, perhaps 16-19 years if we count Alola or not, things might turn out differently but anything goes at this point as I can't predict with great certainty how did they write the Generation 8 disclosure. I had the theory for at least an year that Project Mew was secretly evil and this last Friday I was proved wrong so...

About what's going to happen in 9th December. I want to believe this is the scenario:

Goh is hesitant to tell Ash about his idea to go on a journey because he doesn't want to separate from him for an extended/undetermined period of time. The crying bit of the preview is either:

Not managing to tell and running away out of frustration

Admitting the idea to Ash and running away without listening to Ash's feedback

Admitting the idea to Ash, listening to his supportive feedback but Goh gets frustrated with his positive feedback and runs away

Now what I expect (I hope it's this, though), is Ash being supportive about the idea but asking Goh if he can join him in that trip as well (Paldea, everyone?). Knowing Ash I have my doubts he'll just return to Pallet Town, resting on his bedroom while polishing his WCS cup and do nothing else. Remember that dinner talk between Ash and Chairman Rose? The boy openly admitted that what he wants to do is to travel and meet lots of Pokémon and literally not staying stuck in the same place at once to have greater competitive battle notoriety and exposure. Ash will want to continue this as travelling is what made Ash grow as a Pokémon Trainer and what made him become a WCS Monarch.

Although the title of day 16th December was revealed I can't help but have two questions: together or separated? Together to Paldea? I also want to believe that Professor Cerise calls/suggests them to visit Paldea region to investigate something or to learn in first hand about the Terastal Phenomenon. Who knows! And besides I learnt yesterday that among the Pokémon that can be transferred in future to Scarlet and Violet games is Mew. And I'm still thinking about the "temporarily disbanded Project Mew" line of Professor Amaranth. Coincidence?

I'm trying to keep my spirit settled down and to be mentally prepared for any outcome in these next two weeks. I really love Ash and Goh's dynamic and the idea of separating them tears me apart, I think it would be their biggest mistake since that time they decided it was a good idea to write Unova arc as a soft reboot. It essentially thanks to them I found some mental stability during the pandemic curfew. There's a clear differentiated treatment to Goh as a travelling companion (both in and out of the screen) in the course of Journeys and it just wouldn't make sense to discard him away back to the drawer.......... would it? If Ash and Goh are confirmed to stick together then a travelling companion sticking around since the first regional meeting doesn't happen since Brock (who although had to absent for a while in the Orange Islands, he sticked around until the end of Sinnoh's arc so, 2010). It will feel like a Christmas gift for me and as a fan that lives in the Iberian Peninsula I would love to see the duo exploring Paldea! Please make it happen!! 🙏

[dirty-droid]

begging you for hankus/hankconkus thoughts 🙏 (if you feel like sharing obv)

🥺😭 I just love them, and I only have vibes and not thoughts most of the time, but they'd be so good for each other.

Hank and Markus are so much alike, just, even on a surface level, (Connor has a type uwu) they're both these powerful men in leadership positions, and they got there by being intelligent and getting the job done but also by being compassionate and trying to take care of their communities, so you know they have similar worldviews when it comes to wanting to make a difference (acab, becoming a cop does not create positive change but 🙄 fictional setting, Hank's obviously a good man but ugh, we'll just take the canon at face value I guess, but wouldn't it be so cool if Hank and Connor quit and joined Jericho and worked on keeping the deviant population safe? That'd be some cool speculative fiction right there) but also from what we know about their preferred leisure activities, it's so easy to picture them just relaxing together, enjoying music or reading together. Hank loves real music, he'd be very charmed if Markus played piano for him.

I have a hard time seeing Markus not being just as open to being friendly with trustworthy humans as we think of Connor being, I think bonding with a new human, without the heavy emotional weight of having been owned being a component, might be really good for Markus' healing. Connor might introduce Hank to Markus as a human who's important to him, that he trusts who urged him to be free, and Markus might be weary from hearing constant distrust and opposition that Hank being his relaxed and friendly self would be a sight for sore eyes.

Markus on the other hand needs to do next to nothing to seduce a man, he had Connor's ass in less than five minutes flat, but Hank really can't help but admire Markus. I mean, canonically, he defends Markus and his revolution with his life, having never met Markus, LAYING DOWN HIS LIFE, can you imagine what he'd be like if they were together?

I have a everyone's human au that I'll never write that depicts all three of them as Dads, basically if dream daddy were even gayer, Hank naturally has Cole and has lost his wife, he and Connor have been friends for an unspecified amount of time, and Connor has Nines, who is a doorstep baby from a one night stand, and they've been platonically raising their boys together for years. Markus moves in nearby because he's recently gotten kinship custody of his elementary school aged and orphaned half brother Leo, also dealing with Carl's death. Markus is the protagonist of this story, he has the most Motive to make a plot run, because Hank and Connor have been dancing around their feelings for ages, distracted by the stressors of single parenthood, afraid to advance their relationship for fear of hurting their boys and themselves. BUT Markus needs help, from a couple of single dads who've been there done that, and Leo makes friends with Nines and Cole so *obviously* they have to have playdates and sleepovers together and Hank and Connor get closer and closer to Markus, making friends and getting crushes until finally Markus breaks the tension and suggests that they all get together 🥺

I'm sorry I haven't had enough brain to really give you something good to answer this ask, or to answer it in a timely manner, but if you or anyone else is interested, I actually have a discord server dedicated to this ship, and I'd love it if more folks joined

https://discord.gg/bycGEbsU2Y

[becca-e-barnes]

omg that dbf pornstar!bucky drabble😩>> becca do you have anymore thots about him🙏

I always have thots about ps!dbf!bucky! 😏

Because I feel like that dick is addictive. Let's face it, you're gonna be daydreaming about it for weeks on end, good sex is so hard to forget.

I like to imagine it's pretty addictive for him too though because above all else, this sex is real. It's an opportunity for him to truly enjoy sex with a connection, rather than just scripted positions. It's grounded in real pleasure because neither of you are acting. You're kissing him because you want to kiss him. You're biting his shoulder because that's what feels right to you in that moment. You're asking for what you want next. Nothing is scripted; nothing is expected and that's such a different set up to what he's used to.

When you first start hooking up, the sex is bound to be so frantic. It's like the lust just bubbles over all of a sudden and your lips are on his while you try to get each other out of your clothes as quickly as possible. And that's nice! It feels good even just to get to take your clothes off because that's not something he has to do at work.

"You're so pretty, angel." He whispers, kissing down your neck so slowly. It's even nice to just get a chance to whisper because he doesn't get that in the studio. You're the only person that can hear him right now and it nearly gives him a kind of thrill. He doesn't have to think about tensing his muscles and looking his best, he can show you an intimate kind of sex where he's a lot less guarded and self conscious.

"Bucky..." You whine, your head thrown back, giving his mouth complete access to your throat.

"I know baby, I know. You're so needy. I bet you're ready for me already." A hand drifts under your skirt, up to your panties, rubbing you like he owns your cunt. His confidence makes you squirm and his gentle hum of approval leaves you wanting to squeeze your thighs together. You know you're soaked but it's almost embarrassing that he knows it now too.

"You've never had a man touch you like this before, have you blossom? You've never had someone who knows what you need and knows how to give it to you. Used to tell you all the time to stop dating those stupid boys." The pressure he's applying with his fingertips on your clothed pussy is perfect while you shake your head no. He's firm but considerate, letting you press yourself desperately against him in an effort to take more.

"They had no idea how you like to be touched, did they? And honestly sweetheart, neither do I. I don't know what you like yet. But I can promise you, I'm gonna work it out. I'll try everything we can think of. How does that sound? Just keep you in bed for a couple of days. I bet we could find things you didn't even realise you were into. That sound like a good idea?" His voice is calm and measured, his breath hot on your neck and his suggestion sounds pretty damn perfect.

He loses his cool a little when you nod quickly. You're as keen on this as he is and it's that mutual excitement at the prospect of some more really good sex that makes this even better for him.