#hearing a man moan in general is *chef's kiss*

[lavendervirgos]

men whimpering and moaning, gripping the sheets and gasping for air. That's it. That's the post.

[tootiecakes234]

Random Big Three One Piece NSFW Headcanons:

(I’m DEEP into my one piece era)

Luffy

First and foremost he loves using his devil fruit powers on you. Will stretch his fingers that little bit further inside you or expand his dick to fill you just that little bit more.

Honestly I feel like he has a high sex drive considering his high drive in every other aspect of life.

At the beginning he is all about his self satisfaction but over time he learns how to be a more generous lover.

He has a huge appetite and I feel like that carries over into eating you. He eats all of you. You also have to teach him to kiss cuz in the beginning he acted like he was chewing on a piece of jerky😭

Will do a swift little aftercare but he only cuddles when he is going to sleep. He can’t sit still for too long otherwise.

Zoro

Loves coming home from a mission that almost killed him! And before he’s even fully healed, sinking right into you. Chopper (who along with the rest of the crew can hear your “activities” ) tries to tell him to take it easy but no!

He also likes to touch and hit on you in front of Sanji to make him jealous. He’s not even the biggest fan of PDA but he does it cuz he knows it gets under the chefs skin.

Really likes smacking his dick against you whether it be your face, your cunt, your tits. Loves when his precum splatters all over you.

This man loves to record and critique the video afterwards. Mostly himself tho. Also learns what you seem to like most and what you don’t. Improves his technique for next time.

When he’s tired, he lays back and makes you do all the work. Teases you when you cant keep it up and takes forever to take mercy on you and help out.

Sanji

Sanji’s favorite thing in the whole world is feeding you a good meal, running you a warm bath, rubbing you down with a moisturizer while giving you a massage and then fucking you nice and slow till all either of you can do is fall asleep in each others arms

Baby boy is so obsessed with everything that is you. You breathe on him in a certain way or look him in the eye a second too long and he’s hard.

He 100% strikes me as a lady should never be down on her knees” type. But he only says that shit to be courteous. If you do tho, he’ll put a pillow down underneath you to put your knees on. Or he’ll ask you to do it while he’s laying down so you can lay between his legs.

Sneaks you onto the deck of the ship to eat his favorite meal underneath the stars.

Sanji is so vocal. Asking how you’re feeling, telling you how good you’re doing, and just generally whimpering and moaning in your ear.

[cumbercum]

A Real Cowboy

Summary: Your at a rock concert, bored out of your mind when peculiar man catches your eye.

Paring: Agent Whiskey x f!reader

Content: Whiskey being a flirt. Suggestive hints.

Word count: 574

You honestly didn’t know why you were at this rock concert. Well actually you did, you won tickets for it. The real question is why you haven’t left yet.

The music was just okay, there was an insane amount of people, none of which were attractive, and the drinks were overpriced.

But the tickets were free and while you were bored you weren’t going to miss out on something free. So here you were, standing at the bar sipping on your fruity cocktail. Your eyes traveled from person to person, watching and studying them. It wasn’t like you had anything else better to do.

As you continued your people watching you saw him. A man dressed in classic, southern cowboy attire. Boots, jacket, flask, hat and all.

Normally you weren’t the cowboy type but this guy, he just seemed different. You subtly watched as he confidently strolled up to the bar. More specifically towards you.

Unfortunately he wasn’t aiming for you but rather for the chick to your left. And being the nosy shit you are, you snooped in on the conversation.

Right off the bat he hit her with a quirky pick up line. She seemed unamused but you, oh boy you were eating up his voice. It was so smooth, ragged and with the accent, mwah! Chefs kiss!

As you sipped your drink a couple more words were exchanged. But you didn’t really listen, you were too focused on how you should approach the man if he got rejected by her.

“Follow my finger.” You heard her say. You zoned back in and watched as she held up her hand and swiped it to the left.

While you quickly understood what she was doing it seemed that he didn’t.

“Ha, what are we doin’?” He laughed, confused.

She then gave him a puzzled look, “What? You don’t do Tinder in America?”

“Tinder what-”

“You know what, I think it's probably a generational thing.” A man popped in from behind the lady. “Wanna go someplace else, away from this old man?”

She sighed a breath of relief, “Yes please.”

The two intertwined arms and walked off, leaving the cowboy alone. Perfect, this was surprisingly going in your favor. Now it was time to shoot your shot.

“She’s clearly missing out.” You muttered loud enough for him to hear.

You moved your eyes to glance over at him to find him staring right back at you. So you continued,

“But I suppose cowboys aren’t for everyone.” You shrugged, flashing a smile.

You could tell he liked your attitude and your flirty-ness. His cocky grin said it all.

“So, then I take it, you are sugar?” He spoke leaning against the bar.

You placed your hand on your cheek and looked up at him. “Maybe. You don’t see many cowboys out here so I wouldn’t know what they're like.”

That set him off. He had already forgot about his rejection and only focused on you.

“Well you're just in luck darlin.”He began, moving closer to you. “I can show you what a real cowboy is like.”

That was it for you. You wanted him, you needed him. You bit your lip holding back the moan threatening to leave you lips.

“Please.” You gently breathed out.

“Show me.”

[glowingbadger]

I've been having major thoughts of Dimitri and Seteth dealing with a brat. Like they're laid back, do what they want, tease, and break rules sometimes on PURPOSE to bother them. Nsfw or sfw or both just anything from you is fine bc it's always chefs kiss

Well now, those are two VERY different ways of taming a brat I'd say :3 ((also thank you ^^))

cw: sub-dom dynamics, brat taming, some degradation

Dimitri, Seteth x Brat!Reader (GN)

NSFW 18+

Dimitri:

- Dimitri doesn't instinctively lean into power play, and if you begin to introduce him to it, he does enjoy it, but primarily as a softer Dom. As a result, getting bratty and teasing him for a while is just about the only way to see the harsher side of what he could be capable of in bed. In a way, that can be quite enticing in its own right; what self-respecting brat doesn't just adore pushing their lover until their restraint cracks and they show what they can really do?

- He can tolerate and even laugh off a good amount of bratty behavior- you're his beloved after all, and your more feisty nature is refreshing, and part of what drew him to you to begin with. To a great extent, it could be assumed that he even enjoys indulging your more willful behavior. That said, Dimitri is also well aware of a certain measure of appearances that must be kept to maintain public opinion of him as King, so every now and then, an infraction of yours here and there may need to be punished. Sliding your hand up his thigh during a banquet with visiting nobles, or pulling him aside just before a meeting to whisper a few lewd words to deliberately rile him up will both result in a loving yet firm scolding later.

- For such every-day naughty behaviors, you're likely to be gently reprimanded, yet with the slightest hint that perhaps Dimitri enjoys your teasing a bit more than he lets on. Usually, he prefers to make love by easing into you, allowing you to adjust to his size gradually, and in a position where he can face you and enjoy your beautiful expressions and luxurious moans. When you've been pushing at him a bit, however, he'll turn you onto your stomach and snap his hips aggressively against you, stuffing you full of his cock and stretching you out around him. Though even as he steadily pounds into you, he nuzzles the back of your neck and murmurs, "Darling, you know that I can't withstand that sort of teasing..."

- In general, Dimitri is far more likely to coax you into behaving with promises of time together that night. He catches you rolling your eyes when he tells you he'll be meeting with a particularly irritating and arrogant member of the nobility that night, and he laughs, brushing your cheek, then kissing your forehead and saying, "I know his kind tend to test your patience, my love- but if you can be good for me and behave during our talks, I promise I will spoil you as much as you like this evening. Anything at all that you ask of me."

- It takes a lot to really break Dimitri's restraint- he wants so dearly to be kind and soft towards you. While he never wishes to strike you, even at your worst behaved (need I remind us, the man is fully capable of breaking bones by accident and he would never forgive himself if he did anything eve close to that to you), he will instead use his near-inhuman strength to manhandle you on his bed into any position he wants to fuck you in for a full night of punishment. Dimitri has a good deal of stamina and takes a while to cum to begin with, so when you need to be well and truly put in your place, he'll fill you with his cock over and over until you're an over-fucked, incoherent mess beneath him.

- He's not very talkative when punishing you- in fact, the worse you've behaved, the more Dimitri relies on primal grunts and moans, rather than words. The most you're likely to hear from him is a low, rumbling, "I am not finished with you yet," as he lifts your leg against his body, spreading you for him as he fucks into you, with you merely laying limp on your side. That all said, once he's sated for the night, he'll carry your trembling body to a hot bath and massage away any lingering aches and pains. He dotes on you and praises you for taking your punishment so well, and after how hard and deep he fucked you and how sweet your darling lover always is to you, it's hard to not want to behave for him.

Seteth:

- We're basically on the opposite end of the Dom spectrum here; Seteth is ready and willing to punish you to the fullest extent for any number of misdemeanors. I've said before that he thrives in power play, and I stand by that (though I do see him as a switch over all). There's plenty that gets under his skin- risky behavior that could bring you to harm, flagrant disregard for Monastery rules or decorum, and of course, teasing him during work. While to others, he may just stiffen and clear his throat, you'll always catch the spark of warning in his eyes, telling you silently that you're toeing a dangerous line.

- Seteth is more than comfortable with experimenting with you until he discovers the full range of what you can handle (and not-so-secretly enjoy) in a punishment session. He'll learn exactly how hard he can spank you, how firmly you want his hand around your pretty neck, and how deep you can take his cock. His usual style of punishment is stern and uncompromising, but fair, and you may even catch him slipping into his "school disciplinarian" voice as he lectures you about your unacceptable behavior, spanking you across his lap while forcing you to keep count of each strike.

- One of his favorite ways to put you in your place- especially if you've been pestering him during his work day- is to force you to sit still with his cock nestled deep inside of you while he catches up on the paperwork your antics distracted him from earlier. He'll remind you that it's your own fault that he's too busy to spend time with you now, then slap your thigh or your ass if you dare to try moving even an inch. Then, if you're very, very good for him and stay perfectly still until he's done, he'll lift you and carry you to his bed.

- Boy can Seteth compose a lecture, even in the bedroom. When you've been especially bad, he'll tie your wrists behind your back and force you to your knees. Then, as he pushes his impressive length into your throat, he'll go on about how shameful your behavior has been, how you're "evidently no better than some common whore," and so on. If you're the type who likes verbal degradation, Seteth is almost unintentionally a master in the field. It may even get to the point that overhearing him reprimanding a student at the Monastery intensely arouses you, simply because of how your body naturally responds to that tone of voice.

- Okay hear me out. Calling Seteth 'sir' completely by accident while he pounds you against the bed for being especially badly behaved. And it just does something to him that he was not prepared for. He's gripping onto the headboard for leverage and slamming his full length into you so hard you lose your breath. Your eyes roll back, and he's scolding you, but you can hardly even make sense of his words anymore, so you just mumble out, "Ye- Yessir..!" and he groans, grabs your hips in both hands and says, "Again. Louder."

[hallabongy]

wrestling in bed with iwaizumi but like actually

i thought of this and had to just writing something about it... there’s some language, idk somewhat steamy (oooo a kiss how scandalous) not proof read cause my mind was just like BAM BAM lets goooooo. 

Anyway, RIDDLE ME THIS 

you and iwa had a small petty argument and in all honesty you both cant remember what is was about but you’re both to stubborn to apologize 

by the looks of it, this wasn’t going to get resolved before you both went to bed

“you know what? i really can’t do this right now. im going to bed and we can deal with this in the morning” iwa huffs out pulling off his shirt in the process and heading to the bedroom 

“fine whatever you say. you’re being a dick anyway” is all you mumble sneaking a peak at your bf’s back ( i mean how could you not)

you dont miss the way he lets out a scoff and a “yeah, ok” at that comment and you just know he’s rolling his eyes

as upset as you are, you’re also really fucking drained so you reluctantly follow him to your shared bed 

iwa’s already under the covers while you’re changing into one of his sweatshirts (not because you want to okay? it just already happens to be out duh... and smell like his cologne) 

you eventually crawl under the covers after using the bathroom, iwa’s back is facing you (cue another admiration of his strong back, sue me)

leaning over to turn of the bedside lamp you hear a quiet and angry “g’night” from his side of the bed before the room goes dark

something about the darkness makes the whole fight weigh a little more heavily on you and all you want is for it to be over so you can cuddle into iwa’s chest like you always do

just as tears are brimming your eyes you’re hit with a sudden shock of cold air as iwa pulls all of the covers onto his side

he doesn’t budge. he just stays asleep. surrounded by all. of. the. covers. 

you sit up, tears long gone, mouth gaped open just at a lost for words thinking  just how selfish this bastard could be. fuck this shit

you reach over to grab the edge of the blanket and with one big yank take it all for yourself “stop being so fucking annoying haji” 

now iwa’s wide awake with a groggy “what the actual fuck?!” whipping his head in your direction where you’re glaring at him, tongue stuck out, slowly raising a middle finger while mouthing “fuck off” 

oops big mistake. lets take some notes never to do that again cut the cameras to a very irked iwa-chan

“you fuckin brat” is all you manage to hear before you see him lunging at you to grab the covers back

let the fight for more covers begin!! lets just say there’s a lot of pulling, pushing, hair and face grabbing profanities yelled blah blah blah you know how it goes

your neighbors might have gotten the wrong idea from all the noise you two were making (if you’re picking up what im putting down wink wonk)

somehow iwa ended up on top of you using one hand to pin both your hands above your head the other running his hand through his hair to brush off the sweat you guys worked up from fighting 

you have to admit the view you’re getting from being under him is just *chefs kiss*

you writhe underneath him “get the fuck off of me you idiot i swear to god hajime i will fucking murder you” you seethe practically foaming at the mouth

iwa stares down at you smirk beginning to form across his stupid oh so irresistible face and can’t help but let out a laugh “oh my god you need to calm down babe”

“don’t tell me to calm down fucki-mmph!!” you’re cut off by iwas soft lips crashing on yours

you try to fight it but can’t help the moan you let out as he nips at your lips to slide his tongue in. he easily dominates this kiss lets be real folks

he pulls away only to marvel at your flushed face and heavy panting “as much as i find you hot when you’re mad at me and cute that you actually thought you could beat me..” iwa starts “shut up” you huff

“i wanna go to bed so can we please just make up and cuddle like normal” iwa finished

there’s a short silence since you didn’t expect him to straight out ask for it before you mutter a “yes please” pouting, not being able to look him in the eyes

“say that again sweetheart? i didn’t quite catch that” 

“YES FOR FUCKS SAKE PLEASE CAN WE JUST CUDDLE?” you’re practically screaming at this point

“sure thing honey” iwa lets go of your wrists and lays down in the spot next to you. pulling you into his chest while one arm goes underneath your head, the other over your waist

you let out a content sigh as you make yourself at home in the comfort of his broad and warm chest wrapping your arms around him and finally shut your eyes

you feel his lips press small kisses on your forehead, the hand on your waist slipping under your (his) sweatshirt rubbing your side before whispering “love you baby, sweet dreams”

a/n: im a simp for this man. no questions asked. and as alway like all my writing is this is so poorly written and thought out but like i hope i got the general vibe across. this was just fun to write and for some reason i can really see a situation like this playing out with him. 

[drakenology]

aoi todo hcs

warnings: nsfw obvi, size kink, exhibitionism, rigging (restraints and rope), unprotected seggs, praise kink, cockwarming

author’s note: this new ep of jjk got me lookin at todo like 👀. he’s so fine and big and strong and...big. so he’s been added to the simp list. these are just general hcs about todo sfw and nsfw. I luv my daddy <3.

18+ minors dni

Resident little spoon <3

Even though he’s big and intimidating he likes to be babied, covered in kisses and smothered by some nice tiddies (hey, nice rack ;)).

likes laying on your chest, like a big baby with his arms wrapped around you as you sit up and watch tv or read a book. he just loves being close to you.

asks you to tie his hair up for him sometimes. you even put bows in his hair when he’s sleeping and when he gets up and sees them he keeps them in

if anyone asks he’ll be like “my baby put them in for me. is that a problem?”

when you go on dates you often find yourself straddling his shoulders; he loves giving piggyback rides.

but, he’s a huge fan of exhibitionism. he believes that fucking you is the best thing anyone could witness; accidentally or intentionally. so expect to be fucked in public regularly. <3

once on a date at the park, todo had a fiendish idea with a hard cock to match. so he made you sit on his cock nice and still, filling you to the brim on the park bench under your soft summer dress.

“Don’t make it obvious, princess. Wanna sit here for a while.” He lulls against your shoulder when you start whining and grinding your hips. he almost falters when he hears your begging, desperately trying to get him to move.

When he’s had enough cockwarming he’ll haul you both to the nearest bathroom and demolish you no matter if anyone is listening in a nearby stall. He wants you he gets you no matter where you are.

Ahem.. anyways

he loves when you bake for him and he even helps you cook.

playfully dots some batter on your nose.

yall definitely have matching aprons. Something really cheesy like “mr. chef” and “mrs. chef”

loves dwarfing you either sexually or just when chilling in each other’s company.

he’ll hold your hand over his to compare sizes.

“My tiny baby.” He’d coo. Aw he just thinks you’re the cutest.

He likes to be on top when you guys have sex, towering over you and legs kinda hanging off your mattress.

Likes the feeling of your arms slacked around his neck, the sound of your breath hitching as he drags himself out of you only to plunge deeper than the last thrust.

He knows his dick is massive and watching you struggle to take him all was too hard to resist. It made him want to ruin you more, break your pussy so no one else could ever fuck you.

todo is a hand holder.

i believe his love language is hand holding. like he loves holding your hand. whether he’s sitting down or walking down the street with you; cuddling or fucking. his hand is always enveloped in yours.

so.. i think this man might be a rigger.

i’ve been thinking about his big hands holding some rope tightening your restraints. he had tied your hands behind your back, your ass up in the air ready for him to fuck you senseless. his favorite sight.

he’s always finding new ways to restrain you; the sight of you completely at his mercy tantalizing. would hum sweet praises as he fucked you stupid, his hands smacking down on your ass as he spoke.

“you look so pretty all tied up for me, baby. you like it when I tie you up and fuck you stupid don’t you? hm? I can’t understand you baby, speak up. hmmm you’re so sexy, even when you’re creaming all over my dick.”

No surprise he’s an ass man, he’s made that pretty clear. Likes ladies of all shapes and sizes man he just loves ladies

When he picks you up, his hands are always sitting on your ass to keep you stable.

He keeps one hand in your back pocket when yall walk anywhere together. His large hands are always smacking your ass around unprovoked.

showers you in compliments.

you could do literally anything and he’s all “look at my baby! you’re so amazing. everything you do is amazing I love you. C’mere I want kisses”

king of praise.

these compliments go on to the bedroom too hehe. he’ll never let you go without telling you how good you take him, how beautiful you look without a thought behind your eyes as he drilled you with pure ambition.

feel free to praise him too. he likes it even though he’ll try and flip it around and compliment you.

“you’re so handsome todo-kun.” “no. you’re so beautiful, y/n.”

he’s just a big ass ball of love and amazing sex.

he’s the type who will fight anybody over you

you’re always patching him up after fights. and his reasoning behind beating the crap out of these poor guys is always

“they challenged me. you know I can no longer walk away when I feel challenged.”

one day, you and todo are out together having a cute date at an ice cream parlor. you leave the table to go order another ice cream when the guy behind the counter started blatantly hitting on you while insulting aoi in the process.

“That guy looks lame. Take my number down and I’ll bet I fuck you better than he can.” Like sir just gimme my ice cream.

unfortunately todo hears everything. But his shirt was already ripped off, ready to fight when he heard him say he’d fuck you better than he could. A complete challange to his manhood cannot go unpunished.

“Disrespectful prick. Think you can fuck my girlfriend better than I can? Well go on. Show my girl your moves, pussy. Watch what happens.”

Yall are banned from the place from how badly he beat that guy’s ass. But it was nice that he came to your defense.

After every fight he gets into he becomes feral. As if your pussy was his prize after winning.

You look up at his bruised face with half lidded eyes as he slid inside you, his huge cock brushing against your cervix. He looks down at you with love in his eyes, the need to please you to the fullest swelling in his chest as he listened to your sweet moans.

Todo’s forehead rests on yours as he moved his hips at a steady pace, sighing in relief as he dived deep inside your gummy walls. It was like he was in pain from the fight and your core was his painkiller, desperately seeking relief.

“I’m sorry you had to see that, baby. But I don’t like to share.”

okay so recap!

todo’s an amazing boyfriend. Even though he looks intimidating he’s honestly the sweetest, kindest and most sensitive man ever. All your needs will be met, all your desires realized.

let’s show todo more love yall!

[softsliders29]

Male Wife Max Phillips (Max Phillips x afab!reader)

Max Phillips is seen as a big business man. Take no shit, tough guy. But when he has a couple over for a work related dinner they see that that's not the case when he's with his spouse. They make a few remarks about it and it gets him worked up.

Rating: E (minors dni)

Warnings: Smut, Afab!reader, praise kink, dom!Max, dirty talk, fluff at the end, (general 18+ warning)

A/N: This is my first time writing smut so pls be kind haha. 

Being the spouse of a big time businessman meant a lot of dinners with special clients and other important people. You were no stranger to that. But luckily Max was nice enough to cook. He never expected you to do much of the work, although most of the time you’d jump in and help. He knew you didn’t really like these dinners, it was the least he could do.

Tonight it was for a big sale with the Samuels. You were dressed up and Max had cleaned up around the house. You were setting the table, even though Max was assuring you that he could do it. You let him know that you could handle it.

You see, Max was a big time businessman, vampire, and also the best house husband you could ask for. You weren’t a vampire, yet. He could do things way faster than you, so he did everything. And you weren’t complaining. He wanted to do it, it wasn’t like you were forcing him to. And if you wanted to help, he’d let you. Most of the time you did help, he would just get most of it done before you were even aware he was doing it.

“Babe, you look stunning.” He said, finishing up the cooking. You looked up and smiled at him.

“You don’t look too bad yourself.” You winked. He let out a small laugh.

“I promise this won’t last that long. And then after I shouldn’t have to have any more of these dinners for a few months.” He informed you. You shook your head.

“It’s no bother. Just be a good boy tonight.” You blinked up at him innocently, setting down the last of the silverware.

If he could blush you knew he would be right now. That always did something to him.

And it really was no bother. You had your own work things you and him attended. It really wasn’t anything new.

The doorbell rang, signaling the start of the night. You took a deep breath and looked over at Max. You both made your way to the door. Opening it, you and him greeted your guests with smiles and pleasantries. It was all very formal and very fake. But it was what you had to do. And like Max said, it wouldn’t last long.

You both led them to your dining room table and while you and the guests sat down, Max moved to bring the food over.

“You have a lovely home.” Mrs. Samuel commented. Max was beaming with pride and you gave an almost equal smile.

“Thank you. Max is always keeping the place tidy. I’m very thankful for it.” You said, placing your hand on his.

“That’s surprising. How’d you get him to do that?” Mrs. Samuel laughs. You tilt your head a bit, feigning confusion.

“What do you mean?” You know what she means, but you figure she can say it.

“Oh, I just… nevermind.” You can’t help the small smile that forms on your face, but you hide it in your wine glass.

“Don’t you have better things to do, Mr. Phillips? You are the breadwinner of the house.” Mr. Samuel jumps in. You feel a hand squeeze your thigh. Max is obviously annoyed but his face is calm.

“I find it… calming.” He shrugs.

“And did you make dinner too?” Mr. Samuel asks with a laugh, obviously not expecting the real answer.

“Yes, in fact I did.” Max says, a bit of an edge in his voice. You rub your thumb in small circles on his hand.

“Oh. Well, compliments to the chef.” He says after a moment.

“Thank you.” Max simply answers.

The rest of the dinner went by without any more incidents. Max’s hand eventually eased up on your thigh. It wasn’t until you were walking the Samuels out that something else occurred. You were about to shut the door when you heard them talking to each other.

“That man is whipped.” Mr. Samuel said.

“It really is such a shame.” Mrs. Samuel agreed. You shut the door a bit harder than you intended.

You knew if you heard it, Max definitely heard it. You looked over as he started gathering up the dishes, a look of irritation on his face.

“Max, I can get those.” You offer. He shakes his head with a sigh.

“No, it’s fine babe.” He says, making his way to the sink. You walk over to join him, sitting up on the counter.

You take his face in your hands, tilting his head up to look into your eyes.

“You know, you were such a good boy tonight. You deserve a reward for all your patience.” You say and lean in to kiss him. He groans softly.

He pulls away slightly after a few moments.

“Go to my office, strip and bend over the desk. I’ll be there in a minute.” He said and you couldn’t stop the moan that slipped out. You hopped off the counter and made your way to his home office.

You immediately undressed, moving to bend over the desk. You held your head up on your hands, your elbows propped up, and stared at the door, waiting for him to join you.

You knew what you were in for and you loved it.

He walked into the room a few moments later, suit still on. You could see he was taking his time, soaking in the image of you.

“You look absolutely ravishing.” He said, walking over to you slowly.

When he was close enough, you reached one hand out to take off his belt. He slapped your hand away, grabbing your hair and pulling so you were looking up at his face. He shook his head.

“Did I say you could do that?” He asked. You shook your head as best you could, his grip still tight. “Then don’t do it.” He said, releasing his grip.

“Yes, sir.” You said, keeping your eyes on him. You watched him walk behind the desk to where you couldn’t see him anymore.

Before you could even tell what was happening, there was a sharp sting on your ass. You moaned at the contact and he slapped you again. And again.

He stopped after five, rubbing your cheeks with his cold hands. It was a nice relief, though you didn’t hate the spanking. On the contrary, you felt yourself dripping down your thighs. And he could sense it too.

“You like that, don’t you? Dirty bitch.” He moved his hands between your legs, feeling how wet you were. He brought his fingers up to his mouth, sucking on his fingers. You could hear the obscene noises he was making and could guess what he was doing.

You needed more though.

“Fuck me!” You moaned out. There was silence for a moment and you almost turned your head to look back at him. But you knew better than that.

You felt the tip enter you. But nothing more for a few moments. And then all at once his full length was inside you.

You screamed at the intrusion but your scream soon turned to a moan. He didn’t move though, giving you time to adjust.

“Move please.” You whimpered after a moment.

“Beg for it.” He said.

“Please move, Max! Please! I need you to fuck me!” You yelled.

“Good girl.” He said, pulling out and thrusting back into you.

He kept a steady pace and you just took it, moaning out as he filled you. But you knew he could do better than that.

“Faster please!” You moaned out. He stopped and you whined.

“Not good enough for you? You’re getting greedy.” He laughed humorlessly.

You turned your head to look at him.

“Max, be a good boy and go faster.” You said, trying to keep your voice steady. You watched his face change and he gave a little moan. You knew your affect on him.

When you turned to face forward, he set a faster pace. Exactly what you needed. You cried out in pleasure every time he thrusted deep. You knew you weren’t going to last long.

And then his hand reached down. He rubbed your clit in fast circles and that was all it took. You came around him, screaming his name. He thrusted into you a few more times and finished in you.

You both got cleaned up and went to your bedroom. Max had his arms wrapped around you, holding you close.

“You know, I didn’t actually care about what they said.” He informed you and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Sure you didn’t.”

“Okay maybe it did. But I wouldn’t change how we do things for the world.” He assured you and you smiled at him.

“I know. I love you.” You said. He kissed you.

“I love you too.”

[tobi-momo]

Short Hair :)

a/n: thank you for requesting anon! i once cut my hair pretty short and was also a lil insecure so this helped me too! feel free to come by my inbox any time! Also- big big thank you to my sis @combat-wombatus​ <3 for basically coming up with the ground structure yall should go follow her bc her works? literal *chefs kiss* (i also kind took it as a pixie cut? so i am v sorry if you wanted the hair shorter) Request: 

Type: Drabble/Scenario

Genre: Fluff, comfort (?), i think i kept this mostly GN, sooo

Warnings: cursing, insecurity, (i think thats it?)

general taglist: @zerohawks​ @hitosushi​ 

Bakugou’s Crush Being Insecure About Their Short Hair

Mina had always been an unpredictable sparring partner

She was always jumping around and throwing her acid carelessly, trying to have fun with you as you actually try to do something with your quirk

Kirishima knows how much of a mess Mina can be and because yall are using his workout equipment- he needs to supervise.

He was givin yall tips n shit- very manly of him

You guys were getting into it, really trying to defeat one another when Mina made a mistake

Her acid hits your hair, burning it off to almost above chin length

Kirishima hurries over to your side, checking your neck and head for injuries and burns before turning over to Mina

“I’m so so so so so sorry, y/n! I didn’t mean to I swear!”

“It’s- It’s fine,” you lied, now super embarrassed and insecure, “i’ll just get it fixed or something. No big deal.”

“You’re lucky it was no big deal, one inch to the right and the acid woulda cut through your neck,” kirishima adds, worried about your state- you could always count on him to see behind your mask- thats one of the reasons hes your best friend

“Are you okay?” Mina pleads

“Yeah, of course, I just need to fix,” you point to your mess that you call hair, “this,” you breathe out a laugh

Mina basically freaks out and Kirishima being the manliest man to ever exist takes care of you <33 (not like that tho- this is a baku x reader, ok!)

He gives you a ride to the hair salon (he needed to touch up on his hair too ngl) and totally hypes you up the entire time you were getting your hair trimmed

It made you feel better, but you were still iffy about your hair, but what else were you gonna do? Shave your head? Hell no.

He knew this, of course, and offered you one of his hats to where during school hours until you were comfortable

So, showing up to school in Kirishima’s hat set someone in particular off. 

Walking into class with an expressionless face, you take your seat and sloppily drop your bag on the floor beside your chair. Not feeling up to interacting with anyone, especially since your new haircut was the shortest it’s ever been ever. You just wanted to crawl inside a hole and never come out. You didn’t want to hear other people’s remarks on your hair, you didn’t want people to look at it. You didn’t want Mina to feel bad of course, but you couldn’t help but feel...not right.

“What the fuck is that?” You look up unfazed until you see Bakugou, the one that made your heart flutter when you looked at him, and your face flushing red as you stare at him, embarrassed as all hell when he points at Kirishima’s hat.

“What is what?” You ask, acting oblivious, but you can tell he can see through that.

“That, the ugly fuckin’ hat you have on. Take it off.”

“No can do, Baku-kun,” you reply, nonchalant.

“Well why the hell not?” His temper shows when he doesn’t get his way.

“Because.” You look down at your desk.

“You shitty fucking woman.” You look up at him again, bored, before you start tapping your finger on the desk repeatedly. “If you don’t take Shitty Hair’s hat off right now I will rip it off of your head.”

How did he know it was Kirishima’s hat? You finally give in, not wanting him to pull your hat off without giving him a warning for what he might see. 

You moan in defeat, sitting up. “Mina. She burned my hair with her quirk so I had to cut it.”

“I said sorry!” Mina chimes in. You acknowledge her for a moment, then turn back to Bakugou.

“Lemme see,” he says softly, which surprises you and makes your pulse stutter, but you won’t give up so easily.

“No.”

He tilts his head, giving you a glare that makes you think he actually might take your hat off forcibly. Ok, so you may give up a little easily. You sigh and slowly take off your hat. Kirishima watches from afar, smiling widely while he hits Kaminari and Sero with the back of his arm, catching their attention to face you. 

Your hair is revealed, and all Bakugou can do is stare. Just- stare. You regret coming to class. You stand up, making your chair screech on the floor before grabbing your bag, mumbling curses to yourself before heading out. Before you could close the door, though, you felt your arm being tugged back into the classroom. Your head whips around to see Bakugou having the same distraught, shocked expression on his face- almost looked like disbelief.

“What? Leave me alone.” You try to pull your arm back before Bakugou uses his other hand to grab your same arm, his expression not faltering. “What the hell is your problem? It’s short, yeah, I get that. You don’t need to rub it in my face.” You look away. Of course he would have that reaction. He thought you were ugly. 

Mina’s face falters, turning into a frown, sad for you and also mad at herself. Kirishima took notice and gave her a reassuring look.

“You look-” Bakugou fails to get a sentence out, stumbling on his words.

“I look what. Just say it already.”

“Fucking beautiful.” Your head shoots up, and everyone in the back of the class silently cheers while they await your response. You hear a couple gasps in the background, but don’t pay attention when you tilt your head in confusion.

“W-what?” You furrow your eyes, completely taken by surprise. 

Bakugou’s eyes widen for a second before returning to normal, letting go of your rights. He clears his throat as he turns away with a blush. “I said you look beautiful. Got a problem?” 

You look around the room, seeing everyone’s expression. Everyone- mostly everyone- was smiling towards you too, like they have been waiting for it to happen. Mina nods at you, nudging you on. Kirishima winks at you, pointing his head at Bakugou, who is currently facing the door frame. You look back at him, realizing how flustered he is. You smile. So- he didn’t think you were ugly? He thought you were beautiful. *He* thought you were beautiful. Short hair and all. Wow. 

“No. I don’t.” He looks at you with shock, not expecting that answer. 

“Good. Now don’t ever wear Shitty Hair’s hat ever again,” he tries to pull off. With that, he takes the hat of your head and chucks it at Kirishima, who catches it then laughs, giving everyone else the queue to start bombarding you with compliments and questions.

Having short hair may not be so bad.

REQUESTS:OPEN

[atiny-dazzlinglight]

Ateez Nsfw Alphabet

Part 1: Jongho

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Jongho makes sure to take care of you when he is the top that time. He makes sure to get you water and light snacks. He’ll help with a nice shower or bath if you would like one. He’s good at paying attention to people’s needs. Now if he needs aftercare, he usually likes a water and to just relax on the bed after everything that happened.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On himself, he loves his thighs. He won’t admit that he loved the sound of skin hitting skin during sinful times, but his thrust are usually powered by his strong thighs and he knows he can drive his partner crazy with them. Jongho really isn’t picky, but he would love his partners hands. He can’t help but watch them dance across his skin as they move in a way to make him and his partner feel good. It’s just something he loves and bonus for any size difference between them too

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Jongho is neat most of the time. He’d wear a condom until you talk with him and tell him it’s okay to not wear one all the time. Even still, he rarely cums inside, but he’ll cum everywhere else though as long as he’s allowed to. Favorite spots is the stomach or chest. He’s a healthy boy so if you swallow, you should be fine

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Despite being an advocate of safe sex wrap it up guys, he has a breeding kink. He heard his hyungs talk about how nice it is to cum inside and he went down the rabbit hole and now he wants to, but don’t know how to bring it up. Just let the boy try it out once. He would feel better hearing it from his partner than him asking himself. If not, he’ll take it to the grave

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He doesn’t had much experience, but he’s the type that can kind of wing it and it still be good for his partner. Maybe one other partner but they probably haven’t done much

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

So he had two positions that’s his favorite. One of them he did and the other he hasn’t. The one he has done is this one because that skin slapping sound just motivates him to fuck you more. Now the position he haven’t done but has been infatuated with it is the full nelson. Jongho just want to fold you up like that and pound into you, but he knows that it’s only something he would do if you were okay with it.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He may crack a few jokes. A few playful remarks sometimes, but he’s still a bit more serious. Actually not serious, more so focused on the pleasure

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He doesn’t trim often. The hair isn’t too wild, but he would never have it go too low. Maybe a happy medium between the two

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

If Jongho is having sex with you, it’s already an intimate and romantic act in general. He wouldn’t bed someone easily and if he does, then he must have strong feels for you already. Jongho may be young, but he is real sweet with his words

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Maybe once a week. Twice a week could happen as well, but Jongho is usually fine without jerking off that often. Relationship or not, he’s fine with the one time.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Jongho has a power play kink, whether he’s on top or not doesn’t matter, he loves the shift in power between you two and he enjoys it. He also really enjoy oral sex. This man will feast on you like it’s nothing. Eats like a starving man. Will go down on you cáuseme wants to, you don’t even have to ask. Bon appétit 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He’s gonna stick to the bedroom because that’s where he know you both can be the most comfortable. He might be persuade for other places in the house but that’s it.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Subtle touches and light teasing over time can get him turned on. Like touching his shoulders or thighs are the quickest way to get him hot and bothered. Massages are a bonus cause he really loves them and soon, his lip will be on you

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

A big turn off would be someone walking in on them. He will automatically stop everything, cover you both up and stop. It will take awhile for him to continue and he will be mad at whoever came in to interrupt him.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Like I said earlier, Jongho loves giving oral to his partner. He feast. He will devour you until you cum multiple times. He will stay down there for forever and I hope you can handle it cause he really does take his time.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Jongho does those slow, yet deep thrust that will drive you crazy before he speeds it up. Jongho really enjoys getting you worked up slow before having you tip over the edge, over and over again.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.,

He might do quickies from time to time, but don’t expect them often. He enjoys taking his time on you, so quickies aren’t the best for him to indulge in.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He might take some risk if he really loves you. He would do it if he trust you. The more confortable he is with you, the more he would be willing to do. Just talk it over with him and see where it goes from there

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Jongho is young and healthy. He can definitely go for awhile if you both want to keep going. Probably goes for a long round, maybe two on a good round but the more rounds, they will probably get shorter.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Jongho likes cock rings and vibrators. He loves using vibrators on you because of how your body reacted to it. He loves watching you unwind for the toy and lose your mind. He likes the cock ring because he can stall his orgasm a bit longer and it would be worth it in the end

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He does light , sometimes it will be more but he doesn’t go crazy with any type of teasing. He usually gives you what you want quite quickly.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Jongho does grunts and low moans most of the time. He could get a bit louder when he’s really feeling it. The only time he will hit those high notes is when he’s on the receiving end cause oof those notes will be chef kiss

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Jongho loves when he can give you oral while you sit on his face. That’s his favorite way to do it. He will hold your thighs close, forget how to breath, and will watch you fall over him as he goes to town.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

No doubt in my mind that Jongho has a thick cock. He’s thickest at the base which gives a nice stretch when you skin down on him. As far as actual length, he’s above average but he’s not extremely long, so roughly 6.5 inches

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive isn’t that high but it’s a normal. He isn’t a sex fiend and would probably want to relax with you a bit more than just fucking you 24/7. It’s a nice balance between the two.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He doesn’t go to sleep right away. He will talk to you a bit and make sure your fine, even if he bottomed. But after awhile, he will go to sleep and he’ll be out for the rest of the day/night.



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[lavendervirgos]

Not to sound horny, but I wanna hear you moan in my ear

[stressedkitkatttt]

Just A Little Jealous

A little jealously never hurt...

Quick Note: school has started back up for me, and some freshman are already trying to burn down the place, so I will be working on stories during the week and try to post them on the weekends. We're gonna see how long that lasts because we all know how horrible I am at posting things on time... For those who have requested stories, I am sorry I take so damn long to post them, but I promise that they will get posted!

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: a jealous Christopher Velez, size kink, teasing, angry sex

Anon: I love your blog 😍😍😍 Your Zabdiel stories are *chefs kiss*. I was hoping if you had time could you do a Christopher Velez imagine with a size kink and jealous sex?

Enjoy some jealous Chris with a size kink <3

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You were at a club downtown with the guys. They wanted a good time and it had been a while since you and Chris went out, seeing as he was still recording music. You put on a nice dress, that hugged your curves but wasn't too tight; you wanted to dance after all, and paired it with some nice, but comfortable, heels coupled with a nice necklace Chris had bought you a few months back. You make sure to check yourself, fixing up some small details before you walk out to the living room, and see Chris sitting on the couch, on his phone as he waited for you.

He noticed you in the reflection of his phone screen as you came up behind him and he turned, eyes going wide. He smiles and stands up, pulling you close and burying his face in your hair. "You look very beautiful," he mumbles. You hum and wrap your hands around him. He pulls away, "Let's go. I want to show you off tonight." You loop your arm around him as he leads you down to the street and hails a taxi.

The rest of the guys were already at the club when you arrived. You guys head inside and Chris takes you to the VIP section and you head to the bar as Chris finds his buddies. You order your drink and take a look around. Once you finish it, you head over to Chris, who was talking to Zabdiel, and he pulls you close. "I want to dance baby," you lean up and run a hand through his hair. He nods as you drag him to the dance floor. You find a spot and turn to face Chris, who smiles.

The song ends and changes into one with more of a provocative beat. You smirk and grind down on Chris, who is eager to grab your waist and pull you closer to him, leaning down to nip along your neck and tug your earlobe, telling you how sexy you looked. When the song ends, you're both sweating both from grinding together and the heat generated from the other people on the dance floor.

"I'm gonna go get another drink real quick, wait here." You tell him over the bass of the new song. He nods and you weave through the other people to get to the bar, ordering water. As you finish and turn to walk back out on the floor when the sea of people moves just enough to give you a clear sight of Chris standing with Zabdiel again, chatting away. You huff and walk into the crowd, dancing along to the beat. Maybe if Chris sees you dancing alone, he'll come and get you.

You dance alone for a couple of songs when you realize that Chris isn't gonna come and dance. You contemplate going over to him but you hold back. You decide to show him what he's missing. You continue to dance alone and when there's a break in the music, you feel a tap on your shoulder, which makes you turn around, expecting to see Chris. Who you saw was definitely not Chris. He was decently handsome, obviously not as handsome as Chris. He offers you his hand and asks to dance.

You know you should decline but he seemed very polite and a little voice was telling you this was a way to get back at Chris. He did say he wanted to show you off and yet he was talking to Zabdiel. If this didn't get his attention, you didn't know what would. You accept his offer just as the song starts to play. It had a nice beat, not too fast and not too slow, a good song for people to enjoy dancing to. You had to give it to this man, he was a good dancer, matching your movements.

When the song changes to something you can get down too, you glance over to check on Chris. Surprise, surprise he's still in deep conversation with Zabdiel. What the hell could they be talking about that is so important? Chris had told you the past few days he wanted a break and let loose. Well, you decide to kick it up a notch with this stranger and you begin to grind down on him, just as you did with your boyfriend. He seems to notice how you eyed Chris and places his hands on your hips, not moving them too far. He seems to know he's in a game of sorts and he doesn't want to provoke anything further.

As you continue to grind, the feeling of someone watching you makes smirk. You don't have to look to know that you've got Chris' attention. You can also feel the man tense. He suddenly loosens his grip and you watch him back away, giving you a wink before disappearing into the crowd. You don't have time to react as someone grabs your wrists hard. "We're going home. Now." His tone is scarily calm. He tugs on your wrist as he pushes through the crowd and out the door. You take a deep breath as the cool night air hits your skin.

Chris hails a taxi and opens the door for you. You hop in and Chris gives the driver the address. As soon as the back door closed, the air was suffocating. The ride back was silent but his tight grip on your thigh was letting you know that you're really in for it when you get back to the apartment. The ride is about ten minutes and soon, too soon, you're outside the apartment complex. You get out as Chris pays and drags you inside.

You reach the door first and wait for Chris, who opens the door and lets you walk in first. You head straight to the kitchen where you get a glass of water. Chris enters the apartment and slams the door, leaning against it as he locks it, staring intently at you. You make eye contact and play innocent.

"What?" You say, taking a sip from the glass.

He takes a breath in, "You know what, nena."

You bat your lashes and tilt your head, "Mm, no, I don't. Care to enlighten me?" You barely have time to react as Chris pushes off the door and now stands centimeters from you. You stumble back and he keeps pushing you until your back hits the wall. He leans down and places his hands on either side of your head, placing the glass of water on the counter.

"Don't you dare play innocent with me, chica. You know exactly what you did tonight." You know Chris would never lay a hand on you, but he was damn good at intimidating you with just his body. "Why were you grinding on that man like that? Were you planning on fucking him if I hadn't come and stopped you?"

You snort. "Of course not, papi." The tone of your voice changes to a sultry one as you bring your hands up to play with his shirt. Chris, however, was not in the mood. He takes your wandering hands and pins them above your head.

"But I was alone and you had said you were going to show me off tonight. The only thing you showed anyone tonight was that your conversation with Zabdiel was more important. I was just simply... showing you what you were missing." You pout your lower lip.

"Oh no, you don't get to touch me after what you pulled tonight. Do you think he could've fucked you better? Make you cum as hard as I can?" He's right in your face now, plump lips brushing your own. You can feel how hard he is, pressing against your lower abdomen. He suddenly brings a knee between your legs, resting close to your throbbing core.

"N-no," you reply, captivated by the new look of jealous rage in his eyes.

"Then why were you grinding on him like that?" You don't reply. "Well, it seems I haven't made it clear enough about who you belong to if you're going off and finding other people. So I guess papi is going to have to remind his little girl who she belongs to." You yelp in surprise as Chris picks you up and takes you to the bedroom, his words barely registering in your head. You feel a sudden rush of wetness down in your core at his words.

You land on your bed and Chris pins you down. You haven't seen him this worked up in a long time. You decide to push your luck even more. You suddenly bring your hands up to his chest and push back. He stumbles back and looks at you a little shocked. "You don't get to touch me tonight. You said you were gonna show me off and you didn't." You see his eyes become black and he stalks back over to you, making your heart flutter.

"I'm in charge tonight. You don't tell me what to do nena." His hand wraps around your throat, squeezing enough to make you suck in a quick breath. "I'll take what I want." He pushes you back onto the bed and wastes no time in taking off your shirt and pants, hearing the fabric protest against his rough hands, leaving you in one of Chris' favorite lingerie sets.

He groans at the sight of you and leans over your body, beginning to mark up your neck with harsh sucks and nipping teeth. His hands wander up and quickly massage your chest over the lace, tweaking your nipple and making you arch your back. He pulls his lips away from a dark hickey he was working on and brings his lips to your ear. "Are you going to apologize?"

His words wash over you and you bring a hand up to his hair, grabbing it and tugging, making him groan. "I'm not apologizing," you lean up and bring your lips to his throat and leave a mark on him. "Because you don't deserve it." He moans and places a hand in your hair, pulling your lips away from his throat and crashing them together. Your lips molded quickly and the kiss was bruising.

He suddenly pulls back and pushes forward, making your back collide with the bed. He begins leaving marks all down your body to your heat. His hot breath fans over the lace, making you shiver in anticipation. He pulls the lace to the side and his tongue collides with your nub and you moan his name, hand going straight for his hair and tugging. He groans and flattens his tongue, adding two fingers.

With the stimulation of his fingers and his tongue, he's got you like putty in his hands. He knows you're close when your walls tighten against his fingers. He builds the fire in your belly, bringing you closer and closer until he pulls away at the last second. You're ready to chew him out for not letting you cum when his hand finds your throat again.

"Like I said, you don't have a say in what I do to you tonight." His dark eyes are looking into yours and you want to protest against him. Yet, the feeling of his fingers and tongue is an addicting drug and you wanted to feel them again. "Are you going to apologize now or am I going to have to keep punishing you?"

You couldn't hold yourself back.

"Like I said, I'm not apologizing because you don't deserve it." You fire back. He narrows his eyes and he has half a mind to tie you up, but the closet seemed so far away and he knew how desperate you were to cum. It wouldn't take much more until you broke. He doesn't reply to your snappy comment but he goes back to his original position and starts rubbing you at a slow pace.

You squirm against his teasing fingers, but he places his other arm on your hip, trying to keep you still. He brings you to the edge once again and you clench your jaw, not in the mood to give in to him. He continues to bring you to the edge once more and you want to slap him. He moves up so you're face to face, his hips flush with yours and you can feel the outline of his hard cock through his pants. He felt so much thicker tonight then he ever has previously. Maybe it was because you were so eager to get him inside you.

"I know how much you want my cock, nena. Beg for it." He says, just barely moving his hips against yours. You glare defiantly at him and he smirks, grinding a little harder. Being edged three times made your clit a little sensitive, and the feeling of fabric against it made your legs twitch. You decide that he can't be the only one torturing you. Reaching between your bodies, you find the tops of his pants and slide your hand over the material, feeling a solid outline of his cock. Nope, he was definitely thicker than usual.

You give a firm squeeze and he bucks his hips. He's just as eager as you are, though you both are too stubborn to give in first. You find his tip through the material and gently rub a finger against it, making him groan. You're a little surprised that he hasn't tried to stop you. You tease him just as he did to you, though you only get to edge him once before he finally gives up.

"Fuck it!" He growls and stands up to take off his clothes. You quickly remove the lace you wore and Chris was on you seconds later. He positions himself against your entrance and your eyes roll back as he pushes in. He took his time, and the deeper he pushed himself in, you couldn't help but moan his name loudly as he reached places you didn't know he could reach. When he bottomed out, you had never felt so full with him. You've fucked plenty of times but something about tonight was different. Chris was going to ruin you and you were going to gladly let him do so.

"Look how well you take my cock, princesa." He boasts. "I bet his dick isn't as big as mine. I bet he can't make you moan like I can. Nobody knows your body better than me." It was the truth. Nobody could ever come close to how Chris makes you feel. You reach for his hair but he repositions himself so he can pin both your arms above your head. "You don't get to touch me."

You're about to bite back when he begins to move his hips, which quickly gives you an amazing sensation that leaves you speechless. He finds a semi-quick rhythm that gives you both just enough satisfaction but not bringing you to the edge quickly. His lips find your neck and begin a new hickey. You begin to squirm against his body, moving your hips up against his and he lets you. You can feel his cock reaching places, even at this slow pace, sending you over the moon in burning pleasure.

When he pulls his lips away, there is a dark mark forming. This pace is nice and all, but you're impatient, and still feeling the anger from earlier, not to mention you can't leave your mark on him, you demand that he goes faster. When Chris makes eye contact with you, you know you've pushed a nerve. In retaliation, he goes even slower. You can curse at him as much as you want, kick and complain, but he's in charge tonight and you know it.

This slow pace is a double-edged sword, not only affecting you but him as well. He didn't realize how much he needed his release then when he went slow. He tried not to show how much he wanted to pound you into next month but he couldn't hide everything from you. You could already tell he was struggling to not let the beast take over. This pace was your final breaking point. Taking in a breath, you apologize.

"Chris, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have grinded on that man tonight." He looks up at you, breathing hard, before he picks up his pace instantly, eager to bring you and him to the edge. This pace quickly builds up the fire and your walls are squeezing around him and he moans your name, eyes closing and head dropping to your chest.

"I'm sorry too." His voice was muffled by your chest and you almost didn't hear him. You don't respond, so he picks up his head and looks at you, pupils wide as he draws near. "I should have made good on my promise to show you off," his voice stutters a little. You both work off the last of your anger in the final moments. He lets go of your hands and you drag your nails down his back, leaving red marks, and he finds a spot under your jaw to make one final mark on you.

His hips begin to stutter before he cums, his hips lazily thrusting as you cum moments after him. Both of you stop and Chris rolls off of you, panting. When you both calm down, he helps you clean up and comes up behind you, making you roll onto your side and he wraps an arm around you. "I'm sorry baby," he apologizes again. You turn your head, catching him in your peripheral.

"What were you and Zabdiel talking about anyway?" He doesn't respond and you turn and face him, giving him the look.

"Well, I can't tell you..."

"Why not?" You suddenly press a hand to his shoulder and roll him onto his back, surprising him and even yourself as you climb on top of him. "Do I have to force it from you?"

"It's a surprise nena," he says, grabbing your hips. "Something special I planned for our anniversary next week..." You look down at him, shocked.

"Really?" He nods. You didn't plan on forcing anything out of him, it was an empty threat, but something about him always got you going. "Think you can go for another round?" He grins wide and nods as his hands travel up your body and find your chest.

"Good, 'cause I can go all night long..."

~~~~~~~~

Taglist: @cracraforfandoms @kmsmedine @kikixfandoms  @richardscurls

[mirahuyooo]

Forgetting Something? | knj

Forgetting Something?

— Kim Namjoon is always forgetful.

Word Count: 876 Contents: f L u F f, established relationship, joonie being pampered but still forgetful Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader

A/N: a short one but I wanna give joonie loooove UwU I also got this from a prompt generator and I thought of him so I hope you all still enjoyed!

[masterlist]

By the time the alarm clock blared throughout the room, all 1.81 meters of Kim Namjoon have only been charging with approximately three hours of sleep, having gone into bed only after late, late hours of working on songs in the small studio he had set up in your shared apartment. The guttural moan that escapes his awakening self had sent tingles through you as you walked towards the closet.

About twenty minutes ago, you had woken up before the lanky man and left him at your mercy to go shower instead of smacking him with pillows to wake up like you usually do. Usually, the two of you would both be up before the alarm, but given your boyfriend’s late night endeavors, that didn’t happen. Your eyes wandered over at him as you finished putting on your blouse.  

Namjoon sat up, groggily rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he blindly reached for his phone that significantly squints at. One arm crosses over his bare chest like some shield—as if you haven’t seen such a sight. You sauntered towards the sleepy musician, grabbing the pair of thick-rimmed glasses on the bedside table along the way.

As expected, he wakes up exhausted, but you weren’t one to rub ‘I told you so’s too roughly. You handed him his glasses as you sat on the bed next to him, running your hands through his tousled bed hair. He visibly eases at your touch, but he continues checking his phone for schedules and whatnot.

“Morning,” you chirpily greet, “You slept fine?”

His dimples appear from an otherwise drained smile. “I’ll survive,” he assures, chuckling. He then leans to you and kisses your forehead. “Good Morning,” he murmurs, resting his head on your shoulder.

He’s still sleepy, you note. You leaned away, cupping his soft, bread cheeks as you do. One eye opens to look at you questioningly. “You’re gonna be late if you stay her like this, sleepyhead,” you coo, laughing at the way his face mushes in your hands. You peck his lips and get up. “Go on,” you encourage, “get ready. I’ll fix you your coffee, hm?”

As you exit the room, Namjoon began removing the duvets off of him, feeling much more motivated. He smiles to himself at the daily dose of affection that he had just received. With a blissful sigh, he enters the bathroom to start his day.

As you finish cooking up some eggs, you hear the bedroom door click open. Namjoon soon emerges in a new outfit with his hair still damp. He was still on his phone, but he sets it on the table as he reaches the kitchen.

You hand him his coffee mug and gestured to the toasts and eggs you made. “Bon appetit,” you say, as you took a bite out of a toast and followed it with some eggs. “Thanks, chef,” he says, kissing your cheek as he sat next to you.

A light conversation picks up between the two of you, where in you asked him what his schedule for today was, and he asked you about yours. Plans on weekends change but most of your days usually consist of this. You both wake up and get ready. Then, he leaves the apartment first, and you follow suit to go to work.

As it does, the domestic scene ends as Namjoon gets a call from manager Sejin that the car will be arriving soon to pick him up. “Alright, I have to go now,” he tells you as he stands up. He grabs his cap and mask. He was checking over his things and seemed satisfied enough to head to the door.

You raise your brows at him and follow him to the door. “Joonie,” you call out to him, making him stop in his steps. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

Namjoon thinks to himself for a moment, his eyebrows furrowed together. The confusion on his face was adorable, but you did nothing to aid him. You stood before him, grinning mischievously.

Eventually, he has his eureka moment. “Ah!” he pipes up, “I forgot.”

You thought he really did remember, but instead, he shocks you. He cups your face and gives your lips a kiss. He pulls away with a smile, while your wide eyes only blinked in response. Soon, you burst into a fit of giggles. The way he looks so proud of himself makes it even funnier.

Namjoon is now more confusion. “What?”

Biting back a smile, your hand revealed his phone, the one he didn’t notice you were hiding behind your back. “I meant this,” you chuckle, handing him the device that he had left on the table after the call when he went and gathered his other things.

Namjoon flusters as he takes his phone and put it in his bag. He was embarrassed, you could tell. And so, as consolation, you stood on your tiptoes to kiss him again. “But that’s great too,” you grin at him, making him smile too.

“Now, shoo!” you playfully tap his butt and pointed to the door, laughing. “You’re gonna be late!”

Your boyfriend chuckles and waves goodbye, grinning like the lovestruck fool he is. He hasn’t been so happy forgetting something before.

[dammit-stark]

any stevetony regency fic: *chefs kiss*

okay this drabble was inspired by that scene in pride and prejudice where elizabeth walked three miles through the mud to get to her sick sister at netherfield and when she gets there they all just stare at her and make fun of her manners you know the one if you know you know - anyway this turned out way longer than I anticipated pls enjoy I absolutely adored writing this

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“I- I don’t have the money to repay you for this,” Steve pants, “But I promise, I’ll get it to you.”

The doctor keeps walking at his fervent, clipped pace through the long-haired English countryside. He shakes his head, but otherwise doesn’t say anything.

Steve had burst in on his breakfast at the Stark manor, man servants racing to get ahead of him as he threw open the doors of the breakfast parkour with his own two outstretched hands, out of breath. Everyone in attendance stood at the sight of him, priceless chair legs scraping against beautiful wood floors.

“Please,” Steve had begged, not an ounce of pridefulness, just hope and desperation, “It’s my mother. Can you help?”

Doctor Banner was moving instantly, nodding, “Let me get my bag.”

So Steve waited there as Doctor Banner hurried out of the room, brushing past the harried servants and muttering incessantly about his gear. Mr Stark and Miss Potts were still standing as if waiting for Steve’s manners to suddenly grow out of his ass. But Steve wasn’t very concerned about manners, couldn’t think if he was supposed to bow or if smiling was ill-mannered when his mom was sick again. She’d woken up coughing, moaning about a whole body ache, and Steve had immediately run down to the Stark manner to find Doctor Banner, knowing he dined late with the elusive bachelor most morning. Steve wrings his hands together anxiously and avoids Stark’s itchy, watchful gaze.

When Doctor Banner returns, he’s lugging a heavy-looking leather bag and his eyes are wide, “Take me to her,” He says, and Steve sweeps out of the room without another word.

Steve doesn’t see it, having already rushed out of the room with the thought of his mother at the front of his mind, but Pepper gives Tony a meaningfully smug look before they sit back down again, the hem of her midnight blue skirts pooling daintily against the rug as they return to their midmorning meal.

Steve says the same thing again later as he’s profusely thanking Doctor Banner, wringing out the other man’s big hands with his gratitude, “I promise I’ll gather the funds somehow, doctor. I’ll repay you, but… I might have to repay you gradually, if that’s alright.”

Doctor Banner shakes his head, just as he had before, “No, no. You should know, Mr Stark offered to cover any fees required of you.”

Steve’s so shocked that he drops Doctor Banner’s hands from his, “No, I can’t let him do that.”

The doctor cuts him off with a kind hand, “Please, Mr Rogers. Let him.”

And Steve, well- he looks over at his mother, laying sickly in her bed, and- they need the money, they really do. The crops have been declining steadily with every passing year, and Steve’s sure that if his mother were to have another episode, he wouldn’t be able to afford the medical fees. Slowly, he nods. “Okay,” He agrees, voice quiet, “That’s very generous of him.” Steve doesn’t miss the shy, maybe even sly, smile that appears on Doctor Banner’s lips, “Yes,” He agrees, tone serious as he holds onto the strap of his bag with two hands, “It was very generous of him.”

Doctor Banner presses a bottle of pills into Steve’s hand and nods one last time, “Make sure she takes one of these twice a day with meals. Have a good day, Mr Rogers.”

And Steve is left in his family home, wondering what he ever did to deserve this sort of generosity, and already mentally planning how to pay Mr Stark back for such magnanimity.

Steve returns to Stark Manor the next day, armed with the freshest eggs his estate had to offer. When he knocks on the door, he reacts to the servant gentlemen with a much kinder smiler and much slower attitude than he had the day before. The leader among them looks down at Steve at the bottom of the stoop from the top of his long nose.

“Your business?” The dutiful servant, choked off at the neck by his strict cravate.

Steve indicates his basket, “I’ve come to thank Mr Stark for his generosity.”

The servant appears dubious of Steve’s attentions, watching him for a moment longer than he would ever dare if Steve was closer to Mr Stark’s sect, or even if he had the education of Doctor Banner, but after a moment he nods and steps aside, “Very well. I shall bring you to him.”

Steve is as courteous as possible- to the doormen, the lined-up butlers, the milk maids scurrying in the background. He tries to effuse his gratitude in every way possible.

“JARVIS? I thought I told you not to-“

“Sir, you have a visitor. Mr Rogers.”

“Oh.”

Steve hears a quill being set down, a faint fluttering of parchment, some sort of frantic movement, then- “Very well. Send him in.”

When JARVIS steps back into the hallway, his expression has changed into something more fond and knowing, and he nods at Steve and opens the opulent door the rest of the way so Steve can enter Mr Stark’s office.

“Mr Rogers,” Mr Stark says. He’s leaning against the edge of his desk, “Welcome. What can I do for you?”

Steve carefully sets down the basket, “I wanted to thank you. Doctor Banner told me you offered to cover the charges for my mother’s medical bills. With her ill health- your generous aid helped tremendously. Thank you, sir.”

Mr Stark’s smile appears strained, like he’s holding something back or in or barring unwanton thoughts from entry. He taps idly at the wooden desktop with the tip of his quill.

Steve himself is struck within the silence by the opulence of the room, but also by Mr Stark’s expression, the careful lilt of his eyes, the soft, pink curves of his lips. Tony Stark exudes wealth and grace, and Steve can’t seem to look away. He knows Mr Stark sees it when he gulps.

“There’s not much I can offer in return,” Steve admits sheepishly, “But if there’s anything I can ever do to thank you, Mr Stark, I’ll be happy to do it.”

Steve can physically feel Stark’s appraising gaze, the wellbred man leaning back wolfishly in his chair, a knowing grin meeting his lips. He passed the feathered quill from one hand to the other.

“Dine with me,” He says eventually, his voice flooded with the command of a man used to getting his way, “That’s all I want in return.”

Steve’s shock is no doubt evident on his face, especially if the laugh that sprouts from Mr Stark’s lips is any indication.

“Is that really all you ask for?”

Mr Stark looks like he wants to ask for a million things more, a man accustomed to opulence and luxury. He has the whole wide world at his fingertips, and all he wants is for Steve to dine with him one evening. He nods affirmatively.

“Just one evening, that’s all I ask.”

Slowly, Steve nods, “Very well. I am at your discretion. Whenever you ask in the future, I’ll dine with you, sir.”

Mr Stark smiles, and Steve is struck by how elegant it is, the manner of it different from any other smile he’s ever seen. Steve finds himself eager to dine with this man.

“I look forward to it, Mr Rogers,” Stark returns, placing a pair of bifocals over the bridge of his nose, “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have work to do.”

If an evening dining with Mr Stark is all Steve is owed, he is happy to pay it. He’d be happy to dine with Mr Stark every night for a year, two years, if that was what was asked of him. But one night? Steve eagerly awaits it and hopes it stretches on forever.

[pcychedelic]

Hello can I request for Chanyeol Baker fluff wherein chanyeol is a baker and reader is a regular customer in their bakeshop and Chanyeol has a crush on her. I will be happy if you write one for me. Thanks for writing EXO fanfic

A Light Dusting of Sugar

For anonymous

Pairing: Park Chanyeol/Reader

Tags: Fluff, baker!Chanyeol

Rating: General Audiences

Words: 2.3k

The first time you meet the new baker at Mr. Bong’s patisserie is during the first day of summer break.

You’ve been used to being greeted by Kyungsoo and his black, thick-framed glasses whenever you burst through the doors of the pastry shop for the past four years, so when you find someone completely different behind the counter, it’s only natural for you to wonder if you’ve entered the correct place.

“Hi! What can I get you today?” the new employee asks with a big grin on his face.

You eye him curiously, having to literally look up at him because he’s so ridiculously tall. The stranger continues to smile at you as he waits for your reply, and it has made you notice the endearing dimple on his left cheek. His big, round eyes seem to gleam with a sense of mischief you can’t quite put your finger on. It’s his ears that stand out the most among all his features — they stick out in the cutest way possible, especially since he’s wearing the baby blue baseball cap that goes with the employee uniform.

You snap yourself out of the trance that this stranger has put you in and you eventually manage to say, “I’m, um… I’m here to pick up an order. A whole rhubarb and lemon curd cake? I think my mom already paid for it.”

“Oh,” the man nods. “So you’re rhubarb.”

“I have a name, so I’d appreciate it if you didn’t call me by the cake my parents made me pick up,” you retort, hoping he understands that you’re joking. Thankfully, the handsome stranger just laughs, and then he goes on to prepare your order. As you watch him, you can’t help but ask: “I’m sorry, but… do you know where Kyungsoo is?”

“The guy that worked here before me?” he asks. You nod. “All I know is that he left town to study or something. I can’t really remember, but I think that’s what Mr. Bong said. He just needed a baker urgently and I was the best he could get.”

Law school, you say to yourself. You’re happy that Kyungsoo’s out there finally living his dreams, but it wouldn’t have hurt him to say goodbye.

“Why do you look so bummed out?” the man asks as he places the cake in the center of an unfolded box. He then carefully begins assembling it, making sure that the paper box doesn’t touch any part of the cake. “Did you like him or something?”

“Am I that easy to read?”

“Well, not you specifically. Girls are easy to read,” he answers, still focused on wrapping your cake up. “I can only speak for myself, though. Maybe it’s the same for other dudes with sisters too.”

“I’m sorry, who are you again?”

He finally looks up and flashes another wide smile. You didn’t believe that hearts could skip beats, but you could swear that yours just did. “I’m Chanyeol.” He finishes your order up, tying a dainty blue ribbon around the box. He hands the cake to you. “And you are…?”

“Leaving,” you say as you pick up the box and turn around.

You can hear Chanyeol chuckling behind you. “Okay, then. See you later, rhubarb.”

— 

The first time you meet Chanyeol outside of Mr. Bong’s patisserie is during the first day of the fall semester.

“Rhubarb!” an annoyingly familiar voice calls from behind you.

You turn around in a flash only to be greeted by another one of Chanyeol’s huge grins, his dimple appearing on his left cheek like it always does when he smiles this widely. “I told you to stop calling me that.”

“I didn’t know you studied here too,” Chanyeol says, completely ignoring what you just said.

“And now you do.” You roll your eyes at him as you turn back around and continue to walk to where you’re supposed to be heading, not caring whether Chanyeol follows you or not.

Unfortunately, he does. “I thought you were just in high school or something,” he remarks as he walks beside you.

“I’m not sure if I’m supposed to be flattered or offended by that hypothesis that’s way off the mark.”

Chanyeol laughs. He’s still walking alongside you. “Where are you going?”

“Class.”

“You’re lying. Everyone’s off to lunch.”

You stop in your tracks and throw him a look of genuine confusion. “Why are you annoying me right now?”

“Because,” Chanyeol begins, “You haven’t been around the shop much and I kinda miss annoying you there, but then I saw you walking and at first I thought I was hallucinating or something, and then I realized that maybe it’s just my lucky day.”

You give him one last glare before you continue walking. “So… you missed me,” you paraphrase his explanation.

“I’m not saying it again,” he chuckles. “I know you heard me just fine the first time.”

You purse your lips in an attempt to keep yourself from smiling. You didn’t know that Chanyeol cared about you enough to notice your absence, and now that you do, that information is turning your heart into mush.

“Do you have plans after class?” Chanyeol asks after a few silent steps, jamming his hands into the pockets of his jacket.

“Maybe,” you tease. This time, you allow yourself a smirk. “Maybe not. It depends on what you’re gonna say next.”

“Well that isn’t pressuring at all,” he sarcastically says as he laughs. “I was going to ask if you wanted to hang out somewhere. You know, somewhere I can annoy you that’s not the patisserie or here on campus.”

You don’t stop yourself from smiling this time around. “Sounds cool.”

Chanyeol’s signature grin spreads across his face once again. “Okay,” he says. “See you later, rhubarb.”

— 

The first time you try your hand at baking is with Chanyeol at Mr. Bong’s patisserie long after business hours during the middle of winter break.

Chanyeol always teases you about how you just sit around while he bakes for tomorrow’s sale the night prior. To shut him up, you agree to let him teach you how to bake under the guise of “wanting to help him” in baking for the shop when you’re eventually good enough, but really, you’re just there for the free sweets.

Tonight you’re making baked sugar donuts, which Chanyeol claims to be the easiest recipe he could think of. That may be true to an extent, but you know that it’s probably the least probable recipe to be a fire hazard.

“We literally have less than ten ingredients so if you mess this up, I’m really gonna make fun of you,” he says while preheating the oven to 350.

“I’m not a child,” you protest, but it probably came out as sulky and… well, childlike. “Just tell me what to do so we can eat donuts already. I’m starving.”

Chanyeol stares at you for a while, a soft smile slowly spreading across his lips, and it’s hard not to convince yourself that he doesn’t look extra cute when he’s smiling at you like that while wearing a light blue apron that says ‘kiss the chef’.

“Are you just gonna stand there and stare at me like a creep or are you gonna teach me how to make donuts?”

Chanyeol laughs, and then finally shows you the ropes: how to properly coat the donut pan with nonstick spray, why it is important to sift the dry ingredients, how to thoroughly mix the batter so that it’s smooth all the way through. Suddenly, you’re like fourteen again, back in home economics class for your first practical kitchen exercise.

Chanyeol volunteers to fill up the donut pans but you protest, so naturally, he lets you have your way. He pops them into the oven once you’ve finished filling the pans up. The timer is set to fifteen minutes.

“Who taught you how to bake?” you ask out of the blue as both of you just stare through the oven glass, waiting for the batter to rise and cook.

“My mom,” Chanyeol answers with a fond smile. “Do you know what was the first thing I baked in my whole life?”

“What?”

“Sugar donuts.”

“No way…” You turn to look at him, and he simply nods. “This is your mom’s recipe?”

“Yeah,” he says. “I was ten, I think. I kept on messing up the batter and we had to do, like, three do-overs. You actually did better than me.”

Both of your laughters are cut short when the timer lets out a loud ding. Chanyeol pulls the fresh batch out of the oven, and you can already smell the sweet scent of honest-to-goodness homemade donuts. You were about to dig in when Chanyeol chastises you playfully, reminding you that you’ll need to wait five more minutes to cool them down. He flips the pan over and lets the donuts rest.

The minutes pass excruciatingly slowly. The timer finally dings again, but Chanyeol still swats your hand away as you reach for a donut.

“What?” you whine.

“They’re sugar donuts,” he reminds you. “We haven’t added sugar yet.”

“Oh, right.”

Chanyeol laughs at you once more, tossing the donuts one by one into a sandwich bag filled with sugar. He shakes the bag lightly to cover the donuts with the sweet granules, and then he puts them on a plate when he’s done.

“Can I eat one now?” you ask, getting impatient.

Chanyeol lets out an affectionate chuckle. “Sure. Knock yourself out.”

You both grab a donut and bite into it. The sweetness explodes in your mouth as soon as you dig in, the donut almost melting on your tongue because of its softness. It has a light, airy texture to them and the next thing you know, you’re already reaching for a second one.

“These are so good,” you say, the words almost coming out a moan.

“Right? God, I could never have enough of these when I was a kid. It’s actually a miracle I don’t have diabetes now from all the sugar donuts I’ve had growing up,” Chanyeol says as he laughs. “I could teach you how to bake other recipes, if you’d like.”

You just smile at him. “I’d love to.”

— 

The first time you admit to yourself that you have feelings for Chanyeol is during the last day of spring break.

All you did over the break was help him bake in the patisserie, even if he still did the majority of the work. Mr. Bong was naturally happy about it because of the free labor. But really, it was the least you could do for him since you practically grew up having his croissants, brioches, and eclairs. It felt nice to sort of give up, especially since you’ve seen how the shop struggled sometimes throughout the years.

More than that, you liked helping out in the patisserie because you got time to spend with Chanyeol.

He’s still annoying as ever, perhaps even more now that you’ve known him for around a year, but it’s nice to have someone to exchange playful banter with, to teach you baking recipes that he learned from his mom, to tease you out of the blue.

It just feels nice when you’re with him.

“Do you have plans after work?”

“Technically, I don’t work here,” you say, “but no, I’m free after work. What’s up?”

Chanyeol fumbles with his words as if he’s nervous, but eventually he manages to say, “I, um, baked something for you. I was wondering if we could share it back in the kitchen after closing.”

“You made something for me?” you ask in confusion. “For what? It’s not my birthday.”

Chanyeol shrugs, but you can tell he did it for a reason, you just can’t seem to figure it out. “I just felt like baking something for you. You’re gonna love it, I swear.”

And so closing time arrives and Chanyeol disappears into the kitchen as soon as you flip the CLOSED sign on the door of the shop. He comes out after a while and then asks you to close your eyes. He leads you back into the kitchen, guiding you slowly as you can’t see anything, and when you both stop and he asks you to open your eyes, you find a familiar cake sitting on the industrial kitchen counter and your lips slowly curl into a smile.

“Really?” you ask, but you can’t help the small chuckle that escapes your lips. “Rhubarb custard cake?”

“I wanted to make a rhubarb and lemon curd cake, like, you know, from the first time we met but we’re all out of curd and I didn’t have enough time to make one from scratch so I just settled for custard,” Chanyeol rambles on and on, but you just stare at him with a smile until he notices that he’s babbling. “I’m sorry. I’m saying a lot of stuff right now, aren’t I?”

“Yes,” you laugh. “What’s the cake for?”

Chanyeol heaves a deep sigh, and then says, “Like I said, this was the cake you picked up — well, it’s close to the cake you picked up when we first met, and… we’ve been hanging out for quite sometime now…”

You shake your head, still smiling. “Get to the point.”

“I may or may not have had a little crush on you for a while and… this is… Well, this is me saying I like you,” he finally says. “I’m such a dork, right? I’m saying I like you by baking you a cake. Right. I’m sorry. I’ll just…”

You interrupt him as you suddenly walk toward him and tiptoe to give him a kiss. He’s confused for a split second until he realizes what was happening, and then his hands settle on the small of your back to support you.

You pull away. “What are you sorry for?”

“Um…” he replies intelligently, earning yet another chuckle from you. “I honestly can’t remember what I was saying before you kissed me.”

And so you kiss him again, and you could feel him smiling into the kiss, and you decide that Chanyeol’s lips are sweeter than anything you’ve baked with him.

[hiraphane]

Things in Fire Emblem: Three Houses that after 200+ hours still never fail to get to me (word vomit incoming):

When you’re sprinting around the monastery at the speed of light, the number of NPCs that exclaim “what the-?!” as you nyoom past them

“Please do not eat the weeds”

Sylvain’s pick-up formula that becomes incredibly apparent when you’re catching up on his support scenes with the girls - “Hey [name], you look really cute when you’re [activity/mood].”

Felix’s disdain for his father. Idk if I’m projecting but something about him unabashedly tearing his father a new one every time they see each other is incredibly therapeutic for me. Honestly, just listening to Felix verbally eviscerate people in general is incredibly satisfying. Go OFF on them, Fe!

The dramatic irony and humor that can be had/found on subsequent playthroughs when you know Seteth and Flayn’s full backstories. So many little things that I didn’t think twice about my first run are suddenly hilarious. (”Which [Saint] is your favorite, Professor?” I know your game, fish girl)

Upside down Claude memes

Hilda absolutely DESTROYING the entire enemy force and then complaining that she’s a delicate flower and the battlefield is no place for her like HONEY YOU’RE A TANK, EMBRACE IT

Placing Dedue in a choke point and activating his trait skill, then watching and laughing as people try and fail to barrel through this impassable mountain of a man, usually killing themselves in the process.

“Stay away!” Bernadetta screams in terror before absolutely erasing a man/woman/otherwise from existence.

“Burn until we meet again.”

“It’s all becoming clearer.”

Literally any and all of Sylvain’s kill/level quotes. He’s carried my dumb ass through so many battles I could probably recite them all in my sleep

How I never fail to - out loud - say “Thot” every time Sylvain’s “Be gone” kill line plays

The much more obscure reference of me - out loud - asking “For combat?” every time Ashe announces “I must steel myself!”

Feral Dimitri

“You lost to ME?” / “*sigh* and I didn’t even enjoy it.” / “You overestimated yourself.” - These are just some of the ones that come immediately to mind, but imagine, if you will, being absolutely destroyed by a pink haired loli or a sleepy wizard or an otherwise very delicate looking high school aged child and then hearing - as you pull in your last dying breath - them say that to you, as they stand over your mangled body. Seriously, these children are fucking savages.

How Sylvain, despite bitching and moaning about crest babies his entire support chain, will inevitably have boatloads of children if you get him a paired ending with a female character. I know his hypothetical family is a product of love not careful breeding, but it’s just hilarious to me. This man went from being pathologically terrified of / disgusted by the idea of continuing his family tree to adding entire branches to it. What an absolute Lad.

Sylvain and Felix’s paired endings. I love my boys so much.

Dedue and Mercedes’ paired ending / Dedue and Byleth’s paired ending. They’re the only Dedue endings I’ve seen so I can’t speak for any of his other endings, but they’re so damn wholesome they make me wanna die.

How much I relate to Bernadetta

How Edelgard goes from “stone cold bitch” to “useless lesbian” depending on whether you go Black Eagles or not

Hubert’s sense of humor. The number of times this man has startled me into a fit of laughter with his dry wit is insane.

Manuela and Hanneman’s bickering

Just how fucking broken Mercedes is as a healer. She heals herself 100% of the health she heals other people AND she can use Physic (meaning she can heal from a distance, which end-game essentially allows her to heal from across the map) WHO ALLOWED THIS ABSOLUTE LASS TO EXIST AND CAN I MARRY THEM????

Dancer Felix / Hubert. What can I say? I like my Dancers feral or otherwise vapid as fuck.

Trickster Dorothea, AKA the embodiment of my gay thirst. Get Dancer Thea outta here, Trickster Thea is where its at.

Hapi. Just Hapi.

LET ME MARRY HAPI AS A FEMC IM BEGGING YOU PLEASE

Mercedes being a gigantic troll and nobody being able to tell if it's intentional or she's just oblivious

Petra and Cyril’s supports and their paired ending. The way they promise “forever and ever” and Cyril doesn’t even stop to think about where Rhea will be during that “forever” is just *chef’s kiss* (literally any support where Cyril doesn’t mention Rhea is *chef’s kiss*)

“IS THIS SOME KIND OF SICK JOKE?!”

Just how fucking offended Ferdinand gets when you try to give a lost item to him but it isn’t his. Like chill out man it wasn’t a concentrated attack on your noble honor, I was literally just asking to be nice and cover my bases.

Lorenz and Leoni’s meal dialogue - “Ugh, you sound like my mother...”

“I lost my brother to bandits... is something I’m sure somebody’s said at some point.” On my first playthrough that was such a YIKES joke from Sylvain, but now when I play I just feel bad because that was him trying to open up and be serious and then he immediately chickened out and backpedaled and came off as a total ass because of it. (I know Miklan didn’t die to bandits, but he ran off to be a bandit and to Sylvain I feel like that might as well be the same thing. Also can we talk about how Sylvain still obviously cares about his brother even though he literally TRIED TO KILL HIM MULTIPLE TIMES THROUGHOUT THEIR CHILDHOOD AND WAS RAMPANTLY ABUSIVE TO HIM, PLEASE SOMEBODY HUG MY BOY!!!!)

Dimitri being the literal hulk and struggling not to break everything he touches

Dorothea and Marianne having themselves listed under their dislikes like BABIES PLEASE LOVE YOURSELVES

The percentage of students who have “ghosts” somewhere on their likes or dislikes. Why are they so relevant? 

How you can infer Edelgard’s entire backstory from her dislikes

“GREETINGS, PROFESSOR!”

Yuri and Hubert literally threatening to kill Byleth and me looking around like John Travolta every time like “DID ANYBODY HEAR THAT?!?!?!?!”

Me holding Dedue, Felix, and post TS Dimitri back by the scruffs of their necks as they desperately try to solo every map I deploy them on. Like BOYS, please, contain your murder. I know they attacked you first, but the second line needs EXP too.

Forming a protective circle around Dedue during the attack on Enbarr in Verdant Wind, like if ANYTHING happens to my boy I WILL divine pulse don’t fucking test me (PS Dedue, if you could stop charging ahead and pay attention to my carefully constructed plan of attack, that’d be great)

Edelgard’s little ax twirl on her victory screen

“I AM FERDINAND VON AEGIR!”

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Clementine: Chapter 4

It was a stretch, but a few long nights spread over cooling cups of coffee and far too many documents was all it took to square away Hanna Hut. You were now the legal owner of an LLC. To even say the words made you giddy. You were a business owner! It was equal parts terrifying and electrifying to know that your future was now truly in your own hands.

Just like that, you only had a short amount of time to get the doors open. It seemed an impossible feat, but having Kylo by your side gave you an abundance of confidence. He was quick to soothe the side of you that felt self-conscious for taking up so much of the man’s time. All it took was one look, and he’d silently give your shoulder a squeeze. A quiet reminder that it was his own choice to come along for the ride.

With all of the paperwork out of the way, it meant time for the “fun stuff”. Which was how you found yourself in Hell’s Kitchen on a sunny Wednesday afternoon. The summer air was stale and muggy in a typical New York City fashion. Still, that couldn’t damper your excitement as you explored a kitchen supply store with Kylo.

This wasn’t his place of expertise, but he was happy to tag along and watch you bounce from aisle to aisle. He loved getting lost in your world, listening to you gush about the different espresso machines, and how each brand differed.

Although, he did pipe up once in a while to gently remind you of a very strict budget he helped calculate the night before.

“Look at these portafilters. Oh my gosh, they’re gorgeous,” you cried out, fingers greedily reaching out for the shiny stainless steel handles. Kylo laughed and shook his head as he held out the red plastic basket on his arm. You hurried to fill it with a few accessories, eager to try everything out once the shop delivered your new espresso machine.

“How do you know so much about coffee?” Kylo asked. He wandered with you down another aisle, this one filled with gorgeous glassware of all shapes and sizes. You picked up a double walled glass cup and mused, “I used to work in a coffeeshop during college. We only ever used crappy beans since it was a college town, but I still loved everything about the job.”

You set the glass down and picked up another one - a pale pink ceramic mug. “I liked how coffee could perk people up. How it was such an integral part to their day. It was fun to see people gather in the shop, too. How it served as a backdrop to so many happy memories for people of all walks of life. I’d love for Hanna Hut to be a source of happiness for people.”

“That’s quite admirable of you,” he responded. Kylo then plucked the pink mug out of your hand and looked it over. “This one. I think it’s so you.”

Your scrunched your nose up at Kylo, secretly loving how much he towered over you. “What about that mug makes you think of me?”

He pretended to be deep in thought as he scratched his chin. “Hm. For starters, it’s small and cute.” Your cheeks pinked, and he chuckled in response. Throwing an arm around your shoulder he continued, “Come on. Let’s finish shopping, get this stuff shipped to the store, and then grab some lunch. How does Italian sound?”

You tilted you chin up to look at him and squealed, “Only if we can get tiramisu!”

Kylo shook his head, as the realization that he was so whipped for you set in.

Apparently “Italian” meant seats at an exclusive restaurant where the chef, himself, prepared your meal. He introduced himself as Pietro Fagiuolli, and ushered you directly to the kitchen, where a secluded spot was set up by the kitchen island. You realized that there was barely any space between yourself and Kylo, especially given how his knees knocked into yours.

He shot you playful smiles as your legs continued to rub and touch throughout the meal. When he finally felt you relax your knee into his inner thigh, Kylo felt a sudden swell of confidence. Surely all of your playful flirtation and gentle touches must mean something. You didn’t seem the type to flirt your way into getting someone to help you out.

It was now or never. He gently set his fork down with a quiet clink, and folded his hands together in his lap. You felt the air change, and put your own utensils down. Kylo took in a deep breath and murmured quietly enough so that nobody in the kitchen could hear your conversation.

“I don’t want to be too forward, and I don’t want you to think that your answer will affect whether or not I still help out with Hanna Hut...but...how would you feel about dating me?”

He hated how his voice cracked at the end. Despite having faced down some seriously intimidating individuals in court, he’d never done something as heart racing as seriously asking a woman out. Not like this, when he was already so invested from the get go.

You tilted your head and considered the man in front of you for a second before your lip twisted in a little smirk. “I thought that’s what we’re doing now,” you teased. You reached across the stainless steel tabletop and opened your hand up.

Kylo was quick to place a hand in yours, intertwining your fingers.

“Doesn’t hurt to check,” he muttered. Kylo was old school, but he knew better than to just assume everyone else had the same expectations. He spent the better part of his life in New York City, a place where people played fast and loose with feelings. Even if you didn’t seem the type to casually date, Kylo still wanted to make sure before investing more into the relationship.

Your eyes crinkled in amusement and happiness. “Only under one condition.”

“And what’s that?”

“We’re exclusive,” you finished.

Kylo laughed, already feeling a million times lighter. Hearing that you wanted him, and only him, made the man’s day. “So I guess that would make you my girlfriend?”

You nodded and stood up on your toes to lean across the table. “Seal it with a kiss?”

He got up to meet you halfway, and your eyes fluttered shut as he pressed his plush lips against your own. It was a chaste kiss, but one filled with promise of a future you could never have imagined.

His tongue swiped forward, and just as you were about to deepen the kiss, a throat cleared in the kitchen.

“Really, guys?” Pietro groaned, his voice laced with a thick Italian accent. “Let’s show some respect for my pasta.” His tone was teasing, and he had a wide smile on his face. The man rested a hip at the edge of the island and tossed a towel over his shoulder.

You pushed away from Kylo and shyly tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. Although it was clear that Pietro was giving Kylo some harmless ribbing, you couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed. “Thank you for hosting us. The food is amazing,” you awkwardly sputtered.

“You really outdid yourself,” Kylo added, making a point to gesture at your empty plates. The chef chuckled and slapped a hand against Kylo’s back. “Anything for the man who kept me out of jail!”

He took notice of your shocked expression and laughed even louder. “No, nothing crazy! I was being mistaken for some sucker with mob ties. Apparently having a thick Italian accent is enough of a reason to arrest someone in this town.” Pietro rolled his eyes and gave Kylo a jab with his elbow and continued, “But this guy over here believed me. I was only a sous chef at the time, and this guy defended my case pro bono. Promised Mr. Tall, Dark, and Scary that if he kept me out of jail, he’d get free meals whenever he wanted!”

You smiled at how cute Kylo looked with shy and rosy cheeks. You asked, “By this amazing meal, I’m assuming that you won?”

Pietro tossed his arm around Kylo’s shouldered and cheered, “Hell, yes! I owe this guy my life.”

“Alright, alright. Did you come here with dessert or just to chat our ears off?” Kylo groused, clearly embarrassed from all of the praise. Pietro was unfazed though, and turned to shout some Italian over his shoulder. A young man immediately appeared balancing several plates on his hands and forearms.

There was a giant slice of tiramisu, clearly made from scratch. The cream was so fresh and fluffy, it looked like little puffs of clouds with the finest dusting of cocoa. There was also a bowl with generous servings of gelato in all sorts of colors. What excited you the most though, was a narrow rectangular plate.

Placed in a neat row upon the plate were the most beautiful and exquisitely decorated chocolates. They were like miniature pieces of art, each shaped like an iconic symbol of New York City. There was a yellow taxi cab, a skyscraper, a cute little stiletto, and an apple just to name a few. It looked like the colors were all hand painted for goodness sake!

“These are too pretty to eat,” you gushed. Despite your words, your fingers reached out to pick up a little newspaper shaped chocolate. There was even a tiny “NY Times” painted across the top.

Pietro’s chest puffed at your words, proud that you noticed and appreciated the details. “Go on and try it. There’s more where that came from,” he urged.

You took a little nibble and moaned, causing Kylo’s mind to wander to a place unsuitable for public consumption. It was an impossible task though, as you reached across the table and hand-fed the other half of the chocolate to your boyfriend.

He groaned, partially from the burst of chocolate and hazelnut, and partially from the feeling of your fingers gently brushing a stray crumb off the bottom of his lower lip. “These are good,” he muttered. He caught your eye and couldn’t help but share a mischievous smile.

“I’m still here,” Pietro grumbled. Before you could protest, he stuck a finger up and joked, “I’m Italian. I know what those lovey dovey eyes look like, and you two got it bad.”

Pietro signed and nudged Kylo. “How about I leave you two love birds alone before I vomit, and you tell your lady about the deal, eh?” He threw Kylo a pointed look before pressing a friendly kiss against your cheek and disappearing into the back of the kitchen.

You sat up and dug into the cake, mouth full of cream and coffee soaked cake as you asked, “What deal?”

Kylo smiled at the sight of you licking your fingers and answered, “Pietro’s willing to consign his premiere chocolate collection at your shop. Exclusively. It’ll be a great way to generate buzz and make some sales while you’re at it.”

“Consign?” Your nose wrinkled in confusion.

“It means that whatever you sell, you’ll split 50/50. If any product doesn’t get sold, he’ll take it back at no cost. It’s a way for businesses to wholesale a new product without risk.”

Lips still smacking, you wondered aloud, “Not that I don’t appreciate it, but why me? He’s on the shortlist to earning a Michelin Star!”

Kylo reached over and ran his hand along your arm. “I told him about your concept, and he loves it. He really wants to help your business take off.”

“He feels sorry for me,” you sighed. A little pout formed at your lips. On anyone else it would have looked petulant, but Kylo found the way your lips pressed together to be quite endearing.

“No. He really loves your concept and supporting young business owners. I would be lying if I said what he went through didn’t affect him, but he wouldn’t just help anyone out.”

“Okay,” you murmured, still feeling a little shocked. Kylo sensed your trepidation and immediately stood from his seat. He walked around the table and pulled you into a tight hug. Your face pressed against his chest, and you couldn’t help but sag into the embrace.

He ran his hands through your hair, and wondered when you were last held like this. It was so long ago a date didn’t surface.

“Have some confidence in yourself. You’re about to be a...uh...what is it that they call it online? A ‘boss bitch’?”

You snorted into this shirt, “Please don’t say that ever again. But I do appreciate the sentiment.”

“Only if you promise to be kinder to yourself,” he murmured, lifting your face up by the chin with the tip of his index finger.

“Deal.”

Kylo’s face softened, and he gave you a little kiss. As he held you and kissed positive affirmations into your temple, you couldn’t help but give a silent “thank you” to Poe’s stupid stereo system.