#well that’s a first innit

[zoyasribbon]

SILKEN WHISPERS — d. szobozlai

.ೃ࿐ summary : Punctuality has forever coursed through your veins, especially during the most significant occasions. Yet, who would have guessed that a simple silk dress could shatter that rule?

.ೃ࿐ words : 0,6k.

.ೃ࿐ genre : suggestive.

.ೃ࿐ warning : swearing, hot makeout sesh.

.ೃ࿐ author’s note : marking my debut in the imagine territory where I’m taking my first steps with this little guy here—i have so many ideas in store ^^ hope you enjoy !

“Fuck, I love this dress” he growled into your ear.

You marveled at how Dominik had a way of approaching you with such effortless charm, savoring every moment of it. His warm breath brushed against the delicate shell of your ear, sending ripples of sensation through your entire being. You could sense the contours of his lush lips as they curved into a wicked smile, long before you could catch their reflection in the mirror.

His exquisite mouth. The gentle bristle of his stubble. His tussled, soft brown hair. The earthy scent of his cologne.

Him.

You couldn't fathom why his compliment impacted you so deeply. Well, you were aware of your excellent taste in clothing, a truly refined taste. Even the shop assistant praised your choice earlier. Yet, it was gratifying to receive admiration for your dress selection, a specific taste you had honed over the years, despite hearing your mother's reprimands all through your teenage years.

There was nothing overtly revealing about it. You cherished the fabric's softness and the delicate hue, an homage to the early breath of the warm summer day that lay ahead. It draped around your form, lending both grace and a sense of comfort.

Elegance and comfort, precisely what you sought. With Dominik so close behind you now, you felt, on top of all that, utterly sexy.

You mirrored his smile before focusing on applying your red lipstick. Dominik drew even nearer. His large hands encircled your waist, exerting a firm hold. His thumbs traced delightfully slow, feathery circles down your back, igniting a blaze that seemed to sear the silky fabric, sending tendrils of heat down your spine. What was his intention?

You attempted to stifle a gasp, but the faint tremor in your body, as involuntary as it was, betrayed you. Naturally, Dominik, to his great delight, took notice.

His languorous demeanor slowly gave way to a more intimate and intense expression. Your eyes fluttered shut as he dipped his head to kiss your neck. He was acutely aware of the effect this simple yet intimate act would have on you, especially when he focused on that particular spot where your shoulder met your neck. It was, after all, one of his many areas of expertise.

Unconsciously, you allowed the lipstick you had just lowered to slip from your hand onto the polished wooden chest of drawers. This granted you the excuse to weave your fingers into his hair—a subtle act not only to steady yourself but also to unwittingly encourage his delightful administrations, preventing your legs from giving way.

"We're going to be late," you managed to articulate with a tremulous, breathless voice. He let out a small laugh against your skin. "It's your cousin's wedding, after all," you murmured desperately, knowing that soon you would be rushing headlong into trouble.

In response, he delicately nipped a part of your neck. That slightest gesture was enough to make you surrender. Your head tilted backward, finding support against his sturdy chest before leaning slightly to the side. Your hand grabbed a few strands of his hair, pulling gently, eliciting a moan from him.

Now literally pressed against Dominik, you could feel every beat of his heart pulsating against his still partly unbuttoned white shirt. The mirror had indeed offered you a delightful view of his well-defined torso.

You ceased pretending that this damn wedding held any significance the moment his hands slid forward across your breasts and descended towards the lower curve of your belly and even lower. Suddenly, he emitted another groan, this one more desperate and guttural than the first. Your breath caught.

"You know what?" he whispered, "Far too perfect. Let your hair down, darling, I need to ruffle you up a bit before we go."

[satans-knitwear]

Blue valentines with brighter lighting ✨💙

Treat me ~ Tip Me ~ More of me

[roychewtoy]

can we get him out?

[phagodyke]

the masculine urge to take a saucepan off thr draining board and bash myself repeatedly over the head with it until I pass out and no longer have to experience feeling Bad 😍

[luck-of-the-drawings]

WWWOOOPS FORGOT I MADE THIS. drew this back at around when the hyperbolic time chamber training arc was just starting. remember that? huh? remember the hamspter??? ohhhhhhhh youll remember the haspter!!!! oh my god yknow what else i remember. williams overwhelming love for christmas. oh my god. spooky zombie boy loves the christmas.. literally the best possible thing for him...

[mchiti]

as a girl I have admit it feels pretty nice catfishing men into thinking I don't know shit about football so they can say the most boring shit to me and then I come back with data and receipts.

I love watching their faces when it happens. The way they shrug their shoulders. sweat dripping from their faces. vague hand gestures. asking fellas for support. embarrassed laugh. and then proceed to make a choice:

choice A: abruptly end the conversation

choice B: "I've never met a girl who..."

and then you graciously smile and leave.

[todayisafridaynight]

this dude on twt ages ago swore that mine was anything but gay because he was nice to katase and quote "all men he interacts with he tries to kill" 😭☠️

Idk how that bloke didnt acknowledge that the men mine attacked were mostly dudes who threatened/questioned daigo’s position/authority like huh

[tracle0]

Blood Moon

[steelycunt]

laura gave me a birthday present last night and included in it was a little plastic princess tiara...a princess tiara...for my princess...look at it....look it it are you looking at it...have you ever seen something so beautiful. he is wearing it as we speak he is wearing this in everything ive ever written OR read it is. it is his little princess tiara a princess tiara for my most specialest little princess and he looks so pretty and everybody agrees...

[ronanlynchbf]

hell day today and i'm only two hours into my EIGHT HOUR SHIFT

[schalotte]

best advice for fat bitches is everyone can already see ur fat so whether you dress to hide that or actually dress the way you want is going to impact u and u alone. god bless

[nomaishuttle]

sometimes u put yr playlist on shuffle a song comes up and you have to put another song in the queue immediately as soon as it comes on bc it makes you think of that song

[paperlovesadness]

I do believe that checking setlists has now become very unhealthy for me.

This whole experience really went: 🎢 🔥

Because just look:

just keep looking

(is this actually real??? Is setlists dot fm messing with me?)

Like... What is this??? NOT ONLY TBHC BACK

NOT ONLY an entire setlist of their songs

EDIT TIME

[well I stand corrected because no covers. Just actual recordings being played] [but these are still interesting and exciting choices tbh]

but also TWO BONUS COVERS?

Barry White and THE BEATLES???? ExCUSE ME? [btw, do we have any recordings of that? 😩]

... but oh - you thought we could just have a nice moment of full-on-envy towards these lucky Indonesian folks? Nahhhh

Because WHERE - I am asking - IS ONE POINT PERSPECTIVE???????

Why. Why is my only question. Just why is it the TBHC songs that have to suffer most for that amount of AM songs to be in there ❤️‍🩹

(I suppose I still will take the win of TBHC not completely disappearing. WE'VE GOT HOPE TO HOLD ONTO)

[hwsforeignrelations]

Hehehehehehe for the first time in forever ive written over seven thousand words for a fic and the dopamine high just thinking about it is insane

[phagodyke]

was gonna say smth else but this turned into a vent sorry everyone just ignore. typical weekend post on this blog u know how it is here we go👍

[mishkakagehishka]

I'll take it. It's a stretch, but i'll take it

Still doesn't change the fact that he did bring up "his parents" when Anzu only asked if he had sisters. Mika is a terrible liar to me now. ♡