DRV3 Guys And Their First Kiss With Their S/O

🦊Oh I feel ya on the angst!!!!! Like I read a couple short ones recently. And in fairness the authors tagged them properly. And at the end I was just like

'idk what I expected'

Like I can do bittersweet sure. And not gonna lie your sweet domestic Dilf Bakugou fluff? After I read that a song came across my playlist and 100% by accident thought up like something very angsty. And now I'm just mad at my brain!

Cause like you gave us beautiful, pure wholesome fluff!!! And my brain was like 'yes but.....make it tragic.'

But still overall love you positive fluff/smut vibes. And not gonna just now my brain be thinking about hockey player Kiri and Bakus little girls either also doing hockey or like fucking roller derby and being like the scariest badass bitches who will check you across the ice/ring.

Like their little girls are gonna be so terrifying! And when they're old enough to date guys will say they're intimidating or just too much (heard this all my life. No I'm not intimidating, you just need a fucking backbone) and at first the dad's will worry.

Until they are chaperoning some dance or something and Bakugou daughter straight up punches a guy who grabbed her ass or something. And while the principal is trying to reprimanded her Bakugou will just be like

"that's my girl!" *Sniffle* he's never felt closer to her.

I’m seeing this late too omg

but I love how everyone hcs that Baku will have girls that stay whooping other boys ass because how else would his kids be

valentine’s day event- day 2 

doctor’s orders

//lol remember when i said i was going to write cute valentine’s day scenarios? yeah, i’m in a mood and i’m just gonna write shameless smut for the next 11 days.

mostly for @luccislegs​ and @dumbass-no-mi​ 

warning- shameless nsfw, also- sub!law

Law was tired.

Working at the hospital day and night with barely enough time to coax himself into a sleep that lasted for more than four hours left Law restless and exhausted, weaving through the indiscriminable days at a frighteningly fast pace, practically unaware of his surroundings.

He knew his job was important; working in the ER was nothing shy of gruesome at times, but he needed to do it. Perhaps his workaholic tendencies were fuelled by a twisted form of savior’s complex, but he recognized the importance of the matter and his desire to save as many people as he could.

It could be draining, though.

If Law was lucky, he would be home before 2, silently drifting into bed, slinking his arms around you from behind and softly kissing the back of your head, relishing in the temporary comfort that you granted him.

He knew it was hard on you too, especially the nights when he didn’t come home at all, opting to camp out in the 8th floor waiting room that was closed after hours, trying to get a couple of hours of sleep in before resuming his work.

You didn’t mind too much, though. Granted it was lonely spending the days without him, communicating mainly through abrupt texts quickly sent between operations, and sometimes you wished that he were there, holding you as the both of you drifted off to sleep, but you found solace in the little notes and gifts he would leave for you to find when you woke up in the morning. Sometimes, you would even visit him during his lunch break, picking up all kinds of delicious things from the bakery across the street from your apartment.

It reminded him of home, he would tell you as he kissed your forehead before going back to work.

The only thing that was starting to bother you about his prolonged absence was that you were starting to feel rather pent up with, well- sexual frustration. You and Law barely had sex anymore except for on rare occasions when he came home in desperate need of attention, and though you daren’t tell him, there were times in which you yearned  for his touch.

In fact, the longer you went without seeing him, the more your frustration worsened. Throughout the day you were plagued with erotic, if not carnal fantasies, flowing through your mind at rapid intervals, going as far as distracting you from your work. Hands and toys could only do so much, you thought to yourself- the fact of the matter was- you needed him.

And it was precisely of that that you were thinking when the front door swung open at an unexpectedly early 8:47 PM.

“Law?”

A tired sigh answered your question as your boyfriend trudged into the hallway still dressed in his doctor’s uniform, dark circles lining his eyes.

“What are you doing home so early?” you continued, helping him out of his coat and setting his briefcase on the table.

“They gave me a couple of days off,” Law murmured, as he pulled off his shoes. “I’ve got a cold so they wanted me to rest up for a bit.” 

“You aren’t working for the next couple of days?” you asked in disbelief, as your heart soared at the prospect of getting to finally spend time with him.

Law simply nodded in affirmation as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and kissed you affectionately.

Suddenly overcome with a feeling of mischief, you pulled away and cupped his cheeks with your hands.

“How about you let me take care of you tonight, doctor,” you said, a hint of playfulness coating your voice. 

Law raised an intrigued eyebrow as you slinked your arms around his neck, pressing a kiss to his collarbone, prompting him to let his head fall back with a contented hum.

“God, I missed this,” he muttered under his breath, as you continued to suck and kiss at his neck, “I missed you.”

Pulling his lips against yours, you led him to the bedroom, feeling a mixture of urgency and lust as you stripped him of his shirt, running your hands across his bare toned chest. Leaning into you, Law kissed you with an undeniable need that you had rarely felt emanating from him.

“Do you trust me?” you whispered as you undid his belt with care and slipped off his pants.

“Depends,” he answered, eyes glazed over with lust, “what did you have in mind?”

Kissing him once more, you brought his hands behind him and fastened them tightly with the belt.

“Intensive care,” you responded simply, nipping affectionately at his earlobe as Law hummed in approval.

“Really?” His voice was soft and sensual, arousing you to your core. “How bad is it?”

“You tell me, doctor.”

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My thoughts are running in circles.

Always taking me to the same place.

I have no reason to stay.

I have no courage to just end this.

I wish a little prayer could cure this.

I wish my faith could give me a reason to stay.

I wish a person could be my reason to stay.

But this is not the case.

TANGELO

—nsfw + f! reader + (dumb puppy) shoto todoroki + oral sex + panty play + m. sub

your puppy needs you.

2.0k words | written for the hybrids collab | hosted by @ultimate-astridwriting

shoto todoroki loathes his muzzle.

he hates the metal bit, hates the way it tastes on his tongue, like sweat and iron, and nothing like you, and the leather straps that err a little too close to tight, pressing into his skin and sticking to his cheeks and chin.

it’s repulsive and unbecoming - he knows he’s too good to wear it.

flexing his jaw, he stares at you, knelt on the floor beside your desk, and huffs breathily, crouching on his haunches. 

it earns him a glance, so he does it again - this time, he makes a show of flopping onto his backside, peering up at your face with a low-pitched whine.

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The one’s who can fly, should fly. There’s no need to be confined to the ground.

Tatsuma had a growth spurt and, uh, Shinsuke saw potential 👀

Tatsuke, more known as TakaSaka, is one of my favorite ships in Gintama, it’s such a shame there’s so little content when it comes to this ship 🥺💔

Stardew Bachelor Headcanons!

these just popped in my head while I was playing the game- and I love them

Elliot

probably kins applejacks brother

smells like a new book page (no joke)

loooooooves styling his long hair

acts like a gentleman to people he loves but he acts like a bitch on cocaine when hes alone

probably had an obey me! phase

loves having someone play with his hair

embodiment of "m'lady"

Sam

listens to avril lavigne for inspiration

skater boy

his favorite movie is the smurfs

smells like bubblegum and dirt

loooooves dragon ball(no wonder)

favorite anime is one punch man

dressed up as naruto once when he was little

forces Vincent to watch one punch man with him and rant about it

misses his dad

wishes he was around more

Harvey

always gets sick

neat freak

smells like windex(wow)

has panic attacks often

likes to doodle on his fingers

deserves so much love

sam forced him to dress up as jesus once with a wig

he needs therapy now

help

hums while filling out a patient's chart

honestly really sweet

is a gentleman

100% is gay as shit

loves dogs

Sebastian

loves mcr, green day, avril, imagine dragons, you name it

had a Harry Potter phase

smells like markers and pens

loves drawing his character

goes by he/they/mage

honestly I'm scared

trans icon

insecure

originally had ginger hair

also has freckles(he hides them)

has a lot of earrings

wants to gets a septum

has a frog hoodie

Shane

jas used to be his therapist

talks to chickens because he feels like only they understand him

smells like vanilla(wow)

let's jas do his nails while he talks to her

jas acts like those Jersey salon ladies with him

always has a horror movie night with jas on saturdays

blames himself for jas' parent's death

has panic attacks sometimes

judges people together with jas

best person to flip off someone

taught jas a lot of things

deserves the world

we love you shane

Alex

insecure

smells like sweat and cologne

honestly a sweetheart

talks to evelyn a lot

vents to george(he actually cares)

stromk

can snap in 2 seconds if you insult his mom

amazing ranter

has a bit of anger issues

overall amazing

I smell I bi-bitch

ding ding ding its him

will be super kind to his s/o and tries not to get angry

and those are my headcanons

What I Think of You Based on The Bachelor You Married:

- this is just for fun! don’t take anything personally :) enjoy! -

Alex: Unashamed to say you have a himbo type. You most likely picked Alex because either A. You think he’s hot or B. You find him kind despite how cocky he was when you first met him. You also probably wish that you could move Rusty to the farm once you marry Alex.

Elliott: You probably write poetry yourself or you read ALL of the time. You probably married him because of his kind nature and how romantic he is. I would assume your love language is words of affirmation. And of course: you LOVE his hair.

Harvey: You most likely relate to his anxiety and his softness. You like guys with dilf energy and glasses. You like that he makes meals for you and constantly cares about your health and well being. You’re also probably into taller men as well, I personally imagine Harvey to be like 6’3” lol.

Sam: Definitely into the whole “golden retriever guy” thing, you like his positive energy and goofy ness. If you draw Sam, I guarantee you try to give him a different hairstyle LOL. You probably have a passion for music and feel comfortable around him.

Sebastian: Mysterious emo boy energy. You probably love either board games/ video games and would rather stay home and enjoy reading a book than going to see a ton of people. You also have an obsession with frogs.

Shane: You relate to Shane either a bit or a lot, no in between. You probably married him because you love seeing someone who was in a dark place finally get better. You also love enemies to lovers stories and have major dilf energy.

Convenient

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: FLUFF, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Following a long walk in the rain, Y/N is forced to borrow an attire from her boyfriend - more specifically, a hoodie of his -in order to avoid a cold. Little does she know that he’s been dying to see her wearing his clothes for the longest time. Imagine how flustered and happy he gets at the sight!

Requested by Anon. Hi lovely! Thank you so much for this ADORABLE request! I’m so sorry it has taken me so long to write and post it but I hope you enjoy it nevertheless if you’ve stuck around long enough to read it! Love, Vy ❤

“I’m basically one with my clothes out here! But don’t worry, take your time opening the door! I don’t mind or anything!“ This very yell comes about a second after my doorbell gets violated, ringing loudly and startling me out of my focused editing state. After almost a whole day of procrastination, I really didn’t need nor look forward to any distractions. Yet here’s one, standing and yelling outside my front door and I’m more than happy she’s here. See, I don’t want distractions as long as they’re not Y/N. She’s the only one who gets a pass - an all-access pass at that. That basically translates to: whatever I’m doing I’m willing to drop it for her. Or, to put it into modern terminology, I’m a simp. Damn, that’s such a ridiculous term.

“Cool it, I can only walk so quickly!“ The strides I make in effort of reaching the front door are long but slow and exaggerated, almost like a cartoon character, just so I could prolong Y/N’s agony of waiting. We call it Petty Olympics, our ‘Sorry-Not-Sorry‘ way of poking fun at each other and testing each other’s patience. All in good fun, allow me to specify that yet again.

At least it’s all in good fun until I see Y/N standing there, at my doorstep, soaked from head to toe. That’s when I feel guilt for taking so long to open the damn door - despite it being only like five seconds extra upmost - because, as it turns out, she really appears to be one with her clothes at the moment.

“Wow, you really did take your time, didn’t you?“ She shoves a wet plastic bag in my hands, a warmth and delicious smell emanating from it.

“Would’ve been faster had I known you were in such a shitty state.“ I can’t help but chuckle at the mess she looks right now - clothes stuck to her body, hair soaked and dripping on her shoulders and framing her face in what would be an unattractive way had I not been talking about Y/N. There’s never anything unattractive about her. Call me biased all you want, there just isn’t. I’m factually correct, don’t argue with me.

“First you take an eternity to open the door then you have the audacity to laugh at me, you’re really asking me to take that food and leave, aren’t you?“ She narrows her eyes at me, defying her own statement by pushing past me and walking into my apartment like she owns it. To be fair, she has partial ownership, that’s something we’ve agreed on by now.

“You really want to walk in the rain again?“ I tempt my luck by poking a stick at her like that but I believe it’ll be worth it.

She whirls around to glare at me, but it’s a soft glare. The type that’s hiding fits and fits of laughter behind it. “I could always call an Uber.” She barks back, lifting her chin cockily.

I can’t help but smirk at her over-exaggerated, “Babe, you and I both know how you’d never step foot in an Uber. Not after all those horror stories.”

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one of the reasons those ‘fanfiction isn’t on the same level as REAL books’ posts are so dumb specifically is where we see this conversation play out. someone says ‘fanfiction isn’t REAL literature’, someone disagrees with them or tries to present examples of ‘real’ books being transformative to some degree, and then the op replies with ‘i don’t know how to tell you this but your 40k word omegaverse destiel coffee shop fanfiction isn’t the same as dante’s inferno’ like what a brilliant take. what a genius take. what a genius thing to say that’s very motivated by intellectual honesty. incredible