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helaelaemond · 6 months

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Billy Washington NSFW Alphabet

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Billy x reader masterlist

Written with established girlfriend/partner reader in mind.

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

soft and tender. He doesn't rush to clean up, and would rather spend the immediate moments after with you in his arms, stroking your cheek, your back, and offering whatever affection you can welcome.

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

he knows how much you love his hands and he learns to take care of them for your sake - hand cream in the winter and when he remembers, letting you cut his cuticles. He also likes when he gets the 'v' across his hips and lower stomach. He loves your breasts, and will utterly worship them for hours if he can.

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

Billy both hates and loves seeing his come on you. On the one hand, he doesn't like 'degrading' you - he's watched enough porn to know that it can be a dirty and degrading thing, and he thinks you're above it. But on the other hand... you ARE his. You belong to him, or at least that's how he feels deep, deep down.

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

when he was lonely, he spent money on personalised camgirl experiences. There's nothing shameful about paying for sexual experiences, but because it was rooted in a lot of his shame and isolation, he would never, ever admit to it. It's his 'dirty' secret.

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

he has experience in both long-term relationships, and short-term arrangements. He's average in bed, nothing amazing in general, but when he's in love with his partner, the depths of his devotion can make sex incredible.

F = Favourite position (this goes without saying)

missionary on the sofa where he can balance himself with one foot on the floor, one knee on the cushion.

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

depends on the situation, and who he's with! When he's with someone he loves, he can really let go and not focus too intensely on what's happening, and so he can laugh more easily. But a lot of the time he puts pressure on himself to 'perform' well - when he's in that mindset, laughter can make him feel laughed at, rather than with. That can make him pretty serious.

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

in his flop era, he's unkempt, on the dirtier side of unkempt. When he's in a stable and healthy relationship, he's always clean. He grooms a bit - trims rather than shaves between his legs. The smattering of hair on his chest is left as is for the most part, but he will occasionally wax. He's not hairy on his back.

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

with a partner he loves, he is very romantic in the moment - he's all soft touches, long looks, devoted kisses. Your comfort and pleasure is paramount to him, and even if he's fucking you within an inch of your life, he still tells you how much he loves you, how good you are for him. If it's slow and steady, he'll stroke your hair and kiss your temple and smile so sweetly at you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

if he's in a relationship, he jacks off to clear the pipes, as it were. He usually likes to orgasm once every two days or so, but this can vary depending on what anti-depressants he's on. He no longer uses porn to jack off, and you've sent him enough voice notes, videos, photos, for him to find completion with just a few tugs.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

daddy kink. This was discovered by accident after he leaned into a soft!dom role. One thing led to another in the moment, and the 'D' word slipped out. He realised that it filled him with pride, because for the first time, he really felt in control, and like he had someone to take care of and make feel good. It's a secret thing that he doesn't share with anyone unless he's in a committed relationship with them.

L = Location (favourite places to fuck)

nothing beats the comfort of home. The sofa is his all time favourite place - not only because it allows for a great number of positions, but because when company comes over, he can look over at it and think of how he had you mewling there an hour ago.

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

Billy is a young man - a gust of wind can get him going. But aside from the obvious (a lingering glance that lasts too long, holding his hand a little too tight, touching his chest innocently, and so on and so forth), being hugged from behind. Feeling you press your body against his from behind, your breasts against his back, your hands on his stomach or chest, makes him feel really good. Being reassured and praised outside of a sexual context also turns him on, because it creates a safe space for him where he feels valued. Feeling safe makes him horny as hell around you.

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

Hardcore BDSM and related activities. More taboo sexual acts don't interest him.

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

Billy Washington is a pussy eating champ. He is a total whore for pussy - he gets on his knees and it's the only thing on his mind. He worships it, devotes himself to it, gets drunk on it. He can come from eating pussy alone, it turns him on so fucking much. If he could only participate in one sexual act for the rest of his life, it would be performing oral. And like a true artist, he's always perfecting his craft.

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

it varies, but he's more likely to be on the slower and more sensual side with someone he loves - you've got all the time in the world, why rush?

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

they're alright, but he'd rather wait hours for a time when you can take your time and enjoy it, rather than rush it. He'd be more up for a mutual handjob to relieve the tension, rather than oral or penetrative sex where he'd prefer to take his time.

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

he's less likely to take risks than his partner. He likes to play it safe in terms of location, but if he does take a risk (for example, with a new position) he's more likely to just give it a go rather than talk about it beforehand (because he's usually too embarrassed to find the words). Usually, whatever you want to try, he'll go along with it!

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

put a cock ring on him, and Billy will last as long as you want him to, even if it makes him red and sore and weeping. In the beginning of his sex life, like many young people, his stamina was minimal. However, as he gets older, and gets properly medicated, his stamina improves. Sometimes the medication means he lasts too long, but that's okay!

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

yes - he has a fleshlight, and for you, he's invested in grinders. He loves to strap one to his thigh and help you grind to orgasm on it. He's also up for small butt plugs, cock rings (vibrating or otherwise), magic wands. Nothing kinky, really, but toys that can enhance your play together.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

only a little - he can't deny you anything, really, so if you beg and plead, he's powerless

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

with someone he loves, he can be vocal, especially if he's reassured that his sounds are welcome. The more he's encouraged, the more free he is. Whimpers, soft begs, loud moans, throaty cries - he will let you hear it all, if you'll make him feel safe to do so.

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

like most British men, he's uncircumcised. He loves his foreskin being teased.

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

tall and lanky, and he can get definition with minimal effort in the gym. Well hung even when soft, but not well-endowed enough to cause pain.

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

moderate - he's happy to have sex no more than 2-3 times a week, although if you wanted it every day he would definitely be able to keep up. That being said, he is perfectly happy to sort himself out. He'd prefer to cuddle with you in bed every night without you feeling any kind of pressure to engage in acts you're not in the mood for - and he makes sure you know this, too.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

with someone he loves, he'll fall asleep pretty quick - he feels safe. He wishes he could stay awake longer just to enjoy your company and watch your lovely face, but sometimes the relaxation is just too great, and it's sleep time!

#billy washington #billy washington x reader #billy drabble #ewanverse #ewan nation #billy washington x you #i love him ur honour #mine

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tired-biscuit · 1 year

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Imagine giving General Kiba a handjob during an important meeting- 👀👀

18+ fem!reader / cw: mentions of alcohol and risk of getting caught. royalty AU. there's tension between kiba and shino in this one!!

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mead tastes better than you thought it would.

absent-mindedly staring at the dancing flames of the fireplace that's situated right across the great table you currently sit at, you consume the honeyed drink from your glass in small sips.

fine ladies such as yourself usually don't drink alcohol in order to obtain their graceful poise and elegant speech, you know this, however ever since your father had married - sold - you off to a war general instead of a duke, or at least a nobleman who'd know how to dance and use his utensils properly, you've since abandoned that particular idea.

so you sit there; in your 'i carry my own knife strapped to my belt like some heathen, instead of using normal silverware' husband's study. the study, which he lets you in only as of late, and which you've just realized looks absolutely divine, even if its visual does come off a tad bit blurry around the edges of your sight whenever you blink.

readjusting in your chair, you drag your gaze from one end to the other. the walls are decorated with tasteful art which he definitely did not pick or hang. the furniture, made out of wood that you suspect is surely walnut, pleasantly compliments the suave style of the entire space. incense burns in one corner, smelling prominently of sandalwood. it fills your lungs with warm hints of amber and worn leather.

it's all very male, the atmosphere, and as the minutes pass, the heaviness of it turns you somewhat dozy. truth be told, you could fall asleep right then and there, with your cheek laying flat against the table, dreams riddling your thoughts in no time. especially when you'd have thickly sweet mead warming your veins throughout the entire night, and you'd already managed to slip off your shoes just a moment prior.

wiggling your toes deeper into the carpet, you let out an appreciative sigh at how the rich material brushing against your bare soles feels astoundingly more intense than usual. being tipsy is great, you discover, and the carpet is thick and in the colour of a deep maroon red; its purpose only meant to add further to the already overly-sophisticated ambience of the room that doesn't suit the wildish personality of the general at all. you suppose that it's because he hasn't been using the study for long enough yet, but who knows?

still, you don't pay much mind to the thought as the feverish shade plays with your drunken brain the moment you dip your chin down to inspect it more closely. toes tightly curling, it's like your feet are touching molten steel from how warm and soft they've suddenly gotten, and it doesn't take you long to realize that you have no way of cooling them down.

the heat sits not on your skin; it instead brings your blood to a simmer.

your husband doesn't address the weight of your foot when you rest it on top of his boot underneath the table. with his nose nearly buried in copious stacks of maps and documents all representing your thriving nation that's ruled by the iron fist of your father, kiba has been ignoring you completely for the last three hours or so in order to strategize and prepare for his next campaign.

the war is over, he's won it - that is why you're here, after all - and yet he still works and plans ahead of time to foresee the next challenge that could possibly be thrown his way. it's a trait you catch yourself feeling slightly surprised by, perhaps even fond over; one that you wouldn't necessarily appoint to a careless brute like him.

he's all different kinds of clever than what you're normally used to, you realize. when he focuses, it's rather on anticipating attacks and finding ways to efficiently counter their assisting blows, than on poetry and music and the arts and just plain literature.

you've never seen him read a book, even if there are plenty in the library downstairs and inside this study alone. much less encountered him drawing something other than charts to place his platoons and battalions of soldiers on, and the childish-looking rabbits he sometimes scribbles for you to make you smile. philosophy is almost surely a foreign term to him, all he cares about is the bite of the fight.

so perhaps that, along with all the scheming and planning he does with his stoic advisor now, proves to be the reason as to why he hadn't fussed at all and had merely brushed you off with a quick wave of his hand when you'd whispered to him that you intend to pour yourself a drink. and a second. and later, a third.

either that, or he's slowly getting used to you actually having a mind of your own, and is letting you do whatever you please with it just so that you'd let him do his job in return.

but alas, your mind is bored. terribly so.

and standing next to your chair, with his arms spread out firmly on the table and his broad shoulders slumped, he looks mighty appealing as well.

applying further pressure to his boot, you watch as the bridge of his nose scrunches slightly at the contact. he doesn't say or do anything besides knitting his brows together, but by the time you repeat the action for a second time, way more persistently at that, he finally lifts his gaze from the group of small figurines he's been obsessively rearranging all across the map, and turns to look at you instead.

the moment your husband's attention moves onto you, his military advisor clamps his mouth shut; finally ceasing his seemingly-endless assessment of the area they've chosen to put the phantom-soldiers on, and that you've been forced to listen to for the last aeon or so.

well, not exactly forced, per se. you're in here by your own decision; because you've nagged kiba about wanting to see what his line of work looks like.

so whilst you're still trying to get used to the sudden silence to fall upon the room, you give a fleeting glance to the soldier that stands across from you, now. he's tall, fair-skinned and lean. handsome but guarded, as far as you can tell, since he doesn't even look at you, much less acknowledges your presence despite that you're of noble blood.

privilege doesn't seem to matter to military men. to him, you're just another woman amongst many. a mere breeding mare, as disgusting as that sounds.

your husband used to be just like that.

"yes, princess?" the man in question asks, putting your train of thought to an abrupt halt. when you whip your head to the side so that you can look up at him, you're able to tell that he's tired almost straight away. you can hear it in the prominent drawl of his voice and see it in his eyes. he's fed-up even if he loves to work, and it makes your brow furrow with concern.

"i-i... uhm," your tongue stumbles and you fall silent for a moment as heat steadily begins to creep up your neck. if it's because of the alcohol or the sudden racing that the sugary pet name invokes in your heart, you do not know. still, you swallow hard and calm your pulse down just enough to say, "i'm sorry, i just wanted to suggest if we'd call it a night...? you seem tired and it's getting quite late anyway, and-"

your voice fades into nothing for a second time around when he chooses to move. he's slow but everlastingly robust as he sighs and plops down onto the chair that's right on your left. his body slumps against the finely-carved details in the backrest and you try to pretend that you don't notice the visible cord that pushes against his neck when he moves to stretch it from side to side. try to play ignorant at how he spreads his legs underneath the edge of the table and sits as if he comandeers the entire room.

it's probably because he does.

he rubs at his eye now, all sleepy and laggard, and uses the other one to look at you. "let me just figure out if the terrain we chose is passable, and then i promise you that we'll head straight to bed." he blinks, then. fights back a yawn because he hasn't been sleeping well for nearly a week straight. "does that sound all right?"

a blush sears your face at his words, its warmth making your cheeks feel like they're tingling as you turn away and indulge in your sudden bashfulness. he might be a smooth talker or maybe you're just drunk, but goddammit; the fact that he's actually willing to put in the effort to settle on an agreement almost regularly now, lights your entire body on fire.

you're changing him for the better day by day and your lips keep tugging upward at the corners because of it, especially when you say, "yes, that's fine by me."

"good," he mumbles, taking note of the beam before he turns his attention back towards his aloof-looking subordinate. "now, where were we, shino?"

shino, as you've just learned is the advisor's name, quirks a dark, inquisitive brow at the exchange he's just witnessed. the man before you doesn't remember his general ever acting this considerate around anyone, much less a woman.

it makes his eyes dance between you as he clears his throat. "if i may suggest," his gaze goes back and forth again, "that if the lady wishes to retire for the evening, she should be free to do so? we've still got a lot of material to go through, and disturbances like these aren't of any help when it comes to making a decision, i'm sure."

disturbances.

your heart drops right down to the pit of your stomach. the fact that the word affects you is hard to hide; embarrassment makes your face burn once more, because now you've got your husband's thigh firmly pressing against the side of yours underneath the table. his knee bounces in a quick rhythm that doesn't help calming you down, but one bump to your leg reminds you to keep your spine ramrod straight and your chin held high.

when you look at him from the corner of your eye, there's a small smile playing on his lips. and yet, his voice sounds like it's being grit out through clenched teeth as he says, "i don't know what kind of wife you've got back at home, but mine sure isn't a disturbance; as you've so kindly put it."

"i understand that, sir," shino says, his voice remaining perfectly flat, "but she-"

"the lady suggested that we should perhaps put a halt on this thing, because she can tell that i'm fed up and fucking tired," the other man cuts in, pinching the bridge of his nose with his scarred fingers. "and as far as i can tell, that's not a disturbance; it's rather affection coming from a caring spouse. besides, she has a point. what fruitful decision had ever been made by an exhausted general?"

the advisor's eyes narrow as your own shoot wide open. your heart insists on fluttering back up towards its rightful place, even as shino says, "i don't seem to recall you ever being this careful during the planning of a campaign before... usually you're more than eager to run headfirst into battle and i have to be the one stopping you."

"well, i've got more important things to consider and worry about now. much larger things are at stake," the general replies, brushing him off with a simple gesture of his hand. "now, go fetch me that book you were talking about earlier; i think i saw it in the bookcase over there by the window. after we skim it, we can call it a night so that we're all happy."

he makes it sound like an order, not a request. and sure enough, his advisor is still a soldier, so he quietly obeys as he pushes away from the table and turns his back towards you both whilst heading towards the bookcase at the other side of the room. you don't miss the subtle albeit frustrated tick in his jaw as he does so. it makes you muse.

meanwhile, kiba uses the chance to press a hasty kiss to your still-warm cheek. the sudden affection nearly makes you audibly gasp, but you're fast to stifle it down even if the mead in your belly tells you not to.

instead, you place your hand on his thigh and don't dare look into his big brown eyes as you mutter a meek, "i'm sorry."

"eh? what on earth are you sorry for, princess? you were just looking out for me, were you not?" he rasps, his voice no longer sharp, but playful. "besides, shino should be the one apologizing for acting like a stuck-up cunt towards my goddamn wife."

"oh, you can't just-" a small giggle bubbles up your throat at his blatant cursing. you're quick to cover your mouth with your other palm, but a fraction of it still manages to slip out. he can't deny it anymore; the sound jumpstarts kiba's very heart.

he doesn't tell you this, but he's growing more fond of you with each passing day. you bring sunshine and warmth into his existence by merely existing yourself. slowly figuring out a functioning dynamic that works well between you, sharing a bed and sometimes a bath, having someone to talk to late at night, receiving little signs of affection; it all makes him feel like life is worth living. like he's worth living for.

so it's no wonder why his hand cups your chin and he whispers, "so... could i perhaps get a little kiss? as a reward for being such a good husband?"

you're clearly flustered, because now you're looking at him from underneath your lashes as you mumble, "now?"

"mhmm," he purrs, draping his free arm over the backrest of your chair. "right now."

"but what if your advisor-"

"you know that book i mentioned earlier?" he interrupts, leaning in even closer. he smells like a forest; deep and rich, earthy. it titillates your senses.

"mm," is all you offer in answer. god, you're so drunk that the heat between your legs is pulsating in his presence. it's becoming almost unbearable, you feel like a whore despite that he's your husband.

he glances towards the other man in the room, whose back is still turned towards you as he keeps searching the bookshelves. "...well, i might have forgotten to mention that it's up in my bedroom because i'd been reading it just last night."

you blink, clearly surprised. "you read?"

"only when i have to." he glances across the room again before he licks his lips and says, "but the point i'm trying to make is that he's gonna be searching for it for a long while, so i think it's safe to say that a kiss would go entirely unnoticed."

you sigh at this, but succumb rather quickly. it might be because of the alcohol that's still coursing your system or because of his coaxing and urging, but by the time your lips press against his own softly, aiming for a simple peck, he's quick to immediately turn it into something deeper.

he just likes you so much. and can you blame him that he wants a little bit of loving from the person he admires, after the tough, absolutely draining week he's had? he's just so needy.

and he's also a messy kisser. your whimper is silenced when he pushes his tongue inside your mouth and licks your teeth with the swift arrogance of an assured male. he angles your head by pressing his thumb underneath your chin and sucks on your bottom lip until it starts to feel awfully tender and bruised. you can feel the slight grazing of his unnaturally sharp incisor every once in a while as he continues to taste you. it's enough to drive a woman completely mad.

especially because you can feel him hardening just underneath your palm, now. it seems that your treacherous hand had decided to act upon its own selfish desires whilst you were too busy handling his tongue in your mouth, and had inched higher up his leg until it'd finally settled on the now-prominent bulge that resides in his pants.

by the time you pull apart for air, his cock is already pushing against the buttons and there's a string of saliva connecting your panting mouths. his cheeks are flushed, brown eyes glazed as he releases his hold on your chin and swipes his thumb across your lip to get rid of the spit there.

"we shouldn't-" you start, but he silences you by wedging his thumb between your plush lips and pushing it into your mouth, right to the knuckle. you can see his pupils dilate when your first instinct is to suck on it.

"fuck, you've got such a good-lookin' mouth; but i can't... just..." he mumbles somewhat dazedly now, his voice hoarse in that appealing way that tells you he's horny out of his fucking mind, and so quick, too. he inhales a sharp breath, shaking his head as if he's trying to gather his thoughts before he focuses on you again and rasps, "just stroke it. over my pants."

when you give his advisor a sidelong glance, you're relieved to find out that he's still stubbornly searching for the book in hopes of not disappointing his superior. but unfortunately for you, your husband isn't pleased with you directing your attention on another man at a crucial time like this.

"hey... look at me, princess," he taps his fingers against your cheekbone and presses his thumb onto the flat of your tongue, making you wince in surprise when your throat tightens in answer. "i need you to stroke my cock, all right?"

all you do is grunt in response. the sound comes out muffled.

"it'll just look like we're whispering to each other. you know, as a married couple does from time to time," he inches closer, his way of speaking urgent. "i promise he won't notice a thing."

he's gotten so desperate now that he's even wrapped his hand around your own and started moving it up and down his length. when your grip tightens around his clothed cock, you watch in awe as he bites his lip to suppress a groan.

his arm is still resting on your chair's backrest when he pushes forward again and nearly covers your body from sight with his own. hunching his back, he tries to hide the way his ribcage expands whenever he sucks in breaths that grow deeper by the second. you can feel the film of sweat on his forehead when he rests it against your own.

"sir? i can't seem to find the book," shino starts. your heart nearly gives out at the sound of his voice, it's like lightning flashes throughout your every cell.

"keep lookin', i'm sure it's in there somewhere," kiba bites out immediately. all polite talk has ceased to exist.

"but-"

"that's an order, soldier."

you push his thumb out of your mouth with the help of your tongue to chide, "that doesn't seem really convincing! if he turns around, it'll-"

"look like we're gossiping," kiba persists. you nearly squeak when his fingers dig into your gown and rest on your thigh. "like a married couple; just like i've said."

"h-hey-"

"just keep going," he hisses. his eyes are so dark that it makes you fear they'll swallow you whole, and as if he can sense your growing anxiety, he forces his gaze to soften a bit before he adds, "please. you're doing such a good job and i really want this."

you're scared of getting caught because you're supposed to be representing the image of innocence, but truth be told; you're also impeccably thrilled at the same time. he feels big in your hand; fat and heavy and warm between your fingers even over the layer of fabric. every time you squeeze him over his pants, he twitches and bucks his hips right into your touch just to gain more friction.

"fuck yes, princess." every breath is ragged. "that's it... gonna make me cum so fast."

"shh! keep quiet."

it's kind of sweet, how evidently he needs you. but it's also lewd.

the things this man's libido makes him do is unbelievable. it's only been a couple of days since he's last made love to you, and here he is; with his sanity nearly crumbling down to its pillars whilst teaching you how to give him a not at all subtle, under-the-table handjob even if there's an audience nearby. you can't believe he's willing to risk his rank or fall subject to despicable rumours for just a mere touch of your hand.

either he's absolutely delirious, or he's a fool in love. but nevertheless, by the time shino at long last admits defeat and confesses he's unable to find the book; he's also sated.

and as for you; well, let's just say it's hard not to laugh at the knowledge that your husband's pants are sticky with cum when you excuse yourself from the table and he's stuck in the study, rearranging his little toy soldiers.

#this turned out way more detailed than i anticipated but oh well jdjdjdjdj #i love him ur honour #kiba smut #kiba x reader #naruto smut #biscuit's royalty au #biscuit drabbles

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honeyimissjoo · 9 months

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wonho vs hot milk

#monstaxedits #wonhoedits #wonho #mx7net #kpopedit #i love him ur honour #e.g #e.w #monsta x #mx

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chuuyastinysock · 1 year

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The way he blushes 😳🥺

#i love him ur honour #ikesen #kanetsugu naoe #ikemen sengoku #cybird #ikesen kanetsugu #otome #otome game #dating sim

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tteokdoroki · 2 years

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some bread baker!krishima for these trying times

when kirishima lost his wife, was left with their four year old son who was too little to understand where mommy went— he spent a lot of time sifting through her old family recipe books for things that reminded him of her. cinnamon rolls she baked during the cooler autumns, the warmth of a good steak and ale pie during the heights of a snowy winter. for years, eijirou wasn’t good at first, but he tried, worked hard to improve because he missed her…he didn’t want his son to forget her.

bread baker kirishima who makes a little name for himself and his rosemary baked bread buns that he brings to the fairs at his son’s school, who sells them with pride and a sweet smile to all the adoring mothers without realising that they’re flirting with him. eiji’s son, is more prideful than anything, munching away on his own rolls while telling all the mum’s that his dad loves baking more than he loved anything else (aka my dad’s not available). he’s too smart for a now turned eight year old.

kirishima who sees an opening in a local bakery, who figures he should quit his boring old job and pursue his dreams in honour of his wife, asking his little boy if he would find it cool that his dad worked in a bakery (the answer is yes). he applies, is hired by the world’s grumpiest blonde with a good heart and a sweet, mess of green curls who ended up being the pastry chef and chocolatier respectively.

bread baker kirishima who now spends his warm afternoons restocking all of his freshly baked loaves, twisting them into fun shapes for the kids that come by, spending hours talking to the elderly ladies who asks him about the brands of flour he used for rye and pumpkin seed mixes after they point out the light dusting of white on his knows and all the way up his strong arms. kirishima who’s stationed by the glass window and waves to his son as he walks to the bakery from school with his friends and their parents too— being sure to sneak some of bakugou’s sweet treats to the group when he’s hauled up in the back room.

and finally, bread baker kirishima, who from the first time since his wife passed away— feels his heart skip a beat when you come bounding into the bakery to tell him that his food, his precious loaves that he puts so much heart into have been your comfort, ever since you lost your partner too.

#tteokdoroki #kirishima drabble #kirishima headcanon #bread baker!kirishima #pastry chef!bakugou #i love him ur honour #🗑. aali��s chatroom

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soc1850 · 6 months

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“you’re just being para-! expressing an unhealthy amount of concern.”

#sanders sides #virgil sanders #virgil angst #paranoia #virgil paranoia #paranoia theory #I love him ur honour #anxiety #virgil anxiety #analogical #dark side virgil #fanart #art #Thomas sanders #tss #sasi

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aravenlikeawritingdesk · 1 year

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Chaotic bisexual!!! Chaotic bisexual!!

#i love him ur honour #the sun and the star #will solace #solangelo

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raz-writes-the-thing · 6 months

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L.A without a map is free on Tubi! I couldn't help but be in awe everytime David acts with his natural Scottish accent.

It makes me feel better knowing im not the only one with the DT brainrot and obsession LMFAO

I find it hard to entirely hate the bad guys he plays. He looks attractive while acting bad, and I'm just-- struggling to hate his character 😭😭

i,,, have no idea if Tubi is even available in Aus. I'll look it up after I post this message haha.

You're definitely not! He's captured my heart and soul. He's my rebound crush/brainrot fr.

I actually was not a huge fan of Cale at first but then I read @denaliwrites' Cale fics and was done for. But so far he's the only of DTs bad guys I have not liked. I even like Brendon Block smh.

(I need therapy but DT content is virtually free)

He's so attractive it is... hard to understand haha.

#asked and answered #DTs natural accent is so #oof #im in love #i love him ur honour

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one-way-to-do-it · 7 months

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these spot the difference games are getting hard fr

#george russell #qatar gp 2023 #i love him ur honour

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stevebabey · 2 years

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begging u to do the “do you need a…hand” prompt like actually -spideystevie <3333

OFC GLADLY!!! <3 @spideystevie u know i had to make it goofy as hell so i hope u giggle at least once (0.7k)

halloween prompts

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The leaves turning every shade of orange and brown, the crisp coolness in the air that begged woolly jumpers to be worn and the indescribable creep of Halloween just around the corner; Autumn had well and truly set into Hawkins.

And what's Halloween without a trip to Spirit Halloween?

The 31st just over a week away, you and Steve had set off to find costumes to the annual Halloween Bash that was at George McKay’s house this year — and you were verging on an hour spent between the aisles, both of you goofing off with decorations, thoroughly distracted from your original task.

"I still think you should go as Linda from Fast Times." Steve insists cheekily, following you as you file out one of an aisle. He couldn’t resist pressing every single button on the jack-o'-lantern toys, lined in a perfect row, a chorus of spooky laughs chasing you both out.

"Steve!" You chastise, a laugh tittering out at the row of animatronics that were spinning and flashing orange lights, a sign of Steve's wandering hands causing chaos. "Stop touching everything."

You twist down the next aisle, Steve trailing behind and you continue. "Besides, you just want to see me in a red bikini."

You peek over your shoulder and Steve holds his hands up, not denying it at all. As you return to spying the items on the shelves, his warm hands land on your shoulders, dragging down your arms as Steve leans in closer.

"Yeah," his lips ghosts against your ear, flirtation curling each word, making you shudder delightfully. "Is that so wrong?"

You laugh nervously, shouldering out his grip and hoping the warmth on your face isn’t as obvious as it feels. You spin back to face him, raising your brows with a knowing smile.

“Something tells me if I wore that, we wouldn't make it to the party."

Steve's grin tells you he agrees.

Like any boy, he's quickly distracted once more, hands reaching out to touch on one of the life-sized skeleton mannequins. You tuck your smile behind your hand, giggling into your palm as he outstretches the arm, pretending to shake its hand.

“Why, hello there—“ His dorky tone makes you laugh, but nothing as much as when the arm comes loose; Steve suddenly just holding a bony fake arm by the hand, turning wide eyed. He turns to you, a hint of horror on his face as he realises he's broken it.

"Oh my god," your words are muffled behind your hand, peels of laughter still slipping through. "I told you to stop touching everything, Steve.”

He grabs the arm by the other end, now brandishing a third arm and you can almost see the corny joke forming before he says it.

“Hey—“ He begins, dorky grin back on his lips.

“Don’t say it.”

“Do you need a… hand?”

The joke sits in the air, Steve and his stupid smiley face holding out the skeleton hand to you and goddamn, you can’t help it when your lips twitch.

“That was so dumb.” You say, finally cracking as you huff a laugh with a shake of your head. Steve pretends to be offended, covering his mouth with the plastic skeleton hand and gasping theatrically.

“So mean.” He says, forlorn, then it’s gone as quick as it came; a cheeky grin taking back its usual residence on his face.

You eye him warily as he extends out the hand, shuffling back as you realise he’s reaching for you with it.

“Darling,” he croaks, putting on a terrible scary voice as the hand lands in your hair, a poor attempt at stroking it. You shriek with laughter, ducking to evade the bony hand and Steve continues, losing the scary voice to his laughter. “Just let me hold you.”

You grasp it as he goes for another stroke of your hair, fixing him with the most serious look you can muster as laughter still escapes you. “Steve, stop.”

“Fine.” He drops his arm, grin infectious as he steps closer. “At least give me a kiss?”

His dorkiness is endearing enough that you give in easily, meeting him in the middle, pushing up on your toes and granting a soft kiss on his plush lips. Steve kisses back readily, stealing more than just one from you; he kisses, kisses, kisses til—

“Get the skeleton hand off my ass.” you mumble against his lips, feeling them quirk into a smile; he laughs lightly, breath fanning your face and flings it behind him blindly.

“Yes, ma’am.” He murmurs suavely, both hands now free to reach up and cup your face, already stealing the next kiss off your lips.

#safe to say you and steve do not find costumes that day #HE'S A DORK HE WOULD #he's the type to press the button on every single toy in a toy store #he says something stupid like 'ur a butthead' into one of those mimic toys #and then plays it to another mimic toy and just giggles the whole time #kid in a candy story genuinely #i love him ur honour #baby blurbs; stevie #THANKS BESTIE!!! <3 #ruby writes #ruby writes steve

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