Do My Mutuals Want To Go For A Walk

@nectardaddy

guys night

All my fan works are deeply niche and incredibly self indulgent.

I am serving myself. I am throwing an exotic and strange banquet. I am not expecting any guests but you are more than welcome to attend.

me and my husband osamu

i think osamu is the type of husband who has a series on tiktok titled “cooking for my spouse so they don’t divorce me” and i think that’s beautiful

BLUE LOCK LEAKS HEHEHE

why did i just get krissed…TOKE WHAT THE FUCK😭😭😭

guys i have never nor will i ever play LADS but captain caleb edit popped up on my fyp (lmk if anyone wants the link to that) and stuff abt him keeps showing up, also sylus so i dunno.

ILLECEBROUS ⋆ Nagi Seishiro

(adj.) alluring, attractive, enticing, suggestive

NAGI still struggles to wrap his head around the concept of living; so much so, that he still wonders why we think its necessary to feed ourselves. Maybe not in the way that food keeps us alive — but when the sapid taste of cherry still lingers, sincerely from your lips to his? What else could he possibly be hungry for? Esuriently chasing the taste of that cherry lip oil, sitting on your lips so seductively — so delicately, like something sweet he was never meant to have, but keeps starving for anyway.

“It’s gone… put more.” He suddenly pulls away from your face with eagerness — eyes locked on yours like they held the answer to something he couldn’t name. “Huh?” you raised a brow, confused by the sudden loss of contact. “More what?” you answered; one hand still holding his jaw while your thumb hovered tenderly over his cheek and the other placed neatly on his shoulder. The tension lingers. A frisson trailing down your spine every time your gaze flickered from one of his eyes to the other. “The red thing.” His voice was low and almost breathless; like he’s asking for more than just lip oil. Like he’s asking for another taste of living. “The stuff. You know, the cherry…”

You can’t help but laugh, finding it almost endearing how lost he looks. “You’re not meant to eat it you know.” you tease — amused. “If you keep licking it off you’ll probably get sick.” He barely registers your words, already leaning in closer. Desperation clear as day, and not a single thought behind those eyes. “Don’t care. Want more.” He pauses, his voice barely above a whisper. “It tastes… good.” You giggle and shaking your head, how could you not to find him too cute. He’s completely fixated on the lip oil now. “You’re addicted huh?” You can’t help but laugh a little. “I’m not addicted…” He says, tone seriously. As if he was trying to convince himself more than you. He leans forward — mouth slightly agape. Giving you the cutest most impatient stare.

You roll your eyes but the soft smile tugging at your lips betrays you. “Only once though okay? Dior lip oil is too expensive to be licking off every second. Even if it’s you.” He tilts his head, as if to process what you’ve said. “Dior…? Mmm. Worth it.” You can’t help but laugh again, while reaching out for the little bottle on your bed side table. “see look” you say, unscrewing the cap, the scent of cherry filling the air as you dab a little more on your lips.

He watches with rapt attention, and then without missing a beat, he leans in the moment you finish. He presses his lips to yours — slow and deliberate, as if he’s savoring every single second of it. The kiss is languid, but it carries that same sense of urgency from before, like he’s trying to capture the last bit of the sweetness before it’s gone. His mouth moves against yours with almost a reverence. Like he’s trying to hold onto the taste for as long as he can.

And when you finally pull back, he stays close. His lips barely apart and his eyes were still closed in that blissed out way. “Mmm… better than food” he murmurs.“An I gonna have to put lip oil in your food now?” You tease. His eyes flicker open, still half-lidded and a dazed expression. “Maybe.” He shrugs lazily — as if it’s the most reasonable suggestion in the world. “Wouldn’t mind.” You shake your head, laughing at how ridiculous he is. And he looks at you with that same almost lazy affection. His gaze says everything; he could live on this moment forever if you let him.

SIA HERE ! : was so close to naming this ‘dior dior, flex!’ but i didn’t let the intrusive thoughts win </3 okay goodnight guys before liv shoots me in the face 57 times 😊 (its nearing 6am im so sane im so sane im so sane im so sane im so sane im so sane)

@dearru

“kiss me.”

those two words are already enough to make iwaizumi’s poor, alcohol-muddled brain come to a screeching halt. he gapes at you, unsure if he’s heard you correctly.

“iwaizumi,” you say, “i know this is sudden and weird and strange, but i need you to kiss me, like, right now.”

he blinks at you, hard. “you’re drunk,” he states, though his own words are slightly slurred.

“i am,” you confirm, nodding. “but that’s not the point.”

he squints, trying to piece together whatever mess you’ve roped him into this time. the party is still raging behind you, music thumping through the walls, but here in the dimly lit hallway, it’s just you—flushed and desperate, fingers curled into the fabric of his sleeve.

“what exactly is the point, then?” he asks warily.

you glance over your shoulder, then back at him, urgency clear in your expression. “that guy over there won’t leave me alone.”

iwaizumi frowns instantly, body tensing. “who?” 

“not important. what’s important is that you kiss me so he gets the message.”

his stomach does a weird flip, and he can’t tell if it’s the alcohol or the fact that you’re looking at him like you’re actually considering—like it’s not just some convenient excuse.

“c’mon, iwa.” your voice drops into something softer, almost teasing, but still urgent. “it’s not like you haven’t thought about it.”

his brain short-circuits for the second time tonight.

before he can respond, you’re tugging at his shirt, and suddenly, your lips are on his—warm, and tasting faintly of whatever cheap cocktail you’ve been nursing all night.

iwaizumi stiffens at first, hands hovering uncertainly in the air, brain scrambling to catch up. he’s drunk, sure, but not drunk enough to miss the fact that this is you—his best friend barring oikawa, the person he’s known for years, the one person who shouldn’t be kissing him like this.

but you are.

and worse? he’s kissing you back.

your fingers twist into the front of his shirt, tugging him closer, and a little noise escapes the back of his throat before he can stop it. his hands finally move, one settling hesitantly at your waist while the other cups the side of your face, his thumb brushing over your cheekbone. you smell like your shampoo, the same scent he’s gotten whiffs of on his hoodies after you’ve stolen them, and everything is too much.

he pulls back slightly, breathing hard. “you—” his voice cracks, so he swallows and tries again. “you sure that guy’s even looking?”

you blink up at him, dazed. “huh?” 

“i mean, if you were just trying to make a point—”

“oh. oh!” you glance over your shoulder, looking a little lost, then turn back to him with a sheepish grin. “yeah. i forgot about that.”

he lets out a rough, incredulous laugh. “you forgot?”

you nod, still gripping his shirt. your thumb brushes against the skin at his collarbone, and his stomach flips again.

“wow,” you say, quieter. “you kiss really well.”

iwaizumi lets loose a breath, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment. his heart is pounding, and he doesn’t know what to do with his hands anymore—if he should step away and put distance between you, or if he should just pull you back in, consequences be damned.

you must notice the hesitation because you’re much closer, now, tipping your chin up and whispering, “we can stop if you want.”

it doesn’t feel like you want to stop. and god help him, he doesn’t want to stop either.

his fingers tighten at your waist. “you’re gonna regret this in the morning.”

you smile, all soft and lazy. “guess we’ll find out.”

#3. a breathy demand, “kiss me”, and what the other person does in response.

✘ RED THREAD OF FATE ; kirishima eijirou. “i can’t believe i found you again.” / “i knew you would.”

synopsis : people get divorced and ten-year-old best friends move away, abruptly severing all contact. oh, and some people are brought back together by pure, absolute fate. content : no quirks + band AU. profanity. alcohol + drug mention and consumption. 20-yr-old! reader/kirishima. lgbtq+ characters. past substance abuse.

taglist is open - please fill out this form. smau/traditional. specific cw added at the beginning of each chapter. no update schedule. punk kiri, denki, bakugou, mina, dabi, shigaraki, etc.

❪ TRACKLIST ❫

romance ・ 2025 ・ ۝ earier

● 1 Ribs ; prologue by Lorde.

● 2 Tba

● 3 Tba

R!ot Rev!val

kirishima eijirou, lead vocals ; bakugou katsuki, drums ; sero hanta, bass ; mina ashido, keyboard ; denki kaminari, electric guitar.

think: greenday, p!atd in its prime, fall out boy, the all-american rejects, as it is, set it off, fall in reverse, get scared, we the kings, yellowcard.

“The Girls”

y/n l/n, kits and kaboots / uni student ; toga himiko, kits and kaboots ; touya “dabi” todoroki, bartender ; shigaraki tomura, bartender.

think: forcing the boys into face care nights, shared cigarettes on the balcony, loudly singing in crowded cars, platonic cuddling, constant eye rolling.

ty for the tag nensi this was funny

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