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gay-dorito-dust · 2 years

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Soft Eddie Munson moments cuz I’m soft for him.

This lanky bastard likes cuddles, this has been reiterated constantly but I couldn’t help but agree with the majority on this one. I firmly believe that Eddie enjoys the cuddles where he could lay his head on your chest and indulge himself in your existence, tugging you closer to him based off of the fact that Munson couldn’t get enough of you whilst letting out a sigh of relief that he’d been holding back for awhile.

Though I also feel like you’d have clothes that you could both comfortable get yourselves under without much struggle because Eddie thought it’d be a good idea for you two to bond whist you only went along with it because it meant getting more cuddly affection time out of him. So it was a win/win for everyone included which was only you and Eddie.

He’s not afraid of PDA but I’d like to think that even he has limitations of how much public affection he could take before it became too much. So naturally it became common to find Eddie smothering you with affection before you were forced to part ways for prolonged periods of time that only made you both eagerly await your reunion like the dramatic dumbasses you were. Hugs, forehead touches, kisses, you name it Eddie has smothered you in them but there would be times where Eddie preferred linking pinkies with you as you walked through town together as to not draw attention to yourselves.

He acts like he doesn’t give a shit about what anybody thinks of him when we all know that’s been proven to be a pile of horseshit when it’s blatantly apparent that Eddie infect does care about public opinion, a lot so that you would walk in on him during an moment of insecurity whenever he got emotional. He’d try to hide it from you in fear that your perspective of him would change if he did shed a tear in your presence and that you’d laugh at him but would be prove wrong when you only sat by him.

Allowing yourself to become the shoulder he cries on as he bears his soul out to you about everything he’s let weighed upon his shoulders thus far and it brought s tear to your eyes just hearing the raw and painful emotions he emitted from his throat that you wouldn’t be surprised if you’ve let s tear or two slip past your cheeks. It’s a moment of vulnerability between you two but that’s what ultimately made your bond even stronger then before because to see one’s self in a vulnerable state was something that shouldn’t be taken for granted as humans weren’t known to be the most open with one another due to our complexities. Needless to say it would act as a blessing in disguise for the two of you.

You could read him like a book and admittedly Eddie hated it at first but overtime grew fond of it as it meant that he didn’t have to put on a facade with you and respected you whenever you called his bluff before stating otherwise. You didn’t treat him like everyone and their pretentious parents/relatives/guardians did and he held mad respect for you when you had the guts to defend Eddie from anyone spewing shit behind his back like a coward or saying it to his face whilst getting up close and personal. It made him melt at the fact that he wasn’t the only one protecting himself anymore almost as though you were a team of two instead of a lonely team of one. A dream team if you will. It was exciting.

You’d spend most of your time adventuring together, exploring the woods like little kids would, imagining it to be the enchanted forest of a mystical kingdom and that your characters were the brave and vigilant co-protagonists that ventured into it’s depths in search of awesome stories whether they’d be your own or others to share, knowing you had one another to fall back on when things got rough.

With Eddie there was never a wrong time to let your inner child play. To run wild while you still had the chance. With Eddie your imagination could go anywhere you wanted it to go and he would be there to encourage you with his one fascinating imaginations which has less to many a collaborations in the past as you’d each give a plot of land a name, a history, it’s culture, it’s traditions, it’s people to such an insane level of detail.

Given how easily it was to flow ideas between the two of you it’s less many to speculate that you and Eddie had an almost psychic link which would only be then added to your characters in yours and Eddie’s fantasies for plot convenience. It’s cute.

I’d feel as though Eddie likes domestic, slow moments where it’s just you and him sat on top of somewhere with some snacks between the pair of you with drinks a plenty to share and spare as he’d tell you about practically everything since he’d have a incredibly hard time trying to hide things for you seeing as how he values your respect and trust above anything else. You’d be the first to know about a lot of things actually that when you return the sentiment by telling him things before telling anyone else showed him that you held him in just as high regard as he did you.

You’d could even just be sitting in absolute silence and Eddie would find some way to make it sound as though you’ve done a thousand things. He’s a puppy dog when it comes down to it and no I will not elaborate on that you’ll just have to trust my judgment.

He even loves seeing you wear his denim jacket or his T-shirts but not in the ‘they’re my property’ kind of way but more of a ‘oh my god, holy shit their wearing my clothes?! This beautiful and or handsome person likes me enough to feel comfortable to be seen in my clothes that’ll probably smell like them by the end of the day. I’m a lucky bastard, I’m jealous of myself.’ Kind of way as he’d watch you shrug his clothing on from the doorway, sheepishly smiling as he cast his eyes downwards so that you wouldn’t see his flustered stare but it would already be too late as you’ve already seen his lingering gaze and softened eyes gaze at your being with a sense of euphoria you haven’t seen before that left you feeling more confident then before.

Eddie is awkward when it comes to love. There I said it but he’d be so certain that you were the one for him that he didn’t even bother hiding it because to him it was bound to happen eventually, seeing how happy you made one another with just the mere thought of being within each others presence that overtime everyone, even Eddie himself, would fully believe that you were already a thing and hilarity would ensue when you tried to correct them as Eddie only looked at you weirdly.

Person: how long have you been together?

Reader: we’re not together actually.

Eddie: we’re not?

Reader: no, you haven’t even asked me out Eddie.

Eddie: I haven’t? Are you sure? I’m not being pranked right now am I?

Reader: yeah because if you did I would’ve remembered it, which I don’t.

Eddie: …so what you’re telling me is that one time at the cinema didn’t count as a date?

Reader: I thought it was just an excuse for you to use so that we could hang out.

Yeah you’d learn to communicate better soon after because for you Eddie was entirely worth the effort and for Eddie you were entirely worth the effort.

#eddie munson fic #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x you #Eddie Munson imagine #eddie Munson fanfic #eddie munson headcanons

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lordarsonizzzzt · 1 year

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THEIR IDEAL DATE W/ YOU

I just wanted to write something cause im bored

characters: Jack Bright, Alto Clef, Kondraki, Draven, Iceberg, Gerald

JACK BRIGHT

✦ Jack strikes me as a funny guy when in a relationship, dates with him aren't fancy and shit, he doesn't want to go to a place where you have to waste tons of money for food

✦ She prefers going to McDonald, convencing the staff to give both of you balloons if they have any. Maybe go to an arcade or go bowling, fun dates are her thing.

✦ If you want to, she can book some fancy restaurant so you both can go, but it really isn't his thing. I'm so sure Bright just loves goofing around when not in the foundation cause those are the few times he gets to be out of the place.

✦ Don't get me wrong, he's loyal to the Foundation but it can be a bit too much plus the whole being inmortal thing, he preferes dates that involve going out and to places where you will have a fun story to tell.

ALTO CLEF

♫ Similar to Jack, he preferes fun dates, fancy never was and never will be his thing.

♫ But contrary to Jack, he prefers being indoors, that being said, he loves dates where you two cook together.

♫ HE IS going to mess with whatever you are doing, and YOU WILL have to try and stop him from putting weird shit into the mix.

♫ If you are baking a cake, he's going to try to put gummy worms in it, if you are making dinner, he'll try to put chocolates in the spaguetti.

♫ But that's perfect with you, because that's your man.

♫ If you both already planned to have a date but that day was kinda of shitty for him, he'll try to put through it anyways, most likely you will notice and it wil be time for cuddles and maybe a movie that is just there for background noise while both of you sleep.

♫ I headcannon Clef as a pretty clingy guy when in private, he needs constant praise but he'll prefer dying before admiting it, Lily left some pretty nasty scars on him (both mentally and phsically), so this 'dates' are more of a schedule for both of you, they happen once a week.

KONDRAKI

⌛︎ So this one depends on how much you support his drinking habit.

⌛︎ If you are ok with it you both will go to a bar and have a few drinks, but make sure they are actually a few because he doesn't know when to stop.

⌛︎ If you aren't okay with it, then you'll have dinners in your home, same as Clef, Kondraki prefers dates indoors rather than outdoors, he craves that domestic life. Hell! he may even invite Draven and Talloran if it's cool with you.

⌛︎ If Draven comes, he is not buying any alcoholic drinks, not even beer.

⌛︎ If he doesn't, he'll buy probably two cans of beer or vodka, enough to not get him wasted.

⌛︎ Dates with him are filled with talking about this and that, a new book he got into, some dumbass in the Foundation, a guy you don't like from your work and so on.

DRAVEN

➳ THIS BOY.

➳ Anything will do good with him, wanna go to the beach? Okay! Want to try out food in this new restaurant? Sure, let's go! Wanna do a picnic? HE'S ON HIS WAY.

➳ He likes to have dates at night time, maybe have some take-out and eat in a park while you both talk, walk around holding hands.

➳ He likes to gossip, no you can't change my mind. He'll call you up and will tell you to come to his apartment, when you are there, there are a lot of bags of chips, candies and sodas

➳ You'll paint his nails while he tells you about some weird break up that happened in the foundation, you will ask him to stay still because he uses his hands so much to get his point across.

➳ Probably the only one that will take you to a fancy place with no trouble, yeah it's not his thing but it doesn't hurt to act like you are both rich and important people for one night.

➳ 10/10 would date again.

*I RAN OUT OF PATIENCE TO DO LIL DRAWINGS FOR THEM SORRY LMAO*

ICEBERG

❆ THIS. BITCH.

❆ "Why do you wanna go out if we see each other every day"

❆ Don't expect going out with him, he has to be in a really good mood to take you out, if you wanna go alone or with friends he has no trouble paying for you.

❆ But he's just, not going out, not his thing at all.

❆ Similar to most in this list, preferes staying inside, he'll make breakfast for you and you can watch a movie on the mornings.

❆ At night time, he'll order something from your favourite place and probably some dessert, he'll tell you he got it because it was cheap and it was for him, but since he was going to get something might as well feed you too.

❆ He got himself something else tho, he didn't ate desseart because it was for you.

❆ This one also craves domesticity, but he won't say it. He loves kisses in the morning when making coffee, holding hands when coming home and cuddling at night.

❆ Hell! He may even tell you that he loves you, and verbal affection from him is one hell of an achievement.

GERALD

⚠︎ HE LOVES PICNIC DATES.

⚠︎ HE'LL BUY EVERYTHING IF NEEDED, BUT PLEASE JUST GO OUT WITH HIM TO A MEADOW OR A HILL AND HAVE A PICNIC DATE WITH HIM. HE'LL EVEN BEG.

⚠︎ Everything he gets is from the market, if he cooks he'll burn everything down and he just wants dates with you to be perfect, he feels like he doesn't deserve you and feels bad because there are so many guys out there that are better than him.

⚠︎ So he tries, he really tries to make these dates perfect, there is no way anything can go wro-

⚠︎ So, most of the time you end up going home and having the picnic on your backyard.

⚠︎ He gets attacked by bears, beers, steps on snakes by mistake, everything that could go wrong goes wrong.

⚠︎ He may even cry.

⚠︎ When you are in your backyard he'll try to feed you parts of the cake he bought, only to attract more fucking bees.

⚠︎ You'll feed him a strawberry and he'll choke on it, but that's to expect.

#scp x reader #dr kondraki x reader #dr clef x reader #dr bright x reader #dr iceberg x reader #dr gerald x reader #scp gerald #scp dr clef #scp kondraki #scp bright #scp iceberg

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symphonic-scream · 2 years

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Okay wholesome post time

So. This all started with like a little joking idea

"haha since Makoto is the group mom of the Phantom Thieves the others would joke about her kid being their sibling"

And we all know I'm Weak and Gay.

Oh hell yes I wasn't sure that was gonna work I've never done that before fuck yeah

Ahem. Anyways-

That got me thinking. Hey. That's funny. Hehe. And then I thought some more. Gay thoughts. Wholesome, gay thoughts.

And yeah. I think Makoto and Haru would be the most caring, loving parents ever. This is after days of spamming my dear friend with messages about how Haru would totally use the most sugary sweet pet names to fluster poor Makoto, who would totally read books over Haru's shoulder as they cuddled

(this of course all steming from a small idea of "hey what if Haru moved in with Makoto and Sae after losing her dad")

Anyways. I made them mom's.

At first it was this general "ah yes their kid" and then my good friend (@justanotherpersonsuniverse ) was like "if they have a daughter they'd call her their princess cause Queen" and I joked back "haha a son would be a little prince"

And then.

"...okay but what about both-"

And now I'm digging through hours of the fuckin sweetest hcs I've ever come up with trying to put together a post that makes any sense

Okay I forgot a piece of context Sae is boning down with Takemi. Maybe they're dating. Who knows. Not me that's for sure

Fuck uh lemme try to actually make this post ugh

So. I hate the idea of Cop Makoto bleh. So she's a defense lawyer of some kind. Known for taking underdog cases and such or whatever. Haru totally opens up her cafe though, and they live above it in a home that's theirs and warm and GAY ITS SO GAY and when they move in they set up their room, a guest room, and there's a spare room even after Makoto's little study-

And when asked about it, Haru just

"well, we should leave it for now. In case we want to have a little family of our own!"

And boy do they

(they get married first. Haru totally proposes and it spurs Makoto to immediately enter this frenzy that doesn't end until she's used every connection she has to get them legally married)

And later, when everything's settled down, they talk. About their families, parents, fears, hopes- and it all comes to a boil. They believe they can do it together. Be better. Break the cycle. Give their kid a good life.

Eventually, when Haru finds out she's carrying, she tells her big dumbass wife in the softest way possible

("Haru, Dearest, dinner's ready!"

"oh, Love, thank you so much!! Ah, do you mind serving me a little extra?"

"feeling hungry today?"

"hm, not really, but I have to eat for two now, silly"

"haha yeah-"

"..."

"what")

They launch into a frenzy. Haru starts up plans for a nursery in their spare room, and Makoto takes time to have a little chat with their kid each night, incorporating vitamins into her wife's meals, getting special lotions and creams

It's at one of their appointments with Takemi that the other shoe drops

"oh hey, congrats you two. Check it out, second heartbeat."

"t-two?"

That's right fuckers I gave them fucking TWINS

One little prince, one little princess

Yusuke is asked to come paint a mural in the nursery, and the other thieves get so excited for "their new siblings"

And, because I couldn't resist,

They go to have a little chat with an old friend.

("hey Boss. So, neither of us have any parents left, so our kids- they don't have grandparents. And, well, we thought we'd offer the position to you."

*gross Sojiro crying noises*)

Makoto starts doing bottle warming and diaper changing drills. She challenges the other thieves to races. She must be the best mother. Haru thinks it's cute, but draws the line when she notices her wife working herself to the bone. For fucks sake their babies aren't even born yet and Makoto's pushing her limits,

Ah, that's her dumbass though

The day comes eventually. It's a long labour, but eventually a nurse is holding out their first born to a jittery Makoto; "would you like to hold your son?"

So she softly takes the little bundle, stares down at her son- HER SON -with wide, awed eyes, and gently sits at an exhausted Haru's side to show her his little face

"Baby,, look- it's him,,, our son,"

"he's perfect, Mako-chan,,,"

And they're so caught up in their son, that they're jolted when another nurse glides over with another bundle; "are you ready to meet your daughter?"

And man if Makoto wasn't crying before, she sure is now. Everything feels so perfect, she's there with her wife, their son, their daughter; their own little family,,,, but something's missing, still...

Once she's made sure both twins are secure with their Mama, Makoto goes out to greet the crowd waiting in the waiting room

(Makoto: okay ground rules before you guys get to see Haru and the new babies. One, Morgana is not allowed to touch the babies

Morgana: WHAT

Makoto: you're a cat. Germs. Second, hand sanitizer. Everytime you go to touch any of them, apply three squirts. Soak your hands.

Futaba: yes mom

Makoto: 3. No flash photography. You can take three photos each, but no flash. Keep cameras and phones at least four feet from the babies

Ann: you gotcha momkoto!

Makoto: now, ready to meet them?)

It's very soft in that hospital room. The twins are gently passed around, meeting each "sibling". Ryuji breaks into silent tears, holding them like he's never held something more precious. Yusuke just has a look of awe, and mutters about understanding how his mother found such inspiration from him. Joker jokingly calls them the "littlest thieves of hearts" for already stealing all of theirs

Ann can't stop going on about how precious they are and how she's gonna spoil them absolutely rotten and "I need a photo for Shiho SOMEONE GET A PHOTO OF ME WITH THIS BABY MY WIFE NEEDS TO SEE THIS". Futaba, with Morgana on her shoulder, is hesitant to even hold them, instead hovering her fingers over them while Joker holds them. Sumire has this look of complete wonder on her face, even if at times her smile is a little bittersweet. She makes sure to tell both parents how special a pair of twins are

All the thieves agree to help out the new mother's as they adjust to parenthood, especially with twins right off the bat. A rotation comes through every few nights to give them (ahem. Makoto.) A chance to rest. Momkoto herself has three months away from her law office, spending time with her family and running Haru's cafe while she recovers from birth

Their little princess looks almost exactly like Haru, all curly hair and soft eyes. Their prince looks much the same, though his eyes end up a very clear red. Haru was so delighted when she saw them. "MAKO-CHAN HE HAS YOUR EYES"

Futaba buys them little gamer onesies while Sumire brings the twins little toys from the places she travels to for gymnastics

(origin of this screenshot)

Ann swoops in with Shiho to spoil her siblings rotten, with plenty of stylish clothes and fancy European treats. Even once she's got a kid of her own she still spoils the twins. "Uh, duh, I do it because im a great big sister!"

I have so many more thoughts but I'm gonna cut myself off here this is too long already jeez

Anyways. I can't stop talking about this. Talk to me about this.

#persona 5 #p5 #persona 5 royal #p5 royal #p5 joker #makoto niijima #haru okumura #okujima #makoharu #ryuji sakamoto #yusuke kitagawa #ann takamaki #shihoann #shiho suzui #futaba sakura #morgana #sumire yoshizawa #im so gay and soft

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chemicallady · 2 years

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Scale of nicknames based on how serious the situation is

Warning: lots of bad bad words, kids. I'm sorry but this idea was too hilarious to make it different than this. Is stupid? Of course, but everything with Johnny as main character is going to the nuts since the beginning. If we wanted serious contents we wouldn't be so obsessed by Jackass in a very first place.

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~ You don't remember who brought this phenomenal on everybody's attention. It could be Steve O or Wee Man. Rachel is also a potential suspected, she is smart. Certainly isn't Poopies.

~ The issue on the table is how do you call Johnny most of the time. Normally, this shouldn't be that interesting, we are simply talking about the way you call your boyfriend.

~ But we know that the Jackass boys can make a big deal out of absolutely nothing, so here we are.

~ Ehren was the one who took those speculations and litteraly draw a chart. An ugly line chart on paper, using Axe's Pontius color pencils.

~ An now the guys bet and try to figure out how mad you are towards Johnny every time you call him out.

~ 'That was a 3, I'm sure'

~ 'Two bucks on a 4'

~ 'Another lame One.'

~ An so far so forth.

~ But let's see your level of stress and madness according to Dr Danger Ehren's line chart:

Level 1 : Babe, Love, Honey, Awsome. Green light, you are not mad at all. Actually, your mood is really good and you indulge in petnames, cuddles and smiles full of diabetes. This usually happen right before the two of you start to make out, so it is a signal not for Johnny, but for the others, who rapidly move away from you two. Pet names are also used to express concern after Johnny gets to the doctor. Doesn't matter if its due to an injury or sickness, if Johnny feels bad, you feel the urgency of take care of him. You can scroll him in the moment he feels better.

Level 1 : Pj / Johnny / Knox/ Jay : Neutral names. Normally you call him PJ because it is his real name and everyone when the cameras are off uses to call him like that. During interviews or in front of the cameras, you try your best to call him with his stage name so Johnny, Knox.... Jay is also a practical solution because is in between Johnny and PJ and it's a good way to avoid misconceptions. Also you are probably the only person in the world who calls him Jay and he likes it a lot. It makes you be even more special than you use to be. And you are already really special for Johnny.

Level 2, PJaaay : Some urgency here. A stess on the 'a' in PJ can indicate some concern. You also call him like this when you want him to call the day and go home. Doesn't matter if you are horny, tired or annoyed. It is the very first advise you give him before level 3. The answer to this first advise is always a chuckle of a laught because he never learns and he find you cute when you are complaining to him. But you are not cute when you stress the 'a'. You are politely asking him to stop pricking around and he always ignores your kindness. Fool.

Level 3, PJ Fuck! : Every stage names are lost and gone in stage 4. You are annoyed enough to ask for his full attention on the problem. Maybe you really need him to stop bullying someone (Ehren) because he is going too far or you need to eat and sleep after a long day on the set, but he is still laughing all around with Jeff. You love how energic and cheerful he is. Is the best trait he has, being an excellent party clown, so hopelessly optimistic and relaxed all the time... But you have your limits. One of them is resting some hours before another work day. And as far as you love all of them, you want PJ just for you at least once a day. Note: 'fuck', is not mandatory and it can be replaced with 'Goddammit', 'c'mon', 'Jesus Christ on a Stick' or the most elaborated one: ' I don't give a flying fuck, PJ, let's go!'

Level 4, Asshole / Dumbass / Prick: This is usually the very last stage of your rage. Occurres when you are really pissed off. Before he took that bull? ASSHOLE. When he forgot about that important dinner with your family, at your home place and he invited out 20 people? MORON. When he complains because he doesn't want you in big stunts because you can get hurt and ended with a concussion because of the treadmill? PRICK. And those are just a couple of examples, we can go on and on forever. Usually that's the moment in which he also realises how upset you are. Here. Not before. Not at the PJaaay or while you are swearing. You have to insult him in order to obtain a reaction that usually are apologies. Johnny is not such of a fighter when he knows that he is screwing with you. Level 4 is usually the very last one because he doesn't want you to be that angry or concerned. Usually......

Level 5, Philip : Okay, that's the DEFCON4. You never, never call him by his full real name and if you do, the tune is low and static. It happened just once, in front of the guys and that shit scared the hell out everyone. Darkshark made the most notable comment, while everyone else was silent: "You're a dead man, bro. Sorry, I'll bring flowers on your grave." It would be hilarious (and it was on unrealised footage) if you hadn't that scary expression on your face and tears on your eyes. You were too proud to cry but it was clear that you were on the edge. It was an isolated case, happened because Johnny was pulling the rope too much, after the bull incident. He was still recovering and he was already planning other 3 or 4 big stunts before the end of the recording. When the matter is his work, he never let go, like a dog with a bone. And it's okay for you because when you started dating him, you knew that he is really into risky stuff. You don't want to change him, you have never tried. But enough is enough and he is no longer able to take another hit. According to the neurologist, not to you. So basically.... the two of you ran into this big fight and broke up. Yep. In front of everyone. It was awfull and Lance recorded everything by mistake. He was too stunned to switch off his camera. So you two have a proof or how the things can go south when the both of you believe to be in the right. It was a short break up, lasted 10 days at last. But it was painful and after a long talk you both decided to step back and apologise. He decided to stop with big stunts, not only for your sake, but also for his children, sisters and his own health. All in all, level 5 was introduced after the scene you gave to the guys. Thank Goodness have never happen again. Yet.

~ and that's it.

~ actually, Johnny have found this chart really helpful. He can pay more attention to your level of stress thank to it.

~ naturally, he has never got credit to Ehren.

#johnny knoxville imagine #johnny knoxville x reader #johnny knoxville #jackass fanfic #jackass ff #jackass x reader #jackass

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missbunmuffin · 4 months

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Glass Joe and Eleanor stuff

I gave you pretty basic information about my stupid little punch out oc time to share about her relationship with Joe.

* Lots of cuddling. Getting into bed is one of their favorite parts of the day.

* Lots of stuffed animals on the bed because of Eleanor. Joes had to explain on multiple occasions they really aren’t his. He doesn’t mind as long as she’s happy.

* They would show pda more but they really don’t due to how socially anxious Eleanor is. Most they do is hold hands and sometimes kiss

* Lots of kisses at home though. Cheek kisses, nose kisses, forehead kisses, etc.

* They are the parents of Joes cat BonBon who is a white doll faced Persian cat(I think those are safe Persians but if not she’s a ragdoll. Shes not real ik but I don’t want to promote breeding cats just because they are cute) she loves her mommy and daddy so much and she can be a little gremlin. I could go on but this post isn’t about her

* They both try to comfort each other about the other’s insecurities like Eleanor’s small breasts, and Joes big nose.

* They don’t plan to have children mainly because Eleanor doesn’t want them and Joe doesn’t care as long as she’s happy.

* They both support each other in whatever even if they don’t understand it. Like Eleanor getting Joes sim pregnant in the sims 2 and them being parents to some alien child. Yeah Eleanor wants to be a parent but only to a cat and video game children.

* Also Eleanor’s into video games. Shes into harvest moon and she goes for whatever bachelor reminds the most of Joe because she kind of feels bad about dating a fictional but Joe doesn’t give a shit. Joe will join her in games if it’s a two player one sometimes

* They’re both clumsy dumbasses. I imagine them going ice skating or something and one of them falls and the other also falls when trying to get the other one up.

* I imagine Joe having two nieces because he has a sister who has kids and they often have to watch them because their mother just drops them off at the house with no warning. They both find it annoying especially since Eleanor is not really that good with children despite her having to help with her siblings as young as 10. Let alone children who are inappropriate and cuss.

* Eleanor is always feeding Joe pastries he probably shouldn’t be eating. He can’t really get himself to deny her offers because he can’t help himself to not eat them.

* Joes very protective of Eleanor because of how sensitive she is. I think if you’re not nice he’s probably not gonna be nice but if you’re mean to her he’s definitely not going to be nice. He ended up in the hospital one time because of this.

* Eleanor is also protective of Joe in her own way. She can get really defensive if someone says something about her man. Negative comments towards Joe can hurt her more than it hurts him.

* They have spa days all the time. Whether it be at home or they go to an actual spa it’s a good bonding time for them.

* They both love playing with each other’s hair.

* Sometimes they’ll both draw together. Idk it just seems cute.

That’s all I have for now ;-;

Have a cookie 🍪

#punch out #punch out oc #oc x canon #glass joe #they’re so silly #they’re both dumbasses #I know you’re probably thinking who the fuck is Eleanor right now

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ironmandeficiency · 1 year

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requests are open! ask away

requests have been opened again! i’m gonna do things a little different this time around just to see how it goes. below are lists of soulmate au’s, dialogue prompts, & physical affection prompts. you can send me a max of TWO of them for a request (ie “soulmate goose + giggly cuddles with character” or however you want). it’s open for any character i’ve written for thus far, so go ham y’all 🥰✨✌🏻

soulmate au’s!

soulmate goose of enforcement — a goose will herd you around until finding your soulmate. your soulmate also has a goose doing the same thing. there is no telling whether your goose will be tame or a menace

you and your soulmate have the same hair color — if one dyes their hair, their soulmate’s hair color will change with it

when you or your soulmate lose something, it reappears with the other one (can’t lose things on purpose)

you can choose to take away your soulmate’s pain when they’re injured — if they get a paper cut or smth considerably worse, you can choose whether to take that pain for yourself or not

everyone has a sun and moon tattoo that glow, depending on whether it’s day or night where your soulmate is

when your soulmate is sick, so are you (and vice versa)

soulmates share talents — if either of you are good at something, the other one doesn’t even have to learn it to be good at it

soulmates can’t share talents — oh, your soulmate can draw really well? congrats, you’re now the worst person ever to have on a pictionary team

soulmates are forced to literally finish each other’s sentences when around each other

the voice in your head (your subconscious) is your soulmate’s — can simply be their voice OR their personality too

one runs cold while the other runs hot, and find the in-between when they’re touching

soulmates can fluently speak each other’s native languages without trying to learn it

you can only see shades of your soulmate’s favorite color until you meet (favorite colors are subject to change)

dialogue prompts!

“do you want me to kill that guy for you? because he seems like a real dick and i would totally kill that guy for you.”

“so apparently i had a problem”

“that could gone a lot worse” “it could have gone better too, dumbass”

“well fuck me running”

“your table manners leave much to be desired” “…there are no tables in the middle of the woods?”

“give me back my ___ or so help me i will throw every single one of those scones into the fire!” “you wouldn’t dare!” “try me”

“should i be scared of how many songs you like that involve women murdering their spouses?” “do you have a reason to be?”

🎶do doo do do🎶 “FUCK!”

*after something huge happens* “well, at least no one got hurt” *person saying this immediately gets hurt, probably in a stupid way*

“bless your heart”

“any crystal is a protection crystal if you throw it hard enough”

“i picked a whole bouquet of whoopsie daisies”

“do not speak of this to anyone” *promptly tells absolutely everyone who will listen*

physical affection prompts!

forehead kisses

tickle fights

tight hugs with gentle swaying

excited running start hugs that involve spinning someone around in circles

a protective hand to the chest to keep someone out of danger

an affectionate but annoyed slap to the back of the head

play wrestling

resting their chin on someone’s head or shoulder

gentle (or not so gentle) headbutt

running their fingers through someone’s hair

lacing fingers together after a high five as a joke but it’s been twenty minutes and they won’t let go of each other

curling up together to share a blanket

protecting each other during a food fight

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halscafe · 2 years

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You might regret that- ANYWAY ‘m starting with Jax cause I have the most info on it- in other words I’ve procrastinated the others :3

TW: sh scars, parent death, implied child abuse and alcoholism

Basic info

Name: Ajax Dragomir Nechita

Age:16

Birthday: September 22nd

Pronouns: it/they

Gender: agender

Sexuality: pansexual and polyamorous

Birthplace: Half-moon bay, California

Languages spoken: Romanian and English

zodiac:Virgo

Physical appearance-

Hair color: black with green streaks in the front

Hair type: short and curly

Eye color: Dark green

Skin tone: pale

Skin type: Combination(both oily and dry)

Race: eastern european, Romanian specifically

Magical race: opossum shifter

Face shape: both Angular and round

Birthmarks or scars: two burn scars on its face, three large cut scars on their side, self-harm scars on its thighs and more burn scars on its upper arms and back

Predominant feature: eyes and smile

Height: 5’5”

Weight: 195 lbs.

Body type: thin and leath

Dominant hand: left handed

Tattoos: many stick n pokes on its thighs and legs, one professionally done on their wrist: its an opossum surrounded by a wreath of lavender in honor of their mom

Piercings: Septum, vertical labret, ears are covered and their lobes are stretched to a 1 mm

Family-

Mother: Deceased, was an opossum shifter

Father: An abusive alcoholic asshole that's hunting Jax, a freelancer

Step parents: None

Siblings:None

Adoptive parents: Bones and Scraps

Lives with: Bones and Scraps

In-laws: None

Nieces/nephews: None

Grandparent status: Deceased

Other relatives: None that they know of or know of it

Religion-

Family's religion: Athests

Characters religion: Pagen, works with Loki

Philosophy:

Other beliefs:

Likes and dislikes-

Hobbies: drawing, writing, photography, and jewelry making

Favorite food: chicken alfredo

Least favorite food: carrots and peas

Favorite color: Green and black

Least favorite color: pink

Favorite music: grunge and folk

Least favorite music: rap and hyper pop

Favorite animals: Wolves, snakes and ravens

Favorite book: doesn't really have one

Favorite movie: Nightmare before Christmas and Scream

Favorite class: Art and creative writing

Best friend: Carrie (yes one of it's best friend is a 5 year old, hush) and their mates

Enemy: It’s dad

Partners: Aisling and Sebastian

Favorite activity: besides it’s hobbies, cuddling with their mates, spending time with them in general

Miscellaneous-

Theme song: lemon boy by: cavetown

Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3mWGj9O2zO1RTF7sdM5mD1?si=GqtJDZuPTwiizqPCxyQBuw

Pinterest board: https://pin.it/6SvX7Mo

Aesthetic: grunge and gremlin-core smooshed together

Disposition: Calm and a chaos gremlin at once

Personality: stereotypical stoner vibes and chaotic dumbass all at once, also shy and anxious

Daredevil or cautious: both, depends on the situation

Same when alone? yes

Main confidant: its mates

Easily gives trust: not really

Plan for future: no clue

Want marriage: Mates, considered married by the empowered community but would like to get married to their mates

Want kids: maybe

omg the way you've thought this all through its so COOL DREW

another type of animal shifter is truly needed in the redactedverseee 👀

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touyasdoll · 3 years

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What’s it like marathoning horror movies with some of the boys?

Yesss, I love this! These all got a little spicy sorry not sorry 🔥 & I might do a few more, but I felt like this one was gettin’ a little long. Enjoy! 👻

Horror Movies w/ The Boys

Part Two here

Minors DNI

Pairings: Bakugou x reader, Shinsou x reader, Aizawa x reader, Izuku x reader

Genre: smut & fluff

Warnings: biting, daddy kink

Katsuki Bakugou

Would absolutely make fun of you if you got scared

“Awh, is my little princess afraid? It’s just a movie, dumbass. Nothin’s gonna getcha.”

But he secretly craves every little jump you make, because each one brings you a little further into his lap

And this man just loves to hold you

He’ll never be the type to come to you and ask you to cuddle him

But damn does he love having both of your arms around him

Some of the scares will get him too & you can absolutely rag on him back

“Awh, is my little princess scared?” You playfully echo his words back to him, giggling as you nuzzle into the crook of his neck.

“It was a jump scare,” he growls, fighting off a grin as he tickles your sides

“Ahh, Katsu! Stop!” You try to push his hands away, but he ends up interlacing his fingers with yours, pushing your back flush against the seat of the couch as he looms over you.

“You’re not really watching this one, anyway, right?” He smirks, rocking his hips against yours so you can feel his erection press up against your core as he begins kissing your neck.

“Katsu,” you moan, your eyes fluttering closed as he bites down.

“You need a hero to save you from the big, bad monster, baby?” He breathes into your ear, his fingers tugging your panties to the side as he teases your slit.

“Yes,” you sigh, lifting the oversized Dynamight t-shirt you’re wearing above your breasts, so he can close his lips around one of your nipples.

“Say it then,” he smirks, his words muffled by your supple skin as his middle finger circles your entrance.

“Please, Dynamight,” you mewl, clutching at his shirt while you gaze up at him, completely under his submission.

He growls in satisfaction, pressing his lips to yours in a fiery kiss. Sinking his digit into you while his thumb rubs against your clit.

Hitoshi Shinsou

This man lives for horror movies, so he’s got a whole list that he really wants to watch with you

Loves to set the vibe too, so whenever it’s a rainy evening, he’s queuing up the first of many movies & throwing on some red LED lights, so the whole place has a spooky glow about it

He likes to lay his back against the arm of the couch, so you can lay between his legs while he absently rubs your back & plays with your hair

Also makes it easy for you to hide your face if a scene comes up that’s just too much for you

So you’re laying there, your face resting against his abs, arm resting on his thigh as he runs his fingers through your hair, his eyes locked on the movie

But you’re too focused on how good his touch feels. Your eyes close and you moan quietly, briefly feeling his thigh flex beneath you

So you do it again, drawing it out, so that it’s almost a whimper and you hear him sigh as he shifts beneath you, his cock stirring in his sweats

“You need something, kitten?” He whispers, running his hands down your spine to slip them beneath your shirt.

“Mmhmm,” you hum, arching your back as you drop your hips back, waving your ass in the air as you push his shirt up, kissing along his abs.

“Fuck,” he groans, pushing his fingers into your hair again to gather it away from your face. “Take whatever you need, baby.”

“I plan to, daddy,” you smirk against his hip as you slip his cock out of his pants, stroking it as you slap the head against your tongue.

Shouta Aizawa

I don’t think this man will last too far into a marathon of any kind

He seems like the type to fall asleep if he’s on the couch for too long

But also like the type to never be able to fall asleep easily in his own bed

So that’s where you curl up to watch the movies you’ve picked out

Shouta doesn’t have much of an opinion on horror as a genre. He’ll watch it if it’s on. It doesn’t affect him much.

But he’s come to learn that it affects you

So he makes sure to keep a few lights on & he throws a couple extra cozy blankets on the bed as you ready up the movie

He holds you, squeezes your hand, and presses soft kisses to your temple/palm/top of your head every now and then if you seem a little anxious over the film

But eventually he starts drifting, so he rubs your thigh, “Gonna have to call it a night pretty soon. Sorry, kitty.”

“That’s okay,” you coo, crawling into his lap to straddle him.

“What’re you doing, love?” He asks with a sleepy, amused grin as he holds your hips.

You run your hands over his chest, running your fingers along the inside of the waistband of his boxers as you lean in to kiss along his jaw while he groans quietly, his hands moving to your ass to give it a firm squeeze.

“Think you can stay awake a bit longer if I keep your cock warm?” You whisper, your warm breath fanning over his ear.

“I might be able to manage that,” he croons, “but only if you turn around for me, baby. Wanna have a nice view of that ass if you’re gonna keep me up late.”

Izuku Midoriya

This man is at least as scared as you are, if not more.

But he’s gotta be tough for you, so he puts on a brave face and wraps his arms around you.

“Oh, wow, this movie is a lot, huh?” He chuckles, trying to hide the waver in his tone.

“Are you okay, ‘Zuku? We can watch something else if you wanna,” you crane your neck to smile up at him.

“No, no, baby.” He smiles reassuringly, rubbing the small of your back. “You were so excited to watch it. I’ll be fine.”

“I really appreciate you indulging me like this, baby,” you press your hand to his thigh, running your fingertips up the inside, massaging gently where his thigh meets his groin. “I know you don’t really like them, but maybe all you need to enjoy yourself is a little distraction..”

His breath hitches as he lifts his hips up from the couch briefly, shifting while he shudders under your gentle touch.

“A-a distraction?” He clears his throat, pulling an arm off of you to rest it over the back of the couch, grasping it tight as he watches your movements intently.

“Yeah,” you cup his balls, rubbing your thumb against his growing erection through his basketball shorts. “I think maybe I can help you out, if you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind at all. If you’re sure, puppy,” he sighs breathlessly, tilting his head back as you kiss along his bare collarbone.

“Oh, I’m sure. Just relax, daddy..” you whisper, slipping your hand into his shorts to wrap your fingers around his length.

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dreamcatcherrs · 3 years

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can u do streamers with a plus size reader? ty i love ur fics ♡

+ reminder! every body type is beautiful in its own way, and I’m sure that all of the mcyts would want to date a person of any size! hope you enjoy<3

++ I also added a couple of insecurities that are common for a lot of people cause I felt like it ^-^

dating a plus size reader; mcyt x reader

dream:

dream is an absolute softie for you

he will literally carry you anywhere you go

even if you insist for him not to

he just lifts you up into his arms and runs off with you

as I’ve mentioned before, he loves squishy places of the body

especially the booty ;)

so expect a lot of grabbing whenever he’s near you (with your consent, of course)

always tells you how amazing you look

even if you’re only wearing sweatpants and a basic tee and feel like absolute shit

and he would definitely have you pose for pictures of his merch

georgenotfound:

he loves resting his head on you

uses your chest as his personal pillow

he thinks it’s absolutely crazy how you’re able to make every outfit look good

like, you could wear a plastic bag and still look like a model to him

you two go out to eat fast food at the most random times

some days midnight, some days at 5am

admires your confidence

sapnap:

THIGHS THIGHS THIGHS

he loves your thighs sooo much and always has his hands (or eyes) on them

he almost holds your thigh more than your hand

and he just thinks you’re so gorgeous and can’t believe he can call you his

but when he finds out you don’t think so, his mind is blown

like... what?

are you blind????

he tells you how “you’re so fucking hot” every day until you start thinking so yourself

badboyhalo:

loves baking cakes with you

and makes sure you’re always well fed

he absolutely adores your stretch marks!

he loves just tracing his fingers over the lines

following them around with his fingertips

and gets very focused about it to a point where he stops listening to you talk

he makes sure you never feel down about something as natural as stretch marks

and makes sure to kiss every place you're insecure about

technoblade:

techno literally doesn't care what you look like

he only cares if you're happy, cause he really hates seeing you sad

especially when he can't do anything about it

so when he catches you one day looking at yourself in the mirror with a look of disgust

his heart crumbles in his chest

sits you down to talk about it

and gets more touchy afterwards along with spurring out compliments more often

wilbur soot:

wilby is also a big sucker for thighs

he’s not super grabby, but he gets his point across;

that he absolutely loves every part of your body

to be honest, like techno, I see wilbur as someone who literally does not care what you look like

if he likes you, he’ll love the way you look either way

he is very appreciative of soft, fleshy parts of your body

that he can just cling onto when he wants

jschlatt:

fuck, does schlatt love to have you on his lap

like he might not come across as someone who’s cuddly

but I’m telling you

he is super cuddly

he just wants someone to hold and to be held by

he needs that physical touch and he just can't seem to keep his hands off of you

he’ll tell you “you look so stupid right now”, laugh, and then give you a big ol’ bear hug

jokes aside, he makes sure you know just how dizzyingly beautiful you look 24/7

corpse husband:

fishnets, legs, fishnets, legs

even if you don't like wearing fishnets, he’s just all; legs, grab, thighs, squish

no but seriously he loves your legs so much

they just catch his attention and immediately make him go soft

without you doing anything you’ll just hear him giggle at you

and then realise he’d been looking at you for a hot minute, just taking in how absolutely stunning you look

and he doesn't fail to let you know that :)

karl jacobs:

like wilbur, I think he just genuinely doesn't care and loves you regardless of what you look like

we all know that karl’s way of showing affection is through touch

so he loves cuddling up to you

using your chest as a pillow and engulfing you in his arms

and he’ll be whining within a second if you even a much as try to move away from him

something he doesn't realise he does, but you do, is that he will just randomly hold on tight to a certain part of your body

even if you're just talking

his hands will be on you without him even noticing

and it’s really cute

skeppy:

I’ve mentioned this before, but I think that skeppy really likes the way skirts look on you

or tight-fitting jeans

anything that compliments your body, really

though he does like the way you look without any clothes on

anyways, he fucking loves your body so much

and any person who thinks differently is not his friend

he’s always hugging you

or brushing his knuckles over your arms lovingly

small touches are his forté

fundy:

he can never seem to keep his eyes off of you

no matter how hard he tries, you’re just too gorgeous

isn’t the touchiest of the boys, but when he’s in the need for some physical touch, he’s very obvious about it

will start off by holding your hand

and then maybe move onto hugging you from behind

comes off pretty clingy once he needs that love and affection

he just loves touching you; maybe cause your skin is soft? he’ll never tell you (it’s his little secret)

quackity:

MMMME GUSTAAA

he looooooves loves loves how, and I quote, “thicc you are”

and he gets so clingy, too

makes grabby hands at you if he needs to to catch your attention

and definitely, without a doubt, uses your chest as his personal pillow

he’s also a squisher

your thigh’s kinda become his little stress toy

alex will fully commit to being a complete simp for you - he does not care at this point

can get blushy sometimes when he catches himself looking at you for too long

punz:

if you thought that sapnap would be wild when it comes to thighs, let me introduce you to this man

luke is a massive sucker for some thick thighs

and don't even get me started on the flesh on your hips

he lowkey has an addiction to constantly keeping his hands on there, but it’s not like you mind

it’s like his hands are glued onto you sometimes

holding on tightly or gently, doesn't matter

and sometimes he’ll even get lost in the way his fingers dig into your skin

can't fathom the fact that you're all his

awesamdude:

sam is literally the cutest🥺

gives you compliments all the time

and literally always has a hand on you to gently caress your skin

and he is always gentle with his touches

and I mean always

drawing circles onto your back or arm using his thumb

placing small kisses on your temple

he always posts pictures of you on his instagram and twitter

has like one or two pictures of himself, and the rest are of you :]

slimecicle:

literally smothers you with love and affection

he loves the little dents in your thighs from cellulite

finds it sooo attractive

loves to trace his fingers over the dents

notices immediately if there are changes in your eating habits

and will confront you the second he notices cause he can't bare the thought of you eating less than usual

makes sure it never happens again

eret:

they have a special seat for you right on his lap

if you were comfortable with it she’d love for you to sit with them in his streams

SHOWERS you with compliments

constantly

and leaves trails of kisses everywhere

even if you whine about it being too much or distracting you

he ignores it and continues

can't believe she’s ended up with such a god/dess as you

jack manifold:

jack was completely shocked when he found out you were insecure about your body

what was there to be insecure about?

to his eyes you were completely perfect, and he just couldn’t understand how… you couldn’t see that?

makes sure you now how absolutely stunning you are

can't help but to show you off to everyone (he is a leo after all)

and also let’s his hands roam all over you - with your consent, of course!

adores you so much

tommy:

tommy had seriously never thought of it before you’d said that you didn’t want a piece of cake after he asked

and he goes; why?????

and you’re like; I shouldn't eat it

and he’s even more ???

doesn't know what why or when you decided you “shouldn't” do something as normal as eating

it’s so very obvious how soft he is for you when it’s just the two of you

and even succumbs to his soft side in front of others if he gets too caught up in your beauty

tubbo:

tubbo just… doesn't care

like, at all

but of course he notices the absolute beauty of you, and will simp for you

doesn't shower you with compliments, but gives subtle signs

a common one is squeezing your hand

or calling you cute or adorable

brushing a strand of hair out of your face

simplicity is his thing

ranboo:

lots of hugsss

unintentionally squeezes too hard so you have to tap his shoulder

and he just giggles

he likes resting his head on practically any part of your body

cause you're so comfy

wants to constantly fondle you in his arms

he’s become so used to clinging to you, it’s just by instinct at this point

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alex-tickleblog · 2 years

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Admit it~

Warnings: pinning, slight swearing, and tickling

SFW

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“You really don’t want to admit you took my gaming controller, in your position~?” I ask you teasingly. You shake your head “I-I didn’t take it dumbass” you reply slyly. “Oh your dead now~” I say smirking.

A little context: I had been at work all day and you decided that instead of playing games tonight you wanted to cuddle or some shit. So you took my controller and hid it in the living room (tv stand) drawer. I came home to find you on the couch watching TV and went to go get into comfy clothes.

When I came back I looked for the controller and couldn’t find it. “Hey have you seen my controller?” I ask. “No?” You replied smirking slightly, dumb move, after a little bit of asking you over and over again I eventually grab you and pin your arms over your head and that’s where we are now.

Present:

I start lighting running my nails in that space between the upper most rib and underarm, “Are you sure you haven’t seen my controller~?” I ask teasingly, your trying to hard to not laugh “n-noho” you try to answer but your giggles give you away.

I draw my nails in an antagonizing light motion closer and closer to your underarms. “Aww~ too bad~” I start “I think that even if you admit it I should just continue tic-tic-tickling you as a punishment~ what do you think, ticklish tickle toy~?” I finish with the question that makes you blush. Your laughter picks up as I continue teasing you with the soft tickles. “StohOHOHOP” You scream out as I get right under your armpits, I stop and restart. “Nope I’m going to tickle you until your admit it and I’m satisfied~ so don’t stop giving me that adorably cute tickle laughter~” I tease.

You start bucking around as I am slowly and softly wiggling my fingers under your armpits theatening to tickle you there. Finally after a while. I poke my fingernails in the hollow. “Tickle tickle tickle~” I say in a teasy voice. “NOHOHO STAHAHAP IHIT TIHIHICKLES” You screech out, I chuckle evilly “Well I sure hope so silly~ that’s what it’s meant to do~” I respond. “OHOHOHKAY IHIHI HIHID IT! JUHUST STAHAHAP” You laugh out. “Tsk tsk tsk~ I knew it, thanks for admitting it but~ I can’t stop. You need to be punished for lying to me~ soooo tickle~ tickle~ tickle~” I say.

After a good minute of tickling your underarms I look up to see a small feather sticking out of a pillow. I grab it and show it to you. “Look I’m gonna use this to tickle you and it’s gonna tickle so bad~” I tease as I slowly bring it down to your tummy. You squirm every time I say ‘tickle’ and giggle in anticipation.

Once the feather reaches your tummy I say “don’t worry this will only tickle a lot~” and I slowly glide it across your tummy, every once in a while sticking it into your belly button. “STAHAHAHAP PLEHEHEASE IHIHIM SOHOHORRYHEHE” You manage to get out. “Sorry~ I can’t this is what you get for hiding my controller and lying to me about it~” I reply. I pull it up to your ribs and wiggle it into every one of those ticklish little ribbies, delicately and slowly. As though it were fragile.

After a good minute or to of the rib tickling I bring the feather up to your neck. You scrunch it up in hopes I won’t be able to tickle there “Awww~ don’t tell your wittle necks is ticklish~” I say in a baby voice, making you blush. I lightly and antagonizingly start to drag the feather under your neck. “Stohohop plehehease it tihihickles sohoho bahahad” you giggle out. “Okay okay, just two more minutes okay~?” I ask

You groan but nod.

Your death sentence.

I bring the feather up to your ears. And wiggle into them. Every time you try to block the ear I just jump to the other. Leaving you totally defenseless, “hahahaha pleheheheahase ihihits sohoho tihihicklehehe” I beg. “Okay, I’ll move~” I start, I bring both my hand down to your armpits. Your eyes widen. “To your sensitive and ticklish little armpits~” I finish off as I drill my hands into the hollows if your underarms. You scream slamming your arms down, I start to smirk, “oh dear, you just trapped me in a very ticklish spot~” I state in a teasing voice. “HAHAHAHA NAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAP” you scream out in ticklish laughter.

After about a minute I finally stop and stand up. “Now deary, where’s that controller?” I ask “in the tv stand drawer” you say kind of sadly.

“What’s wrong love?” I ask genuinely, “I was just hoping we could spend time together tonight, you usually game and I wanted to cuddle and watch a movie..” you respond. I start feeling bad almost immediately “oh my gosh I’m so so sorry love, I hadn’t realized I’d been making you feel bad. I’m so sorry dear. We absolutely can cuddle and watch a movie!” I reply. You look up happily “REALLY?” You ask with puppy dog eyes. My heart almost melts, “yes of course, we can watch whatever you want.” I state hugging you and pulling up Netflix to find a movie. “anything I mind” I ask with you in my arms smiling.

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seijorhi · 3 years

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Patience of a Saint

An Ushijima x virgin reader commission for the wonderful @hearteyes-candyskies, I hope you enjoy it, bby! 💕

Ushijima Wakatoshi x female reader

TW non-con, nsfw, smut, virgin reader

“Wait, you’re kidding me, right?”

Ushijima simply shrugs, “Why would I joke about something like that?”

Semi and Tendou share a glance, the former hiding a smirk behind the glass rim of his beer bottle. Tendou had been the one to drag them both downtown for ramen in the middle of the night, an impromptu reunion of sorts, now that the volleyball season had wrapped up and Tendou was back in Sendai.

Perhaps his first mistake had been to allow his friend the option to stay with him instead of booking a hotel. Though, truth be told, Tendou would have undoubtedly monopolised his time regardless of where he was staying, and Ushijima would have allowed him to.

They were friends, after all, and that was what friends did. He was just glad that Semi had been roped in alongside him.

When and how the conversation had steered towards his relationship with you, more specifically the details regarding your bedroom exploits together, Ushijima isn’t entirely sure, but he has no reason to lie to his friends.

The disbelieving look on Tendou’s face, however, makes him wonder if he’s said something wrong. “You mean to tell me that you’ve been dating this girl for how many months now, and you haven’t actually slept together yet?”

At that, Ushijima shakes his head. “We’ve slept together,” he corrects, taking a sip of his own beer. He likes sleeping with you, finds an odd sense of comfort he’s never felt before, waking up to find you curled against his side.

Most mornings Ushijima has no trouble getting out of bed for an early start. He’s found that lately, at least on the nights you stay over, that’s no longer the case.

The snort from his right is abruptly cut off into a choking cough as Semi tries and fails to mask his amusement. “He means sex, dude. You haven’t fucked her yet, have you?”

“No.”

The loud cackles from the ex-middle blocker are enough to draw the attention of several other patrons, but Tendou pays them no mind. “Why the hell not? Is she hideously ugly or something?”

“Nope,” Semi answers in his stead, a little too quickly for Ushijima’s liking. But he supposes he cannot blame his friend for noticing your attractiveness. You are, of course, beautiful - he’s told you many times.

A lone, red eyebrow quirks, glittering amusement dancing across Tendou’s face, “Are you… are you having trouble performing, big guy?”

Semi almost chokes on his mouthful, and even Ushijima feels the tips of his ears flush red. “No,” he asserts with a frown. “She…” he pauses, unsure for the first time whether this might be a line that he’s crossing to reveal something so personal between the two of you.

It’s not like he hasn’t discussed sex with them before. He has an almost uncomfortable amount of knowledge regarding the girls the redhead has been with, and Semi is no better.

(Semi was actually far, far worse.)

And truth be told he’s never been shy to share his own exploits with his friends, either. You might be the first girl that Ushijima’s ever loved, but love is not a necessary requirement for sex. He ensured that his partners left satisfied and so did he, there wasn’t anything more to it than that.

But you mean something to him. You mean everything.

“She… wants to wait,” he says quietly. “She’s-”

Tendou’s red eyes widen, his face transforming into an expression of delighted surprise as he puts it all together. “She’s a virgin?!”

“Hey, dumbass,” Semi grunts, smacking his old friend over the back of his head, “you wanna say that a little louder? I don’t think the entire restaurant heard you.”

Tendou waves off his admonishment with a flick of his wrist, his attention firmly fixed on the ace. “So I was right then? You found yourself a cute, innocent little virgin for a girlfriend?”

Ushijima doesn’t reply, he doesn’t need to.

He can still remember the scared look on your face the first time you stopped him, the way your hands shook and your pretty eyes filled with tears as you explained. Did you truly believe he would leave you over something as simple as that?

While he might have been… somewhat disappointed, he understood. He loves you, he’s known that for a while. He could be patient, wait for you to become accustomed to him, wait for you to get over your fears and apprehension.

Not that you make it easy for him. He knows you aren’t teasing him on purpose with low cut dresses and too short skirts, cuddling close in bed at night just so you can grind your ass against the swell of his cock, you’re too innocent for such things.

But that doesn’t make it any easier to ignore the heat that pools in his gut, the stirrings of desire and twitch of his cock every time you bend over in front of him and he’s rewarded with a perfect view. He’s lost count of the number of times he’s had to excuse himself to the bathroom, bracing himself against the wall, bent over and fisting his cock to the mental image of you spread out naked, desperate and begging before him.

“Wait, wait, hold up. I’m still a bit ticked off that you’ve been dating this girl for months and managed to hide her from me, your very best friend. I wanna see pics!”

Ushijima exhales, “You will meet her tomorrow-”

But it’s a fruitless endeavour, as Semi’s already scrolling through his phone to pull up your social media. Dutifully he passes it across the table, and Ushijima can only watch as Tendou’s eyes widen and a wicked grin creeps across his face.

“You, my big, beautiful, brawny friend, have the patience of a saint. My condolences.”

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He meets you the very next day, and there’s a strange feeling in Ushijima’s chest as he watches you collapse into a fit of giggles at Tendou’s joke, the redhead’s arm slung casually over your shoulders.

He’s pleased that you get along with his old friends, it’s not something he’s ever had to concern himself with with his previous partners. They were nothing more than blips on a radar - not necessarily one night stands, but hardly worth introducing to the people who matter most to Ushijima.

Yet he can’t help but linger on Tendou’s comment from the night before.

You hadn’t told him that you were waiting for marriage. It wasn’t a religious vow you’d taken. It was just that you weren’t ready for sex yet. You asked for time.

And he’d understood. Your relationship was new, and he supposed that for your first time he was perhaps intimidating. You were shy. Nervous.

It was to be expected.

But hasn’t he proven by now that he can be gentle? That he loves you, and he has absolutely no intention of leaving you? You’re the only one he wants to be with - the only one he’ll ever want to be with. If you’re waiting for the right ‘one’ to lose your virginity to, what more does he have to do to convince you that he’s it?

Which makes him consider, watching you smile at him as you duck into his kitchen to grab some more snacks, whether you might not be as invested in this relationship as he is.

He doesn’t doubt that you love him, but even as you sidle up beside him, letting him tuck you to his side where you belong, he can’t help but question whether the true reason you haven’t allowed him to take you as he wants is because you’re still under the assumption that your relationship has an expiration date.

The thought doesn’t sit well with him.

Sex is separate from love, Ushijima knows that, but he’s also firmly of the belief that it can be an act of intimacy, an expression of love deeper than words or other actions can convey. He wants to feel that with you.

He wants to watch you writhing beneath him, your pussy squeezing around his cock, milking it for all it’s worth, lost in the ecstasy that only he can bring you.

He wants to know what sounds you’ll make, what pretty moans and gasps he can draw out from you as he fucks you within an inch of your sanity.

He wants to look in your eyes the first time he makes you cum, wants to take his time, to kiss you slowly, baptise you in pleasure and watch as you surrender yourself completely to the love he has for you.

Ushijima doesn’t have time to waste on romantic flings and relationships that will go nowhere. You are his future, so it does not make sense for you to keep holding yourself back where sex is concerned.

The sound of your laugh breaks through Ushijima’s musing and he’s pulled back to the present as you recount the story of how the two of you met to the redhead. He’s told Tendou before, but somehow the way you tell it made it sound better. You paint him in a better light, make yourself out to be the awkward one, stumbling over your apologies when it was his fault that you’d tripped in the first place.

You don’t have a clue about the weeks leading up to that moment, but it hardly matters. He’s content merely just to listen as you speak, your cheeks warming, long lashes fluttering as you glance up at him with that gentle smile of yours.

He loves you.

Across from the both of you, he catches the pointed look in Tendou’s eye-

It will be good for the both of you.

-and comes to a decision.

Unsurprisingly, the redhead just grins brightly when Ushijima corners him shortly afterwards, telling him that he will have to find somewhere else to stay for the night.

“No worries, I can crash at Semisemi’s,” he sings, rocking up onto the balls of his feet. “You two need your space, I get that.”

Ushijima nods, turning to leave, only for Tendou to reach out and stop him. “Yes?”

“You know, I kinda like her, Ushiwaka. Think she’ll be good for you, so try not to break her in two tonight, yeah?”

He frowns at the comment, causing Tendou to break into a fit of laughter.

By now, he should be used to his friend’s ribbing, but the thought of hurting you even as a joke doesn’t sit well with the ace.

To his credit, Tendou plays his role well. You all but beg him to stay for dinner, but he just mournfully shakes his head, sighing about Eita twisting his arm and forcing him to go watch him and his band play at some local bar.

And then, it’s just the two of you.

In hindsight, perhaps he should have put more effort into making this romantic for you. He’s never had to try with things like that before. He should have cooked dinner, and maybe considered candles and roses, or even music.

Instead, you order takeout and eat it sprawled across Ushijima’s lap, and he cannot find it within himself to mind. The most mundane activities are made better simply for you being by his side, he’s found.

He waits, fingers casually stroking along your arm as you curl up to his side to watch something on TV. You seem to be enjoying it, if the giggles that spill from your lips are anything to go by, but Ushijima finds himself distracted by the gnawing feeling deep in the pit of his stomach, an eagerness that has him twitching to act.

It doesn’t help that he’s all too aware of the softness of your body pressing against his.

But he won’t have your first time together be on his living room couch, of all places. He has enough patience to wait for weariness to set in, and when you yawn trying to muffle it against his shoulder, Ushijima almost smiles. “Why don’t we go to bed?”

You nod, and he presses a gentle kiss to your hair before helping you up.

He knows that you like to shower before sleeping, and while there’s a voice in his head that whispers for him to go and join you, Ushijima simply strips out of his clothes, sits on the edge of his bed and waits.

When you emerge from the steam, smelling faintly of the vanilla and citrus body wash he’d bought after the first night you’d stayed over, he stiffens. Instead of your usual sleeping attire (an old tee-shirt and a pair of sleep shorts) you’re clad solely in one of his fluffy towels, hair still damp, skin glistening with stray droplets of water.

“Hey, sorry I forgot my-” you pause, words trailing off as you take in the sight of your boyfriend, utterly naked. For a split second, you freeze in place, eyes wide and lips softly parted, like a deer caught in headlights.

And then, just as Ushijima moves to stand, you snap out of it.

“Oh my god!” you cry, whirling around and clutching the knot of your towel, hiding yourself from his view and burying your face in your hands. “I-I’m sorry!”

It’s rather adorable how flustered you get by something as natural as nakedness.

“Why wou- you know what, nevermind. I…uh, I forgot my clothes, they’re just on my bag I think, could you, um- could you please pass them to me?”

He spies them, folded neatly on the top of the overnight bag you’d packed. Instead, he reaches out to take your hand and gently tug you back towards him.

“Wakatoshi, what are you-” but your surprised protests are swallowed up as he leans down to kiss you. Yet instead of softening to his touch, allowing him to take the lead as he usually does, you stiffen in his arms, your hands finding their way to his bare chest, trying to push him away.

“Toshi, just- just stop for a second, please?” you gasp, managing to extricate yourself from the kiss.

That won’t do.

He has to be gentle with you, but with anticipation coiling in his gut, his cock stirring at the thought of your almost naked body pressed against his, it’s easy for him to forget his strength as he rids you of the offending material, bends down and hefts you up into his arms.

“Shh, little one,” he says, ignoring your shouts as he takes the three steps over to his bed so he can lay you down. “I know you’re scared, but you have no need to be. I won’t hurt you. I’m going to make us both feel good, I promise.”

He bestows another kiss against your forehead as he climbs over your trembling frame.

“Babe… Toshi, please- I-I’m not, I don’t-” your eyes are wide and filling with tears and you’re shaking your head - it fills him with a flicker of unease, but he knows deep down that this is just temporary.

You need this as much as he does, and once he shows you how wonderful he can make you feel, you’ll thank him.

Cradling your cheek with one large hand, he tries to tell you as much.

But your breath is coming in quick pants, your terrified eyes darting past his broad frame as if you’re trying to look for an escape route while pleas and whimpers spill almost incoherently from your lips, and he realises that words won’t be enough.

He’ll just have to show you.

“I love you,” he murmurs, kissing you once more before turning his attention to the rest of your body. It’s not the first time he’s seen you bared, of course, but it is the first time he’s been allowed the luxury of taking his time to enjoy it.

Your whimpers are soft and distressed as his lips trail down the column of your throat, resisting the urge to nip and suck at the tender skin, and you squirm under him when his mouth finds your breasts. The sounds you make for him, your choked little gasps only feed the pit of hunger deep inside of him. You must be able to feel his cock, big and thick, rutting up against your stomach, leaving a shining trail of oozing pre-cum across your skin as he busies himself playing with your tits.

They’re soft and pillowy, just the perfect size for his hands to grasp and knead, and the way that you keen for him, jerking a little when he sucks a nipple into his mouth and laves his tongue over the pebbling bud is utterly captivating. You’re so caught up in the attention he’s paying to your chest that you miss the hand that trails down your side, snaking between your trembling thighs.

At least until long, thick digits swipe along your folds.

Like a frightened little rabbit, your eyes widen and you jolt into action. “Wakatoshi, stop!” you cry, hands finding his chest once more to try and push him off of you, your legs kicking out uselessly beneath him.

His expression softens, his thumb sweeping against your thigh in what he hopes is a reassuring manner. “Shh, it’s okay. I need to prepare you to take me, otherwise it will hurt.”

If anything, your expression only becomes more panicked. “No, no, no, no-”

“Let me take care of my girl. You’ll feel good,” he murmurs, and already his fingers are sliding back to your pussy. You’re not as wet as he’d like, but it’s no matter, as his thumb finds your clit, his other fingers returning to tease at your entrance.

The soft little moan you try and fail to bite back as one finger slides inside of you sends a rush of blood straight to his cock. It twitches and throbs, aching for relief and perhaps if you were anybody else, he might throw caution to the wind and fuck you right then and there, regardless of whether you were ready or not.

But as you shiver, gasping as he curls the thick digit inside of you, he’s reminded that he needs to have patience. You are not worth rushing, and despite the feral beast inside of him that’s snapping and snarling to sink into your heat, he wants to savour this.

You only get one first time, and he’s determined to make yours unforgettable.

“That’s just one finger,” he tells you, his thumb circling your clit in slow, steady movements. “You’re going to take three before I can fuck you properly, understand?”

He doesn’t want to break you in half, after all.

You still writhe beneath him, shaking and jolting as he teases your shining pearl and coaxes your pussy into accepting another finger, and when he lowers his mouth back to your tits to add to the pleasure building inside of you, a sob bursts free.

“Please- please, Toshi!”

A third finger prods at your entrance-

“Please don’t!”

He almost winces at the sharp hiss of pain that escapes you, but he reassures himself that it will only be for a moment. The stretch and burn will give way to pleasure as he fucks them into you slowly. Your pussy is so warm, so tight, sucking the digits in deeper and when rough fingertips brush against a particular spot on your walls and you cry out, Ushijima allows a small, adoring smile to cross his face.

“Good girl,” he purrs, quickening his pace.

You’ve always been so beautiful to him, but when you cum for him that first time, face flushed and dewy, bottom lip caught between your teeth as you try not to scream in pleasure, he doesn’t think there’s anything on earth that could possibly compare.

The same could be said about the way you taste, he thinks, greedily sucking your juices off of his fingers.

“Wakatoshi,” you beg, lying spent across his bed still reeling from the afterglow of your orgasm as he slides your thighs further apart so he can settle between them. He grunts a little as he wraps his hand around his flushed cock and guides it to your sopping entrance, marvelling at the way you shiver and mewl when he nudges it against your oversensitive clit.

Olive eyes find yours, and he cannot resist leaning down to claim your lips once more as he sinks slowly inside of you.

The sound that escapes him is deep and guttural, but the feel of your warm pussy clenching around his throbbing cock is simply heaven, and he almost - almost - loses control.

Forcing his eyes open, he watches your face as you take his cock, feeling every vein and ridge stretch you out, the pained whimpers that slip from behind clenched teeth. He knows that he’s bigger than average, that his girth is impressive and that even with his foreplay you’re still squeezing around him like a vice, but he forces himself to take it slow, to allow you the time to adjust.

He almost starts when you reach out to grab him, fingers painfully sinking into the muscles of his forearm as you fight off another wave of tears, so he pauses for a beat, peppering your face with more kisses. “You’re doing so well for me, such a good girl.”

When your grip eases, he resumes moving, drawing his hips back and trying not to curse at the friction your slick walls are creating.

“I love you,” he grunts, “so much.”

And then he rocks his hips forward - steadily, filling you up again, allowing you to get used to his girth. He kisses you, trails rough fingertips gently along your skin, teases you finding all the sensitive spots that make you moan for him.

Gradually, he feels you relax around him.

The obscene sounds of his cock sliding in and out of you, the rhythmic slap of skin against skin is drowned out by your soft whines and pants as Ushijima slowly picks up the pace. He fucks you deeply, but not roughly, taking care not to hurt you anymore than necessary.

It’s slow and sensual - your body can’t help but respond to his ministrations, and when you clench around him, sucking him deeper Ushijima can’t help but groan, feeling the tight coil of heat in his core burn as pleasure ripples through him.

He wants more. Needs it.

Ushijima’s hands wrap around your thighs, easing them back towards your chest so that your ankles fall over his broad shoulders. He kisses at your calf when confusion flickers across your face, but doesn’t offer any explanation as he snaps his hips forward once more. The choked scream that leaves your lips is beautiful, but he can barely focus on that when he finally bottoms out, his balls slapping against your ass as another hoarse groan leaves him.

He promised himself that he would be gentle with you, but as your velvety walls quiver and convulse around him and your lips fall open in another soundless scream as your second orgasm hits, he’s not entirely sure that he’ll be able to keep that promise.

There’s a tightening in his balls and he can feel the tether he has on his control fraying little by little as you moan for him, your hips rocking up to meet his fervent thrusts. You’re beautiful, perfect, and he’s losing himself to the feeling of being buried inside of you. It’s indescribable, the way your pussy’s fluttering around him, clenching and pulsing, kissing his cock with sweltering heat - it feels like the very edges of his sanity are blurring as he fucks himself deeper inside of you, his cockhead hitting your cervix with every thrust. He wants to cum, wants to fill you up with his thick load again and again and again, wants you so full it’s leaking out of you-

It won’t be enough, it’ll never be enough.

He loves you, and Ushijima won’t ever be satisfied again without the feeling of your pussy wrapped around him, milking him for every drop that he’s worth.

#yandere haikyuu #yandere ushijima wakatoshi #yandere ushijima x reader #yandere ushijima #yandere ushijima wakatoshi x reader #tw non con #virgin reader

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dameronology · 3 years

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it's no use, i just do {bucky barnes}

'if i just wanted someone to hold, then really anyone would do/i'd close my eyes and really try not to turn them into you, but it's no use, i just love you' - no use i just do, hayley williams

(a.k.a: the one where bucky needs a hug, but specifically from you)

eugh more bucky stuff from my drafts? yes. i think so. truth be told, I started writing this like 3 months ago (whenever flowers for vases came out) but it's been sat collecting dust. enjoy :-)

- jazz xx

p.s this is spoiler free!

The nights were always hardest for Bucky Barnes.

The dark always reminded him of the furthest corners of his mind; the ones holding his worst memories, skeletons collecting dust, rotting away until he forgot about them completely or forced them out with intensive therapy. Both were options that he was completely dreading - so he forced them down, forced them to the back and did everything within his power to ignore. It was easy enough during the day, when he was surrounded by his friends, occupied by work and the buzz of New York City.

Then the sun went away, and with the rising of the moon came the echoes and ghosts of Winter Soldier's past. Thanks to the likes of Netflix and YouTube, the modern world was filled with enough things to distract Bucky from the grips of his own mind. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't.

And tonight was one of the nights where it didn't. Every time he shut his eyes - squeezed them shut and gripped onto his thin blankets like a flimsy anchor to the present - he got flashbacks. Reminders of the things he'd done and the people he'd hurt. They always had the same look in their eyes, whenever they flashed into his mind. He couldn't see it then, but now he could feel again, he knew it was fear. The same look he had in his eyes every time he was clamped into a chair and forced to have the last remaining ounce of his humanity wiped.

Bucky's hold-ups about his feelings for you seemed almost comical compared to the problems he dealt with then. But he could feel more now, which meant his brain was so hyperaware of every little thing he felt for you; love, attachment, fear. All things that were enough to send him into a spiral, even if the feeling of your arms around him and lips meshed against his was the first reminder of his humanity since nineteen-forty-fucking-five.

Distance had felt like the answer. Cutting you out completely and acting like he hadn't fallen into your bed every night for six months seeking comfort. It was kind of a dick move, but it was one you understood. Actually, no, it wasn't, because you didn't understand a single thing the man ever fucking did. That's probably why you'd let him go so easily - people came and went. Maybe he was just supposed to be the latter.

How was it going, you ask? Given that Bucky had elbowed his way into your apartment complex at 3AM and was pacing outside your front door - pretty fucking terribly. Normally, he wasn't that bad at resisting the urge to seek you out, but tonight had been hard. Too hard. His hands were still shaking, shirt still sticking to his back with sweat. The nightmares had been...visual, to say the least. He felt like a monster, and you were the only person he trusted enough to convince him otherwise.

"Hey, dumbass. I have a Ring doorbell - what the fuck are you doing out there?"

Bucky jumped at the sound of your voice. Technology: 1. Barnes: 0.

The front door swung open, revealing a tired-looking you. Your hair was pushed back off your face, large nightshirt swamping your body. He knew you got mad when your beauty sleep was interrupted, but you got even madder when he suffered in silence.

"I..." Bucky trailed off.

"Nightmares. I know." You stepped aside. "Come in."

You didn't push any further, or berate him for his radio silence over the last few weeks. He was grateful for that. You were the only person who didn't ask so many questions all the time. Bucky didn't mind talking, but recounting his entire life story to Sam Wilson whilst they drove to Walmart wasn't his idea of fun.

Your apartment still felt homier than his. The walls were covered in photos of you and your friends and family, and shitty little drawings done by your various, younger relatives. Your fridge had postcards and letters hung on it, and there was clutter all over the kitchen counter. The thousands of pillows piled high on your sofa were practically a safe haven. There was a soft scent of vanilla hanging in the air from all your little diffusers, making him smile slightly.

"You got new curtains?" Bucky helplessly pointed to your window.

"How very observant of you." You placed a hand on his arm as you brushed past him. "What's going on, Buck?"

"With my life, or just tonight?"

"I don't think we have time for the first one." You fell onto the sofa. "Sit."

He took a seat beside you; not on you, but close enough so that your knees were touching. "Every time I close my eyes, I remember."

"That wasn't you." You gently reminded him, reaching out to push his hair back. "Not then and not now."

"I still did it though." He held his hands out in front of him. "These are the hands that killed innocent people. This is the brain that felt no empathy or remorse."

"No." You firmly said. "Those are the hands that fought in Wakanda, for the good fight. This is the brain that comes up with the worst jokes I've ever heard and regularly forgets to buy toilet roll."

His blue eyes wavered from the floor, capturing your gaze. He suddenly fell back against you, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his head in your chest. Everybody else went out their way to make him seem like a monster or a saint - but you? You just made him seem like a human. There wasn't a single perfect one of those. Steve Rogers probably came close, but he was a fucking terrible driver.

"I..." Bucky trailed off. He knew what he wanted to say. Just didn't have the courage to verbalise it. "I appreciate you."

"I know." You murmured, carding a hand through his hair.

Bucky had gone to therapy. He'd taken up exercise (and boxercise and jazzercise) and yoga. He'd tried those stupid fucking cleansing smoothies that his neighbour had sold him - at the time, he had yet been introduced to the idea of multilevel marketing schemes - and gone to meditation classes. None of it worked. Not for a single second.

Then you came in the picture, and he began to see colour etched into the edges of an otherwise black and white world. Where there had been nightmares and flashbacks, he'd found a peaceful night's sleep and pleasant dreams (normally of you, truth be told). The simplicity of it was what made it so complex - because he didn't understand it. Couldn't get his head around the fact that you actually, genuinely wanted to help him.

And he knew it wasn't just your touch or the softness of your skin against his. He'd tried it - sleeping with strangers and staying around the morning after to cuddle. Anything to find human contact with the emotion and the commitment; the very two components that were the secret ingredients to the two of you working so fucking nicely.

"Thank you." Bucky murmured.

"For what?"

"For just..." He glanced up at you, blue eyes holding an emotion you couldn't quite place, "treating me like everyone else. Like a normal person."

"You are a normal person." You softly smiled. "Maybe with a little more baggage, but to the right person, that won't matter."

"Does it matter to you?"

"That's a trap." You thinned your eyes at him. "But no, it doesn't."

He tightened his grip on you, the fear and anxiety draining from his soul. He knew now more than ever that the comfort didn't come from the way he was being held, or the way he was being spoken to. It was who was holding him, and who was speaking to him. You came out on top, every time.

That was why it worked.

It was you. And there was nothing he could do about it.

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pufflocks · 3 years

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hi bestie! here's a concept for u: think about sitting in arans lap after taking an (eventful) shower after practice. his skin warm against yours and the towel hanging loose around his hips does nothing to stop his bulge from pressing into yours. his kisses are slow and purposeful, sucking on your chest and neck while you apply product to his damp hair, massaging his scalp in that circular motion he likes. it's soft and intimate how you crane your head to get a better look at his scalp, brushing down and around in a clockwise motion a couple times until the waves curl in on themselves and he's looking dashingly handsome per usual.

"gonna put the duey on too?" he grins and you humm in reply. confirming his assumption when you lean in to press a kiss to his plump lips, simultaneously tugging the baby blue silk material off his desk. you secure it to his head with ease and slide your fingers along the seams to ensure the fabric doesn't press into his forehead while he sleeps. "there. all good" you whisper.

arans lovestruck smile is blinding, he looks at you with dark, hooded eyes that unleash butterflies in your abdomen. then a pulse of wanting warms you from the inside out when he rasps "mmm, thank you prince"

Summary: When- when I say I look dumb ash smiling hella hard in my bed- I say that with the highest confidence cuz. ✌🏽😛 I dont think yall understand but Aran is literally a fucking- *bangs on the mf table* BLACK GOD— lemme do this before I bust a nut in these damn pants. Also I love yo ass for this. ❤💙💛 { Hope you don't mind I got carried away. This req might make me do a part 2. 🚶🏽‍♂️}

Warnings: NSFW • Aran being fine ash • proof read

Cast: Bottom!M!Reader! X Aran Ojiro

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Steam clouded shower windows with two intimate silhouettes crossing eachother. Coming for the second time is when your mind started o slip into something darker than your own lust. You draw your body closer to the chest of your lover, Aran, as his heavy hands squeeze near your rigid hip bones as if it was routine.

In an hushed voice to your ear, "So out in the open for me, sweets." He smirked when you turned to plant a messy kiss under his jaw. Not meaning to linger longer than you need to.

Due to everything basically falling in slow motion, breathing felt more difficult as you felt him pulsate inside of you. Ugh, his girth was most definitely something you favored.

Anything that required moving felt hard, though. How could he be conscious while you were barely on your own feet ? God complex anyone would think, honestly.

Minutes passing while your heart sped up for the umpth time as you felt your orgasm come in reach. Not even a break ? You could only guess he was still pumped with adrenaline from the winning game earlier.

He hit the finishing touch to the ball as the audience roared with excitement and cheer. He deserved it. And as the greedy and lovestruck thing he was, he also thought he deserved some shower sex from his favorite person. You.

"Baby- g- Mm-! Gonna cum, bae. Fuck !" He held you close as though someone would take you from him. Broad shoulders hunching over as he jerked you off under lukewarm water.

He mumbled a, "Come on baby boy.. Come on daddy and show me how much I deserve this tight ass." That sent you over the moon immediately, having you shooting a quivering load. Breath racked in your lungs and head thrown back as your curled in closer to the much bigger body. "There you go. Good boy. Fuck, such a perfect lil' thing." Ending the sex with tender kisses to his lovers back.

He did deserve it.

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After a long while, you both made yourselves present in his room. Aran not even bothering to adjust the towel around his hips considering the light bulge he had underneath rudely pressing against your own.

"I love you so much Y/N." He started with purposeful kisses occasionally giving your ass a firm, but a gentle stroke of his enlarged hands. He loved you alright. He couldn't stop himself from nipping at your warm wet skin on your chest to your neck. The hickies already looking as red as a rose in spring. You doubt he would apologize for them since he enjoyed hearing you complain in the morning.

"I love you too. Too much.." You were in sync with his body language and movement. Had you not drawn yourself back, you probably would have had him have his way with you again. That sounded pleasant to the ears though you both needed rest.

"Give me the comb and oil bottle." Your boyfriend stopped his idle ministrations and quirked and eyebrow at you.

"Give you what ?" He waited for a response before you giving him a playful eye roll.

"Please. Please give me the comb and oil. Stop play with me, Aran." You said. He stifled his laugh as you were handed the comb. Soft stroking his head with it as you crane your head to get a different angles at a specific area. His hair was one of the things he cherished secretly so you and some other family members were only aloud to touch it.

A minute later or so you realized his eyes were lingering near your chest down to your idle member. "Feel good ?" You whispered. Scooting yourself closer to his body.

"Yeah. S' good to me, baby boy. Thank you." He murmured. The movement to hug your waist nearly made you drop the oil bottle out of your hand.

He sat up straight to look up at you only to give you a lingering smooches to your jaw. "Gonna put the duey on ?" He asked. You hummed. Raising your shoulders a bit from the ticklish sensation he was giving you to your jaw.

"So sensitive." He poked your sides making you jump, while in the process of grabbing his silky baby blue durag from his desk.

"Stop before I choke you with this string, boy." You giggled. He snickered. Not funny.

"You wouldn't." He pestered on. You would, but you weren't in the mood to act goofy after kickass shower sex.

He started to trace his fingers under your towel, rubbing on your thighs while you were at work putting on the duey. It was silent in the room besides him humming every now and then some songs.

"Done, you look sexier now." You kissed his forehead as you smoothed your hand over his head. He smiled then his face turned into confusion.

"I wasn't sexy before ?" He said chuckling. It was cute and funny how your day started with a win of a your boyfriend's game, then ending in you both in his room giggling and cackling like dumbasses.

"You are ! But this baby blue on yo big ass head gonna make me bust one. Stay safe." You chuckled lightly as you pulled away from him. Finally standing on your own legs on the cold wooden floor. The water on both of your bodies dried up now aswell.

"'M finna put on some clothes. It's cold in here." Before you could even step closer to the dresser he grabbed you by your waist. The both of you falling into the plush bed as he made quick ministrations to cover you both in blankets and his sheets. The towels you both had around your bodies long forgotton.

"You are literally something." You mumbled scooting closer to his warm chest. Having a slightly bigger person to cuddle with was always a blessing and he took that role with a smile.

"I may be something, but I'm your something and you're my prince." So sappy. He planted a kiss to your temple. You hummed in appreciation as you placed chaste kisses to his chest and underside his clipped beard.

"Sleepy now.." you said. Yawning felt really good at the moment. Letting your eyes hang low and mind rest fully. Aran held you closer to his chest as he brushed back any hair from your forehead.

"Go to sleep my prince. You deserve it." He murmured laying the final kiss to your upper eye lid. You don't know what you did to deserve it, but knowing how humble and forgiving your man is, you might have deserved it at this point if he said something.

Yes.. Yes.

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yandere-sins · 3 years

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i just binged-read all of your BNHA works and omg... 🥲 you don’t understand the rollercoaster of emotions i just went through! can i please request a story of Kirishima noticing that Bakugou has a crush on his darling. then when Kirishima confronts Bakugou about it, things get heated/physical? keep up the good work, i love your writings! 🥰💗

Thank you so much for reading through them, I am so glad you enjoyed them! :D And thanks for requesting ♥

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“I don’t fucking know either!”

Loud. Terribly loud were the two voices shouting at each other in your room, the little bit of safe haven you owned, entirely disrupted by the two men arguing. It was only made worse by the fact that they were arguing about you rather than anything else, their attention involuntarily always coming back to you after every sentence.

You had long ducked away, slipped into the area between the wall and your bed, the only place you had claimed as yours ever since you were forced to live here. It was barely spacious enough for you to breathe in, but it was too small to force you out of as well, which you always appreciated. On most days, Kirishima would treat you kindly and with a strange understanding despite the situation and relationship you two had.

But just as quickly did his mood change, his tendencies to demand more than you were willing to give being a constant point of stress between you two. Hiding yourself back here was the closest to some privacy you had, and now than ever, you just wanted to disappear from this pitiful existence. You didn’t even want to hear about what they were talking, let alone witness how the conversation would go.

“Fuck,” Bakugou groaned loudly, rubbing his hands over his face. “Of all the people...”

“Yes. Of all the people, it just had to be my partner you fell in love with,” Kirishima hissed back, equally angered. You couldn’t even pinpoint for how long the two had been discussing this topic, but it left a bad taste in everyone’s mouth, as it seemed. Sighing quietly as to not draw more attention to you, you buried your head in your knees.

For the longest time, you had believed those two were good people. Sure, Bakugou was a hot-headed bastard sometimes, but together with Kirishima, who shone with his kindness, you three always had a lot of fun. When Kiri confessed to you, you had been so happy! What you thought was love probably was more like a deep friendship, but you didn’t say ‘no’ and went out with him.

But then the craziness started. It was subtle at first, and you confided in Bakugou, who told you, you were just imagining things. No one seemed to notice how Kirishima started to polarize your time constantly, how, when he wanted cuddles, he simply pulled you into an embrace even if you didn’t want to. How every problem was solved with ‘Just don’t go there anymore, you can stay here! I’ll take care of everything!’

You very quickly found out you had been wrong both with him being a good person and you being in love with him. But then, of all people, he still allowed Bakugou to come over! Where he kept you locked in his apartment all day while he played hero outside, he still allowed your friend to visit whenever. Seeing that Bakugou was not going to help you, no matter how much you pleaded with him to save you, broke your heart. It completely shattered you.

Honestly, you wanted to believe that you three had been friends once, but whatever happened to make the two into what they were now, it scared you. It frightened you so much that you barely slept at night, rarely managed to eat more than two spoons of your food, and rendered you unable to focus on anything if not ensuring you were safe when things got too much to bear. And now, your body shaking more than ever, you had to witness how even Bakugou seemed to have changed sides, and that scared you even more.

You thought he was just loyal to his friend by refusing to help you, but by god, he was the same as that maniac Kirishima.

“Look, I didn’t choose that either! But you knew I liked them way before you confessed!”

At that, Kirishima only clicked his tongue, unable to say anything in return to counter this claim. So it was right, Bakugou had liked you all along. All these things about Kirishima’s and your love life must have been so painful for him to listen to in this case. However, right then, as you overheard their conversation unwillingly, you didn’t feel bad for him even a second.

“I wish it was anyone else, but it’s them!”

“Well, are you sure?” Kirishima grumbled, and you kind of understood Bakugou’s frustration as his friend didn’t seem to want to hear the truth. “Yes, I am damn sure!”

“If that’s the case...” Kirishima sighed before you heard steps drawing closer. “[Name]? Can you come out? You know it’s rude not to show your cute face to our guest.”

Even if he spoke his words in a sugary voice, nothing about Kirishima could calm you. Slowly looking up at him again, you saw him reach his hand out to you, knowing fully well that he couldn’t get you out of that gap even if he probably wanted. The mood in the room was tense and full of heated tempers. Their back and forth had only made everything more awkward and uncomfortable as it already was for you.

Inwardly, you wanted nothing more than to stay in your hideout, hoping it would all quickly pass, but crossing Bakugou’s gaze briefly, you saw his brows only furrow more, and you wagered if taking Kirishima’s offer was better as long as he still asked nicely before either of them would lose their patience with you, too.

Slipping out of the space without taking his help, it wasn’t long before Kirishima picked you up anyway. The man had as much understanding about boundaries as you had about what even was wrong with him. He sat you down in his lap on the couch, waving Bakugou over, who reluctantly took a seat on the furthest armrest from you.

“Tell him, [Name]. You love me, right? You want to be with me, right?”

Opening your mouth, you wanted to protest, but Bakugou stole the words from you before you could talk.

“Bullshit! They’ve always been complaining because you suck at being a boyfriend! They could do so much better and be with me, right [Name]? Tell that idiot!”

You felt like a dog, with both owners screaming at their furbaby to chose them and go to the one it likes more.

Their back-and-forth continued, Kirishima swearing his love to you up and down while Bakugou praised his abilities to be better in... every way. Kirishima liked to remind you how much ‘fun’ you two had together and how much he did and would do for you in the future. Bakugou liked to argue with his friend, using insults and belittling comments about his plans. Neither made a very good impression, and their voices rose to a volume again, making you wish you had earplugs to drown out at least a little bit of their shouting.

Instead, you lifted your hands to your ears, cupping them as to drown out the sounds, hoping it was over soon. Why couldn’t they both leave you alone? Why did you have to end up in this situation, not once, but twice? Why did the two best friends you had turned out to be this crazy? Crazy about you?

There still were so many questions to be answered, and you curled into yourself as you spiraled down into overthinking everything that happened. From regrets you had, to disbelieve you still harbored, to the despair you felt as you couldn’t pinpoint when this nightmare would end.

You were so inside your own head, you didn’t notice how their voices slowly calmed down, their hearts breaking as they saw you so overwhelmed by the situation. Kirishima and Bakugou exchanged a few glances, and even in Bakugou’s serious and furious expression, there were hints of worries to find that only his friends could discern.

“How about you move in with us... and maybe they can make a decision then. Not that I’d just give them to you, but I can’t watch them being sad about us fighting. You always meant a lot to us.”

Huffing, Bakugou turned his head away, hiding the flustered red spreading on his cheeks. “I won’t share with you, you Dumbass! They’re mine. They love me much more than you freak!”

“Doubt it,” Kirishima chuckled as he brought his hand to your head, brushing over it comfortingly. He had never been afraid to say his opinion openly, a trait you had always found remarkable and remarkable stupid at the same time. “Whatever,” Bakugou grunted, standing up before storming out of the door without another word of goodbye, Kirishima sighing before he pulled you close.

“I hope this makes you happy,” he mumbled, not even knowing you weren’t listening anymore. “I’d do anything if it makes you happy.”

By the evening, a new roommate was sharing the apartment with you and Kirishima. They didn’t talk, neither at dinner nor before or after that. You didn’t mind the silence, but you did mind having to hold one hand of each as they decided to watch a movie, ever so often squeezing to gain your attention and giving you grins when you looked at them. As if that equaled making a decision which you liked better, just because they had a few seconds of your attention.

But even worse were the changes. The first thing Bakugou did was move the bed. Your hideout was no longer as he decided you didn’t need it. And where you had struggled to keep Kiri from you, you now were too scared to shove away Bakugou. Perhaps, you really had it nice with Kirishima. You pondered about it all night as you were squeezed between them, their arguing going deep into the early hours before they fell asleep, snoring away into your ears.

Would it have been easier if you had just chosen one of them?

Or would it be fatal to ever choose between them?

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