#soap : O////O wh-what?

[natelia-aldelliz]

"What if I fade?"

Soap lifts his head from his journal, looking up at Roach who is eerily floating near the ceiling. The slow movements almost make him look like he's in water. Kind of ironic given the way he died.

"What do you mean?" he asks, confused.

"What if I move on, what if I disappear," Roach elaborates, refusing to meet his eye. "Not everyone is a ghost, right? We'd be overly crowded. The fact that we're not also means that not every ghost stays."

Soap forces his dry throat to swallow. He honestly didn't want to think about that. He still needs Roach, he probably always will, but he hasn't even told him that he - he takes a deep breath in to calm himself.

"I don't know how it works," he admits quietly, bouncing his leg absent-mindedly. "You're probably right, like most of the time. Even if I really want you to be wrong about that."

Roach finally looks towards him.

"Maybe I should move on," Roach whispers. "It's not healthy, Johnny. You have no idea the things I want, what I wish for, that I'll never get."

Soap doesn't stand up, just keeps staring into Roach's eyes.

"I think I might have an idea, actually," he whispers back. Roach flounders for a moment. Soap really wishes he didn't get that wrong. He's pretty sure Roach meant that he can't have Ghost, and he himself can't have Roach. So... It's pretty similar.

"I've been feeling less like myself recently," Roach insists, deciding to ignore that comment for now. "I find myself wishing one of you would die so I wouldn't be alone. I never thought like that before, I fear that I may have stayed too long, that I'm starting to lose myself."

And he looks scared. It's written on his features so clearly and it breaks Soap's heart.

"You're not alone," he swears. "I'm here with you, and I'll make sure you stay you, however I can."

Roach looks at him, examining his face, looking for... something. Whatever it is, he seems to have found it because he exhales through his nose like a very soft laugh and averts his eyes, almost... blushing? It's a bit hard to tell from the distance and his left cheek being covered in burns while his right is covered in freckles, but he's pretty sure his ears are red.

"You can't look at me like that, Johnny," he says almost coyly. "I can't do anything about it, it's not fair."

Soap's face is burning and his eyes are wide. Was he too obvious? Did Roach understand or is he joking?

They probably look stupid, both of them redder than a fire truck, avoiding the other's eyes, regretting their words. Or at least he supposes that it's what's happening, because he's sure not looking up.

"If it makes you feel better," Roach finally says, sounding like he's smiling, "you were right for once : I am right most of the time. Judging by your reaction, you did indeed have no idea what I want."

[elexaria]

i managed to indoctrinate one of my irls into soap mactavish supremacy and she agrees that soap would be a switch.

and its been on my mind how johnny would beg like a dog for pussy, like a good boy 🥺

NSFW — minors dni!!

(brief mention of a mommy kink LOL)

“yer killin’ me here,” johnny grumbles quietly as he watches you dress in front of him. thick, child bearing hips on display for the entire world to see as your hands reach up to mess your freshly curled hair. your quite literal little black dress made you look like a goddess, and it was killing your boyfriend with how hot you looked. “yer gunna be the death o’ me.”

“it’s only for a couple’a hours, johnny.” you coo, reaching down to cup his stubbled jaw in your soft hands, pressing a gentle kiss to the bridge of his nose. he whines, pouting like a lovestruck puppy from where he was sat on the edge of your bed.

it had been a few months since you last had a girl’s night out with your besties, when was the last time you got to let loose and have some fun with them? you loved johnny, but you reckon it’d do you some good to get out the house and let your hair down.

“see you later, babe.” you wave him goodbye, grabbing your keys as you make your way out. still moping around with a face like a slapped arse, john reluctantly lifts his hand to wave goodbye.

“see ye, hen.” he mutters quietly, still pouting.

a few hours pass, and you stumble through the front door with weak legs akin to a newborn fawn. “fuck,” you huff out as your toss your keys into the bowl by the front door, eager to kick off your heels and get out of the god forsaken tight confines of your dress.

the dress that really made the blood of passers by sing as their eyes bore into your cleavage spilling from the cups of the dress. how your thighs seemed to pool out underneath your weight as you sat down, tender skin just dying to be gawked at. it’s like you knew how good you looked.

“johnny—!” you sing aloud, pottering through your small apartment with your heels in hand. “joooohn— you asleep?” you hum, peeking into your bedroom. he wasn’t there.

“hmm. takin’ a dump or somethin’—“ you squint, taking a look over your shoulder to your en suite. nope, he wasn’t in there either.

“fucks sake, john william mactavish, where are you?” you whine out, chucking your shoes and bag down as you begin to attempt to reach around to unzip your dress. frustrated huffs and shouts erupt from your throat at your desperate pawing at the finicky little zip, dying to set yourself free.

“need help?” a voice leers from behind you, almost knocking all the air from your lungs as you squeak with surprise.

“yes—“ you murmur, throwing your head down as you shuffle back towards johnny. it felt like you were standing there for ages, just waiting for him to unzip your dress. confused, you turn around, eyebrows furrowed. “wh— what’s taking you so long?” you pout, cheeks flushed from your night out on the town.

and that’s when you see him, hungrily glaring down at you with those innocent blue puppy dog eyes that serve as a stark contrast to the anticipation that runs through his veins. his breathing is steep, you can hear the faint exhales as he continues to stare right through you. holding onto his thick forearm for support as you drunkenly sway side to side, your eyes widen as you spot it.

a thick, aching throb pressed so harshly against his grey sweatpants.

fuuuuuuck.

and then it all makes sense. his childish whining and pouting, the hesitation to unzip your dress. the poor scotsman is so hard, it’s teetering towards painful. unbeknownst to you, the poor thing was tight fistedly pumping at his furiously red cock, hunched over on the edge of the bed as soon as you left. thinking about how he’d die happily if you let him crawl over broken glass just to lap away at your gorgeous pussy, how he would die a proud man if you just let him worship you the way god intended when he put the two of you on earth as soulmates.

“oh… johnny,” you whisper out, a hand absentmindedly reaching low to gently graze the pads of your fingertips against the cockprint in his joggers. a hushed hiss is sucked through his teeth, his eyes narrowing at your touch. oh, how you relished in how he melted against your touch.

now, that wasn’t to say you didn’t love it when he was furiously rutting into you with his large hands splayed across the small of your waist, his thighs slamming into your voluptuous ass at a maddening pace.

“so… fuckin’… mmh— all mine, yeah? yer all mine, aye? say it, say yer all fuckin’ mine. fuck, lass— need ye to say it—“

“all.. yours— mmh—! fuck, love-“

but there was something about having johnny, your 6ft boyfriend with burly muscles and a thick scottish lilt, on his hands and knees begging for you to fuck him.

and this evening was no different.

with a wicked grin growing on your lips, you can’t help but push yourself onto him. “poor, poor baby. so hard, hmm?” you crooned as you stroke against his erection, his body shivering under your touch. he pouts once more, hands either side of your hips as he feels his cock stirring. your fat tits heave against his lean chest, eyes innocently blinking up at him as though you had no idea why he was so turned on. it’s just a little ol’ dress, after all.

“fuck, hen. yer— fuck,” he barely breathes out, trembling as your small hands press against his hard cock, making him whine even more. it turned him on even more as you grin up at him, knowing how wrapped around your finger he was. he would die for you without hesitation. even more so if he got the chance to fuck you one last time.

“use your big boy words, baby,” you hum, a frown on johnny’s lips as you pull away— leaving his poor cock twitching for more.

“please— let me fuck you— please-“ he chokes out as his hands reach down to squeeze and paw so lazily at the mounds of plump fat that drape so beautifully around your curvaceous body. his pleading is akin to a mantra, repeatedly rolling from his tongue like the most steadfast and devote man kneeled before the altar.

you swat his hands away from your body, chuckling as he winces with a childish pout. oh, this was gonna be fun. almost like clockwork, johnny falls to his knees— his messy head of hair burying against your groin as he presses kisses to your thighs. he can smell how delicious you taste, if only you’d let him lavish your flavours. still, he’s repeatedly begging like a dog for you.

“please, by all that's holy— I need a taste of ye so badly, bonnie lass."

his hands are desperately pawing at the roll of fat at the bottom of your ass, crooked fingers grazing the sensitive skin between your thighs. it makes you tense, feeling that bubbling anticipation that coils in your lower abdomen. you swear you can feel a bead of wetness slowly drip from your cunt already.

“baby,” you breathe out like a confession, your hands reaching down to gently hold his cheeks, thumbs rasping against his stubble like a timeless ritual. his puppy dog eyes are peering right up at you, now pleading wordlessly for you to just give in. to put him out of his misery. that look makes you almost cave in right then and there. how touch starved and desperate he looks on his knees, his fingers still shaking against your delicate skin.

with a nod, you gasp at how quick he is to pull you into his lap, panting like a dog in heat as he practically rips the zipper right off of your dress. you slap his hand, huffing with furrowed eyebrows. “careful! it’s new!” you whine out, splaying your chubby thighs out as you straddle your boyfriend.

like a dance as old as time, you suddenly find yourself bare against johnny, stifling your groans as you’re milking his aching cock with a tight fisted grip. his eyes are focused on your tits, how they jiggle with the maddening pace you’re pumping him with. he’s choking out, breathing in bounds and leaps as you keep on edging him so wonderfully.

“please— fuck, yer gonna—“ he grunts, his knuckles whitened as he grips your fat thighs so tightly, you know it’ll leave dark bruises when you both wake up.

you had a strict no touching rule when it came to his begging. he could look, but he couldn’t touch you.

he could watch at how the blood rushed to your perky nipples, tits swaying and heaving. his eyes could only longingly stare right at your drenched cunt, the dim lighting of your bedroom making your slicked folds all the more appealing to his hungry mouth.

“gunna…. cum—“ he pants out so needily, his hips furiously bucking up to meet your white fisted shafting. and just as you feel the muscles in his cock strain in your hand, churning ropes of cum from his swollen balls— you stop. johnny groans aloud, his lonely cock left twitching angrily.

“fucks sake, lass. please, am fuckin’ beggin’ here—“ he groans once more, head resting against your shoulder as he lazily presses kisses to your neck.

“please.. let me cum, i’ve been so good— waitin’ like a good boy. tried tae wank earlier but it wasnae the same—“

his words are like music to your ears. his fingers creep between your thighs once more, eager to touch you. all the air in your lungs evaporate as his calloused fingertip gently swipes against your swollen clit, your hands raking through his mohawk with a tightened grip. “fuck, johnny—“ you sigh out, allowing him to touch you after so long. “such’a… good— good boy for me—“

“aye. please, i need tae fuck ye so badly, lass. please— need ye to ride me—“ johnny sighs out, his aching member throbbing against his abdomen as he lets his fingers dip into your cunt, almost succumbing to an orgasm at the sensation of your thick, warm juices just running so deep inside of you. you needed him just as badly as he needed you, and it was very evident in how you grabbed his wrist, your other hand pushing him onto his back.

how beautiful did johnny sound as you slowly sank down onto his girthy cock, tears in his eyes as your cunt fluttered against his sensitive tip. “oh, fuck— fuck,” he gasps out, his big hands gripping onto your hips as you began to bounce so greedily on him, obscene wet skin slapping against each other echoing around the four walls of your bedroom.

“mommy needed this so badly,” you splutter out, your voice hoarse with pleasure as you let johnny rut up into you, frantically panting like a mad man whilst he reaches to thumb at your clit. “such a good boy, yeah? fuck, gunna—!”

and just like that, johnny growls as he feels your cunt tighten against him. with a loud mewl, you throw your head back as you’re pushed past the precipice of a gut wrenching orgasm— trickles of squirt spreading out over his happy trail as johnny continues to buck his hips up into you.

“gunna cum— oh, fuck—“ he cries out, eyes clenched shut as thick ropes of cum spill up inside of you, a sigh of unbridled relief escaping his lips. oh, it felt so good to finally cum— never mind the fact that he got to cum inside of you. he swore he could see stars as he let you ride out your high on his pulsating shaft, sucking air through his teeth as you both fall silent.

“jesus christ,” johnny groans out after what feels like forever, gently patting your hip with a boyish grin. “i meant what i said, ye know. yer gunna be the death o’ me.” he chuckles, sitting upright as he presses a gentle kiss to your lips. with a content sigh, you lean close, allowing him to wrap his arms around you to draw you closer.

“loved yer dress, by the way. couldn’t keep ma hands off’ae ye. hell, couldn’t keep ma hands off maself after ye left.”

what a charmer.

[skylarsblue]

✦Incorrect C.o.D Quotes✦

(Bros I'm so sorry, I've had the biggest fucking writer's block. I'm hoping some silly lil meme posts will make up for it until I can write something substantial, I'msosorry-)

Y/N: Some of us, I don’t wanna name names, give me a headache when they speak and its- Soap: Is it me?? Y/N: No. Graves: Is it me? Y/N: …it’s not Soap- --

Price: I’m gonna make you a soup. Gaz, delirious with the flu: I don’t wanna be a soup, Captain… Price: …right, how about I give you soup instead? Gaz: That’d be nicer. Price: Right. --

Soap: What the fuck knuckles is this? Valeria: *holding her hyper femme gf in her lap* She’s my girlfriend you intolerant shit. Soap: Whoa! Pump the hate brakes Fox & friends. I’m just surprised anyone would date you. Especially Pinkie Pie from My Little Pony. Y/N, on Valeria’s lap: You know that cartoon? Soap: No comment. Ghost: No, I think you should comment more, Johnny. Soap: NO. COMMENT. Moving on! Gaz: We’re gonna circle back to that. --

Graves: I think the term you’re searching for is ‘current captain’. Ghost: The words I’m searching for, I can’t say. Because there’s a rookie *motions to Soap* present. Soap: No no, say it. I can handle it. Ghost: You sure? Soap: Absolutely, L.T. Ghost: *looks at Graves* Fucking donkey lookin’ muppet bitch. Soap: Brutal blow, sir. Well done. --

Y/N: *comes in* Hey, Gaz, how old is your captain? Gaz: What? Y/N: No not like that…it is, it is like that. How old is he? I came into base, he asked if I needed anything to eat. I said ‘eat what’? Gaz: Okay, first of all, put my plate down and stop hitting on my captain! Y/N: Don’t get mad at me! I don’t even wanna be here. Y’all the ones that want me to be here. --

NPC: Ohhh if I weren’t a lady, I’d deck you! Fem!Y/N: Oh please. Try it and I’d have you on your back so fast you’d think you’re on a date. Ghost: *spits tea* Price, covered in tea: That was so unnecessary- --

Ghost: Mmph. Y/N: Dark room, avoidant, you seem tired despite sleeping for awhile…you wanna try and get out in the sun or do you just need to be in the sadness dungeon? Ghost: *holds up two fingers* Y/N: Would you like some tea for the sadness dungeon? Ghost: …Mhm. Y/N: Tea for the sad dragon coming up! Ghost: Mmph. (Aka “thank you”) Y/N: No problem! --

Y/N: Ya know sometimes there’s times in life where you just have to sit back and go, “ya know what? I’m proud of myself.” Gaz: Is this one of those times? Y/N: No- Soap: *wheeze* --

(Shibari reference)

Price: …alright, when I said we needed to restrain him in a way that ensured he couldn’t get out. This is not- Gaz: These are not military knots. Y/N: No, they aren’t. You all suggested knots that he would know how to get out of. You told me to get rid of that possibility. So, I did. Soap: He is tied…to the ceiling. Ghost: You kinky bitch. Y/N: *shrug* Price: Where did you even learn this? Y/N: That is for me and my daddy issues to know, sir. Don’t worry about it. Just wake him up so we can start interrogating him.

-

Graves: We can rule the world! Ghost: *turns to leave* Graves:: *watches him pull out something of Y/N’s* Graves: WH-YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO FUCK MY WIFE Graves: GHOST. G H O S T Ghost: *leaves* --

Graves: Let me log into Twitter- WAIT, IS THAT GHOST’S DICK!?! Ghost: I fucked your wife. Graves: AGGHHHHHH- --

Medic!Y/N: Don’t torture yourself Ghost. *snips bandage* Medic!Y/N: That’s my job.~ Ghost, internally: Stayfocusedwecannot- --

Price: We’re you listening to me at all? Y/N: No I was fantasizing about beard burn. Price: Pardon? Y/N: Huh? --

Ghost: He died of natural causes. Gaz: You pushed him off the roof. Ghost: Gravity is natural. --

Y/N: Nuh Uh, no. I’m not doing it. I have self respect, and I will not stoop so low as to- Gaz: *brings out 100£.* Y/N: -oooooo*takes money* I’ll have it done in an hour. --

Soap, looking at Konig: That man is a tree. Y/N: Then I'm a fucking squirrel. Soap: On the hunt for nuts then? Y/N: Famished for them. Ghost: Why do I sit with you two...

[slashingdisneypasta]

Bo Sinclair x AFAB!Reader || Smexcerpt

Plot: You're nothing but sweet to Bo, and he's so damn mean! When you offer to wash him, its no different.

... "Come on, Bo. You're filthy." ... "Shower's nice and warm, Bo, come on. Don't be grumpy, please?" ... "Just relax, Bo,.. "

Warnings: Smut. Shower sex and Degradation. Age difference relationship (Mean older man (36 y/o) / Soft younger AFAB person (Early 20's)). A tiny little bit of daddy kink, and a creampie. Wrap it before you tap it folks, don't be like Bo. (Unedited)

When Bo finally gave in and joined you in the shower, chucking his hat off and to the corner of the bathroom last and giving a simultaneous frustrated sigh as he slides into the small little cubicle with you, you give a pleased grin. So he's not in that terrible a mood, then. If he was, he never would've listened to you.

"Y'better start washin' the fucken day off me, honey, or I'm kickin your ass outta here."

Your jaw drops, the sponge in your hand two inches away from Bo's chest. "Wh- I started this shower!! I- I was here first!" You sound immature, you know it, but its totally warranted! Pouting, you squeeze the sponge so all the soapy water drenches your hand. He could be so charismatic, but never for you!...

"Yeah, and I'm gonna end it if you don't get to work." There's a ghost of a smirk on his handsome face, now, watching you get all sulky in front of him- and all covered in soap suds and running water, too. It was definitely cheering him up after the day he had. "What? You gonna get all huffy now, darlin'? Y'asked for me to come in here."

"Why are you always so mean to me... I'm always nice to you!"

"Awww, was I mean?... " The smirk is real, now, as Bo backs you up against the tile wall. When the cold hits your skin you jolt and gasp; leaning in towards Bo's warmth, instead.

Still, you cross your arms and look away from him. "Yes. And you're always so nice to visitors, before you kill them I mean, and I- "

Here he chuckles, shaking his head. "You're so fucken dumb, doll, jesus christ."

"Hey!- "

When Bo's lips crash into yours, wet and tasting of water, you let out a quick gasp- but calm down immediately at the taste of his tongue in your mouth. Dropping the sponge in your fist, you reach up to wrap your arms around his neck; pressing your naked bodies together. This time when he pushes you against the wall, you're so warm and content against him, connected to him, that you don't even wince.

Immediately your pussy is throbbing, soaking wet and aching to be filled up with his cock. That always happens when Bo takes control of you like this- you hate it, you think it betrays you, but what can you do?? Its so hot. Moaning, you turn your nose to the other side of Bo's, adjusting the kiss and letting him deepen it by sucking on your tongue. The hot water from the shower beats down his back, drips off the tips of your fingers, and slides down your thighs.

His hands find your thighs and wrap them around his waist, grinding his half-hard cock against your lovely, slick, plush pussy with a growl. He separates from your poor swollen lips and flashes you a devastating smirk. "You ready for me, little baby?"

Slow on the uptake, head full of steam and Bo, you give another little pout at his words. "I'm not a baby- "

"Yeah you are." With his cock fully hard now, thick and standing tall against his belly, he slips in just half; watching you slap a hand over your mouth to keep from crying out. "Hey hey hey, hold on there- " He gets in close to your face, tut tut tut-ing, the feel of his hot breath a little extra in the hot steamy shower. "Don't do that, princess~ Dontcha think Daddy wants to hear every little thing he's doin' to you?" You just look mortified back at him, your hand still over your mouth. Daddy?!? "It'd cheer me up, for sure."

... oh, you think, eyes widening. Well- if it would make Bo happy, then- "O- okay... "

Slowly you take your hand away from your lips, watching Bo's eyes flicker down to your mouth and the little lecherous smirk spread across his. "There you go... "

Then he thrusts all the way into you, filling you up so entirely and riding against your clit your eyes slip up into the back of your head; your skull falling back and thudding gently against the tile wall behind you. "Booo... "

"Heheh, thats right, sweetheart, fuck you're so fucken tight- "

Bo's words race right through you as he pounds your little cunt with his admittedly impressive dick, stroking the tight ball inside you developing into a perfect delicious orgasm. You hold on the best you can though, you try so hard to stay together, you don't wanna cum too fast!, you want this to last-

Your pussy squeezes Bo like a vice as he pummels your clit, the hot shower water coating you both adding a layer of pleasure thats so new and so good. "Bo Bo Bo- "

"I know, sweet thing, I kn- fuck!- " When you squeeze around him hearing him call you 'sweet thing', he cant stand it. He squeezes your hips so tight he'll definitely leave fingertip-shaped bruises behind and presses his full cock deep into you so his pelvis pins yours against the wall.

A hot, fulfilled feeling explodes in your cunt and you let out a guttural moan, rolling your hips against him, riding out both your orgasms.

~

" ... huh, well I guess y'are useful for somethin', huh, baby doll?" Bo tells you a few minutes later, still holding your tired, sleepy form up against the shower wall; keeping you close as long as possible while you're all sweet and tired like this. His foreheads leaning against yours and his hand's on the side of your head, stroking your face lovingly with his thumb.

Your eyes are closed, half-drifting off. " ... sh- shut up... fuck you... asshole... "

Bo gives a grin. "Fuck you too, sweetheart."

[rodolfoparras]

RODOLFOPARRAS MASTERLIST

MDNI, 18+

♚ Top Male reader ♔ Bottom Male Reader 🎲 Gender Neutral Reader ♞, verse male reader

🎲 ♚ GN but suitable for top male reader 🎲 ♔ GN but suitable for bottom male reader 🎲 ♞ GN but suitable for a verse male reader

HEADCANONS

König w/ a size kink | x ♚

CONTENT TAGS: SIZE KINK, DEGRADATION, BLOWJOBS, RIDING, KÖNIG W/ A SMALL COCK, SEX TOYS, MIRROR SEX, SDH

Sex w/ Gaz | i, ii, iii, iiii♚

CONTENT TAGS: MENTIONS OF BLOW JOBS, CUM PLAY, MENTIONS OF FACIALS, SPITPLAY, BALL GAGS, ROUGH SEX, BREATH PLAY, RIMMING, POWER DYNAMICS, MIRROR SEX, FACIALS, HOMEMADE MOVIES, BRAT!GAZ, FTM!GAZ, NIPPLE PIERCINGS, SLIGHT EXHIBITIONISM, DRUNK SEX, POSSESSIVENESS KINK, BRAT TAMING, HAND JOBS, WATERSPORTS, SENSORY DEPRAVATION, THREESOMES

DRABBLES

In which you and Keegan get up to some fun of your own while at work x| ♚

SPITBALLS

What it would be like…. Rimming w/ Gaz while he sleeps x | ♚

CONTENT TAGS: SOMNOPHILIA, RIMMING

What it would be like…. rimming w/ Gaz x | 🎲

CONTENT TAGS: RIMMING

What it would be like…sex w/ Gaz while he wears nothing but…. x | ♚

CONTENT TAGS: JEALOUS!GAZ

What it would be like…. free user reader w/TF141….x | ♚

CONTENT TAGS: THREESOME, OVERSTIMULATION, FREE USE

What it would be like… alpha reader w/omega TF141…x | ♚

CONTENT TAGS: A/B/O, POSSESSIVENESS, EXHIBITIONISM

What it would be like… barrack bunny reader w/ TF141…x | ♚

CONTENT TAGS: OVERSTIMULATION

What it would be like…dating barrack bunny Soap…x | ♚

CONTENT TAGS: WRITTEN DEGRADATION, BJOBS, FOURSOMES

What it would be like… Rodolfo w/ a high sex drive… i, ii | ♚

CONTENT TAGS: OVERSTIMULATION, GUIDED MASTURBATION, USE OF TOYS, ORALSEX, COCKWARMING, SCENT KINK

What it would be like…Ghost as a dad…x | ♚

CONTENT TAGS: BREEDING KINK

What it would be like… baby trapping w/ Graves…x | ♚

CONTENT TAGS: BREEDING KINK, ATTEMPTED BABY TRAPPING

What it would be like… baby trapping w/ Gaz…x | ♚

CONTENT TAGS: BABY TRAPPING

What it would be like… Alex w/ a mommy kink…x | ♚

CONTENT TAGS: MOMMY KINK

What it would be like…secret relationship w/ Alex…x | ♚

CONTENT TAGS: JEALOUSY, RIDING

SERIES

Thinking about…

Thinking about all the times you’ve made Ghost cry x | ♚

Thinking about how Alejandro is the type to tease you for your weapon of choice x | 🎲

Thinking about how Soap would never outright confess that he likes you x | 🎲

Thinking about being in a Polyamorous relationship with Ghost and Soap x | ♔ 🎲

Thinking about how sex with Soap is absolutely ridiculous (in the best way possible) x 🎲

Thinking about old Soap and new Soap x | ♚

ONE SHOTS

Remedial Work x

There seems to be a consensus among your classmates at the police academy that you and Leon don’t get along. However, they couldn’t be more wrong. | ♚

MISC

Soap Alphabet x | ♞

SPITBALLS

What it would be like… titty fucking Peter x | ♚

CONTENT TAGS: TITTY FUCKING

What it would be like…… Miguel with a breeding kink x | ♚

CONTENT TAGS: BREEDING KINK, BULGE KINK, LACTATION KINK

What it would be like… Miguel during spider mating season x | ♚

CONTENT TAGS: MIGUEL W/ TRAITS OF A SPIDER, INAPPROPRIATE USE OF WEBS

DRABBLES

In which you and Spot try something new….x | ♚

SERIES

Thinking about Miguel and the kinks he likes to indulge in x | ♚ 🎲

Thinking about The Spot and the kinks he likes to indulge in x | ♔ 🎲

Thinking about all the ways you can be intimate with The Spot x | 🎲 ♔

Thinking of all the ways you can be intimate with The Spot x | 🎲 ♚

Thinking about Noir and the kinks he likes to indulge in x | ♚

ONE SHOTS

Finish line x

In which Peter learns that a little bit of encouragement goes a long way | ♚

Color show x

In which Noir wants to learn about colors and you’re more than happy to help | ♚

Laundry day x

In which Peter discovers some unusual perks with laundry day | ♚

Detective’s work x

In which Noir tries to keep you off the streets and you try to keep him inside the sheets | ♚

Workload x

In which you find ways to spend time with your boyfriend Miguel even though he’s busy| ♚

One More Time x

In which both Peter and you learn that one more time doesn’t always mean one more time | ♚

Pillow Talk x

In which Peter, a married man, gets off to the thought of being with someone other than his spouse | ♚

Lights, camera, action x

In which you make it your personal mission to ruin Noir’s career by fucking him | ♚

ONE SHOTS

Nothing compares x

In which it’s your first time with Eddie | ♚

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[mysteryshoptls]

SR Jamil Viper Masquerade Dress Personal Story: Part 2

"With a little ingenuity"

(Part 1) Part 2

[City of Flowers]

―Topsy Turvy Festival, free-roam time

Jamil: Fascinating, there's still a lot to see here at the festival venue. I'm glad to have this free time to myself.

Jamil: I still have some time before the big show… Now, what should I do first?

???: Sh-Shoot… It feels like I'm about to drop everything.

Jamil: Hm? Oh that’s…

Jamil: Deuce… What are you doing, trying to balance all those little boxes in your arms?

Deuce: Ah, Viper-senpai! …Ack, oops, that was close! Oh, these? I bought a ton of gifts for everyone back in my dorm.

Jamil: Well, I see that, but… Why are you carrying them all by hand? You said you prepared a bag for them, right?

Deuce: Uhhh… Yeah, I did bring one but, I got it caught on a corner of one of the buildings and it ripped...

Jamil: Sigh… As a fellow representative of the same school, seeing you look so ungainly like that is pretty embarrassing. Here, I'll let you borrow this.

Deuce: This… is a scarf, though. What do I need it for?

Jamil: Just put a few of your gifts in the middle of the scarf.

Deuce: O-Okay. Here's a box of cookies and caramels, and a jam jar. Oh, and the pencil I received from Ashengrotto-senpai!

Deuce: And then I also have this shirt I bought for myself… But it looks like it won't fit. I'll hold on to this for now.

Jamil: If this is all you have, it should all fit. Then, you take the four corners of the scarf and twist and tie them like this…

Deuce: Oh, the tied-up ends of the scarf around the boxes became like a handle… Oh wow, it's like a bag!!

Jamil: If you carry it like this, you'll have your hands free, and you shouldn't have to worry about dropping anything.

Deuce: Thank you very much… This is a huge life-saver! Please let me buy you some juice as thanks.

Jamil: Don't worry about it. I don't need you to treat me for something like this.

Deuce: No, no, it'd be my pleasure… Uh, huh? The zipper on my wallet's stuck… Hrrrrnghh!

Jamil: If you try to pull it by force, you'll break it. I don't want to watch all your coins go everywhere when that happens. Give it to me.

Jamil: Guess I could use the cotton swabs and the paper soap here. I'll rub them together and transfer the grease from the soap onto the cotton swab.

Jamil: Then, I just have to rub the cotton swab against the part of the zipper that's catching…

Deuce: Woah, it opened… Thank you very much!

Deuce: I can't believe you could use that paper soap and cotton swabs like this. And I definitely didn't think that a scarf could be used for a bag.

Deuce: It's just like you said at the Mystery Shop about just needing a little bit of ingenuity.

???: Heeey, Jamil! Deuce!

Jamil: Hm? That voice…

Grim: Look, I got 5 scoops of ice cream! Ain't it cool!?

[trips]

Grim: Ah! Oh no, it's falling…! Fnyaaaaaaaa!!

[ice cream goes flying]

Deuce: Aaah! The ice cream is coming this way!!

Deuce: Huh? My clothes aren't dirty?

Deuce: Did you protect us from the ice cream with magic, Viper-senpai? Wh-Whew.

Deuce: Hey, Grim, that was really close!

Grim: My… My ice cream～ I didn't even get to have a single bite… Nyaaaa～～!

Grim: Then… I just gotta go an eat [Yuu]'s, then!

Deuce: Man, he's not listening at all… Huh? Ack!

Deuce: A drop of chocolate ice cream got on the shirt I was holding, and now there's a brown stain… What should I do?

Jamil: Let me see… Hm, something as small as this, I should be able to do something about it.

Deuce: Really!?

Jamil: Yeah. This time, I'll use a scarf, the paper soap, the cotton swabs… Pretty much everything I brought.

Jamil: I'll place the scarf under the shirt, and lather up the stained part of the shirt with a wet paper soap.

Jamil: Then, I'll gently dab it with the cotton swab…

Deuce: ! Woah, the stain is disappearing!!

Jamil: By dabbing the cotton swab into the stain, I'm able to transfer it to the scarf. That should be enough of a temporary fix.

Deuce: Wow. You just used normal everyday objects to fix problem after problem…

Deuce: You just keep saving my hide, Viper-senpai. I'll treat you to not just one bottle of juice, but a whole case!

Jamil: I'm not going to be able to drink that much juice at once, you know…

Jamil: Don't worry about it, really. In fact, I'd rather you just stay out of trouble when you're around me.

Jamil: Also, compared to usual… This sort of thing's pretty trivial.

Jamil: This event is really nice and calming. I'm looking forward to whatever comes next, too.

Deuce: As long as you're here, Viper-senpai, no matter what happens, I bet we'll all be able to enjoy both the festival and the masquerade

Jamil: Sure, but it'd be best if nothing troublesome actually happens.

(Part 1) Part 2

[walker33961]

A N G E L WITH A G U N - 🤣💖

Y/n : *panic run* what happened Sweetie

Gaz : I need you...

Y/n : I'm standing in fro....

Gaz : *grabs u and lifts in his shoulder spanking your ass*

"It's time to think about a family yk? "

Y/n : I'm on my periods kyle.. What do yo.....

Gaz : Wh... You... Ohhhh I forgot the dates.. F

Y/n : It's o...

Gaz : *takes her in bridal style*

Y/n : Ughhhhh Gaz... Let me go , I gotta make breakfast for you or else your gonna go late to the base and price won't be happy by that...

Gaz : Bubble bath with lavender??

Y/n : Breakfast first..

Gaz : You first.. Breakfast will wait.. I'll inform capt. For a half day off

Y/n : Fwoo meee 🥹?

Gaz : Anything for my beautiful wife *gives her a forehead kiss*

Y/n : I was craving for ice-cre...

Gaz : *on phone* Buddy I need a box of dark chocolate ice cream and some Scottish pickles yo mama gave u before coming to base ...

Soap : I'll drop my bonnie to your house so both besties can have their time and comfort also with some chocolates on the side..🤜🏻🤛🏻

Gaz : Y/n, Soap's wife is coming to stay with you... Wishing u both cuties a good girly slay time

Y/n : I can't explain I married an Angel for real..

Gaz : Ya.. Angel with a gun...

Y/n & Gaz : 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

✿

<3 : @alegrvs @archiviststar @lucyisdoingfine @sarahs-secrets2 ✨💅🏻

[plainemmanem]

it’s canon that steve cares for his appearance, specifically his hair, but i also like to think he had really bad acne in middle school which got him into skincare. bonus points if he has a whole ten step skincare routine and freaks out over the sight of a potential breakout and his s/o is one of those people who wash their face with water twice a month and have never gotten a pimple before

aw yeah :) i can picture him walking through his process like he did with dustin for the dance😭 you tell him that you’re not really into skin care and he’s like “uh-??? wh-???what??? the fuck??? but your skin is like flawless??? what soap do you use???” and you’re like “oh, just whatever body wash i use in the showe-“ and before you even FINISH he’s dragging you to the bathroom and showing you all his stuff LMAO he’s like “ok so the first step is an oil based cleanser. now, FOR ME, my skin is more on the dryer side so i really like a lighter cleanser that doesn’t really dry out my skin.” and he’s pulling your hair back into a low ponytail and pumping the cleanser into his hands and starting to massage it into your face for you. “then you work it into the skin in tight little circles like this all over your face. now, you don’t wanna go harsh with this, you gotta be gentle. you put this on when your face is slightly damp. not wet… slightly damp. now the next step is gonna be your toner-“ BAHAHHAH he legitimately goes through the entire process and shows you in depth and he’s so patient with your questions and gives you some of his things to take home and try. i want to kiss him so bad.

[nik-barinova]

Ghost: I got a joke for ya

Soap, a little scared but curious: Wha’?

Ghost: What’s got two legs, bleedin’, and can be really mean?

Soap: … Wh. What?

Ghost: Zoey

Zoey right behind Soap: Johnathan “Soap” MacTavish, where did ya put my clearly marked box o’ me care package brownies tha’ said, “Pro’rty o’ Sgt. Zoey “Doe” Kilduff. Do not touch”? 🙂

Soap who accidentally ate all of them a while ago and does not want to die now because he thought it was a joke:

[kokushibouthings]

Only for my mission.

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Content: Degrading kink(?) scaramouche smut, F!reader, scaramouche slightly taller lmfa- bathroom sex, hardcore? I guess

Side note: Give me ideas for my next post..Please. And I know that the title might remind u of sxf 😭

Perspectives might change from "I" to "you"

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"Hmph. Are we gonna do the task for the mission or what?" Scaramouche said with a snappy voice, "Can't we just find a random kid and adopt them??" "I already told you. We CAN'T do that." "Ugh why did I even... Let's just do it later" "And who gave you the right to issue your own decisions now?? I'm the one who's managing you." Same old scara, bossy, frustratingly annoying, short tempered, bitch. "..." I turn to him silent, "Good girl. We need to hurry up anyway, if we delay you'll be responsible if something bad happens." "Ugghh..... Fine. But what even is this ’’mission’ for?" Walking towards him again while continuing the convo, "That's the thing I don't fucking know." "Well how about we take a bath together?" "..." I walk past him, feeling his gaze turn back to me. "So we're gonna do it in the fucking bathroom?" "I don't know. maybe? You're the one who's doing the decisions...aren't you scara?" I enter the bathroom leaving the door open for him to enter, I take off my clothing off

Entering the shower, Finally feeling warmth after so long... Snezhnaya really is such a cold place. I hear scara getting in the shower, "...Hi." He says awkwardly...— "Where's the soap?" "I'm using it." "Give me i–" He interrupts you boldly "I'll do it for you." You suddenly feel his long slim fingers coated with soap rubbing against your body up and down..expect he keeps avoiding your core "I need some soap down there too you know...?" He paused for a second from your words before saying "whatever." He takes his hands away to coat it again with soap before going back to your body... not even a single second have you actually even looked at each other face front. A few seconds later you can feel his hands back on you, going down to your core

His fingers returning up and down against your clit making you feel...awkwardly good. "Mmh...–" Your hands grip on to him from behind "What?" "N...–othing." His fingers keep going slightly deeper into your slit (slit thing not ur vagi)

"I think I might-" He immediately stops before you continued that sentence "Why did-" interrupting you again with warm water being poured on you, "I'm not continuing with the feeling of soap in you, dumbass. Now turn back around and put ur hands on the wall." "oh uhh..."

A few seconds later, "like this??" "Spread your pussy open." "Ugh jeez your so demanding..." Not like you really had a choice and did it... "Oh and, you can't cum early or I'll do even worse things to you." Hearing his word shocked and confused...– bitch what "Huh wh–" He just shoved it in interrupting you for like the 5th time "Hmm? Did you...any by chance just cum already?" "N...–no"

You feel one of his fingers touching your clit simultaneously while he fucks you like crazily fast, "Hmmp.." You can hear his heavy breathing and slight moaning while your walls are tightening up on him, "Fucking hell your so tight." "O–..oh sc—CaRa~ ah...ummmh." Sounds of plapping fill the small space you both are in accompanied with moaning, "You know you're even fucking lucky you were..– mmh. Chosen to do this.. w–with me." "Y–esS!" It was odd of you to actually even agree with him but you were focused on how good you were feeling from him fucking you mercilessly abusing your core, "I–I nee..mmp– d to cu–uMm~" "a little more..." He keeps hitting your G-spot so much your not even sure if you can hold it for a little bit more...but I guess you will. "Im cu...–umMing!" Both of you cumming..him letting a load out into your core. Your mind was going blank and so confused with what's happening

He grabs ur arms forcing you down to his cock, "Suck it, Its my turn and I'm tired." He goes up against the glass "mmh.." You stare at his thing

"I guess I don't have a choice..." You place it in your mouth for probably another round again.

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That's it

It went on for hours till he eventually had his fill and you were unconscious and he had to clean you up and put you to bed

Bye

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[your-nerd-is-showing]

Gojo x Reader: Bath time Fun

NSFW AFTER PHOTO

Artist Credit to @Rennca_ on Twitter

“Good morning my beautiful (Y/N)!” Gojo came in waking you up with breakfast in bed. He placed the food down and jumped into bed cuddling with you.

You rolled over and kissed Gojo. “Good morning my love!”

“Eat up while I draw a bubble bath for us to share!”

“Satoru thank you!” You grabbed his hand pulling back into bed giving him another kiss.

Gojo went into the bathroom to start your bubble bath, he put a custom made cupcake scented bath bomb that had a surprise in the center of it, along with vanilla bubble bath foam to hide the gift. He hid a vibrator on the side of the tub.

He hurried his way back into the bedroom just in time as you finished breakfast to collect the tray. “I’ll be right back my love don’t move!” He winked at you as he disappeared and was back before you knew it. He picked you up and carried you to the bathroom. “Are you ready for an amazing bath my love?” He asked as he started to undress you.

“Mmmmmm y-yes I am Satoru.” You wined out as he kissed your neck and groped your breasts. “O-ohhhhhhh!” You shivered at his touch as he slipped his hand into your pajama shorts. “S-Sa-Satoruuuuuu!” Your legs started to tremble as he rubbed your clit and slipped your shorts off with his other hand.

Gently groping your butt he pushed you towards the bathtub. “Mmmmmm that’s a good girl.” He cooed as he bent you over the tub and got down on his knees.

You looked down to see Gojo under you as he dove face first into your soaking core. “Ohhhhhh Satoruuuuuu!” You moaned out as he nibbled on your clit making you almost lose your balance as your knees buckled.

“Don't worry I got you baby girl.” He held your hips as he slowly lowered you onto his face instantly making you squirt as he nipped at your clit.

You grabbed onto the tub as you grinded on his face. “Oooooooh Sa-to-ru!” Your hips started to buck as he flicked his tongue, you could feel the tension is your stomach starting to build as you grinded on his face. “F-fuck S-Satoru I'm-I'm gonna cum!” You moaned out just as you were about to reach your climax he stopped. “Wh-what the hell Satoru why did you stop!?” You yelled in frustration as you got off of him.

“You're not allowed to cum for me yet my sweet, sweet (Y/N).”

You glared at him. “….Fine….”

“Oh don’t worry I plan on having you screaming my name within the next few minutes my love.” He flashed you a sexy smile as he got undressed.

You got lost looking at his gorgeously chiseled features completely forgetting why you were mad at him. You couldn’t help but stare and stare some more at your inhumanly beautiful boyfriend. You always questioned how you got so lucky and ended up with the hottest guy in Tokyo, well you thought he was the hottest guy in Tokyo…. And according to the constant love notes he got from admirers he was definitely a catch. “How did I get so lucky?” You cooed.

“What do you mean beautiful? I’m the lucky one here.” He said as he pulled you into his arms.

You shook your head. “No I am…. I am dating the most handsome, sweet, sexy, caring, wonderful man in Tokyo….. Sometimes I have to pinch myself to make sure this isn’t a dream!” You giggled. “Never in my life did I think someone like me could end up with someone like you Satoru.”

“What do you mean by that love?” He asked confused.

“I just never thought I was anything special, I never really stood out and from knowing you, you seemed like the type to want to date someone more interesting than me.” You chuckled.

He shrugged. “Baby girl you’re very interesting! You’re the only girl I’ve ever met who didn’t have an instant crush on me. That’s what made me want you! I hate it when girls throw themselves at me so willingly, I love a challenge in a girl.” He smirked at you.

“Well I did have an instant crush on you but I didn’t want to throw myself at you…. That seems desperate and rather unattractive. Plus I saw all those girls fawning over you so I never thought I had a chance….”

“When I saw you that first day standing in the corner away from everyone looking so shy and so cute with your little black dress on. I knew then I had to make you mine.”

“I remember that day all too well….” You laughed. “All the other girls looked like they wanted to murder me when you walked up and started talking to me completely ignoring everyone else. It was so amusing to watch their reactions as you flirted with me.”

“Honestly I wasn’t even paying any attention to any of them…. My eyes were glued to you and you alone as I watched you become a hot mess while I flirted with you.”

“Well not knowing you from a hole in the wall you were rather intimidating with those gorgeous eyes and the fact that I am so tiny compared to you. You tower over me Mr. 6’4” and lil 5’4” me I'm like a little toy compared to you Satoru.”

He picked you up and held you close. “You fit perfectly in my arms, I love small girls…. It’s kind of a fetish for me.” He chuckled. “Me being so big and tall I just love someone small that I can pick up and toss around.” He cupped your butt as you wrapped your legs around his torso moaning as his length rubbed against your slit.

“S-Satoru!” You wined out as he carried you into the bathtub and sat you in his lap facing him. You placed your legs on each side of Gojo straddling him as you leaned in kissing him passionately.

Without you noticing Gojo reached down to grab the vibrator, he slowly moved it between your legs and turned it on placing it right on your clit making you moan. He thrusted his hips perfectly sliding inside you.

“Ofh myha gabb Saaftoruuuuuuu!” You moaned into his mouth as he pounded in you. You broke the kiss and held onto his shoulders as you wildly bounced up and down on him. “Oh my God babyyyyyyy! F-fuck just like that Satoruuuuuu!” Your back arched as you slammed down on his cock feeling your walls clench around him you came.

“Mmmmm baby girl that’s it cum all over my dick, God I love the way you feel on him!” He moaned out as he held your hips thrusting deeper and harder.

You held onto Gojo for dear life as he fucked you senseless. “Sa-to-ruuuuuuu! F-fuckkkkk I love youuuuu!” You screamed out in pleasure as you rode him.

Gojo thrusted his hips faster and faster almost making you smack into his head as you bounced up and down. He held onto you pulling you in close so you wouldn’t hit your head as he went deeper.

Suddenly you took control and slowed down the pace rocking your hips savoring the feeling and Gojo's sweet whimpers.

“Ah-ahhhhhh (Y-Y/N-N) fu-fuckkkkk! That feels so-sooooo gooooood!” He moaned out as you fucked him.

“Mmmmmm you like that baby?” You said in a sultry voice.

“Y-yes baby girl please don’t stopppppop!” He howled as he thrusted into you getting in sync going nice and slow. “Fuck I love how you ride him babe.”

You held his shoulders as you kept a steady pace he leaned down and sucked on your nipple. “Ohhhhh babyyyy!”

Suddenly he picked you up and pushed you into the wall spreading your legs as he pounded into you.

“F-fuckkkk Satoruuuuuu! I'm go-gonna cummmmmm again!” You cried out as you squirted.

“Yessssss baby girl that’s it scream my name!” He kept pounding you. “Fuck (Y/N) I'm cummingggggg!” Moaned Gojo as he exploded inside you.

He kissed you. “Now let’s get squeaky clean.” He grabbed your soap and started washing your back, then your front while he played with your boobs making your horny all over again as he pinched your nipples.

“Sa-to-ru….” You wined.

“Hm? Am I turning you on again baby girl?”

You whimpered and nodded.

“Hehe oops.” He said not so innocently.

“You jerk.” You laughed.

He gave you a sexy smile. “I love you cupcake.”

“I love you too Satoru.”

“Yay!” He kissed you.

“You're such a goof.” You felt something floating behind you. “Hm?” You turned around and saw a little plastic container. “What’s this?” You asked picking it up.

“Open it baby girl! It’s the first of many amazing gifts for you today!”

You opened the container and pulled out a beautiful sterling silver necklace with a diamond moon on it. “S-Satoru oh my goodness is that a diamond!?” You stared at the giant diamond in awe, he nodded his head. Your (E/C) eyes grew wider as you looked at beautiful necklace. “It's gorgeous! Thank you so much!” You tackled Gojo tenderly kissing him on the lips.

“You're very welcome my love. Now let’s hurry up and get ready!” He said as he put the necklace on you.

The two of you quickly finished your bath.

“My love! I have something else for you!” Gojo said as he handed you a big box.

You opened the box and took out a beautiful red silk dress. “Satoru….. This is stunning!” The dress truly was stunning it was strapless with a sweetheart neckline, a layer of black lace in a rose pattern laid over the soft red silk. You kept looking through the box and took out the sexy lacy lingerie with matching thigh-high tights. The corset was completely see through and had ties attached for the tights, then you saw the thong. “Ohhhhh Satoru now is the lingerie for your pleasure or mine?” You laughed.

“Both! But mostly for me.” He smirked at you.

“Haha I figured as much!” You kissed him.

“Mmmmm baby girl gimme a lil show while you put that on.”

“Anything for you baby.” You winked at him as you shook your hips doing a sexy dance while you put the thong on. You twirled around and shook your ass in Gojo's face, he grabbed your ass with his giant hands clapping your cheeks together. “Mmmmm baby.” You moaned as he groped your ass before clapping your cheeks again. You twirled back around to face Gojo, smiling at him as you ran your finger along his collar bone, up his neck and under his chin as you pulled him in for a kiss. You broke the kiss to sit on the edge of the tub.

Gojo moved closer to you taking your leg in his grasp he placed sweet kisses all over as he worked his way up to your lips passionately kissing you. He broke the kiss and grabbed the tights slipping them on your legs. Then he grabbed the corset and stood you up to put it on you. He zipped the corset up, tightened the ribbons to give you that perfect hourglass silhouette lastly he fixed the tights so they wouldn’t fall. He gazed upon you completely lost for words as his jaw dropped. “God damn baby girl…. Is it bad that I don’t want to go out now? I could stay here all day just looking at you in that.” He cooed taking you in his arms.

You wrapped your arms around Gojo's neck, getting up on your tippy-toes very close to his lips. “No it’s not a bad thing at all my love but, we can have all the fun in the world later.” You tenderly kissed his lips. “Now let’s finish getting ready.

Gojo kept staring at you as you put the dress and heels on, you stood up so he could get the full view. His jaw almost fell on the ground as he gazed at you, that gorgeous dress hugging every curve perfectly and that corset making your boobs pop out of that sweetheart neckline Gojo started feeling very hot. “Nope I’m taking you again right now!” He scooped you up and brought you to the bedroom.

~ End

@mguqiis @milktaro-inc @sassyeahhhh

@ivorylyon

[buckys-black-dress]

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a/n: here she is!!! while i work on afl, here is my crackfic on tattoo artist bucky!! if u haven’t caught on yet, most of my writing is au’s because of all the possibilites in terms of scenarios and storylines. anyways, i hope you enjoy, lovies!!! xoxo, ali <3

wc: 2.8k 

[tattoo artist!bucky x fem!reader]

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It was like an addiction. 

Your first tattoo you got was simple. It was a dainty, small one on your wrist.

But now, it was slowly developing into a sleeve.

Not that you minded, though. Your forearm was slowly becoming filled with designs that you kept going back and getting here and there.

And at the tattoo parlor near your apartment in Brooklyn, you had become a regular at this point.

It was called B&R Tattoo Shop, and it was run by two of the kindest, but most attractive men you’ve ever met. 

You’ve come to find out after getting to know the owners, that they opened the shop a bit after they returned from their second tour in the army and wanted to settle back in their hometown.  

Steve and James were hospitable to you, especially when they first met you. Steve was the one to meet you and speak with you at first, but he handed you off to James, or Bucky as he asked you to call him, because he was the artist at their shop that specialized in more of what you were looking for in terms of style. 

As far as first tattoo conversations go, you and Bucky got to know each other pretty well in one session. The tattoo itself took less than an hour, but it felt like Bucky was... prolonging it in a way, like he wanted to keep you there longer.

As you swung open the door of the shop, you were greeted by their piercer, Natasha. 

“Hey, back for another already?” She smirks from her spot behind the desk. While she wasn’t piercing, she usually worked the front if there was no one else free.

Your first tattoo had been done by Bucky, and you instantly fell in love.

With the tattoo. 

Well, Bucky too. Just a little bit.

He was extremely soothing and eased you into the process of tattooing you. He told you when something was going to happen, and as soon as you got used to the feeling of the needle against your skin. 

The more he talked to you, the less pain you felt. It was already not that painful, but you almost forgot about it with him talking to you. When he looked up to you as he finished, you looked like a confused puppy.

“Okay, all done, doll.” Bucky looked up at you, moving to turn off his machine.

“Oh... that was fast.” You furrowed your brows.

“Well, yeah, we moved pretty fast since it was a pretty small piece.” He explains, grabbing a paper towel and the anti-bacterial spray.

“Do you mind if I take a quick picture of it? I usually do, for my portfolio.” Bucky asks, inspecting the tattoo closely once again.

“Oh, yeah, that’s fine.” You wait for him to pull out his camera, take the picture, and he comes back with a piece of plastic film in his hand.

“Okay, so this saniderm has to stay on for about three days. This is how it’ll heal, and when you take it off just wash it up with a gentle soap and use a cream without any fragrance or any of that crap. I can give you a little of that spray if you wanna use it to clean it up if you ever feel like it’s dirty.” Bucky explains, giving you a mini bottle of the antibacterial spray.

“Thank you,” you say, moving to sit up in the chair. “How much do I owe you?”

“Uh, just about $40.” Bucky says without eye contact, heading to the computer at the front counter.

“$40? That’s it? When I signed the waiver it said the shop minimum was $75...?” You wonder out loud.

“Let’s just say you get a special discount, doll.” He smirks, typing something into the computer and only sparing you a glance.

“O-Oh. Alright.” You say sheepishly, handing him your credit card.

“Okay, you’re all set. Hopefully I’ll see you again soon.” He tells you with a gentle smile. It really contrasted his aura; a big, beefy guy with a metal prosthetic arm, covered in probably hundreds of tattoos. But here he was, smiling like sunshine.

“I think I will be. Have a nice day, Bucky.” 

“You too, sweetheart.” He gives you that smirk again, making you feel like you might actually pass out. And not because you just had a needle jabbed into your skin for almost an hour.

“Uh, I already talked to Bucky for my session today. I know I’m a bit early, I can wait if he’s still working on someone else.” You tell Natasha with a smile.

“Sure, let me get you your waiver.” She says, and you plop down into one of the chairs at the front and pulling out your book to pass time after filling out the form.

After a few minutes, Bucky emerges with a girl from his little tattooing corner.

You hear his voice first, looking up from the book while he talks to her.

“Okay, since this was your first piece and pretty small, I’ll only charge ya $55 for it, doll.” Bucky tells the girl with a smile, and you immediately feel a pang in your chest.

You didn’t want to say you were jealous, but goddamn it, your breathing became just a little more shallow at the sight you were currently witnessing.

Even Natasha and Steve turned their heads to him, confused looks on both of their faces.

“Oh! Y/N, you’re here! C’mon back, I’m sure Nat already set you up with your waiver.” You nod, not saying a word as you follow him to the familiar chair.

“So, are we still doing what we discussed on the phone?” Bucky asks, setting up his area to tattoo you.

“Actually, I was thinking something different.” You say sharply.

“Different?” The shock is evident on his features. 

“Yeah. Different. Just want a little something on my collarbone.” You say, sitting down. 

“O-Okay... what were you thinking of?” He asks, pulling out his sketchbook.

“I want an olive branch, going from here to here.” You show him where you want it to start and end. It was a bit of a stretch right across the left side of your chest. “Something simple and minimal. I’ve been thinking of starting the top of my sleeve, this might be a good way to transition into it.” You say nonchalantly.

“Uhm... alright. How does this look?” Bucky asks, showing you his sketch. “I would, of course, add more detail to your liking, just let me know.” 

“Yeah, I want some more shading, please.” You say shortly. You honestly weren’t trying to be mean, but you were irritated.

But in the end, you really had no right to be. 

After almost ten sessions with Bucky, he hasn’t made any indication that he likes you the way you like him.

Sure, he calls you pet names, but he does that to everyone. Even discounts. You weren’t special. He was just being nice and doing his job.

So honestly, you had to cut the act here.

“Are you sure this is what you want? Are you saving the other design for our next session?” Bucky asks, growing more and more concerned with your odd behavior. Usually you would talk to him about your day, how work was, really anything. 

“I don’t know. I think I might ask Steve to do that one instead.” You say out of spite, more than anything. You would never take a design that Bucky made specially for you to another person to tattoo on you, even if it was his own business partner.

“Wha- Why? Did I do something? You’ve been acting really weird today...” Bucky questions you carefully. “Talk to me, doll. Did you have a bad day at work?”

But that, that right there, was your breaking point. Doll. 

“No, I’m fine. Let’s just get this done.” You huff, laying down after nodding to the sketch that Bucky drew out. 

Bucky’s brows furrowed even further, but didn’t ask any more questions. He laid down the stencil and asked if the placement was alright. You looked in the mirror he handed you and nodded briefly. 

The entire time Bucky had the machine in his hand, neither of you spoke a word. He tried to make brief conversation, but you only responded with a hum or nod. 

When he finally finished up, you got up and headed to the counter without a word after looking at the finished tattoo in the mirror. 

Your face was blank, emotionless, and Bucky was truly lost. 

After you paid the full price of your piece, you walked out of the shop, not even sparing anyone a glance. 

Once you left, the shop was dead silent. Everyone either just finished up with a client or didn’t have any at the moment, and the shop was blanketed in an extremely uncomfortable silence.

“What the hell was that, man?” Sam’s voice broke the silence, making Bucky’s head snap towards him. 

“I-I... I have no idea. She was acting so...so weird today.” Bucky looked more confused than ever.

“You’re an idiot, you know that?” Natasha’s voice cuts through the palpable silence.

“Wh- What the hell did I do? I asked her too, and she didn’t give me an answer...” Bucky mumbles.

“Do you like her?” She fires back with a fire in her eyes.

“W-Well, yeah. She’s a regular.” Bucky answers, looking at his fiddling hands.

“Not like that, you dunce. You know what I mean, don’t act dumb.” Natasha rolls her eyes.

Bucky sighs, not making eye contact yet again.

“I-... I do like her.” He says. “But I don’t think she feels the same.” 

“Jesus fucking Christ... You really are a dumbass.” Sam sighs out.

Steve snorts at his words, nodding in agreement.

“Buck, she got jealous.” He explains, shaking his head at his best friend’s obliviousness.

“J-Jealous? Of what?” Bucky scoffs in shock.

“That girl you had right before her. Gave her a discount, called her pet names. The whole shabang.” Natasha points out to him. “Also, you gotta stop giving out discounts like that. You’ll lose more money than you’re makin’.” Natasha scoffs. 

“Wh- But... She never said anything...?” Bucky thinks back to all the times you’ve sat in his chair. You never made any indication that you were outwardly interested in him.

“I think she said enough today without actually saying much.” Steve laughs. His friend was a real idiot.

“I... But, why didn’t she say anything before?” Bucky asked.

“Buck, you never said anything either. I guess that when she heard you talk to that girl like that, she thought you really didn’t like her like that at all. You treated that girl the same way you treat her.” Natasha explains to Bucky, who had a look of realization on his face.

“But... I was just... being nice...” He says with his head in his hands. 

“Well, now she thinks you do that with all you clients, so...” Sam says, making the brunet’s head shoot up.

“Fuck. Fuck. I fucked up everything!” He exclaims. “I-I do like her!” 

“Well, don’t tell us that, tell her!” Sam shouts back to him, and before Bucky can process, he’s pulling out his phone and dialing your phone number.

“C’mon, pick up, pick up,” He mumbles repeatedly, but the call goes to voicemail. “Fuck.”

“Not pickin’ up?” Steve questions, coming to the front and picking up the shop phone. “Gimme her number, she’s doesn’t have to shop saved to her phone, right?” 

“No, I don’t think she does.” Bucky says, watching as Steve dials your number.

“Hello?” Your voice sounds annoyed as it filters through the phone. “Who’s this?” 

“Uh, Y/N! Hi!” Steve speaks, looking at Bucky in a panic, his facial expression screaming, ‘talk to her!’ 

“Steve? What’s up?” You ask, wondering what he needed. 

“You uhh... you forgot your book here!” He blurts out, trying to find an excuse, but quickly found one upon seeing your book resting on the seat where you were waiting. 

“O-Oh... I guess I’ll just turn around. I’ll be there in a few. Thanks, Steve.” You say, ready to hang up.

“O-Okay. Bye, Y/N.” He clears his throat, hanging up. “You have like, ten minutes to get your shit together and talk to her when she gets here. Good luck.” Steve pats Bucky on the shoulder, ready to haul Natasha and Sam to the back to give you two some privacy.

Bucky thought that this was the longest ten minutes of his life, and he was trying to conjure up a speech in his head to confess to you.

Finally, when you did appear through the doors, you looked lost. You only saw Bucky, which made you even more aggravated from the fact that you had to turn back around.

You were ready to head home and wallow in peace, but alas, you wanted your book. 

Bucky just watched as you picked up the book from his grasp across the desk, your eyes not meeting his while he kept his gaze on you very intently. 

Just as you turned around to leave, Bucky’s voice cut through the unbearable silence.

“Y/N?” He simply asks, and you feel like the wind’s been knocked out of your lungs at the sound of his small voice. This wasn’t the Bucky you knew and... loved.

“Yes, James?” You simply respond, and Bucky cringes at the sound of his first name being used. 

“Can I talk to you for a second?”

“...Why? Is everything alright?” And although your voice didn’t give it away, you felt your heart drop to your stomach. Any possible scenario popped into your head. He has a girlfriend. He’s gonna tell you he doesn’t wanna see you anymore. He-

“E-Everything’s fine, doll. Just wanted to tell you that... That I...” Bucky’s voice sounded strained, like there was something caught in his throat.

“Bucky, just spit it out.” You say, wanting to leave already.

“It’s just- I like you. A lot. And I’m so sorry for earlier with that other client. I was just trying to be nice, but I realized how that looked to you, and I never thought anything of it because I didn’t know if you liked me back or-” Bucky was rambling, and your eyes were wide as saucers.

“Bucky, Bucky stop. Let me talk before you drive your own head in with conclusions,” you say, resting your hand on top of his on the desk.

“I like you a lot, too. I didn’t think you like me either because of that girl before me. You just- you treated her the same way you treated me, and I got jealous. I know I didn’t have the right to be, but it just made me think that... that you didn’t feel the same way about me, that I was just another client to you. I’m sorry for jumping to conclusions, and also for being kind of a bitch to you...” Now you were the one rambling, your hands flying all over the place in explanation.

“D-Doll, I never wanted to make you feel that way. I’m sorry, too. I should’ve told you before, before I almost blew everything with you that we’ve been building these past months.” He says placing one large tattooed hand and one metal hand on the sides of your face. “But I’m not gonna miss my chance again. Y/N, would you like to go on a date with me?”

“I-I would love to, Bucky. Took you long enough to ask me.” You giggle, holding onto the hands on your face.

“Yeah, well, I’m kind of an idiot, if you haven’t already noticed.” He laughs, gazing into your eyes with a look that almost turned you to mush in his hands. 

“Do... do ya wanna go now?” You ask, nodding your head to the door.

“Sure, let me go grab my jacket from the back.” He tells you, and you nod, watching as he keeps his eyes on you until he disappears to the back.

“My man, who would’ve thought you’d finally man up?” Sam ridicules him as soon as Bucky appears.

“Dude, shut up. I got a date to get to, see you losers later.” He rolls his eyes, moving back out where you’re smiling at him.

“Ready, angel?” Bucky asks, slipping his hand into yours.

“Ready, handsome.” You reply, and as soon as you step out into the fall air, you plant a kiss on his cheek. “Where to, lover boy?”

[vermillionflames]

Fuegoleon x Female Y/N

Word Count: 2,020

Laundry Day

Summary: Captain Fuegoleon had a laundry room added to the Crimson Lion base to teach it's knights about chores and responsibilities. Y/N has never seen anyone use it, until one night her captain joins her for a wash.

Warnings: Semi / Public Sex, Fuegoleon being how he is, Talk of ballsacks, Cum, Adulthood Responsibilities

Having nice clothes was an unspoken rule of the Crimson Lions. No one left their rooms without looking their best, everyone even had silk robes for late night snack adventures around the base. However, those who lived at the base lacked certain resources they were accustomed to at home, maids, servants, and mamas to do their laundry. Could they have hired a few to help the hopeless royals and noble knights? Sure, but that wouldn’t bare them a lesson, so good ol’ Captain Fuegoleon had instead created a room full of ‘machines’ that would ‘wash their clothes.’ He had a very gaudy sign made for the door that had “laundry room” illustrated with too many frills, but what can we expect from a team that has Kings in their name. Nonetheless, most members went home often and took their washings with them. They’ll train day and night to put their life on the line for the kingdom, but god forbid they wash their own underwear, including the man who made the room. No one had ever seen him walking around the castle with a laundry basket on his hip.

But there were perks to this.

Y/N had the laundry room all to herself. She waited until late at night to spare herself the gossip of doing her own chores, but once everyone was settled into their dorms she made a beeline for the washers, adorning her robe so she could walk around if she felt like it and not get a “what are you doing up so late?” interrogation. Obviously no one else was in the room so she could use up as many machines as she wanted, taking time to sort out her delicate underwear and stained training clothes. A wicked idea crossed her mind. Y/N removed her robe and set it to the side, took over her silk pajama set and threw it into the delicate cycle, before putting her robe back on. Very little hid her from the world, but as far as she was concerned the “world” was asleep and wouldn’t dare to enter this room.

If she were a lady, which she was, she would just sit in and wait for the cycles to finish, but as the washers went through their cycles they made vibrations that just felt… good against her body. She leaned against it letting the vibrations help relax her sore arms and legs.

“Maybe if I lay down on all of them I’ll be able to get my whole body at the same time!”

Y/N turned her back to the machine, placing her palms on top in order to hoist herself up on top, but as she sat down she felt a different kind of relaxing vibration.

“I shouldn’t indulge in this behavior…. But no one is around to witness it…”

Y/N closed her eyes and allowed her body to relax while certain feelings went through her core. Her robe became looser as the cycle went on. Her eyes were closed and head was rolled back, but as she opened her mouth to let out a moan the door to the laundry room ripped open. Fast and quiet but it was enough for her to notice. Jerking her head up she saw her captain standing in the doorway, with a woven basket full of clothes in his arm.

She had a millisecond to cover herself from him.

“Cap-Captain! What are you doing here,” Y/N slammed her legs together while trying to close her robe.

He arched a brow at her, “Laundry, as one does in the laundry room… Why are you sitting on the machine?”

“I just… like the way it feels…” Idiot. Why would you say that?

Fuegoleon gave her the side eye while loading his own washer and added the soap like he’d been doing it for years. So pretty boy does his own laundry? Interesting. Y/N was still sitting on top of the washer, too scared of giving a free show if she moved.

“Are you going to sit on it until it’s done?”

“You know, it’s good for my sore muscles. Which I have because I’ve been training so hard!”

“Oh… well maybe I should try it too.”

Why was Captain Fuegoleon so… like this?

“Okay,” Y/N squeaked out and watched in horror as her captain climbed on top of the washing machine next to her, curiosity and excitement all over his face.

“I’m not sure I understand,” his eyes crossed in confusion as the vibes clearly did nothing for his ass and thighs.

So his balls aren’t big enough to touch the surface he sits on…

“Excuse me?”

Y/N’s face became very red, had she said that out loud?!

“You should try laying down on it!” She screeched out, motioning for him to use her lap as a pillow.

Fuegoleon’s eyes crossed, “You are absolutely right, Y/N! Thank you,” he moved his legs on top of the machine, resting his head on her thigh, which gave him a perfect very of her under breast.

“H-how’s that, Captain?”

“I can feel my muscles being stimulated! This is an amazing discovery, Y/N!”

“Thank you?”

“Oh! You should join me, come lay down next to me.”

Y/N looked down and the limited space on top of the machines.

“I’m not sure we will both fit, Captain.”

Fuegoleon followed her eyes, thinking.

“How about you lay on top of me and I rub your muscles, then we switch sides when your clothes are put in the dryer.”

Y/N felt something deep in her melt at the idea of getting a massage from her captain.

“O-okay.”

Fuegoleon lifted his head to give her room to remove herself. She stood on the ground, placed her hands on either side of his head and lifted herself on top of him. Hovering over him she remembered that she was naked under her robe, which was thin and now hanging off her body. She gulped and prayed he didn’t notice as she laid her body on top of his.

Without a word more, his hands went to her shoulders rubbing downwards in circular motions. It took everything in Y/N’s power to not moan whenever he stimulated a particularly sore part. It didn’t help that her hips were rested right above his and she could feel the vibrations through him.

The ringing of the finished cycle was her only salvation. Fuegoleon’s face looked funny as she lifted herself up to move her clothes to the dryer. She gave him a questioning look before a draft alerted her what was wrong. Her robe had moved open, stopping at her hard nipples. She flew her hands up to shut the fabric once more before jumping off of him.

“I am so sorry Captain,” she ripped open the washer door, “I think I would like to go to my room while my clothes dry,” Y/N was throwing her wet training clothes into the washer.

“Is there any particular reason why, Y/N,” Fuegoleon asked.

“No…” she turned around to find he had opened her other washer to help her, but had pulled out one tiny, lace thong. His eyes narrowed as he observed how it stretched between his two pointer fingers.

Y/N wanted to die right then and there.

“I wasn’t aware you were seeing someone,” was all he said as she chucked the underwear back into the machine and grabbed its contents completely.

“Wh-why would you say that,” she squeaked, taking the load from him and turning around to throw them in another dryer.

“You don’t wear those for training, do you,” his voice tickled her ear. Y/N’s eyes rolled from the sensation of its warmth.

“S-sometimes I do,” she slammed the door shut and messed with the settings

“Why,” he pushed her flush against the dryers, “Hoping someone might see them?”

“Captain…”

Fuegoleon removed himself from Y/N.

“I apologize, Y/N. It seems I misread you. Forgive me.” He sat in a chair on the opposite side of the room.

Y/N had 5 seconds to either go to her room or make a once in a lifetime decision. And she was brash so…

After hitting start on the dryer she slowly walked to her captain.

“I wear them hoping you will invite me to your dorm afterwards for a shared bath.”

Fuegoleon looked up from his lap. Y/N’s hands were on the tie of her robe. As he opened his mouth to speak she pulled on it and let it slide down her shoulders. Leaving herself completely bare to him.

His eyes became dark with hunger.

“Thank god,” he stood up and started throwing off his clothes, “I thought I had just made an ass of myself.”

Y/N had seen his naked chest before while training, but it was different now. She let her eyes move downward, she stopped to take in his throbbing cock. She gaped at its size. It would never fit in her mouth.

“Tell me, Y/N, are my balls still not big enough?”

A blush crept across her face, “I didn’t mean for you to hear that.”

“Then make it up to me.”

Y/N walked forward, stopped when their chest touched before dropping to her knees.

The pair maintained eye contact as Y/N reached out her tongue, giving his member a long lick. Fuegoleon nodded in approval. Y/N wrapped her mouth around the head, lightly sucking as she made her way down his shaft.

Fuegoleon growled in pleasure as Y/N bobbed her head. His cock was so long she could only get half of it in her mouth, gagging as she tried to fit in more. Fuegoleon pushed back her shoulders and lifted her up.

“I’d rather taste you than have you taste me, darling,” then laid her down on his washers which were still vibrating.

Fuegoleon put his hands on Y/N’s inner thighs, lightly massaging before spreading them open. His face was at level with her wet opening.

“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this,” he purred before taking a long lick over her bundle of nerves. “You’re so sweet,” he sucked, hard.

Y/N reached for Fuegoleon’s hair, pulling it as she moaned on his tongue. He continued to take laps at her. Her pussy dripped down her curves and onto the washer.

“I want you,” Y/N whimpered.

Fuegoleon growled, continuing his feast.

“Please,” she shrieked as an orgasm ripped through her body.

“There we go,” he murmured, unbending his back.

Their eyes met, “Please,” Y/N repeated.

Fuegoleon pulled Y/N to the edge of the washer, “There is nothing that would make me happier.”

He lined his cock up with her vagina, taking his time sinking inside of her. Y/N gasped as his member hit her innermost wall.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he leaned down to suck on her nipple, “You feel so good.” Fuegoleon slowly pulled out, almost completely, before ramming himself back inside. He did it again and again. Y/N was a wet, mewling mess beneath him.

“Fuegoleon,” she cried as his cock hit her most sensitive spot.

“That’s what I was looking for, do you like that, Y/N?”

He taunted her, hitting the spot repeatedly. All Y/N could do was moan and scream.

“Good girl,” he latched his mouth to hers, swallowing her cries of pleasure.

She tightened around him, signalling she was close. He twitched in response.

“Together,” he growled, “We come together.” Y/N nodded.

A final thrust was their undoing, Y/N spasmed around him, shaking with the washer. Fuegoleon spilled inside her, so deep and hot. He stayed sheathed inside her while he caught his breath, leaning his head on her shoulder.

“That was…”

“Amazing,” Y/N answered. He gave her a smile.

The beep of his washer was their signal to get put together.

“I’m hoping you’ll join me in my room to fold our clothes once we’re done, Y/N.”

And she was more than inclined to agree.

[thebeautyoffanfics]

Hello! Love your work! Can I request Hanako, Yashiro, and Shijima when they find their s/o cutting themselves on their arm? :(

I understand if you feel uncomfortable with the request, so feel free to ignore.

But with Yashiro and Shijima can they just be best friends with the reader since they are two of my biggest comfort characters platonically…

Thank you! You can choose headcanons or oneshots

amane yugi/hanako x gn!reader, (platonic) yashiro nene and gn!reader, (platonic) shijima mei and gn!reader

a/n: thanks so much for the compliment! And sure thing, no worries! I do hope you’re doing alright, and always remember that you’re not alone :)) there are a lot of resources out there to help you, or anyone you may know, struggling, so never give up!! <3 still, i hope you enjoy these, and thank you for requesting!! <33

OH AND! I know you said Hanako, but I’m going to write him alive as Amane- for the sake of convenience I guess-? plus i miss the thought of living hanako, even if it’s the same person in the end-

warnings: self harm, panic attack

word count: 1,568

Amane Yugi <3

“(Y/N), I’m coming in,” Amane had spoken. His voice was sudden, and unexpected- you were home alone. You weren’t planning to have guests. In fact, the loneliness was a reason you had started crying in the first place- everything had spiraled before you realized it.

Little did you know, it was also a reason Amane wanted to check on you. Your last message to him was several hours ago, telling him that your parents were off at work, but their company would have been a bit more appreciated than the completely silent house. Amane knew what it was like to be alone, even for a little while, when you needed company most. He also knew what you had told him about all the other little things- things that he knew were bound to add up, and come collapsing down on you all at once.

“Hang on, plea-”

The two of you made direct eye contact, and you winced. Your arm was too sore to move so quickly. All you could do was sit there, bloodied pocket knife resting in one hand, open wounds dripping blood onto the other.

Amane would do his best to stay calm- he wouldn’t yell at you, he wouldn’t even raise his voice- he’d walk up to you, worry etched into his paleing face, and very carefully take the pocket knife from your hands. He’d pocket it, then wipe the tears from your face. It hurt him to see you in pain, but he knew whatever he felt wasn’t nearly as bad as you had to feel in that moment. All he wanted was to show you love.

“Can you stand up?” He asked, rubbing your back gently, and looking for something to wrap your arm in. You nodded, beginning to cry worse- it was almost embarrassing. No matter what sort of act you put up, having someone walk in on you at what felt like your most vulnerable moments wasn’t anything you wished to happen. He understood that.

“Alright,” Amane told you, offering a small smile, and helping you stand. “Then, let’s head to the bathroom. I’ll wash your arm off.”

He did just that. Leading you to the bathroom, gently hushing you when you cried, and holding your arm as if it were broken. As if it would shatter if he held it too hard, simply because he was terrified of hurting you.

“This is gonna sting a little bit. Is that alright?” He asked, turning on the sink, and grabbing two small washcloths and some bandages. You nodded once more, shaking slightly from an attempt to stop crying. At that, he’d run the water over the cuts, dampening the cloth with water and a small amount of soap, then wiping them off. The entire time he was silent, but not a judging sort of silence. He just wanted to understand why someone he loved so much wouldn’t love themself. Yet, he also understood that it was more complicated than that. He understood.

Once the blood was off of your arm, he’d turn off the sink, and dry your arm. He then bandaged it, as if he cared enough to bandage his own wounds.

“Talk to me, (Y/N)... you can cry. You don’t have to hold anything back. Just… tell me what’s wrong. I can’t solve your problems… I can’t do much of anything, but I can, and will, love and care for you. I can and will listen to you. As long as you need, whenever you need. I love you, and I’m always here for you.”

Yashiro Nene <3

When Yashiro entered your house, she knocked, calling out for you. Beforehand, she even sent several messages- your lack of response started to worry her, especially when she knew that you weren’t doing your best. But, as panic attacks do, everything felt muffled to you. The only thing keeping you somewhat grounded was, unfortunately, the pocket knife you kept in your nightstand.

“(Y/N)!” Yashiro called, nearing your room. A choked sob made her nerves increase, as she rushed towards your room, not thinking to knock before entering. Another panicked “(Y/N)?” left her mouth, as the door was pushed open.

“Yashiro,” You muttered, looking up at her from your crumpled spot on the floor.

Yashiro was slightly less composed than Hanako, concern and panic painfull evident on her face. She wasn’t disgusted- she wasn’t disappointed in you, nor upset. She was just worried. Yashiro rushed up to you, taking your hands and looking you in the eyes.

“(Y/N)? Wh- what’s wrong? Are you alright?” She asked, looking down at your arms, and shutting her mouth tightly. You continued to cry, shaking as Yashiro moved her hands up to your arm, and squeezed your shoulders very gently. She then rubbed her arms up and down your shoulder, hoping that it grounded you in some sort of way.

“I- I just- I’m sorry, Yashiro, I’m sorry, I didn’t-”

“Don’t apologize, (Y/N). Here- let’s try to calm down a bit, alright? Can we calm down in the bathroom?”

You nodded, letting Yashiro help you stand. She led you to the bathroom, motioning for you to sit down on the counter. Once you were seated, she grabbed a washcloth and ran it under water, then poured a small amount of soap on it. “Can you hold your arm over the sink?”

You obliged, letting Yashiro clean off the cuts and blood, as she attempted to calm you. Yashiro told you to breathe alongside her, as she steadied her own breathing, letting the sound of your shaky breaths and her slightly more steady ones be the only sound in the room. By the time she finished washing and wrapping your arm, you were a bit more calm, letting her dampen a paper towel and wipe off your eyes and tear-stained face. Her touch was gentle, almost motherly, and calmer than her eyes looked.

Once finished, she placed her hands on your shoulders once more, looking you in the eyes once she started to speak. “You know I’m here for you, (Y/N)... I’m not scolding you. I’m not going to correct you, since I have no idea what happened to make you panic like that. But, I’m here to listen. Tell me what you’re comfortable sharing, and I promise I’ll stand here and listen to every word. I’m here for you, (Y/N). You’re my best friend, and I love you dearly, so, please…”

Shijima Mei <3

You had pushed open what you thought was the old, unused classroom. You stumbled in, locking the door behind you as you crouched to the floor, your breathing heavy and sporadic. Everything was overwhelming. Too much had happened that day- it was all too much. And so much more was bound to happen once you reached your home. That was your only thought as you, without thinking, rolled up your sleeve, scratching aggressively. Reopening the fresher cuts, and creating even more with your nails.

You cried, hoping that the students who were there for after school activities would remain away from this floor of the school. At least until you calmed down- at least until you could hear yourself thinking clearly. You couldn’t bear to go home now. You just needed a minute.

As you closed your eyes tightly, dread and fear filling your mind and making you feel practically sick, you felt a shift in the air, as someone crouched in front of you. You opened your eyes, as Shijima carefully took your hands, holding them in hers silently.

“Shh, it’s alright, I’m here,” She spoke, her voice gentle and comforting. Soft and caring. Like a sister more than a friend in that moment. You looked around, realizing that you were in the classroom next to the old art room- you mentally cursed yourself, squeezing her hands a bit as you tried to ignore how badly you wanted to keep scratching your arm.

“It’s alright, (Y/N)... focus on your breathing.”

You did as she instructed, and Shijima remained mostly silent- breathing with you, hushing you lightheartedly when you shook or sobbed. Her hands never let go of yours, restraining you lightly so that you didn’t hurt yourself. Shijima remained there, doing just that, until you were no longer panicking. Her eyes met yours, and she smiled lightly, attempting to make you feel a bit better.

“Here,” She spoke, standing, then offering you her cold hand. In fact, the coolness of it was comforting against your hot, sweaty skin. Shijima didn’t let go of your hands, leading you to the bathroom and running the water over your arm, rubbing it with a feather-light touch. “Do you want to talk?” She asked, turning the water off, then drying your arm. “I’m here for you. I know you know that. Even if I’m no longer alive, I still care for you, just like any person could. I’ll listen to you, no matter what you have to say.”

You nodded, as she offered you a paper towel to wipe your eyes. Shijima took your hands once again, leading you to the art room, then sitting down next to you. She’d sit there, letting you talk and cry as hard as you need, for as long as you need- offering any advice she had, but willing to just be there. She knew as good as anyone that, sometimes, that was just what one needed.

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RAIN

Hi..so this is my first ever fanfic/imagine/story thing. (I am not quite sure what this is..) This is just fiction and no part of it is real, nor am I claiming to know anyone I write about. 

Description: Fluff and Friendship - You plan to surprise Owen in Vancouver while he’s filming JATP. Charlie helped you organize it, but something goes wrong in your plan. What happens in the rain?

2400 words

Warnings: Language, Talks of Anxiety/Mental Health

Owen Joyner x Reader

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RAIN 

November rain in Vancouver wasn’t exactly pleasant but as I stood outside hitting the call button for his apartment building for the fifteenth time, I was far past annoyed. Soaked and annoyed. How could this surprise get so messed up that I am standing here at 3:32 am?Charlie and I had planned my surprise Thanksgiving visit perfectly. I would take a red-eye flight, get into the apartment, sleep for a few hours while Owen was still on set with BooBoo, and then we’d have a day together and the Thanksgiving party later tonight. Charlie won’t wake up to answer the call button and let me in!!

I have been out here for 30 minutes already when someone taps me on the shoulder from behind.

“Excuse me, sorry, but do you need help?”

I turn around and the tall, sleepy boy in front of me with a hoodie pulled tight over his hair is shocked.

“What the hell are you doing here?!”

“Well, I could say the same about you! Charlie said you were shooting until at least 6 am!!”

“I’m so good that we wrapped early, and got what we needed. I am still so confused as to how you got here…” He said with a fake hair toss.

“Owen, we’ve talked about this. Airplanes work for everyone, you’re not special.”

“No no, butthead. I mean standing outside my apartment building - in Vancouver - in the rain.”

I went on hurriedly about how I was here to surprise him for Thanksgiving, but the surprise is ruined because Charlie never woke up to buzz me into the building. My anxiety over his reaction was at an all-time high because my plan was derailed and he was here early, and I was drenched, but Owen could see it on my face, and before I could even finish explaining I was wrapped in a hug.

“Let’s get your soggy ass inside,” he said as he entered his pin and the doors unlocked. With his hands on my shoulders pushing me ahead of him, we went to the stairwell and up to his floor. We laughed as my wet shoes squeaked down the hall and into the apartment. I was immediately ordered into the bathroom to strip and shower.

“Hey, you can’t make me strip. I charge for that nowadays.”

“Yeah and I charge for taking in homeless, wet girls off the street, but you don’t see me asking for a check.”

After I punch him in the arm and run off to the bathroom, I can’t help but smile. We’ve been apart for so long, but it feels like nothing has changed. I was so worried that he wouldn’t be happy to see me, or that he would be annoyed that I showed up and messed up any plans he had, or god forbid if he came home with a girl and I was there.

Still, as I got into the warm shower most of my anxieties washed away (besides the ‘bringing a girl home one’). About five minutes into my hot shower, I heard a soft knock at the door.

“Yes?” I whisper-yelled out.

“Can I come in?”

“Uh..sure”

“I just wanted to bring you a set of dry stuff to wear, I’ll put it on the toilet for you.”

“Thanks, O.” I peeked my head out behind the black shower curtain and saw him standing with his back to the shower placing the clothes and towel down. I could pull him into the shower by the back of his shirt from here if I wanted to, but I am not ballsy enough to do that. He thinks of me as one of the boys, and I doubt that line will ever get crossed. The boys would mess with him in this situation though.

I filled a hand up with water and sprinkled it down his neck and back. Hearing Owen gasp when he felt water all over him was hysterical, especially because he would not turn around to look at me.

“You are SO lucky you are in the shower or I would get your ass back sooooooooo good.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Get the hell out of here,” I said splashing him again, “I’ll be out in a sec.”

He hurried out and I finished as fast as possible because now I was a little worried he would hand my bras from his balcony or something…

One last look in the mirror as I squeezed my hair out and I smelled like Owen. His soap, shampoo, towels...I wish I could always smell this. Stupid TV shows shooting in foreign countries….

Back in the living room, I found Owen asleep on the couch. Knowing him, he probably did not sleep at all yesterday like he was supposed to for the night shoot.

“Yo, blondie...Owen..go to bed”

“What’s wrong?! Oh, no I’m awake what...what do you wanna do?”

“I want you to go to bed. We can hang out after you sleep for a few hours.”

“What are you gonna do?”

“I’ll probably try to sleep a little too. The guy next to me on my last flight was a snorer.”

“Come to bed with me”

“Wh-what? O, it’s ok I am totally ok on the couch.”

“No, no. You’re coming. Let’s go, y/n. I’ll sleep on the floor if you want”

I couldn’t even protest more because I was being wrapped in a blanket with Owen and we were walking to his room. Look, we had had sleepovers before as kids, but the last time we did this we were thirteen, in his childhood room, with two sleeping bags on the floor. He was always working, and I was always in school, so most of the time when he was home I had to go home at night for school the next day.

How do you have a platonic sleepover with your best friend who you are also in love with? Do I just roll over the opposite way and pray that we don’t wake up with me holding onto him?

His bed was made and it smelled like he had just washed his sheets before work. He led me to one side of the bed, pulled the covers back, and simply said, “Get in.” He shuffled over to his side of the bed and did the same.

“G’night.”

“Goodnight. Hey, do you have to be up for work or anything? I can set an alarm.”

“Nope, I’m off all day because of the night shoot.”

“Okay, goodnight y/n”

With that last “goodnight”, I felt him get closer to me. My heart was beating so fast I wasn’t sure if I was going to pass out or throw up and nothing was even happening!! Owen reached over to the other side of me and pulled me close.

“It looked like you were shivering. I should've told you to dry your hair before bed.”

“I’m okay,” I said pushing his hair out of his face, so I could see him.

“Okay.”

Arms tangled over each other, we both fell asleep.

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Hours later the rain got worse. Through the open window, I could hear the thunder was really loud and I happened to open my eyes as lightning lit up the sky. Fun fact about me. I hate lightning and am terrified of it. Being in a highrise apartment building with lots of windows, was a nightmare for me. I curled up in fetal position under the blankets and pulled them all the way up over my head.

I felt Owen moving around next to me and just assumed he was rolling over, but I felt him grab me by the waist. We were now face-to-face, chest to chest, completely under his sheets.

“Fancy meeting you under here.” His morning breath could’ve killed me, and not because it smelled. I didn’t think I could be attracted to him and his voice more than I already was.

“Sorry for waking you. The storm.”

“I know. As soon as I heard it, I knew. You’re safe. It’s loud because it’s passing over us and will be gone in a few minutes.”

The next roll of thunder shook the room a little and a single little tear escaped and I tried to hide it by moving my hair and pretending to fix the blanket over my head but he caught me.

“..hey I’m right here. Do you want to go sit in the bathroom? There are no windows.”

“I’m fine, sorry,” I said and took a deep breath.

“How can I help you right now?”

“I’m sorry. My anxiety went off the rails when my surprise got ruined earlier and I don’t know how to sleep in bed with a boy, and on top of that the worst storm is happening,” I sputtered.

Owen laughed a soft little laugh and pulled me closer.

“You’re just sleeping next to me... I’m not just a boy... we’re not strangers, hell I just walked in on you in the shower earlier...wait... god, did I make you uncomfortable?” He made some space between us and laid his head on his hands while looking at me.

“Oh god, Owen no. No.” I grabbed his hands back and put them under my face pulling him back towards me. I hadn’t noticed until now that he lost his shirt somewhere in the night. “You just know how I get, all up in my head about every little thing.” The butterflies in my stomach felt more like fireworks exploding in an almost painful display under these sheets.

“Well, what is your head saying right now? Let’s talk through it.”

A shaky breath escaped my mouth. I can’t tell him I've loved him since our days of sleeping bags on his bedroom floor. So, I pivot.

“I was worried you wouldn’t be happy to see me and that I was imposing by just showing up here…”

“You know I always am so happy to see you. I wish I could see you every day, we talk every day. You being here is so much better than a few texts and a missed facetime call while I’m at work.”

“Okay.. I love- I mean...I like being here too. I can’t make fun of you if you don’t answer my texts.” We both laughed a little this time.

“Sounds like the lightning stopped. Wanna go watch the sunrise? It should be up any minute.”

“We should get out from under the covers first...”

“Right.”

Pulling the covers down gave me the fresh air I needed to think clearly. I did not need to tell him how I felt. These moments were enough.

“Good morning, y/n.”

“Good morning, O.”

“Grab a towel before we head out to wipe the chairs down.”

“Yes ma’am,” Owen salutes and runs out of the room.

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Nothing is better than watching the sunshine hit this smiling boy’s blonde locks and pink cheeks first thing in the morning. Sitting on the same plastic lounge chair, I wanted to pinch myself.

“We slept for like three hours,” I laughed.

“We can nap again before the Thanksgiving party tonight. I’m not that tired.”

“Want me to order coffee? I’ll run and get it, I saw a Starbucks next door.”

“Nah, I put some on when I went for the towel.”

“Smart man. I’m gonna grab some water then.”

“I’ll get it. I added lemon to our pitcher in the fridge for you, when I went for the towel too.”

“Joyner, you do think of everything.”

“I did remember you don’t drink coffee, give me some credit!” He said as he ducked off the balcony.

I stood up to lean over the railing and before I knew it Owen was over my shoulder with a glass of water and his coffee. The rain was picking up again. I took a sip and put it down on the little outdoor table they kept out there and continued to stare out at the city as it woke up.

Owen hugged me from behind and I leaned into him as an instinct. I realized I was probably making him uncomfortable and went to slide over to give him space, but he stopped me.

“Y/n, can you stand still? Your head is blocking my view.”

“My head?! I am like a foot shorter than you!”

“Yes, the back of your head is blocking my view.”

“What can you possibly be looking at? The rain?! Look there’s a bus! Trying to stalk people as they walk their dogs?” I rambled as I turned around to see where his eyes were pointed.

At that moment, he grabbed my neck, and the next thing I knew his lips were on mine. I think my heart stopped. I stood there like a limp noodle for a solid 3 seconds before I pulled away. The expression on his face was one of being mortified.

“Oh god...Oh, I’m so sorry. Oh, fuck!” He said and started running his hands through his hair and pacing away from me. “I thought..oh god.. It doesn’t matter what I thought because I was out of line..”

I grabbed his arm as he turned away from me again.

“Do it again.”

“..wh-what?”

“Owen, can we try it again?”

“Y/n, I don’t want you to think you have to kiss me because I kissed you. It’s ok. I’m so sorry.”

I walked over to him, put my hands on his bare chest, and kissed him.

“I have wanted to do that since we were thirteen.”

“You-huh?”

“I have wanted to kiss you since we were thirteen, probably before. I just was scared. Our friendship is so special to me, I couldn’t imagine losing it. Then when you were spending more and more time in L.A. and then coming here to Vancouver, I thought you probably had met someone already and were just keeping it quiet.”

“I haven’t met anyone,” he stammered. “I thought I lost my chance with you for good when I moved out here, but I never was into anyone else.”

“Now what?”

“Can I kiss you again?” We both laughed and as we collided it’s almost as if rain was waiting on its cue from us. It stopped.

I wonder what is in store for us now.