#THEY GOOFY FOR EACH OTHER THEN TURN AROUND N BEAT ASS

[fruggin-bitch]

kim and jack (kickin it) = percy and annabeth (pjo)

no i will not take criticism

[nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos]

Here, have a casual glimpse into my thought patterns and creative process:

*just scrolling about Tumblr and vibing to "Too Much Wine" by The Fratellis*

Too much wine?

Mihawk?

Mihawk drunk??

Wait wait wait WAIT what are they all like drunk?

GASP s h i n y h e a d c a n o n s

BLANK DOCUMENT HERE I FCKEN COME—

So anyway here's some headcanons about drinking too much (insert adult beverage of choice) with the OPLA boyos.

Implied that Reader is already in a relationship with each character in question.

I shall call it.......

HAMMERED

OPLA!Zoro, Sanji, Shanks, Mihawk, Buggy X AFAB!Reader

NSFW Headcanons

Kinda Kinktober I guess? Borderline shitpost, I had way too much fun with this.

♫♬♫ Too Much Wine - The Fratellis ♫♬♫

I'll take the mead from the table

Talk straight while I'm able

Until I'm nothin' less than a crime

Zoro

"Y'know, I actually have four swords, but we're gonna have to go somewhere more private if you wanna see the other one."

Rum, sake, beer, wine, whatever you're down for drinking so is he.

Zoro's got incredibly high endurance and stamina—it's going to take a while for him to show that it's affecting him at all, but once it does, he goes from zero to one hundred faster than you can say "onigiri."

Literally no in between, no tipsy or buzzed. Just sober and then stumbling over his own feet and swearing he absolutely is not drunk the whole time.

All those repressed emotions that he hides behind a mask of dry sarcasm on a day to day basis are coming out in full effect.

That means you're getting one of two Zoros—goofy Zoro or sad Zoro.

Goofy Zoro's going to have his arm around your shoulders, laughing his ass off about that time he caught that idiot Marine brat swinging his sword around bare-ass naked so he chopped off half his hair.

He's likely to get pretty flirty in this state, even downright playful, especially if you initiate it, and it's almost definitely going to end in him dragging you somewhere private to fuck your brains out, because his restraint is totally out the window at this point.

If you end up with sad Zoro, he'll be laying his head in your lap and slurringly asking whether or not you think he's ever really going to be the best swordsman in the world, probably still beating himself up over losing to Mihawk.

Just comb your fingers through his hair and do your best to reassure him that you love him and genuinely believe in him. Whether it works or not, he's going ti end up falling asleep in your lap, so be prepared to be stuck there for a while.

"But like...you really think, like, I can beat that bird-eyed bastard? I mean he fucked me up with a goddamn butterknife."

Sanji

"There we are—a beautiful drink for a beautiful woman."

Turbo Flirt Mode: activated.

Sanji is all for pairing wine with food, but if you're looking to get a little sideways, he's going to want to show off his mixology skills to impress you—and he's going to be making some dangerous concoctions, the kind that taste like there's not a drop of booze in them.

The more lit he gets, the less subtle the flirting. If you thought he was clingy sober, you are in for a surprise, because that's just the tip of the iceberg.

Head on your shoulder, puppy dog eyes, telling you how pretty you are and how much he adores you every thirty seconds, with a big silly grin like you're the most amazing thing he's ever seen.

Brushing his lips along your neck and murmuring all the things he's going to do to you once the two of you are behind closed doors later—and he means every one of them, because you're utterly irresistible to him in this state.

He wants you giggling and blushing just as much as he wants you moaning and trembling under his touch.

Super playful once you are alone, even moreso than usual. He's definitely going to suggest doing body shots, he will beg if he has to, but honestly who in their right mind is going to turn him down?

"You're just...just so—so beautiful—honestly, it should be illegal."

Shanks

"Hold—hold my rum—no, no, just for a moment, I wanna see if I can do a backflip off the railing—"

Spoiler alert: he can't. Now he's lying on the quarterdeck alternating between hysterical laughter and "Oh God that hurt—"

Probably the most fun drunk in the world, but he can be a hazard to his own health as his judgement begins to lapse so someone's going to have to keep an eye on him.

If you're at a tavern or otherwise public location, do not under any circumstances let the man out of your sight for more than two seconds. He turns into a straight-up child, he can and will wander off, and you'll find him a mile away on top of a building, likely half-naked and singing sea shanties at the top of his lungs, with no clue as to how he got up there...or how to get back down.

He's developed quite a high tolerance over the years and tends mostly toward dark rum, though he won't turn down a stein of ale or beer.

Total life of the party energy—telling jokes and stories, he just wants to see everyone laughing and having the absolute best time.

Super, super flirty, he may as well have written the book on pick-up lines; and he doesn't care that you're already together, he's going to drop every single one of them on you just to see how much he can make you giggle or roll your eyes.

He's very likely to pull you onto his lap at some point and make out with you like no one's watching—he already doesn't really care who sees when you're both sober, but he really doesn't care after a little too much rum, so it's probably best to coax him to bed at this point.

He's perfectly happy with cuddling up, laying his head on your chest and draping his arm over you, just humming in contentment and falling asleep together...but if you want more, don't expect to get much sleep, because he wants you lasciviously.

To taste every inch of you, to suffocate between your thighs until you're screaming, to pull you onto his cock and watch you ride him until you're both too breathless and exhausted to do anything but tangle yourselves together in the sheets and drift off to sleep between slow, sensual kisses.

"Oh, princess, just when I catch my breath, you make me lose it all over again."

Mihawk

"If you insist on being such a brat about this, you're going to get what's coming to you."

Mihawk has a strong drive to be in total control of himself and everything happening around him at all times, which means he doesn't tend toward getting drunk.

But...he also has this wee little problem with his ego being larger than the entire volume of every combined ocean in the world. If you imply that you could drink him under the table...he's probably going to sneer and tell you to quit being a brat, but he's also going to be quite driven to prove you wrong.

He does love his wine, but it's generally only a glass or two to wind down and relax—he's definitely got a nice bottle of aged bourbon or eau de vie tucked away somewhere that's going to be coming out, because he's got something to prove now.

Unfortunately for him, due to the fact that he so rarely drinks heavily...he's a bit of a lightweight. Which he won't admit even to himself.

But it barely takes a single lowball of harder liquor to get that pale complexion of his a little flushed.

Perhaps just over three for him to start blinking a bit harder than normal in a futile attempt to get his vision to focus, to start speaking a bit slower to attempt to hide the slight slur in his words as you taunt him about it—which honestly only makes it more pronounced, and more amusing.

You had best enjoy it, because it's probably the only time you're going to hear the words, "Fine, you win," come out of his mouth—as well as perhaps the only time he won't be miffed about conceding. The alcohol in his system has him loosened up just enough that he can't pretend he doesn't find your boldness and sass at least a bit endearing...and even more alluring.

That being said, you're still getting punished for it, teased within an inch of your sanity, and he's going to enjoy every single second of it.

Setting his glass aside, plucking yours from your hand, pinning your hands above your head with a devilish smirk and slowly undressing you, his eyes on yours the entire time.

Trailing his fingertips across your bare skin, drawing closer and closer but never quite giving you want you want, his lips barely brushing against your neck, reminding you in an amused murmur in your ear that he could easily do this all night.

You did have the audacity to challenge him, after all—he has no choice but to remind you who's in charge.

"What is it, my little bird? Did you think you were going to get a consolation prize? You're still going to have to beg."

Buggy

"Bet you two thousand Berries I can shotgun two beers at once, watch this—"

And he basically ends up halfway drowning himself, but hey, you're two thousand Berries richer!

Honestly, there's no party like a Buggy party, because a Buggy party doesn't stop until someone loses a limb—probably him.

No, really. Don't let him use his devil fruit abilities. Keep a bucket of sea water on hand if you have to, because he may literally misplace one of his limbs and you're going to have to go on a Chop Chop Scavenger Hunt to help him find it while you're both completely smashed.

If Buggy's drinking, everybody's drinking, and everybody is getting completely fucked up. This is non-negotiable, he thrives on chaos and that's what he's intent on creating.

Anybody who passes out before him is getting something obscene drawn on their face in permanent ink. He can definitely hold his liquor, so if you can keep up with him then you can expect to be the last two living souls left conscious on the whole ship.

That being said, he doesn't care who's awake—things are going to get kinky, and he's really not bothered about anybody watching. Or joining in, for that matter. This whole operation very well may devolve into a drunken orgy if he has any say in the matter.

Then again, it may also devolve into him flopping dramatically across your lap and divulging absolutely all of his trauma in an emotionally-charged alcohol-induced rant. He won't remember it in the morning, so please do him a favor and don't remind him.

"Hey, uhh...I los—I lost my foot again. .....Sor—*hiccup* sorry."

[justkending]

The Line-up (One-shot)

Summary: Every Avenger has a death glare they've mastered, but a few select someones on the team are the champions of staring into their opponent's souls and making sure they know there is no survival. However, these individuals aren't always intimidating in their day-to-day lives...

Pairing: Bucky x Avenger Reader (Goofy & stubborn relationship)

Word Count: 1700+

A/N: I got the idea for this one-shot from the picture above that I came across on Pinterest and couldn't stop the creative juices from flowing... Please enjoy!!

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Lined up in a row were the four most wanted individuals in the Avenger's history. And each one of them had their eyes set on the camera, with a slight head tilted to the side—the death stare of some of the sweetest individuals.

"Who made that?" Natasha said, coming over Peter's shoulder.

"It's just a meme," Peter explained with a nervous laugh.

"What's meme-ing about it?" Natasha quirks her head to the side as she analyzes the pictures, and Peter chuckles at her action- mimicking the ones on the screen.

"Uh, the joke is that it's a lineup of individuals who could end you without a second thought, and they all have a matching head tilt before that plan is executed." Peter watched as Nat kept her head to the side as she tried to understand the joke. He starts to point at the action but decides he likes his finger more.

"That lineup contains some of the biggest softies on the team," Nat scoffed and moved further into the kitchen, continuing her first task in the room. "Have you met Steven Grant? The guy is harmless."

"Doesn't mean they don't have a second side to them," Peter argued politely, watching her have a look of understanding to his comment, and he continued on with his homework. "The world doesn't get to see their domesticated life. They wouldn't find them so intimidating if they saw what happens on this floor of the compound."

"That I can agree with," Nat laughs, putting the kettle on the stove and making a mug of tea before heading to her apartment for the night.

"I swear to God, Barnes. If you don't get off my ass!" Y/N grumbles as she comes around the corner, shrugging her shoulder like someone was tapping on it.

"I'm not touching you," Bucky's voice was heard right after in a teasing tone.

"And presenting Case and his sidekick, Point," Nat sighs, continuing her task and leaning against the counter, watching Dumb and Dumber come in. Peter chuckles under his breath and tunes into the drama as he 'does his homework.'

"I swear to God, you're a child," she huffed, turning around promptly and swatting his hands away from her where they were hovering as if he was planning on pulling her hair. "Get away from me!"

He's laughing as he barely fights her hits and shoves her playfully away from him before going into the kitchen, leaving Y/N sulking in the living space by the kitchen.

"You would think with how many digits his age has, he'd be more mature, but every day I stand corrected," she huffs a breath through her nose with her fist at her sides.

Bucky just laughs and mutters a 'hey' to the others in the room as he moves to the fridge to have his evening bowl of cereal. Why? He liked sweets, and he'd come to enjoy the ritual of a bowl of his favorite sugary cereal on nights he worked out extra hard.

"She's mad because I beat her in a sparing match today. As if I don't do that every day," he taunts with a smirk over his shoulder as he opens the fridge for the milk and moves to get a bowl and spoon.

Peter watches as Y/N stomps promptly into the kitchen and jumps on the counter space, sitting and blocking the cabinet where Bucky's sweet treat is stored.

He hears her get comfortable and turns to see where exactly she sits.

His face grew more serious. Don't get between that man and his sweets. Everyone knew that, and Y/N knew that very well, but fire loved fire.

"Move."  

"You know damn well I can hold my own against you," she points a mean finger at him and crosses her arms as she does it.

He keeps stern eyes on her, but as always, she doesn't budge at the look. "Y/N, move."

"Make me. I'd love to prove my point," she says, standing her ground and buckled down on the counter. Dropping her legs, she leans forward and challenges him.

"You two annoy me," Nat mumbles as the kettle starts to whistle. She moves to the mug, where her tea bag is set up, and starts pouring the boiling water.

"Nat, you know for a fact I can and have taken this man down multiple times," Y/N detests, only moving her gaze from Bucky for a short second to the redhead.

"Yes, Y/N, we all know that. He's just an ass and knows that him never admitting that drives you insane," she replies, dipping her tea bag up and down after putting the kettle down.

"Well, I'm tired of it," she says cutely, frustrated. "I'm not moving until you say it. Say the truth, asshole," she moves to kick him with her foot, but he's just barely an inch too far away.

It was true, though. She had bested Bucky on quite a few occasions, and he would constantly tease her and tell her that he had let her win. She got fed up with it for a while and refused to spar with him since he pushed her buttons, but he was finally able to convince her to spar again... Today... And we're seeing how that went.

It seemed she had won the spar they were bickering about, but Bucky was still not relenting on his endless teasing.

"We talked about this, Barnes. Let her have the damn win so we can move on from your horrible attempt at flirting, and bonus, you can have your cereal and not be a grump tomorrow. Everyone wins," Nat rolls her eyes, lifting her mug to blow on as she kept dipping the bag.

Bucky acts shocked and offended at the same time. "I'm not flirting-"

Nat gives him a look, and he sneers at her before turning to Y/N.

"Y/N, move, or I'll move you myself." Now it was his turn to buckle down, but this time it was because he wanted to prove Nat wrong, at least to his audience, because clearly she saw right through him.

"No. I don't think you will," she says with a smirk on her lips after hearing Nat's comment.

"Y/N," he practically growls, and his hands turn into fists at his side, flexing to gain composure.

"Sorry, Buster. I'm not moving." Her smirk grows more, and she tilts her head with that vicious smile that shows she knows she's won.

"There it is," Peter whispers to Nat in front of him.

"There, what is?" she replies quietly.

He turns the computer around and shows the meme with Y/N, Bucky, Wanda, and Steven lined up, looking at the camera with the look she was sporting now.

She looks at it and back at the two in front of her. Bucky is now mimicking his own stare in that picture towards Y/N. It's like a live-action shot, but the context behind these looks is completely different. Even so, the challenging and deadly personalities seem to be coming out to... Play.

Bucky takes a step forward, and Y/N can tell the fight is about to start. The excitement in her eyes matches what they see on the field, with a hint of intrigue.

"I feel like we should leave because I worry we're in the line of fire for flying glass plates or something," Nat says, walking over to Peter to protect him if that scenario comes up.

"Maybe this was the push they needed," he shrugs, unbothered by the usual banter between the two. "Ha," he lets out a single laugh. "See? No one who sees this meme would know those looks would be directed towards a situation about cereal being the problem here."

"I don't think cereal is the real issue here," Nat says, eyes focused on the two.

"I'll move if you just admit that I can and have beat you on multiple occasions when we spar," she smiles smugly, kicking her legs back and forth.

Peter and Nat watch the interaction carefully and can see Bucky slowly start to give up.

"Say it..." Y/N drags out, seeing the resolve.

"You've beaten me on occasion," Bucky mumbles so lowly under his breath that only anyone with super super hearing can hear him.

"Sorry, a little louder for the people in the back?" Y/N goads him, leaning her head forward with a hand to her ear.

He rolls his eyes and sends her a straight face.

"You've bested me once or twice," he says again, just a touch louder.

"How about the whole truth now?" she leans back, preparing to jump off the counter but waiting for a confession she actually wants.

Bucky throws his hands in the air and looks up at the ceiling.

"Y/N, you have bested me more times than I can count, and I'm an asshole for saying otherwise!" he says and then looks at her. "Can you please move out of the fucking way now?!"

"Since you asked so nicely," she smiles victoriously and jumps off the counter gracefully, walking up to him and looking up at him. "Was that so hard?" she asks with a fake pout and pats his chest.

He blushes but looks away to hide the reddened cheeks, and luckily, she skips away to Nat and Peter.

"Now, if you'll excuse me," she sighs as if her banter was the equivalent of a five-hour trial. "He's about to discover I finished off his last box of Captain Crunch, and I'd prefer to keep my ass attached to my body." Bucky lets out a low growl, and without looking, she smiles and moves quickly to the exit. "Pray for me!"

"Y/N!" He shouts, slamming the cabinet and running after her as she turns the corner like a rabbit who's out of time. "You little-!"

"See, it ended up being about cereal," Peter comments once they're out of the room.

"Ended, but didn't start that way," she laughs and brings her drink to her lips.

"Why did Bucky almost run me over in the hall, and why did I hear Y/N cackling like an evil witch turning a sharp corner to the training room?" Wanda asks, her head still turned to the hall from which she had just come.

"I don't ask questions when it comes to idiots that clearly love each other," Nat shakes her head. "What are you doing here? I thought you didn't get back from your mission for a few more hours."

"Left early," she shrugs and comes in, looking at Peter's screen with the picture still on it. "What's that?"

Peter meets her eyes and laughs. "It's a whole thing."

"I have time," she smiles, tilting her head with an interested smile.

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[adorehyyuka]

cutie!hyuka <3

smut mdni

warnings: the dom & sub dynamic is a bit less prominent in this drabble, Kai's a virgin and reader is not, readers gender is not talked about and neither is their specific genitalia, dacryphilia ? praise, penetration, friends to ? big dick Kai, belly bulge, I don't really like how this turned out just because I fussed over it so much :/

your best friend was a virgin. huening kai was a virgin. he told you so himself, with flushed cheeks and teary eyes from embarrassment. he looked so deliciously pathetic you almost felt some sympathy for him. the only thing that was stopping you from feeling that sympathy was the sudden and overwhelming urge to fuck him into the couch.

and he was just so appreciative that you'd help him out, like the sweet best friend you'd always been.

kai was breathless after you pulled away from his lips and started kissing down his throat. every sensation felt like euphoria to him. his skin under your fingertips burned like nothing else ever had. every time your lips touched him he felt like he was being transported to heaven. nothing could ever beat this feeling.

"y/n. . ." kai whimpered as your knee brushed against his crotch. you chuckled against the skin of his neck, grinning like a cheshire cat when you felt his hips lift up in order to feel more of you.

"gotta be patient baby" you whispered in his ear whilst your hands continued to run all over his body, gripping and groping places you knew he'd keen for more of. and just as you expected your words were met with eager nods and cute little whimpers.

god he looked so pretty. his brown eyes filled with lust pleading up at you, begging for you to just touch him already. and his glossy lips that were parted just right, they were practically demanding to be kissed until bruised.

"so fucking beautiful. . ."

you'd never really felt this way about your best friend before. he'd always just been huening kai to you, huening kai your goofy best friend. but now as you stared at each other, hips pressed desperately against one anothers, you couldn't help the way your heart fluttered. (or maybe it was just the horniness getting to you)

"please, need you to touch me. . . it hurts" Kai mewled out and started to squeeze the flesh of your plush thighs, hands feeling anywhere they could reach. you shivered under his touch and quickly gave in, pulling his sweats down along with his boxers which he gladly helped kick off.

it was a little perverted but after having those words whispered in your ear and a kiss pressed right below your jaw you couldn't help but hurry along with your movements, you'd never tell Kai but you were desperate to have him.

to say you were stunned when your eyes landed on Kai's dick was an understatement. he was fucking massive. you unconsciously bit your lip and felt yourself clench around nothing, would it even fit ?

you shamelessly stared down at his crotch, thirsty eyes drinking up his fat mushroom tip that just looked so yummy. you could only imagine how heavenly it would feel to have him poking that good spot inside of you. "fuck. . . you're so big Kai"

your words alone had him twitching against his stomach, he swore he could come right then and there. but he decided to hold out once he noticed you pulling down your trousers and undergarments.

the next few minutes were a blur. there was so much teasing and touching that it made Kai's mind numb, all he could do was sit there prettily and huff out high pitched mewls into the crook of your neck whilst you did what you wanted with him (which was mostly just fondling and worshiping everything above his hips) but you made sure to bring him out of his daze once you started bouncing up and down on his cock.

it was loud to say the least, your ass smacking against the meat of his thighs every time you came back down, the sound of slick and sticky skin rubbing against each other, and of course the sound of both of your whimpers and moans mingling in the air. you wouldn't blame your neighbours if they came knocking at your door tomorrow.

Kai's head rolled back against the sofa and his lips parted in a silent moan, the way you were squeezing so tight had him borderline delirious, god why hadn't he done this sooner ? he cursed himself in his mind and prayed to god that his dick was good enough to have you coming back for more, now that he'd felt your velvety insides there was absolutely no way you could have an innocent friendship anymore.

"you're making me feel so fucking good" you groaned out in-between curses and moans. he was rubbing up against you so well, his fat cock stretching out your greedy hole which was more than pleased to swallow all of him.

he stared up at you, hips bucking and quivering once he saw how blissful your face was, he had no doubt he probably looked the same. " 'm so close, gonna come. . ." Kai whimpered and scrunched the cushions between his balled up fists.

you took note of his words, how he twitched inside of you and slowed your movements, taking to grinding yourself against him instead.

"not yet, baby. you've been so good for me, just a little longer yeah ?"

your halt in bouncing and your words had him shaking his head and whining out. "can't ! you feel too good, please don't stop !" at this point your languid movements were bringing tears to his eyes, his delicate lashes clumping together with the liquid, but he knew you liked that.

he knew because of the way he felt you flutter around him. and because of the way you let out a gutteral moan, lifting your body to start jumping up and down on him again.

"shit, your dick is absolutely perfect,, can practically feel you in my stomach." you whispered before slamming your lips onto Kai's and letting your mouths swallow each other's shameless sounds.

the last straw for Kai was when you grabbed his hand and pressed it against the bottom of your stomach, making him grope the small bulge he was creating. he let out a choked wail and bit down on your lip, stomach twisting in pleasure as he spilled inside of you. he knew for sure you would be doing this again.

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[thebest-medicine]

could u do 21 for lee!bakugou and literally any ler of ur choosing, i just love ticklish bakugou more than air LMAO

Prompt 21 - "Big talk for someone so ticklish."

A/N: i also love ticklish bakugo he is so cute

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The sound of laughter rang out from a small training room on the lower floor of the dorms. Kirishima was on the ground, laughing with his head back and his legs kicking as Kaminari awkwardly pinned him, half kneeling over his middle. The cause of his laughter was Kaminari tickling as avidly as he could along his stomach with his one free hand.

“YahahAHA- nohoho Kahahahahaminariii-hehee!”

“Tap out! Tap out!” He pressured his friend incessantly. “You know you want to!”

“Noohhoho!” Kirishima cackled.

“Oi! You guys better be done in here by 9 or I’ll kick your asses.” Katsuki grumbled loudly from the doorway as he passed by. “And stop being so fucking loud.”

Kaminari and Kirishima looked at each other for a moment, stopping their goofy ‘spar’, and looked at their explosive friend.

“Why don’t you just come train with us?” Kirishima asked, waving him in.

“Train?” Bakugo gave them a skeptical once over as they both stood. “What the hell are you guys even doing in here?”

“Training.” Kirishima smirked at him. “No quirks, though. Just a good ol’ spar.”

“Yep. Just gotta get the other person to tap out.” And then Kaminari winked as he added. “By any means necessary.” He wiggled his fingers at Kirishima who swatted him away.

“Yeah right, I’d kick your asses in a second.” Bakugo huffed, starting to walk away.

Kirishima rolled his eyes dramatically for Kaminari’s benefit. “Big talk for someone so ticklish.”

“Hah-?” Bakugo turned around with wide, angry eyes. “What did you just say?!”

Kirishima raised an eyebrow, unphased. “You heard me.”

“Why you little- what are you talking about? I’m not even- you’re stupid- what-”

“Come on then, spar with us!” Kaminari riled him further. “Unless you’re scared?”

“You extras couldn’t even dream of beating me!” Bakugo took a step into the room. His friends’ grins widened.

What Bakugo didn’t expect off the bat was for both of them to team up and gang up on him, knocking him over on his back after a few minutes of constant battering. “Screw you guys!” Katsuki shouted, bringing his palm up toward Kirishima.

“Ah, ah, ah! No quirks!” Eijirou scolded him, grabbing the arm. “Don’t be a sore loser now!”

“LOSER?! HAH! YOU’RE THE LOSERS!” Katsuki fumed, struggling as Kirishima climbed over his thighs and Kaminari leaned across the arm that Kirishima wasn’t holding.

“Don’t wanna give up yet? That’s fine~.” Denki teased, and then brought his hands down to pinch at their explosive friend’s ribs.

“BA-FFFFF-FUCK! HA! NO!” Bakugo protested loudly, wiggling under their pin and kicking his legs.

“Toooooooold you~.” Kirishima sing-songed. “Now, don’t worry, all you have to do now is give up.”

“NEVER! JEHEHEHERKS!” Katsuki shouted as he started to laugh, unable to avoid the constant plucking of fingers along his side and ribs. Soon, one of Kirishima’s hands joined the fray and tickled along his stomach and hips. Bakugo shrank into the floor, laughing stubbornly under his friends’ ticklish assault. It would be a while before he gave in, they all knew it.

Katsuki was ‘never’ getting dragged into this type of ‘training’ again! He barely got in five minutes of actual hand to hand combat before the two of them pinned him down. And now, he was going to spend the rest of their sparring time laughing himself silly. At least it would be an ab workout? Eventually, he would tap out. And the three of them would laugh. And in the coming days, he would exact thorough revenge of both of them.

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[kiibichio]

STATE FAIR ❤︎ C. STURNIOLO

OVERVIEW ;; you and chris go to the state fair for a date <3

CONTAINS ;; fluffy fluff fluff. use of y/n, im sorry 😭. smoochies, holding hands, MUSHY SHIT

mora speaks ;; so i was watching the 3005 mv by childish gambino and thought about being on a ferris wheel, holding hands and kissing chris. UGH i love that man.

date posted ;; 02.18.24

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6:26 pm.

“c’mon y/n! we only have a few hours let’s make it worth our while!” chris exclaims, dragging me in the direction of the bumper cars.

me and my boyfriend of 5 months, chris, were at the california state fair with our friend, madi and his brothers, nick and matt. we had been begging matt to take us, but every time we brought it up, our schedules just wouldn’t match up. so, today was one of the only days we could go before it ended.

once we arrived, we bought our wristbands and started walking around all together until matt told us, “listen. i know you guys have been dying to come here, but..” matt starts to speak, but i tune him out, making jokes with nick and madi.

“…so since im the only one who knows how to drive, you have 5 hours. meet back at the ticket stand at 11. if you guys aren’t here, im leaving you all. dead ass. you guys got that?” he announces.

me and chris nod at him in sync.

“alright, you can go.” matt says, shooing us away.

chris almost runs away from his brother, dragging me along with him.

MATT’S POV ;;

“i feel like im raising some damn kids with those two.” i sigh, looking at madi and nick

“just let them be. they’re in loveeee” nick laughs, making kissy faces at madi.

“now im raising four kids.” i chuckle

YOUR POV ;;

and that brings us here,

“c’mon y/n! we only have a few hours let’s make it worth our while!” chris exclaims, dragging me in the direction of the bumper cars.

“chris, 5 hours is more than enough time to enjoy ourselves.” i breathe heavily due to him pulling me all the way to the other side of the fair just to get to the bumper cars.

“yea.. but we have to go on every ride and we gotta eat. duh.” he rolls his eyes playfully

“okay okay,” i giggle, “so i’m guessing you wanna go on the bumper cars first, huh?”

“you know me too well, baby.” he smiles, giving me a sweet, soft kiss on my lips, “let’s get in line before it gets too long.”

“wait! i forgot something!” i urgently say.

“what is it, mama?” chris asks, turning around to look at me with a bit of worry in his voice.

i pull his face down to mine and make his mouth meet mine, giving him another soft peck.

“just wanted to kiss you again.” i speak, a smile growing on my face

chris smiles back at me before walking into the line for the bumper cars.

we spent the next four and a half hours riding rollercoasters, goofy kiddie rides and other things. of course we took a snack break and shared a funnel cake with a snowball, but other than that, we were running each other all over the fair grounds, trying to figure out what to get on and what games to play next. chris ended up winning me a gigantic, fluffy, stuffed animal while i beat him in a water gun game, winning a luigi plushie. although i gave it to him anyway since i felt bad for beating him.

but as we approached 11 pm, we had one last ride to get on.

“baby, my feet are wearing and it’s almost 11, can we go wait in the car for nick and the others?” i groan

“just wait, ma. we got one more ride to go on.” he smirks, walking towards the ride, holding my hand like he has been the whole time.

we end up getting in the line to the ferris wheel and surprisingly, there only four people in front of us.

“see? it won’t take us too long, baby” he explained, “it’ll be like 30 seconds.”

“chris, i don’t care how long it takes as long as im with you and as long as we get back to the others by 11.”

he smiles at my reassurance and waits for our turn to get on the ride. once it’s our time to hop on, we do so. we get in the cart and wait for it to start. i lay my head on chris’ shoulder, a comfortable silence between us.

“hey, y/n, baby?” he speaks up

“yes, chris, my love?” i respond, my head still on his shoulder, the ride moving now. we were nearing the top, the view of the fair and the highway below us.

he brings my chin up with one finger to meet his face. he kisses me, slow, soft and passionately. it’s perfect. he’s perfect.

i giggle, “that’s all you wanted to do?”

“no. i also had to tell you this.. i love you, y/n” he announces genuinely.

i quietly gasp, he’s never said that before.. is he serious? “do you mean that, chris?” i ask in disbelief.

“im so serious.” he answers.

“i love you too, chris.” i say, leaning in for another kiss.

only to get cut off by the ride jerking to a stop.

“uh oh..” he murmurs

“CHRISTOPHER OWEN STURNIOLO. ARE WE FUCKING STUCK?” i yell at him

“oops.. SORRY!” he quickly apologizes.

i sigh and rub my temples. just wait until madi and the others hear this fucking story.

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mora speaks (again) ;; i thought this was really cute and funny 😭 or maybe im just cringe and unoriginal 😔 BUT LMK IF U LIKED THISSS BC I DID 💪🏾 also requests are officially OPEN so ask away my lovesss. toodles !! (p.s. this is my second fic EVER go easy on my pretty please)

tag list ;; @sturniolos-blog 🍵

[kayadrake123]

I’m not your friend

Jason Todd x GN!Reader

A little cute story for Jason!

……………………………………

Jason furrows his eyebrows at the sound of your hushed giggles as you enter the apartment. He messaged you that he’s coming over around a hour ago, and when he found the place empty he just decided to stay and wait up for you. He found it weird that you weren’t home at 2 o’clock in the morning, but he didn’t really worry because you could have gone over to a friend’s place.

He looks up from his spot on the couch to see you stumbling into the room, a dopey smile on your lips as you held onto the wall for balance. You shush yourself a few times but still giggling rather loud. Jason smiles at the sight.

“Y/N?” He calls out, and let’s out a laugh when you jump a little. “Oh hey Jayjay…” You say, a hand held to your chest. You bend down to take off your shoes, which appears to be a difficult task for you as you struggle to pull them off. You almost fall over but catch yourself at the last second. Standing up, you look at the man in front of you with the same goofy smile. “You look nice.”

He smiles at the compliment. “Thank you, are you drunk?”

You move closer to the couch, still stumbling a little bit. Once you reach it, you lean against the arm of the couch and stare into his eyes. The first thing Jason notices is how close you are to his face, and the fact that your eyes are bloodshot red and that you reek of weed.

“Maybe.” You grin at him, your hands coming up to touch his cheeks. Due to your lack of balance and having nothing to support you properly, you fall forward, causing Jason to grab you wrists to stop you. You let out more giggles and look down at your hands. “You care about me.”

You say it teasingly, but Jason ignores it to encourage you to take a seat. “Uh-huh, come and sit on the couch Boobie.”

You smile at the nickname, but listen nonetheless and allow him to pull you into the seat next to him. ‘Boobie’ is a nickname you and Jason came up with when you were kids. You’ve known him since Bruce first adopted him, and rekindled your friendship when he came back from the pit. People have always said you two were inseparable, stuck close together like to boobs in a bra (the words of Dick Grayson while he was drunk off of his ass). S you both now call each other ‘Boobie’ for that reason.

As soon as you sit down, you snuggle up close to him with your nose buried into his neck. You take a deep breath before they turn into soft ones. For a second Jason thinks you’re sleeping, but then you start humming a song. He side eyes you but goes to pick up the poetry book he was looking at without moving you too much.

As his eyes scan the pages, he feels you peek to see what he’s up to. A scoff leaves your lips before you sit up and move away from him to face him properly. You lick your lips before speaking.

“‘I wanted to tell him that I loved him, that my heart beats a little faster when he smiles at me. I wanted to tell him that whenever I’m away from him, the noise gets louder and that the knife feels deeper.’” Jason looks up at you with and lowers the book onto his lap. With his full attention, you continue. “‘But I can’t. Not when he looks at her like that, and how she looks back. Not when his hands feel cold in mine, but his face heats up at the sight of her. Not when I know the pain of rejection is one I wouldn’t be able to take. So I stay silent.’”

“Hm.” Jason stares at you, a curious expression on his handsome face.

“It’s one of my favourite poems.” You tell him, an almost painful smile on your lips. Your eyes move to another spot in the room, a distant look on your face as you let out a loud sigh.

The atmosphere in the room changes. Jason watches you closely, trying to understand exactly what you’re feeling and thinking in this very moment. He says nothing, and neither do you. You fall into a comfortable silence.

After a few minutes Jason stands up to get you a glass of water and some Chinese you have left over in your fridge from last night. As he warms it up in the microwave, he leans against the island in the middle of the kitchen to get a view of you on the couch. You have your head in your hands with both your eyes closed, probably trying to get yourself together.

He shakes his head at you but let’s out a little chuckle.

“Here you go Y/N,” Jason kicks your foot gently to get your attention when he returns to the living room. You lift your head a little too quickly and groan in pain. “Easy easy…”

“Thank you,” you whisper, your voice now a little raspy. You take the glass and the plate.

Jason responds before taking up his previous seat. There’s a little space between the two of you, not much, but enough for the both of you to move around.

You chew on your food, occasionally taking a sip of water, as Jason continues to read some poetry, but not without sneaking a few glances at you to make sure you’re eating. You finish eating in about 15 minutes and place your dishes on the coffee table in front of you.

“Hey Boobie?” You start.

“Mhmm?” He doesn’t look up from the words on the pages, but you know he’s listening.

You clear your throat. “Do you think it’s possible to love someone that much?”

He still doesn’t look up. “What do you mean?”

“Like in the poem. All that fairytale shit we hear about butterflies, and hearts beating faster, all that shit. Do you think it’s true?”

“Um…” he licks his lips and lifts his head to look ahead of him in thought. “I mean, I think it’s possible for someone to make you that happy. But that doesn’t necessarily mean that if you don’t feel those ‘butterflies’ that you’re not in love with the person. It’s different for people.”

“And the pain?”

“Of rejection?”

“Of love in general.”

He looks up at the ceiling now. “The people who love us the most, can hurt us the most. And the other way round.” He looks at you in the eyes now. “Whether it’s intentional or not, we hurt those around us. But the beauty of love? It’s being able to help each other heal those wounds they caused each other. To accept all the ugly and the beautiful, because that’s what love truly is. It can be painful, but it can also be beautiful.”

You’re stuck staring at him. You try to move your mouth to reply to his poetic words, to tell him you agree, but you can’t. It’s like your body is afraid to ruin the moment, afraid that if you move too much you’ll scare him off. One of Jason’s eyebrows lift as he stares back at your face. He can’t explain the look on your face, because it’s not emotionless, in fact it’s full of so much emotion.

“You have beautiful eyes.” It comes out without you even realising you’re saying it.

His eyes widen at the compliment. This compliment isn’t like the one you said earlier, or all the ones you’ve ever said to him, because this one is said with some much love that it surprises him.

“Thank you,” He clears his throat. “Your eyes are beautiful too.”

You smile at him and he swears he’s so fucking in love with you.

You both continued to talk, having conversations about anything and everything. The room was filled with laughs, whispers, yells and the occasional song from one of your phones. Throughout it all, you both keep on stealing long glances at each other. Unspoken words sit on the tips of your tongues, words you both wish you were more confident to say.

Somehow you got onto the topic of fears, and had migrated from the couch to your bed. Both of you lay on your backs, your heads to the ceiling.

Your heads are both on one pillow. You’re so close to each other that you can feel his body heat. It comforts you to have him so close. It makes you feel safe.

“What’s your biggest fear?” He whispers to you.

“My biggest one?” He hums. You turn your head to look at him, causing Jason to do the same. Your noses are practically touching. “Losing you.”

He turns his head into the pillow to let out a laugh. You smile at how cute he is. When he turns back, he has a little bit of red on his cheeks and a dopey smile on his lips.

“Losing me?” He questions.

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because I love you.”

He doesn’t move. The smile he held seconds ago disappears, leaving behind a blank expression. The longer you watch him though, you realise that he isn’t looking at you blankly, that his emotions are where you always find them: his eyes. For as long as you can remember, Jason has always been a hard cookie to crack, he’s been trained to hide his emotions by Batman and years of trauma. But one day, as you stared deep into his eyes, you realised that Jason’s eyes held all his emotions.

For something so beautiful, his eyes hold so much rage within them.

“You love me?” He finally asks, his voice just above a whisper.

“Of course I do, I tell you this all the time.” You smile at him, but you know what he’s really asking. You can feel it too.

You’ve said those 3 words dozens of times to him, but this time, it feels and sounds different. Like you mean it differently this time. Like you don’t mean it as just friends.

“No but…” His hand comes up to your cheek and hovers above it, as if he’s afraid to touch you. “Not like that.”

“Then like what?” You were beginning to sober up. You move your head so that his palm finally touches your cheek. He cups it gently, stroking the area below your eyes soothingly. “Like I have a crush on you?”

He chuckles at your childishness. “Do you have a crush on me?”

You grin. “Sometimes…”

“Sometimes?”

“Yeah, like when you won’t stop looking at me like that.” You playfully try to push his face away from yours. He laughs at your actions, his hands coming up to grab your wrists. He lays a kiss on one of your palms.

“Like what?”

“With your stupid pretty eyes and face that make me nervous and blush and shit,” He snorts, the loudest laugh you’ve ever heard leaving his mouth. His one hand moves to caress your cheek. “And when you do cute shit.”

“Cute shit?” “Like you are now.”

He leans his forehead against yours, his eyes closed and your hand held up to his chest in between the both of you. One of your hands move to stroke his hair soothingly. Jason moans softly at the feeling, his body moving slightly closer to yours. A yawn leaves your mouth, causing you to pause in your movements. Jason opens his eyes and watches you throw your head back as you let another yawn out.

When you look back at him, he has the softest smile on his beautiful pink lips. It makes him look more kissable. You wish you had the courage to just lean in closer and press your lips against his. Hell, you wish you had the courage to tell him you love him. Your right hand moves to stroke his bottom lip.

“You’re my best friend…” you start, and something flashes in Jason’s eyes. The smile falls from his lips. “Don’t say that.” He gives you a vulnerable look.

“And I love you. Just…not how I’m supposed to.”

He narrows his eyes at you. “What are you saying?”

You give him a sad smile. “Nothing. I just…wanted you to know that I love you.”

“I love you too.” His eyes drift to your lips before looking you straight in the eyes. “Not how I’m supposed to.”

Your smile grows wider, and you can’t stop yourself from leaning over and placing a loving kiss on the side of his mouth, so close to his lips. His eyes close at the sensation. You place another kiss on his forehead and allow him to snuggle under your chin and into your chest, his arms wrapping around your lower stomach and yours circling his shoulders while cradling his head.

It doesn’t take long for you to fall asleep, not only because you’re still kinda drunk but also because you have the man you’re in love with cradled in your arms.

Even though you know you’re probably going to be mortified when you wake up for saying all this shit to Jason, for now you allow the familiar scent of Jason to consume you as you drift off into slumberland.

[ebonyslasher]

Spicy Alphabet: Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez

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

A deft, rough tongue will clean whatever hole he's cummed in. He will stop there, unless it leads to more sex. He will let you hobble over to get cleaned up and will watch in amusement. But, he will carry you the rest of the way to get clean. Isn’t too keen on cuddling but will let you hang on him. 

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

Grimmjow took time to cultivate this powder blue hairdo. It's a visual testament to his personality, even when he's calm. The perfect mix of sleek, wild, and sexy. He's the IT guy around here!

But, fuck, would he not admit that your hair is cool as fuck too. Your hair texture was much different from his. So transformative! If it's not your natural, wonderful nappy hair bouncing about: you have to coolest braid and color combo's ever.

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

A lot, surprisingly. But it isn't thick.

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

Grimmjow, unsurprisingly, likes to spar. It's a form of foreplay for him. If you're able to best him, he does become submissive- although it's easy to miss. He's more susceptible to receiving any ass play from you. His moans will be high-pitched and desperate during that time.

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

The deep dick twisting technique did not come without experience.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

This

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

He’ll say some ego driven things that might make you laugh. But don’t until after sex. He'll be cozy enough to let the jokes slide.

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

Wild, like his hair

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

Surprisingly, some. It's just shown way differently than the stereotypical trope method. Two examples:

A: In different positions, he's gentle with bending you around.

B: Even though he's an exhibitionist, there are still some activities that he'd rather be just you and him.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Sometimes, if he can’t spar or fight the energy away.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Spanking, Kittenplay, degradation (giving), Praising (give/receive), edging, fear play, exhibitionism, creaming, competitive sex.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere in Hueco Mundo, even in front of others.

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

Strong personalities, challenging him, revealing outfits, acting and dressing like a cat/kitten, being confident, bragging, being independent and doing shit yourself. Vulgar flirtatious energy.

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

Humiliation (receiving), meek attitude, child like look/personality, whining, crying, praising others.

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

Yesss, gives and receives.

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

It's like static: Fast, rough, and his deepness varies.

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

Anytime, anyplace, sexy. Literally. And he's competitive? He will try to figure out how to make you cum faster each time. Currently trying to beat his 3:25 record.

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

Yeah, of course. He wants to fuck in front of the others, including his superiors. Even Aizen (who secretly wouldn't mind). He don't care.

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

High stamina and has no refractory period. All arrancars have outstanding endurance.

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

Doesn’t own toys and isn’t a fan. The most he likes is anything that'll add to any of your sexy outfits (or his).

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Yes, he is sadistic after all.

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

Let's just say everyone knows when y'all are fucking.

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

Lust running high, Grimmjow is feeling sensually desperate. He prowls the halls to find you. You were sitting down, focused on whatever stupid thing your were working on. Looking gorgeous. But, unfortunately, not in the mood.

Usually, Grimmjow would just grab you and get you in the mood fast. But, he felt sensual. Flowingly sexy.

Grimmjow gathers his energy and conjures a sexy garb that shows off his torso, legs, and dick print. He didn't care if anyone else saw. His mission was to win you over with this outfit.

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

8.0 and slightly barbed when in cat form. Uncircumcised.

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

Very high, he can just control it to a certain degree. Whenever you're down, he's down. Whenever he's down, you better be ready.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

No, he's going to prowl around or try to coax another round out of you

[obl1vionblackhart]

How is that fair?

Bron Breakker x Fem! Reader

Requested?: yes, by gem ❤️❤️

Warnings: fighting, yelling, slight swearing

Summary: You’re Grayson Waller’s sister, when training at the PC with your (secret) boyfriend Bron, a brawl breaks out between your beloved boyfriend and your brother… and you’re left to pick up the pieces.

(Gif not mine!!)

“Oh come on, you can’t be tired already” your boyfriend, Bron- let out a laugh as you groaned.

“Well I am! I’m smaller than you are.” You huffed, sitting on the floor with a pout. You’d been dating Bron for 4 months now, without your brother’s knowledge. To say he’d be mad was.. an understatement. Your brother, Grayson.. he didn’t get along with many people, as sad as it was you were one of his very few friends.

“Oh come on, try.” He chuckled, holding his hand out to you. You stared at him for a second, before taking his hand and pulling yourself up. He gave you a goofy grin, causing you to laugh softly as he kissed your head.

“I’m gonna go say hi to Monika, don’t miss me to much” you mumbled to him, before walking over to Monika. The two of you talked for a bit, trading tips and training for a while. You were both snapped out of conversation as a commotion gathered, you turned your head and your mouth dropped open in horror. Your brother and Your boyfriend… beating the living hell out of each other.

“Shit..” you mumbled, sprinting over to get in between them. “Come on Bron!” Your brother yelled, going to punch the side of his face. “Both of you!!! Stop!” You shrieked, pushing them apart as you faced Bron.

“He started it! He came in here yelling!” Bron tried to defend himself, only for you to shush him and pull him away. Your brother watched you with a frown, throwing his arms up. ‘Hold on’ you mouthed to him, leading Bron to the other side of the ring.

“Calm down.. I don’t care who started it, are you okay?” You spoke softly, holding the side of his face. He nodded, melting into your touch “I’m fine.. are you?” You waved him off with a chuckle “of course I am”

“Okay..” he mumbled with a smile. “Okay” you whispered back, kissing him softly. He kissed back, before you were suddenly jerked to the side and bron fell to the floor. You looked up in shock, your shock turning to anger as you spotted the face of your big brother.

“Stay the hell away from my sister you bitch!” He yelled, pulling you up by the arm. You pulled your arm away, giving him a firm slap on the face before helping your boyfriend up.

“I’m a grown ass woman! Don’t you dare lay a hand on my boyfriend again.” “Boyfriend?! Y/N!-“ Grayson starter, his hand gestures all over the place. He couldn’t believe his ears, of all people, you were with him???

“No Grayson. Stay the hell away from him” you snapped, leading bron out of the PC and into the parking lot. You sighed, running a hand through your hair. You looked up at Bron, to see a smirk on his lips. “What?” You chuckled, as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders

“You’re hot when you’re mad” he said, his eyes scanning the parking lot. You scoffed playfully, shaking your head “was I not hot before?”

“You’re always hot baby, but that was a new level” his smirk returned, pulling you into a steamy kiss.

Watching from a distance, was Grayson. There was no way in hell this was going to continue… not if he has something to do with it.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed!! (Especially you Gem 🤭) requests are open, knock yourselves out!!

Tags: @cuttingedge3

[zodiyack]

Separate Ways

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader, Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, angst, suggestiveness, slight mention of smut but not like super duper detailed, Steve being Steve the all knowing mother

Words: 1,932

Request: Hi! I LOVE your content! I’ve been obsessed with the song Separate Ways by Journey and I was wondering if I could request something where Eddie and reader used to date, broke up and now she’s dating Steve (doesn’t have to be anything serious maybe like first date) and Eddie just being all angsty like in the song. Could have a happy ending or not idk up to you! Ty 🥰🥰

Song: Separate Ways by journey

Masterlist | Stranger Things Masterlist

Taglist: @matth1w, @redspaceace-writes​, @simonsbluee, @sebby-staan, @sebastianstanslefteyebrow​, @darling-i-read-it, @sebby-staan, ​@tubble-wubble, @livlaughquinn, @bubsonnobx

Here we stand, Worlds apart, hearts broken in two, two, two. Sleepless nights, Losing ground, I'm reaching for you, you, you. Feeling that it's gone, Can't change your mind, If we can't go on, To survive the tide, Love divides

Sleepless nights were all the pair knew. Not that the other was aware of each other's predicament. The dark circles under both pairs of eyes left little to guess when questioning their current mental and emotional states. Ever since their breakup, each felt like a part of them was missing. But, both were too stubborn to admit. Neither of them had even tried to move on...until now.

Y/N was making plans with Steve to go on a date, with Eddie sneakily eavesdropping from around the corner of the video store's front counter. She leaned on her arm, which rested atop the hard surface, mumbling out her idea.

Eddie always thought her mumbling was cute. So of course, he took offence to Steve's annoyance. "So i uh- ya know- like-"

"You what? I'm sorry, Y/N, but I've got work to get to. Or at least, to seem busy if I don't want to get fired." He sighed.

"Well I was going to ask you..." she breathed in, ignoring the feeling in her gut telling her not to go through with it. "If you wanted to go have dinner with me?" Almost instantly, Y/N was filled with regret. She didn't want to go have dinner with anyone. Not if they weren't Eddie. "But since you've taken so kindly to being an ass-"

Eddie would've beat Steve's ass if he could. It frustrated him seeing Y/N upset. Yeah, he knew not being taken seriously or listened to were two of her biggest pet peeves, but this was personal. Even if Y/N wasn't his girl anymore, it felt like Steve was stealing her regardless. He didn't want anyone to make her feel the way he did.

Steve's hand grabbed hers, her eyes meeting his in response to the gesture. Eddie watched with anger coursing through his entire being at the action. "I'd love to. I'm sorry for being so pushy, I'm just not trying to get out of this job Robin helped me get, ya know?" A guilty smirk sat uncomfortably upon his lips, his free hand scratching the back of his neck nervously.

"I understand. When does your shift end?"

"Tonight, it ends around ten. Tomorrow, though, I get off at about six. I can pick you up after I get home and changed?" His head tilted, meant to be playful and relief to some of the tension weighing upon them.

To her, though, the gesture made her think of Eddie. He was always so playful and goofy. "Yeah, sounds good. See you then Harrington." With a kind smile, she turned and made her way out the door.

Blinded by the thoughts clouding her mind, she walked past Eddie's van without a second thought. Rather, she didn't even notice it. Eddie rushed out the store, hidden from Harrington's eyes by Robin- who reluctantly agreed to help Eddie with this mission- distracting him with work talk, watching as she walked off. If he had the balls to step up from his stubbornness and tell her how he felt, beg her not to go on the date, he would. Instead, he was waiting by the vehicle, watching as she faded into the distance.

Someday love will find you; Break those chains that bind you. One night will remind you; How we touched and went our separate ways. If he ever hurts you, True love won't desert you; You know I still love you, Though we touched and went our separate ways

Her fingers drifted over her shirt, the buttons threatening to come undone with the temptation and intentions spiraling within her.

No, no, it's wrong. It's been a good amount of time from the breakup, they were far from lovers anymore, right? Thinking of him in this light would be unfair to her and Eddie himself. ...As well as Steve.

Her date with him tomorrow was like a weight on her gut, troubling her abilities to breathe. Maybe she just needed to unwind, like she'd planned on doing. Steve was her date, after all, maybe she just needed to think of him in another light.

As her hand crept lower and lower, the heat in her panties becoming harder to ignore, she closed her eyes and found herself untensing, her body melting into the mattress. Just as her fingers reached the place she ached, they stopped. Hovering her hand over her clothed wetness, her eyes snapped open.

The image of Steve she'd focused on in her head had practically dissolved into Eddie in less than a minute, Y/N only catching herself right before she got to the goods.

"Fuck." Her hand dropped onto the bed beside her, frustration filling her core and mind.

He wouldn't get out of her head. No matter what, it was always him who came to mind. For fucks sake, she couldn't even get off without thinking about when he tortured her by edging her with his mouth and fingers until she was a blubbering mess.

Eddie was a passionate lover, but he knew how to make things interesting and fun. It was one of the things she liked about him. But now wasn't the most appropriate time to reminisce on that part of their relationship. Or him at all.

Troubled times, Caught between confusion and pain, pain, pain. Distant eyes, Promises we made were in vain, in vain, in vain. If you must go, I wish you luck. You'll never walk alone, Take care, my love, Miss you, love

Y/N gnawed on her bottom lip, deep in thought. Steve ate away, enjoying his dinner a little too much as he didn't notice Y/N's mental absence. It wasn't his fault, he didn't know her as well as Robin and Eddie did. But...some of it had to be obvious. She had barely touched her food, instead, staring at the table blankly. It was as though her brain were in a different universe and her body a capsule, left sitting at the table.

Robin easily got a view of the whole scene, having worked part time at the restaurant. She had a walkie talkie with her, Eddie sitting in his van outside the restaurant with a nice outfit, which shocked Robin more than Y/N asking Steve out.

After explaining what she saw to Eddie, she began to feel... She felt a strong sense of just. She knew the two were meant to be together, she knew it was hard at the moment, but seeing her with Steve was certainly not right.

Her brows furrowed as she stared at the pair. "Should I intervine?"

"Y-" he cut himself off. A sigh sounded from the other end. No, she would never forgive him. "No no no, don't. If..." He sounded hesitant, hurt. He didn't believe with words that came from his own mouth. "If she really wants to be with him...I want her to be happy. But, I'd think that it built on honesty, not people helping him understand her body language." Eddie's voice sounded broken, but somewhat understanding. Robin actually felt empathy for the guy.

"Okay." Despite her answer, she stepped over anyways. A deep breath for courage before walking to their table. "Hey guys!"

Y/N snapped from her trance smiling at Robin in response. Steve paused his eating to look at Robin with confusion. "Where don't you work?"

"A lot of places, Steve." She scowled before turning to face Y/N. "How are you guys doing, you enjoying your food?"

Steve nodded, continuing to eat. Y/N on the other hand, looked rather off. She looked down at her plate and shrugged.

Suddenly, like a cartoon lightbulb blinked over her head, Robin got an idea. "I'll be right back." She hurried off to the bathroom, leaving at the table a confused Steve and a still thoughtful Y/N.

Steve looked to Y/N for an answer, and this time, she didn't drift too far out of reality, at least, enough to see and shrug in response.

Someday love will find you; Break those chains that bind you. One night will remind you; How we touched and went our separate ways. If he ever hurts you, True love won't desert you; You know I still love you, Though we touched and went our separate ways

"I just...I miss her, Robin. And fuck, Harrington?? I'd still be upset with anyone else, sure, but this is fucking Harrington."

"I know, Munson. I know." She leaned against the bathroom wall, reporting back to and checking on Eddie. "Believe me man, I understand. You two were so close, and obviously important to each other. It sucks that this happened but-"

The door swung open, sending Robin into panic response as her eyes bulged and her hand practically flung behind her back, her finger still pressed on the button that allowed her to speak to Eddie.

"Oh! I didn't mean to scare you." Y/N's voice was soft with concern.

"it's all good," Robin laughed nervously. "Did you have to go-"

"Actually... I was looking for you if I'm being honest."

Robin blinked in surprise. "You were? How'd you know I'd be in here?"

"You headed toward the bathroom..." She looked away, unsure what else to say.

"Right. Well...what's going on?"

Robin was about to comment, but Y/N began to release the pent up thoughts.

Y/N looked troubled. She stared off as she tried to find the words. "I... I miss Eddie."

"I get that. You know...maybe he misses you too."

"Why would he? I could've been here with him tonight rekindling our relationship, but instead I asked out Steve the Hair Harrington. They didn't really start off on the best of terms..."

The two girls chuckled, "Yeah, definitely. Eddie probably scared the shit out of Steve." Robin snorted thinking back.

"Oh he definitely did. But... I fucked up, didn't I." It was phrased more like a statement than a question. Y/N had a whole storyline in her head about what she'd done.

"I honestly don't know what I was thinking. The entire time I was asking Steve out, most of me didn't actually want to. But I ignored that. I can't stop thinking about Eddie, and Steve...he's a nice guy, but I..." Her eyes were fixated on the floor, "Robin, I think I'm in love with Eddie. Like..." She teared up, "he's my soulmate, you know? I can't live without him."

In the van, Eddie could hear the whole conversation. His heart skipped. He'd been trying to reach Robin to tell her he could hear her, but he forgot it wouldn't go through if she was talking. Now he was grateful she didn't realize she was still holding the button. He owed her, a lot.

Oh, someday love will find you, Break those chains that bind you! One night will remind you. If he ever hurts you, True love won't desert you; You know I still love you

Eddie got the go ahead from Robin after Y/N had exited the bathroom. He made his way into the restaurant, finding the pair at the table and pausing before Y/N. His heart raced. He almost forgot how beautiful she was.

"Eds...what are you doing here?"

He licked his lips and rubbed his palms on his thighs, "I came to see you. This-" he looked at Steve, who wasn't at all phased, then back to Y/N. "This isn't right. I should've told you sooner. Or just never fucked us over in the first place. I'm in love with you, and I always will be. I get it if you're looking to move on, but I hope you know I will never ever desert you. I love you too much."

She looked absolutely taken aback, his words still processing in her head. Steve, on the other hand, was still unphased.

"I...I don't know what to say... Eddie... I feel the same way. I don't want to move on, I just figured it'd be better for me."

"Is it?"

"Well, I only thought that because I thought I'd never get to be with you again. So, you tell me." She looked into his brown eyes, a small smile beginning to take shape on her lips.

His own mirrored hers as he took her hand, Y/N rising out of the seat, and kissed her softly yet eagerly. "I could never stop loving you."

I still love you, girl, I really love you, girl! And if he ever hurts you, True love won't desert you! No! No!

The two were so caught up in the moment that when Steve spoke, it startled them.

"About fucking time. I mean, seriously, took you so long, I almost thought she was actually into me, Munson."

[uramichislefttiddie]

Life Lessons With Uramichi Oniisan Alphabet

||Contains: Uramichi Omota + Iketeru Daga||

||Warnings: NSFW||

Reminder! Please don’t comment anything that implies your age, I cannot stop who reads this unfortunately but I can at the very least give out a warning that this contains nsfw content.⚠️

please forgive me I could not stop laughing whilst writing this, I had to skip specific words because it did not sound right to me and my childish behaviour😭

Uramichi Omota:

A: Aftercare (how they treat you afterwards)

If anything all this man will want to do is try and get a good nights rest even if it means only a couple hours of sleep. He will make sure however you are cleaned up and are alright before he deals with himself. He’d never leave you to care for yourself, he always makes sure he cares for you first. He’s very touch starved meaning he makes sure he gets cuddles and kisses before you both drift off into a slumber!

B: Body (his fav part of his body and yours)

His favourite body part on himself most likely would be his muscles specifically his toned arms, I mean he’s a former gymnast so what can you expect? On you his favourite part would be either ass or thighs, the reason mainly being it’s something he can rest on, or another reason being he loves to mark your thighs up not caring if anyone can see, also he just genuinely likes groping your ass however he’ll only do that in privacy, he’d rather not have the risk of someone having just witnessed him groping your ass in public. In make out sessions always expect his hands to be roaming either along your thighs or ass there’s no other option it could be.

C: Cum (well I’m pretty sure you can gather what I mean)

Majority of the time he will make sure to not cum inside you meaning hell either do it over your face or body, however once in awhile if you allow him he will not pass up the opportunity to cum inside you. When I say once in awhile, Uramichi will try and make it near enough every time that you allow him to cum inside, he just loves the idea of having the risk you could end up with having his children. (Russian roulette type beat/j) and a plus to him is that if he can cum in you it means less cleaning to do.

D: Dirty Secret (a secret of theirs that they haven’t told)

Now I get a strong sense that this man really wants to try bondage with ropes especially, wether it be you that’s tied up or him he doesn’t care either way he really wants to try it. But he doesn’t want to scare you off by asking so he still hasn’t mentioned it and he doesn’t want you to start making fun off him about it💀 however you’ve had an inkling for awhile that he’s got something about being tied up.

E: Experiance (Do they know what they’re doing?)

Now he may be 31 years of age but this man has never gone past kissing someone before he met you. You were his first and oh boy he had no clue what he was doing, mainly because he was nervous and couldn’t comprehend what was truly happening. He has watched his fair share of porn etc but when it came down to actually doing it himself he mind had become fog. Overtime though he’s come to learn what you like best and least and has took that into account and now it’s as if he’s been doing it for years.

F: Favourite Position (which he prefers to do)

Now he’ll most likely switch between a mating press or doggy style. The reasoning for mating press is it allows him to be more face to face to you and he can see your face during it which turns him on even more. And let’s be real he more than likely has a breeding kink. So mating press + breeding kink = heaven to him. Now the reason for doggy style is because he loves having your bare ass slam against him and watching it jiggle when he slaps it. He also loves leaving marks on your hips meaning doggy style makes that all the easier.

G: Goofy (do they laugh or are they the serious type)

Uramichi is probably the type of be serious, he might laugh there and than every so often if something a bit funny happens but overall he’s pretty much serious and that’s just him.

H: Hairy (shave? Unshaven?)

Unshaven, however he will trim it if you ask him to, but seeing as he’s 31 I think he couldn’t care less about body hair as it’s normal and he just sees it as a waste of time to have to repeatedly shave.

I: Intamicy (how they’re like in bed)

80% of the time he will be rough, releasing out all the pent up anger and frustration, but he still makes sure your ok. Although there will be them days where he just wants to be more romantic than rough and his whole demeanour will have flipped upside down and he’ll be acting all lovey dovey. Plus most definitely a switch.

J: Jack Off (Do they? Or not?)

Nah, not really, if he’s in that type of mood and your not with him he’ll either wait or come meet you wherever you are so he can get relief.

K: Kink (What kinks they have)

Gagging, Breeding, Bondage, Dacryphilia, cockwarming

L: Length (how big they are)

He’s more girthy than long, he’s probably about 6 inches which is a good length all in all.

M: Motivation (what gets them going)

When you start whining at him for attention or if you raise your voice at him because oh boy that really does set off something in him when you raise your voice.

N: No (something they will not do)

Knife play or anything that could seriously harm you even by accidental.

O: Oral (which they prefer)

He prefers giving than receiving but once in awhile he’d just want you to be the one giving it to him and making him fall under your touch.

P: Pace (how fast they go)

He’s not necessarily fast but rather hard. By that I mean he will go full force into you where both yours skins slap against each other and where he will grunt a lot which oh boy is hot.

Q: Quicke (do they do them?)

Surprisingly he does them a lot seeing as he has work 6 days a week which really only leaves him with one day where it can just be you and him all day. So either he’ll do one in the morning or at night but it depends if he’s feeling too tired after work.

R: Risk (are they one for taking a risk?)

Now he’ll hate someone interrupting so he always makes sure you both do it where the chances of getting interrupted are reduced drastically, plus it’d be very embarrassing for someone to walk in. Usahara now always make sure to knock before making his grand entrance into his apartment. The risk of you getting pregnant kinda excites him in a way so you gotta watch out with this man.

S: Stamina (how many rounds can they go for)

On an average he can last around 2-3 rounds but on a very good day it feels like it’s never ending, he just needs that motivation if you get me.

T: Toys (do they use them)

No. He’s never really been into them and they’ve never sparked his interest.

U: Unfair (are they fair)

He’s quite fair to be honest, he makes sure you both equally get what you both want but there can be times he can be a tease when he’s in one of them type of moods.

V: Volume (how loud they are)

Majority of the time he lets out grunts rather than moans, he gets embarrassed if he moans however after the time you told him you like it when does he doesn’t hold back anymore but like I said most of the time he grunts and breathes heavily.

X: X-ray (what they’re like under there)

Like I said, more girthy than long.

Y: Yearning (how high is their sex drive)

It’s shockingly quite high, although it may not show when he’s near you expect him to be quite touchy most of the time waiting for you to get the signal. In simple terms he’s quite the horn dog.

Z: Zzz (how fast they go to sleep afterwards)

I’ll say it straight. He goes to sleep incredibly fast, but he won’t before he makes sure your cleaned up and settled down!

Iketeru Daga

A: Aftercare (how they treat you afterwards)

This boy will give you the best aftercare ever. You hungry? Ok he’ll go make something for you. You want to go for a drive? Ok he’ll take you for a drive. You want a shower/bath? Ok he’ll go prepare you one. You understand me now. He will double check your ok and cleaned up as best as possible. Will always make sure you’ve gone to the toilet afterwards and have had some water. Will fall asleep with you in his arms always whilst reading to you.

B: Body (his fav part of his body and yours)

His favourite part of his body will be his hands, not only because they’re pleasing to the eye but because he knows his long fingers can make you come undone very quickly and easily and that gives him somewhat of a boost. His favourite part of your body to him will be your lips, he loves the feeling of them when he kisses you or when your kissing him anywhere (😏 /j)

C: Cum (well I’m pretty sure you can gather what I mean)

He loves seeing his cum dripping down your face, the way it leaves a shine along your face just looks so pretty to him. So he prefers to cum over your face or in your mouth to where he can see it dripping down yourself. Don’t get me wrong he’d love to cum in you but he’s responsible and would rather wait until you both want a child so he doesn’t need to worry about getting you pregnant.

D: Dirty Secret (a secret of theirs that they haven’t told)

He likes to be choked. Awhile back you had no clue until you accidentally did and that’s when the game got even more interesting. He really just overall loves seeing you in charge.

E: Experiance (Do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s had a few girlfriends in the past but never gone as far as to do more than make out with them, he’s always said he’d save it for the when the right person comes along and he knows it the right person. But he very much does know what he’s doing, he knows how to make you feel good, he’s done plenty of research.

F: Favourite Position (which he prefers to do)

Reverse cowgirl. He absolutely loves you riding him and if it means reverse cowgirl it allows him to smack your ass and fondle it, also allows him to easily guide you with your hips. Damn he goes berserk when your in this position I tell you.

G: Goofy (do they laugh or are they the serious type)

Do I even need to say? Of course he’s going to be goofy, the man laughs at dick jokes. However once he starts laughing that’s it, he won’t be able to stop for awhile, it’s honestly become uncontrollable.

H: Hairy (shave? Unshaven?)

Honestly, he leaves it down to you and what you prefer, he doesn’t mind if you prefer shaven or not either way he’ll go with what you like.

I: Intamicy (how they’re like in bed)

Probably the slow but long stroke type of guy. He loves the way you start to become impatient and fidgety. He loves the look in your eyes when he’s facing you.

J: Jack Off (Do they? Or not?)

He only will if he hasn’t seen you for a few days or hasn’t been able to do anything with you. He prefers doing it with you actually.

K: Kink (What kinks they have)

Choking, Food Play, Cockwarming, Spit, Praise

L: Length (how big they are)

Longer than girthy, he reaches about 7.5 inches, he can definitely reach the high spots.

M: Motivation (what gets them going)

When you start to praise him, especially with “good boy” that will get him going almost immediately, it just switches something on in his mind so very quickly.

N: No (something they will not do)

He’s willing to try most things as long as you feel safe and he feels safe and you both know to be careful and know how far to go with everything.

O: Oral (which they prefer)

He prefers receiving than giving, he just loves being able to watch you go down on him and struggle. But when you want some he will be more than happy to give.

P: Pace (how fast they go)

Life I previously said, he’s the type of guy that goes slow but he makes sure he’s hitting all the right spots that you like and that gets you going.

Q: Quicke (do they do them?)

He prefers to not have them but if it comes down to it and you really want one he will do so, but don’t expect it to become a regular thing.

R: Risk (are they one for taking a risk?)

Oh he’s scarred many peoples eyes and mind because he simply “forgot” to lock the door and close the curtains/blinds. Poor Uramichi as if he hadn’t enough going on. He doesn’t really want to risk getting you pregnant though, so he will use a condom.

S: Stamina (how many rounds can they go for)

He can go for a straight 3 or more rounds, it normally stops when it’s you that can’t take anymore not the other way round, he always waits until you’ve had your pleasure before he’ll stop.

T: Toys (do they use them)

Now he’d never admit it, but before you two started being sexual he had quite the few toys. He most likely had a flashlight, tenga egg and a cock ring for example. Them type of ones.

U: Unfair (are they fair)

He’s the fairest of them all, he’d make sure your getting what you need and than sort himself out, he’s never once been unfair to you.

V: Volume (how loud they are)

Now…this mans a full on moaner and he has no shame about it. He honestly has that type of pretty moan too, where he whimpers at the same time and he will not look away either. Oh and if your the one sucking him off, be prepared because he can’t hold back at all, it’s honestly like heaven to him.

X: X-ray (what they’re like under there)

As already said he’s quite long compared to others, he reaches about 7.5 inches.

Y: Yearning (how high is their sex drive)

Probably around average but if you get him going well-

Z: Zzz (how fast they go to sleep afterwards)

Will not go to sleep no matter what before you, it always has to be you that falls asleep first before he can fall into a slumber. He always wants to know your safe. And plus if you’ve fallen asleep he will clean you up if you haven’t already, and will leave some water and paracetamol next to you for when you wake up and if he leaves before you in the morning or wakes up before you he’ll always leave a little note next to you too.

[itsallyscorner]

Baby’s First Heartbreak

pairing: marvel cast x teen!fem!reader, Scarlett Johansson x reader, Elizabeth Olsen x reader

prompt: the youngest member of the marvel cast experiences her first breakup.

warnings: not much—crying, a break up.

A/n: Tom is 19 here because this is set during Civil War. He was such a baby omg🥺

You were always a firm believer in having hope. No matter what the situation was, you knew that you had to at least try before fully giving up. You were only 18, but it was the mindset you grew up with. You were taught to face things with bravery and confidence, you faced things head to head with all your might. Though some things never went the way you planned, you were still the ray of sunshine you were, all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, eager to learn and explore the world.

You had the same mindset going into your first relationship. Love was something you’ve always wanted to experience. Sure, you received it from your friends and family. But you wanted the different kind of love. The special one that was shared between two people. The one that made your heart skip a beat and made you breathless. Where staring into that special someone’s eyes felt like you were being transported into another world where it was just the two of you.

You’ve found that kind of love in a boy from your hometown. The two of you had been friends since pre-k, growing up along side each other, and being there for each other’s success and failures. You’ve known him all your life but the feelings didn’t come till sophomore year of high school. It all just clicked all of sudden; that one day where he said you looked cute in his jumper and the next moment you knew you were seeing him in a new light. Junior year, you were both beating around the bush; constantly pining over each other with longing stares and fingers always brushing against each other. Though you didn’t see him all the time due to your job as an actress. You spent half of the school year in your hometown and the rest at Atlanta. Of course he knew of your job and as much as he hated to see you go, he knew you were doing something that made you happy. So he spent as much time as he could with you before your time together came to an end. A few days prior to your flight to Atlanta, under the night sky of your backyard, he admitted his feelings for you. By senior year, the two of you had been dating for half a year. It had been the best moments of your life, you were in love and high on happiness, it was like nothing in life could ever go wrong.

Now here you were, in your trailer on the set of Captain America: Civil War, sobbing you eyes out. You knew loving could hurt, but not this much. You still felt your heart skip a beat, but it was clenching in heartache. You were still breathless, but because you’ve been trying to catch your breath after every sob that wracked your body. You felt broken. The boy you loved had ripped your heart out of your chest and threw it onto the floor, stomping on it till it stopped beating.

You hiccuped as you stared at yourself in the mirror. You were nothing but a fool. A fool who had hope in something that was never going to work. You sniffled as you snatched tissues out of the box on your bathroom sink, dabbing the material onto your eyes and blowing your nose. Your eyes were red and your cheeks were puffy. A sigh of frustration releases from your body. There was no way you could walk onto set without people asking you what was wrong.

You debated asking your assistant to ask your designated makeup artist to do your makeup in your trailer, you didn’t want to be a bother. But your thumbs were already shamefully typing away the request on your phone. A few minutes later Eleanor, your makeup artist on set, arrives at your trailer with her supplies in hand.

She doesn’t directly question you, but she has the look of a concerned mother once she sees your face. You lie to her and tell her you weren’t having a good day and chalked it up to being homesick.

You dreaded going on set. You weren’t sure if you could face anyone without bursting into tears. The moment you felt like you were okay, your heart would clench, reminding you of the ache it was feeling.

You were in your costume, sitting on the sidelines of the set while you rehearsed your lines. The dialogue from the script acted as a distraction from the current pain you were feeling. The tears had stopped but your eyes felt dry, making you blink multiple times to keep them wet.

“Hey, sweetheart.” You look up and meet the stunning blue eyes of Chris Evans. That typical goofy smile of his was etched onto his features. Usually you would reciprocate that smile, but today you just couldn’t find it in your heart to do so. His smile falters when he sees your face.

“Morning.” You greet him, forcing a smile. Concern shadows on his face as he shifts a bit closer to you. “You alright?” He asks, eyes softening at you. Being the youngest of all the Avengers cast members, everyone had a soft side for you. Especially Chris, who saw you as a daughter.

“Y-yeah, I’ve just got—allergies.” You lied, another fake smile forcing itself onto your lips.

“Well have you taken something to help your allergies? Do you need Allegra? Claritin or something?” He looked around ready to call one of the runners on set to get you some meds.

“No! I took some already, a few minutes ago! It probably hasn’t kicked in yet.” You tell him. He eyes you reluctantly, not knowing if he should believe you. He decides to let it pass and nods, “Ok, tell me if you need anything though.”

You hum in response and tilt your head down back to your script.

The day goes on and everyone had caught on to your lack of—being you. The infamous smile everyone knew you by was barely on your face. You didn’t crack jokes with Anthony or share a giggle with Elizabeth. Instead you were quiet, a frown was on your face as you stared blankly at the floor. You didn’t interact with anybody, keeping to yourself and walking off set whenever one of the Russos called cut.

Anthony and Sebastian watched as you walked off the set. You have all finished a sequence of the airport scene and the Russos had given everyone a break while they rewatched the scenes they shot. Anthony’s brows furrowed while he watched your figure go further and further away. He had tried to cheer you up, telling you a joke about how Seb’s arm lube kept leaking out his fake arm. Your response was nothing but a fake laugh—it wasn’t even a fake laugh, more like a huff of laughter.

“She didn’t laugh at my joke.” Anthony thought aloud. Sebastian quirked an eye at his friend, “Does she have to laugh at all your jokes?”

“No, but even if I tell her a corny ass joke, she’ll still laugh at it.” He expressed, throwing his arms up. Sebastian’s lip pouted as he thought back to your behavior on set. You were acting unusual. He turns to Tom (Holland) and asks, “Hey, has (y/n) said anything to you? Like anything bothering her?”

The Brit shakes his head, “Um, nope. Besides filming, I haven’t spoken to her today.”

Anthony crosses his arms, approaching Tom, “Have you tried speaking to her? We’ve been trying to figure out what’s been going on with her today and you’re the closest to her age here.”

“I—I tried to talk to her, but she didn’t seem in a talking mood. I thought I was bothering her so I just stopped.” Tom answered. He gestures to the direction of the trailers, “I could check up on her right now? Maybe I’ll get her one of her favorite snacks from crafties, it might cheer her up.”

Half of a smile makes it way onto Sebastian’s face at the boy’s efforts. Though you were clearly upset and he felt like they were all prodding at your privacy. “Maybe we should give her some time alone.”

Tom frowns at the older man, “But (y/n)’s upset. Shouldn’t we do something?” Anthony agrees with Tom and looks at Sebastian.

Seb raises his hands up in defense, “I’m just saying—maybe she wants to be alone. She went back to her trailer away from everybody. She probably doesn’t want us shoving our noses into her business, we should respect that.”

Chris joins the group along with Scarlett and Elizabeth. He had overhead the group talking and urged the two ladies to join him in on the conversation.

“You guys talking about (y/n)?” Chris asks, hands on his waist.

“Yeah, Seb says we should leave her be.” Anthony fills him in.

“She told me she had allergies.” Chris starts. “She’s an amazing actress, but kid’s gotta work on the lying.” He finishes. Elizabeth and Scarlett glance at each other.

“Well has anyone talked to her at all today? Besides Chris?” Elizabeth asked the group. Everyone shakes their head. Elizabeth sighs while looking around at anyone else who could’ve talked to you. She spots Eleanor hanging along the sides with her makeup belt on, ready for touch ups. Elizabeth calls her over. Eleanor has her brush ready to powder her down, but Elizabeth politely declines.

“You do (y/n)‘s makeup right?”

Eleanor nods, “Yeah, I do.”

“How was she this morning? We’re just a bit concerned since she’s been acting different today.” Eleanor sighs, knowing if she told them it would be an invasion of your privacy. Although, they were all concerned for you and so was she.

“I got a text from her assistant telling me to do her makeup in her trailer today.” She began. “I walked in and her eyes were red, cheeks puffy—“

Chris apologizes and interrupts her, “Because of allergies?”

Eleanor shakes her head, “No, she never mentioned anything about allergies. But she looked like she’s been crying. She was wiping her face when I arrived.”

“Did she give you a reason for why she was crying?” Scarlett questions her.

“She told me she was feeling homesick.” Eleanor answered. Scarlett turned to Chris and shared a look. Elizabeth thanks Eleanor then turns back to the group.

“We need to check up on her.” Anthony says. All the men nodded and began to make their way to your trailer. Suddenly, they were stopped by Scarlett and Elizabeth.

“But (y/n)—“ Tom said pointing to the trailers. Scarlett shakes her head, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Lizzie and I will go. You guys are gonna overwhelm her with all your questions.” Scarlett insists, much to the men’s dismay. They wanted to be there for you, but maybe a mother figure might help you open up with what’s bothering you. They agree and let the two women go to your trailer. Before they can get to you, they get some snacks from crafties for you.

As soon as you shut the trailer’s door behind you, the tears welled up in your eyes again. It only took a matter of seconds until they fell from your eyes and down your cheeks. You heard some people walk by outside and cover your mouth to muffle the whimpers that came out your mouth. You slid down the door and shoved your head into your hands. You leaned forward against your knees as you cried into your arms. You felt pathetic, embarrassed, anger; you were feeling so many things and the only way to let them all out seemed to be crying.

They heard your cries from behind the door. Scarlett sends Elizabeth an alarmed look as she rushes up to your door. She knocked on it repeatedly, causing you to jump from behind the door. Your cries come to a stop while you try to wipe away the tears as best as you can.

“(Y/n), honey, please open the door.” You hear Scarlett say. You remain silent, getting up and dusting your legs off. You stare at the door, debating whether you should open it or not.

“(Y/n), everyone’s worried about you. We just want to help.” Another voice coaxes you behind the door. Elizabeth. “Please let us in.”

Outside, the two women had their ears pressed up against your trailer’s door. Scarlett tries to get you to open the door again, “It’s only me and Lizzie. I promise.”

There was some shuffling heard behind the door. The door pushes open slowly, making Scarlett and Elizabeth back away. A worried expression appears on Scarlett’s face once she sees you. She cups your cheeks, her thumbs gently swiping away some tears that fell from your eyes. The two of them shuffle inside your trailer. You burst out into tears once again when Scarlett wraps her arms around you. She moves you both to sit on the couch that was in your trailer. She lets you shove your head into the crook of her neck while her hands smoothed your hair. Elizabeth sits behind you rubbing circles onto your back. Your cries broke both their hearts. You were a fairly happy girl, to see you in such pain and heartache was hard to watch.

Scarlett rocks you back and forth, trying to calm you down by whispering comforting words into your ear. She presses a motherly kiss onto your forehead once she sees you start to calm down. Elizabeth waits patiently beside you waiting for when you’re ready to talk. When your whimpers turned into hiccups, Scarlett pulls your face away from her neck to look at you. She frowns when she sees your tear stained cheeks.

“Are you going to tell us what’s going on or are you going to keep bottling it up to yourself?” She asks you softly, tucking strands of your hair behind your ears. Elizabeth chimes in from behind you, “You know, sometimes it helps to tell others what’s bothering you. You don’t have to keep it to yourself, (y/n), you could talk to us.” She gathers your hair together, splitting it into two parts as she began to fish tail braid your hair. 

You take a moment to compose yourself before eyeying the two women. You knew you could trust them. Scarlett was like your on-set mom and Lizzie was like one of your aunts. If you could tell anyone on set what was going on, it would be them.

“He broke up with me.” You confess, eyes trained on your lap. Lizzie’s fingers stop braiding your hair, “What?”

“Peyton, he broke up with me.” You whined, not wanting to say it again. You fiddle with your fingers while a tear falls to your lap.

“Oh honey.” Scarlett cooes pulling you back into her chest. You sniffle and wrap your arms around her torso. Silently crying into her shoulder.

“Did he give you a reason why?” Lizzie asks softly. You move away from Scarlett’s hold and lean against the couch with your knees to your chest. Lizzie wraps an arm around your shoulder for comfort.

You glanced at your phone that was on the coffee table, “H-he texted me earlier this morning. He said he couldn’t do the long distance thing anymore and that he has feelings for somebody else.”

Anger flashes in Scarlett’s eyes, “He broke up with you over a text message?” You nod in response.

“What a dick.” She mutters glaring at your phone. It’s quiet for a few minutes. Until you ask them, “Am I not worth trying for a long distance relationship?”

Lizzie shakes her head, “No, don’t you ever think that because you are.”

You sigh and throw your head back, “Then why did he break up with me? Is there something wrong with me? Am I not pretty enough?” Scarlett interrupts your questions by shushing you.

“There is not a damn thing wrong about you. Don’t you ever let a man, let alone a boy, make you question your worth.” Scarlett advises you a stern look on her face. “You are the most sweetest and loveliest girl I have ever met in my life. You’re kind, you care about the people around you—you even laugh at Anthony’s stupid jokes.”

Lizzie snorts beside you and squeezes your shoulder, “And his jokes are the worst.”

Scarlett continues, “You are a talented young woman already making it big in the movie industry and you did it all on your own. You are beautiful inside and out. You’re perfect, there’s nothing wrong with you.”

“Then why did he leave me?”

“Because he’s an idiot that doesn’t know your worth.” Lizzie answers resting her head on your shoulder. “I know it hurts now but these things happen for a reason. He wasn’t meant for you and you weren’t meant for him. Maybe somewhere in the future you guys will meet and try again. Or maybe you’ll move on with someone new. That’s just how it is. It may sound harsh, but it’s the truth.”

Scarlett nods at Lizzie, “Take it from me, I’ve been married twice. When it seems like you found that special person, sometimes it’ll all come crashing down. And it’s not an easy thing to go through. It’s full of pain, heartache, self doubt and a bunch of other heart wrenching things. But in the end you come out a stronger version of yourself.”

You stare at Scarlett, “How did you do it?”

Scarlett softly smiles at you, “Well, I had lots of friends who supported me every step of the way. But most importantly, I valued myself. I did things that made me happy and took care of myself mentally and physically.”

You bite your lip in thought as you stare at the ground.

“Listen to me.” Scarlett urges you, “You’re young, (y/n). You’re going to meet so many more people in the future that’ll bring you so much happiness and love in your life. Don’t beat yourself up over one boy who decided to leave you because he wasn’t committed for a long distance relationship. You’re going to be okay.” She assures you, cradling your face. Your lips form into a tight smile while you nod in response.

“You have us and the rest of the people outside of this trailer to support you. We’ll always have your back, whatever it is, I promise you that. You’re not going to go through this by yourself.” Lizzie promises you, taking your hand into hers. You hum and rest your head on her shoulder. You pull on Scarlett’s arm to join you and Lizzie. She chuckles and hugs you from behind.

“Thank you guys.” You whisper, genuinely grateful that you had them in your life. Lizzie pecks your temple, “Anytime darling.”

[gorgeys]

Nerves (Emilia Alo x Reader)

Part 1 -- Part 2 -- Part 3

You’ve been tasked to seduce Sebas, but you can’t keep your eyes off Emilia…

Emilia Alo x Fem!reader 1380 words

Feels kinda half-assed but I hope you still enjoy it!!

Once the mini-concert had finished, many people complimented Y/N on her performance before dispersing around the large house.  Y/N thanked each and every one of them with a thoughtful smile, even accepting another shot from a few of them.  But she was rushed by Jana who assembled the group (minus Luka) in a huddle to put the final steps of the plan into action.

“That was perfect, Y/N,” Jana said, her voice laced with excitement.

“Clearly.  He’s practically eye-fucking you,” Dixon said, nodding toward the bar which Sebas leaned against.  When Y/N looked ahead at him, he was already staring back.  Upon her gaze, Sebas licked his upper lip as if she was a delicious meal, anticipating the moments when he would taste her.

“Oh, that’s nasty,” Y/N said through a forced smile that seemed to be realistic enough for Sebas as he returned it with a glance up and down her body.  His materializing eyes made her skin feel sticky and amplified the feeling of sweat all over her body.  It was a sickening feeling that nearly conjured her gag reflex.

When he turned to fill up his glass, Y/N’s eyes wandered away while Jana repeated the plan to everyone for the hundredth time.

“All you have to do is take him by the hot tub, we have the camera set up there.  Then you just--are you listening?”

“Mhmm,” Y/N mindlessly mumbled.  It was clear her mind was elsewhere as she was fixated on something over Jana’s shoulder.  Even as Jana continued explaining, Y/N took her bottom lip between her teeth, her surroundings becoming blurry and muffled.  Everything but the gorgeous figure approaching her.

She wore a tight-lipped smile, holding eye contact with Y/N that articulated more than what she would’ve been able to say with her words.  Only a few steps later she pushed herself between Jana and Esteban without a word.  Before anyone could respond, she reached out and grabbed Y/N by the hand.

Y/N sported a smug smile as she allowed herself to be led by Emilia.  She was practically limp under Emilia’s soft touch.  She was down to go wherever Emilia wanted, and this was no exception.

“What?  Where are you going?” Jana shouted after them.

Neither even turned to acknowledge her, a silent understanding between the two of them.  Maybe it was the fact that they could hear the rapid beating of each other's hearts or they felt a burning in their chests that would only stop if they were together as quickly as possible.  Alone.

They rounded the corner, past the Sebas, who was watching quite intently until Emilia found the empty room she had noticed at the very beginning of the party.  It was all in anticipation of this move she had planned to make on the only person she’d been thinking about for weeks.

Once inside, Y/N shut the door behind her, ensuring to lock it, before Emilia released her hand.  Emilia turned to face Y/N, leaning on the desk behind her and planting her hands on the wooden surface.  Y/N stood at the door, her hands leisurely resting on her hips.

The two stared at each other as if it was a contest, an invisible wall between them to prevent them from moving any closer.  Watching Emilia’s wide, gummy grin spread across her cheeks, Y/N knew she was about to lose this contest.

“Why’d you bring me in here?” Y/N asked, copying Emilia’s smile as if her reasons weren’t obvious.

“I can’t have you all to myself?” Emilia questioned, finishing the drink in her glass.  She must have had at least five full glasses before this judging by the way her grin was just a bit more goofy than usual and her movements a bit sloppier and less calculated.

“I never said that,” Y/N said, lengthening her words as she sauntered a step closer.

“I saw the way he was looking at you,” Emilia said.  She noticed a picture of Jana on the desk and quickly put it face down.  Jana didn’t need to witness what was about to happen.

“Who?  Sebas?”

Emilia nodded her head, watching each of Y/N’s teasingly slow steps toward her.  If only she’d move just a bit faster.  Emilia didn’t know if she could wait any longer than she already had.

“Oh, I’m sure you were so jealous of me.  Don’t you want him to look at you like that?” Y/N said, practically laughing at the insanity of her statements as she said them.

Y/N would’ve had to be blind in order not realize how little interest Emilia had in Sebas, especially since Emilia was all over her all the time.  But she never would have mentioned it in a sober state.  She would have been too nervous anyway.

Emilia hummed, enjoying the sounds of Y/N’s exaggerated laughter.

“That’s why I brought you in here; to teach you a lesson,” Emilia smugly smiled.  Finally Y/N was within arms distance, causing Emilia’s hands to clutch onto her waist and aggressively pull her in between her legs.  Almost tripping over her heels in the process, Y/N’s hands grabbed onto Emilia’s shoulders for support.

“You just can’t wait any longer, can you?”  Y/N’s face hovered over Emilia’s, her confidence clearly at an all-time high.  Y/N’s alcohol-stained breath teased her, tempting her to come closer.

“You’re not gonna run this time, right?” Emilia asked, tightening her grip on Y/N’s waist.  She didn’t even try to hide a glance down to Y/N’s lips.  Finally, it was right there in front of her without the possibility of interruption.  Well, beside Y/N’s nerves.  But it wasn’t likely that they’d make an appearance tonight.

“No,” Y/N said, her hands snaking up the base of Emilia’s neck to the fragile skin under her jaw.  “I want you so bad.  I’ve wanted you since the day I first saw you.”  She traced hearts on Emilia’s skin to combat the tiny part of her that was still a bit anxious.

“You already have me.  You just need to stop running away from me.”  Emilia’s voice became lower with each word.

“I can’t help it.  You know you make me nervous,” Y/N said, brushing a stray blonde hair out of Emilia’s face before allowing her fingers to rest on Emilia’s jaw bone.

“But not now?”

“Not now.”

“I don’t want you to feel nervous around me anymore.  I just want you to feel adored.”

It was the most honest and genuine thing Emilia had said in a long time.  And it was all worth it when Y/N finally closed the gap and kissed her.

Y/N’s mind was unable to function after hearing Emilia’s sentiment, so the only way she felt she could truly show her appreciation was with a kiss that expressed every bit of desire and spirit she could muster.

It felt like it had already happened a hundred times.  Their lips told an old tale together, remembering each curve as if this wasn’t the first time their lips locked.  Maybe it was so natural since the both of them had visualized this scene time after time to the point where it stole them from their sleep and worked into their dreams.

But the feeling inside was new.  Emilia thought she had lusted over Y/N before, but only now did she understand what it meant to need someone.  To feel one’s lips and want to feel them for an eternity.  To grab one’s waist and thread fingers through one’s hair no matter when, where, or why.

Y/N was simply blown away.  It felt like an out of body experience watching pink lips move gracefully in time, the rhythm speeding up as they gained a joint confidence.  Emilia pulled Y/N’s hips into hers, Y/N pushing her chest into Emilia’s, causing her lean back over the desk.

It felt like a roller coaster except the descent never stopped; although it was scary at first, after some time, it was only bliss and excitement.  Nothing would ever top this.  Nothing besides sharing a million more kisses like this one.

[fine-illdoitmyself]

Live Long and Laugh

Pairing: Payback x reader

Word Count: 951

Summary: Payback tries to make you laugh.

Warnings: Bad writing?? Corny jokes.

A/N: I have never written a fanfic before, but TG:M has caused brain rot and the other pilots need some love. So here’s a goofy thought I had. 

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The Hard Deck was always home to a good time. Cold beer, pool, and a lot of laughter. Which is why everyone was there on a Saturday night.

“Guys,” Payback said, pushing off of his chair. “I have a great idea. Let’s play a game.”

Hangman rolled his eyes in response. “What are we children?”

“You? Absolutely.” Phoenix added, smirking into her beer. Hangman glared back at her, while the rest of the group just laughed.

“What’s the game?” Fanboy asked.

Payback clapped his hands together. “I’m so glad you asked my friend.” The gleam in his eye should have been warning to you all, but you didn’t catch it fast enough. “The rules are simple. One person sits in the chair.” He pulled a chair from against the wall and patted the back. “Then, without touching, you have to get the person in the chair to laugh. If you crack under the pressure, you take a shot. If you fail your mission, you take a shot.” He leaned against the back of the chair and grinned. “So who’s up first?”

And that’s how a night of absolute hilarity started. It was bad enough that you spent most of your time together training. But being able to use all that information against each other while getting drunk? Payback’s ideas usually backfired. Your arms still hurt from all those push ups. But, this one seemed to be better than most.

One by one the pilots took their turn in the hot seat. Phoenix beat Rooster with a single word. A reference to a moment that according to Rooster, should never be mentioned in public again.

Bob beat Phoenix when he shared the story of how he spent the night sleeping outside during basic training because he was too afraid to ask for directions back to the barracks.

Bob took a shot of water when Coyote performed a rousing rendition of Hannah Montana’s “Nobody’s Perfect” complete with choreography.

Fanboy beat Coyote, and around and around it went. Nobody was able to win sitting in the chair. They knew each other too well.

“Y/N, your throne awaits.” Payback said with a sweep of his arms, as he offered you the hot seat.

You set down your beer and walked over. “You sure you can handle two shots back to back?” You teased. Payback had just lost to Fritz a minute ago.

“Yeah, yeah. It’s time for you to put some skin in the game. Let’s see if you can handle it.”

You shrugged and made yourself comfortable in the chair. “Ready whenever you are Lieutenant.”

Payback started with some truly awful dance moves. Long limbs flailing about. The rest of the group snickered at the uncanny impression of the wacky waving dancing inflatable tube man. But you didn’t react. Next up were the groan worthy jokes. “Why was the baby airplane sent back to his hangar? Cause of his bad altitude.” There were boos and peanut shells thrown, but all you did was raise an eyebrow. Payback was going to have to do better than that.

Next was the twerking. Full blown, hands on his knees, ass shaking in front of your face. You almost did laugh. But it wasn’t because Payback had a very promising career as a back up dancer in a music video. It wasn’t even the dollar bills Rooster was tossing in the air. It was the slightly panicked look you saw in Payback’s eyes as you crossed your arms and leaned back, face completely neutral. He really couldn’t understand how you kept a straight face through it all.

“Time’s almost up.” Hangman added.

“Alright, don’t rush me. Genius at work.” He ran his fingers along his mustache, weighing his options. He only had enough time for one more attempt.

“Fanboy give me a beat.” His WSO stepped up and cupped his hands over his mouth and started beatboxing. The two started rocking back and forth to the beat. “Uh. Yeah. Uh. Ok, ok, listen to this. My name is Payback. We at the Hard Deck. I spit that type of fire that makes you start to sweat. We havin’ game night. I don’t like to pick fights. But you mess with me, I’ll kick your ass from east to west.” The rest of the group started to sway as Payback kept freestyling. Even you were tapping your foot to the beat.

“I fly fast. Just stating facts. Graduated Top Gun, top of my class. I can sit here all night and brag. It’s easy cause the Navy pay me hella cash.” Some cheers went up from the other pilots. Hangman held his wrist up in the air and tapped his watch. He was running out of time.

“I’ll say this quick, like I’m sneaking out of class. What do I have to say that will finally make you laugh?” The room cheered at Payback’s surprising talent. You clapped right along with them. But your lips didn’t so much as twitch in amusement. When your composure didn’t break, he hung his head in defeat.

You stood up and clapped him on the shoulder. “Sorry Payback. I don’t break that easy.”

Phoenix walked over and handed Payback his shot. “I don’t know why you thought you could crack her anyways. Her name’s Vulcan for a reason.” She said, reminding him of your call sign.

He tossed the shot back quickly and shook his head. “Yeah, now I know how you earned the name. Just stone cold. No reaction to anything.”

“That’s not true at all.”

“Really? Then how’d you get the name?” He asked.

“Cause of my bangs.” You winked. You grinned before walking away to get another round from Penny.

[romiantic]

𝐚𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐬/𝐨

this includes eren, levi, armin, connie, and jean

reading: black!fem!reader

genre: fluff

a/n: decided to bring this back while I’m redoing my page so don’t mind

━ 𝗘𝗿𝗲𝗻 𝗝𝗮𝗲𝗴𝗮𝗿

Y’all would definitely a power couple, the ones that rule the internet

You know those cute ones you find on Pinterest? That would be y’all, definitely De’arra and Ken vibes

Eren would be such a teaser, he would tease you like all the time, and definitely a tickler no matter how many times you tell him to stop

Every time you feel insecure about trying new colors or different hair styles, he’s gonna always convince you to do it

You would literally debate on big chopping your hair and he’ll convince you to go for it cause why? You’ll look beautiful no matter what

I feel his favorite old movie would be boyz in the hood

Randomly, he would scream that “RICKY!!” line like all the time

Eren would definitely let you braid his hair or let you try cute styles you find

Oh and you would do the style on yourself just to match and take pics, POWER COUPLE TINGZ 🥰

Eren would not take wash day seriously for his life 😭 mf would add either too much or too little of deep shampoo or keep splashing water around the shower, meanwhile you’re trying to deep condition your hair

Don’t worry, he’ll apologize after you beat his ass (you barely won though)

━ 𝗟𝗲𝘃𝗶 𝗔𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗻

Y’all would definitely be one of those rich couples

You know those rich aunties that are living their best life in bora bora while sipping mimosa? That’s y’all

You and Levi would live in like a mid-size mansion or a beautiful penthouse that has a nice view

Y’all bed is nothing but fine black or royal blue silk

All you two both know is Chanel, Dolce and Gabana, Prada, Givenchy, Armani, the list goes on

You two don’t know the broke life, y’all wouldn’t even dare to touch or enter the Gucci store

Only the fanciest restaurants for the fanciest couples

Wash days would turn into a bubble bath with you laying on Levi’s chest and him washing your hair for you while you’re sipping wine and ranting on about anything

I KNOW Levi be giving some bomb ass scalp massages, feel like his fingers were sent from Heaven

Now when it comes to actually getting your hair done, he’s running background checks and doing the utmost to make sure your hair tech isn’t a scam

Let someone talk about his beautiful wife, him AND your security guards are beating their ass

Now if y’all had a kid, WHEW CHILE 🚶🏾‍♀️

I feel like the world would try levi and give him a bad ass baybay kid (hopefully y’all know what I’m talking about 😭) or a prissy kid with his attitude

Either way, the kid is getting their ass whooped from either you or him

Now don’t get me wrong, he would be very overprotective of his kid and only accept THE FINEST for his kid

━ 𝗔𝗿𝗺𝗶𝗻 𝗔𝗿𝗹𝗲𝗿𝘁

You two would be those cute aesthetic couples, more so on the soft boy/indie vibes

You guys would have picnics dates like allll the time, of course, you don’t mind since this gives the chance to appreciate and learn more about one another

Everyday Armin would give you a fun fact he learned about us black folks, sometimes the fact would even shock you

Armin would definitely be a fan of the Black Panther Party

Wash days would just be him helping you and soft music playing in the background

Armin would take the time to do deep research about our culture

Your family would love him so much, he would always get snatched up by either your baby cousins or aunties every time you bring him to the cookout

Every time you get your hair or nails done, he’s always there next to you, chatting up a storm

The girlies in the salon shoot a glare cause of course they’re mad they didn’t bag a loving boyfriend like Armin

If he’s not there, he’s FaceTiming you or asking for pics in the end

Sometimes he’ll go above and beyond and wear outfits to match your new do and take pics

Every time you’ll feel down or not yourself, he would buy you small gifts like flowers or your favorite food to make it better

If that doesn’t work, he’ll let you sit or lay on his lap and listen to you rant, even if it’s about the most trivial thing

━ 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗲 𝗦𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿

You two would be those goofy couples that roast each other all the time

You would say a minor thing like his shirt is inside out and he’ll joke about something about you, now y’all going back and forth till one of y’all almost die from laughing

You ever wonder why your bonnets go missing? It’s because of your boyfriend

The mf would walk around the house wearing it likes it’s nothing and misplace it

Until one day you catch him wearing it

You: Connie why are you wearing my bonnet?

Connie: They’re cute and I think I look good with them *insert lightskin face*

You: Boy give me my shit back, no wonder I keep losing them

Your biggest hype man EVER no matter what

You could just be washing the dishes in an oversized t-shirt, shorts, and a bonnet and he’ll hype you up

He just loves seeing your beautiful face 🥰

Now when you get your hair and nails done, he’s definitely showing you off, especially on Instagram

He’s taking multiple pics and multiple stories like a photographer and you’re out here feeling good about yourself

━ 𝗝𝗲𝗮𝗻 𝗞𝗶𝗿𝘀𝗰𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗶𝗻

Y’all would a chill couple, those couples that just mind their business and love each other

Every once in a while you guys would update social media, barely though

You two definitely do y’all skincare routine together and take cute pictures

Super indecisive whenever you ask him what color or hairstyle you should try next

At first, he would be nervous to ask you to help wash your hair but washed over it and decided to ask you, of course, you said yes

Just like Levi, Jean definitely gives one of the best scalp massages EVER

Except his massages would send you to sleep and you’re just laying on his chest, lightly snoring, while his fingers work magic

I feel like he would talk about having a kid of his own a lot. He would be so happy to have a mini mixed him running around (not to the point where he’s fetishizing though)

Dates with him would mostly consist of something chill like visiting an aquarium or staying home and watching movies

Jean would definitely have thousands upon thousands of questions if you were to show him a black movie though (especially a tyler perry one)

At this point, you would have to tell him to write his questions down so he wouldn’t interrupt

shoutout to anon cause this was my first ever request

decided to bring it back while I’m redoing my page

not to brag but it was my second biggest post also

bye babes, drink your water, stay hydrated, and remember that you are the baddest bitch on the planet 🥰 no matter what ANYONE says

𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐰 𝟓:𝟔 💗

© 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟣 𝗂𝗓𝗎𝗄𝗎𝗌𝖽𝖾𝗄𝗎. 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽

[hispipsqueak]

Hunger

Beel x F!Reader NSFW

Synopsis: After a chaotic week at the House of Lamentation, you need a night out and your favorite demon is there to accompany you in more ways than one.

A/N: Hello! Here’s another smut of my favorite demon brother. I just really like Beel and so this is some v self-indulgent content. As always, likes and shares are mighty appreciated <3 Also there is a mention of Beel lifting the reader up during this. I HC all the brothers as extremely inhumanly strong and big so they could EASILY lift anyone up regardless of size. I know some people may get uncomfortable with that, but we are inclusive in these parts.

Tags/TW: unprotected sex, drunk/tipsy sex, distracted driving, rough sex, demon sex, drinking, creampie, slight cumflation?

You woke up to the sound of fighting outside your door. 

  “Mammon, I know you took it. That’s LIMITED EDITION Ruri-chan merch, you scum!”

“I didn’t take ANYTHING! Why ya’ always accusin’ me?”

“Are you two going to keep fighting? I’m trying to get beauty sleep! I require at least 9 hours for my youthful complexion!”

“Ridiculous.”

“HEY! Don’t do that!”

“Tell him to give it back!”

“Or what?”

You grabbed your pillow and pressed it against your face. Living with the demons was an...experience, to say the least. You could still make out the muffled voices even through the soft fabric and let out a low groan. You threw open the door.

“Mammon, stop being an ass and give the figure back. Levi, keep your door locked. Asmo, your complexion is fine. SHUT UP.”

The boys stopped yelling and looked at you. It was rare for you to yell at them, but you were TIRED. They had kept you up half the night with pointless arguments and texts asking you to be on their side and you were exhausted from it.

Mammon was the first to speak.

“Yeah, you heard her. You guys keep trying to start fights and it’s exhausting the poor human.” He threw his arm around you, and you groaned. 

“You know what? You clearly don’t listen to me. It’s fine. But you’re gonna regret it. I can’t be so stressed all the time with this. I’m going out tonight. AND I DON’T WANT ANY OF YOU TO JOIN ME!”

Lucifer appeared out of nowhere and glared at you.

“That’s impossible. You know it’s too dangerous for a human to go out by themselves here. I’ll go with you.”

His stare was piercing into your soul, but you stood your ground. You fought the shakiness in your voice.

“No. I made it very clear. I do not want any of you to join me. Respect my decision.”

An audible gasp came from one of the boys. No one stood up to Lucifer. Sure Satan and Belphie argued with him, but coming from you? This was going to be interesting.

“You are not leaving this house without a chaperone. Now you can either stay in, or I will accompany you.”

You narrowed your eyes. And then an idea in the shape of an orange haired demon boy came walking down the hall.

“Fine. I’ll take Beel.”

The rest of the brothers began to protest.

“I’ll go!”

“No, me. She’s my human!”

“Seriously?? Beel?”

“ENOUGH.” Lucifer bellowed, silencing everyone. Before he could continue, you interjected.

“Beel will you go with me to The Fall tonight?”

Beel looked up from his bag of chips. His lack of situational awareness when he was focused on food was astonishing really.

“Of course MC, and we can grab dinner after too.”

You cocked your head at Lucifer.

“Then it’s settled.”

And with that, you turned back into your room and slammed the door.

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The night couldn’t come fast enough. You had been ignoring texts and knocks on your door all day from the rest of the brothers and you were ready to go drink, dance, and flirt the night away.

You didn’t expect Beel to do much of either but he was good company and you know he would get the best food in town. As you finished applying your makeup, you heard a knock at the door. Beel’s deep voice rang out.

“You ready, MC?”

You took another look in the mirror. Your black dress accented every curve of your body. The halter top showed off your shoulders and the keyhole cut showed off your cleavage. Your hair was loosely tousled and you spritzed a bit of perfume over yourself before heading to the door. 

“Yeah I’m—” Your voice caught in your throat.

Beel, the goofy, relaxed guy cleaned up WELL. He had a dark leather jacket over a white v-neck that accentuated his muscular figure. He had a few silver chains layered around his neck and a couple silver rings on his hands. He was wearing dark jeans and black boots and...fuck...he looked HOT.

You always knew Beel was attractive, but this...this was new. You had half a mind to cancel the night and drag him into your bed.

You turned away, to grab your handbag and hide your heated face and Beel took the opportunity to stare at you. He had always found you gorgeous, but knowing he was the lucky guy accompanying you to the club had him feeling some type of way. HIs eyes roamed your body and locked on every inch of skin exposed. He could feel his body heat up and when you finally had grabbed your stuff, he prayed you wouldn’t notice his apparent blush.

The two of you headed to his car, a shiny black Ferrari, and he opened the door to let you in the passenger seat. You could tell he had cleaned it, since the usual bed of snack wrappers that adorned the interior were gone. You smiled at the gesture and he waited until you were situated before closing the door and getting in on his side. 

As he drove to the Fall, you admired him. His body was massive and built and his hands, god his hands, looked so good gripping the wheel. You imagined what they would feel like wrapped around your neck or clutching the sheets —

“...I really think it would be cool!”

You blinked. 

“Sorry, I completely spaced out. What?”

He glanced at you and chuckled.

“You look like you’re thinking a lot about something. What’s up?”

You shrugged your shoulders. “I’m just happy I get to have fun tonight.” You shot him a smile.

Beel blushed. “I’m happy I get to hang out with you.”

He pulled into the parking space and opened your door for you. As the two of you walked towards the entrance of the club, he could see a few demons checking you out. He pulled you close to him and wrapped his hand around your waist, before throwing them a dark look.

Your mind reeled. You pressed into him and could smell the spicy scent of his cologne. You hoped the dimness of the club and the thumping music hid how much your heart was beating. You flagged down a waitress for a shot of something and handed one to Beel. The two of you toasted before downing the glasses.

The sweet liquid electrified you and you could feel your body loosen. You looked at Beel to see him licking his lips. He grabbed two more glasses from a passing waiter and passed one to you. Another clink of the shot glasses and this time the drink was rich and fiery as it slid down your throat. As the two of you polished off more drinks, you began to feel restless.

You tugged on his hand, emboldened by the alcohol.

“Dance with me.”

He nodded and let you pull him into the sea of moving bodies.

You pressed yourself against him with your back to his chest. His hands were wrapped around you, gently but firmly pulling you into him. The bass drummed in your body and you threw your head back into him. The combination of alcohol and the crowd, not to mention his fingers sliding down your thighs made your body heat up and you felt so good. 

Beel leaned into you, tilting his head down. His breath tickled your ear, as his low voice whispered. 

“How do you feel, cupcake?”

“Good, so good.” you breathed out, not even sure if he heard you. He must have though, because he twirled you so you were facing him. You looked up at him through your eyelashes. His skin was flushed and he had a cute smirk on his lips. The flashing club lights cast a hazy neon glow behind him. Before you could stop yourself, you pressed your lips against his.

His mouth tasted sweet and warm. He deepened the kiss as his hands ran down your back, gripping at your ass. Your tongues danced in each other’s mouths and you dug your nails into his shirt, feeling the hard muscles underneath. You could feel his excitement press against your thigh through his jeans and you let out a soft moan into his mouth. 

Beel let out a pained groan. 

“I need you, right now.” he whispered into your neck, pressing hungry kisses down.

“Not here. Home.” you gasped out. While you weren’t against fucking in the club bathroom, Beel was the largest demon there and it would be plainly obvious if you tried to sneak in with each other.

He nodded and pulled your hand as you headed out of the building. You made your way to his car while he continued to kiss and suck on every bit of exposed skin. He pushed you up against the door of the black car and kissed you eagerly.

“Fuck...cupcake, you’re so delicious. Need more of you.”

You moaned. It was taking all of your willpower to not let him bend you over the hood of his car, but you resisted. 

“Take us home and then show me how much you need me.” You whispered into his neck, before leaving a soft kiss. 

As Beel drove, his other hand was gripping your thigh, dangerously close to your heat. You leaned over and kissed down his neck, leaving soft bites on the sensitive skin. He let out a low grunt, and slid his hand up your dress, running a thick finger across your clothed pussy. You were soaked and he could feel your arousal through the thin fabric.

You grinded against his hand, craving any bit of stimulation from him. He pressed his fingers against you, teasing your slit through your clothes. 

The car slowed in front of the House of Lamentation and he pulled his hand away. He turned to you and whispered.

“We have to be quiet.”

The two of you stumbled into the house, looking around for any of the other occupants. It was dark and silent. Beel pushed you against the heavy front door and kissed you deeply. You wrapped your hands around his shoulders as he lifted you up with your back against the door. You wrapped your legs around his waist and he continued kissing your lips, trailing down your neck and shoulders.

“Beel we should go. Someone might see us!” You breathed out, half delirious from how good his mouth felt on you.

“Good. I want them to know you’re mine.” he growled into your skin, leaving what was sure to be dark marks to explain away later.

“Lucifer will kill us.” You giggled, though your resolve was crumbling away with every kiss. Beel grunted, and then pulled away, pressing his forehead to yours. His amethyst eyes sparkled from the moonlight.

“Yeah, actually that is a pretty scary thought. Let’s go to your room.”

The two of you crept to your door, being extra cautious when you passed each brother’s room. As soon as you clicked the lock, Beel picked you up and easily tossed you onto the plush bedsheets. 

“Finally.” He growled, before pushing up your dress and pressing hot kisses against your thighs. You let out a soft whimper. He tugged at the thin lacy material covering you and you felt him smirk against you.

“So pretty.”

He slowly dragged them down and pressed his mouth against your folds. His tongue flattened and lapped at your cunt, eliciting a loud moan from you. He circled your clit with his tongue, before sucking it into his mouth. You clawed at the sheets. 

“Fuck...Beel please! Need you.”

He continued his delicious assault on your body, pressing his tongue inside you.

“You taste so good. Please cum in my mouth. Wan’ taste you” He mumbled into your pussy. You writhed against his mouth and you could feel your thighs tense up and attempt to close on him. He gripped into the soft flesh of them and forced your legs apart while he continued, pushing you closer to your release.

“Fuck...Beel! I’m gonna–”, was all you could muster before you felt the rush of your orgasm hit you. He groaned into your cunt as he guzzled you down.  Your eyes fluttered and you tried to push his head away.

“No...mine...so good.” He moaned hungrily. Your body shook against him.

“S’ sensitive, please…” you begged. Beel was the avatar of gluttony and you knew he could spend days between your thighs but you wanted him, all of him.

He pulled away, his face wet with your juices. His eyes were hazy and unfocused and he looked drunk on you. He pulled off his shirt and jeans before pushing you back into the soft bed. You took this moment to take a look at his cock and your eyes widened. Before you could panic, he was on top of you. His silver chains dangled off his neck as he towered over you and his hands held your wrists above your head. You gazed up at him and your breath hitched as he lined his cock up with your entrance. Beel was BIG and you knew it was going to be a tight squeeze. Sensing your hesitation, he pressed a kiss to your lips.

“I’ll go slow and tell me if you need me to stop.” He looked at you waiting for confirmation. You nodded and bit your lip.

“Please…” you whispered and he pushed into you.

The stretch was intense and your eyes watered as he eased himself into you. But quickly the pain morphed into an intense pleasure. You felt every vein of his cock press against your walls and he stilled. 

“You okay, cupcake?” 

You nodded, and he pulled slightly out before slowly rocking back into you. You felt so full and started to buck your hips against him. He started fucking into you faster and you cried out as his cock hit the most pleasurable spots inside you.

“Fuck...fuck...fuck. So good! Feel’s so fucking good.” you moaned out as Beel slammed into you. You opened your eyes and noticed Beel had transformed into his demon form. His horns glinted in the light that streamed in from your window and your eyes rolled back. 

“So good. Squeezing me so tight...I wanted this so long. Let me claim you, MC. Make you mine.” Beel grunted as he fucked you into the mattress. You could feel his claws dig into the skin around your wrist and you squeezed your legs around him, pressing him closer into you.

“Yes...I’m yours! Please...fuck me, use me. I need you so goddamn bad!” you wailed, feeling your second orgasm of the night rapidly approach you. He kissed you hard and you tasted the desire on his tongue as you thrashed under him. You could feel the soft walls of your cunt clenching tighter against his cock and every cell in your body was on the edge of explosion. You felt stars dance behind your eyes and you gripped at his biceps, dragging your nails down across the lightly tanned skin.

“I’m gonna–gonna…” Beel grunted, his thrusts getting sloppier and faster. His breath was ragged and he pushed his cock as deep as he could. 

Your pussy clamped down around his cock and you arched your back from the sheets as you gushed around him. Beel’s eyes rolled back and he groaned as he shot his cum deep inside you. You could feel his hot cum spurt into your cunt and he gripped your shoulders tightly as he rode out his release. He slowly pulled out of you, before using two fingers to scoop the dripping cum back into your hole.

“So good. So full.” He mumbled. You looked down and could see the slight bulge from the amount of cum he had filled you with. You laid back down and sighed in satisfaction.

“Fuck that was amazing.” you whispered, suddenly aware of how loud the two of you had been.

He got up and pulled you against his chest, running his fingers through your hair.

“It really was. I wanna do that again.” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your head. You giggled and buried deeper in his chest.

“Maybe not tonight, but yes we will definitely do that again.” you mumbled into him, smiling as your eyes started to close. Before the both of you drifted off to sleep, your eyes widened.

“Beel!” you whispered, startling him awake, “We never got dinner!”

It was silent for a moment before the two of you burst into laughter. Beel grinned before softly speaking.

“It’s strange MC. When I’m with you, I don’t feel as hungry. It’s like another part of me is full.”

You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his. A soft smile danced on your lips and you kissed him, pouring as much love into the kiss as possible. You pulled away and buried yourself into the crook of his neck, and as your breath slowed and you fell deeper into sleep, Beel wrapped himself around you and let himself rest.