#but i wanted to be bc i had a crush on him

[iamthatonefangirl]

bucky w insecure reader where they get all insecure during sex and he praises the shittt out of them please and thank youu

also can i be 🕷️ anon please? ☺️

(i love ur fics btw)

insecure - nsfw bucky barnes

oh I love this bc I am a soft insecure sap. also this is longer than I anticipated.

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he laid you down so gently, keeping an arm around your waist and a hand behind your head as though afraid he might break you. he held you close, your bodies pressed softly together.

he hovered above you, carefully watching your facial expressions, acting intentionally with every movement he made. he thought about every little thing: how much weight to put on you without crushing you, how tight to hold you without hurting you, and most of all, how badly he wanted to worship you like the goddess you were.

you smiled at him, a little nervous, but mostly hopeful as you brought your hands from his shoulders to the back of his head. you gently tugged at his hair, feeling how soft it was under your fingers, just like you'd always imagined it would be.

he slowly leaned in to kiss you once more, still holding a hand behind your head even while you were now laid against the pillow. perhaps it was just a protective instinct, his need to keep you within his grasp and not let you go.

you nodded, and he pressed his lips to yours once more. it was so different than anything else, the feeling of you below him, all splayed out and vulnerable for him.

he kissed you softly, slowly, the way he imagined he would once he got you into his bed. he planned to pull out all the stops, treat you with nothing but the utmost care and respect that he had for you. he wanted to take you apart one piece at a time and watch the look on your face as he did.

he took his time, sensing the tension in your body slowly ease, feeling every time you would pull him a little closer. he wanted you good and ready for him, eager for him.

you couldn't help the little noises bubbling up in your throat, letting them out with your mouths still pressed together. it made his heart beat faster, his hands hold you a little bit tighter.

he took it as a sign to keep going, moving his hand from around your back to rest at your side, slowly thumbing at the hem of your shirt.

you tensed and pulled back, avoiding eye contact, looking over to the lamp.

"can we turn that off?" you asked, indicating to the light on the nightstand.

he watched your face again, frowning at the thought of it. he was ecstatic to finally have you, have the chance to pleasure you, and he wanted to see every part of you while he did.

"why, baby?" he whispered, trying to understand.

you felt the knot in your stomach tighten. you didn't know what to say.

when you don't respond, he takes it upon himself to continue.

"can I see you? please?"

you shake your head immediately.

"you don't want to see me, Buck," you respond, chuckling anxiously, all while still avoiding eye contact.

he sees your hesitance, and his heart breaks. he opens his mouth, trying to find the words, but none come. it takes him a few beats before he continues,

"nothing will change the way I feel about you. how much I want you," he reassures, and you finally meet his eyeline once more. he looks into your eyes for a minute before requesting for the second time, "can I see you?"

you fight back your reluctance and nod your head.

if he hates what he sees, your heart will break. but at least you're prepared for it.

he takes his hand from under your head and brings it down to your side, both hands gripping the hem of your shirt. as he begins to pull it over your head, you bite your tongue and hold your breath.

but you refuse to close your eyes. you have to see his reaction, you have to be able to see the look on his face. you have to.

you take a hesitant breath once he tosses your shirt off the side of the bed, noticing the way he looks you up and down. you wait for his face to fall.

it doesn't.

"fuck," he growls, "let me touch you. please, baby, I might die if you say no," he admits, and he's never sounded so...

"please," he repeats, voice hoarse, looking up into your eyes. all you see in him is pure desperation and want.

"yes," you whisper, and his hands are on you, touching your skin, holding your waist. he brings his mouth to your chest, running his tongue over your collarbone, and he's fucking whimpering.

it's the hottest he's ever looked.

his fingers roam over the plush of your stomach, attempting to touch every part of you as his lips come to where your breasts are exposed above your bra. you gasp sharply when he nips at you, and your legs press together unconsciously.

"I didn't think I could want you any more than I already do," he tells you, barely pulling his face away from your skin. you feel his nose on your flesh, the movement of his lips against you as he continues, "you're so perfect. so perfect, doll. goddamn," he curses, and he feels his entire body jittering from his need for you.

"let me take off your bra, baby, please. I'll do anything, just let me see you," he asks, looking up at you, resting his cheek against you.

you look at his face, the puppy dog eyes he's flashing you, and you nod your head 'yes.'

he leans back to carefully draw the straps down your arms before bringing his mouth to your neck. he begins to suck a mark into your skin while his hands reach underneath you to undo the clasp.

you let out a cry when you feel his lips wrap around your nipple.

god, he feels like heaven.

he moves away to look at you, and your automatic instinct is to cross your arms over your chest.

"baby, no," he whines, putting his hands on your arms and gently moving them away so he can see you. "I think you know you're so pretty and that's why you're trying to hide from me," he teases you.

"no, Buck, I'm really not," you try, but he's not having it.

"you are the prettiest, you hear me? can't even believe you're letting me see you like this, touch you like this. it's a fucking honor," he says, bringing his mouth back to your skin, making you moan out into the quiet room.

you bite your lip and try to muffle your noises, but he goads you on. "come on, my pretty girl, you can do it. can you make those little noises for me, yeah? yeah. I know you can, cause you're such a good girl," he coos, planting his lips on you again.

his words make heat pool in your stomach, your thighs clenching tighter, punctuated by a broken whine from high in your throat.

this time, he feels the movement.

"you feeling like you need something, pretty girl?" he asks, now thumbing at the hem of your pants. "I want you to tell me. I want you to tell me what you want."

you pause. you want so badly to feel his fingers, his mouth, whatever he wants to give you. but you're still apprehensive.

"I want you to be comfortable with me. I want you to trust me," he tells you firmly, looking into your eyes. "if you don't want this, I want to know that, too."

"I do," you murmur, but the knot in your stomach hasn't gone away.

you wish it would. you wish you could be carefree, and sexy, the kind of girl he should be with. the kind of girl that's in his league.

your breathing starts to quicken as you start to get in your head again.

this is a bad idea. you need to put your clothes on and leave. this is a bad fucking idea.

"baby, what's wrong? talk to me," he encourages, bringing a hand to your cheek to direct your gaze back to him.

"Buck, I-"

"I want you more than anything. but if you don't want this, just tell me," he pleads.

"of course I want you," you tell him honestly, the knot moving to your throat, your eyes getting warmer. "but-"

"there is no ‘but’. you're what I want. what you want is what I want," he admits, "so let me give you what you want."

the knot tightens, but regardless, the words come out before you can stop them.

"I want you to think I'm pretty," you whisper.

he smiles at you and looks at you in awe. you are the most perfect, most gorgeous thing he's ever laid eyes on.

"I have never found anyone as beautiful as I find you. please, let me show you."

you see the sincerity in his eyes, hear the authenticity in his tone.

you crack a broken smile. you believe him.

"I want you so badly," you whisper.

he nods fervently and pulls you in, kissing you so softly you have no choice but to believe every word he’s saying to you.

you let him lay you back down, and this time, you don't hesitate when he moves to take off your pants.

"my girl. you gonna let me make you my girl? let me prove how badly I want you?" he asks, hands trailing up and down your thighs.

"yes, Buck," you respond, telling yourself to shake your nerves and let yourself have this with him.

"spread your legs for me," he whispers. you will your muscles to make the adjustment, and he doesn't give you the chance to get in your head about it. he moves quickly, pressing his tongue over the fabric of your underwear, already soaked through. you react loudly, your moans filling his ears, encouraging him.

he doesn't wait another second before yanking the damn things off. he wraps his hands around your thighs and closes them around his head, pressed up against his ears, and mouths at you with determination.

all your thoughts finally pause, the knot in your throat dissipating as you feel the urgency with which he nudges at your clit, dipping his tongue inside you to finally taste you.

he's imagined this moment forever. being able to put his mouth on you, to make you feel so blissful. that's all he wants to do for the rest of his life.

you feel so uninhibited when you thread your fingers in his hair and grind your hips up against him. you whine and whine because you just can't help it, and he knows he's harder than he's ever been, straining against his pants and rutting against the bed. he wants you to do as you please, to feel comfortable letting go and giving into your desires.

your whines get higher out of nowhere, and he doubles down on running his tongue over your clit, and fuck you're *so* done for.

you're coming before you can stop it, all over his face.

was that good for him? was I too fast?

when you look down at him, he doesn't look at you. his face is soaked, and he's leaning back, unwrapping your legs from around him.

he finally looks up at your face, his cheeks pinked up.

"that was..." terrible? horrible? "...absolutely amazing, I, uh..."

he leans back some more, bringing a hand to palm at himself, and you see it.

and you fucking celebrate.

he came in his pants, untouched.

"fuck, I'm sorry," he chuckles, embarrassed, crawling over you again. "you're just so goddamn sexy, you know that?"

every thought is out the window. you grab him and yank him down to kiss you, hurriedly grabbing at his clothes.

"that's so hot," you say between kisses, "take your fucking clothes off, please-"

he does as you ask pretty quickly, his clothes gone in an instant. the thought of you being so excited to see him naked gets him worked up again quickly.

"yeah? you like that?" he asks you. "you like knowing what you do to me?" he smiles.

you smile back at him. "oh yeah, I do."

"you're perfect. stunning. so good for me," he says, spreading your thighs for him once more. "already so hard for you, again."

"I'm ready, Buck, please," you tell him.

"when I take you for the first time, I want you to say my name. my real name," he says quietly.

"James," you all but purr, and his eyes roll back in his head.

"just like that, you sound so good, my girl," he murmurs. "you ready?"

you nod.

and then he's pressing inside you, and it's everything.

"you're so tight," he groans. "you feel so fucking good, baby. you're taking me so well."

his voice sounds so broken, like it's gone up an octave.

"you're my pretty girl, you know that?" he says, giving an experimental thrust, and you reach for his ass, trying to pull him in again. it makes him groan, and he does, pushing even deeper in this time.

"my good girl. you look so perfect under me. I want to be the only one who gets to see you like this."

you nod. of course he is.

"I trust you, James, fuck, I think I love you," you blurt out, shocking yourself.

he lets out a noise like no other.

"I love you, baby, fuck. I love you too," he tells you. "you're perfect, you know that? and I'm going to spend the rest of my life making sure you know how much I love every goddamn piece of you."

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The only way you could get Azul to wear heels is if you pay him and he will haggle that price up. I feel like this is a situation that would happen post book 4 in which Floyd thought it’d be funny to ask Kalim to offer Azul money to walk around in heels for their entertainment. Then Kalim being the silly oblivious little goober that he is would just go along with it and do it without realizing what he’d gotten into. Then Jamil and Jade would have to break it up.

No, I despise heels. I even did a Riddle cosplay at a convention once and I still went in flats because I was like those shoes may slay but I am not going out of my way to suffer for that. To be fair the costume was still kind of full of suffering because I had the cape and I had to lift it every time I got on the escalator in fear that it would get caught and I would become a living Omori reference or not living in the worst case scenario. Also it was so freaking sweeeaaaaaaty. Like how does bro walk around all day in that. That experience really got me thinking about the practicality of these kids uniforms. Like is pomefiore still wearing all of that thick fabric in the summer? Are these kids okay?! I mean obviously not mentally but like- hey wait actually maybe that’s why they keep overblotting. It’s all that stress from wearing the words most convoluted and uncomfortable and intricate and sweaty outfits known to mankind. I do not buy it for a second when they say they’re comfortable. Yeah, comfortable in the same way people claim tights to be comfortable!

Omg I would love a time travel event. Omg if they had access to a Time Machine I’d love to see them not only meet their beginning of year selves, but they could also meet their childhood selves. Like that could be sooooo bittersweet especially for the overblotters. Like imagine Riddle meeting his childhood self. 😭 😭 😭

Omg I 100% stand by your picks for the where’s mr. Bucchi event. Although I’d also say that Deuce and Silver could tag along since they’re also part of the what happened to your dad squad. Although I guess we know what happened to Silver’s bio dad and like oof. At least he has Lilia tho lol.

Omg yes Epel’s Meemaw would absolutely provide Ruggie’s hometown with apples that would be adorable. Georgina and Maleanor would have way too much power over all of the women likers in the Twst fandom. Together they could command an army. I would be part of that ngl. They’re so preeeetty Twst keeps giving us hot women.

Omg omg omg yes Rook event where they go to a convention I need that. They would bring Idia as you said bc maybe it’s also some kind of anime convention and there’s a VA or manga artist that he really wants to meet so he sucks it up and comes with them. Vil would also go to participate in a panel. I think Cater would also go both because there are movie stars he wants to meet and also because he wants to suck up to Vil lol. Bc my man has a big time crush have you seen that one vingette where he’s begging for a photo and apparently it was changing in EN but he originally had dialogue in there where he says something about thinking for a moment that he could date him lmao. Cater you ain’t slick.

He did in fact voice Hooty. Did you know that he actually said on a panel that Hooty’s voice is actually just him doing a really terrible Mickey Mouse impression? Also I was rewatching the intruder season one episode 4 yesterday and at the end king complains about Hooty’s annoying voice and it was then that I realized that it must be a meta joke every time he does that since they have the same voice actor lol.

Guys, I need to know who the housewarden before Riddle was. Like what freak of nature was so off the walls crazy, and so unbelievably lax with the rules that even though the students are upset with how strict Riddle is, they still don’t want that guy back or talk about how they wish he could be in charge again. Like who was this menace to society?

[hyuckswoman]

your doorbell rang and you thought you might be the unluckiest person alive because you were ever so close to a mental breakdown and not in the mood for whatever stood opposite of your door. “mark?” you ask seeing him on your front porch “saw your tweet, brought burgers and i’m here for a chat” he says coming in before you could even invite him. wayyyyy too comfortable you thought.

“it’s fine mark, don’t worry” “no it’s not, do you not want to talk about it? because if that’s the case then i just came here for burgers” “no i do but you’re not my therapist shouldn’t always vent to you like you have other things to worry about” “well it’s crazy you say that because i like it when you vent to me as i know you're not keeping it in AND it shows me you trust me enough to be vulnerable, so you will spill while we eat okay?”

“so what’s up?” mark says while setting down his burger back in it’s wrapping

“jisung is making me lose my mind” you start pausing for a moment to sigh, hating the words that were about to come next “i thought i moved on, like sure we were really close and i liked him but i hate it when people think i’m stupid and like ghosting me from nowhere? like it pissed me off so bad and today we get to do this thing with our group project partner right? and so we needed to team up and work on this assignment and he barely even fucking glanced my way and sat on his phone the whole time???? i had to do the assignment on my own” you say getting worked up recalling today’s happenings “damn he couldn’t have helped you?? sounds like he sucks” your best friend inputs “even if he paid attention i don’t think he would’ve been able to help, today’s assignment was on a section he struggled… UGHHHH i hate that i even remember that about him!” you say throwing yourself onto your couch fully committed to this mental breakdown. “and like after i handed the assignment WITH HIS NAME on it i was fuming like i was so pissed and so i angry texted him and part of me wanted him to either ignore me or i don’t know like be mean?? like he was originally but NO you know what he did?? he APOLOGIZED and then told me he MISSES ME like oh my god why would you do that to meeeeeeeughhhh” you finish dragging out the me “and the worst part is, i don’t know why it affects me so much but it does” “why did you reply?” “I didn’t, just closed the app and went home trying not to cry and then you showed up” “listen, i don’t think you’re going to like what i’m going to say but maybe it affects you so much because you liked him more than you think?”

“well that is pretty obvious like, i went from hating him to tolerating him to seeing and talking to him 24/7 so yes i figured that if i’m so upset about this is because he was a better friend than i thought of him” “no, y/n that’s not what i mean… i mean maybe you like him, as i crush i mean…. do you?” “i’ve never thought about it hold on this is a whole new thing we need to unpack oh my goooooooooooood” you say kicking the pillows on your couch. this was bad

so after a good hour and a half of unpacking every. single. conversation, interaction, glance, text, mention of this man you’ve ever had in your life, you turned to your best friend and said

“i hate you for making me realize that i have a crush on park jisung.”

34. bad

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notes: in case anyone cares… i did not go on that date and i am no longer talking to this man… all that in two days 😝😝😝 trust that one day i will go on a date tho..

also a friend (kinda) of mine wants to meet up (i haven’t seen this man in like three years and we were never really friends) and lord i hope i can bring other people bc i am not seeing him alone! i am wayyyy too awkward for this

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[pollkien]

FINWE PROPAGANDA (art by @starshadeemilyart):

So sexy he scored two wives and fathered the hottest Noldo ever, literally and figuratively. A testament to Finwë’s sexiness

One of the elven ambassadors and among the first to see the light of the trees

He alone did not flee from Morgoth!! He’s a bad bitch!!

EXTREMELY slutty heraldic device. Look at it

Cries so much and is so miserable. Everyone talks about Maglor being the sad wet noodle but man look at Finw￫

First depressed elf in Aman I love that for him

He is such a trophy husband too. Do you see my vision

“Then Finwë lived in sorrow; and he went often to the gardens of Lórien, and sitting beneath the silver willows beside the body of his wife he called her by her names. But it was unavailing; and alone in all the Blessed Realm he was deprived of joy. After a while he went to Lórien no more.” Say what you will about him but you cannot deny he is the biggst wife guy ever. He devoted all of his mind and energy to loving his wife

Such a loving guy!! Got depressed bc his wife died. Got sad bc he couldn’t see elwe again. Got sad again when the Teleri were away from them. Loved Fëanor so much. He just has so much love in his heart and they killed him for it

“His body was burned and destroyed as though by lightning and his head was crushed as with a great mace of iron. His sword lay beside him, twisted and untempered as if by lightning-stroke” holy shit

“Later, when the Valar agreed that Finwë should be brought back to life, he instead decided not to, thus giving Míriel a chance to be reincarnated” this happened too I guess whatever. I don’t like this draft tbh.

FINGOLFIN PROPAGANDA (art by @starshadeemilyart):

FINGOLFIN HAS DEFEATED MORGOTH! Now will he kick his nephew's ass

Strongest, most steadfast, and most valient of the sons of Finw￫

Entire line of children (except aredhel RIP queen. And argon but he didn’t exist) were high kings. Good for him

Also invented High King of the Noldor (in Beleriand)

Led the elves through the Helcaraxë go king!

Both his weapon AND his horse was named

Held no grudges even after Fëanor threatened him TWICE.

Actually smart. Wanted to launch an assault on Morgoth while the peace lasted. Alas nobody listened to him

Had the balls to duel Morgoth himself and even stabbed him seven whole times and gave Morgoth a permanent limp

Did I mention those wounds Fingolfin gave him never heared. Can you say that about anyone else?

His dead body was rescued by Thorondor. He is so special

He was once Golfin son of Gelmir 🥺

Also hosted a giant party in Beleriand. He knows when to have fun

Even kept friendship with Thingol after he found out about the kinslayings!

[canongf]

had a dream where i had to see one of my fictional crushes with another girl and it was so devastating and cruel!!! why would my own mind do this to me!!!

[shawsimmer]

a sulani trip for mars' birthday :)

i've finally escaped the toddler phase yippeee

[bambisafe]

pairing : husband!leon kennedy / fem!reader

word count : 1.2k

warnings : sexual content / minors don’t interact or you’ll be blocked. established relationship, porn what plot, marriage, teasing, pinching (one small one), vaginal sex, mocking, slight degradation, praise, orgasm denial, spanking, unprotected sex, creampie, superb aftercare, leon being the most attentive husband.

author’s note : i deceived even myself while writing this.

leon’s a gentle lover, both inside and outside the bedroom. he doesn’t rush things, he doesn’t care for roles— well, usually. all he wants is to love you.

when the lights turn out for the night and you head to bed, garments dropping to the floor in haphazard clumps, he’ll pick you up, drop you on the bed. bouncing on impact, you giggle but he silences it with a soft peck.

before long, he’s inside you. so deep, so full, that a lump peeks out at your lower belly.

a kiss is pressed to the corner of your lips, hand pushing against the bulge his cock made in your tummy. “feel that?” he rumbles.

he doesn’t need a verbal response. the way your walls clench around him is enough of a reply.

“i love you so much,” he whispers tenderly, going in for another kiss. a bit messier— he leaves a spot of spittle on your top lip.

“you squeeze around me every time i kiss you,” he notes, eye contact intense and unwavering. overwhelming.

you whine, hips squirming in protest. his mouth parts in a gruff chuckle, teasing but loving, as a hand squeezes your waist.

“don’t gimme that,” he shakes his head, blond tresses swaying, soft and fine. “it’s cute. i love how your body reacts t’me.”

“makes me feel self conscious though,” you mutter, bashful, cheekbones pink. leon’s arm boxes your head in, the other nudging the underneath of your chin until your eyes meet.

“no need to feel self conscious, honey,” he murmurs, bringing the same hand down to your side, stroking the bare skin. “i love every part of you. especially the parts i can feel.” a firm squeeze to your side, flesh spilling through his fingers.

“‘m sure you feel same, don’t you?” he deduces, retracting his hips and bringing them back down, cock dragging along your aching walls. he notices your eyebrows quivering, teeth sinking into your bottom lip.

“right?” he presses, wanting words from you.

when he still gets nothing, aside from a shy side glance, he pumps into you with another broad stroke— a solid clap of the skin of your hips meeting.

“yes,” you reply, voice bordering on a whine. his lips tick upward at your compliance. “that’s better.”

he sits back on his haunches, the backs of your thighs laid out over his.

“so whiney,” he muses, hips flexing as he pushes himself in deeper. when he feels your walls flutter deliciously, a sharp breath escapes his nose. “is that all it takes to get you like this?”

you mewl weakly, head turning away, but leon’s quick to grasp your chin, pulling you right back to him.

“no, no,” he shakes his head, oozing disappointment. “don’t look away from me.”

you have no time to speak, no time to form a thought before he started rutting against you, slowly at first but as you grew wetter, the soft squelch of your pussy in his ears, it wasn’t long before he was rocking into you in breakneck speed, the bed frame creaking under you two.

“shit,” leon hisses, sweat plastering blond hairs to his forehead, and you whimpering under him wasn’t helping.

you keen, hips bucking upward to meet his, fingers tangled in the sheets.

“look at you,” he pants, the snap of his hips relentless, angling himself forward to just barely cage you in. “so desperate for it.”

when you whine, arm coming up to shield your eyes, leon’s quick to protest.

“ah, ah,” he scolds, slowing to a tantalizing roll, cock nudging against that aching spot that sent shockwaves up your spine. “look at me, sweetheart.”

reluctantly, you remove your arm and your husband comes back into view, in all his greek-god-like glory as he now hovers over you, chests nearly touching.

all the teasing from before seemed to melt away for a split second, replaced with tenderness reserved only for you.

“there she is,” he whispers, the speed of his thrusts increasing once more. “that’s right. look at me.”

you whimper, giving him a wounded little princess expression, and he could feel just how weak you’d become. your legs trembled around his waist, tight hole twitching around his dick torturously.

“don’t give me that look,” he groans, pinching your side, not enough to hurt but enough to make you snap out of whatever pout-filled haze you were in.

“you’re not cumming yet,” he states it like a fact, a soldier being given a command. to drive his point home, his hips surge forward, pelvis smacking against your clit, hard, drawing an immediate mewl from you. “you can hold out a little longer, i know you can.”

“i can’t,” you sob, shaking your head frantically, toeing on the line of release, blood roaring in your ears.

“you can and you will,” he demands, pulling out of you, leaving you empty and unsatisfied.

you’re flipped onto your stomach before you can complain, hand grasping your hip while the other works his cock back into your sensitive channel.

your toes curl, knees bending as you try not to squirm out of his grip.

“lie still,” he grits, firm hand swatting at your ass, your flesh jiggling on impact. “‘m not gonna tell you again.”

and then he’s right back to where he was before, thrusting into you so hard your whole body jolts.

“takin’ it so well, honey,” he praises in the midst of his panting, coming down to your level, chest-to-back, lips brushing your ear.

“so sensitive,” he purrs, and you whimper, stuffing your mouth against a pillow.

“better bite down,” he instructs, hand winding around your front, seeking out your clit before rubbing quick circles on the little nub.

you knew what was coming. you could feel it, the slow build, the burn in your lower stomach.

“cum for me,” he shudders, grinding into your abused hole, middle finger on your clit unrelenting.

that command alone is enough. eyes rolling back, not just your legs but your entire being convulsing as your center pulsed around him, soaking his cock in your warm fluids as one final cry of ecstasy is absorbed by the pillow between your teeth.

leon’s not far behind, whining blissfully in your ear as he spills every drop of cum into you.

but he didn’t stop there, fucking the milky substance into you before finally collapsing against your back, breathing uneven.

you don’t know how long you stay there, but it was long enough that the rush had ebbed. now you were just two people, utterly close.

“was i too rough on ya?” leon finally whispers, that tender edge a stark contrast to his earlier snark.

you snicker tiredly, shaking your head. “no, i’m okay,” you’re quick to assure, laying your head on the pillow you were once biting onto for dear life.

“you sure?” he presses, tone worried and attentive, as he strokes one of your arms. “thirsty? want me to get a bath goin’?” you have a feeling he won’t stop until you give a definitive answer.

“water’s fine,” you concede, eyelids heavy. a bath was out of question, sleep was pulling you under fast.

“you got it,” he agrees, leaving a trail of feathery kisses along your shoulder before pulling out with a slight, wet pop. “lemme get you cleaned up first.”

and he does, wiping you down with a warm cloth before offering you a full glass of water complete with a straw (he insists). he won’t leave you alone until you’ve had at least four sips.

afterward, he gets back into bed with you, all tangled limbs and murmured sentiments until you both drift off.

[bittsandpieces]

i got asked on a date 🥰

[enden-k]

i swear, im so weak for every character who has this kind of face ughhh the kind who always smile but it never reaches their eyes (changli ONE CHANCE PLEASE)

[seiwas]

for writing game, iwaizumi + assistance <3

hope this sparks some inspo and thank you in advancee

hi there!! thanks for sending in a prompt 🫶

contains: friends to lovers (ish), halloween parties, reader is dressed as catwoman, expletives, iwaizumi is thiiiiis 🤏 close to murdering seijoh4 (jk)

iwaizumi + assistance

this is a set-up.

iwaizumi knows he shouldn't have fucking believed anything the boys "promised" him back when they assigned him this costume.

the suit is fucking tight, spandex digging into his groins and all other crevices that definitely should be aired out after after a few hours. he's had to constantly readjust his stance almost every few minutes, the black fabric compressing his thighs and torso, significantly constricting the range of motion his shoulders and arms are typically used to. if anything else, it could double up as a back brace from how rigidly straight it's kept his posture all night.

he'll give it to makki though; he did outdo himself sourcing this year's costumes―this batman set looks pretty damn legit.

except for one tiny problem.

there's no fucking pee hole. it's a zip-up, zip-down one-piece situation. and that normally wouldn't be a problem, except that oikawa "accidentally" knocked over a cocktail straight into his pants, the sickeningly sweet liquid now seeping straight into the fabric and past his boxers―cold and sticky as it touches his skin.

and so, the problem: his pants are wet, it makes him want to fucking pee, and coincidentally, the only vacant bathroom is across the hall, at your apartment.

this is why he believes this is a set up. that, and the fact that you're dressed in an outfit strikingly similar―just with cat ears.

he's been asked five times in this party if you're in matching couple outfits.

it catches him off guard, flusters him because of how badly he wants to say yes. but, you're just friends, and he doesn't even think you like him that way (despite mattsun and oikawa practically begging him to confess. makki tells him he thinks you're going to do it first).

so he politely smiles and says no, but you look good, your costume clinging to you in all the right places. thank fucking god he has a cape because he's pretty sure he spent the first 30 minutes in the party hiding his boner.

"hajime, it's fine, i swear," you stand beside him in front of the conveniently locked bathroom in oikawa's apartment. from the other side of the door, he's pretty sure he hears mattsun and his girlfriend mumbling. maybe fucking? who knows. "you can just use the bathroom in my apartment."

he glances at you before closing his eyes, contemplating, before finally agreeing to you.

"okay."

if he's being honest with himself, friends is definitely an incomplete label to what you are. as oikawa's neighbor, you are conveniently around all the time; and oikawa being oikawa, the ever-social butterfly, he's somehow managed to carve a space for you in the friend group.

(never mind the fact that oikawa's sniffed him out from the moment he first introduced you.)

you were a crush, then a friend, and now you're someone he picks up from work and drives back home three times a week, because he "has to train oikawa." you don't question it, even when you both know he stays over for dinner way past the gym's open hours.

"you know where it is," you open your apartment and urge him in.

"sorry again," he turns to face you.

"yeah, yeah, just pee!" you laugh, shoving him towards the bathroom door.

getting out of the suit is manageable, and he's able to wipe off a bit of the cocktail that's leaked to the suit and his boxers just to make sure it isn't gross and sticky when he gets home later. peeing is a big relief once he gets it over with, but it's when he has to suit up again that things become difficult.

stretching out the spandex one body part at a time is a workout in itself―the hardest task being when he has to pull it over his shoulders, adjusting it to fit properly over his arms and chest.

but then the zipper breaks.

and he truly thinks makki has fucked him over.

iwaizumi contemplates what to do next for a good, good while. he tries calling oikawa, only to no success every time; no way in hell is he calling mattsun in the middle of having sex. and calling makki isn't even an option; he'd never hear the end of it.

then you knock on the door, your voice soft and concerned as you ask, "hajime? you good in there?" you hit it spot on, too, "do you need help with your suit?"

iwaizumi presses his palms to his eyes. he's a rational man, straightforward and logical in thinking. there is literally no other option for him right now but to ask help from you. again.

fuck.

.

it's 30 minutes later when oikawa barges in your door, and the sight that greets him is iwaizumi in nothing but a hoodie (the hoodie you borrowed some time ago) and his boxers, with his hands on your waist as you hover your hairdryer over the crotch of his batman costume―cat headpiece off and all.

"you finally got together?!"

[suguwu]

rin who has always had a crush on you, one of sae's best friends, and then drunkenly hooks up with you at sae's wedding when you're both in the wedding party

[fuumiku]

Tallman modern AU with these dunmeshi awful little men always grip me in a chokehold… Just a man with no friends except his dog. A guy and his best friend, "It’s you and me against the world buddy", taking his dog everywhere because the human has separation anxiety.

[utilitycaster]

something interesting I've noticed in this campaign's discourse is that there's a fascinating moving of goalposts closer to what I (and others with similar opinions) said originally. Like, consider:

this ship isn't interesting because it lacks conflict being met first with "yes it is, you're just evil haters" to "must ships have conflict to be interesting?" to "well if things were DIFFERENT you'd like it"-style claims, threaded through constantly with "obviously it's great/bc I have eyes" tell-and-never-explain style arguments

or

"Bells Hells isn't as bonded" met with "YES THEY ARE THEY PLAYED WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH THAT??" to "they would be bonded, but for the plot, which I see as something separable from the story and not the story itself" to "um actually it's better that they're not because that makes it different from the past campaigns where the characters had strong and complex relationships with each other, and novelty is always superior."

[animation-is-my-jam]

What would Tobey's reaction be if he knew Becky had a crush on Hunter Throbheart? It's a shame we never got that in the show 😂. Or if he found out WordGirl thought Hunter was cute.

You're right. It really is a shame Hunter was only allowed to do one thing in an episode, and then he's in background banishment. The idea of another blonde British kid who is the suave type who Tobey thinks he is, that's funny. Like that had to be the kinda intent he had, Tobey literally was after him in the auditions. And that brief look, ough the sight hatred and envy was burning.

How would he react to Becky's little crush on Hunter? I'm going more on canon thinking. But I can see him just being annoyed at it. Tobey recognizes how many other students already swoon for Hunter, so he would just think Becky is another silly girl who has fallen for Hunter's superficial charms. He would be disappointed that Becky, who he doesn't think highly of, but at least thought would be more self-aware of how shallow the attraction is. And this is all "DEFINITELY NOT" because he's major coping with his own insecurities about his own looks and charms, and is projecting. And also he doesn't get especially peeved at Becky fawning for a more taller, winsome, British kid than him.

And about the idea of Wordgirl, like letting it slip by publicly on who she thought was cute and like taking interest in Hunter when like rescuing him. Then buddy Hunter got a day before Tobey pulls up with his robots/lhj

Hunter is so funny to me because he screams, "Fake it, until you make it" to me. Not in his accent, I think that's real. But in how he acts. Like we saw in the Romeo and Juliet episode, how he got bad stage frieght despite putting on this overconfident face. I think he's putting on a mask and is not really true to himself. I'm sure he loves the attention and probably is very snooty and has his vanity, but he probably wants to be more than just the boastful charmer. So I can't see the boyo be this actual antagonist force for Tobey, we all know Tobey...he gets heated on one-sided beefs all the time. But Hunter might screw with him once in a while, probably fake flirt with Becky just to annoy him. (It's a headcanon of mine that Hunter is convinced Tobey has a crush on Becky. When even Tobey doesn't know that yet).

[didderd]

erm. erm. th urge to draw this may or may not hav kept me awake 👀

(vry mild suggestive)

i do not simp many swaps but...

[many-gay-magpies]

seeing all these posts talking about payneland as if its some tragic unrequited love drives me insane ngl. or i guess not TRAGIC but the posts that are like "man edwin really got every boy except the one he wanted" HE ALREADY HAD HIM. HE ALREADY FUCKING HAD HIM ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME?? MAYBE NOT ROMANTICALLY BUT GOD HE HAD HIM. AND HE STILL HAS HIM.