#i say as if theres not like 3 fully formed long fics in the drafts too lol

[bloobeary]

Steve comes home to Bucky starfished right in the middle of their bed.

Sometime between when Steve left for the compound and now, Bucky must’ve gotten home. He’s showered if the lingering smell of shampoo and the towel half in the hamper is any indication. It's hot as hell outside, and even though they have the AC cranked all the way up, they can still feel it.

It makes sense then, that the covers are all pooled on the floor at the foot of the bed. Steve smiles and he can hear his heartbeat in his ears. He’s known Bucky since he could walk, and seeing him still makes him feel giddy--that should be embarassing, but he really can’t find it in him to care. It's reciprocated, he knows, Bucky only tells him about a thousand times a day.

Steve wants to get into the bed and lay on top of him like a lizard on a hot rock. Bucky will let him, even if it means they get sweaty from being pressed together in the dead of summer. Its just sometimes Steve misses him so bad its like he never came back, it makes him want to crawl under Bucky's skin because close ain't close enough.

“What’re you staring at?” Bucky mumbles, not turning over from where he’s face down on the bed.

Steve smiles and runs a hand through his hair before unbuttoning his cuffs and rolling up his sleeves. “You.”

Bucky snorts out a laugh, and stretches a little. Steve watches as all of his muscles bunch, and then relax. “Sap.”

“I happen to like you, a little.” Steve says to his defense, and Bucky props himself up on his elbows so he can turn and look at him. Steve’s well aware that he’s looking at Bucky like the sun shines out of his ass, but it makes Bucky grin, at least.

“How'd I get so lucky, huh?” Bucky says, and Steve rolls his eyes. “Get over here.” He asks, and Steve walks over and sits on the edge of the bed. He puts a hand in Bucky’s hair and dips down to kiss him. “Mm. How was uh--” Bucky starts, but Steve just kisses him again, not really up to talk about his five thousand meetings.

“Okay.” Bucky laughs and rolls over onto his back, grabbing the front of Steve’s shirt to pull him down too. He sits across his lap, feeling ridiculously overdressed in his button up and slacks compared to Bucky’s boxer brief and one sock ensemble.

“You get beat up too bad?” Steve asks, putting his hands on Bucky’s bare chest, fingers spread out, thumbs touching with room to spare.

Bucky laughs, and rubs his hands warm on Steve’s thighs, the metal cool even in the heat. “Nah."

“Hm.” Steve says, and he has a feeling that he’s being lied to. “Turn over.”

“What?”

“Turn over.” Steve repeats, and drums his fingers on Bucky’s collarbones.

“Why?” Bucky asks, a little suspicious, a little intrigued.

Steve smiles and shrugs. “I wanna give you a massage.”

Bucky blinks, and then taps Steve’s knee. He sits up, giving Bucky enough room to flip onto his stomach, propping his chin on his hands. “Why?” He asks again.

“What's with the third degree, Barnes? I can't just want to do something nice for you? Huh?” Steve says, exasperated and a little amused, and leans down to kiss Bucky’s shoulder. He spies a yellowing bruise there, and frowns at it before reaching into the nightstand to find some lotion. Bucky laughs a little. “I said earlier,” Steve starts, warming up his hands. “I like you.”

“Christ,” Bucky laughs. “Fine. Take off your shirt, though.”

It’s Steve’s turn to laugh. He raises an eyebrow but starts to unbutton it anyways.

He doesn’t ask why, but Bucky answers it for him. “If I have to sit through a massage, you should at least have your tits out.”

“Jesus,” Steve feels himself blush. He tosses his shirt off the side of the bed. “If you have to. Yeah, real favor you’re doing me, buddy.” He says, and Bucky just props himself up a little to give Steve a wolfish smile like he's about to say something smart. Steve leans forward and smacks a kiss on him to shut him up before sitting up again. “You ready?”

“You have the all clear, Captain.” Bucky says, and Steve smiles at him as he settles down again.

Bucky’s quiet the whole time Steve works up through his shoulders and upper back, even when he presses down hard enough to feel the lactic acid pop under his thumbs. His breathing is constant and calm as Steve carefully works through the scar tissue on his left side. Maybe he should put on some music; his thoughts might run away from him in the silence, and he's not feeling up to rage-crying about all the bullshit they've had to go through just to get here, today.

Bucky breaks the silence before Steve can even reach for his phone, though.

"Hey," Bucky says, and Steve hums. "You remember..." He starts, and takes a deep breath. Steve doesn't say anything while Bucky finds his words; this could go anywhere really. "'Member when you got pneumonia--"

Steve laughs. "Which time?"

"S'it matter?" Bucky mumbles, and Steve shrugs, guess not. "We got that menthol stuff from the older couple that lived a few floors up, remember?"

Steve thinks about it while he rubs circles into Bucky's triceps. He doesn't remember much, truthfully, about the specifics. Probably because he was busy hacking up a whole lung and trying not to die. What he does remember though is sitting just like this, except backwards, how Bucky sat next to instead of on top of him and rubbed the sticky ointment all over Steve's back. It helped, either the menthol or Bucky's warm hands all over him, he's not sure which, but it helped.

"Yeah, Buck." Steve says, finally. He smiles when he remembers something else, too. "You got it in your eyes."

"Did I?" Bucky asks, and Steve nods even though Bucky can't see him. Bucky breathes in deep again. "The things you do for love," He mumbles, and Steve just smiles at the back of his head.

He rubs down sides and the broad flat of his lats; Steve re-lotions and sets his hands right above the dimples of his back. He puts his weight into it as he pushes his thumbs up the ridge of spinal erectors, and Bucky gasps.

“Buck?” Steve asks, lifting his hands, a little worried he poked at an invisible bruise.

“Oh my god. Oh my god.” Bucky says, labored. Steve puts his hands up higher, scared.

“That hurt?”

“No. Yeah. Jesus, do it again.” Bucky says, and honest to God squirms. Steve’s eyebrows go up. He can count on one hand the number of times he’s seen Bucky like this. “Feels good, baby. Keep going.”

“Not beat up too bad my ass,” Steve says, and Bucky just kicks him with his heel softly. Steve laughs and can’t help but lean in to give Bucky a kiss on the cheek before getting back to it.

They’re both sweating by the time Steve’s through but Bucky’s so relaxed he can barely keep his eyes open. Steve tries, and fails, not to feel too smug about that.

“Stop.” Bucky says, flipping onto his back and waving his hand at Steve. “Quit makin that face.”

“I ain’t got a face.” Steve says, but he laughs anyways. “I was right, say it.”

“Nah,” Bucky opens his eyes and they focus on where Steve’s standing, hands on his hips. Bucky eyes him appreciatively and then sighs again. “Get over here,” He says for the second time. “Take your trousers off.”

Steve makes a fond face at the choice of word but undoes his belt anyways. “I do all the work ‘round here.” He steps out of his pants. “You should compensate me for my services.” He says, and Bucky laughs at him, tipping his head back against the headboard. Christ, Steve hasn’t seen him this relaxed in ages. Why the hell don’t they do this more often?

“I will,” Bucky says, a promise, and then makes a grabby hand at Steve. “But if that’s not what you meant, my wallet’s in the closet.”

Steve’s briefs hit him square in the chest, too loose to care to catch them. “Shut the hell up, Barnes.”

[corruptedconfessions]

Are you still in the kiri mood? If yes, can you yeet him into this thought: different yanderes (izuku, bakugo, kiri, or whomever you want!) Reacting to a touch starved reader. Ever the stubborn captive, they deny they want anything to do with the yandere, but during some forced fluff shenanigans, the yandere accidentally squeezes readers legs/ holds onto readers shoulders deeply, and reader let's out a moan. Thanks! And remember to drink water and take a break if you need!

Ngl Kirishima, Bakugo, and Hizashi are like the 3 yanderes im always down to write 24/7

they all live in my head rent free

This one is more of an imagine/drabble thing, I threw in another bonus yandere bc I feel like he fits the prompt well. I hope thats all okay <3

Also thank you for your kindness <3 Im hydrated and hopefully ready to write out some fics! I have a few drafts in my computer already :)

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Kirishima is the very definition of clingy yandere, he is practically the poster boy for clingy, so it won’t be very long into your...moving in (he refuses to admit he kidnapped you! You were just too shy to ask yourself so he encouraged you! Don’t worry he gets the message no matter what you say otherwise!) that he’ll catch on to you being so desperately touch starved despite angrily telling him to fuck off every time he tries to cuddle. Being the ever delusional puppy he is he just assumes that you’re shy and keeps doing it even more

He’ll try to respect your space and let you come to him naturally but he’ll still insist on being close to you, dragging you to sit on the couch, you sitting on one end with him sitting on the other, your legs entangled in the middle. He’ll wait until you are engrossed in the tv or your book or whatever hobby of choice you have (the poor sap will buy you anything you ask, he just wants you happy) making sure you’re completely relaxed before he slowly slides a bit closer, reaching out to run his hands across your legs, squeezing and massaging them gently. Honestly he expected you to kick him or freeze up, stare at him in fear and confusion and anger like you always did whenever he reached out to touch you.

But you didn’t do any of that. If anything you relaxed, arching up into his touch as a soft breathy moan slipped past your lips, causing both of you to freeze at the same time, staring wide eyed at each other, stunned. 

If you thought Kirishima was clingy before you would be dead wrong compared to his behavior after that. He’s constantly by your side whenever he can, brushing against you in the kitchen when the two of you are cooking or washing dishes, moving closer to bump shoulders when the two of you are close by, constantly touching your hair, your neck, your shoulders, everywhere. You’ll be overstimulated and stressed but there is no going back now that he knows. Cuddles and spooning sessions whenever he can get you to sit still, honestly I wouldn’t put it past him to whine and demand you sit on his lap sometimes too, or at least lay against him and let him give you massages when the two of you are curled up on the couch. 

And that isn’t even getting started on sexual touching. He’ll be like a dog in heat, constantly aching for you, practically humping you any chance he gets. He’ll wrap his arms around you waist and hold you close as he grinds his hard on against your ass, trying to pull out those cute little noises that you’ll make. Pins you against the counter, over the couch, on the table, anywhere and everywhere is free game. 

And know that his poor sweet darling is touch starved? He’ll be quick to try and remedy that, he’ll tie you down to the bed and get you off just by rubbing his hands across your skin, massaging you, kissing you, just touching you. He won’t stop no matter how much you plead until he is done and he is sure that you have gotten the attention you deserve from him. 

Izuku is probably one of the best yandere matches for a touch starved darling, he is so submissive and cuddly for his darling, but not so much so its overstimulating and overwhelming like other yanderes. Unlike others he is more likely to let you have your space when he...first takes you home. He understands moving is a big change and you need your time and space to adjust and adapt to your new surroundings. He may coax you out with your favorite home made meals and promises of hot baths or treats, but he’ll smile and suck it up when you yell and scream at him, saying you want nothing to do with him. You’re just stressed and adjusting thats all! He can wait you out. 

Now just because he is patient and understanding doesn’t mean he just lets you do whatever you want.  He has needs too! The entire reason he had you...move in was so he could be closer to you and spend more time with you without anyone else interfering! Even you just being in the same room with him without throwing a fit is enough for him to feel like his patience is being rewarded.  

That patience wont last forever, though.

He tries to work his way up slowly, very slowly demanding more of you, insisting you stay just a minute longer, let him stand just an inch closer, it will be so slow you wont even realize you are practically cuddling up to him until it’s too late and you are so use to an reliant on him that you can’t go back to isolating yourself again. 

He’ll always have an idea that you are a bit more...starved for attention than others but he won’t get confirmation until months into your captivity. He’ll sweetly insist that you seem stressed and that you should let him give you a massage to help you relax. His calloused hands will reach out, squeezing your shoulders soothingly, coaxing a soft happy moan from your lips.

Oh sweetheart! How can you expect him to hold back when you make such sweet noises just from a simple touch? He may be a gentleman but even he has his limits...

You can bet there will be more...touching in your future. And much less patience towards an aversion to it. 

Bakugo is probably one of the worst (yandere) matches for a touch starved darling imo, the poor boy is sensitive and touch starved himself, and with his aggression he would probably just end up overstimulating his darling, and not in a good way. He’d much rather be on the receiving end of massages and pets, nuzzling himself into your chest or your stomach as you stroke his hair and tell him what a good boy he is. 

Having said that he would catch on pretty quick to your little act, seeing right past the screaming and defiance and your insistence that you want nothing to do with him, which is going to get you locked up in the basement and punished heavily, he sees the subtle ways you act that remind him of himself, that tell him exactly what he needs to know. 

Unlike the others when he reaches out for you, he knows exactly what he is doing and exactly what kind of reaction he is going to get. The shit eating smirk on his face as you moan in surprise tells everything. He’ll keep touching you, fingers digging into your skin just a little too hard, trying to drag more of those noises out of you until you are trembling under him, left feeling raw and sensitive. If you’re lucky he might notice that he went to far and be how ever much more gentle next time as he can be, but honestly after that he’s the same old Bakugo. He doesn’t go out of his way to touch you more, if he wants to wrap his arms around you he will, if he wants you on his lap he’ll pull you onto his lap, if he wants to lay on you, fuck what you’re doing, you get a lapful of Bakugo. 

That act doesn’t hide the way that he curls around you and cuddles you way closer at night in those tender moments, though. 

Hawks is another very handsy yandere. He wants constant contact and attention from his darling, so much so its almost impossible to keep up with his incessant demands for your attention, it grows draining. Even negative attention in the form of screaming, crying, fighting seems to fuel him. He just wants you to be looking at him, he doesnt care how. He’ll be the quickest to figure it out since if you wont give him attention he’ll give you his. He’s constantly reaching out to touch you in some way or form, be it grabbing your ass, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, or curling his wings around you to pull you closer to him,  you’ll always know if Hawks is home and where he is since theres always some part of him reaching for you. He’s a weird mix of aware and delusional, he knows he has kidnapped you and you’re unhappy because of it, but part of him also believes he just needs to take good care of you and that you love him anyways. Because of that he’s just constantly trying to please you to try and “make up” for kidnapping you. (He often brushes it off like he got the wrong food or forgot to text you back instead of something more serious)

It’ll happen when you’re standing still, he’ll sneak up behind you, reaching out and squeezing your shoulders, rolling his thumbs across them in a brief massage as he happily opens his mouth to greet you, only to be interrupted by the cutest moan bubbling out of you as you arch your back, pushing into his touch with a soft gasp. 

Immediately you’ll find yourself pinned down to the couch or the bed, whichever is closer. Hands will be dragged across your body, desperately repeating that movement and many others, anything to drag those sweet noises you had been hiding from him out. He wont be satisfied until you are near tears, gasping and limp under his touch, having given him all your cute little noises, surrendering yourself fully to him. 

Not much will change after that, he is just as clingy and handsy as before, but now he knows all the pretty noises and faces you can make for him, and he practically pounces on you every time he comes home, desperate to hear more.