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a/n: I asked for requests and y'all came THROUGH. Freaks - all of you!! (same) hope you enjoy this fucking ovulation-fueled fever dream lmao. @quicax3 - I am dedicating everything I post today to you- Happy birthday! 🩷hope ya'll enjoy (not even a little beta'd or proofread lol all mistakes are mine)

Warnings; 18+ no minors, vague but big-legal age gap, piv sex, dirty talk, hand stuff, rough / marathon sex, homeboy paints the boobies- Marcus gets dosed with something and is * d e s p e r a t e *(a little graphic / I guess this could be hurt / comfort?), master / slave dynamic (power imbalance) he’s still pretty possessive, Marcus calls reader Girl, reader calls Marcus Dominus - let me know if I missed any! 🩷

Pairing: Marcus Acaciusx F!Reader

word count: 2.6k (😅)

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You frowned to see her darkening his doorstep once more from your place just inside the giant doorway. 

“Announce my arrival to Marcus if you would, I have brought him a gift.” She smiles her prettiest smile at you, moving to walk past you but you hold fast, blocking her path. 

“Apologies my lady, the Dominus is absent. I do not know when he will return and I am not to allow visitors in his absence.” Part of you felt a twinge of guilt at the way her face fell, but the memory of her proposal, and her apparent attempts to change his mind twisted something in your gut. She clutched at the wine bottle in her hands, cradling it as her eyes scanned what she could see of the house behind you. 

“Do you know when he left.” She frowns, eyes focusing on you once more. 

“He has been gone since first light, and as I said before, I am unsure of when he will return. He did not say when he left.” You were telling her mostly the truth, he had left early in the day, but you knew he’d be back before nightfall. He’d told you.

“I could just wait, I doubt he’ll mind–” She flashed her winning smile, thinking it would work on you as it had worked on everyone throughout her years but she had no notion of your ire for her.

“Apologies my lady, I cannot permit you inside, it will be my head.” It would never come to that, you knew it but he would not be pleased. 

“Oh come now.” She huffed just outside the door, crossing her arms and for a moment you saw a spoiled child on the verge of a tantrum. One of his guards heard the commotion and came over to assist. 

“Apologies my lady, but you will have to return another time, when the Dominus is here to greet you.” He was large, and her demeanor changed instantly. 

“I have brought him a gift, he will be happy to see me I swear it–” She held the bottle out to the guard and he took it, looking over what seemed to be a dark red wine.

“I will make sure Dominus receives your gift.” He closed the door in her face despite the widening of her eyes at having been left outside, giftless, and unwelcome. She knocked again, but the guard only put the bottle in your hands, and sent you off with a nod. You went about your business and left him to it. 

Your Dominus was true to his word. The sun had just kissed the horizon when he walked through the door. His brow was furrowed in frustration and you rushed to greet him, hoping his business hadn’t gone awry. His eyes found yours and they softened, but only a touch. 

“Shall I prepare your meal Dominus? Or would you care to rest first?” You followed as he made his way towards his study, his stride quick enough to make you hurry after him. 

“I’ll take my meal in my study, fetch me clean water and linens to cleanse before I eat–and the red wine if you would.” He sat at his desk, putting down scrolls he’d brought with him. His talk of wine reminded you of his visitor.

“Oh–I just recalled. You had a visitor while you were away today, Dominus.” You brought the empty basin from the corner and set it up at the little table beside his desk for the water you’d have to fetch. His eyes shot up, his attention solely focused on you. “I obeyed your commands, no one came in–it was Lavinia.” 

His eyebrow raised, and a small, half-smile formed on his lips. The scrolls sat on the desk, forgotten as he leaned back a little in his chair, amused now at the way your chin jut out in uncharacteristic defiance. 

“Was it now? And just what did Lavinia want?” He narrowed his eyes, his smile widened a fraction. 

“I think I can divine what she wanted.” You mumble the words under your breath, picking at your nails and he clears his throat, a gentle warning. “Apologies Dominus, I said, I think I can divine what she wanted. I do not think she took your refusal with good grace. She brought you a gift, in hopes to sway you if I had to hazard a guess.”

“Well, seems she would like me to reconsider.” He crossed his arms, watching your face and it’s hard to keep it free of emotion. “Bring me her gift, I would like to see it.” He gestured to the door with a playful smile and although your belly twisted at the thought of her working her charms on him from afar, you knew in your heart of hearts he simply liked to frustrate you.

The temptation to smash the bottle into pieces was almost too big to ignore. The thought of him being displeased however kept your grip on it tight, kept you obedient as you did everything he’d asked of you. With his hands cleansed, with his food served, you put the bottle onto his desk. 

“So this is what she offers.” He took the bottle in his hand, turning it over with more interest than you would have liked. He opened it, and put it under his nose. You watched him, fighting tooth and nail to keep your expression neutral. He only smiled the harder, reveling in your poorly disguised discomfort. 

“It smells like good wine, but fortified with something.” He poured some into a goblet, swirling it with growing interest. 

“Shall I leave you to enjoy your meal, Dominus?” You kept your head held high, reminding yourself that he had refused her after all, and a cup of wine wasn’t going to change anything. 

“No. I would have you here.” He smiled, bringing the cup to his mouth and draining it in a few gulps. 

It was almost instant, the change in him. 

“Dominus?” You approached him, heart sinking at the way his eyes momentarily lost focus, at the way his face went slack, all of him utterly empty for a moment. A wild fear gripped your heart, surely she wouldn’t poison him? “Dominus? Dominus!” You almost scream, pushing between him and the desk to pull his face up. 

“Hmmm?” For a moment he couldn’t focus, and it looked as though he might faint into a feverish sleep but then his eyes found yours and he smiled, truly smiled. 

“Dominus—“ he moved cat-quick, pulling you into his embrace roughly. 

“Gods above, why do you smell so good?” He pressed his nose to your chest, pulling in greedy sniffs of you while his hands slipped under your tunic. 

“Dominus, are you well? What is happening?” You tried to get him to look at you, but his eyes were focused on his hands, on pulling at the seams of your tunic. You can’t help but let out a little scream when he rips it open. 

“I am going to die if you don’t sit on my cock this instant, Girl, I need it, I need to feel you, I need to take you—fill you with my seed.” He moans out the words, more desperate than you’ve ever seen him and for a moment you give in, his face tilted up to beckon your mouth to his.

There is a strange taste in his mouth, something honeyed and full of an almost seductive smoke. 

You pull away despite his iron grip on your waist.

“Dominus, Dominus wait—” You try to look into his eyes again but it’s like he’s not there. Something in you awakens, and you do something you’ve never even considered, you do something that could cost you your life. You strike him clean across the face. 

The crack of it is loud enough, and hard enough to stop him cold. 

“Dominus—I beg your forgiveness but I need you to listen to my words—I think Lavinia has slipped you some sort of love potion, some magic to seduce you—“ your hands shake as you speak to him, praying to all the Gods that you aren’t punished for trying to help him. 

“Girl…” he speaks slowly, his face splotchy and red and an ache builds in your throat, fear threatening you with tears. “Girl, I think you may be right.” He trembles slightly, his skin warm where you still touch him. You can see the effort on his face to keep himself under control, to keep his wits about him as the potion works through his body.

He stands, swaying slightly and takes the bottle to the door while you watch, clutching at your ripped tunic. He hands it to one of his guards and instructs him to dispose of it, to not let anyone have any of it because it is corrupted.

“Shall I get you something else?”

“I need your body, Girl.” He holds onto the wall for a moment to steady himself, his eyes cast downwards. “I need to bury myself inside you, I am sick with it, I feel as though if I don’t I will surely die.” His eyes are red when they find yours and there is a fire there you have only ever seen after a battle. 

“If you do not desire this, then leave and lock yourself in your chambers. I will make do with my fist.” He takes a steadying breath, waiting with an almost divine patience despite his state.

The anger you feel for Lavinia knows no bounds, that she would resort to something like this to force him to give her his body makes your blood boil. The way in which he devours you however, that makes your cunt clench and drip for him.

“I am yours, Dominus.” You let the tunic fall and beckon to him with open arms. You see his prowess in the moment it takes him to cross the room and all but dig his fingers into you. His mouth is insistent, his hands are rough at your waist and on your breasts, his passion is hard as steel at your hip where it digs into your skin, all of his sharp desire, his sharp edges scraping at your softness with an inhuman strength. 

“I am in pain Girl, every fucking inch of me aches—“ his words are a painful moan as he all but tears at his layers. You help as best you can and once he is bare you gasp. His cock is so red, his balls look so swollen, you think he really might burst if he does not find his release. 

There is no time for gentle touch. 

You turn and bend over his desk uncaring of his papers falling to the floor and present your backside to him. It’s with trembling hands that he slots his cock at your entrance. He enters you with one brutal shove of his hips and moans like you’ve never heard him moan before. Despite your own arousal, you wince.

“Forgive me Girl, I cannot be gentle-“ He does not ease you into it, it is a rough pushing and pulling of himself into your sex and he is too thick, too deep, you feel him in your lungs, in your throat. 

“I do not wish to hurt you, but you feel so fucking good, so tight, so wet I cannot stop myself.” His words help, his true nature helps. You focus on the feel of him, on the reassuring grip of his big hands on your hips, on the noises he makes as his groin hits the plump of your ass with every sharp thrust.

Your cunt leaks around him, coating him, raising the volume on the sounds of your coupling and before long he’s pulled you up, his chin resting over your shoulder while one hand holds onto your breast tight enough to almost hurt. 

“Here it comes—“ he barely gives a warning before he groans long and loud, filling your poor little cunt with his gift. He presses his forehead to the back of your neck, taking greedy pulls of air into his lungs while he keeps himself buried deep. 

You catch your breath for a moment before he pulls out and turns you to face him. His eyes are shut tight, and then he looks down. His cock has not softened, it looks just as angry, just as hard as it did before, his balls still heavy and full of seed. 

“I fear I may be like this for a while, the pain returns even as I stand here.” 

You sit him in his chair and climb onto him, sheathing him inside you once more but this time, with his mess and your arousal easing his passage, and you setting the pace things are better. 

“I will take care of you Dominus, let me take the pain away.” You wrap your arms around him and slip your tongue into his mouth with a deep kiss, relishing the noise he feeds directly into your lungs. His arms are a cage around your ribs, tight enough to make you fight for every breath but it matters not. He feels so good like this, so deep and with every roll of your hips his noises become more frantic, more imploring.

He comes again almost without warning as you keep your rhythm, wincing when he tightens his grip a little more but still, he does not soften. 

He lets out a whine, a pathetic, gorgeous thing when you keep rolling your hips, clenching around him in search of your own climax.

“Please Girl, please please, I beg of you, milk my cock, I need to spill inside you again, over and over, please—“ his voice is not his own, it’s some needy, powerless creature under your spell and you want nothing more than to oblige him. You speed up despite the sweat shining on your shin, despite the ache in your body and again he spills, crying out like a teenage boy touching a woman for the first time.

“Again Dominus?” You’re tired, but it feels so good, and the desperate, slack jawed expression makes you ache for your own climax.

“Yes Girl, Gods yes- again—“ he helps you move, your sweat slicked flesh spilling between his fingers, his lap is a mess of his own seed and your arousal, you cannot stop now. He takes your nipple into his mouth just as his thumb slips into the mess between your thighs and swirls it around your clit. 

Your own climax hits you like a slap across the face- all at once making you seize and he comes again at the feel of it, both of you suspended in exquisite agony.

You are truly sore now, every muscle aches, everything burns. 

“Dominus- I don’t think my body can handle more.” You brush back his hair, placing a small kiss where you slapped him.

“It is a little better now, come to my bed with me.”

Hours pass, and he still stands at attention but he relieves himself with his fist as you lay on his bed. He begs for your hand, and you oblige him. He begs to look at your cunt, and you show him, he begs to let him paint your breasts in his seed, and you position yourself for him, until he finally softens and rests.

You cleanse him, and yourself, and fall into his arms, asleep before you’re fully settled. 

He does not leave his chambers the next day, and orders you to take a full day of rest yourself. While grateful to sleep and give your tired body time to recover, part of you fears he might not want to see you, but then one of the older women brings a feast to your chambers at his instruction, good wine and more food than you could eat in a whole day and you know you are forgiven. 

You smile around your bites of food, content with your thoughts of what he might do in retaliation. 

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

All the Good Girls Go To Hell 22

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, obsession, power imbalance, injury, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You come home for the summer but your break is not as relaxing as you expect.

Character: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers

Note: Enjoy.

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The short distance to Bucky’s bedroom is made longer by his drunken state. He’s unsteady and so are you. You keep your arm around his back, terrified of him fall one way or the other. You manage to angle him through the door and barely get him to the bed before he tips. 

He lands face down and giggles into the blanket. You’ve never heard a noise like that from him. Naomi always says to sleep on your stomach when you’re drunk. 

You stare at him for a moment and he turns his face out, puffing out air around your name. You hover at the foot of the bed, uncertain. 

“Doll,” he reaches and arm out blindly. 

“Um, one second, I... I’m gonna grab a bucket in case your sick.” It’s really just an excuse to sort out your thoughts, if you can. 

You go into the bathroom and snatch up the little bin beside the sink. Your return to Bucky as he grumbles. You put the bucket beside the bed and touch his elbow. 

“Alright, if you feel sick, you can just use this.” You recall all the times Naomi was an utter mess. You’re embarrassed how many times you let her drag you into her chaos. 

“Dolllllll,” he drawls and latches onto your wrist before you can recoil. “Don’t leave me.” 

“It’s okay, just stay on your stomach.” You open and close your fingers as you strain against his grasp. Even half-out of his mind, he’s much stronger than you. “Bucky, please, you gotta sleep this off.” 

“Please,” he babbles. “I can’t be alone, doll.” 

“But...” you murmur and swing your arm with his. He won’t let you go. 

Your eyes find his blue ones. His cheeks are tinged red from the alcohol and his head wobbles as he fights himself. The scene plucks at your heart. Just the way Naomi did when she was like this. Maybe it’s a flaw in you but you can’t just leave him like this. If something were to happen... 

“Alright, okay, Bucky,” you pet the back of his hand, tracing the thick veins. “You gotta let go so I can turn off the light, alright?” You look down his body, his legs half-off the bed. “And you need to move up a bit.” 

He garbles and shakes his head. “You’re gonna leave me, just like her.” He sniffles. “I’m sorry, doll. I never... I never meant for it to be like this.” He groans and squeezes you tighter. “I tried to help her. I did. I shouldn’t have... shouldn’t have done it like that.” 

“Shhh, please,” you rub his knuckles. “You just need to let go. I promise, I’ll stay.” 

“Promise?” He croaks. 

“Yes.” You tap his hand. 

He heaves and shudders. He lets you go reluctantly and his arm drops onto the mattress. He groans and drags his hands across the bed and lifts himself, just enough to pull his head up to the pillows. The bed lurches as he falls flat again. 

Slowly you cross the room and stop by the door, fingers hovering before the light switch. 

“Don’t leave...” he moans. 

You promised. You shut off the light and come back to the bed. You’ve done this a dozen times with Naomi. He’ll fall asleep fast enough. 

You climb up and lay down behind him. You stretch out stiffly on your back and stare at the shadowy ceiling above. You’re anxiety keeps you on edge. It isn't right being in his room like this, or the same bed as him. You just want to go back to guest room and sleep. 

You feel him relax as the bed dips with the release of tension. He rolls clumsily and untangles his arm from under him. He reaches it across and hooks it around your middle. He pulls himself closer and buries his nose against your shoulder. You wince but don’t resist. 

“You’re so sweet to me,” he slurs. He sighs and sinks down, his arm heavy across you. “Night, doll.” 

“Night, Bucky. Sleep it off.” 

You put your hand on his as it curls around your side. He inhales deeply and lets it out. His next breath is a snort. His snores rumbles out from his chest against your shoulder. You close your eyes. You’re not going to sleep well, if at all, but he’ll feel worse than you in the morning. 

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Despite yourself, you doze off. You drift in an ebb and flow of exhaustion. At times, you can sense the room on the other side of your eyelids, overly aware of your body and the one beside you. Then all once, you’re swallowed up into the thick depths stirring with the dregs of your subconscious or plunged into endless black. 

You wake to a beam of sunlight between the curtains. Your back is tight as you remain flat. Bucky is curled up around you, his beard tickling your shoulder as he clings to your waist. His dark hair hangs over his face and tremors with his even breaths. He looks unusually small. 

You shift carefully, gauging his reaction as first you extend and arm, then wiggle free of his grasp. You gently ease his elbow down and sit up, shimmying to the edge as he burrows his face into the pillows. You stand and stare down at him. You need your glasses. 

You retrieve your glasses from the guest room then continue down to the kitchen. Your pour a tall glass of water and return to Bucky. You put it on the nightstand with a bottle of advil. You check the bucket. Nothing. 

You’re not sure how long he’ll be out. You grab your phone and bring it with you outside. You sit on the deck and tap ignore over all the angry messages. Naomi isn’t taking this well. What worries you more is that your mother hasn’t even tried to call or text. 

What are you going to do? You can’t stay here forever. It’s not fair to Bucky. He’s already been used. For all that he said, you’re not sure if you can believe him. Judging by last night, he’s not in the best place. 

You put your phone down and stare at the sky. You stay like that for a while. Your life is a mess. It won’t stay this way, it can’t. You have to go back to school soon. Your mom won’t ice you out forever. And eventually your dad will be back from his trip. 

The more you think about the cracks, the worse you feel. You don’t think you deserve this but maybe you do. You were coasting on a free ride for too long. Of course your mom would be frustrated. You should’ve got a job before you went off with Naomi. You’re not a kid anymore. 

Then everything with Steve. That hurts more. Your mom didn’t believe you but each day, you remember a little bit more. The wine, it had to be the wine. You know you didn’t dream it. 

The sliding door scrapes in the frame and you sit up. You hadn’t realised how far you’d hunched down. You turn as Bucky stumbles through. He only has a pair of sweats on as he braces his head and sips from the glass. 

“I thought you were gone,” he mutters as he crosses the deck. 

“No, just letting you sleep.” You turn back to look at the yard. 

He lowers himself to sit on the step next to you. He gulps and groans. He sets the glass aside and cradles his head. 

“I... I embarrassed myself, didn’t I?” He hides behind his hands, his dark hair tangled at the ends. 

“No. You just... had a rough night. We all have them.” 

He chuckles dryly and lifts his head, shying away from the sunlight as he shields himself with his hand. “You’re too nice. Too nice, doll.” He grumbles and combs his hair back, his fingers catching. “I was a mess. I’m so sorry. You shouldn’t have had to... well, I don’t know. Can’t really remember.” 

“You can’t?” You perk up. Are you relieved? Disappointed? 

“Nuh uh. Thank god you stopped me. I think I woulda finished the bottle.” He bends his arms over his knees and huffs. “You got me to bed. Thanks.” 

“It wasn’t that bad. You were... dizzy.” 

You roll one fingertip around another and peer across the grass. Last night replays in your head. You wish you could forget too. It would be easier for both of you. 

“I said something?” He wonders. 

You shrug. 

“Doll, you’re quiet. I can’t lie and say I’m not terrified right now. Did I... do something? Please tell me I didn’t.”  

You take a breath. You can’t do it anymore. You can’t leave things unsaid and undone. You can’t keep sweeping it all under the rug. With Naomi, you just let it all go. You ignored it but that’s how this all happened. You need to start being honest, with others as much as yourself. 

“Did you really mean it?” You ask. 

“Mean what?” His timbre crackles nervously. 

He’s watching you. You can’t bare to look at him. You reach to play with the arm of your glasses and fix them on your nose. 

“You said... that you think of me. All the time.” 

His silence is like an anvil falling from the sky. The echo of its impact nearly bowls you over. He clears his throat. 

“I said all that?” He whispers. 

“Not too much. I thought you were upset about Naomi but you said... you told me I broke your heart. How can that be?” You give a dry smile. 

He drops his head again and his shoulders slump. “Fuck.” 

“It’s okay. I can forget it--” 

“No, but I can’t. Not now that I know.” He sighs and sits up. He grips his knees. “I can’t forget because it’s the truth. I know it’s complicated and I know you’ll hate me for it, just like her. Doll, I’m--” he winces as you look at him. His face pales and his lips slacken. He looks as if he’s been struck. “Doll, I’m a fool. I’m head over heels for ya and just you looking at me makes me want to melt into a puddle.” 

You blink. You could handle the drunken confession. People do stupid things when they’re drunk and they say more. 

“And you’re looking at me all scared and it’s like a knife in my chest.” He cringes and shakes his head. “Look, I don’t wanna fuck this up too. I’ll... I’ll get you somewhere away from me. I’ll do what I shoulda done before. I won’t be selfish, not with you.” 

“What are you saying?” You sniff. 

“Doll, I love you but if you stay here, I won’t be able to hold back. So it’s best that you get away from me. I’ll take care of ya. Pay for everything but it’s taking everything in me right now not to wrap you up and never let go.” He grips his head and whimpers. “I’m fucked up. I know it.” 

Your chest is at battle. It’s heavy but hollow. Your head is spinning and your fingertips singe as if you’ve touched a hot stove. No one’s ever said anything like that to you. It’s the sort of thing you dreamed of as a doe-headed teenager and the same thing you resigned to fantasy when none of the boys in college even looked your way. 

Well, he’s the only one who wants you. The only one who cares enough to set his own needs aside. Your own parents can’t be bothered to do the same. You’re just an afterthought to everyone. Except for him. 

You push yourself up and plod down the steps. You pace around the cements tiles etched with leafy designed. You circle around and around. 

“Doll...” Bucky’s tone is broken. 

You stop and look at him. You’re confused and scared. You don’t know what else to do but you can’t handle being cast out again. First your mom, then dad, then Naomi. One more and you might just believe every single doubt. 

“I want to stay. Can I?” You ask. 

He flinches. His brows draw together and his lip twitch. He reels dizzily and his lashes flutter. 

“Stay?” 

“Yeah, I... I don’t wanna be alone.” 

He nods and runs his fingers along his thick beard. “Me either, doll, but... you heard me, didn’t you? You understand what I told ya?” 

You purse your lips and take a shaky step towards him. Then another. And another. He tilts his head to look up at you as you stop right in front of him. You reach to put your hands on his shoulders and you lean over him. 

“You said you love me.” You eke out. 

“I do, but you...” 

“I can. I can try. I... I never tried.” You squeeze him.  

His eyes blaze up at you, gleaming with hope. “I can be patient, doll. We’ll try together.” 

“Sure,” you gulp. 

“Please, doll, please, can I kiss you?” He begs. 

Your cheeks pinch and your lashes flicker. You wet your lips and dip your chin down, “okay.” 

His hands fall onto your hips and crawl up your back. As you bend over him, your glasses slip and you cry out as they slide down your nose and hit his face. You pull back and swipe them away. 

“Sorry!” You squeak. 

“Nah, doll,” he laughs and keeps hold of you, “I don’t mind.” 

You clutch your glasses tight and lean your fist on his shoulder. He brings you back to him and presses his lips against yours. You inhale sharply as his warmth seeps into you. He purrs and wraps his arms around you. He pulls you off your feet and into his lap. You wiggle and part to gasp. 

“Sorry, doll. Can’t help myself.” He grins up at you. You’ve never been looked at like that. It feels nice, right? 

[mooonpiess]

Proposal - Erasermic

Shouta comes home from patrol and has a peaceful night with his boyfriend, when he randomly gets the urge to ask a life changing question.

1018 words

(likes and reblogs r so appreciated! i post to ao3 first if you wanna check that out! feel free to drop requests! they help a lot!)

Hizashi looked up from his phone as he heard keys in the door. He smiled brightly as Shouta trudged into the room, “Hey,”

“Hi,” Shouta responded, slipping out of his shoes. He wiggled his capture scarf over his head, resting it by his shoes.

“Don’t leave that there,” Hizashi reminded, glancing back down to his phone, “How was it?”

“Fine,” Shouta stretched, popping his back. He sighed and moved to sit next to Hizashi on their sofa. Hizashi turned his head towards his boyfriend again, leaning in to peck his lips.

“I'm glad you're home safe,” Hizashi said this every time Shouta came home. He wasn't complaining though. He would never admit it (so he says) but it’s incredibly endearing.

And like always, he responds with a, “Me too,” He leaned tiredly into Hizashi’s side glancing at his phone, “Script?”

“Mmhm. I know if I don't get it done tonight, it’ll never get done,” Hizashi chuckled and wrapped his free arm around Shouta. He typed a few more words before groaning, “I just am stumped. I swear I don’t know what to add anymore,”

Shouta hummed, closing his eyes, “It’ll come to you. I know it will,”

“You smell,” Hizashi said, his tone teasing, “Want to go wash up so we can relax?”

Shouta rolled his eyes and stood up again, “Be right back,” Shouta trudged to the bathroom and took a brisk shower. He enjoyed the nearly boiling water rolling down his back and aching muscles. He let his hair run under the water as well, finger combing through his hair, untangling the small knots that littered through his hair.

Shouta stepped out of the shower with a soft sigh, feeling less tense already. He dressed quickly, eager to go back out to Hizashi, getting in much needed quality time.

This was the first time in a month that their schedules aligned perfectly. They both had the entire weekend to themselves and they planned on using that to their advantage.

Shouta plopped back on the couch and Hizashi smiled at him, “Can I brush your hair?”

“I knew you’d ask that,” Shouta said and shifted so he sat on the ground in between Hizashi’s legs. He handed Hizashi his brush.

Hizashi brushed his hair nearly every time Shouta washed it. He said he found it relaxing, though, when Shouta tries to return the favor Hizashi declines. He claims that Shouta’s brushing throws off his 12 step hair routine.

Hizashi always took his time with Shouta’s hair, knowing how much his boyfriend liked it.

He brushed his fingers through his still wet hair, following it with the brush. When Shouta’s hair was wet his small waves and curls stood out more, especially after running the brush through and watching the hair stretch and then bounce back to its regular length.

“I love you,” Hizashi said halfway through his hair.

Shouta hummed, clearly he was on the verge of falling asleep, “I know,”

Hizashi continued to brush his hair with just the sound of the tv going, humming to himself softly. Shouta started to shift so Hizashi removed his hands, “Need to get up?”

“Yeah,” Shouta stood, “I’ll be right back,”

Hizashi nodded and watched as he disappeared in the hall. He continued to hum to himself, halfway paying attention to the new movie that started. His eyes flicked to Shouta who walked back into the room. He smiled again.

Shouta returned the smile, though significantly smaller. He walked in front of Hizashi and slowly got down on one knee. He held a small box out in front of him saying a simple, “Marry me,”

Hizashi’s eyes widened. He looked at Shouta’s face, flabbergasted, “What?”

Shouta’s cheeks darkened and he looked away from Hizashi, clearly embarrassed, “Do you want to marry me?”

Hizashi let out a laugh. He was in his ragged pajamas and so was Shouta. He had takeout on the coffee table and they were in their tiny apartment’s living room. As absurd as it sounds he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Yeah,” He laughed harder, “Of course I will, baby,” He situated himself on the floor next to Shouta and cupped his cheeks. He pulled him in for a kiss.

Shouta let out a sigh of relief. He smiled into the kiss, pulling Hizashi even closer.

“I thought you didn’t want to get married,” Hizashi said once they pulled away, “I hope you don’t feel pressured because of me. I would be happy staying boyfriends,”

Shouta removed Hizashi’s hand from his cheek and the ring from the box. He slipped the silver band onto Hizashi’s left ring finger and brought his hand up to his lips to kiss, “Well… at first I didn’t think marriage was important to prove our love. But we’ve been together for so long now and I’m older… it's just… I don’t hate it anymore. I want our routine to continue everyday, I want to call you my husband. I want to grow more with you, Hizashi,”

Hizashi’s smile dropped slightly and he pulled Shouta in again, “Don’t make me cry,”

“I love you, and I know I don’t say it enough, but I do. And forbid anything happens to us… but I don’t want to die without you knowing that,” Shouta continued, holding Hizashi close, not wanting him to see his face, “You’re the best thing that’s happened to me Hizashi. I love you and I want to be your husband,”

Hizashi was silent for a moment, just holding Shouta close. He squeezed him before pulling away slightly, “I love you too Shouta. Now I know what to add to my script,”

“Hm?”

“That I’m an engaged man! Everyone’s gonna be sick of me because on Monday, all Im going to talk about is my darling fiance,”

Shouta let a laugh tumble out at Hizashi’s excitement.

Hizashi stood up, bringing Shouta with him, “Come on,” He smiled and started pulling him to the bedroom.

“Huh?” Shouta followed, questioning Hizashi’s moves.

“We have to celebrate somehow, fiance,” Hizashi laughed, “And we have the whole weekend too,”

(they got down and dirty)

[milessluvr]

— YOU’RE HURT.

— summary , Gwen crush got hurt badly while fixing her up her crush beauty attracts gwen even more.

— note , requested! I’m not sure if you wanted headcanons or a lil story so I kinda did both really short hope you enjoy!

— warnings, wlw fem reader wit she her pronouns angst—fluff had a lil help on this

Gwen sat there looking at y/n her beauty in her eyes, fists clenched at her sides. “I just wanna keep you safe. I can’t lose you like I lost Peter..”

Gwen is scared she’ll lose you she lost Peter , miles , her dad your her only hope she wants to stay with you She doesn’t even know if she’s being selfish.

y/n signs in stress wrapping Gwen’s wounds with bandages “I know..” y/n said

“Is it wrong for me to be a hero, though? Maybe it is, but I can’t give this up just to make you happy. This is who I am, this is how I contribute towards a world in need. Please, y/n, understand that I’m doing this for the good of others.” Gwen looks over at y/n unmoving form, taking in a deep breath as tears stream down her face. “I don’t want to lose you, but… I don’t know what else I can do.”

Y/n laid down with Gwen saying “I understand gwen I just I don’t wanna lose you either! I can protect myself I also wanna protect you.”

Gwen wraps her arms around Y/n neck, pulling her in close as she rests her head against y/n’s shoulder. “Please don’t be scared, I’ll always, always come back to you. I can’t promise I won’t get hurt—hell, I can’t promise that I won’t be a pain in the ass when I do come back. But as long as I have breath left in my body, you’ll always be my number one.”

Y/n didn’t respond she only kept wrapping the bandages around Gwen’s bloody wound thinking the words that Gwen said.

“Y/n…?” Gwen wipes away the remnants of her tears, peering up at y/n. “Say something please.. What will it take for us to talk things out?”

Gwen sighs, shifting so now they’re both laying down she wraps her arm around y/n waist. “Thank you,” she whispers to her. “My heart have been all over the place tonight, and the thought of losing you it’s scary.”

“You’re welcome Gwen just please I can’t and I won’t lose you I love you too much.” Y/n said losing her grip.

“I love you more.” Gwen turns at last to face y/n moving her arm from y/n waist to her neck as she brings her girlfriend into a tight hug. “We’ll get through this, you and me. And I’ll always, always make sure to come back home to you.”

“Safely? Or injured like right now?” Y/n joked Gwen played along.

“As safely as I can get,” Gwen responds with a smile. “Look at me, all banged up yet I came back to you in one piece.” She kisses y/n nose, pressing her forehead against y/n’s “I wouldn’t make a promise I couldn’t keep.”

“You better.”

Aftermath

y/n nd’ Gwen got together their in a very healthy relationship y/n is also helping miles nd others stop the spot.

@buzzinn July 2023 please don’t copy or steal

likes nd reblogs r appreciated thank u!

[tvgerl]

I have a request if you still take requestssss

So dad! Jake sully x neteyam best friend!fem!reader he met when they moved from the forest, but his dad never liked reader, reader finishing teaching jakes kids, and seeing jake in a place where no one passes, and they have like angry sex?

Fluff(reader being with tuk,kiri, loak and neteyam teaching them)to angst (while with jake because he was insulting reader)to smut with jake.

Warnings (if you want them) cursing, slut shaming, reader crying, reader trying to hit jake for insulting them, and the rest im leaving them up to you author !

(no cheating, neytiri died,sorry yall

dilf!jake x fem!metkayina (loved it, thanks f the req<333)

WARNINGS: the ones in the request!!

NOTES: reqs open! like n reblog r appreciated

It has been a few months since the Sully’s arrived to Metkayina clan, and you started to teach them how you live, also, you became Neteyam’s best friend, all the Omaticaya kids love you, but his father… he doesn’t, he hates you, Tuktirey said it’s because you remind him to his wife, Neytiri, who died fighting against Sky People.

It was a normal evening, you were teaching the Sully’s how to talk underwater, they’ve been struggling with the sign languaje since the first day they arrived “It’s so hard y/n, I give up” Neteyam says “Neteyam you must be patient, look at me, I even have a Tulkun brother, who is the best bro now, huh?” “Lo’ak, shut up, you aren’t special” Kiri lecture him, he rolled his eyes “Yaay! I’m doing good right y/n?” Tuk asked.

“Of course you’re doing good Tuk, not only good, excellent” You said “It’s enough for today, go home and rest” They agreed with you and went to their house, and you went to yours, but you met Jake in the middle of the road, he looked furious, it seemed like if he was going to kill you.

“I see you, Jake” You tried to be the most pacific you can be “Why are you learning my kids that languaje, they aren’t Metkayina, they are Omaticaya, u know what, I never liked you, you pretend to be the best na’vi in the word and you are not, I don’t want you near my kids again” You instantly started crying and tried to hit jake, but he grabbed your arm and stopped the blow

"Do you really think you can hit me? I am Toruk Makto, you should fear me” His eyes changed, he looked at you with desire, “I’ll give you a lesson, take off your clothes” He wants you, you reminded him to his wife and it was something he couldn’t take off his mind, he tried so hard to hate you, but he couldn’t, so do you, he was just ‘Teyams father’ but you had been having some kind of attraction to him, so you’re not missing the opportunity.

You take your loincloth off “You didn’t doubt a sec, what a needy you are, not good for my kids, but good f’me” He put his fingers in your mouth and then go to your crotch and started to stimulate you, you gasp “I need you to be silent kitten, nobody can catch us” that was the last thing you needed to go feral, you taked his loincloth off and started to touch his intimacy, he growled and then take your neck with his hand “I never told you to do that, don’t desobey me” he took the hand of your clit and started to touch your tits, and by the same time, he was biting your neck “now everyone would know it, u mine, opne y’legs for me kitten”

You didn’t want to obey him, so you take his masculinity again and started to massage it and slowly go with your mouth to him, licking and kissing all of his parts, “i told you not to desobey me, but now, you are going to suck it deeper” He took your hair and pushed you more close to him, pushing you inside and outside, “Enough, now open your legs, I have something f’you” You lose the battle and opened your legs to him, the pleasure of feeling him going inside you was insane, he started faster and let you touch yourself, you moaned so loud that he had to cover your mouth with his hand “What part of ‘no one can catch us’ you didn’t understand? kitten your giving me a headache, if it weren't for you looking so cute looking like the needy you are, I would have humiliated you by now”

“Jake, I’m— comi-ng again” He already made you came once, the overstimulation between he touching you and introducing him on you plus you touching yourself, was the most exciting combo you’ve ever experienced “Hold on a little, let’s come togheter” He went even faster, you never thought he could do it, but you couldn’t controle yourself and came, so did he “Don’t get close to my kids again, this is gonna be your punishment”

Oh god, for sure your going even closer to them.

- The end

[willwooddaily]

hi welcome to my new blog

this is a side blog of @fae-tier-shit

I’m gonna try to post Will wood content every day, hopefully I have enough Will wood in my head for this nonsense.

there will (hopefully) be a menagerie of content, ranging from my art, to reblogs, to random ramblings, however it’ll be mostly lyrics. I plan on writing an essay about will wood so I might also post snippets of that, and the whole thing when it’s complete

please be patient with me, if I miss a day im sorry.

I’ve noticed that I tend to be a bit sassier on this blog, nothing I say is ever truly mean, it’s all /lh/silly, but lmk if I ever cross a line! :33

A few facts about me: my favorite album is the normal album marsha thankk you for the dialects but I need you to leave makes me cry my favorite song is probably either black box warrior or suburbia overture however that is subject to change. The first Will Wood song I ever listened to was I/Me/Myself which I found scrolling thru YouTube looking for new music. after finding that, a close friend got me super into the rest of his music I plan to write a story abt characters that r inspired by The Main Character. I also once wrote a parody of the main character but tbh it’s not that good sometimes I refer to Will Wood as “Bill Tree”

I’ll try to tags things based on what they are. Ex. #WW Art or #WW Lyrics, and for lyrics I’ll clarify the song and album too. all posts will be tagged with #daily dose of Will Wood. If im listening to a Will Wood song when writing a post/tags I’ll also put that in the tags.

For my DNI read the pinned post on my main blog, and PLEASE keep things will wood related. Idrc if ur reblogging a bunch and goofing off w a friend, as long as ur goofing off abt Will Wood

Feel free to send asks with requests/recommendations for a post :3

Yes I do keep editing this as I have more to say, this is my first side blog so I’m still figuring out what I want to do.

[ancient-heights-railway]

Rules and About:

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This universe has anthropomorphic animals or “furries” in this universe. If you’re not comfortable with that, then please just block and move on. Any hate will receive an automatic report and block. Please be kind to each other on this blog.

This universe will eventually be completely open but for now it is closed. Once it’s open, anyone will be able to make their own ocs and have fun, but for now, until I’m sure it’s where I want it to be, it will be closed.

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If you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to ask. I’ll keep anonymous asks open but I can easily turn it off if too many hate comments or negative anons come in.

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Please respect my boundaries, I’m not very comfortable with smut asks or anything illegal (ie: p*dophillia, r*pe, etc.).

If there is anything that makes you uncomfortable, please tell me and I will tag them accordingly. The following trigger tags so far are: Violence TW, Blood TW.

About:

This universe revolves around a world full of magic, magical beings, and of course, dragons. However, the dragons here are not quite one would expect. The locomotives themselves are dragons in disguise, or wyrms, I might as well say or call them. These particular dragons are known as rail wyrms. They are strange creatures, having evolved to disguise themselves as locomotives, only breaking their disguise when they see fit, or if threatened. I will make posts about the railwyrms themselves, explaining in them in depth as time goes on some keep a look out for the lore tag: lore: searching the archives

Characters:

These are the characters I have so far.

Lily: Lily is an anthropomorphic lioness that acts as the conductor for the Ancient Heights Railway. She works hard nonstop to make sure the trains arrive safely and on time. She double acts as a protector of both the passengers and the railwyrm itself, using her strength to keep dangers at bay.

Ferdinand: A railwyrm designed to look like a Big Boy. He’s a gentle giant and often acts as a tourist attraction to guests. He enjoys basking in the sun during his off time. Other times, he’s carrying passengers to and fro while acting as a guardian for the railway. He’s the leader of the railwyrm burrow at the railway, and has a strong bond with Lily.

Nicholas: I don’t own the Polar Express in any shape or form, this is just my own version of it. He is designed to look like a Pere Marquette. He is a rare railwyrm known as a Frost Railwym. He was born with a form of melanism. He was taken in and raised by Chris, the homeless man in the movie after Chris found him when Nicholas was young after the railwyrm was beaten and kicked out of the burrow in the Arctic. Chris took him and nursed him back to health. Once Nicholas was big enough, the idea for the Polar Express was born and he had been pulling passenger trains ever since. Nicholas is a gentle giant and is playful most times, acting like a giant puppy more than anything. Chris is his owner, which is the hobo in the movie. Tom is the name of the conductor. Smokey and Steamer are the same.

[dirtyvulture]

Anon request 1: im sure beefy!nat has a t shirt which says "I love tits//I love my girlfriends tits" gifted to her by r 🙈

Anon request 2: totally random thought but beefy!nat for suree hides all of r's bras so that she can just grope r's tits whenever she wants 🖐🍒

18+ only, read at your own risk

Got these 2 requests that were pretty similar so I just combined them into one headcanon.

For Nat’s birthday, you get her a shirt that says “I love my girlfriend’s tits.” Her face goes beet red when she sees it, and you swear it was only a joke because you know she would never actually wear it.

So, to say you’re surprised when you come out to the kitchen one day, where Natasha is eating breakfast with the other Avengers, wearing that shirt, would be an understatement. Natasha greets you with a grin as your eyes are glued to the shirt and she waves you over to sit on her lap while you steal the last bit of her breakfast.

Her co-workers are familiar with your relationship dynamic, and while not all of them are completely comfortable with it, no one says anything.

She’s patient enough to keep her arms around your waist only, but you know she would be groping you the second the two of you went back into private.

Later, you’re doing laundry and you can’t seem to find any of your bras. Even in the dresser drawer, Nat’s are all stacked neatly on her side but your side is just socks and panties. You’re pretty sure this is Natasha’s doing so you don’t think much of it and move along.

Sure enough, when Natasha comes back from work, she practically tackles you to the floor, one of her big, rough hands snaking under your shirt and closing around one of your breasts. You giggle and try to push her away, but you’re no match as she growls and brings you closer. 

“No bra today, honey?” she asks, kissing your neck. “Naughty girl. I’ll have to punish you for that.”

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[uselessmicrowave]

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Want an answer? Just ask, this is a judgment free zone. Don’t worry about if your question is stupid.

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Unless I know you personally, I will not be writing neutral readers anymore. Anonymously submitted requests will be male readers whether described as or not.

(The rule above is going to be enforced once I open and get new requests.)

Fandoms I write for -> Transformers (TFP, TFA, RB, RBA, RID15, G1, Cyberverse, MTMTE [Issues #1-#27], ROTB, War for Cybertron, ROTF, All AUs), Undertale (All AUs), BOTW/TOTK, Hasbin Hotel/Helluva Boss, Supernatural, The Dragon Prince, Breaking Bad, JJBA, Inside Job, Nimona, The Barbie Movie, Call of Duty

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[grxvitye]

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[ pairing/s ✩.° ] N.Romanoff x fem!reader

[ requested ✩.° ] no

[ words ✩.° ] 790

[ links ✩.° ] oneshots I headcanons and blurbs I navigation

[ summary ✩.° ] jealous r and getting fucked like a whore that's all

[ warning/s ✩.° ] strap-on sex, sub!r, dom!nat, nat's mean in here, degradation, mommy kink, edging, spanking

[ a/n ✩.° ] as usual enjoy my fic you whores, ily all<3. If you want to join my taglist, it's on my navigation!! | reminder that you do not have my permission to translate nor to repost my writing on any platform. comments, likes and reblogs are always very much appreciated<3

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Today was the event the avengers all had to prepare for, and obviously, your girlfriend Nat was early for it. She never liked being late, so you both arrived early along with Wanda.

When you arrived, you were surprised to see that the hall was already jam-packed, so you held Nat’s hands and gripped onto it, scared that you’d lose her in the sea of people you didn’t know.

She went with you to the bar section and let you sit down. “Babe, I’ve got to talk to an investor, wait for me and behave alright? I promise I'll be back in no time” she says as she kisses you on the lips. You groan at the thought of being alone again.

Your eyes trail her back as you see her approach an investor. However, you also saw a woman make her way towards her as well. Your eyes zeroed on the woman, as she began to touch Nat’s arms, you began to feel jealous and decided that tonight, fuck whoever she was talking to, you’re going to show that lady that she’s taken.

You get up from the bar and make your way to Maria, who had been chilling on the sofa after arriving early and entertaining guests to their seats. “Hey Maria, what are you up to?” you say while sitting dangerously close to her. “Nothing much y/n, how about you?” she asks while bringing the wine glass up to her lips.

“Oh well, I was just thinking if you could help me with something?” You grin, mischievous thoughts enveloping your mind. “With what can I help you then?” she smirked, your grin already telling you what she needs to know. “Think we can amp this act a little?” Maria smiles, hands trailing on your thigh. “Sure we can, do you even have to ask?” you say while returning the gesture. You talk for a while, laughing at all the random jokes maria sends your way while being incredibly touchy you’d deem unpleasant for Natasha. “I think we might have to cut ourselves short, the fun is ending, well for me it is because someone’s angry” she laughs, and you go along with it too. “What do you think you’re doing huh?” Nat fumes and grabs your hands abruptly, yanking you off of Maria’s grip. “Such a fucking slut, can’t behave especially when I ask you to?” she angrily murmurs while dragging you to your shared room.

~~

“Didn’t I tell you not to be a greedy whore? Hm?” Nat asked as she yanked your head up and down her strap, forcing tears to brim your eyes.

You tried to reply but your mouth was preoccupied at the moment. “All I asked was for you to behave like a good girl for an hour, and then you’d get your reward, but what did you do? You acted like a deprived slut and whored yourself out to anyone who would just look at you. “Can’t you behave yourself for mommy?” You moaned at the title and she smirked, grabbing you off of her strap. “Ass up face down you slut,” she says while you scramble to get to the position she asked you to be in. Once you got settled in, she thrust the whole strap in and you gasped at how full you felt. “S-so deep, fuck mommy!!” You babbled as she started moving roughly. She continued her thrusts but now slapping your ass as well.

“I’m gonna make this ass go as red as my hair, and you’re gonna take your punishment because I said so, now count, each time you mess up I’ll stop” your eyes widened with her sentiments and immediately started counting. “One mommy,” you cried as she landed a painful slap on your bum, “two mommy!” She continued delivering slaps to your ass, alternating between the two up until you were reduced into a crying, babbling mess.

“Mommy im-,” you say, your words coming out in small huffs. “Hm, you’re what baby? You're gonna come?” She asks. You frantically nodded your head, yes, not trusting your own voice to get your point across. “Well that’s too bad, mommy feels like you don’t deserve to cum because of that little stunt you did there” You cried out, deeply regretting what you did and for not being patient when she asked you to. “Please mommy, I have to cum, I want it so bad, please” you begged with the best of your efforts but not one of them made her give in.

“Well then I guess you have to learn how to be good when I tell you because I'm not letting you cum till I think you’ve had enough” she smirked as she pulled out and flipped you over, pressing featherlight kisses to your inner thighs, making you groan as your high was now too far from reach.

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Flustered | Wanda Maximoff x Romanoff!Reader

a/n: y’all have heard of having a crush on your best friend’s mum but what about having a crush on your mum’s best friend? wanda and vision are divorced in this bc i can’t deal w cheating 🤧

(feedback/positive comments are appreciated)

requested by anon: “soft mommy!wanda smut with her being your mothers (nats) best friend??? 👀”

warnings: alcohol. smut - mommy kink, strap-on, praise, fingering/oral (r receiving), light overstimulation, kinda dubcon bc wanda used her powers

word count: 3.5k

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You had always been flustered around Wanda.

She was stunningly beautiful and so ethereal that how could anyone not stare at her out of awe?

She’d even caught you lingering over her once or twice though she just simply smiled in response, believing that you’d been staring out of adoration or something along the like; whilst you were forced to tear your eyes away in mortification. Practically bolting out of the room you were both in lest she see your cheeks flushed with both arousal and embarrassment.

Besides, it was an unrequited crush. There wasn’t any way that she liked you like that nor would she assume that you liked her in that manner either.

After all, she was your mother’s best friend.

You were currently sat in your room reading a book, trying to distract yourself from the fact that your mother had invited Wanda over for dinner.

You could barely keep your emotions in check around the redhead; it was a wonder she hadn’t grown suspicious of your wariness to be around her.

You were disturbed by a faint knock at your door and with a soft ‘come in’, your Mum entered your room with a smile.

“Hey, honey. Dinner’s ready. Do you mind making some of your brownies later for dessert?”

“Sure thing, Mum. I’ll be right down.” You said, returning her smile.

“Thanks, sweetie.”

Natasha closed the door, once again, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

Okay, breathe. It’s fine. It’s just a small crush. You’ll get over it. Breathe.

You murmured to yourself as if saying the words aloud would make them a reality.

Clearing your throat, you left your bedroom and descended down the stairs to greet Wanda.

She looked up from the foot of the stairs and beamed at you, “Hi, honey. How are you?”

Even just the gentle tone of her voice and the endearment term had you feeling warm. Exchanging pleasantries as you walked, you then all sat down at the dinner table.

You barely spoke as you ate your meal, instead, you were daydreaming about the redhead sitting opposite you. It was risky, you knew. After all, she did have the ability to read minds but you seemed to forget about that as she fell into easy conversation with Natasha.

As you pushed your broccoli around your plate with your fork, you suddenly felt a jolt on your skin that made you drop the cutlery. The clattering of the metal against the plate breaking your Mum’s and Wanda’s current conversation about how Sam and Bucky were training with Steve’s old shield.

“Honey, are you alright?” Natasha looked over at you, concerned at the abrupt action.

“Yeah, um, sorry. It just slipped out my hand.” You said, lying easily through your teeth.

That seemed to be enough for your mother as she continued her previously interrupted conversation with Wanda.

You mentally shook your head, not wanting to embarrass yourself further and took a sip from your glass of water when you felt a warm tingle between your thighs.

Quickly swallowing the liquid in your mouth - to stop yourself from choking on it - you furrowed your brows at the feeling.

It was a familiar feeling but also kind of different. Often something that you felt when you were horny and playing with yourself. But you certainly weren’t doing that right now so what on Earth was going on with you?

The sensation travelled further up your thighs, directly between your legs where your growing sensitive nub was. You felt pressure being applied to your clit forcing you to fight back a moan from slipping past your lips.

You reached for your glass and took another swig of the drink in an attempt to maintain some sense of control and occupy your mind with something other than the sensation.

But when something, that could only be described as phantom-like, brushed up against your folds, teasing your entrance, you pushed your chair back and stood up abruptly.

“I’m gonna get started on the brownies.” You stated when Wanda and Natasha both looked at you with their brows raised.

“Okay, sweetie.” Your Mum replied as you gathered the plates and took them to the kitchen.

Placing them in the sink, you ran water over them as you watched the remnants wash away down the drain. Switching off the running tap, you then braced yourself on the countertop.

“What the fuck was that?” You whispered to yourself, steadying your breathing.

If only you had looked up to face Wanda. You would have seen her eyes grow a faint hue; small red tendrils swirling around her fingers.

Mixing the ingredients in the plastic bowl, you placed it on the table and dipped a spoon in the brownie mixture to taste it.

Licking your lips, you decided it needed some more sugar so you walked to the cupboard and reached up to grab the sweetener.

Your hand roamed aimlessly in the open door as you stood on your tiptoes to try to pick up the ingredient.

You stilled when you felt a pair of hands enclose on your hips.

“Here. Let me get that for you, honey.”

A shiver ran deliciously down your spine as the person behind you spoke. There was no need to turn around. You knew who the voice belonged to.

Wanda gently moved you but not before you grazed up against her and felt something hard against the small of your back.

Oh god, she was packing.

Your legs threatened to shake beneath you as you grabbed onto the marble island in an attempt to steady yourself.

Wanda turned around to face you, handing the sugar to you with a smile on her face, appearing to have been unaware of what you’d just realised.

“T-Thanks.” You took the sugar from her hand and generously measured it out before stirring it into your brownie mixture.

You were painfully aware that Wanda was still standing there, watching you as her lips tugged into a smirk.

Wanda walked up beside you, leaning against the counter before dipping two of her fingers into the mix.

Your mouth went dry as she placed them in her mouth and licked them clean. The action making you wet as you imagined her doing that under very different circumstances.

“Wanda, I’ve found the wine. You coming?”

Both of your heads turned to the door that led to the living room.

You were hot all over, a combination of arousal and embarrassment - feeling as though you’d been caught by your mother whilst doing something sinful when the act itself was not.

“Coming.” Wanda replied. She then glanced back over at you.

“I can’t wait to have a taste.” She said sultrily, licking her lips.

Your mouth fell open as you were unable to hide your shocked expression, “w-what?”

“Of the brownies, baby. Why? What did you think I meant?”

Wanda said sweetly, her brow raised in amusement and she continued to smirk at you, remaining unabashed at how flustered you were right now.

“Oh, I-um, I didn’t-”

You silently cursed yourself as you continued to fumble over your words, not able to form even one coherent sentence under her watchful gaze.

“I’m just pulling your leg, baby. I’m gonna go join your mother now.”

She finished on a cheery tone and when you saw her figure disappear from the door frame, you slumped against the kitchen drawers.

She’d called you ‘baby’ twice and yet, didn’t seem to realise how flushed the pet name made you.

Shaking your head, you willed yourself to get a grip on your feelings and to continue making the chocolate dessert.

Stop reading into things.

She doesn’t like you like that.

She’s just being kind.

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Over the next few weeks, you felt yourself slowly being driven insane with how much you were lusting after Wanda.

She seemed to be over at your house much more often than before and each time, she unwittingly left you aroused and flushed. Though she appeared to have no indication of the effect she had on you.

Well, that was until you’d turned up drunk at her house late one night.

You’d been out partying with some of your friends from university and when you realised you’d had too much to drink, you had decided to head to Wanda’s house - she only lived a 10 minute walk away from where the party took place - and crash there for the night.

You rapped your knuckles on the wooden frame and greeted Wanda with a bright beam, your words slightly slurring.

“Hey, Wanda. Mind if I stay here tonight? I don’t wanna drive and Mum’s outta town.”

“Sure thing.” Wanda hurried you inside as she returned your smile.

She led you into the kitchen where she began fixing you a plate of things to eat.

“It’s some leftovers from what I made the twins last night.”

“Oh god, are they here? I’m so sorry.” You said quickly, worrying that your loud demeanour would wake them up.

“No, no. Vision has them for the weekend. Come on, baby, you need to eat to soak up some of that alcohol.”

Wanda picked up some of the food with a fork she’d gotten from the drawer and gently held onto your chin until you opened it so she could put the food in.

Scraping your teeth against the metal to pull the food off, you closed your mouth and chewed.

“Good girl.” Wanda murmured softly, her hand that previously held your chin now dropping to rest comfortably on your arm as you continued to eat.

With your inhibitions lowered, you found it increasingly difficult to maintain a calm exterior around the redhead, and soon found yourself blushing at the praise.

Something that did not go unnoticed by Wanda.

When she was happy that you’d eaten enough, she took your hand and led you to one of her guest rooms.

Using her magic, she pulled some fresh linen from the closet and quickly worked to make up the bed. Then she left you alone for a few moments before coming back with a large t-shirt.

When she came back into the room, you’d just finished texting your mum to let her know that you were staying at Wanda’s and that you’d call her tomorrow.

“Here.”

Placing your phone on the table, you stood up from where you were sitting on the bed and walked up to Wanda.

“Thank you. You didn’t have to-”

“I wanted to.” Wanda interrupted, “What’s wrong, baby?”

She asked when you continued to stand there, clean clothes in your hand.

“Sorry, I’m still kinda tipsy. Do you mind helping me take this dress off? I-I can’t reach the zip.”

You turned around, your back facing the redhead, hoping to get her help.

You weren’t trying to be flirtatious or push any boundaries but you couldn’t help it. Your inebriated state had seemed to lower what little control you had left.

All that could be heard in the room was the faint unzipping of the metal down your outfit. But you could practically hear the pounding of your heart in your ears as they burned red at how intimate the two of you were getting without having actually done anything.

Slipping out of the dress, you whispered a soft “thank you,” and pulled the t-shirt over your head and down your waist.

You resisted the urge to tug the shirt to your nose as the smell of Wanda’s clothes threatened to overwhelm you.

You wearing her clothes made you all warm and fuzzy inside; as if she was claiming you, marking you with this one piece of clothing.

Finally, you turned back around to face Wanda who silently stood there, the bright moonlight shining through the window, lighting up part of her face, allowing you to see how her eyes were black with lust but speckled with a red glow.

You swallowed hardly, as if now aware of the fact that you had just brazenly bared your practically naked body to her.

“Thank you for the clothes, Wanda.” You murmured, after gathering enough courage to speak.

Though, whatever steadiness you had been able to muster in your voice was surely eradicated at Wanda’s next words.

“Thank you, Mommy.”

Wanda corrected you, her hand raising up to brush a strand of hair behind your ear.

Your mouth went dry as you simply nodded, “Thank you for the clothes, Mommy.”

The moment those words left your mouth, a growl rumbled from Wanda’s throat and that was the only warning you had before her lips were on yours.

The kiss was passionate but short-lived. She’d pulled away to guide you backwards, the back of your knees hitting the bed behind you. She carefully laid you down, the soft duvet enveloping you both the moment your bodies touched it.

Then Wanda began kissing you again, this time, longer than the kiss before. Her hands roamed your body before resting comfortably on your hips. Her grip was bruising but not painful. With her flush against you, you could feel her strap through the thin sweatpants she’d been wearing when you first arrived.

You started to moan at the feel of her against you as, with each kiss, you sobered up. Instead, drinking in all that was Wanda. When Wanda ripped her lips from yours with another growl, a whine slipped from your throat before you could stop it.

Wanda smiled, her green eyes hypnotising, “I’m gonna make you feel good, baby.”

Wanda planted kisses on your bare skin as she travelled down your body. Lifting her shirt that you were wearing, she softly kissed your stomach and your breasts before lightly nipping at your skin. You winced when she tugged on your nipples, the pain quickly melting into pleasure.

Your hands flew up to tangle in her hair as you lifted your hips up to try to gain some relief from the burning arousal between your thighs.

“Please.”

Wanda tsked at you but said nothing more as she went further down your body, reaching your thighs. With a breath caught in your throat, you slowly opened your legs to accommodate for the redhead.

Wanda placed gentle kisses on the inside of your thighs, the feeling only serving to increase your arousal. Wanda then tugged your panties off down your thighs before throwing them out onto the floor. You were surely dripping now.

Your hips had a mind of their own as they started to lift slowly, trying to get some form of relief, hoping Wanda would brush her lips further up to where you needed it most.

“Shh, detka.” Wanda soothed, resting one of her hands on your stomach, pushing it back down on the duvet.

You groaned as she slipped into her Sokovian dialect; her warm breath against your soft skin.

You whined, your hips unable to move as they were still under Wanda’s hold, “Mommy, please.”

You let out a sigh when Wanda finally latched her lips onto your pussy. She licked and sucked as you twisted beneath her, moaning at the pleasure that travelled through your body.

Your hands went back to Wanda’s hair, pulling at the strands when she gently grazed her teeth against your clit before attaching her lips to it to soothe the pleasurable pain.

A string of curses fell from your lips as you begged her not to stop, your high within sight. You started to rut your hips against her face, riding her lips as she kitten licked your folds.

“You taste so good, baby.” She hummed. The vibration of her words coupled with her eating you out allowed you to reach your peak.

“Fuck, right there. Right there.” You groaned, arching off the bed and further into her mouth.

“Come for Mommy.” Wanda ordered.

Your climax washed over you like a warm ocean wave; the tingling spreading all through your body. Gasping, your body fell back to the bed. A light sheen of sweat lining your face.

“Good girl.” Wanda praised, kissing your clit one final time before moving upwards back to your face.

Wanda brought your lips in for a kiss and you revelled in your taste on her mouth. As her lips continued to move against yours, you jolted when you felt her fingers slide through your folds.

“Shhh, baby. I just need to get you ready for my strap.” Wanda murmured, kissing your neck.

Her fingers teased your entrance. Her fingertips pushing in just slightly before she pulled them back out again.

Your legs started to close, your first orgasm leaving you sensitive. But they were suddenly spread apart again. Looking up at Wanda, you saw her green eyes now sparkled red as she used her powers to keep them open for her.

“Don’t you want to be a good girl for Mommy?”

You nodded frantically, catching your lip between your teeth.

Wanda didn’t reply and instead, thrust two fingers into you. She captured your lips in another kiss, swallowing the groan that would have fell from your mouth.

She continued moving her fingers in you before adding another. With her other hand, she gripped your chin forcing you to gaze directly into her eyes.

She placed another kiss on you and then leaned down to whisper in your ear, “Good girl.”

Your legs starting to shake as her fingers, that were still inside you, made a beckoning gesture, pressing against the most sensitive part in you. With another few thrusts and brushes against that sweet spot inside you, you clenched around her fingers as you came; your arousal drenching her fingers.

You shivered when Wanda dipped her fingers between your folds to gather your wetness and rub them over her now exposed strap. She must have somehow used her powers to remove her sweatpants without you realising.

In a swift motion, you found yourself hovering above Wanda’s hips, her red strap beneath you, ready to drive itself into you.

“I’ve heard all your dirty thoughts, baby. It’s pained me to refrain from doing anything about it. But now we can. So go ahead, babygirl, ride me. Just like you’ve always wanted.”

You were too far gone to even think about the fact that Wanda had heard about your every thought. So, instead, you reached between the both of you and lined her strap with your entrance. Then with a moan, you enveloped her in your pussy until she’d bottomed out. The both of you groaned at the feeling.

You gave yourself a few moments to adjust to the feeling of your walls being stretched before you began riding her. Wanda’s hands rested on your hips, helping you as you bounced on her cock.

One of her hands balled up the t-shirt you were still wearing; the material creasing in her fist.

“As much as I wanted you naked, you look so pretty in my t-shirt, detka. You’re mine. Do you understand that? You belong to me.”

“I’m yours, Mommy.” You muttered as your thrusts started to become more frantic as your neediness grew.

Wanda looked up at you when you whined and saw your half-lidden eyes, black with lust. Grabbing at your hips, she flipped you over so she was back on top of you.

She then started to fuck you hard, her thighs slapping against yours, the crude sound filling the walls. As she increased her pace, it was all you could do to wrap your legs around her waist to meet each thrust.

She whispered sweet nothings in your ear as she praised you when you continued to beg, “Mommy, faster. God, please. There. Right there.”

With each rough thrust, the leather of the harness the strap was attached to, rubbed against Wanda’s clit. She fucked you without cause, the both of you chasing your own highs.

“Come on, baby. Be a good girl and come for Mommy.”

Wanda pushed harder into you a few more times before you came around her strap, the orgasm almost painful as your back arched off the duvet. Wanda’s climax soon followed as she kissed you passionately, needing to feel your mouth on hers again.

When she slowed and finally pulled out, you winced at the emptiness. Wanda hummed to quieten you before pulling you into her arms as you both caught your breath.

When she felt your breathing steady against her chest, she lay you on your side and left to remove the strap and get you a glass of water.

You gulped the liquid down, relishing when the coolness soothed your throat; the sounds Wanda had pulled from you leaving it raw.

The two of you then lay in each other’s arms, a calm silence filling the air as you started to drift off.

A ping of a phone rang out disturbing you both. You reached over the nightstand to grab your phone; your heart racing when you saw the screen.

You looked over to Wanda who was laying beneath you, red hair streaked with orange tussled around her face accentuating her perfect jaw line.

Noticing you staring at her with wide eyes, she furrowed her brows. “What?”

Instead of answering, you muttered under your breath, “Shit.”

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[shotorozu]

hello !! I'd rlly like to request Monoma if that's alright! I've had a huge soft spot for him for a while now and I'd love to see more content of him ;v;

anyway! we all know that superiority complex of his is definitely hiding some insecurities, but I also feel like he'd be quite touchstarved too bc of his peers seldom physically interacting with him due to his quirk, yknow?

with that in mind, I'd love to see how he'd handle an s/o who has "physical touch" as their main love language. they can give verbal praise/comfort, but they always get so shy abt it that they prefer giving physical affection to show their love. and maybe combining that with "quality time" being their second love language, they love to just cuddle him or toy with his hands/hair during quiet moments uwu

if you wanna do multiple characters, I'd love to request Shinsou, Midoriya, and Amajiki (separately) for the same idea, but if you'd rather do this with just Monoma then I'm okay with that !! no worries if you don't wanna do all four ♡

thank you if you do this request, and make sure to take care of yourself !! ♡

physically affectionate s/o

character(s) : monoma neito, shinsou hitoshi, midoriya izuku (i cut out tamaki for this one, sorry :[ but i’ll do another part if anyone wants it)

legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns used, strong quirk but the details aren’t specific, reader is a part of 1-A

headcanon type : fluff (and if you squint, then crack)

note(s) : yes i do agree :,) monoma should be getting a little bit more content, and i’m sorry that this came out so late! i was multitasking with other requests (because i took a 2 day absence,,) but this doesn’t mean i don’t read people’s requests

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monoma neito

monoma 🤝 bakugou “the pros at sending mixed signals”

if there’s one thing he’s known for— then it’s for the persistent teasing, and his quite obnoxious attitude (especially at 1-A)

but he’s not a terrible person, he sure does have his reasons. and by now, people either choose to ignore him, or they simply knock the wind out of him

so, he was not prepared to encounter someone that was tolerant of him, AND also his type— like.. huh. that’s.. odd

and he was even more surprised when they accepted his wild love confession. there must be some catch to it, right?

so like i’ve said— monoma sends a lot of mixed signals. it’s either he’s complimenting your existence, or teasing you in various ways.

so— it’s just another normal day of monoma mouthing off to you, teasing you in a playful way, while you guys are hanging out this is way of making you remember him

but then, you just.. leaned forward and placed your hand on his head— not exchanging any words at all.

monoma’s first reaction is (・・?) because what?? someone is touching him right now.. wait.. someone is touching him!

honestly really shook, and at a lost for words— because everyone has refrained from coming into any physical contact with him? what a surprise! what even is this?

after said incident, you decide to speak “you had something in your hair.” and for once, monoma is the one that’s sitting in silence

“R-REALLY, Y/N? DID YOU REALLY THINK THAT WAS GOING TO W-WORK ON ME OR SOMETHING?” he questions in his usual mocking tone, but his cheeks are accompanied in a flushed red

he’d only experience field day when he realized that touch was basically your love language, with quality time in the second lead

so whenever you guys are spending time together, you’d,, actually go closer to him! this has never happened before, let him be

he doesn’t really like the idea of getting his hair touched, so you usually choose to fiddle with his hands— sometimes observing his details, and other times you’ll be comparing hand sizes

he’ll ridicule you for being so touchy— but he’ll ask if he’s “that irresistable?” while also moving you closer to him. he loves it a lot, okay?

don’t let class 1-b see this, he will flex on them because when he starts getting annoying again, they’ll use you as blackmail.

“monoma, i swear— if you do that, we’ll tell Y/N-”

“HAHA— ok, i’m sorry.”

shinsou hitoshi

he probably has the most chill reaction out of the bunch

again— another person that has been antagonized because of their quirk. he’s been perceived as villanious ever since his middle school days

kids have been told to keep their distance away from him at a young age so.. you’d bet that he’d be really touch starved

he never had any serious experiences with dating, and he never had any real friends— that weren’t cautious of his quirk

that was until he met you, which he just assumed you were another highkey stuck up person in the hero course

but, you were basically the opposite, and you were a real pleasure to have around. one thing lead to another, and now you guys are dating

he thought it was really cute whenever you got too shy to just sit in silence during dates, or to even give out words of affirmations

but hitoshi was surprised at first when he felt you pull yourself closer to him— resting your head on his shoulder. the concept of someone wanting to be in his presence is still sinking in for him

lucky for you! shinsou knows how to adapt to situations quickly, immediately slinging an arm around your shoulder, as he listens to you talk

he’ll be surprised when you start touching his hair, because golly!! are you guys close

but do it more pls, he loves it a lot— it sometimes makes him really drowsy.

if you play with his hands omg, his heart will do somersaults. he’s lucky that he’s able to keep himself composed.

loves watching you choosing to cuddle him, after briefly giving up on trying to form coherent words of affirmations.

it’s something he brings up quite often, but not in a teasing manner!

sometimes he’ll pat the free spot beside him, basically begging you to come closer to him.

eventually, denki notices on how touchy he’ll get whenever you’re around— but hitoshi will just shrug it off

“it’s always been that way.” he simply says, but he’ll turn around with this big ass grin on his face 💀

he’s whipped for your touch. so please, do it more

midoriya izuku

he’s also touchstarved. actually, all of them are really touchstarved, and for different reasons 💀

well.. it’s not like he had a choice from the getgo. he was born quirkless, and that lead to him becoming an outcase— and also the victim of bullying i wanna hug him

and being told constantly that he won’t ever be enough, or he won’t ever be a hero— it’s obvious that he doesn’t have any dating experience

but he didn’t think he’d be dating anytime soon— especially since he was ‘just’ pinning over you. he was convinced it was going nowhere

until you confessed. he’s surprised that he didn’t pass out

ever since you guys started dating, he noticed that you’ve been a little timid— not in the way that you feel awkward, more like,, you wanted to say something

or do something, because when you guys were studying together, you just suddenly sat closer to him— and started counting his freckles

he short circuited for a second.

he was reduced to a stuttering, and blushy mess— and you just laughed, telling him “you should continue what you’re doing!” as you ran your other hand across his shoulders

that night, he was wide awake in his bed— recalling your gentle and loving touch, running his hands along the parts of his hair, that you’ve touched

he loves quality time, because while he does like to ramble a lot— he does enjoy spending time with you in silence, but it’s the touches that makes him flustered

despite him being quite shy to initiate any sort of touch, you— on the other hand, were shy with saying praises. so you coped with physical touch, and quality time

man, izuku never gets used to it. no matter how much he tries to— he’s just.. needy, touchstarved.

he doesn’t realize how lost he looks when you’re sitting beside him, and not touching his hair or hands for once. please feel free to do so

oh, and since we’re on the topic of hands— he’ll tear up if you start playing/fiddling with his hands, and especially when you start tracing his scars. it makes him feel so warm.

okay but,, please give him a heads up if you’re going to act touchy in public. he’ll start stammering and blushing hard you might have to put him in rice or smth

the dekusquad talks about that quite a lot, especially when they accidentally witnessed it in the common room (for the first time)

in short— he adores it. sometimes he’ll initiate it, by asking you if you want to sit beside him, to play with his hair. he’s so inlove

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[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

YOU WILL BE BLOCKED SO YALL FUCKERS BETTER LEARN TO READ

warnings: none just fluffy

AN: so this came out of a convo with @ghostlypie and here we are. The reader is gonna be short for this. At least shorter than Norman. Also this is pre-Goblin.

ANN: Those few people who know who they r can ignore this (aka those who follow my header aka the 18+ notice). alright fuckheads. Y’all better learn to read. Either add the year u were born, age or dm me about ur age. Put it in your bio. Not ur username. Bio. Usernames mean shit. They can have any number it don’t mean that’s ur age or birth year. But the amount of people blatantly disregarding my header and still sending requests or reblogging my shit that I have to report is just getting on my nerves now. So learn to read fuckers. And follow directions. I’m done being nice and simply blocking u. If you don’t do this, I’m reporting u. So fuck off. ______________________________________________

The doorbell ringing finally dragged me off my couch. It was my day off and work had been hell. It was a well deserved day lounging around in pajamas and watching tv. Opening the door, I smiled up at my boyfriend.

”I have to get you a key.” I teased as he leaned down to kiss my cheek before entering the apartment. Smiling, Norman put the take out bag on the counter before taking off his coat and hanging it next to the door I had just closed.

“You keep saying that and then you complain about how small this place is to the point you convince yourself you are going to move out.” He leaned against the counter as he watched me separate the take out. “Thus negating getting me a key for here in the first place.” I scrunched up my face as I gently shoved his shoulder.

“Jerk.” I muttered. Norman laughed as he took his portion and went to sit on my couch. I bit my lip as I joined him. Every time he sat on my couch, I laughed at how small it really was. It was barely large enough for me to comfortably lay on or even sit but when Norman was on it I truly understood just how small it was. “Anyway thanks for bringing lunch over. You going to change after we eat?” Norman looked down at himself.

“I thought this was casual.” I laughed as Norman ran a hand over his jeans.

“Norman honey jeans are not comfortable for lounging around on things.” His face fell as he looked back at me. “Going out to dinner? Yes. Laying on my tiny couch with me? No.” I leaned over and kissed his cheek. “But I appreciate the attempt. I have some sweatpants that’ll fit you in my room. You can change into those.”

“How do you have sweatpants for me in your room?” I laughed as his eyebrow went up.

“I bought them last time I went shopping. I figured you should have some comfortable clothes here. For times like this.” He nodded. “I got your size from the sleep pants in your drawer back at yours.” He smiled fondly at me and pulled me close for a kiss.

“I’ll bring some pajamas and a few shirts over next time. I spend enough time over here to do it so might as well.” He whispered against my lips. I giggled as he kissed me again. “Besides you have clothes at my place. About time I do it too.”

“Yeah but I have a key to your place.” I laughed as I pulled away. Norman took the empty takeout containers and put them in my garbage in my kitchen. He kissed my head before disappearing into my room to change into the sweatpants. I queued up another episode of the show I was watching while I was waiting. A low chuckle came out of my room and I smiled. “You like them?” I called out.

“Darling you know exactly what to get me.” Norman laughed as he came back into the room. His hands were stuffed in the pockets, pulling the fabric away from his legs. I laughed along with him as he allowed the green fabric to lay back properly. Sitting back down next to me, he gently pulled me in for a kiss. “Thank you. So much.” I hummed as I chased him after the kiss.

“Anytime babe.” I huffed as he leaned back against the arm of the couch. “What the heck are you doing?” Norman smiled at me as he gently pushed at my thigh with his foot.

“I’m trying to get comfortable. So get up.” I shook my head but got up anyway.

“You could have put your feet in my lap you know.” I grumbled. Norman shook his head. He laid down on the too small couch, shifting so his feet dangled over the opposite arm.

“Now come here.” I smiled at him as I slid onto the couch and curled up against him.

“Better Norman?” He laughed before shaking his head. “Not really.” I rolled my eyes as I shifted so I was laying on top of him. “Let me buy you a new couch. A more comfortable one. For both of us.” He kissed the side of my head.

“I’ll think about it.” I laughed as we settled in for the best day off I’d had in a while.

[t0shii]

Hi😩 i see ur requests are open i was wondering if you could do a hurt/comfort with atsumu or bokuto with a female reader. she’s been feeling very insecure bc the character has been very focused on volleyball and hasn’t spent much time with them/and is always leaving early and coming home late. and eventually she breaks down in front of him? of course if you’re comfortable!

% when they neglect you for volleyball

.! timeskip! atsumu, bokuto (sep) x f!r

.! angst + fluff/ not proofread

.! hi ty for the request! hope you enjoy <3

atsumu

"please talk to me baby." atsumu pleads as you cry in front of him. "what do you want me to say? you've been neglecting me for volleyball, you come home late almost every night, this is the first real conversation we've had in a week, atsumu." his mouth hangs open, heart breaking at the realization that you're right. "oh baby, i'm so sorry. i never meant to-" i know you don't mean to, but that doesn't make it hurt any less, it makes me feel insecure." you interrupt, he nods his head, "i understand, princess, really i do. i'm so so sorry." he reaches for an embrace, sighing in relief when you accept it, "please let me make it up to you. i'll call in sick tomorrow for practice and we can spend the day just the two of us. i know it won't make up all the time i've been neglecting you but it'll be a start, right?"

bokuto

the first thing bokuto feels as he walks into the darkness of your shared bedroom is worry. usually, you wait for him to get home to sleep, "princess? you awake?" he whisper yells, closing the door behind him frowning when the only answer to his question is silence. he sulks silently while changing into comfortable clothes and carefully slips into bed with you, wrapping his arms around you gently and pressing a kiss to the back of your neck. it wasn't until you could no longer contain your silent cries and accidentally let out a whimper, he realizes you've been awake the whole time. "baby? what's wrong?" he props himself up with his elbow to look at you, "nothing bo, i just.... i've missed you. you've been so busy with work lately 'nd i feel like you've been ignoring me for volleyball." you confess, turning to look at you can basically see his heartbreak. "no" is all he says, eyebrows furrowed, "baby, no- i'm so sorry. i- i don't even know what to say, i'm so so sorry." he pulls you into a firm embrace, "what can i do to make it better? i'll take off for a few days hm? and we can do whatever you want, is that okay?"

< reblogs appreciated >

[ickymichi]

Hiiiiiii I’ve never put in a rq on tumblr before I’m usually a silent reader ahah so idk if I’m doing this right >.<

Butttt if ur taking rqs Rn I’m here to request a denji one shot, I have no proper ideas but some denji x reader very soft, fluffy and funny 🥺 maybe something like cuddling late at night and all that cute shit. Also if power makes an appearance her and reader have a very cute relationship and power actually doesn’t hate her ahaha.

Anyways u totally don’t have to do this!! I just love denji and am starving from the lack of denji content on tumblr hehe

SLUMBER PARTY!!

warnings: fluff!, cute denji as always :).

things to know: gn! reader, (if you’d like a fem reader lmk and i’ll change it!)

note: so so sorry this took so long lovey!! but it’s such a cute idea and i had such a good time writing for our boy :,) but i hope you enjoyed and sorry again it took so long! reblogs are greatly appreciated! <3

©hotboyissei 2021.

one thing that became a ‘tradition’ in yours’ and denji’s relationship was having a sleepover every weekend. even though he sees you at least three times a week, he’d tell you that he needed to at least spend a whole night with you or he wouldn’t be able to sleep soundly until it happened.

so now right on time just like every other saturday at 6:30pm you were stood infront the apartment door with your over night back and some snacks n’ drinks in hand. the door swung open violently, startling you a bit, but it didn’t last long when you seen the wide smile on denji’s face, showing his sharp teeth and the corner of his eyes crinkling. “(y/n)!! your here!!,” he lept forward and wrapped his arms around your middle, squeezing tightly. “hi denj’! of course i’m here, just like every saturday! should we go inside?” he nodded his head quickly and taking your arm to usher you inside.

“what’s in the bag, what’s in the bag?!” eyeing and grabbing at it is what he kept doing once you set it down in his room. “i’ll show you, i’ll show you. so first i brought alll of our favourite sweets n’ chocolate. and of course your favourite favourite drink,” watching his eyes light up as you listed off the different items you’d gotten for the night was one of the things you loved about staying over.

“hey! why’re you so loud denj- (y/n)! i didn’t know you’re here!” somehow, power was quite fond of you and quickly the two of you grew close through denji. something that shocked him and Aki. “silly, i always come over on a saturday,” “yeah stupid!” denji had butted in and pulled his eye while sticking his tongue out at power. “hah?! (y/n) do something to him he called me stupid!! your the stupid one, stupid!!” she quickly fell into you and whined into your chest while snapping back at denji, continuing the bickering. “hey, stop stealing them from me! go play with meowy or something” huffing, power eventually pulled of you and left to look for her furry companion.

the afternoon grew into the late night and the both of you had already devoured all the sweets you bought and sat through two movies, a comedy and a horror. you were now watching one you remembered from your childhood and how funny it was.

from the corner of your eye you could see denji’s eyes fluttering and his head bobbing—almost as if he was trying to fight off the tiredness. he looked so cute like this, but you knew if he fell asleep here you’d have to wake him then he’d get all moody. “hey denj’ wake up for a sec, let’s go to bed ‘kay?” “mmhhff okaaayy” he was probably already asleep and now you’d woken him but it was probably only a light slumber.

leaving him to lay on the floor while you set up the futons he couldn’t help but admire how the bright lights of the city reflected off your face in the dark room. “pretty,” is what he mumbled to himself, not caring if you heard or not. while trying to keep watching your movements he also was trying his hardest to stay awake for you. when he did open his eyes again he was met with you in your sleep shorts and slipping your shirt over your head, just about giving him a glance of your bare back. he claimed it as him just being a normal teenager, but he couldn’t stop the heat rushing to his cheeks and the sight of only your bare legs and the quick glance of your back.

“hey, you still awake sleepy?,” his eyes must’ve closed again for a few second because now, you were crouched infront him, softy rubbing the top of his head. with a nod he crawled over to his futon-not before helping you get tucked into your own. “goodnight denji, see you in the morning,” soft as ever your voice was when you wished him goodnight at the early hours whenever you’d stay with him. “g’night (y/n) see ya when we wake up,”

even though it was just a few hours prior that he was desperately trying to stay awake, he’s now laying flat on his back staring into the dark room trying desperately to fall asleep. the only thing he could thing of was scooting over to your futon and cuddling into your back—but he didn’t want to frighten you, so he just kept to himself for the past hour.

finally deciding that if he actually wanted to get some sleep he’d have to cave in and move over to your futon. he was moving as slow as power does in the mornings, but only because he was afraid that even the slightest movement would wake you-even though you’ve learned to sleep through his loud snoring and kicking limbs-. slowly, ever so slowly he moved closer to your sleeping figure with shaking hands. once he was close enough to wrap the blanket around himself he used the arm he wasn’t lying on to drape it around your waist and pull you into him with some new found confidence.

you don’t think he realised how harshly he pulled you because, even just that movement had shook you from your odd dream and back into the darkness of denji’s room. only this time you could feel his breath on your neck and his arm clutching your tummy. softly, you laughed and twisted in his grip so you could face him.

he wasn’t expecting it that’s for sure. you could tell by the way his mouth fell and eyes bulged slightly. when you smiled back at him, he tried to splutter out an explanation as to why he was cuddling you out of no where.

“you don’t have to ask to cuddle denj’ you can just do it whenever you like, i really don’t mind. i love it when you do.”

it was one of those moments he was having that only happened once every few weeks. it’s when you say or do something that makes his heart skips a few beats. the last thing you’d done was wipe the crumb off his cheek and kiss it afterwards.

like earlier, he frantically nodded at your comment and now wrapped both arms around you, pulling you even closer to his chest so you can wrap your own arms around him and entangle your legs.

slowly and softly falling back into your previous sound sleep—until denji’s snoring quiet literally vibrated through your body.