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blue-willow-tree · 5 months ago

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⋆｡˚୨ About Me ୧˚｡⋆

The image on the right is me. Dividers are by @adornedwithlight

Hi there xx

ִֶָ࣪☾. You can call me Willow

ִֶָ࣪☾. I am 20, genderfluid, afab, and I'm comfortable with any pronouns. I'm 1.65m <3

ִֶָ࣪☾. I'm a femme switch. This blog mostly showcases my dom side. This is a BDSM blog.

ִֶָ࣪☾. I'm single, unclaimed, and not looking x Moots are free to be flirty x

ִֶָ࣪☾. My asks are open for advice (bdsm related), naughty confessions, sweet words and dirty ones too x Read my anon rules below. However, please don't ask me for advice on virginity, straps, or anything of that sort. The most I've taken is fingers and my hairbrush. I have a humiliation kink, feel free to tease.

ִֶָ࣪☾. I'm sapphic, however my blog is open to any and all queer folk that are apart of the bdsm community.

ִֶָ࣪☾. You can call me Mommy, Miss, Ma'am, Bun, or Ms bunny x Never solely "bunny".

EDUCATIONAL / INFORMATIONAL:

MY WRITINGS/POSTS:

Switch posts: Switch love | A sapphic morning | My future wife | I just love being a switch |

FUN:

As of 23 Jan, I have an sfw sideblog where I post sfw moodboards, simply for the soft and cozy aesthetic as well as for those apart of the cg/agere/littlespace community x

WHAT I WILL FEATURE IN MY BLOG:

I'm a very soft dom, but don't misunderstand. I am the type of dom that enjoys mind games. I'm sadistic, but not in the physical way. I'm the type to degrade you in such a sweet way that it confuses you x I enjoy slowly dumbing a sub down through actions instead of words. I'll choose your outfits for you, I'll make sure you don't need to have a single thought in your head. If you don't like this type of domming, my posts aren't for you x

I am also a very devoted sub. I will likely never have posts about being a brat, I prefer obedience, rewards, and not causing any hassles for anyone. Brats are welcome here, but I rarely cater towards any through my posts, whether it be submissively of dominantly x Don't get me wrong, I adore brats and I occasionally get overwhelmed enough to be a brat as well <3 It's just very rare for me, so I won't have many posts about it x

My domme style is very similar to how Wanda Maximoff/Elizabeth Olsen is depicted in fanfics. Random, I know, but we're very similar in that way and she'll always be a comfort character/person of mine. <3. My domme style is described more further into this post.

MY ASK BOX:

Here are my precious claimed anons. I've sorted them to make it easier to look through, for those that are wanting to become a new anon <3

Animals: 🦭•🐻•🦦•🦊•🐞•🐼•🐇•🦓•🕊•🐿•🪼•🐨•🐮•🦌•🐈‍⬛️•🐺•🦔•🐭•🦝•🐶•🐝•🦋•🕷•🐕

Plants:🌷•🍀•🍄•🎄•🪻•🌹•🥀•🍁•🌵

Foods: 🍓•🍎•🍒•🍑•🍰•🥐•🫘•🍥•🥚

Sky:🌙•⭐️•💫•🌑•🌌•☀️•🪐•🛸•✨️•🌜•🌠•🌤

Other: 🍬 • 🪩•💌•🎀•🧸•🗡️•🤎•💙•🩷•🔮•👸•🪽🐾•🎧•💚•🩶•🥁•⚰️•🎃•🧛🏻‍♀️•🫧•🎱•💜•🐚•💭•🕸️•🧡•🦴•👻•🏴‍☠️•🍸•🎁•🍷•💿•☃️•🖌•🩹•🧼•😇•💋•🎨•😈•👾•🤠•🧬

RULES FOR MY ASK BOX:

Do not spam my ask box. If you send an ask in, please wait until that one is replied to. Do not send multiple before I've even gotten to your first one. You'll be blocked.

When you send in an ask for the first time and plan on becoming an anon, please send in your age and pronouns and pick an emoji that is not in the list above. Or, if you'd like, you may ask me to choose one for you.

I'm a voyeur. I love hearing people's fantasies. If you have one you'd like to send to me, please send it in. It doesn't have to align with my likes, as long as there's nothing about my hard-no's.

Cnc asks are welcome (stalking, kidnapping, etc)

RULES FOR MY BLOG:

If you dm me, please understand that I am not a therapist. I also have my own triggers. Please do not have a sweet conversation with me then start talking about going back on an Ed or self harm. This has happened before, and it makes me feel backed into a corner.

I am a switch. Yes I mostly have dominant posts, but understand that I am a switch. I can never be in a relationship where I am purely submissive, or purely dominant. Please understand that. I will occasionally have sub posts.

I will only show my face to people I grow connections with or become genuine friends with. I don't send ludes unless I make a post that I'll be privately sharing ludes x

DO NOT INTERACT:

Cis het men. Minors. Pedophiles. Homophobes. Transphobes. Haters. Fake BDSM members. Ageless accounts. Blank accounts. Cis hets. This blog is not for you.

WHAT I LIKE + MY KINKS:

I am femme4all <3

I like sweet subby women, as well as dominant women. Older women are my weakness.

I am a switch, with no lean. Sometimes I need a pretty sub to do whatever I want with, and sometimes I need a gorgeous or handsome (wlw/wlnb) dom to turn me into their mess.

I love choking, gentle corruption, soft dumbification, service subs, bondage, sweet objectification, sweet petnames, slightly mean petnames, soft mean degrading, praise, somno, some pervy-ness, strap usage, breeding (no actual pregnancy) , finger sucking, cnc and some pervy ones that I keep to myself and won't ever post about. My submission has to be earned. To all exhibitionists, I love to hear about all your pervy kinks and how you get off, even if they aren't on my kink list. As long as they aren't in my "hard no's", tell me all about it in my ask box <333 I'm a voyeur. (ALL ARE G/R)

HARD NO's:

Scat, watersports, gore, vore, cis het men, anal, anything that involves cheating.

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bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky · 3 years ago

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House Call | Bucky Barnes x Reader

Hi, friends! I've been wiring a lot of angst lately, so here's a nice fluffy one for you :)

If you like my stuff throw me a reblog 🥰

Warnings: fluff, mentions of medication, sleepy Bucky

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A quaint, adorable cabin appeared almost like magic as Bucky turned down a private dirt road. The house sat secluded beneath massive sycamore trees, their leaves aglow with the colors of fall. The whole thing seemed too good to be true, too picturesque to even be real. Neither you nor Bucky could believe that Clint had such a gorgeous place, or that he was nice enough to lend the house out for the long weekend. But he’d done so without hang ups- except one.

He made you promise that your trip wouldn’t include sex on the kitchen counter of his vacation home. “Oh, come on!” Bucky elbowed Clint in the ribs, “I’ve been looking forward to kitchen counter sex for weeks!”

But after the four-hour drive, neither you nor Bucky felt like doing the deed. You’d left right after your final meeting of the day, hoping to beat the rush hour traffic- with no such luck. The two of you sat in a bumper-to-bumper nightmare that seemed to last an eternity. People honked and cursed at each other as tempers flared, but you and Bucky were in your own little world. With anyone else at the wheel, you would’ve been fed up after the first hour.

But being with Bucky only brought you happiness, even if you were trapped in gridlock traffic. You’d been missing him terribly lately, seeing him less and less as things with the Flag Smashers came to a head. But now that the situation had calmed down, Bucky was all yours.

“Hey- gimme that”, Bucky narrowed his eyes at you with faux-annoyance and snaked your bag from your hand, “I got it, sweets”. You rolled your eyes at him like you always did, but his chivalrous tendencies made you feel special. He always insisted on carrying your things and offering you his coat as though it were still 1940. And you let him. You loved his sweet, old-fashioned nature. He was thoughtful and polite, and always always put you first.

“Thanks, Buck”. Pressing up on your tiptoes, you left a kiss on his cheek, “Such a gentleman.”

Like always, Bucky opened the door for you and insisted you enter first. When Clint had described the place as “charming”, he wasn’t kidding. It was cozy and warm with a welcoming air that drew you in immediately. Soft blankets, warm wood, and a massive brick fireplace combined to create a perfect getaway. An overwhelming sense of comfort wrapped you in a hug as you thought about sipping hot cocoa by the fire with Bucky. Laura had obviously furnished the space with heaps of love, and managed to create the perfect space for a long weekend away.

“Oh my god, this place is adorable”, you turned to Bucky, excitement setting your eyes alight. “Can we live here? I think we should live here. I don’t think Clint will mind”.

Bucky covered his face and let out a booming laugh, “yeah, doll. I think Clint would love that.” He couldn’t wait to spend a few uninterrupted days with his best girl in the secluded cabin. He missed you so much that it actually hurt. Being away for so long caused a physical ache in his chest that he swore would kill him if he spent one more day without you. He wanted to curl up in front of the fire with you in his arms and make up for all the time he’d spent without you by his side.

“How about we change into comfy clothes and get the fire started? Let’s get cozy, Sarge”. You shot Bucky a wink and snatched your bag from his shoulder, “I’ll be back in a sec”. Once you located the perfectly decorated master bedroom, you dug through your bag for your pajamas. Nothing sounded better than shedding your work clothes and slipping into something comfortable. These days, your sleepwear consisted of old shirts of Bucky’s, and Bucky was more than happy to give them to you. He loved seeing you wear his clothes. It made him almost as happy as his dog tags resting around your neck.

He’d been nervous to give them to you at first, fearing it was maybe too old-fashioned. But you’d accepted them without pause and threw the chain around your neck before Bucky could even blink. From then on, he never saw you without them. They rested comfortably on your chest no matter the occasion- you wore them proudly.

Just as Bucky knelt in front of the fireplace, your voice stopped him in his tracks.

“Shit shit shit shit shit,” he heard you mutter from the bedroom. Instant alarm set him on high alert. He flew to the bedroom with his heart in his throat, fearing he’d find you in a pool of your own blood. But when he finally burst through the bedroom door, there was no blood in sight. You sat on the edge of the bed with your bag on your lap, your hands digging through it with like a dog in search a buried bone.

“Is everything alright, doll?”

“What?” Your head snapped in Bucky’s direction, “Oh, yeah. I’m good”. You forced a smile to your face that made your cheeks ache, but Bucky saw right through you.

“Are you sure about that, sweets? Cause you just said ‘shit’ like eleven times.”

With a huff, you conceded. “It’s fine- it’s not a big deal. I just forgot one of my meds, that’s all.” You threw Bucky an overly casual shrug, “my bad”.

But Bucky wasn’t going to allow you to downplay the issue, “Which one?”

“The one for my anxiety. But it’ll be fine. We’re only gonna be here for four days- missing those doses won’t kill me.” Once again, you diminished your problem. Bucky knew how important it was for you to remember to take your meds, and how shitty you’d feel if you missed four days’ worth.

“But isn’t that the pill that gives you, um…the brain thing? When you don’t take it, I mean. It gives you ‘brain buzzes’?”

Regardless of your situation, you couldn’t help but laugh. Bucky was just so sweet, so innocent and cute. “Close!” you laughed, “Brain zaps. I get brain zaps if I go without it for too long.”

Bucky‘s brow furrowed. He’d been with you long enough to know that four days without your medication was plenty of time for the brain zaps to set in. Thousands of thoughts crowded his mind as he tried desperately to find a solution to the problem, but you were in the middle of nowhere, four hours from home. He couldn’t run to the apartment and grab your pills or pop out to CVS and speak with a pharmacist about getting you four days’ worth of meds. All he wanted was for you to enjoy your little getaway, but the brain zaps threatened to ruin everything.

“Buck, you’re getting all worried. I can see it in your jaw…” You took Bucky’s face in your hands and gently massaged the tight muscles in his jaw until he finally released the tension. “This isn’t something to get upset about, I’ll be fine. I can push through! I went like two weeks without my meds once- I’ll live through four days.”

Bucky’s arms wound around you as you leaned into his body. He was always so good to you, so dedicated to taking care of every little thing. He wanted every moment you spent together to be more perfect than the last, and if you were going to be miserable without your meds, he needed to find a way to fix it.

A strong yawn took hold of you as you flicked your eyes toward the clock. “Come on, Buck. Let’s just go to sleep, okay? It’s late and we’re both tired- we’ll do fun cabin activities tomorrow”.

Regardless of the worry settling in Bucky’s stomach, he couldn’t help but smile when he saw you in your pajamas. You looked so perfect in his shirt, and his dog tags peeking out from beneath the collar was almost too much. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have you. When he’d finally made you his, he promised himself that he’d do everything in his power to make you as happy as humanly possible- and he was determined to keep that promise.

“I’m so glad we did this”, you crawled into bed and dropped a light kiss to Bucky’s lips. “You need a vacation. And I- I’ve really missed you…”

Bucky pulled you in close to his body, wrapping you in his strong, protective arms. Each time the world needed saving, it robbed him of his time with you. And while he hated the Flag Smashers for a long list of reasons, depriving him of his best girl took the number one spot.

“I know, sweets. I hate that I was away for so long, and I know I didn’t get to talk to you much while I was gone…” Bucky sighed as a twinge of guilt crept into his chest. He did his very best to communicate with you when he could on long missions, but free time was hard to come by. And if someone tracked his phone to get his location, he’d be dead before you’d even read his text.

“Buuuuuuuuuck…” you almost nagged him. You wriggled free from his grasp and took his face in your hands, pulling him so close that the tip of his nose brushed yours. “You don’t have to apologize- I know what to expect when you’re working. The only thing I care about is that you come home safe.”

Bucky’s forehead fell against yours, and his eyes fluttered shut as you ran your thumbs over his sharp cheekbones. These were the moments he missed most. Of course, he missed your museum dates and the long, sensual showers you shared- but nothing could quite compare to this. He missed the quiet intimacy. He missed hearing nothing but the sound of his heart and yours, beating almost in sync. Being away from you always knocked Bucky off-kilter, leaving him feeling eschew and unbalanced until he saw you again.

“I know, doll. I just- I want you to know how much I miss you when I’m gone. I don’t ever want to leave you- my job is just…different.” Bucky knew he could never make it up to you- all the time away and the days or weeks spent without contact. He knew he nearly stopped your heart every time he came home slick with blood and nearly dead.

“I know it’s hard on you, doll”.

“It’s hard on me? Buck, I’m not the one saving the world-”

“But you worry the entire time I’m gone. And then you worry when I come home hurt. And I know you’re always wondering when I’ll have to leave next. It takes a lot out of you.” Bucky knew you too well. He saw right through the casual shrug you threw his way, the small smile that tried and failed to hide just how emotionally exhausted you were.

He knew just how hard you worked to keep things together while he was away. If the situation were reversed, he’d be incapable of carrying on as he waited for you to return home. But you managed to keep a brave face, to support him and care for him in a way he never imagined.

Bucky never let an opportunity to express his gratitude pass, “I just want you to know that I notice. And I appreciate you- so much, baby.”

Without words, you migrated your head down to his chest. If Clint allowed it, you’d permanently move into this quiet, cozy cabin with Bucky. The two of you would live out your days in the warm peace of the deep forest and the crackling fire.

“Well, I love you, Buck. I’d do anything for you…” And with that, you drifted off to sleep. Having Bucky all to yourself in the safety of the small cabin set your anxiety as ease, ushering you to rest. For the next few days, you didn’t have to worry about Bucky’s next mission- or whether it would be his last.

Bucky smiled down at you as his fingers gently weaved in and out of your hair. “I love you, too, doll”, he knew you couldn’t hear him, but never dared ignore a chance to tell you. He laid like that for a long while, just admiring your serene expression and your sleepy sounds.

Just like you’d said, you’d do anything for Bucky. And he’d do the same for you. And so, with you lying fast asleep on top of him, Bucky made his move. He slowly snaked himself out from under your body, careful not to wake his best girl. He haphazardly threw on his clothes and laced up his boots before pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead- a kiss that held a wordless promise to return before you woke. A strange appreciation for his Winter Soldier training cropped up as he stalked through the cabin and arrived at the car without making a sound- at least it had been good for something.

It was only a four-hour drive to the apartment- and that was with traffic. He figured he could make it there, grab your meds, and return to the cabin before you even stirred. He could then slide back into bed with you, satisfied that the brain zaps wouldn’t prevail.

But he underestimated just how tired he was, how long and winding the back roads near the cabin really were. And the drive simply wasn’t the same without you. He missed holding your hand and kissing at stoplights, listening you sing along to one of the many playlists you made him. But the dark, quiet ride was worth the exhaustion and boredom. He needed this long-awaited weekend to be perfect. He knew you’d been white-knuckling it for a while, watching from the sidelines as things with the Flag Smashers boiled over. You deserved to enjoy yourself.

Bucky sped through the night, determined to get you what you needed before sunrise.

Morning light bathed the bedroom in a golden glow, gently rousing you from your sleep. But you weren’t ready to get up just yet- you and Bucky promised to sleep in this weekend. With a quiet groan, you rolled away from the sun’s annoying rays, and planned to bury your face in Bucky’s chest. But after scrounging around with closed eyes for Bucky’s safe embrace, your search turned up empty. The sheets were cold and the room quiet, completely void of the quiet whirring of his arm.

“Buck?” you called into the quiet house, but received no reply.

A familiar dread settled into your chest as you crept through the silent cabin. It didn’t happen often, but there were times in the dead of night that Rhodes or Agent Hill needed Bucky last minute. They’d land a jet nearby and abduct him from your side- at least, that’s how it felt. He’d leave you a handwritten note in his sloppy, scrawling cursive, always saying that he didn’t want to wake you. He’d give you all his love and apologize for leaving yet again, and with a broken heart, you’d add his latest letter to the pile.

As you moved through room after room, you still hoped for the best. “Bucky?” you called again, struggling to keep it together. And just as you resolved that he’d left in the middle of the night to go save the world, a quiet whirring caught your attention. The sound instantly granted you peace.

You rushed around the corner and into the living room, only to discover a sleeping Bucky. He lay slumped in an armchair snoring quietly and wearing one unlaced boot. The other sat abandoned on the floor next to his car keys and jacket, painting a very strange picture. But as you struggled to make sense of the scene before you, a small orange bottle caught your eye.

An all-encompassing warmth eclipsed your senses as you stared down at him- the kindest person you’d ever known. Bucky’s massive hand gripped the anxiety meds you’d left behind, safely holding them to his chest. He was just too good- too sweet, too thoughtful, too selfless. No one had ever cared for you like this. No one had ever made you feel so loved, so seen. Bucky offered you all of his love, all of himself. He hated being away from you, but devoted all of his time to you when he was home. And this weekend trip was no different. It was his life’s mission to take care of you, and he’d done just that.

“Buck…” you whispered, “Bucky, baby, wake up”. Your hand cupped his cheek and traced his cheekbone with your thumb, pulling him gently out of his slumber.

He blinked a few times as he struggled to orient himself in the unfamiliar space, but your touch brought him all the clarity he needed. “Hey, sweetheart. Good morning…” he leaned into your touch and granted you a sleepy, dopey smile. Nothing was ever as cute as Bucky in the morning, with his disheveled hair and tired eyes.

“I um, I got you this…” Bucky presented you with your bottle of medication, “I didn’t want you to have brain zaps”.

Sometimes, Bucky was unbelievable. He was too good to be true. But he was true, and he was yours. “This is so- thank you. Thank you so much. You’re always so good to me.”

“I just wanted you to have a perfect weekend,” Bucky dropped his head forward, resting it against your abdomen.

“With or without brain zaps, this is already the perfect weekend. All I want is to be with you, Buck”. You ran your hands gently through his hair, scratching your nails gently against his scalp. “But I can’t thank you enough for this. You didn’t have to…but I really really appreciate it.”

Bucky gazed up at you with a love drunk grin. All he ever wanted was for you to be happy and safe and comfortable. He’d drive eight hours in the dark every night if it would make you smile. He always felt like he dropped the ball, like he was abandoning you to do SWORD’s dirty work. But the look on your face said everything he needed to hear.

“Here, let’s get you to bed”. With a gentle tug, you pulled Bucky’s remaining boot from his foot. “What, did taking off the first one tire you out? Was that the straw that broke the camel’s back?”

Bucky’s groggy laugh came out a low rumble, “yeah, guess so. I was just gonna get back in bed with you, but… you wouldn’t believe how tiring it is to take off a shoe”.

With both of Bucky’s feet free from their boots, you helped your super soldier from his armchair. And even though Bucky was the one who’d only slept for a total of half an hour, he insisted on carrying you to bed. His strong arms held you close to his chest, pressing your body against his heartbeat. You knew the sound so well it sometimes felt like your personal metronome.

Bucky stripped out of his clothes and finally crawled into bed with a deep sigh of relief. He’d thought about this moment from the second he pulled away from the house. “Get over here, Barnes”, you offered your arms to Bucky and allowed himself to rest his massive body atop yours. His head fell against your sternum and before you knew it, you’d both drifted off to sleep. You remained locked together for a long while, making good on your promise to sleep in.

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strawhatsweets · 3 years ago

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roommate ch 3

Denki x fem reader

aged up

Ive decided to make this a full on series! Not sure how long itll be but hey its somethin!

come to my asks to be a part of my taglist! just let me know what kinds of fics/ what fandom/ what characters/ etc you want to be tagged in!

Requests are open!!

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After Denki ordered some pizza, there was a knock on the door.

"No way the pizza is that fast!" He said, hopping up to get to the door.

"Oh! It's Kiri! Hey man I thought you were the pizza guy!" He gestured for Kirishima to come in.

"Oh shit, youre getting pizza? I'm staying hope you dont mind- oh heres the air mattress by the way." Kirishima said, shuffling into the apartment where the living room was a comfy cozy space with the newest addition sat on the couch.

"He JUST got off the phone with the pizza place- there was no physical way they got it done that fast." Y/n giggled, scooting down the couch to give the two men a space to sit.

"Oh hey! Im Ejiro Kirishima! You can call me Kirishima or Kiri- whatever floats your boat!" He introduced himself, taking a seat on the farther end of the couch.

"Im Y/n! It's really nice to meet you- and thank you for bringing the air mattress down for me to sleep on. I cannot believe it's the one thing I didn't think about."

"It is so funny that you still think youre sleeping on it. Got a few screws loose in that pretty head or what?" Denki asked, flopping himself between the two, poking Y/n's forehead.

Swatting his hand away, Y/n scoffed. "We'll see moron."

"You guys seem close already! That's so awesome- I know Denks was scared of some killer coming to live in the apartment with him." Kirishima chimed in.

"Hey you never know. I could still end up being a killer." Y/n said, pointing at the two boys. "Watch out!"

"Great now I'm gonna be nervous FOREVER." Denki threw his hands in the air, earning a laugh from his two friends.

"Okay so what movie are we gonna watch- or should I challenge you guys to a Mario Party battle?" Kirishima suggested.

"Ah, man. I say we watch a movie- I'm not trying to look like a loser already in front of her." Denki said, knowing he sucked at Mario Party, scratching the back of his neck.

"Oh! Lets watch a classic movie!" Y/n squealed.

"Like how classic are we talking? Black and white or-" Denki was interrupted.

"TALLADEGA NIGHTS!" Y/n shouted.

"What?!" The two boys were obviously, painfully unfamiliar with the movie.

"Ricky mother fuckin BOBBY?! Ok yeah we're watching it- uncultured asses-" Y/n muttered before being smacked in the face with a pillow by Denki.

"Shut up and put it on, fucker."

Shortly after the movie started and had everyone sucked in, the pizza arrived- Y/n of course got it so the boys didn't miss any of the movie.

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Once the movie ended, Y/n listened to the boys chuckle about their favorite lines and took the plates to the kitchen.

Walking back out to the living room, Y/n started to feel chilly.

Sitting on the couch, she subconsciously sat pretty close to Denki to soak up some of his body heat, Denki of course not minding.

"So youre uh, youre from New York right Y/n?" Kirishima asked, a few fleeting laughs dying down between the two boys.

"Yeah but not the New York City youre thinking of. The upstate part of New York that has cows and hills and activities like mudding." Y/n informed them.

"Mudding?" The two boys asked in sync.

"They take their big ol' trucks and literally just...drive through a ton of mud and shit. It's never been my things but-" Y/n began.

"Kinda sounds fun honestly, getting tossed around the truck would hurt though right?" Kirishima asked, rubbing his head as if he were tossed around a truck himself.

"I'm sure!" Y/n giggled.

"So what brings you all the way over here?" Kiri continued to quiz the girl.

"Honestly I've always loved it here. Before I could visit, I was always looking at different things about Japan on the internet. But I moved because I wanted to explore and live my life outside of bumfuck New York, ya know?" Y/n explained.

"Bumfuck New York." Denki chuckled.

"Fuck off- if you went there you would totally understand my reasoning." Y/n laughed, swatting his arm.

Looking over at the time, Kirishima stood up from the couch. "WELL. On that note- I gotta get to bed. I am BEAT. It was so nice to meet you, Y/n. I'll see ya around! Oh and Denki- dont break the air mattress." Kiri mentioned, putting his shoes back on.

"It was nice to meet you too! Thank you for the mattress!" Y/n waved as Kirishima left the apartment.

"Okay okay- go make yourself comfy in my bed and I'll blow this thing up-" Denki started, dumped the mattress and pump out of its bag.

"No, I got it-" Y/n began.

"No- GO TO BED." Denki started pushing Y/n towards the bedroom that was his.

"NO YOU GO TO BED ILL HANDLE THIS." Y/n said, pushing back.

"God damn it- you can WATCH while I do it and then go to bed." Denki settled, not being able to keep his hands on y/n any more, feeling like he would explode if her hands stayed on his shoulders any longer.

"Fine." Y/n flopped on the couch, watching Denki start to look at the pump and look for the hole in the mattress.

"...You need some help?" Y/n giggled after watching him struggle for a it.

"OKAY YEAH fine fine come help!" Denki whined, admitting defeat.

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ahhh! What suggestions do yall have for the direction of this story? I promise it'll be more interesting once i get past the introduction part of the story LMAOOOOO ily

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