#poor boy he's gotta be totally touch starved

[fulfillingbineeds]

2x3 - Nathan protecting Simon scene ( •̀ᴗ•́ )

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[arminsumi]

omg omg this is specific but innocent virgin armin with a soft dom reader AND CL¡TS???? poor baby hasn’t seen a girl naked before and he just wants to make her feel good :((

PHEW 🥵

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ Kitty Kat

Oneshot | MDNI | Armin | ♪

⚠️Cws; spicy spicy SMUT 🌶️

Notes; fem!reader, college au

⚠️💦Smut cws; 'pretty boy' nickname for Armin, 🐱eating, humping (the mattress and ur 🐱) he accidentally cums in his pants, accidentally slipping just the tip in, cumshot on🐱

"I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do... I mean, I-I haven't done this before." Armin admits. His whole face reddens and he keeps his gaze lowered.

"Aw, that's okay. I'll guide you through it." You say, reaching for his t-shirt and grabbing it, pulling him in for a kiss.

His brain short circuits when he feels your lips. He can hardly believe that this is reality. It takes him a few seconds to kiss back. He positively melts into you, whole body leaning in for this kiss he's been craving for so long.

See, Armin's been the shy boy you sit next to during lectures.

He tries not to look at you too much, because just a glimpse of your body can get his pants tightening. There's been too many times where he's had to scoot the chair in closer to the desk to hide his hard-on.

And when you lean close while exchanging notes? He's throbbing, his mind is going wild, and he's visibly shaken up. You have to smile; he's so sweet and innocent that you just wanna eat him up.

You totally expected him to freeze up when you asked him to come back to your dorm room after class for a 'study session'. He blinked and hesitated, then stuttered out a 'o-okay' and followed you across campus like an excited puppy.

When you start pawing at his chest and pants, his heart races and his mind melts. He has no idea how to say it, but he wants to touch you so badly. You have no idea how many nights he's spent awake daydreaming of this.

In his daydreams, he was always on top of you, but there you had him underneath you, pressing your chest onto his. He wasn't complaining at all, just whimpering while you kissed him so tenderly. His hands very timidly felt you up, he was so calculating with how he touched your body.

Each time you tilt your head into the kiss to deepen it, Armin lets out a soft whimper and squirms his hips into you.

He's hard. Really hard. You can feel him start to throb.

The poor boy really needs relief, but he wants to make you feel good first. So he eagerly asks what you like, and his eyes glitter when you tell him your favorite things. "I-I can do that..." he mumbles shyly.

He freezes up when you undress in front of him. His brows are all raised and his blue eyes blown wide. "Have you never seen a girl naked before?" you giggle, teasing him a bit.

Armin gulps, "N-no... this is a first..." he admits. He tries not to gawk as you take off your bra.

"You've got a bit of a tent there, Armin." You point out.

"Huh! Oh... sorry... y-you're just really pretty. Too pretty for me..." He chokes.

You roll your eyes and take his hands into your own, guiding them onto your body. God knows he didn't have the guts to make that move himself.

The second you let him put his lips on your body, he's tasting you like a starved man, drooling and impatiently kissing everywhere like this is the only chance he's getting.

You gotta assure him a few times that he can take his time, because you're not going anywhere. He gulps and slows down.

He might be an innocent boy, but his hot, impatient kisses feel more erotic than any others you've experienced.

Armin's skin is flushing a cute pink while he kisses down your tummy, just like you told him to do.

He comes to a halt at your panties, and looks up at you like a lost and confused puppy.

"U-um, I'm not sure what to do..." He mumbles.

You smile down at him, his heart flips, "Well, what do you want to do?" you ask.

"I don't know... I-I want to do what makes you feel good?" he replies. There's too much he wants to do, how is he supposed to choose?

"M'kay, then play with it." You instruct him, pressing your clothed pussy lightly against him. He feels excitement get caught in his throat, and he nearly chokes on his own saliva. Is he drooling?

After a moment of awed hesitation, he gulps and timidly presses his lips to your plush lips.

He licks stripes through your panties up your lips to your clit, and he seems to really get into it. Especially when you start moaning in response and moving your hips against his face.

His lips grow hot and wet, and you pull your panties aside so he can lap at your juices. You almost want to tease him and call him a puppy right then because of how he behaves.

Armin moans while eating you out (he's just the type 😌) and looks up at you for reassurance of what he's doing with his tongue. He's always cute, but he's especially cute when he's nuzzled between your thighs like this.

While you arch your back and enjoy yourself, he's grinding his hips into the mattress to try and relieve himself. He's so sensitive that he cums in his pants when he hears you moan his name.

He listens to all your guidance, when you tell him to kiss or suck or lick he's immediate to respond.

At first it feels like he has no idea what he's doing when he slips his tongue inside your hole, but he quickly figures out what makes you feel good.

And he gets really into it, he presses his hot lips flush against your skin, trying to get as deep as he can.

"Rub it with your thumb, pretty boy, like that – mhm, there we go, that's it." you sigh. He's quick to learn how to play with your clit.

You taste so good it's making his head spin, and your moans encourage him to keep going even though his tongue feels tired and his dick is straining against his wet pants.

He brings his lips back to your clit, kisses it and sucks at it, soft lips nipping a little. He tries all sorts of ways to lick it, until he figures out how you like it best. "Fuck, keep doing that, 'm gonna cum." you whimper, body curving and rolling on the mattress almost artistically.

He savors your orgasm, feeling every tremble of your hips on his face. You squeeze your thighs around his head, feeling his soft blond hair tickling your skin. He moans against your sensitive clit while you ride your high out.

You make a delicious mess all over his lips and he licks it up slowly, savoring the taste of you. There's a shiny sheen on his cheek and chin when he pulls his face out from between your thighs.

You're breathless, shaky and sweaty, a dripping mess, but you want to satisfy him, too.

"Come here." You beckon for him, and he paws his was up to meet your face.

He rests his cock against you and boy, it feels heavy.

"You did so good," You coo at him, giving him a deep kiss. You can taste yourself on him, he thinks that's just so hot.

Armin whimpers into your mouth when you squeeze your thighs around his waist. You pull away and smile at him.

"You seem pretty worked up. Wanna rub against me and get your relief, pretty boy?" You ask, looking him in the eye.

"Y-y-yes – y-yes please..." He replies in a shaky breath.

He squeezes his eyes shut in pleasure when you buck your hips up against his. He's never even thought about the idea of having his dick squished between your body and his own.

Breathy curses fall from his lips as he begins rubbing against you.

He swallows sharply and buries his head in the crook of your neck. His arms wrap around you shyly, and his hips start rocking back and forth needily to satisfy himself.

You help him slip his cock out of his pants. Even the act of you unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans makes him whimper.

He doesn't waste time, he starts grinding against your pussy hard.

He's so hot it's scalding to the touch. You can feel the shape of his cute mushroom tip, and a very noticeable big vein running up his length.

"I-is this okay?" He asks unsurely, grinding his cock right between your soft lips. You can feel him pulsing against your sensitive clit.

"Mhm, it feels good, keep going." You tell him shakily.

He clings to your body tight, completely intoxicated by the feeling tingling throughout his dick with each thrust. There's a wet sheen on his cock, it feels so messy. All the sounds you make have him obsessed.

His tip dips inside you with one accidental thrust.

"S-sorry!" He whimpers into your ear.

"It's okay." You giggle, "I don't mind." you assure him.

He keeps clumsily slipping his lil mushroom tip inside, letting out an erotic moan into your ear each time. It's a total accident, of course, he's too innocent to be doing it on purpose.

"Why not hold it and rub it into my clit?" You suggest cheekily.

He gulps and does just that.

You can feel the curves of his tip rubbing over your clit. He focuses really hard on figuring out a pattern you like, and goes at it until you're arching your body against him.

He doesn't stop until you cum again. "C-can I cum on you? Is that okay?" he asks. His cheeks are so pink, he's so breathless and uncomposed it's cute.

"Mhm, go ahead, pretty boy, cum anywhere you want." You tell him, and he melts hearing you give him that permission.

He lets out a high-pitched cry that's just too cute, you have to refrain from giggling. He almost sounds like a cat.

His creamy release shoots out all over your pussy and thighs. He has to pull back and watch in awe, mouth erotically agape and lungs exhaustedly panting, as his cum drips down your skin. It's way better than any of his daydreams.

"D-did I do okay?" He asks breathlessly.

"You did really good, Armin, really good." You tell him, and he's so happy to hear that. He has a small proud smile on his face.

[vampwritesstuff]

if you dont mind, can i request sfw headcanons on how the tmnt show affection towards their (gender-neutral) crush/partner before and after getting together? your tmnt headcanons are so cute ❤

TMNT Brothers Showing Affection

Yes !! So requests may come out slower because I’m currently in trouble with my parents and I won’t have much time to post headcannons and stuff- oops but I will work on some of the requests that I do have during this time and close my requests until I can post more !

Type: Headcannons

TMNT Version: unspecified, but I imagined 2012/Bayverse while writing this !

Requested?: Requested, refer to ask above

CW: None, gender neutral reader

LEO

- Before you guys get together, he’s actually very respectful of your boundaries and doesn’t really go past hugging unless you initiate a different form of physical contact like hand holding.

- Short circuits if you even hold his hand before y’all start dating.

- Will give you a nickname or two but they’re usually just plays on your name and not like pet names.

- Although he totally uses them like pet names and uses them to flirt.

- Poor boy just wants to grab your face and kiss you all over 😔

- He gets much more bolder with his affection after you get together.

- Is actually the one who initiates most cuddle sessions.

- He’s touch starved so please just hold him and he’ll melt like putty.

- Likes to just nuzzle his head into the crook of your neck while hugging you from behind and doesn’t care what you’re doing.

RAPH

- Before you start dating, he’s not really affectionate at all.

- Seriously, all you might get is a fist bump or a high five.

- However there may have been a few occasions where he got really happy and actually picked you up into a bear hug and spun you around while shouting.

- Refuses to acknowledge that ever happened though.

- Totally a softie once you start dating though.

- And those bear hugs? LAWD HIS HUGS WOULD BE LIKE HEAVEN.

- Very very good hugs, 10/10 absolutely recommend.

- He’s like your personal weighted blanket, he will just lay on top of you whenever he feels like it.

- But obviously he doesn’t put his full weight cause he’s afraid he may crush you.

- If you’re shorter than him, he’s definitely picking you up to reach high places.

MIKEY

- Not much of a difference before and after you start dating, he’s a very affectionate person in general.

- Maybe his hugs and such become a bit more romantic feeling than friendly?

- Loves holding your hands, like literally can’t get enough of it.

- If he hasn’t gotten to see you in a while he will quite literally koala hug you and not let go for a solid 10 minutes.

- Gives you head pats. That’s it. That’s all I gotta say on that.

- He plays with your hair, doesn’t care how short/long/etc. it is, he’s finding a way to run his fingers through your hair.

- 10/10 head massages.

- Speaking of massages, he has a habit of rubbing your shoulders when you’re feeling stressed.

- Likes to cuddle up on the couch of the lair while you guys eat pizza and watch tv.

DONNIE

- This man does not know how to function around you before you start dating.

- Literally cannot handle any physical affection because he just short circuits.

- He just sticks to trying to impress you with his inventions.

- Eventually is okay enough to handle simple contact like quick side hugs.

- Oh but after you start dating? He is ALL over you.

- Loves to have you sit on his lap while he’s working in his lab.

- Quite literally made a chair that makes it possible for it to happen while being very comfortable at the same time.

- Still gives you lots of gifts that he makes.

- Please tell him that his inventions make you happy, he loves hearing that from you.

[iknowshocker]

What do you think Kai would be like as a boyfriend if he had a genuine/healthy bond with someone?

For being one of the funniest characters in tvdu, I don’t think we ever even saw someone laugh at one of his jokes, so I’ve always been curious what it would’ve looked like if just one person matched his energy or at least accepted him

oh my goodness, i love this queeeestiooon!

let me just quickly out myself by saying if you lined up all the TVD men and told me to pick, kai would be my one and only choice. 🙈 my love for him horrifies my husband but i stand behind my witchy woo man 🫡

first thank you !! for saying he's funny !! you're right no one really appreciates his humor in the show and its one of the silliest choices imo. like you can admit the scary man has jokes, guys, it's not going to kill you. (oof sidenote but him and Jo having the same humor/picking on each other is one of my fav things!)

if he was out and about making his lil comments and someone started giggling a few seats down at the bar i truly think he'd combust. also probably be like "....me? you - you're looking at me? you think i'm funny ??? 😳 AnD CUte ?? really????" and then try immediately to be cooler about it but like, he's screaming crying throwing up inside

canonically we also know he liked it when bonnie matched the more aggressive/argumentative side of his personality, so i don't think he'd be able to be with someone that didn't pick at him a little. you gotta be able to tease him back but also like .. not take it too far cause he 100% can't take as much as he can give lmao (one older sibling to another we're a lot more sensitive than we pretend to be)

basically i think kai needs:

somebody grounded to keep him from totally flipping out

but who is also willing to fight for what they believe in

spontaneous and playful - but also thoughtful and mindful of his mood swings

kind enough to love him completely despite his past

and supportive enough to help him rebuild the coven

so...yeah, bonnie, basically lol

i think s6 kai at minimum needs to be with a witch that is willing to share power, and s8 kai needs a vampire or heretic. s6 kai could make it work with a human but pre-merge you're risking a lot, and then if you put s8 kai with a witch/human, he's turning them no questions asked so we better hope they're okay with it. (let's just leave legacies kai out of this, okay? he is a different breed)

i picture him being touch starved like you wouldn't believe, so super super clingy and probably jealous at least in the beginning of a relationship. that would go for friendship, too, honestly.

i think it would be really hard for him to a. wrap his head around someone picking him and then b. allow them to also pick other people. i don't think he'd throw a klaus sized tantrum, he'd be more petty about it: "oh sorry i just assumed you liked damon now since you said you liked his hair today and yEaH i was listening from three tables over watching the whole thing don't lie i SAW HOW YOU SMILED AT HIM-,"

but like he'd mellow with that as time went on and he starts to believe he can trust being loved. on that note i think he'd need a lot of reassurance but simultaneously be embarrassed/unsure of how to ask for it. some fights would happen as he works through how to regulate himself, but i don't picture it being a delena level of toxic. kai is more self aware/honest about himself so even when he's making poor choices he's like "woah hold on, why am i doing this ?? ah yes, that's why" and i think he'd get to a point where he knows his triggers and can help a partner figure out how to avoid them/talk through them.

so think like "my boy only breaks his favorite toys" vibes. he's so sure things are going to be taken from him/stuff can't be trusted that he'll mess it up first to hopefully make it hurt less. but with time a partner could help him see that he can have nice things !! love is real !! id love to see him build up the coven/a friend group/family with a partner beside him and just !! enjoy life lmao

anon you said boyfriend not husband but i hc he'd actually be an amazing dad. i would want him to end up having a siphon !!! end the coven curse of abuse bb 👏🏼 i have a post detailing what i would have done with the parker's that talks about him being a good uncle too!! i don't know i just think he'd be weirdly good with kids. so even if we're talking heretic!kai he'd be bringing kids/teens into the coven to help them and he's gonna need a partner that is down with that

no matter the stage of relationship he's super tactile. (mans has no context or care over some PDA being inappropriate). you're always sitting in his lap, or he's draped over you requesting that you play with his hair, he keeps his hand in the back pocket of your jeans, he wants you to play with his rings, ect. just always always always touching in some way even if it's small. it was something he missed out on for so much of his life and i think having someone actively want to touch him would never get old.

(sad note i picture this being a bit of a PTSD thing for him too. so certain things would make him flinch or jump and he might not even really be aware of it all the time. like he'll be tense as hell and his partner is like "honey what's happening ?? where have you gone ??" and he'd have to take a second and body scan before realizing oh shit Yeah, something is Wrong)

he's possessive as hell so expect hickys left where everyone can see AND a smug annoucment that he knows where you got them :) if we're talking s8 kai i imagine he would leave bite scars intentionally. so like heal them with magic but leave the little fang marks so other vamps know you're spoken for and he'd probably also have them on his wrist

i think a common hc is that he's Always the dominate one, but we all saw him in those chains, boy's totally a switch. (i also personally hc that 1994 kai is virgin!kai, but that's a story for another day). still tho i do think control is a big thing for him so he's definitely more comfortable being the one in charge. with trust comes wanting to mix things up tho so that's nice all around.

hands down the best boy to date during the holiday season are we kidding ??? any little thing you can possibly think of he's down and probably already has it planned:

apple orchard

carnival !!

christmas tree decorating

horror movie marathon !!

baking sugar cookies

snow ball fight

you're hosting the holiday parties now i hope you like cooking for a whole coven !!

like sep-feb you are Booked and Busy (i hc he's not much of a summer boy but that's okay if yall went back to portland west coast summers are built different, pls don't keep him in the south from mid june-mid august i fear he will melt)

if there's a downside i think it's how protective he would be. i think the mix of possessive/protective/clingy could be too much for some people but again i don't think it would last at such a high level forever. it's just elements of his personality that show up especially in high stakes situations, so they shouldn't be ignored.

but yeah anon, basically give the boy a chance and he's tripping over himself to be the best partner he can be 🤷🏼‍♀️

[fanficsandfluff]

The Snyder Cut: Headcanons (mostly of the tickly nature)

Bruce Wayne (Batman) ~ Batfleck, my love

He’s such a lover boy, and I can say that though I don’t exactly know how to explain what I mean. You just gotta understand.

He cares so strongly about EVERYONE. e v e r y o n e. Alfred, fucking loves the guy, jokes with him. The fucking “This is Alfred, I work for him.” MY MAN, STOP!

I think he just really wants to get along with everyone and wants everyone to get along in general.

But he lowkey crushes on Diana (at least in his mind, he’s keeping it lowkey, but we all see what’s happening)

I love the idea of this big hunk of a man getting soft with someone like Diana. 

She makes him genuinely laugh this one time by saying something funny, and then they’re both laughing together. 

Bruce definitely has one of those laughs where he throws his head back and shit and you can see his like Adam’s apple bobbing and everything.

But that’s if he’s really laughing.

And he has loud “HA”’s that are like really short but loud and then he kinda just snickers to himself for a while, holding his stomach.

And dude, the scene in freaking uhh… i think it’s BvS I’m not 100% (maybe i fucking imagined it who knows) where she like comes over to him and is fixing his wound….. tickle scenario hand picked from the gods right there

I can see a whole, “Woah!” from Bruce when Diana traces her fingers on some sensitive skin. And that Gal Godot smile is on her in an INSTANT. 

Bruce will laugh if he’s with the right person. Like I headcanon that if he’s being tickled, he will laugh if it’s done by Diana or Barry, then like he’ll be forced to laugh if it’s Clark bc he overpowers the poor bat, but then he just has these hilarious bouts of angry growls and chuckles if Arthur is going after him. 

I can’t even write about Batfleck being a ler because I will literally explode, so I’m done here 

(((((butseriouslyifanyonewantstotalklerbatfleckwithmehmuplz)))))

Diana Prince (Wonder Woman) 

I know the GIF isn’t from ZSJL but just let me live, ok? (Also I couldn’t find the one of Gal wiggling her fingers YOU KNOW THE ONE I’M TALKING ABOUT)

First off, Gal is the most horrible queen of giggles. I’ve seen those blooper reels. My god, girl, how do you keep getting hired?

SHE HAS SUCH A BIG SMILE IT’S LIKE THE ROCK IDK HOW THEIR TEETH AND MOUTH GET SO WIDE LOOKING

Diana will start tickle fights without a doubt.

She’s already very trustful and I also feel pretty handsy with people, especially those she may feel close to. So if she’s playful, you best watch out.

Her favorite targets are Bruce and Barry. I will not take criticism. Diana attacking Barry and reducing him to panicky shrieky laughs is my #1 thought. It’s not even living rent free, I’m commissioning it to be there.

Diana is one to laugh with her victims. She will wreck them and have a great time doing so. 

She’ll be ticklish if she wants to be, but it isn’t often she gets pinned and tickled or anything like that.

The guys try to stay away from her or not go after her with tickles for fear of retaliation.

AQUAMAN, CYBORG, SUPERMAN, AND THE FLASH UNDER THE CUT

Arthur Curry (Aquaman)

So…. my man isn’t really ticklish. I really don’t think he is, I feel like his Atlantean genes make his skin a special kind of hard, if that makes sense?

THAT BEING SAID ARTHUR IS THE BIGGEST LER OMGGG

He’ll try and act all cool and ‘whatever’ around the League cuz that’s kind of his persona.

But he slowly gets to like them more and more and his playful side starts to come out.

He’ll tickle Barry out of pure annoyance. Like if Barry makes any kind of comment, he’ll just point his finger out and get that glint in his eye and Barry is sprinting for the hills.

Here’s my favorite headcanon: Arthur will tickle Bruce because he knows it pisses him off when he does it. Bruce will fight back and keep Arthur in his sights at all time and curse and growl at him. And Arthur thinks it’s hilarious.

Arthur as a ler will taunt and tease until the cows come home

“Huh, big guy? What’s that? Ahawww that’s what I thought!... Not so fast/tough/etc. now!... I will wreck you.”

Victor Stone (Cyborg)

Unfortunately… not ticklish. :(

But this boy has the sweetest laugh you will ever hear, and I will die on that hill. 

Now that he has friends (superpowered friends, no less), he can slowly come alive and be himself. 

I can see Victor not getting involved in tickle fights at first, but at a certain point he’ll be all like, “Okay, step aside so we can do this right” and just PIN THE SHIT OUT OF WHOEVER IS BEING TICKLED. His extra robot arms are killer!

Okay, when he laughs for the first time in front of the group, there’s that cliche moment of pause where everything stops and everyone just stares and listens to him. It’s so rare to hear him laugh because the poor kid barely even smiled around them in the beginning. 

He SMIRKS

Now hear me out on this…

Okay, so half a face. Great. Weird. We love it. But you can see all of mischievous Victor when the guy SMIRKS. You see his eye squint and you can swear his robot eye gets a gleam of a different color. 

Wait honestly as I was writing that, the thought of Victor’s eye and like his apparatus changing color based on his mood is golden.

Me sitting here, lowkey wishing Victor’s robot body had some kind of cuddly mode like Baymax lmfaoooo 

Like the defense mode his body went into when he was around resurrected Supes, but for cuddles and being cute.

Clark Kent (Superman)

I was debating even including any headcanons for Superman bc I don’t care about him much, honestly.

I am v happy they kept in the whole ‘him staring at Flash through the speed storm’ scene bc I laughed so hard at that the first time i saw Josstice League in the theater. 

Also I didn’t really like the black superman costume??? I’m not a comic buff, so I’m assuming that’s why. I am like the one person who missed the color from the Josstice League cut. Don’t miss the stupid red sky in the finale, but I miss every other ounce of color that was just SUCKED right out of the Snyder Cut.

Clark and Bruce are besties now, I don’t make the rules. Bruce bought the man his house back. By buying the bank. He’ll take care of him.

And I’ve always simped for those two ever since BvS, bc I’ve already written like two fics where they tickle each other. 

Clark overpowering Bruce to tickle the shit out of him makes me so happy lol. Big strong boy Batfleck looking thiccc over here… but put him against Superman and he’s donezo. Because as mentioned earlier, I do think Bruce is pretty ticklish. 

But Clark can have his lee side when he’s feeling nice

He’s got that mighty chuckle, almost like how Thor might laugh. 

And he really likes getting involved in tickle fights with the League. He knows all of them are sorta afraid of him on the daily anyway, but have that power added to a tickle fight and it’s fun as hell. 

He’s gotten taken down by them ONCE. And I mean exactly (1) O N C E.

They all teamed up. Bing, bang, boom. Pinned him to the floor and they each took an area of skin and fucking SQUEEZED AND WIGGLED. They were trying to incapacitate him as quickly as possible. And dangummit, he laughed a lot! Like Clark realized just how ticklish he could feel if he wanted to feel it. 

And don’t even get me started on Lois, he’s big on getting her to giggle and she likes toying with him and running her hands all over his body (bc who wouldn’t?)

Barry Allen (The Flash)

I waited to write about Barry last because I have so much to say about this character....

and then I fell asleep and waited until the next day to write anything down about him so now I’m totally not in the mood and I forgot all the salient points I was planning on making.

fuck you, michelle.

I got a weird relationship with this character. He was mad annoying in the Josstice League. Thank goodness they trimmed his bad jokes down.

But now....

when he got hurt at the end and he was like crying and shit oh my god I wanted to hug him

His character got so... good

And I’m now at the right age where I can think about myself in a relationship with this character with no changes or shame

We both out here trying to find that one good job after college and everything

BARRY JUST WANTS FRIENDS, GUYS

HE’S THAT CUTE

And then he got this whole found family schtick with the Justice League!!! Lookit him!!! Thriving!

He has total little brother energy

like, pesky little brother. Bothers everyone, looks over people’s shoulders while they’re deep in thought or concentrating on something.

Asks a lot of questions.

All the more reason for the gang to want to tickle the shit out of him.

Barry just reads like a super ticklish lee. Like his whole character.

Maybe touch starved because he said he needed friends, and I don’t think he has siblings??? (sorry if i’m wrong about that, comic fans)

I already named some of my fav headcanons about him getting tickled by like Diana and such, and I’m sticking with it.

Barry does flee. He runs away with super speed.... but sometimes he just kinda wants the tickles so he lets them have at him. 

The chase is all part of the fun with tickling Barry, though. That’s what makes it so entertaining. And Barry isn’t afraid to be a little shit about it either. He will super-speed around his pursuers and poke their sides and tickle them back really quickly before they even know what’s happening. 

Barry doesn’t exactly hold back his laughter lol. He’ll protest and scream and squirm like crazy, but once he’s actually tickled, he loses it.

Pure boy. With funny ass facial expressions.

And it really doesn’t help that I never realized just how hot Ezra Miller is, even though I heard he’s not a great person irl. Oh well.

THAT’S ALL FOLKS!

Please please let me know if y’all have things to add, to squee over, to question me about... please. anything. i’m here for you. thanks for reading, guys!

[beanst0ck]

ok but HAJSGWIEH I've been thinking bout this and is just so cute I need to see a hc of this do u know that tiktok trend, like there is a song playing and you need to kiss your partner in the sound kisses of the song (the audio name is "by the sea" if u want to check out) can I have hcs for kenma, bokuto and tsukki with their s/o randomly dragging them to a place on his room and doing this trend?? it's so soft I just need it pls 😔💖

sorry this took so long anon!! ive actually never heard of this trend, but my friend (@shou-kunn) sent me the tiktok and i combusted

THATS JUST SO ADORABLE :’))

kenma’s might be a little longer because,,, favoritism?

parings: kenma x reader, bokuto x reader, tsukishima x reader

cross posted on my wattpad

Kenma Kozume

it had been awhile since kenma started playing his games and everyone knew when he started would not stop for anything

but,, you were currently bored out of your mind and wanted his attention :(

each time you asked him when he’d take a break he’d always respond with the same thing

“im almost done.”

“just a few more minutes.”

normally you wouldn’t really care and let him do his own thing, but his eyes had been glued to his screen for a couple of hours now and you were beginning to grow concerned for his eyesight

like seriously,, this dude is staring at a screen 24/7 how is he not blind yet?? he doesn’t even use glasses?? contacts??

while scrolling through tiktok you begin to think of ways to distract kenma from his games

it was almost impossible to pull his attention away from them, nothing could do it except,, you!

well, specifically your affection

babey boy is secretly touch starved and will never ask you to give him hugs or kisses

but he desperately craves them,, he’s just too shy to initiate them himself :((

so whenever you decide to show him some love, he does not deny you because he loves it when you show him affection

you suddenly remember a tiktok your friend sent you and a literal light bulb goes off

you hop off kenma’s bed and kenma eyes you wearily as you walk over to him

“(y/n) what are you?..“

he watches as you set up your phone so you’re both in the camera’s view

“don’t mind me, keep doing what you were doing before!”

kenma reluctantly agrees and goes back to staring at his screen

but he knew you were up to something, especially with that cute smirk on your face, so he didn’t start a new game

he heard an audio begin to play and didn’t pay much attention to it

that is until he felt your soft lips touch his cheek

now THAT made him look away from his screen and over to you

he kept his head down, hoping his hair would cover the blush on his cheeks so you wouldn’t see

he didn’t even hear the audio, he was just secretly hoping you’d kiss him again because he wanted to feel your lips,, again

suddenly you were peppering his face in kisses again and his face was on fire

he couldn’t even speak proper sentences, all of his words coming out as a gibberish mess

all he could do was shyly pull you onto his lap and bury his face in the crook of your neck

“kenmaa, i needed to give you one final kiss :((“

he looked up so fast hAHAHhah

you had to hold back a little giggle bc you didn’t wanna make him turn even more did

ok yea no nvm we all wanna see kenma with a blushy face so, you couldn’t hold back and let out a small giggle

the pout that formed on his face, aDORABLE

“(y/nn)..”

oops right you’re supposed to kiss him

you gently grab his face and give him a final peck on the lips

after that he put his games down and just snuggled with you :’))

Kōtarō Bokuto

the gym was set to be at a cold temperature, keeping the players nice and cool while they practiced

you on the other hand, were beginning to slightly freeze up because you weren’t moving around

you had decided to be a nice girlfriend and wait for bokuto to finish up his practice he totally didn’t drag you there to show off his powerful spikes

but you stuck around because each time bokuto hit one of akaashi’s sets perfectly he would turn back and look at you

“DID YOU SEE THAT (Y/N)!!”

if you didn’t see he’ll get all pouty and go into one of his emo moods so please look at him :((

unless you’re recording,, then he won’t mind lmao

BUT you gotta make sure you get him perfectly, all angles!!

let’s not forget to record that cake tho-

OK OK BACK TO THE PLOT—

as amazing as it was getting to see bokuto’s amazing spikes, it was beginning to get late

and our poor bby akaashi was beginning to grow tired :((

he told bokuto he was going to go home now, which resulted in a pouty bokuto

and no one wants to see bokuto sad :(( so you suggested something you knew he would not say no to!

“bokuto! let’s do a tiktok!!”

his mood improved immediately lMAOALSM

he ran over to you and was literally bouncing with joy

“really?! which one!!”

you told him he probably didn’t know it and he went ‘🤨?’

because this boy knows about a lot of tiktoks not rlly just the popular ones like the renegade dances and stuff,, idk why i think he’s on straight tiktok?? well not straight STRAIGHT tiktok but like he knows a lot of dances

so you explain to him the rules,, which is really quite simple

“stand over here in front of the camera,, and stay still”

ok so like now he’s really confused

when you push play and the audio starts playing you can tell by the look on his face that he’s never heard this audio before

before he could ask you what’s the tiktok about you give him a lil smooch

and then you give him another one

and then another one

HE LOOKS SO HAPPY!! 🥺

he puts his hands on your hips and brings you closer as you continue to give him more kisses

once the tiktok is over he’s all happy and blushy

“is that what the tiktok is about?”

“yup :)”

“lets do it again!!”

now it’s his turn to give you kisses >:)

be prepared because this boy is about to shower you with a whole lot of kisses everywhere

and i mean e v e r y w h e r e

Kei Tsukishima

after school ended you and tsukishima began to walk home, but before you parted ways he invited you over to his house

while asking though he would not look at you like at all

“tsukki, are you blushing??”

“shut up, im not”

he totally was lmao

once you arrived he tried at all costs to avoid his brother, but akiteru was just unavoidable

apparently akiteru didn’t know you were his girlfriend because the look on his face when he saw you

“you brought home a girl?! are you his girlfriend?!”

he was so happy to see someone else other than yamaguchi tolerate tsukishima’s shit

but tsukishima dragged you away from his brother so quick,, you didn’t even get the chance to introduce yourself

you guys entered his room silently and he set down his things on his desk, telling you to make yourself comfortable

similar to kenma, once tsukishima is focused on something it’s difficult to take his attention away from it

and right now, tsukishima was focused on doing his homework

we love a studious boi uwu

ok but anyways

you on the other hand, were not studying for whatever reason

in fact you weren’t really doing anything at all

instead you were just relaxing on his bed, minding your own business because you knew not to disturb him when he was busy

but,, you were beginning to get bored of doing nothing

and you wanted affection from your salty dinosaur,,

finally thinking up of an excuse to use to steal a kiss you hop off his bed and walk over to him

he didn’t even notice you setting up the camera or beginning to record him because he was blasting his music loudly

but he did notice when your lips made contact with his cheek

he stopped writing and looked over to you to ask what you needed, then he noticed the camera and scoffed

while it might’ve looked like he wasn’t enjoying your kisses,, it was taking everything in his power to not give you a lil smile

besides,, the blush on his cheeks were enough to tell you what you needed to know :)

once the audio stopped he turned in his chair and pulled you closer to him, giving you one of his well known smirks

“if you wanted a kiss you could’ve just said so”

“shut up”

haikyuu mlist

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-yigas]

OOH can we see how Kohga would react to Mipha asking for relationship advice? Since she’d see how devoted and passionate Sooga is for his Master, and not really anyone else in their group is in a relationship soooo

I’m just obsessed with him just adoring Mipha and trying his ass off to get her and Link together it’s so cute

One, thank you for recognizing the fact that Kohga playing Mipha’s wingman is possibly the best idea I’ve EVER had. Two, I am SO ready to start this absolute soft shit. Smut is fun and all, but come on, Kohga trying to hook bitches up is amazing. And third, this got waay out of hand, so enjoy some double dates here.

“So, did you get me something?”

Sooga hardly left Master Kohga’s side. Whenever he had to, be it to lend a hand elsewhere; he had TWO rules to follow; come home to him at the end of the day, and bring him something. Kohga had been sitting here, having tea with Mipha, while Sooga offered to help Sidon hunt for sneaky river snails (Sooga had a real knack for knowing where to find them). They came back with quite the haul, so the fact that he managed to get anything else was nothing to scoff at. He put the large bag of fish down on the floor, and from his pockets, produced a small cage. Inside the cage was what appeared to be a winterwing butterfly. Kohga clapped his hands together, clearly loving it.

“Ooh, I’ve been looking for one of these!”

“I know. It was why I had to stop in the middle of fishing to catch it for you. I may have let Sidon fall in the water in my haste. Maybe.”

Mipha cocked her head to the side upon seeing his reaction to the small bug.

“You like bugs?”

“Just the butterflies. I only keep them for a day or two before I let them go, I just think they’re neat.”

Kohga took a hold of Sooga’s chin, grinning from ear to ear.

“And SOMEONE seemed to remember me saying I wanted this specific one. You’re such a sap, Sooga.”

Sooga was trying (and failing) not to smile.

“I listen to EVERY word you say, master Kohga.”

“Ugh, you’re being mushy again. Get outta my face, go help shark boy with the fish.”

Kohga tried to look mean as he gently pushed his face away, but it was plainly obvious; Kohga loved him. Sooga pardoned himself, hoisted the bag over his shoulder, and walked off with Sidon. Mipha took a sip of her tea, watching as Kohga lightly shook his head. She knew it was a bad emotion to feel, but she couldn’t resist feeling a bit jealous. They were so happy with one another, and yet, her own love and affections were clearly not recognized by the one boy she loved, more than anything. Perhaps…

“Kohga? Can I ask something?”

“Whatever you want.”

Kohga stopped ogling his boyfriend for a second and gave her his attention, snacking on the cookies she made, just for him (shaped in just the cutest seashells). She squirmed a bit in her seat, unsure of how to go about it, before she finally came out with it.

“How...did you get someone to love you, the way Sooga does?”

Kohga stopped eating for a second, looking at her sullen face. This little fish was just sweeter than banana bread, and it hurt poor ol’ Kohga to see her love so much, without Goldilocks even talking about it with her. Sure they were young, and they had forever to talk about this stuff, but there was no time like the present.

“Sooga is a fucking idiot, for one, and I attract idiots. Second, you kinda just. Come out with it. We started off as friends before anything, and that’s now all relationships start. Course, your case is a BIT different from mine. You want my honest opinion? Just shoot your shot. I mean, worst he’s gonna say is no. Or nothing with his mute ass…”

Kohga mumbled that last part, helping himself to another sip of tea. Realizing it didn’t seem to be very helpful, he sighed.

“Or, you could cook him something. Call me old fashioned, but my mama always said the quickest way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. I make mean salmon skin, look at the hunk I bagged.”

They both turned to look at Sooga, who was busy de shelling the fish alongside Sidon. Mipha pursed her little lips, before softly nodding.

“I...suppose that isn’t a bad idea at all. If I can find the courage in my heart to ask him.”

Just then, Kohga noticed Link walking alongside the princess. Small land, honestly. Kohga put his hands to the side of his face, crying out to Link.

“Yo Goldilocks! Mipha’s cookin’ tonight, you want in?!”

Link nodded, giving a thumbs up. Kohga shrugged.

“See? Easy. You just gotta be straightforward with boys.”

Mipha held her face in her hands, obviously embarrassed.

“But what do I do WHEN I make him something?! What do I say? What do I talk about with him?”

Kohga loved Mipha, really he did, but girl needed to stop seeing boys as a lynel, and more along the lines of wild horses. Something to tame, not to fear. He sighed.

“Tell you what. Me and Sooga will join you, sorta like a double date kinda deal. I’ll be there if the date goes bad, and we can dip when the date is going GOOD.”

Mipha looked up from the table with just the softest eyes you’ve ever seen.

“You...would do that, for me?”

“Course, lil red! You’re like, my favorite in the little team of goody two shoes. Plus, free eats, can’t complain-”

She suddenly got out of her seat, and nearly pounced on him for a hug. The things he did for love.

--------------------------------------------

“He here yet?”

“Not quite, but I’m just about done!”

Kohga came back a while later, alongside Sooga. Kohga had his own men helping her in the kitchen, setting up the dining room, everything she could need, Kohga helped with. Kohga scoffed as he put his gift on the dining room table (he’d be remiss if he didn’t bring something to drink for the occasion), lightly pulling up one of her fins, and scoffing.

“Okay, let the boys finish up. Sooga, get to work on this girl, she needs to focus on being as pretty as a fresh stack of banana pancakes.”

Sooga nodded, prompting Mipha to follow him to her bedroom. Kohga was about to see just what she was cooking, before the main doors flew open. Link. Aka, Goldilocks, aka, the guy that never fucking knocked. He was wearing the classic gerudo outfit. A real tits out look, and honestly Kohga would jump on that in a heartbeat.

“Goldilocks! Bit early! How you doing? Mipha will be ready in just a second, take a seat, lemme get you a drink!”

Link nodded. Kohga chatted him up for a minute, serving him a nice glass of banana wine (it’s actually VERY good). When he caught the eyes of Sooga, he pardoned himself and dipped into the hallway. He took one gander at Mipha, and gave a whistle.

“Girl look at YOU! Lookin’ prettier than a pack of opals!”

She really did look like a beauty. Freshly touched lipstick, sharpened nails, her silver jewelry replaced with gold, and instead of her usual blue sash, Sooga somehow managed to find time to make a blue, see through looking dress for her. It fit around her body snugly, but it was a loose, comfortable material, perfect for fashion, and function. Sooga was so talented, getting that together so quickly. Kohga nodded towards Link.

“Go keep him busy, gotta give this girl a pep talk.”

Sooga nodded. Once he left, Kohga carefully put his hands on her shoulders.

“Look at me. Lookin? Okay good. You like this guy, so be you. BUT, you need to let him know you’re interested. Be flirty. Touch his hands, compliment him, fucking, feed him from your plate- make it obvious. You’re a princess. He’s a knight, it’s GONNA happen.”

She nodded firmly, shoulder’s straight as a Lynel’s. 

“I can do this!”

She peered over at Link, and immediately hid behind a wall again.

“I can’t do this! He’s wearing the voe armor!”

“For the love of…”

Kohga sighed. Why did he love all these shy bitches?

“Mipha. You’re gonna make HIM drool, not the other way around. Come on, you’ve got this. I’ll be right here, I’ll make you look good as hell. On three. One. Two. Three!”

He carefully pushed her towards the dining room, and Mipha looked ready to have a heart attack. Poor thing.

“Link! It’s so nice to have you over! I hope my invitation wasn’t sudden!”

Link shook his head. Kohga, sensing things were still awkward, jumped in. He was always the fun one at parties.

“Hey, you know what, we should totally start eating! I heard Mipha made quite the spread, Sooga why don’t you help bring the stuff out?”

Sooga nodded, heading into the kitchen. Kohga gestured for all of them to take a seat (with Mipha sitting right next to Link of course), and him just a bit away from them. Close enough to be supportive, but just far enough to beat it if he was cramping their style. Soon enough, trays of food were brought in, and even Kohga had to admit, he was starved.

“Master Kohga?”

“Yes, Sooga?”

“I’m sorry.”

He was about to ask what for, but then he saw it. Fish dish. Fish dish, not a single dish WASN’T fish. And he couldn’t just NOT eat her food, less he make Mipha’s food look awful. Kohga gulped, and Mipha seemed to catch onto his distress.

“Oh Kohga, I’m so sorry, I forgot you didn’t like fish! Please, let me make you-”

“Nope!”

Kohga could feel his ass sweating. He was really gonna sit here and eat fish, because Mipha deserved it. Link looked over at him, clearly just as confused as anyone else. Kohga forced himself to chuckle.

“I mean...I HATE clam chowder. A lot. It’s gross, it’s squishy, it smells AWFUL. Unless it’s Mipha’s. I LOVE Mipha’s clam chowder! She is just. SUCH  a good cook, I could eat a whole bowl!”

Link looked him right in his face, grabbed a bowl, and filled it completely with clam chowder. He slid the bowl over to him, and Kohga wanted to throw up. That yucky, smelly smell of fish. 

“Son of a bitch..I mean, yum! Thank you, Link.”

Mipha just had to like this blonde asshole. Sooga made a motion to grab the bowl, but Kohga halted him. He was going to do this for Mipha. He took a taste of it, and he fought every urge not to puke. Dear god, the smell and the taste was awful. But he forced himself to swallow, smiling.

“See? I l-like it! So it’s GOTTA be good! Mipha is just, so talented!”

Link seemed satisfied, helping himself to a bowl. Mipha looked at Kohga, clearly worried, but he shook his head. 

“Make it up to me by getting some, Mipha.”

He muttered underneath his breath, forcing himself to eat more. Sooga had no problems, this asshole, eating fish like it was nothing. Mipha pretended like she didn’t know anything was wrong, giving her attention towards Link.

“So, Link! You’ve been over at the Gerudo desert, I take it. Urbosa is doing well, I trust?”

Kohga didn’t pay attention to the one sided conversation, too focused on handling the thick creamy broth. His stomach churned, his head hurt, and he was just. Dying. Not even Sooga could help him. He was going to bail, but he saw it in Mipha’s eyes. She was getting more nervous, and this was JUST from watching Link eat. Oh god this was a mess. He forced himself to think past the creamy mush still left in his bowl.

“So, Link, what do you think of Mipha’s new look? Nice right?”

Link looked her up and down, before giving Mipha a thumbs up. Her cheeks exploded in color, and she looked ready to just melt. Kohga tried not to gag at the fish burp he just had.

“And Mipha, thoughts on Link’s outfit?”

Mipha hesitated, letting herself get a look at him, totally not looking at that titty (atta girl), before softly nodding.

“You had it dyed white, it looks very...nice, Link. It really goes with your golden hair.”

Distracted by her thoughts, she played with a strand of his hair, before suddenly realizing what she was doing. They both looked away, buried in blush, just two, dumb, flirty messes. Oh his girl was KILLING IT. Kohga forced himself to gulp down his bowl (somehow not choking on the chunks), nearly gasping as he finished. Oh that was a mistake. That did NOT feel right. Didn’t matter, Mipha was GETTING somewhere with this guy. He whispered to her, nudging at her side.

“Offer him some of your food.”

“But? He has the same thing in-”

“Say yours is different. Just do it, trust me. Sooga! With me, kitchen, now.”

They dipped into the kitchen, and Sooga immediately handed him a bucket. Just in time for Kohga to purge his guts. Sooga patted his back, sighing.

“No one told you to finish the bowl, Kohga.”

“I am SUPPORTIVE, dammit! She deserves-”

Yet another purge of his guts. He groaned, relying heavily on Sooga to keep him upright.

“If it makes you feel better, I’m VERY proud of you. Going through so much for the sake of her happiness. You’re a wonderful person.”

“Sooga, that’s sweet, but dear god I’m throwing up here, shut the fuck up.”

Kohga was three for three, and he was wondering if it was worth it. Then he peered into the dining room. Mipha was spoon feeding him from her bowl, going so far as to scold him for his messy face, and cleaning it with a cloth napkin. It was adorable, it was sweet, and dear god was this worth it. Sooga chuckled, peering down at Kohga.

“You’re incredible, Master Kohga, letting her have this.”

“I AM pretty great, aren’t I?”

They sat there, watching them. For a moment, for a brief, sweet moment, she wasn’t shy. She was honest with herself, she was even just a bit flirty. And Link looked as if he wasn’t clueless. It was so goddamn sweet, it was worth every second of stomach pain. Kinda.

“Oh it’s coming again- he better marry this girl, or I’m starting the war all the fuck over again.”

He was complaining, sure. But he was really, honestly proud of his little Mipha. He’d do this again and again, if it meant getting to see such a sweet, happy smile.

He just prayed he didn’t have to.

[miraithislife]

Miraith Part 3 <3 (little long oop)

“Did you...ever have a family...?” She asked in a soft, curious voice. Wraith had been nestled warmly by the fireplace in Mirage’s private condo. It was filled with pictures, collectibles, and posters of him, of course, along with all of his trophies and medals from the Games, fan mail, fan art, comics, and practically anything else related to him. 

“My family?” Mirage repeated in surprise, not really expecting her to ask that of him. He was in the kitchen, making them both some warm mugs of hot chocolate to treat the increasingly bitter cold from which they’d just sought refuge. “Well, yea. I have a family. I’m the youngest of four. Four boys. Had to screw around to get attention, you know.” 

Wraith scoffed, “Bet that wasn’t hard for you to do.” She brought the blanket (with a full length Mirage printed onto it) more snugly around her shoulders, having replaced Mirage’s coat, which was hung neatly in the closet by the front door. 

Mirage grinned, “Nope.” He laughed. “We were definitely a handful for our parents.”  

Wraith bit her lip embarrassedly and looked to the crackling flames when realizing she had no idea what those were. She knew everyone had them, she’d heard the term before. Something about it was vaguely familiar. She wanted to ask, but the words stopped in her throat. Would she sound weird for asking such a ridiculous thing? 

What would he think of her if she did? 

What if he thought she was joking?

What would he think when realizing she was being serious?

A pit grew in Wraith’s stomach as her anxieties grew, and she began to get a headache from overthinking. 

It’s Mirage. He’ll understand. She self-consoled. 

Wraith took a breath and asked (after conjuring up the bravery) in a voice soft as silk, “What are parents?” 

Mirage looked over at her. The look in her eyes told him she was being genuine and serious. “Uh,” he began, not wanting his surprise or delay in response to come off judgemental or make her feel bad. “Well...parents are the people who take care of you. Claim you as your own, cause, uh. They gave birth to you? Well no your mom does that part...the dad just--ahem.” He shrugged. “Yea they take care of and love you, basically. Raise ya. All that fun stuff.” He picked out two mugs from the cupboard.

Well, that wasn’t so bad. She thought.

Did she ever have parents...? She wondered.

“You have parents?” She asked.

“Well, yea.” Mirage replied, setting them on the countertop and closing the cupboard. “Everyone has parents, right?” 

Wraith solemnly averted her gaze to her hands, saying quietly. “Right.” 

Mirage winced. “I’m sorry...I didn’t mean--” 

“It’s alright.” She said, rather shortly. 

Mirage rubbed the back of his neck and sighed. “I mean, not everyone has parents.” He said in an attempt to make it better. He shrugged and said in a tone to play it off, “Besides, it’s not like having parents make you cool or anything.” He removed the pitcher from the stove once the water’d heated to the perfect temperature. 

“At least not mine, heh. I mean, what kind of parents tell you you were an accident baby and try to sell you online?” He began pouring the water into each of the mugs, “OnLINE.” He stressed. “And for FREE?” He passionately continued, still holding the steaming pitcher, waving it along with his animated hand gestures and story retelling. Wraith raised the blanket to her mouth, she couldn’t help but softly giggle at his increasing annoyance as he recalled the memory. 

Mirage was too enraged to notice her adorable little laugh. “I mean, hell. Like okay, I was an accident and you wanna sell me, but for free?” He gestured to himself. “I mean, look at me, I’m amazing! I’m handsome, I’m smart, I’ve got fans--I’ve gotta be worth a nice rack of pork chops at the very least. And I was the cutest little thing, too.” Mirage set the pitcher down, crossing his arms and leaning against the refrigerator. He shook his head, confused as to why he was so unwanted, “I had chubby cheeks...I had curls…”

“What were your parents like?” Wraith asked. “Aside from wanting to sell you, of course.” 

“My mom was the sweetest woman you’d ever meet. Beautiful. Smart. Funny. She was great.” Mirage began, the selling incident instantly leaving his mind. He stood and resumed finishing the hot chocolate, adding the cocoa powder. “She was crazy smart. My mother was an engineer. She’d make things, design things, build things, break a few things.” He laughed. “That was always funny.” He laughed again. “She makes me, well, me.” He said, raising his arms to bask in his glory. “Mirage.” 

He plopped a couple marshmallows into each of the mugs. Carefully, he carried the mugs to the living room and set them on the glass coffee table. He moved the gold and red accent pillows on his sleek dark gray couch to allow himself a seat next to Wraith. “She introduced me to illusion-creating tech. And...well, long story short I got obsessed and addicted, went to school and learned about mechanisms and doohickeys and whatchamacallits, and, well, yea, here I am.” He handed her her mug first. 

“Then we made some pretty cool stuff together. My favorites were all the holo tech, I mean come on look at this baby.” He said proudly with a smug look on his face, gesturing to his outfit. “Worked at the bar for who knows how long, heard about the Games and wanted to join, sounded pretty fun. But I didn’t want to leave my mother alone, you know, since everyone else was gone.” His face fell. 

“Until one day she came up to me after a long day of work and gave me a set of customized holo devices and told me to follow my dream.” He looked at her and smiled. “So, I did. And I promised to give her some money to help her get out of some long overdue debts and out of the slums and dirt we’d always lived in. I can finally say I’ve helped make her happy, now. I make sure she’s taken care of before going off to compete, cause you know, never know if that’s my last time seeing her.”

Wraith failed to suppress the warmth that washed over heart. “She sounds amazing.” She took the mug graciously. “Thank you.” 

Mirage smiled, “Yea, she really is. Everything I do now in the Games is for her.”

Wraith couldn’t help but feel her heart warm her chest. She’d always seen Mirage as silly and rather self-centered, but it turned out, to her pleasant surprise, that there were things that truly mattered to him more than just women, fans, or having the spotlight on him. “She’s lucky to have such a great son like you. I’m sure you two have always been really close.” 

Mirage blushed at her compliment, “Thank you.” He wrinkled his nose and shrugged, “Nah, not always. We didn’t really get along that well at first (which was entirely my fault), and we kinda just bonded after my three older brothers died in the Frontier War, so all she had was me by default.” He laughed wryly. “But honestly with the engineering thing, it helped make it work. Now I can’t imagine life without her.” He took a sip from his hot chocolate, only then realizing Wraith hadn’t. 

“Don’t like hot chocolate?” He asked.

“Oh, no, that’s not it.” she replied. “I’ve just never had it.” Her eyes didn’t move from the chocolate tainted white blobs floating in her mug. “What are those?”

Mirage scoffed, “What are those? Only the best things ever!” 

Wraith smiled, “What are they?”

“Marshmallows. Soft, squishy, sweet thingamajigs...I don’t really know what they are, but they make everything a million times better. Especially in hot chocolate.” Mirage replied. “Try it.” 

Wraith looked at him, then back to her mug. Slowly, she curled her full, rounded lips, silently blowing away the steam that arose from the mug, watching it dissipate into the air. She closed her eyes and inhaled the heavenly, chocolatey aroma, exhaling a soft hum of content. Mirage, adorably, watched her place the mug’s rim to her mouth, but couldn’t keep his eyes off her beautifully shaped lips. Keeping her eyes closed, she took a sip. She sighed through her nose in content as the soothing warmth made its way down her throat and through her body, reveling in the cocoa’s richness and the marshmallow’s delicately sweet touch. 

“Mmm.” She opened her eyes and met his. Her heart skipped a beat. The look in his eyes scared her. But...in a good way. There was no doubt he was in total awe and completely enamored of her existence. Mirage couldn’t hide anything from her even if he wanted to, and the throbbing in his chest that burned so fiercely out of love, longing, and desire began to grow to a point at which he couldn’t control or suppress for much longer. 

Her heart raced. 

There was so much she wanted to tell him. 

So much he needed to know. 

So much she wished she had the strength to tell him.

So much she wanted to share with him...in every way possible. 

A blush touching her cheeks, she smiled warmly. “It’s delicious.” 

Mirage beamed. “I’m glad you think so. And that looks good on you, by the way.”

Wraith slightly furrowed her brow, “What does?”

Mirage replied dreamily, “That smile.”

Wraith quickly averted her gaze as her blush deepened, she cleared her throat in attempt to change the subject, “What about your fath--” 

Mirage’s mood changed quickly. “My dad was an absolute scumbag. Was never there. Hit and cheated on my mom. Abused and overworked us boys. Cursed us out. Destroyed the house. Kept us poor and put us down. Drank his life away and took his problems out on us. List goes on and on.” He said with a wave of his hand. 

“Disappeared one day and never came back. Left us dirt poor and starving and took everything my mom owned to sell for money but you know, it was prolla-prabob-parlabol--” He threw his hands up in frustration. “WORDS.” He hastily stood up and made his way to the wall, punching it vehemently. He grabbed his wrist and gasped sharply in pain. He kicked the wall in frustration and sat on the side of his bed, facing the wall. “His leaving was the best thing that ever happened to us.” He ended in spite, fiddling with the straps on his glove. 

Wraith didn’t know what to think.

She had never seen him like this before.

The saddened and angry little boy inside of him was waking up, and she knew that feeling all too well. To feel trapped. To have emotions suppressed and not worked through. To feel resentment and revenge. To want answers. To want to just know why. 

Without a sound, she arose from the cushions and to his side, the bed bouncing a little as she sat. Mirage’s body swayed a little from the movement, his head hung low. Wraith reassuringly laid a hand on his shoulder. “I’m sorry, Mirage. I know that must’ve been very hard for you...to not have someone there when you needed them most, let alone cause so much pain...and to not understand why.” 

Her hand gently turned his face to hers, and the look on his face nearly broke her heart. His face fell, his head hung low, and his eyes were full of sorrow and pain. Angry tears pricked his eyes, and several had begun to make their way down his cheeks. 

Wraith continued, gently cupping his face with her hands and using her thumbs to wipe away his tears, “To have things happen out of your control and suffer from it. Whether it’s you or loved ones. Then you question what you did wrong and what you should’ve done right, as if it’s your fault...taking on that burden.” She lifted his face so their eyes met, and with a gentle motion, she brushed his hair from his face and behind his ear, then caressing his cheek in the same manner he had to her earlier. “But that doesn’t make you wrong in how you feel. Your emotions are valid. It’s okay to cry. It’s okay to be sad. It’s okay to feel hurt. It’s okay to be angry. Just don’t let them define or change who you are.” She smiled. 

Mirage stared at her, speechless.

How did she know what to say? And how to say it? So elegantly and well put?

“That’s...exactly how I feel, Wraith.” Mirage said. He never doubted her past experiences, but the level to which they could relate was so touching it made his heart feel so much lighter. He now knew, finally, at 30 years old, that he wasn’t alone.

Wraith scoffed through a soft laugh. “Well, I know a thing or two about loss and pain.” 

Mirage gently took her hands from his face and cherished them in his, pressing his lips to her knuckles several times, not breaking eye contact. “Well, you’re not alone anymore.”

[aalissy]

Cheek Kisses

Squeee cheek kisses!! How cuteee!! I like this chapter haha <3. I hope you do toooo <3 <3. Lemme know what you think :)

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Adrien worked diligently on the homework in front of him. He and Marinette had both gotten assigned to work in a group together. This had led to the two of them working quietly in the school’s library. Pausing on his mad scribblings, he took a break to stretch before peering at the girl across from him. Their gazes connected and Marinette turned a light shade of pink before ducking her head back down. Clearing his throat quietly, Adrien gestured to the paper in front of her with a small grin, “How’s your work coming?”

Her head peeked back up, her cheeks turning a touch darker. After a brief

moment, she giggled rather nervously, “As well as can be expected really. I just hope Mlle. Mendeleiev doesn’t grade us harshly.”

“Knowing her she probably will,” Adrien rolled his eyes with a playful shrug.

Marinette groaned, her head flopping onto the sheet in front of her, “You’re probably right,” she mumbled.

“Aw come on, Mari,” he nudged her lightly, “I’m sure we’ll do well!”

Her head lifted up slightly, her beautiful, bright blue eyes peering at him before she blew on her bangs, “I know, I’m just exhausted.”

Adrien’s mind drifted off to the increased number of akuma attacks Hawkmoth had been sending recently. He hadn’t really minded because it meant he got to see Ladybug more often but poor Marinette was probably affected. He lowered his head to nestle his chin on his arms to peer more closely at the girl, “Are the akumas keeping you up?”

She chuckled rather dryly, running a hand through her hair as she leaned back up into her seat, “You don’t know the half of it.”

A subtle smile twitched at the edge of his lips. Marinette had no clue she was speaking to the superhero who kept the city safe. Pushing down the amusement, he leaned back to, nodding his head, “Your designs keeping you up late too, then?”

“Y-yep,” Marinette nodded her head quickly as her eyes glanced about the library, “T-that too.”

Choosing to ignore her obvious discomfort, Adrien picked up his pencil once again, “Suppose we had better get started on our assignment, then. Wouldn’t want you to stay up too late working on this too,” he gave her a crooked smile. 

“You’re right, you’re right,” she gave a decisive nod before she returned to her own paper.

The two worked together comfortably for the rest of the time, occasionally asking the other questions and what they were going to say. They finished rather quickly and even had time to edit for a bit. Eventually, when it was time to leave, Marinette fidgeted with her backpack as they stood nearby Adrien’s limo.

 “Did you need a ride, Marinette?” he asked, tilting his head at her curiously.

“No no! It’s fine! I can walk!” she blurted out before gulping quietly. He looked down at her as she took a step closer to him. Her blue eyes peeked up at him from beneath her lashes, “Thank you for cheering me up today, Adrien, really.”

He beamed down at her, about to remark on how he did nothing when the designer stood up on her tip-toes, brushing a sweet kiss to his cheek. He blinked for a few seconds, his cheek tingling slightly as his hand came to cup the spot she had touched with her lips. Adrien’s mouth slowly closed as Marinette’s cheeks turned a bright red, “Thanks again! Go gotta! Important meeting bakery! Tomorrow see you!”

He watched the young girl bolt away with a fond smile before he slid into his limo. It was only when he got home in the safety of his bedroom that he realized he was still cupping his cheek gently. Removing it quickly, Adrien shook his head once before sitting on the edge of his bed.

“You gonna dream about pigtails tonight?” Plagg snickered, lazily floating out of the boy’s pocket.

“What? No! Plagg!” he scolded his kwami who merely chuckled at him. His point would have been more accurate if his cheek wasn’t still tingling and his hand wasn’t itching to text Marinette to see if she made it home safe.

The small, black cat shook his head at him, “Sure you won’t. Now where’s my cheese, I’m starving!” Adrien scrunched his nose in disgust before tossing a piece of camembert to the kwami. Plagg ate it up in one bite, licking his lips noisily after he did so, “What are you gonna do about Marinette? She’s kissed you twice on the cheek now.”

“Yeah, because we’re friends, Plagg,” Adrien’s arms gestured about wildly.

“Uh-huh,” the kwami crossed his arms in disapproval, “So you’re saying you felt nothing when she kissed you?”

“I-I what,” Adrien spluttered, his cheeks turning a bright red as Plagg’s words brought an image of Marinette and him actually kissing in his brain. Stop, stop! Marinette doesn’t see you like that!! You can’t let Plagg just tease you like this! And you’re supposed to be in love with Ladybug, he shook his head harshly at himself, trying to erase the image that seemed to be burning in his eyes.

“Yeah, that reaction is telling me you totally did,” his kwami cackled at him.

“Shut up, Plagg,” he hissed, “Marinette and I didn’t kiss like that! And we’re good friends! It’d be weird if I felt nothing when she kisses my cheek.”

Plagg nodded his head slowly, a smirk spreading across his face when Adrien emphasized the word cheek, “So you’d feel the same if Alya kissed your cheek then?”

“What?! No, of course not!” he looked at his kwami confusedly before shaking his head, “I-I mean yes! But no! Ugh, I’m done talking about this with you. You confuse me! You already know I’m in love with Ladybug!”

“Hey, I’m only trying to help you,” the cat said with a quiet snicker.

“Yeah, yeah, sure you are,” Adrien rolled his eyes at his kwami before turning away, “How about you try helping me with Ladybug instead?”

When Plagg said nothing, he turned back around to face him. His kwami was staring at him silently. Raising an eyebrow at him, Plagg eventually sighed, nodding his head slowly, “Ladybug. You only want help with Ladybug.”

Adrien’s eyebrow raised higher, “Yeah, course I do. Marinette and I are great friends. That’s all,” he brushed away the image of them kissing that was still rattling around in his brain.

“Ok, I can do that too,” Plagg sighed once again to Adrien’s bright grin. When the model had safely retreated to the bathroom to brush his teeth, the small god shook his head slowly, “If only you knew I was trying to help you woo the same girl.”

[bnhavibes]

Can I have some touch starved boys? Shinso, Todoroki, Kirishima, and Aizawa with a girlfriend who is also very touch starved?

GOD BLESS YOUR THIRST MY DEAR

Shinsou, Hitoshi

god bless this baby bOI

he wouldn’t be so obvious about his needs around you

especially in public

but the second you rub against his body??? whew!🤧

you could literally be sitting on his lap as you watch your friends act stupid at a bonfire, and rub against his lap as you wiggle back into his chest for warmth.

the unintentional grinding surprises him, so he sinks his teeth into the crook of your neck to avoid moaning. (noting the heat of your skin on his tongue)

holding onto you by your waist tightly

he wants to hold you close, but not in front of your friends

god, he’d probably make some excuse to leave

“yeah i forgot to feed my cat”

????? he doesnt even have a cat

the car ride is intense silence, and the walk up his stairs makes you tremble in excitement

once in his room, you’re immediately showered with kisses

so much touching, grabbing and nipping

he’s like a puppy

“I’ve missed you so much.” skskskksiwiwywy

he probably doesn’t even need to have intercourse with you

just the taste of your skin, and the feel of your teeth around his flesh, that would suffice

but you cant help yourself as you jump into his arms

wrapping your legs around his hips tightly and pulling him in as close as possible

his panting makes it hard to focus on the task at hand, but GOD does he sound so cute when he’s breathless

He’d use his quirk a bit to speed things up

Ripping his own clothes off as you do yours at his command

Loves it when you run your fingers through his hair.

Especially when you’re making out with him

You’ll literally feel his nails dig into your hips when you do it, his hands pressing your down onto his lap with desperation

Will aggressively finger you while attacking your clit with his tongue as you bounce on his face until your tears brim your eyelids and your cheeks are bright red with overstimulation

And when hes done with that??????

Immediately flips you onto the bed, pinning your arms above your head as he enters you.

He’s shaky as he adjusts to you, his arousal starting to ease into primal instinct

He wants to feel every inch of your body

Scrapes against your walls so strategically you’d think he’s made a mold out of your sex, and knows every single crevice like the back of his hand.

Likes to grip you every chance that he gets.

Nuzzles his face into your skin any and every opportunity he can.

Doesn’t notice how much you’re doing the same.

“Did you want me to look like I lost a fight with my vaccuum, kitten?” he says when he notices the marks you left on his neck and shoulders.

“It’s better than losing a fight to my fist.”

“Hmmph. I wouldn’t suggest looking in the mirror then.”

You gasp as your eyes snap to the nearest mirror.

Your whole lower half was riddled in bite marks and red bruises(especially the bottom of your ass cheeks where his knuckles were pounding into your core).

“Don’t look at me like that. You asked for it.”

Todoroki, Shouto

ummmm, hello he’s a fucking TEASE

once he k n o w s that you’re feeling horny??? game over.

“Let’s stay in and watch our own movie, Shouto, we don’t have to go with the rest of the class!”

“But we already told them we would be going, don’t you wanna be class president this year?”

“Yes, but, I— uhhhm.. I really wanna stay in tonight!”

He’d give you a side glace before putting his jacket on with a sly smile.

“You’re gonna make us late.” He’d say as he crawls over your soft body before planting soft kisses around your jawline

“I, I don’t care— I need you.” You blush as he rubs circles on your hip with his thumbs.

“I know.” He whispers on your skin, giving it a soft kiss before doing the same to your lips.

So, so, so much passion in his touch.

He can’t get enough of his name escaping your lips as he rolls his hips into yours.

Expect many soft grunts, sighs of relief, hums of approval and sweet nothings in your ear

“You’re so beautiful.”

Caresses your body as he defiles you, appreciating every curve and dip in the sculpture that is your temple

Eye contact— HEAVY eye contact. He will uncome above you as you stare into his mismatched eyes.

He’s holding himself up on his elbows around your head, your small frame complimenting his broad body.

“I love you, Shouto.” sends him over the edge, his final thursts digging into you as deep as he can.

“I love you more, baby.” He whispers after he catches his breath.

Kirishima, Ejirou

UMMMMM WHO SAID YOU COULD LOOK SO CUTE IN YOUR EXERCISE UNIFORM???

?????!!!!!!!!?????? manly boi gets so FLUSTERED when he see’s you after a class workout

Gets defensive if Monoma calls him out

“IM NOT STARING!!! I’m just— making sure my — baby wasn’t pushed too far!”

Blushes R E A L hard when he catches himself calling you his baby.

Wolf whistles and cooes from both of your classes ensue as you drag him off to the dorms, an awkward blush prominent on your face.

“B-Baby! I shouldn’t have said that— I, uh, geez this isn’t gonna be so manly but uh, I guess you could say I was staring at you. I... Yeah! I was staring at your awesome bod, and I—“

Your lips crash onto his before you push him into the elevator.

???? Poor baby shark is shook.

But he can’t just keep his hands to himself while you kiss him.

He feels his heart pound against his chest as you slide your tongue into his mouth.

When you reach his floor, you part from his lips, a string of saliva the only thing keeping you connected.

“I was thinking about you all day, too.” You confess in a sultry voice.

Can people heart eyes in real life??? cause that’s exactly how he’d look at you as you led him to his own room.

he lost count of the amount of times where you just stopped in your tracks to pull him into a deep kiss in the hallway.

it was enough times for him to snap, picking you up by your ass and charging into the boys locker room, not even caring to close the door as you ground your heat onto his crotch.

he’d lay you on the nearest surface, even if it’s barely enough for you to sit on.

skips the foreplay for once, pulling your clothes off frantically before you leap back into his arms

he steps into the nearest shower (being sweaty is so not manly) turning it on to the hottest you can take

he’s so fucking ready for you, you can feel his heartbeat against your own as he presses your back onto the cold tile

“Baby, I— I want you so bad. I know it seems lewd of me, but... Heh, well you know more about being lewd than me, huh? Just the look on your face right now...”

Your lips would crash again, teeth clashing as you both went in for a passionate and totally fucking kinky makeout session

He’d shove himself into your without warning, maneuvering your legs until your hips were spread in the perfect position between his own, thursting into you fully as your head tossed back against the wall

“You feel.... soo amazing, my goddess— you, ohhh. You’re all mine, right? This is all m-my love you’ve got.”

You’re in heaven as he grinds your bodies together, your nails catching the skin in his shoulders.

His grunts make you want to scream his name to show how hard he’s working (,:

Hes such a good boy🥺🥺 so you gotta tell him!!!

“Ohhhh!~ Yyyeees! It’s all yours, Ki—Kiri!~” You moan for him, resulting in deeper thrusts and ohhhh the most invigorating sounds from his throat

“Tell me.. who’s.. your M A N?”

“Fuck, it’s YOU, Red Daddy Riot! Oh, you’re so manly, plowing into me so good!! You’re always gonna be my man, ohhh! The!! Only... MAN— OH EJIROU, im gonna cU-UHHHNNNBHH”

He’s hardened inside you, your insides bruising at his rough edges but quaking as your orgasm hits you.

He can feel your insides fluctuating spasms around him, and he releases into you briefly before pulling out and resting his head on your shoulder.

smol pecks grace your collarbone as he watches his seed drip out of you and spill onto the floor

hehehehehehhehehe i hope you liked this!

you literally chose some of the bEST bois🥺🥺😭😭🥺😭😭

but

i couldnt do aizawa yet cuz.... ive got something like this planned for him 🤧🤧🤧🥴🥴🥴 just like a bit different because reader is actually a college student of his

ANYWAYSSSSS um ya ily bye

[emptymasks]

Can you do something like is the first Third Sunday and Yancy is like "nah they forgot about me" and then reader really goes to see him and what's his reaction, sorry I just need more him 😪

first visitation // yancy x reader

So How About That Date? ( A Heist With Markiplier x Reader Collection [SFW])

Pairing: Yancy / Gender-Neutral Reader

Words: 1808

Rating: General Audiences

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Tags: gender neutral reader |  Hurt/Comfort | Emotional Hurt/Comfort | Comfort | Fluff and Hurt/Comfort | Hugs | Everyone Needs A Hug | Fluff | POV Second Person | Alternating POV

Notes: got my first request done! got another 14 more to get through, it’s a little overwhelming but it gives me more material and inspiration for hitting that 50k for nanowrimoand you can keep those requests coming in, i’m also taking ones for yancy x illinois because that’s a thing i ship now

November 17th.

The datestood out on the fairly plain calendar that hung on your bedroom wall, you’dcircled the square containing the date vigorously in blue highlighter that wasprobably seeping through the shiny paper, but that didn’t matter. In fact you’dcircled every third Sunday starting from the thirtieth of October onward,perhaps with the occasional hearts and stars doodled there as well.

Threeweeks, three whole weeks since Yancy had single-handedly gotten you out ofHappy Trails Penitentiary and if someone had asked you if you’d ever be happyto go back there you would have laughed. That someone would have probably beenMark. But he was off god knows where now. When the guards had gone through thewall to recover his injured or possibly dead body, he was nowhere to be found.You decided not to dwell on your old partner, and focused on your new friend…who maybe you wanted to be more than just a friend.

You wouldhave never thought you’d be so happy and excited to step back in that prison,but the thought of seeing Yancy again crushed any dread you felt about theplace. That last exchange you’d had through that steel gate… He’d been sogleeful as he’d led you out and then had looked to dejected when you’d asked ifhe was coming with you, clearly not thinking he was worth anything out in therest of the world. But then he’d told you about visitation, he’d mentionedparole. You’d heard from the other inmates that whenever parole came aroundYancy would get himself in some trouble or mess around to avoid being grantedparole. He’d even said to you (or sang to you) he was praying he wouldn’t getparole. It broke your heart to think he wanted to be stuck in there forever. Itbroke your heart more that you couldn’t be with him. He was right, you didn’tfit in there, but you’d been missing him terribly over these last few weeks.They’d passed so slowly but now the third Sunday was finally here!

You’dalready gotten everything ready and laid out the night before, you didn’t wantto spend the morning fussing over what to wear or what to bring and end upbeing late. It felt like time whip-panned around as you got dressed, grabbedyour bag and made your way to the bus stop, and in no time at all you werefidgeting and intertwining your hands in a waiting room scattered with otherpeople visiting their friends and family and loved ones. You kept your head lowunder your hat but no one seemed to recognise you the slightest… you’d questionit if it wasn’t far from the strangest thing that’s happened to you.

As you wereall ushered through into the visitation room the realisation of what wasactually happening and oh god what if he didn’t want to see you? I mean, it wasa pretty stupid though, you two had become friends and you hoped started tocare about each other. And he told you to come, hadn’t he? You sat down andthat little bit of anxiety bubbled through you but you just focused on keepingyour gaze fixed on the door.

—–

It wasvisitation day, huh… Not that Yancy had been keeping track or nothing, no ofcourse not… But he’d never really even had an inkling of when visitation daywas before you came along had he? And here he was probably getting his hopesall up over nothing. God, why’d he have to be so stupid to tell you whenvisitation was? You were out now, in the big outside world. You could be doingall sorts of things, hell you could have moved away and hopped on the first busaway from here. It’s not like you had any reason to stay… And even if you werearound, it’s not like you had any reason to remember him, you’d probablyforgotten all about him by now.

Shit, he’deven thought about trying harder for parole. He wondered if you’d even heardhim mumbling that he’d maybe try for parole, he’d said it so quietly with hishead bowed, as if afraid to admit to himself that he was fond of you,incredibly fond of you, fond enough that he was considering giving up thisprison life, this family he’d found, just to be out there with you. Not thatthe outside world was any more appealing… but the thought of getting to spendall his time with you, especially in a place where it was just the two of yous…

He wassnapped out of his thoughts be a clanging against the bars of his cell.

“Yancy, getup,” There was a guard at his door. Why was there a guard at his door?

“Hey,what’s this about? I ain’t done nothing, I’ve been behaving myself-”

“You’ve gota visitor.”

Yancy feltlike time stopped for a second. A visitor? It couldn’t be you… but whoelse was there? Perhaps this was just done mix-up and someone had dome to visittheir dear cousin Jancy and the guard has misheard… that was plausible right?Jancy was totally a name right? It felt more plausible than you actually comingback here.

He followedthe guard anyway, he didn’t really have a choice, and tried not to hold hisbreath and hope.

—–

You watchedas a steady stream of prisoners came through the door, some of which yourecognised and they looked at you with a surprised or confused look, apart fromSparkles McGee who gave you a wink and a grin and you wondered if he knewsomething you didn’t. Yancy hadn’t been talking about you had he? I mean…perhaps you hoped he had been. You were hoping he’d missed you as much as you’dmissed him. Hell, if he’d only missed you half the amount that you’d missed himthat would still be a hell of a lot.

Finally yousaw him, shuffling at the back of the line, eyes staring at the ground. Heseemed a mix between confused and like he just wanted to dart back to his cell.The guard poked him in the arm and then pointed at you. His eyes met yours andthey widened and he blinked as if checking he really was seeing you.

“Get onover there then,” The guard prodded Yancy again, starting to push him towardsyou to get Yancy’s legs moving.

He slowlywalked over to you in a daze and stopped at the bench opposite you across thesmall table. He didn’t sit down, he just kept staring at you.

“Yous…really came?” His voice sounded so small.

“Of courseI did, you said visitation was every third Sunday, remember?”

“Well yeah,but I didn’t… think yous would…” He trailed off, mumbling into his chest andyour heart broke.

“Yancy, whywouldn’t I come?” You tried to peer up and get a better look at his face. “Whywould you think I wouldn’t come?”

“I don’tknows… There’s just a lotta stuff out there, don’t know why yous would wannacome back in here, especially if you got caught after we bust you outta here… Iwouldn’t want yous getting in any trouble over me…and yous must have plenty ofbetter things to be doing out there and I’m not…”

Oh youcouldn’t bear this. He looked so forlorn and you hated that he thought youcould ever forget about him. You stood up and in a few steps you were pullinghim into you, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I couldnever forget about you, Yancy. The best thing I can think of to do with mytime, the thing I want to do the most, is spend time with you. I missed you somuch.” You hoped that didn’t come off too strong but you just needed him toknow that you cared.

“Missed youtoo, doll.” He murmured into your neck and finally seemed to relax.

You couldhave stayed there forever like that, but you remembered you were not the onlytwo people in the room and you reluctantly pulled away.

“Oh,Yancy,” There was some wetness around his eyes and you brushed it away. “Comeon, sit down.”

You went towalk back around the table, but he held onto the sleeve of your jacket. Itseemed like he wanted to curl himself into you, the poor boy was probablytouch-starved. You twisted your hand in his grip so you could link yourfingers, before going to sit opposite him, pulling on his hand to get him tofinally sit down and earning a laugh out of him.

Youlistened to him as he relayed all of the latest antics that had been happening,Bambam stabbed the newest guard, someone heard the Warden finally say ‘fuck’(although no one knows who it was too as they all had their ears pressedagainst the door), and a pigeon got stuck in the mess hall for three days andthey named him Ritchie.

It was hardto hear that visitation was over and you had to part ways again. Determined notto let him leave without another hug you brought him back into your arms.

“Just threemore weeks, then you’ve got to deal with me again,” You smiled. “And hey, Ithink I’m allowed to bring you gifts, right? Anything you want? That you won’tget in trouble for having, of course.”

“Yousreally don’t gotta do anything like that for me.” He smiled and shook his head.

“But I wanttoo! I can smuggle you in sweets and books and uh…” You thought about how muchhe didn’t seem to want to let go of you. “How about I bring something for youto cuddle when I’m not around? If, uh, if that’s not weird…”

“S’notweird… Yous would really want to do something like that… for me?”

“Of course.I care about you, Yancy-”

“Yancy!Tell your sweetheart you’ve got to go, come on back to your cell.” The guardfrom the back of the room called out.

Both of youflushed at the word ‘sweetheart’ and the implication that you were his.

“Yousshould probably-”

“I shouldprobably get back-”

Both of youchuckled as you talked over each other. You were aware of your face feelingwarm and god you hoped you weren’t blushing too much.

“I’ll seeyou in three weeks, Yancy. I’ll miss you.”

“Yeah, I’llmiss you too.”

As you leftyou were already making a mental list of what you could bring him as gifts.That boy was about to get some sort of stuffed animal whether he wanted one ornot.

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[imagines-dreams]

Working at Jacobi’s and Falling for Race - Racetrack Higgins Headcanons

So you work at Jacobi’s Deli, and you see the newsies often

Sometimes, it’s just a handful, Jack and Dave and Les, but sometimes, they fill up the entire store

Race included

Race always flirted with you, alwayssss

He never stopped

Every single word out of his damn mouth was for flirting

And like every server, you just smiled, blushed, and did your job.

Still, you couldn’t help but develop a slight crush on him.

Which was stupid of course

He probably flirted with all the girls

Especially if he was flirting with a waitress he only saw once a week

But nah, that was not the case at all, man

Race was enamored the first time he saw you

He walked into Jacobi’s and couldn’t breathe the moment he saw you

And since then, he couldn’t find any other girl attractive

Sure there were pretty girls, but next to you??? Nothing. They were dull, meh compared to your beauty

So, Race stopped flirting with girls on the street and started flirting with you

He enjoyed seeing you blush and giggle and smile whenever he said something

“Thanks for the water, angel.”

“My day just got better! How are you doing?”

“Highlight of my day, getting some water from you.”

Oh god, the first time he heard you giggle, like Race already was head over heels, but like your laugh was just the killing blow

It was like the gates of heaven was opening up. Like, he thought he died, and as the gates opened up for him and the angelic choir wasn’t a choir of angels, it was you and your shy giggle

Honestly heaven

He didn’t want to ask you out though

He knew that he was putting you on a pedestal

Race knew he had to get to know you

Or at the very least, ask you out when you weren’t working

Cuz thats rude

So he just keeps flirting with you

So he can get that feeling of heaven when you laugh

Then, it becomes his goal to work harder to sell papes faster. Cuz the faster he sells papes, the faster he gets to see you.

He keeps his fingers crossed that one day he will be so early that you won’t be working, and he can actually talk to you instead of just telling you how beautiful you are

Ironically, the first time he finds you off work is when you’re closing the shop.

You were just leaving and locking the door when Race opened the door just as you did, out of breath and flushed from sprinting to get to you

The two of you were so close to each other, and you immediately apologized and stepped away from him.

While Race smiled, even though his cheeks were burning from happiness, embarrassment, and just so many emotions.

“Hey,” he said in such a soft voice

“Hi,” you replied. “I was just, uh, locking up. But, if you want some water-”

“No, no, I’m not here for that.”

Without thinking, you asked, “What are you here for?”

“You.” 

That boy’s smirk could melt the Arctic you swear to god.

You blushed and managed to say, “Well, uh, I’m here.”

“Yeah, you are.” Race shook his head. “Uh, can Is walk you home maybe, if ya want to. You can say no, if you wants to.”

Race was just so nervous. He knew you probably just saw him as a flirt, not as someone capable of walking you home. 

And you allowed him to walk you mostly there, telling him you weren’t going to lead him to your home

He understood, and finally finally he got to talk to you. 

The two of you talked the entire way, and you purposely took a longer route, just to talk to him more

You hoped he didn’t notice

He totally noticed hes a newsie he knows the streets of New York like the back of his hand

 But still, he dropped you off a few blocks from your home

“It was, uh, wonderful talking to you, Race.”

“Pleasure was all mine, Misses.” He removed his cap and bowed lowly.

You laughed and curtsied a little and when he left, you went home

It became a routine.

Race walked you straight home after his shift

He didn’t even eat dinner, he would push back dinner to walk you home

When you found out, you were furious and worried.

“What do you mean you haven’t eaten!? It’s so late.”

“Well, I mean, I don’t want to miss walking you home.” It was the first time Race avoided looking at you.

You smiled. “Wait here.”

A few minutes afterward, you emerged from the shop with a brown bag full of goodies. 

“Wait, gorgeous, I can’t just take all those from you. Yous got-”

“No, you haven’t eaten.” You held up the bag. “So, we’re going to eat dinner on the way home.”

Race took the bag and peaked inside. “This ‘as gotta cost ya more dimes than the daily run. I can’t-”

“Yes you can.” You pushed the bag to him. “If you don’t take the food, I won’t let you walk me home.” You crossed your arms and watched as Race argued with himself. 

Then, he sighed and laughed. “Yous too good for me, aren’t ya?”

It wasn’t true. At least, you didn’t think it was.

I mean, in front of you was a boy who had to work every day of his life just to survive, and he would rather delay dinner after his long day selling papers to walk you home.

So, you kissed his cheek. 

And boy, the boy recoiled from you, his entire face was red, and he was staring at you with the widest eyes you’ve ever seen.

You didn’t look too different either. 

You felt hot and were blushing everywhere and you were staring at the ground listening to your heart beat in your ears and praying that he wouldn’t run away.

He didn’t.

Race reached out for you hand, intertwining his fingers with yours

“Race?”

“Yes?”

You blinked so many times to make sure you weren’t dreaming. Race was holding your hand and his face was so close to yours and he looked so handsome in the moonlight

 “What” -you gulped- “What are you… I…”

“Can I kiss you?”

Without hesitation, you nodded.

And when his lips met yours, oh my god, it was the best feeling

You kissed his back, pushing your lips against his and trying to wrap your head around the fact that that boy, the boy who walked you home for weeks and flirted with you for even longer than that and made you laugh and smile, was kissing you and holding your hand

And oh god the way he kissed you, you could tell that he had been holding back. He had wanted this for a long time, and he was showing it, because not a second into your kiss, Race put the bag of food down and let go of your hand to grab you by the waist and pull you closer to him

You gasped against him, letting out a small giggle, but your lips were together again

Race smiled and pulled away just to say, “Surprise ya, angel?” before kissing you again and pulling you closer, not that you minded, nope you did not mind at all

Suddenly, you were pushed against the door of Jacobi’s with Race’s body pushed up against yours as the two of you continued kissing, your hands wandering to his hair, and your pretty sure his cap fell off, but Race didn’t seem to notice or if he didnt, he obviously didn’t care.

Since Race didn’t have to hold your waist so you were flush against him, his hands went to your cheeks, gently stroking your face and trying to memorize how soft your skin felt against his

It was only when you couldn’t breathe that you pulled away, your hands on his chest and his hands tangled in your hair, and you were still reeling from everything you felt. The happiness, the joy, the nervousness, the heat, the excitement

Race, however, was just acting on the emotions he was feeling, and since your lips were tired, he just kissed your forehead and hugged you close, needing to feel some sort of physical connection to you

You laughed. “That took us long enough, yeah?”

“Us? That was you!”

“Was not!”

“Was too!”

You kissed him quickly. “Was not.”

… Race.exe has stopped working

“Yeah, was not, you’re right.”

You giggled. “Thank you.” You bent down, picked up the brown bag, and handed it to him. “Now, someone needs to take me home.”

Race grabbed his hat and tipped it. “Yes, ma’am.” He held out his arm for you.

You gladly looped your arms through his and walked home with him.

Since then, the two of you were head over heels in love and you weren’t afraid to show it.

Race came by Jacobi’s at least twice a day before you had to close up shop. Once for food and for flirting with you. Twice to catch you on your break and either talk, eat, or make out.

Then it was walking you home, which, depending on how touch starved the poor newsie was, included a small kiss or a heated makeout session in the alleyway by Jacobi’s

You always had a dinner prepared for him, too

You were better off than he was, so you paid for all his dinners

Race was very upset about this, but you insisted

The boy needed to eat more than just the crusts of bread every now and then.

And so, because of this (and because he admired you so much), he started trying his best to save money.

It was hard and difficult to do so, being a newsie and all, but after about a year of saving nickels and finding pennies on the street, he had finally saved up enough to take you out on a proper date.

By then, the two of you had been together for over a year, still being cute, still walking you home, still making him dinner, and some new things too

Like hanging out with the other newsies, being friends with Katherine, and the newsies knowing how touchy feely you and Race were with each other

So, Race asked Jacobi for a favor.

One day, you came into work, but the atmosphere was different. Your boss was being weirdly quiet and secretive, and whenever you asked why, he just shrugged and said how it was going to be a good day.

Also Race didn’t come by during your first shift like he usually did

The other newsies did, so you asked them if they’d seen him

They acted weirdly too, avoiding the question, hitting and shushing each other

Then, when it was time to take your break, and Jacobi insisted you go outside for some reason

You asked him what he wanted you to do, and he just kinda shooed you out of the shop and told you to take as long as you needed

Where you found Katherine with a large box 

“Hey!”

“…What’s going on?”

“Something wonderful!” She squealed and pulled you to a public washroom nearby. “Here, look!” She opened her box, and you gasped.

A beautiful dress, like the ones Katherine wore

“What… Is this…”

“One of mine tailored to fit you?” Katherine nodded. “I know you loved this dress, and honestly, I have too many, and you don’t have enough, so I decided to give it to you as a present!” She pulled the dress out to place on top of you and made sure that it looked like it would fit. “And what better day than today!”

You blinked several times. “I’m not even sure what today is.”

“Don’t worry yourself about that.” She shoved the dress towards you and pushed you into one of the stalls. “Now, change!”

You changed into the beautiful dress and couldn’t help but twirl and show it off in front of Katherine and the mirror.

“Look at you!” Katherine beamed. “Oh, he’s going to love this!”

You nodded. “I can’t wait to show Race. Thank you so much, Katherine.” You stared at yourself in the mirror and admired how well the dress fit you and how well the skirt flared when you twirled. “I’ll be sure to wear this next time I have time off.”

Katherine smirked.

“What’s that face?” You pointed at your friend. “Katherine, I know that face. Last time you made that face, you were plotting, and I-”

“Come on!”

“Wait!” You grabbed your old clothes just as Katherine pulled you out of the bathroom. “Katherine, I need to go back to work!” 

Katherine pulled you past Jacobi’s.

“Wait, Race never met me for my lunch break! Katherine!”

“Don’t worry about it. Just trust me!”

Soon, you were getting shoved into a restaurant, an actual sit down restaurant where women wore nice dresses and men had to take off their hats.

Everyone stared at you when you got inside

You could feel their stares weigh you down, so you turned around just to bump into someone. 

“I’m sorry. I-”

“Aw, sweetheart, wheres you headin’ to?”

You blinked a few times. You gazed up at him. “Race? What…” You turned to look at all the fancier folk before paying attention to your boyfriend again. “Why…”

“Because I finally have enough money to take you to this kinda place.” He shrugged. “Wait here.”

He talked to the host and you were just starstruck.

Your newsie boyfriend didn’t have a hat for once in his life. His blonde curls were out in the open. He was wearing a button up and a vest and actual trousers. The shirt was a tad loose and the vest had a mismatched button, but wow, he looked good. Really good.

The blush settled in your cheeks by the time Race got back to you. “Come on, doll.”

You and Race followed the host to your table. 

Race pulled your chair out like a gentleman before sitting down across from you.

“Race, what is this? How-”

“I’ve been saving up!” He stood up straighter, so proud of himself.

You laughed. “Race, this is wonderful, but you know you don’t have to-”

“Yes, I do.” Race reached for your hand across the table and rubbed your knuckles. “You’re my partner, my amazing, wonderful, beautiful person, and you get me dinner every single day.” He shrugged. “Plus, I wanted to.”

So, the two of you had a fancy lunch together. With coffee instead of water and pasta instead of bread and dessert to top it all off. 

You and Rac fought over who paid for what. He supposedly could afford the entire thing and end up with a few cents in his pocket, but you couldn’t have it.

So, you paid for coffee, he paid for everything else.

The two of you left, happy

Race and you are constantly teased by the Newsies, and while yes, you were shier than your boyfriend, you eventually grew comfortable sitting in his lap during breaks and the kisses on cheeks.

Race loves you, and you love him, and honestly, nothing could ever change that.

[that-yandere-life]

Can I get a a Steve and Peter Parker headcanons where their obsessions are very affectionate towards them please? 💞

[Warning: Slight NSFW and as always Peter is 18+ in my HC’s]

Steve Rogers-

It was like a dream come true for him when you started showing him your affectionate side.

At first when you met he wondered if you would ever feel the same about him, now he got to hold you whenever he wanted to.

Poor baby boy is definitely touch starved so please touch him.

Most of the time he had to be Captain America so for him to see he could just be Steve with you, needless to say it changed his life.

PDA used to freak him out because he felt like the public’s eyes were constantly on him, but with you he gets tunnel vision full of heart eyes.

No one else in the world existed when he was with you, you were it for him.

You were who he envisioned himself marrying before the War he just didn’t realize it until he found you.

In the beginning when he would have a bad mission or a nightmare he wouldn’t want to bother you.

However once you two become more intimate he needs you, needs to know that you are there and okay.

So sometimes you gotta be the big spoon and hold him, providing reassurance.

Run your fingers through his hair, he will practically start purring like a kitten.

Loves when the affection you show each other leads to passionate lovemaking.

Where he can express to you every emotion he experiences with each movement and sweet breathless words exchanged.

Wears any marks you leave on him like a badge of honor, his way of telling the world how much he absolutely adores you, and you him.

Wants you to put his clothing on around the house, go ahead and wear it outside too so no one could mistake that you were together.

Glad that if he needed to he could probably kidnap you with little to no resistance.

Of course you of all people would understand that he needed to protect you.

Nothing is going to threaten your relationship, he would take care of any threat posed before you even heard what happened.

Out of all the people he has lost, you will not be one of them.

Peter Parker-

Please keep your hands on the Peter Parker [ride] at all times.

Holding hands, hugging, kissing, sex, cuddling, any type of affection is not only welcome but required for him.

Trails behind you like a lost puppy dog, literally absorbing any attention you give him into his very soul.

Has had a really hard life and you are the only soft loving thing he has in it.

Would do literally anything for you, not wanting to upset you or make you mad.

Because if he made you mad then you could withhold your affections and he honestly didn’t know if he could handle that at this point.

Sleeping in bed together, he is like a sloth holding you so close to his body not letting you move an inch in any direction.  

Literally you would have to kick him awake if you needed to pee in the middle of the night.

Don’t think that he wouldn’t groggily follow you to the bathroom either, but it’s totally because he has to go too.

Definitely not because he doesn’t want to be away from you for even a moment.

With Peter sex is either an incredibly emotional and romantic experience… or he fucks you into the mattress so hard you forget your own name.

Either way you still feel his love translate through each touch and whisper of either tooth-rotting sweetness or utter filth.

Aftercare is important to him, there is no way he is going to let you feel any discomfort.

Bringing you water, supplies to clean yourself with, and of course one of his hoodies.

Cuddles you close to him just cupping your face unable to believe how lucky he is to have someone who gets him the way you do.

Never thought he would find someone who would let him be as extra as he is, quickly you became his everything.

Of course if you ever said you needed more space he would give it to you, but he would be a sad Peter until he could cling full force again.

The fact that you want to be around him gives him relief that he doesn’t have to take you from your life, you can just be together normally.

To be fair no one could ever love you the way he does, and god help anyone who tries.

[Thank you so much for your request! This was a really cute and fluffy idea! I love how it turned out and I hope that you do too!

[plusultra420]

Chapstick

pairing: Tomura Shigaraki x reader

genre: fluff

i fucking love my crusty boi sm uwuwu e n j o y

masterlist

Scritch scritch.

You looked up from your position on the couch, head hanging off the cushions and legs extended above your head, book in hand. Tomura was scratching his neck yet again, index and middle finger digging into his dry, scarred skin. You sighed, closing your book and setting it on the couch before melting off of it, back gliding against the cold ground.

"Shig, it's never gonna heal if you keep-" You began, only to be cut off.

"I know. Shut up." The boy continued scratching, more in rebellion this time than out of nervous habit. You were about to sigh and give up like you usually did, but that was before you heard a momentary silence and saw a small amount of blood smeared on the fingers he was now examining.

"Alright, that's it." You hopped up and marched over to the bar, grabbing Tomura's wrist.

"What do you think you're do-" He began to question you, but now it was your turn to cut him off.

"Shut up and walk." Tomura probably would have disintegrated you right then and there if you had been anyone else, but he'd taken a liking to you ever since you'd joined the league. Okay, maybe a bit more than a liking. Ah, who was he kidding, he was totally crushing on you. Not that he'd ever let anyone find out.

"What did you say to me, brat?" As threatening as he sounded, you knew he wouldn't do anything, especially since he made no effort to escape your grasp. He also wasn't clamping all but one of his fingers onto you as a warning.

"You heard me." Finally arriving at your destination, you pushed open your bedroom door, letting go of his wrist and motioning for him to sit on your bed. He gave you an inquisitive look but complied nonetheless. After a few moments in your bathroom, you returned with an armful of supplies.

"What the fuck is this." Tomura looked at the products warily, causing a small breath of amusement to escape your lips. Dropping them beside him, you pulled up and chair and got comfortable.

"Skincare products. It's time you started taking care of yourself." You tapped your nose a few times. "Can you please set him down for a bit?" Reluctantly, Tomura reached up and delicately placed Father onto your bed.

"You don't have to say 'him.' Just say 'it', like a normal person." You shrugged.

"Just being respectful. Alright, now lean towards me a bit." Still a bit hesitant, you waited patiently as he inched his way forward. You grabbed a pack of face wipes and pulled one out. "Alright, close your eyes, and tell me if i'm pressing down too hard."

"What do you m-" He quickly moved his head to the side as you brought your hand and the damp cloth near his face.

"Tomura. I can't wash your face if you move it." You explained it as if he were a toddler. Bold move, (Y/N). Bold move.

"I know that. That's literally the reason I moved." Tomura snapped, leaning farther from the wipe. You sighed, closing your eyes briefly.

"I didn't want to do this the hard way, but you give me no choice." Before the poor boy had time to contemplate what you said, you gently grasped his face in your hands and brought it close to you. You smiled in satisfaction as you drew the wipe across his face, lightly scrubbing the dirt and grease away in circular motions.

The cloth was cold and uncomfortable against Tomura's face, but after a few seconds, your hands and the friction between skin and cloth began to warm the wipe. The fruity scent emitting from the wipe soothed his nerves, and he began to lean into our touch unconsciously. You noticed this, but you knew if you said anything he'd immediately pull back and make up some hostile comment as an excuse. You felt your cheeks heat up, enjoying the sight of his relaxed features. Taking your hands off his face, you set the wipes aside and threw the dirty one onto the ground for now.

"Now was that so hard?" You smirked at him, earning a scowl accompanied by a reluctantly mumbled 'no.' "Okay, next I need you to wash your face with actual face wash. C'mon." You grabbed the face wash and got up, walking towards the bathroom. Tomura slowly followed, joining you in front of the sink. "'Kay, just splash water all over your face."

He placed three fingers on the faucet, lifting up the lever to release the stream of cold water. He rolled up his sleeves and did as you instructed. Your heart practically melted as he brought his head up to face you when he'd finished, eyes squished shut and mouth pursed adorably. You let out a small laugh, dabbing his face with a dry washcloth.

"Take a seat on the counter top." He did so, and you proceeded to squeeze the face wash into your hand. You began to massage the goop into his face, and once again, he leaned into your touch. So much so that he almost fell off the counter.  Realization flashed across his face as he gripped the sides of the counter and pushed himself backwards.

How had he let himself be so careless? Now aware that he enjoyed your touch, it was hard to keep himself from leaning into it. After he washed the sticky product off his face, you repeated the process with moisturizer. You applied it more heavily on his forehead and around his eyes. At this point, Tomura gave up on resisting your touch, and pushed his face into your palms.

Your face was a blushing mess, but you decided once again to say nothing. You continued to massage the cream into his face, savoring the touch-starved boy's affection. When you'd finished, you rubbed some lotion onto his neck and hands, massaging it into his fingers one by one and finishing with his palms, as to not get disintegrated, as fun as that would be.

"Allllright, last but not least, chapstick!" You led Tomura back to the bed and plopped back into your chair, holding up a small circular container of Carmex. You unscrewed the cap and dipped your finger in, scooping a glob onto your finger and placing it onto Tomura's lips. You smoothed it across his bottom lip, then did the same for his top. Finally done, you sat back and admired your work.

His skin seemed to glow a bit, and you knew it was softer to the touch. Not that he'd ever let you touch it again. You weren't really sure how you got away with this.

"You gotta use the face wipes at least once daily, and the chapstick multiple times a day. I'd use the face wash every three to five days. Oh, and the moisturizer after you shower or wash your face. Please." You smiled at him, waiting for a rude comment about how annoying you were or how pointless this had been.

"...Thank you." It was quiet, but you heard it. You're smile grew, cheeks flushing ever so slightly.

"No problem. I just worry about you, so. Ya know. Take care of yourself so I won't have to attack your face again." Laughing softly, you leaned down to collect the products so you could put them away, stretching to grab a bottle that had rolled out of your reach. As you licked your lips in concentration, you realized they were dry. "Oof, looks like I need some chapstick too." You grabbed the Carmex and sat back up, but before you could unscrew the cap, you felt hands grasp your arms, pulling you towards a warm figure.

Smooth but cracked lips gently caressed your own, moving in an unexpectedly gentle manor. When Tomura pulled away, he was looking you directly in the eyes.  Your face had to be eight hundred shades of red at this point, but you didn't care.

"Did you get enough chapstick?" His mouth curved into a smirk, cheeks dusted with a faint pink.

"Hm, I don't think I did." You placed your lips upon his once more, enjoying every moment. When you pulled away, he wrapped his arms around our torso and hauled you onto his chest, flipping you both onto your sides so you could look at each other.

"So, do you like me, or did you just really want some chapstick?" He asked, a wry smile gracing his features.

"Well, I do like you, a lot," You smiled, grabbing a lock of his hair and twisting it between your fingers. "Buuut, I'm pretty sure my love for chapstick surpasses my love for anything else."

"Is that so?" Tomura's grin warped into a smirk before he brought your face just centimeters from his own. "Challenge accepted."

And with that, he proceeded to shower you with kisses, eventually "winning" because the chapstick was long gone by the time you fell asleep, nestled in each other's embrace.

[a-pretty-nerd]

Whole Again (Klaus Hargreeves x reader smut)

Request: "I loved Stay. could you write an imagine for Klaus based on the song 'Whole again' by atomic kitten? I think it fits really well with Klaus describing meeting an s/o who cares for him(poor touch starved boy) Thanks Love have an amazing day today <3" ~ Anonymous

A/N: So I had never even heard of Atomic Kitten before this request, and I was kind of expecting a very modern, indie, maybe Lo-Fi. I did not expect the early 200s, blondes with belly shirts that I got and oh god. It took me back to being in elementary school and listening to Avril Lavigne. Jesus. I gotta be honest, not gonna listen to that song again if I can help it, BUT THE MESSAGE IS SWEET AND I GET THE VIBE YOU'RE GOING FOR💕 So, without further adoo...Whole Again✌💕

Side Note: You said you enjoyed stay, but I didnt know if you wanted an xmale!reader or what. So I made the reader's gender optional, just in case. Also the gay vibes off of Atomic Kittens is STRONG so, I'm going for a, lgbt club early 2000s vibe?

Warnings: NSFW, SEX, but like sweet sex, Love Making, if you will

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Going out with Klaus was always an event. And many a time, you were the designsted driver or care giver. Very rarley did you get the chance to even get tipsy. It was fustrating but it was simply apart of life at this point. And with Klaus, it was a party no matter what.

So you were a little surprised when Klaus offered to the sober one. You asked him over and over again if he was sure, you didn't mind! But he insisted. For a moment you wondered if her was feeling okay, or if he was trying to trick you. Sure thing, when you arrived to the club, Klaus ordered a...water.

"Babe, you don't have to, you can order a drink. No ones driving." You assured him. Klaus shrugged.

"It's fine! I promised! I said I was trying to sober up anyways." He grinned, taking a sip of the lemon rimmed glass.

"I'm not sure this is the place to do that."

"What!? I'm just as good of a dancer even when I'm sober!" He shouted in defiance with a smile. He set his water down and took you by the hand.

You had maybe one drink total that night, so no matter how long the night was, you were completely aware of what was going on. Thats how you liked it anyways. It was always a joy to dance with him sober, or be sober enough to people watch and chit chat with strangers. The party went on late into the night and Klaus managed to not have one drink, snort anything, or smoke. It was an utter miracle. Well, he had been trying to stay a little cleaner lately. But as the night went on, you could see his energy drain from his eyes.

"You doing alright?" You asked him, arm around his neck as you swayed to the loud music. He looked up from his hands on your hips and looked down at you for a moment.

"Oh yeah! Im fine!" He gave a lazy smile, trying his best. Oh sweet thing. You sighed, about to pull him off the floor until a slow song began to play. You looked at one another and gave a small shrug. His arms wrapped around waist and held you close to his chest. His feet stepped lazily from side to side as you held him. You swayed together for a while, your chests heaving against each other's. He stuffed his face in the crook of your neck and comfortably stayed there.

"Come on, lets go home." You said softly. He lifted his head and gave you a sweet and passionate kiss before giving you a loving smile.

"Okay." You pulled him by his hand through people until you finally reached the street and hopped into a cab. His hand wouldn't leave your hip. He stayed there happily and comfortably. It allowed him to pull you closed in the back of the cab. Made it easier for him to lean over and kiss your neck affectionately. It sent shivers down your spine. You tore yourself away to get out of the car and up to your shared apartment.

As soon as the door opened, you threw yourselves in and slammed the door behind you. Klaus pulled you into needy kiss after needy kiss. He held you tightly against him, desperate for your affections. You removed his shirt and took deep breathes as your hands ran down his bare chest and back. The warmth of his body against yours, his touch, it was better than any drink. And his spoft moans inbetween kisses drove you wild.

"I need you." He undressed you without another word exchanged. He threw the clothes aside before reaching out to hold you once again. The feeling of you hands on his body sent chills down he his spine. It made him shudder and breath heavily. You fell on the couch and watched him crawl over you, finally completed naked. Just skin against skin in its purest form. His lips met your neck and trailed down your body and back again to kiss you passionately again.

He positioned himself at your entrance and slowly pressed inside. You shared a gasp of pleasure as he hid his head in your neck. He slowly began to thrust and place a hand behind your head as he placed his forehead against yours. You shared sweet kisses between gasps and moan. You held into him tightly, and as your orgasm began to build, you wrapped your legs around his waist. He loved to be held, to be so close to you. You kissed and bit at his neck as his thrusts became heated and fast. You cried in pleasure as your orgasm came and washed over the two of you. Klaus was soon to follow. He let out a struggled grunt as he cling to you and came with you.

You held onto one another tight until it became too much and slowly relaxed. You panted for a long moment in the afterglow. Klaus looked down at you, and planted soft kisses on your lip, cheeks, and jawline. You smiled and gave a loving giggle.

"I love you." He hummed.

"I love you too."

[existing-on-cloral]

Brooklyn’s Night Terrors

Chapter Nine: Buck-Handled

Bucky Barnes is sharp as a knife and as deadly as one too. You don't mind making him your date to the party, though, since Steve'll be there.

"Let me get this straight," Bucky said. "You want to go to the party with me?"

"Yes." You planted your hands on your hips. "If you want to."

Bucky's eyes narrowed. "Is it 'cause of what I said about Steve earlier?"

You sighed. Bucky was too good. "I can..."

"No, no, I'll go with you." Bucky set his hands on your shoulders. "If it helps my best friend, I'm in. Besides, I've been trying to get him to start dating. He's the last eligible bachelor in New York City, and there's plenty of girls that have got their eye on him." He paused, then grinned. "But only one that he's got his eye on."

Blood rushed to your cheeks. "Buck. I don't know if I want to..."

"Give him a dance, doll." You flinched at the word 'doll', as it carried a reminder of Steve's voice, hot and heavy, as he crawled on top of you... Bucky snapped his fingers in front of your face and you jumped. "You in there?" You nodded. "Trust me. Just one dance, and he'll talk. He'll do whatever you want him to." He winked and left, touching your shoulder briefly. "I'll pick you up at six thirty on the dot."

You pumped your fists in relief. Phase one of your plan was complete. Now it was time for Operation Peter Parker.

"Oh, hey!" Bucky call back, catching your attention. "Wear something blue. Just a thought." He winked and left, whistling what sounded quite a bit like "The Star-Spangled Man With A Plan". As the door began to swing shut, you heard him shout, "Hurt one hair on his head and I'll snap your neck without a second thought!" all too cheerily. Before the door could even close, Peter dashed inside, shutting and locking the door behind him.

"I... Cannot... Catch... A... Break..." Peter panted, rushing to the water cooler and grabbing a bottle out. He downed it in several gulps, turning back to you and throwing the bottle in the trash.

"Recycle, Parker," you said, crossing your arms. "How did it go?"

Peter switched the bottle to the recycling bin. "I saw him... And then..."

"And then?" you prompted.

"I ran." Peter hung his head. "I ran out of the room and came straight here. I'm sorry."

You walked over, tilting Peter's chin up. "Don't be sorry. It's okay to be nervous. Do you want me to come with you?"

"Would you?" Peter, paused, then reconsidered. "Not like, to creepily stand over him and threaten him, but, yeah."

Thinking back to Bucky's threat promise, you shivered. "Don't worry. I'll just be there for guidance. And backup."

Peter giggled. "I hope I won't need it, but thanks. I'd feel better if you were there."

"Great! Let's go!" You grabbed the back of Peter's hoodie and dragged him out of the gym. "Don't worry, I'll find him, you just worry about what you're going to say."

"And you're grounded if you don't say it," Sharon threatened as she walked past the two of you.

You waved. "Hi, Agent Carter. Peter and I are on a mission. Nothing to do with the Reaper, I promise." Shooting an evil grin to Peter, you added, "We're getting him a date to the party."

Sharon's eyes lit up. "Good luck, Peter!" She ruffled his hair and smiled at him. "Who's the lucky person?"

Peter blushed. "I'll tell you if you can tell me where he is," he mumbled.

She looked at you. "Maximoff?"

"Maximoff."

"Dammit, Doc, we had a deal!"

"Our deal was, as I recall, I'd help you ask him out in exchange for silence about a certain-" You glanced at Sharon nervously. "-captive."

Peter shook his head. "That's not who-"

Slamming a hand over his mouth, you gave Sharon an innocent smile. "He's so cute, isn't he?"

"Adorable. And seventeen. And out of your league." Sharon turned and walked off, heels clicking on the floor.

"This is my son, Carter!" You sighed and turned back to the shaking Peter. "Calm down, kid, it's gonna be okay."

"But she's gonna tell him!" Peter protested.

Whoosh.

"Tell who what?" Pietro said, appearing out of nowhere and wrapping an arm around Peter's neck. Peter squeaked. "You didn't see that coming, слаткиш?"

You let go of Peter's face and stepped back, spreading your hands. "Peter, why don't you tell Pietro?"

Peter's shaking only got worse and he began to gulp for breath. "I can't... I can't... I'm scared..."

"Do not be frightened, слаткиш," Pietro said. "I am here to listen."

The closeness of the two boys, both physically and emotionally, warmed your heart. Though you weren't sure what Pietro was calling Peter, and if it was something like "friendo" the poor boy was screwed. Still, he had to try.

"What are you calling me?" Peter asked. Pietro stepped back and relinquished his hold on Peter, moving his hands to the (much) shorter boy's arms. It occurred to you that both might be a little touched starved.

"If I tell you, you cannot make fun of me," Pietro said. Peter nodded. Pietro inhaled deeply, then, talking as fast as he could run, blurted, "Iamcallingyoucute!"

Peter jumped. "Sorry, what?"

Pietro lowered his eyes to the ground. "I'm calling you cute. You're cute. A little. A lot." He let go and backed up.

You interrupted his word vomit with a little squeal. "See, Peter! Go ahead, say what you were going to."

Peter walked towards Pietro until he was within hugging distance. "I... Pietro... Will you go to the party on Friday with me?"

Pietro's eyes fucking lit up. You could have sworn Christmas lights were dancing in his irises, the way that boy looked at Peter. "Yes! I would love to!" He swept Peter up in a hug, squeezing him until Peter cried out.

"That's a sight for sore eyes."

You whirled around to see Steve standing behind you, hands in his pockets, wearing a button-down so tight it was probably held together by some space magic or something. "The poor kid's just survived a kidnapping, and to him, the attack on Sokovia happened a week ago." He smiled down at you. "I know how it feels."

"I guess." You turned back, watching the two boys launch into a conversation about football. (The Wii kind. Peter insists it's better, as he is a baby nerd.)

"So, the party." Steve crossed his arms and you could have sworn you saw the button-down stretch. "Are you going with anyone?"

"Are you asking?" you blurted.

Steve shrugged. "I figured we could try it. See how it feels to both of us."

You felt your heart drop into your stomach. "Oh. Um. I'm already going with someone, Steve."

The look on his face made you wish you could turn back the clock and never ask Bucky. You made a mental note to tell Bucky that he had been right, and that you were an idiot for not seeing it, but it was too late now.

"Who?" Steve asked.

"We don't really need to have this right here, do we?"

"Who?" His eyes narrowed and his shoulders tensed up. "Who are you going with?"

"I'm going with Bucky!" you snapped, the words so forceful you almost spit in his face. "Are you happy?"

Steve fell silent, then whispered, "No." He turned around and walked away stiffly, calling over his shoulder, "Don't bother coming by tonight!"

You gritted your teeth and turned back to the two boys, who were still chatting away about the party. Peter shushed Pietro and turned to you. "Is everything okay?" he asked, concern spreading across his face.

"No." You pushed past him and headed for your office. "I've got a team to rile up, excuse me."

Friday came quicker than expected, and soon you found yourself in the shotgun seat of Bucky's old Ford Taurus. "You sure this car is safe?" you asked, tugging your dress over your knees.

"Nope!" Bucky pulled out of the parking lot and started down the street, looking scarily calm behind the wheel. "Better than Steve's car, though," he added, giving you a half-joking smile.

"Right." Steve. You looked out the window, watching the lights of New York City change as you drove uptown. "The new Avengers facility should be really nice. I've never seen it before."

"It's really nice," Bucky agreed. "I have my own room there and everything. We're setting up for Peter after the party."

You smiled at the thought of young Peter, finally in a safe space. "I think we can clear his name, don't you?"

"If Steve can't clear his name, no one can." Bucky's shoulders straightened, confident in his old best friend. You winced. He noticed. "What's got you down?"

"Oh. Steve." Willing yourself to just tell him, you said, "He came and asked me to the party."

Bucky whistled. "I warned ya. You had an idea he was interested, didn't you?"

"Interested in my body, maybe," you joked.

Bucky slammed on the brakes. "Say what now?"

"Buck, there's people-" Horns started to honk behind you. "Drive!"

He slowly put his foot back on the gas. "Doc."

"Yes?"

"Have you been fucking my best friend?"

You winced. "Maybe?"

Bucky shook his head. "There's no maybe about fucking. Are you or aren't you?"

Sheepishly, you nodded.

He gritted his teeth. "How did he react to you rejecting him?"

The memory resurfaced and you swallowed back the guilt. "I said I was going with you and he told me not to bother coming by his house that night."

Bucky's mouth twitched up in a smile. "Here's the thing you gotta know about Stevie. It's an all-or-nothing deal with him. You must be pretty special to him if he's willing to try friends with benefits, 'cause normally, he's gotta have the romance with the sex."

You blinked. "Really?"

"Really." Bucky turned to you, eyes warm. "Don't worry, doll. Remember what I said to you about the party?"

"Wear blue?" You patted your skirt.

"No, about dancing with him. Give the poor boy a dance, and then see how you feel. If you don't feel that pretty little spark, then just tell him and you have to break it off totally. No fucking." Bucky looked back at the road. "I know it's not ideal, but that's the way Steve works."

"Okay," you said reluctantly. "I'll dance with him. I don't know if he'll dance with me, though. He seemed pretty offended."

Bucky pulled into the parking lot of the very impressive new facility and parked perfectly in the front row. "That's Steve for you. He's always been like that. Just remember-" Bucky got out of the car and walked around to open your door. "-all or nothing."

You took his arm and the two of you walked inside to your first party since college. "You much of a partier back in school?" Bucky asked.

"Just in my freshman year," you said, glancing around the room. There was a dance floor and a karaoke machine and a full liquor bar set up. "Buckled down and studied after that."

"Seems like you," Bucky said. "Never thought you'd actually come to one of these."

The two of you sat down at bar stools and Bucky ordered two beers. "Well, Sharon said it was mandatory," you laughed, clinking your bottle against Bucky's and taking a swig.

Bucky shot you a confused look. "These are never mandatory, Doc. You said Sharon said that?"

Slamming your hand on the bar, you cursed under your breath. "When I find you, Sharon Carter..." you threatened quietly.

"Uh, no need," Bucky muttered, smacking you on the arm. He gestured to a high-top table in the corner, where Sharon and Steve were sitting and talking. "Wanna dance?" he said, quickly changing the subject.

"Sure." You downed a couple more sips and joined Bucky on the dance floor. The song was upbeat and Bucky swung you around easily to it. It was the most fun you'd had in ages. Everything was so awesome, even the little corner where the kids of the employees were having a playdate. The glass around them was clearly soundproof and likely one-way, as they took no note of the festivities.

"I want a couple of those someday," you called over the din. "They're cute!"

Bucky laughed. "Tell that to the diapers!"

"What?"

"Hey, it's Bucky!" Peter popped up behind Bucky and gave him a friendly hug. He waved and said hi to you, then called Pietro over. "What a party!"

"It's her first one!" Bucky said, pointing at you.

You laughed. "Buck-" Unfortunately, you were rudely interrupted by Peter and Pietro both started yelling at you for not coming to the parties. "Guys, come on, it's not my element."

"You dance well, though!" Pietro shouted, smiling at you. Everything about him was so energetic and fun. You could see why Peter liked him.

The song cut out and the DJ turned to the microphone. "Alright, we're gonna slow things down a little, guys. Everybody grab a partner and come on down to the dancefloor!"

Peter shook Pietro's arm. "A slow song! Come on, I'll show you how to dance to these." He pulled the young man away from you and Bucky, chattering on about high school dances.

"Go." Bucky nudged you in the direction of Steve as the song started. "I'll grab Carter." He winked and headed for the table, offering his arm to Sharon. She took it and let him lead her to the dance floor.

Now was your chance. Forcing your legs to move, you walked over to the table, wobbling a little on your feet. Remembering a trick you'd seen in a movie (that had worked for them, dammit), you flicked Steve's shoulder and said, "Hey."

Steve looked up from his drink. "Hey."

"I'm sorry about earlier this week. I talked to Bucky, and..." you trailed off, unsure of what to say.

"Do you want to dance?" Steve filled the silence quickly, offering you his hand.

You took it, and Steve stood, pulling you gently to the dance floor. He set his right hand on your waist and took your hand in his free one. You in turn set your left hand on his shoulder and stepped close. Your chests were almost touching.

Swaying gently to the beat, Steve pulled your hands in closer. "If you talked to Buck, I'm sure he told you how I am with romance." His blue eyes burned into yours, beautiful in the dim light.

Steve was so fucking beautiful.

"It's all or nothing with me, doll," he continued, squeezing your hand. "If you want to keep what we're doing, that's fine, but I need to know that you feel something other than lust."

He hadn't shaved in a few days, and the lights illuminated his stubble. You smiled up at him and took your hand off his shoulder to brush over his jawline. "I do. I... Let's try it out, Steve."

His face lit up and his arm on your waist tightened, pulling you even closer, until his lips were at your forehead. "I'm gonna do this right, doll," he promised. "Tell me you want me."

"I want you, Steve."

"Tell me you like me, baby."

"I like you, you punk," you giggled, drawing on what you knew of Steve and Bucky in the 40's. "Let's dance."

Steve let go of your hand to cup your jaw and kiss you.

To your left, the wall of glass shattered and Sam Wilson burst in through the wreckage.