#fuck saying people can’t sleep with stuffed animals

[evie-sturns]

toddler - Matt Sturniolo

summary: having 2 toddlers isn't the easiest, espically when you're currently pissed at your husband matt after an argument. one night you get pushed to the point of a breakdown when the kids won't behave and matt's there to help you.

contains: dad!matt, fluff, slightly suggestive , crying, slight mental breakdown, comforting, angst?

a/n: this was loosely based off of how daddy matt was in today's vid.

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7:38pm

matt and i had an argument last night leaving me in tears, he’s been in his bedroom this whole day leaving me to deal with our two twins which are both 3 and a half.

i attempt to cook up something that somewhat resembles a dinner for our girls but the only thing occupying my mind is the events of what happened last night.

yesterday

“why is this house always so fucking messy!” matt’s voice booms throughout the living room as he abruptly stands up

“shit, i don’t know maybe because you got me pregnant at 18 and i’m the only one who does anything for the kids our this house!” i raise my voice back at him

matt lets out a shocked laugh “sorry that some people have fucking jobs and don’t lay on their ass with the kids all day and call it tiring?”

“lay on my ass? i clean, i cook, i take the girls to daycare and i bring them home, i do everything”

“if everything includes not having a fucking job and using up my money that i earn then sure, you do a whole lot” matt says with a slight attitude.

“all you fucking do is act like you have it hard when you don’t! get a fucking grip” he yells

the whole room goes silent, i erupt into tears and walk out of the room to our spare bedroom

“and always fucking crying.” i hear him scoff, only making my state worse.

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my thoughts are cut off by a wail coming from behind me, my head spins back to see millie with a fistful of claire’s hair, yanking.

i instantly drop the wooden spoon into the pot before speed walking towards the twins

“stop it!” i yell, grabbing millie from under her arms and staring into her eyes angrily “go find daddy, not acceptable millie.” i raise my voice, placing her down.

she folds her arms with a huff, stomping her little legs down the corridor to matt and i’s shared room.

“you’re okay claire” i coo, fixing her pigtail which sits on the very top of her head

i pick her up and place her down on the couch with one of her stuffed animals before making my way back towards the kitchen.

i turn down the heat on the stovetop slightly with an exhausted sigh

suddenly i hear small giggles coming from behind me followed by the backs of my knees being pushed

“fuck!” i yell, stumbling over and grabbing the handle to the pot, spilling boiling spaghetti onto the floor, also splashing up onto my sweater.

millie goes silent before sprinting in the other direction with claire

as of things couldn’t get any worse right now i hear matt’s voice start something

“what are you actually fucking doin-“ he cuts himself off when he sees the state i’m in

i burst into sobs, matt looks down at me with concern painted across his face

“hey- shh sh you’re okay, you’re okay.” he says frantically, walking over to me and kneeling on the floor

“matt i can’t do this the kids aren’t behaving and i can’t fucking make them something they’ll like-“ i start, saying in between shaking breaths

he carefully picks me up from under my arms before switching his grip to the back of my thighs, i bury my face into his shoulders and feel matt take in panicked breaths

he speed walks us down into our bedroom at the end of the corridor, “are you hurt sweetheart?” he says, placing me down on the bed and peeling my sweatshirt off of me

“did the hot water soak through? shit.” matt says trying to stay calm.

“no-“ i sniff, rubbing my eyes. matt yanks his sweatshirt off his body and lays it across me like a blanket.

“stay right here okay? i’m gonna sort the kids out then put them to bed, then i’ll come back to talk, try get some sleep for me gorgeous.”

matt presses a kiss to my nose before rushing out of the room, leaving the door open behind him.

i have a clear view of kitchen from where i’m laying so i see matt walk into the kitchen before kneeling down

“c’mere.” he demands, sticking out his arms. millie and claire toddle over to him with a guilty expression across their face.

“tell me what’s happened.” matt says sternly, maintaining eye contact with both of them.

millie bursts into tears almost immediately as she looks at matt

matt runs his hand up and down her arm as he waits for a response

“we- we pushed mommy and she fell and spilt hot water on her and hurt her” she sniffs

“a-and.. and you’re mad at me” she continues.

“do i look mad sweetheart?” matt says softly, claire shrugs along with millie

“i’m really really sad that you weren’t behaving for mommy, and i know you know better than that right?” matt speaks

millie nods, wiping her nose with the backs of her hand

“and now i’m gonna ask you to go clean up the spill with claire and then we’re gonna go say sorry to mom okay?” he says gently, pressing two kisses to the girls forehead

they nod in unison before going into the kitchen, matt hands them the paper towels and they instantly drop down to there knees and attempt to clean the mess.

matt watches while biting his nails “why do you think you made mommy cry though?” he says, claire looks up at him with a heaped pile of paper towels in her hands

“because we were naughty.” claire sighs, matt nods while gathering the piles of drenched paper towels and throwing them away.

“what i’m ‘gonna ask you to do is sit down at the kitchen table and think about how you will say sorry to mommy tomorrow while i make you dinner okay girls?”

claire and millie run over to the dining table, more than hungry and tired now.

matt sorts through the pantry before settling on mac and cheese which i wasn’t even sure we had.

after a good 10 minutes matt brings over the two small bowls to the twins, who have been silent ever since they sat down.

“you have to eat all of this okay?” matt says while placing the bowls down. claire and millie nod

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8:56pm

matt finishes up the last dishes in the sink before walking over to the girls “you alright?” he asks softy before picking both of them up, one in each arm.

matt walks down the corridor, flashing me a quick smile as both the girls bury their head in his shoulders.

“they’re very tired” he mouths to me with a small laugh while walking into their shared bedroom.

i hear the door shut followed by matt walking into our bedroom. “you feeing better gorgeous?” he asks calmly as he flops down in bed beside me.

“thank you for doing that.” i sigh, rubbing my eyes with my palms.

“don’t thank me? i’m their dad and i realise that after yesterday’s.. argument that you’re right and i do need to start caring more.” matt looks over at me.

“you don’t have to just say that” i whisper

“i’m not just saying that, i actually mean it.” matt responds with an unreadable expression

“the shit you said last night..” i start, my voice wobbling “i’m gonna find it hard to forget, because i know that in that moment you meant it.”

matt goes silent,

“and i know that you’re busy but i try, so hard to make you and the girls happy, meaning that i don’t have free time to work because everything i do is for you?” i keep going, several tears now rolling down my cheeks

“so you saying that you should help our more around the house and pretending like everything’s perfect between us isn’t gonna fix shit.”

i physically can’t keep speaking unless i want to start sobbing so i stop, taking in a shaky breath.

matt doesn’t say anything back, instead sitting up and grabbing me and pulling me into a deathly tight hug.

the few tears that fell dampen the shoulder of his shirt as he rubs my back.

“i don’t even know how to apologise.” matt says, his voice trembling.

“please- don’t cry.” he whispers, “i’m just really tired” i squeeze out

“i know i’ve been a shit.. person for the past year or so and trust me, you and the girls are on my mind every single minute of every day and- and there’s no excuse for what i said yesterday except for the fact i wasn’t thinking straight.”

matt rambles

“i shouldn’t have yelled, or said anything. i know, i know you have it way harder than me, and i’m not just saying that it’s true.”

“you don’t have to forgive me at all today, tomorrow or in general for this but i love you and i’m so sorry.”

matt finishes by pulling away to look at my face, which he cups in both his hands.

“thank you.” is the only thing i reply with, somewhat shocked by that 2 minute long tangent.

matt lays back down on the matress, pulling me towards him. i lay my head down on his chest with a deep breath in, instantly falling asleep

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9:56am the next day

the morning sun burns into the side of my face as i roll over in bed,

my eyebrows knit together when i realise matt’s not next to me like normal.

i sit up in bed, wiping my eyes as i attempt to run my fingers through my tangled hair.

i stumble out of bed towards the door of our bedroom, gripping the handle lazily and swinging it open.

the whole house is perfectly clean “what the fuck..” i mumble to myself as i walk into the living room where my eyes lay on my favourite sight

my 3 favourite people, matt claire and millie are sat on the sofa, matt’s in the middle and the girls are cuddled up to his side while matt holds open a picture book which he stops reading when i walk in.

“good morning pretty” matt smiles stupidly, i grow a small smile on my face.

“i think that someone has something to say to mom?” matt says, looking down at each of the girls.

they run up to me and wrap their arms around each of my legs “were really sorry” claire says, i bend down to their height and give them a smile

millie follows up with a “and i’m sorry for hurting you a- and i love you a lot!” she says with a cute smile.

“it’s okay sweetheart, i love you.” i grin, wrapping my arms around them before standing back up.

“and i’m gonna make it up to you tonight” matt says quietly while walking over to me

“matthew bernard! you horny mother fucker” i whisper.

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[hey-op-just-kill-me]

Davey: Jack all I’m saying is your 17 why do you still sleep with a stuffed animal

Jack: fuck you that’s why

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[dollfacefantasy]

Kiss It Better

pairing: leon kennedy x fem!bunny-hybrid!reader

summary: on a day planned to be just for just you and leon, he gets called into work. it dredges up some old memories, and upon returning home, he wants to make it better by taking extra care of his baby bunny.

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, cockwarming, daddy kink, size kink, breeding kink, hurt/comfort, reader copes with her past at the shelter

word count: 6.1k

a/n: yay leon and his baby bunny finally return. i hope this lives up to the first part lol which can be found here. i have another part planned as well if people are interested. as always reblogs and comments mean the world <3

“I could never say no to my sweet baby bunny.”

A statement Leon had said off-hand in the heat of the moment. Something he’d told you as a comfort, a way of warming you up for your first intimate moments together. He hadn’t put much thought into it before it rolled out of his mouth. 

But damn, if only he’d known how true it would prove to be.

The words were ringing through his head right now as you dragged him through the mall on another Saturday he dedicated entirely to spending time with you. He’d already bought you a fair amount of stuff from cute frilly socks to pretty pink panties to some tiny t-shirts he knew he’d regret as soon as you used one to get your way. And now you were heading towards a shop tucked away in the farthest corner of the shopping center. His only hope was that the location meant it was the end of the line, the last stop on your trip.

From what he could see, it sold stuffed animals amongst other items that could clutter up his house. Luckily, the small plush toys seemed to be the only things drawing your attention. Your eyes scanned the rows before fixating on a specific one that sat on the bottom shelf. You crouched down to get and pulled it to your chest, standing up again so Leon could see your selection. His eyes soften as he notices your little cottontail twitching with excitement.

He can’t help the smile that spreads on his face at the sight. His sweet girl standing there with a small plush cow in her arms. The tufts of black and white fur jutted out the top of its head near a set of foamy horns. You looked up at him with puppy eyes, which he’d come to view as unfair since he’d chosen a bunny for a reason. But they worked on him all the same.

“Baby-” he starts, but you interject, predicting his argument.

“I don’t have a cow yet,” you plead, “It’s just one more.”

“Yeah, this one is just one more. And so is the next one, and the one after that, and the one after fifty more of these things,” he teases.

“C’mon, please,” you beg, stepping close to him to lean against his chest.

“Is this your way of telling me you want your own bed again? You’re just gonna fill the one we share with more and more of these until there’s no room and I’m pushed to the floor,” he jokes.

“No,” you deny, “Plus I put them away at night anyways.”

“Most of them,” he corrects.

“Cause I need my bear to sleep,” you say with a little pout.

He swears he almost swoons. You’re too fucking cute. He knows he’s spoiled you rotten. You’re treated better than the average hybrid to put it lightly, but he was past the point of paying that any mind. That shelter he’d picked you up from never let you have stuff like this. In his mind, he was righting their wrongs, burying those sad memories with as much cute shit as he could afford. And if other people didn’t approve, if they thought he should keep you silent and on a leash, he couldn’t care less.

Looking down at you now, playfully pleading with him for that stuffed animal, he knew he could never treat you like that. He rolls his eyes and messes with your hair, gently scratching the base of your floppy ears.

“Fine,” he says, “One more.”

You all but cheer with your excitement, bouncing up to give him a fat kiss on the cheek. He takes the stuffie from you and walks to the register to pay for it. You walk, lacing your hand with his and swinging your arms back and forth.

He looks over at you and instantly remembers why he always ends up giving in. Why he can never say no. Now that you had opened up, he couldn’t get enough of you. He’d loved you before that day a few months ago, the day when he’d caught you during your attempt at self-soothing with his pillow between your legs. But since that day, a whole new layer of you had been revealed to him. The sweet and shy bunny he’d met at the shelter touched his heart first, but the affectionate and needy girl you’d allowed him to see owned it now.

He pays for your little cow, adding another bag to the collection hanging from his arm, and leads you out of the store. You tuck yourself under his arm, clinging to his abdomen.

“Thank you, daddy,” you say quietly and press a kiss to his chest.

His heart throbs at the sound of the sweet name you’d attributed to him months ago. He has to remind himself that you’re in public before any other part of his body reacts.

“You’re welcome, sweetheart,” he says and strokes one of your ears with his free hand.

Once the pair of you reach his car, he loads your stuff in before giving you a pat on the ass as you climb in the front seat. You’re all smiles, and he couldn’t feel better. He gets in the driver’s seat and switches the car on. Your hand goes for the controls to the music right away. He always let you pick when you were with him. Each song acted as a little glimpse into you and what you liked.

As you’re selecting one you like, he feels a buzz in his pocket. He fishes his phone out as you share some of the stuff you like about the song you put on. You then start asking him where you’re going next, but the plans slowly begin to unravel as he reads the message displayed over the picture of you he had as his screensaver.

“Shit…” he mutters to himself before looking back up at you. Your ears droop in tandem with his face dropping. “Baby, I gotta drop you back at the house. I gotta take care of some stuff at work for a bit.”

He sees the disappointment in your eyes, and it kills him.

“But… I thought you took the day off,” you say. Your mood rapidly depletes. It wasn’t his fault, but it wasn’t fair. This was supposed to be a day where he was all yours. Twenty four hours where the D.S.O. laid no claim on him.

“I did, but I’ve told you how it is sometimes. I can’t get out of it some days,” he says.

“But you already stayed late all week. What else do they even need you for?” you ask. It may be irrational, but you can’t help how your mind floods with a sense of abandonment in the moment. You knew Leon would never do that, but the years you spent in that shelter had done a good job of convincing you otherwise.

“Just some formality stuff. I’ll be as quick as I can. You know I wouldn’t choose working over being with you,” he says.

Now he’s the one pleading. Your ears are flat on your head, and your eyes are fixed on your seat below you. He knows you feel wounded now even though you’re holding it in.

“If you’re mad it’s ok,” he whispers and reaches out to stroke your jawline, “You can be upset, honey. I won’t get mad at you. I know you were excited about today.”

As much as you had opened up, he could tell you still shied away from showing too much negative emotion. He knew you’d gone through some punishments at the shelter you were still too scared to talk about.

“It’s not your fault,” you say and shrug, dejection all over your features.

He sighs and starts the car, pulling out of the parking space, and heading towards the house. “I know it’s not, but you can still let out some frustration. I wouldn't think you’re ungrateful if that’s what you’re worried about. You wouldn’t get in trouble,” he says, keeping his tone gentle.

You bring your feet up onto the seat and retreat into yourself a bit. With a simple shake of your head, he knows the topic has closed.

He lets out a quiet sigh as he drives down the road.  It drips with the frustration that he’s letting you down. He can’t reach inside your head and pull out the negative effects of the shelter. He can’t tell the D.S.O. to fuck off and let him spend as many hours as he wants with his precious girl. All he can do is pull into the driveway and watch you get out of the car, your posture slightly slumped with the encroaching feelings of loneliness. You pull your shopping bags from the car. At least you give him a little parting kiss so he doesn’t feel completely emaciated.

He watches your sad trudge into the house before taking the car back out of the driveway and down the same road in the opposite direction.

Inside the house, the silence dominates you. You pad down the hallway to the bedroom that had once belonged solely to Leon. Dropping the bags of clothes near the door, you then hop on the bed and toss your new little cow up near your other pillows. Your eyes linger on the ceiling. You’d become familiar with the insignificant bumps and ridges above that provided a distraction on sleepless nights. Nights where you just needed to tune everything out and count them to avoid being haunted by the past.

Before Leon had taken you in, you always imagined you’d enjoy the quiet of a real home. The shelter always echoed with loud cries of sorrow, screams of anger, and whimpers of hopelessness. You’d lie on the thin mattress tucked in the corner of your area and try to dream of the days your bed would be lush with pillows and blankets, decorated how you liked and  surrounded by the peace of you and whoever had chosen to love you.

And now those days have come. They’re real. You didn’t have to deal with the constant atmosphere of despair or the looming threat of punishment for acting like a human being. So why was it so easy for you to tumble into sadness like this? Why did the quiet no longer mean sanctuary but rather the absence of the person you loved most in this world? You could never work it out. It was too hard. Any time you tried you ended up spiraling into even more self loathing. Because there’s nothing to be sad about anymore. There’s no reason to feel like this. That stuff shouldn’t bother you; it’s nothing more than a collection of ugly memories at this point. Why couldn’t you be grateful for the life Leon had given you? The man gave you just about anything under the sun you could want, so why did one minor inconvenience have to throw you off this badly?

The bags by the door didn’t make you smile anymore. They only brought guilt. You didn’t deserve them. All the gifts and love he lavished upon you would never make you into what you were supposed to be.

Your thoughts consume you for longer than you notice. The sky darkens outside, tinting the room with a violet haze. You lie on the bed under your self-made cloud of gloom for hours, not noticing how much time has passed until you hear the garage door closing and footsteps getting closer. You glance at the bedroom door as it opens silently.

Of course, it’s Leon. His eyes fill with concern at the sight of you. He’d seen you down before but never so deflated. His face now resembles how he looked when he caught you humping his pillow all those months ago, but it’s also distinctly different. He still has curiosity in his gaze, not able to pin down what exactly is the reason for the present circumstances. Though the reaction this time is more worried than surprised. Your present state doesn’t shock him; instead he feels a protective instinct flare within him.

He approaches the bed and sits next to your limp form. His palm rubs up and down your arm slowly. “Hey baby,” he says softly, “You doing ok?”

You look up at him and nod. Sitting up, you scoot to him and align your side with his. Your legs extend out in the opposite direction of him as your head rests on the curve of his shoulder. “I just missed you,” you say softly, your arms encircling the circumference of his bicep.

He presses a kiss to the crown of your head and starts rubbing your back. “You do anything fun while I was gone?” he asks.

“Nothing special,” you respond, “Think shopping made me sleepy.”

You speak with a soft tone of voice, attempting to further the idea that this was merely a bout of tiredness. His eyebrows rise with suspicion. As cute as you look with your cheek squished against his shoulder, he pulls your body around and seats you on his lap. His fingers sweep down your jaw and guide you to look up at him.

“You sure you’re just tired? Nothing else? We weren’t out for that long. I just wanna make sure you’re alright,” he says, trying to show you with how he speaks that it’s not an accusation.

But you remain firm in your convictions and nod. “Mhm, I’m already feeling better. I just needed a little rest,” you assure him and tuck your face against his neck.

It’s not a lie. You were feeling better now that he had returned, each passing moment had little improvement for your mood. But he knew something still wasn’t right. He strokes down the silky expanse of your ears while his other hand massages the base of your tail.

“Well, I missed you too, y’know? Couldn’t stop thinking about my sweet baby bunny the whole time I was at work,” he says.

You were already melting against his chest from the physical contact, but now a smile graces your features. “Really?” you ask, looking up at him again.

“Really,” he confirms, “I felt pretty bad leaving you all alone when it was supposed to be our day.”

“Oh, you don’t have to fe-” you start before he interrupts.

“No, I told you the day was gonna be for us. So how about this?” he asks, rubbing his thumb back and forth over your chin, “How about instead we make it a night for us? I’ll give you a nice bath, put you in some of the new stuff I got you.”

He kisses your head again, then your temple, then your cheek.

“Maybe daddy’ll even give you a special treat before you fall asleep,” he murmurs before kissing your lips.

Taking in a deep breath, you nod. You’re helpless when he treats you like this, disagreeing doesn’t even seem like an option.

“Will you get in the bath with me though?” you ask.

He grins and rises off the bed with you in his arms. “Of course. Anything for my baby bunny.”

The two of you head to the attached bathroom. He sits you on the counter while drawing the bath. Steam drifts up into the hair from the hot water pooling in the tub. He lights some candles, dims the lights, and lets you pick out the scent of bubbles you want.

You sit on the laminate countertop, lazily swinging your dangling legs as you watch him. He checks the temperature of the water multiple times and stares at the clear liquid coming from the bottle of bubble bath. Once that’s taken care of, it’s your turn. He slips your shirt over your head and your bottoms down your legs like you’re the most delicate thing on the face of the earth. Kisses land on your jaw as he pulls your panties off too and drops them in the hamper with the other articles of clothing. So meticulous about everything, at least when it came to you.

He scoops you up again and brings you to the bath, setting you down in the water before twisting the faucet off and discarding his own clothing. Then he climbs in behind you, slotting his body between yours and the cool marble.

“C’mere, baby. Nice and close to daddy,” he murmurs as he pulls you onto his thighs.

You sink into his chest. The feeling of his skin against yours is almost enough to make it all better, enough to make you forget about earlier. You nuzzle into his muscular front, making him smile. He strokes your face and takes care to avoid getting your ears wet.

Both baths and showers used to make you anxious, and he knew that. One of the details you had shared with him about your life at the shelter was having to share the space with all the other hybrids, including the bathrooms. You’d told him how much you hated it, and he could only imagine. He tried extra hard now to make both as comfortable for you as possible, pampering you like an absolute princess.

Thinking about all this, him going above and beyond for you like he always did, makes you turn more into his body. Your arms loop around him, and you place your head beside his, obscuring your downtrodden expression from his vision. Your chin rests on his shoulder as he returns the embrace and holds you closer.

“My perfect girl,” he whispers.

The words are complimentary, but right now, the second in particular stings like a blade. You nestle your face against the warmth of his throat and tighten your limbs around him, trying to drown out the bad swirling inside of you with the feeling of his flesh on yours.

He knows you’re still acting a little unusual. Maybe your heat was right around the corner and it had you feeling extra needy. Maybe you were just still a bit sad about missing out on a day with him. He wasn’t totally sure, but he just wanted to make it better. And the way you were starting to press against him, breasts flush against his chest and the warmth of your thighs pressing against either side of him had his cock starting to stiffen up.

“Sweet thing… you wanna feel a little closer, hm?” he murmurs, fingertips rubbing tiny circles into the small of your back.

You weakly nod.

“Is this close enough? Or should daddy get even closer? I think being inside would feel even better,” he whispers.

You nod again, this time with more motivation. “Please daddy,” you mumble.

“Of course. All you had to do was ask,” he says. He lazily strokes himself a few times beneath the water, getting himself a little harder before he lifts you slightly and slides in.

A soft moan drifts out of you as he lowers you again. You put your head back down on him and sit with the comfort of being full.

“There’s my baby bunny,” he coos in a low voice.

He also takes in the feeling of your tight walls sucking him in. The feeling of your warm, wet embrace wrapped around him.

The two of you sit quietly for a while more, the bathroom silent except for the occasional trickle of water when one of you shifts. Flickering lights from the candles paint the walls in dim orange as the scent of the bubble bath takes over the air completely.

But to Leon’s dismay, your mood doesn’t seem to be brightening up. You don’t start squirming with the need to ride him like you normally would. You don’t get extra sappy with him and start going for more kisses or longing looks. 

He reaches for the wash cloth resting on the brim of the tub and soaks it in the water. He squirts some soap onto it and gently rubs it up and down your back. He can feel your muscles losing some of their tension, but you’re still withdrawn. He continues tenderly cleaning you off while you sit with him inside you.

After a few moments more, not knowing becomes unbearable. “Honey, what’s wrong?” he asks softly.

“Nothing, I’m-”

“You’re not just sleepy,” he interjects. His voice is still loving despite the confrontational manner of the conversation. 

He gently guides you away from his body so you’re kneeling straight up in the bath. His eyes scan you over, trying to make this easier by figuring out what it is, but he can’t. He brings the wash cloth up to your chest and starts brushing it against your chest, between your breasts, and down your belly.

“I know something’s wrong, and I know you’re scared of talking about things like this. But I would honestly prefer you telling me what it is, even if it comes out harsh, to sitting here and trying to figure out what’s bothering you,” he says as he rubs your skin with the soft cloth.

“I don’t know,” you say timidly.

“I’m only asking because I care. I can’t help you if I don’t know what the problem is. Seeing you hurting hurts me too, baby,” he responds.

“I’m not lying. I don’t know,” you say again, some defensiveness seeping into your words, “I don’t know why I feel bad. I don’t know how to tell you what’s wrong. I just- I felt sad earlier, and I know I shouldn’t feel sad which makes me more sad.”

He sees the panic rising in your eyes and hears your words becoming more rushed. In an effort to keep the situation controlled, he pulls you back to his chest, hushing your worries by engulfing you with his arms. You reciprocate the motion, eager to retreat from your emotions. He takes a pause to grapple with what you had just said.

“What do you mean you shouldn’t feel sad?” he asks.

“Because… because there’s no reason to be sad,” you answer.

“If you’re sad, then there’s a reason to be sad,” he says and looks down at you with growing concern.

You shake your head. “No, there isn’t,” you whimper. You start to feel tears collecting in your eyes while your throat feels like it’s constricting. “You make everything so perfect for me, and I can’t do the same for you.”

He’s beyond confused at this point. He feels a couple tears fall against his neck, and all he can do is hold you tighter.

“Woah, woah, baby, c’mon,” he says, trying to prevent more tears, “What are you talking about? Perfect? I don’t expect you to be perfect.”

“Yeah, exactly because you are perfect. You never push me. You never ask for too much. You never do anything bad, and I still get like this,” you cry.

“... Is that a bad thing?” he asks, still lost.

“No, but I just wanna be perfect for you too. You work so hard all the time at your job, and then you come home and you have to deal with me,” you weep and cling onto him more, “I don’t deserve you.”

“Don’t say that,” he says in a hushed voice, “You’re exactly what I want. I couldn’t ask for anything more than you.”

“Yes, you could. You deserve someone who can give you what you give. You deserve someone who’s not fucked up by stupid stuff from the past,” you cry, “I’ll never be a perfect pet, and I don’t wanna disappoint you.”

His chest aches and tightens up when he hears that. He starts to pull out, figuring this wasn’t the time to be balls deep inside you, but you stay locked around him so he stays put.

“Sweetheart, you’re not… I don’t see you as…” he starts, being careful with his words.

You continue your quiet crying against him.

“You’re more than a pet to me,” he decides, soft but firm, “You don’t disappoint me ever. You can’t disappoint me because I don’t have expectations of what you should be. You’re not some dumb animal that I want to mold into a fantasy. I know you were treated like that before, but that’s not what you are to me. You’re my baby bunny. My little love.”

More tears spill out onto him. The bathwater ripples with the shaking of your body.

“You’re not fucked up,” he whispers, “That stuff you went through at the shelter, that’s a big deal. I don’t expect you to just be able to move on from that like it’s normal. You need some extra care, and I’ve known that since the first day you came home with me. It’s not a bad thing. It’s something I love about you. I’m not dealing with you when we do things like this. You’re not a burden to me.”

“Promise?” is all you can choke out right now.

“I promise, baby. Cross my heart and hope to die,” he murmurs and kisses your temple. He sighs and squeezes his arms around you before saying a little more amidst the quiet of the bathroom. “I’m not gonna pretend I know exactly how you feel. But I know how it is to get shoved into a life you didn’t ask for. To get expectations put on you that you can never meet. I don’t want you to feel like that with me. I love you, and I’m gonna love you whether you’re a perfect ‘pet’ or not. That’s not what’s important to me.”

You know he’s being genuine. You hold yourself closer and press a few faint kisses to his throat. “I’m sorry,” you cry.

“Nothing to be sorry for,” he whispers, “Just try and calm down for me, sweet girl. Take some deep breaths.”

You do as he says and work towards settling down. Your breathing slows, and the tears slowly stop. He grabs another washcloth and wets it. He guides your head up and gives you a small kiss before dabbing at your cheeks and cleaning your face of any remaining sadness. Your eyes flutter shut and relax under the loving care of his movements. He tends to your hair next, caring for it how you need.

Once your bath is done, he pulls out of you. You give him a little pout, bringing a smirk to his face.

“Patience, little one,” he teases before standing up with you in his arms.

He taps the stopper with his foot, draining the bathtub as he steps out. He sets you down so he can wrap a towel around his waist and then bundles you up in a big fluffy one. He dries you off and brings you in front of the mirror. He applies some product to your ears, something he’d gotten to keep them from drying out. You can’t help the smile on your face as his fingers gently rub down your long, fluffy ears. You can feel his love through his motions. He follows it with your hair routine, going through each step with precision and making sure to do it just how you like.

Before he takes you to the bedroom, his arms curl around your waist and he slots his head next to yours, gazing into your eyes through the reflective glass of the mirror.

“My baby bunny,” is all he says before pulling you out to the bed and laying you down on it.

He gets some of your lotion, a scent he’d become so familiar with. He rubs it all up and down your legs, taking time to lightly massage as he works. His hands glide all over your body, over your hips, up your sides, across your chest, and down your arms to your hands. Every inch of you was going to feel soft as silk if he could help it. The soft sighs of pleasure that come from you are enough to keep him thoroughly invested in the process.

When he’s finished, he plants a kiss on your lips and gets up. He heads to the door where you had dropped the shopping bags from earlier. He’s rifling through them, pulling out some new items you could wear to bed. He fishes out a cute t-shirt and some smooth panties when he hears your voice call to him.

“Wait, daddy?” you say.

“Yeah, baby?” he responds immediately, looking over his shoulder at you.

“Come back,” you request.

He looks at you curiously but stands up and walks back to the edge of the bed where you were sitting. Looking down at you lovingly, he holds your jaw and squeezes your cheeks. “What is it?”

“I don’t wanna get dressed yet… Maybe I could still have my treat… if you want to,” you initiate timidly while grabbing the hem of his towel.

He smiles and breathes out a laugh. “Yeah? You’re feeling better and need daddy again?” he asks teasingly, letting you tug the towel loose. It crumples to the floor behind his legs and unveils his cock to you.

“Always need my daddy,” you say, looking up at him.

“Don’t I know it,” he teases.

He pushes you back on the bed and crawls on top of you. Leaning down, he kisses and nips at your neck. His hands squeeze your hips. You nuzzle the side of his head affectionately. Out of the corner of your eye you see him swat away the plush cow that sat nearby on a pillow from when you’d thrown it earlier.

“Hey,” you say, feigning protest, “That’s mean. He didn’t do anything.”

“I’m sure he’ll forgive me,” he says with a grin.

Your body is already exposed from the bath, and he takes advantage. He kisses down along your collarbone towards the valley of your breasts. His palms cup them at the sides as his lips coast over them. He always took his time with you when he could. He’d get to rush when you were in heat and soaked just from being in the room with him.

Your fingers lace through the strands of his hair as you draw in a sharp breath. He laves at your nipples and the sensitive flesh of your breasts. His tongue caresses along the curves slowly, building your anticipation and causing your tummy to start fluttering.

His hand slides down your body, dipping between your legs to seek out your center. His fingers brush against the velvet folds and feel how they’re beginning to grow slick with your arousal. He swirls around your clit before pressing down on the sensitive nub and rubbing. Your lips part as you mewl.

“Is daddy already making you feel good, baby?” he coos.

You nod as your face starts to morph into that pouty look you get when you’re worked up. He loves every second of it and continues flicking his middle finger against the bud.

“You gonna let me show you how perfect you are, hm?” he asks.

You simply whine in response and tilt your head back against the pillows.

“That’s my girl. So fuckin’ pretty when you get like this,” he says.

He swipes his fingers up and down some more until he feels you're wet enough and ready to take him. He was certain you could take it without as much prep. Over the last couple of months, you’d you’d shown him the phrase “fucking like rabbits” was true after all, but he liked making you feel like you needed it. He like dragging his tip against your entrance, teasingly prodding the head of his cock at your hole. He savored the way you whine and squirm for it. Just like you were doing right now.

He pushes it in you, a deep groan coming from him as he sinks in all the way to the hilt. The way your eyes flutter and droop drives him crazy. His arms cage you down on the mattress as his knees sink into the plush blankets for leverage so that he can start thrusting.

“Perfect fit, that’s for sure,” he grunts, “No one else can take my cock like you can.”

You nod, whimpering and holding onto him. “Made for my daddy,” you say before gasping.

“Yeah you were. My perfect angel bunny. Sent down just for me,” he says and starts rocking his hips.

You writhe within the confines of his arms. Your breasts push up against his chest as your back arches. He fucks into you deep as he can, just how he knows you like it. Gripping your wrists, he pins them on the mattress, keeping you secure and in place so that he can piston his hips against you without interruption.

His own head tilts back, eyes shutting and lips separating the smallest bit. You gaze up at him like he’s the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen. Every bit of him makes you clamp around his length.

“Such a good girl,” he mutters, “This is just what you needed. Just needed daddy to breed you and get you nice and calm again.”

That word makes your fuse burn faster, and you nod vigorously. “Can’t help it daddy,” you whimper, “I’m just a bunny. Don’t know any better.”

“Oh, I know, baby. Sweet little bunny like you needs to be bred. You need daddy’s cock to function, don’t you? Nothing feels right if you haven’t been bred,” he says, picking up more speed.

“Mhm,” you squeak.

Your legs start trembling hard as he hammers into your sweet spot over and over. To stabilize you, he lets go of your wrists and places his palms on the back of your thighs. He’s pressing you so hard into the mattress it feels like you might drop through straight to the floor. You cry out for him again and again, spurring him on.

“Good girl. I gotta breed my perfect little bunny. Fuck you nice and full like you deserve,” he grunts. The bed creaks with the force of his movements.

He pants as he drills into you. His head eventually falls forward to your shoulder again, but his hips don’t stop rolling.

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum so hard, you’re gonna end up with a whole litter,” he moans.

Your eyes roll back and your legs lock around his waist. “Need it, daddy. Please,” you whine and clutch at his shoulders.

“I need it too baby. Need to knock up my sweet baby bunny. Gotta get you nice and full so everyone knows you’re all mine,” he says.

You’re both almost at the peak, gripping each other as tight as possible, sucking in air like there’s a limited supply. Both of you are moments from snapping when Leon’s eyes screw shut, his mind clouded by images of you pregnant with his babies. It’s too much, and he’s snapping into you like he’ll die otherwise.

“You’re gonna be the prettiest mama to our perfect babies,” he moans against you before his body starts sputtering.

The feeling of his cum flooding into you is enough to throw you over the edge with him. You seize up, back arching off the bed like you're possessed. You babble out some words of love, but all of it gets lost. You’re so jumbled up from the high, you both can only cling to each other as you ride it out.

You’re still breathing heavy as you come down, and so is he. Puffs of his breath come out right next to your ear. He lazily kisses below the lobe as you come back to reality.

“You see how important to me you are? See how much I love you?” he murmurs as he carefully rolls over and brings you to rest on his chest with him still buried inside you.

You nod and peck his jaw as you settle against him.

“Good. I never want you thinking like that again. If you ever need a reminder of what I think of you, I want you to tell me, and I’ll give you this same reminder.”

“I will,” you agree softly as he strokes your back.

You’re both exhausted from the exertion and the long day. He’s content to just melt into the bed while tangled up with you.

“Gonna keep you plugged up for a while, baby. Gotta make sure it takes, my sweet girl,” he mumbles as his eyes start drooping.

You gaze up at him, pretty sure you have hearts in your eyes. Your doubt and sadness had been abated for now. You nuzzle him and kiss his chest before trying to get some rest yourself. 

“Love you daddy. So so much,” you whisper.

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x y/n #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy imagine #leon kennedy smut #resident evil imagines #resident evil x reader #resident evil smut #resident evil x you

[shrewstew]

South Park sleep headcanons cuz im bored!!!!!!!!

Stan’s gang:

Stan kicks the covers off of the bed, and ends up in some weird ass position. He drools too. And snores slightly. He likes to listen to music before bed.

Cartman is similar to Stan, but less snoring and more sleep talking. Kyle is kinda convinced he only “sleep talks” for attention. He is a huge bed hog, and thrashes a lot. He also sleeps with Clyde Frog, but he usually ends up on the floor.

Butters has an issue where he can’t fall asleep without holding onto a motherfucker/ref. So he has a stuffed animal to keep him from getting nightmares. He is a very heavy sleeper, and I believe so due to that one unfortunate episode. You know the one.

Kenny sleeps like a corpse. However he has frequent nightmares that make him twitch very slightly and wake at random. He doesn’t move much when he’s asleep, but he falls asleep in weird positions sometimes. He doesn’t bring it with him on sleepovers, but he does own a stuffed bear. Its missing 3 limbs and its ears, he got it while in the hospital. He sleeps naked because he’s fucking deranged. That or in footie pajamas/oversized hand-me-downs

Kyle is a light sleeper, and usually moves to the couch on sleepovers. Otherwise, he is the most normal sleeper, and he prides himself in being normal boy. I would say he wears a bonnet, but be fr, he does not take that trapper hat off. Him and Stan wear matching pjs.

Craig’s gang:

Tweek obviously has insomnia. He is also paranoid and is convinced there are people outside watching him. So he also HAS to sleep with the curtains closed, doors shut. The only time he is not twitching, ironically, is when he is asleep. But he still has nightmares. This poor kid, man.

Craig sleeps like a log. He is hard to wake up, and he doesn’t even take very long to fall asleep.

Honestly idk about the rest, so it’s heavily phoned in, sorry :(

Jimmy wears headgear, and wears the classic ebeneezer scrouge pjs. He snores VERY loud. And drools A LOT.

(SLEEP TOKEN REFERENCE????) Tolkien sleeps in ex-PENSIVE pjs, Gucci shit.

Clyde is a bed hog and a cover hog. I feel like he used to have a stuffed bear.

Timmy snores like “honk…Tim-Tim-Tim-timmay” he also canonically owns a bear in a wheelchair, but I think he prefers to snuggle with Gobbles (his turkey) Timmy is such a great character I wish he had more screen time

#sleepover #south park #stan marsh #kenny mccormick #butters stotch #kyle broflovski #craig tucker #eric cartman #tweek tweak #tolkien black #clyde donovan #jimmy valmer #timmy burch #headcanon #cringe

[izvmimi]

cw: infidelity. angst. minors dni.

a/n: i was in a mood when i wrote this lmfaooo

There’s a lump in your throat, compounded by the feeling of your throat closing up concentrically, as everything settles in at once.

Izuku is cheating on you.

Your Izuku.

Symbol of Peace Izuku.

Izuku who has always smiled and held you and told you you were enough and more, in your highs and in your lows.

He’s cheating on you, unabashedly, and you’re in the process of forgetting how to breathe.

Your lungs ache as you sift through what else is left behind in his car. Besides panties that don’t belong to you (bolder and skimpier than anything you can imagine wearing yourself), there’s a bit of lipstick, stains that you can’t identify as your vision is blurring with tears… your mind keeps trying to recreate positions in the backseat that is too small for someone like him. Did he lay down like a filthy animal and let her ride him, smiling down at him like you’ve done so many nights before? Or did it start in the front seat, her taking the opportunity of a stopped red light to dip down low and engulf his straining cock in her mouth, only for him to pull over and pull her under him? 

How many times? How long have you been fooled? Were all those late nights really missions or trysts? Every time he went to the shower first, instead of kissing you as you pretended to be long asleep - was that really coincidence or was he so desperate to wash off the stench of another woman?

Is the owner of the barely there panties, stuffed vengefully in a baggie, the only one? Or will there be more to find, each belonging to people that are prettier, younger, more agreeable than you are?

It’s all you can think about for the rest of the day. Wrapped up in blankets that you’ve changed because you can’t stand the smell of him right now, you force yourself into a fitful sleep, the evidence laid bare for everyone to see in the living room, the door to the bedroom locked, and your heart broken.

—

You wake up to the fitful shaking of the door. Disoriented, you can hear your husband’s voice yelling, or rather his voice is raised, but barely audible over the sound of the door being shaken dramatically. You know it’s just for show - he can just as easily force it open as he can do whatever else he wants in this relationship.

“Babe? Why is this door locked? Listen, if it’s about the… thing in the living room, I-I can explain.”

You don’t say anything back, reaching for your earphones, drowning out the noise with loud orchestral music, the sound of clashing cymbals minimally distracting to your life crashing to pieces.

It takes five minutes for him to decide to force the door. 

You don’t budge, despite knowing that your bedroom door is now cleanly ripped off its hinges. Even if he’s gone mad enough to break your vows, and mad enough to break your property, he would never be so insane to hurt you physically.

You don’t hear him call your name, or rather you choose not to hear, and soon your blankets are ripped off of you as well, and this is when you sit up, now in a rage yourself.

“What the fuck do you want?!”

Izuku is red-faced and clearly upset, but even so, for a split second he pales in the face of your own fury.

“It’s not what you think-” he starts, and your blood runs hot then ice cold. You smile, wide and poisonous.

“Okay.” The smile doesn’t reach your eyes, and it unsettles him, because he knows that smile. It’s the smile you’ve given people the closest to dead you can manage; it’s the smile that means you’re past any sort of reason, and at any moment you can snap.

But you haven’t snapped now. Now you hold your arms to yourself, somewhere between cold and guarded, and watch him. Empty but smiling.

You didn’t ask him to continue, and he opens his mouth, faltering as he can’t come up with the words to explain himself. And here he notices that your eyes are puffy and red, and your face is puffy, and even your lips, and even if your smile is empty and terrifying, you look exhausted with thought.

“I don’t love her,” is the only excuse he can come up with. You already have pieced the rest, and this part is true.

“Isn’t that a relief?” your reply is honeyed. “May I return to bed?” you ask.

Izuku breathes in.

“Don’t leave me,” he says and his voice cracks.

And you laugh once, loudly, sharply, disrespectfully, before sitting back down on your bed and pulling the covers over your head.

He pleads your name again, pulling at the blankets and tossing them to the side, and he watches, as you try to pretend things are not happening, and you can make it through shutting out the outside world.

“Please talk to me.”

You snort, then sit up. There’s a long hard look you give him, where you take in his treacherous features, the false concern in his eyes, the quiver in his mouth, the freckles you’ve spent many a night kissing, shoulders that another woman has hung on, a voice that spoke lies to you, every inch of him a piece of shit.

“All I have to say to you is I hope she came.”

#izuku x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #daydreams: bnha #thoughts: izuku #cw infidelity #izuku angst #mimi's notes

[sunshinediaz]

writing patterns 🫧

rules: list the first line(s) of your last 10 posted fics and see if there's a pattern!

in the meantime | 2.3k, teen

“You should take him on a vacation when he gets out,” Athena says, nudging her shoulder with his. “It’ll be nice.” 

i am just a fool, but i have loved you all along | 5.1k, teen

At 10:17 in the morning, Buck barges through the front door unannounced. He has an impressive load of shit in his hands—boxed candies and chocolate-covered strawberries and two stuffed animals and a massive bouquet of magnolias and yellow daises packed in a gorgeous glass vase. 

like a cat in the rain | 4.6k, teen

A ricocheting clap of thunder wakes Buck up from a deep, dreamless sleep. He startles, shaking in a shot of terror at the sudden noise, and nearly falls off the couch as he flails in an attempt to gather his bearings. 

he's a big boy | 5.7k, explicit

The best thing about being married to Buck is that Eddie finally has somebody to carry the forty pound bags of mulch to the backyard when he doesn’t want to. 

what to do when evan buckley breaks into your house at 3:17 in the morning | 2.9k, teen

A sharp, resounding noise wakes Eddie up from a messy, sweaty sleep. He snorts, coughs, snorts again, and rolls over to check the time on the alarm clock with one crusty eye open. 

the house i built is burning | 6.4k, mature

Giggling, drunk on champagne and Buck’s fingers shoved up under his shirt, Eddie kisses his way along Buck’s throat, behind Buck’s ear, and whispers, “D’you know we haven’t fucked since last year?” 

deck the halls (and your in-laws) | 29.6k, mature

Four days before Christmas Eve, Ramon and Helena Diaz arrive at LAX at two-thirty in the afternoon. 

and i feel just like i want to kiss you underneath my mistletoe | 9.3k, teen

“So, you’re telling me,” Ravi starts in, all wide-eyed and giggly like he’s been given a secret he can’t wait to share, “that you’ve never kissed anyone under a mistletoe? Ever?” 

merle said mama tried, but the prison still won | 2.9k, teen

Eddie would like to preface this by saying he considers himself to be a kind, mature, intelligent, thoughtful man who tries his utmost best to meet people in the middle whenever an aggravating situation arises. 

there you are, sweetheart | 2.9k, teen

Exhausted, worn all the way down to the bone, Eddie stumbles into the house and kicks the door shut with the heel of his boot. He’s loud about it, too, stomping and huffing and tossing his bag on the floor like he used to as a teenager after baseball practice; he’ll pick it up later just like he’ll sweep up the mud from his boots, too, but after. 

oooh, i found a few patterns doing this, lmao, and those are: 1. turnpike lyrics as titles 2. putting mr eddie and his boy buck thru it 3. i am the King of Silly Eddie 4. i was accidentally in the holiday spirit

tagged by @actualalligator, @puppyboybuckley, @wikiangela, @honestlydarkprincess, @devirnis, @jeeyuns, and @exhuastedpigeon, mwah

tagging @monsterrae1, @loserdiaz, @wildlife4life, @watchyourbuck, @rogerzsteven, and @thewolvesof1998 if any of you wanna play!

#cackling at all of this silly stuff #can't wait to return to this mindset ugh #tag games

[caroldantops]

nothing fucks with my baby || w.m.

this post contains multiverse of madness spoilers. 

ship: wanda maximoff x reader

warnings: dark themes (18+), yandere!wanda maximoff, gender neutral reader, forced ageplay, heavy mdlg dynamics, mommy!wanda, little!reader, kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, codependence, lactation kink, implied violence/murder

(read part one here)

After Westview was freed from Wanda’s grasp, you honestly felt…lost. 

You returned to your normal life as an agent, saw your friends again, had to answer a lot of question about what exactly happened in Westview that you didn’t have the answer to. 

Except you did. Wanda left you will all of the tender memories of her and you together. The way she held you, kissed you, fucked you. 

The others always commented about how horrible it was that she took you away like that, held all those people hostage as well. How they weren’t sure if they would ever be able to see her the same way again. You always stayed silent, and they took it as you not wanting to relive your time there so they backed off.

If only they knew.

Every night, you dream of what your life would have been like if Wanda hadn’t freed the town and you were allowed to stay with her. When you wake up, you’re always left with tears streaming down your face, nose stuffy from crying in your sleep. 

The only person who can comfort you is no where to be found. 

Until you get word that Stephen is looking for her. Something about her looking for a path into the multiverse. You know she’s after something, but you don’t know what. 

Stephen doesn’t let you go with him to find her, and you don’t know why. You can’t hear his reasoning behind the anger ringing in your ears. 

You remain in your little apartment, cold without the warmth of Wanda engulfing you. Your thumb slips into your mouth as it often does lately, craving your lips around anything else. 

You’re startled awake by someone grabbing you, and you try to scream on impulse, but you’re shushed by a familiar soft voice, and your tears are brushed away from your cheek by a corrupted looking fingertip.

“Mommy?” you choke out, easily slipping into the title even after not seeing her for months.

“Yes, baby,” Wanda kisses your forehead. “Mommy’s here.” 

She brings you to where she’s been staying, a mirage of a little cottage in the woods, the fields filled with apple blossoms that you already know you’ll enjoy helping her tend to. 

Wanda explains that she had to go into hiding after Westview, which you figured, but the question that keeps nagging at you finally erupts as she shows you around your new home. 

“Why didn’t you come back for me?” 

Wanda looks almost pained when you say that. 

“I wanted to. I wanted us to go back to the way we were. I’ve been trying to get into a universe where we were still together because...I didn’t think you’d come back to me in this one.” 

The Wanda in front of you isn’t the one you remember. She’s tired, paranoid, lost in herself. Her darkened fingertips show how desperately she’s been trying to return to you. Another you. It hurts, the idea of her being with you, but not really with you. But you understand. 

Wanda and you settle into a routine again. She managed to bring all of your belongings with her this time - even the little stuffed animal that she got you in Westview that you were shocked didn’t disappear along with the hex. 

Everything is going smoothly until Stephen returns again, saying he’s going to bring you back home. 

“They are home, Stephen,” Wanda snaps at him. “They want to be here. Isn’t that right, darling?” 

“I do,” you insist. 

They argue for a while longer, Stephen throwing around words like kidnapping and stockholm syndrome and you can only shrink into yourself as Wanda grows more and more angry with him. 

“Baby? Go inside the house for me, okay?” Wanda says over her shoulder. “Mommy’s got to talk to Stephen a little longer.” 

You obey, and try to cover your eyes as you see huge flashes of red and gold clashing outside the window. You clutch your stuffie to your chest, thumb slipping into your mouth as you try to drown out the yelling of more people from outside. 

Why couldn’t they just leave you alone? You were safe here with your Mommy. 

Sure, you missed your friends and family. It was harder when you remembered them - unlike you had in Westview. But Wanda promised once things calmed down you could see them again! 

Before you know it, the yelling and blasts have stopped. When Wanda walks in, the metallic smell of blood hits your senses and your body reacts viscerally, but Wanda is quick to eliminate the issue. She changes from her bloodied suit with a flash of magic and pulls you up to sit with her on the couch. 

“They’re not going to bother us anymore, baby,” she mumbles against your cheek. When she notices your thumb planted in your mouth, she shakes her head. “Nuh-uh. What have I told you?” 

“No thumbs,” you pout. Wanda laughs at your disappointment, relieved that you aren’t pushing her away after that little show. She tugs her shirt down and guides you to her nipple, sighing as you immediately latch on and start sucking. 

Wanda sighs as her full breasts get some relief, smiling down at you as you look up at her with sleepy eyes, her milk soothing you to sleep.

“My good baby.” 

After that, Wanda is even more paranoid than she already was. Although it seems like Stephen has given up on his rescue plan, she still refuses to let you contact anyone else to even let them know that you’re safe. 

“They won’t believe you. They’ll just come swooping in like Strange did. And what if they take you away this time? What will you do without your Mommy?” 

You agree, of course, your own autonomy having slipped away way back when Wanda originally took you in. 

Wanda keeps you safe. She keeps you loved. And she won’t let anyone get in her way. 

#wanda maximoff x reader #dark wanda maximoff #MULTIVERSE OF MADNESS SPOILERS #MoM spoilers #darkfics #age/play #c: wanda #headcanons #silver writes

[fluffymaxsworld]

“seven days”

tuesday

model!simonriley x normie!reader

[first step, complimenting!!, dealss, no smut (but he wants to bend you over and fuck you mindlessly), wattpad kinda love story lmao]

TUESDAY

*driin driin*

7am, an early number for simon, who’s used to wake up when he wants to.

“oi, wake up” you whispered-yelled, “s’time to work you lazy ass”

“one more minute…” he muttered with a sleepy voice. how cute.

“what are you? six? wake up, the breakfast ends at 8:30 am and i’m already missing precious time.”

“go without me, imma sleep some more”

“so it’s real the rumor about you hating kids” you teased, poking his arm with your index finger, “think about their look in their faces, do you realize how sad you’re going to make ‘em feel?”

“oh, shut up” he slowly sat straight and yawned like a little boy.

“i feel like i’m going to babysit you, not those children” you sighed, walking to the bathroom to brush your teeth.

“tsk” was the only sound coming out of him.

“idiot”

breakfast, or any meal, meant simon and you sitting next to each other.

“he works here for the reputation, he doesn’t care about the kids, johnny” you were walking towards the canteen with your friend, complaining about simon (once again).

“he’s okay, i guess. he’s a calm guy, plus he attracts a lot people…”

“girls, you mean.” you interrupted him.

“okay, girls…” he sighed, almost defeated, “but that’s fine, he’s cool, we’re cool. both paths win.”

“oh cmon! you’re just saying it because of the girls”

“well, he’s attractive himself, don’t you think?”

“he’s not” you lied. he was attractive, maybe the most attractive man you’ll ever meet. dark brown eyes, hard muscles and clean skin, he always smelled amazing, vanilla and coffee with a hint of smoke.

“who is not?” a deep voice interrupted the conversation between you and johnny, tapping lightly your shoulder. simon.

“not your business” you said, taking from the common room a couple of chocolate biscuits and a cup of coffee.

“you’re always so rude?” he scoffed.

“no, but you deserve a special treatment, don’t you think, mr model?” you replied sarcastically.

“can’t you see me as simon and not as mr model for once?” he rolled his eyes, muttering something between himself.

“the reason you’re here is not your ‘kind heart’.” you grunted ironically, sitting on your seat, “is because you need the public to see you as the ‘sweet simon’.”

“well, even if it was true, what’s your problem with me working here?” he replied coldly. “am i hurting someone? don’t think so”

“i just can’t stand who doesn’t care. i love the kids, they’re innocent souls and someone like you is the worst that could happen to them” you explained.

“give me a week, and i’ll swear to god you’re gonna change your mind” he looked at you, his gaze completely emotionless.

“a week to act like a human being?”

“three days.”

“deal” you extended your hand for a handshake.

he took your hand and shook it, his eyes fixated on you. your cheeks were already burning and the subtle staring contest between you and simon wasn’t helping. he had on his black surgical mask, but you could feel his mouth arching into a hidden smile.

“you could start by helping me with the kids”

were you asking him to help you?

“sure, why not” he smirked and stood up, walking towards the common room with you.

the kids were playing around with cars, stuffed animals and barbies, chuckling and smiling sweetly. a view that makes you melt every time.

“simon!” alex, the little kid he met the first day, ran towards him, “how are youu?”

“i’m fine kiddo, and you?” he got on his knees to look at the little boy.

“i’m good!” he grinned and took simon’s finger that felt huge in his hand, “hello y/n!!”

“hey hun!” you annoyed mood shifted as soon as you stepped inside. you sat next to alex and kissed his pinky soft cheeks.

“do you know simon? he’s my new friend!”

you smiled, even tho simon could feel that you were forcing yourself, and patted his head, “i’m really happy you found a new friend”

simon and you split up, you were playing with half of the children and him with the others.

you completely forgot about simon, now acting so sweet and caring, your brownish oversized shirt with the bleached pair of jeans you messily wore the same morning definitely didn’t help simon in leave his gaze from you.

he could feel his cheeks warming up at each smile you gave alexander or his friends, feeling the sympathy you had for the kids. he was slowly driving crazy, you were driving him crazy. three days, and he swears he’s gonna make a move on you. he was used to the egocentric models and actresses he usually spend one or two nights together, but you were so kind, you were the sweetest thing on earth.

like a little boy he poked alex’s little arm, “hey kiddo, do you know if y/n has a boyfriend or something?”

he laughed, “she’s my girlfriend!”

he chuckles softly, “oh yeah? so she has a boyfriend”

you felt his gaze on you, for the whole day. lunch, dinner, even when you were brushing your teeth.

“do i have something on my face?” you suddenly asked.

“why?”

“you keep staring at me” you replied, “do i have something on my face?”

“no” he said darkly, his deep voice matching his black tight shirt.

you laid on your bed, looking at the ceiling and sighing.

“why are you here?” you asked him genuinely.

he turned around to face you.

“my manager forced me to” he replied.

“the rumors. are they true?” you faced him back.

“if i hate kids? no. i don’t particularly like them either.” he said, his english accent clear.

“you’re not a bad person, and i’m sorry for my attitude. i just can’t…”

“…can’t stand who doesn’t care. you told me already.” he cut you short, “but i do care. my father wasn’t one of best, and just look at alex! so full of energy and life, he’s an icon”

you chuckled softly, thinking about how great alex was.

his jaw dropped slightly, did he just make you laugh?

he interrupted the laugh, “you’re breathtaking”

“i’m sorry?”

“you’re breathtaking, i told you that yesterday but you didn’t hear me” he whispered, looking into your eyes.

“oh… thanks” you blushed slightly, needing to change subject, “and i’m… sorry for you father”

“s’okay. i moved on. he was a real dick.” he smirked, but you could feel the sadness in his voice.

“seriously, you… no, no one deserves a shitty childhood. that’s why i need to fulfill those kids dreams. they deserve to be loved”

“you’re… sweet. you’re really something else.” he mumbled, “goodnight”

“goodnight”

a/n: I NEED TO KISS ON THE LIPS SIMON POOR BOY☹️☹️

sorry if it’s short, i’ve working on a fluffy fic that i reallyyyy care about!!

#ghost x reader #cod simon riley #ghost x you #simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon riley smut #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you

[vaguely-yandere]

imagine girly yanderes,,,

girly yanderes who get away with much more than a regular yandere could because theyre just so friendly and cute. No one questions the sugary sweet, loveable popular person when people go missing. No one questions it when they see them dragging something big and heavy to the dump, in fact, they offer to help because a sweet young thing like them shouldn't be doing any heavy lifting!

girly yanderes who tremble a bit when they do your makeup because they can feel your breath on their face, tickling their peach fuzz, able to finally appreciate your beauty up close without looking weird, feeling barely able to breathe because your just so close, so trusting, so vulnerable, it makes them want to do horrible things. you're just so close, just one slip and they'd finally be able to feel your soft lips against theirs... (you have no idea what you do to me..)

girly yanderes who borrow your chapstick and instead of giving it back to you, they just hand you a replacement they bought weeks ago for this exact moment. (i got an exact replica of the one you gave me, just with a bit more of my DNA on it.) hyperventilating later at the indirect kisses being exchanged without your knowledge, replaying the image of your lips coming into contact with the chapstick they covered in kisses just. for. you.

girly yanderes who use their social status to ruin the lives of the people who even glance at you for a second too long. “I heard she has herpes.” “Doesn’t their dad always stare at girls?” “Well, I heard he fucked his cousin!” “I saw them following some kid home, next day they were covered in scratches. I wonder what happened...”  "I passed her during gym and she smelled like rotting, sweaty cheese.. I threw up after words!" "Just don't tell anyone I told you about this, okay? I'd hate for their reputation to get ruined.."

girly yanderes who listen to pop music, humming along while they scrub the blood off their jeans, makeup a little runny and smudged from the humidity and sweat of a fresh fight, muscles aching, fresh bruises and scratches all over their body. They silently relished in the idea of you frowning when you eventually saw the wounds and eventually taking care of them, those gentle hands of yours applying a bandaid on the scratches, gently kissing the bruises, hugging them to comfort them. They wouldn't even have to tell you the truth! You would fill in the blanks with some sob story and they wouldn't even have to say a word. (i don't enjoy making you worry, really, but it's hard to correct you when you keep looking at me like that...)

girly yanderes who lay in bed, legs swinging, giggling as they scribble your name over and over into a notebook with the pen you gave them when you first met. Pictures of you surround them, covering their walls, clothes you’ve lent them covering their pillows and stuffed animals, your favorite deodorant sitting on their dresser along with every small thing you’ve ‘gifted’ them. the toothbrush you used when you slept over, locks of your hair they took when you asked them to trim your hair, every single chapstick they’ve taken from you, socks, underwear, hair ties, notes, anything you wouldn’t miss too much. the underwear and socks were a low move but they were old and worn out and seeing your flushed face when you stepped out of the locker room, awkwardly adjusting yourself in your clothes, it was just so worth it. (you were so cute, so worried someone would notice you didn't have underwear on but don't worry. only you and i knew, i made sure of it.)

girly yanderes who can’t ever sleep when you sleep over, eyes wide and unblinking as they watch your stomach slowly rise and fall with each breath. they had put just a bit of melatonin in your last drink, had an entire crisis about it before you came over. ‘I won’t be able to have late night talks with them but I rarely get the opportunity to watch them sleep, see them so unguarded.. And I wouldn’t be a good future lover if I ruined their sleep schedule!’ In the end, they decided to ‘drug’ you later in the night, after a few rounds of truth or dare, never have I ever, a few movies and obviously a couple of emotional late night talks where you admitted to some of your deeper secrets and they admitted to having a massive crush on someone but refused to reveal on who. "You know who.."

girly yanderes who do cheerleading, developing durable, strong muscles and enough endurance to run down and cut the throat of the football player who winked at you, suffocate the nerd that flushed when you smiled at them, bash the head of another cheerleader who stupidly admitted to having a crush on you after a game. they only felt a little guilty because those poor people didn't understand what they were getting into when they fell for you but a warning had to be sent.

You belonged to someone else xoxo &lt;3

#yandere #yandere scenarios #vague yandere #yandere prompts #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #yandere x darling #girly yandere

[hyeitsju]

choerry hcs? both sfw and nsfw thank youuu^^

So sorry for the late reply and the bad writing, I'm not very good at it.

Choerry hcs!!

(Choerry x FEMALE Reader)

• She is the most affectionate person EVER

• Hugs and cheek kisses 24/7, it's non negotiable

• So talkative but also loves to listen to you rant about your day

• She loves spending time with you

• If she is not at your house then you are at hers

• Her mood can be lifted just by looking at you

•Her members definitely text you when she’s really upset (basically never) so you can help her calm down

• Cuddles with her are heaven

• Although, once she starts she will not let go

• Even in her sleep

• Takes you out on carnival dates a lot, she probably has a collection somewhere of all the stuffed animals the both of you have won.

• And when she pays for both of your food she makes sure to mention it for at least the next 3 hours

• She would looove it if your as clingy as she is, you two would be a power couple

• You would still get teased by the girls, tho

• When she first met your parents they automatically took her in as their child

• If they tell her something embarrassing you did as a child she will never stop bringing it up

• Whenever she isn’t sleeping over at your house, she will FaceTime you so she can fall asleep to the sound of you talking.

• Doesn’t get jealous often but when she won’t say anything

• She’ll just sit back and pout until you come back over to her

•When you do she will be complaining nonstop

•If not that then she’ll try to politely excuse you from the conversation and leave wherever you both are early.

• Very flirty

• Would 100% text you pick up lines at random

• She’ll say them in public too and will get upset if you don’t react or reciprocate

• If your as clingy as she is then you both will be inseparable

• Wherever you are people automatically assume she’s at most 15 ft away

• Kisses 24/7

• On the cheek, on the forehead, on the lips, on the neck

• She just need to kiss you

• Choerry is a very supportive girl, you could tell her you want to be a sumo wrestler and she’d be happy for you

• She’d send you signed stuff like albums or photocards and whatnot and would explode in happiness whenever you post about them

• I personally think that she wouldn’t be private about your relationship

• She wouldn’t talk about you 24/7 or constantly post pictures of you, she’d just let it be known that y’all are dating.

• If she were to hide it however, she would need to avoid all topics about you.

• If you were an idol, there would be no chance.

•Her face just lights up at your name and by seeing you, people would connect the dots themselves.

• Is so defensive for you.

• If people leave hate comments about you she’d get mad and tell them off

• Hates fighting with you.

• Although, one of you is gonna apologize within the next 3 hours after the fight

• She just can’t stand you being mad at her and vise versa

(nsfw)

• I don’t know if it’s cuz I’m a pillow princess but I can’t see her as a bottom

• She’s just dominant in my eyes

• A soft dom tho, I can’t really see hee being too rough

• She has a high sex drive, 1000%

• You just turn her on, what can I say?

• She’s pretty vanilla tbh, maybe besides a light overstimulation and (maybe) exhibition kink

• She can be at school, work, a restaurant, on a camping trip

• She could be 10 minutes from going on stage and she will still find a way to fuck you

• I feel like she wouldn’t really like to use sex toys, maybe a vibrator or two but other than that, no.

• I just can’t see her using a strap or dildo

• She prefers to use her hands or her body

• She isn’t really into sending or receiving nudes but if you decided to send one she definitely wouldn’t mind.

• Loves overstimulating you

• Most of the time it’s not even on purpose, she just gets lost in the taste and feel of your pussy

• She loves your boobs equally tho

• I feel like she’s the type of girl to hold your boobs while falling asleep

• Or, like, play with them while cuddling

• She could and has came untouched from the sound of you moaning her name

• She loves bathroom sex

• Specifically the bathrooms that have stalls

• Watching you try to keep quiet as she fingers you or eats you out alone could make her cum, especially if there’s someone else in the bathroom or in the next stall.

Sorry the nsfw section is small!! I was tryna fill it but I couldn’t really think of much! Also, sorry this is really bad

#loona hcs #loona x fem reader #loona x reader #choerry #Choerry x reader #choerry x fem reader #loona odd eye circle #choerry hcs

[ssplague]

Self indulgent, little morning piece for your viewing pleasure!

Mature audience only, not edited.

Katsuki admires your beauty while trying to muffle his debauched sounds as he jerks off in bed beside you, envisioning his cum in and on you in all his favorite ways.

He just wants to nut on you okay? Don’t judge early morning horny brain 😈🧠

🌞 🍆 💦 💦 💦

It’s early in the morning; The first peak of sunlight is starting to crest the horizon.

You looks so beautiful as you sleep soundly beside Katsuki in his bed.

He’s been awake for thirty minutes already, admiring your beauty, and trying as hard as he can to stay silent while beating his dick.

What? He can’t help it okay, yeah so what if you guys fucked before falling asleep?! It’s a new day and the explosion hero woke up with his cock mimicking an iron rod. If you woke up and caught him, he’d be embarrassed and surely you’d scoff in disgust at the amount of pre cum dribbling down the fingers wrapped around his dick. He stuffed you so full of his cum last night, but his balls are nice and full again.

Katsuki wants to cum on you; He wants to come in you, see it smeared all over your face, watch you swish it around in your mouth, and let a little dribble down your tits. Maybe he’s weird or maybe it’s just animal instinct ingrained in him from his long dead ancestors. Either way, he just wants to cum all over you.

“Like a dog pissing on a fire hydrant, ya know?” He looks at you expecting you to understand and sympathize with his desire.

You just stared at him….Safe to say he was stuck jerking it that night too.

The blonde trembles at the thought of your sweet little hole filled to the brim with his seed last night. A breathy “Fucccck” escapes him before he shoves a fist in his mouth, he’s so close now, just keep picturing different mental snap shots of you with his cum on or in you. The hand on his length moves up and down with reckless abandon now, he’s too far gone too worry about being over heard now.

Bucking his hips up to his fist as the first tingle of release starts in his swollen sac. Rather than the feel of his own calloused hand he feels warm, wet, suction as he thrusts upwards for what now happens to be the final time.

The groan that erupts from his mouth as his cum shoots down your throat is music to your ears.

Staring up at the ceiling as he pants like a fucking dog, you slurp up any remaining mess and throw yourself down beside him.

“Thanks for breakfast stud”

Gods, he won’t ever get enough of you.

“Mhm, how bout you feed me now princess?”

A/N: A long term boyfriend I had l, once told me that in his early teens when a girl would ask him for a facial that’s what came to mind for some reason 😆 He had enough tact to never voice this thought to others, but he reassured me it no longer was something that crossed his mind by the time we got together. This wasn’t said in a malicious manner to degrade anyone, it was just one of those strange comparisons drawn/thoughts people tend to have 😅😝

🚒   🐩

#katsuki bakugou #Bakugou thirst #bakugou smut #I want Katsuki to nut on me like a dog pissing on a fire hydrant #yes I said like a fuckin fire hydrant #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou x y/n #bnha smut #shorties #Bnha imagines #bakugou headcanons

[axtrr]

Character Intro: Delan Strangeweiss

☆ nsfw after the drawing and cut ☆

summary: A vampire living deep in the woods to cope with an unusually high prey drive even among other vampires, Delan isn't well acquainted with the outside world. His lack of socialization outside of prowling on the outskirts of a nearby city to lure people back into the woods makes him especially adoring of a his partner.

This, however, is a double edged sword. Because he is so secluded, he’s prone to extreme obsession and jealousy. Once he’s got you, he’s not letting go. He’ll treat you like royalty, and he’ll defend you ferociously like a wolf to its kill.

sfw:

☆ he towers over you. just fucking looms ominously until one of you starts talking. when he found you, lost and deep enough in the woods for him to sense you from his home, you thought for sure that you were going to die. in fact, the only thing that saved you from meeting the same grisly fate as his usual victims is the fact that he’d stepped on a railroad spike while chasing you. he could have ripped it out himself, but he sort of froze on the spot when he saw that you weren’t running anymore— that you were actually coming closer. that small act of kindness sparked his infatuation with you. it also made it apparent to him that while you might not have had a full-on death wish, you wouldn’t survive for a second without him by your side, so he stole you away.

☆ this man treats you like a stuffed animal when you’re cuddling. if you’re laying down, he’s got his arms wrapped around you, holding you against his chest.

☆ seeing as he’s, y’know, a vampire, he couldn’t really cook human meals when you first met. you’ll have to make your own— eventually, after watching you, he tried to make something for you for breakfast and you woke up the the smell of smoke and burnt toast. After that, you taught him a couple of basic recipes and he’s not half-bad now! unfortunately, now that you’ve gotten him interested in cooking and he can’t eat what he cooks, you’ve become the go-to taste tester for a lot of eccentric dishes.

☆ he absolutely refuses to bite you when you start dating, no matter how much you ask. you’d seen firsthand that his prey drive is no joke, and with how absolutely in love he is with you, he is terrified of scaring you away or, god forbid, losing control and draining you. eventually, after a lot of discussion and a lot of reassurance that no, you weren’t going to run, and yes, you would stop him if it hurt too much, he experimented with giving you little love bites. he rarely breaks skin, though, and when he does, he’s hellbent on getting your permission first. if he does it on accident, he’ll apologize so profusely you’d think he’d have broken your leg or something, even though your wound only amounts to a little trickle of blood on your neck.

☆ Delan loves taking you out into the forest. during the daytime, he’ll take an umbrella to protect himself from the sunlight and show you the best places to hide to watch the animals go about their lives. you’d never seen so many animals up close like that. at night, he takes you stargazing. being so far away from the city and the lights that come with it means that you can see the stars in full. he mentions at some point that sometimes, very rarely, you can see shooting stars, and that every once in a while the moon changes color. when you show him that you can track meteorological events on your phone, he loses his fucking mind. now, he asks you to check the calendar all the time, and when an event was scheduled to happen, you grab your tent (also an insane tool to Delan, by the way) and the two of you lay together and watch the sky until you fall asleep. (though, sometimes you two aren’t focused on the event or sleeping, which he is completely fine with.)

nsfw:

☆ you’re damn lucky he’s careful with you. when i say he could maim you without even breaking a sweat, that’s not hyperbole. there’s a reason vampires are regarded at apex predators, and he’ll remind you of that every time you get frustrated about him treating you like you’re made of glass. if he wasn’t so aware of his own strength or so scared of hurting you, you would never walk again.

☆ he might be soft with you, he might shower you with praise and affection, but he is mean in bed. he’ll make you cum with his mouth and his fingers over and over again without even getting undressed and your pleading for him to just fuck you already only encourages his sadistic kick. by the time he finally decides to give you want you’ve been begging for, you're so sensitive that you’re crying and trembling underneath him, which he'll tease you for. after all, you're the one who wanted this.

"what's wrong, pet? is it too sensitive here? oh, but i'd hate to neglect you after you begged so nicely~"

☆ he likes having you on a leash, either with a harness or collar depending on how mean he feels like being. the leash is a pretty decent length, but he'll pull you right to him without warning just to watch how flustered you get. he jokes that the reason he keeps you bound is that it's the only way to keep you tame, but you both know that if either of you needs taming, it's him.

#clover’s ocs: delan #monster x reader #monster x human #my fic #asks open #monster fucker #monster lover #monster x you #vampire x reader #vampire oc #my art #my writing #oc drawing #exophilia #terato #nsft fic #gender neutral reader

[clovers-garden-co]

𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐘 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒..

𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙨 𝙞 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙩

𝙞 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬, 𝙞 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙩 (𝘁𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗮𝗯𝘀 𝗳𝘁. 𝘁𝗼𝗸𝘆𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝘃 𝗯𝗼𝘆𝘀)

𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙣 l̶̗̠̘̮͇̪͛͝o̵͔͓͖͑̽͋́͗͘v̸͍̤̮͕̩̇̆̅é̴̢̡̟͖̺͎͍͙̼̊́̿̈́̈́̀̋̽̕

𝐋𝐎𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆…

𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐘 

bros got abs. 

and if he’s my height, and can have abs, I can have abs too bitch 🙄 where’s the issue at? exactly. 

he’s very ticklish on his belly when you trace his abs. 

50% of the time he’ll just sit there and giggle, the other 50% he’ll just push your hand away. 

he’s probably not in the mood :/ 

he doesn’t mind it when you touch him, but expect him to slide a hand up your shirt and start tickling you outta nowhere with the most devious smile on his face. 

otherwise? I’d say he’s pretty content with it. Mikey’s the type of person to do the same, because he likes the feeling of your warmth and body heat. 

makes him sleepy, so he often sneaks his hands under your shirt when sleeping. I’m sure it’s cold in there 💀

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐘𝐔

first of all. 

lay off my child. 

secondly, chifuyu would get flustered asf the moment you decide to do.. ANY kind of pda. 

he dreams of.. reenacting the cute scenes from the manga he reads 👉🏽👈🏽

but let me tell you something. you better not be running into this mf blindly with toast in your mouth don’t- shut up. 

I feel he doesn’t have very toned abs, like his tummy is probably slightly pudgy and soft in a way? but it’s noticeable in the right lighting. 

he finds it embarrassing when you pinch his belly though, he wants to be more toned. 

I can’t, and never will see chifuyu in like tight fitted like sports clothing, it’s mainly like with t-shirts just regular or slightly loose. 

..he prolly likes to lay on your chest though. no specific preference, he just likes hearing your heartbeat. 

𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐘 

this bby 

does he even have abs? maybe. 

i think like with chifuyu you can like poke and prod at his tummy too like it’s so cute his skin is sooo soft. 

with all those stuffed animals on his bed he’s definitely a soft person. 

his abs are not defined or toned at all, but he’s not like “chubby” in the sense. 

when he’ll curl up or put a knee to his chest you’ll see like his stomach rolls and such like that. 

he definitely has a squishy face, and it’s so fun to squish. good thing is, he likes it. 

he doesn’t mind being touched by you (in the right way ofc) and enjoys being in your embrace. he doesn’t care too much about not having defined abs either. that’s just him yk? 

his belly is definitely warm warm. like I’m talking the warmth you seek under thick blankets. either way, he holds you close just as much, snuggling right into your neck <3 

(sigh. anon i hate you.) 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐈 😕

just because Ill write for him won’t mean I’m not gonna bitch about it. and I’m dragging his ass to hell too. 

I know damn well the only thing he’s got going is what? High intelligence and one good punch? bitch this isn’t one punch man. you gonna need more than just one punch to defeat people.

fuck you mean trace his abs? kisaki don’t have no fucking abs. it’s just a regular stomach. that’s.. that’s it. 

And the thing is? i don’t know how the fuck you still in a relationship with this hoe because he most likely STILL has strong feelings for hina. not like he finna get no game or pussy.. but you’re most likely the replacement. 

bro really just looked at you and said “that’ll have to do 🙄”

he doesn’t like you touching up on him. and if he does? he’s imagining it isn’t you. 

after I post this I need y’all to come up with a 5 paragraph essay on why the fuck you find kisaki attractive. you don’t have to type it in inbox, just send a google docs or some shit because I don’t see the appeal. 

…anyways he’s cold to the touch.

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[hi-i-love-u-bitch]

Feral AU

A Rottmnt AU where everything is the same except the turtle boys turn out a little more animalistic then usual because Draxum wanted warriors not children. They’re a bit more reminiscent of the turtle species they once were; adding in sharper teeth and claws, and a much more limited range of speech.

Like Splinter is still able to save them and raise them in the sewers and they’re still much more intelligent than an average turtle but they heavily rely more on instinct. Splinter tried teaching them to talk and they can a little but their main form of communication is a series of chirps, clicks, and growls. Which is fine, the most important part is that they UNDERSTAND and are aware of what Splinter is saying. He had a better time teaching them sign language as they seem to better excel in things involving physical movement and motor skills.

SPEAKING OF WHICH!! They are able to learn and pick up Ninjutsu much faster than average and were able to access their Ninpo at an early age. It should be noted that Splinter did NOT teach them Ninjutsu as a means to train them in the ways of the Hamoto clan life mission but as a way to expel all the restless energy those boys had. Draxum had designed them to be warriors so they can’t be idle for too long or they’ll get bored and wreck the den. Splinter needed something physical enough to tire them out as well as something to focus on instead of just mindless destruction.

They are proficient in BOTH hand to hand combat and combat with their weapons.

The boys themselves behave a lot more animalistic, though they still keep some of their distinct personalities:

Raphael

He is an ABSOLUTE UNIT of a boy! You thought he was big before but now he’s an absolute MONSTER of a guy reaching at about 9ft by the time he’s 16yrs! And he’s still growing!

Communicates mainly in growls and deep rumbling churrs, sounds like a fucking motor enginee.

Obviously since he’s the biggest he is the self appointed guardian of the family and he takes his job VERY seriously! Super over protective! Nobody will ever hurt his family on his watch!

He is still very sweet though and a total cuddle bug! Basically the mind set of those HUGE dogs that think they’re a lap dog. Kind of sort of behaves like one as well not gunna lie. His favorite place to nap is atop Splinter’s lap but poor boy is too big so only his head can rest comfortably. Which is fine, Papa still coos and awes at him anyways, always making sure to give him some nice scratchies under his chin.

The best way to know what he’s feeling is to look at his tail, a large scaley, spiky thing that wags when he’s happy!

Still has his stuffed animal collection and enjoys being surrounded by warm soft things. He’s still a little rough when playing with his toys so most often than not they have to be patched up or fixed. He doesn't have as delicate a touch as Mikey does to be able to sew his own things back together so he usually asks Splinter to do it. He has been trying to learn knitting though, it’s a bit slow going due to his massive hands trying to hold regular size knitting needles but he’s getting the hang of it.

Despite that he is very self aware of how big he is and always makes sure to be extra careful when roughhousing with his brothers, especially Donnie.

If any of his brothers get too rowdy and wander off where they’re not supposed to he’ll pick them up like a mama cat with her kittens by the lids of their shells.

He is not above biting people when in a fight, and trust me when I say you do NOT want to be anywhere near those chompers. But he also gives affectionate little nips when playing with others.

The back of his shell is THE best spot to lie atop of when sunbathing! All his brothers plus Splinter can nap atop his shell comfortably and he quite enjoys the comfortable weight they provide as he sleeps.

Not adverse to wearing clothes but then again not a lot can fit his enormous frame and when it does it gets torn up fairly quickly by how rough and clumsy he is. He absolutely loves to wear ribbons though and has an extensive collection of them he keeps in a shoe box. They’re a bit dirty as he’s found them all in the sewers but still quite colorful and pretty. He let’s Mikey and Splinter tie them around his wrists, tail, and neck in cute bows.

As an alligator snapping turtle he is mainly carnivorous but he’ll eat mostly anything really. His favorite being, ironically, fresh fruit especially watermelon.

Still absolutely HATES Miss. Cuddles!

Donatello

The second largest of the group though that’s mainly by height then by build, almost 7ft tall. Long and slender with a thin whip-like tail he can use similar to Splinter when fighting.

Second most protective next to Raph but definitely much more ruthless. If you are not part of his immediate family/clan he could care less of what happens to you.

Also not above biting people, especially his brothers. Though he definatlly has the weakest bite force when compared to the rest of his brothers it still hurts like a mother fucker.

A Lot more cat-like in nature compared to Raph. The key to Donnie's mood is in his body language, seemingly ever calculated and graceful, and in his eyes. All the turtles have slit-like pupils that can narrow and expand depending on their environment but Donnie's seem to function a lot more with his emotions as well.

He’s definitely still the smartest amongst his brothers, ever curious about the world around him and is the only one Splinter was able to teach how to read successfully. Though quite like Raph, Donnie prefers to communicate through clicks and chirps, though he’s more fluent in ASL then the rest of his siblings.

He’s still quite a talented engineer though his inventions tend to look quite rough as they are mainly scraped together using whatever junk he finds laying around. He isn’t all that bothered by how things look so long as they work how they’re supposed to.

Unfortunately, safety in science is not his first priority which has led to quite a lot of injury. Burns scars form electricity and harsh chemicals as well as cuts from shap tools and raw metal edges. Splinter had to practically force him into wearing at least gloves and goggles while he worked by threatening to take away his tool box.

He hissed and growled and snapped at Splinter for a full week and a half but eventually caved.

(Still just as stubborn and hardheaded)

His favorite thing to make is bombs because we all know that every iteration of Donnie ever is a pyromaniac.

Donnie does have a battle shell (made out of scrap metal and memory foam to cushion the inside) but he rarely ever wears it, unless absolutely necessary. Splinter has always been wary of Donnie and his most vulnerable area but aside from keeping his middle child constantly wrapped in bubble wrap the only other thing Splinter could think to do was teach Donnie how to defend himself as a regular human would.

Though they aren’t completely cold blooded Donnie HATES being cold and is usually wearing either large hoodies or sweaters. But he absolutely despises pants!

He still loves to dance! Especially to groovy 80s jams and electro pop!

He’ll eat about almost anything you put in front of him though he seems to enjoy more soft and mushy foods as well as any kind of seafood.

Still terrified of beach balls.

Leonardo

He’s a little more normal in height though that still leaves him at 6ft and growing. A stockier built around the shoulders with long sturdy legs that can deal pretty powerful blows.

His tail is pretty thin, almost boney in texture, flat too, and only about 10in long. It moves a lot like Raph’s tail does, wags when happy, tucked between when scared, and droopy when tired.

He talks the most out of all his brothers though it's quite choppy and sounds a lot more like warbling chirps then words. His “turtle speak” involves a lot more clicks and high pitched chirps, almost sounding quite bird like.

He and Raph are neck in neck when it comes to their skills in ninjutsu, though Raph excels more in defense while Leo is obviously more offensive.

He’s not much of a biter but he will claw a mother fucker’s eyes out if need be.

Though he is a lot more easily distracted and can be quite lazy at times, preferring much more to play than train. Splinter has to constantly find ways to keep Leo focused on the task at hand which usually involves turning things into puzzle games.

Donatello may be the smartest among them but Leo is a scarily good stradagest when given proper motivation.

Definitely still the most confident and charismatic. He’s always the leader of things whenever mischief is afoot. That usually involves reckless stunts Leo wants to try out after seeing it on tv or during one of their many Lou Jitsu marathons.

His ability to create portals does not help Splinter in his endeavor to stop Leo’s trouble making.

He and Donnie spend the most time in water, to the point where Splinter had to build a large shallow pool in the middle of the lair for the boys to soak in. It isn’t a bad thing if they’re dry but if they so happend to get sick it’s best to keep them in water to help them heal faster.

He has slept in the pool before and it scared the shit out of Splinter the first few times it happened because he thought Leo had drowned.

Is the most adversed to wearing clothes, it restricts him too much and he doesn’t like that. The only “clothing” he tolerates are the straps for his weapons and a blue cloth he uses as a bandana for his head. He’s okay with certain hats and neckerchiefs so long as they don’t get in the way.

Again, will eat literally anything though he likes a lot of water based veggies or anything with a good crunch to it.

Not a lot seems to frighten Leo though Splinter isn’t sure if that’s due to bravery or naivety on Leo’s part. That boy seems to not have any self preservation skills what so ever.

Michelangelo

The smallest amongst his brothers though that’s mainly due to him being the runt of the clutch he originally hatched from. Has more of a lean and limber build which makes him a great climber and the fastest out of all of them.

Has the sharpest claws of the group, which really help out a lot with the whole climbing aspect. Mikey is always atop of something, swinging down from seemingly out of nowhere. His favorite perch however is atop of his brothers’ is shoulders, especially Raph since he’s the biggest.

You’d think with the claws he’d be more prone to scratching but that is not entirely true. Either way once he latches on there is very little you can do to get him off unless he wants to.

The cutest little stubby tail you’ve ever seen! It wags like a little bunny rabbit!

He and Leo are the most hyper and energetic of the four, with Raph and Donnie being a bit more low energy. If they don’t have something to focus on they’ll cause all kinds of mayhem, running around all over the lair causing chaos and destruction.

He’s just as fluent in ASL as Donnie is and also just as talkative as Leo is, though still choppy due to limited range in vocal cords. His chirps and clicks in “turtle speak” sound a lot more monkey like though less high pitched “ooo’s” and more tenor based trills.

Definitely the most empathetic amongst his brothers when it comes to outsiders. He’s still weary, don’t get him wrong, but he’s a lot more curious. Even in this universe Mikey still very much wants to make friends!

Still the very creative; loves to draw and paint, and is very messy about it. His favorite place to paint is on his brothers’ shells! They don’t mind of course and they really do enjoy how colorful and bright Mikey decorates them. (Always make sure to use washable, hypoallergenic paints kids!)

Mikey LOVE clothing! He thinks it's so fun to dress up and will sometimes even make his own clothes out of cloth scraps that he finds. Has delicate enough motor skills that Splinter was able to teach him how to crudely sew and stitch things together.

Is the most picky eater out of all of them, though that happened after he learned how to cook. Once he figured out that food could actually taste GOOD when you put effort into it he could never go back to just eating whatever. This was both a blessing and curse with Splinter because on one hand they couldn’t exactly be picky about what they ate with their circumstances. But on the other hand they had a lot more variety and nutrition when Mikey was in charge of cooking.

Before meeting April and her mom (more on them later) as they could not exactly go out shoping for beef and chicken, a lot of the turtles’ protein came from bugs. And as picky an eater Mikey is now he still actually prefers eating bugs over regular meat. His favorites are grasshoppers and earthworms.

He is afraid of the dark and does not like sleeping alone.

Splinter/Lou Jitsu/Hamato Yoshi

Splinter has obviously gone through the most change out of everyone, going from human to mutant rat overnight is definitely not good for your mental health. To physically lose your humanity is one thing but psychologically as well is just a whole other can of worms.

He’s still himself, mentally and personality wise, but sometimes he gets these “episodes”. They usually happen when he’s under stress or backed into a corner (both physically or emotionally). He’ll revert into a more animalistic and primative mental state, somewhat like his boys if a little more “savage”. He’s hostile and aggressive, he can’t talk or even properly communicate at all, possibly not even understanding how to do so. Thankfully he’s never hurt his boys in that state, as even then he still sees them as his children who he must protect.

Has a chunk missing from his left ear courtesy of Raph from when he was a baby and teething. He has a lot of bits and scratch marks from his kids, mainly from rough housing and temper tantrums.

If he had the funding he would absolutely spoil these boys rotten, though as it is the boys aren’t very materialistic and hardly even understand the concept of money.

He’s kept every single gift his sons have made for him. EVERY. SINGLE. ONE.

Out of all of his boys Donnie is the clingiest, even as a teen. Splinter doesn’t mind though he insists that one day Donnie will grow out of it eventually. (He won’t, he’s a complete daddy’s boy!)

Though all the turtles are bipedal, more often than not they’ll be running around on all fours, which is fine, whatever makes them comfortable. What Splinter does mind though is that he’ll catch himself doing the same thing, like if his body is unconsciously mirroring what is “natural” to him. He doesn’t like to think about the implications of what that means.

As a rat, Splinter has a lot anxiety and awareness of his surroundings do to his heightened senses. Perhaps its from the fact that he is naturally considered prey in the food chain of the animal kingdom. Either way, sometimes he’ll have really bad days of extreme anxiety. He’ll feel like he’s in danger and needs to hide himself and his boys someplace safe. They cannot leave the lair at all during those days and the boys need to stay within Splinter’s line of sight at all times or he will absolutly freak the fuck out.

He lives in constant perpetual fear that either Draxum is still alive (Spoiler: he is) and looking for them or that Big Mama will discover them and force them to fight in the Battle Nexus.

Splinter is face blind. He already had ATROCIOUS eyesight when he was a human, it got even worse when he became a rat. Which is why he color codes the boys cuz if not they’d all just be green blobs. This is also an excuse for cutesy nicknames!

Leo: Baby blue, Little blue moon, My tiny Blueberry boy, Blue Jay/Blue bird

Raph: Little Robin, Rose bud, Big Red, My precious little flame

Donnie: Little violet, My brilliant amethyst, Tiny storm cloud, Sweet plum

Mikey: Sunshine, My shining star, Baby tangerine, Little goldfish

All: My Precious Treasures, My beautiful boys, Little ones

[[Let me know if you guys wanna know more about this AU]]

[[To be Continued….]]

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[ciaossu-imagines]

Okay, but Nanbaka is so, so much fun to write for and I laughed so much doing these! For the men of Building 13, I hope you enjoy these reaction prompts from this prompt here! They were originally supposed to be gif reactions, along with other reactions I wrote but honestly, Tumblr's gif system hates me and is crap. It took five minutes to load the first little pane of gifs despite my internet not lagging on anything else so these, and probably most of the other reaction posts I wrote, will be gifless and more like reaction headcanons, which is still something, but I do apologize for!

Jyugo

The character’s reaction to walking in on you naked

So, he walks in on you naked, and he definitely does mentally react because you’re naked. That is what you look like naked…that is your completely naked body he’s seeing. You’re very, very naked…it’s just really a lot for his mind to handle, in a way, but you’d never know it by looking at him because he just doesn’t seem to be reacting at all. He’s still acting cool as a cucumber and he wouldn’t think to even close the door again or to leave, he’d just kind of awkwardly stand there and might even ask you ‘what’s up? What’s going on?’ like it’s no big deal that you’re not wearing any clothes.

The character’s reaction to walking in on you on the toilet

Jyugo’s grown up in prisons, where there is a lack of privacy. Certain prisons he’s been in just had a single shared toilet in the cell he shared with others. He’s not really too bothered by people using the toilet then and it really doesn’t seem abnormal to him. Everyone does it and he really won’t react at all to you needing to use the toilet. He’d probably just grab whatever he’d entered the bathroom for and walk back out without saying much of anything because it is such a non-thing to him.

The character’s reaction to walking in on you having a tea party with stuffed animals

Now this one might faze Jyugo just a bit. He’d be just a little confused as to what was going on but he wouldn’t react too much, honestly. Jyugo is the king of nonreactions, honestly. He’d probably just ask you what you were doing, and he wouldn’t really understand why you’d be so embarrassed about the whole situation. If you had good snacks, he’d even ask to join in, especially since he’s never been to a tea party before.

Uno

The character’s reaction to walking in on you in the shower

I can’t even fully explain why but I am so, so certain that this asshole (said lovingly) would definitely stare and grin and wolf-whistle at you. He’d make a lewd joke or comment as  you yelled at him to get out and he’s definitely not going to be quick as he leaves. He’s just casually going to saunter his ass out of the bathroom like its completely normal behaviour.

The character’s reaction to walking in on you waking from a nightmare

Straight up, Uno’s probably the best person to have walk in on you waking up if you’re waking up because you’ve just had a really bad nightmare. He’s really observant and notices really quickly that you don’t seem quite okay, so he’d be talking to you and getting pretty close to you quickly. He’s casual about it, just asking seemingly harmless questions like ‘can’t sleep’ at first, but when you confess that you had a bad dream, he’ll ask if you want to talk about it. He’ll pretty patiently listen to your bad dream if you do want to tell him about it, will help reassure you that everything is okay and it was just a dream and that you’re safe, before he shares some of his weird nightmares to lighten the mood and make you smile or laugh. He’ll also probably stay up, even if he pretends to be asleep, until he’s sure you got back to sleep.

The character’s reaction to walking in on you kissing a stranger

Nosy as fuck. Who is that person? Why are they kissing you? It doesn’t matter if he’s interested in you or not, he will be all up in your business about it and he won’t even wait until later, he’s doing it right then and there. He will grill the person you’re kissing about their intentions and what right did they have to be kissing you and so on. The only exception would be if the two of you were in a relationship and he caught you kissing someone else. Uno’s usually really animated, and his face is so full of emotion…except in that moment. It’s like his face and his body language just shut off and he looks completely devoid of any emotion at all. He’d simply turn and walk away and if you tried to run after him, he’d just keep walking, saying in a really forced, casual tone that the two of you would talk about it later.

Rock

The character’s reaction walking in on you making a shady transaction

Rock isn’t very subtle in a lot of ways, and he’d plain out ask what was going on. He’s not so dumb as to not know that something obviously wasn’t kosher in the situation he stumbled in on and he’s suspicious and protective enough of you to need to check it out. He won’t take ‘nothing’ as an answer either and will get the truth.

The character’s reaction to walking in on you in a revealing costume

He’s a pretty hot-blooded male and if he finds you at all attractive, he’s going to gawk at you in that costume until you say something. God, he appreciates that view and his mind just sort of short circuited for a moment and he might have forgotten how to breathe, especially if that sexy costume had anything that looked like an apron…he’ll apologize if you seem angry and he’ll definitely leave quickly, with a very red face, if you draw attention to the fact that he’s been staring. You will catch him looking at you a lot more often for the next couple of days.

The character’s reaction to walking in on you in bed with someone

Again, this really depends. Rock would go absolutely berserk and completely lose his temper if you were in a relationship and he caught you cheating. Like, I hope your bed companion is fast because otherwise, there will be blood. He takes loyalty very damn seriously. If the two of you weren’t together, but Rock really was interested in you, he’d feel so sick walking in on that. He’d quickly close the door and would be stuttering apologies, but it would eat him up inside in the moment and for quite a bit afterwards. His heart would break, and it would hurt so much more than any physical injury he’d ever gotten and he might avoid you altogether after that. If the two of you were just friends though, he’d still quickly close the door and yell apologies and walk away as quickly as he could because he really doesn’t want to be around to hear any noises or anything. He’d be grilling you afterwards on who you were with, when that happened, what were they like to you, did they treat you good, did you love them…he just really does worry about you and wants the best for you and he’ll want to make sure that whoever you are sleeping with is not going to hurt you or break your heart.

Nico

The character’s reaction to walking in on you being attacked by a masked assailant

Every anime and video-game and manga he’s ever consumed and tried to learn the moves out of, every training session he’s ever had with Upa…they have all led him to this moment and he’ll be pulling out every move he knows of to get the masked assailant away from you long enough for the two of you to run away from the situation together and get to somewhere safe.

The character’s reaction to walking in on you waiting in bed for them

He honestly wouldn’t get it. Like, he’s okay with you being in his bed but he’s just going to plop down beside you and grin and assume you’re in the mood for a fun sleepover. He’d be the type to smile so big and pull out a comic or suggest building a blanket fort with him since the two of you are in bed already so you guys can be comfy and watch some anime together. If you’re looking for anything sexual, you need to be so much blunter and more direct about your intentions than that. The only thing that might phase him is if you were naked in bed waiting for him and even then he’d probably just think he’d walked in on you before you finished changing into your pajamas.

The character’s reaction to walking in on you singing at the top of your lungs

If Nico knew the song you were singing, he’d start singing along with you at the top of his lungs. You look like you’re having fun and he wants to join in on the fun. If he doesn’t know the song but there’s anything nearby that could make an impromptu instrument, he’s grabbing it and clumsily jamming along with you for the exact same reason.

Hajime

The character’s reaction to walking in on you watching pornography

It would depend on what you are to him. If you and him are in a relationship and have been sexual with each other, he’s going to be turned on by it and will take it as a sign that you’re in the mood and will happily show you that he’s much better than any video. If you and him aren’t already in a relationship and he does feel that way towards you, he’s probably going to linger for a second or two longer than he needs to, enough time for the image of you to be firmly set in his mind and for him to take note of what kind of porn you’re watching before turning around quickly and apologizing as he leaves, his face and ears going so damn red. If he doesn’t feel that way towards you, he’s just turning around and walking away as quickly as he can without saying anything. He’s going to pretend it never happened; he’ll block it from his mind because he doesn’t need to deal with that shit, no siree.

The character’s reaction to walking in on you in the middle of a mental breakdown

It really goes either one of two ways, and it really depends on if you’re a calmer sort of mental breakdown person or a more scream and cry and react loudly sort of mental breakdown person. If you’re over-reacting, in his opinion, or crying and being really loud, he’ll be annoyed with it all and order you to get yourself together before he leaves you alone to your ‘temper tantrum’ as he’ll put it…really, he just needs you to calm down enough to be even somewhat reasonable because he’s really bad at dealing with unreasonable people. If you’re more the quiet breakdown person or if you’ve calmed down enough to think even semi-clearly, even if you’re still crying or having the breakdown, he’ll probably just stand, smoking and staring at you until you inevitably start talking. He needs you to tell him what’s wrong, what’s going on, what you’re feeling or thinking because he can’t do jack shit unless he knows those things. He’ll tell  you his thoughts on it all, using as few words as he can, and his words will be rough and blunt and they’ll seem really harsh but at the same time, he gives really good advice actually and what he’s saying is completely accurate and reasonable, even if he sounds like a dick in the moment.

The character’s reaction to walking in on you piss drunk

Okay, Hajime is just fucking done in this situation. He’s annoyed because you’re piss ass drunk and that’s going to cause problems and you’re acting like an idiot but at the same time, he’s also really pissed because you’re kind of cute like that too and he just is not okay with that fact. He’s definitely going to call you an idiot and lecture you, probably because, while you’re already drunker than a skunk, you’re still trying to drink more while he’s trying to get the liquor away from you. He’ll make you drink so much water and will order you to sleep it off because you’re definitely getting some kind of punishment for your actions the next day and he needs you to be sober by then.

Seitarou

The character’s reaction to walking in on you having a heart attack

Holy fuck but does this boy panic in this situation. He’s a guard and he’s even got basic medical training, but he just cannot keep his head. He’s yelling for help, radioing for medical assistance, telling you everything will be okay, and begging you not to die and leave him alone with all the bullying people, all somehow at the same time.

The character’s reaction to walking in on you having an embarrassing fall

He hates that it’s his first reaction but like, Seitarou is strangely overjoyed to have walked in on you just at this moment. It’s not joy that you fell or anything but more like…it wasn’t him this time being caught in an embarrassing moment and it’s just such a relief to him to see that those kinds of things happen to other people too. He’ll recover from that initial happiness really quickly though and it will turn into concern as he checks to make sure that you’re all right, but the joy was definitely there for a moment.

Yamato

The character’s reaction to walking in on you throwing up

Yamato’s actually pretty good with sick people. He doesn’t get disgusted by vomit like some other character’s would and he does genuinely care and get concerned about other people so I feel his first reaction would be to check to see if you’re sick. If you are sick, he’s getting you medical attention and will stay with you until he’s sure you’re feeling better or that you’re as well as you’re going to get.

The character’s reaction to walking in on you masturbating

Okay, but assuming he’s still canonically married, he’s noping right out of there. I mean, it takes him a second to understand what’s happening and he finds it oddly really hot, and it definitely turns him on but once it clicks in his head, the danger bells start going off because, like, too much temptation and he has a wife and he is faithful to his wife, thank you very much. He disappears really damn quick, while shouting apologies both as he leaves and probably for a good minute afterwards. Like, he just keeps apologizing to thin air as his mind wraps his head around all the awkwardness that just happened.

#nanbaka #reaction headcanons I guess? #because tumblr hates me #reaction #jyugo nanbaka #rock nanbaka #uno nanbaka #nico nanbaka #hajime sugoroku #seitarou tanabata #yamato godai

[shaunamilfman]

Wanted to share some Random YJ headcannons I have for the girlies.

Shauna:

- Despite not showing it she needs a lot of physical touch, always needs to be next to or holding her s/o in some ways, holding pinkies, grabbing her s/o’s belt loop. Whenever she gives hugs from behind she ALWAYS rests her chin/head on your shoulder.

- BARNES AND NOBLE DATES!!! Reading each other to sleep is a love language, sharing books and leaving notes in the margins for each other, giving recommendations, it’s all so important for her.

Jackie:

- She does in fact have a hoard of stuffed animals on her bed that she loves probably more than her s/o, you will have to sleep with all of them piled around you when you sleep at hers because she says she’ll “Feel bad about putting them on the floor for the night”

- (However if you also have a special stuffed animal she is unnecessarily jealous of it and will take it out of your hands as you sleep and takes its place)

- Legit can think of any excuse to have either of you touch each other “Hey babe can you rub some sunscreen on my shoulders I can’t reach.” “Oh my god you look so tense let me give you a massage” “Is there any way you can help me roll out my leg? It’s soooo sore from practice.”

Van:

- Adores lego sets, her s/o has to physically pull her away from the lego section at target.

- If you guys ever go for walks in the park or on the beach, she will always bring back the “coolest rock/leaf” to give to you

- LOVES ice hockey cause of how violent it is

Nat

- Infuriatingly good at Mario Kart

- Absolutely adores horror movies but she especially loves terrible horror movies, bad plot? terrible acting? Awful monster makeup? that’s her shit.

- Despises winter because she gets cold easily but LOVES snow, she’s absolutely mesmerized when its snowing outside, she’s basically plastered to the window looking outside

Lottie:

- Ma’am cannot regulate her body heat so she will 100% go in for a hug and you’ll jump back cause her hands are FREEZING. She will then attempt to warm her hands by putting them under your shirt.

- Absolutely DESTROYS people in Monopoly and the worst person to play with. No mercy from her at all. She becomes a whole different person.

- Will always scoot over towards you in the night when you’re sleeping so when you wake up her side is completely unoccupied, she is pressed up against you and you are hanging off the edge of the bed.

damn this is some good shit bro. i don't have much to add this is quality work.

i love the idea of like subtly touchy shauna. the belt loop thing is so real. you and Shauna writing back and forth to each other in the margins if the book your both reading??? you both have a specific color pen for it so when you reread you can always tell who said what.

Jackie Taylor def has an army sleeping on her bed that you gotta sleep around. your spooning her while she's spooning a giant fucking stuffed animal. she makes you turn them all face down/away when your fucking her fr. Jackie taking your fav stuffed animal from you so you can hold her instead?? her ass is so petty omg.

ugh van is such a cool rock girl omg. she brings you weirdly shaped leaves and cool shells she finds. you have to have a whole shelf dedicated to her little gifts she brings you.

Nat would kick your ass at Mario kart idk why that's so true. she doesn't buy in to cart strategies either she just full sends it on link. nat and the universal monster movies??

i do HC lottie as always cold. mentioned before that she presses her cold fucking feet against you while yall are sleeping. she has no shame with the hands thing all of your friends think she's coping a feel in front of them the first time she does it. lottie matthews always steals your blankets you wake up shivering with one leg off the bed every night

#soffsh #shauna thoughts 💙 #jackie thoughts 🩷 #lottie thoughts 💜 #nat thoughts 🖤 #van thoughts 🧡