#i wont deny if he looks like someone from somewhere

[readsinunderrated]

sophie as the stock grandma with a gun

he is irrelevent

#i had to look at so many fanart of howl and the movie howl to actuakky figure out how I wanted him to look like #i wont deny if he looks like someone from somewhere #btw this is my firat official fanart and i'm glad its them #howl and sophie #howl jenkins #sophie pendragon #hmc book #sophie hatter #howl’s moving castle

[simplyreveries]

Can I request Lilia, Malleus, and Ortho (platonic for Ortho obviously) x a reader who puts on an act of being a “perfect girl” and always happy but in reality is quite depressed (in the sense where it feels like where their feelings should be is just an empty slot.)? Not forcing you to do this of course ^^

lilia vanrouge

he would lightly jest and tease you all the time— as he can see right through you and your attitude. lilia is definitely someone who you can easily allow yourself to let loose and be more of yourself around him. he always pops up randomly and finds you, usually its surprising and he’ll be doing it some strange way hanging from a ceiling giving you some mischievous smile aha and ask “what's with the sorrowful mood, dear?” despite not showing it, he just has that sense.

you can deny it with a smile all you want but it's nearly impossible to hide anything from this guy. he only shakes his head with a smile at your persistence. thinks your attempts are silly but he wont keep on pushing, he usually prompts to doing things that will make you more comfortable to drop the whole act— he does it in a fun but loving way. he will make it his ultimate goal to make it feel like you can at least tell him anything!

and the time you finally decide to feel more okay sharing how you really feel, he’ll smile slightly even, in a more comforting and sweet way that you're opening up to him. he’ll consider himself quite special. “oh love, that wasn't so difficult was it…?” he’ll let you let out your feelings and emotions however long you want (he’ll tell you he’ll spend the whole night by your side comforting you if he has to and honestly you have to shut that down because he wasn't joking.)

malleus draconia

whenever you and him had your nightly chats outside ramshackle during the cold nights he had always caught some glimpse of you getting tired and stressed with your current situation and letting your act slip— seeing more of what the real you is. he’ll tilt his head slightly, looking down at you and listening quite intently. he does try to give his own advice to help alleviate your troubles.

he would never point out how different you seem when talking to him at night in the privacy of the two of you— in comparison to the bright and confident person you seem to portray yourself as to always be when he sees during the day when you're out and with the others like ace and deuce. he just silently watches and continues to listen and talk to you. he doesn't fully understand you at first, but he wants you to be happy.

malleus is someone you really can lean on… like literally. you could be sitting or standing next to him and feel like its hard and want to lean against him and he will always welcome you to. he loves it if anything, he’ll place a hand on the small of your back or the side of your head in a comforting manner and remind you “youre okay, dearest”

ortho shroud

may have accidentally exposed you once when he was “scanning” once and reading your mood and he asked you why you were so upset? he seemed genuinely concerned though and listed off something you can do to “improve your mood easily!” he's just trying to look out for you haha. he doesn't fully understand yet that you're trying to pretend to be someone you're not.

ortho is used to having to push his brother a little when it comes to being less of a recluse and trying to help him out— he’ll help you too, if you’ll let him. I feel like because he doesn't fully see it it'd take him actually catching you letting yourself slip when no one is around. since then, he would go out of his way to see you daily at school during the day and try to at least cheer you up.

he does feel like someone you genuinely can talk to despite not necessarily being human himself he can be as understanding as he can be with the knowledge he knows. and like i said he’s used to idia’s withdrawn and depressed behavior at times as well. you'll just always seem to have him find you somewhere and his energy makes it hard to really seem sad. he care's a lot about his friends!

#twst #disney twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twisted wonderland #twst headcanons #twst wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst imagines #lilia vanrouge #malleus draconia #malleus x reader #malleus draconia x reader #lilia x reader #lilia vanrouge x reader #ortho shroud

[aihaitahm]

hsr + genshin characters being your tattoo artist <3

idk! just an idea while i was driving:)! but i thought it would be hot to think abt kafka telling you its okay or seeing alhaitham having a tattoo sleeve bc of his arms ^_^

cw tattooing so mentions of pain ! maybe slightly suggestive.

alhaitham

very punctual and ready when the job needs to be done, so if your late, he would be irritated and would charge you a bit more. luckily you arrive in time but he couldnt help but observe you. he wont deny that he finds you cute.

doesn’t like to do small talk, just quietly sits there and he works on your tattoo. though he does listen to you talk if you talk. he would simply nod to most of his customers but for some reason he found himself talking to you and enjoying a conversation. cyno and dehya noticed this and quickly eyed on each other.

you couldnt help but stare at him and the way he is working. he is doing an incredible job while being so hot with it. seeing his amazing tattoo sleeve, you decided to ask him about it.

“did you do that yourself?” you pointed curiously.

“yes i did with the help of cyno. it was challenging but overall i think it came out amazing.”

queue dehya nudging cyno and snickering at the back. alhaitham looks at them and glares.

when he is finished with his work, he musters up the courage to ask you out. feeling a bit of pride since you complimented him and gave him a huge tip.

“i think you are lovely. would you want to go out sometime? its okay if not.” he bluntly asked, not caring about the looks he was getting in the tattoo shop.

“oh! yes of course i would love to. here’s my number!” you smiled.

when you went home, you received a text from alhaitham, asking if you want to go to the movies or eat somewhere to get to know you more. you cant help but be flustered and be excited to get to know him more. on the other hand, alhaitham could not stop grinning at his phone that dehya had grab his phone so that he could clean up his work station.

yae miko

her tattoo work station is so pretty!! it is filled with pink and purple colors. she makes sure her customer feels welcomed and comfortable.

as soon as you walk in, she would compliment you already. “ah you’re my adorable guest today, take a seat if you may please.~”

she smells so good. she smells so expensive with a hint of sakura and vanilla. she is literally enchanting you with her scent. of course you compliment her and she flirtatiously says thank you!

probably has a really chill, lazy cat that lays beside the guest whether by your arm or leg or tummy, he is just there and loafing.

wouldnt do this for most of her customers except maybe her friends but she asks if youre hungry and would order food for you. you insisted at first but you gladly accepted the offer.

“arent you hungry dear?” she asked as she grabbed her phone to order.

“ah no its okay!” you said but suddenly youre stomach decides to grumble so loudly.

“well, you’re stummy says otherwise babe. let me order you some food? and no need to pay me back. i know how tattoos can be expensive already. take it as a treat since im very interested in you. ~” she flirted, leaving you blushing and flustered.

blade

he does piercings and tattoos. very skilled and professional at it too. has taught a lot of people and is known for original designs to go viral.

i think he can be a clean freak. everything has to be organized and his equipment has to be clean or else he cant work at all and he will have a bad day.

when you walked in for your session, blade had to fill in since the person who was supposed to tattoo you became sick.

he deeply sighed and fixed his equipment, getting ready. he was mentally preparing himself too because he has to tattoo someone who he thinks is attractive. he has to make his work perfect so that maybe you’d come back to him if you wanted more tattoos. maintaining his composure properly until you compliment him.

you were searching for ideas and he showed you his original designs. looking with awe, you didnt realize what you said.

“these designs are so pretty and unique just like the creator himself. though i think i’ll pick this spider lily flower.” you decided.

“o-oh thank you. and this spider lily it is.” he mentally facepalmed. why did he stutter.

this made kafka turn her head because of what she overheard. she smirked and of course silverwolf was curious so she turned to witness what was happening.

“wooo! thats our bladie. he’s a little bit awkward sorry!” she teased.

when it was done, you paid your bill up front and tipped him a great amount. stealing shy glances and light touches whenever you were paying him your tip. before you went out, kafka pushed blade to give you his business card filled with his phone number.

“xxx-xxxx-xxxx text me i think you’re cute.”

kafka

she loves to play music in the background and loves to talk to you while tattooing you. gives her customers free drinks of your choice except yours has a little note with a smiley face in it.

she is definitely not shy and up front when she says she is interested in you but she certainly knows her boundaries. you can spill her some gossip or any random topic and she will talk to you.

when she notices you stare at her a lot, she would give you a wink and smirk. she just laughs when you get flustered for being caught.

she smiles to you a lot and likes to gaze on you. she makes sure she is extra gentle with you and tells you to take deep breaths if it hurts.

“take a deep breath in 3… 2… 1…”

“ good job baby your doing so well.”

“im sorry this might hurt a bit…. there you go i knew you could do it. mmmm good girl/boy. take it like a champ.”

she smirks when she sees you flustered. she knows it makes you blush and she loves to see it. at the end of the session, she makes it known that she wants to take you out and shop.

did i mention she flirts with you a lot? winks at you whenever your gazes meet.

“if you clearly cant tell, i want to know you more. i would like to take you out. just you and me how does that sound?”

#genshin alhaitham #genshin impact #honkai star rail #kafka honkai star rail #al haitham #alhaitham x reader #al haitham x reader #blade honkai #hsr kafka #kafka hsr #blade hsr #hsr blade #blade x reader #kafka x reader #blade honkai star rail #yae miko genshin #yae miko x reader #yae miko genshin impact

[nrdmssgs]

Congrats on your (well deserved) 500 followers! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

May I request...

10+21, with Nik and Zhar please?

Thank you!!

I LOVE THIS ONE) thank you so much!!! "Shut up before I kiss you." + "Am I your lockscreen?" \\ "You weren't supposed to see that."

Masterlist List of prompts Another answer from these series

Lips sealed

"Price! Here is my favorite Captain!" despite Nikolai giving him the biggest bear hug - John looks straight at Olga, standing in the distance.

"What is this one planning?" Price asks her, completely ignoring Niks muffled grumbles.

In any other situation she would tell on Nikolai right away, but this time her lips were sealed, so she just shrugs vaguely and steps into the Captain's house.

It was Zhars fault: she shouldn't have gotten so sentimental around Nik. From them two it was her, who was always reserved, even reticent about their relationship. She tried hard to not react to his lingering touches, play it cool, when he leaned closer and whispered something very personal in her ear. Not only it never stopped Nikolai - it seemed to sparkle some kind of ardor in him. Every time, they were out - he played this little game of 'ok, how many buttons I can push, before she ends up all flustered and panting?'. Eye contact, smirks across a crowded room, raised eyebrows, teasing, lots of it. Today, she herself gifted him yet another 'button', giving him her phone to call Price.

"Am I your lockscreen?" Nikolai tilted his head, inspecting a background picture on a display.

"Oh fu-, give me that back!" She tried to pull a phone from his hand, but Nik didn't let it happen. "You were never supposed to see that!" Zhar facepalms and looks away, hiding a growing blush.

"I was never supposed to see, someone's secretly fangirling over me?" Nikolai clearly exaggerates, because her lockscreen is just his hands. But he can't deny himself in ravishing in this moment. "Ok, if it's not for me to see - how about we send it to straight to John? You know, he too has a soft spot for me - maybe you could organize a little cozy fanclub together?"

"You are walking on a very thin ice, Nikolai. One more joke about you and Price, one slightest mention of this, while we are there, and..."

"And? You'll need a rope, my treasure? Or you'll just convince me to be still and obedient for you?" Zhar only hissed incoherently in return. The evening haven't yet started, and she already felt, that a few next hours of her life won't be the easiest.

"So, I guess, we are discussion your next mission with Price, after all," added Nikolai, still not letting her have her phone back. "And if you have another opinion - feel free to change a topic and tell him, how I made his former Lt swooning with my charm."

And just like that, Zhar now couldn't stop Nikolai from dragging Price into a plan, that she specifically tinkered so accurately, that all that Chimera would be risking is her. To her relief, Nik wasn't reorganizing the whole operation - he just wanted to hide her somewhere for one night, to give her some time to rest.

"So, do you think, you have anyone in Scotland?" Nik smiled benignly, stretching in his chair.

"Anyone? Nikolai, we have MacTavish, and it's the very best, Scotland could ever offer you." Prices velvety voice mixes with a thick cigar smoke in the air.

"I know, but..." Zhar tenses, waiting, how Nikolai concludes his phrase. This is a very delicate matter, and he should think twice, before telling Price the whole truth.

"...but i would very much like to put a good distance between our pal Johnny and a car full of what can in theory be considered as weapons of ma-"

While Captain was fighting to not spit out the last sip of whiskey, he took, Zhar jumped up and dragged Nikolai away from the room.

"Price, we'll be back in a minute!" She hisses, leading Nik deeper in Johns house so eagerly, that his comment 'Price, we WONT' is left unheard by his friend.

As soon, as she sees an open door leading to the bathroom - she pulls Nikolai there and slams him against the wall. It's soft enough to not harm him, but harsh enough to make her point.

"Someone's feisty today," Nik chuckles, his hands snake up her spine. "Should I mention, that I do indeed have a rope in my trunk?"

"You should shut up for good. This is my plan, my operation, and only I get to decide who will be involved there. Telling Price, what exactly am I going to transport there is making him involved!" If she could, she would burn a hole in him with her eyes right now. But that seems to not bother Nikolai.

"You are forgetting, who is the boss here, Zhar." He doesn't try to break free - only pulls her closer. "And as your superior, I'd like to conduct a masterclass, nebo moye*. You see, when you have someone trapped like me, and you need them to do something for you - you should also make it clear, what happens, if they don't follow your orders."

Zhar freezes, not believing her own ears. Somehow, Nikolai seems to not care for a secrecy of Chimeras plans, when it comes to his best friend. The only thing, he seems to be interested in right now is her bare skin under his fingertips, as his hand slipps under her coat.

"So if you want me to shut up..." He leans towards her ear. "... make me."

Her breath hitches. Looks like there is one man on this planet, that can make her forget, how angry she was just a moment ago. And she was lucky enough to end up with this man. She fights her beating heart, fights the blush appearing under his satisfied and mischievous gaze. But if there's anything, she learned after months spent with him - It's that she loves, what he is doing to her. It makes her feel alive, wicked, wild, almost almighty.

"Shut up, or I'm kissing you right here," she whispers.

A wide grin spreads on Nikolais face. Not breaking an eye contact with Zhar, he addresses to Price, who still sits in a dining room. "Hey John, you know, what I found on Olgas phone this eve-"

She cuts him off, bringing her lips to his. Their kiss is hungry, full of desire, suppressed from both sides. Nikolai is the one pinned against the wall, but he still stays the one in charge, not letting her go as long as she doesn't surrender completely, and her body starts lightly shaking.

"Horoshaya moya, tak bistro uchishsya*... Ok, you wanted my lips sealed - be it your way." Nikolai exhales, melting under her hot breath on his face.

When they both finally come back to Price, he asks Zhar if she still takes any medication.

"Ehm-m-m, no... no, i'm fine." She is genuinely taken aback by this question, not understanding, what is Captain getting at.

Instead of an answer, John takes out another glass, pours whiskey in it and hands it to her.

"You two crazy Russians are not leaving my house, till you confess, what are you tinkering there, with weapons of mass destruction behind my back." Prices tone brooks no objection.

Zhar throws a desperate glance on Nikolai, but that scoundrel is just making himself comfy in his seat. "Sorry, nebo moye, it's your call now - my lips are sealed..."

nebo moye - my sky/my heaven

Horoshaya moya, tak bistro uchishsya - my good one, learning so fast

#cod #cod modern warfare #cod mw2 #cod mv2 #cod x reader #cod fanfic #call of duty mw2 #call of duty #modern warfare 2 #call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod mwii #mw2 fanfic #cod nikolai #nikolai cod #cod x oc #nikolai x you #nikolai x reader

[0coldphantom0]

Reasons why they get no bitches: ✨La Squadra edition!✨

Back at it again with some lovely ☺️ personal headcanons for them jojo bois.

Ps.My askbox is open for requests so send me any requests ( make them juicy).If i catch any minor asking for nsfw stuff you will be 🌸blocked 🌸

Risotto:

- Given how the mafia works, i presume theres a certain quota most ppl have to follow as to not get killed or be looked down upon, so him being in a relationship would place him at a disadvantage strategically speaking.

- Not to assume there haven’t been moments where he could’ve gotten bitches.I have a presumption that somewhere down his Passione career one or two unlucky bastards tried to bribe him with promises of pussy in the hopes of living to tell the tale.It didnt work.

- Im a sole believer that if this man was ever pissed off by a woman hed forcefully make her bleed from her cooch istg ( this is a joke.I am joking, please dont come for me i am but a mere idiot)

- “Im on my period” “im aware :)”

- ✨attachment issues✨:/.

- Lacks the ability to turn off his work mode aka will intimidate ppl without wanting to

- Hyper analyses your body language to a point where you can’t decipher whether hes checking u out or planning how big the hole he must dig for your corpse gotta be smh what a turn off

- Socially inept oh whats that a convo needing his opinion thats not related to his work?? * turns invisible*

- Whats that a convo needing his opinion that IS related to his work??? You a cop or smth?Dont ever ask that again

- Many would find his field of work impossible to adapt to, lets for a second imagine living codependently with an absolute felon, this man went to jail for sure.Most people look funny at smokers let alone someone like him.

- Not to mention the utter anxiety he without realising creates.Sure its fun to cause someone to twitch in fear when theyre some dude you gotta off but when youre the one sitting in front of this man and all he does is squint in disapproval, or lowers his tone…it can only cause for some issues.( unless youre into that then sure have fun being on the edge all the time ig )

- He bottles his emotions and denies the extent of his affections, so man probably wont tell you how he feels abt things, and i can bet money that if youre an emotional kinda pal, he’ll disregard your feelings a lot “because how is there something to fix when nothing is broken “ and “deal with it” are his go to.

Pesci:

- *vaguely gestures at his whole design *

- Either examines everything his crush does with a fine comb or the opposite.This can lead to some awkward instances where he either spews out the most incomprehensible gibberish before making a run for it or not hear a single word if you ask him a question, ending up in him forgetting where and what he is doing.

- Got that heavy dose of toxic masculinity and inferior complex all thanks to all the other guys he hangs with ( im looking at you illuso, cheese and ham >:()

- With that being said its safe to assume that most of the time hes also used as the butt of the joke or even as a leeway to the other members in his group to yoink a gal or two due to his gullibility.Hed be the ugly fool whod annoy the wee damsel and in turn lead to someone else “intervening “ ( in short, prosciutto has and will steal any girl pesci likes as means of teaching the boy a “lesson “ which is bullshit,we all know he’s doing if for fun )

- Push over and a half

- Shitty fashion sense

- I dont believe this man has ever fucked.Like, at all.

-bitchboy and a half, i feel like the moment you raise your voice he winces. Go girl give us lack of confidence, im sure thats attractive :/

- am convinced this man knows zero abt girls, to a point where if he held hands with one his brain would implode.

- I do believe he in a way over glorified being part of the mafia similar to Giorno. The big difference between them is that whilst golden boy drank piss to end kids having a meth addiction, My headcanon is that Pesci thought hed be gaining some respect and power by joining the gang, and spitefully be able to rub it in whoever’s face he could.This also means getting bitches- in this moment he fails to acknowledge said bitches are far and few for his organisation ( unless youre counting prostitutes)and the ones who do be, are probably not going to mingle with someone from the hitman team.

Prosciutto:

- smokes like a chimney (when stressed)and prob a big coffee drinker, i cant imagine finding that pleasant when kissing

- Cheapskate for anything that isnt him. He will buy those gucci socks, for himself.Depending on how much worth he places on the “bitches” hell either flaunt money but share none or hand u a generous tip of 5 lire and tell u to get urself someting nice:)

- Has this sense of entitlement worse than illuso, and also a bit of a saviour complex.Sure on the surface it might come off as him being patient and wating to provide for the crush, unfortunately this manifests through him controlling not only what you do but your opinion on any matter too.Should you speak / act out of line, you now have to redeem urself by kissing ass :/

- everything becomes monitored too.Hes basically in the mindset of training this person to be his ideal from the getgo. Isnt that so wonderfull.

- Imagine if your s/o bitched abt everything you do like a strict parent… how hot…😒

- Kinda misogynistic ngl, even by the standarts of then, hes got a very set way of thinking and acting around someone depending on their gender. Now if you happen to be nonbinary, depending on “which side of the scale you lean on” and by that i mean if prosciutto considers you more masc / fem leaning he will treat you as such.neither side is more torelable than the other, hes temperamental as shit.

- Reeks of that toxic masculinity, i can therefore say this man will never show an ounce of vulnerability thats genuine.ever.

- He cares abt his outward appearance to a point where he deadass cant take a joke.Its fine if he picks on how you dress but for someone to do that to him??? No.

- Also has a bit of a substance problem. I headcanon him as enjoying a little bit of that cocaina and some opium from time to time.

Illuso:

- hes just a massive dickhead all year round

- Snoops worse than the rats in your walls ONG

- Zero privacy with this guy, he knows exactly what you’re doing all the time and will use that to pull shitty pranks on you

- He will also use said knowlege to your disadvantage. Cant back out of his dates due to a “tight schedule” because he knows everything you do in a week and should you try to bluff him HE WILL KNOW.Throws a tantrum like no other if you dont wanna hang out with him.

- Will guilttrip you into oblivion.Theres also a chance of him verbally and physically bullying you as means of all the attention to be on him.

- Believes hes a god sent gift to the world.why are you laughing???? Hes hot shit???

- Gaslighting is his middle name. Illuso cant take rejection at all, he cant accept someone he finds attractive to not feel the same about him.

- Narcissistic and a liar. He gives me the vibe of someone who will not tell you anything truthfull about what he does and who he is and thats due to both his workfield scaring off potential “bitches” and because he think no matter the person, theyll try to manipulate him into doing something he doesnt want/ useless to him.

- Possesiveness issues. Hell deny it into oblivion but the apple of his eye is his and his only- his jealousy knows no bounds so should you literally care abt anything or someone else hell turn it into a “its all about illuso” moment.

- Oh , youre getting all dolled up to go out, its for illuso. Reading a book? Youre doing it for him to notice!Shivering because you are cold?? You want him to come and hold you. Mind you theres a 50/50 chance hes applying said thinking to someone who is unaware of his existence.just like Ghiaccio.yikes.

Melone:

- his criminal record

- Depraved mf worse than the guys youd find on 4chan

- The type of guy you never want to own favours to under any circumstances

- he is a noncon enthusiast ,i wont elaborate

- Foot fetish . No.just no. Out of all body parts???? Really??!?!

- Lets not even talk abt his stand we all know they r meant to represent the persons soul…..so his just erm 👁👁

- To add to that, hes a bit of a psychpath, in the sense that as much as he seems eager to jump into someones pants, he lacks in the “human connection “ department.

- Idk man Melone gives me the vibes of an individual who can act normal but thats it, its all an “act”. His affections and speech is very coordinated, almost as if hes running an experiment with the person he finds attractive.You can sense that the persona he give off is not genuine, rather scripted- and it probably is because he fails to understand emotions to begin with.This will make you uncomfortable so kudos to that :(.

- Big time commitment issues. The probability of him seeking out several “bitches” at the same time in the same place is 99% likely and has in the past lead people into a sense of trust and security only to pull back and act like theyre a total stranger.

- His opinion changes like the weather depending on who he talks to. Melone has the ability to agree and disagree about a topic in the same sentence. Sure he can pick up on the topic and be quite informative,as long as its factual information.This can be a bitch to deal with if you ask him anything or are Ghia and wanna vent out your frustrations.

- Will definetly not care about your boundaries. The scary part is hell twist it so that should you try to protest or bring it up, itll fall on deaf ears.

- Got in trouble in the past for slipping drugs into peoples drinks to watch and see what happens for his own entertaintment,including his coworkers outside misions.

- He also wont hesitate to hack any device you use as means to finding blackmail in case you try anything funny.(and take some dna for babyface if he really considers you a nuisance)

Formaggio:

- personal hygiene has left the chat, id be very wary to shaking hands with this mofo becus he does not wash his hands, let alone anything else

- Probably makes very crude jokes at the worse moments in convos

- He also gives me the vibes of that kid in the neighbourhood who killed small animals and set fire to shit for fun.He prob still does this (this is supported by the spider torture scene and the fact that he treat his cat like shit)

- His pickup lines suck ass, you will visibly cringe

- Sneaky bastard, anyone who catches his attention has at some point or another been spooken by his ability to appear at any given moments due to his stand.Good luck trying to hide something from him or talk shit.Will also use his ability to be a complete creep and compliment how you smell of your underwear choice, even if you ,a, never uttered a word to him or ,b, were nowhere close near him…..yeh..

- Hes the one who will kiss ass so much to a point where everything he does and says ends up making him look slightly unhinged and desperate.Not below straight up pestering you until you finally agree to something ( sex or doing what he wants)

- He sure talks an awaful lot but thats about it. The old bark and no bite kinda deal. He will take you out to expensive dinner he says and then he takes you to the cheapest bar he can get drunk at, only to make you stop bringing his promises up again.Will act a stranger to your dissatisfaction!

- A bit of a leech. Hes known to have broken into his crushes house to “borrow something”, yes your valubles and underwear are gone.

- Good luck living with him because he doesnt pick up after himself at all.He makes the kitchen and bathroom a health hazard AND doesnt flush the toilet either.

- Another one with trust issues. Because hes a nuisance and a bit insecure ( but to lazy to put in the effort) hes bound to blame other people for things he does and will be very quick to accuse a person of not being faithful, even if theres zero evidence.Rebutting this will be hard and he can only be shot down by doing what he wants, and apologising even if you did nothing wrong.

- Hates being given the cold shoulder and will call you every name in the book if you dont stop.

- Will act clueless when things get hectic and only apologise after theres no chance of fixing it. “Sorry about the toaster bbygorl dw ill buy you another”. He wont, but will get mad about not getting to enjoy toast at your place anymore.

- Like Illuso he can be a bully. Will mock and pick on you to get a rise outta you and to make his teammates laugh. He will pretend like nothing is wrong AND get butthurt if you pull away from him when he wants a kiss.

Ghiaccio:

- ……… where do i start

- That scowl alone is enough honestly

- Hes got the posture of a shrimp, so fine so curved ( bitch me too) and its all because of his laptop use.

- I can see him try to impress someone by bitching abt something to appear smart but it ends up in a one way convo, even if you try to join in he cuts you off or talks over you

- Overly cocky . I applaud his determination to be the best™️ in everything he does- heres the problem, no body likes a smartass with a temperament aqute to that of a Tasmanian devil.

- Assumes things about his potential love interest but never actually asks whether or not said presumptions are true or false. And he never will, unless you spell it out for him due to his inability to admit he could ever be wrong about what their fav activities are, after all HE picked this person and HE knows best.

- He believes he can read a person to filth. Sure that may be true regarding anything to do with his work aka body language and weaknesses- but that doesn’t necessarily apply to personal stuff sooo….

- Issues with control. Ghiaccio will always have the upper hand in his relationship or so help whoever happens to be the closest to him.Genuinely cant envision this man feeling comfortable if the crush happens to be a bit more on the independent side of tings.As much as hed love a debate buddy hed rather you just agree with him so he can get to his point.

- And the funny part is that he’s probably a big hypocrite with that too.Ah the double standard of having to please a man who cant admit anyone being better than him yet at the same time wants somebody who he can swing about like a trophy and tell the rest of his teammates that they can shove it up their ass cuz “hes got the hottest bitch, and it wasn’t by means of money or threatening, its because hes JUST SO DAMN BETTER THAN EVERYONE ELSE”

- Ghiaccio’s keen eye and expertise in the how “to get bitches “ means he’s already on his third honeymoon with the love of his life who can only be so happy they get to fuck him and be tolerated by him and ooo theyre in the bedroom and-

- Have I mentioned this process of thinking is taking place whilst lurking and stalking the person rather than being a normal human being and just go and have a chat? Oh I haven’t? It’s probably because the ice gremlin has gone a few steps ahead of his plan but forgot to actually touch base with said person and is instead intently staring at them like a maniac without blinking.From across the room.Even Melone is throwing him side glances.

-Physical touch. Has a habit of being grabby should the crush show a smidge of interest in him.Ice boy will take every opportunity to have some part of him touching the person, annoyingly so, because he himself is touched starved.Dont try to reciprocate said touch unless you’re planning to be smothered consistently by his advances.If you’re thinking its soft uwu touches you’re very wrong. His composure makes it seem like he’s challenging you to a fight more than asking to snuggle.Very anxiety inducing and rather hard to get out of his grip once he has you.

- Lord forbid his target is talking to another person he deems a threat because hes prone to start fights and has ended many with plenty of people having a trip to the ER

- he drives with pure unadulterated malice and will curve swerve every chance he gets so any bitch he does get will definitely end up with severe nausea and promptly make an exit turn the moment they get out the car.

Sorbet and Gelato:

-Deadass, if they’re seeking anyone, that person will go missing.

- They have each other, thats facts, they are the bitches, the gay bitches.good for them

-I dont think anyone is capable of dealing with these two because all they care about is money and violence, anything else is considered unnecessary and a waste of time.

- Any “bitches” desiring their affections will be shot down on the spot, with a gun.Most likely by Gelato because hes a very possessive and jealous mf.Sorbet is very aware of this and unless hes bored and wants to see some discourse, he will be very unapproachable to a point where you have to be void of any fight or flight instinct to get close.

-Theyre a couple with a lack of care to anyone who doesn’t provide them with money, entertainment or drugs and the only affection they show is to one another.Any unlucky soul who somehow ended up in their bedroom will die miserably.

-Sadists with a capital ,s, if theyre down to be part of the hitman team for financial gain do you honestly believe they have any consideration for peoples lives, let alone their feelings???? Yeah no.

-Dont you also find it quite interesting that they were the first of the squadra to go?? Like for a second there sure, “it’s because they tried to get information” on diavolo, but I also have a feeling they could’ve been a genuine threat to the boss.I like to believe that if they didnt get offed so quickly, the way the squadra organised their traitor plans would’ve probably earned more damage to the Passione’s business than even Bruno’s team.

#jjba ghiaccio #jjba #la squadra x reader #ghiacco #jjba x reader #jjba part 5 #jjba risotto #jojo's bizarre adventure #ghiaccio #ghiaccio x reader #jjba formaggio #jjba headcanons #jjba melone #jjba prosciutto #jojo #formagio x reader #illuso x reader #risotto x reader #melone x reader #prosciutto x reader #pesci x reader #jjba sorbet #jjba gelato #thats right #im pulling up all the receipts on this guys #i feel theyre not toxic enough so im going in hard with the spice

[baconcolacan]

Okay so soulmate au. One where Tom and Tord are soulmates and they have a red thread connecting them. Then one where their red thread connects to a different person. This an ask for both AUs. I want to know how that would go. (Don’t ask me where these asks come from)

It’s my country’s independence day today so might as well answer some asks! Lol

Awrighty sooo. Lets start with the bastard child: Regimen.

Thread to each other: Tom would DEFINITELY not like it and will keep denying that Tord is his soulmate. While our local roachrat won’t be much different I think? More aggressive in his approach maybe.

Thread to another: I’m ngl, I think Tom’s thread would be linked to Edd in this universe, but they would dance around it a lot, maybe they aren’t ready.

Tord, well, I think he’d be pissed knowing his thread doesn’t connect to Tom. The only saving grace is that neither Tom nor Edd ever reveal that they’re linked.

Stay AU below:

YAY THE FAVORITE CHILD (LMAO)

Thread to each other: OOOOOO This is gonna be so cute! I’m also a sucker for the childhood friends to lovers trope, so teeny weeny Tom and Tord would have been SOOO EXCITED to find out that they were each others’ soulmates and would be inseparable.

But…uh oh, looks like they don’t always click. And that upsets and frustrates both of them.

It’ll pretty much be like in Stay’s normal verse but they don’t break up as much and try REALLY hard to make things work, cause they’re soulmates right?? This SHOULD be easy.

But it’s not….they fight, they disagree on a lot of things, sometimes the fights get really nasty….

Was the universe……wrong?

There’s a lot of heartbreak that happens, lots of expectations about each other unmet. Maybe, for the first time in history, their thread was the first fluke, cause everything just ISNT working….

When they’re older, they realize, they were unfair to each other, the expectation that they were soulmates made them look at each other a certain way.

Soulmates or not, a relationship takes WORK and realistic expectations of each other, true and honest, things wont just click automatically like magic…

It gets better when they’re older.

Threads to another:

I think, Tord would be the first one to yearn. He really likes Tom, he thinks he’s fun, he thinks he’s funny, he’s good for him when he needs to be brought back down to reality. He’s always been a dreamer, and Tom was always the realist, he helps him keep his feet on the ground.

He thinks that whoever his soulmate might be, they’re going to be the luckiest person out there.

He feels guilt for wanting to be with someone who isn’t meant to be his….but, he’s a dreamer right? There’s no harm in dreaming….

Tom might notice how much Tord looks after him. He sees the lingering gazes, the almost apologetic way he draws back when they make contact, the way he talks to him like he’s always saying a goodbye.

It’s irritating….but he wonders.

Tord has always felt like he was bigger than himself. He’s always looking for something more, pushing himself for a goal that seems impossible, running off to god knows where, but that life, that excitement in his eyes has always been infectious. Tom doesn’t know how someone could have that much energy about living….

And maybe someday, Tord will wander away to somewhere Tom can’t be.

And somehow? That thought….is scary….

When he looks down at his thread, and sees that it doesn’t lead back to Tord….

If one day, he wanders away…..

….would Tom ever see him again?

#tomtord #tordtom #asks #blueengineercherryblossom #regimen ao3 #ew Stay AU #HEKAKDF MY GAYS

[maaszeltov]

Games

Iconduragos studied the elven man in detail. Of course, there was the telltale pale skin, red eyes, and neck marks that denoted a vampire. Yet there was something else about him that seemed most unusual, aside from the fact that the undead could stand to be in the sun. He dug into heavily modified memories, searching for tidbits of information that didn’t seem tied to whatever blighted mess his past was. Ah, yes. It was very rare, no, extremely rare, for a vampire to so vehemently hate being a vampire as this one evidently did. Draining a boar instead of a passing adventurer or even a goblin? His scaly brow cocked almost instinctively, a gesture his face must have memorized. Astarion visibly fidgeted under his gaze.

“Something caught your eye, darling?” He asked, practiced words rolling from a silvered tongue, but he did not fool him. Iconduragos could see the nerves in the tightness of his jaw and the flickering of his gaze between him and the others ahead of them. He thanked whoever he was before. Clearly the man was practiced at reading others. He reached out with one hand to Astarion, waiting to see if the man would let him get close. To his satisfaction, he did.

“Just some rubble from our… fortunate landing.” With that, he brushed off imaginary dust from Astarion’s shoulder. His voice sounded casual, light. “I believe you have some in your hair as well.” He turned back towards Shadowheart and Lae’zel walking ahead of them in frigid silence, and saw Astarion preen himself out of the corner of his eye. A thought bubbled to the surface; This would be all too easy. What would? Iconduragos pondered to himself as they continued deeper into the forest.

It took longer than he thought it would for Astarion to show his true self. It had been somewhere around five or six days since they had met, and despite Iconduragos’s multiple magical alarms, they hadn’t been set off once. This time though, he felt the pinging just before he felt the hungry presence above him. Time to sell it. He “stirred,” blinking back sleep before looking up and starting at the man in front of him. Astarion jumped back, mouth still agape, fangs glinting in the moonlight. Half of him seemed wont to run, if not for the buffet Iconduragos had just denied him.

“Shit,” he started, “No, no, it’s not what it looks like, I swear.” The man started to breathe quicker, panic setting it. “I- I wasn’t going to hurt you! I just needed, well… blood.”

“Wait,” Iconduragos’s voice was measured. Controlled. “I knew what you were from the start, but I didn’t want to reveal it to the others. I’m not going to rat you out or drive a stake into your heart, believe me.” This seemed to shock Astarion’s system. His expression slowly turned into a small frown as he straightened up, fists now curling at his sides.

“You- you knew?!” He hissed.

“I’m a necromancer, Astarion. Did you think I wouldn’t?”

“You make a fair point.” He relaxed, if barely. “Still, why didn’t you tell me?”

Iconduragos groaned internally at the man. Charismatic, silvered tongued vampire and yet still knew so little of social interaction. “And scare you off? We both know why you didn’t tell anyone sooner. I’m not going to risk someone overhearing us!” It was getting a bit hard for him to keep his voice down. A quick glance at the others showed that he didn’t wake any of them. Astarion followed his gaze, dropping instinctively down into a crouch and whispering.

“Well, I would love to keep chatting, darling, but I really do need a pick-me-up.”

Iconduragos knew what he was suggesting. He had been looking forward to having this moment since that first interaction. Having a vampire at full strength by his side would prove immeasurably useful. Especially one that felt indebted to him. Iconduragos paused for a moment and let trepidation enter his voice. It was not very difficult.

“Promise me you’ll only have a taste?”

“I swear. One quick little nibble and I’ll be done.”

He nodded. “Then yes, you can drink from me.” This was likely the riskiest gamble he was going to take in all of this. Astarion seemed a slight man with little physical strength, but so was he. He swallowed hard and laid back down, pulling upon his shirt collar to expose to the undead a prime target on his neck to sink into. Astarion kneeled down over him, breath cold upon his skin, before Iconduragos felt him bite down. It was as if needles had been slammed into his skin, injecting icy alcohol that burned his veins. Not the first time. The thought flickered across his mind despite him never recalling anything like this. And certainly not the last. Then the horrid drinking began, his blood rushing out from his body with enthusiasm, sprinting to be drunk by the vampire. Astarion grunted and moaned in ecstasy, lost in the moment. The Kiss. They call it the Kiss. Again, unbidden thoughts rose to the forefront of Iconduragos’s mind. So much familiarity behind it all. Where did this all come from? What past did he have that led him down this road? But he must not lose focus. How many seconds had passed? Five? Ten? His hands scrabbled against the undead’s shoulders before finding purchase, peeling the man away from the puncture wounds on his neck. Astarion let go with a sickening pop! before leaning back in contentment, a blissful smile settled across his face.

“Ah, yes. That was delectable.” The syllables rolled off of his tongue lazily, almost sensually. Iconduragos bit back bile and disgust, forcing the next words out through gritted teeth and pain, “Satisfied?”

“Quite. Although something as tasty as that could only serve as an appetizer…” Astarion’s eyes flashed, a predator staring down prey. Iconduragos felt a stab of fear he hadn’t felt in a long, long time. He surely had the means to defend himself, even now. That resolution must have shown on his face, as Astarion shook his head and stood up, that primordial hunger gone.

“And while I would love to partake in such a lovely neck again tonight, I’ll find something else to snack on.” He smiled at him before whirling about and stalking off into the night. Iconduragos could see the newfound power and confidence this had instilled in him. He could only hope that favor was mixed in.

#writing #fic #fanfic #bg #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate astarion #astarion #astarion x dark urge #iconduragos

[kulemii]

My being GAY experience story

OKAY so when i was 19 i had just moved back to my state from college- some shit had happened and i was returning to my old job where i used to work when i was 16. there was a lady there who was in her mid 30s. we'll call her K. K was very attractive to me but i never really acknowledged that i thought she was attractive because i didn't acknowledge that i was attracted to women. it was like 'i can see why gay women would be attracted to her but im not....not at all.'

K was very popular where we worked. Cool tempered (before her sous chef promotion). Personable. Friendly. Always smiling. Easy to get along with- it seemed. She drew a lot of people to her. When i was younger i noticed this but she seemed to kinda ignore me because i mean i was a kid ya know?

however, when i returned, she tackled me and gave me the biggest hug out of anyone. weird, because we didn't have a close relationship when i was there before. so i get my job back and it was like she was going out of her way to talk to me all the time but i didn't mind it- i really needed the friends. but over time i realized she would slip things in about her relationship status.

she was in a long term relationship

she used to be engaged

it's over now

she's single- not looking for anything

oh- cool! good, you should rush into anything if you're not ready for anything, K.

during that summer i was having trouble finding somewhere to stay, as i said i'd come back to my state from college (short notice) and my mom wasn't intending on putting me up long term. so i was looking to friends. at the time, K, was one offering to let me couch surf at her place. i was so grateful, dude. i didn't have a whole lot of options so i agreed. i was staying any and everywhere people would allow me to and that got me into a lot of trouble that year.. it got me hurt too. im in therapy now for some of it but i wont get into tonight but just know i've learned that not everyone is always as kind as they say they are.

i never initially gave K any indication that i wasn't straight. i'd only ever talked to her about guys. i was nice to her and sure, she would give me compliments, calling me 'beautiful' and i would accept them but i never thought they meant much of anything.

i started having issues with my mother and i took up drinking and partying that year. if there was a party, i was there. the place i worked, they partied like animals- they could afford to and the alcohol they serve was the good shit, shit i could never get my hands on otherwise so i tried showing up when i could.

at one of the parties, K took to 'looking after' me and i drank so much that my judgement was all out of whack.. i was completely fucked up and i wound up kissing her in front of one of my best friends at the time (not the girl i went to prom with- a different girl i dont talk to her anymore...she's weird.. after this happened she told me that she 'always thought she would be my first lesbian kiss'.... um, girl... chile, anyways so) and she just.... let me. then she took me too the bathroom and made out with me some more when i very clearly should've been prioritizing vomiting. annnnnnnnd someone we worked with caught us and suddenly the whole fucking party found out.

next thing you know, im getting a text from my ex who i denied dating because i was 29 and he was 17 and why did that even happen and he's grilling me like DID YOU MAKE OUT WITH K??????? ARE YOU GAY??????? (nigga since when did i owe you anything??? WHYYYYY DID I DATE MY COWORKERSSSSS???? WHY WAS I DATING HIM AS A MINOR?????? SO MANY QUESTIONS!!!!)

work for the next month or so is this weird minefield of navigating rumors or me being gay that aren't actually rumors because they're based on the fact that i made out with a woman and she's not helping me dispel anything. if anything she's playing into the rumor mill because i was the young thing that several people were pursuing but weren't successful and she 'got me' after one drunken night. and suddenly my reputation is ruined and i'm easy, oh and gay lol

and at the time, i saw her as a friend because she made me feel like she was on my side but now that i'm older i realize how much of this was so fucked up. she practically tried to force me out of the closet.

i remember crying to her several times telling her that i was straight and she was like, 'yeah.. but why would you kiss me tho?' BITCh urrghhh

THEN eventually, when i felt like, i had no choice but to just accept it. i was going to come out to my mom WHO WORKED WITH US. WHO SHE WOULD FLIRT WITH ME IN FRONT OF!!!!! i was pretty much trying to weigh all of my options and she was pretty much trying to tell me how i had to be gay. she was going to be the stud. i was going to be the femme. she was going to kick up her feet and i was going to spoil her and buy her shit. MIND YOU! I WAS 19 WORKING FRONT OF THE HOUSE AS A HOSTESS, BARISTA AND DINING ROOM ATTENDANT living from couch to couch!!!! meanwhile this bitch was 35 making bank as a whole entire fucking sous chef with her own place i----

NSFW AHEAD

and if anyone is curious, since i am telling this story i dont mind sharing the sordid details- we had sex ONE TIME and it was horrible. all she did was finger me and it was so uncomfortable. i just wanted it to be over. so i moaned a little loud and faked it like i would with a man and she got a swollen head about how she made me cum soooo hard and wouldn't shut the fuck up about it. and i'm just like ??????? damn so even women can't tell when we fake it? tragic lol. she couldn't fuck, but she was an amazing cuddler! i give her cuddling 100/10 stars🥰! no one has ever cuddled me that well again in my life which is saying alot.

anyway, my only experience being kinda openly gay irl was full of anxiety and a sprinkle of coaxing and intimidation 🥰 i never had a proper date with a woman. never had the whole, does this woman like me, is this gonna go somewhere? should we go out... thing. maybe i'll experience it someday but so far- nope!

#kulemiirl #i dont even know if it makes sense why i told this story but i never told anyone about this #its just.... been sitting with me all these years

[day0walkersdrafts]

kinktober day three - hate

Yasiel hates Johann.

It’s not an exaggeration. He’s easy to hate. Affluent, smug, attractive. He walks the long hallways of Johann’s manor and feels that hate twist inside him, like an ugly tree root nestling in. They meet because Johann goes to the same snide cafe as him—Yasiel doesn’t realize until later that Johann only went because he owned the cafe. Or at least his name did; the assets were wrapped up in something somewhere, a nasty accountant typing up tax write offs somewhere for the rich fuck.

He buys Yasiel a coffee one day. It’s not kindness, but rather, look how little this costs to me. A tossed credit card that is sleek and black on the counter to a barista that can only stare at it with dull, flat eyes. Johann leans against the counter, back to her and front to Yasiel. He smiles, this curling, confident thing. Disgusting. Gross.

Filthy.

That’s sort of what it feels like, being with Johann. Nasty. Yasiel likes to pretend he isn’t into it. That he just hates Johann—and he does. Yasiel doesn’t even pretend not to and he thinks Johann is just as into that as Yasiel is into feeling like he’s doing something wrong.

—

“Stop being a dick—hah.” Yasiel’s hands slide across Johann’s sweat slicked chest, fingernails digging harshly into skin that is unsettlingly pale. He huffs out a shivery breath, one of those fists curling around the other man’s bicep for purchase to give himself leverage—thrust his hips forward and back, grind for pleasure. “I’m trying to get off.”

“I can see that.” Johann’s voice is equally breathy, rough and hoarse but also mean. Smarmy fuck. Yasiel’s two toned eyes flick up to catch that shit eating bastard grin he always has.

“Fuck off.”

“You first?”

Yasiel’s hand slides from Johann’s bicep to his throat, wrapping harder, squeezing. It makes Johann’s hips jump up, enough to make Yasiel fall forward. The weight of himself, bearing down on that hand causes Johann to make a deliciously submissive, whimpering sound. It feels like a suiting punishment considering Johann’s locked hands on Yasiel’s hips were just keeping him from all the length he wanted. Teasing and mean, the way Johann is until—

He squeezes again, watches pale eyes swim up. Yasiel’s thumb brushes, almost affectionately, against the adams apple between his palms. He watches, in savage satisfaction as Johann’s mouth slackens, his eyes squeeze shut, his breath catches. At this angle, he’s handsome. Carved features looking submissive and pretty. Yasiel uses the lapse in his focus to grind himself back, sink further. Deeper. The feeling of Johann, throbbing hard inside him makes his own eyes flutter.

This push and pull is something Johann always seems to demand anytime they come together like this. Like he wont fuck someone if they’re not actively trying to make it into a fight; and Johann likes losing the fight, but it has to be lost well. Yasiel isn’t usually into that. And yet—with Johann, playing some mind game to get what he wants (fucked, filled, stretched, an orgasm that makes his ears ring and his thoughts blur) is fun.

He wishes it wasn’t but…no denying.

Johann’s hands palm across his thighs, up over his sides. They draw down, squeeze appreciatively at his hips again, jerking him forward. Yasiel doesn’t like knowing Johann is stronger than him, but in that moment, it’s good. To be handled a little bit, to be forced forward and back in a familiar fucking motion. Yasiel’s sweaty hair dangles around his face. He moans, head dropping forward until it’s touching Johann’s chest. His hands give another harsh squeeze and Johann responds in desperate kind.

Yasiel’s mouth moves to Johann’s—and they don’t kiss. Not…really. Their lips are close, Yasiel’s brown and hazel eyes staring into Johann’s dark, black abyss of a gaze. They don’t kiss. Their tongues touch, move together, spit slick. They don’t kiss, but Yasiel leans down and closes his eyes and lets Johann’s mouth touch his—it’s not a kiss. He listens to Johann’s desperate sound as his hands give one more, final, cruel tightening grip.

“Touch me,” Yasiel says in a nasty, angry tone, teeth snapping down on Johann’s lip. Make me cum, that’s the part that matters. Just make me cum.

The bite makes Johann’s body jump—the nip of pain always gets him. Yasiel’s learned that early on, the first time, when the absence of it seemed to make Johann petulant. I like it when it hurts. There’s more than a few bites across his pale body, all in the shape of Yasiel’s teeth.

Johann’s hand closes around Yasiel’s cock, giving it a soft and then encouraging tug. Faster and then faster as Yasiel’s hips move in that tandem rhythm. His body bows, arched over Johann as he keeps hold on his throat for leverage. He feels Johann thrusting up, hard, rough bucks of his hips that aren’t graceful, but get the job done. Make Yasiel feel fucking good. Electric tingles over his body with every hammering thrust.

Both of them get loud at that, not words, but obscene moaning until either of them hit that point. An edge that they work each other over; Johann’s fist pumping as release pours over it, drips onto his stomach. And Yasiel’s strong, painters hands holding his throat roughly.

Yasiel slumps, hands braced on the mattress. He trembles with the soft aftershocks, calves tightening. He pants hard, strings of his dark black hair sticking to his face. He looks down at Johann, who smiles at him in that way he smiles. You like me, Yasiel, look at you, getting off on my cock, you’re so into me it’s making you stupid, so stupid. Yasiel seals a hand over Johann’s mouth to cut off that curling grin. He shakes him a bit, watches those dark, soulless eyes flicker with annoyance.

“Did,” Yasiel breathes the word out, shivering at the feel of Johann’s hand moving a slow, almost gentle path over his hip. Cupping his ass, squeezing appreciatively. “Did y-your butler put those towels in your fucking towel warmer?” Rich fuck had an electronic for everything.

“Are you thinking of my butler after I made you cum?”

Yasiel slides off him, to the side, lays on the bed, still breathing hard with a hand across his forehead.

“I’m thinking of showering you off me,” he mumbles. His eyes are closed, so he can’t move away in time to avoid Johann’s sweetly manipulative kiss to his cheek.

—

“This is one of my favorites,” Yasiel mentions, casually pulling the book off the shelf. He’s in those silk pajama bottoms that Johann has in every various shade of red you can buy it in. Costs the same as his rent for just one pair, and Johann has enough he could wear a fresh pair every day for a month and not need to do laundry once. Not that Johann does laundry. There’s maids for that.

“Dostoevsky?” Johann is holding two different ties in a mirror, pretending to decide which one he’ll pick. Yasiel looks over his shoulder and already knows he’s going to go with the black one. He still feels a sickening surge of satisfaction when Johann begins to slide it around his collar.

“Yeah. Didn’t know you were a fan.”

Johann snorts and rolls his eyes. He crosses from his walk in closet (that is the size of Yasiel’s embarrassingly small kitchenette) to his ceiling to floor bookshelf. It’s lined, packed full save for the random decoration that pulls the room together. Modern, chic, intelligent. Artfully planned.

“I asked Nomi to get books for me. Haven’t read any of them. Need to borrow one for school?” He suspects that Johann realizes he’s put too much venom in the statement, prodded at Yasiel a little too much—because he instantly goes a little softer. Rounds his shoulders. His body language feels textbook sometimes. Like he learned how to human from a webinar. Johann steps closer, hands taking Yasiel by the waist and tugging him closer.

“Can I hang out here?” Yasiel asks, instead of rising to the soft bait. He hoods his eyes, pretends to look bored, slides the book back in place with what little room not occupied by Johann’s body he has. He folds his arms across his chest and pretends he’s not looking also at that little, little bruise his thumbs put into Johann’s throat.

“Whatever,” is how Johann replies, with a dismissive flap of his hand. “Order food from the kitchen or something. You’re so skinny.”

—

He doesn’t, because it feels insane to order food inside a house. Well. It’s a mansion, really. Not a house. So many hallways, that he’d once gotten lost before and had to desperately look for one of the many employees Johann had to get himself back to the bedroom. He’d been so embarrassed to ask and they’d not even cared. It made Yasiel wonder how many people got lost in this mansion, looking for a way back to Johann’s bedroom.

But he does read. He lays in the bed, on his stomach, chin in his palm. He’s read the book before. He has an annotated copy back in his own apartment. Not for school. He and Mouse had read it in tandem, chapters together, put notes. Mouse had hated the book. She’d torn it to shreds in the margins, in her scratchy scrawl.

Yasiel didn’t care for it either, but when he reads it, he imagines the pinch of her brow in annoyance and feels comforted.

Mouse would hate Johann too. Actually hate him, the way Yasiel doesn’t really.

“D’you mind?”

Yasiel jumps, snapping the book shut and sitting up on the bed. His breath catches in his chest painfully at the surprise of seeing a man in Johann’s room. But…it’s just The Butler.

They stare at each other then. Yasiel finds himself suddenly exposed, shirtless and clearly in this bedroom for a reason. Tino seems equally embarrassed, his cheeks ruddy underneath his facial hair. He’s looking at the walk in closet, hands neatly folded behind his back. It pushes his barrel chest out, promotes how broad he is. Yasiel’s throat tightens, his tongue fat and mouth dry.

“What?” he manages, laughing awkwardly to cover for himself. He sinks slightly, gets comfortable amongst the messy sheets.

“Need t’get Johann’s laundry. Nomi’s under the weather, not lettin’ her get out of bed—” Tino seems to cut himself off when he realizes that he’s maybe oversharing with Johann’s latest fuck buddy. He gestures to the closet with a black gloved hand. Yasiel stares at that hand for a little longer than necessary. He plucks at the string on the pajama bottoms absently.

“Not like I own the bedroom,” Yasiel teases. “More your place than mine.”

Tino moves swiftly into the closet then. It makes Yasiel’s smile drop off. He waits for a moment. His hand lingers on the book he’d shut. Then in a swift motion, he slides off the bed. His body is undeniably sore—it wasn’t like Johann didn’t give it just as good in bed sometimes. His shoulders burned from the position earlier, where his arms had been locked behind his back. His thighs were tired, trembly, unsteady knees and feet as he wanders to the closet.

He watches as Tino begins sweeping clothes into a sleek black hamper.

“How long have you worked for Johann?” He leans against the door frame. His arms tuck around his middle, shyly. Tino doesn’t look at him. Not directly anyway. There’s an undeniable glance in his peripheral that Yasiel locks onto.

“I don’t wanna bore you, kid,” Tino replies, a bit of a gruff laugh in his voice.

“Do I look bored?” He really looks up then. Tino’s eyes seem to start lower and then walk their way up to Yasiel’s face.

“Tired.”

“Johann wore me out, I guess.” He swears he doesn’t mean it that suggestively, and yet he’s shocked at his own dark tone. He clears his throat and brushes his long, dark hair out his face. “Jesus, sorry. Sometimes, I forget how to be normal after being around him so long.” Tino shrugs a shoulder, non committal. Looks back to the laundry.

Yasiel steps forward.

“You’re rolling your sleeves up wrong,” he comments.

“Pardon?”

His southern accent feels alluring and Yasiel can’t help but keep trying to pluck words out from him. They’re the same height, he realizes, but Tino must have fifty pounds on him. Maybe more. He’s broad. Muscular. That’s what Yasiel is focusing on, the muscles of his forearm. His hand lifts, cups underneath Tino’s elbow. He laughs, feeling winded and silly.

“You’re rolling these wrong. Can I fix it?”

Tino black gloved hand flexes. The tendon in his wrist stands out. Yasiel tilts the arm in his hands and begins working at the white sleeve that’s haphazardly rolled up.

“If you do it like this,” he pauses to glance up at Tino’s dark brown eyes. They’re lovely. Softer than he’d expect, with crows feet stamped at the corners, where he might smile. Nomi, he thinks. That’s who makes him smile. Can’t possibly be Johann. Yasiel’s hand smooths the sleeve down and then starts to roll.

“It’ll look neater,” Yasiel explains as the sleeve folds into a perfect smooth cuff. He angles himself around to get closer to Tino’s other arm. He’s still holding one of Johann’s stupid silk shirts. Yasiel takes it, tosses it into the hamper and then his hands return to Tino’s arm. “You don’t mind me doing this?”

“No.”

Yasiel looks up.

“That’s crazy.”

“What? That I don’t mind you fixin’ my clothes for me?” Tino’s laugh is full chested. Rich. Yasiel slowly closes a hand around Tino’s forearm.

“No. I mean, crazy I can’t even fit my hand around your arm. You’re kind of a thick guy, huh?”

The dark red color is back in his cheeks, eyes turning to flint as they look down. Yasiel has slender hands—he’s only somewhat embarrassed that the evidence of painting clings to his fingernails.

“You’re still here?”

Yasiel jumps backward, away from Tino. The butler turns to his work quickly, stuffing shirts into the hamper. His cuffs are neatly pressed now, folded properly. A heartbeat breaks out across Yasiel’s entire body at the feeling of being caught doing something wrong. He glares at Johann, in the entrance to his closet. He’s sneering, knowing and…pleased.

“Want to stay for dinner?” Johann asks, a possessive paw around Yasiel’s hip, pulling him close.

“No,” he answers, pushing at Johann’s face, to stave off the inevitable devouring kiss thats all for performance and likely for voyeurism. He slips out the other mans grasp, walking into the bedroom to begin looking for his clothes. He feels oily and slick and hot and wanting and annoyed and like he’d really enjoy having dinner on someone elses dime because he’s usually eating ramen and pieces of bread with how little his stipend is.

“Want the book?”

Yasiel pauses, his hand around the strap of his messenger bag. He looks up at Johann, who holds Crime and Punishment out stretched. He looks carefully neutral, face smoothed over into an easy mask of nothing. If it’s a mask at all or if that’s just Johann. Nothing. Yasiel looks over his shoulder to the butler in the closet then reaches for the book. Johann steps closer as he does. His hand lifts to tuck a strand of Yasiel’s hair behind his ear.

“See you soon, Yas,” Johann says confidently.

#yasiel #johann #tino #yasiel x johann #yasiel x tino #i have no idea what au this could be tbh

[elysiumxii]

cont from here w/ @ofholyfire​ ft bae & mickey honestly b you need more muses or they're all going to end up dating michael cuz i am obsessed 

Bae’s eyes lift to take in the really quite stunning venue as he slowly lifts his large body from the humming taxi. The lit building in it’s warm, orange glow had an almost austere and intimidating vibe; especially to someone more used to market stands hidden under tarpaulin, with uneven paving and the loud hubbub of voices. All Bae can hear here is the soft sound of string instruments from inside and the gentle murmur of polite conversation. What had he gotten himself into.  Pulling his long coat’s lapel’s closer around himself to stave off the chilly night air, he sets to climbing the stairs and heading inside. 

He’d taken on the job as a favour to a friend. She lived in the unit close to his grandmother’s stall and, through a few probing conversations over several months, had learnt what Bae did to get some extra cash to help his mother. Well, some of it. She knew about the dating service. The legitimate side of the dating service. That Bae could be hired to accompany someone on a date, all above board and very PG... what she didn’t know about was the webcamming, or what money could change hands after the legitimate part of the date. It was better off that she didn’t know. 

So, as a favour to help out someone who had always been kind to his grandmother, Bae agreed to step in for her at a function. Keep some colleague of hers company... someone she was keen to impress and had the sneaking suspicion that he might enjoy male company. Though Bae could always play it neutral - though his outfit might give a little away as he hadn’t exactly dressed for somewhere this... upstanding. 

Slipping off his coat, the escort’s eyes are left to roam the beautiful interior, lit by candles and fair lights with a large, real pine tree decorated in rich rubies and golds. He hands his coat over to the waiting doorman and is left in a sheer shirt thankfully partially dressed up by a blazer. Though the cut of a built chest and collar bones is still very much evident. Hinting, almost teasingly, to the body beneath. 

 His date, allegedly, would be easy enough to spot. With hair like spun gold and luckily a aura that stood out, Bae had him in his sights after another slow gaze around the bustling ballroom, and his smile widens as he moves over. Looks like this job wont be too much of a chore after all. She allegedly wasn’t playing match maker, but she’d set Bae up with a real treat, no denying that. “Hi, Mike?” He calls out, appearing by the man’s side as he gently reaches out to touch his arm to gain his attention and as soon as he had it, his gummy grin was widening, eyes crinkling at the edges and his whole aura friendly. “I’m Bae-” he hums, holding out a hand to be shook. 

Tall, too. With such great bone structure and lines... he looked almost angelic, set against all these twinkling lights. 

#replies;bae #ofholyfire #/ just an angel and a hooker #love it

[nastyzenin]

Tokyorev visuals Manji edition

mikey 1 2 3 4 5Lazy morning sex is his weakness. You two still a little dazed by sleep while you ride him or he fucks you slowly while barely keeping himself up. Has times where he takes his stress out on you and goes rough. Can be a lot of quickies during extra stressful periods because he needs to reduce the stress. And who are you to deny him some relief? Not the biggest fan of blowjobs simply because he rather be inside you. That doesn't mean he doesnt like them tho, he will happily accept them, he just prefers letting off his steam in other ways. draken 1 2 3 4 5Everything about him is big and his dick aint no different. Big balls filled with cum just begging to fill you up. Loves seeing his cum drip out of your holes. Loves you close to him, having you flush against his skin as you fuck. Likes being cockwarmed because he just loves the feeling of intimacy, wants to sleep through the night while inside you. He just finds such comfort being close to you like that. Loves using his size to flip you over, to hold you up and fuck you painfully slowly so you feel each and every vein of his cock. baji 1 2 3 4 5 6Loves biting you, leaving delicious marks all over your body with his fangs. Probs into petplay. Loves when your hands are in his hair, not necessarily pulling at it even if that will egg him on a bit, but he just loves you hands having a hold on it no matter how rough or not. He comes off as intimidating but is so soft and caring with you. His grip may be a bit too harsh at times leaving bruises on your hips. But kisses the marks afterward. Hes soft and rough at the same time but would never be mean or hurt you on purpose. Hes just a big softie who treasures you, he might look like the big bad wolf but hes just a lil pup. Will happily spend hours between your legs and pleasure you with his hands while lazily watching movies. Because he likes pleasuring you, your pleasure is his pleasure simply. mitsuya 1 2 3 4 5Soft loving good boy mitsuya sigh oh he would be rough. He gotta let out that built up frustration somewhere. Smacks your ass. Marks your chest. Cums on your back. your chest. your stomach. likes to see you covered in his cum simply. Probs likes to spill wax from candles on you. Just thinks you look so pretty with it. Absolutely worships you and praises you to the heavens during it all tho. Very soft with aftercare, treats you like royalty and cleans you up. Will hold you close and softly massage your limbs, making sure youre okay and that he didn't go too rough on you. chifuyu 1 2 3 4 5 Absolutely weak to see you in his clothes. Would for sure fuck you while you wear his hoodie. Really likes you dressing up, not specifically full on roll play where you both go in for it but you in a maid costume? maybe cat ears on that? he would LOVE it. Also heavily in love with you sucking him off under the table while he play games and streaming/talking to people online. The fact that someone could hear or notice in some way just gives him a thrill. Also likes overstimulating you either on his own or with the help of some toys. takemichi 1 2 3 4 5Hes one vanilla boy. If you want to spice things up you gotta be the one to bring it up. He wont initiate any of it. He just appreciates the whole thing as it is. Prefers missionary probably so he can see your face properly. First time giving him a blowjob you barely get it in your mouth before hes coming. You on top of him will have him completely losing it. Really likes it when you praise him. Will let you peg him if you ask. Will let you do anything because he adores you. But like I said, you gotta be the one to initiate it.

#tokyorev smut #tokyorev visuals #smut visuals #mikey smut #draken smut #baji smut #mitsuya smut #chifuyu smut #takemichi smut #.smut #.visual

[lavenderwhore444]

God Im pretty sure I’m going to hell ANYWAYS ok so this is a hybrid cat shigaraki, u end up adopting shigaraki from a very abuses owner so our little kitten is traumatized and terrified of everything, it took u a bit of time until he was comfortable with u , he doesn’t trust u in the beginning and thinks ur gonna do the same as his previous owner did but ur different u were so patient, sweet and soft not to mention he LOVED getting head pets from u ( he would never admit it tho) once shigaraki found out that he was in love with u he was stuck to ur hip ( he was super clingy) shigaraki’s heat was closer then expected, shigaraki didn’t want to ruin his chances with u but he couldn’t stop himself from humping everything so he hid in his room , you absolutely loved shigaraki since the day u saw him u knew u wanted him, when u first met him he scratched and hissed at u he was terrified, it honestly made u sick knowing the person who did this to him is still alive, u both got much closer he even started cuddling with u!!!! U soon fell in love with shiggy but u didn’t want to ruin what u guys have so u kept it to ur self , u noticed shigaraki was acting weird and hid in his room for two days at first u thought u might give him some space but u started getting worried u wanted to check on him before u came in u heard some little moans and whines, it just hit u that ur little kitten has there heat, u decided to help out 👀

Kinks pet-play of course dom reader and sub shigaraki maybe some pegging that’s all I can think of so feel free to add any kinks. I was listening to hello kitty by Avril Lavigne there was part where she says “ come come kitty kitty your so pretty pretty” that was inspired me to write this lmaooo 

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HELLO KITTY

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Samesies, but it's ok, we’ll go to hell together 😫

Now you might be wondering, Claire, why did this take you literal MONTHS? Well, I wanted to perfect it. I love this concept so much that I just HAD to spend so much time on it to make it perfect. And let me just say, it's pretty good 😏

Warnings: vaginal sex, overstimulation (male), anal sex with strapon, heat, pillow humping, marking mating, whatever you want to call it.

I've decided I'm obsessed with making cat shiggy meow ☺️

‘Where the fuck am I?’ Is shigaraki’s first thought of the day.

He’s never been on a bed this soft or a house this warm. Where is he? The blankets are all fuzz. The bed is littered with stuffed animals and pillows, and sweet-smelling candles, are burning somewhere. Is he being sacrificed?

“Hey, you're awake, ” a soft voice says, coming from the end of the bed.

He recoils in fear but, upon second glance, he sees that you aren't who he thinks you are. A girl replaces the scary form of his “master.” he looks you up and down. He has to admit you are quite pretty. The sight of someone other than the large man who used to own him excites him. Maybe this is a fresh start? But perhaps you're just like him...

“Get the fuck away from me, ” he snaps, scrambling into a corner.

“It's okay, sweetie, ” you say, “I'm not gonna hurt you, ”

“Everyone says that, meow ” Shigaraki retorts, “get the fuck away before I scratch your eyes out, ”

You bite your lip, “ok, Tomura, I'm gonna sit with you for a while, though. I'll be right across the room if you need anything, ”

“I don't need shit from you, ” he says, hissing making a show of his claws.

You laughed a little, more than a bit sad at his fear, “alright, but I’ll still be here, ”

He sits in silence for a moment, surveying his surroundings. He notices fresh clothes in the dresser, and there are some game consoles set up for him. How do you know he likes video games? Fucking creep. There aren't really any escape routes but escaping is complicated when he doesn't know where he is.

“Where am I meow?” he asks, sounding meeker than intended.

“I guess I kind of adopted you, ” you explain, “we’re at our house, ”

“Why did you do that?” he asks, the edge coming back to his voice.

“You just seemed so sweet, and the man who owned you was so mean. I couldn't just leave you there; he was hurting you, ” you say, frowning a little at the thought of Tomura getting hurt.

"Why do you care?" he snaps.

You sit closer to him, making him tense.

"I already told you, I think you're sweet Tomura," you repeat, "I just can't explain it. I'd really like it if we could become friends,"

'Or maybe more,' you think to yourself.

You can't deny he is very attractive.

"How do I know you're not lying meow?" He asks.

"I think you'll just have to trust me. Do you want to play some games with me?" you ask.

"Fine," he says, "only cause I'm bored,"

You grin, "awesome. What should we play?"

Shigaraki stands up and walks over to the games, tail swaying.

"This," he says, holding up animal crossing, "you probably like it cause it's dumb. What's your name anyway?" he asks.

"I'm y/n," you answer.

"I guess your names not awful, meow”, he mutters.

Truthfully, he already thinks you're beautiful, and you seem so kind. Shigaraki sits unusually close to you on the bed as the two of you play. You play late into the night; he makes a good bit of progress. Eventually, you feel his head rest on your shoulder, and he falls asleep on you.

You ease Tomura into your lap.

"There we go," you whisper, "you're safe now,"

Little did you know he's wide awake, smiling to himself and nuzzling his head closer to you. The sound of soft purring fills your ears as he drifts off into the most peaceful sleep.

He's pretty disgruntled when he wakes up alone. Where have you gone? Shigaraki doesn't have to wonder for long when you come back with a plate of food.

"Hey, are you hungry?" you ask, setting a plate of food on the table next to him.

He nods, digging in right away. You watch him eat like a man starved. Honestly, he might have been. He puts the plate down and moves closer to you. He's beginning to trust you more and more.

"Tomura, ” you say, “I have to put a collar on you now, just in case you get lost, ok?” you push some hair out of his face, “id be so sad if I lost you, ”

“fine, meow” he mumbles.

Truthfully his heart is melting at the thought. That you aren’t embarrassed by him, that you want to keep him safe and close to you. When you click the collar into place he hugs you, tugging at your shirt.

It’s shocking how fast he’s becoming comfortable with you but definitely pleasing. The next few days are calm, spent lounging around the house. He‘s getting so trusting with you. He occasionally pushes his head beneath your hand so you scratch his head. He always denies it, though; he has a tough-guy exterior to keep up.

However, something changes within him. He feels a strange warmth, not a necessarily bad feeling, around you. Tomura knows what cats were supposed to do. They are supposed to cuddle and play with their owners. Should he be doing that? Should he act like a “normal cat”? He concludes that you don’t want that at all. The lack of cat toys, a cat tree, and you allowing him to eat at the table solidify that.

However, he does want to cuddle. He tries to cuddle like all the time. But you have work, and you get tired, and you run errands, and he becomes sad. Tomura knows you have a life outside of him, but you really shouldn't. He should be your only priority. When Christmas break finally rolls around, and you start spending more time at the house, he's elated.

He has internet access, of course. He needs it to play his video games! But it was restricted. You don’t want your little kitty to see things he’s not supposed to. He starts to like watching movies too. At first, they‘re action movies with lots of blood and fighting, which you don’t necessarily agree with, but it doesn’t seem to bother him. He slowly gets bored with them and stumbles across a romance movie.

Tomura becomes engrossed in them. He loves watching the couple fall in love and be happy. One movie, in particular, weirds him out. It looks like they were taking off their clothes. They start kissing and making strange noises. He doesn't like it one bit, it makes his cheeks feel hot, and his cock gets semi-hard. He turns it off immediately.

It doesn’t take long for him to forget about it and keep watching different ones. Soon he finds some similarities between him and the main character. The way they feels around their love interest is the same way he feels around you. Is he in love with you?! It seems so and you have just recently come to the same conclusion as him.

Soon he’s all over you, following you everywhere. Tomura pushes open your door every night and snuggling up to you. He’ll purr and nuzzle into you, happy sighs escaping him. Whenever he “accidentally” wakes you up, you never get mad at him. You just cuddle him and talk all night, giggling and talking until you both fall asleep.

Oddly enough, you‘re oblivious to his feelings for you. Whenever he cuddles with you, you hold back the urge to kiss him on the lips. You don’t want him to feel awkward around you. Soon he starts acting strange without any change in behavior from you. He stops coming in your room at night and wont come out of his room.

You don't want to be overbearing, so you give him space...for a while. Meanwhile, in his room, Tomura is lying naked on the bed, panting and sweating. He feels strange, just like he did when he was watching that movie. He doesn't understand what‘s happening to his body but when he humps his pillow it feels like an itch is being scratched. The first time he cums he‘s terrified and lets out a scared “meow!”

But it feels so good. The feeling doesn't go away, so he decides the only solution is to keep humping. Soon he‘s limp but still grinding his hips on the poor pillow. He takes deep whiffs of your sweater, huffing it like a drug. His tongue is lolling out of his mouth and his eyes are rolling back in his head. He‘s starting to hurt down there but he just can't stop cumming.

Oh, why can't he reach the phone you left in his room? Why is his voice too hoarse to call out to you? Tomura is scared. He can’t eat or sleep. Sweat has soaked into the mattress and his poor little cock is starting to hurt. You‘re getting worried too so you wander up to his room and callout to him, pressing your ear to the door.

“y/n meow,” he calls out hoarsely, almost a whisper.

All you can hear are desperate whines and moans. Is Tomura...in heat? Oh, your poor kitty is probably in so much pain! You have to help him, so you open the door and see him. It is a pathetic (yet erotic) sight. He looks so desperate. He‘s crying and looks so scared. Tomura just whines and reaches out to you even though he‘s far away.

“Oh, sweetheart,” you whisper.

You walk over to him and scoop him up, sitting him on your lap. He continues to try and hump you, but you can tell how much his poor dick hurts. You hug him tightly, feeling guilty that you took so long to check on him.

Tomura tugs at your shirt, he can't figure out why he wants you to take off your clothes, but he does. You oblige, ready to do anything your sweet kitten wants. When he sees your top half naked, he feels his cock beg for you. He starts to tug aimlessly at your pants, and you take them off, once again, all too eager to please.

He doesn't have any sexual knowledge, but he has instincts, pure carnal instincts that tell him just how to breed his mate’s tight pussy. Tomura grabs your hips, his claws accidentally puncturing the skin. You yelp as he pulls you on top of him. When he slams you down onto his long fat cock he doesn't get the rush of pleasure he expected.

He's hit with an extreme amount of pain and lets out a panicked meow. You lift yourself off of him quickly, and Tomura misses the feeling of your cunt even though it caused him so much pain. He paws at you, but you keep him from shoving himself in you again.

“Tomura,” you say softly, “you need to calm down; you're hurting yourself,”

“Meow! need!” he cries.

“So needy,” you mutter, “youre just gonna hurt yourself,”

“Don’t care! Need!” he begs.

“Hold on,” you say, getting up and ignoring the insistent pawing at your shirt as he whines.

You rifle through your drawers until you find the dildo you got and the free strap-on attachment that came with it. You smile and gran some lube; this is exactly what you need for your pretty kitty. He watches with curious eyes and blown out pupils due to pure lust.

“Let's give your poor cock a break,” you say.

He nods, but where are you going to put that? You climb onto the bed with him, and he hugs you, sucking on your tit. He feels so at peace. Your boobs are so soft and pretty. He wants to stay like this forever. But when Tomura feels those nimble fingers of yours start to trail across his lower back just above his ass he shivers.

He leaves open-mouthed kisses across your chest; he lets them get sloppy and wet as you rub his back.

“Need,” he whispers again, eyes half-lidded.

You tilt Tomura’s head up and give him his first proper kiss. He's seen this in movies and knows you're supposed to say “I love you” after...right? He doesn't know the full meaning of the three little words he's about to say.

“I love you y/n,” he says when you pull away.

“I love you too,” you say, taken aback just a bit.

He gives you a love-drunk smile and tries to rut against your thigh but yelps again, remembering how sensitive he is.

“C’mere pretty kitty,” you coo, “lay on your back for me,”

He nods and lays on his back, painfully aware of how exposed he is to your careful, calculating eyes. He starts purring when you muzzle your head into his neck. Are you going to mark him?! Do you really want him to be your mate?! Oh, he hopes so! He smiles, and his breathing picks up, but his ears flatten on his head when you pull away.

“No mate meow?” Tomura asks, face falling.

For the first time all day, he feels his cock soften sadly. He doesn't understand the look of confusion on your face and tears up a bit.

“I'm not sure I understand,” you say, brushing some hair out of his face and feeling guilty when you see his teary eyes.

“I want you to mark me,” he says, bottom lip quivering, “please meow?”

Your eyes widen, “oh,” maybe you did learn something useful in school, “of course honey,”

You lean down again, unsure of how hard to bite his neck. You can tell exactly where you're supposed to bite. A strong musky smell radiates from the side of his neck and you decide to sink your teeth in until you break skin. When you do, he sighs happily at the feeling of your admittedly dull teeth (in comparison to his) in his neck.

“Mate,” he purrs.

You pull away when you can tell he's satisfied. He pulls you in for another kiss, tasting some of his blood on your tongue. He doesn't notice your fingers traveling to the bottle of lube on the bed and pumping some onto your fingers. He does notice when you start to rub around where you're not supposed to.

“Hey! What are you doing, meow?!” Tomura says, squirming at the strange new sensation.

When you find your mark and circle his asshole, any objections he just made the in the past. When he feels your finger begin to sink into his tight hole, he sighs happily. He isn't supposed to be the one getting penetrated, but he can't help how much he loves the feeling of your finger wiggling around inside of him.

When you add in another finger, he meows happily, grinding on your fingers. All this pleasure without the pain, what has he done to deserve this? To deserve you? Tomura’s back arches as he moves his hips; he can feel himself coming to a different kind of climax, but you pull away right when he's on the edge.

He looks up at you with pleading eyes and trembling thighs. He sees you putting that strange liquid on something much larger and gulps. He feels his asshole gape around nothing, waiting for something to fill it up.

“Is that going inside me, meow?” he asks nervously.

“It won't hurt,” you say, cupping his face, “i promise,”

Tomura gulps but nods. He trusts you. When the head of the dildo pushes into him he's tense and panting already.

“You have to relax,” you whisper in his ear, “be a good boy and relax,”

He tries, letting the nervous knot in his stomach untangle. His breathing slows as you push in more of the dildo. It starts to feel good, having you in some of him, and it's even better when the head of the dildo hits a spot that makes him mewl. He wraps his arms around your neck and pulls you down to him, causing you to poke his prostate again.

He moans and buries his face in your neck, purring loudly. You start to move your hips at an agonizingly slow pace. You worm your arms under him and hold him close while you help him adjust. He's planting and mewling happily.

“Love you,” he moans, “I love you so much y/n,”

“I love you too, Tomura,” you whisper, kissing the shell of his ear.

“It's so good,” he groans, “you're amazing meow. The perfect mate,”

“Yeah?” you say, too focused to respond.

He nods, “the best ever,”

You keep thrusting, speeding up just a bit. That makes Tomura yelp happily. His tongue lolls out as he smiles. There's not one thought behind those beautiful red eyes—just pure pleasure. It's taking over his entire body and he can't help but meow happily.

He likes to think of himself as more refined than most hybrids. More human, but all he can think of now is how wonderful being your little kitty is.

“I'm gonna cum,” he whimpers, “gonna cum, meow”

His dick quivers, and his asshole clenches as cum spurts out of him, but it's still not enough. To satiate his desires, he needs to be inside of you when he cums. When you pull out of him slowly and remove the strap on, he bites the bullet and plunges into you, ignoring the pain that makes him sob and absolutely hammers into you.

You're helpless underneath him as he has his way with you. You can't deny how good he feels inside of you. Tomura hates how long he's lasting. He needs to get this over with, although having you cum on his cock would be pretty nice. When he feels you worm your fingers down to your clit he starts to be thankful he hasn't lost his mind and cum yet.

That look on your face makes him so happy. He wants you to be happy. He wants you to cum, so he holds out until you milk his cock with your cunt. And when he lets go it's heavenly. The itch has been scratched, and he collapses on top of you, purring as his tail twitches. You scratch behind his ears to help him get some much-needed rest.

It works nearly immediately, and your sweet kitty is asleep in mere minutes. You love Tomura more than you can put into words, and he loves his pretty little mate. His adorable little y/n.

#fluff #mha shigaraki #mha tomura #tomura x y/n #tomura imagine #tomurashigaraki #tomura fluff #tomura smut #tomura x reader #tomura shiragaki #shigaraki tomura #bnha tomura #tomura x you #boku no hero academia tomura #tenko smut #shigaraki tenko #tenko x reader #shigaraki fluff #shigaraki smut #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x y/n #boku no hero academia shigaraki #bnha shigaraki

[bakubabes-tatakae]

Congrats on 4K bbe! You deserve ALL the love and support! Your writing is👌 I unfortunately missed your 1k so can I please have Isaac Foster NSFW alphabet? Thank you sooo much❤️❤️❤️

Thank you so much bby. 🥺❤️ I’m always happy to write for this maniac. I hope you enjoy them. 👏

Event Masterlist

NSFW Below 👇

A (Aftercare)

Zack might not seem like the most lovey of people, but that’s where you’d be wrong. If there’s anything that Zack Foster loves after a roll in the hay it’s cuddling after. This man makes sure that you’re comfortable and doesn’t ever want to let go of you. No matter how rough the two of you might get, he wants to make sure that you’re in his arms when it’s all said and done.

B (Body Part)

His favorite part of your body is going to be your ass. Isaac Foster is an ass man, there’s no denying that at all. He loves the way it looks when it walks in front of him or the way it looks as he’s pounding himself into you from behind. And don’t think you’re getting past this man without a firm smack to it nearly every time.

C (Cum)

If there’s one thing that Isaac Foster has a lot of... it’s cum. This man’s favorite place to put it is right on your chest. He absolutely loves the way that you look with his seed all over you. And it’s even better for him if some makes it to your face. 

D (Dirty Secret)

Zack isn’t one for secrets, you’ll know pretty much everything about him. The dirtiest secret this man has is probably the fact that he’s nearly always picturing you naked. He was locked up in that building for so long without seeing someone of the opposite sex that it’s just a habit for him now.  

E (Experience)

If experience is a deal breaker for you than Zack is not the guy. This man is pretty much a newbie when you meet him. He’s never really gotten any experience with anything but his hand. If you’re looking for a wild night right from the start then you’ve got another thing coming. He’s gonna need some time to get the hang of things first. 

F (Favorite Position)

With his almost animalistic side Zack much prefers doggy style. He loves to be able to run his hands down your back and grip your hair. It gives him perfect leverage to reach down and tease you a little bit while he ruthlessly rolls his hips into you. He loves the way it looks when he wraps his hand around your throat and pulls you up against him, pressing your body to his chest. 

G (Goofy)

Zack is most definitely not a goofy guy in bed. He’s got one goal and one goal only... getting the two of you to your release. He’ll focus more on making sure that you get your world rocked, but don’t think he wont go back to himself once he gets you there. 

H (Hair)

Isaac Foster is not much of a groomer. When he was trapped in that building he never really had any means of making sure that happened so he’s now used to that. He wouldn’t object to it if you were to mention it to him, but he’s most definitely not going to take that upon himself. 

I (Intimacy)

Once Zack gets used to a person and really starts to fall head over heels he’s going to be a very intimate person in bed. He’ll want to make sure that he tells you a thousand times that he loves you or how beautiful you look while you get your insides rearranged. He’s never one to keep the compliments away while you’re in private. 

J (Jack Off)

Before he met you the only thing that this man had to do in his lonesome was jack off. He would multiple times a day just to pass the time. So when you meet him, he’s definitely got control on how long he’s going to last in a round. He’s not going to be able to break that habit easily either, so every chance that he gets when you leave he’ll probably have his hand wrapped around it. 

K (Kink)

If you weren’t aware, Isaac Foster has a fascination with knives and sharp things. Don’t think for a second that it isn’t going to transfer into his sexual life. This man loves the way you look as he slowly slides the knife across your skin, the cool metal causing shivers to run through your whole body. He’d never actually harm you with them, just likes the way you squirm when he plays around with them. 

L (Location)

This man’s libido is out of control. There’s no place that he wont have a little fun with you. It doesn’t matter where you are, if he’s got the urge he’s going to pull you aside and fuck you against a wall. He’s very fond of finding a secluded place where there’s a chance of getting caught. He wants the whole world to know who you belong to. 

M (Motivation)

It doesn’t take much to get him going, but if you really want to do it in as little time as possible than the best way to do that is by wearing tight pants around him. He’s a sucker for the way they accent all your curves. He’ll want to maul you in an instance. 

N (No)

The only thing that Zack will probably say no to, is anything that involves him being the one being penetrated. He’s pretty open about the rest of the sexual world. He’s willing to try anything once and he’ll be sure to tell you how he feels about it after. And the thing you want to avoid that will turn him off is when you complain too much. He’s definitely not a fan of that. He knows that life is rough, but he can’t help but think of that things that he’s gone through in his life and compare them. 

O (Oral)

Once he gets the hang of it, Zack is going to be a very big fan of both giving and receiving oral. He loves the way that you look with your head between his legs and he loves to watch you squirm with your ass in the air as he licks your core, hitting all the right places. 

P (Pace)

There’s one thing that Isaac Foster is not good at, and that’s doing anything slow. He loves to watch you writhing underneath him as he ignores all your pleas to slow down. He might be quick, but he’s always sensual at the same time. He wants you to know that he loves and appreciates you at the same time as he gives you the ride of your life. 

Q (Quickie)

Zack is a huge fan of the quickie. If you let him get quickies in throughout the day that just means less time he has to spend with his cock in his hand. Once he gets that urge he’s got to satisfy it, whether it’s by himself or with you. It’s happening and he’s got no control over it. 

R (Risk)

He’s pretty experimental when it comes down to it. There’s very little that Zack wont try and he’s not against being in public either. He hasn’t found much in his sexual life that he’s not alright with, even if that only means doing something once in a while. 

S (Stamina)

I really hope that you’re prepared if you’re deciding to be with this man. He can go all night and last for what seems like forever. He’s trained himself to last longer than you’d expect. He wants to make sure you’ve come a couple of times before he even decides that he’s done. His control over that is incredible. 

T (Toys)

Zack doesn’t own any toys himself, but he’s not against using any toys on you. He loves to watch as you come undone under your own toys, whether he’s the one in control of it, or you are. Just picture him licking his lips as he hovers over you, slowly pulling your toy in an out of you as you attempt to cover you face from him, the pure pleasure almost too much. 

U (Unfair)

Zack loves to tease, but hates when it happens to him. He gets enough urges on his own, the last thing that he wants is someone else coming in and making them one hundred times worse. But he’s definitely always happy to tease you and see if he can get you going. He loves when you beg him. 

V (Volume)

If you’re looking for a quiet partner than I think you need to look somewhere else. Zack never had a need to keep himself quiet when he was by himself, and he isn’t going to start now. Whether it’s grunts and groans coming from him or him asking you to be louder, it will never be silent in his bedroom. He loves to hear you and he loves to have you hear just how good you’re making him feel. 

W (Wild Card)

Zack will never admit it to you, but he’s glad that if he were to meet anyone to learn all these experiences with... it’s you. And he knows that he plays it up sometimes when he’s acting clueless, but he’s not as clueless in certain departments as you think he is. 

X (X-Ray)

As surprising as it will be to you, Zack is packing some heat. He’s long and wide and he knows how to use it. He loves when you comment on that fact, it’ll make him crawl in his skin with anticipation, or it will get him that much closer to his release. 

Y (Yearning)

This mans libido is out of this world. He basically wants it 24/7, so don’t think for a second that if you ask he’ll say no. I don’t think he’s ever had a time in his life where he would say no. He’s always happy to oblige, especially to his woman. 

Z (Zzz)

Zack has a lot of issues with sleep so sex before bed is a surefire way to get him to sleep. He usually falls asleep very shortly after a round in the sack. Either it takes away his stress, or just gives him that little boost of serotonin that he needs to get his mind to stop racing. 

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[coquiriitxt]

Ama’s TWST Yuu’s

I was delusional last night and went crazy typing point facts about both my Twisted MC’s. Yuumeno and Magmell. Remember. Kill the part of you that cringes! I sure did at 1am while I vigorously typed this on my phone! Here for a good time not a long time! This probably isn’t everything but I digress. Warnings: Some mentions/implications of child abuse and negligence / mentions of eating habits as coping mechanisms 

↓ ↓ ↓ More under the cut  ↓ ↓ ↓

Yuumeno and Magmell ended up in twst together, both even sharing the same coffin upon arrival.

Yuumeno is old, very old and had been in twst before back when the great seven were still alive. Her memory is very fuzzy on the matter and more and more comes back as overblots and strange dreams continue happen.

Magmell is a changeling that was swapped as a child. While their human parents raised them, they didn't do so kindly when they realized this wasn't their actual child. Somewhere along the line they end up with Yuumeno and developed a tight bond.

Yuumeno came from a family that could use magic but due to a curse on mages in her world she was born magicless and with immortality. Those born magicless were frowned upon in her world and often times executed due to fear over a human having an increased lifespan. While kept a secret by her family and unreported she didn't have the greatest relationship with her kin. She outlived them and never looked back.

Part of Yuumeno's curse, aside from being magicless and for the most part immortal makes it so magic doesn't work as intended on her. Magically crafted potions wont work on her and poisons won't kill her. Her own body allowed her to heal more quickly than an average human but no magic painkillers would ever actually work. Some unique spells can end up negated but there's no knowing which could.

Both Yuumeno and Magmell know Spanish, a language they oftentimes communicate in.

Magmell has the capabilities for magic but was never taught how to channel it. She is the one that actually participates in classes with Grim while Yuumeno mainly goes to keep an eye on the pair.

Upon talking with the Headmage they both insisted they had nothing to return to and denied Crowley's ideas on possibly finding a way back. Yuumeno isn't too happy about being turned into a babysitter for a half assed Headmage but prefers this world greatly over her own.

When Yuumeno did not follow Magmell and Grim into classes she was fixing up Ramshackle dorm.

Both Magmell and Yuumeno enjoy talking with Malleus and don't seem to care about who he really is. Magmell calls him Hornton while Yuumeno calls him Mister Horns.

Magmell joined a photography club with other students but it is Yuumeno who holds the Ghost Camera.

Yuumeno is clubless but could might as well be in the gargoyles club since she pays great attention when Malleus talks about them.

The Scars on Magmells arm came from a nasty fall she had on a thorn bush, the scars never healing properly. Because of this she is terrified of thorn bushes and gets woozy around them.

Yuumeno tried to bargain herself instead of Ramshackle when it came to making a deal with Azul but to no avail. When it came to staying in Savanaclaw she refused to let Magmell sleep on the floor and fought with Leona over it.

Magmell used to live near the sea and found great comfort in the sound of the waves. After managing to get enough points at the lounge they went to Azul for a wish. A means of hearing the sea as it helped soothe them. The shell necklace around their neck is enchanted to make sounds of waves crashing when held up to someone's ear.

She doesn't realize it but Yuumeno tends to mom some of the students and despite oftentimes having a scowl on her face will give helpful advice when needed. She takes great joy in flustering first years.

When someone tried to make fun of Magmell for following Yuumeno like a lost duckling they declared proudly that of course they would follow her! That's their mama! Occasionally the term of endearment slips, Yuumeno does not mind.

Magmell eats as though food will be taken away from. A habit they developed due how they were treated by their parents.

Ever since Vil made an offhanded comment on Magmell's eating habits Yuumeno is less than pleased when they have to be near each other to the point she does not acknowledge his presence at all.

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[bonny-kookoo]

Honestly Bon,

I think para social relationships with celebrities/idols need to be erased. Like we don’t deserve or should expect their private life. And to constantly invade it will just push them more to be closed off. A lot of fans need to realize that although you can speculate or joke about something you have to remember you don’t know them. Like personally I wouldn’t be surprised if half them smoke weed, but I wouldn’t be surprised if they didn’t. I wouldn’t be surprised if one of them was actually married, but I wouldn’t be surprised if they just have casual hook ups. And I don’t care to know why? Because All I care about is that they are happy, healthy, and successful.

I’m an ARMY thats it.

(Also you don’t have to reply with anything to add on, this is more of a rant about everything and I felt comfortable sharing it with you)

My opinion under the cut, don't read it if you can't take it.

Let's be real, looking at the most recent incidents (taehyungs flirting, his smoking incident, Jungkooks flirting on insta and the sasaeng on his VLive) at this point, in my opinion, there is ALMOST nothing that could really cancel them, simply because of the young and very obsessed 'Fans' that are stuck in those para-social relationships with them. They will actively try and deny/disprove/gloss over anything they'll do moving onwards.

Taehyung smoking? Absolutely fucking hot, and the photos are an invasion of privacy army delete this you're all delusional smoking is totally fine and someone said they're fake anyways and I think I read somewhere sometime that he's allergic to cigarettes and if its weed its totally normal its the US doesn't matter he's from korea shut up you're a ra*ist hater/delulu K-army they had it so hard years ago-

Jungkook flirting with faceless fans on insta? Nice perfect, love it, more of it because I can imagine he's flirting with ME! Bad sasaeng I'd NEVER do something like that, ugh I can't believe anyone would ever go over the line like that, I'm totally sane-

wait what, Taehyung did the same thing WITH ANOTHER CELEBRITY THATS YOUNG AND FEMALE? Hate train to her, lets flood her instagram with vomiting emoji's and hate because she CLEARLY deserves it. Our poor Taehyung was probably forced by her to do it, we need to protect him-

Trust me when I say this: Every 'scandal' moving forwards involving them will only ever have one victim for the young and obsessed fans; and it wont ever be the idol(s) involved.

And no, I'm not saying that Taehyung should get hate for smoking;

The big deal here that no one seems to get in my opinion, (which we know, is the delulu-k-army opinion apparently) is the following: No matter WHAT he smoked, It's not about him smoking at all- its about him BEING SEEN smoking. He's an Idol at the end of the day, no ordinary 'singer/celebrity' in the western-sense. He's supposed to be a squeaky clean brand. He's not in the US for the first time either. He should KNOW there's sasaengs/paparazzi everywhere.

People think fanfic writers are the delusional one's when we typically draw a clear line between THEM and them; THEM being what we imagine them to be in a fictional story written for entertainment, and them being the real people we don't know. But hey, maybe that's just me.

#bonny's personal opinions

[novamirmirsblog]

FwB minor safe

THIS IS SAFE FOR MINORS. and by minors I mean 15+ cause there's still some kissy kissy and implied sex. AND SWEARING. Seriously tho, no under 15s reading this.

When you had first met Natasha, she hated you. Or at least that’s what it seemed like. She ignored you, refused to train with you, and when she did train with you, you always ended up in the medical bay, and she always, always had something to say when you came back from a mission. You had really hoped to at least had a friendly acquaintance with the other woman on the team. You always had Wanda but she was often pining after a certain red synthezoid. You only realised Natasha wanted to be friends when Clint let it slip that she was like a cat. He was clearly sick and tired of the two of you constantly fighting and wanted it to end. Or perhaps it was Steve who finally wanted it to stop. It didn’t really matter who because now you had a way in.

Your friend’s grandmother used to rescue stray cats and while Natasha certainly wasn’t a cat, you figured the same rules applied. First, you would make extra food when you knew she would be there, telling her there were leftovers if she wanted them but never pressuring her into eating with you. Then, you slowly began just sitting in the same room as her, always a distance away from her so as to not make her uncomfortable. Eventually she began to warm up to you, even going as far as letting you sit on the same sofa as her.

Things all changed one night when Natasha came back from a mission gone wrong. She had been given bad information and the data she was supposed to collect wasn’t there. She was pissed. Steve called you into the lounge and told you to stay out of her way if you valued your life. It made you slightly nervous. The two of you were friends but you weren’t that close. Not close enough to know for sure whether or not she would hurt you. Everyone retreated to their rooms and locked their doors, not wanting to be in the way of an angry Black Widow. Because that’s who was coming back. Black Widow, not Natasha Romanoff.

You couldn’t sleep that night so when you saw a figure enter your room, it scared you shitless. You grabbed the gun from under your pillow and pointed it at the figure.

“Who the fuck are you?”

“That’s kinky babe and maybe we should revisit that idea but right now I want to fuck you senseless.” Natasha - no the Black Widow’s voice spoke out in the dark. It was that kind of muffled sound that you only heard in the depths of the night when no one else was awake.

You lowered your gun but didn’t take the safety off. Just in case.

“There’s no need to be nervous darling. I’ve seen the way you act around me.” Natasha walked towards where you were on the bed, leaning down and lifting you by your chin up to her lips. “Just tell me to stop and I will.”

You moaned as Natasha’s lips connected to your neck, roughly sucking and biting her way to your collarbones. She leaned you back and wrapped a hand around your neck as she looked at you. Even in the darkness, you could see how black her pupils were and feel how heavy her breathing was.

“I need you to understand that this doesn’t change anything. We are still just friends.”

"I understand." You leant up to kiss her but she just laughed as she pushed you down and kissed you harder, leaving you alone once she had finished playing with you.

Nights like that became routine between the two of you. If either of you had a bad mission, or were just feeling lonely, you would end up in your bed. It was never Natasha's bed and most of the time Natasha was in control. Occasionally however, if you had a particularly bad mission or Natasha had seen unspeakable things, she would relinquish control and you would savour every minute of it. Perhaps if the two of you were dating, you would be able to have control more- no you couldn't think like that. It was a dark hole that you couldn't go down.

Somewhere between the rough nights and the friendly movie nights the two of you had, you had fallen for the fiery woman. Natasha made sure that you always remembered that it was just a 'friends with benefits' arrangement by never sleeping in your bed. It was a tricky balance for her though because she would cuddle you all the time during the day. It was almost as if she regretted sleeping with you.

The friendly flirting between the two of you drove the team absolutely crazy. It was like everyone except you two could see how perfect you were for each other. You just fit together. Yet whenever they asked either of you about it, you both denied it vehemently with a sad look in your eyes. The team had had enough. They were done with the two of you fucking, flirting and then crying yourselves to sleep when you both realised you didn't have the relationship you wanted.

It was Wanda's brilliant idea to have a game night. She had watched a sitcom where the characters played truth or dare and confessed their love for each other.

"I'm not so sure that will work witchy." Tony said after Wanda had finished explaining her plan. "Maybe we should play 7 minutes in heaven or spin the bottle."

"Why? How is that better than my plan? All they do is suck each other's faces off. We need them to admit their feelings for each other." Wanda stood up, slightly defensive over her plan.

"I...I think I have a better idea." Steve spoke up and everyone turned to look at him. "How about we kidnap Y/n? Y/n wont believe us if we tell her Natasha loves her and Natasha isn't going to admit it over a game of truth or dare. If we kidnap Y/n and stress Natasha out a little, then she might finally admit she loves Y/n."

The room was silent. "Remind me never to get on the wrong side of you" Clint muttered, causing the rest of the room to break out into a slightly nervous laughter.

"When's Y/n's next mission?"

~~~~~

You were sent out on a routine solo mission. It was something a lower level agent could have easily done but you were happy to get out and away from the compound for a bit. You loved your family but their constant questions about Natasha were getting too much. It was a constant reminder that you guys weren't in a relationship at all. The more you thought about it, the more you tried to convince yourself that a relationship wasn't even what you wanted. You had been on a few dates since your arrangement with Natasha had begun, mostly to throw her off the scent of your growing crush. However, when you returned from your failed date (because they always failed), Natasha was always there to fuck you hard and rough. Sure, she would leave it a few days, distancing herself as much as possible, sometimes completely ignoring you, but she would always come back. The mission was complete and you were making your way back to the Quinjet, too distracted in your thoughts of Natasha to realise someone was creeping up behind you. You were knocked out cold.

When you came to, you were in an abandoned warehouse, tied to a chair. It was all very James Bond like. You tried to look around, but everything seemed blurry.

"I can't believe you hit her so damn hard!" You heard a voice ring out.

"I didn't mean to! Oh my god she's going to kill me." A deeper voice, probably male, spoke.

The voices sounded kind of familiar but you couldn't work out where from.

"Natasha, we found her!" that was the last thing you heard before passing out again.

"I am going to murder whoever did this to you Y/n." Natasha told you as she carried you to medical. She refused to let anyone else touch you and didn't let you out of her sight for one second.

The usually fearless avengers all froze and turned slightly pale. They were 100% going to blame this all on Steve. If anyone had a chance of surviving the Black Widow, it was a super soldier and besides, it was Steve who had knocked you out. Bucky had told him not to use his shield to do it.

You awoke to find yourself in a hospital bed with a very concerned Natasha holding your hand. You gave it a little squeeze and smiled at her.

"Never ever ever do that again. Do you understand me? I thought I lost you..."

"It's okay Tash, I'm fine." In that moment it was so hard to remember that the two of you were just friends, that you would never be anything more than friends.

"Date me."

"What?" You were stunned and not completely sure you hadn't just hallucinated.

"I can't do this friends with benefits thing anymore. I know I was the one who said it was nothing more but I think I'm falling for you Y/n. Do you know why I was so distant with you to begin with?"

"Because you're a cat?"

Natasha smiled, she couldn't even bring herself to laugh she was so nervous. "No Y/n. It was because I really liked you. You walk into the compound all happy and beautiful and I dont know what to do. We would spar and I would get weird tingly feelings wherever you were touching me and it made me confused. I tried so hard to stay away from you but then you started leaving me food, or sitting with me, or trying to make jokes and I just couldn't stay away. When you didn't come back to me on time, I was so scared. I thought you were dead. When we found you..." She ran her hand through her hair, her other hand never letting go of yours. "The relief I felt nearly made me fall to my knees. I understand if this ruins our friendship but I really can't continue on just being your friend. I think... I think I love you." Natasha whispered that last part so quietly you almost missed it.

"I would love nothing more than to date you Natasha. I was so worried that I was reading too much into things and that my feelings were wrong and would ruin everything. It's why I dated other people for a bit."

"Well good. How about we-" Natasha was cut off by an announcement from F.R.I.D.A.Y.

"Considering agent y/l/n is up, Mr Stark request's both your presence in the lounge."

When the two of you made it to the lounge, hand in hand, they all clapped. Natasha scowled and held on tighter to your hand and you just laughed.

"Why did you call us here?" You asked

"Well, the thing is, we don't want to be murdered so we're really hoping you'll stop Natasha from doing anything drastic."

"What did you do." Natasha let out lowly, she knew you shouldn't be up and about, that it was better for you to rest until you were feeling completely better again so she wanted this over as quickly as possible.

"Well...-"

"IT WAS STEVE'S IDEA!" Wanda blurted out. "I just wanted to play truth or dare but nooo. Stars and Stripes over here wanted to make things all dramatic." Wanda waved her hands in the air.

"What was Steve's idea?" You asked, still a little slow on the uptake. Natasha wasn't though. You could feel her becoming tense and you held her hand a little tighter.

"...The kidnaping..." The team hung their heads in shame, trying to simultaneously look at their shoes and keep an eye on Natasha.

The room was completely silent before you burst out laughing. "You're kidding me? You actually kidnaped me just so Natasha would admit her feelings for me? Guys I'm dying." You wheezed as you tried to catch your breath from laughing so hard.

Natasha however, didn't find it nearly as funny.

"Natty, darling, it's fine. They did it because they care." You whispered into her ear, leading her out the room before someone could get easily injured. Getting blood out of carpets was a pain.

"Your days are numbered Super Soldier. I'm coming for you." she said, watching as Steve's face turned completely white before turning and leaving the room with you.

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