#I don’t want any hug emojis I get that you’re trying to help but I’m really not in the fucking mood

[dreamsb0u]

Sometimes I wish my “friends” or whatever who ghosted me would talk to me again just so I could bite their fucking heads off

#rant #Tw rant #vent #vent tw #in tags #like you fucking said you were going on a mental health break and that’s fine but after WEEKS of radio silence I check on you #and you’ve fucking BLOCKED me???? #like what the fuck is wrong with you #this has happened multiple times and I think it’s justified that I’m fucking angry #they KNOW I have abandonment issues and they don’t even give me a notice they don’t tell me what I did wrong #I’m so fucking tired of this shit #I’ve tried to be supportive but all they ever do is fucking toss me to the side #I’m not sorry #I can’t even look at half of my sketchbook anymore because it’s stuff I made for them #I wouldn’t say that letting your friends know why you’re leaving them is a lot to ask #but hey maybe I’m the one in the wrong here #and I’m even angrier because I don’t hate them #I can’t really #but I’m so fucking mad #I don’t want any hug emojis I get that you’re trying to help but I’m really not in the fucking mood #I think I only have like two friends I can trust

[stilltoolazy]

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#is it really so much to ask that someone - just /someone/ - shows just a little bit care that I’m absolutely miserable? #like I’m not asking much I don’t think #just for someone to acknowledge that I’m miserable and #I don’t even know #I’m not even necessarily asking for someone to comfort me although that sure would be nice #I just want some sort of... ‘I see that you’re hurting and I’m sorry you feel that way’ #even in what is essentially a discord vent channel #no one has answered my post or even just. reacted with one of the hug emojis or whatever. #and there have been several other posts today in that channel that have gotten reactions #and I’m not trying to say they shouldn’t get comfort just because I’m not getting any #or that my problems are worse than theirs or anything #I just. #it makes me feel invisible #like no one would notice if I disappeared #or like maybe I’m not even really here in the first place #and that’s just... not making me feel any better that’s for sure #idk venting in the tags on a blog no one really interacts with anyway probably isn’t going to help with any of that #but I just.... I don’t know what to do

[buckybuckyboo]

The guy next door

Summary: You never thought that your next-door neighbor and best friend would have feelings for you.

Word count: 2,867

Bucky x female reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI. Friends to lovers. Unprotected sex. Oral sex (f reviving) P in V

A/N: I do not give permission to repost or translate my work. All mistakes are my own. Comments and reblogs are appreciated (Even leave a little emoji) Thank you for reading 

It was Friday evening and you were in your apartment getting ready for your girls' night out with your friend. You were struggling to find something to wear. Taking your phone off your bedside locker and texting your neighbor.

"Need you to help me pick something out to wear. The door is unlocked"

Throwing your phone on your bed, you went back to look at your clothes.

"Hello? Y/N?"

"In here Buck! Hurry!"

"Hurry?"

"Yes hurry! I have to leave soon."

Bucky lived two doors down from you and over the last couple of months, you both have become close, like tonight, needing his help to pick a dress out.

"What's the occasion?"

"Girls' night! But if there are any cute guys around maybe I will bring one home"

"Well if you go like that you'll definitely get some bites"

He bites his lip looking at you in your underwear. Bucky is hot, there is no denying that but he has never given you a signal to show he's interested. You were just happy to call him your guy best friend.

"Okay, how's this?"

"Um, no"

You disappear into your bathroom again trying something else on.

"This?"

"Yeah, that looks nice"

"Nice?"

"What do you want me to say I'll say it" He smiles.

"Oh, it will have to do. Tina will be here in 5"

Bucky sees you struggling with your necklace and get's up to help you. His touch sends shivers down your spine.

"You look amazing sweetheart"

Turning so you are facing him. "Thank you, Bucky, sorry for bothering you"

"Nonsense, I hope you have a good night with Tina. Be careful. If you  need help getting back, call me"

"Thank you, Bucky" Kissing his cheek and smiling at him

He smiles back at you as he turns to leave and walks out of your apartment. He takes a moment, leaning against your door, taking a deep breath. Talking to himself "She's your neighbor, she's not into you, don't get pissed if she brings a guy home..... God, I hope she doesn't"

He lifts off the door and heads back to his place.

Touching up your make-up as you wait for Tina to come over. Putting the last finishing touches as you heard a knock at the door. Running to answer it and hugging your friend. Locking your door and heading to the club. A few shots in and the questions started from Tina.

"So have you fucked him yet?"

"Who?"

"Bucky you idiot! You haven't bedded that handsome legs on sex?"

"Okay you're drunk"

"SEX ON LEGS! Whoops my bad. Hey, I might come home with you and knock on his door" She wiggles her eyebrows at you.

"Tina! You've been in a serious relationship[ for 6 years!"

"Oh yeah," She bursts out laughing.

"Don't change the subject though! You have to admit he is sexy!"

"Tina, he's not interested, if he was he would have, made a move"

"Maybe he's afraid to"

"I don't think so"

Just then Tina's favorite song came on and she dragged you to the dance floor. You both danced and laughed the whole night. Taking a taxi home, making sure Tina got home first then telling the taxi man your address. You lay your head back on the headrest and started to think. Bucky is afraid to make a move? He's not interested? Maybe I'm not his type. Getting out of the taxi you head up to your apartment, walking past Bucky's door you stop for a second, turning around and raising your hand to knock on his door but stopping. Tina is full of shit, there's no way Bucky is interested. Then his door flew open, you were standing there with your hand up in a fist. Your eyes looked over Bucky's body. He was shirtless, his grey sweatpants hanging off his hips.

"Hey, thought I heard something. Is everything okay? Have a good night?"

You heard what he said but you couldn't take your eyes off him.

"Y/N?"

"Huh?" Your eyes meet his. "I'm sorry Bucky, did I wake you?"

He smiles "No doll, you didn't wake me. Are you okay?"

"Yeah I'm fine Bucky I just uh-"

Bucky leans against the door frame "Yeah sweetheart?"

"Why aren't you attracted to me?"

Bucky started to stammer. Your drunk self blabbering on.

"Okay, I think it's time to go home and get some sleep hm?"

He takes you by your arm and walks you to your door. Taking your spare key from above your door to open it. There was no way in hell that you would be able to find your key's in your bag. Bucky opens the door, turning your light on and leading you inside.

"Will you be okay on your own doll?"

He turned around seeing you laying on the couch half asleep. He walks over, effortlessly picks you up, and takes you to your bedroom, laying you on the bed and pulling the covers over you. His eyes meet yours as he looks down at you. You place your hand on his cheek, your thumb rubbing over his bottom lip. He takes your hand, and kisses it "Goodnight sweetheart" He lays your hand on your stomach. He makes sure to leave a glass of water by your bed and some painkillers for the headache you might have tomorrow and leaves.

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The next morning, you were woken up by the sun beaming in your window. Some chunks of last night you can't remember. Turning around and getting out of bed you see the glass of water and painkillers. "Did Tina drop me home? No, I made sure she got home. Who.... oh no"

You remembered knocking on Bucky's door. You lay back on the bed, grabbing your pillow and screaming into it.

"Oh god what did I say?"

You hear a loud knock at the door, you get up and go answer it. When you open the door you see Bucky standing before you.

"Hey doll, how are you feeling?"

"I can still taste the Tequila" He chuckles and hands you a coffee from your favorite shop down the street.

"Can I come in?"

"Sure Buck" You open the door wider letting him walk by.

"Everything okay?"

"No" he says leaving his coffee down on the counter, turning around and pushing you against the door closing it behind you. His face inches from yours.

"B- Bucky?"

"You think I'm not attracted to you? What does this tell you?"

"I- I- didn't  mean to say that to you last night I-" he cut you off by putting his finger against you lips.

"I'm taking you out tonight, 8 o clock"

You nod in response. "Good, I'll see you then sweetheart" He smiles and gently pulls you away from the door. He leans in leaving a kiss on your cheek and then leaving.

When your door closed behind you, you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding in.

Am I dreaming? Did that really happen? Oh my god. I have a date with Bucky! You smiled to yourself.

You went about your day as normal trying to make time go faster for your date. You wanted everything to go perfectly but you had doubts in the back of your mind. What if he can't stand you? What if he didn't wanna have a relationship with you. Would you both still be friends? You didn't want to lose him.

As it was getting closer to the time you decided to start getting ready. You took a shower and when you got out you looked at your phone and saw you had a text from Tina.

"Hey girl, how's the head lol what are you doing tonight?"

"Hey T, dehydrated and a slight headache lol I' staying  in tonight"

"Oh, want me to come over? I've got wine!"

"No thanks T, just gonna relax tonight"

"Okay girl, call me if you get bored! x"

God I hope I don't get bored, you thought to yourself. Getting dressed, nothing fancy but fancy enough for whatever he had planned.

At 8pm, on the dot, there was a knock at the door. Taking a deep breath before opening the door, there he was. He looked amazing, he was wearing black jeans and a black shirt.

"Hi doll, you ready to go?"

"Yes, I'm ready"

Grabbing your coat and leaving your apartment. He pressed the button for the elevator, waited for you to walk in and then he followed. There was a bit of an awkward science in the elevator, then he spoke.

"You look gorgeous tonight Y/N"

"Thank you, you look very handsome. Um, I wanna apologize for my drunk behavior"

"That's okay sweetheart, it got us here" he smiles.The elevator doors open and he waited for you to walk out. He is such a gentleman, opening the door for you and such. Making sure you were in the car safely before closing the door and him then getting in the other side. He looks over at you and smiles.

You both had a wonderful night. You two fit together like puzzle piece.

"You're such a gentleman Bucky"

"Why? Did you think I was a caveman?" Both of you laughing.

"No, no I just thought that you seen me as a friend and my friend kept talking about how hot you were the other night and I guess the alcohol just took over" you smile.

"That's okay doll, I'm kinda glad you did. Oh so your friend likes me too?" You slap his shoulder playfully.

"Nah sweetheart, I'm not interested in anyone else, just you" He leans in kissing your lips softly. The rest of the night goes on and you enjoy the drinks and the food is amazing, and Bucky? He is really sweeping you off your feet, he's sweet, funny, charming and smart.

""Was the food okay doll?"

You smile wide at him. "Everything has been amazing, thank you"

"You're welcome, I'm glad you enjoyed it"

God you wish this night would never end. "I', gonna go freshen up, I'll be right back" You kiss his cheek and leave the booth heading to the bathroom. While you were in there you over heard two girls talking about how sexy Bucky looked and you couldn't help but smile and obviously agree with them 100%. When you made your way back to the booth, Bucky was standing waiting for you. His smile made you melt. "You ready to head home doll?"

"Yes Bucky, I am ready whenever you are. Thank you for tonight, it was amazing"

"I'm glad you had a great night, I did too" He takes your hand leading you outside to the car.

The drive home was quite, exchanging small looks with one another. His thumb rubbing over your hand. The car dropped you both off and both of you headed inside and into the elevator. You lay against the back of the elevator watching Bucky press the button for your floor then he walked up to you, smiling as he took your chin in between your thumb and index finger, looking into your eyes. His big blue eyes. His eyes went from yours to your lips and back up again. He moved in closer caging your body with his. His lips lightly brush against yours, wrapping your arms around his neck pulling him in for a passionate kiss. You felt like you were flying. His soft lips against yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth massaging against yours. The opening of the elevator doors brings you back down to earth. He takes your hand and leads you to the door of his apartment, opening the door and the two of you walk in. You've been in his apartment before, many times in fact but this was different tonight. You had too much on your mind. What if's and what will happen after. Bucky noticed your change and walked over in front of you taking one of your hands on his and his other hand caressing your face. "Hey, what's wrong?" He whispers

"Bucky, are you sure?"

"Sure? Babydoll I've never been so sure of something than having you as mine" You turn your head blushing but he brings your head back up looking into his eyes which are now fully blown with lust.

"Bucky what if-"

He cuts you off with a kiss making you forget what you were going to say.

"Last night, when you asked me over to help you pick out an outfit? I was praying you wouldn't meet someone. I've wanted you for so long Y/N, I wont hurt you. Please, I can be what you need"

.You smiled and leaned in kissing him again, pulling him closer. He backs you up against the wall, his hands moving all over your body. His kisses trail down to your neck and chest then he falls to his knees, looking up at you as he slowly pulls your dress up. He slips your panties off and hooks your leg over his shoulder.

Your heart is pumping out of your chest. What a sight to see him on his knees for you. He kisses along your thighs making his way up to your soaking core and when his tongue finally runs through your folds you moan out loud making you grab onto his hair. When he wraps his lips around your clit and moans it sends vibrations through your body. "Mm Bucky that feels so good"

"Oh baby, I'm just getting started"

He rises to his feet crashing his lips against yours. Your hands move quickly unbuttoning his shirt and undoing his belt and jeans. You reach into his pants stroking his cock. He lays his head in the crook of your neck moaning.

"Oh you like that baby?" you coo in his ear making him moan more. He picks you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he walks to the bedroom. Sitting you on the edge of the bed as he unzips your dress. You wiggle out of it and throw it to the floor along with your bra. He takes a step back just to look at you and thinks about how lucky he is right now. He quickly takes his pants and boxers off and climbs on top of you on the bed as you make your way up to the pillows. Bucky rests himself between your legs as he kisses you fiercely and hungrily. You reach between your bodies wrapping your hand around his shaft and guiding him into your entrance.

Your breath hitches in your throat while Bucky grunts from how tight his cock is in your pussy. He stills for a moment watching your face for a reaction, you look at him and lean in kissing him softly then looking into those big beautiful blue eyes. "Please move baby, don't make me wait any longer"

He chuckles softly and kisses you again and then his hips start to move making you gasp and moan. He hooks your leg higher over his hip hitting a new spot inside you making you moan louder and Bucky smiles. "What's so funny Bucky?"

"Nothing doll, just you don't know how long I've waited to hear you make those noises for me"

"Well then baby, why did you stop?"

He kisses you fiercly as his hips start to move faster and harder "Yes Bucky, just like that baby. Right there! Please don't stop!"

"Oh baby, I'm not gonna stop till your pussy is dripping with  my cum. Gonna fill you up so much baby"

"YES BUCKY! FUCK YES! FILL ME!"

"Squeezing me so good babygirl. You gonna cum all over my cock with your sweet juices?"

"Yes baby I'm gonn- I'm gonna cum! I'm cumming oh fuck!"

You moan out as your pussy clenches around him just a few more thrusts and he starts to get sloppy.

He moans into your neck as he sucks on your skin. "That's it baby fill me up with your cum". He stills inside you. You can feel his cock twitching inside you. Both of you out of breath but he stays in the same position on top of you, kissing you softly as you both come down from your high. The last thing you remember is laying with him looking into his eyes and stroking his cheek. You woke up the next morning and you were in bed  alone. You look down to see you are wearing one of his t shirts and a pair of boxers making you smile. Then Bucky opens the bedroom door "Good morning sweetheart! I was just making some coffee. How did you sleep?"

"I slept great Bucky, how about you?"

"I slept great baby, better than I've slept in years"

He sits in front of you on the bed and kisses you softly. "Coffee?"

"Coffee sound good and all but I want something else"

"Oh? What do you want doll?"

"You" you smile pulling him over you on the bed and kissing him deeply.

"Well sweetheart, I wont say no to that" He chuckles laying down with you on the bed.

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@animnerd​

#bucky x reader #bucky x y/n #bucky x Female Reader #bucky smut #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes fanfic #beefy bucky #bucky fluff

[cerise-on-top]

saw you write for madness so i’m new! if its alright could i req sanford and deimos comforting their s/o after a breakdown?

if i req again i’ll probably be ⚡️ anon if it’s not taken. tysm + love ur writing!

Hey there! Yes you can! I hope I did the request justice! And no, I don't think that emoji is taken yet!

Sanford and Deimos Comforting Their S/O After a Breakdown

Sanford: The moment he sees you crying he’s rushing over to you to aid you in any way he can, crouching down to seem less intimidating and putting a hand on your shoulder to show you he’s there for you. He’s going to ask you a rushed and concerned “What’s wrong?” before intently listening to anything you have to say. Sanford will likely pull you into a tight hug. It won’t be crushing, he’ll actively try to be more gentle than that, but it will be tight enough for some air to leave your lungs. If you’re about to fall apart then he’ll hold you together. Although he knows that the worst of the worst might be over already, he’ll still hold you tight and be quiet for a moment, hoping that that will help you at least a little bit. Sanford isn’t one for distractions if he knows he can help you, so he’ll ask you what’s wrong and how he may be able to help you in that moment. If he’s unable to help you in any way shape or form he might feel as though he’s failed you if it’s particularly bad, but if you just need some cheering up then he’ll try. He’s very big on cuddling, so he’d love to hold you and cheer you up like that, if you allow it. However, if you’re not big on physical touch or just don’t want to be touched too much in that moment, then, once it’s not as obvious anymore that you broke down, he’ll go on a walk with you. The scenery may not be particularly nice, but it’s better than sitting around and doing nothing. He can be rather chatty, plus he’s a trustworthy guy, so you can tell him about anything you need to get off your chest. He’ll listen, he’ll give you advice, he’ll seek out revenge for you, anything you need. Will even cook a homemade meal for you if it cheers you up, and he’s a pretty good cook.

Deimos: He, too, will rush to your side and ask you what happened, if you need anything and if he can help you. Deimos’ approach to helping you consists of cheering you up by distracting you. He knows a few good jokes he can crack that might get you to smile, but he’s not opposed to listening to you either if you need it. Doesn’t have too much good advice to give that isn’t needlessly violent or chaotic, so you’re better off going to Sanford for that one. However, he’ll do what he can to get you to smile again. Hell, if you want, he’ll pay for some fast food as well. Fast food is always good and appropriate in his eyes, so why wouldn’t it be for you? Some good food always cheers him up when he’s upset, might work for you as well. He’s not the best with words in more dire situations, but he tries, although he really won’t know what to say. Yes, he prefers listening in those situations, even if he can be a real chatterbox otherwise. If his jokes don’t get you to smile, then his brain short circuits and he goes quiet. He actually goes more serious then as well. You can then proceed to talk to him about all that serious stuff and he’ll respond honestly. Might even open up about some of his own struggles to show you you’re not alone, that he can relate to you, if your struggles are similar. He’s really not trying to diminish your struggles, just wants to show you he cares. You will likely end up with an impromptu therapy session together where you both talk about your issues, but you will likely grow closer as a result. If he knows you’re okay with it, then he’ll wrap his arm around your shoulder and pull you closer to him so that your head rests on his shoulder. You should really rest up for the day, he’ll make sure that tomorrow is a brighter, nicer place for you.

#madness combat #madness combat x reader #sanford #sanford x reader #deimos #deimos x reader #this will be the last request for the day. it's half past 7pm and I'm tired #thank you for the request though. comfort stuff is always nice to write I'm a real sucker for that sort of stuff #I should also make a list of emoji anons I have that might be a good idea #I think there's three or four of you by now. not many but probably something I should keep an eye on if I can #I am so tempted to just post all the requests I've written so I can get them out and be done with #but I won't because that way I'll be able to post something even on the days where I'm taking a break #might take a break again sometime soon if I need it. but my requests will be left open that time #I'm sure it'll be alright though. I don't think too many people will request something #but I don't particularly wanna leave this blog unattended for two weeks or more either #I'll burn that bridge when I get to it #for now I'm just gonna relax for the evening and watch funny streamer people doing funny stuff on vod #thank you for the request! have a lovely day!

[eclipsedcrystalstar]

Incorrect quotes time

Lunar: I wasn’t that drunk. Solar: You colored my face with a highlighter because you said I was important. Lunar: BECAUSE YOU ARE!

Lunar: I like wearing oversized sweaters. Not just because they're extremely comfy and cuddly, but because whenever the sleeves are really big, I get to flop them around and smack people.

Redemption Eclipse: Could you be anymore annoying? Solar: Yes

Redemption Eclipse: Why is it so hard for you to believe me?! Lunar: … Redemption Eclipse: Oh, right. The lying.

Lunar: I want a trip down memory lane. Moon: *proceeds to grab every warrior cats book they have and sets them in Lunar's lap* Moon: I heard you needed these? Lunar: YES! ALL OF THEM!

Redemption Eclipse: I feel like Solar is looking down on me. Sun: That’s because they’re on the counter and you’re short.

Solar: You disgust me. Redemption Eclipse: *eating a kitkat sideways* I realize this and don’t care.

Moon: Every zoo is a petting zoo unless you’re a coward. Redemption Eclipse: I’m worried about you.

Solar: *walks into the room* Lunar: They’re covered in blood again. Why is it they’re always covered in blood? Sun: Well, it looks like it’s their own blood this time.

Lunar: I need 28 lightbulbs for 28 ducks. Redemption Eclipse: Ducks can’t eat lightbulbs? Moon: I think that’s the point. Lunar: Exactly. I want my ducks to glow so I can find them.

Lunar: ...I'm pretty sure that place is fire-proof, or something. Solar, grenade in hand: Alright, but is it explosion-proof?

Redemption Eclipse, taping a knife onto a Roomba: Be free, my child. Sun, entering the room with a small cut on their ankle: Who the f-

Lunar: Remember that time you dared me to lick a swingset? Redemption Eclipse: No, I said "Lunar, don't lick that swingset" and you said "Don't tell me what to do" and licked the swingset.

Redemption Eclipse: Okay, help me, please! Solar: Got two words for you. Redemption Eclipse: I bet they won't be helpful. Solar: Your problem. Redemption Eclipse: I was right.

Redemption Eclipse, holding an unconscious Lunar: Oh no. Please don’t be dead.

Redemption Eclipse: *Kicks the door open, looking panicked* Solar: What did you do?! Redemption Eclipse: NOBODY DIED! Solar: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT?!

Redemption Eclipse: Okay, two person huddle. Lunar: You can't huddle with two people. This is just a hug.

Redemption Eclipse: How does one turn their emotions off? Solar: Okay, so first go to settings. Solar: I'm a fucking idiot, I thought that said emojis at first. Redemption Eclipse: No, I'm still willing to try this, go ahead. I'm at settings, what do I do next?

Solar: If the thought of something makes any of you giggle for longer than 15 seconds, you are to assume you’re not allowed to do it.

#eclipse fnaf #solar eclipse fnaf #incorrect quotes #moondrop #sundrop #sun fnaf #moon fnaf

[mirrorshards]

I’m afraid that I can be annoying now, ‘cause I just write to you too often, so you could just not answer if you want, I’ll understand. But about Stenny headcannons, I have a few although I didn’t really watched sp really much. (maybe it’s wrong actually)

• Sometimes Stan helps princess Kenny with makeup. He didn’t do something unreal or expressive and bright, he goes with a slight things, which Kenny already appreciates. When Stan firstly saw Kenny trying to put a makeup on, his first reaction was: “Dude, seriously? You’re literally wearing a hood”.

• Maybe Kenny can be really flirty when it comes to Stan, but he’s easily blushful actually. He doesn’t expects Stan to answer him, so when Marsh does this Kenny becomes unseriously grouch.

• In correspondence or anything like that, Stan is writing pretty basic but at the same time not. He’s starts sentence with a small capital, puts dot in the end and doesn’t really use emojis. So some people , who don’t really in touch with him, can think he’s kind of sad or too serious. But Kenny knows that he’s not. Kenny likes to send some cringey and funny emojis. In tg he would record fun circles and just circles a lot. Like really a lot. And Stan actually appreciates this. He feels special and he likes it.

• In Stan’s depressed episodes Kenny…not always knows what to do. Sometimes he can cheer him up with a film night or some snacks, but sometimes Stan is awfully sad. In those times Kenny tries to loose his tongue and make Stan get all of it of his chest. Stan appreciates that, but he doesn’t like it when Kenny witness it all. So he’s trying to hide somewhere or doesn’t show up at home some time. Stan apologies for this a lot, but it happens not so much to hurt Kenny. But, whatever, Kenny insists to go to therapy because of that. And yes, Stan, we need to talk about it, don’t think you deflect my attention!

• Stan is very huggable and soft. He likes to be a…he doesn’t care actually. He can be either a big or little spoon, he just likes physical contact. Sometimes he can be too embarrassed to show it. Kenny is kinesthetic too, he likes it when Stan takes initiative and goes for a hug or kiss himself.

• Stan can be a smartass, when he wants to be, but he still can be pretty oblivious sometimes, when Kenny inkles on something. And Kenny finds it really funny.

• Kenny is a good cooker, but deny all that, he likes when Stan’s doing the breakfast or any meal. At those times he can feel that all of this happening is real. Stan standing there and joyfully talking to him while cooking something, him sitting here and watch his boyfriend lovingly. He really likes weekends morning.

That’s all for now, just because it’s like really late…or early? It’s already a morning tho, and I’m still up. I hope I’m not annoying.

Hi! you're not annoying, these are really cute! I appreciate you taking the time to write all of these. honestly, I haven't thought of most of these before so I can't say I have a strong opinion regarding the headcanons you brought up, but if you'd like, I can say how I see things ✨ (of course you don't have to agree with me!)

(this is just as long as the ask so sorry in advance sdfsd)

I do think kenny would be better at makeup than stan, simply because stan has no reason to be knowledgeable in it.... though, if kenny asks him for help knowing he's pisspoor at it that's a whole other thing (and also cute)!

Iiiii actually don't think kenny would flirt with stan too much? tease him sure, maybe he does flirt here and there. but since my headcanon kenny hides his crush, he'd try to play it cool and normal most of the time. though if you mean after they start going out then definitely! kenny is caught off guard every single time stans positively answers his flirts

kenny using circles is super cute!! I can see that. he posts stupid memey things in public but all the important stuff on circles.. so cute! I don't think stan would end his sentences with a period, but i can see him mostly writing without many emojis so he comes across kinda cold. 🥰 (btw kyle would be worse and would use periods at the end of a sentence. texting him is terrifying)

here i'm gonna pose it a little differently- I do agree kenny doesn't really know what to do when stan's depressed. but for stan's everyday grievances (and god knows he has a lot) he goes to kenny and rants a LOT. sometimes even to kenny's dismay cuz in a younger age it would make him feel like their friendship is one-sided, or develop a little resentment cuz stan's problems are nothing next to kenny's and he never complained. but as they grow up slowly he changes his perspective and learns to appreciate stan confiding in him, and realizes it's part of the reason they got closer. (this is also a headcanon I adopted from basu's stenny fics 🤗)

this one!! i've thought of a lot. I think in general in kenny and stan's relationship as a couple stan likes being taken care of, and kenny does it kinda naturally. but! I think stan really likes being the big spoon. I don't have an explanation, i don't even think stan is a big hug person but somehow it makes sense to me.. and kenny loves it. as for the rest I completely agree- kenny is always over the moon when stan initiates

oh yes oblivious stan is one of my favorite things ever. kenny takes advantage of it a lot and teases him all the time, just to see stan's face when he realizes kenny's fucking with him. soooo cute.

I agree kenny loves watching stan cook, or when stan cooks for them. though, i think stan cooks like a single college dude. aka he's fairly fine making pasta, rice, and other really simple things but he's not great (after all he comes from a good family with warm meals every day, he had no need to cook for himself till he moved out). kenny definitely cooks better, and they would probably die of malnutrition without him cooking for them daily. I don't think he hides it, just sometimes he's too tired to cook or stan wants to spoil him a little, or sometimes kenny's just a little bit selfish and convinces stan to cook anyway. also I think they'd love cooking together! though their schedules don't sync a lot

#long post #stenny

[honeystwiggypeach]

heyy!! may i become the 🦦 anon?! Im the one that sent the you deserve more appreciation thing!

So i read your rules, so if i understand well you can write angst? so if im correct can you please write an angst to fluff scenario with some haikyuu dads! Like characters and reader have an heated argument and like yk the kid wake up or something like that & then they make up you see what i mean? im sorry if its really vague HAHAHAHAHA im trying my best but im not really creative so i just let writers do their things 🫣

for the characters well sakusa and matsukawa will be good but any other is fine too <333

I hope you have a great dayyyy🦦🦦🫶

Omg yesss !!! I love you sm omg 😭 that’s such a cute emoji!!! You definitely can I don’t have many little emoji anons so I love that(also tysm for requesting!!)!!!!I do write angst just nothing like with death, or something that isn’t resolved, unresolved angst will probably only be when I write without a request just so I have more control!! Sorry if my rules weren’t very clear idk how to make them clearer😭😭I hope you have a good day as well!! If anyone wants me to write anything else pls let me know because I love writing requests!!!

Tw~ yelling, arguments(pls don’t read this if you are weary of anything related to arguing from parents!), nightmares, crying, let me know if I missed anything!

Matsukawa

The arguments was over something stupid and small, like always, you two hardly ever argued but when you did every small issue from the past month would be brought up causing the two of you to get progressively more and more loud at some point yelling at each other, no longer even for the reason it started in the first place. Not taking into consideration that less than an hour ago you and Issei had later your toddler down in her bedroom down the hall, and paired with her tendency to have nightmares, she was bound to wake up.

You both continued to yell at each other not hearing the door creak open to caught up with being in the right.

“Mama? Dada?” You hear her little voice ask, the two of you turning to look at her the anger quickly turning into guilt as you see tears gather in her lash line, her lip wobbling ready to cry.

“Oh honey” you coo as she runs over hugging both your legs.

Issei bends down picking her up gently as the two of you sit on the bed, “listen baby, mommy and daddy are sorry ok?” You tell her making her look at you as Issei nods.

“Yea, we won’t argue like that anymore ok baby?” He assured her, and he was right the two of you can’t argue like this anymore not with how scared it seems to make your daughter.

Sakusa

You rarely argued, you were sure it had to have been something important but you don’t know, not when he argues with you like this, it’s breaking you’re heart.

“Kiyoomi listen,” you try to explain yourself but he hushed you as he continues to scold you as you hear bits and peices, for how dangerous it is to let the girls try and cook.

“Kiyo they asked to help! What was I supposed to tell them no?”

“Yes!” He yells pacing the room both your heads whipping around when the door creaks open.

Your twin girls standing in the doorway, it had been so easy to get wrapped up in the arguement with you’re husband you’d forgotten that it wasn’t just the two of you in the house.

The way they stared at the two of you as the loud yelling suddenly came to an end.

You both make your way to them scooping them up as you pepper their faces in apology kisses before making you’re way to the couch to cuddle with them all.

“I’m sorry, I’m just scared they get hurt” Kiyoomi whispers as he kisses your cheek.

“I’m sorry too, you know for yelling” and that was the end of it.

Anyways I hope you liked this I enjoyed writing it!! If you want to see anything else pls let me know because I love requests!!!!

#🦦~anon #anons #reader insert #x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyu x reader #haikyuu parents #haikyuu dads #mom!reader #dad!sakusa #dad!matsukawa #dad!Sakusa x reader #dad!matsukawa x reader #sakusa x reader #matsukawa x reader

[the-bi-space-ace]

@echoleo @saturn-sends-hugs @floundrickthewayfarer

Aaaahhhhhhhh okay I decided to do this in one post because there was a lot of overlap in the emojis each of you sent in for the ask game so I hope that’s alright 😊

🕯️was there a fic that was really hard on you to write, or took you to a place you didn't think it would take you?

In all honestly A Matter of Trust as a whole was difficult for me. I think mainly because it was my first multi-chapter undertaking and I pretty much refused to plot it out before I started writing. It feels disjointed to me whenever I go back and read it and honestly? It deserves a rewrite… but I don’t see that happening any time soon 😅

Another thing that was really hard for me was chapter 8 of “You’re Calling Me Home”. I stewed over that chapter. I wrote and rewrote huge portions of that chapter. I am still (on the low) kind of disappointed with that chapter. But I can be overly critical of myself. So I can recognize that it really isn’t that bad and plenty of people liked that chapter and that it is probably just my own self doubt. But it has made me reevaluate why I get like that over my own stories.

🕯️how do you think engaging with each other through tumblr, twitter, comments, kudos, creates healthy fandom experiences? How do you deal with that if you're not a social person/experience social anxiety?

I think collaborating and enjoying each other’s ideas and content and lifting each other up and even having healthy discussions and differing opinions all really help contribute to a healthy fandom space. We are all here because we love this show, right? And part of engaging in fandom is making sure we lift each other up when we see people making things. Fic, Art, head canons etc. We may not always agree and that’s okay! We can also have criticisms of the thing we love and that’s okay! But at the end of the day I think if we remember that there is a live person on the other end of the screen then we can keep fandom spaces healthier. Also as a person who has really bad social anxiety I find it difficult to understand/deal with communication and things like sarcasm. I struggle to know when to comment on something, dm someone, how to respond to a comment, etc. it’s like knowing how/when to make eye contact. I don’t get it but I really really want to. And I do love chatting with everyone and engaging in discussions I just really struggle to understand how if that makes sense.

I’ll be honest with you. My partner reads most of my posts before I post them. Sometimes I have my partner read a message I send if I’m unsure if I’m coming across well. I’m much better at it now and can do it myself most days but sometimes I still feel a crippling sense of anxiety when I’m participating. Everyone here is really nice so it’s a lot easier to deal with than in person situations in my opinion. I have always felt super welcome and I try to make sure the space I engage with is positive. I just have really bad social anxiety but I’m working on it I promise.

🍭why did you start writing?

Originally I started writing… 13 years ago? I had so many words in me and I didn’t know how to get them out. Writing became a great way for me to express my emotions and thoughts and it was easier than talking.

I started writing and posting fanfiction because of the same reasons. I have a lot of words and a lot of ideas in me and I don’t always know what to do with them. When writing Echo in particular I get a sense of catharsis from giving him support and unconditional love. Overall writing itself is a coping mechanism but it is also so. much. fun. And super relaxing. I love putting these characters into situations. I love it so much.

💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

You have no idea how excited I am to talk about this. So, I’m writing a sequel to “You’re Calling Me Home” and I described it the other day as a more mature older sibling to the first one. It’s darker. The pain hurts a lot more. There’s conflict that is certainly not easy to overcome. But it still will have those bright moments in the midst of a darker time that I tried to include in the first one. It answers a lot of the questions I left unanswered in the first one. But one of my favorite things about it is that although there is a lot of hardship, a lot of angst, and it has fairly sorrowful moments it still surrounds a very positive idea. That caring is not a weakness but their greatest strength. And it is that care and love for one another that makes the sorrow worth it and means they’ll come out of this not only surviving but stronger. It is exciting for me in a lot of ways, one of them being that I’ve fully plotted it out (first time ever woo woo), but also that I really like the concept. And who doesn’t want to experience a world of hurt before a boatload of comfort 😅 I’m practically buzzing about it and am planning on Chapter 1 to be posted on May 4th (because I’m a nerd and can’t resist) so that I can finish the backlog of fics I’ve been avoiding finishing lol

🌈is there a fic that you worked *really fucking hard on* that no one would ever know? maybe a scene/theme you struggled with?

Liability is a fic I really really love but I struggled writing. I wasn’t super familiar with writing Tech and I spent AGES rewatching episodes to try and capture his character and I wrote and rewrote and rewrote AGAIN for ages. Absolute ages. Do I still feel like it needs work? Yes. But I worked SO HARD on it and I am still kind of proud of it. I’m glad I still decided to post it I almost didn’t.

💘Is there any posted fic you want to rework/re-edit/re-write?

YES ABSOLUTELY YES.

In Their Own Ways is one I would choose to rewrite in a heartbeat. I love the concept, I really do, but it lacks a lot of what I look for now when I am writing. It was still really early on in my posting days and I was still terrified of how people would react to my writing so I played it safe for the most part. I’d love to rewrite it one day and really amp up the themes, especially since I’ve gotten more comfortable with writing since then. I think we all grow as we keep writing and working at it and I’d like to revisit it at some point.

Also A Matter of Trust like I mentioned in another answer 😊

#thanks for asking! #I hope the one post is easier so I didn’t have to split it up :) #ask game response

[eulbkrad]

Another year. Another year avoiding FB. It feels like hiding 😶‍🌫️ It maybe 🤔 un-admitted shame of not doing enough but just venting.

If you are reading this, I choose to share with you.

But I didn’t. I choose to share with void. With someone who just simply stumbles accidentally because of tags 🏷️, or g-d knows what else .

Today I no longer can separate acceptance from giving up. But I don’t want to leave room for any misinterpretations on what “giving up” means here. It is damn hard to explain it on paper with clarity when you’re out of practice. And yes - I don’t want silent 🤫 judgement or words of encouragement. So I’m back here, in my safe place, on tumblr.

I always hold high hopes that for M to succeed just enough awareness and acceptance needs to be in place with a slight addition of support; far from what he is getting at school. That I can’t give up.

Self-talk anywhere and everywhere for no reason and to self-soothe

No attempts to make friends or to keep the ones who reach out

* Recording subway 🚇 tunnels

* Watching 2hr long videos of subway tunnels

* K-5 level cartoons

* RTVi along but resistance to learn Russian

* Talking pretend Russian to people who don’t speak 🗣️ a word of the language

* Visits to Times sq to record trailers available on YouTube for months

I used to try to redirect or mask 😷 (big negative word in ASD community that seems to me extremely self-indulgent, coming from people who don’t deal with complexities of being adult on a lower end of the spectrum). I tried to tap into whatever inappropriate and give it a spin that would bring it closer into fitting into what in foreseeable future will be societal norms.

I accepted defeat and just let it be. Sometimes it backfires badly in public and otherwise; most of the times it’s ignored if noticed. Of course, I can’t ignore it. Sheer for the fact for needing to be alert 🚨 enough to step in when it hints danger ⚠️ levels or awkwardness overload. Like with the rest of this quirky and unpredictable life, the unpleasant reality became mundane and normal. Well… MY normal. I can’t ask anyone to subscribe to it because once in blue moon 🌖, I get a day of respite into the actual normalcy and it still hurts to return into the ASD routine. Not like a bleeding 🩸 hurt more like a paper 📄 scratch that takes annoyingly few days to heal.

I almost gave up on

* not having a conversation that hasn’t been played out gazillion times already

* having hard time between picking favorite, even when it is obvious (like picking cake 🍰 over sandwich 🥪)

* Mistaken pronouns (I am not MY mom but YOURS) and preposition (the cup NOT at the table; it is ON the table)

* And general silliness of your sentence structure and thought 💭 expression

* …

I started this post yesterday after a long day of brewing thoughts 💭 of what and where to write ✍️. It’s 5:30 am and M already woken up ⬆️ like he always does regardless whether it’s a school day or a weekend. I should’ve done soooo many things yesterday but I chose to write until I crashed into sleep 😴

it’s April 2. I write every year on Apr 2. It is silly as I don’t quite believe in traditions. But in a similar vein as I can’t forgo Christmas tree🎄for New Year, I can’t skip ⏭️ and not post today. On the eve of Apr 2 I’m reflecting more than any other day. Again I’m reflecting on acceptance: personal and general. Nobody forces me to write. And yet I hold some slight hope that this is something that someone needs / needed to read. Exactly as I wrote TODAY (which for all I know might not be even the day or month or year). I read so many encouraging posts and they helped. I read so many despot cries and they help. This one is neither. But, if you read thru the end and now feel a feather 🪶-bit lighter, I’m glad for both of us. Hugs 🫂

P.S. dedicated to the lack of regular emojis bank 🏦 -lol… I used to ace social stories with pictures. I thought 💭 that in 14 years the options for OOTB emojis would expand a lot, given the number of spectrum folks and their supporters in the industry. Oh well… here is to another ten 🔟 years 🥂

🔵🟦 🌀 🗣️ 🖌️ for Ⓜ️ 🩵🌐💙

(In all seriousness, social stories what helped a lot us with transition and training for public events. Do that. It’ll be the easiest thing today you’ve done ✅ to help yourself and your kid. )

#myasdmymmg #asd #asd mom #asd parent #asd dad #autism acceptance #autismawareness #autism #april #autism awareness #life

[welcometothemusicandthemisery]

Yeah I’m really happy I’m getting assessed for bpd and gonna get the help I need but also I miss when I suspected I had it but it wasn’t getting looked into because now my mum is using it against me and acting like it affects her more than it affects me

#don’t get me started on how she constantly villainises me for mental illness symtoms #and then goes and constantly makes excuses for my brother when he shows mental health symptoms #I just wish she would support both of us especially since I’m in an extreme low atm #I think she loves him more than me #because I’m expressing to my whole family how I feel hurt by her and none of them are taking me seriously #and I have nobody irl to go too I have friends but online but sometimes I just want someone to go to who will hug me and comfort me #I am so close to attempting suicide again but my blades were taken away and tablets are locked now and I’m a prisoner in my own home #I think I’ve got a whole trauma response to tablets now because my throat closes when I try to take any and if I’m in pain I’d rather suffer #than take tablets #I have antidepressants which are hard to take and I’ve had metformin for years but I don’t take them anymore because it’s too hard #if anyone had actually read this far into the tags comment an animal emoji lol #I wanna know who actually has to time to read my whole vent in a tag #forget I even had an original post #this is why tumblrs tagging system is superior and we all joke about how shitty tumblr is but it’s the best social media #no expectations you’re anonymous you can be here for literally anything #also I haven’t had a good nights sleep in ages I keep waking up in the middle of the night from visions/dreams I forget and go asleep #the visions are like dreams but don’t feel like dreams but idk how to word it because I forget most of them #but there’s repetition things that keep coming back implying there’s lore #anyway I’m emotional and suffering and need help and love and support #if you’ve ACTUALLY read all the tags comment a food snack for the animal from before

[sukirichi]

— just the two of us

request: I almost read all of your jujutsu kaisen writings and I love it. Your writing is really good! I do not know if a request about a fics🥞 about satoru gojo who is really in love and not very possessive with an oblivious reader. It will be fun to see Satoru try to flirt with her and she doesn't get it🤣

pairings: gojo x oblivious! reader

notes: THIS IDEA IS SO CUTEEE I absolutely loved every second of writing it! thank you for the request and I hope you like this! 🥞 breakfast has been served!

word count: 3.3k

warnings: none, other than this is unedited and written humorously rather than seriously~

masterlist !

Gojo doesn’t know whether he’s lucky – or completely cursed – over the fact you’ve got no idea he’s so in love with you.

It’s a bright sunny morning, perfect for outdoor training, and he walks with you all the way to school with his hands shoved deep in his pockets. You stretch your arms out in the sky to bask in the morning glow and warmth of the sun, sleeves pushed up to your forearms to “get that vitamin D.”

Satoru snickers at your statement, because you’d totally be getting a different kind of Vitamin D if only you’d notice him. Sometimes he wonders, if maybe you’d inherited the Six Eyes instead of him, would you finally be able to see him – or would you still remain unaware?

He doesn’t even know where it began. A year ago, Yaga introduced you as the newest staff member. You’d been so fidgety and nervous then, unsure of what to do and worried if maybe the kids wouldn’t love. They did, of course, how could they not. Not only were you extremely fun to be with, you’re also caring, fretting and even crying whenever one of the students got injured over a mission.

Shoko reminds you all the time that this should be normal for you by now, but you always cry every time, sobbing that they’re still only kids and should be out having fun.

Yeah, maybe that’s where it began. Your kindness struck a chord in Satoru’s heart, and before he knew it, he was falling for you. Hard. Next thing you know, he shows up five minutes before you leave for work, mock-saluting you before inviting you to breakfast. He does this every damn day, and you still don’t get a single thing.

“That café was really good,” you muse, fingers stretching outwards and giggling as the sun peeks through the spaces. Satoru sighs beside you, wanting nothing more than to slip his fingers through those softer ones. “We should go back there sometime. Maybe even take the kids with us this weekend so we can all have breakfast together!”

Satoru masks a snicker with a cough. It reminds him of the time Megumi called you mom and dad by accident, to which you happily responded with before tackling the boy in hugs, while the strongest jujutsu sorcerer only flushed in embarrassment.

Him being him though, Satoru played it off cool, flipping his hair before striking a pose. “Huh, a dad?” he smirks, “The only person who gets to call me daddy would be no one else but Y/N.”

The raven haired first year student immediately recoils in disgust. Meanwhile, the innuendo flies straight through you, and you peer up at him innocently with your head tilted to the side. “Daddy? Why would I call you my dad? My father is still alive and well, and I don’t see you marrying my mom or anything,” Just as Megumi nearly howls in laughter – another evidence that you’re really something else to get the usually stoic boy to lose his composure like that – you snap your fingers, the light bulb above your head practically shining. “Oh, I get it! You prefer younger women and you want them to call you that! Kind of like the hype for onii-chan nowadays.”

Hopeless, Satoru wants to say, you’re absolutely, utterly hopeless.

“Hmm, I don’t know,” Satoru shrugs nonchalantly, sending a smirk your way. It usually drives everyone crazy, but you only smile back up at him in the same way you smile with everyone, and he tries his best to not show his shoulders are deflating. Nevertheless, he doesn’t give up. “How about you and I go out somewhere this weekend? The movies, perhaps?”

Say yes, say yes – please say yes.

Really though, he’s waiting for that ‘no’ already. Satoru knows you always go out of town during the weekends to visit your family in the countryside, only coming back on Monday the next week with a basket of fruits and traditional goods that isn’t so easy to find in the city.

But then you clasp your hands together in excitement, lashes fluttering delicately as you beam up at him. “Really? You’d like to go to the movies with me?”

“Of course I would,” Satoru tries not to stutter, hiding the fact that he’s completely taken aback. He’s the Gojo Satoru for heaven’s sake, he shouldn’t be this affected by anyone’s presence. “What makes you think I wouldn’t want to?”

“Oh, nothing, I just thought you were busy. This Saturday, then?”

Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap, it’s actually happening – his mind was barely functioning at this point, and he even slapped his cheeks to snap him back to life. “I thought there was a fly,” he lied with a chuckle, “But yeah, Saturday. I’ll pick you up?”

“Yeah, sure!”

Satoru wouldn’t stop smiling the whole way to the school. Even when Yuuji had face planted into the ground and Megumi sprained his ankle from training, he wasn’t able to get rid of the ridiculously big smile that stretched across his lips. He’s floating in cloud nine, flowers erupting from his ears and heart-shaped emojis bursting in his background.

“Well, you look creepy,” Shoko commented in the faculty room the moment you excused yourself, “Did you land a date with her or something?”

“That I did,” he stated proudly, even banging his fist on his chest like a deranged form of King Kong.

“I can only hope Y/N makes it out alive,” Nanami announces from behind the newspaper he’s reading, legs crossed over another before he peeks above the paper, narrowed eyes dead set on the blindfolded man. “Don’t be too wild with her, Satoru. She’s a gentle soul despite being a sorcerer – I humbly suggest you don’t mess with her feelings.”

“Are you kidding me? She’s the one messing with my feelings by being so fucking cute all the time!”

“Who’s cute?”

Shoko nearly spits out her coffee the moment you enter, glancing around the room and sitting down next to a shock-still Satoru. Nanami only huffs in his seat with a shake of his head. It doesn’t take long before Satoru regains his confidence and recovers from his shock – he’s turned to you with his torso completely facing your way.

You bask in the attention, mimicking the gesture until your faces are mere inches from one another. The fact you’re so responsive and attentive to him yet still painfully naïve strikes a mental war of himself debating whether he wants to kiss you or knock your head upside down. Satoru chooses neither options as he leans closer, his smile growing wider when you don’t pull away, and he doesn’t stop moving until his lips are right beside the shell of your ear.

“You’re cute.”

Shoko shudders at the same time Nanami just gives up on everything, folding his paper and lying that he’s got someplace to go with Ichiji. Satoru patiently waits for your reaction; for you to crumble this time around.

You’re silent for a moment, brows almost right across each other when you register his words. Satoru ends up holding his breath for your next words, wondering: is this it? will she finally understand what I feel for her now?

Even Shoko ends up sitting at the edge of her seat, silently watching the exchange with interest barely hidden in her sparkling eyes. Satoru watches as your lips open, his eyes transfixed on the way the soft flesh moves. They tilt upwards, revealing a set of a wide smile – the smile he can never get enough of. “Thank you!” you giggle at his compliment, “You and Shoko are very cute too! And the kids too, especially Toge! Not that I’m saying he’s my favourite—”

“He’s definitely your favourite student,” snorts Shoko who is ignoring the way Satoru turns completely gray beside you.

It turns out you still haven’t figured it out after all.

“The kids this – the kids that,” the tall, lanky man whines, his head falling back on the back of the leather couch. He looks so utterly defeated you can’t help but lean over him to check if he’s okay, but Satoru pouts and hides his face under his uniform instead. “Why can it never be just the two of us?”

“Sorry, what did you say?”

This time, you’ve kneeled on the couch to hover him. You even pluck one side of his blindfold off to see how he’s doing, and suddenly thankful you can’t see the way his cheeks are absolutely flaming right now. 

“Nothing,” he assures, his smile hidden behind his shirt. You look absolutely adorable hovering over him like that – eyes wide and lips pouty – what he wouldn’t give to kiss those lips right now, but it isn’t the right time, and Satoru just needs to find a better way to tell you how he feels. “It’s nothing.”

It’s absolutely not nothing.

Saturday couldn’t come faster.

Satoru finds himself willing time to go faster. Once the awaited day finally comes, he wastes no time in choosing his best outfit; an oversized black shirt tucked into black skinny jeans before styling his hair up the way he likes.

He winks at his reflection in the mirror, going ooh and aah at how hot he looks. It’s another reason why he can’t comprehend why you don’t like him yet, when, uhm, he knows he looks damn good? He’s pretty funny too – and his strength and power is already a no-brainer. Satoru can’t wrap his head around any possible reason why you wouldn’t like him; it’s basically a life or death mission at this point.

With that end goal in his mind and a spritz of perfume later, Satoru sashays out his apartment. Even though it’s already dark outside and he spent the whole day walking back and forth in his room trying to come up with ways to confess to you, he acts coolly all the way to your apartment.

This time around, he’s more than confident. He’s going to have you wrapped around his pretty little finger, “Wow,” is the first thing he says, pulling his blindfold down just to look at you.

Satoru feels blessed in that exact moment to witness how the heavens took their time with you, creating only the best out of the best and birthing the most magnificent person ever. Suddenly, he grows an urge to run to the countryside and thank your parents for going funky one night and creating you, because you’re an absolutely magnificent gift and it really baffles him how you’re real.

“Wow,” he repeats again, and you chuckle when he shakes his head. “You look beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.”

“Thank you,” you look him up and down, smiling in satisfaction. “You look very handsome yourself.”

Satoru’s been called handsome a million times before that it’s gotten too much in his head already, but hearing it come from your lips hits different. If he was excited before, it’s nothing compared to what he feels now when you loop your arm through his, dangling off his arm like you were a lover.

He knows it’s not real and this is probably just a friendly date for you – something he intends to clear up later – but it doesn’t stop him from puffing his chest up a bit, almost as if bragging to everyone around you that he was the one you’re with, and that he was the one you’re going to the movies with.

All your babbles about everything goes straight into one ear and out the other. He wants to listen to you, he really does, but he’s so intoxicated with your voice that he just ends up nodding at everything you say; his attention mostly on how sweet you sound and smell.

His feelings only intensify a hundred times more when you finally make it to the theatre. Not only is it dark, but you’re sitting right next to him, arms and thighs brushing against each other. He takes note of every little movement you make, smiling to himself when you don’t pull away from his thigh flush against yours.

In this close proximity, your perfume overwhelms his senses. He finds himself leaning closer just to get a little more taste of it, his arm resting on the armrest beside him and placing his cheek on his open palm.

He doesn’t even know what the movie is about. All he can see, hear, feel and recognize is you – nothing and no one but you. Just as he wanted, it’s just the two of you.

Satoru reaches out to the bowl of popcorn in his lap to distract himself from the need of kissing you already. He was so smug that he’s on this date with you; now he feels like the world is laughing and mocking at him because you’re so close yet so far away. The last thing he wants is to say something weird and have you running for the hills. It’s clear you don’t like him, after all.

You end up reaching for it the same time he does, making your fingers brush. It sends a jolt of electricity down his spine and he immediately retracts it.

Looking up at him with an apologetic smile, Satoru knows he’s messed up. “I’m sorry,” you blurt out, raising your hands in surrender with a nervous chuckle. “I should’ve gotten my own bowl instead.”

Satoru stares at you through his blindfold. You’re close enough that he can count your lashes – both top and bottom row – and he’s so stupefied at this point that he just says the first thing that comes to his mind; absolutely anything just to get your attention. “Cold,” he shows you his hand, “I’m cold.”

“Oh,” you nod and slip your fingers through his. Satoru nearly gasps at how electrifying the sensation is from having your smaller, softer fingers collide with his, your hands fitting perfectly in his bigger, calloused ones. Then, you close your intertwined hands and smush your cheek with it to transfer your heat – completely unaware that Satoru feels like he’s floating in his own Infinite Void right now. “Feel warmer now?”

“Yes,” he replies. “Extremely.”

Something beast-like wakes within him after that. Now that he knows you don’t mind touching him at all, Satoru can’t help but want to take out all his playing cards and just go fuck it. So he does – and he might regret, he might not – who cares? It’s just the two of you, and you’re the only one he ever cares about this much that he’d pretty much let you do anything at this point.

“You know,” Satoru begins, shifting until your joined hands are resting on top of his chest. His heart is just about ready to burst through its confines at this moment, but he holds back. It’s now or never. “Shoko and Nanami are annoyed that I talk about you all the time.”

Your eyes widen at his statement. “Really? Do you talk badly about me or something?”

“No,” he nearly groans in frustration, “You’re really pretty and cool. You’re amazing during missions, too, when you fight, it’s like I’m witnessing a warrior princess. So cool.”

This makes you laugh until the person sitting behind you rudely shushes you. You bow your head in apology, turning to Satoru with a softer smile this time; one that looks reserved and private compared to your big grins. “Oh, no,” he closes his eyes even behind his blindfold, “Don’t smile at me like that. I don’t think I’ll still be cool if I end up stuttering over my words.”

“Satoru!” you whisper-hiss, although your chest is filled with so much giddiness too that you’ve both forgotten about the movie; unaware that the entire theatre was crying over the main character’s friend’s death. “What are you going on about?”

He wants to laugh so damn hard. He thought confessing his feelings for you would end up in a pitiful heartbreak that you’d be weirded out and push him away. For a moment, he forgets it’s you, and that nothing is ever difficult or painful with you – other than, of course, you being oblivious, but that isn’t something he can’t fix. He’ll get you on the train one way or another.

“I have a confession.”

“Yeah?”

“I was practicing how to ask you out for a whole hour in the mirror,” Satoru whispers, careful to not ruin the melancholic mood of theatre. It doesn’t even surprise him that his world is filled with nothing but sunshine even if the world around you has descended into grief and loneliness. “I also called Nanami on first date tips.”

“Nanami?” you echo with a gasp, “Why Nanami?”

“Because he’s married, that’s why. Mans know some tips for sure.”

“Wait, so,” you chuckle nervously, and Satoru waits, waits for you to pull away or push him back – anything that would indicate discomfort. He’s patient the whole time, watching carefully as you only squeeze his hand and gesture to the both of you with your free one. “This is a date? Our first date?”

“Only if you want to be,” Satoru shrugs, grimacing afterwards at how sappy he sounds. “Well, I actually consider this our first date and I’ve been waiting for this for like forever now, so I sure as hell hope you want this too. I didn’t dress myself up today only to come back home crying.”

Satoru’s heart – if possible – only beats crazier and sings the syllables of your name when you start laughing harder to the point you have to muffle it by burying yourself in his bicep. He feels like his muscles and nerves could erupt at any moment. It’s crazy – absolutely insane – how you have him wrapped around your finger like this. He doesn’t complain though; he never will.

“I’m glad,” you mumble through his shirt, your erratic heartbeat matching kiss when you take the first tentative step of kissing his jaw.

Satoru stiffens underneath you, a low growl ripping from his throat. He’s feral, wild, drunk at the sight and scent of you. You make him feel like he’s fluctuating between dimensions, all the planets just crashing on one another until the stardust is left in your eyes because what else could be an explanation for what he’s feeling other than a supernova collision of hearts?

“You always make me feel so happy when you’re around that I still can’t believe you feel the same way. I was so worried that maybe you wouldn’t get my hints.”

Satoru groans, “What the hell? How long have you liked me?”

“I guess when you started bringing flowers to Megumi randomly just to piss him off.”

Satoru wants to rip his hair out. That was just a few weeks after you’ve started working with him, meaning you both have liked each other this whole time and he’s been suffering and feeling stupid just for nothing?

“God, Y/N,” he mutters to himself, “You really do know how to make a man go crazy, huh?”

That innocent smile on your face lets him know that as usual, you’re oblivious of everything. Satoru is right; he still can’t decide whether he wants to whack you in the head upside down. With a sigh, he ends up choosing the latter, nearly falling over his seat when you let out a surprised yelp at the feeling of his lips on yours.

It doesn’t take long before you grab onto his shirt and cling to dear life, laughter bubbling through your lips as you kiss. The sound is so precious he wants to bottle it up and keep it treasure for the rest of his life, but Satoru doesn’t rush anything.

With you and only with you is he ever capable of feeling like it’s just the two of you in a world filled with chaos and destruction.

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[arcanadreams]

That time you and your demon boyfriend went viral

hi yes hello obey me fandom!! my name is Gabbi and i have never played a single second of the actual game but i have read enough fanon content for the past year to have this idea swimming around in my head and now i am finally letting this accursed thing out of my brain and putting it in yours

also i’m only doing the brothers because any more than that and i’d have an aneurysm probably. oh and shoutout to @obeythebutler and @beels-burger-babe for inspiring me with their works to feel brave enough to write for this fandom

Lucifer:

You and Lucifer go viral on Asmo’s Devilgram story!

You’re in the kitchen helping Asmo with dinner duty and singing along to one of your playlists of human realm music that you like to show him.

Asmo starts filming your cute little dance while you stir the pot on the stove because you are just adorable!

About ten seconds into him filming, Lucifer appears in the doorway with quite the stern look on his face. You know, the one that comes right before a “MAMMOOOOOON” and strikes fear into the heart of all those with functioning eardrums. That one.

He opens his mouth, presumably to tell y’all to shut the fuck up, but then there’s a lull in the music and the eldest can hear your voice ever so slightly above the song’s vocalist and he freezes.

Man stops in his tracks like someone just smacked him in the face with a midair volleyball.

Asmo can be heard stifling a laugh behind his phone.

Lucifer’s face gets so soft and he almost, almost, loosens his metal-rod-through-the-ass posture before you notice him and give a little wave and ask if you and Asmo were being too loud like the considerate darling you are.

Lucifer clears and his throat and says something like, “No, you aren’t. I was just coming to check on how dinner is coming along,” and leaves, after which Asmo immediately presses the post button.

Screenshots of Lucifer’s heart eyes for you go absolutely viral because every demon on Devilgram goes absolutely feral for seeing the eldest demon brother lose his dignified composure. It becomes a meme template. “Get you someone who looks at you like Lucifer looks at MC” and “me at the delivery demon when he shows up with my spicy bat wings” posts become commonplace. (Asmo thinks the memes are totally worth getting strung up with Mammon for laughing at them.)

Mammon:

Much like Lucifer, you and Mammon end up going viral off Asmo’s Devilgram. (Noticing a pattern here?) 

He pulls a silly prank on your asses and honestly I don’t know how you fell for it. But hey, they say “idiots in love” for a reason, so...

You and Asmo are sitting in the common room of the House of Lamentation just chillin. Well, he’s chillin, you’re on the floor studying for an upcoming exam.

The video starts in the middle of a conversation you and the avatar of lust were having.

“No, Asmo,” you say. “Mammon and I don’t use pet names for each other.” Now that’s just a darn lie, and every demon and crow within ten miles of Mammon and you together knows it.

“Really? I find that very hard to believe, MC.~” 

You sigh in response to Asmo’s teasing. “Okay, he has a lot for me but I’m just not much of a pet name person, y’know?” The rest of the exchange goes like this:

“Oh, I totally get it.” *pause* “Hey MC, what do human world bees make again?”

“Honey.”

Cue a sheepish Mammon sticking his head in the doorway at the bluntness of your tone when you answered Asmo.

“Yeah, babe?” he looks like a puppy left on the side of a highway oh my god hUG HIM-

Asmo turns the camera back to his smug ass face and in the background you can be heard tripping on the damn carpet trying to get up and hug your mans. (”MAMMON GET OVER HERE SO I CAN HUG YOU” “W-WHAT? I THOUGHT YA WERE MAD AT ME?!?!?!?!”)

Leviathan:

Streamer Levi? Streamer Levi.

You guys go viral the first time you make an appearance on one of Levi’s weekly (insert cool Devildom streaming service name here) streams. 

It’s completely unintentional. You had been asking him for weeks to play with him on there, but he’s the avatar of envy after all. He doesn’t like sharing his partner, even if it’s with random strangers who have no real access to you.

However, he has his stream on a Thursday instead of a Friday one week, and you come into his room carrying dinner because 1) You didn’t realize he was streaming and 2) No matter what he was doing, the boy needed to eat. It wasn’t unusual for you to bring him dinner, so you had no idea why he was blushing and stammering even more than usual this time in particular. Boy was speaking in beached whale trying to tell you what was wrong.

Then you notice his screen. Oh! “Hi chat!” You wave, setting Levi’s food down on his desk in front of his keyboard. “M-MC!” He full-on whines, slamming a hand over his mouth afterwards when he remembers his viewers could hear that.

Honestly, they’d meme the fuck out of him if it weren’t for the fact that they are FINALLY SEEING HIS HENRY!!! THE MYSTERIOUS MC!!!

Chat is bombarding you with questions while you make Levi eat dinner. And by make him eat dinner, I mean literally feeding this man forkfuls/spoonfuls while he games because you love how flustered he gets when you do that. 

Does it impact his score? Absolutely. Does he care? Not really when you’re pampering him like that.

You start answering chat’s questions about you while he’s chewing so he can’t tell you to stop LMAO-

You’re a natural on stream. The VOD becomes the most popular on Levi’s account in a matter of hours and soon cute highlights compilations of you and him on that stream start making the rounds on Devildom Twitter.

Satan:

There was buildup to Satan going viral, similar to Levi in a way. 

Satan does have a Devilgram, but it’s basically a white woman’s Instagram with added book reviews for variety. Unless you’re a reader his account is pretty boring: candles, books, fireplaces, and cats.

However, after you two started reading together fairly often he began posting pictures of your legs draped over his while you sat together. They’d always be captioned with vague ass pretentious literary criticism. 

This goes on for months, and he gains a lot of (horny) followers after the leg pics start up. He doesn’t really get why but you both joke that it’s because you have some damn nice legs and I mean neither of you are complaining about the new following.

You two go viral when he finally shows your face, entirely by accident.

The post is a video, which is already strange for him and grabs attention. In it, you’re scoffing and reading an excerpt of a book, mocking its understanding of female anatomy.

“I’m quoting here, Satan: ‘her breasts bouncing around like giant pacmen.’ I’M SORRY?? THAT ISN’T HOW BOOBS WORK SIR. WHY ARE MEN ALLOWED TO WRITE?” 

(fun fact that is a very real quote from a very real book I really read last month pls save me)

Originally the camera is focused on your body, with your head out of frame to protect your privacy, but your righteous anger made Satan laugh. Like, a real laugh. The one that makes you and everyone in earshot wonder if he truly was never an angel cause he sure as hell laughs like one but anyway-

When he threw his head back, his DDD angled up just a tad without him noticing, and your face was in view for like .2 seconds. Screenshots of it are making the rounds on Devilgram almost immediately: FINALLY THE LEGS’ OWNER HAS BEEN FOUND.

Satan apologizes profusely but you honestly find it funny and you two opt to just start taking selfies while reading with both of your faces in them from now on. 

Asmodeus:

I’m gonna be real with you: you and Asmo go viral all the time. Pretty much everything Asmo posts can be considered viral because of his social media following and his status as one of the seven avatars of sin.

However, there are some fairly cute highlights to be pointed out among the times you were both featured in a post that blew up.

Your favorite is probably that time Asmo livestreamed on of you guys’ ‘Nail Nites,’ as you call them.

You’re both on the floor, doing your nails and kicking your feet back and forth while talking to chat. A lot of the questions are about your relationship, and there’s a lot of flirting back and forth between the two of you.

A particular clip of the stream does blow the fuck up on Devilgram, though, when someone screen records it and posts it with a bunch of heart emojis edited over it.

“’What colors do you think best describe each other?’ Ooo, that’s a good one, chat!” Asmo claps his hands together excitedly, making sure to be  careful of his nails.

Pretty much everyone expected you to say pink, but you surprised both your boyfriend and your viewers when, after a pensive few moments, you replied with “Hmm...probably yellow or orange.”

“Can I ask why, darling?” Asmo tilts his head in confusion. I mean, yeah, those colors look good on him, but he doesn’t wear them often so he’s wondering about your thought process. 

“Well, in the human world those colors often represent happiness, optimism, and positivity. You’re always the cheerful presence I need in my life when things get hard, so you have the vibe of those colors.”

Asmo proceeds to burst into tears and hug you, messing up both of your nails and prolonging the stream since you both have to start over. But neither of you particularly care. 

Fun fact: Asmo has the clip that demon made of that portion of the stream saved on his DDD and watches it whenever he feels sad.

Beelzebub:

Beel and you probably go the most viral out of everybody. Like this moment is an entire phenomenon across the Devildom internet. 

It’s a video, or well, multiple videos, taken at the end of a Fangol game that Beel’s team had just won. Everyone is cheering and going crazy, yourself included, and you just really wanted to congratulate your boyfriend.

So, like the rational person you are, you elect to climb up onto the railing of the bleachers and wave to get his attention. 

You were absolutely fine up there, and sat all comfortably motioning Beel over to you. He notices, of course, and jogs over, standing right beneath you and looking up. (Back where you were sitting, Mammon is screeching like a hyena in heat and Belphie, who is laying down, has one eye open to glare at him. The youngest knows Beel would never let you hurt yourself; you’re fine.)

A bunch of assorted demons at the game has started filming while you were sat atop the railing since you were rather noticeable. Therefore, there’s a shit ton of different angles of the adorable events that follow:

You slide off the railing, landing right in Beel’s waiting arms bridal style. You’ve got this brilliant smile on your face as you pull his helmet off. None of the DDDs filming can hear it over the crowd noise, but Beel asks you why you just went through all that trouble and you tell him it’s because you wanted to tell him how proud you are.

Soft boy’s chest puffs up and he smiles this big cheesy smile at you reach up to run a hand through his hair. You feel him practically purr at the contact, and with a laugh you pull him in and plant a big ole smooch on him.

The crowd, at least those of them that can see, scream. Everyone is running high on adrenaline and happy emotions; something that cute causes a ruckus!! When you pull away Beel proceeds to put you on his shoulders and you celebrate with him and the rest of his team.

The videos of you two being adorable go completely viral and there are some threads dedicated to stockpiling every single angle taken of the event. Beel is completely oblivious to the attention but you have a lot of them saved on your DDD.

Belphegor:

If you think Belphegor has any sort of social media presence whatsoever then you are sorely mistaken. (Well okay he actually does run some anonymous troll accounts to meme on Lucifer’s posts but that’s neither here nor there-)

Therefore, naturally, you two go viral off of Asmo’s Devilgram. 

Okay so someone in the obey me tag the other say headcanoned that Belphie will go out of his way to nap in ridiculous places and my brain really took that and RAN WITH IT.

So what happens is that Belphie will fall asleep in the fucking weirdest places. I’m talking on top of the fridge, underneath the dinner table, on top of bookshelves...you name it, he has slept there, no matter the effort it takes to get there in the first place. 

And, ever since you two started dating, you would join him. Sometimes it involved putting yourself at risk of great bodily harm, but the little smile he gave when you he saw you fucking scaling the countertop to reach him made it worth it.

So anyway, since Beel adores the both of you to no end, he takes pictures whenever he sees you two napping together, whether or not it is in a crazy place. He sends these to the family group chat because he thinks they’re adorable.

Over a span of weeks to months, Asmo has built up a stock of images of you and Belphie cuddles up in seemingly impossible places. Once he has about ten or so, he posts a compilation of them to his Devilgram with some cheesy ass caption like “The things we do for love <3″.

They become a meme SO QUICKLY. Like UNBELIEVABLY quickly. 

The picture of you and Belphie sleeping on top of a bookshelf, in particular, is a big hit. Memes abound.

“If my girl doesn’t climb up a bookshelf to cuddle my ass, she don’t love me.” “Get yourself a partner who scales bookshelves just to be with your ass.” Etc etc...Belphie doesn’t give a shit but you laugh at a lot of them so he sees that as a good outcome.

#IM SO HAPPY TO HAVE FINALLY WRITTEN THIS #obey me #my writing #obey me headcanons #obey me x reader #lucifer #mammon #leviathan #satan #asmodeus #beelzebub #belphegor #posts

[gingersnaaps]

too much of a good thing

he's so sweet, so kind, so dumb - is bokuto really capable of anything besides the best intentions?

wc: ~2.7k

tags/tw's(PLEASE READ): explicit n*fw, dubcon sex to noncon creampie, manipulation, lovebombing and then neglect, overstimulation, cunnilingus, fingering, penetration, a lil angst, timeskip!bokuto, fem!reader with inner genitals

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Being subtle was never really Bokuto’s thing, not even in the beginning.

In some ways, you suppose that you’re lucky - that you’re better off than your friends who you would always hear complaining, muttering about boys who didn't like to commit, didn’t like labels, who didn’t like texting first or buying gifts or putting in any effort at all.

Barely a week into your relationship, you come home from work with your head dizzy and feet aching from exhaustion, and discover a dozen bouquets of roses on your doorstep. Crimson petals are littered everywhere, strewn against the grey concrete of the steps, and although you feel your neck and face heating up with embarrassment at the grand gesture, you can’t suppress the smile that tugs at the corner of your lips.

He really was so sweet. Who cares if he wasn’t exactly shy about expressing it?

None of the other guys you’ve dated before had sent you good morning texts quite like his, filled with exclamation points and emojis, and none of them had tried nearly as hard as Bokuto does with his breathy, eager i love you’s, his frequent hugs whenever he gets the chance to see you, or even his phone calls that come twice, three times, even four times in the middle of the day.

But the more days that pass by, the more intense it gets.

He picks you up after work all the time, cupping your face in his hands, eyes gleaming almost unnaturally bright. “I love you,” he’ll whisper. “You’re so wonderful, baby. You’re perfect. I wanna spend the rest of my life with you.”

You can’t help but think that these are the sort of words that come months into a relationship, if not years, but… there’s nothing really wrong with what he’s doing, is there? There’s no reason you should be uneasy, no indication of even the slightest hint of trouble on his part.

You’re probably just paranoid.

Bokuto doesn’t stop at words, though - he earns a good sum of money from his job playing professional volleyball, and he’s never hesitant to use it on you. A week after he leaves you the roses, he asks you out on a date to a restaurant you know is ridiculously expensive, and the uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach grows as you scroll through pictures of the establishment on Google Images.

“I don’t think I can afford it, Bo,” you tell him, voice hesitant and crackly over the phone. “If we go, I won’t be able to pay my share.”

“So?”

It’s just a word, but the implication isn’t lost on you. And if he’s fine with paying for you, if he’s okay with the hundreds of dollars you’ll be owing him, well - there’s no good reason to turn him down, right?

During the date, you talk with him as you spoon bites of delicate food into your mouth. The restaurant is too lavish, the plush velvet carpeting and crystal chandeliers almost a parody of luxury. You’re pretty sure the utensils are half the price of your rent.

He leans over in the middle of the meal, expression suddenly serious. “You’re enjoying this, right?” he asks.

“I am. I’m kinda lucky, aren’t I? Being spoiled like this.”

“Yeah,” he replies, his grin so bright it could rival the sun. “You really are.”

And suddenly - just for a moment - you catch a glimpse of something slightly off about his whole expression, as if it was a mask waiting to be ripped off to reveal something much, much different underneath, but the fleeting moment is gone so quickly you convince yourself that it’s just your eyes playing tricks on you.

Bokuto has been nothing if not perfect, after all. If you’re uneasy, it’s probably just because you aren’t used to being treated like this, aren’t used to someone that lavishes you with constant gifts and praise and displays of affection like he does. On the way back in the taxi, he whispers everything he loves about you softly in your ear, his arm snaking around your waist as his thumb rubs tender circles into your skin. His body is pressed so close to yours, his breath gently tickling your ear, warmth radiating out from his firm, muscled body.

He’s so good to you.

-

It doesn’t last forever.

Bokuto’s affection dries up slowly, but his presence has been such a constant in your life that it’s impossible for you not to notice.

Some mornings, you find yourself waking up to a hollow feeling in your chest as you check your message notifications and find nothing - no late night rants, no funny pictures, no enthusiastic, joyful good morning texts. During the day, the silence now stretches on for hours too long, uncomfortably empty and devoid of the persistent calls that you used to get every single hour.

When he does see you, he’s remarkably reserved - eyes always downcast, fingers fidgeting incessantly, clearly disinterested in what you’re doing, what you’re saying - in fact, disinterested in all of you.

Maybe he’s just busy with volleyball, you rationalize, but your stomach churns with anxiety and deep down, you know that something’s changed.

You try and ignore the dull ache inside of you that seems to follow you around wherever you go, a little voice inside your head constantly reminding you of what Bokuto used to do. Two months ago, he would’ve picked you up. He would’ve sent you flowers today. He would’ve taken you out to eat.

It builds up slowly and steadily, a crescendo of pain that grows in volume the longer he’s gone, like a tidal wave of confusion and hurt that swirls around inside you - until one day, you’re sitting by yourself in the car, sobbing quietly in the cramped darkness.

At least he doesn’t turn you away when you show up on his doorstep.

Your eyes are rimmed with red, streaks of eye makeup running down your face as a frown twists at his features. “Please, Bo,” you whisper. “Let me make it up to you.”

And you’re not exactly sure what you did, but you want to fix it, want him back in your life, want to wake up to his smiles and his laughter and his incessant, boundless energy, and you know you’re willing to do anything to get that back.

“Really?” he asks, eyes glimmering faintly with hope.

You nod almost imperceptibly, about to reply yes, yes, want you back so bad, when he grabs your waist with his hands and pulls you in for a kiss so passionate it borders on harsh. It’s a whirlwind of teeth and tongue, a mix of sucking and licking and biting that leaves you gasping for breath, your red lips swollen and slick with spit.

He pulls you inside, his hands roaming all over your body, groping and squeezing at your supple flesh, goosebumps running down your spine as he brings a hand up to brush against your nipple. For the first time in weeks, you see excitement on his face, and his voice trembles as he leans close in. “Let me take care of you,” he says. “Wanna make you feel good.”

And even though there’s apprehension crawling under your skin at his sudden mood swing, you’re so, so glad this version of Bokuto is back that you brush off that hesitation, the mixture of happiness and anticipation overwhelming every single thought in your mind.

As his fingertips graze the soft skin of your torso, his hands - so much larger than yours - maneuver your body around with such ease and grace that you barely notice when you end up on his couch, legs spread wide open as he looks up from between your thighs hungrily. “I - fuck, I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” he says, out of breath, eyes running over the swollen outline of your cunt.

You whimper softly as his nose brushes up against your clit, his piercing, golden eyes still gazing intently up at you.

He doesn’t waste any of his time teasing you, his flat of his tongue sliding up along your slit with the perfect amount of pressure to leave you squirming. It’s almost as if he knows exactly where to lick and suck, eagerly pressing his tongue up against your clit in insistent circles, lapping at your dripping pussy until your juices are running down his chin. He’s so eager in between your legs, and everytime he finds a spot that makes your legs tremble needily, he gives it so much attention that you already start to feel that wave of pleasure building in your core.

“Don’t stop,” you pant, your hands sliding into his hair as your hips thrust upwards. “Please.”

Bokuto doesn’t need you to tell him that. Shouldn’t have wasted your breath, he thinks idly, diving in and eating you out with renewed vigor.

When his tongue glides around your spasming cunt and dips in briefly, you can’t stop the moan that tumbles from your lips. His tongue is so stupidly long and flexible, sliding inside and licking at your sensitive walls, curling up and brushing against your g-spot until you start to shudder and tremble under him.

You cum embarrassingly quick, your hips jerking and stuttering wildly as he finishes you off. He fucks you through your orgasm, sucking gently at your clit until the border between pain and pleasure starts to blur and you’re moaning so loudly he thinks the neighbors will have complaints for him the next morning.

“Feel good, baby?” he asks, voice sending vibrations through your pussy.

“Yeah,” you mumble.

“How about another?”

Your eyes widen. “W-what?”

“I think you can handle it, right?” a huge grin splits his face as he spreads your pussy apart with two fingers, looking at your swollen, spent cunt. He barely gives your chance to respond before he trails his fingers against your lips, fingers teasing in and out of your slick entrance.

This time, Bokuto uses his hands to stretch you out, inserting his digits one by one until three of his thick, long fingers are nestled inside of your pussy. He thrusts them languidly in and out, his fingertips caressing your nerves until you’re tense and wound up for him again.

“Come on,” he encourages. “You can take it.”

Your brain is hazy from the stimulation, barely registering anything but pleasure as his fingers search and probe like they have some sort of job to do. You feel damp with heat and moisture, the pulsing, burning need in between your legs insistent and demanding.

“Almost there,” he breathes, voice raspy with arousal. A fourth finger brushes up against your lips, and the thought of more stretch, more stimulation, more pleasure, has you clenching desperately against the ones that your cunt is already spread out on.

You sob, your body strung out and wrecked, suspended on the tipping point of another orgasm.

As you cum again, the feeling of relief - white-hot and blinding - rips along your core. You’re not sure you’ve experienced anything quite so intense before, and as you look down at him, hands still manipulating your cunt so expertly, you don’t know if he has the intention of stopping anytime soon.

He stands up and your eyes drift to his cock, flushed purple and almost painfully hard, dripping with precum. His hand strokes along his shaft, soft curses muttered under his breath, but he opens them wide again and looks down at you sadly. “I’m so sorry,” he says, voice pleading. “I don’t have any condoms.”

Bokuto sounds so genuine, his tone kind and filled with regret, and guilt begins to sting at your conscience. He’s made you feel so fucking good, given you the best orgasms of your life - is it really fair if you leave him wanting and unsatisfied?

You’re fucked halfway out of your mind when you answer, eyes still fixated on his cock, head swimming with thoughts of how much you want to please him.

“It’s fine,” you say, your words slurred and hesitant. “You can.. you can use me. Use my pussy to get you off. Jus’ pull out at the end.”

Ecstasy flashes across his face, and he looks down eagerly. “Fuck, babe. You’re so perfect. I love you.”

You hadn’t heard those words for weeks.

His strong arms pick you up easily, maneuvering you around until he’s the one sitting on the couch and your cunt is positioned right over his dick. His hands grip tightly at your waist, fingertips pressing so insistently that you’re sure you’ll wake up the next morning with bruises dotting your skin. He lowers you down slowly, carefully, groaning as he fills you up and the warmth of your cunt envelopes him whole.

He already looked big, just from the cursory glance you’d taken earlier, but as you feel the tip of his cock shove against your cervix, your breath almost catches at how you feel your walls expanding to accommodate all of him.

The drag of his curved cock up against your sensitive walls leaves your legs trembling and squirming, but he holds you firmly down as he thrusts up inside over and over. “Stay still,” he coos. “Let me take care of you.”

Bokuto starts off gently, fucking you with shallow little thrusts that have you panting with desperation. He can tell by the way your cunt is fluttering that you're craving more, that the two orgasms he gave you earlier just wasn’t enough for a greedy girl like you, and he relishes the way your small hands grip desperately at his shirt.

He raises you up off his cock, running the tip up and down your slit until your pussy throbs, and slams you back down again. The rhythm he maintains is steady and even, bouncing you up and down on his cock like a ragdoll, whispering stuttered curses and phrases of endearment against your ear, making you shiver from the overload of stimuli.

“Feels so amazing,” he moans. “Gonna.. Gonna cum soon.”

The heat in your core grows intense at the thought of his orgasm, involuntarily whining, and you start to rock your hips back and forth in an attempt to search out more friction.

Bokuto knows he promised to pull out. He knows that it wouldn’t be right if he stayed buried inside your cunt. But how is he supposed to stop himself when you feel this good, wrapped so obediently around him like a perfect little fuck doll? And the heat of your cunt is gripping incredibly tight all around his length, your little squirms and shivers so adorable as he uses you to get himself off.

He can’t help himself.

With one last, desperate thrust, he lets go, thick spurts of cum filling you up until he’s sure your insides are dripping white, and he caresses your stomach where your womb would be in satisfaction. It feels so good to cum inside of a tight cunt, much better than it would’ve if he’d forced himself to pull out, he thinks. And you look so pretty all full and leaking with his seed.

It takes you a moment to fully register the warm, wet feeling pooling inside you, your brain too fucked out, too stupid from the constant stimulation to truly understand what exactly dripping from your slit is.

When you do realize - oh god, he came inside me - panic starts to grip at the edges of your frayed nerves, your vision tunneling as the magnitude of what had just happened hits you. Tears start to blur the world around you, the dim lighting of his living room merging the furniture and warping the walls, and you faintly register the feeling of arms wrapped tight around you, a hand reaching up to caress soothingly at your cheek.

“You know,” Bokuto whispers, face lit up in wonder. “I think we’re soulmates.”

#haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #bokuto x reader #haikyuu #hq smut #yandere haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fanfiction #yandere bokuto #haikyuu imagines #yandere bokuto x reader #yandere #dark haikyuu #bokuto smut #fem!reader #tw.dubcon #tw.noncon #tw.dc #tw.manipulation #hq yandere #tw.toxic

[the-bugs-under-ur-skin]

Yandere Sunny, Basil and Mari w an affectionate reader HCs - Omori

nghgggggh so cute :,) also sorry to the one person who asked for clumsy and affectionate, i just didn’t think there needed to be two different posts about it. thank you guys sooo much! i’m so glad you like my headcannons!!

[yandere Sunny x reader]

-Sunny is one of the most touch-starved of the group

-affection was always a must for him, so you being extra affectionate on your own is basically heaven for him

-he gets very flustered by the sudden affection from you but never pulls away, just soaking it all in with a red face

-he’ll let you give any affections you want at any place

-he doesn’t care about other people and would be able to intimidate them if the did try to bother both of you

-Sunny is very happy that you’re okay with pda, and can’t help but have a proud smirk on his face whenever he catches people staring at the two of you

-he also finds the texts adorable

-he always gets a little blush in his cheeks whenever he gets the notification that you’ve texted him

-he has trouble falling asleep and waking up so the gm/gn texts he gets from you actually helps him feel better

-i think he’d be an awkward texter though, so don’t expect much more than a thumbs up emoji or an “ok”

-but please don’t get discouraged by the lackluster responses from him, those texts are some of the best parts of his day

-you’ve spoiled him at this point, he just expects you to shower him in affection and would throw a little tantrum if you were to suddenly stop giving it to him

-and if he throws tantrums just because he doesn’t get enough affection, he’d certainly get upset if you were affectionate with others

-even just hugging one of your friends as a greeting can get him angry

-if you’re ever just cuddling against your friends and wonder why they suddenly seem unnerved, it’s probably because they just noticed Sunny’s intense glare from across the room 

-most of the time if your friend just backs off, he’ll leave them alone (for the most part)

-of course, if they’re persistent than a few cuts should have them back off

-but no matter what, you’re not going to be chatting with those friends for a long while

-and if one of your affections you show to your friends is a kiss, however, it’s going to be more than just a glare and a punch

-like, it’s nice that you made such a nice friend but you’re definitely never going to see that friend again unless you’re going to their funeral

-he wants all of your affection for himself, even if you claim you have “so much love to give to everyone”

-he can handle any affection you throw at him, so don’t start being shy now!

[yandere Basil x reader]

-despite being very shy, Basil would be quite affectionate himself

-he hopes that you’ll let him hang off of you for the rest of time, because that’s all he wants to do

-any affection you give him, he’ll return, albeit shyly

-if you though Basil would absolutely obsess over an affectionate s/o you must be crazy

-it’s the validation he’s always wanted and he gets it through hugs and kisses from his favorite person? he’s perfectly ready!

-honestly, he would mind if you suffocated him from all the affection he gets from you

-he also gets really giddy whenever he receives texts from you

-you constantly texting him will never fail to make him blush; he absolutely adores that he’s on the front of your mind

-you aren’t bothering him at all! he always responds to any of your texts immediately and hopes that you send him even more

-he’ll basically have a meltdown if you suddenly don’t give him a goodnight text as usual

-and Basil will definitely get upset if you’re affectionate with others

-he thought that you were only affectionate with him because he’s special, and your just giving away your valuable attention to just anybody?

-he definitely sits and cries in his room or under a tree or something

-he’s so pitiful, wouldn’t you do anything to stop him from crying?

-Basil just really hopes that you and a friend don’t suddenly start catching feelings for each other 

-an affection s/o would also worsen his tendencies since he’s basically getting praised for being a toxic boyfriend

-not only will he get more clingy, he’ll also get slightly more manipulative

-i mean, since you love affection so much, why not give him some?

-you’re holding hands with someone else? but he thought you loved him! you know... if you want to break up with him you can just say so...

-but, you’re not actually going to do that right? PLEASE don’t do that...

[yandere Mari x reader]

-Mari was affectionate with you right when she started to have some sort of feeling for you

-even if you and her are still technically friends she is absolutely sure that this means you’re both in love

-it just makes sense to her; you’re both always hugging and sometimes even a kiss on the cheek? there’s no way that this isn’t love

-she’ll even talk to her family and friends about you like you’re both dating each other

-and don’t even get me started with the texts

-every time she responds she’s always adding a heart at the end or calling you “honey” or “sweetie”

-she’ll probably send even more texts than you do

-oh, you give her a little good morning text? that’s cute, anyway here’s this two paragraph long message about how lucky she is and how excited she is to see you this morning

-but, whenever you’re affectionate with others, this breaks Mari’s fantasy about you both being in love

-she was so sure you were absolutely dedicated to her and that you would get married to her after you both finally graduate, and you’re giving someone else a hug?

-honestly, even simple affection could ruin her so you being really affectionate with others will send her into despair

-at first, she’s mad at you

-she trusted you and you’re out here snuggling with another classmate? how could you!

-but once you start acting confused on why she’s ignoring you, it starts to click for her

-it was never your fault, it was your friends!

-she’ll apologize to you profusely and then go straight to whoever was “manipulating” you into giving them affection

-so don’t worry, darling! those awful people will finally leave the two of you alone forever!

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #yandere x darling #yandere headcanons #yandere hcs #yandere omori #yandere omori x reader #yandere sunny #yandere sunny x reader #omori x reader #sunny x reader #yandere basil #yandere basil x reader #basil x reader #yandere mari #yandere mari x reader #mari x reader

[complexgods]

Hi! I saw you're reqs were open now, I was wondering if you could write a mattsun x m! reader x maki? Where the reader has a crush on both of them (they r already dating) where the reader confesses to them and they end up fucking or smth like that? with overstim and light dacryphillia? also can I be 🐝 anon?

Of course! Also, you’re my first emoji anon I’m chxjxkdk 🥰 of course you can! And whooo I’ve been meaning to write a Matsuhana x reader fic for a WHILE this is GOOD okay okay

18+, FEMALE IDENTIFYING READERS AND MINORS DNI

Warnings: Matsukawa x Hanamaki x M!reader, alcohol consumption, threesome, overstim, dacryphilia, praise, degradation, Mattsun has a monster cock

A/N: I'm really sorry this took so long! I just haven't been able to focus on a lot recently and I really went ham on the backstory but I hope you enjoy this! (not proofread because I am so tired)

"So glad you could make it!" Hanamaki greets you at the door with a hug.

"Yeah, sorry I haven't been able to hang out recently, I've just been super busy." You try to justify as you hand Matsukawa a bottle of wine.

It wasn't all true that you were too busy to hang out with your best friends recently, you just had… Issues to work through. Specifically the fact that you were in love with your best friends and they were a couple. It wasn't like you never wanted to hang out with them again, you just hoped that spending some time away from them, working through your feelings might solve the issue. But no, of course, the second Matsukawa flashes you that lazy smile or Hanamaki does just about anything, you're right back where you started. You sigh before joining the two in the kitchen, helping them get everything ready for the movie night you had been planning for weeks.

"So, tell us! What's new with you?" Matsukawa asks, opening the bottle of wine you had brought over.

"Oh not much, you know, work as usual. My boss has been on my ass lately and it's driving me up the wall but, you know." You smile, taking the glass that was handed to you.

"Oh, your boss drives you up the wall huh? Shame. I wanted to do that to you." Hanamaki says with a lopsided grin, and you can't help but blush slightly at the shameless flirting.

"Yeah, you wish." You try to retort, but it's too late. Mattsun and Makki were already exchanging glances.

"What's new with you? Find a job yet, Makki?" You divert the situation, and apparently, it worked.

"Nope. I'm happy to be a househusband as long as Mattsun here brings in the money."

The conversation goes on with no problem after that, and you all quickly fall back into your usual banter. You really did miss hanging out with them like this.

"So, what are we watching?" Mattsun asks, turning to you and Makki sitting on the couch.

"I was thinking Woman In Black," Makki says before downing the rest of his beer.

"Perfect." You and Mattsun say at the same time.

"After all, fear is an aphrodisiac," Makki says, giving you a grin. You turn away in embarrassment. Seriously, what has gotten into Makki tonight? Does he know? You clear your throat and try not to stammer.

"Uh- y-yeah I heard about that… as well…" You pour yourself more wine as you sit back. This was fine. It was fine. Makki just likes teasing, he doesn't actually mean it.

"So… You been seeing anyone lately?" You choke on your wine as Matsukawa just looks at you with a raised eyebrow.

"Um… Nope, I have not."

"Why? You're hot and charismatic. No guy pique your interest as of late?"

"N- no that's not it."

"Then what, you have a crush on someone?" Makki asks, his eyes shining with excitement.

Maybe it was the wine or just the fact that you couldn't hold your secret any longer, but you couldn't help yourself.

"Yeah, I do, actually."

"Ooooh who is it?" Both of them ask at the same time. You couldn't help but realise that they already know.

"You sure you want to know?" You turn your body to fully face the two, who are nodding with a smirk on their face.

"Fine. I have a crush on both of you. Satisfied?"

"Oh no, honey, we won't be satisfied until you are," Makki says, leaning closer to you.

"You see, we've been wanting to wreck you for a really long time," Mattsun says as Makki makes his way over to your lap, straddling you.

"Really?" You ask, looking up at Makki with big eyes.

"Mhm." He answers before leaning in to kiss you.

"God, you're so hot," Mattsun says from right next to you as Makki deepens the kiss, slowly starting to grind his hips into yours. When you let out a soft moan, Mattsun stops the two of you.

"Don't just hog him, Makki. I want some as well." Makki immediately gets up to let Mattsun take his place, pulling at your hair before kissing you deeply.

At some point, you must've walked over to the bedroom, because now you're lying naked on their bed with Makki on top of you, kissing and biting your neck and collarbone. You groan when Makki grinds down on your length, bucking your hips involuntarily, closing your eyes.

"Oh look at you, so needy for cock, aren't you? Prep him, won't you, Makki darling?" Matsukawa coos as you hear the clinking of a belt.

Seconds later, Mattsun taps the tip of his cock against your lips, and once you manage to focus your eyes on the absolute monstrosity before you, you can't help but choke out another moan.

"So big-" You say with wide eyes as you reach out to touch him.

"Hm. Wonder what it would look like stretching your throat open." Makki says from between your legs before adding a second finger to your hole, making you gasp. Mattsun takes this opportunity to slide inside your mouth, making you gag instantly.

"Come on now, take it, I know you can."

You obey, letting him thrust into you until tears were stinging your eyes.

"Oh, Makki, look at that. He's crying."

"Look at you! Cute boy." Makki praises as he swipes the pre that started to pool on your stomach, licking his fingers clean.

"You taste wonderful, baby. Gonna make you cum from my fingers alone." You want to respond, but Mattsun thrusts into your throat harshly, groaning as you take even more of him.

Once Makki finds your prostate, you are gone, rolling your eyes to the back of your head, cumming untouched.

"Wow, look at that. Such a slut just cumming untouched, aren't you?" You do your best to hum in agreement, which makes Mattsun's dick twitch in your mouth.

"God, your mouth feels so good. I wonder what your little hole would feel like, tightening around my cock."

As Mattsun says this, you feel lube coating your hole before Makki slides inside you, letting out a shaky breath. You whine, still feeling the high from your first orgasm.

"That's right, baby, doing so well for us." Makki coos, thrusting into you, filling you up to the brim.

One hand wraps around your dick and another starts teasing your nipples, and you are too far gone to notice anything else happening. All you know are Mattsun's dick in your mouth, and Makki's in your hole.

"Shit, I'm close," Mattsun moans as he pulls out, cumming all over your face. He kisses you deeply as Makki fucks into you relentlessly, pumping your cock in time with his thrusts.

"Are you gonna cum again? I can feel you twitching, you're close aren't you?" Makki says as he picks up the pace, slamming into you.

You both come at the same time, moaning loudly as you spill onto your stomach, your entire body twitching and feeling overly sensitive from the overstim.

Once you regain your breath, Makki slowly pulls out of you with a hiss, disposing of the condom before laying down next to you and Mattsun.

"Wanna watch Woman In Black now?"

#hanamaki smut #matsukawa smut #matsuhana x reader #matsuhana x reader smut #hanamaki x reader #matsukawa x reader #hq smut #haikyuu smut #hq x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq x male reader #haikyuu x male reader #🐝 anon #answered #also thank you alex for just helping me out my brain did not cooperate this week #alex tag #felix thirsts

[a-jynx]

Hi love! How are you today? Also, I have a request for you. What do you think about, Platonic!Tommy x Reader, where they are bestfriends, and Tommy catches a cold, and gets all clingy with the reader, and ends up falling asleep in their arms. While he is asleep, reader goes live on insta, or tiktok, you choose, and “makes fun if him” for “not being clingy”. Just two best friends cuddling, ya know? 😅 (but nothing sexual)

Hello, hello dearest! I am doing pretty well, I hope you’re doing well! And I genuinely love everything about this request - it’s too adorable! Sick!Tommy definitely needs all the bestie cuddles he can get :D So I hope I do this request justice and thank you so much for the request !! <3

Platonic!Tommy x reader (I wasn't sure if you wanted C!Tommy or CC!Tommy, so I went with CC!Tommy since the Content Creators are who I've been writing for, however I can rewrite this! ) *Especially if against boundaries*

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You knew! You absolutely knew when Tommy told you about going to the water course, on a partially frigid day, something was going to happen, now look where he was… Acting like a whiny, snot-nosed toddler.

“Y/nnnnn,” Tommy’s voice trailed from your bed, making you shift in your seat to see the tall blond sprawled out against your covers, groaning and sniffling. “Tom, if you get as one drip of snot on my sheets,” your warning - of course - fell to deaf ears as he sat up, groaning from what you could tell was the sinus pressure and headache. “Would you like me to turn off the lights?” You murmured, hoping to not agitate his ache more than it already was, however, he gently shook his head.

“No, but forget your stupid editing for two seconds and come ‘ere,” he all but coughed as you winced, hearing the rawness in his throat and with the soft lights you could see his eyes were slightly red and teary, as well as nose blushed red from blowing it. You couldn’t help the roll of your eyes as you pushed your chair back, shaking your head at your ill best friend with a tut. You flopped onto the bed, causing him to jump with the impact with an annoyed huff - glancing at you with a frown. “That ‘stupid editing’ I’m doing is actually for your stupid channel, so watch it or I’ll corrupt all your files,” you bit, wiggling your fingers towards him, attempting to possible irritate him, but he just pushed your hand away and scooted back against your mountain of pillows with a groan. You laid next to him, pressing your shoulders together as you both stared at the dinghy ceiling.

“You wouldn’t dare,”

“Try me, big man,” you both broke into grins at the nickname as Tommy broke out into a fit of coughs, making you frown. Scooting closer, you wrapped him into a hug, not minding the warmth from his hoodie. He slumped into you, sighing as you both laid peacefully. It didn’t take long for Tommy’s snores to rattle you, blinking as you glanced at him - his mouth parted and a bit of drool sliding down his chin.

“Gross,” you rolled your eyes, grabbing your phone from it’s charging port with a wicked grin. Opening your phone, you maneuvered yourself to be comfortable with the weight of the lanky blonde boy in your arms as you clicked onto TikTok, grinning as you clicked the Go Live.

Viewers began to pour in as you glanced between the “hello” and “hi’s.” Since becoming one of Tommy’s few editors, and even jumping onto the bandwagon of streaming - you gained a following quickly.

“Hey, guys!” You whispered, keeping your voice a low hum as Tommy moved, somehow cuddling closer as you snickered, attempting to keep the phone steady on the two of you. “I’m a bit pinned down at the moment, so Tommy’s new video may take a bit to go out! But, how’re you all today?” You watched chat - catching a few ‘good!’ and ‘better now.’ You were thankful for the community you gained - yes, it may’ve been because your best friend was a well-known streamer, but you could care less! You were proud to be by Tommy’s side as he accomplished his biggest dreams, and you couldn’t be happier for him.

“Yes, Tommy is with me, chat - I know! Look at this absolute teddy bear! He’s like a child with a death grip on their mother’s arm!” You snickered, as the chat agreed adding a few ‘haha’s’ and laughing emojis as a few questions came in, leaving you to answer a few while adding a few jabs at Tommy for clinging to you when he always mentions how ‘big man’ and ‘macho’ he is. It was the perfect opportunity!

“I’ve known Tommy for awhile - we knew each other from when we were younger and sort of became inseparable,” you giggled, remembering how Tommy used to ask you for help to reach his juice cup or the cookie jar, but now you’re always asking for help from your tree-height best friend. “Plus, he’s the one that pushed me to get into editing and streaming - so we all have him to thank for pushing me out of my comfort zone.” You smiled as an annoyed groan came from beside you, making you freeze as chat began to spam ‘HE’S WAKING UP’ and ‘RUN Y/N RUN!!!’

Tommy moved to sit up carefully, his yawn even sounding scratchy as he coughed some, mindful to keep it away from you. He blinked, his eyes switching between your slightly widened eyes and the TikTok live stream, as well as chat still spamming for you to quickly book it while you still could.

“Y/n…” Tommy hummed with his hoarse voice, the scratch in it as you slowly began to sit up, moving to try and give yourself at least a small chance to run. “Why’re you live… On the TikTok community… Hm?” Each word came out a bit breathless as you could barely contain your grin, sitting up on one of your knees while your foot grazed the floor.

“Tommy, Tomathy, Tom Simons, Big Man, come on,” you giggled, moving your hands up to keep him back if he tried to grab you. “It’s nothing!”

Your persuasive argument - you really tried to get out of that one - didn’t work as he reached for you, only to be pulled off the bed as you leaned back to get away from him. A shout came from both of you as you landed on your thankfully carpeted floor - chat was spamming as you and Tommy groaned, laying in defeat beside one another as he reached over, ending your little live as you turned towards him, grinning.

“A TikTok live? Seriously?” Tommy groaned, dropping his head back against the plush carpet as you broke into a fit of giggles. “What?” He huffed as you wiped at a fake tear, gesturing towards his face as he frowned, reaching up and wiping away a thick line of drool that had clung to his chin.

Your soft laughter caused him to break out into a smile, joining in on the laughter as he rolled his eyes as you both held your sides, still laughing before you both settled into the soft flooring, your shoulders touching as you sighed, glancing outside. The sun had begun to set, leaving the room in a soft light - you knew Tommy had another vlog to do tomorrow with Jack, Tubbo and Ranboo. You turned towards him, smiling softly as Tommy glanced at you, still holding a bit of a frown.

“You’ve got a busy day tomorrow,”

“At least I’m not stuck editing,” he snickered as you punched his shoulder, making him cry out and rub at the wound.

“What the fuck!”

“I should make you edit your own vlogs, dickhead,” you groaned, moving to sit up as he followed your lead, huffing as he began to massage his temples. The reason why he came over suddenly came back to you.

“Shit, what’re you going to do about tomorrows’ vlog? You’re still sick,”

“I’m a big man, Y/n, I think I can handle a head cold-”

“Yeah, okay, not even half an hour ago you were whining and grumbling about your much your head hurt and how much you needed your best friend,”

“Aye! Don’t make me sound like a pussy!” He grumbled as you rolled your eyes, snatching your phone and flopping back onto your bed, going onto Twitter to see all of the screen records and clips your fans had gotten from your small live. Tommy sat on the floor glaring at you before standing, still glaring before attempting to climb over your comforted body.

“Tomathy!” You growled as he flopped back into his previous spot, snuggling into the comforting feel of your pillows and even your own warmth. It felt comforting for him to feel your precious, but he’s not a pussy so he’ll never admit it.

“Are you done?”

He side-eyed you, pursing his lips with a huff. Not answering as you rolled your eyes before returning to your hunt on Twitter. Tommy side-eyed you again, before scooting closer and watching a few of the clips with you. Tommy couldn’t hold back the scoff as there was a picture of him practically on top of you as you tried to speak to your chat.

“I am so sick of you,” he suddenly grunted as you glanced at him, rolling your own eyes while closing your phone and staring at the ceiling, once more that evening.

“I know you’re not, you can’t lie to your best friend, TommyInnit,” you scoffed as he sighed, closing his eyes as you felt your own body slowly become warm and comfy on your comforter, sighing as you and Tommy both began to drift asleep.

“You’re right.. But, I don’t see Tubbo here,” he mocked, his eyes still closed as you snapped open your eyes, frowning. You moved around some before snatching one of your smaller pillows and smacking it against his chest, causing him to yell out again.

“Now, I’M sick of you,” you huffed, settling in and closing your eyes as Tommy scoffed, as you two settled in, too tired for any more bickering and allowing you both to find comfort in your best friends arms once again - this time no lives, no chats, and no more annoying sniffles.

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a/n; I hope you enjoyed this anon! I definitely loved writing this, and I hope to see more requests in the future!

Until tomorrow, I hope you all have a beautiful day! ~ J

#dream smp x reader #platonic!tommyinnit x reader #tommyinit dsmp #platonic #best friends #dsmp x reader #mcyt #mcyt x reader #cc!tommy #*will change if need be*