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stevenose · 2 years

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pls pls pls some wound care post s4 that leads to stebe bottoming for the first time (amab/strap idc). all slow and gentle. caring for the sweet pillow princess. i will screm

also the licking steve all over fill......FUCK! I'm wrapped up in my blankey that was so f-ing good I'm looking right at you 👁👄👁

anything for u <3

“You okay?”

Steve doesn’t answer immediately. He doesn’t know how. Like, sure, he’s alive. Your warm fingers are touching the delicate skin on his stomach, scar tissue taking over the once smooth skin. Your touch is a reminder that he’s still here. And that he’s cared for. Which is something he needs after… everything.

“I’m fine,” he decides to answer. It’s a midway point between I feel like shit and I’m okay. He winces as you wrap his stomach tightly with sterile gauze. He thought the disinfectant would be the worst part. The pain knocks the breath out of his lungs and he lets out a harsh exhale.

“I’m sorry.”

“Hey,” he says gently. He doesn’t have to elaborate.

Your fingers gently run over the cotton. Steve’s warm under it. You’d looked for signs of infection with relieving results - those government grade antibiotics work like a charm. “Steve?”

“Yeah?” He looks down at you, wants to bring you in closer and hold you to his chest. He doesn’t want you to let him go.

You stare at the bandage. “You’re going to be okay.”

There’s a long pause, and you look up at him. Steve looks contemplative, which is usually not a good sign. “I know.”

He winces again. He sighs, irritated and miserable. You reach up to put your hand to his forehead. No fever. Another relief. You run your hand through his hair next. It’s soft, freshly showered, and wet. He smells like strawberries and rubbing alcohol. Your hand rests on his cheek and you look into his eyes for a long time. “Does it hurt?”

“Yeah,” he says.

“I know,” you cringe. “Sorry.”

“Don’t make me come down there,” he teases. He’s lectured you about your apologies approximately three times a day since last Sunday.

“I just wish I could help,” you say.

“You are helping.”

You bite your cheek. “Take the pain away, I mean.”

Steve sighs. “Me, too. But you can’t. I can’t….” He blushes. “I can’t really. Get freaky. Like this.”

Your head spins, stomach flips. “Then let me take care of you.”

Steve stiffens immediately.

“We don’t have to,” you say quickly. “It was just - I’m sorry - I know… I know you’re not comfortable.”

He doesn’t respond for a moment. He’s thinking again. Brows furrowed in concentration. “No,” he says. “I think I’d like some comfort.”

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Steve’s legs are wrapped around your head - gingerly - as you eat him out. He moans breathily, tugs at your hair and wraps his thighs right around your face. He has to be careful not to fuck up his injuries, but the pleasure gives such immense relief from the pain. “Unnnh - fuuuuck!”

You smile into him, circling his rim with your tongue before pulling back and spitting on it. Steve cries out and bites down on his thumb to stay quiet. It’s the loudest you’ve ever heard him. “You okay up there?”

“Y- yeah,” he pants. “Jesus, yeah.”

You taper your tongue and fuck it into him, loosening him up. It’s not been easy. Steve’s tense from lots of things, but bottoming is the number one current factor. You’re taking it slow, letting him adjust to the care and tenderness.

“Have you ever fingered yourself?” you ask into his skin.

He moans and fidgets. “Yeah.”

“How many fingers can you fit, angel?”

Steve pants. “M- my high record… is three.”

“Good boy,” you purr. You spit on his hole again and fuck it some more with your tongue. “Can I add one now?”

He pauses and nods.

“Steve. You have to tell me. We don’t have to.”

“I want it,” he breathes. “Please.”

You sink a finger in slowly, still lapping at him, spitting to help guide your finger into him. He moans, throws an arm over his eyes and wails. “Oh god oh god oh god oh god -!”

“You okay Princess?” You let your finger rest in him, letting him adjust.

Steve’s at a loss for words, which is saying a lot. He finally croaks out a yeah and rocks his hips on you.

“You’re such a good boy for me.” You slowly move your finger in and out of him, entranced at the sight of him. “Takin’ it so well. So proud of you, sweetheart.”

He can’t respond. His jaw hangs open in pleasure, cock leaking heavily above you. “A- another,” he finally pants. “Please.”

“You sure? Don’t wanna rip you open.”

He groans and finally reaches down to fist at his cock. His breath catches at the sensation, stomach already twisting tight. “I’m positive. Please.”

Your second finger is a bit harder to slip in, but spit and some precum help. You know you’ll have to use a generous amount of lube once you’re up and ready. Steve writhes above you, rocking himself, lost in it.

“Do I make you feel good?”

“Yeah,” he repeats. It’s what his brain can come up with.

“Just want to help you come, baby,” you whisper, and lick his rim, your fingers still gently moving in and out of them. You crook them and Steve whimpers, goosebumps forming on his skin.

“I can’t wait,” he moans. “Need you now.”

“Don’t get greedy.” Your tone makes him shiver.

“I’m just - I’m - so close -“

“Stop touching yourself for a little bit, okay? Let me get you open and then I’ll fuck you. How’s that sound?”

Steve nods dumbly, moving his hand to lay beside him on the bed. His face is flushed deeply, at a feverish level. You’ll check his temperature again in a bit.

A third finger slides in gently, and Steve wails once more. He grabs an extra pillow and shoved it over his face - whether to muffle the sounds or hide from you, you’re not sure. You let him do it, though. Whatever he needs.

“Shit!” he gasps suddenly, throwing the pillow across the room. “Right there!” His hips rock on your fingers, mouth open in an O. Your fingers have gone in particularly deep in this thrust and you’ve hit his prostate.

“That feels good, doesn’t it?” you smile.

Steve can hardly breathe.

You slip your fingers out and he pouts, watching you reach for the nightstand to grab a bottle of lube. “Silicone based,” you tell him, for no reason; it makes him smile, dazed.

You coat yourself generously, then his rim, puffy and slightly, slightly gaping. It makes your cock kick, and Steve’s does, too. You push your lubed fingers back into him one at a time and he gasps, writhes, grabs you and begs please please please please until you finally line the head of your cock up with him.

“You ready?” you whisper.

Steve nods, still pouting. So desperate. Slowly, you push in - Steve’s mouth hangs open as you do.

You pause. “How’s that?”

“Uh huh,” he replies, voice cracking.

You can’t help but to giggle, pushing into him deeper, feeling him tight and wet from lube, squeezing around you. You moan and it makes Steve feel that much more hornier - he rocks his hips, pushing you deeper into him. He moans, reaching for you. You push in more and he mewls, groaning, “Right there.”

“I got you,” you whisper, thrusting gently into him. Not the whole way, but enough to satisfy you both. “Be careful, o-okay?”

Steve’s not really listening. He wants more. He actually whines for it. “C- c- c’mon, baby, I’m - please-“

You shush him, gently lacing your fingers through the hands resting beside him and pinning them to the bed. You lean forward to kiss him as you thrust gently and shallowly, deep enough for him to feel it. He moans into your mouth, but it’s different this time. More relaxed, less pent up and needy.

“Feel okay?” you breathe, pausing to kiss his forehead. No fever.

“It’s so good.” He slurs it out. “I - I’m so -“ Steve searches for the word. “Full.”

“Now you g… get it, right?”

He nods. “Yeah. Yeah.”

You kiss him again, still rocking your hips back and forth. You reach down to stroke him, swiping your thumb over his leaking cock and using the precum that’s already poured out guide your hand along his skin. He groans loudly, back arching - then gasps at the pain.

“You okay?” you ask, panicked.

Steve nods, cringing. “Keep fuckin’ me and I will be.”

#stevenose posts #ns/fw #steve x reader #amab!reader #sorry this ends abruptly … i abut to sleep…#mwah hope u likey

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rubbcrhosemoved · 10 months

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SCREM AND THROW PILLOW

C ͞L ̸E̡ ͜M̶ E͡ N T͟ I̕ N ͜E̷ ̧E͡ E̴ E ̧

@hannah-the-small

#IC CHATTER ➡#CRACK ➡#MAMMON ➡ I want more and more

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rabbitindisguise · 1 year

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CRUSHING NEWS lads, I wanted to do a learning thing and one of the teachers that was there won't be anymore ever again and it's a HUGE Bummer (though also one of my kind of friends friend but I already knew that and I might run into them at a later program)

*screm into pillow* I hate mental health problems that stem from trauma they are SO unfair

#personal #this is a lot like not being able to say 'i love you' without shriveling up emotionally #it took like weeks and weeks to get over it #and that was a problem i Knew About #this is brand new can of worms #perhaps multiple #I'm going to have to try so hard to stay on topic and not rage about this frustration in particular #so i can actually focus on the topic at hand #mental illness

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the-moth-from-elsewhere · 1 month

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*hitting you with a pillow repeatedly*

you are smart!!!!!

-mod kumo

*SCREM*

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justapuddleofemotions · 2 years

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Look I already know I’m a masochist and a whore for the angst and slowburn, but rereading every day a chapter that emotionally, mentally, physically and spiritually wreacked me in a way that made me realize I will never get that kind of love and hurt because of love in real life has to be on another level.

It is getting unhealthy here

#fanfic #TRT #The Red Thread #pastafossa #I don't think i'm able to recover after this #I could literally feel my heart break while reading the chapter #i'm gonna screm into a pillow #matt murdock #daredevil

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cryptidmellon · 3 years

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the idea of using smols as pillows is extremely underrated, and i needed more of it- so i drew it!!! i also had a major hankering for fluff so HERE WE GO featuring @madmythologist bc he’s cool ‘n he’s my friend

commissions || ko-fi

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xamassed · 3 years

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" i... i hope you will forgive me for calling you over at such an odd hour, anita. " the demon offers an apologetic smile, hand rubbing the side of their neck. they hated to disturb her, even more so when there had initially been worry in her tone when they called her. it seems most assume there was something wrong when someone calls them at odd hours of the day. noted. still, sorun wanted to get this off of their chest and they weren't sure if they could wait until morning. " it is... well, it is difficult for me to say this because, truthfully, i have never said anything like this to anyone before. " they hope she'll also forgive sorun for sounding unsure of themself and speaking hesitantly, both are a very rare occurrence. it's understandable, though, given what they're about to confess to her.

their gaze lowers and sorun sighs softly, heart pounding against their ribs. good gods, why do they feel so nervous? " i like you, anita. a lot. i mean, of course i do. we are friends, are we not? " a small laugh spills from sorun's lips. " recently i began entertaining the thought of us together because it hit me almost completely out of the blue that i liked you as more than a friend, but it took me some time to tell you. i was worried you would be happier to remain as friends or that my being a demon would put you off of this idea completely. " sorun looks at her again and manages a smile. their voice softens. " i like you a lot. do you... feel the same, anita? " // 🥺🥺

｢ @empiia ｣

Their concern had been endearing at first, but the longer they took to speak their mind, the more uneasy Anita became. Hearing the apprehension in their voice and feeling how the air became tense and agitated around them only proved to work up her own, inner anxieties.

What was she to do? Did she push for them to speak their mind and help relieve the nauseating flutter in her chest, or did she endure it and give them time to collect themselves? If she waited, she knew she’d assume the worst, as if she hadn’t begun to do that already.

“It’s alright. It wasn’t like I was in the middle of eatin’ a huge-ass pizza or anything.” She joked to hide her own discontent and to help them relax because the truth was bound to be better than the possibilities milling around in her head, right?

And still. . .

‘ What did I do? ’

The question nagged at her. She tried to convince herself that she was worrying over nothing, but how could this end well? Sorun’s words, no matter the intent, felt as if they were leading to the one thing she didn’t want to hear.

‘ We’re done. ’

That had to be it. They were cutting her off, and she couldn’t blame them. No one in her past had ever shunned her like this, but it was bound to happen. She was loud and abrasive, greedy and dumb. Anyone with a single, functioning brain cell should know better than to befriend her.

Anita’s thoughts had pulled her in deeper than she first thought, muffling Sorun’s voice until four words in particular grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her out the mire that had clogged her mind.

“Uh. . .” Mouth open and eyes wide, Anita gawked. That wasn’t at all what she expected to hear. Were her ears ringing? No, but she could clearly hear her heart beating in her ears.

Where she had been pale with grief only a moment ago, now she sat flushed with hitched breaths.

“You. . .” She dragged the word out, her brain slowing to a snails pace. “Hang on——!!”

Abruptly, she stood. Hands in her hair, feet carrying her from one part of the floor to another. Sitting down for long periods had never been a strength of hers, especially when nervous. This — this made her well beyond nervous. Not because she disliked the thought, but because a thought she’d had so many times before had finally been voiced.

A solid three minutes of pacing and grunting to herself passed before she sat down beside them, one knee bouncing and teeth gnawing at her already stubby fingernails.

“I don’t really know what the right thing to say is, so I’m just gonna word vomit at you real quick. Can’t promise any of it will make sense, ‘kay? Cool.” She dragged in a deep breath, let it compress her nerves, then released it through her nose.

“First, you being a demon doesn’t matter. It never did, not in any bad way. Second, you didn’t hit your head or anything, did you? ‘Cause liking me is a super dumb idea. Like, super duper dumb. I’m the worst person to like. I just wanna make sure you know what you’re saying ‘cause if I tell you that I like you too and you suddenly pull this out from under me, I’m gonna be royally pissed.”

Mustering up more of her courage, Anita reached out to take one of Sorun’s hands into her own.

“I like you too.”

She slipped her fingers between theirs and turned her head away, cheeks bursting with heat and color. “I like you a lot more than I thought I would. I’m gonna be honest, it was annoying at first. Like, I literally could not get you out of my head and it was driving me up the damn wall. I mean, I still can’t stop thinking about you, but I guess it’s okay now.”

Her leg continued to bob, but she tempted a glance towards them.

“I’m gonna sound like I’m in school again, but does this mean we’re dating now?”

#empiia #「 ( anita ; ic ) 」#「 v. dangerous flips and car crashes ( anita ; modern ) 」#( WHEEZES A WHOLE HECKIN' LOT )#( she's all over the place! )#( but she's happy deep down )#( it just won't hit her until later when she's in bed and she has the chance to scream into her pillow :D )#( just - out of the blue gets hit with lovey-dovey feelings and has to SCREM )#( i need a tag for them now :D )#( thank you for this adorable ask )#( sorun you're so brave )

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atsuminthe · 3 years

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Squish!

—how they like to hug you, and how it feels; ft. karasuno boys

previous « you are here!

→ SAWAMURA DAICHI

bear hugs!

feels like getting rid of a toothache that’s been bothering you for a while

he’s canonically got younger siblings so he’s an expert in hugging, embracing, wrapping arms around and rubbing shoulders

top three huggers in the haikyuu!! universe, change my mind

so warm and fluffy, resembles a teddy bear

lets you try to squish him and squishes you in return—always laughs when you squeak

will hold you so tight at night. loves feeling you against him

→ SUGAWARA KŌSHI

side hugs!

feels like wearing a pair of fuzzy socks

kisses the top of your head—he doesn’t care if you’re taller than him. you bend those knees and let him peck your head

rubs your arm whenever he hugs you because it’s comforting for the both of you (and he warms up his hand when he forgets his gloves at home on chilly days)

he’s very soft and he’ll never deny you a hug

will hold you in his arms for hours if so you desire—just say the word!

→ AZUMANE ASAHI

heart-to-heart hugs!

feels like eating something you really like

soft. asahi is so soft. a teddy bear.

hugs are a very important bonding thing for him and he’s a bit shy in the beginning

be patient with him—he’ll initiate the hug when he feels comfortable

when he does hug you? he feels like home

his smell is always very comforting

gives great forehead kisses! all the girls and the guys want to be kisses on the forehead by asahi

after he hugs you the first time he gets hooked on it and the amount of times he’s surprised you with hugs is impressive

→ NISHINOYA YŪ

straddle hugs!

feels like running in a field of lavender

WHY HE SCREM #2

another one way past the excITED™ phase

hyperactive baby loves it when you run towards him and he has to catch you in his arms

insists on carrying you to class as you cling onto him

please don’t let him do that

pushed several people out of the way in hallways to get to you

got into a fight with a guy once

whenever you’re at home he’ll hold you in his lap all. the. time

makes you his personal pillow sometimes—squishes you regularly

pinches your sides. protect your sides at all times or get pinched, there’s no inbetween

his hugs are so full of love though, they’re warm and fuzzy and sometimes almost explosive

→ TANAKA RYŪNOSUKE

spinning hugs!

feels like watching a thunderstorm die down

WHY HE SCREM #3

worships the ground you walk on—

adores the way you start giggling when he grabs you and spins you around

kisses you at the same time, even when spinning, and that almost got you both in hospital a few times

daichi always grabs his collar to stop him from glomping you randomly in the hallway

he just wants to hold you forever >:(

→ ENNOSHITA CHIKARA

heart-to-heart hugs!

feels like seeing the sun peeking through the clouds after torrential rain

he’s so warm all the time like?? are you a heater or something??

jokes that you’re only dating him to stay warm on winter days—even though he’s the one who tells you to come over so he can wrap you in his coat while you wait for the bus to go home

he likes pressing you to his chest. your heartbeat is very comforting for him

you give him confidence with each hug! please wrap your arms around him and tell him he’s gonna do great before a game and watch him go wild!

kisses your cheeks. both of them everytime

→ HINATA SHŌYŌ

spinning hugs!

feels like winning a stuffed animal at a fair on your first try

excITED™

loves hugging you!

sunshine babyyy

another stronk boi that can and will lift a few times his weight because if it makes you happy, he’ll do it!

lives for your laugh. it motivates him to be his best version in all he does

holds your hand whenever he has the chance

kisses your knuckles before games, “for good luck”

→ KAGEYAMA TOBIO

side hugs!

feels like drinking a new beverage in a coffee shop and immediately getting hooked on it

honorary member of the excITED™ club

a little tamer than, say, tanaka, but still very much in love with you to the point he’ll hug you on instinct one day

it happened after a very tough game where karasuno managed to win after a lot of struggling

he just—wrapped his arm around your shoulders and kissed your temple

only realized he did that when kiyoko stopped tanaka and noya from pestering him about his lover

turned beet red and couldn’t look you in the eye for a week after the incident

→ TSUKISHIMA KEI

side hugs!

feels like a snowball fight

he’s a bit feral, forgive him

and a bit of an idiot because he doesn’t know how to handle emotions

in reality he’s just scared you won’t like his hugs so he’s snarky about it

please reassure him that you do, in fact, like his hugs—more than that, they’re your favorite thing (after his kisses)

tsukki.exe has stopped working

usually drapes an arm over your waist to guide you through crowds

buys you your favorite juice from the store on your way home as a thanks for being so patient with him while he processes his feelings

→ YAMAGUCHI TADASHI

heart-to-heart hugs!

feels like opening presents on Christmas day

another one who believes hugs are a very important act of bonding

will, however, let you hug him first

please hug him first he’s too shy to initiate physical contact

the most he did was hold your hand

sweet baby will hold your face in his hands and kiss your nose, then turn into a tomato

reciprocate and he’ll most likely faint

he loves you a lot and tries his best to express his feelings—through words and actions alike

taglist: @nakizumie; @lovelytarou; @risjime; @izhyperfixates; @kirakirasaku

#[ minty’s kitchen treats — sugar ]#haikyuu!!#haikyuu!! fluff #sawamura daichi x reader #sugawara kōshi x reader #azumane asahi x reader #nishinoya yū x reader #tanaka ryūnosuke x reader #ennoshita chikara x reader #hinata shōyō x reader #kageyama tobio x reader #tsukishima kei x reader #yamaguchi tadashi x reader

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pentacass · 1 year

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given how obsessive ves is about her appearance 24/7, after she gets comfy in their relationship and lets go, there are definitely moments when lana looks over - sees ves laid out on the couch like a truck ran her over, a vacant look in her eyes, no makeup hiding her eyebags nigh morphing into black holes, a dried smear of ice cream on her cheek from last night - and goes 'wow... you look like shit ❤️'

#it's the security of being loved for you. all of you. the good and the bad. the attractive and the ugly. the easy and the difficult.#but in joke form cos i have chronic 'makeitajokeitis'#swtor #lana beniko #vestra lenshe #yzstuff #yzswtor #listen i would love to write a proper fic that builds up their relationship and follows how it changes #but life took my energy n attention span out back and shot it ded so we're all left with puzzle pieces to fit together #*SCREM INTO PILLOW*

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todrokishoto · 3 years

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bnha boys x tickles

character(s): bakugou, deku, denki, kirishima, todoroki

warning(s): tickles, blood (nosebleed), swearing?

a/n: random idea i had. enjoy this hc/scenario thing while i work on some longer fics. p.s. i’ve never really written headcannons before so idk if i did it right lmao

B A K U G O U

mans isn’t ticklish

trained himself to tolerate it bc being ticklish is for the weak

won’t tell you that tho bc it’s a valid excuse sometimes ok??

like,,, let’s say you’re tracing mindless patterns on his abdomen right

the two of you are just lying on his bed in his dorm room

and while it might have been innocent enough on your part

he can’t help but be... flustered as your hand moves awfully close to the waistband of his pants

feeling his cheeks heat up, straight up refusing to let you see how much your touch affects him, he swats your hand away with a grunt

“that tickles, dumbass,” he huffs, his voice slightly strained. you pretend not to notice.

your eyebrows lift upward in surprise at his statement. not once had he ever mentioned he was ticklish. propping yourself up on your elbow, you let your eyes trail over his features, studying him.

his eyes are closed but only after mere seconds of feeling your gaze, they open back up. his crimson orbs stare into yours, neither one of you breaking the prolonged silence. you, frankly, didn’t want to. bakugou, on the other hand, refused to - fully aware his voice would betray him again.

he couldn’t believe he had just lied about being ticklish. but, letting you believe your soft touches had tickled him rather than admitting they made him feel things he know he shouldn’t seemed like the most logical option. yes. there was no way he’d reveal his less than innocent thoughts.

“what?” he grumbles, quirking a brow questioningly. “take a picture. it’ll last longer.”

you fish your phone out of your pocket, holding it up above him. “okay—”

your words turn into a squeal as he smacks the phone out of your hand and grabs your arm, pinning it above your head. he hovers above you, eyes full of mischievousness, his teeth exposed by the grin dancing on his lips. you stare back up at him, eyes wide, body tense as you attempt to gauge his next movements.

“how ‘bout a taste of your own medicine, huh? since you seem to find it so funny.”

and before you can protest, his fingertips dig into your sides, eliciting careless giggles from you as he tries his best to find your most ticklish spots.

K A M I N A R I

would tickle you on the daily just to hear your laugh

pls he’s a total sucker for your squealing giggles. they’re his favorite

this boy will find any excuse to tickle you; pinching your sides, blowing raspberries on your stomach while lying in your lap - you name it

one of his favorite ways is to use just a teeny tiny bit of his electricity, making the ticklish that much more unbearable

we all know his love language is physical touch, so he just can’t help himself really

but don’t even think about tickling him. boy will practically screm bloody murder and literally run away from you like a child running away from their parent when it’s time for bed

you’re bored. so bored, in fact, that you’re even thinking about purposefully provoking your boyfriend’s explosive friend just for some entertainment. you quickly scrap the idea, not feeling like being the target of his harsh words today.

your boredom quickly dissipates, however, as the yellow locks of your boyfriend come into view. he’s chatting animatedly with kirishima and sero, his back facing you. you put a finger to your lips as a pair of red eyes look at you curiously. luckily, the redhead understands and says nothing as you sneak up to the table they’re currently seated at.

“hey, babe!” you greet loudly, your voice dripping with fake innocence.

before he can turn around, your hands are at his sides, pinching and poking with all their might. an odd sound - something between a gasp and a grunt - escapes your boyfriend at the feeling and he flails his arms, desperately trying to escape your hold.

you underestimated just how ticklish your electric partner is, it seems. because before you can dodge it and sero can warn you, denki pushes his chair backward, knocking you over in the process. your boyfriend whips around immediately at the sound of your body colliding with the floor.

“oh my god, baby, i’m so sorry. i didn’t mean—” his apology trails off at the sound of your loud laughter.

you’re clutching your stomach with one hand, attempting (but to no avail) to silence your laughter with the other. denki rubs the back of his neck, eyes full of confusion, while he tries to regain his breath from your surprise attack. once again, he catches you off-guard as he crouches down next to you, his fingers finding your tickle spot with ease.

your laughter gets louder and he smirks. “not so funny now, is it?”

K I R I S H I M A

mans has a hardening quirk

aka he can just harden his skin, so tickling him is basically impossible

once in awhile, when he knows you just want revenge for the times you’ve been tickled by him, he won’t activate his power

but still, he barely chuckles, which makes you frustrated™

he doesn’t really tickle you on purpose that often tho bc that’s not manly

will tickle you accidentally while rubbing your arms or breathing on your neck while cuddling

you’ll squirm in his hold and he will just apologize with a laugh and hold you tighter

you sigh, shuffling ever-so-slightly, stuck within your boyfriend’s tight grasp. the two of you had been cuddling on one of the sofas in the common room, but he had succumbed to his exhaustion and had fallen asleep next to you.

normally, this wouldn’t be a problem. you had no issue being his pillow once in awhile and his cute, little snores made it impossible for you to wake him. today, however, he had fallen asleep in the crook of your neck and his soft breaths were tickling you. with every exhale, your body tensed as you tried your best to remain still.

“kiri,” you whisper, his nickname slipping past your lips with gentleness. “babe, wake up.”

he stirs at the sound of your voice, his breathing halting momentarily. you wait in suspense but he only buries his face further into your neck, a long breath fanning against your exposed skin. you squirm instinctively. your movements must have alerted something in him because he begins shuffling shortly after.

you can’t see his face but you can tell by his breathing that he’s slowly but surely waking up. you practically hold your breath, praying that he will move before you have to voice your discomfort. unfortunately, luck isn’t on your side it seems.

“kiri, i love you, but please move,” you plead, pushing against his chest softly. his red eyes are filled with confusion as he props himself up to look at you. “you’ve been tickling my neck for the past fifteen minutes. i was going insane.”

he pouts then. “aw, babe, you should’ve told me. you could’ve woken me up, y’know?”

“yeah, i know,” you sigh, rubbing your neck where his breathing had been just a few seconds prior. “i just didn’t want to wake you, is all. you’re so cute when you sleep.”

“you’re cuter,” he quips enthusiastically, poking your nose with his index finger. “okay, your turn to cuddle me instead. i’m not ticklish so lay wherever you want.”

M I D O R I Y A

i feel like this broccoli bean would be ticklish everywhere?

either that or he’s not ticklish at all

maybe his body’s been beaten so many times that his nerve-endings are either overly sensitive or they barely feel anything

idk™ BUT

sweet, freckled little izuku would also not tickle you without consent

we stan a respective king

he would be so careful to apply a little bit of a firmer pressure to not tickle you

sweetie had been to flustered to ask if you were ticklish when you first started dating and it was too late to ask now

you’re sitting next to him on the gras outside of the doors, relishing the feeling of the nice evening air against your skin. the two of you are chatting mindlessly. well, izuku’s doing most of the talking and you’re mainly listening, but you don’t mind at all.

his arm is grasped between your two hands as you gently trace the scattered freckles and scars adorning his skin. he had been so flustered when you had grabbed it, unable to will the redness away from his cheeks. you had only giggled in response.

izuku didn’t know why you seemed to be so fascinated by his scars. you had always asked questions about them, wondering if he remembered where he got them. always made sure to call him handsome on days where he was particularly bothered by the markings on his body.

he loved it. he loved you.

but as your continue to trace them, your touch featherlight, he can’t help the shiver that runs down his spine. he squirms, his hand clenching together and forming a fist. you take notice and halt your actions immediately. he turns to look at you, meeting your wide eyes.

“did i do something wrong?” you ask quietly, feeling the guilt claw its way to your chest.

“no!” he practically shouts, his voice a few octaves higher than normal. he clears his throat. “n-no, you didn’t. it’s just that... heh. i’m, uh, kind of sensitive in certain spots, i guess? and while i really don’t mind you touching my scars, you were so gentle and i-i just... it tickled.”

his chin tilts toward the floor, his bashful gaze flickering away from yours. you notice the pink dusting across his freckled cheeks but decide not to point it out, desperate to make your boyfriend feel at ease again.

“zuku, say that next time! i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to tickle you. i didn’t even know you were ticklish, to be honest.”

he rubs his neck, peering over at you once again. he grins sheepishly. “i-i never told you, i guess. usually, i’m able to resist the urge to squirm, um, like that.”

“you’re so cute!” you gush, grabbing ahold of his hand once again. “i’m ticklish too, y’know. but i’ll let you find my tickle spots on your own.”

and, for the umpteenth time that night, your boyfriend blushes as he thinks about exploring your body to find your very own tickle spots.

T O D O R O K I

we all know he had a shitty childhood fck u endeavor

he never had tickle fights with his parents or siblings when he was little

so poor bby probably doesn’t even know he’s ticklish until you accidentally find his weak spot one day

let’s say you’re both cuddling in your bed right?? and things are getting a little heated

so,,, you detach your lips from his, placing a kiss on his cheek, then his jaw, then his neck

and let me tell you - this poor boy doesn’t know what to do

he tenses up immediately, slamming his chin down to protect his exposed neck, his jaw banging against your nose in the process

“y/n!” he calls out immediately, chest heaving, his body still tense as if on high alert. he reaches out to you when he spots you holding your nose, your brows furrowed in discomfort. “i’m so sorry. i don’t— are you alright?”

you nod, releasing a hum to confirm your response. your nose is throbbing, but when you open your eyes and meet shoto’s wide bicolored ones, your pain subsides quickly. poor boy looks so helpless - torn between reaching out for you and distancing himself.

“hey, sho, it’s okay. i’m alright,” you remove your hand clutching your nose to shoot him a smile but you stop midway, noticing the crimson liquid on your palm.

“you’re bleeding,” your boyfriend observes quietly, the guilt obvious in his voice. “i hurt you. i’m so sorry. i... what you did made me feel weird and my body just reacted. i, uh, i’m sorry.”

he scrambles out of your bed, reaching for the box of tissues he knows you have stashed in your desk. he hands you a handful of them, awkwardly lingering by the foot of the bed as you wrap the paper over your nose, clamping your fingers shut around it.

you shake your head with a gentle laugh. “sho, it’s okay. i didn’t know you were ticklish there. i can’t really control what my body does when i’m tickled either, so i don’t blame you.”

“ticklish?” he repeats aloud, almost as if testing out the word.

you nod, the innocence of your boyfriend once again surprising you. you feel your heart ache slightly at the thought of him not knowing what the action is. had nobody ever touched him enough for him to find his tickle spots?

“yeah. most people are ticklish somewhere on their body. usually either on their waist, their armpits, feet or neck - like you. it’s normal. typically, when people are touched where they’re ticklish, they’ll squirm and laugh.”

he nods and you remain quiet as he processes the information. then, much to your bewilderment, he leans forward and grabs ahold of your side with his fingertips. he pinches gently and you jerk, narrowing your eyes at your boyfriend smiling harmlessly.

“so, is that your tickle spot, then?”

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beelzebubisbestwaifu · 4 years

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How the demons are friends with MC as well as being their partner.

Lucifer:

“MC I know you replaced my coffee with hot soy sauce. Don’t do this again I just got over the trauma of last time.”

Mom Friend™ all the time.

“WallMall: All mall no wall” “* W H E E Z I N G *”

Just sorta lets MC be a chaotic dumbass sometimes.

Mammon:

Two idiots screaming in unison.

“I’m gonna cover my face in rhinestones.” “Do it bitch”

Just general dumbassary.

MC buys a backpack leash for Mammon and he actually wears it to humor them.

Leviathan:

“MC lets take quizzes to see which (insert anime here) character we’d be most compatible with.”

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Quoting memes at each other aggressively.

“I lost (MC/Leviathan)....*screams*” “*screams back from across the supermarket*”

Satan:

Building forts in random parts of the house to piss off the other brothers.

Pranking Lucifer together like a couple of gremlins.

“Ur like a dragon.” “*offended* go on???” “U screm loud.”

“Don’t be a bitch” “too late”

Asmodeus

“Did u borrow my heels?” “they make my ass look good.”

Mani-Pedi nights and general “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun” Nonesense.

Real talk 25/8

Shares skincare tips and random self-care stuffs.

Beelzebub:

“Dare me to eat this whole pizza in one bite.”

Bench presses MC when they have stupid debates.

Worried chats about the health of the other bois, its very “We’re middle-aged women in a coffee shop”

Just making loud noises at each other instead of talking.

Belphegor:

Finding random not-normal places to sleep to see who’s better at uncomfortable-place-sleeping

Pillow f i g h t s at incredibly random times.

“So stabbing isnt a normal greeting??” “No”

Yelling random shite at Lucifer to see who’s faster at running away.

Diavolo:

Friendship bracelets.

“This bitch empty” “Y E E T”

“KISS MY ROYAL ASS U PEASANTS” “MC pls we’re just getting ice cream.”

Texting using only obscure stickers and emojis

#obey me #obey me x reader #swd #shall we date

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pastelsandhazelnutcoffee · 3 years

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Random vocabulary German - English

Inspired by AHS 1.02

jemanden retten - to save someone

die Quelle - source

bluten - to bleed

die Krankenschwester - nurse

etwas verschlimmern - to make something worse

sich vorstellen - to imagine

sich ausziehen - to strip

die Jungfrau - virgin

jemanden erstechen - to stab someone

das Telefon läutet - the phone rings

schrumpfen - shrink

wichsen (coll.) - to jerk off

trösten - to comfort

die Sehkraft - vision

das Massaker, das Blutbad - carnage

der Gedanke - thought

der Sex - sex

der Geschlechtsverkehr - sexual intercourse

die Zeit ist um - the time is up

mit etwas anfangen - to take something up

angreifen - to attack

menschlich - human

die Sonnenbrille - sunglasses

der Schnitt - cut

der Hut - hat

weiß werden - to turn white

sich fürchten - fear

jemandem in die Augen sehen - to look someone in the eye

der Alarm - alarm

die Einbruchsicherung - burglary prevention device

einbrechen - to break in, to burgle

die Polizei rufen - to call the police

etwas schultern - to shoulder something

hinterhertrotten - to tag along after someone

erbrechen - to vomit

die Übelkeit - nausea

jemandem folgen - to follow somebody

der Aufzug - elevator

die Invasion - invasion

abhacken - to chop something off

etwas in zwei Teile hacken - to chop something in half

sich winden - to squirm

jemanden belästigen - to molest

der Missbrauch - abuse

missbrauchen - to abuse

unterdrücken - to surpress

der Stumpf - stump

etwas stilllegen - to shut something down

eigenartig - weird

die Gabe - gift

der/das Kiefer - jaw

schmecken - to taste

gewalttätig - violent

die Magenverstimmung - stomach upset

innere Blutungen - internal bleeding

spucken - to spit

laufen gehen - to go for a run

untreu sein - to be unfaithful

ehrwürdig - honorable

jemanden belohnen - to treat somebody

Selbstmord begehen - to commit suicide

jemanden anflehen - to beg someone

über jemanden richten - to judge somebody

das Friedensangebot - peace offering

stören - to disturb

der Schlummer - slumber

der*die Mexikaner*in - mexian

der Markt - market

der Sonnenuntergang - sundown

die Blume - flower

das Trüffelschwein - truffle pig

die Pheromone - pheromones

etwas austeilen - to hand something to somebody

eine Schwäche für etwas haben - to be a sucker for

jemandem den Rücken zudrehen - to turn ones back on somebody

der Mutterleib - womb

verflucht - cursed

das Ebenbild von - the spitting image of

eine große Menge - a great deal of

besonders - in particular

jemanden beleidigen - affront

die Perfektion - perfection

körperlich - physical

etwas Teilen - to split something

die Krümel - crumbs

jemanden anstellen - to employ somebody

abstauben - dusting

der Sinn für Humor - sense of humor

die Freude - delight

das Versprechen - promise

großer Kummer, Herzeleid [old] - heartbreak

kandiert - candied

abhängen (coll.) - to hang out

die Hausaufgabe - homework

die Statistik - statistics

das Mindeste was man tun kann - the least one can do

die Unterstützung - support

etwas sollte nicht sein - something was not meant to be

die Gnade - grace

die Reife - maturity

Machst du Witze? / Willst du mich verarschen? (coll.) - Are you kidding me?

Immer mit der Ruhe! - Take it easy.

verletzt sein - to be hurt

jemanden hereinlassen - to let someone in

Hilfe holen - to get help

der Türspion - spyhole

altmodisch - vintage

das Handy, das Mobiltelephon - cellphone

die Magenschmerzen - stomachache

das Bettgeflüster - pillow talk

die Schönheit - beauty

der Wandschrank/der Abstellraum - closet

der Schrei - scream

schreien - to screm

Hilfe holen - to get help

die Axt - axe

die Badewanne - bathtub

die Blutspur - blood trail

jemanden fesseln - to chain someone

sich verkleiden - to dress up

die Schaufel - shovel

das Bleichmittel - bleach

der Patient - patient

entkommen - to escape

#german vocabulary #german #german langblr #langbrlr #german voc #german vocs #german vocabulary list

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