Every Nanami Headcannons Post I See Is Like “nanami Is A Provider, Nanami Is A Breadwinner...”

Nanami if he stayed true to his emo era

punk 🔴

ac: kimmy

I have a new obsession

NSFW

"What are you doing? It's two in the morning, doll," Toji's voice drawls out, sleep morphing his voice into something quiet and gravelly.

You pause the show you have playing on your phone and look up at Toji, who's leaning against the dining room entryway. He has two random clumps of his hair sticking out, his eyes are slightly puffy with sleep, and there's this pout on his face that just pieces it all together.

"I woke up and wanted something sweet. I had a bite of cake and an orange. Well, two oranges," you say, giving him a glimpse of the progress you've made on the second one. He hums and goes quiet, groggily watching you continue to eat the fruit. "Go back to sleep, baby," you coo. "I'll head back in a few minutes."

"Come back, now. I'm tired," Toji says, crossing his arms over his chest. He really looks like the grumpiest of bears.

You chuckle at the almost whiny sound in his voice. "Five minutes."

"No. Too long."

"Three minutes?" You counteroffer.

Toji shakes his head. "No, baby. Now."

"But..." you hold up your remaining two pieces of orange.

"Finish up. I'm waiting on you."

You sigh and stuff the two pieces of orange in your mouth, before standing up to wash your hands.

You follow behind Toji as he leads you through the dark hallway, back to the bedroom. He waits for you to walk in before shutting the door and joining you on his side of the bed. Immediately, he tries to steal all your warmth, because the sheets and the blanket feel cold on his naked torso and his legs. He buries his face in the crook of your neck and throws an arm over your chest, while his legs trap one of yours between them. He's all consuming.

"Why'd you get out of bed?" You murmur, stroking the back of his head. Toji lets out a quiet grunt, falling silent, again, after. You smile and stop talking so that he can go back to sleep. You bring your phone up and start scrolling through your socials, only to earn another quiet, but more disapproving grunt. "Sorry," your whisper, turning down the brightness of your screen.

"Turn it off, ma. It's too early for you to be awake," Toji chides.

"But I can't go back to sleep. I'm not tired," you explain.

"I can put you down. Just turn it off, alright?"

You sigh, defeatedly, and turn your screen off, before setting it on your nightstand.

"Turn onto your side," Toji tiredly mumbles, instructing you so that he can turn as well and spoon you. His arm goes over your waist and below your shirt to caress the bare skin of your tummy. His thumb slowly strokes your soft skin, moving back and forth in a soothing manner. "Relax," he says, coaxing a relieved sigh out of you. "There you go. You've got sugar in your system, now, ma. It might take a little longer to get you to sleep."

"Sorry," you mumble into your pillow. Your eyes don't feel heavy and you don't feel the least bit sluggish. It always feels nice to have Toji rub your tummy, and this method of getting you to sleep is ninety-nine point nine percent effective, the point one percent being this time.

"I don't think me rubbing your stomach is gonna save you this time," Toji says, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. He gets a quiet, disappointed sigh from you, followed by silence. He doesn't want you to feel bad. You're not the first person ever to wake up craving something so badly that it doesn't let you stay asleep, and tummy rubs aren't the only method he uses to help you get to sleep. "Want me to go down there and make it all better?" He murmurs.

"You need to sleep, too," you say, considering his own tiredness.

"I'll sleep just fine without you tossing and turning all night. Let me help you."

So, you do. You let him go under the blanket and pull your shorts and underwear down, both in one go. You feel his lips on your thighs, slowly making their way towards the part of you that very quickly grew needy, and once his tongue makes contact with you, your first instinct is to bend your knees and plant your feet on the mattress.

"Relax, baby," Toji says, under the blanket. His hands push on your thighs so that your legs go down, again. "Don't tense up too much. We're getting you to sleep, 'kay?"

"Sorry," you mumble, shutting your eyes to allow yourself to focus on the way Toji's mouth works on you. His hands stay on your thighs and rub your skin, soothingly, with the same gentleness he uses for the tummy rubs he gives you.

All that can be heard as Toji builds you up through the quietness of the night, are your soft breaths and the rustling of sheets, as you squirm and slightly arch off the bed. His tongue offers gentle licks to your clit, before he envelops the sensitive bud with his lips and starts suckling on it. Every time your legs go up, he hums against your cunt and pushes them back down, and it keeps going this way until he's had enough. You don't listen and he's corrected you multiple times, so he had to resort to locking your thighs in place with his arms.

"T-Toji," you whimper out, writhing under him and the relentlessness flicking of his tongue. "Please- Please?"

"Shh... I know, baby," he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your cunt, before continuing.

Your legs are quivering and it's so hard to lie still when you've been edged and denied of your orgasm three times, now—all work done by solely his mouth. His soft, warm tongue has been lapping at you for long enough to have thin strings of your arousal and his saliva connecting you to him, even for a mere second, before those strings snap.

It doesn't take much more than Toji sucking on your over sensitive clit for a couple seconds, for you to finally get that powerful orgasm you've been grasping, but never fully reaching. Your toes curl, your hips roll against the mattress as your back arches off the bed, and you gasp sharply, a sound that leads the rest of your sounds of pleasure out, as Toji helps you ride out the sensation. While, normally, he would be a little mean and overstimulate you, even just the slightest bit, he opts out of it, this time, because the purpose of this from the start was to get you to sleep, and based off the sounds you made, Toji knows you're going to sleep so good.

Once you've calmed down, your breathing steadied and your body still on the bed—now entirely relaxed—Toji cleans you up with his tongue. Slow, gentle strokes, because despite this act of kindness being for you to achieve rest, he can't—doesn't want to—waste your sweet essence.

When he's done, he slides your underwear back on and uses your shorts to wipe his face, before tossing them somewhere behind him on the bed. Toji peeks out from under the blanket and takes in your peaceful expression. Your eyes are shut, not a crease in your brows, and your breaths come softly through your nose. This is it.

He tries to be as careful as possible when crawling back up to his side of the bed, not wanting to wake you up after just getting you to sleep. It seems like the coast is clear when his head hits his pillow and he carefully shifts so that he can watch you until he falls asleep. Then, he sees you stir and he starts thinking that maybe the orgasm didn't fully wear you out, but just left you dazed. He doesn't say anything when you briefly open your eyes to look at him, but when you lean in to leave a chaste kiss on his lips, he's furthermore silenced. Immediately after, you bury your face in his chest and doze off for sure, this time. Toji coils around you and instantly returns to his all consuming way of sleeping with you.

This definitely happened.

Natasha Romanoff : I can explain.

Steve Rogers : Can you?

Natasha Romanoff : If you give me thirty seconds to think of a lie.

Satoru would DEF be the type to carry his baby everywhere, showing his baby off to anyone he comes across. He’d be like Peter Parker with Mayday in Across the Spiderverse and nobody can convince me otherwise.

He’d carry his baby through the halls of Jujutsu High, bring them to class and training, and have his baby in a carrier during missions (ofc you have no idea about this).

“Hey everyone, look! He’s so sleepy! Isn’t he so cute? Here, let me show you guys some pictures-“

And a choir of groans from his students can he heard after he shows is camera roll filled with photos of his baby and you 🩵🤍

Peter is so smart for that

Jarvis accidentally showing a video of Bucky blowing your back out

please i just happened to check this whilst watching flying circus and we gotta stop for a minute x (also changed to F.R.I.D.A.Y cause rip in peace jarvie-babes)

“I think we all have room to improve on our tactics.” Steve spoke, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair.

You let out a long sigh, still twirling your hair around your fingers. You stretched your legs out and lay them across Bucky’s lap, your boyfriend smiling at you and rubbing his hands along your shins.

Another mission always meant another hour long debrief about where you could all do better. It always ended up in a pissing contest among the men, who thought they always did a fantastic job and never wanted hear otherwise.

“Yes, but you especially after you nearly blew our cover.” Tony pointed an accusatory finger at the Captain.

“Why do you always have to bring blame into this? That isn’t what these meetings are about and besides, I did nothing-”

“Don’t you dare say you did nothing wrong beca-”

And here we go again. It’d be short time before Sam got involved, which always got Rhodey involved and then Clint would have his say. Bucky learned pretty early on that if he kept quiet, he got a reward afterwards. 

You tipped your head back, silently waiting for your queue to leave this hell hole of a meeting. You turned to see Wanda giving you a sympathetic smile, rolling her eyes and making you giggle.

“Well if you really think you’re God, then lets have a look at the footage my suit picked up.” Tony announced, picking the remote off the table and pointing it at the big screen.

“Please, go ahead!” Steve countered, turning to face the front.

You all picked up your heads, ready to see something that’d break up the monotonous path this meeting was seeming to take.

Tony pressed the button on the remote once, and nothing happened. He pressed it again and the screen lit up but it wasn’t doing what it should’ve. There was a crackle of static and Tony shot a confused look.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y, can you play the data from the earliest video file?”

“Sorry, sir I’m just having trouble locating that file.”

“It should be the file last opened on the system, just open that one.”

The screen rebooted itself and finally the video file opened. There was a time-stamp counting up in the bottom left hand corner, showing the time of 11.34pm. The mission definitely happened in the light of day?

The screen stayed black and Tony gave another puzzled glance at his own technology. 

“F.R.I.D.A.Y, what is-”

He was cut off by the video shifting and everyone lent in to focus on what was happening.

Bucky knelt behind you, pushing you down onto the bed and moving your thighs apart with his knee. He ran a long finger over your asshole and down to press against your clit. The side of your face stayed pressed into the mattress, gripping hard on the sheets with your hands.

“My pretty baby ready to get fucked?”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Good girl.”

He stroked his length behind you, the sound driving you wild. If you could’ve clamped your thighs together, you would’ve. He knew nothing made you hotter than the view of him touching himself.

He lined himself up with your entrance, feeling the wetness collected there. With one long stroke, he filled you right to the top. You let out a guttural cry, mouth dropping open against the silk sheets.

Bucky’s fingers gripped your thighs as he delivered relentless thrusts. The headboard collided loudly with the wall, letting the person on the other side know how good you were getting it.

Your man was merciless, knowing how much you loved it when he went hard and fast and never let up. Metal fingers were dancing around your clit, his name leaving your lips a thousand times over.

“That’s it, open that pretty pussy for your daddy.”

As soon as it registered with you all as to what you were watching, Bucky was up like a flash. He took your legs off his lap and about dived across the table. He snatched the remote from Tony and shut the whole thing off, ripping the plug from the wall for good measure.

You sat in your chair with your face in your hands, silently willing the ground to swallow you up. The room was in stunned silence, nobody quite knowing what the fuck to say.

They had all been treated to an eyeful of you getting your back blown out. You peaked through your fingers, trying to gauge the reaction. It varied quite a lot. Everyone had a face of shock and confusion. All except Wanda and Sam who were grinning like idiots. Oh, and Bruce who looked flustered and red cheeked.

You could hear Bucky’s breathing as he tried to calm himself down, his hand firm on the small of your back. Bucky couldn’t believe everyone had seen his girl like that, only he got to see you in those most intimate moments.

You uncovered your face, looking around your crew in hopes somebody might be able to save you from this actual nightmare you were living in. You locked eyes with Peter Parker, trying to give you a kind smile in the midst of it all. You smiled back right as his face changed to quizzical.

Tony cleared his throat to try and segway onto something different but was cut off by his own recruit. 

“Mr. Stark,” Peter piped up from down the back. “Can I just ask why that was the last file you had open?”

Oh my god the twist 😟😟😟

A Fine Line*

Pairings: Reader x Steve Rogers Summary: Steve doesn’t know when the friendship became something more, but now you’re in front of him, dripping with need and the rain has come for you both. A/N: NSFW Sex-Pollen, Super-Soldier, Super-Smut!! Angst at the end. Warnings: Dub-con. Hurt. Twist at the end please don’t read this if you are unsure of any of these warnings.

Tony quirks an eyebrow over to your spot at the conference table when he walks in. You’re there early, hands over your lap, legs crossed underneath. It’s quite a sight, he thinks, coming from a woman who can hardly be bothered to exit a burning building.

It’s eight-thirty. The fact that you are the first to be in the conference room raises all his red flags. He tugs his lavender glasses up and down his nose bridge just to make sure he’s not hallucinating. The frown he sports stretches lower until it melts into his well-groomed beard.

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MY JAW DROPPED TO HELLLL

I’m nervous to ask this, but was Choso using the conditioner on his pubes??

You should be scared…because it wasn’t what he was doing with the conditioner but rather to the bottle containing conditioner……

CAPITAL B CAPITAL O CAPITAL A CAPITAL F ....

BOAF

....both?

BOAF

THERES SUM WH0RES IN THIS HOUSE

Like doja cat said ..dem nose ..dem nose gotta be my seat

My heart can't take this

Hey so I'm new to the whole 'requesting' thing. Anyways I have an option Bucky has a secret girlfriend. This'll take place between post-Winter soldier and post- civil war. Team cap has to go somewhere and Bucky wants to say goodbye to someone. Once they reach the readers and her and buck do some sort of act of love (hug, somethin special) and the team realizes that it's his girlfriend Thanks doll🖖✌️

Secret Girlfriend

A/N: This was a super cute idea 

Warnings: soft!bucky

Words: 1k

“Who’s he talking to? I thought we were his only friends?” Sam questioned, looking back as Bucky picked up his phone and left the room. Steve’s eyes following Bucky’s movements as he slowly paced the hallway.

“I don’t know,” Steve shrugged, returning to packing his suitcase.

“I’m leaving for three weeks- tonight actually,” Bucky’s smile gets smaller as he informs you that you’d be without him for an extended amount of time. You stayed quiet, not knowing how to respond. You knew that stuff like this would happen when dating an avenger. Having to leave at a moment’s notice to save the world, there was a part of you that wished Bucky would have stayed. Coming up with an excuse to not go, but that would only bring an unnecessary concern to Steve.

“We got the orders a couple of hours ago; I wish I didn’t have to go.” Bucky huffs.

“Is there a way that I can see you before? Just to say goodbye?” You managed to hold back the tears. This would be the first time Bucky will be gone this long. 

          The two of you met just after he returned from Wakanda. You were working at the coffee shop he would stop by every morning. While making friendly conversation with you, he began to know you better, leading Bucky to feel comfortable enough to ask you to dinner. Of course, you said yes.

That was almost five months ago. Bucky having his own place, allowed him to be able to keep this part of his life private. It’s not that he didn’t want them to know, but it was something that he wanted to be sure of before sharing. You were also the only thing at the moment that wasn’t filled with history or was work-related. You had been his get-away from the fast-paced life of avenging.

“Yes, I’ll come by before I leave. Will you be home in an hour?” He asks, Bucky knew he needed to see you beforehand and a phone call wasn’t going to cut it.

“I’ll be at work, but you can still stop by. I’ll take my fifteen when you come in.” You respond eagerly. This gave Bucky a good excuse to stop before leaving for Germany.

“Perfect. I’ll see you soon, Darling.” His smile reappearing. “I’ll see you soon, just text me before you get here, bye Buck.” You hang up and start to get ready for your shift.

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