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anonymous asked:

So, I really love hugs. HCs about Akira's hugs?

  • Seems like he’s be stiff when hugging but that’s far from the truth (if you’re close to him)
  • Actually very affectionate when it comes to hugs; he doesn’t give them to everyone
  • Is also kind of picky when hugging people, like if you’re randomly asking for a hug in a shopping mall he’s probably going to turn you down but if you ask him for a hug when at LeBlanc, he’s probably going to say yes
  • Absolutely loves to rest his head on you somehow, whether it be on the top of your head or your shoulder, Akira loves to have that support on him
  • He also really loves it if you smell of something nice, like tea or chocolate, or perfume
  • You both share the duty of initiating hugs, especially after learning each other’s boundaries
  • His arms are usually around your waist during a hug, instead of your chest or neck
  • If you let him, he’d fall asleep in your arms because this boy needs to rest
  • If he falls asleep when hugging you, his arms won’t budge. It’s like they’re made of metal. You can’t really complain though because it’s such a nice feeling to be encircled in his arms.
  • Akira’s hugs are honestly just super nice and warm that it’s hard not to get addicted to them
  • The only thing that tops his hugs are his kisses tbh
  • Give him lots of hugs and let him hug you please this boy needs in (in private though!!)

anonymous asked:

Maybe there's candles around making it romantic. Giving each other massages.

His hands working on the small knots in your shoulders, and it feels so good. You hum from pleasure as your eyes roll back.

“Let me massage you now.”

You turn around to Harry, his cheeks are all rosy and wet strands of hair over his face. He gives you a tired smile, his eyes trying so hard to keep open.

“Turn around.” You try and nudge him, but he doesn’t budge. He just sits there, skin all rosy, looking so relaxed.

“Yeh look so beautiful like this, yeh know tha’?”

okay but like waking up next to Harry one cold morning, feeling his arms wrapped around you and just his body heat keeping you all warm inside and out. You’d try to get up the bed, but he’d groan and hold you even tighter, falling back towards his chest with an umph escaping your lips. “You’re not going anywhere,” he’d say in his deep, throaty morning voice. “But Harry I need to shower now,” you’d whine and try again, but he’s not budging, “Just a mo’, love.” You’d feel him kiss on your shoulder and neck, slowly smiling as he reached your ear to whisper good morning to you, turning you around and pressing a soft kiss on your lips. And of course that kiss will turn deeper and wilder as your tongues dance together, and his fingers pressing on your waist and the back of your neck. He’d pull away with a grin, pat you in the bum and say, “Okay now you can go.” knowing full well that he’s gotten you hot and bothered already. 

merry christmas from nina and benny!!!

(((alternatively, if youre not celebrating, heres benny using a seasonal plant to get kisses from his favourite lady)))

It’s a [Tinder] Date! (Part 1/3)

Summary: Thinking he needs to find a date, Natasha signs Steve up to Tinder. In Queens, Peter Parker does the same to you. It’s a match! 

Word Count: 1,723

A/N: This is already planned out and written (in my head). I loved writing this.

Originally posted by imaginingbucky


Nat raised a brow, a mysterious curve to her smile. Steve was immediately suspicious. He felt his shoulders stiffen and his back straighten. He knew he looked like he had a stick up his ass, but he couldn’t help himself. Not when Natasha looked like the cat that had eaten the canary, and wanted to get caught.

“You left your phone on the coffee table,” she said. Her tone was relaxed, which made Steve more nervous.

His eyes narrowed. “What did you do, Romanoff?” he questioned, broad arms crossing over an equally-broad chest.

She merely shrugged before she turned her right-hand palm-up and relaxing it. Steve’s phone was revealed. “See for yourself.”

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Shapely🍑

Summary: Bucky and Steve will never let you know that they’re the heads of your booty’s fanclub.

Authors note: It was so hard to find old timey slang for butt. Like we have so many words now I was surprised lmao.

Warnings: None, Bucky and Steve appreciating that cake


  Your jeans only make it halfway up your thighs before they refuse to budge. You groan.

‘And this was my favorite pair too’

You sigh, before peeling off the jeans and rooting around in your dresser for something that you can wear. You never were the skinniest person, especially when it came to your hips and thighs. But then again you never were exactly bootylicious either. So when you became a SHEILD agent you thought your body would kinda slim down into a  svelte mass of lean, toned muscle like the other female agents.

 Boy were you wrong. 

You gained muscle, and a lot of it too. Every single inch of you had at least some definition and your thighs had bulked up considerably. As for your butt….You sneak a peek at it in the mirror ‘I swear it gets bigger every day’ . Since you had joined the Avengers last year and your training had gotten even more intense you swear your booty had doubled in size. Your body was very… in your face nowadays. Wanda kindly described you as ‘shapely’. You pull out a pair of denim shorts that have some slight stretch to them.

You look at yourself in the mirror sighing. ‘ If I get anymore shapely I’m gonna have to buy an entire new wardrobe.’ 


“Pal, why is ya oatmeal always so…” Steve makes a face “…Soggy?”

Bucky and Steve are sitting eating breakfast, at a table that’s situated slightly back and across from the kitchen, next to an open door. Bucky snorts.

“It’s oatmeal Steve, it’s supposed to be soggy.” Steve rolls his eyes but takes another bite of his oatmeal, making a mental note to make breakfast himself the next morning.

Bucky lets out a soft, low whistle. Steve turns his his head, slowly. He knows what that whistle means. He watches as you enter from the other side of the room, cross the kitchen and start rifling in the cabinets. Or rather he watches your ass cross the kitchen and start rifling in the cupboards. You Steve, and Bucky were pretty good friends. You had surprisingly befriended Bucky first, and then Steve. Bucky had been making a good recovery, but was still kind of shy, except around Steve and Sam, and then you. Your sense of humor and openness kind of disarmed him. The three of you would always hang out, watch movies, and talk about anything and everything. But the one thing that Bucky and Steve would never mention is that they both agreed that you by far had the best body they had ever seen. And they were low-key its fan club. The super soldier’s eyes track you as you gather your cup of tea and cheese danish in one hand and exit the room.

“Now ain’t that a beautiful sight to see in the morning?” Bucky says, smirking and sipping his coffee. 

“Yes,” Steve smirks back “As I always say,the lady is truly blessed.”

“Amen.” Bucky says raising his coffee mug. “I mean have you ever seen such beautiful gams on a dame?”

“No,”  Steve pushes back his bowl of soggy oatmeal and crosses his arms over his chest. A devious grin forms on his face. “But that’s not the only thing that’s beautiful.”

Bucky’s grin widens to epic shit eating proportions. “True, Y/N’s a bit broad in the beam, ain’t she?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

 Your voice coming from behind them nearly stops both super soldier’s hearts. They turn, mouths slack, to find you standing in the doorway behind their table, tea and cheese danish in one hand, the other perched on your hip.

“Ah-um-I-um” Steve splutters, unable to form words. Bucky, on the other hand, decides distraction is the best course of action.

“Y/N! Sugar, sweetheart, you look lovely today. How’s that cheese danish? I heard the weather’s going to be nice , maybe we should go to the park?” He exclaims, red slowly creeping up his neck until his whole face is scarlet. You silently look from Steve to Bucky. ‘Well if they’re not gonna spill, Google will’

You pull out your phone and look at it. “Well looks like I have somewhere to be so I’ll see you boys later.”

You turn, hearing twin goodbye’s being called out after you, with at least one voice cracking in the middle.


You retreat back your room and fire up your laptop. Bucky and Steve were always using obscure old timey slang that no one understood. ‘they better haven’t been throwing shade…’ you shake your head. It seemed like they were talking about something physical about you, and not in a bad way. You feel warm and kind of insecure at the same time. You couldn’t deny that the two super soldiers were very attractive.

You open google and type “gams meaning” into the search engine.


gam

/ɡam/

noun,informal

plural noun: gams

  1. a leg, especially in reference to the shapeliness of a woman’s leg.

A giggle escapes your mouth. ‘oh my’ you think.

You type the next phrase into Google, and click on the phrase dictionary that comes up.


Broad in the beam

Meaning:

Having wide hips or buttocks


You stare at the screen for a moment and then  recall the overheard conversation. Your mouth falls open as you choke out a laugh ‘Oh my god’


Later that day you find Bucky,Steve and Sam sitting outside. You join them, and they all greet you, but you notice Bucky isn’t looking you in the eye and Steve’s ears are pink. Sam doesn’t seem to notice the tension and dives into a story about sweeping a girl off her feet in the local coffee shop.

“…then she gave me her number.”

“That’s great!” Steve says “You gonna take her out soon?”

“Yeah this weekend”

“That is great,” Bucky smiles “What does she look like?” he asks curiously.

“Man she had the cutest laugh, and those dimples…” Sam pauses, smiling to himself. “She had short dark hair, and was so curvy…..like damn.” Everyone chuckles a bit at this, and after the chuckles stop you pipe up.

“Curvy? Sam get with the times, you don’t call women curvy anymore, its called being broad in the beam.” You say and smirk at the two super soldiers. They promptly turn bright red, Bucky choking a little bit. Sam whips his head back and forth between the three of you.

“Am I missing something?” he asks.

 Steve clears his throat, holding out his hands imploringly.

“Y/n, sugar, listen. I can explain”


tags: @stephie-senpai @chamongangae

@iamwarrenspeace
I miss your arms
And your chest—
My favorite pillow.
I miss being able to lean up
And capture your soft lips.
I miss your fluffy hair,
Running my fingers through it.
I miss your strength,
How you don’t budge,
Your protectiveness.
I miss how messy
My hair always gets,
And smelling like sex.
I miss the way you look at me,
The way you smile at me,
The way you hold my hand.
Always tight, intimate, close.
I miss my little crevice,
Being engulfed,
Laughing,
Sitting on your lap.
God, I miss it all so much.
I miss you so much.