anonymous asked:

Can I request headcanons/ or small scenarios of how rin, bon, shima, and Yukio would be like with a s/o who's a huge tease (nsfw)


  • He wouldn’t understand what was happening at first
  • He’d think his s/o was serious about wanting to do stuff
  • And become a blushing stuttering mess
  • Until he finds out out they were only teasing him
  • Then he’d just act like he knew what was going on the whole time
  • And try to hide his boner asap


I pretty much already did this for Bon. Just replace the word “horny” with “tease”


  • Loves to be teased
  • It’s the best foreplay for him tbh
  • He’ll go along with it wholeheartedly
  • Until he realizes it’s going no where
  • Then he’ll just pout until they put out


  • He’s having none of it
  • Doesn’t like being teased at all
  • Especially when he can’t tell if they’re being serious or not
  • He has more important shit to deal with rn anyways

anonymous asked:

Imagine Steve wasn't in love with Bucky Barnes before his big freeze, but now he's falling head over heels for the Winter Soldier

Steve wasn’t confused about his feelings.  Not really.  He’d been attracted to men just as much as he had been women.  He might’ve had to keep his attraction to men fairly quiet until he woke up in the twenty-first century, but he’d never been confused about feeling how he did.  

The confusing part was Bucky.  Or, maybe the confusing part was that it wasn’t Bucky. He wasn’t sure what the difference was, exactly, and what it meant that he hadn’t been attracted to Bucky before he was the Winter Solider, but he was now that Bucky wasn’t the Bucky he used to know.

He wasn’t sure if it was the hair, or that shared life experience he’d mentioned to Natasha once, or if it was something else that Steve thought, somewhere deep down, that he should feel bad about because the change in Bucky had come at the expense of so much.

Bucky wasn’t the Bucky he remembered and that difference made all the difference.  He was darker and haunted and as strong as –if not stronger- than Steve and there was something wily that shifted behind his eyes, sometimes, that made Steve’s stomach flip.

Bucky noticed.  And made sure to bring it up when he knew he’d catch Steve off-kilter enough to talk about it (exhausted after sparring.  Steve would be damned if Bucky hadn’t timed it perfectly because he knew how good Steve thought he looked exhausted and sweaty.)

“You wanna do something about it, or are you trying to see how frustrated you can make yourself?”

“What?”  Steve sputtered.  He wasn’t ready and didn’t know what to say and felt guilty that he was attracted to Bucky (the Winter Solider) now that he had seventy years of unspeakable horrors behind him.  Steve wondered what that said about himself.   

Bucky sighed.  “I see the way you watch me.  Did you always do that?”

“You mean did I do it when – Before?”  Steve managed to keep his voice even.  Mostly.  


Let it never be said that Steve Rogers backed down from a confrontation. “No.”

Bucky nodded, watching Steve carefully, searching his face for. Something.  When he finally spoke, it was much quieter, secret-sharing.  “I was hoping you’d say that.” 

“What?” Steve leaned back against his locker.  He was pretty sure the wold was tilting on it’s axis.  

“Steve, I – I’ve been wandering around thinking you’re mooning over someone I’m not anymore and – and it’s not true.  You want me, not him.  I mean – you know.”

Steve nodded.  “Yeah, Buck. I do.  But what does that say about—“

“-Stop.  We’re both different.  This might be the best excuse to finally forgive yourself for the fact that seventy years just happened to change us both.”

It was Steve’s turn to pick apart Bucky’s expression and when he’d done so to his satisfaction he reached out towards Bucky, who leaned in in kind.  

JARVIS ensured the locker room was off-limits for the next week. (First for the privacy of Captain Rogers and Sargent Barnes, and second for the repairs necessary to the space once they were through with it).  

High Low

It’s close to 1am and almost 23 degrees still so Sherlock and John have all the windows open and they’re just sleeping with the sheet tonight. Not that either of them can sleep with the thick heat pulsing through the room. As John lies on Sherlock’s chest, he traces lazy patterns on his stomach.

“High low?” John asks softly.

Sherlock hums, giving the question consideration. “You first,” he finally replies.

“Low was three patients in a row with the same sniffles that made me wonder why on earth I’m wasting my time treating the common cold instead of doing any good in the world.”

“I’ve told you to quit your job on numerous occasions.”

“Yes, you have. You’re always right, aren’t you?” John sighs, turning his mouth upwards for a quick kiss.

“Only mostly,” Sherlock teases, nipping his lip. “High?”

“High was when the estate agent called to confirm that the flat is sold. Coming home and it feeling like home, with no baggage or weight left… Your turn.”

“Easy. Low was my six week compost experiment amounting to absolutely nothing.”

“Thank God. I think all our clothing smells of compost by now,” John says, poking Sherlock in the ribs despite his squirming. “What was the high?”

Sherlock is quiet for some time, making John wonder if he’s ever going to answer. He sometimes does this; goes quiet and forgets they’re in the middle of a conversation. John doesn’t mind.

“This moment,” Sherlock eventually says softly, reverently. “With you there and me here and our home all around us. Definitely a high.”

  • INTJ: soooo I deserve a high five
  • INTJ: because I was sooo close to getting mac n cheese
  • INTJ: (it has nothing to do with being too lazy to leave the house and spending money on food)
  • mINTP: Yea that's pretty impressive
  • INTJ: but I Had pizza yesterday
  • INTJ: sooo
  • mINTP: Yea but it's so easy when you're on a junk food streak
  • INTJ: yeeaaaahhh, I was like I have nice rice stuff and I probably have gained weight since the streak
  • INTJ: and then stanley got on the couch and cuddled with me
  • mINTP: He's helping you diet
  • INTJ: he is
  • INTJ: gonna eat him when I’m starving tho
  • mINTP: That's a good plan.
  • mINTP: I want the tail
  • INTJ: no
  • INTJ: thats first to go
  • INTJ: I want to eat him in segments
  • INTJ: so he stays alive for longer
  • mINTP: You have to bleed him. Learn from your aunt Susan
  • INTJ: for a vegan you’re pretty morbid
lost thoughts

Originally posted by glorious-soobooty

Title: lost thoughts
Pairing: Kim Minseok/Reader
Genre: Soulmate!AU. You hear your soul mate’s thoughts inside your head since the moment they/you are born.
Summary: The sound of his voice inside her head brings a smile to her face or a frown to her features. If only Minseok wasn’t so teasing then things would be a little bit easier.

Part I//Part II: “Now look at me and tell me everything.”

Minseok was used to being the oldest of his group of friends, the one who didn’t speak much and tried to drink as less as possible so he could drive his drunken friends home; it wasn’t only at the time when he became an idol, he was also the oldest of his class back when he was studying in high school and even though he wasn’t the tallest, he was the most mature. Without really wanting to, we create patterns in our lives that tend to make us follow certain movements and actions that we repeat until the day of our deaths and Minseok just liked being the oldest, he liked the responsibility that came with said name even when sometimes there was someone older than him, he liked the concept of it, actually. That’s why he babysat when he needed money that couldn’t be given by the little thrift shop he worked at and sometimes he tutored his younger friends, probably neighbors that grew up with him or one of the children of her mother’s friends. He just liked…the whole way his life worked when he pretended he had everything together but in reality, he didn’t.

That word, pretend, it should be in capital letters and highlighted.

It all started when he found out that a thesis wasn’t as easy as he thought it’d be and he spent his hours after work looking through books in a library with a little bit of help from his friend and classmate Jongdae, who was also the one who was working on his thesis with him, then he had that voice inside his head that reminded him that indeed he had a soul mate and whilst he adored teasing her to no end, he still didn’t know her. In between one of those nights where the, already graduated, Kim Junmyeon tried to help him out with a few things, he started listening to his thoughts and found out that not only had Yixing casually got to know his soul mate but he also realized that he was out of his freaking mind because he took a taxi as soon as possible just to get to meet her and once he did, he didn’t know what to do.

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