#I dont usually blush but my face was on fire

[n1ght0f-nyx]

My hero academia boys asking you out pt 1

warnings/tags: cliffhanger, more fanon way of acting than canon ngl, i dont think there's other warnings other than that- feel free to dm me if you notice a common warning that could affect someone

characters: katsuki bakugo, izuku midoriya, shoto todoroki, tenya ida, Eijiro kirishima, denki kamanari

🔥 Katsuki Bakugou 🔥

Bakugo seemed more agitated than usual. He kept glancing in my direction, his eyes burning with an intensity that made my heart race. I tried to ignore it, focusing on the lesson, but it was like trying to ignore a blazing inferno in the middle of a snowstorm.

When the bell finally rang, I gathered my things and started to head out, hoping to make a quick escape before he could confront me. But as soon as I stepped into the hallway, I felt a firm hand on my shoulder. I turned around to find Bakugo standing there, his expression unreadable.

“Y/N, we need to talk,” he said, his voice gruff but lacking its usual edge.

“Uh, sure. What’s up?” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady despite the rapid beating of my heart.

He led me to a more secluded part of the school, away from prying eyes and ears. I could feel the tension in the air, thick and suffocating. He turned to face me, his eyes boring into mine with an intensity that made my knees weak.

“Look, I’m not good with this kind of stuff,” he began, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “But I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately. More than I probably should.”

My breath caught in my throat. Was he really saying what I thought he was saying? I tried to keep my face neutral, but I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks.

“I like you, Y/N,” he said bluntly, his eyes never leaving mine. “I don’t do things halfway, and I’m not gonna start now. So, what do you say? Will you go out with me?”...

💚 Izuku Midoriya 💚

The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm orange glow over the UA High School grounds. It had been a long day of training, and I was ready to head back to the dorms when I heard a familiar voice call my name.

"Y/N, wait up!"

I turned around to see Izuku Midoriya, his messy green hair slightly tousled and his cheeks flushed from running. He caught up to me, panting a little but with that determined look in his eyes that I'd come to admire so much.

"Hey, Midoriya," I greeted him with a smile. "What's up?"

He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. "There's something I need to talk to you about. Do you have a minute?"

"Sure," I replied, curious about what had him so worked up.

We walked over to a bench near the training field and sat down. Izuku seemed nervous, fidgeting with his hands and avoiding eye contact. I waited patiently, giving him the time he needed to gather his thoughts.

"Y/N, we've been friends for a while now, right?" he began, finally looking at me. His green eyes were filled with sincerity and a hint of something else—something that made my heart skip a beat.

"Yeah, we have," I agreed, my curiosity growing.

"I-I really admire you," he stammered, his cheeks turning a deeper shade of red. "You're strong, kind, and always know how to make people smile. Being around you makes me want to be a better hero."

I felt a warm blush creep up my own cheeks at his words. "Thank you, Midoriya. That means a lot to me."

He took another deep breath, clearly trying to muster his courage. "What I'm trying to say is... I like you, Y/N. A lot. And I was wondering if you'd like to go out with me sometime?"...

🧊 shoto todoroki 🔥

I glanced across the bustling courtyard of U.A. High School, my heart doing a little flip when my eyes landed on Shoto Todoroki. His dual-colored hair was unmistakable, a vibrant mix of crimson and white, just like his enigmatic personality. I always found him intriguing, a blend of ice and fire, both literally and figuratively.

Today, he seemed different. He was standing a bit straighter, his eyes scanning the crowd as if he was searching for something—or someone. My pulse quickened as his gaze locked onto mine. For a moment, I considered looking away, but curiosity and something deeper held my attention.

"Y/N," he called out, his voice carrying over the chatter of our classmates. I felt a mix of excitement and nervousness as he approached me. Todoroki was known for his calm and stoic demeanor, so seeing him a bit unsettled was surprising.

"Hey, Todoroki," I greeted, trying to sound casual despite the rapid beating of my heart. "What's up?"

He stood in front of me, his mismatched eyes intense and focused. "Can we talk?" he asked, his voice steady but with an undercurrent of emotion that made me wonder what was going on.

"Of course," I replied, nodding. "What's on your mind?"

Todoroki took a deep breath, and for a moment, I saw a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. "I've been meaning to tell you something," he began, his gaze unwavering. "I've realized that I have feelings for you, Y/N. And I was wondering if you would go out with me."

🗣️ tenya Iida 👔

I had always admired Tenya Iida from afar. His dedication, his sense of justice, and his unwavering commitment to his classmates were qualities I deeply respected. But today, something was different. I noticed him glancing my way more often than usual, and there was a nervous energy about him that I hadn't seen before.

The school day passed in a blur, my mind preoccupied with thoughts of Tenya. Finally, after our last class, I headed towards my locker, only to find him standing there, waiting for me. His usually stern face softened as our eyes met.

"Y/N," he began, his voice uncharacteristically shaky. "Could I speak with you for a moment?"

"Of course, Tenya," I replied, trying to keep my own nerves in check. "What's up?"

He took a deep breath, his eyes searching mine for a moment before he continued. "I've been meaning to tell you something for a while now. I admire your strength, your kindness, and your dedication. You inspire me in ways I can't quite put into words."

I felt my cheeks heat up at his unexpected praise, but I nodded for him to continue.

"I... I have feelings for you, Y/N," he confessed, his voice steadying as he spoke. "And I was wondering if you would do me the honor of going out with me."

🗿 Eijiro Kirishima 🗿

It was a bright and sunny afternoon, the kind that made everything feel a little bit more hopeful. The UA High School campus was bustling with students, everyone going about their business, but my mind was focused on something—or rather, someone—else entirely. Eijiro Kirishima.

I had known Kirishima since we started at UA, and over time, my admiration for him grew into something deeper. His unwavering spirit, his kindness, and his infectious smile had a way of making my heart race. Today, though, something seemed different about him. There was a nervous energy in his usually confident demeanor.

We were in the courtyard, taking a break from training. Kirishima approached me with that wide, toothy grin of his, but there was a hint of something more in his eyes.

"Hey, Y/N," he began, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. "Can we talk for a sec?"

"Sure, what's up?" I replied, trying to keep my own nerves in check.

He led me to a quieter spot under one of the large oak trees that dotted the campus. The shade provided a nice respite from the sun, but it didn't do much to calm the fluttering in my chest.

Kirishima took a deep breath, his eyes locking onto mine with a seriousness I rarely saw in him. "Y/N, I’ve been thinking about this for a while now, and I just... I need to tell you something."

I felt my heart skip a beat. Was this really happening?

"I really like you," he confessed, his cheeks turning a shade of pink that rivaled his hair. "Like, a lot. You're amazing, and I've been wanting to tell you for a long time, but I didn't know how. I guess what I'm trying to say is... Would you go out with me?"

⚡️ denki kamanari ⚡️

I had just finished my last class of the day, my mind still buzzing with the day’s lessons. As I walked down the hallway, I saw Denki Kaminari leaning casually against a locker, his usual grin plastered across his face. He saw me and straightened up, a spark of nervous energy in his eyes that I hadn't seen before.

“Hey, Y/N!” he called out, waving enthusiastically. I couldn’t help but smile back. Denki had always been a ball of energy, lighting up any room he entered.

“Hey, Denki! What’s up?” I asked as I approached him.

He rubbed the back of his neck, a sure sign that he was nervous. “So, um, I was wondering if you have any plans this weekend?”

I tilted my head, curious. “Not really. Why do you ask?”

His cheeks flushed slightly, and he took a deep breath. “Well, I was thinking... maybe we could go out sometime? Like, on a date?”

[aychama]

I was wondering, does king Narinder have ever had any funny episode with catnip in his life?

-Im getting the warnings of becoming sick so no art but you guys can have a little idea I have!-

"What is going on? Why is everyone running out of the building?" Lambert looks to the panicked palace staff.

"The king has accidentally sniffed catnip!" One maid yells as she rushes out the door.

"Huh? Why is that a problem? Is he alergic or something?" Lambert grabs the arm of a fleeing butler, not understanding the urgency. Their grip is firm on the poor butler.

"The problem is, whoever sees him in that state gets punished the day after!" The butler answers as another maid stops by the two to warn them.

"Years ago one had seen him lick his own hand and the next day the poor butler was forced to clean horse shit with bare hands!" She says it like its the grosest thing in the world.

"And another maid had heard him purr and my god.... she was almost fired!" The butler pries Lambert's grip off of his arm as he speaks.

"That just sounds like he is embarrased of the state he is in?" Lambert understands the situation of everyone fleeing as no one would want to be fired from the palace for such reasons, working at the palace pays well, but the situation was still too ridiculous for everyone to run away.

"Yea it- eeeee!" The butler and the maid hightail it as Narinder approaches them.

He picks Lambert up, they dont even protest (were they really this light for him to easily hoist them up?) as he brings them to the garden. The sun is still up but no one is around, everyone has fleed from the palace.He purrs and wraps his hands around Lambert, who wasnt wearing their armor. He cuddles them, burying his nose into their nape and licks wherever he gets his snuggly face on while lying down as the birds chirp and Lambert looks at the blue sky all stiff, not sure what to do in this unexpected turn of events.

"Oh im so dead tomorrow..." Lambert says outloud to no one, feeling dread in their gut while they are forcefully cuddled in grass. Their heart beats fast in their chest and they think it has to be because of fear.

His nose tickles...

The next day, however, when Narinder and Lambert run into eachother in the corridor, the morning sun hits Narinder's face in just the right angle for his face to be seen behind his veil and he is... blushing? He turns away before Lambert can properly see.

How weird, he would usually give them an order to follow him or something else.

Maybe he forgot. Cute.

[https-milo]

Would u mind doing a tamaki amajiki Instagram

my glorious anxious king, yesyesyeysyesy!

DATING TAMAKI AMAJIKI INSTAGRAM!

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instagram posts w/ comments while dating Tamaki Amajiki

sunnysidey/n · 15w

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sunnysidey/n me and my fave went to a butterfly garden!! Tamaki my goat (or like octopus, clam, chicken - he's never eaten a goat (I don't think))

Tagged: suneater

suneater it was so fun. it was quiet too. also I've never eaten a goat... sunnysidey/n suneater GAH IKR! It was such a cute little gardennnn ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっ I wanted to fall asleep! And I hope you haven't eaten a goat (´∇｀) suneater sunnysidey/n well if you fell asleep, id have to wake you up and you don't usually wake up right away... so we would've been late to fatgum's agency... so I'm glad you stayed away lemirio suneater HMMMMMMM maybeeee its because you liked talking to herrrrrr ★⌒ヽ( ͡° ε ͡°) suneater lemirio well uh you know... sunnysidey/n suneater don't worry, tama!! everyone likes talking to me so obviously!! >3< nejirechan suneater DMSDMSDMSDMS

lemirio Lets gooo!! Tamaki was telling me all about it! He was so excited to take you! sunnysidey/n lemirio I was so excited to go!! Tama is so fun to be around! (´｡✪ω✪｡｀)

INSTAGRAM DIRECT!

lemirio replied to your story: 😏😏😏

sunnysidey/n: he's still gonna deny my attraction 😞😞

nejirechan replied to your story: hmm i wonder who this is about!! (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و

sunnysidey/n: sighhhh we'll never know ✧٩(•́⌄•́๑)و ✧

suneater replied to your story: !!!

suneater: uh who is this about?

suneater: sorry you probably dont want me to know

suneater: I wouldnt want me to know

suneater just forget I said anything

sunnysidey/n: tamaaa what did I say about that (╥_╥)

sunnysidey/n: you can talk to me about anything, and you *dont* need to apologize!! ٩(●ᴗ●)۶

suneater: ok im sorry

sunnysidey/n: -_-

sunnysidey/n: anyways! To answer your question; I think you know who I'm talking about (we're in the same class, after all) you've just gotta admit it to yourself ¯\_(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)_/¯

suneater: ok...

suneater: im not ready for that yet

sunnysidey/n: i know tama! dont worry (っ´▽｀)っ

suneater: (.づ◡﹏◡)づ ⊂(・▽・⊂) sunnysidey/n reacted "❤️" to this message

sunnysidey/n: AHHH ITS LITERALLY US!!

sunnysidey/n · 12w

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sunnysidey/n being 18 means we can buy fireworks whenever(▀U ▀-͠) happy random day of school guys!!

Tagged: suneater, yuyu.haya, lemirio, nejirechan

nejirechan the way amajiki is looking at your sparkler in worry ♥(ˆ⌣ˆԅ) sunnysidey/n nejirechan he does have an anxiety disorder, but I can totally be delusional and think he was looking out for me!! ( ˘ ³˘)♥ suneater sunnysidey/n but I was worried... what if it got in your hair? sunnysidey/n suneater UBIUBREIBVLKSDBLIVUHJB sunnysidey/n suneater I mean!! thanks!! <3 lemirio sunnysidey/n he just blushed and put his face in the wall( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

yuyu.haya me you and nejire need to hang out more. it was super fun being with you today nejirechan yuyu.haya OOOO SHOPPING TRIP SOON?? sunnysidey/n nejirechan IM SO DOWN!! TEHEHEH (≧◡≦)

suneater it was so fun. i'm glad you didn't catch on fire sunnysidey/n suneater did you doubt me o(╥﹏╥) suneater sunnysidey/n only a little. you can be forgetful. I was worried you'd forget it was in your hand then scratch your head T_T sunnysidey/n suneater well then I'm glad you were looking out for me <3

suneater · 8w

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suneater y/n just... barged into my room and is making me watch her favorite movies while she pauses every few seconds to analyze the scene (this is our third movie)

sunnysidey/n YOU?? POSTED?? ME?? OH MY GOSH. YOUR FIRST POST IN TWO YEARS AND ITS ME??? suneater sunnysidey/n well, you're the one who's hanging out with me right now. I thought this was worth posting. sorry if thats weird. I'll go home. sunnysidey/n suneater NO SHHHHH ofc its okay!! Im overjoyed rn!! and you cant go home, i'm in your home =^ v ^=

sunnysidey/n no one else listens to me yap like you. mirio always has his own opinions he wants to say, and Nejire changes the subject SOOOO fast. You just listen (＾ω＾)人(＾ω＾) suneater sunnysidey/n i'm glad you like talking to me lemirio sunnysidey/n thats cute and all, but why are we catching strays -_- sunnysidey/n lemirio IM SORRY I DIDNT MEAN TO LIKE INSULT YOU TWO, I WAS JUST SAYING!! I LOVE YOU BOTH VERY VERY VERY MUCH, YOU AND NEJIRE ARE VERY MUCH MY BEST FRIENDS TOO!

INSTAGRAM DIRECT!

You replied to suneater's story: ≧⁰,⁰≦

sunnysidey/n: are you ready?

suneater: i think so...

suneater: im nervous, like more nervous than usual

sunnysidey/n: oh its okay!! i'm super nervous too

sunnysidey/n: we can be nervous together

suneater: okay... can you go first?

sunnysidey/n: ofc

sunnysidey/n: I've liked you since our first year. you just came into my life so naturally I couldn't help it. At first I wanted to tell you right away, but I knew you'd panic and I didn't want to upset you in any way. So I waited and waited until it felt like it was going away, but I guess it never did. I reallyyyyyy like you, Tama.

sunnysidey/n: but are you ready to like me?

suneater: um I've liked you since the autumn semester of our second year... the day you stayed behind with me while everyone went and watched a horror movie because I was too scared. Even though it was a rerun of your favorite... I was so scared to ruin what we had so I didn't say anything.

suneater: this is so embarrassing...

sunnysidey/n: nothing to be embarrassed of ✧٩(•́⌄•́๑)و ✧

suneater: you knew I liked you, but you never outright said it... why?

sunnysidey/n: i didn't wanna make you anxious :]

sunnysidey/n: i wanted you to be ready and not have a forced hand in admitting your feelings for me. buttt i couldn't stop myself from posting and admiring you ( ˘ ³˘)♥

suneater: you're effortlessly make me happy without even knowing it... you're so special to me, n/n sunnysidey/n reacted "❤️" to this message

suneater: will you be my girlfriend?

sunnysidey/n: obviously!! <33

suneater: <3

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incase I lost the plot: Y/n liked Tamaki first, Y/n knew Tamaki liked her back but didn't say anything, Tamaki knew Y/n liked him but was nervous so he didn't say anything.

alsooo y/n's quirk in this is smth to do with eggs i guess, hence the "sunny side" (cause yk a sunny side up egg) ((im so creative))

[bbyquokka]

oh god

pairing: kim seungmin x gender-neutral reader

genre: fluff (if you squint a lil), smut – MDNI

synopsis: you're seungmin's first

warnings: smut, established relationship, virgin seungmin, oral (m rec), protected sex, pet names, some nipple play

words: 2.8k ~ (2,899)

♡ m.list — ♡ you can also read it on my ao3

dont repost. dont translate. minors, ageless & default blogs; dni! feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!

he wants to wait, wait for the right person and for when the time is right. everyone around him, his friends, mutuals, acquaintances, everyone he knew was out doing it and to him, he didn't see the point.

the point being, why give away something that's precious to a complete stranger. someone you don't plan on having a future with. nowadays, sex is seen as a competition instead of something that's valuable. 

men cheer on their mates when they learn each others body counts, calling their dicks big and praising them whilst comparing and contrasting their past sexual partners, telling each other every explicate detail down to the T.

seungmin just isnt like that. the amount of times he has heard about another woman's breasts and nipples is beyond him. it puts him off sex even more.

he didn't really care about sex because he has seen and heard about it so many times that's he's become desensitized to it, but he is human after all. he has needs and sometimes, a lonely night with nothing but lube, his hand and a cheesy over the top porn video isn't cutting it for him any more.

then you came along. he didn't think it was possible to get an erection just from looking at someone but as soon as he saw your beauty, his cock twitched in an instant. 

it started of slow. seungmin wanted and needed that emotional connection with you first before going any further with you. you spoke on the regular, facetime, text messages, sending each other silly memes and videos, the usual's one would say.

it wasn't until seungmin caught himself blushing and giggling at a simple text of “hi! i miss you, min! hope you're ok. 🥺🖤” did he realise that maybe, he liked you a lot more than he thought.

his heart thumped against his chest every time you touched him or looked at him. your beautiful smile and sweet voice causing his mind to go all mushy. if that wasn't enough of a sigh that he was falling for you, he would go home and masturbate for hours on end with you on the mind, your voice ringing in his ears, your face popping up in his mind. body doing all sorts of positions and poses–its almost like you're there.

he'd curse himself for being a virgin. he wanted a bit more experience in that department. scared that you would judge him for being inexperienced, he kept it a secret even after you both got together. 

it didn't take long for you to notice that seungmin was hiding something from you. every time you tried to initiate something in the bedroom, he would make up an excuse, brush you off with a lie so you confronted him about it.

filled with so much guilt for making you doubt and question yourself as well as the relationship, did he blurt out:

“i'm a virgin!”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“yn” seungmin stutters as you kiss his neck. “w-wait.”  you pull away from him, eyebrows furrowed together. 

“everything ok, minnie?” seungmin's chest rising up and down at an uneven pace. his penis already hard just from a few neck kisses and making out with one another. he's sensitive to everything. his skin burning from the areas you have kisses and sucked. every time you drag your fingertips down his skin, it leaves behind a trail of fire.

“y-yeah. it's just, i'm just–” seungmin stutters, cheeks as red as a rose. you smile warmly at him, cupping and stroking his cheeks gently.

“hey, are you nervous?” your voice is sweet and soft. seungmin swallows thickly, nodding slowly. he's so sick with nerves, his body shaking due to the scary amount of pleasure and emotions he is feeling.

you notice his shaky hands as he reaches up to place his hand on top of yours. you remove your hand, holding it instead and stroking the back with the pad of your thumb.

“it's ok to be nervous, minnie.”

“is it though?”

“absolutely! it's new and scary. you're most likely feeling very overwhelmed with pleasure, nerves and anxiety but we take it slow, m'kay? we go at your pace.”

“does it not bother you? that i'm inexperienced.” he mumbles. you let out a soft chuckle, kissing his cheek gently.

“no, it doesn't bother me in the slightest. something like this is precious, it's precious to you so i respect that.”

“but what if i do something you don't like or–or i say something or–” he rambles. you lean in and peck his lips gently to calm him down of his nervous ramblings.

“we communicate. we're a unit, you and i. communication is the most important thing in a relationship, regardless of what type it is.  if i do something to you or say something that makes you think, oh. i don't like this, it feels weird, then tell me.”

“but what if i hurt your feelings..” his voice is nothing but a whisper as he bites his bottom lip.

“my darling. you could never hurt my feelings. i won't know unless you tell me. i'd be more upset not knowing i was doing something to you that you disliked than you being straight and honest with me.”

“ok..” seungmin chews his lips nervously, his hands still trembling against your skin. 

“hey.” you softly say, leaning in so your lips brush against his softly. he whimpers, closing his eyes slowly. “you'll be ok, i promise you.”

you kiss him softly being slow at first. you allow seungmin to slowly melt into the kiss, his lips moulding with yours and finding that perfect tempo. wanting to take the initiative and feeling a little more confident, he gently bites your bottom lip as a silent request for permission to open; to which you oblige.

parting your lips slowly, seungmin slowly slides his tongue past your lips. he whimpers a little at the feel of your tongues meeting in the middle, colliding and tangling together. saliva and breathy pants mix together. 

with shaky hands, seungmin cautiously touches your exposed chest. he gingerly plays with your nipples, flicking and tugging on them gently before rolling them between his fingers. you let out a soft groan, pleasure tingling down to your fingertips and toes.

“fuck baby. keep doing that.” you whisper.

“you like that?”

“yes. it feels good.” you groan as you slide your hand down seungmin's exposed chest and torso to cup his erection through the material of his black boxer shorts. he involuntarily bucks his hips in your hand which causes him to flush pink.

you kiss his cheek, trailing your lips along his jawline to his ear. you lick and suck on his lobe as you palm his erection, rubbing and squeezing his length.

seungmin lets out shaky breathes, his body trembling as pleasure courses through his veins. he feels so good, he's on the verge of tears and all you're doing is palming him. he has yet to feel you. with every minute that passes by, his brain slowly turns to mush. sweat accumulates on his forehead and chest, his toes curling as his hands are now stationary against your chest.

“can i give you oral?” you ask, biting your lip gently. seungmin swallows, the question ringing in his ears and making him feel dizzy.

oh fuck. oh no. god oh god! can you? the person he loves, adores and cherishes the most. the person whom he finds so unbelievably attractive, give him oral?! 

he mind and body screaming at him. he wants to yell “fuck yeah!” at you but instead, he whimpers and gives a small and shy nod. 

you beam at him as you shuffle between his parted legs. he holds his breath as he watches you, watches his many fantasies and dreams come true right before his very eyes.

grabbing the waist band of his boxers shorts, you slowly pull them down his legs and discard them on the floor by the bed. a sudden wave of embarrassment and shyness washes over seungmin, shackling him to the mattress. 

he instinctively covers his private area with his hands, his cheeks and tips of his ears red. you place your hands on top of his gently, removing them slowly as you make eye contact with seungmin. nothing but fear clouds over his pupils as he chews his bottom lip raw. 

“hey, it's ok darling. it's just me.” your voice is so soft, so soothing to him that all the fear and nervousness washes away in an instant. he lets you remove his hands, showing you all he has to offer.

“that's my boy.” you coo as you kiss his hands. he lets them flop to the side as your eyes flicker down to his penis. 

what he lacks in girth, he makes up for in size. his tip red, veins protruding along the sides and traveling to his tip. pre-cum beading and coating his skin making it glisten in the dim light with the occasionally twitch. you also notice how neatly trimmed his pubic area is.

“you have such a pretty cock, min.” you coo, watching seungmin stutter and become flustered. he never thought of his cock (or any cock for that matter) being pretty, he just thought of it as average. but hearing those words come from your mouth makes him so dizzy with lust and heat.

your hand wraps around his base. seungmin watches you with beady eyes, his chest heaving up and down in time with his laboured breaths. he bundles up the sheets in the palm of his hands as he watches you slowly stroke him.

it's slow and languid, something that normally wouldn't get seungmin off. however, it's you. it's your hand around his cock. it's your face that's so dangerously close to it. he makes a mental note of how small you look around him, his brain malfunctioning and failing to do the basic human things.

“fuck..” he mumbles as you slowly pick up the speed. you rotate your wrists at the tip, using your thumb to slowly rub it and smear the pre-cum. seungmin clenches his jaw, his body tingling and vibrating from excitement and pleasure. 

and then it happens. your lips wrapping around his tip. the warmth from your mouth paired with the wetness makes seungmin lose the ability to speak. instead, he whimpers, reaching down and tangling his fingers in your hair as he watches his cock disappearing slowly in your mouth.

you hum around him, closing your eyes as you suck. you swirl your tongue around his tip, making sure your jaw is slack to get more of him. what you fail to reach, you compensate for by stroking him in time with your sucks.

“shit shit shit. fuck–ah!” seungmin pants, tugging and gripping your hair. his head falls to the side, his bangs falling over his half lidded eyes. sweat soaks his body as pleasure and lust swamp him. he wants to cum, he most definitely could cum at any minute but he doesn't want to.

he wants to hold because he wants so much more of you. he wants to feel you, hear you and taste you. he's hungry for you, despite the fact he didn't know it could be possible.

the more time he spends inside your mouth, the more he slowly loses it. his mind is nothing but mush. his body shaking due to the high level of lust and desire. he watches you suck his cock so perfectly. he wants to praise you, to tell you how good you're doing but he can't because if he dares opens his mouth once, he's scared of the sound that'll come out.

and then you swallow. a new, alien feeling shoots up his spine. the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. the tightness of your throat around his cock automatically causing him to let out a long and throaty groan. 

you pull away with a smirk, licking your lips as you look at your fucked out lover. 

“i see you found your voice.” you giggle. 

“good..” seungmin mumbles. you laugh softly, shifting and straddling his lap. he looks up at you through his half lidded eyes. you push back his bangs, watching them automatically part and show more of his sweat coated forehead. 

his pupils blown out with lust, beads of sweat rolling down his temples. his lips parted and dry. he's a beautiful sight to see, a sight you want to see over and over again.

“shall we?” you ask. seungmin nods his head fast, making himself dizzy. you smile warmly at him before grabbing a condom and rolling it on his length.

“are you sure?”

“yes”

“a hundred percent?”

“a million trillion percent. i want this, i'm ready.” you nod, giving the tip of his nose a gentle peck.

you hover over his cock, reaching behind and holding it at the base. seungmin holds your waist as he watches you lower yourself down on his condom clasped penis. 

you groan softly, head kicking back as you feel yourself stretching out. seungmin grips your hips tightly. he thought the warmth from your mouth was good but this warmth is a feeling he cannot describe. it's so alien yet so so good to him, for him. 

the warmth paired with the tightness is too much for his body to bare. he's melting into the mattress, his body uncomfortable hot and sweaty but comfortable high with lust, adrenaline and hormones.

“oh, god..” he says through gritted teeth as he watches you lower yourself down on him. you shakily pant, planting your hands firmly on his stomach to steady yourself.

“how do you feel?”

“strange. weird. but so fucking good. it's so amazing. i'm so.. it's so–” he digs his nails into your skin as you slowly bounce on him. 

“feels good.” you moan. seungmin can't speak, only nod his head as he leans in. he buries his face into the crook of your neck, arms wrapping around your back firmly as you bounce on him at a steady pace.

he doesn't know what to do nor does he know what he is doing. his body is on autopilot, doing what he thinks and feels is best. his teeth sinking into the skin of your neck, lips trailing to your shoulder blade where he bites. 

a string of moans and fucks leave his lips unwillingly. his voice increasing and decreasing. sometimes he is loud, moaning and groaning and not caring about the neighbours. other times, he is soft and whimpering, whispering your name over and over again.

he doesn't know what he is doing, that part is true. he doesn't recognise himself, the pleasure taking over his mind and body to the point where it feels like it isn't him anymore. 

“god yn. so good, you feel so good. oh fuck me, please.” he begs. you hold onto his shoulders to steady yourself as you use your thighs to bounce faster. you kick your head back to expose your neck as you moan his name, seungmin taking full advantage of your exposed neck to kiss, lick and suck the skin.

moans and groans combined into one. seungmin's body shaking as the pit of his stomach burns. it's tight, his balls hurt and his cock twitches inside you.

“yn–”

“m-mhm?” you look at him, his eyebrows furrowed and eyes glossy. he's close to tears as he whimpers.

“hurts. close. fuck.”

“it's–it's ok. listen to your body baby.” 

“what about you?”

“don't worry about me. it's all about you tonight baby.”

sinking his teeth into your shoulder blade, you give one finally bounce and seungmin is a sobbing, whimpering mess. he holds you close to his sweaty body, the heat from you both making you feel lightheaded. his muscles spasm as he empties into the condom, nothing but soft whispers of your name ringing over and over again in your ears.

once calm, you lift yourself up and off seungmin. he takes the condom off, tying it and discarding it in the trash before pinning you down on the mattress by surprise. your eyes widen before you swallow thickly. 

something about him has changed, like a switch has been flipped suddenly. his eyes hold nothing but pure hunger for you, his cock failed to calm down. his body is buzzing and mind mushy. he's not thinking straight anymore, his actions being driven by the pure hunger he is feeling.

“s-seungmin?” you stutter. he licks his lips as he grabs another condom, rolling it on his length before teasing your entrance with his tip by rubbing it. you whimper as you watch him.

“more. i need more of you.” you both groan in unison, your body arching up off the bed as he slowly pushes his length inside. he wastes no time in thrusting. his cock stroking and caressing your insides. you grip onto the sheets, watching seungmin lose control of himself. 

“sorry. i'm so sorry. i can't stop. so hungry. more, i need so much more. please yn, please give it to me.”

you reach up to wrap your arms around his neck to pull him down to you. he pants heavily against your lips as you smirk and wrap your legs around his waist, keeping him close.

“then don't stop. we have all night, so feel free to indulge.”

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Burning Love | Leo Valdez

pairing: Leo Valdez x aphrodite!reader

book: The Heros of Olympians (Percy Jackson Universe) by Rick Riordan

I DONT OWN ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS

warnings: suggestive themes (kissing), little bit of angst

summary: reader fell in love with the camps busiest, funniest (prettiest) demigod, that makes her heart beat faster (and tries not to burst into flames all the time). But she likes that about him too.

authors note: soo, I read Heros of Olympus and Leo was just pure comedy. His character was so charasmatic and funny, I really liked him. Of course, I needed to write for him, ENJOYYYY

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Of course I was doomed to fall in love with him. Letting my heart get broken in the process, because I am physically not able to dare myself to talk to him.

What else had I expected? As a daughter of Aphrodite, this was foreseen in my fate. Well, actually it should be the other way around. After all, the ongoing tradition for centuries of the Aphrodite cabin is to break a boy's heart, but in my case it is a little complicated.

I always thought love would be something pleasant, a feeling like butterflies flying around in your stomach and wearing stylish, rose-colored glasses, that makes everything he does seem perfect. Or maybe being in love would feel like watching a beautiful fire work.

The last part is sort of true- my love literally burns for him, just as sometimes his hair sparks, when red flames are dancing through the brown strands.

I remember one time very vividly, when he walked out of the forest, visibly happy, with his hands dirty and his clothes smeared with motor oil, a satisfied grin on his face. His eyes would lighten up, as soon as found someone to talk about his projects.

Leo Valdez is the embodiment of a loyal soul, combined with an incredible humor and a talent for fixing literally anything. And I silently wish sometimes, that he could mend my broken heart too.

He's not like the other guys in this camp who always need attention, act like they're the best, like they're above everyone. No, Leo may have his pride, but he knows what he can do and he knows when to ask for help. This is usually connected with a following joke or a charming grin.

When I look at him, I often wonder how he can be so unconsciously attractive.

It's just that when my eyes find him, I'm almost in another world. And there, only he exists.

It's like he can affect my heartbeat, confuse my thoughts, charge me with electricity and set my heart on fire. All with just a lame joke, a funny remark, a wink or one of his exaggerated smiles.

I don't dare talk to him, only watch his figure from a safe distance, in a crowd where my longing stares go unnoticed. In these moments, where I realise he doesn't even know me, my emotions feel so overwhelming, as if I am the one carrying the sky instead of Atlas.

I wish I had more control over myself, that my cheeks wouldn't blush every time he glanced my way. Because he does that every now and then. And I always stare at the floor in a matter of seconds, letting my hair fall in front of my face. After all, I can't like him that obvious.

Even though I was careful, my feelings were noticed by a few others, all from my cabin. Unfortunately Piper did too. In her opinion, I should just walk up to him, bat my eyelashes and start smiling. She´s convinced, that if I would just talk to him, he would like me.

But that's the problem. If he only liked me, I couldn't handle that. If I actually became friends with him and he wouldnt fall in love with me, then I could be close to him. I mean, not in the way I want it. Like holding his hand, styling his burning hair, kissing him, watching him build something. And being crazy and proud about it afterwards, showing it off with an excited look in his eyes. Wanting appreciation for his work.

I would gladly fulfill his every wish, if he asked.

But it would be terrible having to pretend not to be completely in love with him, at least if I had to let him believe that. Maybe it's actually better if I keep my distance and he never finds out about my crush. Maybe, I would start to believe it too.

All the thoughts make my head ache and I open my eyes to concentrate on something else.

The sun shines on my skin, the waves hit the beach loudly, the straps of my green bikini top hang loosely over my shoulder. I braid a few small braids into my hair, two in the front and one in the back, where my sister helped me. I still leave my hair down so that it tickles my shoulder, I find to like it more that way.

I brush the sand off my shorts and slowly stand up, stretching my muscles and feeling a light breeze on my skin. The summer months are always the most beautiful, such as the holidays are always the quietest time. The camp is emptier than usual, many campers are spending the holidays with their families. Of course with their mortal family, the gods are not very generous when it comes to holiday visits. Nevertheless, the idea of ​​staying on Mount Olympus for two weeks is ridiculous anyway.

Still, there are a few people left behind, including me. My father died a few years ago, and our family is so scattered around the world, so I have no close contact with them. I wouldn't want to put anyone in danger anyway. It's always sad to hear how happy the others are going home, even though I'm happy for them. But for me, Camp Half Blood is my home.

For my benefit, it is the same for Leo. I don't know much about his past, but he doesn't have a parent to visit either. But he claims, that he has more time now to work on his project, something that needs to be finished until the summer solistice arrives.

The path to the camp leads through the forest, always a bit of a nuisance with all the branches and angry nymphs that sometimes insult you. Just because you accidentally stepped on a root or sang too loudly.

Anyway, I just whistle quietly to myself, after all I'm not keen on arguing today and I'm just looking around lost in my thoughts. And because I have nothing to do, I stroll along a few other paths and explore the forest, looking up to the sky and watching the birds. It's quiet and peaceful, it feels beautiful.

Several minutes must have passed because the sun is getting closer to the horizon and the air cools down. I put on the jacket that hangs around my waist, leaving it open and continue to show my skin. When I choose another path, I suddenly see a clearing infront of me.

The next thing I know, I almost have a heart attack. In front of me lays a huge ship with a dragon's head attached to the front. I feel like I almost want to run away, but then I remember something. I know this dragon. It is Leo's metallic friend Festus, who was destroyed on their first quest. I know, because I remember the devastated look on his face, when he talked about it.

Okay, I think to myself. Two options, I go back to camp and forget I was here. Or I'll go in and have a look around. Would that be an invasion of his privacy? But if I would meet him there, we could share a moment. Like in these romance books I read about.

I think for a moment, but being curious was always a bad habit of mine. My legs move in the direction of the ship, it takes me a few minutes to find the entrance, but I manage. When I'm inside I'm amazed, my eyes seem to can't see enough. There are banners with funny inscriptions, maps full of plans, forgotten tools, furniture and weapons hanging everywhere. It's such a mess that it clearly has Leo's handwriting on it.

My fingers run over the open books, I read a few sentences and try to understand the technical language. Maybe he'll like me if I could actually understand his interests. But after just two pages it's hard to remember which button is for which function or which metal is the strongest. I could try to get the same copy, but when I try to read the title, the cover is torn and illegible. And not because of my dyslexia.

I'm so absorbed in my surroundings that I don't hear the footsteps coming. And then I almost have a heart attack for the second time, only this time from someone I'm used for it to happen.

"If I had known I would have visitors today, I would have cleaned." At his voice I freeze. I remind myself to breathe. I slowly turn around, my eyes immediately finding his face, a grin graces his lips, his hair is sweaty and when I lower my gaze, I notice that he is only wearing an apron. Which means, he is shirtless underneath.

Does he want to kill me?

Before I can say anything, he speaks again. Sweet like always.

"I think I know you. You're one of Piper's siblings. She's not here if you're looking for her?" His eyes look apologetically in my direction and I feel my heart beating in my chest. I've never spoken to him. Would now be the right time to ask the gods for help?

"No I- I'm not looking for her." I see his eyebrows raise in question.

"No? Then what gives me the honor?" As he takes a few steps towards me, I almost lose myself in his eyes. Brown and warm, as if a fire of its own glowed within them.

I feel the table at my back and say the first thing that comes to mind.

"The- uh, books." Crap. What should I do now?

"The books here? What do you need them for?" It feels like the temperature is rising, but I don't know if it's me or him. I mean, he's the one who can conjure fire with his bare hands.

"I like to read and thought it would be good to learn something about...metal?" That's probably the stupidest thing I've ever said and I can feel my cheeks turn red again.

"Oh well, luckily I can help you with that. Although I don't read the books for my enjoyment, they are quite useful. Are you looking for specific bands?" He is now standing next to me, looking at me from between the books that are laying on the table.

"No...not really. I thought I might ask you? After all, you are an expert." He seems to like the compliment, because his eyes light up and he winks at me.

"To be honest, I think it's better to learn something from practice. But I can show you some of the books later. Do you want to see what I'm currently working on? I won't light anything on fire in your presence, promise."

His comment makes me laugh and I feel myself relax, I nod and try to mentally prepare myself not to show my admiration for him too much.

He goes ahead and explains some of the functions of his ship - the Argo II. Seeing how proud he is and how he glows with an aura of joy make me never want to let me take my eyes off him.

He's so charismatic and I almost laugh at every word that comes out of his mouth. I feel so comfortable around him. And I didn't think it was possible, but actually talking to him, just made me fall in love with him even more.

He shows me his collection of tools, his magic table, the functions of the different rooms and finally his belt. Which allows him to create almost any tool he wants. It is fascinating, all of it. Him.

"It was just left behind, when I found it here. Whoever left it must have been crazy and I mean crazier than me." We stand facing each other and I smile at him. He looks at me too and I'm weak for just a moment. It's only for a second, when my eyes linger on his lips.

“Did you really come here for the books?" My eyes slowly find his and I shake my head.

"Then why?" We're so close, I can see every birthmark and every stray strand of hair on his forehead.

"I just-" our faces are so close, as if something is pulling us together. I feel his breathing, the heat radiating from him, my heart is beating as fast as if it couldn't keep up.

"-think I'm in love with you, Valdez and I will probably burst in flames, if I would kiss you now. But- thats just a side effect. Can-can I kiss you?" I notice, the tips of his hair bursting into flames.

"You wouldn't even need to charmspeak me to convince me, beautiful."

When I kissed him, the irony of our world hit me, because this time I was the one who felt like I was on fire.

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I Never Really

Part Twenty

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: Alcohol use

Playlist | Masterlist

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A/N: sorry to keep you all waiting :)

It felt like you’d time traveled back to the fall, back to the parties and the falling-in-love, as you got yourself ready for the show. Your heart pounded in your chest, your hands shaky with nerves as you perfected every strand of hair in the mirror. Was your outfit cute enough? Did your makeup look nice enough? Would anyone think your necklaces were cute? Should you take these earrings off? Your mind ran a mile a minute, anxiety coursing through your veins as if you were about to go on a first date with the man of your dreams.

Sam would be knocking on your door any minute to take you over to the house. It’d been a beautiful day, the weather still nice enough to walk even as the sun dipped below the horizon. When the knock finally came, you could feel your blood pressure rising by the second. You opened the door, greeting Sam with a hug, your arms scraping against the sequined fabric of the jacket he wore. His chest was bare, his collarbone bearing a mark you’d left who-knows-how-long ago.

“You might wanna cover that up,” you said softly, trailing your fingers over it.

“Why? It’s kinda rock and roll, don’t you think?” He gave you a half-smile, before taking your hand and leading you out of the building.

The smell of summer was on the warm breeze that blew between the buildings. Music thumped loudly from every other house on the block, rings of lawn chairs and piles of cans decorating most yards. Despite the residual aches in your heart, and the anxiety that still gnawed at the back of your mind, things felt alright.

The two of you finally strolled up to the house, cars lining the street outside. The porch was adorned with the usual attention to detail you were used to seeing from the family. A wreath of plastic tulips hung on the door, and the hammock, which had been missing during the winter months, was swapped out for one that bore pastel hues and cream-colored ropes.

Inside, the house was warm with the heat of dozens of bodies. It was just as overwhelming this time as any, and you stuck close to Sam. The brothers were in deep conversation with a group, but they noticed you immediately, cutting off their sentences to greet you.

“You’re here!” Josh exclaimed, stepping around the crowd to pull you into a hug. “I didn’t know you were coming. It’s so nice to see you.” He trailed his arms down to your biceps, giving them a firm squeeze. “You look lovely, as always.”

You blushed a bit as his compliments, his words never failing to warm your heart. “Thank you. You look nice too.” He was dressed in the typical attire he’d wear for shows, tight shiny pants and some kind of eclectic top.

The time before the show passed quickly, almost too quickly, with Sam keeping a distance from you as he mingled with the crowd. You felt a bit lost without him by your side, sticking close to at least one of his brothers, trying desperately to contribute something to the conversations with strangers. When it was time, you followed the crowd out to the garage, sitting in the grass nearby and watching as the group set everything up, testing their instruments, tuning, checking that everything was right.

You stayed off to the side as the rest of the partygoers filed out from the house, drinks in their hands, smiles on their faces as they waited to hear the band play. It was a great show, every attendee grateful to hear them playing in a more raw, real format than their usual performances at bars. Every song had you captivated, and you even knew some of the words by this point.

In the middle of a song, one you hadn’t heard before, you were struck by something you hadn’t felt before. A realization, or perhaps an intuition. These four, what they were doing here, it was going to be big. Far bigger than what it was right now, jamming for free to an audience of a few dozen. You could almost see it, like a vision, them on a stage far bigger than this. Hundreds, thousands, maybe even tens of thousands, lining the stands and knowing every word. You couldn’t place it, couldn’t put words to it if you’d tried, but you just knew. They had something going here. Something very, very special.

Your eyes were fixed on Sam the entire time. The way he moved his body, the way his fingers moved, every expression he made, it was all entrancing to you. When he came bounding over to you after the show, glistening with sweat, it took every ounce of willpower in your body not to pounce on him like a feral animal.

“Did you like it?” He asked, a bit breathless. “The new song? I don’t think you’ve heard that one yet.”

“I loved it! It was so, like…different. I don’t know how to describe it.”

He talked at you for a while about it, getting into the technical details, and the things that inspired it. Though you only understood a solid half of what he was saying, you listened intently, hanging off of every word. You felt blessed to simply be in his presence, to be able to talk with him like this. It had been a while since the two of you had felt so normal.

A small part of you wanted to take Sam’s hand in yours and drag him back to his bedroom. But another part, the more sane part, wanted to stay right here. In all honesty, this was enough. Just being able to talk with him, under the dusky sky, both of your voices raised above the commotion around you, was like a piece of heaven. Eventually, the two of you wandered back inside, to the comfort of the living room and the brief silence while everyone else was outside.

“So, there’s something I want to tell you, but I swore I wouldn't tell anyone,” he said, his tone far too nonchalant, as he handed you a drink he’d just finished making for you in the kitchen. “Can you keep a secret?”

You gave him a quizzical look, your head cocked to the side. “A secret? Are you sure you should trust me with it?”

He nodded. “I feel like I have to tell you, or I’m gonna explode.”

“Alright. Lay it on me.”

“Well…” He suddenly looked very nervous, his fingers fidgeting with the condensation-soaked glass in his hands. “Nothing’s official yet. And I don’t really know the ins and outs of it all. But we’re pretty sure Jake’s going to land us a record deal. Soon.”

“That’s incredible news, Sammy! Congratulations!” You reached a hand out, resting it on his knee and inching a bit closer to him.

“Yeah. I don’t really know what the whole thing means, to be honest with you,” he said with a short laugh. “That’s not really my wheelhouse. That’s all Jake’s side of the ship. But if all goes well, we’re gonna go record some shit. An actual album, not just recorded in someone's basement.”

“Are you serious?” You ask with a wide grin, excitement welling up in your body. “I can finally force everyone to listen to you guys?”

“Yeah, I expect to hear our shit blasting from your headphones at every opportunity.”

“I can do one better. I’ll walk around campus with a stereo on my shoulder playing it.”

The two of you exchanged a laugh, and for just a moment, things felt entirely normal. But he spoke again.

“So, the plan is, after the album, and once summer break comes, we…want to tour. For a while. At least until next semester.”

“A tour?” Your stomach sank, your palms started to sweat, and you felt a bit dizzy. You slumped back down against the couch, your mind racing. In the back of your mind, you always knew this was a possibility. You'd feared it a bit, prayed this day would never come, when you'd be left behind while the closest friends you'd ever known went gallivanting across the country.

“Yes. I…we’ll be gone for a few months, at least. Jake is already making lists of venues he wants to play. We’ll just barely be making a profit, but we have to get our name out there. Nobody knows us outside of this dumb little college town.”

The question hung in the back of your throat, unsaid yet screamed in your mind so loud you could scarcely hear anything else. When it finally came out of your mouth, it was weak, defeated. “Can I come?”

Sam’s smile faded, his expression stony and unreadable. “I don’t know.” It seemed like there were a thousand implications behind those three words. A million more words behind them that couldn’t be said out loud, but passed between the two of you like some kind of mental tennis match.

You knew better than to push it any further, so you left it alone. Took his answer at face value for now, to be addressed at a later time. It wasn’t that he didn’t want you to come with, but with the way things were, it surely wasn’t a good idea. The two of you shouldn’t even be talking like this at all. It was like you’d completely forgotten about your promises to forget each other, forgot about your willingness to be alone and heal. The pull to be in the same place at the same time, in whatever form that took, was too strong.

The silence between the two of you was heavy and long, and you were certain you would have stayed that way forever if Danny hadn’t come crashing through the door soon after. He looked between the two of you, a smile on his face and a drink in his hand.

He gestured between you and Sam, his every movement conveying just how wasted he was already, somehow. “Hey. You two friends again, or what?”

You and Sam stumbled over each others' words, rushing out hurried and half-sensical explanations. Danny only stared with wide eyes as you both tried to explain, told him to leave, told him to stay, argued and agreed all at once, your voices tangling into a loud mess of chaos and hand gestures.

“Jesus. Sorry I asked,” Danny said, backing his way slowly out of the house, his hands raised in defense.

When he was gone, and silence fell on the room again, you heard a sound. The sound of muffled, stifled laughter. Your eyes landed on Sam, his hand thrown across his mouth, his eyes squinted as he held back a laugh.

“I think we scared him,” you said, the hint of barely-suppressed giggles tainting every word.

The two of you burst into laughs, the kind where you were both grabbing each other for support, doubled over, one hand on your stomach.

“Did you see his face? God, we need to go say sorry or something!” Sam said, gasping for air between every word.

It wasn’t all that funny, but that only seemed to make it even more funny in your head. That, and the absurdity of the whole situation. You felt like you hadn’t been able to feel joy in weeks now. This was like a blessing, a glimpse of heaven, a vision into what could be and what will never be.

“So are we friends again?” You asked, wiping a tear from your eye as the last of the giggles died down.

“Good question. I guess…I want to say that’s up to you, but…” he trailed off, unsure of what exactly he was trying to say.

“I just want you to be happy.”

“I am. I'm very happy. But I worry.” The rest of his sentence went unsaid, but you knew him well enough to know exactly where his worries lied.

“Well, I should go,” you said quietly. “I should get home before it gets too late.”

You started to stand up from the couch, but his hand shot out, grabbing your wrist with gentle, calloused fingers.

“Don’t. Stay.” There was a pleading edge to his words, and it pulled at every single string of your heart.

“Sam, we can’t. We can’t keep doing this,” you protested, though making no move to pull away. “It’s not good for us. We shouldn't even be talking.”

“I know, I know, it’s just…I have nobody else.”

“You have your family. Your friends. You have to let me go. You can’t keep pulling me back, not after what I did.”

“But, I…”

You could see the conflict in his eyes, the painful internal struggle he was facing. The two of you were caught in some kind of cycle. He needed you, he wanted you, he would die for you. You needed him all the same. But you’d hurt him, betrayed him, lied to him. And he’d made his own share of mistakes. You both kept saying you needed time, telling yourselves you had to get away from the other, but you could never run away. You’d always circle right back to each other. You would protest, say you shouldn’t, say it’s bad for you, but it was impossible to resist the temptation.

“I just don’t know what to do,” he said, releasing his grip on your wrist.

You sat back down, despite your better judgment. “I don’t know either.”

“God, you’re just so beautiful, it hurts to look at you sometimes.” He reached out, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “It’s like torture, seeing all those feelings behind your eyes, knowing there’s nothing I can do to fix this easily.”

“Maybe we should stop trying to fix it.” You shifted a bit closer to him, and the scent of him was intoxicating. “Maybe we should actually stick to the plan. No contact.”

“You know we can’t do that.” His hand came to rest on your thigh, his touch electric.

“Then…what are we supposed to do?”

“Same thing we always do, I guess.”

The rest of the night was lost in a tipsy, pleasure-clouded haze as he whisked you up to his bedroom. Hours later, there you lay, naked with him, your body battered and sore in the best way. It was a classic tale at this point, the same one every week. It felt too good to stop it, you needed him too much, your resolve was too weak to tell yourself no. But it wasn’t hurting anything, was it?

When you fell asleep in his arms, you had to wonder if this was all that bad. Breaking your own rules couldn’t possibly be such a grave sin if it felt this good. Though you had to wonder if this was it, if it would get any better than this. The mental gymnastics, the constant emotional agony, was that really all you had in store? Although, if it would end like this every time, there were certainly worse ways to suffer.

* * *

You were gone, back in your dorms. Sam had driven you back early, demanding that you get some rest and relaxation with what was left of your weekend. He’d returned back to the house, under the guise of going back to help clean up, though his motives were far from that. He crept into the house quietly, waiting patiently to see who would be awake upon his return. On the couch, Jake sat, his feet up on the coffee table in the small space he’d carved out from the piles of cans and cups. A bloody mary was in his hand, half-drank, the garnishes all still uneaten.

The two eyed each other for what felt like hours, not speaking. Since the fight, they’d avoided each other a bit more. There had been disagreements like this in the past, sure, but nothing like this. This was uncharted territory, and neither brother knew how to navigate it. Sam knew he needed to talk to Jake. It was the entire reason he’d come back to the house today at all. But, god, was he dreading it.

Jake spoke first, his voice quiet and level. “Do you want to talk?”

Sam nodded, sitting down on the chair beside the couch. He was every emotion but relaxed in this moment. “We should.”

“Well, first off, sorry I decked you.”

“Sorry I started it.”

Jake cracked a half-smile, taking another sip from his drink. “Mom would be pissed if she knew we were still fighting like that.”

“Oh, come on. I can’t even remember the last time we did something like that.”

“I’m just glad Danny and Josh were there to break it up.”

“Yeah, we probably would have killed each other.” Sam laughed a bit, though it was an empty sound.

“Alright. Let me say my piece, then you can say yours. Deal?” Jake asked, taking one more sip of his drink and setting it down on the table.

“Go ahead. I won’t interrupt.”

“So, I’m sorry I did all that. I…genuinely didn’t realize at the time that you and her were so serious. And I’m not lying. I knew you guys were close, and I had my suspicions, but I hadn’t had any, uh, proof until that night.”

Sam had plenty he wanted to say in return, but kept his mouth shut, biting at the corners of his lip to keep himself quiet.

“I got a little possessive. Maybe…maybe even a little jealous. I should have just tried to clear things up before I got mad. She’s just such a catch, you know? But she doesn’t want me like she wants you. And I have to respect that.” Jake took a pause, breaking eye contact to stare down at his hands, rubbing his fingers against a callus. “I figured she was only using me to get to you. Or to make you mad. That pissed me off. But she’s a good girl, and I don’t think she was acting with deliberate malicious intent. She was sad and hurt, because she couldn't have you, and I just happened to be there to help kill the pain. That's not your fault.”

There was a long pause, and Sam realized it was his turn to speak. “But that was pain that I caused her. I should have never put her through all that. I just figured she didn’t like me.”

Jake sighed, crossing his arms over his chest. “You both fucked up. But it’s not like you were both out here with daggers in your cloaks taking every chance you got to backstab the other. It was poor communication, and what I assume to be bad flirting.”

“Yeah, heavy on the bad flirting part,” Sam smiled to himself. “I have no idea how you do it.”

“I’d teach you, if I thought you’d need to use it. But you’ve already got the girl of the century waiting on your doorstep for you.”

Sam paused, pondering Jake’s words. “Either way, I’m sorry I lashed out. But this seems to be a common thread. I find someone, you end up seducing them, and I lose them. I couldn’t handle the thought of it happening again, especially not with her. She’s different. So I got mad at both of you.”

“I understand that. And though I can put some of the blame on myself, most of it lies with her. She made her bed.” Jake’s tone was nonchalant, but it felt forced. He didn't like this either, as much of your fault as it may be.

“I know. But I can’t live without her, I’m sure you’re able to tell. As much as I wish we could both just forget the whole thing, it’s not possible. She’s…really special to me. I can’t even describe it.”

“I know. I can tell.”

“So I have to be able to fix this. There has to be some way. I’ve been agonizing over it for weeks now, and nothing seems good enough. No apologies or cute dates will ever put us back to the way we were before.”

Jake thinks for a moment, choosing his words carefully. “No, you can’t go back to the way you were before. But that doesn’t mean you can’t move forward. She never meant to hurt you. And even if she did, she regrets it, and it will never happen again.” He draws a breath, locking eyes with Sam, his gaze stern. “You don’t have to worry about me. I want the best for you, and for her. She deserves it.”

“I know, I agree with everything you’re saying. But I don’t know what to do.”

“The way I see it, you’ve got three options.” Jake held up three fingers, counting each one off as he spoke. “One, you’re going to cut her off and pretend she never existed. Move on with someone else, someone you don’t have history with. Leave her here while we’re on tour. Two, you’re going to continue this dumb little game you’re playing with her, and break both of your hearts in the process. Or three, you’re going to man the fuck up, talk it out, get over what happened, and ask her to date you.”

Sam mulled it over for a long time. Jake's words were harsh, but he was saying what needed to be said. There was, really, only one way out of this. “But what about the tour? If I ask her to date me, I’ll just have to leave her again in a month, anyway.

“Then bring her with us. If we take the deal, there would be room in the back for one extra person. Wouldn’t hurt us at all, and I’m certain Josh and Danny wouldn’t mind. And if they do, they can tell me, and I’ll tell them to fuck off.”

“And what if she says no?”

Jake shrugged. “Then at least you did everything you could.”

Sam was silent for a bit, thinking it over, weighing his options.

Jake spoke first, his words slow and calculated. “There’s one thing I know for certain. If she’s still willing to try, after all of this, after everything the two of you have gone through, you need to take that chance. She loves you. She seriously loves you. Don’t let this be the biggest regret of your life, Sammy.”

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HI MEEKim here to dump kierabell things…

About Micah escorting Kieran out to the wagon I like to imagine he grew fond of Kieran when they were in colter so he chose to do that job over anything else!! Maybe he even said something corny after dropping Kieran off like “enjoy the ride darlin’ hehehe” AHAHA😭 IDK WHY I just imagine Micah being so corny and straightforward… might be a me thing. Back to colter tho- Micah might’ve started talking to Kieran by either sneaking out to him at night or by being his guard when Charles is busy. If not he’ll cry, bang on the doors and try to crawl through the window only to get thrown out by Charles 😔

Once Kieran is allowed to roam camp freely, Micah would prob try his chances with him while he’s doing chores. But obviously fail because I love awkward romance. Micah leans his arm on the table and Kieran’s like “I was cleaning that :(((“

Maybe Micah would even take Kieran on one of his missions??? I think Micah would try to use Kierans height to his advantage (cause in my eyes Kieran is like 6’4 shh) he’d crawl up on his shoulders and become a human gatling gun AHAHAHD😭 That or Micah is carrying Kieran on his back while Kieran is screaming for his life

That reminds me KIERAN BEING TALL. AAAHHH MY GOD KIERAN BEING TALL. I dont see people talk about it often but IN MY EYES Kieran is the tallest out of everyone I do NOT TAKE CRITICISM… Micah either loves it or hates it because he’s an insecure little baby. If he likes it he might use some dumb pickup line like “mmm now that’s a mountain I would climb ;)” or some joke about how he camped in the mountains and Kieran makes him feel at home… Idk just anything bad and corny enough to cause a divorce. If he hates it Kieran would notice and might even tease him about it. Micah just grumbles under his breath cuz he knows Kierans right

Kierabell foreva…❤️💙

I blush I blush… I initially didn’t see it at first but I love micah and Kieran separately so I was like “oh yes please, convince me!! Tell me!!” Now that I have been told, I see the wisdom.

They have a sort of “pathetic man falls for a man pathetic in a different way” dynamic. Micah is made into a romantic-flop boy fail and Kieran gets to be his tall object of attraction that is simultaneously not catching Micah’s advances, and catching on too fast and out smarting Micah with comebacks.

- I can absolutely see micah getting used to Kieran’s bound hunch and is both intimidated and attracted to seeing Kieran when he is free and able to stand at his full height. Best of both worlds!! Some days Micah loves the height difference, some days he is just having a bad time and sees the height diff as suddenly an attack on him as a person.

- Kieran making an effort to conversation with Micah because micah is… not the worst? It is a day by day thing, often times more like an hour by hour game of “is he in a bad mood??” Micah and his resting unhappy face kills Kieran’s people reading abilities. He usually waits for Micah to approach him.

- ^^But the few times Kieran does talk first, he offers stuff to bond over like Baylock and Branwen, fishing, their history with the O’Driscolls (I imagine Micah had history with them).

- also micah sneaking in during Colter, he 100% would lie and say he just wanted to verbally punch Kieran. That’s what Charles always assumed micah was up to when he had to swat him out of the stable.

- micah would absolutely whisper in Dutch’s ear to convince him to pair him with Kieran to “make sure he stays in line” (it’s actually Kieran who has to wrangle Micah and keep him out of trouble. Tall Kieran football carrying short Micah out of the bar fight).

- Micah and Kieran hang out the outskirts at night because Micah refuses to have an assigned bed and Kieran doesn’t even get one. Need I say more? (They sit together for warmth and or Kieran sits by the fire with Micah until Kieran is so tired to stay up any longer. Micah’s influence makes Kieran stay up and have a shit sleep schedule).

- when micah wears his hat, all Kieran sees when he looks down is the top of the hat /j

- micah is hella butt hurt when Kieran flirts with Mary-Beth and is very jealous when Bill hits on Kieran ((nooo weep weep, Bill and Micah!! Just get along, you can share the Kieran.))

- I genuinely just need to see micah and Kieran having a snarky sassy back and forth and getting progressively redder as they one up the other and get more and more transparent about how badly they want each other. (They both will deny they like the other).

Okay yeah I am adequately deranged for them.

[mha-cuties-pls]

An Annoying Attraction

I hope y’all enjoy, this is my first piece of writing in a looooong time. Don’t forget I take requests!

Pairing: Bakugou x Reader | Rating: T (suggestive content) | Words: 1.7k | genre: humor

Bakugou hated when people had quirks annoyingly similar to his.

Ever since your first day meeting him during the entrance exam, and witnessing your fire production and manipulation powers, he knew you'd be a tough bug to squash. From the second you exhibited your quirk in front of the others, he could already hear the similarities being drawn between you two.

"Woah, did you see that girls quirk?"

"Yeah! Fire manipulation is totally cool, and super helpful in combat."

"Hey, doesnt Bakugou have the same power?"

"No, he can only make explosions. She seems to be able to do whatever she wants with fire."

"Yeah, I saw her use a rope of fire to take down one of the robots!"

"I saw her fly!"

Bakugou audibly grunted at the memory. "Can only make explosions", what kind of bullshit comment was that. His quirk was awesome, one of the best. Who were his second-rate classmates to deem his amazing quirk as anything less than the best?

With his usual scowl, he got up from the table he was sitting at, and made his way to the quad. He knew you'd be studying down under the willow tree, you were always spending any free time down there.

"Sitting in the sun just gives me so much more energy!" You chirped lightly, smiling sickeningly wide at Bakugous face after he asked, in annoyance, why you were always reading in the quad rather than training or sparring with the others.

He scoffed at his memories once more. Sitting in the sun? You think you are just so much better than everyone else, don't you ____? Turning the corner in the hall and walking through the doors that led to area where you sat, Bakugou began to feel himself get fired up; Just itching to tear you a new one and explain how he was the best, and you were here out of sheer luck.

But what he saw when he finally made his way under the willow tree stopped him dead in his tracks.

As he stood, about three hundred yards away from where you sat, under the same tree, he noticed a new figure sitting down next to you. A male figure.

"Deku." Bakugou said through clenched teeth. His fists began to form tight balls at his sides as he watched you and Mydoria, sitting together, so closely, on your blanket. He watched you laugh, and playfully hit him on the arm in response to something he said, and while you may not have noticed it, Bakugou could see the intensity of Midoriyas blush from where he was standing.

Not being able to contain himself anymore, Bakugou huffed out of where he was standing and immediately began stomping over to where you two sat. "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING DEKU?!"

His scream seemed to startle the both of you, but definitely had more of an effect on Midoriya, as he jumped straight up from where he was sitting to stand at attention, while you merely furrowed your brows at him in a skeptical scowl. Are you not intimidated by his awesome power and brute strength? That's even more annoying than your quirk.

"What? I didnt mean anything by it Kacchan I swear!" Midoriya rushed out, taking a few steps back with each one Bakugou took forward. "____ and I are partners for a project and I just thought that-"

"You dont have to explain yourself, Izuku." You butted in, finally standing up on your own and moving so you were in between them. Giving him a mean squint and crossing your arms, you looked at Bakugou directly in his eyes; And you could have swore for just a second, you thought you saw something all too familiar. But it couldn't be. "What's your problem, hothead?"

For a second, Bakugou was too stunned to speak. He was so used to you being happy and unbothered, he wasn't prepared for anything else. Not to mention, when you were staring into his eyes so intently, he couldn't help but recognize how big and pretty he thought they were; And maybe that he had always felt that way.

But suddenly, he realized that you were expecting an answer, and he was just standing there like a fool with his mouth open. Not very becoming of the next top hero.

Midoriya, who was all but forgotten in Bakugous mind, piped up from the corner he had backed into. "Hey-uh, I think I'm just gonna leave you guys to it, okay?" His voice carried meekly to where you guys stood, and continued to exit the quad through the south exit. "Ill see you in class, ____!"

Anger bubbled up once more in Bakugous chest upon hearing what Deku said to you. Since when are you two such good friends anyway?

"Since he was the one who's been nice to me in class since we started here, for one!" You snapped at him, causing his eyes to involuntarily grow a bit wide; He didnt mean to say that part out loud. "Unlike you, who yells at me every chance you can get, just to tell me about how much more 'superior' your quirk is to mine." Though, as your classmate stood in front of you, you noticed the way his sleeves were rolled halfway up his forearm, exposing the toned muscle definition you got to sneak glimpses of during your hero training. It made something low in your abdomen twitch, and you chastised yourself for even dreaming of that reality for a second. There was no way Bakugou was interested in you, or maybe even anyone, like that.

"I dont yell at you!" He shouted, simply earning another grimace from your plump, pouty lips. "I just..." Sudenly becoming distracted, he was unable to formulate a coherent thought to describe what he was feeling. Trailing off, this version of Bakugou almost startled you more than when he raised his voice at you.

Your eyebrow shot up in a moment of genuine concern. "Katsuki? Are you okay?"

That was the first time he heard you use his first name. He liked the way it seemed to roll off your tongue, and the way you were looking up at him with those big, bright eyes made him reluctantly flush a light crimson.

"Are you-Are you blushing right now?"

Bakugou was quick to respond. "NO SHUT UP!" But his usual intimidation tactics seemed to have no effect on you, and he watched a small smirk tug its way at the end of your lips. He tried to quickly think of a way out of his situation, when he was suddenly distracted by the sound of a button coming undone.

Your hands continued their semi-slow descent undoing the buttons of your blazer, to reveal your school uniform shirt unbuttoned dangerously low. If you were right, and Bakugou came over here for the reason you think he did, hope he did, then there was one thing you could definitely do to try and make his tough guy facade crack a little quicker.

Feigning heat exhaustion, you began to frivolously fan your face as you discarded your blazer on the ground.

“W-What’re you doing?” Bakugous voice was laced with something you had heard plenty of times before; Desire. A smirk tugged at the corner of your lips, you got him now.

Eyes going wide to feign innocence once more, you used your free hand to tug at the sides of your shirt, exposing your cleavage even more than it was before. Thank god you decided to wear a push up bra today. “Ugh,” you exclaimed, pretending not to notice him squirming over your subtleties, “its just so hot today, you know?”

But finally, Bakugou seemed to have found his confidence once more; He knew exactly what you were trying to do, and he found it so damn annoying that you thought you could play him like this that he should smack the smirk off your face right now and force you onto your knees in front of him where you belonged. Without waiting another second, he lunged toward you.

Though his attempt, while futile in its initial efforts, proved useful in the fact that upon dodging his advance, you were able to use his own weight against him and manage to get him to land on his back. While you straddled his waist tightly, you made sure to grind your hips ever so slightly. Not enough for anyone who may be onlooking to really notice, but certainly enough that you were able to feel him twitch underneath the strain of his now-tight pants.

“What the hell are you doing, ____?” Only now, Bakugous question came in a hushed whisper, as he frantically looked around To make sure no one was watching you guys. Looks like his small bout of confidence was short lived.

Dipping your waist down a bit lower as to make your eyes level, and give him a better view of your cleavage, you got dangerously close to his face. Possibly for the first time, you were able to study the sharp features of his face up close, and admire his impossibly clear skin and perfectly messy hair; Suddenly, Bakugou wasn’t the only one with red cheeks. “Are you telling me you didn’t initially rush over here in a jealous rage, because I was talking to Midoriya?”

The way your breath danced lightly across his skin from such a close proximity caused an involuntary shiver to run down his spine, and he scowled in defense of his tough-persona. “Of course not, why would you ever think I’d be jealous of Deku.” Though, as you stared down into his amber eyes, you felt a giddy feeling build in your stomach knowing you were successful in seducing him.

“Well,” you started, a sultry tone carried in your voice as you moved your lips closer to his ear, “if you weren’t jealous, then what was it you were coming over here for?” As your words faded out, you took a chance, and took his earlobe in between your teeth and ever so gently, gave a small tug.

An uncharacteristic whimper left his lips, and you felt his crotch twitch under where you straddled his waist once more. However, before you could finish your delicious torture of your newly found admirer, a familiar voice caused you both to stop dead in your tracks, and you could almost feel his impossible length retract from under his pants.

“What do you two think you’re doing out here?” Aizawas monotone voice cut through the palpable tension you two had created, and now both of your faces were a deep beet red. You two scrambled to get up, stuttering desperately to find a suitable answer, but Aizawa simply waved it off, “Just get back to class, you two missed warm-up training exercises already.”

Now Bakugous turn to smirk, he looked away from Aizawa, and back at you struggling to button up your top at an impossible speed. “Dont worry, sir. ____ took the liberty of teaching me her own warm-up excercise. I feel like I could take down 10 of those super-charged robots right now!”

Simply blushing at the situation, you remained quiet, looking at the ground to avoid the eyes currently on you.

“Just get back to class.”

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smh Filth here...

this isnt good enough for me to post on ao3 have it here instead. 18+ and stuff. ok anyway dont tell me if this sucks just leave and dont ever speak again

back fic? george doesnt wanna think and matty likes georges back. no im not projecting what do you mean. warning (technically) Unfinished and bad and idk man just read and again if u dislike (and i find out about it) then DIE im comign to get you. listne to pink floyd and chiiiillll the fuck out IM SO STRESSED i hate posting so much i cant stop speaking im trying to soften the blow (no blowjobs happen) but like i dont know Girl someone get me a gun I REALLY WANT A GUN oh my god OKok ko koko kok ok kok ok ok ok ok juts GO there its'heere

He gets George laid on his front, face pressed right into the pillows and chest fighting to expand under his weight. George keeps making these quiet, almost pathetic noises, whimper-esque, and delicate, and Matty can tell he’s fighting not to grind into the mattress.

“You can make yourself feel good, darling. Go on.”

George responds immediately with the shaky movement of his hips, and a relieved moan, goosebumps rising.

There’s nothing between them now, George already stretched out and far gone, his only thoughts being of Matty and Matty and Matty and Matty. Who is Matty to deny him that pleasure? He’s in awe at how someone can be so beautiful, staring at George’s back like it’s the sun, and it might as well be, because he’s radiating heat like a fire, so desperate to be touched and to feel good that the only outlet is there. George moves his hips slowly at first, and he’s so overwhelmed he thinks he might come just from that, the friction from the sheets more than enough for him.

But he wants Matty.

Matty runs a cold finger down the length of his spine, reverent and appreciative, and George shivers, the motion pulling another quiet noise from him. It’s silent, bar their breathing, and the rustling of sheets, but Matty’s heart is beating so fast that he doesn’t even notice. George isn’t trying to speak, not trying to beg for anything, because he knows if he tries, all that’ll come out is something garbled and stupid, but he doesn’t care, because Matty isn’t making him do any of that today, he just touches and pleases and makes him feel like he’s in heaven.

It isn’t long before Matty’s leaning down over him, letting himself press against George from behind, and whispering things down his neck.

“You want me to make you come? Want me to fuck you, darling?” And George might just cry. He does want it, but he just cannot form the words. Matty doesn’t make him, but when he doesn’t make any move to get off and start properly touching George, George knows that he won’t do anything until he does. He usually forces George to speak when they do it like this, makes him blush and whine and George lets him and loves it, but this time, he’s letting George do things in his own time, pressure all gone, (except in his groin.)

He’s got his hands on George’s waist, now leaning back just to admire him, and George can’t wait any longer. He tries to speak, just the word please, but it doesn’t come out right, and he’s just so desperate that he can’t think to correct himself.

“Just let me look at you a bit, you’re so gorgeous.” Matty doesn’t sound like he’s aware of the fact he exists anymore, so wrapped up in how beautiful George is that time and space no longer accept him as a being, he is simply a conscience left to its own devices, floating around and latching onto this angelic figure beneath where he should be. “Pretty,” he breathes, “So pretty,” again. He’s still drawing lines on George with his nails, like he’s tracing the muscles and all the marks made over the years.

George tries to keep his breathing steady, content with where he is but simultaneously needing more like he needs air, like it’s his only source of life, and he doesn’t know what to do with himself. He doesn’t mind, really, he’s just happy to be touched, because every contact with Matty feels better than anything he’s ever taken, and he can’t imagine feeling any better than this. There’s static in his head, only just about covering the words he needs to make Matty do anything, and he wishes it wasn’t there, but he loves it so, so much.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” Matty whispers eventually, after years and seconds and days and hours and George can’t reply. He wants it more than anything, but he’s so focussed on trying to figure out how to express that, that he can’t do it. A nod is all he can muster up, but he knows that Matty won’t let him just do that, he needs words, proper, full words. Then, there it is, “I need you to tell me, sweet. Words.”

He’s moved further down George’s body by now, and George didn’t even realise it was happening, but he’s pressing kisses to the dimples at the base of George’s spine, so he can’t complain. Not one bit.

Then, he moves drastically lower, kisses the very top of the line between his legs, just where the fat of his [ass] starts to rise, where his thighs turn from muscle to something soft, and he just leaves his face there for a while. He’s got his chin pressed into the middle of George’s thighs, and his hands still all over his back. That makes him speak.

“Please,” he manages, and Matty seems shocked at it.

“‘Please’ what? Need you to use words.”

George can’t, and he almost feels like crying, so desperate it’s making him shake, but he tries again.

All he can do is say, “You,” like a prayer, again, again, and Matty breathes something shaky in return. But he still doesn’t make any effort to move, just strokes the back of one of George’s arms. “Please, Matty.” It feels like they’re the only words he knows, now, really.

“Just need you to tell me what you want. I’ll do it, just tell me.”

Matty was always careful not to push boundaries and to be extra nice when George got like this, he wouldn’t push anyway, but he treats George like an ornament when he’s like this. George loves it. He likes being told he’s beautiful and being allowed to not think and just feel and feel and feel. It’s nice. It’s the best.

“You. Matty. Please.” Maybe they are the only words he knows, and he doesn’t care – they’re the only words that are important.

If Matty couldn’t understand it from that, he doesn’t know what he could’ve, but, that’s a useless thought, because he’s nodding against George, whispering “Okay.”

“Tell me if you want me to do anything else. Anything you want, sweet. Do anything. Squeeze my hand if you want me to stop.”

George nods.

He has to wait a while, Matty making sure he won't hurt George if he goes too fast, slicking himself up, but then Matty pushes into him gently, gripping George’s hand tightly to keep himself under control, and all of a sudden, it’s all worth it. He’s glad Matty doesn’t have a clear view of his face, then, because he’s bright red, sweating, and he just knows he looks an absolute state. But none of that matters at the moment, because Matty is inside him, and still, and he feels so good, so good, so, so, so, so, so good.

If he thought he couldn’t speak before, that was nothing. He can’t even see, completely taken by the feeling of Matty inside him and touching his back and touching his hair and touching him and touching. Matty is the embodiment of pleasure.

“Feels so good, darling,” Matty breathes, and he must’ve leant down, because George can feel his breath on the back of his neck. He blushes at the praise.

He can’t breathe properly with the pillows covering his face, but he doesn’t have the energy to move, and even the littlest of movements make him completely lose coherency, because Matty’s pressed right up against that spot, and he can’t take it.

Matty thrusts after a while, holding George’s hand and making sure he’s okay every few seconds, but when he does, George sees stars. He’s clearly holding back, because he keeps twitching inside George, and George only wishes he could speak more so he could tell Matty to do what he needs, to take as much as he wants, but, alas, he can’t, and he just settles on letting Matty do what he’s doing now.

The feel of Matty inside him is something he‘ll never get used to, it’s all consuming, feels like he’s turning into a star and becoming something otherworldly and living and dying all at the same time. He can’t word how amazing it is, like knowing he’s safe and letting Matty do whatever he needs, because he knows it’ll be good, and he trusts him.

He, eventually, does start to move properly, but only after multiple weak noises from George, desperate and pleading for anything. Matty grabs his hips, suddenly energised and no longer having the patience to be as gentle as he was, and George loves it. He’ll take whatever Matty gives with an open mouth and a chest left wide open, ribs all snapped to get inside, and this is like a knife made of solid pleasure, because there’s that tiny bit of pain, but it’s covered up by the heat that rushes all down his limbs, right down to his fingers, every single time Matty hits that spot inside him, and then everything is all okay.

Soon enough, Matty’s got his nails in the soft, weak skin of the space just below George’s v-line, digging into the flesh and wanting to claw him apart simply because it’s the only possible way to express how intense everything he’s feeling is. George lets the pain bloom and he whimpers into the bed.

“You okay?” Matty asks, and he nods, enthusiastic and truthful and just wanting more.

That’s all he needs, and he seems to lose some amount of his self control, because he starts fucking into George harder, one hand going back to his waist to keep steady, and the other going to his hair. He doesn’t pull just yet, but George wouldn’t complain if he did, taken by the pleasure. Matty’s nails are pressing slightly, and he welcomes the sting.

The sweet, soft, gentle Matty is almost fully gone now, and he’s changed back into something like what he usually is in just a few minutes, and it’s making George sick with want. He’s tightening his grip on George’s hair more and more by the minute, and by now, it’s starting to sting.

George doesn’t think anything’s going to change after that, just thinks Matty’s going to make him come like this, and he has no reason to think anything else. That is, until Matty yanks George’s head towards himself by the hair, and George can’t help the moan he lets out. It’s loud and undignified, but Matty likes it all the same, apparently, because he holds tighter, and keeps his head there for a second. George thinks he might come just from that, the feel of Matty in his hair, tugging.

Heat ripples from his scalp, and it’s not helped by Matty starting to speak. “Fucking back, so beautiful. Perfect. It’s so pretty, fuck.” He keeps speaking until he finally unthreads his fingers from George’s hair, but George can still feel the ghost of his palm. He fixes his grip properly onto his hips and waist instead.

He’s definitely digging his nails into that pale flesh, and it wouldn’t shock George if, when he moves, there’s skin left beneath them. He’s being gentler than normal, which George is grateful for, because he knows that if Matty did anything that was any more intense than pulling his hair, he’d be coming within a minute of him sinking inside.

He can feel heat building in his stomach, and, all of a sudden, he’s overly aware of the sheets rubbing against himself, hard against them, and he whimpers, eyes squeezing. Matty’s starting to stroke his hair, and ramble.

“You feel so fucking good, Jesus Christ. Fuck, George.” He’s digging his thumb into a space near one of the dimples on George’s back now, almost like he wants it to bruise so he’s got proof of it, like the proof isn’t George’s very existence.

George gets closer a lot sooner than he’d like to, but he just can’t help it, because Matty is telling him how good he feels and how well he’s doing over and over again, and there’s so much happening, like the feel of Matty hitting just where he needs every time and the feel of himself against fabric and the image of what he must look like in his head. It’s all too much. Almost.

He doesn’t realise he’s crying until Matty slows down, taps him, asks if he’s okay, and he just nods, nods like it’s keeping him alive, manages to turn his head enough to the side to say “Please, please, Matty, please,” and then his eyes roll back.

He’s so close, whining and whimpering nonsense and trying to form words to warn Matty, failing, but not caring, because he’s blinded by how good it feels, and Matty isn’t letting up, in fact, he’s fucking him harder, pulling George’s hips into his own with every thrust, determined to make him come.

It doesn’t take long before he’s right on the edge, just needing a tiny bit more, and then Matty fists a hand into his hair once more, and he’s gone. The combination of Matty fucking him so good, with the sharp pain on his scalp, is better than anything he could’ve imagined, and he cries out as he comes, over and over, moaning into the pillows and clenching his fists, begging with completely incoherent noises. Matty keeps moving for a bit, and George doesn’t have the mind to protest, nor does he want to, he’d rather lie in the afterglow and be only half aware of how overstimulated he’s becoming.

He doesn’t really notice when Matty comes, and he doesn’t notice virtually anything else for a while after, either, just lets himself be moved around as Matty tries his best to clean him, trying to manoeuvre him into some position easier to clean from, and not doing very well, because…well, the size of George.

sorry ending Shit possibly all shit but whatever i wrote most of it. enjoy life

[buriedinsand9]

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

thirty four

miles morales x hispanic!reader

summary ✧.* you hear a loud crash outside of your window of your apartments fire escape. you find yourself face to face with spiderman, he asks you to help him with his wounds. you help the hero and you feel create sort of connection.

genre ✧.* (strangers to friends to lovers, sorta a low burn ig?)

warnings ✧.* - ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌ you stand up and walk over to where the crash was heard. "hello? is someone there?" you say again, a bit quieter. its a bit dark, so its hard to see the person. the figure get up and you can easily decipher that its spiderman. "what a coincidence." you think. he turns to you. "oh hey! sorry to uh.. crash in to the roof like this." he gets up, dusting off his suit. "its-its okay. are you okay tho?" you ask with a light chuckle. "yeah no im- im good. i just finished you know.. fighting villains. saving new york.. the usual!" he says, sort of with a nervous tone. "its a little cold out here.. you mind letting me borrow a jacket of yours?" he asks holding his arm. "oh yeah sure, come with me."

you lead him to the blankets on the floor and you rummage through your bag. you pull out a pink jacket that says "putillas '95!" its a jacket you borrowed from your mom, or well she gave it to you. you give it to spiderman. he takes the jacket and starts reading the back "pu-ti-llas?" he asks with a light chuckle. "its my moms, i know its uh.. questionable." you both laugh together. he asks about any recent pictures you've taken, you show him all the photos you've taken in the past week. you bond over the photos for a while.

"how are you so casual to hangout with me?" you ask him, as you both sit at the edge of the roof. his masks eyes widen. "well im not sure i mean, your cool and i know you havent really said anythin but our last uh meet. so i think i could just trust you overall wit' it." he says, looking over the city. you furrow your brows, confused on how exactly he knew you werent saying anything, then again he is spiderman. he doesnt really need an excuse..

you both fall silent. hearing the city sounds, the silent night. he looks over to you, almost admiring you. he looks at your facial features, at your hair, your style, he looks at you. miles, not spiderman, miles notices how genuinely pretty and beautiful you are. he blushes under his mask. "its a little late now, i should probably get goin." he says, fiddling with his fingers. "oh, alright." you look at him, he looks at you. you both look at each other for a little too much then you should. he shakes his head, noticing hes staring a little too much, "uh- yeah.. ill see you around?" he says, the nervous tone comes back. "yeah- yeah no ill see you." you smile at him.

he swings to another building. you watch him closely, taking your camera and snapping a picture of him swinging. you look at the picture and smile a little. you notice your smile and shake it off. i look over to where he was last swinging at, hes gone. you look back at your camera, his photo. you pack everything up and go back into your room, entering from your window. you lay in your bed, you sigh. you drift into your thoughts "why is spiderman so casual with me? does he know me? is he someone i know personally? maybe he goes to my school.. but everyones so lame? well, except emilia, josh is okay, taylor, and miles. miles. miles had the same injury as spiderman.. wait no- wait." you stop thinking. you turn over and try to fall asleep. "is miles spiderman?" your eyes open as that one final thought pops into your head. "is miles spiderman?" a/n: took me a while to post this dont know why, tumblr was not workin w me but here it isss i got it t for yall

[pillsarchive]

Being with Edward on thanksgiving!

Since you aren't living together (yet) he expects you to be gone for the holidays.

He sees you standing in his doorway, nose red from the cold outside, trying to balance like six different containers of food in your arms and he almost cries right there.

"Angel? What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be..... with friends? Family? Its thanksgiving."

"Eddie, you are my family. I usually have thanksgiving dinner with my parents on saturday since the roads are less crowded and I can get out of the city easier. Since you hadn't told me about going to see anyone and you uh....... dont really have a tendency to make yourself food with nutritional value - i figured I'd surprise you."

The true gravity of having someone with him on the holidays for the first time in his life doesnt hit him until you start preparing more food.

He thought that the things you brought in the tupperware containers, pie, cookies, stuffing, bread rolls, was all he was getting - not a chance.

You show up early in the morning and spend nearly all afternoon baking more. Thankfully, he didn't stay up too late streaming he isn't in his "office", so you can actually use the stove without setting anything on fire.

You make a small turkey, mashed potatoes with gravy, sweet potatos covered in marshmallow, all the classics.

If he wants to help in the kitchen, you let him. He mostly sticks to stuff that's not to hard to cook (he's terrified of messing up).

After you two are done and the table is all set, you realize he's sobbing quietly and trying not to let you notice.

"Hey, honey, what's wrong?" You give him a giant ass hug to try and calm him down, this just makes him cry more.

"I just - I've just never had anyone do something this nice for me. I didn't think you'd show up at all, you're so - god, you're so special."

You spend the rest of the meal sat on the living room floor watching movies (after trying to eat at the table for a while, you both agreed that having a meal in silence with another person was a sensory hell and moved to the floor) and tangling your feet together under the big fluffy blanket over top of both of you.

The night ends with both of you cuddling on the couch, he falls asleep first and you can see that it's peaceful, no nightmares. He almost looks like he's smiling.

In the morning, you ask him if he'd like to come with you to your parents house for another dinner.

Little guy looks shocked - like someone just slapped him in the face.

"You want me to meet your parents? "

"Course, Edward. We are soulmates -" You giggle a little as you say it - he always calls you two "meant to be" - and kiss him.

When you pull away he's beaming.

"Of course! I'd love to!"

As you're cleaning up the plates and doing the dishes from last night, you catch him staring at you. He turns away quickly, blushing, and you smile at him. As he goes back to wiping down the table you can hear him whispering to himself.

"My angel."

[upper-moon-4askblog]

Rizz anon here! Althpugh I'm not an anon... anymore

1) Can you tell me more about your OCs? I'd love to hear about them and i NEEDD more info before i ask anything

2) SEKIDO DO YK HOW HAPPY IT MAKES ME TO KNOW I MADE YOU BLUSH OMG you're so cute i'm gonna die you dont even have to use your blood demon arts to kill me

Sure thing!!! [I have a lot of them but for now i'll let 9 of them join]

Ishimaki: She's a young demon child, a girl with a big bright heart, she's also a trickster and likes to play games with someone, Her weapon is a tetsubo which is a spikey like metal bat. She can create shockwaves with it. I usually drew many arts of her with Karaku cause i see them as best friends. She sees the demon of pleasure as her guardian due to "The Incident."

Mokushiroku: A manipulating demon who likes to break the minds of other's, including his comrades. He is currently inside of his pocket dimension which is manufactured by a small box. He likes to pretend and bully for the fun of it. Everyone hates him, but he do see Urogi as a fellow pal. Even if it gets a bit to much for the bird.

Gattosurassha: The Samurai demon. controls Iron breathing, He is shown to be the wise of my oc's but other times he can snap very easily. Like Sekido, he tends to have a bit of anger problems. But other times he's calm while meditating. He rather stay away from trouble.

Uranishi: The Mask demon. A mother figure to the group, she's a excellent caregiver and a cook. Like Gattosurassha, She tends to isolate herself to focus of maturing the human world.. And seeing the possibilities on what its like to be a human and seeing what humans do that she cant. She's also the mother of Ishimaki.

Byokininaru: The Kyonshi Demon, He has the personality of a cold-Hearted zombie magician, he barely shows any kind of pity and empathy to anyone. And sometimes jokes about it behind his back.

Fuseijitsu: The Firewheel Demon, Manipulates fire and restrain fire. [Besides the sun of course] He rides on a large wooden wheel, Running over anything in his path. A radical lad.

The Triplets: Consist of Haruki, Moriko and Tsukasa. They were born from three eggs that resembles the sun, earth and moon. A trio of bundles of joy. In one of my Au stories. Urogi was the one to nature them like baby birds. He still do today.

For a brief second, he looks away slightly with a bright pink hue that is slowly spreading on his face. After that second, he quickly regains his composure and looks at you with a heated glare.

— "Oh don't be ridiculous! I did NOT blush because of you!"

His tone is filled with defensiveness, while his face is still a bit pink.

[shimmerwindow]

I Never Really

Part Fifteen

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: Alcohol use, smut (18+)

Sexual Content: Semi-public sex, fingering, cum eating <3, some weird sweat-related stuff idk i was super horny i hope you guys get it

Tag List: @jazzyfigz @dont-go-home-without-me @poochiesworld @stardustcatcher @83rkblogs @jaketsguitar @dannys-dream @gretavanfan @do-it-jakey-baby @gvfpal @ignite-my-fire @gardensgatekeeper @torniturntomyarrow

Playlist | Masterlist

When the morning sun filtered in through your window, you were awoken to immediate thoughts of Sam. Per usual, at this point. You took the morning slow, reminiscing on your dream as you made yourself a coffee. It was one you’d had before, of yourself braiding his hair and putting wild flowers in it, but this time it felt different. There was something so sweet and special about how, if you wanted to, you could do that exact thing right now. You pulled out your phone, greeted by a good morning! he'd already sent you an hour earlier.

morning :) you replied.

me and the guys are playing at a bar downtown next week, wanna go?

You didn’t even need to think twice about it.

i’d love to!!

groovy

That feeling washed over you again, the kind where you wanted to scream and kick your feet. And you actually did this time, burying your face in your pillow and letting out an excited wail. It was nearly embarrassing, how much of an effect he had on you. The way he could leave you a blushing mess even when he wasn’t anywhere near you.

Next week couldn’t come soon enough. Through the days between, you filled the time with idle work, trying to keep your hands busy and your mind occupied. On one of your nightly walks, you found yourself walking the route you’d been avoiding lately. The one past the old lot where you’d seen his car. It still stung a bit, but it was reduced to more of a dull ache than anything.

When the day finally came, you found yourself nervous in a strange way. It was a feeling you’d had before, though you couldn’t quite find the words for it. It was something like being a kid again, having a crush and no longer needing to hide it. You began the short walk over to the bar to meet him before the show started, shielding your eyes against the snow that seemed to always be falling these days.

You walked hesitantly into the bar, looking around at the rather large crowd of people gathered there. It seemed to be a full house, though the building was small. You always felt awkward in scenarios like this, and you could never get yourself to feel wholly welcome. Bars were not a place you frequented, and the environment intimidated you a bit at times. Thankfully, Sam was there to greet you as you sidled up to the bar for a drink. He called out your name, squeezing in beside you to wrap an arm around your shoulders in something like a hug.

“So you actually showed!” He shouted over the commotion.

“Of course I did,” you replied sheepishly. “I told you I’d be here.”

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to imply you’re a flake. Just didn’t think this was really your scene.”

“It’s not.” You paid for your drink, taking a tentative sip. “I’ll need a few of these before I’ll be having any fun.”

“Well, you’d better suck ‘em down quick. I’ll be up there in a few.”

You took a comically large gulp, filling your cheeks with your drink, to which Sam let out a hearty laugh. “Don’t choke to death. I’ll see you after the show.” He gave you a quick kiss on the cheek, and wove his way through the crowd, disappearing through a hallway next to the bar.

You tried to make yourself as small as possible when they made their way onto the stage. It was interesting, seeing Sam in this mindset. He looked different, more focused, a thousand miles away yet rooted in the present. He held his bass a bit gingerly, not exactly the picture of confidence, a half-smile on his face and his eyes turned away when the patrons clapped and cheered.

When the music began, you were utterly captivated. The volume in the space was deafening, but you still strained to pick out every note Sam played. They sounded incredible together, like nothing else you’d heard before. It was a feeling you could not describe, like you’d been here a thousand times before in a thousand other lifetimes. Like your soul had waited for so long for this moment, where you stood watching Sam’s fingers fly across the strings, struck with the weight of the fact that he was yours. You had to force your body to dance along; your mind wanted you to stay rooted, motionless, watching.

Their set ended earlier than you’d expected, as the patrons started to filter out. Not a big enough crowd to warrant a longer show, it seemed. You waited patiently, sipping at whatever drink the bartender had concocted after clearly mishearing your request for a vodka cran, please. There was some commotion, and then a hand grabbed yours off of the bar.

It was Sam. He pulled at your wrist a bit, urging you to your feet. You dragged your gaze up from his shoes to his eyes, taking in every inch of him.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. “Something you want?”

You hadn't even noticed it yourself, but you were aching for him. Your fingers found their way to his shoulder, your nails scratching along his scalp as you ran a hand through his hair. Watching him had felt so intimate, that feeling of him being yours rushing over you in waves, sending jolts straight down your spine. You wondered if any of the other girls in the bar looked at him the way you did, if they dreamed of having him the way you had him. It drove you a bit crazy, in the best way, to ponder it.

"You," you replied. "I want you."

You barely had time to grab your coat as he was dragging you away, down a hallway it didn’t look like you were supposed to be in. He opened an unmarked door, threw you inside, and quickly locked it behind him. From the singular glimpse of it you managed to get before the room was enveloped in darkness, it was a bathroom.

“Sam–”

“Need you. Now. Can I?”

Just a few words and he already had you dripping, clenching around nothing for him. He had you pinned up against the back of the door, his hand still in yours, braced above your head.

“Yes, please, but–”

He didn’t even give you a chance to finish your sentence before his lips were on yours.

“Sammy, you gasped. “It’s dark, let me see you–”

Without pausing, you heard his hand fumble in the dark for the lights, flipping the switch to bathe the room in harsh fluorescent light. You put your hands on his shoulders, pushing him back a bit, needing a moment of silence to take him in.

“Fuck,” he breathed. “You look so good.”

“I was gonna say the same about you.”

He was coated with a sheen of sweat, little droplets having made lines along his cheeks and his neck. His skin was flushed, a thing you rarely saw. His fingers plunged beneath the hem of your pants, immediately drawing rough circles against your clit.

You let out a shocked yelp, to which he quickly covered your mouth. “Quiet.”

“Sorry,” you mumbled out, the sound muffled against his palm.

“Unless you want the whole bar to hear you,” he said, his voice low and gravelly in your ear. He was unforgiving, almost rough, as he sunk a finger into you. But You grabbed at his shoulders, fighting not to make a sound.

“How’s that feel?” He growled, burying his face in your neck and leaving gentle bites across your skin.

“Really– fuck, really good.”

He moved quick, much rougher than the last time, like he couldn’t wait. And you supposed the both of you really didn’t have time for being delicate. Any second, a fellow bar patron could come knocking at the door.

He had you worked up quickly, already teetering on the edge of an orgasm when he withdrew his hand. “Get these off,” he ordered, snapping the hem of your pants against your waist.

You complied, both of you a flurry of hands and fabric as he shoved his pants down just far enough to pull his cock out. It was just as stunning as the first time, you noticed, staring at him. Even in the midst of your hurried movements, you paused for a moment to drink him in.

But the moment passed, and he was lifting you by your waist onto the tiny countertop next to the sink. You hissed at the feeling of the cold plastic on your bare thighs, the rough edge digging into your sensitive skin. You barely felt it, though, the feeling soon replaced by the sensation of him dragging his cock over your folds.

“Ready?” He asked, barely waiting for an answer before he sunk the tip in.

You nodded, bracing yourself for the challenge of taking him in complete silence. You failed almost instantly, when he shoved himself against you, burying into you right to the base. This angle was different, deeper. A moan tore itself out of your chest, embarrassingly loud.

“Baby,” he laughed, just above a whisper. “Quiet.”

“Sorry,” you hissed, flinging your arms around his neck. You had to sink your teeth into his shoulder when he started up a rhythm, completely unable to contain the groans he was so skilled at pulling from you.

“Is that good?” He asked, his breathing picking up to the pace of quick panting in your ear. “Is that what my baby needed?”

My baby. “Exactly what I needed, yes, thank you, Sammy.” The words fell from your lips with no filter, you were focusing too hard on being quiet to put any energy into being demure.

He pulled away from you a bit and cradled the side of your face with his palm, running his thumb over your lips. Almost involuntarily, you sucked it into your mouth, raking your teeth over his skin.

He breathed out a fuck, his hips picking up a bit of speed, and replaced his thumb with two fingers. He ran his fingers over your teeth, and you had to fight like hell to keep a moan from rising out of your throat. His fingers tasted salty from sweat, and a bit metallic, from plucking away at his bass.

You watched the thin trail of saliva chase his fingers when he pulled them from your mouth. It was quick, and dirty, and rough. But there was still such love and care even behind the brutal snap of his hips, in the way he lifted the bottoms of your thighs a bit to make you a little more comfortable. And the way he rested his forehead against yours, so you could still hear every little sound that came from him.

What you were doing here, it was so wrong. You’d never been the type to do anything of the sort. But there was such a thrill behind it, the way you kept glancing at the door to make sure the lock was still latched, the way you both listened closely to pick out any sounds of discovery of your debauchery outside the door.

You were losing yourself in him, slowly losing your ability to be rational. You threw yourself at him, wrapping your legs tighter around his waist and pulling him closer by his neck. His skin was still coated in a sheen of sweat, the scent of it driving you some kind of insane. You couldn’t stop yourself – your tongue darted out, licking against the side of his neck. It was filthy, but so unbearably intoxicating, and the taste of the salt on his skin was, to your own surprise, delicious.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he whispered, pulling away a bit. “Don’t. I’m all sweaty.”

“I know.” You latched your teeth onto his neck, sucking at him until you were certain a bruise would be left there. “Tastes good.”

“Oh?” His hips faltered a bit, and from the way he was digging his fingers into your thighs hard enough to bruise, you knew he was getting close. “Didn’t know you were so filthy.”

“Me neither,” you giggled, each laugh making you squeeze around him a bit harder.

He dropped a hand between your bodies, making quick circles around your clit. You’d already been closer to your peak than you thought, the extra contact rushing you there at a speed that made it incredibly hard to stay quiet.

“You want it inside?” He asked, his voice a bit too loud.

You nodded against the crook of his neck, holding on to him for dear life, your still-healing hand throbbing in response to how hard you gripped at his shirt.

“You first,” he hissed, circling his fingers a bit quicker, positioned just right to leave you a gasping mess. It only took a moment before you were clamping down on him, biting into his shoulder to quiet the moans that rattled from your chest. It was like fire sweeping through you, a burning heat that radiated out from your core to the edges of your body. You shook, trembling in his arms with the force of it, and your attempts to stay silent.

You could feel him twitching in you, his movements slowing to quick, deep snaps of his hips that made you feel breathless. You felt impossibly full, your eyes fluttering closed as he let out small groans through gritted teeth. Everything slowed to a stop, the sounds of music and chatter outside the door beginning to register to your ears once again.

"Fuck,” he breathed against your ear. “That was good.” You could hear the smile in his voice.

He lifted you just slightly, slipping out of you, one of his hands darting under you to catch the combination of your mutual releases that trickled out of you. Your fingers dug into his shoulders a bit harder when he ran a hand through your folds, coating his fingers.

You barely had time to register what he was doing as two fingers slipped into your mouth. “Don’t we taste good, my love?” He tilted his head a bit, watching the way you greedily licked his fingers clean. Somehow, it tasted incredibly good to you. Through the slight bitterness, you could once again taste the metallic tang of his fingers.

“I need to get back out there.” He pulled back a bit, resting his forehead against yours. “They’re probably wondering where I went.”

The two of you hastily pulled yourselves together, gazing at your reflections in the mirror and trying to make yourselves look slightly less disheveled. You caught his eye in the mirror, admiring the slight grin stuck on his face. He was so utterly perfect.

You managed to slip out of the bathroom unnoticed, going about the rest of the night as if nothing had happened. Though the slick feeling between your thighs was a constant reminder of your debauchery. Drinks were shared, the boys and you sharing a toast to a performance well-done. As the patrons began to leave, so did you, giving Sam a discreet kiss as you said your goodbyes.

You didn't notice Jake’s eyes burning a hole in the back of your head as you walked back to your dorm. And you certainly hadn’t noticed him running his gaze over you as you'd walked out of the bathroom, hand in hand with Sam earlier. If you’d have known, you would be mortified. Though the remainder of your night was filled with dreamless sleep and blissful ignorance.

[brattysapphicstuff]

hello!! its car anon (i cannot BELIEVE i got assigned a fucking car emoji VFDAVFSVNF /j)

I went out with my friend yesterday again! hoo girl strap in, i feel like im about to record an audio message lmfao

We went for some patatas bravas and we shared two of them and whatever, and we went to the center of town and acted like dumbasses for two hours and she got new pop off nails (important information for later!) and they're really long and pretty and shes just gushing over them and they look very nice and she cant wait to get back home so she can take off the ones she had and put on the ones she bought (same model, them really long ones that are sharp), and on the train ride back she asked if she could put her head on my shoulder (i dont like being touched usually) and slept through the whole ride and i had to wake her up for our stop and haul her ass out before the doors closed

Anyways, when we left the train we got into my car, and I drove her to her house and she asked if I wanted to see her room, since I was supposed to help her move in but I had to go see my family that weekend. I said yes, and we went up (its just a small little flat nothign special) and we talked and the only place to sit was either the floor or her bed. I didn't want to like impose or anything so i sat on the floor and she sat on her bed and i was like by her feet and in front of her if that makes sense? and she was leaning forward so i could hear her speak (she speaks very softly and i am partially deaf) and she was sort of hovering over me since i was on the floor.

I make fun of her for being short and for being clumsy and so quiet, and theres a bit that I do all the time where I lean dramatically closer to her to hear her when she's speaking loud and clear and saying something wrong. So I get on my knees so im like higher up and put my hands on her knees so she wouldn't back up on the bed and i lean real close to do the bit. but this motherfucker. spreads her legs and wraps them around me and holds me in place and like puts her cheek against mine to whisper what she had said in my bad ear and her hands are on my shoulders and she like presses the nails into my skin and holds me there and avdankvadj??? cdajvad!!! cdabjbcda.

i. could not breathe. and she very much noticed because i blush really easy and my face was on fucking fire and she like looks at me and she fucking smirks and holds my chin (her nail was digging into my lip and oh my jesus fucking christ) and she said that im so cute and i. dude? oh.

and she like laughs at me and kisses my forehead but i thought she was leaning in to kiss me so i leaned forward too and she just stares at me for a bit after. and i was burning UP dude. and she like pulls my face up? so like i kinda have to get up off the floor and crouch very awkwardly but she kisses me and anvdbvfdsjk and shes all wrapped up in me and im holding her legs around me because im an idiot who doesnt know what to do with her hands and then we stop kissing for a bit because shes pulling me up onto the bed (she is very strong) and we're just kinda laying there and kissing and im on top of her and between her legs and she puts her hands under my shirt (they were SO COLD') and just fucking tears up my back with those fucking nails (it hurts now but like. i am not complaining) and there is not a single thought in my head and she starts kissing all up my neck and i am just holding onto the sheets like an old woman clutching her pearls and she whispers something but i dont hear her and so she switches to the other side of her neck and she repeats it and this motherfucker told me that i feel so good on top of her and dude. oh my fucking god. dude. i. dude. dude. brother. sister. my guy. and shes just touching me all over my back and my sides and her nails hurt so good and i.

yeah anyways we stopped because my mom called me like twice and i had to pick up the phone and talk to her and my friend was sitting behind me and just touching my hair n stuff and then when i finished the call she asked if i wanted to sleep over.

(insert the eye emojis here)

unfortunately i couldn't because i had a meeting early today (it could have been an email tbh) but uhm. yeah. then i left and i had to take like a 20 minute breather in my car.

anyways. yeah. thats how that went. i hope you enjoy my suffering avdanvkdsfjv

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omg So sorry for the lack of creativity sdnjgñs

AHHHHH that sounds SO GREAT!! happy for you and living vicariously through your gay experiences.

also,,,,,,, the entire make out sesh sounds very very hot.................. and also cute??? please do update don't spare details! im rooting for you 2 so hard!!

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꒰bad dracula !꒱

sumire is breaking the bias of vampires, one attractive fluffy haired boy at a time.

character x character ship

includes sumire & joker !

warnings : slight spoilers for p5r (kasumi // sumire) , might be a lil ooc (?)

word count : 1917

a/n : happy halloween ! ive been really busy this week so this is a bit rushed but i really wanted to get something out for spooky season !! definitely not my best work as i havent written char x char in a hot minute but i hope you still enjoy

the month of october is supposed to be the most important to those like sumire. but truthfully, shed rather it just didnt exist entirely. the holiday season was hardly a celebration, and the young vampire found herself leaving the castle much more often than usual.

it started out as just a distraction, albeit a bad one. staring longingly at the civilians below her, living her ideal life always filled with a sense of envy. it was unfair. why was she unable to be normal? 

she had begun to memorize the silhouettes of the people who would unsuspectingly walk past the mountain her family estate looked out from. however, one boy in particular would always catch her eye. shed only caught a few glances of his face, but that was more than enough to prove that she wanted to get closer to him, and not just his backside.

maybe october wasnt all bad, at the very least sumire was able to blend in with those around her, just as long as her mouth was covered. but not being able to talk would make her seem rude, wouldnt it? that meant approaching the handsome stranger was out of the question, especially because every solution she could come up with was a dead end. this hadnt been the first time shed try to forcibly remove her sharp fangs, and she felt like a bit of an idiot for even attempting again.

one night while walking through town, she came face to face with the stranger, literally. without looking where she was going, she bumped into his taller frame, being launched backwards onto the ground. you know, when she was pondering whether or not she should come talk to him tonight, this wasnt what she had in mind. “oh, my bad! are you okay?” sumire is brought back to reality and realizes that woah, he is very close to her face and is criminally attractive. she almost entirely forgets the one rule she had set for herself, not to speak to anyone, and grabs his extended hand with the most awkward head nod possible. 

“make sure you watch where youre going from now on, some people arent as nice when you bump into them.” he laughs, and there must be literal hearts in the young vampires eyes right now. she covers her mouth, muttering a small “youre right, ill be more careful.” before hes slowly getting closer again. “are you sure youre alright? is your mouth bleeding?” at this point, sumires nerves are on fire, and if this continues hes going to mistake the blush on her face for her running a fever. 

“uhm, yeah im totally fine!” the handsome stranger doesnt seem convinced. “i dont think ive ever seen you around before, but then again im not really from here. im ren by the way, a second year.” sumire is about ready to hit herself over how easy it was to actually get to start a conversation with him, but the fact that she cant be normal is enough of a reason for her to lock herself in the castle for another 100 years. 

“im uhm… sumire. sumire yoshizawa.” he laughed again, something sumires not sure her heart will ever get used to. “yeah, i know. this is yours by the way.” he holds out the id that fell out of her pocket when they bumped into each other. he looks at it once more before handing it to her. “didnt realize you were older than me, my apologies.” shes correcting him before she even realizes what shes doing. “oh! uhm, its actually a fake. im only a first year.” yeah, that sounded believable enough right? what difference is there really between being 15 and 1500? “is that so?  well you surely fooled me, i guess it works.” she scoffs. “oh please, i clearly look way younger than you!”

sumires guard is down, and ren manages a glimpse at what she was so desperately trying to hide in her mouth. “hey thats pretty cool! getting your halloween costume ready?” her heart sinks, but only slightly. how could she be so stupid? of course people wont question it during the holiday season. “well now that you mention it, yeah! pretty realistic right?” “definitely! hey, if youre free, you should come to my friends halloween party!” a party? nobodys ever invited sumire to one of those before. she hasnt even had someone to call a friend before. she cant help herself but excitedly say yes.

they quickly exchange numbers, ren sending both the address and time, before they go their separate ways. those around sumire dont miss her overwhelming excitement for the next week and a half.

its the day before rens friend, ryujis party. hes asked to meet with her before the party so they can arrive together, and sumires heart is on fire. they meet on the hill in front of her familys castle, and calling ren intimidated was an understatement. 

it was a silly idea really, he knew hed never be able to top how realistic sumires costume was, but he thought itd be fun to try anyways. he was not expecting sumire to appear in an extravagant dress, (hopefully) fake blood, and those same perfect fangs. “you really went all out, huh?” she nods. “oh, but dont worry, the red thing is just ketchup!” he smiles. “yeah i figured. whyd you choose a vampire?” 

sumire was afraid hed ask that question. especially since she didnt have a believable enough answer. “...well, my mom calls me a bad dracula. she tells me to be scarier, but im a bit different!” “i think its clever to take a popular costume and make it different!” oh cool, hes clueless. that surely isnt going to get her anywhere.

the walk to ryujis is horribly awkward, for reasons sumire cant quite put her finger on. shes searching for anything to talk about that hopefully wont scare ren away. “you know, ive never been to party before, but i just wanna have fun dancing! especially under the moon like this.” “well dont be scared, some of my friends are a bit much, but i promise that theyre nice people. and im sure youll crush it on the dance floor, youre already dancing in my heart, after all.” there he goes again with that dreamy smile, the one sumire struggles to find the right words around.

her face reddens, and she finds herself hiding herself in his chest. if she werent undead, sumire swears that ren would be the death of her. he wraps his arms around her, along with his long black coat. “you know, its not necessarily easy to walk with you on me like this, not that im complaining or anything.”

in typical ryuji fashion, his party is a tad bit boring, and further proves you cant leave him in charge of anything. after about two hours straight of dancing, ren had decided to ditch the party, in favor of watching the moon. sumire found him on top of the same hill he had met up with her at. “it looks a little bit like youre stalking me.” “thats bold coming from you, since this is basically right in front of my house.” “i guess you got me there. what do your parents do to be able to afford a creepy place like this, anyways?” “well ive already told you dummy. were vampires.” ren laughs. “its almost as amusing as it was the first time. no, but seriously, are they like, in the mafia or something?” sumire shakes her head. “dont you think even if they were i probably wouldnt tell you?”

ren rolls his eyes light heartedly. “fine then, keep your secrets.” she goes to sit down next to ren on the grass.“its not my fault if you dont believe me. i really shouldnt have even been down in the city that one night we bumped into each other anyways.” sumire shrugs. “and why is that? were you grounded or something up in the big spooky tower?” “i mean sort of. my dad always tells me to be colder to humans, but then ill get a stomachache.” she lays her head on rens shoulder.

“.... if youre really a vampire, why havent you bitten me yet?” sumire sighs. “how many times do i have to tell you? im a bad dracula for a reason! i wont ever hurt you, im a vegetarian after all.” her breath on his neck should have been the warning to run, but he found himself believing her words. “its just a little hard to believe, you know? does that mean other supernatural beings exist?” ren got over his doubts and fears surprising quick, and sumire couldnt help but smile at the way his face lit up.

“i can neither confirm nor deny that. but see? isnt it so much better when you ignore the backend talk thats reflected by the moon?” she pouts. “everybody always paints us out to be so bad. i mean sure, some of us are, but then it makes it just that much harder for vampires like me. like, why do i have to wait until cold october nights every year just to go out? fake id and everything?” ren grabs her hand. “well i guess ive just never really thought about it before. especially since i didnt even know you were being for real until about 2 minutes ago.”

“you can feel my fangs if you want to, for you know, more proof.” she blushes at her own words. did she really just say that? ren nods. sumire moves from laying her head on his shoulder to sitting on rens lap, facing him. his touch is gentle, not like hes afraid of her, but more so that he worries any more pressure and shell break like glass. nobodys ever treated sumire like that before, like she was something that needed to be protected.

 his hand rests on her cheek, thumb on her bottom lip. she slowly opens her mouth, attempting to put her fangs on full display. “be careful, theyre sharp.” she mutters. ren mouths an “okay”, before he places his thumb on one of the teeth. he strokes his thumb over it with stars practically in his eyes. “so cool!” he whispers, like anything louder would ruin the moment. sumires face reddens. ren rests his hand on her thigh.

“so.. hypothetically speaking, if you were to bite someone, does the blood go through the fangs like a straw and straight into your body? or do you still have to like… suck it yourself?” sumire blinks slowly. “that sure is… a first. no, theyre not straws…” ren snaps his fingers, a confident smirk on his face. “damn, looks like futaba owes me 20 dollars.” “did you seriously make a bet on that?” she giggles. “well duh, it was the only logical way to solve it.” sumire glares at him playfully. “okay, okay! my bad, dont bite me!”

she gasps, “i would never!” he pats her head. “i know, i know. im just messing with you.” sumire lets out a “hmph!” sound, turning her head away. “oh come on, dont be like that, im sorry.” he gently kisses her cheek, and as soon as its happened its over. ren cant help but smile at how quickly she whips her head back around, face bright red. he was about to apologize until sumire places a soft kiss on his lips.

“there… now were even.”

grrr why are endings so hard :sob: anyways fic is inspired by bad dracula by red velvet teehee im so tired ^^;;

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"another one, please?” | kissing venti’s bruise

TYSM FOR THE SUPPORT FROM MY MOST RECENT STORY, I WOKE UP WITH 19+ NOTIFICATIONS😭😭😭

WARNINGS

mentions of bruises

2nd time writing on tumblr so it may be bad

anyways

reader is gender neutral 

no specific pronouns needed

bad grammar and spelling (?)

flirty venti?????? 🤭

as the bard wandered around the streets, he had recently drink. again.

ever since you and the infamous bard got together, it was usual for him to go drinking. but were you ok with it?

of course

not.

well, you allowed him to drink a few rounds. but that was it, just as long as he doesn’t get drunk.

but anyway, back to venti.

he pouted as he once again checked the back of his hand, recently in angels share diluc ‘accidently’ dropped a mug onto the bards hand.

which lead to a purple bruise.

“venti?” a familiar sweet voice called.

he instantly hid his hand and looked behind, smiling to see you.

“my beloved! its late, what are you doing out here?” he asked, greeting you with his cheeky smile.

he made his way over to you and hugged you, and then gave you a kiss.

you gladly kissed back, it was supposed to be a short welcoming kiss but it went on.

and on.

and on..

“ah- venti, were still outside.. the people will see us-” you pulled back but he continuously kissed the corner of your lips. 

“let.. let them. so they know that your mine.” 

“venti!” you hid your flushed face on his face, and he giggled at your cute behavior.

“ehe, i’m just kidding! i wont do this with you in public, of course.”

he leaned closer to your ear, “unless you want me to.”

“venti!!”

you both arrive at your shared home, and venti immediately attacked your lips with his.

it lasted for a while, but his taste reeks of wine.

you pulled away, catching your breath, “venti, your breath stinks! you reek of alcohol, did you go drinking again?!” you exclaimed staring at him.

he was supposed to go buy some dinner for you both.

“ah.. ehe?” he nervously chuckled, and walked back a few steps.

you sighed, “never mind.. i guess i’ll just cook.” his eyes lit up, he loved your cooking!

“thats even better! your cooking is much better then some random restaurants!~” he chirped with a big smile.

your heart fluttered in awe, how could you stay mad at him?

you smiled at the compliment, “alright, you may keep me company. but no kissing, okay? and no distractions, too!” you spoke, making your way to the kitchen.

he followed along with a pout on his face, no kisses? boring.

...

as you cooked dinner for you and your beloved, the wonderful smell filled the room.

venti inhaled, then exhaled. taking the smell, “ah, that smells so good!”

you smiled and continued to cook the meal.

eventually, a pair of arms slithered around your waist. 

“venti, what did i say about distractions?”

“but i’m not! just let me hug my beloved..” he rested his chin on your shoulder, closing his eyes.

you blushed at his actions and looked down at his hands.

‘a bruise?’

“venti, where did this bruise come from?” you lowered the fire/gas, taking his hand onto yours carefully.

“ah.. i forgot about that! ehe..” he didnt, he just didnt want to bring it up and worry you.

you examined it, carefully. as if he was a fragile piece of glass.

your face full of worry, the shade of purple was getting quite dark.. how did you not notice in the first place?

you reached for the drawer behind, still holding his hand. you got out a band aid and gently aided his hand.

“y/n.. you dont have to.” although he did like the affection and attention.

"oh c’mon, i’m your s/o for crying out loud. i’m supposed to!” you replied.

venti watched your face, not creepily. but in awe and in love, he truly is a lucky guy. 

“so, how’d this happen? you didn’t answer my question a few seconds ago..” you asked continuing to aid him.

as venti rambled on about how diluc apparently ‘accidently’ dropped the bar mug, you tried to hold in your laughter. luckily he didn’t notice.

“and you know what? kaeya had the audacity to laugh- as well as rosaria!-” his talking stopped as soon as he felt a pair of lips his hand, where the bruise exactly was.

you smiled at your work, and put back the extra band aid back to the drawer.

he was shook, didn’t know what to do or say.

“again.” he finally spoke.

“..huh?” you were dumbfounded, what does he mean?

“again.. kiss it again.” he spoke softly slowly getting closer to you.

and so, you kissed it again. “ah, much better! thank you, my beloved!~” he chirped hugging you.

you were in awe, you hugged him back. 

“i actually have another bruise here, ehe.” he pointed at his cheek.

obviously, there was none. this silly behavior made you quietly laugh, but you kissed his cheek anyway.

not satisfied yet, he pointed to the other cheek. “also here.”

“venti..” you kissed it anyway.

he kept on pleading that he apparently had bruises on his forehead, cheek and neck.

“last one.. here.” he pointed to his lips with a smug look.

you know where this was going.

you gave him a quick peck, then pulled back. but venti being as teasing as ever, he pulled you back to him. 

the kiss was sweet and passionate, and long. you both eventually pulled out for lack of air,

“another one, please?”

BONUS

while kissing the bard, it was technically a make out session now.

but then you smelled something burning.

you slowly pulled away from his lips, which caused him to whine from the loss of contact.

you sniffed the air a few times to make sure, then looked to the stove.

“the food!” you pushed venti away, but gently.

in a hurry, you turned off the fire. and sighed, there goes dinner. again.

you slowly turned your head to the bard who was nervously standing.

“eh.. ehe?”

“what did i say about distractions?”