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💮 Blush Ice – Geto Suguru.

synopsis. Geto Suguru never thought that the smell of mentholated lychee vapes would get his cock hard and throbbing that is until the soft chime of his vape shop doors opened. part 2 here.

tags. geto as a vape shop owner, fem!reader, age gap (suguru is 28, reader is 21), mutual pinning, pervert!suguru, substance abuse, heavy mentions of smoking, vapes, and nicotine, explicit content. word count: 1.8k

note. not proofread, for the life of mine I cannot edit right now. part 2 will be posted soon. credits to: cafekitsune for the mdni banner.

You were going crazy.

It has been a full week since you promised to yourself to quit vaping. You were getting out of your mind, full bags of lollipops were sprawled across the table as you stared at them in hopes of fighting back your nicotine withdrawals.

Fuck my life.

The events of your life were not helping either, your grades getting below the average, the amount of stress the last year of college was slowly getting to you just as you decided to quit, and more importantly the fucking rent was due and you were not paid yet from your part-time job.

Your hands desperately inches to a cola flavored lollipop, and popping them into your gloss covered lips. Licking the sweetness and sucking it in hopes that it will satisfy you.

Unfortunately, it didn’t.

You’ve reached your breaking point. The dull thud of the lollipop hitting the end of the bin as it was rendered useless as you threw it out. Fast steps echoed in the empty apartment as you rushed to your room, feeling the soft fabric of the carpet as you knelt down and pulled at the small hidden box under your wardrobe.

Your eyes twinkle as you finally spot the magenta colored pod, bringing it to your mouth as you take your first hit of the week, breaking the one-week long streak. Mentholated sweetness dragging down your throat as you inhaled, you closed your eyes and fell back into the floor.

“That’s the shit.”

You muttered to yourself, exhaling the white smoke out of your lungs and mouth. The room slowly being filled by fumes and lychee scented nicotine. You took another hit, then another, and another.

Until you notice the bitterness slowly creeping into your taste buds. With your head mildly spinning and your body growing heavier under unseen weight being pushed to you, you exhale.

“This is not the shit.”

Out of all the fucking time it could’ve burned. It chose this day. You threw the pod to the side, clutching your head as the world began to spin rapidly and your body heavier than a thousand rocks. You had to make a trip to the vape shop. Unfortunately for you, the shop which was just a few blocks down your street closed almost a week ago.

Which was, to be honest, the reason you swore to quit. But you had no extra money left to buy a new one.

“Fuck.”

“Fuck.”

Suguru exhaled, smirking to himself as he placed multiple new boxes on the glass cabinet. Restocking the supplies of nicotine to his shop. Thick smoke flying freely in the air as he took a hit of his own, intoxicating sweetness from the multiple nicotine products seeping outside the box of freshly purchased vapes.

Eccentric and detailed tattoos decorated his hands up to his forearm, his hair neatly pulled back into a bun, and a few strands spilling out in front. He continued to refill his store, pulling boxes and boxes of vapes out of one large container, muscles flexing and veins popping through his tank top.

His eyes peeked up as he bent down, the soft chime of the door grabbing his attention. A small gentle smile creeping its way up to his lips.

“How may I help you, sweetheart?”

Suguru hums, his words like satin, smooth and gentle as he stands up straight. Meeting the eyes of the new customer, which was you. He tilts his head ever so slightly taking in your appearance, memorizing your eyes and the way your eyes searched and looked around his shop. His observant eyes grazed curiously at you.

“You looking for somethin’?”

He added. Walking towards the counter where it separates you and him, leaning over the glass. The black piercing in his ear shining under the light. There was one thing that rang through your mind, he was fucking gorgeous.

Maybe the trip half way through town was worth it.

“Just a new disposable, please.”

Suguru nods, and smiles softly at you. Your breath catches up in your throat at how seemingly gentle this man was despite the littered tattoos on his arms. God, he was like a breath of fresh air.

“Any flavors in mind?”

Your eyes wander around the glass containers, black boxes with disposables as its cover. Blue, red, pink, yellow colored ones, almost every flavor you could imagine. You smile back at him, your eyes boring into his. His eyes were like an endless deep dark chasm.

“You have recommendations? Don’t say lychee ice or watermelon, please.”

He raised an eyebrow at you as he walked across the counter, pulling out a laminated card with all the flavors he had. Amusement carved into his pretty features, a smile crawled up to his lips. His curiosity about you intensified.

“You seem like the type to pick blush ice over and over again.” He joked, a smirk playing in his lips as he gave you the card. “You smell like lychee.” He added, shooting you a playful smile.

Your fingers brushed lightly against his as you accepted it. Suguru could not keep his eyes off of you. You gave him a smile, heart beginning to pound in your chest.

“Do I?” Suguru laughs at your reply, deep and raspy. He put one of his hands in his pockets, standing taller than you as he straightened up.

“Just a little bit, sweetheart.” He mused, averting his eyes to the card.

“D’you like fruity ones or pastry?” His fingers reached over the card, silver rings adorned his slender fingers as they slid from left to right.

“Fruity ones.” He nods, fingers pausing against the column of fruit flavored ones.

“Try mixed berries.” Pointing at a purple pod fading into white at the top. “Or grape soda.” he continues, his fingers dragging further down into the card, stopping at a purple pod darkening up at the bottom. His fingers merely a few inches away from your tits.

His fingers were distractingly pretty, your eyes following his every move.

“What do you think?” He asks, his fingers dropping to the counter, he leans back down. His dark hair astray from the clean bun brushing against the side of his temple.

Your eyes settled on the grape soda, a new flavor you haven’t tried.

Lowering the card on the counter, it landed with a soft thwack of the glass. Your mind swirled with thoughts. Was it really smart to spend your last money on some nic? Could it really be that bad to wait for a few days? You sighed. It was extremely careless to spend the last bucks for a disposable when you can get the roof on your head ripped away.

“Nevermind.” You gave him a polite smile, “I’ll have to wait a few days to get a new one.”

Suguru’s head tilted, he was all too familiar with situations like this. Normally, he would smile, nod and let the customer be on their way but he couldn’t do that. Not when he couldn’t take his eyes off you. It was inappropriate for him to fantasize about a customer, even worse, with someone he didn’t even know the name of.

But, God, you were fucking hot.

He cannot walk let you walk out of the store, no. He needed to make sure you would walk back in his shop.

“Say what, sweetheart. I’ll give you this one and you can just give me your old one. Safer for the environment than to just throw it out.”

Suguru was spitting things out now, despite the screams in his thoughts. He could potentially lose money, not that he didn’t have plenty. You could run away with it and never show your face again but he was willing to take a gamble. He was positive he was beginning to look like a creep in your eyes.

You were not. It was like the heavens gave you a fucking blessing as he offered it.

“Are you serious?” Your voice is laced with excitement and disbelief.

He nods, his hands opening the glass counter and pulling out a black box. It was the disposable he suggested. He had noticed the way your eyes landed on the grape soda a while ago, his eyes never missing a detail.

“As serious as you want me to.” He played it cool, taking a step back at his advances. The gentle smile showed up again in his features.

“I can’t possibly, what if I don’t show up again?”

Suguru chuckles, pushing the box to you, stopping a few inches to your hands.

“Then too bad, I can’t see your pretty face ‘round here no more.”

You grabbed the box, it had a little weight to it. Your eyes shifted from his then back to the box. Guilt settling in your stomach as the man offered it. Suguru leans it closer, you could smell the menthol coming out of his breaths, a pleasant scent you could get intoxicated in.

“Trust me, baby. You can take it.” He whispered.

His hands slithering to hold yours. Eyes piercing into you as his eyes dropped to your lips.

You could feel the tension, the building heat in your core as he inches closer. The thick nicotine in the air makes you feel dizzy as you look into his eyes, he lets out a short deep chuckle as if he was taunting you. His eyes snap back into yours hazed with lust.

“T-thanks.”

Your voice shakes, sucking in a deep inhale. You had to fight every urge in your body to not smash your lips against his and sink to your knees to give the man a blowjob as thanks, lips closing around on his cock as your hands pump the parts you can’t fit in your tiny mouth.

He backs up, the smile still on his lips. He cleared his throat and took a hit of his vape.

If he would dare, he would kiss your lips right now and wrap a hand around your pretty throat decorating it with his own marks. Fuck you right there in the shop where the tinted windows would do a decent job of hiding the both of you, bend you over the counter while his hands would take a hold of your hips and keep you in your place.

Maybe he would slip a finger or two in your mouth as he whispers filthy words into your ears.

But not today.

“No problem, sweetheart.” His voice was sweet.

He then turns around quickly, hiding the print of his dick through his pants as it gets tighter and tighter the more you stand near his presence. He clears his throat, his face doing a good job of covering the dirty thoughts he had of you.

“See you ‘round.”

With a shuddering breath, you step out of the shop. The newly purchased, or should you say given? Vape in your hand. You were certainly going back in there.

Maybe get in cashless, and offer your pussy that was making a mess in your underwear for a smoke.

[enderdragongirl]

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ADVERTENCIAAAS: +18, obscenidad, sexo sin protección, ¿degradación?, lenguaje explicito. creampie

Nos encontrábamos en una de las spider fiestas, obligue un poco a Miguel para que viniera, pero accedió con demasiada felicidad, se veía demasiado guapo, lucía unos pantalones y una camisa color negro, color que le sienta de maravilla, usaba unos lentes oscuros que le cubrían sus ojos rojos. mientras tanto yo vestía una falda y un top negro con unas botas largas, al principio Miguel no estaba muy convencido con mi elección, sin embargo, se mantuvo mirandome un rato, de arriba abajo y dejo de discutir aceptando mi vestimenta, sin duda tiene planes para cerrar la noche.

Miguel se encuantra sentado en una silla junto a la barra conigo parada enre sus iernas, una de sus manos sostiene el vaso de whisky que pidió mientras su mano libre se encuntra sosteniendo mis caderas, mientras me muevo al ritmo de la musica en los altavoces, mi respectiva bebida sobre la barra. El resto de los spiders mpezaban a entrar en ambien y la pista comenzaba a llenarse, mi intención era ambientar a Miguel, pero nada parecía funcionar.

— Vamos Miggy — dijo mientras acariciaba mi cintura de arriba a abajo

— No tengo ganas de bailar ahora, pero ve a disfrutar mientras

— Pero quiero bailar contigo — dije mientras le bateaba las pestañas inocentemente

— en un rato más, primero quiero verte bailar — recibí una sonrisa coqueta de su parte, a pesar del tiempo que llevamos juntos cosas como estan logran sonrojarme, intente seguir insistiendo pero por más que le insiste no logré doblegarlo, fue entonces cuando vi a Alexia, una de mis amigas mas cercanas en la cede quien se acerco a nosotros.

— Ven Ali, acompañanos — dijo emocionada — Te la robaré un momento — Se dirige a Miguel, quien asiente y palmea mi cintura

— Ahorita vuelvo — me desped[i de Miguel con un beso en los labios

— Anda diviertete — podía sentir su mirada sobre mi mientras me alejaba, Alexia me guio hacia un grupo que bailaba y cantaba una canción latina, pero muy tipica en estas fiestas, pues todos se la sabían

"CANDY" de Plan b

— Le gusta a lo kinky, nasty y aunque sea fancy se ponte crakly si lo hago romantic — cantaban todos al unisono, mientras se movian al ritmo de la musica, rodeando a personas al azar quienes bailaban en el circulo, Alexia y Peter fueron algunos de los que pasaron.

Al terminar la canción, hicieron un cambio drstico de genero musical, iniciando con una bachata, eres mia de Romeo dantos,

justo en la primer estrofa, se acerco alguien para sacarme a bailar, cuando descubrí quien era, se trataba de Jacobo, otro de mis compañeros y un amigo no muy cercano, al estar en contacto visual con Miguel despues de dedicarle mi anterior baile pude apreciar el momento en que miro por encima de sus lentes, con los ojos osciuros y una mirada asesina a mi pareja de baile, dejo su vaso de whisky sobre la barra mientras se ponía de pie y caminada hacía nosotros.

Ellos siempre habían tenido un tipo de rivaliad que jamás entendí, desde antes que yo fuera parte del equipo, Jacob detuvo sus movimientos mientras Miguel me extendía su mano

— Jacobo — dijo mirandolo friamente mientras envolvia mi mano con la suya — con permiso — rodeo mi sintura y yo pose mi mano en su pecho mientras guiaba mis movimientos, direccionando mis caderas con las suyas, a decir verdad a Miguel de le da muy bien bailar, aunque no lo parezca, fue el quién me enseñó, seguimos bailando, me giro elegantemente y termine con mi espalda en su pecho mientras me seguía moviendo Contra él, para finalizar la canción me giro sobre mi propio eje, terminado cara a cara, con sus labios cerca de los míos, no pude resistir y lo bese, beso que el correspondió, nos fundimos tanto en nuestro baile, que solo los aplausos nos hicieron salir de nuestra burbuja.

Continuamos bailando un par de canciones más, después de unas horas, comenzó a sonar "Me rehuso" de Danny Ocean tome a Miguel de la mano y nos dirigi a la pista nuevamente.

Me abrazo desde atras con su boca a la altura de mi oreja, donde lo escuché cantar, yo estaba sonriendo moviéndome con el ritmo de la música con mi mano sobre su mejilla cantando también, me giro para esta cara a cara, aún con sus manos en mi cintura, junto nuestras frentes.

- Sin mirar atrás sin buscar a nadie más solo quiero estar contigo... - canto mirándome directo a los ojos

Si no te tengo aquí conmigo yo no quiero ser tu amigo

Porque tú eres mi camino, woh

Y yo solo quiero estar junto a ti

Nena, por favor entiéndelo

Solo dame tu mano y confía en mí

Si te pierdes sólo sigue mi voz

Y dale tiempo (tiempo)Mami, al tiempo (tiempo)

Que tú, que yo

— Estamos hechos para estar los dos — terminamos de cantar ahí, tomé su mano y nos dirigi a la salida, en la puerta me detuvo y deposito un beso que me dejó sin aire

— Tengo ganas de verte solo con esa falda — dijo al separarse, le tocó a él llevarme hasta el coche, pues me había dejado atontada por el beso.

Al entrar por la puerta del departamento que compartimos me recargo sobre está y me empezó a besar frenéticamente, agachándose para poder alcanzar mis labios, decidió tomarme de los muslos obligándome a enrollar mis piernas alrededor de su cintura, mi falta se subió ante el movimiento y Miguel aprovecho para acariciar mis piernas.

No supe en qué momento nos separamos de la puerta y comenzamos a movernos por el departamento terminado en la habitación, donde me depositó en la cama, no muy amablemente, dejo un beso corto en mis labios, pero antes de que se separará por completo, lo tome del cuello de la camisa y lo bese de nuevo, está vez más intensamente, mientras me encargaba de desabotonar su camisa, deslizandola por sus hombros, admirando su torso desnudo, deslizando mi mano por este, al llegar a la pretina de su pantalón me tumbó sobre el colchón y se encargó de dejar besos húmedos en mi cuello, deslizándose por mi torso, una de sus manos tomaba mi cintura mientras la otra amasaba uno de mis pechos por encima del top, sus besos llegaron al inicio de la falda, pero no hizo ningún ademán por quitarla del camino, se alejo de mi cuerpo quedando arrodillado entre mis piernas, me encontraba demasiado vestida, prácticamente como llegué, pareció pensar lo mismo que yo, se inclino nuevamente a besarme como distracción mientras extendia una mano y destrosaba mi top, dejandolo inservible

— Oye — me queje de inmediato, separandome del beso, momento que aprovechó para deslizarse hacia abajo — me gustaba mucho —

— Lo sé, te compraré otro y todos los que quieras — lo escuché decir antes de tomar mi pezón izquierdo entre sus labios, subsionandolo, amaso mi peón derecho y cuando estuvo erguido se inclinó hacia este, tomandolo entre sus dientes.

— Ahh Mig — atine a soltar ante la sensación dolorosa, pero placentera. Se alejo de mi pecho, incandose entre mis piernas, estando en su altura, metió una de sus manos entre mis piernas, tentando mi clítoris por encima de la tela, dibujando círculos sobre este.

— Tan mojada — se burló de mí, como no le bastó con el top, hizo jirones mis bragas — Ups, ahora será el conjunto completo — no tuve voluntad suficiente para quejarme. Continuo acariciando mi clítoris, hincado en medio mió, de repente sentí como abofeteaba mis tetas, provocando un escozor demasiado placentero.

— Por favor Miguel, por favor — lo escuché soltar una risita malvada, disfrutando de mis ruegos.

— Aún no preciosa — se bajo de la cama deshaciéndose de su pantalón y ropa interior, en lugar de retomar la posición anterior y darme lo que ambos necesitábamos, se arrodillo quedando por encima de mi cabeza, con la punta de su polla roja, hinchada y necesitada cerca de mis ojos.

 — Abre esa linda boquita — obedecí sin objeción, alineó su punta en mi boca, introduciendo solo un poco, cuando cerré mi boca a su alrededor con la intención de profundizar, se alejo burlandose, tomando mi intención de protesta como distracción, introduciendo su polla por completo en mi cavidad, ahogándome mientras me acostumbraba, comenzó a follar mi boca, atragantandome, antes de extender su mano y jugar con mi entrepierna, con dos de sus dedos abriendo mis labios vaginales, para luego seguir tentando mi entrada con uno de sus dedos, mientras mis manos estrujaban las sábanas debajo de nosotros, hasta que dos de sus dígitos se abrieron pasos en mis paredes vaginales, haciendome soltar un gemido alrededor de la polla de Miguel, quien por la vibración gimió — Preciosa, que linda te ves con mi polla en tu boca, tragandola toda — aleja su mano de mi centro, posa una alrededor de mi cuello para sentir su longitud en mi garganta, mientras la otra pellizca mis pezones. —No no, de ninguna manera — comienza a decir cuando cierro mis piernas en busca de fricción para alcanzar mi orgasmo — te correras alrededor de mi polla solamente — se aleja de mi boca y vuelve a entre mis piernas, tomandolas para ponerlas sobre uno de sus hombros,

Me impulsó hacia delante para que se hunda de una buena vez en mi, pero se aleja.

— Miguel, Por favor, ya no puedo más —

— ¿Qué es lo que quieres muñeca? — se burla golpeando su hinchada punta en mi clitoris

— Follame, por favor —

— Como desees — susurra mientras deja un beso en mi chamorro antes de hundirse en mi — ah, tan apretada

— Oh Sr Ohara — gemi mientras arremete contra mi lento, pero profundamente, con sus manos en mi cintura, tan fuerte que seguro dejará marca.

— Eso es, ¿te correras encima de mi, eh? —gruñe — ¿dejaras que te llene? — abre mis piernas bajandolas a su cintura y escupe un fajo de saliva en nuestra unión, para frotar mi clitoris — vente para mi princesa, vamos, dejame llenarte mientras me aprietas —

—AHHH,por Dios — el orgasmo fue intenso, los músculos de mi abdomen se relajan mientras me dejo ir, mi vista se pone borrosa por las lágrimas del intenso orgasmo, Miguel continua dentro mio por un par de embestidas, antes de correrse en mi interior, procede a sacar su polla de mi núcleo, y se inclina, para limpiar los restos de ambos con sus dedos y depositar un beso en mi clitoris.

— Abre — dice antes de llevar sus dedos a mi boca, los cuales chupó con avidez ante sus ojos, cansada por la intensidad de la noche. — Buena chica — Deja un beso en mi frente mientras se viste con unos pantalones chandal —

— Me debes un conjunto eh, no se me olvida —lo recrimine con la voz apagada, a lo que suelta una risita

—Lo sé amor — acaricia mi cabeza despegando los mechones que se quedaron ahí por el sudo —  ahora vuelvo iré a prepararnos un baño — me cobija con un camisa antes de adentrarse en el baño.

[ac4rus]

The Taste of Red Lipstick (rewritten)

TW: Mention of homophobia, war-fare, self-deprecating thoughts. _____________________

I feel so...tired.

His eyes glazed up dully at the pale ceiling.

Is this what true boredom feels like? 

The feeling of that emotionally tanking dysphoria hit Varian like a bus as it sent him rolling and spinning into a cycle of chaos and despair. 

Much like a lot of the world right now, sadly. 

His hands glided up his battered-up clothes as he rose out of bed, taking his shirt off and tossing it uncaringly to the side. While the young boy managed to finally feel at ease, taking a glance to the surrounding atmosphere dropped his mood significantly. A small notebook that read the words “Day 240: The war isn’t over yet.” 

Out of complete disarray and with a tight squeeze from his hand, he chucked the notebook out the window with an infuriated shout.

He didn’t expect someone to respond.

“Hey! Watch it, commoner-scum!!” The male down below shouted angrily, shooting his eyes up above where the book flew out of. His head was tightly cradled in his hand as he neared closer to the building where Varian resided. “Do you mind?! I already have a splitting headache and you’re just making it worse. Now show yourself before I report you to the proper authorities!” 

Report.. Me?

A threat like that sometimes meant nothing to townsfolk here. But to him, it meant something more than just punishment. The mere thought of eyes gazing and ogling his figure made him shudder as his hands reached up to his shirt in instinct. Looking down at himself, he just felt worse with each residing thought he felt.

“I’m gonna count to three if you don’t show yourself!”

Oh shit.

“One…” He started, his tone harsh. “Two….”

Slamming his hands against the drawer with an insinuated growl from the bottom of his throat, a scowl spread on his tanned, perplexed face. He had no choice but to follow his orders from that mysterious- yet angry man. 

“Thr-” The man started to bellow, before a small head peeked through the window. 

Varian’s hair drifted in the wind, giving the person down below a look of fear, putting his hands up in defeat. 

“Ple-Please… Don’t report me. I’m begging you.” he pleaded, letting the tears fall through his already reddened eyes. A held back sob left his lips before letting more tears stream down.

As the stranger saw the tears fall on the terrace, he straightened his posture. 

The boy above was… really scared. Really, really scared. It almost made him feel guilty for losing his cool at him for something so small and inconvenient as an accidental hit on his head. Sure, the damage is minor, but the startling element still gave him a spook. 

“I see.” He responded with a pop of his lips. 

Nothing came to his mind for another response, his eyes still locked onto the still-crying boy as he shook like a leaf. Almost made him want to embrace him tightly-

Don’t think that. It’s sinful. You don’t wanna end up like them, huh?

And just like that, the homosexual tendencies faded from his mind like dust.

[aliceinborderlandsquidgame]

Salesman x Reader

Tears in your eyes

Tw: MDI - slaps - +18 thoughts - salesman being a snake and we love it - forced kiss - grammar mistakes -

Imagine

After some slaps from the Salesman you start to have tears in your eyes, from the pain and from the frustrating feeling from not being able to win at least once.

At one point you let out a whimper and now your body cant distingue if you are feeling pain or plesure.

Unkown to you the Salesman its starting to get impatient with you, seeing your form, your beautiful eyes with tears, the way you bite your lower lip to prevent more sounds from coming.

Its driving him crazy, he wants to take you to somewhere, where no one can see you and have your full body to himself. To use it and see how much more you can cry and how loud you can scream and beg for him to stop (because he knows he would be using you for a long while).

Its when he wins again that he cant take it anymore, instead of the slap you were expecting he takes your head in between his big hands and gives you a full open mouth kiss that leaves you without breath.

He is a snake, a fox and right now he is a lustfull man looking at a little pretty bunny that its trembling, probably from the suprise and confusion from his sudden act.

"Please follow me" But it sounds more like an order as he takes your arm and guides you out of the station but around a way that you have never seen before.

Both of you end at the door of an aparment that does no aparent much from the outside.

The still nameless man turns towards you and with a smirk says "shall we continue our game inside?"

[polaroidsandmatryoshkas]

en unos añitos

things will be different and i will be able to help others the way i want to. i really love the career i've chosen. i really want to work with Dio at UCR and Joseph and all the cool people i met there. that's my dream. to bridge that gap between mental health and student athletes, for one reason or the other i keep ending up reading on that, researching, just drawn in general to it. i really hope i can do that, i really hope i'll help them one day

[sanemisthiccbih]

headcanons for Bakugou and Tsukishima celebrating their s/o’s birthday, please? like what would they do, what presents would they give, etc. hehehe

You my homie have the honor of being my first request 🥰🥰

Bakugo

Bakugo is low-key a nerd.

While he might be a tsundere, he’s definitely done his research and will make sure you have the best birthday of your LIFE.

Mans got money, he KNOWS how much you wanted that 300$ figure of your favorite anime character, the one that you only mentioned once as a joke

You show up to class just hoping he at least remembered and would be more affectionate

But shock is slapped across your face when his head is turned while he holds a neatly wrapped box with a little red ribbon on top.

“Here stupid, you better like it”

Carefully unwrapping it (these wrapped corners are CREASED, curtousy of Bakugos mad wrapping skills) the gasp and joy on your face at seeing the expensive gift is enough for a cocky smirk to form on his face.

Your obvious greatfullness will make him soft

I REPEAT

SOFT BAKUGO INCOMING

While usually he wouldn’t care to show much PDA to the surrounding “extras” today he’s wrapping his arm around your waist between classes.

You honestly melted his heart whenever he saw the shine in your eye and you realised just how well he listens to you

During lunch he turns to you after you dropped some crumbs onto the table “You’re so clumsy, let me get that” “get what?” Next thing you know, he’s grabbed your fork and is feeding you cake in front of the Bakusquad

The glares he’d shoot to anyone staring is enough to prevent any teasing whatsover (except for when Mineta says “hehehe bakugo, you’re luck to have a girl with a mouth like tha-“ but Bakugo explodes him to the moon 😔✊🏼)

The moment of just you two alone allows a sweet smile to splay on his face and his eyes soften slightly. Tbh, the whole cafeteria is silent seeing this rare sight.

If his arm isn’t around you, your hands are intertwined with his or he’s giving you little smooches on the jaw and hugging you from behind

Today is your day and even though he’s still just as short tempered with the others, Bakugo let’s you know that he loves you and even takes you out after school for your favorite treat!

He probably blew most his money on the figure (not that you’re really complaining) so you two will either

Go sightseeing around the area, feed some birds or kick some shiz, its whatever

Or he’ll take you home and cook you an amazing meal. Birthdays with Bakugo will make you feel like Gordan Ramsey is your husband

He’s taking every ingredient in the kitchen and just making it enhance every flavor.

Mans could cook you macoroni but it’ll come out tasting like god

If you try to help out he’ll tell you “You’ll just get in the way woman. Go relax, if you turn on the TV i already put on [favorite movie]

The night ends in you snuggling up against him, plate in hand while you binge-watch all your favorite movies

For you? He’ll break his little curfew, just this once <3

Tsukki

While he might not be able to afford the 300$ gift, he’s also a big nerd and knows you inside and out.

Despite all the teasing you DEFINITELY endure as his S/O, he still loves you, meaning that hes done his research on what to get you for your birthday.

He’d most likely want to give you something practical. For instance, he remembers your skincare routine from the time he facetimed you through it.

After thoroughly researching similar products, he decided to purchase you a whole ass spa set, 2 of each (which you will most definitely choose to do with him on the night of your birthday).

He assembled 2 catties full of spa mask, skincare products, and scented candles, each having their own AMAZING scents.

Not only this, but your skin will be GLOWING the next day (he skipped practice to research every ingredient)

While he originally planned to take you out to a nicer restaurant with family or friends, his night instead ends with

Green face mask smeared across your faces, he acts annoyed and liek you forced him, but really you just asked once and he followed along to “accompany the baby”

Celebrating a birthday = baby

Both of you watching blackhead removal videos as you wait for the clay to dry and the candles to burn

Tsukki holding the leg wax high in the air

“Please Tsukki! Come on! Just the calfs I swear!” “Listen, you might be the birthday girl but there’s no way i’d go that far. Besides, all the guys would notice when they see hairless calves out of my shorts”

After all the pouting, whining and “but it’s my birthday 🥺” he just couldn’t turn away the person who made his heart thump with every action.

“One condition. Only the upper thigh, nobody will be able to see it” He really does love you :)

With 3 strips of wax, your eyes are shimmering at the barren thighs as he’s clutching to the bed for dear life and his face is still tensed from the pain.

“Y/N?” “Yes Tsukki?” “Never get that done. Please I’ll shave your legs myself if you want”

Your night faded out with you stroking his smooth baby legs as you cuddle around the TV

Once you’ve fallen asleep, he kisses the top of your head and whispers “happy birthday”

I.... I tried characterizing them im SORRY

Tbh they’re a little too soft for my taste but I hope you still enjoyed!! Also

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

P.s. the team found out about his legs when he jumped a little too high and his shorts raised a little too high.

He never lives this down.

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Just in case, I made a backup writing account this one is terminated because of the snap!!

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Spotlight Sunday 5.1.22

A look at a legendary comic in celebration of a legendary life.

The passing of a legend means there are spoilers ahead for… Superman vs. Muhammad AliWriter: Denny O’Neil | Neal AdamsInker: Terry Austion | Dick GiordanoColorist: Neal AdamsLetterer: Gaspar SaladinoCover Artist: Neal AdamsCover Colorist: Bill Baumann | I.R. Colourer The ‘Superman vs. Muhammad Ali’ book was printed in every free country in the world, OK? Now, it’s so good in its way that we can…

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Sweet

Es hora de un pedacito de dulzura, Miguel puede parecer intimidante y sin corazón, sin embargo contigo es todo lo contrario, no solo cuando están juntos, tienes un trato especial.

Llegó al cuartel después de una estresante misión, se setía cansado, lo único que quería era acurrucarse en tus brazos. Caminaba en dirección a la oficina, en donde sabía que te encontraría, pues no eras capaz de esperarlo en casa cuando salía a alguna misión.

Y así fue, recostada en el sofá que puso especialmente para ti, no estabas dormida, leías un libro en una posición incómoda para él, pero no parecía serlo para ti. Lo escuchaste entrar y te giraste para confirmarlo.

— Mi amor — te paraste de inmediato y saltaste a sus brazos en donde te recibió de inmediato y sin dudar, rodeandote fuertemente con sus brazos — Te extrañé muchísimo — dijiste y depositaste un beso en el espacio de su cuello.

Eso fue suficiente para relajar sus músculos, sentirte y escucharte le daba tranquilidad.

— También te extrañé — los guió hasta el sofá en donde estabas y te deposito en él, sabías lo que quería.

—Ven aquí — le extendiste los brazos para que se acercará. Se acurrucó sobre tu cuerpo poniendo su cabeza en tu pecho y rodeando tu cintura con sus brazos.

— Esto es lo mejor después de un largo dia — dice en susurros y comienzas a acariciar sus cabellos, se acurrucó más contra ti

—Siempre que necesites un poco de confort, sabes donde encontrarme — había alzado la cabeza y te miraba atentamente, se levantó de tu cuerpo y cambió las posiciones, ahora él debajo tuyo y tu en su pecho, deposito un beso en tu cabeza.

— Sabes, debo confesar que fue una misión muy peligrosa — levantaste tu cabeza de su pecho y lo miraste alarmada —creí que no saldría de esa y me puse a pensar en que no te dedico el tiempo que te mereces y a pesar de todo sigues aquí.

—Así será, estaré aquí Miguel, yo realmente entiendo tu papel como superhéroe y... — puso un dedo en tus labios

— No, no trates de justificarme, sé que no debo darte por sentada, el trabajo no es pretexto, no quiero que un día simplemente me dejes, estarías en todo tu derecho, pero no se que haria sin ti, así que decidí que mañana me tomaré el día — sentiste tu corazón saltar de alegría, aunque te preocupaba que la ciudad no tuviera su spiderman por un día o que la sociedad de arañas no tuviera a su líder

—¿En serio? — te habías alzado quedando a la altura de su cabeza mirándolo ojos brillosos de felicidad — pero, ¿Qué pasará con la ciudad, los dejarás sin protección?

— Apuesto que los policías pueden arreglárselas sin mi un día, mi prioridad eres tu muñeca — alcanzo tus labios envolviendo sus lenguas en un beso corto y dulce. — Vamos a casa — se levanto contigo en brazos cargandote como una princesa

Llegaron al departamento que compartían, te dejo en la habitación mientras tomaba una ducha rápida y volver contigo a la cama, para acostarse frente a ti, cara a cara, con la piernas enrolladas y tus brazos alrededor de su torso y sus brazos alrededor del tuyo, su boca en tu frente, tus manos deslizándose de arriba a abajo por su espalda. Cayeron profundamente dormidos, era la primera vez después de mucho tiempo que te quedabas dormida en sus brazos y que sabías con certeza que a la mañan estaría contigo a un lado.

Abriste los ojos y lo viste a través de tus pestañas, apoyado en un codo, mirandote con ternura, se encontraba acariciando tu mejilla con su otra mano y se acercó a ti.

— Buenos días — Deposito un beso en tus labios

— Sigues aquí — sonreíste con somnolencia — Buenos días, se siente muy bien amanecer a tu lado — te acercaste a acurrucarte contra él

Lo escuchaste reírse — Tal como lo prometí, soy todo tuyo, te preparé el desayuno — En la mesita de noche a su izquierda se encontraba una bandeja con dos tazas de café aún humeantes, unos hot cakes calientitos con sus topics a un costado.

— Con tenerte aquí es suficiente — repartes besos por su cara y terminas en su regazo, en donde Miguel se toma muy enserio eso de consentirte y te alimenta en su regazo.

— Prometo no desaparecer de nuevo, no soportaría perderte.

Después del desayuno comenzó una sesión de besos que empezó a subir de tono con el tiempo...

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Tell me you love me one time | Gi-hun x Reader

Gi-hun sees you die and says what he never could

Song to cry while reading

Tw: death - she/her for reader - grammar errors

Gi-hun felt his heart stop for a few seconds as he saw the masked guard point his gun at you.

Feeling a gaze onto you, you moved your head to the side, your eyes connect with the eyes of Gi-hun.

You give him a sad smile as a few tears fall from your eyes.

"We never have enough time" you think to yourself.

"Gi-hun, i love you" these are you last words as the masked man pulls the trigger. Blood spreads from you and your body falls into the ground making a nauseaunds sound.

"(Y/N)" Gi-hun screams running towards you. He takes your body into his arms as he screams for you to wake up, tears falling and mind clouded.

"Please (Y/N) wake up, please, oh god please"

He puts his head onto your bloody one, right avobe the hole that is still fresh.

"She is dead" a stoic boy says and Gi-hun has never been on his feets faster in his life. Taking the person by the collar, his eyes screams rage, sadness.

"She is not dead, she is not dead!! Cant you see-"

He is punched hard in the face, falling right next to your body, seeing your eyes open looking at him but you are not there anymore.

"I love you too" Gi-hun says softly, stroking your hair till he is forcefully taken away from you.

That night Gi-hun cried a lot. Hugging his pillow, remembering the little details you always showed him about yourself. Things you would never show others.

Gi-hun decided in that very moment, that no matter what, he was going to win, for his daughter and for you.

[polaroidsandmatryoshkas]

hey

i have this gut feeling that you might be struggling, just like most people do after college. like most people do when life changes and things end and new ones begin. i hope you're being gentle to yourself. you're so worthy, you're smart and you're kind. please know that you're more than the label you had for the past ten years of your life. it's a lot to ask for, but i hope you can understand it. feel well. take care. i'm sorry i kept quiet last time, i'll promise to say something next time. you're good.

[chaosbisexual]

you only want me when the rest of the world goes quiet.

We’re in the car and driving nowhere.

I wonder if the road has an end, narrow and stretching endlessly. If we drove all night, we’d reach an ocean.

You messaged me in the middle of the night, picked me up with the lights off, dead stop in the middle of my street.

I’d been standing by the window, fingers pressed to the glass, thinking about how I was itching to do something, get going like a racehorse in the gates, and when you messaged me, the world slowed, and I was nothing but a deer in oncoming traffic.

I couldn’t say no. I could say no to coffee, I could say no to going to a party with you. Something about darkness and mist on a cold window meant this time, I got in the damn car.

We’re not talking, the radio is playing white noise, we’re not really listening. We were joking before, and I’m not sure how to describe what this silence is.

All the houses are dim and the only things that observe the car at 11:57 are the streetlights, warm light on splattered and uneven asphalt.

Rows of houses, dead, lifeless, and I cannot imagine any life past this one where I’d ever want this town. And even in this life, this town and everything in it are the gates holding this racehorse in an isolation cage, a restraint.  I tell you this in a way that doesn’t sound like it did in my head. Nothing ever does.

You seem unsure about whether anything in this town is something you’d want to leave. you don’t like talking about how eventually, i’ll be the one that leaves. 

There’s an ache in my throat from all the things i’m not saying, but i tell you it’s the cigarettes I smoked the night before. You point out the bruise on my knee from being blind drunk as it pulses, all ugly and proud, until we’re laughing about our party tattoos. 

The ache holds all the words in.

We’re driving out of town, past big properties and barbed wire, and I keep rerunning through every word I told myself I’d say to you if I could. We say nothing we want to, like always, but I’m writing an infinite list of words caught in my lungs.

How I could tell you these drives feel like a head spin after smoking too much.

How I could tell you this isn’t fair; you’re hurting me, and you’ll keep hurting me and I’m going to let you.

How I could be spiteful, ask you about her, replace this silence with an endless, crawling stillness.  

The song that’s playing seems to last forever, and it punctures the silence in which I decide if I stare at the road long enough, I’ll finally understand how your brain works.

You stop outside of my house in the middle of the road again. I get out, watch you drive away. The words are on my tongue, until I’m screaming at my driveway about why I’m going to think about you all night, and you’ll fall asleep with thoughts of someone else.

I keep saying this is the last time, the last drive. We both know it’s not. 

We both know that next week you’ll take me home from a party, give me a bottle of water and complain that they didn’t play our favourite songs. 

So instead of lying to myself, I lie on the pavement. I tell the streetlights and the driveway and the shitty houses, so I don’t have to tell you.

I’d die before I stop driving to nowhere with you.

- AW. 

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