#but geez her face sculpt and hair and are rough

[bumpscosity]

Every rh line needs its flop

But with every flop…

Comes an absolute legend

[all-about-seggs]

Ardent Affections :

Pairing : Timeskip + Virgin! Sakusa Kiyoomi x Female reader

Rating : 18+, Explicit

Word count : 3k

Warnings : Smut and fluff (and holy shit I ended up including a bit of angst) , Loss of virginity, blow job, fingering, vaginal sex, established relationships.

A/n: I prefer dirtier side of Smuts but this was as far as I could go with Saku sooooo I hope my fluffy smut isn't cringey >.<.

Putting the plum filled onigiri in the clean plastic container, you give it another look over to make sure it's tidy enough, afterall, the person you made this for was nothing if not picky. But, you also knew he loved umeboshi, so after a few successful weeks of your relationship with Sakusa, you went ahead and bought more than enough dried plums to practice making something he won't be able to refuse. It didn't take long to reach the gym he was practicing at, with lunch time approaching, he'd be on his break too, giving you the perfect chance to have some alone time.

One would think, that no boyfriend would refuse their significant other's cooking but falling in love with him as well as dating him made you realise it wasn't the status quo. He was, at the very least, peculiar. Always on his own, Sakusa never felt the need to be involved with a lot of people, ironical as it may be for someone who played a team sport, his idiosyncrasies made it hard for most people to get close to him. That's why the sight of a cluster of high shool girls flocking your boyfriend, to give him their handmade goods was comical yet unsettling.

It wasn't something you got jealous at, but it's something that made you second guess yourself instead, whenever the thought of making him something pooped in your head, this same scene played infront of your eyes. Sakusa surrounded by a bunch of girls with heart eyes, wanting to give him stuff. On the verge of losing his polite demeanor, Sakusa almost gave them a taste of his blunt indifference if it weren't for some faculty member intervening. Today was the same.

With the perfect excuse, he pulled himself away from the group and sauntered towards you, eye twitching with a look that screamed ' I saw you having fun on my expense'. You quickly pulled yourself out of the gloomy thoughts and greeted him with your regular smile.

" I didn't wanted to disturb your fan meet", the cheeky tone in your voice added to his annoyance.

" I assure you that you didn't, besides you know I don't like hand made stuff ", he grumbled, voice carrying the regular icky note you were used to but it caused the dull ache in your heart grew. Before you could answer, you saw Bokuto running towards your direction, making you jump with his boisterous greeting,

" HEY! Y/n chan!... Are you gonna join us for lunch as well ?", The look in his face was as cute as his voice which was cutoff by Sakusa's cold one,

" No. I don't like the places you go to eat. Also, I'm done for today so we have no reason to stay.", Curt and to the point, Sakusa answered him and gestured you with his eyes to follow him instead.

" Geez, it's like he can never let loose!, Y/n chan! You should ask him to open up more!", pouting, the energetic male glared at Sakusa's retreating form.

"Ummm, Sorry Bokuto! He still doesn't know how to..... People? I guess? But he's trying! I know he is! So don't worry... We'll catch up with you guys sometime else okay?", With a slight bow, you trailed after your boyfriend, leaving a deflated Bokuto behind.

As you walked behind him, you thought about the first time the both of you met, he didn't even looked at you properly before leaving just like he was right now, about how you had to put your feelings out in the open first so that he'd finally notice them, how, for the last few days your garbage can only had dozens of messed up onigiri, and how the lunch you packed was getting colder by the minute as it layed still in your bag.

You were lost in thought for the rest of the way, he wasn't one to talk much but your constant silence was not something that often happened. Still not being used to initiating small talks, all he could do was gaze at the dazed look on your face.

The two of you made your way back to his apartment that the sports facility provided the players. You had been here a couple of times before but never long enough to actually call it 'staying over'.

" Why are we at your place?", You quietly ask, making him pause before speaking.

" I did say I was done with practice for the day", opening the front door he ushered you in. It was unsurprisingly neat, the entrance not having any useless items, infact everything in his place had a purpose or use.

It was a big step, him letting anyone in his personal space, considering his high maintenance personality you thought he'd dip you in a bucket of sanitizer everyday but he was a lot more chill when you both take your respective baths. He still goes in first.

The moment you stepped outside the bathroom, you saw a nervous looking Sakusa was sitting on the edge of his bed.

" Did you really wanted to have lunch with those guys?", His abrupt question caught you off guard, so apparently he took your silencein the wrong way, but it still warmed your heart to know he noticed and cared enough to talk about it, albeit clumsily.

" Is that why you think I was quite on our way here?", The reply you gave made him avert his eyes, whether it was out of embarrassment or the awkwardness in the room, it didn't change the fact that your sudden change in behaviour was noted by your boyfriend.

" If you have something to say, then I want you to tell me, I'm afraid I won't know otherwise", Sakusa added, finally looking at you with his deadpan yet sharp look.

He was right, every couple needs to have proper communication in order for their relationship to succeed, so with that in mind you decided to tell him about what's bothering you.

Walking over to his side, you sat next to him,

" I made you lunch today, but when I saw you rejecting your fans gifts saying you don't like handmade stuff, it- bothered me.", Your reasoning might've been a little selfish, it's not like you wanted to force anything on him just because you were his girlfriend but the fear of getting rejected always made you hold back on so many things.

" So I didn't give it to you, and then I just started having a trail of depressing thoughts about how maybe I'm the only one who wants anything from this relationship, I mean we haven't even done anything more than kissing Kiyoomi.", To you, this confession was nothing more than the frustrations you've built up. He was silently listening as you went on, not interrupting until you were done.

" I see....", His soft baritone was laced I'm regret as he brought his hands to you head, gently combing the strands, " I'm sorry, I made you feel that way, it's obvious that both of us need to work on our communication skills but there is one thing you got wrong", saying that, his hand combing you hair pushed you forward until you were right in front of his glossy lips,

" It should go without saying that I wouldn't let you in here if I didn't loved you, and you wouldn't be in this bed either if I didn't wanted you.", By the end of his sentence, his hot mouth covered your in a demonically passionate kiss which was all teeth and tongue. It was probably your longest kiss as well, making you grip his shoulders so hard it would've probably left marks if it weren't for his taut musculature. You pressed you hands on his sculpted chest, feeling his nipples harden as you slowly run you thumbs over them. Sakusa pulled away from you to catch a few breaths, his lips shining with your mixed saliva.

" I've never done this before......", hesitation crossed his eyes which soon melted into a look of determination as he brought his face near yours.

"But if it's with you, I know I'll like it", he panted, pulling you on his lap to continue his ministrations from a more closer proximity. The uncharacteristically deep kiss encouraged your hands to roam around more, to feel all of his ripped form through the fabric of his thin shirt. Your hand grazed his crotch, this contact alone was enough to make him twitch, his virginity showing, the blush on his cheeks spreaded all the way to his neck.

The front of his shorts looked so strained,It was painfully clear how much his cock was begging for attention, so you pushed Sakusa back until he was lying flat on the bed, feet still on the floor. Searching his eyes for any objections, you pulled his waistband down to reveal his bulging member. It suited a big guy like him, his thick cock felt so hot and heavy in you hand it took everything in you to stop yourself from jumping on it right away.

" Hggg... Wait... It's-", his voiced carried more embarrassment than discomfort but you stopped nonetheless.

" Dirty?.....is that what you want to say?", questioningly, you looked at him from between his legs as he nodded.

" Well sex is better dirty but, I'll try not to make a mess okay?", With a wink you grabbed his shaft with one hand and took his tip in your mouth. The warm, wet insides of your mouth touching the sensitive head of his cock made him shudder in pleasure but he didn't make more than a hum. Maybe your boyfriend was still embarrassed but now that you finally get to go down on him, you made it a personal goal to hear his moans.

Detemined to hear his beautiful whimpers, you added pressure on his member through your tongue as you moved your lips up and down, swallowing him as much as you could. Droll dripping from the side of your mouth and his precum gave you enough lubrication to increase you pace, going harder and harder until you felt your teeth make contact with his sensitive shaft, that must've hurt, you thought but atleast it got a reaction out of him.

" AH-.....mmmhh Y/n damnit.....you're doing it too roughly", you heard him complain from above you,

" I just rough housed you a little..... Anyway, you can't blame a girl who's been abstaining herself from fucking her hot boyfriend ", with a pop you pulled him out of your mouth and looked up at the wide eyed Sakusa with an uncharacteristic boldness that even surprised you. Maybe it was because of the situation or because you two had a heart to heart conversation about your feelings just now but you felt oddly comfortable with him more than you ever did before. You knew he loved you enough to put up with anything you'd throw at him at his point, so why not push your luck?

"......well aren't you a vulgar little girl", regaining his composure, Sakusa propped himself on his elbows to give you his trademark deadpan look. You squeeze his balls teasingly in an attempt to rile him up further, his face contorts a little before he shoots you a glare.

" I'm going to make you regret that", with nothing more than a growl he grabbed your hand to make lie face down beside him, for a second you thought he'd spank you, but the moment you raised you head from the mattress to see what's going on, a big hand was on your head pushing your face down again, his other hand ghosting over the hem of your t-shirt.

" It's my turn now, so you better behave", emphasizing the behave he first pulled your shirt off of your shoulders, then swiftly getting rid of your pants. This was an interesting turn of event, just a moment ago your virgin boyfriend was squirming like a pathetic little boy but with just a little teasing made him switch into daddy mode, you'd be lying if you said it wasn't thrilling.

You laid there stark naked as you heard a few rustling sounds coming from behind, indicating Sakusa taking his cloths off. His long, deft fingers grabbed your hips, raising them a slightly off the surface of the mattress, the digits of his right hand crept near your dripping core as if wondering if he should touch you or not, you moved your hips closer so you could feel his touch but he retreated his hand, only to pinch one of your butt cheek. The tease.

" If you're expecting me to eat you out too then keep dreaming..... but since I made you wait so long, I'll give you something else today", his matter of fact tone was even as he traced two long fingers up your slit taking in all of your juices, he pushed them inside your aching pussy. His thick digits rubbing your walls made you moan in the pillow, with his thumb he started rubbing your engorged clit. His actions were not exactly gentle but you didn't wanted them to be either, you wanted him to pound you into the mattress so bad but maybe it was asking too much from someone inexperienced.

" You like this right?", It wasn't exactly a question, as his increased his speed, with his free hand he pinched your ass again leaving small red marks in the fleshy patch of skin. Your first orgasm in so many weeks approached you with an intense force, making you buck you hips in Sakusa's hand. Just as your pussy started clenching around the fingers that was inside it, he withdrew his hand leaving you with a strange sense of emptiness.

" Not so fast y/n, it's more efficient it we cum together, besides I know you want more than just my fingers", his voice carrying the cockiness of someone far more experienced but you can't complain, for both his actions and words were easily bringing you closer to the edge. Ignoring the stickiness of his fingers he lightly massaged your butt cheeks before kneeling right behind them. The sight of your flushed, naked body was enough to get him going, something that he dare not admit.

From the corner of your eye, you saw him opening his bedside drawer to retrieve a condom. Well, atleast one of you were prepared for this, just as he finished putting on the thin protection, he asked you,

" I'm putting it in y/n", he didn't make it sound like a question but it wasn't until you nodded in approval, that he moved. Groaning lightly, Sakusa entered you inch by inch, making the process as slow as possible so could clearly feel the delicious stretch his thick cock provided. You were already panting by the time he bottomed out in you, as he started moving his hips you rolled yours to match his pace, creating a steady rhythm.

Both your pants and body were in sync, building up pleasure that soon reached its peak, the roll of your hips and the sound of his name from your mouth urged him to take a hold of your hips and drive his pulsating member further into your cunt. He felt your walls clenching around him when your body experienced the well awaited orgasm, quivering beneath him like. The sudden pressure added on to his cock made your boyfriend follow right after. The both of you were still riding your high when he lowered his torso on to your back, sweat slicked bodies on top of each other, you wondered what kind of face he would be making right about now. Hoping it wasn't one of disgust, you turned your face to the side, his endearing curls tickling your ears as he kept his nose buried in the nape of your neck.

There was a serene quality to the room where the two of you laid still until Sakusa got up abruptly, you knew that it was bath time even before he uttered anything.

" Let's eat", his soft voice seemed almost like a whisper which was confusing and astonishing at the same time when he tossed one towel to you and quickly wiped himself with the other.

Making quick work of the cleaning, you both went to the living room where you pulled out the bento box from your bag. It felt cold against your hand but this time it didn't make you sad because now you were sure that the person next to you wouldn't reject it.

Opening the box, you noticed they got a little crushed, probably because of you tossing your bag aside dejectedly when you first arrived, the previously well made onigiri lost their original shape but you hoped they tasted the same.

Gingerly showing him the box you thought about quickly explaining it's condition and telling him about how you made it in the most hygienic way possible for a human but the words died in your mouth when Sakusa briskly took one piece out and munched on the distorted rice ball. You watched him chew, waiting became too nerve-racking so you blurted, " How is it Kiyoomi?!", Talk about putting pressure on a guy but it didn't deter him from telling you the truth.

" It's good", the simple reply he gave was the best, you thought, his words were never grandiose, just to the point that's what made you believe them everytime he decides to be honest with you.

"Next time...", He mumbled in between his increasing breaths and tinted cheeks,"Lets make it together".

[stardusttrashed]

The Games you Play- Bakugou Katsuki

Pairings: Bakugou Katsuki x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.2k+

A/n: All characters are aged up to 18, slightly nsfw

“Please y/n,” Midoriya asked in a hushed tone, his beaming smile never breaking. “He’ll listen to you, he always does.”

You let out an exasperated sigh and turned toward the green-haired boy buzzing with excitement. “He does not! Why can’t you just ask, Deku?”

“You know Bakugou won’t listen to him,” Uraraka quickly chimed in, defending Midoriya. “But he seems to like you enough to listen to you-.”

“He listens to Kirishima too, y’know,” you spoke a bit too loud as you cut her off. The thought of Bakugou liking you back made your cheeks grow warm. Sure, you’ve spent plenty of time inside and outside of classes with him, but you had convinced yourself he saw you as nothing but a friend. Heck, even the term friend may be a bit of a stretch.

“Who will listen to me?” Kirishima questioned as he slid into the circle, startling you out of your thoughts.

“Bakugou. Midoriya wants Y/n to ask him to join our class bonding activity. He seems to think if she asks he is more likely to agree.” Tenya eagerly broke down the situation, his tone a bit too loud for the quiet conversation the group held.

Kirishima shrugged and nodded nonchalantly, “he’ll definitely come if you ask. Dude kinda has a soft spot for ya.” His eyes lit up with a mischievous glint as he caught a glimpse at who was entering the room over your shoulder. “Now hurry up and ask so we can leave. Trust me you’ll be fine,” he laughed as he shoved you gently. 

You stumbled back a bit, yelping a quiet protest before you crashed into a hard surface. A large hand wrapped around your waist to steady you. “Oi, watch where you’re going, idiot.” The group quickly turned away, acting as if they had no idea what was going on. You felt your body tense up, the butterflies in your stomach set ablaze at the sound of his voice. He must’ve just came in from a workout, the veins in his forearms and tiredness in his voice still prominent. You didn’t have to look at him to know he was wearing his signature black tank. The tank that clung to his chest, leaving little about his muscular stature to the imagination. 

“Are you goin’ to move sometime today? I kinda have things to do.”

Mustering all the courage you had, you turned to face him. You had to force your eyes away from the tight black tank clinging to his sculpted chest and up to his fiery eyes. “Aw, I thought you liked holding me,” you teased, batting your eyelashes at him only to receive an eye roll. The hand resting on your waist tightened slightly, almost unnoticeably. You had his complete attention. Well almost, it was hard not to notice and keep an eye out for the idiots pretending to be busy behind you. “C-come to the arcade with me, er, I mean us.” You did a mental facepalm at the slip of your tongue. “Everyone from our class will be there. I thought it’d be fun and Uraraka convinced Tenya it’d be a good class bonding outing for us. But it’s cool if you don’t want to come. I just figured you could hang with Kirishima or make fun of Deku. Or-.”

“Geez, you’ve been hangin’ out with damn Deku too much. Blabbering, like an idiot” despite his somewhat harsh words you couldn’t help but notice the playful smirk on his lips. “Almost like you just like hearing your own voice.”

You rolled your eyes, “I’m not the only one who likes it, hothead. We’re meeting outside in an hour and we’re heading to the nearby arcade together. You better be there or I’ll kick your ass the next time I see you.” You sauntered away towards the elevators, ignoring the streaming profanities being shouted behind you. 

 ----

You looked around the group, searching for your favorite blond other than All Might. Just as you were about to give up hope something in the doorway caught your attention. 

Bakugou begrudgingly walked through the doors, his hands shoved into his pockets. “Oi, if you bozos don’t hurry up we’ll run outta time,” he shouted as if he had been waiting on everyone the whole time. He glanced at you, slyly taking in your outfit change from earlier, before walking past the group. He’d be lying if he said you weren’t the reason he came. He couldn’t give two shits about ‘class bonding’, but getting to hang with you without having to be the one to ask. Now that, that’s what got him to come.

After a quick walk and train ride-- both of which were full of Mina’s comments about this being the time to act on yours and Uraraka’s crushes-- you all had arrived at a small arcade. 

“Okay, but hear me out, guys. All you have to do is invite them to play a game with you. Bing bang, done,”  Mina continued in a whisper as you all poured into the small building. 

Jiro caught a glimpse of your expression and quickly chimed in. “One game and Mina has to leave you both alone about it for two weeks.”

You looked over at Uraraka contemplating the offer. “It can’t be that bad right, Y/n,” she finally spoke after a moment. “Not like we have to tell them how we feel,” she seemed to be rationing more to herself than you. “It’ll be just like hanging out at school or in the dorms. No biggie.”

“Yeah, sure, whatever.” You turned to Mina with a pointed finger, “but not a peep after okay?” You relaxed slightly as she made a zipping gesture across her lips. 

The two of you separated from the group of girls, all of you scattering about the place. Uraraka had decided to invite Deku to a game of Skeeball. You watched the pair make their way over to the line of machines before deciding to focus on your task. 

“Is this what you do at arcades,” Bakugou scoffed as he walked up to you. “In case you didn’t know you’re supposed to play games or something.”

“Then why are you here and not playing,” you shot back. You leaned against the table behind you. 

“Playing with you is fun enough for me.” You rolled your eyes in hopes of distracting him from the blush forming in your cheeks. 

“Is that the only reason you came?” You took a challenging step toward him with a raised eyebrow. “To play with me? I know it’s not ‘cause you wanna bond with our classmates.” You paused, waiting for him to do something other than stare at you with a frown. “Y’know, some of our classmates seem to think you kinda like me.”

“Who the hell said that?!” Bakugou’s eyes darkened as he scanned the room, glaring at the classmates paying no attention to him. “I’ll beat their ass! I bet it was that damned Deku! Buncha damn idiots.” He continued to mutter under his breath, his focus now on looking around the room for the green-haired boy.

You laughed quietly at his avoidance of the exact answer. He’s cute when he’s all worked up, sparks flickering from his hands. Maybe that’s why you always riled him up, pushing his buttons until you could hear his tough kid act. Knowing when it came to you it was all bark. A smirk played with your lips as they landed on a photo booth. “Cool it sparky, come take pictures with me.”

Bakugou’s lips curled up into a sneer as he clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. The annoyance from his earlier outburst still simmered inside of him. You always did that. Got him to explode just so you could sit there with that stupid, beautiful, heart-stopping smile. It drove him crazy.  “Like I’d do something so irritating,” he clicked his tongue. “Who goes to an arcade to take pictures?! Why don’t you ask pretty boy icy hot to take dumbass photos with you?”

“Fine,” you shrugged, calling his bluff. Before he could say another word or make a move you made your way over to Todoroki. You leaned against the claw machine he focused on intently, watching the way your best friend’s brows furrowed in concentration. “Todoroki, can you take pictures with me,” you mused once he finished unsuccessfully. “I have pictures with like everyone else in the class but you.” You shot him your best puppy dog face. 

Watching you talk to icy hot made Bakugou’s blood boil. The way you leaned in a bit. Or how you took his hand after he agreed. Your angelic smile. That should be him, but his loud mouth spoke before he could think. He didn’t expect you to actually call his bluff, thinking he could get you to ask just one more time. Not to be a dick, but so he could hear those words fall off your lips. So he could relish in you asking him to do something other than train with him or drag him to class movie nights. As much as he hated that you were making the first move and not him, he hated watching you giggle away with Todoroki more. That’s supposed to be him making you giggle. He’d let you press all of his buttons for just a chance to hear your quiet little giggle. 

It didn’t take him long after watching you and Todoroki walk out the booth to make his way over to you. He calloused hand wrapped around yours, tugging you into the booth with him as he grumbled, “come in idiot.” His heart fluttered at the feeling of your soft hand in his. It was different compared to when the two of you trained together. He hadn’t realized how soft you were before, even when you’d come over to cuddle him during movie nights. 

“Katsuki,” you chuckled as you let him pull you back into the booth you just stepped out of. You were barely able to wave bye to Todoroki before the curtain closed behind you. “I thought taking pictures at an arcade was stupid.”

“It is.” He plopped himself down on the bench, “but if it’ll make you smile, whatever.” He mumbled the second part of his statement, but the close space ensured you heard it. You smiled shyly, doing everything in your power to pretend you didn’t hear that. 

“Damn it’s cramped in here.”

You shrugged and sat beside him, “it was fine when Todoroki and I were in here.”

“Yeah, well, I’m bigger than him.” You let out an amused hum at his claim. It was true, Todoroki had a slimmer frame in comparison, but not enough to back Bakugou’s reasoning. “Come ‘ere.” His usually rough hands gently lifted you off the small bench and onto his lap. “See? More room now.” He moved to the middle of the bench, his hands resting on your hips. 

You smirked and wiggled ever so slightly to ‘get comfy’. “Definitely. What was I doing thinking we could fit sitting next to each other,” you scoffed and rolled your eyes. You shifted so he could see the knowing smirk on your lips. “Not like you’re just trying to show up Todoroki or anything.” 

Steam was practically fuming out of his ears and you couldn’t tell if it was his typical anger or from embarrassment. “Do you want the damn picture or not,” he barked as he jammed coins into the machine. “Annoying ass.” His grip on your hips tightened slightly, pulling you closer to him. His chest was pushed flush against your back, providing you with a comfortable warmth. 

Bakugou’s scowl remained pressed into his face as the countdown for the first picture reached zero. Even now you couldn’t help but think of how handsome his features are. The way his fiery eyes tried so desperately to display their normal anger. The small glimpse of his teeth through his lips. You were infatuated by him, to say the least, which spurred your next actions on. 

“Can you smile at least once Katsuki?” You turned your head so that your nose brushed against his jawline. You trailed your nose along his smooth skin up to his cheek while keeping in mind the continuing countdown. 5. “As hot as your scowl is I wanna see you smile.” 4. “Pretty please,” you dragged out the two words the best you could. 3.

The close proximity of you two combined with the feeling of your breath against him drove made his mind hazy. All he could do was watch you through the screen and pray you couldn’t feel the growing bulge in his pants. Or even worse, his ramming heart. 2. His eyes sparkled with excitement despite every attempt he made to stop them. That’s when you struck, your soft lips pressing gently against his cheek. 1. 

“What the hell you do that for?” You were sure his bark could be heard across the arcade, but you couldn’t care less. The blush gracing his cheeks was absolutely priceless and you managed to catch it on camera. Your sweet laughter only helped spread the blush onto his ears. “Oi, cut it out!” You threw your head back with laughter, the melodious sound ringing through his ears. “What’s so funny, eh?”

“Y- your face,” you attempted to speak through your fit of giggles. “Didn’t look so tough then. Maybe you are a softie Bakugou.” His name sounded like honey dripping from your lips.

Bakugou rolled his eyes and tried to force another scowl onto his features, but it was no use. Watching you laugh with your entire being made him feel warm, at ease even. There wasn’t anyone or anything else in the world that matter to him right now other than making that sound continue. Your smile and laughter were absolutely contagious. Before he knew it he was laughing along with you. Or at least he was before the flash of the photo booth brought him back to reality. 

“Yeah, yeah. Real funny.” He desperately was trying to regain his tough composure before the final countdown finished. His only problem was your dying giggles made it unbelievably difficult. That’s when it hit him, “let’s see how you like it.” His calloused fingers caught your chin, gently turning your head to face him once again. He was hesitant, yet somehow confident at the same time. As if he knew exactly what he wanted, but wanted to make sure you wanted the same. His crimson eyes looked down from your own to your lips, desire clouding his vision. 

He had fantasized about kissing you from the first time he fought you during training, but he didn’t think he’d ever actually get the chance. You were the typical nice girl, the girl that everyone in the class got along with. Never one to start any trouble. But when he fought against you he saw an entirely different side. You were snarky the entire time, confidently taunting him. You didn’t even flinch at his outburst or threats, you just threw threats right back at him. That’s what he liked most about you, you weren’t soft like people made you out to be.  Since then he took every chance he had to spend time with you. Every after school training, class required team-ups, and free weekends spent with you and Kirishima only made his desire increase. His fantasies began to take over, filling his mind day and night. And yet, here he was. 

“If you’re gonna kiss me then get on with it,” your voice came out as a shaky whisper. His hot breath ghosted your lips which made the butterflies in your stomach dance with anticipation. You lifted your head slightly to let him know you wanted this as much as he did.

That was all he needed for him to roughly crash his lips onto yours. He hungrily leaned into you, desperate to get closer. You bunched up his shirt in your hand in an attempt to pull him closer. He had to keep you close. He needed to prove to himself that all of his fantasies were nonsense. Or maybe it was to prove to himself that this was real. That someone like you would give him the time of day. 

The roughness quickly dissolved into a soft yet insatiable hunger. Your lips were so much softer than he imagined, it took everything in him not to melt. Your hands rummaged through his blond hair, tugging whenever you tried to get closer. You were flush up against him yet there was still too much space in between. You needed this just as much as he did. Bakugou’s grip on your hip tightened as if to anchor himself. He furrowed his brows as he deepened the kiss, determined to make this moment last as long as possible. You both could barely breathe, but neither had intentions on breaking. As much as he enjoyed pecking your soft lips, he craved more. His tongue brushed against your bottom lip.

The bright flash quickly reminded you of your surroundings causing you to begrudgingly break the kiss. You kept your eyes closed as you waited for the haze in your mind to clear. “Been hopin’ you’d do that for a while now,” you chuckled, ghosting your lips over his before opening your eyes. You were met with his drunken gaze, his crimson irises undeniably intoxicated by you as they took in every curve of your face. 

His chuckle spent shivers down your spine, “all you had to do was ask, idiot.” He growled quietly, pressing a quick kiss to your lips then the crook of your neck.

“Didn’t think you’d be that good.” His eyes darkened at your playful tone. “Or that you’d even have the balls to-.” You were cut off by another kiss, rough enough to shut you up but quick enough to leave you wanting more. He took your bottom lip between his teeth and gently tugged. 

Just as he opened his mouth to speak a familiar voice cut in, “anyone in there?” You were greeted by Mina pulling back the curtain, her mischievous grin growing wide at the sight of you two. One look at your swollen lips and Bakugou’s messier than usual hair and she knew automatically, but the pictures would confirm it.

“Mina no-,” you begged as she disappeared back behind the curtain. You jumped out of the booth with Bakugou close behind only to hear Mina’s squeal. The role of photos laid in her hand as she scanned each picture. You could feel your cheeks growing warmer by the second. “Hand ‘em over Mina.” You made a failed attempt to grab the role from her.

“Mind your damn business raccoon eyes,” Bakugou hissed as he snatched both roles out of her hand. You sent him a wide-eyed look. “What? She doesn’t need to see the pictures to know you’re mine.” He carefully shoved the roles into his pockets. His strong arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you close to him. Your back pressed against his chest as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, whispering against your skin.  “You are mine right?”

You ignored Mina’s excited gaze as you turned around to face him. “Duh, dumbass. Took you long enough to realize it.”

[malethirsty]

Polar Saviour: Sandy

Summary: When you trip up at a rally, a different type of hero steps up to help you, one that has opposing views, but sometimes, opposites attract & make a blasting connection.

Warnings: M/M smut (21+), bareback (Wrap Before You Tap!)

Attending an Anti Trump rally was something you’d never experienced before, but you were part of the generation that he and many like him was fucking over, so you had to do your part for a better world. So you threw on a ‘Why be racist, sexist, homophobic, when you could be quiet’ shirt, grabbed your homemade banner saying ‘Peach showers await Mr. Trump’ and made your way out to the streets.

As expected the place was packed as you marched down the streets of New York, chants alternating between ‘No Trump, No KKK, No Fascist USA’, ‘Lock Him Up’ and various other things like that. The reason you hadn’t gone to one of these before was because of the raucousness of the crowd & this was no exception, people were hustling and bustling about, and various people were being squashed around, including yourself. Not wanting to cut in front of people, you reluctantly stayed where you were as the crowd bustled forwards through the streets. Suddenly, you lost your footing and fell hard onto the pavement “Fuck!” You groaned, if you’ve ever fallen over, you’d know how rough and gut wrenching it is. “Shit man, are you ok?” Came a voice, you cautiously moved your head to see a man had departed from the crowd and had moved over to make sure you were alright “Yeah, leave me here for a bit and I’ll gather my strength” you said. The man laughed “I think people will think you’re dead if you stay stock still on the road.” “I guess so” you conceded “I’m gonna help you up alright?” He stooped down and pulled you up, “We’ll head to a cafe on the corner, I’ll check you out, make sure you haven’t hurt yourself.” You nodded, only half listening gazing at your savior, he had black skin, with darkly tinted brown eyes to match and a shaved frizzy hair style, he looked absolutely gorgeous, like a beautiful dream that had come to life.

You barely even noticed the change of place until he sat you down on a chair in an emptied out cafe and started to check you over. “I don’t think you’ve broken anything, there seems to be a bit of bruising though” You looked down and saw what he meant “It still stings but not as much as it did, thank you Mr.” you looked at the man hoping he would get the prompt “Sandy” he responded “Sandy, well I’m Y/N, thanks for helping me out.” “No problem Y/N.” The two of you placed orders and started small talk, you learnt he was steeped in political knowledge as he learnt about your journalism. “So I figured if I went, I’d have something to write about this week for my column.” “Yeah, ‘PROTESTERS: practice spacial awareness at events’ should be your headline” Sandy quipped back, leading you to laugh and grin, usually sarcastic comments would be retorted against, but something about his delivery worked so well.

“So why were you there? Something Trump tweeted about John Lewis? The ‘First Black President’ statement during Black History Month?” You asked, having had the ‘President’ blocked on Twitter for years on end “No, I’m actually a Republican.” Midway through your handful of chips, you choked. Sandy rushed over to hit you on the back, clearing your airways. “You keep running into trouble Y/N!” Sandy exclaimed “Yeah” you subtly said, if Sandy was a Republican, what was he doing at a Democratic event? You posed the question to him after he returned to his seat “Well whilst some of my views are Right Wing, like the right to own guns, I think my party and the world deserves better than Trump.” “Absolutely, but guns? When they contribute to massive deaths?” “So do knives but you don’t see people calling for a boycott.” Sandy responded “And it’s more complex than that, the amendment even if it could be changed, would take a while to pass by, rednecks could refuse to give their blessed weapons over, pandemonium potentially breaks out. I’m not saying anyone should be allowed to own a gun, but there are things people need to consider regarding our constitution.” As much as you wanted to stand very against his viewpoint, you knew he had points “I guess, cutting gun passage and starting proper screening processes could help minimize the amount of deaths in America, I get the whole defense thing, but it’s a shame that this country has turned into a place where Ultraviolence is an art form. Where sex is bad but violence is the new black.”

Sandy stared at you, taking it all in “I like how you debate your issues & how you didn’t storm off or make a big deal due to the side of politics I’m on.” “Well I probably would have tripped over my chair and hurt myself more.” You countered making him grin “And also when a big threat to our world is posed, people on opposing sides have to meet in the middle, or else the threat picks at our weaknesses and plays us against each other.” Sandy nodded “Very true. Geez, at least this went better than the last conversation I had about this.” “I hate to ask but what happened?” You grimaced slightly, worried about what it could have entailed “It was my ex girlfriend, Hannah her name was, she initially saw past my views and we had a decent relationship, and then it came back up because I didn’t like her essay and even when we broke up, she still wanted sex.” Your mouth dropped open, you felt bad for the poor guy, whilst being Right Wing wasn’t the best thing in the world, this Hannah sounded like a right piece of work “Shit Sandy, I’m sorry you had to go through that.” “And it always happens, people like her are like ‘Oh I’m in my 20s, I’m gonna move to New York, be a free spirit, date a black guy and go to a dangerous part of town.’” “It’s like they want to date black men because of the societal view of thugness or thrill that comes with it!” You exclaimed “You took the words right out of my mouth” Sandy quipped.

You soon finished your meal, and you reached for your wallet to pay “Nah Y/N, let me.” Sandy started “No Sandy, you’ve done enough for me today.” “Seriously, my treat.” He responded to you. You abandoned your attempt to get your wallet “Well I have to pay you back somehow.” “You don’t have to, unless you wanna go back to mine.” He subtly grinned your way, and you wondered was there a trace of a flirt in his grinned gaze? You decided to take the chance “Yes I will.” You said “Good. I thought you might.” Sandy responded. Having rested in the cafe for a while, you were able to stand on both feet and you followed Sandy past the crowds to his flat.

His flat seemed like any other that you’d come across, everything neatly arranged, his political books all stacked on a shelf & his bed tucked away in a corner. “Mind if I rest my leg up against the table so I can see how my bruise is doing?” Sandy nodded and having his ascent, you sat down and tentatively stretched your leg out, the black and blue colour now starting to stand out stronger than what it did “Oh that’s bloody great, people are gonna fucking notice that, it’s as clear as day.” “What if you stayed in with me?” Sandy offered “What would we do, streaming and cooking is great, but that can get tiring, no offense.” You quickly turned to see if Sandy was alright and found his face studying yours, much like how you did on the way up to the cafe “None taken, babe” and before you could react, he moved over & kissed you deep.

His lips felt so pleasant yet dominant, you moved further in, letting a moan fall out of your lips, making him laugh “And I haven’t even got your clothes off yet” “Well you better take it off then” you countered. Sandy proceeded to take off each garment “Fuck, you look real sexy when you’re naked man.” He exclaimed with a lustful tone in his voice. He lusciously stripped his shirt off for you, his sculpted pecs and four pack made you moan out in pleasure “Pants. Now” you got out as Sandy laughed and quickly disposed of his pants & underwear, his big cock flopping out. He moved your leg from table to lounge and moved his dick in front of your face “Suck my dick babe” he said softly & not wanting to waste another second, you lowered your head & began to suck. Sandy threw his head back breathing out an “Oh fuck!” you moved further down, tracing his veins. Louder groans filled the room as he grabbed your head and guided you “Oh fuck, you’ve got an amazing mouth, so fucking good!” He leant down and gave you a kiss “Fuck, I taste good on your mouth!” 

"Sandy I want you to fuck me.” you got out. Sandy not wanting to prolong you, made his way to the other end of the couch & began to shove his cock in your ass “Oh-Oh Fuck!” You moaned out, "You alright? If it hurts too much I’ll stop.” You nodded at Sandy and he stopped so you could steady your breathing “Keep going” you told him and he finally bottomed out balls deep. “Guess it’s true, black men have big cocks.” You said, causing Sandy to laugh “Babe, if you think our cocks are big, wait till you see how we fuck.” He started a passionate fast pace fuck into you, moans filling the apartment. You ran your hands down Sandy’s chest & tweaked his sensitive nipples, making him cry out in pleasure “Yeah Y/N, keep going!” You continued whilst running your hands down his four pack, getting to grips with his defined muscles while Sandy continues to fuck you.

“You wanted this” he moans out “Yeah I fucking did.” You responded, the adoring pretty gaze you had given him on the streets was gone, replaced by a look of lust. “And now you’re getting it, such a good fucking slut!” “Yeah, I’m your fucking slut Sandy!” You responded, the dirty talk flowing naturally “Yeah, good sluts like you get rewards.” Sandy gripped your cock & began to stroke it in time with his pace “Fucking come for me, shoot all over me baby boy!” It felt so sudden, like your load had been brimming up this entire time, but you hadn’t noticed because of how good Sandy was fucking you. “OH SANDY!” You screamed aloud as you shot your load all over him “Oh fuck!” Sandy laughed out “You blew a lot! I must be fucking you real good then.” “Y-yes you are.” You breathed out “Well then, I better keep going.” And he thrust in harder than before, drawing another lust toned scream from you, you didn’t know how he could have gotten faster than before, but he did, despite that, you knew that even the strongest man has limits.

And this was proved right after a while, as Sandy’s pace got sloppier “Fuck, I’m gonna come!” He groaned “Yeah Sandy! Give me your cum!” You moaned out, riding him hard, meeting him with every beat. “You want me deep in you?” He groaned out “Yeah fill me up please!” You yelled out. Sandy continued go rut inside you, gazing deep as he did so “Fuck babe, I'm cumming, God I'm cumming! Oh Fuck!" He finally cried out as you felt his cock pulse, load upon load squirting inside you." "Y/N babe, that was fantastic!” He kissed you, you returning with the same amount of passion. You rested up against him “Fuck, you’re amazing!” Sandy grinned “Nice to know Y/N.” He picked you up and led you to his bed “Now, we have two weeks and a bunch of positions to do & this time I’m gonna show you the blacked the berry, the sweeter the juice. And by berry, I mean my balls” You grinned up at him “Bring. It. On.”

[avengers-nextgen]

Salex Smut

So this is the first time I’ve tried writing smut. I’ve taken on the endeavor of it with a good friend of mine! Anyways, this is about two years into the future. Obviously there’s mature content ahead but...enjoy!

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Enzo was now much taller than his sister. Lankier, goofier, and all around content with his life. He’d changed a lot since he was thirteen. Enzo was nearing sixteen years of age and he’d grown sure of himself. On the contrary his sister was very much the same.

The only difference came with the tattoo sleeves across her forearms which covered old scars from a darker time. She was still aloof, reserved, and she didn’t stay longer than necessary in conversations.

But the light of the small party made her seem less distant and more alive. She too had grown into herself-as they all had eventually-it’d just taken a little longer.

Alex was quick to note that Sage smiled more, laughed louder, and seemed much more relaxed than she had in years past. Of course, she still valued her freedom.Alex had tried, but convincing Sage she could stay year round was nearly impossible. The girl was wrapped up in her own little adventures as she took on the burden of developing a new Asgard. She wasn’t alone though, Thalia helped, but she was also preoccupied with Wakandan affairs.

It’d been nearly a month since Alex had last seen Sage, but she didn’t mind. If it benefitted her girlfriend it was worth it. Alex smiled to herself as Enzo eagerly got Sage up to speed on the latest missions. Sage listened and nodded on occasion, but she’d taken notice of Alex’s stare.

Sage couldn’t quite tell what the blonde was thinking from just a glance, and soon she was tuning out her brother’s rambling. There was something sentimental, heartfelt, and affectionate in Alex’s blue eyes that reminded Sage how long it’d been since she’d gotten a proper look at the spangled hero.

Of course, they’d had a brief reunion before Enzo dragged her off into the little party celebrating new Shield recruits, but it hadn’t been enough.

“Sorry Enzo, I’ll catch up with you later okay?” Sage patted her brother on the arm.

“Yeah, of course! Don’t worry. You’re probably busy and stuff,” Enzo grinned from ear to ear, “but you have to tell me how New Asgard is going.”

“I will. I promise.” And Sage meant it. She wanted to catch him up on all that was happening, but it would have to wait.

— — —

Alex had decided she’d done enough observing for the evening and went to retire for the night. She’d never been too much of a party person, and as shallow as it sounded-she hadn’t known any of the new recruits. It wasn’t that she hadn’t tried, but they seemed uninterested in her. Thus, Alex deemed it best to leave things as they were.

She slipped off her shoes and brushed them aside with her foot so she wouldn’t trip on them. Once satisfied with their new location she shrugged out of the leather jacket to drape it over the back of her desk seat.

“Nice jacket.”

Alex glanced over her shoulder to see Sage smirking in the doorway. Alex had gotten the jacket from Sage on her last birthday. “I like to think so.”

Alex busied herself with undoing her hair-benefits of having Piper as a best friend-and set the little pins and clips aside.

“You got a hair cut,” Sage noticed.

“Yeah,” Alex smiled, “anyways, how was the trip? Did things go smoothly this time?”

“Mhm.” Sage nodded, tucking her hands in her pockets.

“Good.” Alex sighed, running a hand through her hair which was finally free. “Man I forgot how much I hate having my hair all pinned up.”

“It looks good though,” Sage noted, “really, it does.”

“Thanks,” Alex laughed, shaking her head slightly, “but it’s not something I plan on doing often.”

“Understood.” Sage mused, pressing her lips into a thin line. “Well, I should probably get cleaned up. I didn’t get a chance to wash up the past two days, and then Enzo decided it was time to party two minutes after I got here.”

“Oh, of course, you remember where everything’s at right?” Alex asked, sitting on the edge of the bed to tug her socks off.

“Yep.” Sage nodded, already heading off. “Only gone a month. Not much to forget.”

— — —

Sage did, in fact, remember where everything was. She spotted a set of pajamas Alex had set out for her and slipped them before drying her hair.

Stepping out of the bathroom Sage noticed Alex, now bare backed, folding up a white button up shirt. Amongst the sturdy muscle was a new thin rigid line. Sage frowned at the sight of it. Without thinking on it much, she moved closer to trace the line with her finger, “that’s a new one.”

Alex nearly leapt a foot in the air from the unexpected touch, but she soon relaxed from her fighting stance. “Geez!”

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay.” Alex sighed. “Um, I got it from a robbery fight. Switchblades suck you know?”

“Hmmm,” Sage nodded, scanning Alex for any other unnoticed injuries.

“Don’t worry about it.” Alex smiled faintly, pressing a kiss to Sage’s lips.

“I’m not. I know the repercussions of the job,” Sage assured her, dodging Alex’s second kiss, “it just reminds me you’re not invincible.”

“Sometimes I like to pretend that I am,” Alex joked, “but you’re right. I need reminders too.”

“Good.” Sage nodded firmly, planting her hands-cold as always-on Alex’s shoulders. “I’m glad we’re on the same page now.”

“Me too. Now we can have a proper reunion.” Alex laughed lightly, wrapping her arms tightly around Sage and pulling the other girl closer. “One where Enzo can’t steal you away.”

“Thievery runs in the family,” Sage reminded Alex, but before she could continue the blonde’s lips were against her own. “Yours too it seems.”

“One kiss doesn’t count as stealing.” Alex laughed, rolling her eyes, and taking a step back to capture Sage’s cold hands on her own. “Why are you always so cold?”

“It’s my father’s blood.” Sage sighed, “frost giant.”

“Right. I forget he’s not entirely Asgardian.” Alex hummed, trailing her thumbs across Sage’s knuckles. “Still, there are ways to stay warm.”

“Really? And what exactly do you suggest?” Sage snorted as Alex drew her near again. Sage didn’t get a verbal answer. Instead, Alex attacked the cool skin of Sage’s neck in a series of kisses. “I shouldn’t have asked.”

Alex laughed and warm air tingled across Sage’s skin. There wasn’t a way to resist Alex’s embrace. The girl was entirely too strong, but Sage didn’t mind. She hesitantly traced the ridges of Alex’s spine drawing a shiver from the other girl.

Such a small tremble had somehow spurred a deep desire in the Asgardian, one she’d forced aside for some time in order to focus on work, but it was back now with a vengeance.

She could trick her mind during lonely days to not miss Alex, but she couldn’t rock her body. It knew what it wanted no matter what. Sage’s nails bit into the skin of Alex’s back as she tried to ground her thoughts.

“Stop being so tense and worried,” Alex whispered against Sage’s ear. “You’re okay.”

“I know.” Sage breathed, feeling her heart hammer excitedly against her ribs. “I’m still not used to this.”

“Which is why you set the pace.” Alex pulled back to study Sage’s expression and it was impossible to ignore the anxiety in those green eyes. Sage nodded and with a deep breath relaxed ever so slightly. “There, nothing to be anxious about.”

“Yeah,” Sage smiled faintly but Alex was right. There was no need to worry. The blonde scooped her up with ease and nuzzled her face into the crook of Sage’s neck. Chilled fingers ran lazily through blonde hair until Sage was set gently down upon the bed.

Alex brushed aside her blonde hair grinning like an idiot. She was ridiculously pleased with herself for such a small gesture but it was endearing.

Sage rested a hand against Alex’s cheek and pulled the other girl into a new kiss. Alex didn’t pounce immediately at the gesture. Instead, she kissed slow and with purpose making each intention predictable and clear.

Cool finger tips ghosted up to the clasp of Alex’s bra to lazily undo the fastenings. Shifting swiftly, Alex discarded the garment onto the floor as bright green eyes studied a pale torso. Muscles rippled neatly across Alex’s abdomen, strong shoulders faded into sculpted arms, and her sturdy chest connected the two parts.

Settling a hand on the blonde’s stomach, Sage methodically ran her hand up Alex’s torso to hook under her jaw and pull her back into a kiss. Hands fit snugly against Sage’s hips and the grip slowly tightened in anticipation.

A knee nestled in between Sage’s legs pressing firmly into her crotch. The prickling sensation of contact startled her allowing Alex to take control of the kiss. Her lips clashed hungrily with Sage’s and the kiss devolved into something else entirely. Sage kissed roughly along Alex’s jaw for mere seconds before the blonde was at her throat.

As her pulse rocketed Sage pushed down against Alex’s thigh, but the movement had stirred a deep need. With a small sigh of frustration at herself, Sage gave in to the desire. Her sharp hips rolled upwards knocking into Alex’s as she searched for friction.

Growing excited at the newfound eagerness, Alex slipped a hand beneath the cotton of Sage’s shirt to run a hand over sensitive skin. A calloused palm bore down against the flesh of Sage’s chest. The rough contact made the sorceress arch like a cat into the touch. Satisfied with the reaction Alex helped her lover wriggle free of the confining cloth.

Blue eyes noticed the rapid rise and fall of Sage’s chest, the flush of her cheeks, the glint in her eyes, and the persistent grinding of her hips into the hard muscle of Alex’s thigh.

The rest of their clothing was tossed aside without much delay. Sage kissed along Alex’s collarbone just before the blonde dipped down to leave marks across Sage’s stomach. Just when Sage was about to complain Alex captured her lips once more and shifted to hover just above the other girl.

Her hands gripped tightly at Sage’s thighs for a brief moment before one departed.

Alex’s calloused palm rubbed against slick folds drawing a groan from the girl beneath her. It was Alex’s final warning before she gently pushed her index finger into her lover. Sage’s groan was muffled by a kiss as Alex waited patiently for her to adjust. After another moment of hesitation Alex gave a small thrust of the hand and Sage knew there was no getting out of it, she was screwed-pun intended.

Hooking a leg behind one of Alex’s Sage forced the blonde closer. Hot breath mixed together as their kisses became lazy often missing their intended target. Words were none existent aside from a mumbled curse as the first finger was joined by a second.

Alex was aware of short nails biting into the skin of her back, but she couldn’t focus on the sensation. Curling her fingers slightly Alex was greeted by the soft fluttering of Sage’s inner walls. It was the first sign of an inevitable and slowly mounting climax. This was always the hardest part for Sage. The way her body reacted was unnatural compared to a normal mortal’s, and Alex understood. She had the same issue. Heightened strength made sensations more pleasurable, and simultaneously uncomfortable.

It was a source of anxiety for the Asgardian. She’d lost hold of her powers once and nearly incinerated Alex.

With the fourth thrust and shift of the hand the sensation was stronger. Alex could feel Sage tense beneath her and knew she was close.

“You’re okay,” Alex whispered, voice gravely from exertion, “don’t panic.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Sage insisted.

“You won’t.” Alex smiled, kissing Sage on the forehead. “Relaxing will make it better.”

The slight fear didn’t leave Sage’s eyes but she nodded in resignation and wrapped her arms snugly around Alex. Alex allowed her full weight to settle on Sage as the other girl nestled her face into Alex’s shoulder.

Alex expected things to move quickly but after another couple of minutes when nothing had progressed she attempted to make two-three. With the slightest movement Sage came undone. Her cry was muffled by Alex’s shoulder, her nails dug even deeper into Alex’s back, her legs wrapped around Alex’s waist squeezed tighter, and all the while Alex ran a gentle hand through Sage’s dark hair.

What should have been a handful of seconds barely surpassed a minute before Sage relaxed. A thin layer of sweat covered both girls and Sage could taste it on her lips from hiding away in Alex’s shoulder.

As the blonde withdrew her hand Sage gave a tiny whine of disapproval. She hated the empty feeling afterwards. Alex simply chuckled and rested her forehead against her girlfriend’s.

“Your turn,” Sage mumbled, eyes closed.

“Shhh,” Alex whispered, “don’t worry about it. You’re tired from traveling.”

“It’s only fair,” Sage protested opening her eyes to study Alex’s face. Her hand ghosted upwards to tuck blonde locks of hair behind Alex’s ears.

“You know I don’t focus on fairness,” Alex hummed, taking Sage’s hand in her own and kissing the knuckles. Sage was too lazy to argue and instead wrapped herself consolatory around Alex until she looked like a baby monkey latching onto its mother.

“I love you,” Sage mumbled hoarsely.

“I love you too.” Alex sighed, hiding her face in Sage’s hair. She smelled faintly of sweat, pine trees, and food from the party. The blonde pulled away one of Sage’s arms inspecting the tattoo. She could barely make out the scarred ridges beneath the ink.

As much as Sage tried to forget them they both knew it was impossible. It simply prevented her from cutting more as it would ruin the artwork. But the scars were a part of her like it or not, and Alex still couldn’t believe how far Sage had come.

Eyes closed, Alex pressed an individual kiss to each tiny ridge. Sage watched her with the softest expression she’d ever worn, and it was only reserved for Alex. “You’re my little piece of artwork.”

“Hmm.” Sage smiled, closing her eyes again as Alex nestled beneath the covers to tuck them up and over Sage as well. “Goodnight, Alex.”

“Goodnight, sleep tight.” Alex laced their fingers together and as she closed her eyes she couldn’t help but notice; Sage was no longer cold, but perfectly warm.

[melchixr]

You’re the One That I Want (PT. 1 (maybe))

Anon Said:  Yooooo can you write a grease au for hernst with ernst as sandy and hanschen as danny i will love you forever

So i didn’t QUITE do a grease au but it was highly inspired by grease and I love it! I really wanna write more and more which will hopefully be posted sooner or later. 

Words: 2081

“Oh no it’s completely different,” Ernst explained as he walked down the halls of the main building. He looked over at the shorter boy who had given him the tour around yesterday and decided to meet him at the entrance of the school today. “But I mean….yesterday wasn’t all that bad so I think it’ll be fine.”

Moritz nodded, snapping the large pink bubble he had blown. “I get it, Ernie. Must be rough moving to a new school.”

“Well, at least everyone else is starting off a new school year too!” Ernst cooed before taking a quick right turn and  opening up his bright blue locker. “I actually really like my classes. Mrs. Johnson is really funn-”

The sharp sound of a locker a few feet away slamming closed collected both boys attention. They looked over their shoulders to see, from across the hall, two boys grappling at each other and laughing loudly. A boy with a shock of bright blond hair had another boy in a headlock, tugging and ruffling the boy’s well groomed, put together brunette hair. They both yelled and hooted as many students looked on.

“Oh my gosh!” Ernst cried out, eyes glued to the two teenagers. “Is anyone gonna stop them.”

“Oh don’t bother!” The short haired girl standing next to  them sighed. Ernst looked over his shoulder to see the slim, pale girl with a head of pretty red curls.  “They’re like this every day. No need to get too worked up.”

The blond boy tossed the brunette aside, his hair sticking out at all angles now. He laughed and laughed, fixing his own immaculate hair and the collar to his leather jacket. The other boy stumbled to his feet and tried to fix himself as the hall started to move around them again and things went back to normal. Ernst didn’t take his eyes off of them, specifically the tiny smirk on the blond boys face as he took of running down the hall with the other chasing after him. They disappeared around the corner, almost knocking over some kids hanging up a Chess Club poster as they moved.

“I’m Ilse,” The girl’s voice and outreached hand shook Ernst from his thoughts on the boy and tugged him back to the real world.

“Oh...yeah….I’m uh…Ernst…”

“You’re new right?” Ilse asked, shaking Ernst’s hand with a raised, perfectly sculpted eyebrow. When Ernst replied with a timid nod, she went on. “The best of luck to yeah. This place is a  living hell. Don’t let any of it get to you.”

Ernst simply nodded again, eyes moving to where he last saw the two boys booking down the hall. “So uh...who was that?”

“I just told you that. But you were too busy drooling over ‘em,” Ilse chuckled before nodding. “But I’ll repeat myself, they’re Melchior Gabor and Hanschen Rilow.”

“Which one’s which?”

“Melchi is the hot on and Hanschen is the blond.” Ernst nodded to himself as Ilse continued on and the three began to walk down the hall once more. “They’re trash, Ernst. They slum around town with their loud friends in their hot cars and act like they can get any girl they want.”

Moritz scoffed, “And they very well could.”

Ilse laughed to herself, tossing her thin jacket over her shoulder. Only a moment later, the bell rang and most of the people in the halls began to skitter in and out and around to get to their classes. “Oh, I gotta go to Physics. See you both around!”

As Ilse slinked away, confidence exuding from her as she moved. After Moritz reminded Ernst in which direction the art classroom was, he also ushered away down to English.

Ernst’s only problem at his old school was he was chronically late almost every morning. He desperately wanted to change it by charging down the hall as fast as possible without looking like a freak.

That was when he rounded the corner and found himself falling straight on his face after tripping over something in the way.

As he hit the ground he felt the thin metal holding together his glasses break and felt his morning become ruined. His arm hurt like a bitch, caught underneath him as well as his chest which was now pressed to the hard, cold floor.

After letting out a soft groan of pain, he heard a voice standing above him mutter. “Oh shit…” Ernst rolled over onto his back in the now almost empty hallway to see a blur of black, white, and golden yellow. The voice was a boy’s, deep and slow and concentrated. “Oh your glasses broke.”

“Yeah, what’s the big idea!” Ernst gasped as he sat up, dusting off his light yellow sweater. “Geez….You’re gonna make me late to class now.”

Suddenly, an extended hand entered Ernst’s focused view. “Oh, God, man. I’m so sorry! I didn’t think you would fall.”

Ernst took the strange hand and felt himself be pulled but with ease by the other boy. “Well what did you think would happen?”

Now that the boy was closer, (and a few inches shorter than him) Ernst could now see it was Hanschen, the boy Ilse told him about. He wondered why he had stopped chasing his friend to wait around the corner for someone to trip.  And he was successful, that was obvious as Hanschen picked up a piece of snapped wire with a shattered glass lens.

“Oh….whoa….it’s really broken…” Hanschen muttered under his breath before looking up a Ernst, who glared back at him. “I’m so sorry.”

Ernst took the cracked glass and stuffed it into the pocket of his pants. “Thanks a lot,” He sighed as he rushed away, the last bell going off as he went.

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Upbeat, swaying, rock music played as Hanschen entered, properly flanked on either side by Melchi, Otto, and Georg. All of which laughed and joked to one another. Instead of joining their jokes, he looked around the cramped diner with the sort of light blue aura. The sun had already gone down so the room was lit by neon and fluorescent light. People, mostly teenagers, grouped around tables and booths.

“Whaddya looking at, Hansi?” Otto snickered, trying to track Hanschen’s icy gaze. It lead him to a corner booth with a group of teens sitting around and enjoying shakes. They wore pastel sweaters and skirts, smiling to one another, probably talking over their week and sharing a basket of fries. “Who are they?”

Hanschen shrugged, his eyes locked on the brunette boy with taped together glasses and sipping his strawberry shake. “No one.”

“Oh look, Max is already here!” Melchior cut in before Otto could ask more. He pointed to the ginger boy sitting at a table with a handful of girls already around him. He took the lead on going to the table, shouting a greeting out to Max who smirked back.  They left Hanschen standing in the entrance, cold blue eyes trailing around the room and always landing on the corner booth.

There was a sort of shine in the boy’s green eyes. Something that read joy and carefree and made Hanschen’s heart feel like it was beating ten times faster. He laughed at something Ilse Neumann, who sat across from him, and the light, happy noise floated through the air.

Before he knew it, Hanschen was walking over to the booth, causing the conversation there to die out as all of them looked up at the blond boy. Ernst, who sat on the end of the vinyl seat took a final long sip of his shake and looked up from over the top of his glasses. “Oh,” He broke the silence with a sigh. “Can we help you?”

Hanschen looked over the small group of people he sorta knew. None of them seemed to be in the same social circle as Hanschen. Moritz Stiefel he recognized from lighting his hair on fire in freshman biology. Ilse he recognized from seeing her and her girl gang roam the drive-in. The other two, Martha and Wendla, were both part of her little pack. And they all seemed to half know Hanschen in the same way. So they didn’t speak.

But Ernst did.

“Nah, no one can, pal,” Hanschen replied with a sneer. Everyone at the table seemed unphased, except Ernst. He stared up at Hanschen in shock. This boy smirking down at him was nothing like the boy who was fumbling with his glasses a few days ago. “You free for a minute?”

Ernst looked over his shoulder to Moritz, who looked like he was about to open his mouth and tell Hanschen to fuck himself. Before he could, Ernst stood. “I guess.”

The shorter boy nodded, leading the other across the diner and out into the parking lot as Ernst cast a sad look over to his friends and Hanschen’s friends called to him asking why he’s leaving.

The parking lot was empty besides a few kids sitting in their car smoking a joint and two girls gossiping about them about four cars away. The night was warm, September breeze flowing through Ernst’s gentle waves. Hanschen decided to stop a few feet from the door and pull a cigarette from the inside pocket of his well fitting black leather jacket.

His silent companion looked on as Hanschen searched his pockets desperately for a lighter he seemed to misplace. For a moment, he looked over to Ernst with the stick of nicotine still between his teeth. “Hey, you got a light?” There was a second pause before he answered the question for himself. “Oh, no, of course you don’t.”

Ernst scoffed. “Who says I don’t?”

“Do you?” Hanschen said with a raised eyebrow before Ernst shook his head in a defeated way. “That’s what I thought….” The blond rolled his eyes and searched his pockets a bit longer before giving up and keeping the unlit cigarette in his, mouth. “Anyway, I don’t think I ever caught your name.”

“Ernst Robel, I’m new,” He spoke, still surprised at the drastic difference from the flustered and stressed boy he sort of met  in the hallway.

“Again, that’s what I thought,” As he spoke, he held out a hand to Ernst. “I’m Hanschen by the way-”

Ernst chuckled, sticking his hand out to push Hanschen’s aside. He noticed the light purple bruises on his knuckles. “I know who you are. You were running around the halls on Tuesday and knocked over the lower field parking lot with your car this morning. Besides every other girl has a crush on you or your friends.”

“Or boy,” Hanschen added with a chuckle. When Ernst looked at him to tell if he was joking, he just shrugged. It was as if Hanschen expected Ernst to be shocked or offended. But instead, Ernst shoved his hand into his front pocket, eyes case to the ground, and pulled out a slim silver zippo lighter.

“My big brother smokes. Here.”

Hanschen took the lighter, snapping the fire to life for a few moments before taking a long drag of the cigarette. “Thanks, Ernie.”

Ernst’s eyes sprung back to life, skirting from the cigarette between his fingers to his big, cold eyes. His bright pink lips were twisted up into an almost permanent grin. “What did you just uh….” He nervously pushed his glasses higher onto his nose. “What did you just call me?”

“Ernie,” He replied happily and began to saunter to his Cadillac. “Care to go for a joyride?”

Ernst stopped in front of the parking space as Hanschen wandered to the driver’s side. “Won’t your uh...friends be confused.”

“They all saw us leave together and they all know I think you’re pretty good lookin’ so….”

Ernst was almost taken aback. He stared at Hanschen in opened mouth shock as the blond wandered to the passenger side and opened the door for Ernst. “It’s okay,” He purred slowly and gestured to into the seat that looked very promising to Ernst. “I promise I don’t kiss on a first date,” Ernst took a sigh and stepped closer to the car before Hanschen continued under his breath. “Unless you ask…”

“Are you gonna break my glasses ever more?” Ernst asked and looked at Hanschen’s pale pink blush through a half-tape obscured gaze.

“Jesus, you’re never gonna let that go!” The shorter boy smiled, almost looking like the flustered boy Ernst met in the hallway.