#draft drabble ♡

[nottsangel]

cleaning up bloody mattheo after a fight 🤤🤤 and he’s still clenching his jaw and angry 🤤🤤 but he doesn’t want to scare you 🥹🥹

“this is going to sting” you warn as you press the cloth drenched with alcohol to his face to disinfect his wounds. to your surprise, he doesn’t show any pain—no flinching or screaming—making you raise an eyebrow. you analyse his facial expressions and realise the adreline is still pumping through his body— his jaw is clenched, eyes are narrowed and his knee is restlessly bouncing up and down. you aren’t even sure why he got into a fight in the first place, but you figured it’s best to give him some time to cool off before bombarding him with questions.

“fucking idiot. i should’ve hit him harder. fuck!” mattheo hisses, eyes fixed on the wall ahead, not even blinking as his tongue exasperatedly pokes the inside of his cheek. you feel uneasy, trying to keep your mouth shut to avoid infuriating him further as you dab the cloth against his wounds— but curiosity gets the better of you, and you can’t help but wonder what happened before you entered the room. “why did you fight, mattheo? what even happened?” you blurt out, your eyes moving to his narrowed ones, gazing at him with a worried expression.

“it’s not important.” he quickly mutters, shaking his head in disapproval as the memories rush back, yet still avoiding your puzzled gaze. you let out a defeated sigh, fully knowing that pushing further isn’t the smartest move— but you just can’t let it go.

“mattheo, just tell me what—”

“he called you a slut, alright? and i just— i just couldn’t let him get away with that shit. so yeah, i punched him, just like he deserved.”

your brows furrow with both empathy and concern as you gently cup his face with your hand, thumb brushing over his flushed cheek. “oh, baby…” you sigh softly, followed by pressing a gentle kiss to his head. “i’m proud of you, you know that?” mattheo’s brows knit together as he turns to meet your eyes for the first time, confusion evident on his face as he was fully expecting you to lecture him. “what— why?” “because he looked way, way worse than you do right now.”

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[miya-rin]

“is this ok with you?” you already know what the answer is by the fact that semi has been rutting his hips up to meet yours for the past 5 minutes, but you need to make sure. he lets out a quiet hum but that isn’t enough for you, “eita, i need to hear you say yes.”

“yes.” he practically whines, right now he’s laid down with his shoulders leaning on the arm rest of your sofa and youre sat right over his hard cock which you have been slowly grinding on. you lean down once more to place a passionate kiss on his neck, beginning to move your hands towards the buttons on his shirt to undo them before he speaks up.

“w-wait, i have to tell you something.”

“mhm?”

“im a virgin...” your actions fully stop and you look at him with an unreadable look on your face, “im sorry i didn’t tell you, you don’t have to carry on..”

“what do you mean eita? why would i want to stop?”

“i dont really know what to do.. i wouldn’t know how to make you feel good. plus, the face you pulled kinda made me think you wanted to stop.” he sounds breathless, the way he is trying to explain himself so thoroughly just turns you on even more.

“oh no baby,” shit that name, and the fact you’ve started to grind on him again makes him throw his head back and let out a small whimper, “i was just confused that no one has wanted to touch you like i have.”

thats it, thats all it takes to send semi over the edge. the noises he lets out surprises you but not as much as when you feel the warmth that starts to radiate out of his pants right over his crotch. he turns bright red and the embarrassment is clear on his face.

“f-fuck i am so sorry, i didnt mean to i swear.” he averts his eyes from you before you place your hand on his cheek and force him to look at you, you feel his body begin to relax under you and you know that he feels comfortable. a shit eating grin appears on your face which confuses the poor boy. he just looks soo good like this, you cant let him get away this easily after pining for him for so long, this is going to be a long night.

[mncxbe]

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭...

ღೀ๋࣭ ⭑𝒄𝒘: work colleagues dynamic, mentions of onlyfans, needy Angel, voyeurism, masturbation, cum play♡

𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 who has never touched nor seen a naked woman in his entire life and keeps getting taunted by his fellow devil hunters "What do ya mean you've never been with a lady? You really don't know what you're missing."

𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥, whose colleagues introduce him to the concept of OnlyFans. He doesn't really see the point of it and doesn't feel any sort of interest or attraction towards the women there– at least not until he accidentally finds your profile.

𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 who recognizes your tattoo and know for sure that it's you, his sweet little patrol partner. he does't want to admit it at first but seeing you pose in such an indecent manner does things to him, his pants tightening at the sight of the pretty lingerie snugly wrapped around your soft curves

𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 who knows he's hooked and has no shame when he blatantly asks you to show him the real thing. "What'd you mean you wanna see the real thing?" you ask in confusion, glancing down at his phone screen. Angel simply shoves the phone in your face, pointing at the picture of you. "I wanna see you naked"

𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 who has some real motivation to do his job for the first time in years. you'd promised to strip for him if he caught the devil you were after and he did just that, happy to put in some work for his reward.

𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 who watches you with curious eyes as you pat the empty side of your bed, motioning him to sit beside you. you teasingly take off your uniform pants and he feels his face heat up at the sight of your bare legs.

𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 who almost drools when you lay down on the plush mattress with your legs spread in front of him, your glistening cunt on display for his hungry eyes. "It looks so pretty" he hums, his fingers ghosting a few centimeters above your skin. he doesn't want to risk accidentally draining your lifespan but fuck– he wished he had a pair of gloves so he could touch you

𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 who begs you to touch yourself for him and watches your tiny fingers rub circles on your clit, relishing the soft moans that spill for your lips. he gets hard when you push two digits inside, slowly stretching yourself open, your pussy glistening with slick

𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 who doesn't touch himself until you allow him to. he doesn't want to seem like a pervert. after all, this was supposed to be a little experiment to satisfy his curiosity and get his colleagues to stop teasing him– he didn't expect to get off to the sight of you pleasuring yourself

𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 who fists his cock in front of you as you pump your fingers in your needy cunt, his orgasm drawing closer as you tell him how much you wish he could touch you, how you wish it would've been his fingers inside you instead of yours– "Angel... fuck i need you t-to cum f'me too" you whine as you reach your high, your juices leaking on the mattres below and he cums on the spot at the pretty sight

𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 who shoots his load on your pussy, watching the creamy seed dribbling down your puffy clit and folds. he can clearly see your walls spasming as you come down from your high and blushes furiously when you gather some of the cum on your fingers and stuff it inside your cunt, whimpering his name softly

𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 who helps you clean up and brings you a glass of water, making you promise that you'd let him touch you next time— "I promise I'll be careful. I'll wear gloves just let me do it for you" he pleads and you can't bring yourself to say no to him

𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 who uninstalls the OnlyFans app the moment he leaves your apartment. he doesn't need that stupid app now that he has you. the real you.

[ohimsummer]

I love ur bully stsg series sm. I just want them to bully me <3<3<3

bully u they will! you’re their favorite (and only) little plaything even if sometimes they lie and say they have other “”toys””. it’s more believable from satoru because bro is totally obsessed with you and he wants you to be obsessed with him too. suguru can make it sound more real on his side but it’s just because he’s so mean and he wants you to be jealous. then you snap at him and it gives him a reason to punish you (not that he needed one) so a win in his book <3

[hammeringheart]

      Amy is a good girl.

      She is, really — all the things one should be: polite. Kind. Attentive. Empathetic. Giving. Her palms always face up and her smile is warm enough to fill the cold spots in a room.

      Amy is a cool girl. She's different from other girls (but not different enough to stand out). A well-timed joke earns as much mileage as a quarter for gas, but at least she isn't too loud... well, except for the times she is. But at least she's pretty.

      She is very pretty. She is feminine, with soft skin and dainty hands (that can carry hundreds in weight). Amy's quills fall perfectly just above petite shoulders and she has long eyelashes and her voice lilts when she laughs. She is very pretty. And she enjoys that. It feels nice to wear a dress, and when someone compliments the way it twirls about as she walks, that feels good.

      She is a girl.

      Sonic said as much when they'd first met. Back then, she was a weird girl. Not good, or cool, but weird — if it'd been anyone else saying it, Amy is sure she would have been hurt, but it was Sonic. Everything was okay if Sonic said it.

      Being the weird girl meant chasing Sonic through storm and shine, no matter how much mud got on her sneakers. The weird girl would spar with Knuckles so much her own two fists would batter and bruise. She would help Tails work on the Tornado, gloves stained with oil and grease. Weird girl slept under the stars on the cold, wet grass and felt alive. Weird girl had back quills and barely any eyelashes to bat to get her way. Weird girl was one of them.

      As time passed, they left Knuckles and Angel Island behind for the United Federation. Amy moved to Station Square and saw that other girls her age were... different. They didn't bruise their knuckles, or get covered in mud. They trimmed their quills and wore shoes with heels and not rainbow laces; how cool they seemed. All it took was a passing thought —would Sonic like this? — and the next time they met, she was wearing a headband.

      Sonic didn't call her weird girl, then. She was simply Amy. Amy Rose. Everything was okay if Sonic said it.

      Yesterday morning, as Amy trudged downstairs in her pajamas (joggers and a t-shirt), she stood in front of her mail locker in the lobby and tried not to think about her appearence. No time to do quills, or makeup, or get dressed, and the vaccum running down the hallway was so loud she barely heard the voice of the person who'd bumped into her; "sorry, sir".

      A day later and she still doesn't know whether to be confused or not. To be angry. Surely it was a mistake, because she's always been "ma'am" and not "sir", and how does she look like a sir anyways — what does sir look like? Like Sonic? Like Knuckles, or Tails? One of them?

      No, Amy is cool girl.

      Amy is a good girl.

      Amy is...?

[lamnwar]

the urge to create a side account where I can be a thirsty ass bitch for toji

[darlingsstar]

Hello ! ˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆｡☆

You can call me Star or Astra, I like Stars !!

I’m 16+,I usually read, but sometimes write

I get really anxious around new people!! (ﾟ﹏ ﾟ”)

Just on this blog to RB stuff i like (which im too embarrassed about to RB anywhere else!)

As for the blog theme.. i just like cute pink stuff which is why it’s like this! * >_<) ♡

I’m new to tumblr blogging as a whole but i’ve been lurking on tumblr for a while before creating this blog !!

I Block freely .. since this is (probably!) going to be a reblog heavy blog I don’t really mind anyone being here,i’ll block you if i find you weird ☆

I’m Multifandom + I do Selfship/Yumeship + Multiship ! As long as it’s legal i’ll probably ship it!

My RBs should be tagged properly,asks are on so you can inform me about mis-tagged reblogs ..

Thanks for reading! ♡

Letter divs by @saradika-graphics , i recoloured them a little ..

..Stamps and Blinkies under the cut! would’ve put them at the beginning but i decided against it because of blood (small-ish blood warning..) ★

[lale-txt]

❥ 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 ↳ 𝐰/ 𝐀𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐮, 𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮, 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨, 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐦𝐚, 𝐎𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚, 𝐈𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐮𝐦𝐢 & 𝐒𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐬𝐚

a/n: reader is gn! i started drafting those during one of the first sticky hot summer nights of the year, then forgot about it until this came over me once again like a fever, and now here we are. i love writing drabbles because they force you to really think about the chars, how you perceive them and how to nail their unique personalities in 200 words or less. anyway, this is my first time writing for HQ after the brainworms got me down bad and i had lots of fun! hope you'll enjoy them too ♡

word count: 1.3k

𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐔 whines when you have the audacity to kick him back towards his end of the couch, catching your ankle and pulling you towards him in return, stubbornly ignoring your protests. Too hot to cuddle, my ass, he pouts, genuinely offended that you’d even consider that; when the only time Atsumu ever feels a sense of calm is when part of you touches him. Your hand playing with the shaved hair in the back of his neck, your leg hooked over his hipbone as you sprawl out in bed together, hell, even your icy cold feet shoved underneath his butt during winter. Something was missing when he couldn’t have your proximity. Yer so needy, Tsumu. So what if he was? He pulls you into his lap, face nuzzled into the crook of your neck, hands tightening around your waist. His breath fanning over your skin, hot and cool against it. Atsumu takes, he demands, but with you he is pleading, silent for once. Just a little longer–dreaming, breathing you in, kissing till he feels you smiling against his lips.

𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔 wears his hair shorter now, back at its natural dark color, too. You helped him buzz it off during one of those sticky summer nights. Both of you in nothing but your underwear, Osamu sitting on the edge of the bathtub in your cramped bathroom. One hand of yours holding a razor and the other clamped over your mouth because you horribly messed up a setting and now he had a funny little edge in his hair, throwing you both in a laughing fit. It was your first summer together and Osamu couldn’t help but hope that there would be many more like this to come, with your bodies orbiting each other, unable to keep your hands off despite the heat and the sweat, the air heavy and electric and yet so light whenever he hears you laugh. Nothing beats the feeling of lifting you up on the kitchen counter and your eyes lingering on his hands, shaping a midnight snack for the both of you, getting drunk on stolen glances and kisses. There’s many metaphors for food and love and right now, Osamu can taste them all on the tip of your tongue.

𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐎 hasn’t even kicked his shoes off at the entrance yet and is already loosening his tie, before slender fingers work down button for button on his shirt. He hears you laugh about his demeanor from the other end of the hallway. How lucky, he thinks to himself. To have someone waiting for him at home, making even long work days during the most miserable summer heat bearable. His shirt has barely hit the floor and he’s already on you, caging you in with his arms and covering every inch of your skin he can reach in kisses, despite your giggling and feigned huffing over how sticky he is, sending him to shower first (as if you wouldn’t come right after him). Kuroo purrs when your hands tangle in his hair. In the end you always pull him back towards your lips again, swallowing every little quip and taunt like candy, sweet and syrupy in your mouth. It reminds him how he fell in love with you many summers ago, his heart ablaze ever since.

𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐌𝐀 is glued to the fan at this point. He even switched gaming from his desktop set-up to a handheld console, reluctantly admitting that his old house would heat up even more with his computer running at full blast. His expression really says it all when you approach him, silently pleading for cuddles. Kenma just can’t understand how anyone would seek someone else’s body heat when the sun outside was already doing a pretty good job in trying to end him. Still, he isn’t immune to your charms, never was (one time he mumbled something about your stats being way too high and how everything changed once he received a love buff of yours). When you hold out a popsicle as a means of bribery and blink at him with those damn soft eyes of yours, Kenma pauses his game and holds out his arms. He hums into the kiss you give him before sitting down in his lap, your lips tasting like ice cream and summer love. He rests his chin on your shoulder, face nuzzled against your neck, before he continues his game, letting you feed him the sweet cold treat. Summer might have become a little more bearable with you in his life–though he was already looking forward to many winters under the kotatsu with you. 

𝐎𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀 is squishing your cheeks together, his thumb brushing over the corner of your mouth. Collecting evidence, but also wanting to feel your tongue poke out slightly against it, cheeky as ever. Just how could you eat the last ice cream in the freezer without him? He lets out an exaggerated huff, feigned indignation, both of you knowing he can never keep this up for too long–not when it comes to you. Oikawa leans down to kiss you, your face still in a tight grip, tasting the remains of the ice cream on your lips, as if you weren’t sweet enough already. Maybe he can be bribed for another kiss when you offer a midnight walk to the 7/11 down the street, promising to pay for a cool sweet treat to make it up to him. He had already forgotten what he was mad about the moment you leaned into the kiss, but he’ll never say no to a chance to hold your hand, even if it’s sticky with leftover ice cream and the summer heat. To Oikawa, love is stored in the mundane things, even if his love for you is anything but that.

𝐈𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐈 is standing in the kitchen past midnight, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers while he roams the freezer for anything to help him cool down; even a pack of frozen peas would do. He feels a pang of guilt for having peeled away from you, your form pressed so tightly against him in his sleep, it almost gave him a heat stroke–for more reason than one. Everything is sticky and airless and Iwaizumi is sure that if he would have glanced at you even a minute longer, his heart might have just given out on him. All this love he holds for you, burning him up from the inside, like a fever. He lets out a long exhale when he presses an ice bag against the back of his neck, but it’s not that what causes a shiver down his spine; it’s two arms sneaking around his waist from behind, your sleepy voice mumbling out his name, your body melting into his again. The first kiss pressed on the side of your neck is an apology, the second one a promise. The third–to devour you.

𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐀 grumbles something about you being too sticky and sweaty, making a weak attempt to shove you back to your side of the bed, only to pull you back by your hips when you actually do leave some room between you. He can’t help it, you fit so perfectly in the curve of his body, your back pressed against his chest, one of his knees nudged between your legs, all tangled up. It’s the perfect position to plant kisses on the back of your neck, too. Kiyoomi loathes those hot summer nights in the concrete city. He’d rather be somewhere else with you, somewhere to breathe more easily through this heat. Maybe you should move to the countryside, yes. A small house with lots of green surrounding it. Less people and noise, just you and him. Yeah, he would like that. He kisses the back of your neck once more and takes a slow, deep inhale of your sweet scent, before sleep finally crawls upon him again. For now he’ll endure this heat, anything, as long as he can hold you in his arms like this–and have a cold shower with you in the morning, maybe.

[arlertdarling]

thinking about going on a bike ride with armin. making your way home, the basket half-full of leftovers from your picnic, the evening sun on your skin, the summer breeze in your hair, the whir of the bicycle’s mechanics below you. your surroundings roll past you like a kaleidoscope, a blur of shapes and colours. you’re smiling — have been since you first mounted the back of armin’s bicycle — and your arms are wrapped around his middle. the warmth of his skin, through the sheer fabric of his cotton shirt, is pleasant against your cheek, but you pull away for a moment to watch the sky, a gradient of blue, purple and pink.

feeling adventurous, you unclasp your hands and move them to the seat, curling your fingers around the edge and letting them bear the weight as you tilt yourself back. you shut your eyes and take in deep breaths of the countryside air; basking in the wind, the thin streams of sunlight flickering by you, this whole moment.

but the sudden coldness around his waist makes armin glance over his shoulder at you. “hey, be careful,” he warns you.

you smile at his concerned tone. “i am, don’t worry,” you assure him, but a cautious hand still reaches over to your knee and gives it a squeeze. your head falls back down as you push the hand away. “now who’s not being careful, huh?” you tease.

armin chuckles and places his hand back on the handle while your arms slide back around him. you rest your chin on his shoulder, watching the smooth wide path and fields of green. you gently bump your head against armin’s, making you both laugh softly, then peck behind his ear and settle in his neck to watch the sunset.

[zhongrin]

festered wounds

— when you’ve never been the first choice your whole life, it’s hard to accept the possibility that you could be loved.

© zhongrin | 2023  ✼  no repost・translations・plagiarism of any kind・ai data mining. rebloggers get a free cup of tea ♡

✼ characters ┈ zhongli, al haitham, wriothesley

✼ tags ┈ gn!reader, this is more of a vent drabble, hurt with comfort, reader with massive insecurity issues, implied past trauma, slight blood & gore in the portrayal of ‘hurt’

✼ a/n ┈ this…. got really personal, haha. i wrote this in a bad headspace, so apologies if it got depressing or if it’s of a low quality. i didn't want to have this in my drafts and i certainly don't want to bring it to 2024 so i'm just posting this now.

ᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴜʟʟ ᴍᴇɴᴜ (ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ)  ✼ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀꜱʜɪᴘ (ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ)

“i’m sorry.”

zhongli’s heart dropped at the words escaping your lips. this was certainly the most unexpected response you could give to his confession, seeing the promising recent developments in your relationship — and so celestia forgive him, he had to pause to gather his thoughts. this made you fidget even more under his gaze, and so you succumbed to your frazzled nerves to continue in a more panicked voice.

“i’m sorry, mr. zhongli, i know you’re not the type to resort to deceit or find joy in toying with people’s feelings, but i’m just— i can’t—” you trailed off, feeling your chest tighten in pain.

“please, hold your tongue for a moment,” the refined man held out one of his hand to settle onto your shoulder comfortingly. his expression was a mixture of worry and confusion, eyebrows furrowing in a sign of distress. “are you saying that you… do not believe my words? you think i have malicious intentions?”

“….. i’m sorry, i’m just not used to- i’ve never-” you stumbled over your words and squeezed your eyes shut, “i’m sorry….”

zhongli watched you for a moment, observing the smallest ticks and the story behind your body language. you looked so vulnerable, like a scared animal instinctively cowering at some invisible threat. you looked as if someone had stripped away a bandage that had been haphazardly wrapped around a wound left unattended for so long, it had festered into an abomination, eating away at you slowly, even now.

belatedly, he realized that ‘someone’ was himself.

zhongli inhaled deeply, his palm leaving your shoulder. this time, he took his hands to tenderly grab your fingers, lifting them up to silently plead for your attention. your eyes were troubled and full of storms, the rain and lighting reflecting on your expression as a solemn flutter of your eyelashes and sorrowful downturn of your lips. the slight tremble of your body reflected the silent call for help from a blemished heart that never had the courage to forget.

“my dearest. i see the pain you have gone through. i have yet to know the tales that had marred your heart, but i want you to know that i am willing to be the pair of ears you tell your grievances to, and you can be rest assured that they will be safe with me. i know my words will not be enough to convince you otherwise at this moment… however, you must forgive my impatience, for it stems out of genuine love. i simply must humbly ask once again—”

“— please, give me a chance to heal you.”

“a-are you sure you want me?”

out of the 18 different responses he anticipated, al haitham did not expect this. however, his surprise merely manifested in the rising of both of his eyebrows and the subtle shift on his legs.

“unlike the consensus the public seemed to have one-sidedly agreed on, i am not foolish enough in the matter of romance as to confess to someone i do not hold deep affection and great care for,” he said in the same tone as the moment he asked if you would consider taking your relationship into the ‘officially dating’ phase, “is it not obvious? kaveh claimed i was ‘laying it on thick’ and cyno had noted of how i treat you better than how i treat the dendro archon.”

“oh….”

“….”

“….”

you thought you had gotten used to al haitham’s stare with how much you both had been hanging out, but right now you couldn’t seem to lift your head. the scholar crossed his arms, waiting patiently for your response. you were both gratuitous and dreading his resilience.

“i-i still think you could do better, though. i mean, look at you! you’re so fit, so wouldn’t you feel better if your partner is more of the sporty type? and you’re the top graduate of the haravatat darshan, so you would pair better with someone smarter…. a-and someone like me will just drag you down; aesthetically speaking, i… uh, leave much to be desired while you’re… you know…”

you spoke of such illogical assumptions and erroneous advices that he couldn’t help but roll his eyes. you spoke of belittling yourself as if you were used to riding on the rails of insurmountably low dip of the self-esteem cliff for years. you spoke of these things as if you were repeating words someone told you at least once in your life.

and it angered him.

but he wasn’t angry at you. he was angry for you.

funny how empathy wasn’t his strong suit, and yet he jumped on the bandwagon as easily as an otter taking off into the waters the moment it came to you and your emotions.

“i care not for such shallow qualifications when it comes to seeking a partner. your presence triggers the relevant hormones that make me feel relaxed and comfortable, and my mind spontaneously seek for your attention. it’s only logical that i seek for an arrangement that would ensure these pleasant things to happen and develop further.”

“you’re the best choice for a partner, simply because i wish to spend the rest of my life with you; and i think that's enough.”

“i don’t think i’m a good choice for you…”

wriothesley looked as if you had pinpointed his weak point in a boxing match and delivered a straight jab right onto it. his lips slacked open and his body froze as he tried to process your words, the meaning behind it, the—

he inhaled deeply and punched his own fist into his palm, stretching his jaw with a growl before a darker tone took over his voice.

“alright, who’s been talking shit? let me at them. it won’t be manslaughter if they don’t die, right?”

he watched as your nervously fiddling fingers stopped twisting around each other, your eyes widened in shock and alarm at his words. briefly, he praised himself inwardly for being able to switch your mood at the snap of his fingers. now if only he could do that, but instead of surprise-and-horror, it could turn into surprise-and-joy instead…

“what?! wait- no! no one said that, i ju—”

“then is your own head telling you that?”

“it’s—” you gulped, gaze slowly breaking away.

he sensed a secret kept safe under the heaviest chains and locks. pain that had nearly torn up that warm heart of yours, shoved into the furthest part of you in a desperate attempt to save yourself; to silence the damned screams and the river of curses that would have made you self-destruct. he saw the remains of the thousands of needles that had embedded itself deep inside your worn heart a long time ago, and yet still it beat and struggled to not bleed out and drown you in its venomous blood.

he saw a heart as scarred as his skin, and he understood.

“..… alright, sweetheart, listen up, and listen close.”

the man’s hands suddenly cradled your cheeks, his icy blue eyes penetrating your clouded gaze. his whole demeanor had shifted into gentle and loving, as if he was holding his entire world in the palms of his hands. he resisted the urge to kiss you when you couldn’t help but lean onto his touch, instinctively seeking comfort.

he would do you better. he would give you the kind of love you’ve yet to experience. there were so much he wanted to say, but he chose to speak of the reassurance he thought you needed most at this moment.

“i say you’re the perfect choice for me. let me prove it to you.”

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[nottsangel]

since it's almost and basically summer, consider this: a warm afternoon cuddle in bed w theo n u start lazily rubbing your ass into his hardening cock. and he's groaning in your neck, kissing along your jaw ..... UGH

ohhh… he’d have his arms wrapped tightly around you, the humid room so quiet you could hear his slow heartbeat thumping. you feel peaceful, the occasional cool summer breeze through the open windows feeling nice against your hot skin as you softly hear birds chirping. with the damp sheets barely covering you both, you unintentionally push against him, your ass pressing against his cock, instantly eliciting a groan from him. “hmm.”

with a sly smile spreading on your face, you now purposely press further against him, wiggling your ass as his hands trail to your hips, gripping them tightly. you know exactly what that means— he’s warning you that if you continue teasing him, you’ll have to face the consequences as well.

“theo…” you murmur, feeling his hot breath against your skin before he gently leaves a trail of soft kisses on your neck and jawline, making you more needy for him as you let out a soft whine. “my pretty girl.” his hands roam over your body, roughly massaging your tits as he presses himself against you, feeling his boner gradually grow harder.

“fuck, i— i need you, theo.” you plead, unable to wait any longer. you hear him chuckle at your eagerness, his hand slowly moving to your core, rubbing your clothed and already soaked pussy. you feel so desperate, yearning to feel more of him as soft pleas leave your lips. “shhh, i got you, bella. gonna make you feel so fucking good.”

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[miya-rin]

"i can't believe you got in a fight.”

“he hit me first, you just expect me to stand there and take that?"

a small chuckle leaves his mouth at your choice of words, standing between you parted legs osamu has been patching you up after a ‘small mishap’ with one of your classmates.

"obviously not, its just…" his voice trails off as he rummages around in the first aid kit until he finds an alcohol wipe, gently tearing it open before swiping it across your cheek, you wince in discomfort and he gives you an apologetic look. "sorry — its just, you're not really the type to hit someone, like i know you can defend yourself but cmon, you knocked him out."

"deserved."

"you really are something else." he laughs as he starts to dig around to find something else to slather over your face.

"thankyou."

"not a compliment."

“i'm gonna take it as one."

"i knew you would."

"yeah yeah whatever, you would have done the same.”

“oh yeah totally.” he picks up a tube of antibacterial cream and gently starts to apply it to the cut on your cheek, making sure to be extra careful as to not put too much.

“thankyou by the way.” he tilts his head up to look you in the eye for a split second before focusing back on the cream in his hand.

"hm?"

"for cleaning me up and that, thankyou."

"yeah well you probably wouldn't have, the blood would just be dried up all over your hands and face.”

"oh shut up," you let out a light laugh and by god you sound amazing "i'm not that bad."

"sure, whatever you say.”

the room elopes in silence — comfortable silence, the kind where you're not too worried if someone speaks or not, and yet you do.

"say, how long have you been dying your hair?"

"oh, i'm not sure, wh-" his words are cut short as he feels your hands snake up his undercut and into the dyed strands atop his head. shit he thinks, he so badly wants to look up at you, but he knows that if he does he won't be able to look away.

"it's really soft, what conditioner do you use? it must be good for it to not be completely dead."

"yeah." he stutters slightly, but just enough that you might not have been able to hear it. god he hopes you didn't hear it.

he still doesn't answer your question, staying quiet for a good minute or so before you decide to take action. gently tugging at his hair, an indication for him to look at you, he puts down whatever he was fiddling with and his eyes meet yours. they're a lot wider than normal, he almost looks scared, but from the dusting of pink spread across his cheeks you can tell it's something different. hes nervous.

“osamu, did you hear me?” the way you’re lightly scratching at his scalp turns him to putty in your hands. “i asked you a question.”

“uhm..i started dying it when i was like 13? so about 5 years now. and whatever conditioner my ma brings home.” you hum in approval as you continue to mess around with his hair.

“you know…i should probably finish bandaging you up.” he makes a start at grabbing some plasters to put over your bruised and bloody knuckles, avoiding eye contact even harder than before.

“wow, you wanna get rid of me that quickly? youre cold osamu.”

thats gets him to look at you.

“i never said that.”

“dont act dumb now, i heard you loud and clear.”

“youre putting words in my mouth.”

“oh so you’re accusing me now? this isnt the osamu i know and love.” as soon as that last word falls from your lips osamu burns a crimson red from his face to his neck and probably lower, choking on his spit and trying to catch his breath. if only you had your phone on you.

“you what?” he can finally speak by the looks of it.

“i love you. dont act like you didnt know.”

“yn, tell me youre joking.”

“are you rejecting me right now? thats a mean way to do it dont you think?”

“are you kidding me? ive had a crush on you since we were 15.”

“i know, why dont you do something about it?” you say with a sly smirk. he still looks on edge at the whole interaction, but theres no time like the present.

he lifts up his large and calloused hands to grab both sides of your face before bringing you into a sweet but passionate kiss, it doesnt last long as you are both conscious of the fact that anyone could walk into the schools medical room, but it is just enough to leave you both satisfied after years of pining. pulling away you are met with that boyish smile you fell in love with all those years ago.

“now that i think about it, im kinda glad you got into that fight…”

“so am i.”

[cherrikii]

⋅⋅⋅ 𝓉hink i might.. 𝜗𝜚 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞 ><

( 360 w. ) 𝒢．fluffy drabble　 𝒫．boyfriend!riki x gn!reader 　 𝒞𝒲．teasing, hugging, pet names, kisses, not proofread (let me know if i missed anything ♡︎)

“yo, yn!” a boy shouts at you from behind. you had an airpod in so you thought you were just hearing things and brushed it off.

“…yn!” that same boy caught up to you and grabs your shoulder softly. he pants a little and you turn around to see a familiar face.

“ki? what’re you doing here? didn’t you have isd..” you question and smile at him, in response he wraps his arm around your shoulders, walking at the same pace.

“i did, but the teach let me go early!” he smiles excitedly. “aren’t you happy i’m not breaking my streak of walking you home,” teases the boy. (he begged the isd teacher to let him leave early, even made some sad excuse just to be with you)

you giggle at him, “of course i am riks.” he takes his arm off your shoulders and takes your hand in his, lighting swaying them at the pace of your steps.

“well good, cause if you weren’t..” he reaches for this back pocket, “i wouldn’t have given you this!” he opens his fist and reveal a small box shaped object, a lychee jelly cup. your favorites.

you stop in your tracks, gasping loudly before engulfing riki in your arms. you had been complaining to riki for weeks now about craving lychee jelly.

“awww riki baby,” you stand on your tippy toes to kiss his forehead and hug him once again, “you didn’t have to.”

riki chuckles and hands you the jelly cup. “you know, the whole reason i got isd was because i went to buy you a box of jelly during lunch..” he rubs his neck and laughs, looking down at the ground sheepishly.

“riki!” you hit him playfully on his chest. “we could’ve gone to get some after school silly.”

he takes your hand in his again and says, “i just wanted to make you happy.”

your heart melts at his kindness, he doesn’t express himself verbally but rather through actions. his sweet gestures make you fall in love with him all over again.

you pout at him lovingly and kiss his flushed pink cheeks.

“you’re so sweet riks. thank you sweetheart.” you smile at him.

he smiles back and responds, “let’s go home and eat those jellies i got you now.”

( 𝒶.𝓃. ) feels good to be back >< i kinda pulled this out my ass though.. it’s been sitting in my drafts for a minute.. anyways reblogs, notes, and feedback highly appreciated ~ !

[gigi-loveless]

summary - loser!roommate!ellie gets you a special new toy.

warnings - smut (duh), use of vibrator, very very light degradation

authors note - this has been sitting in my drafts for like two months 😭 anyways!! requests are open!

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loser!roommate!ellie who is obsessed with toys. and i mean obsessed.

new packages are always on your doorstep from some sketchy ass website, triple wrapped with duct tape. curiously, you peer over her shoulder while she flips out her pocket knife and digs it into the box, breaking the seal with ease.

"what is it, els?" you ponder, brushing your hand over her shoulder sensually.

"shh. you'll see..." she nearly whispers, plucking the small, purple toy out of the box. thighs rubbing together in anticipation, you tilt your head at the oddly shaped item, as ellie smirks at you.

“so this….is a phone controlled vibrator."

oh.

~

“els…..” you mewl out, reaching your fourth orgasm of the night. the knot in your stomach pulsed, the aching becoming unbearable, vision going fuzzy.

“hold it.” she answers nonchalantly, not even bothering to look up from her phone to see the pathetic mess you’ve made before her. scrolling just to flip back to the app for a moment to turn the vibrator up to an agonizing high, pretending to wipe her mouth to cover her shit eating smirk.

“this was just to test it out….i’m supposed to take you out when you can barely behave yourself here?” she chuckles, her fingers drumming against her thigh.

the moans you were suppressing were absolutely sinful to keep to yourself, though ellie urged you to be quiet. just to make things interesting, you let out a pornographic whine, throwing your head back in pleasure. the room goes quiet for a moment, besides the trill of the tv.

“mm…..” ellie hums out, running her fingers through her auburn locks, gesturing her head towards the tv. “js’ watch your show, princess.”

suddenly, the steady, reliable trill of the toy began to pulse erratically against your puffy, throbbing clit, your back arching into it involuntarily. chanting her name like a prayer, your high is approaching quickly, guttural whines finally escaping the confines of your throat.

“thought you were better than that angel….” ellie tuts, taunting you as she strips of her boxers, her favorite light blue strap sitting snugly on her hips.

pt. 2….? this was supposed to just be a drabble but i got carried away oops!

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[rinneverse]

࿐ ♡ ˚ . 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 — 𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒆 + 𝒅𝒓. 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐. ˒ ⊹

cw fem reader / threesome / aventurine x f!reader x ratio / i wrote this directly into tumblr drafts; it is not proofread. proceed w caution EL O EL / usage of petnames (darling, sweetheart) / mentions of mindbreak / degradation and dirty talk / dacryphilia / light choking / teasing / oral (m!receiving) / spit-roast

love, oak! just a lil drabble. aven and veritas have me in a chokehold i fear.

i constantly think about how being in a relationship w both veritas ratio and aventurine would be...

i think, purposefully or not, things turn a little bit competitive with the two of them. who can take you out on the better date, who buys you the best gifts—and most importantly: who satisfies you the most.

and it’s not that they necessarily hate eachother so much they want to one-up the other (on the contrary; they like having you in common. being at your beck and call is what they live for, to your eternal surprise), they just find it fun. and it's the kind of fun they indulge in every night, making a symphony out of your sweet moans and pleasure-soaked whimpers.

this just happened to be one of those nights.

"look 't her. so depraved. our good girl, eh, ratio?"

"shut it, aventurine. i don't want to hear you talking when there's something much prettier to listen to right here."

seated on veritas's lap, he grasps your hips in his large hands as he guides you onto his thick length. a long moan falls from your lips as you feel the tip breach your dripping cunt, followed by a pleasant ache and stretch as he pulls your hips flush to his.

a warm breath ghosts the shell of your ear. aventurine crowds you from behind, the blazing heat of his chest pressing against your back. his hands ghost up your sides, leaving gooseflesh in their wake as they make their way up your body. he cups your tits, massaging the supple flesh and rolling your nipples, adding to the orchestra of stimulation the two men were making you feel.

"i suppose i can agree with you on that. she sounds just so delightful, doesn't she? makes me wanna break her—" a breathy whimper leaves you as aventurine licks up the skin of your neck, leaving a blazing trail of wetness as he kisses the shell of your ear. he continues in a soft whisper, "—yeah, you'd like that, wouldn't you?"

ratio holds your hips tightly, denying you the pleasure of grinding down against him. his smile is serpentine as he looks up at you. "go on—answer him, darling. would you like us to fuck you until you can't even remember your own name?"

ratio's golden eyes narrow, watching your every move. the way you squeeze your eyes shut, bottom lip taken between your teeth as you stifle a sob. he can't help himself—his hips buck slightly, drawing another breathy moan from your throat.

"she just clenched so nicely around me. i think she would like that. what do you think, aventurine?" ratio's voice drips with sultry honey as he speaks. his hands cup the globes of your ass, slowly coaxing you to move along his length. the feeling of his cock dragging along your walls is maddening, and you pulse around him in response as he forces you back down. his tip hits that spongy little spot inside you, bringing tears to line your pretty eyes, making your mascara run as droplets drip down your face.

aventurine pauses mouthing along your neck to smile. there's nothing pleasant in that grin though—only the feral need to please you, to take you in the palm of his hand and mold you to his liking. right now, he'd like nothing more than for you to be his pretty little cockslut, taking him and ratio until they had nothing left to give you.

"i think so too," aventurine responds. his hand grabs your face, squishing your cheeks together as he forces you to meet his gaze. there's so much love and adoration for you in those beautiful cerulean and lavender eyes, mixed with a cruel hunger that glimmers as he leans in, tongue peeking out to lick away the salty tears that run down your cheeks. "god, sweetheart. you look so pretty like this. is ratio's cock satisfying enough for you? is he making you feel good?"

you nod fervently, mouth falling open in a moan as aventurine's hand snakes down to play with your clit while ratio works you up and down his cock. they work in perfect tandem; of course, they've done this a million times before. ratio and aventurine have perfected the art of pleasing you.

"use your words, darling. am i making you feel good?" ratio hisses between gritted teeth. he's obviously feeling good too, if the way his cock twitches inside you is any indication. aventurine lets your face go in favor of letting it drift down, holding your neck gently. a promise, you think. it sends a thrilling feeling down your spine, your nerves alight with electricity as you try to roll your hips down against ratio. the hand around your neck tightens a fraction, the hand on your clit pausing, drifting away and caressing the sensitive skin of your thighs as aventurine waits for your response.

"yes, yes!" you cry out, desperate for any sort of friction. your hips buck fruitlessly. "feels s'good, veri!"

you're rewarded with aventurine's fingers deftly working at your clit again as ratio bucks his hips, fucking up into you. his pace isn't fast, but he hits you so deeply it sends your entire being into a frenzy. you can feel your stomach tighten, a telltale sign of what's to come.

"atta girl. you're taking him like a champ, aren't ya? don't forget about me, though. you can take more, surely?" aventurine drawls.

aventurine nods to ratio and suddenly you're being manhandled, forced onto your knees. you can feel ratio behind you while aventurine greets your face with a sanguine smile. you bite down the whimper that fights to escape you at the lack of stimulation—you were so close. with the way aventurine's smile is slowly poisoned with a smug satisfaction, he knows it too.

"hi, sweetheart." aventurine says as he unbuckles his belt with a clink. he pushes the fabric of his pants and boxers down, his cock obscenely slapping against his abdomen as its freed. he's already leaking pre; despite his put-together demeanor, you know he's desperate for you. you smile at him as he languidly pumps his cock.

you watch as aventurine seems to have a silent conversation with ratio. it lasts only a heartbeat—he looks back down at you as he brings his tip to your lips. your tongue darts out, running along the head, down the length of him, drawing a pretty moan from aventurine that makes your stomach do flips. as your lips close around him, you feel ratio push into you again, a lewd squelch sounding as he sinks into you.

they work you in tandem, aventurine holding your face as he guides your mouth on his cock, ratio fucking into you from behind. you're already close again. you can feel it.

"she loves this," ratio notes, a hint of smugness in his voice. "she's absolutely drooling around me. feel good, darling?"

of course, you can't respond. aventurine fucks your mouth gently, his eyebrows furrowed as he groans. you can see every twitch of his abs, the roll of his muscles as he fights down the pleasure your lips bring him.

"oh yeah. she’s definitely enjoying herself. don’t tire yourself out too fast though, i can go all night." aventurine smirks.

it feels like ratio’s thrusts grow a bit more punishing. his large hands grip the fat of your ass tightly as he says, "worry about yourself. i lasted longer than you last time, remember? not to worry though. i won’t stop until our darling is completely satisfied. isn’t that right?"

aventurine’s hips stutter slightly as you moan around his cock. "let’s see who makes her cum the most then, shall we?"

"fine then. we shall."

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