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cervinae-canine · 4 months ago
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whatever you do, do NOT think about your normally stoic and temperamental F/O softening upon seeing you!!! do NOT imagine your normally grumpy and jaded F/O having a small smile when thinking of you!!! do NOT imagine warming your cold F/O's heart and being able to see a calmer, more peaceful side of them!! DO NOT-
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bunnis-monsters · 1 month ago
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Under the mistletoe with your fav monsters!
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Bee hybrids
-prepare for a frenzy of kisses and tongues on your face and neck.
-some of them prefer to have their own separate kiss with you, but most are fine smothering you in kisses with the others
-they taste like honey and cinnamon!
Cow/Bull hybrids
-the bull hybrids are aggressive with their kisses, often pushing you against the nearest wall and devouring your mouth
-cow hybrids are more subdued. They hold onto your waist and their tails wag excitedly as their lips meets yours
-they taste like grass kind of
Puppy Hybrids
-OH BOY they’re excited.
-they definitely slobber all over you before you can even get them close enough for a kiss
-there’s lots of tongue and some teeth, they just get so excited that they forget how to kiss you for a moment and end up nipping your lips
-tastes… kind of unpleasant honestly
Elves
-will get a bit flustered when you mention that you’re both standing under a mistletoe.
-he’ll hold your face in your hands, staring down at you with an unreadable expression before leaning forward and kissing you.
-they taste like earl gray tea
Vampires
-they smirk when you mention the mistletoe(they’re the ones who put it there)
-are eager to kiss you, they really wanna feel your warmth and are a bit desperate(it’s cute tho)
-omg… the worst about biting your lip while kissing.
-they taste like blood lol
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paparoach · 13 days ago
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Think it's about time to stop putting ruinedchildhood on the dash
Please note this particular post was not on my dash. Regardless, block and filter the url.
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andrew-thy-accursed · 14 days ago
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Can we have some winter euro and dead ? 💜
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They must cuddle.......BUT ONLY FOR WARMTH!!!😆
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booksooks · 5 months ago
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Oh oh!! Shiggy w/ a gamer gf but shes also super social?
(𝑵𝑶𝑻) 𝑺𝑶𝑪𝑰𝑨𝑳
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Author's note: this was a request from an anon (🩸anon hi sorry this took so long) im not sure if this is where you wanted this to go but! here we are :)
Content: Shigaraki being jealous and a little manipulative, oops.
Word Count: 1342
Summary: Shigaraki doesn't like it when you talk to other people.
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Shigaraki watched you chatter to someone over your headset in annoyance from across the room. Whoever you were talking to must have been the most interesting person in the world, he thought, because otherwise why were you straight up ignoring him? You were supposed to be paying attention to him. Were you mad at him? Were you trying to send him some weird, wordless subliminal message by keeping your back turned to him, talking to anyone but him? (To be fair to you, you had never done anything like that before, you were fairly good at communication.) 
Shigaraki shuffled his feet awkwardly behind you, trying to get your attention via vibrations in the floor that you… most definitely didn’t feel. Your feet were tucked underneath you on the legs of the chair, and even if you were solidly against the ground, it was not. Enough. 
Was he not enough?
The thought squeezed at his heart, hard, and he didn’t like it. It made his neck itch, made his hands feel like they were being torn apart from the nails and - oh wait, that was just him, picking at hangnails. Your giggle, quiet but still bright and bubbly, broke him out of his thoughts. He looked down at his fingers, red and raw and irritated, and he shook, trying so hard to not bring his hands up and itch and itch and itch and itch- 
Fuck it, he decided, nails digging into the soft, scarred flesh of his throat. This couldn’t be worse than you ignoring him. He didn’t like feeling this way, this anxious, this… left out. How the hell did you stand talking to people like that anyway? It wasn’t fair; if he couldn’t get the damn words out in real life, how could you? Over the internet? It wasn’t fucking fair. 
Shigaraki paced around in the minimally empty space behind his gaming chair, because at least you had the decency to come to his room, to play those stupid, attention-stealing games, (under any other circumstances he would tell anyone, who would have the lack of common sense to ask, that those were some of his favorite games and why in great detail). But you were still ignoring him, it wasn’t fucking fair, and he wanted to throw something. 
Actually. 
Not a bad idea. 
Shigaraki looked around his room for something to toss at you, something that wouldn’t hurt, necessarily, but something that would grab your attention. A pen sat on his rumpled bed sheets for whatever reason. Perfect. He snatched it up carelessly and chucked it at the back of your head. Only it didn’t hit the back of your head, it hit the back of his chair, making the fabric bounce ever-so-slightly before it smoothed out. You briefly turned around to look at him, curious, and still yapping. 
“Hold on,” you mumbled to whoever was on the other end. Shigaraki saw you hit the mute button. “What’s up? Need something?” 
Yeah, you. Need your attention, your touch, your scent, your-
“What? No.” 
You stared at him for a bit longer, suspicious but not enough to deter you from turning back around and unmuting yourself. “Sorry about that.” 
Shigaraki saw red as he faintly heard a guy’s voice on the other end, laughing. At him. Indirectly, of course, there was no way he knew what he was laughing at, but still. Shigaraki wanted to press all five fingers against the monitor, against your headphones, the tower, fucking everything just to get, and keep, your attention on him. Why hadn’t he said he wanted your attention when you asked? Because it was fucking pathetic, that’s why. No grown man should have to beg for attention from his partner. That would be ridiculous, childish, and Shigaraki was damned if he’d turn into some pathetic, sniveling, begging wimp just because he couldn’t handle you talking to someone else. 
He was scratching again. The sound of his nails, clipped but still sharp, against his skin was overwhelming, the dull, hrrrgtz hrrrgtz hrrrgtz making his stomach churn. No, it didn’t, he was lying. What made his stomach churn was the fact that you were so easily chattering away to someone online when you had a perfectly good boyfriend, right there! For all your wants and needs. 
Fuck you. 
Shigaraki stormed as quietly as he could over to you, and without thinking,  yanked his chair away from the desk. You yelped, outraged, as your headset was ripped from your ears, and your ass slipped forward and off the chair, landing on the hardwood floor. 
“Woah, what was that? You good?” Came the voice over- fucking Christ, was that Discord? You weren’t even playing a 1v1 a fucking one-round-only piece of shit game with some shmuck, and he hadn’t even noticed. That had to change. Shigaraki slammed his hand flat against the screen and watched in delight as it started to crumble from the inside out, the other person’s voice dying out from the inside of your headphones. He only felt minimally better. 
“Tomura, what the hell?” You asked, sore of ass and indignant of attitude. “What the hell was that? I was talking to someone.” 
“Yeah, some fucking idiot,” he snarled, picking you up from the floor under the arms, carefully, he didn’t want to decay you afterall, and just about threw you on the bed. You were too surprised to even fight back, only letting out a small, “woa-mfh?” when you landed. You glared up at him, confused and disoriented and-  fuck you were cute. 
Shigaraki smiled, he knew it was nowhere near comforting, and crawled into bed with you, pushing you back onto the pillows before collapsing on top of you with a satisfied hum. He felt you, stiff and full of apprehension beneath him, and that just wouldn’t do. 
“Fucking relax, would you?” He huffed, trying to bury his face deeper into the crook of your neck. It was safe, there, dark and warm and it smelled like you. So yeah, safe. “You’re stiff as a board.” 
“Are you going to explain what the fuck just happened?” You asked, disbelievingly. “I was talking to someone-”
“Yeah, like I said, a fucking idiot. He doesn’t deserve your time.” Shigaraki was pouting, he knew he was, but he didn’t care. He deserved your attention more than anyone else. 
“And you think you do? After the stunt you just pulled?” You were angry. Or at the very least annoyed as hell. 
Shigaraki stayed quiet for a moment. “Yeah.” 
“Fucking hell.” 
Things were silent for a few minutes, the only sounds being your breathing and his, mingled together. Shigaraki had even started to relax, letting his eyes fall closed when you spoke up again. 
“You can’t- Tomura, you can’t just demand my time and energy when I’m busy, and expect me to drop everything for you.”
Shigaraki felt his lip curl. “Why not? I’m your boyfriend, I should be your top priority.” 
“Okay, but I have a life, and friends. You get to talk to your friends, why can’t I?” 
Oh. Shigaraki hadn’t thought of that. Especially not in the way you had framed it. Was he in the wrong here? Should he apologize? Shigaraki scrunched up his face and thought back to all the visual novels he had ever played, all the manga he had read. Usually, when someone fucked up, for lack of better words, they apologized. That’s right. So…
“I’m sorry,” he grunted out against your neck. “For… being so aggressive.” 
He felt you shift beneath him, tilting your head one way and then the other in thought. “Just… don’t do it again, okay?” 
Shigaraki nodded subtly, wanting nothing more for the whole apologizing part to be over and done with.“Fine.” 
It was another few seconds before he felt your arms wrap around his shoulders, and he sighed softly, feeling you loosen up and melt into his mattress. Finally. He felt, more than heard you utter a quiet, “love you,” before you settled back into silence. 
He had your attention. “Love you too.”
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seiwas · 1 month ago
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sniff hiccs i’m back begging for mattsun + friends -> lovers + stomach (ALSO ILY)
thanks for sending saint!! sorry i'm getting to this so late, ily 🥺
mattsun + stomach + friends -> lovers
contains: pining mattsun, christmas fluff!, seijoh 4 dynamics bc ofc they are a scheming conniving bunch, kind of ambiguous?? but there is def something, suggestive innuendos, fluff!!!!!!!!
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ugly christmas sweaters aren't issei's thing. not one bit.
they're itchy, first and foremost, and you'd think, with something that horrendous, they might as well have some kind of redeeming quality (like wool-soft thermal lining)—but nope, they're equally as uncomfortable as they are ugly.
the hem of this year's sweater, in particular, rides up his disproportionally long torso, making it impossible for him to reach forward or upward for anything. the cuffs of his sleeves land at that awkward length that just barely covers his wrists, leaving his fingertips cold. for issei, an essential criteria of any good sweater is that the sleeves must be long enough for him to pull over his knuckles—a quality that this one definitely does not have.
plus, it's ugly. (did he already mention that?)
"oh shit," takahiro wheezes, holding in his laughter as he reads the text on issei's sweater. he bites down his side comment and nods his head instead, "i respect it."
issei stares at him, deadpan.
since arriving at hajime's apartment for your group's yearly christmas celebration, issei's kept himself confined to the kitchen. there are many reasons for this: one, the alcohol is much easier to refill back here; two, not everyone's arrived yet; and three—
"'unwrap me, baby?'" hajime steps into the space, eyebrow raised as he tilts his head at the very obvious red bow adorning issei's sweater. the gold text on the fabric is even more evident.
"i swear," takahiro tells hajime as he swings an arm around issei's shoulder, "if this isn't his profession of lo―"
"shut the fuck up," the taller male elbows him as hajime chuckles across the room, "it's the stupid theme."
issei hates christmas sweaters, and yet every year, without fail, you manage to rope him in to wearing one away. regardless of its stupid theme.
"well, they should be around ten minutes out," hajime replies, checking the notifications on his smart watch, "so if you plan to… you know…”
issei shrugs, taking another sip from his glass of gin, "s'just a small crush."
but everyone knows it's much more than that.
.
you and tooru arrive with arms full of gifts. one by one, you approach them, present in one hand as you go in for a hug with the other. it's a typical, normal thing you do, but his heart instantly hammers the moment you stand in front of him. the soft smile you give him is one he knows well, and if he wants to be a little hopeful, it's one he thinks you give to him, alone, too.
your arm wraps around issei's waist as you lean in for a hug, the blend of your shampoo and perfume hitting him all at once. the alcohol has done much to ease his mind, but little to dull his senses, his arm instinctively bringing you closer. when you linger in his hold for just that bit longer, all his thoughts turn silent.
everyone’s known of this thing between you and issei for a while; it's hard not to notice after all the years of mutual pining and undeniable chemistry. it’s even gotten to the point that tooru’s added the event of you and issei getting together to his christmas wishlist.
but, you always say you don't think issei sees you like that, because if he did, he would have said something by now. which, to issei's defense, the only reason he hasn't said anything is because the last time someone tried to ask you out, you said, "i'm not looking for a relationship right now."
takahiro argues that it's been a few years since then, and that your answer would have been very different should issei have been the one to ask. but still.
"'santa baby, oh baby yes baby,'" hajime squints at your christmas sweater, reading the words slowly.
"dude, you have to stop reading that shit out loud," takahiro groans.
tooru laughs from the couch, "unwrap me, baby’ and that? cute! you’re talking through your sweaters."
issei's expression remains unbothered as he watches you turn shy, meeting his eyes for a brief moment before walking over to join tooru on the couch.
"at least issei's the only one who takes the themes seriously,” you jokingly huff and pout.
.
issei should have known his friends were up to no good tonight, with the outright teasing and the weird way hajime’s been acting this entire time.
the kitchen is surprisingly full right after dinner; cleanup duty is typically left to you and issei because it’s the only other thing the both of you can do—plus, it makes for a perfect combination: your speediness in cleaning the countertops and his ease in handling dinner plates make for an efficient team.
but tonight, everyone’s seemed to fit themselves into the tiny space, pushing you closer and closer to one another.
“mattsun, can you pass that big bowl in the cupboard?” tooru calls out, pointing at the space overhead.
issei’s gaze follows the direction of his finger, his arm reaching up high to get it.
then, it happens too quickly after that.
from an ‘accidental’ bump to a slight shove, hajime backs up into takahiro who manages to push you out of balance, leading you to cling on to the next best thing to keep you standing—
which just so happens to be issei’s stomach, lean muscles and smooth skin on full display from the way his christmas sweater has ridden up while reaching for the bowl that tooru just so happened to coincidentally ask for.
he shivers almost instantly—whether from the coolness of your fingertips or the plain fact that it’s you, he has yet to determine.
you look flustered, apologising profusely as you turn to move away, but as everyone else seems to exit the space, issei puts his hand over yours to keep you in place.
the action makes you still.
“you okay?” he manages, still a little dazed as his eyes look for yours.
the stare you return is a mixed bag of shock, confusion, and uncertainty—as if you’re not sure if you’re reading into this correctly.
so maybe it’s the alcohol, but when he jokingly asks, “taking ‘unwrapping me’ literally, huh?” while motioning to his sweater, he doesn’t think much beyond the intention of trying to lighten up the mood—of trying to make you laugh despite the awkwardness of the situation.
your eyebrows shoot up briefly before you dissolve into stifled laughs. the hand you’d rested on his stomach relaxes and you feel him do the same, his subtle sigh of relief blowing small wisps of hair away from your forehead.
this is enough for him—just the two of you in the kitchen, laughing over another one of these mishaps like it’s happened plenty of times before (because it has; too many times that he wonders if it’s normal for friends to find themselves in these situations).
but you push it just that bit further and tease him back, snorting as you mimic the words on your sweater, “guess i should say ‘santa baby, oh baby yes baby.’”
and if you both notice the evident hardness pressing into your thigh, neither you nor issei says a thing about it.
a/n: this def crosses a boundary in their friendship and they get together after a few days, just in time for new year’s 😌 unmentioned but reader has also had the fattest crush on mattsun since forever, they’re just really good at hiding it. and reader also thinks that mattsun is just naturally flirty with everyone else (he isn’t).
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kitten4sannie · 3 months ago
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bestie how are we feelin? 🥴 bc I'm feelin pretty like I wanna bite him 🤧
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CRAZY . i’m feeling crazy. sannie out here looking like steve jobs and shit…..but he’s so oh my GOD. i’d leave little teeth marks all over that man. mm mm MMM
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the-seven-patrons · 1 month ago
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U guys should do a snowball fight.
:)
*Throws a snowball at Voira, then points at Lucifer.*
It's him! HE THREW IT! I SAW IT WITH MY OWN EYES!!!!
"Oh, you f-."
He quickly backed up before eventually stumbling backwards thanks to a pile of snow.
"Voira, do not listen to that guy. I did not. I did NOT throw that at you! I SWEAR-!"
"Oh, he totally threw it."
"IRIS-!"
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ultimate-solider-mukuro · 4 months ago
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Mukuro? You’re..
You’re here again, I see. Welcome back.
( @maki-harukawa-ultimate )
"Yup! I’m here.. how you been doing maks?"
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thescarletkiller · 6 months ago
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A disheveled Blood covered Sk Nacha is at your front door
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*Gasps*
Honey! You’re back!
*kisses her* mmm, did you have fun?
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bloodsoakedgod · 6 months ago
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🗣️ — Well isn't this a surprise. Lovely scenery I must say. Though there's so much red that you can't see the blue!! 💙💙
He would look at EXE, his neck elongating to get a good look.
@endless-smiles-and-doing-urmom
EXE almost yelped, but swallowed it back as the other hedgehog extended its neck to get a good look.
With a quick narrow of his eyes, and a devilish grin, he threw his hand up and wrapped it around part of Majin’s neck.
“ Aren’t you an interesting one~? “
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narcissisticpdcultureis · 2 months ago
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npd culture is: I am the one and only real god.
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whispersxwhimpers · 1 year ago
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andrew-thy-accursed · 3 months ago
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Akerlund dressed Ann Marit in the same jacket Pelle had, he gave her the very similar baggy clothes in that scene, he gave her the same hair color as Pelle, he filmed them kissing from behind her back, the entire sex scene was filmed in the way that you could just squint a bit and you would think it's Pelle there instead of her in that darkness. Then he thought about Pelle immediately after sex. Cried because of him, twice. She finds photos of Pelle and Øystein and tells him that he really do misses him and he just grabs the box from her hands without the word, as if she found photos of his ex girlfriend. Then he ends the film with the photo of the two of them. Jonas is the biggest EuroDead shipper
FUCK. YOURE SO FUCKING RIGHT AND I DIDNT EVEN CATCH IT DUDE...I've rewatched this fucking movie 10 times this year alone it was right in my fucking face the whole time ... these scenes have graced me with perfect crops to imagine it's EuroDead in my survival AU thank you I am indebted to you🙏🙏🙏
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number-2-hero-hawks · 3 months ago
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Hey what did I do!? 😓
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seiwas · 4 months ago
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HI MY BELOVED ANGEL!!! i am sending u mattsun + campfire as well as kisses n hugs <33
SAINTTT hello 🥺 thank you for sending a prompty!! 🥹 idt i've ever written mattsun fully before so this is something new!
help me get back into the writing groove! send me a character + any word and i'll write a short blurb about it!
contains: exes, stranded-y situation, feelings are complicated, some expletives
mattsun + campfire
"i told you we should've brought the spare—"
"yeah, let me go back in time for a sec and do just that."
"asshole."
lesson #1: nothing good ever happens when you're stuck in a car with your ex on the way to somewhere remote.
you blame iwaizumi for this one. who the fuck chooses to spend their birthday weekend in the fucking wilderness?
(okay, you don't actually think it's so bad. to be fair, he did plan this a year ago. and it did sound like a good idea. then. at the time. anywhere with the boys was always guaranteed fun―at least, until you and matsukawa broke up.)
"can you pass me the flashlight?" he points at the backpack behind you. when you hand it over, your fingers brush over his as he takes it away from you.
and you hate it, because―
lesson #2: you should never be alone with your ex when you still have feelings for them.
you'd agreed to take two cars to the camping spot: iwaizumi's with oikawa and hanamaki and matsukawa's with you. there was no way you'd fit in one, and hanamaki ultimately decided to ride with iwaizumi because, "you and mattsun have shit to sort out," he'd said.
with night setting and the two-hour headstart they managed to get ahead of you, the best thing you and matsukawa can do is to set up camp temporarily and wait for them to come back for you come sunrise.
you sigh.
leaves crack underneath your feet as you maneuver around your camping space. the light from matsukawa's flashlight tells you where he is, just a bit deeper in the forestry as he looks for wood to help set up the fire.
you unload the car in the meantime, bringing out some snacks and sleeping bags while waiting.
matsukawa eventually comes back with arms full of wood, and you help in whatever way you can, clearing the space and fetching more twigs when needed.
the entire car ride here had been quiet, so it's not surprising that this entire process has been equally as silent. until―
"did you already pull out your tent?" he asks, half of his body disappearing into the trunk of the car.
"huh?" you go closer, "i only brought out the sleeping bags."
then he sighs, ducking out from the trunk with a hand on his hip, "we only have one tent."
"what?"
"makki must have gotten yours with his when he decided to move cars."
his hand runs through his hair, a habit you know well. it lights up all sorts of weird feelings in your tummy
you don't know how to feel―
"i can sleep in the car."
―but you know that you definitely don't want him to do that. all things considered, you were friends first. and you've both been trying to be friends again since the breakup. you wouldn't want to cause him discomfort like that.
so, with a deep breath, you say, "it's okay, we can just share."
"are you sure?" he stares at you.
you nod.
after setting up the tent, you eat a few energy bars and clean up from the day's events. the campfire provides ample enough heat, but with how fast the flames are burning, you're doubtful it'll last the two of you the entire night.
it’s much later on, past midnight, that your doubts are proven right when you and matsukawa are cramped together in a tent made for one. it started to get cold a few minutes ago, and you've found yourself inching closer and closer to the warmth you’ve gotten used to laying against for the past two years.
he's only pretending to be asleep, you know that much, too. the rise and fall of his chest is hardly there; you can see it, how he's holding his breath being this close to you.
"issei," you whisper.
he opens his eyes, eyelids lifting lazily as he meets your stare. the vibration of his hum reverberates to you.
"it's cold."
for a moment, your stomach drops at the thought that he could ignore you; how it would make perfect sense for him to. you broke up with him after all, and he doesn't owe you anything, much less favors as intimate as this one.
but he closes the already dwindling gap between you, wrapping an arm around your waist as he pulls you closer. it's near, far too near for exes to be―noses touching and all.
"warmer?" his voice comes out hoarser through the whisper.
you nod, your head shifting up and down—which, truly, is where you ultimately fuck up. you feel it, a little chapped but still pliant against your lips.
in your carelessness, you accidentally brush your lips against his, the sensation alone surprising you enough to inch your head back as you mutter your apologies.
"sorry? really?" he asks, eyes half-lidded still as he chuckles.
his question settles into the small space you're in.
your vision trails from his eyes, down to the slope of his nose, until it lands on his lips again. a little split like you've always known, but still your favorite. still the only lips you want against yours.
when you lean in again, you know you're fucked, because―
lesson #3: the number one rule is that exes shouldn't kiss each other anymore.
#mattsun x reader#matsukawa x reader#hq x reader#shotorus.workbook#WAAAAAH i hope u like this saint !!!#ive never rlly written mattsun in length before so i hope i captured him enough ?????#i feel like he's such a tough balance to write (bc i am not witty at all and i feel like he would be HAHAHA)#anyway !!! some stuff abt the fic: the split was amicable for the most part#but the reason why makki says reader and mattsun have stuff to sort out is because there's like a weird tension~~ that he feels around them#and its kind of like. they bicker? and snap at each other like exes do but also it's just like. why do u care abt what the other does so mu#if you arent together anymore ?? typa thing. its like. they argue but in a way couples normally do if that makes sense#HONESTLY MAKKI WOULDNT HAVE ALSO MINDED STAYING WITH THEM cos he likes to watch HAHA but i think#he joined iwaoi more as a 'ill give u guys time together to fuck it out or wtvr just dont be weird on iwa's bday' typa thing#they were also together for a while! friends first and everything hmmm the reason why reader broke up with him#can be up to you! but my intention was for it to be something fixable and just more fitting for a 'break' typa thing#not necessarily a breakup#also the iwa car went ahead and they have the spare tire so they can go back and help but better in the daylight#i think thats all !!!#i hope you like it !!#ask#rep#saint.🩸#honestly these just keep getting longer hAHAH i should follow my 20 minute cap more#ask rep answered#heartsyougave
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