#I can't look directly at him im AFRAID hes too beautiful

[teddybearsims]

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[cvnt4him]

sassy deku >>> (big ass forehead)

YK YOU WRONG FOR TALKING AB MY MAN LIKE THAT HES GORGEOUS HIS FOREHEAD IS PERFECT THE WAY IT IS.

N YKW? IM AB TO MAKE A FULL THING TOO. CAN WE TALK AB THE HEAD THING THO??? LIKE HUH LIKE THAT PARAGRAPH IS MIND BLOWING.

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Getting an attitude w sassy men

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M. izuku.

You and izuku never really get into fights so when you randomly got an attitude w him you better believe he got pissed. He's so sweet and nice to you under all circumstances whatsoever, he doesn't want to disrespect you at all but God lately you've just been getting on his nerves. The way you bitch around and yell at him like he exploded the sun.

"are you fucking kidding me izuku? Like are you genuinely insane. I just cannot with you."

You scoff and yell at him with an angry tone.

He rolls his eyes and ignores you, you've really just been so annoying. Like God why can't you simply shut up and suck his cock. Like he's been through so much in his life and this so what he gets in return?

"yeah okay bitch."

"excuse me?!"

"you fucking heard me, you've literally been bitching all day over some shit I had nothing to do with like I just can't. I've saved all of Japan and instead of getting a loving girlfriend to cook and clean for me you're sitting here being a whiney little bitch."

He spat venom with every word that left his beautifully pink tinted lips, his eyes squinted at you with spite. The way he spoke stunned you, you were frozen in shock. You're sweet loving boyfriend who'd never raise his voice at you or even attempt to hurt your feelings,

Tears welled in your eyes as you were blinded by the forming tears, blinking heavily trying to bat away the tears that were starting to become present. Izuku never got angry or even attempted to fight with you, he hated the guilty feeling he'd always feel and not djd you make him feel it.

You made him sleep on the couch for a couple of nights, the main reason he actually stayed on the couch was because he felt he deserved it after what he'd said and how hed spoken to you. Izukus kother would be so disappointed in him. The words that left his mouth were misogynistic and ugly, he wasn't that kind of person, but for some reason you brought out the bad in him.

There was also the good. You knew how to make him laugh, smile, feel oh so good. So why had he been so mean to you lately. He wished he knew.

Izuku came knocking on your shared room door waiting for you to say something, anything. It'd been so long since he'd heard your voice, since you'd spoken to him directly.

"come in."

A soft voice was heard through the wooden door as he practically pushed the door down trying to hurriedly open it to get to you. He gulped out of fear, afraid of what you'd say to him, how you'd feel if you looked at him. He hated himself for what he said, and he wanted to apologize.

You looked at him with sad eyes, you were under the cover hiding your face at first. It felt so good to see your beautiful face after so long. He sighed at your gorgeous features, your lips in a pouty frown and your hair a mess. You looked good no matter what.

"my pretty girl..."

He whispered to you, rushing to your side. He instantly wrapped his arms around your figure as you did the same, he moved the cover on top of the both of you and cuddled you. He buried his face in your neck planting little fast kisses everywhere.

"I'm so sorry.. you've just been so.. difficult lately."

He says into your ear. he feels you tense under his touch before moving back to look at him with a disgusted look. He gave you a confused one, why had you looked like this? He was apologizing!

"are you fucking kidding?"

"wha--"

"I'M being difficult??? If I'm SOO difficult just fucking leave."

Here we go again. He sighed heavily getting rather impatient which izuku was nothing but. You were angering him once again because you're bitching and nagging before he can even get a word out, per usge.

"my god you're such a spoiled little bitch. you never let me speak, always making things about yourself. I came fucking apologize but if you're going to be a fucking cunt I might as well fuck yours."

"are you fucking kidding me izuku?! you-- wait what."

Anyways he bent you over and yanked your underwear and pants off in one go didn't even bother prepping or anything just shoved his semi hard cock inside of you and thrusted into you at an insane pace.

Moral of this story is he didn't stop fucking you until you were a sloppy cum filled mess.

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I. tenya.

Tenya was so full of your shit. You've gotten in trouble in class, kept blowing him off, and then proceeded to ignore his texts.

He was so fed up with you. He needed to talk to you and you were going to hear him out not just as the class president but as your boyfriend.

"what do you want tenya."

"for you to stop acting like a cunt."

"i--- wha-"

"I'm so tired of your shit y/n you've been acting like a cold hearted ice queen towards me all day. I want to be with you but I can't stand being in the same room with someone who doesn't care about me."

"I never said i---"

"yet you're acting like I'm some minor pleb. Y/n I love you more than anything and yet you're standing here treating me like a insignificance to your presence."

He says putting his hands on his hips. God he looked so sassy like that it was actually kind of hot. He saw how a smirk appeared into your face as you looked him up and down and he tensed under your eyesight.

"yeah you're right tenya I've been kind of a dick all day hm, baby? Let me make it up to you yeah?"

You say batting your eyelashes at him walking towards him and rubbing your hands up and down his chest, burying your face in his neck and whispering and fanning your breath over it. He shivered and put his hands on your waist pulling you closer into his chest, he lifted your head closer to his, your lips so close to touching.

He pushed you down on the bed and dusted himself off.

"you've got to do a better job than that if you want me to forgive you.

Fuck, the smirk he gave you while walking out of his room was diabolical. God how did you end up with a sexy boyfriend like this. Yet he's such a pain in the ass too.

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M. neito.

Monoma was an ass sometimes, sure. A sassy diva, yeah, but he was never rude to you. He never made you feel like you were less than perfect, he always gave you what he felt you deserved and always made sure you knew how much you meant to him. He never let his feud with your class fuck with him. Until now.

He's been letting everything your class does get to him, and since you're in class 1A he's been getting rather pissed with you. The way he blew you off and pushed you aside like some petty diva was about your last straw.

You walked all the way to class 1B dorm house and bust through the doors in a fit of rage. You were not going to let anyone stop you from fucking up his world.

The way all of his classmates looked at you like you were crazy, some laughing others just genuinely confused why someone from class 1A was here to begin with.

"where the hell is he."

You say yelling to his classmates as they all pointed to up the stairs where the dorms were. You've been there before, not while everyone was awake. But you've been there before. You knew exactly where his dorm was located.

You stormed up the stairs and quickly made your way to his dorm. Upon arriving you bust down his door with your foot, he screams and hides under his work desk for cover. Once he seen it was you he scoffed and was ready to tell at you before being stopped before anything could even leave his lips.

"are you fucking kidding me?? You've been a dick to me all week for what? Because my class is higher than yours?? get over it. At the end of the day you're in hero courses you'll live. Stop treating me like a nuisance because of some sick twisted vendetta you have with my class!"

He scoffed, getting up from his hiding place with a hand to his chest in an offended manner. There was no way you seriously just spoke to him like this?? Where has this side of you come from?? You've always been so sweet and obedient with him!

He was speechless, not a word left his opened mouth. How could you speak to him like some loser. Like those dorks in your class!!

"nothing to say?"

You ask with your hands on your hips. He was sassy, but you knew how to play sassy as well. He crossed his arms and looked away from you. Not daring to utter a word. You kind of liked this side of him, the side that didn't talk back to you. It suited him. A pretty face with such pretty lips need to be shut sometimes. He looks better when he sits there and looks pretty.

You smirk and push him down onto his bed, he lets out a sound as you crawl on top of his lap and put both of your hands on his chest.

"my pretty boy.~"

He was a flushed mess, he opened and closed his mouth like a goldfish, he was stunned that you'd just done this to him. He was always the one to take the lead and initiate things!! He hated how much he didn't mind you being on top.

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B. katsuki.

Katsuki Bakugou, the world's sassiest man. The way he walks with a sway to his hips, the way he stands, the way he just exists unapologetically is enviable to all. Some envied his tiny snatched waist while others envied the fire behind his eyes. He loved being a hero but he loved his girlfriend more.

He loved you so much, so dearly he had no problem with admitting it either. However he hated, absolutely despised when you caught an attitude with him like he doesn't treat you like a queen.

He was absolutely appalled when you started bitching and yelling at him, waving your arms about and threatening to slap the fuck out of him. He scoffed with wide eyes and a smile like he was daring you to. He wasn't afraid to hit you back by all means, however he loved you too much to bring you into harms way in any kind. So he wouldn't actually hit you but throwing you against things, oh yeah that was an option.

"like honestly katsuki could you be more stupid?"

"bitch? Me, stupid? Hah! You're hilarious! Actually, you deserve an award for your humor honestly, how do you do it."

He jokes slapping his knee with an angry smile still plastered on his beautiful face. God you hated how he had such an effect on you despite how furious you were with him. He knew the huge effect he had on and used it to his advantage.

He smirked and pulled you by your waist mid sentence, you were yelling at him and your fiery words were instantly cut off by the way he looked at you, the way he touched you, the way he moved slightly closer to you face his breath fanning over your face. He peered down at you with those volcanic ruby red eyes of his, daring you to do something anything. He wanted it.

"fucking asshole."

"I could fuck yours if you'd like, yeah?"

God you hated how much you loved him. He was an asshole, but he was yours. He never took you seriously when the two of you argued or when you got an attitude with him. You knew this and it angered you, but you could never stay angry with him because he'd always fuck it out of you like he hated you.

He pulled you into a passionate kiss still having that shit eating smirk on his face once he pulled away holding his forehead to yours as he chuckled lowly.

"you hate me."

"so fucking much."

You say pulling him into a heated kiss, walking backward towards his bed so he could fuck you like a slut.

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AN: chat this was the worst thing I've ever made, I don't think I made them sassy at all, except katsuki anything he does is sassy. however I low-key love how mean I made izuku, I js feel like after his vigilante arc and the war he's a different person, like he's still a sweetie pie but he doesn't take shit from anyone me thinks.

[sentoooo]

[anon:

ITS THE KUAI LIANG HAIR ANON AGAIN

No because imagine like... Pulling it... During ykyk... HEAR ME OUT WJAT IF HE WHIMPERS AND FUCKS YOU HARDER-

IM TOO GAY FOR THIS GAME ISTG]

alright, my favorite anon. ask, and ye shall receive (even tho you didnt directly ask, dont worry). you got me riled up today. sittin in the back at work SHAKING. all i could think abt was kuai liang. his arms, his hair. UGH.

so. this is for you. and every other kuai liang simp. but mainly my favorite (anonymous) kuai liang simp.

your honor, i need him in me.

inspired by keep it down by migrant motel. or my entire whore playlist, really.

cw: amab, male reader, nsfw, 18+, just pure smut, porn w/ no plot, anal, mainly vanilla, little bit of praise, hair pulling OF COURSE, you're all his, proofread word count: 3,106. not a lot but a lot more than i thought i'd write :P MINORS DNI

"ᴀʟʟ ᴍɪɴᴇ" ⨟ ᴋᴜᴀɪ ʟɪᴀɴɢ [ꜱᴄᴏʀᴘɪᴏɴ] x ᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ⨟ 18+

Quiet, hushed whispers ran through the air, accompanied by the muffled sound of a river running by. Two bodies illuminated by warm light, soft and comforting. Kuai Liang had his head buried in your shoulder, breathing almost too heavily. He couldn't look at you. The way his thoughts roamed, how delicious you looked, it was anything but innocent. The taste of sin lingered on his lips, a craving so raw and visceral clawed in his stomach.

Kuai Liang's excitement wasn't so easily held back, the warmth rubbing against your thigh was testament to that. Damn these clothes, you curse to yourself, keeping his true yearning from you. A barrier so thin should be ripped off, no? And yet, here he was, restraining himself. His breath hot on your neck, you adjusted only slightly. Rubbing your thigh against his bulge, he let out a low groan.

"Don't do this to me," Kuai Liang's voice almost trembles. "Please."

Your hands wrap around him, your right hand finding its way to the nape of his neck, playing with the few strands of his hair that broke free from his bun. You were teasing him. Leaning your head into his, you whisper a challenge.

"Come on, I know you want me," Bold, courageous, and flirtatious. Your tone forces him to grip your shoulders harder. His previous words echo in your mind. He was more than free to roam your body, enjoy it thoroughly, ravage you. And yet, he held back.

Kuai Liang pulled his face away from your neck, meeting your devious gaze. His eyes full of lust, begging to have you. His face flush, he just can't help himself. Oh how good you look, how beautiful you would look with him buried inside you. His hands stray from your shoulders, tracing up your neck and cupping your face. Only for a moment, he pauses. Admiring you, your soft skin, your inviting lips, your sweet words.

"I need you," Kuai Liang confirms, closing the distance and placing his lips on yours. The kiss was warm, passionate. Every ounce of his love was shown. Then, he pressed his body against yours, the friction, unanticipated but welcomed. He moaned, his kiss now full of lust. You lost yourself in his kiss, mindlessly finding his bun and pulling at the hairtie that held it.

Ever so gently, Kuai Liang pushed you back to the bed, his lips never once leaving yours. His left hand held you by the small of your back, his right hand traveling down your body to your waist. He leaned you down to the bed, following suit. His kiss slowly became more hungry, yearning to have you all. He was almost afraid to break the kiss, as if he'd lose you. Yet, he had began to lose his breath, and so he pulled away with a whimper.

"Oh... Please," Kuai Liang looked down on you, his eyes tracing every detail of your clothed body. His hair fell in his face, red and pleading. He almost seemed out of breath. It was clear, though. He was looking for consent.

You spread your legs a little, raising your hands to him, inviting him in. "All yours," You whisper, your words strictly for him.

With that, Kuai Liang wasted no time. He leaned over you, placing his hands on your hips. His thumbs rubbed against the hem of your pants, his eyes trailing down your body once more, snapping right back up to meet yours. You nodded softly, and he responded by pulling your pants off. Almost too quickly. Unlike him, you weren't afraid to show him just how much you craved him. The excitement rising in your boxers was more than enough of a sign. Kuai Liang let out a soft 'mh', acknowledging you and leaning back once more. He couldn't wait any longer.

Foreplay was thrown out the door, Kuai advanced, shuffling out of his own pants, quickly leaning back in. The loss of contact was too much for him, he needed you present every second. Skin-on-skin contact was a must, to know you're right there, in his hands, he can't bare the thought of being away from you. He let out a soft groan as his hips met yours, burying his face in your neck once more. His teeth glided over the crook of your neck, yet didn't bite. He was almost waiting for something. His hands, however, freely roamed your body. He ran them under your shirt, slowly tracing your waist, to your ribs, and finally resting on your chest. You raised your hands and allowed him to take your shirt off. He did so with such eagerness, it was almost cute, if the implications were so lewd. This was all Kuai Liang needed, he thought.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. Kuai Liang groaned, as your hands found his hair once more. Slightly fluffing his hair, getting rid of the waves and texture his bun had left. He seemed to appreciate your touch, finally biting down on your neck softly. As your breath hitched, you could feel a sly smirk form on his lips. His right hand traveled back down to your waist, running his finger underneath the band of your boxers, but not quite pulling it. He trailed soft, small kisses up your neck, to your jawline, before placing his forehead against yours. For a second, he gave you a soft look, appreciative and full of his love for you. He leaned in once more, taking your lips with his. This time, the kiss was much more heated, pressing against you. You moaned into the kiss, and in response, Kuai Liang let a myriad of quiet, sensual noises. To simply feel you was one of his greatest pleasures in life, knowing you're coming apart at the seams because of a kiss was invigorating.

Kuai Liang felt your body temperature rise against him, and finally decided to free you and himself from those pesky boxers. Breaking away from your lips, he leaned back slightly and slid your boxers off, the full extent of your excitement emerging. He took a minute to admire it, before finally taking his own boxers off with haste. For a moment, you marveled at his length. Flush, erect, and almost begging like he had. Kuai towered over you, his eyes half lidded, his hair framing his face. He placed his hands at your waist once more, pushing you further onto the bed. He followed once more, straddling you now.

For a second, you two stayed like this. Kuai hovered over you, an almost sinister look in his eye. While your hands traveled to his wrists, slightly stroking the veins. He relished in your touch, humming softly as he finally reached down to your thighs. He hooked one hand underneath your left knee, lifting it up above his waist. His right hand found your face once more, leaning in and positioning himself over you. You could feel Kuai's warmth, just how close he was to you. Teasing you. A small smile placed on his lips.

Kuai's dick rubbed against your thigh once more, as he bit his lip. Now, he was truly holding back. He wanted to savor this moment, enjoy your body, yet his desires raved, screamed at him. The need to feel you, to take you. Remind you who you belong to. He moaned at the thought, his hand trailing from your face, to your neck. His hand held the back of your neck, while his thumb traced over the definition of your neck. Your breath caught in your throat as he did this, somehow his touch was elevated. Perhaps it was the environment, and just the full knowledge of his yearning.

Something primal rose in Kuai, as he slowly leaned back in, his lips grazed yours, yet didn't kiss yours. His breath hot, slightly ragged. So close to you, so close to his release, he squeezed your thigh gently. How lewd these acts were, sinful, and horribly dishonorable. And yet, he felt as if he was doing your body a favor. To dream of you, almost in this exact position, at his mercy. It drove him mad.

"...Ready?" Kuai Liang spoke, a slight growl in the back of his throat. He had positioned him perfectly against your hole, the feeling making you tense only slightly. So close, yet so far. All he needed was a simple word.

So, you gave it to him. You gave him the permission, to finally enjoy you as he so pleased. "Yes," You nodded slightly, searching for a part of his body to hold onto.

A slight stinging, mixed with euphoria took hold of your body as he entered, a drawn out moan escaping your lips. Above you, he sighed, his body relaxing at your warmth. Your hands found themselves holding Kuai by his head, one placed on his neck and the others fingers tangled up within his hair. He stayed still for a second, letting you adjust to him. He looked into your eyes, searching for a sign of comfort, as you leaned into him. Only then, did he begin his thrusts. Slow, soft. He was going to take his time with you, he promised himself.

"You... feel so good, my beloved," Kuai's tone was soft and lazy, almost breathless. As close as he was to you, he still withheld his lips from you. He felt as if he took your lips now, he wouldn't be able to enjoy the release he had so desperate desired. He wouldn't be able to hold himself back from you. He was met with sweet moans, rolling your head back in the sheets as filled you. Yet, you kept your eyes on him, watching his every movement.

Kuai squeezed your thigh a little harder, leaning his head down and placing a kiss on your bottom lip, and trailing small kisses down your face, and your neck, until he found your collar bone. How lovely it felt, his touch mixed in with just how full he made you. Even if he had chosen a more sensual pace, all of these factors brought you immense pleasure.

Amongst your moans and Kuai Liang's ministrations, he whispered small praises, 'good boy', 'all mine', 'you're doing so.. good', and more. He left a trail of hickies up your collarbone, reveling in each mark. He took a moment to enjoy the look of his bites and love painted on your collarbone, before looking back up at you, with such needy eyes. As if he had not already got what he sought you out for.

"Ah," Kuai moaned, watching you as you bit your lip, muffling your own moans. Keeping something so precious from him. "No, Wait..." He reached his hand up to your face, tilting your head to face him by your chin as he brought his face back up to yours. "Let me hear it... all." Kuai left a soft kiss on your bottom lip once more, only slightly picking up his pace. You arched your back, pushing your stomach up against his. Yet, you were still quiet, too quiet for him.

Kuai lets you get away with this, only for a few seconds. Against your lips, you catch a smirk once more. You can't hide what he yearns for, you can't keep your voice from him. He pulls back, and while you try to find him again, seek out the pleasure you desire, he pushes himself back into you, reaching deeper. You can't help but let out a lengthy moan, your hand squeezing at his neck, almost pulling him back.

"Yes, just like that..." Kuai growled, his tone slightly dark. Yet, he was proud. That taught you to let the pleasure be known, not to keep anything from him. For this, he rewarded you with a kiss. Melting into your lips once more, biting at your bottom lip. He took in every sweet noise you made, reaching deeper into you. Achieving the pleasure his body so desperately craved. Only now, did he properly increase the pace. Still soft, yet moderate. Almost rhythmic. He pulled his lips away from yours, a small dribble of spit connecting you, before breaking and landing on your chin. Oh, how beautiful you looked. Your face contorted with pleasure, consumed by just how good he made you feel.

After Kuai Liang had hit a particular sweet spot, your moans became more high pitched, his name escaping from your lips, slowly dissolving into soft whines and groans. He lowered his head once more to your neck, biting gently. He only kept hitting that spot, it was a mistake to let him know just how good he had made you feel. Feeling your pleasure vibrate against his mouth, it made him dizzy. Your hand, running through his hair, it made him melt. And your left hand trailed down his neck, down his back, digging your nails into his arms. How big they were, encompassing you as he continued with his thrusts.

A thought crossed your mind, only to be drowned out by the waves of ecstasy rolling down your spine. Below your chin, Kuai let out a soft growl, biting at your neck in all sorts of places, marking you. In reaction, you pulled at his hair. "Mhhh," He whimpered, his pace stammering. He reared his head back, his breath hitching, his focus broken. He gave you the sweetest, softest eyes you had seen from him, almost as if he asked for more. Yet, before you could oblige, his pace quickened. He raised his body off of you, leaving your neck peacefully unattended. He was harder, rougher with you. Warning you not to do it again, his body betrayed his eyes. "Oh, please..." Kuai groaned, letting go of your thigh and running his left hand up to your waist, digging his fingers into it. "You can't do that to me, my dar- my darling." His words sweet, yet he held you with such conviction now. This was your punishment, how dare you treat him so roughly. He responded with roughness tenfold.

You arched your back, your hands both falling to his forearms. You tried to apologize, to beg. Yet, nothing but acknowledgement of your pleasure and his name slipped out. Digging your nails once more into his skin, practically begging for more. His punishment well-received. "More," You finally whined, wrapping your legs around his waist once more, keeping him as close as possible. He grunted in response, denying your request. If you had loved his warning so much, why would he give you more? You'd have to learn your lesson, somehow. So, Kuai kept his pace even. Rough, yet he slowed down. You whimpered underneath him, pushing yourself closer, to take everything of his. Begging for more. Yet, he refused to give you what you craved.

Yet, you could feel Kuai twitch inside you. It was clear he was nearing his climax, and in turn, pressure built in the small of your back. You shivered slightly, the feeling of freedom, beauty, desperation ran through your veins. You felt your own body temperature rise, your moans became more breathy. And through all of this, Kuai's name spilled out of your lips. Somehow, no other sounds could form. You dragged your nails down to his wrists, gripping him. Your pleas became more desperate, and Kuai took notice of just how your body reacted. As much as he wanted to be unfair, he couldn't leave you like this. So in his moment of weakness, he obliged. His thrusts got faster, hitting your sweet spot every. single. time. The tightness swelled within in you each hit. Kuai leaned back into you, pressing his lips against yours with such a force, such hunger. He could not betray his lust for you any longer.

You pushed yourself against Kuai, as close as possible. Your right hand found his hand, desperately intertwining his fingers with yours. A gesture he welcomed. He didn't allow you to speak, finally taking hold of your lips and exploring your mouth with his tongue. You couldn't find words, restricted to only moans, sounds of appreciation, groans, and whines. Kuai reveled in this, his free hand wrapping around to the small of your back and pushing it up against his stomach.

"My love- ah, mhn," Kuai's voice husky, breaking away from your lips and leaning his forehead against yours. "Look at me." He demanded, his eyes watching your every movement. How you fell apart because of him, your thoughts torn at the line between distinction and definition. Just how beautiful you looked. Oh, beg for me, he thought, beg and don't stop until you loose your voice.

Beneath Kuai Liang, you trembled, it was unbearable. No longer could your hold your composure, the pressure releasing. You came, letting out a low, animalistic growl. Your body rushed with euphoria, rolling your head back, disobeying Kuai's demand. Although, it seemed, he didn't mind. Soon after, he had came inside you, riding out his high, and fucking his cum back into you. He couldn't leave, no. Not now. He squeezed your hand, moaning straight into your neck. His breath heavy, hoarse.

Kuai slowed down after, taking a moment to revel in how your body yearned for his, before pulling out. Yet, he still held your hand, his other hand find your face once more, holding it so gently. "I love you," His voice was steady, gentle, and full of honesty. "So much."

You let his words hang in the air, comfortable, intimate. Meeting his eyes, you breathed softly, coming down from your high. "I love you, too." You responded, and with that, he pulled away finally. Yet, he still kept his fingers intertwined with yours.

"Alright, let me take care of you," Kuai spoke gently, now. All traces of sexuality and lust gone. He leaned back in, only to pick you up. He smiles down at you, his warm brown eyes almost like an autumn day. How interesting it was, that he could switch so quickly. Or maybe, it was because he held this same love for you always, even when he took part in such a raw act.

Kuai carried you off to the washroom, placing you on the counter as he ran a warm bath. While he waited, he played with your hair, admiring all the marks and bites he had left on your neck. You trace the claw marks on his arms, enjoying the comfortable silence. Only for it to be broken by two words, Kuai's voice dominant, yet sweet. Two words, that meant the world to him.

"All mine."

[bedforddanes75]

hold on im having ideas

matty in his lap, arms resting on his shoulders, knees bent beneath him, looking down at him.

he's telling george about something he likes, he thinks, but he really can't understand a word being said, focussed only on the way matty's eyes are big and brown and beautiful and staring directly into george's own, almost forcing him to look away, unable to hold it. he's so beautiful, hands occasionally meeting behind george's head, usually running through his hair just after doing so, pulling it straight just to see how long it's gotten.

each time he moves, george feels his stomach fizz, and his brain empty even more. he can't form a single thought. it's like matty's using up all his...brain power...for his own ranting, speaking of something to do with his records, maybe explaining how they work, maybe explaining where he got them from, maybe not even talking about records anymore, moving onto something better, but george isn't bothered either way.

he'd, usually, stop speaking after a while, then ask george if he wanted to say anything, because he would quite happily let matty talk his ear off all night if it meant he got to look at him, even if he had a speech planned, too. george wouldn't dare interrupt him, sometimes (like now) couldn't find the words to even do so. either way, he doesn't stop talking for a lot longer than he'd normally let himself.

but, when he does stop, it's because george has gone wide eyed, glossy, too, and he doesn't know why.

"are you...alright?" he asks, raising a concerned eyebrow.

george tries to stutter over a response, something like "yeah, no, yeah, i'm...fine," being the result. matty's brow sinks further.

"are you sure? you look like a fish."

that snaps him out of it a little. a fish? "excuse me?"

matty laughs, realising what he sounds like, "i meant you look like a goldfish, opening and closing your mouth like that." he looks almost endeared.

well, george can't really argue, because if he thinks about it, he probably does look like that.

matty seems to take that as a way to tell him to keep going, and so he does, and george only gets the first few sentences before he's blinded by how gorgeous he is again.

he's trying so hard not to stare at his lips, but it's so difficult, especially when they're red with the cold and from matty biting them, and he just can't help himself, letting his eyes flicker down every few seconds. if matty notices, he doesn't mention it.

it's only when matty shifts his hips a little, and george has to hide the weird, moan-like noise he makes behind a terribly faked cough, that matty notices his...state.

really, he's only shocked he didn't realise sooner.

"well, what's this then?" matty asks, smirking.

george whines, embarrassed, and covers his face with his hands, knowing that he's already blushing.

"i haven't even been doing anything! i've just been talking about my things!"

he gives matty a look. "you're sat in my lap! and you're...pretty." no matter how many times george tells him that, it never gets any less embarrassing.

he's hard, definitely, but he's refused himself the freedom to look and see how hard since he noticed the warm in his belly earlier, and now he's a little afraid to see what matty sees. he could feel it happening, knew exactly when he got too far gone to come back without matty's help, but it was just so nice to let it happen, felt too good to stop it.

matty leans down, presses a kiss to the arch of his nose.

"you're pretty, not me," he breathes, kissing again, and george squirms.

he doesn't like being watched, not really, but when it's matty, it's just so nice. when it's him, he feels more appreciated than observed, like he's seen, not just viewed, yet, still, he squirms as though there's a crowd all the same.

"well, do you want me to do something about this?" matty asks, and george nods. he feels like he's being held hostage, but safe, secure, everything nice but with the odd fear of having no release. matty always lets him, so he's not sure why he's always so afraid, but, now's not the time, because matty's shuffling forwards, and pressing somewhere that feels heavenly.

he threads his fingers into george's hair again, and does just what he was doing before, squeezes the strands between his fingers and pulls them up, looking at them like they're made from gold, and putting on the act of 'ignoring george'. he pretends to be so interested in the feel of his hair that he doesn't notice when george's hips come up to meet his own, and acts like he doesn't hear the quiet, breathy sound he gets when he tugs just that little bit harder.

but then, he gives in, looks back at george and kisses him.

george makes a noise into his mouth, puts his hand up to matty's waist as if to hold him still there.

it's not long before matty's equally as hard as george, and starting to want to grind down onto him for his own pleasure, too. and he does, he rolls his hips forward and holds himself up on his arms with george's shoulders, and george lets him.

matty doesn't let his face come too far away from george's as he moves, making sure he can kiss whenever he likes, however hard he wants, and george doesn't argue. he likes when matty kisses him, especially when he's gentle, and he's being very gentle now, treating george like he's a ceramic figure that would break if matty put too much pressure on him.

and it's like matty's in his head, because when he pulls back to catch his breath, he's smiling so softly that george can almost feel it, and then he asks, "what do you want me to do, honey?"

george tries to tell him, but the words don't come out right, partly because of how matty's still moving down on him, pressing himself into george and watching with glee as his eyes roll back a little, doing whatever he can to make it happen again.

he does manage eventually, somehow gets the message across that all he wants is this, what's happening right now, as long as matty does it harder, and he gets exactly what he wants the second matty knows what it is.

he still moves like george might crack, but at the same time, with even more strength than before, squeezing george's thighs between his own and relishing in the response.

for whatever reason, george loves the feeling of being touched through his clothes, and, angel that he is, matty lets him love it. he often does it to him just because he likes to watch, loving how quiet he gets. as much as he likes it, though, he's always slightly afraid of it, because george just...stops being able to speak most of the time, overwhelmed to the point of being forced to stay quiet or he might explode, but he checks in, and all his worries disappear, because george gives him looks that no words could equate to, begging.

but, that's those times, and this is this time, and george is still speaking this time. he's breathing the word 'please' into matty's neck, over and over and over, intermittently matty's name, too, and matty thinks it's the most wonderful thing ever.

matty gives him what he needs, kisses his face, the space below his ear, his neck, and george tilts his head to give him a better angle to work from each time he adjusts. matty would kiss him until the sun burned out if he could. he'd break the laws of physics if it meant he could be inside george fully, take up as much space as something that isn't even possible just so he could love him harder.

he settles on kissing, tasting the sweat building and kissing just to kiss, gentle pecks on his collarbones, shirt pulled down so he can get to the hot skin, charm on his chain necklace thrown behind so he can reach anywhere he pleases.

george doesn't even feel like a person anymore, he feels like an entity, a floating, glowing ball of light, with matty being the only thing tethering him to this earth. he's light and he's dark and he's warm and he's cold and he's so, so close.

"matty. matty, please."

the only indication matty gives that he's heard george is a nod, a slightly harder kiss to his neck, and then a roll of his hips that feels like it's done only to make george fall apart. if that was the intention, it's working.

"matty, i'm, oh my g–i'm close. i'm so close." he feels like he might cry, so weak, feeling so good that it's almost unbearable. he's starting to shake.

matty nods. "i know, honey, i know. you can come whenever you want, go on." he's so quiet, words all spaced out between kisses, that george can only just hear him.

he lets himself grind back up, friction from his jeans letting the heat in his stomach turn into some fire, burning through. he's so wrapped up in how beautiful matty is that he doesn't even fully realise when he's about to come, not until the last second, and as he does, he makes a weird noise, sounding like he's wrong and needs to fix something impossible to change, and then he comes.

he comes hard, just into his underwear, and matty talks him through it. he tells him he's gorgeous, tells him he's doing well, and it only serves to make george feel like he's died and gone to heaven. he feels so good that it's almost sickening, like eating too much of something sweet and feeling unwell, and he's so blinded by it that he forgets to pay attention to matty. but, regardless, matty keeps talking, cupping his face in his hands and pressing strong kisses all over his cheeks like he's trying to ground him.

he'd do the same back if he could, but just as he's starting to come down, matty comes, too, and he doesn't even get the chance to try, because he's rolling his hips into george's and collapsing down onto him, and it makes george feel slightly bad, because he didn't even think about matty being tired from holding himself up, only himself.

but then matty's wrapping his arm behind george's neck and letting him bury his face into the dark curls there, and it's all fine again. he can't care because he's completely coated in matty. he's swimming in a bath of matty. the air smells like him and he's with him and matty's there and it's all fine again. it's fine.

idk i dont wanna write anymore. make do with this. i didnt read over it and i think if i try ill just kill myself

[gentlylily11]

"Ummm..."

The fairy play with the tips of hair of the fae in his lap while humming and feeding him some lemon cookies

The fae open one off his eyes to see the fairy looking at him with adoration and something else in her face

His cheeks couldn't evoid to get slightly red, many had look at him in a similar way, but never with this intensity

"I see that I have you under my spell kufu" said the fae with a cheeky smile

They fairy blush deeply but giggle in return and start to caress behind his ear massaging

Lilia quickly turn his his head away with a deeper blush in his face and sigh of pleasure

"Don't do that" said Lilia slightly annoyed "you know its intimate for me"

"Yes I know that's why it is perfect for me" she keeping her collected manner

The fae quickly sit looking at the fairy, but it was difficult to know what was she thinkg when her eyes were always close

The only give away was the huge blush adorning her face

"What are you thinking?" ask Lilia cautious of the fairy

It was not that he thought she could do something to him, he knew her by her gentleness

And still something inside him was making wary of her, his heart pounded fast and his breathing was getting slightly harder

"Whats wrong Lilia?" she said as she crawl to him and the fae only back away clearly nervous

"I-It's nothing" Lilia cought "Whats wrong with you? you are all red and acting weirder than usual, is it that you love me? Kufu"

The fairy seem taken a back for a moment and the blush in her face intensified but then she started to giggle like a child full of excitement

"Yes"

She open her eyes reveling and empty void with the shine of a rainbow

Despite the lack of light he could see himself reflected in those empty looking eyes

"This is what you cause in me" she said and took Lilia's hand with her shaking ones carefully and then put in her chest

Lilia could feel her heart beating just as fast as his was in this moment

"Don't you like it?"

Even tho there was still some distance between them Lilia swore to feel as if those words were whisper in his ear

And remain sit there, frozen place before explode in to laughter

"Oh for the sevens this is too good to be true hahaha"

The fairy's eyes dim for a moment and her treambeling grasp on fae's hand weakened slightly before

She got closer to him giving mostly no space between them

"Lilia I won't tolerate this again, I want an aswer" she said with a more serious face "If you said yes then is more than perfect but if you said no, then i'll back away"

The sudden uncharacteristic seriousness of the fairy surprised the fae even more

He composed himself and smile while stroking the fairy's cheek

"Kufu im sorry if It seem I was laughing of you, it's not that...you took by surprise. Its just look at you"

He said looking directly at her now more relaxed face while she lean on his touch

"Back then you were so shy and fearful, you bearly look at me or said a peep"

he massage her cheek in circle with his tumb playful in the red fairy's face

"But Im sorry sweet fairy, I can't accepted you...im a dying fae, I can't let you life the rest of your life regretting loving a-"

The fae was silent by a kiss of the fairy who held him tightly against her, afraid to let him go and let him dissappear again

"I already lifed my whole life regretting loving you and I'll keep regretting it if I cant have you even If its in your last moments, If you love me too as i can feel it then let me have you" said the fairy letting some of her possesive actitud shine

Lilia keep quiet a blush adorning his face looking at the night sky while the fairy hid under his neck probably feeling his rapid pulse

"It would be beautiful to die heartbroken by you..." she murmur and Lilia smile hugging the fairy

[writemywaytoyourheart]

I need to write this out because I am a MESS right now :’-)

Chip, you’ve got to be one of the MOST underrated authors here because I binged “Aim for the Heart” in three days and I have never cried so much over a literal fanfic before 😭😭 it’s just so beautifully crafted and no words can describe the story between MC and Jungkook being two sides of the same coin trying to heal their broken selves from their past and falling in love with each other. THE SYMBOLISM TOO I CANNOT— the flowers, the shoe laces, colour symbolism, drawings— it just ALL came back and nothing was ever put in the story as filler IM SOBBING 💕

The way they both came into each others lives and so deeply and fundamentally changed each other- MC showing Jungkook that it’s okay to love and be weak and that it’s not something to be ashamed of; she gave him a sense of purpose other than solely killing to support his mother. She let him see the good the world is capable of 🥲🥲

On the other side, Jungkook helped her see how beautiful she was this whole time, (the metaphor with the Japanese bowls!!!) and that she’s more than her past (which could also be said for him too I’m still crying 😭) + there is beauty in things that are broken and the way he just loves her is so AUGHHHH 🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️ if that’s isn’t true love then idk what is because I don’t ever want anything other than that

There are also so many parallels between Jungkook and Taehyung and Mina and MC. The situation being that one of them pressured the other to do something they didn’t want to do. I’m MC’s case, she wanted to leave the dirty business behind but ended up hurt and dragged into it against her will. In Jungkook’s situation, it’s flipped, where Taehyung wanted to protect him and instead, became a vicious killer, allowing himself into that role by his decision alone.

As for Mina, lemme just say this 💀

There’s honestly so much more I can say about just how amazing this story is 😭 at first I found it hard to get behind MC’s overall demeanour because she made me cringe a big ngl, but I ended up really loving her and how she is meant to represent a sense of childhood innocence because she allows herself to be comfortable as she is, this expressed through her fashion, room decor, eating habits + love for sweets, and Barbie movies— something which Jungkook struggles with within himself and his mental and physical scars (like when he hates the feeling of water running down his back due to his childhood abuse).

Btw I always wondered at the end whether MC could have just looked back in her photo gallery to see the selfie she took with Jungkook when she had lost her memories tho? Lol 😩

Thank you for bringing this into the world 🥲😌😭 I need to find a happy fic to read now because I’m still SHAKEN.

It took me longer than I wanted it to to answer this ask 😔

Tbh, I feel so comfortable writing for characters and getting certain messages across to readers through their words, but when it comes to me writing stuff that comes directly from me, I always feel lacking.

I never feel satisfied with how I've answered an ask whether it be a response to a small heartfelt greeting from a nonnie or long meaningful paragraphs.

I'm always afraid that someone is going to feel like I didn't answer them with as much love and gratefulness as I'm trying so hard to fill it with, that I'm not genuine. Even when I had so few followers and a single ask every once in a blue moon, I was so so so so excited and grateful every time and I'd read it over and over again before getting the courage to answer it. It still happens to this day lol.

I hope you know how much this ask means to me. Again, it took me far longer than I thought to answer it, but I just couldn't come up with the words to show how much it truly means to me. I still can't.

AFTH has such a special place in my heart, and when people love it, it feels like my heart explodes into a million pieces in the best way possible.

There have been so many many nights and days where I had panic attacks because I realized how I could've made it better with a simple word change, how people will think I dragged it on just to mess with people, how people would think it's cringe or a waste of their time to read. How someone might like it in the beginning and then decide they couldn't care less about the characters and leave. That hurts the most in a way.

I love my characters so so much, it's so comforting to see you love them all even if it took time to warm up to some 💝 but you're right Mina can go take a long walk.

I still feel like it's lacking in so many ways I wish I could go back in time and fix.

But it's asks like this that calm my heart more than anything else can. Even with my thousands of mistakes and regrets, the fact that you could love it so much... It hurts in a good way.

As much as I hate to admit it, I know that it's very connected with how I feel about myself. The fear of failure is so strong whenever I post.

I didn't know for so long why I was so afraid, but i finally admitted it to myself. I trust y'all enough to put a part of my diary here T-T

There are so many authors, hundreds of millions of trillions of books in this world. Why would someone pick up mine? How would it even get seen even if it turned out perfect?

I feel like being an author is like being an artist. Either you make it, or you don't. And a lot of it has nothing to do with skill and everything to do with luck. And yet I doubt I have either of those.

I'm scared to put myself out there, because I'm scared of the confirmation that no one wants me.

This ask though. It helped to push those thoughts back onto the back burner. You understood so much of what I was trying so hard to convey in that story. And it touched you. And that's what I wanted so desperately.

Thank you so much for loving aim for the heart, for even giving it a chance at first. I know it's long. Btw you binged over 1200 pages in three days. That's a big ass book lol so you are impressive I must say 😭 yall are truly a different breed. I finally found my people 😂 the fact that you GOT so many of my little details in there is so AGHHH

Anyway, enough of my blubbering. Again I'm not even satisfied with this. But oh well. As long as you know how much this meant to me and how many times I read this over and over again bc it was such a beautiful and comforting ask.

I hope I can continue to give you works that make you feel like this 💕💕💕

ILY 💖

-chip

p.s. you are right, I'll have to go back and see but I don't think I put in there why she didn't see the pictures, I had intended to but forgot lol, nice catch 😉 let's just say she has a different phone 🤪

[selamat-linting]

almost forgot to write the dream i have last night. it was pretty horrifying. a neighbor's kid have been playing with this small child. they looked serene and artistically beautiful, like a statue/doll. it unnerves me but since the kid doesnt cry or complain, i begrudgingly accept the request to be their temporary nanny. the child had a glow on their body while i see them play, and i suspected that its not human. it is angel. they talked to me and proved me right. i wonder what kind of business an angel is doing out here, pretending to be a child that now i realize has a strange air to them. they have no family, they have no home, yet ppl accept them with no question. they say they'll explain later.

but the next day, they seem to have disappeared. i look everywhere but no one seems to have seen them. and ofc, this disappearance doesnt raise anyone's eyebrows. i went home, my parents and brother was asleep. and then i see. dozens and dozens of people passing by. they all talked to themselves and it was very loud. yet no one seems to notice. it fills me with dread and when i tried to ask whats going on, somebody stopped me. this man says he knows of the angel. he said i was unfortunate, since me knowing the angel has forced to get roped into their mess despite being an ordinary human.

my mom starts to stir, and the guy easily lulled her back to bed as if she was hypnotized. he said i should be quite, try not to make the "creatures" notice im among them. there is a massive trouble in the heavens, and while he doesnt directly said whatever passing on my house is some sort of demons, the ambiguity and the way he swiftly sends my mom to sleep and his own panicked body language made me afraid. my brother was waking up too and i practically jumped to made him doze off again.

Then he told me, "this is how you fight them." then. he asked me if know how to pray, if im still a muslim. I nodded yes, and he gave me a knife and told me to pray as hard as I can to wake myself up. He said I shouldn't be there, but if I can't snap out of my dream, he handed me a knife to use while we run through the crowd. I woke myself up and I spent 20 minutes trying not to fall asleep.

[mxellaneousfandoms]

Sting: How’s the prettiest boy in the world doing today?

Rogue: (without looking up and completely earnestly) I don’t know Sting, how are you?

Sting: (chokes up) I'm fine...

Rogue: Do you ever see us as being....more than friends.

Sting: YES IM SO GLAD YOU ASKED sometimes I imagine us as dragons hold on lemme find the picture i drew

Person A: I know all the 32 states in the US

Person B: There's 50 states in the US

Person A: ... Frick..

Me: Finds well-written, decent length fanfiction centring around my extremely rare and beautiful OTP that I can't find anything for.

Fanfiction: Also contains that one ship that I can't bring myself to not hate even though I try.

Person a: have you ever just wanted to die but then realized that you’re already dead inside and that’s the closest to dead you’ll ever get because SOMEbody *looks at person b* won’t let you die.

Person b: we’ve talked about this-

Wendy Blendy is freaking hilarious.

Me: pfft, soul mates aren't real.

Me: *sees my otp* look at those fricking soul mates.

Sting: You're cute.

Rogue: I am an atrocity to God, but thank you.

I got 99 OTPs and a canon ain't one.

you: sting eucliffe.

me, an intellectual: rogue cheney's boyfriend.

Bisca (trying to curse):  Dangnabbit, those rootin tootin hillbillies—why are y’all crying?

Erza: everyones undefeated until they arent

Natsu: oh man, thats so true

Lucy: wow the first kiss from a girl whos not my mom! does that mean im married now? i cant handle that type of commitment!

Natsu: less beans for them if you know what I mean.

Gray: natsu, theyre lesbians, not less beans.

Natsu: they forgot to give me my fries!

Gray: you sure you ordered them?

Natsu: its all i ordered.

Natsu: he lives on seseme street, dumbass.

Lucy: WE WERENT EVEN TALKING ABOUT ELMO!

Natsu: but you thought of him, didnt you?

Cana: the l in lgbt stands for lonely.

Wendy: i thought it stood for lesbian?

Lucy: *sighs* cana's right, it does stand for lonely.

Gajeel: This is your captain speaking.

Gajeel: AND THIS IS YOUR CAPTAIN SHOUTING!

Cana: I’m too young to die and too old to eat off the kids menu. What a stupid age I am!

Natsu: sol do re… soda rey.. Lana Del Ray’s disgraced brother.

Lucy: how high are you right now?

Natsu: 5'11

Villian: *knocks out Sting*

Rouge: that was my emotional support dumbass!

Natsu: You might think that old people are boring, but their chairs are pretty rockin’!

Someone in the guild: what do you got there?

baby natsu: a knife!

Everyone: NO!!

Natsu: my head hurts!

Gray: that's because its trying to comprehend its own stupidity.

Gray: you wanna talk about your feelings, lyon?

Lyon: no

Jellal: i do.

Gray: we know you do

Jellal: I'm sad.

Gajeel: would i rather be feared or loved? Easy, both i want people to be afraid of how much they love me.

Levy: thats the last time i let you watch the office.

Wendy “I don’t know. I know you told me. But I have had a very long day. I am very small. And I have no money. So you can imagine the kind of stress that I am under.” Marvell

Natsu: the stars are beautiful tonight

Lucy: yeah they are.

Natsu: wanna know what's also beautiful?

Lucy: huh?

Natsu: Gray.

Natsu: dont tell your mother.

Gray: kiss one another.

Natsu now yelling: DIE FOR EACH OTHER!!

Lucy: Do I look straight?

Erza: Not in the slightest.

Lucy: No, I mean my parking job.

Erza: Oh, in that case then yes it's fine.

Lucy: What a beautiful day.

*Erza walks by*

Lucy: What a beautiful gay.

Gray, watching Nastu wreck the guild: Fricking mood.

Literally anything:

Natsu: “I’m gonna burn it”

Laxus, flirting: Is it just me or is it getting hot in here?

Freed: Babe, I’m reading Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, what do you want?

Therapist: so how do you cope with your anxiety and depression?

Me: I don’t

Therapist: what?

Me: I watch anime and cartoons instead of faceing my actual problems

Loke: On a scale of one to ten, you’re a nine, because I’m the one you need.

Cana: I’m a ten.

Loke: No, it’s a pickup li–

Cana: I. Am. A. TEN.

Rogue: Wasn’t the world supposed to end in X792??? That was a good plan who fucked that up

Minerva: some anime protagonist with the power of friendship probably.

Makarov, looking at Fairy Tail’s powerful women: We all know badassery is carried on the XX chromosome.

Lucy: Welcome to our youtube video where we will be trying different hair spray products

Natsu: *Picks up a bottle and sprays it directly into his mouth*

Natsu: Well I can tell you right off the bat, this one isn't very good.

Lucy: Going overboard is basically 75% of Natsu's personality.

Lucy: He's a gorgeous hot mess.

Natsu: EVERYTHING IS EDIBLE IF YOU JUST PUT YOUR MIND TO IT! 

Gray: I've always believed you were stupid Natsu, but not that stupid.

Natsu: No, I really am that stupid and if you don't believe me, watch.

Mavis: So what did you learn today, kids?

Young Natsu: Italy doesn’t exist though it takes hostages.

Young Levy: The Holy See runs the Vatican but the Pope runs the Holy See which also means he Pope runs the Holy See which runs the Vatican.

Young Gray: Jesus would be disappointed.

Hibiki: *gets rejected again*

Hibiki, sniffling: Wait.

Hibiki: I’ll use my trusty frying pan-

Hibiki: -as a crying pan!

Everyone: *groans*

Natsu: Don’t panic! I’m in charge!

Happy: That’s why we’re panicking!