#anyways. brat summer. etc

[borosaidd]

PEOPLE SAY WERE ALIKE

THEY SAY WE'VE GOT THE SAME HAIR

GIRL, ITS SO CONFUSING SOMETIMES TO BE A GIRL

for @maedhrosmaglorweek which i missed last year and wanted to do this year but i couldnt figure out which prompt/s i wanted to do and then i ran out of time so just drew any old picture of my favourite girlfriends who are brothers. brothers who are girlfriends. reference used here x

[chaesparklez]

"such a tease. i might have to punish you for this, baby."

hanbin talks with a smile but his eyes are dark and sparkling with mischief. you feel a throb between your legs as your gaze travels from his eyes to his lips, then back again. your lips parted and eyes slanted in desire. you bite your lip and laugh.

"show me instead of talking."

missed me? hey guys. it’s been wayyy too long. life got hectic as hell last year and writing took a total backseat. but i’ve missed this blog so much. i always smile when i come back every once in a while and see your guys’ likes, comments, etc. you all rock.

anyway!! what is this paragraph above, you may ask? well i’m pleased to tell you more writing is on the way. this one shot may be one of my favourites i’ve written so far. incorporating the english summer, fruit symbolising the body, and bf!hanbin being a total brat tamer-

*clears throat* just know it’ll be good. and i will try my best to publish more!! i love writing these lil nsfw stories but this year i wanna branch out more into fluff and melodramatic romance, especially since y’all gave ‘under a golden sunset’ so much love. stay tuned! and happy new year <3

[green-socks]

hello penclone thing??? 👀👀👀

ahh, the penclone thing. honestly perhaps my secret favorite of all these wips, i'm so happy i get to talk about it haha!

so, first of all, i'm a big fan of penclone as a ship in general, and i am also a big fan of penny and beau having known each other for all their lives thanks to both of them being navy brats. this is me combining those two things! one might even say childhood lovers to lovers, or something. it happens as follows:

penny and beau meet at Navy Things their dads drag them to and become friends as small kids. later on, when they're in high school, they live close to each other for a while and they start dating for a summer. almost lose virginities to each other but stuff happens and beau lives with the regret for the next couple of decades, poor man lmao. anyway, once they're both off at different colleges, they don't meet again until much later, and then follows years and years of either one or both of them being married etc, so basically they're never both single at the same time untilllll post-tgm. beau's divorce has gone through, penny has been single for a good while after amelia's dad fucked off, you know the drill. but now they're both finally single and in a good place to start something, and my man beau is desperate at this point to make it happen and make it happen for good. we get to watch him fumble his way through flirting with penny at the hard deck counter while fanboy narrates the whole thing like it's a nature documentary with a horrible david attenborough impression to boot. also, maverick gives advice which may or may not be helpful. also, there's a background mav/warlock. also, all of this basically moonlights as the entire life story of beau simpson because i can't get enough of that guy tbh. i should just push myself to finish this because i've enjoyed what i have so far a lot! they're very sweet.

thanks for the ask, friend!

wip title ask game

[iamnmbr3]

Okay you know what i just thought about and will probably talk about when i get there in my reread But:

Harry's first letter is delivered before his birthday, and Hagrid comes to get him on his birthday. In theory, firsties get their letter slightly before their birthdays, or maybe on their birthday and Harry's was just early bc the omniscient Dumbledore anticipated the Dursleys being horrible about it.

So why the hell did Draco do his shopping on Harry's birthday?

Draco's birthday is in June, so he must've gotten his letter around two months prior. The Malfoys don't work, and Draco is a brat, so why wouldn't they have gotten his wand etc sooner? If it was about putting it off until Draco was about to go to school (for Lucius' sanity), why go July 31 and not toward the end of August? Seems oddly specific and coincidental (definitely not for convenient plot reasons).

My theory: Draco Malfoy is acutely aware of Harry Potter's birthday and wanted to meet him shopping. Unfortunately, he just met this weird scraggly child instead. (Surely he'll meet Harry Potter on the train, though!)

Ahhh that's so cute!

I always headcanoned that they just did his shopping on a day that was convenient for his parents because they had other stuff to do in the area. Like in book 2 Lucius takes Draco to do school shopping when he's going to be in town anyway to talk to Borgin and Burkes about helping him sell some sketchy artifacts. And I'm sure Lucius and Narcissa let Draco play around a bit with their wands (or maybe even some other ones they had lying around the Manor) before he got his own. (I also 100% think that Draco used magic in the summer and his parents covered for him - since he was in a magical household the trace wouldn't have mattered).

But omg this is so adorable and could totally work too!

[beatsboy]

7.28.24 / day 35 of romanticizing my life until i love myself again

it’s almost 2am, i woke up about an hour ago from a 5 hour “nap” after going to a queer day market to support my friend selling their art, and it was really cute and i was honestly super social as i have not had that much social interaction lately (getting used to living alone and having to actively go out and seek social interaction has changed my capacity when i do have it so much, like crazy not feeling drained every time i leave the house because i’ve already been like 5 people’s father/therapist/cleaner/etc before getting to the place i’m going to be supportive/present for someone else) but god damn it was so f u c k i n g hot and tbh i’m very proud of myself for making it as long as i did i only made it thanks to the ice cream vender who put my ice pack necklace (shoutout to my mom who has these for menopause and told me about them) in her cooler so it could get cold again and the lemonade vender who gave me a giant cup of ice to hold against various parts of my body to stay cool af and i got to talk about the music video, and future music videos, the more we talk about this stuff, the more motivated i feel to work on music i want to get to the part where i get to be the thing i’ve been building mostly in my brain for so long

originally, we were going for summer release, and then everything got all fucked up with my roommate situation and moving but i think it was meant to happen this way; this project is better suited for the fall, regardless, and clearly brat has taken over this summer in terms of music, on all levels, especially in the hyperpop scene there are still brat parties going on in la, smaller artists are still reaping the benefits of this album (though not getting much credit, as per usual) love seeing the dare dj a petal supply remix of a brat song and getting all the credit, it’s fine we can continue letting cis white dudes get the credit for queer artists, it’s fine i was literally at a brat market today, where everyone had brat merchandise it’s hard for any other music to break through the brat noise in pop/hyperpop right now, not to mention, boypop is kind of fucking freaky, so i do think sept/oct release would be good for the theme

i rewatch the assembly of the first minute or so of footage and literally cannot believe that that is me these are the movements i practice in the shower, in the corner, in my room, when no one’s looking, movements, expressions, i rarely actually see and the thing is, when i do see, i often shrink from them when i tried to practice performing like this in front of a mirror, i always lost it, the authenticity of it, the commitment, giving fully into the performance, the character, the self that’s the only way, in my opinion, to perform, because any level of restraint pulls you back to reality, that i am just a human, an insecure boy, going through puberty for the second time in his life of 27 years, afraid that he hasn’t done enough in his short time on this earth and wishes he’d taken a life-altering journey to a faraway planet where pop music was the harbinger of liberation instead of a stint in rehab and a coke addiction

anyway, market was fun, although so so hot, and after not going out all weekend, especially after thinking i was going to go to the rave on friday night and not, i really needed some socialization, with friends, and new people, and really needed some real time spent out of my apartment i got a really cute trucker hat that says “gay son” that i’m obsessed with and a really beautiful zine made by a trans guy about his gender journey (originally to raise money for his top surgery, which he had evidently already had, as he was standing there, fearlessly, with his shirt off) i honestly didn’t want to spend another $10 (i literally still have to make my rent in the next 3 days but telling myself i got this) but i think i just feel this intense awe when i see other trans guys post op shirtless, so free in a way i cannot imagine being so, naturally, i was blinded and overcome with this feeling, so i paid the $10 for the zine, and of course i do not regret it at all another vender had a kitten cafe with two 2 week old kittens inside (pictured) because they were too young to be left alone and while i was worried about them and the heat, they were quite cute

after being at the market for over 4 hours, af and i came back to my place, where i made us greek wraps with ground turkey and homemade tzatziki and cucumbers after we walked to h mart to get fresh tortillas i showed them the latest version of “boypop” which is so close i can taste the final mix (and am a bit mad i didn’t work on it today, but it’s fine, i was exhausted) they noticed the automation, the changes i’ve been making, i feel like i’ve actually been moving forward in my work this past week instead of just hyperfixating and going in circles, which is a danger i face in the finishing phase it’s hard to let go of a project, to let it be done i still listen to “king” and think of different harmonies i could record now with my current voice and i can sing whatever i want live, but the recording is done, the mix is done, there are no more changes to be made

i think, in the same way that i love people for their potential, and not always for who they are right now, i see a song as it’s potential, which is why i can imagine so much more than what is actually in front of me, and translate that symphony in my head into the daw, and i also why it’s so hard to let go, to stop, to step away from the infinity of changes and evolutions each project could still face sometimes it feels like i could just work on something forever and as i learn new things it will keep getting better and better, but at some point, i just have to let go

when i was a kid, my dad told me that an artist’s first album is always the best because it’s the cumulation of only their best works at the time, but then they just have to keep creating and they slowly get worse and worse i don’t know why i let this stick with me, more insidious influence from my father on a career i hadn’t even chosen when i knew him, it was just some dumb musing from a middle-aged man making himself feel smart by making a comment about maroon fucking 5

his birthday was 2 weeks ago i wonder if it makes him sad, on his birthday, at the age of 66, knowing he’s grown to be the kind of man who would offer back his relationship to his child, who has grown to hate him more than he hates himself, at a price, who has grown to be a man who can put a price tag on anything, even his love and support knowing he is one of the only people left in this planet, soon including even TSA agents and the DMV, to call me that name to wonder if i will ever come back, if i will ever call, if i will ever reach out, if i will ever show up and say i’m sorry dad you were right all along i got off the path and i sold my body and i want to go back to my normal life with a check for $5000, crying, and return to his control (i won’t) he tells my brother that it’s on me, ball’s in my court, if i want to come back that’s all i have to do, say sorry and pay the fine my terms have always been more simple, which i have communicated let’s talk, with a therapist present you two (parents) schedule (since they have crazy schedules) and i will be flexible (even though i too have crazy schedule) “he said he’s willing” my mother claimed, but it never came to fruition, of course not i blocked his number at first, i had to he wouldn’t stop calling, threatening me, telling me i’d made my mother sick with my behavior (becoming financially independent after realizing i was being financially/emotionally abused) i responded to his emails for a while, but they got worse, so i stopped then, his dad died, and i unblocked him just to call and give my condolences i left him unblocked after that. he could have called any time he wanted, but he didn’t i would know if he’d even tried

i wonder if my dad, too, ever sat alone in his first solo apartment journaling about his thoughts and reflecting on the ways his actions impacted other people mostly i hope not, because i don’t want to know if he did good things before he went bad, i want his fate to feel impossible for me to come to i already know that he read the tao te ching and the four agreements, things i’ve read as a young adult, that have brought me peace, that have taught me ways to move through the world, that don’t make sense when i think of him, and it makes me uneasy i don’t want to envision him being a morally good person and suddenly turning it makes me fear that i could still face the turn, when i want to believe that i have avoided it, that i am not capable of becoming a man like That

but, in truth, we are all capable of becoming like that, of selling out to some idea worse than what we believe in because it’s easy, because what we’re doing now is hard, because the rat race is tiring on the ground because our bodies are tired because maybe our fathers were right and the world’s a hard place and maybe i won’t because i know he wasn’t right, he never was, he was a professional bully who practiced on his wife and children but it is in every decision we make, daily, hourly, minute by minute, that determines who we are, and in ever decision, we can make the turn, we can cave and be cruel, we can give in and take the easy route, knowing that each of those decisions pulls us closer to That which we fear becoming the evil you fear lies as much in buying all your furniture on amazon as it does saying something cruel to someone who doesn’t deserve it just because you’ve had a stressful morning as much as the goodness you chase lives in being friendly to the coffee employee who’s taking forever on your drink when you’re late because it’s not their fault and their morning is just as important as yours as much as it lives in buying from local artists every decision determines how you move through the world, connecting each step and choice like a river, that is where you find where you’ll end up, which ocean you end up submerged in, which fish you will find yourself swimming into the dark night with and i crave free, calm waters for when i my end

[snuping]

ideal girl harry to me is almost identical to canon harry partly because i think the dursleys would have essentially raised her as a boy for the first few years, in that they rarely use anything but 'freak' and 'brat' to refer to her and dress her in dudleys things and dont let her outside or talk with her so harry just assumes she is the same as dudley, with petunia only really telling her she is a girl when puberty hits and/or when they are forced to let her start kingdergarten and thus exposed to the world outside the house.

i also think her being a girl would make petunia treat her worse--

(this got long MORE UNDER THE CUT)

--as she becomes even more of a proxy for lily in petunias eyes, on top of harry like. okay a scenario i can imagine is petunia reluctantly sewing one or two of dudleys old shirts into dresses for harry to make sure now that she is old enough to wander outside for groceries etc that she wont be ruining their image by looking like an aspiring transvestite all the time, tomboyishness is only tolerable to an extent. and maybe she even thinks she is doing harry a favor in that as well because petunia would just die if *she* was mistaken for a boy. but harry truly does not care mostly she just wants more food and maybe a new pillow for her cupboard. and when petunia presents the scrappy little dresses to her she makes sure to tell harry she better be grateful because petunia would never spend a penny on providing harry with a nice summer dress like the neighborhood girls have!! she doesnt deserve such pretty things! and harry says she prefers her other clothes anyway. and petunia takes that VERY personally; a rapid train of thoughts like 'what would lily feel about this?' 'she was doomed to be a freak anyway' 'is this my fault?' 'what will neighbors think' 'what will vernon think' etc.. seeing it as harry rejecting not only a dress but femininity as a whole; normalness as a whole. which ofc harry is not even thinking about

ultimately they did not think anything through when it came to 'raising' harry because they kept hoping she would just die in her cupboard one day or wander off on her own. and they treat her with a very contradictory sense of rules/judgements, where she is both a trollop ('lets' dudleys friends chase her, to beat on her, because she likes the attention) and a queer (if she even looks like she was about to make eye contact with any of petunias lady club shit she is forced to cater in the living room she WILL be taken as a predatory threat)

but most importantly she has the anime girl mullet. non negotiable

[carsonian]

doing a self rec don't mind me. been re-reading some of my fics from 2023 because i wrote SO MANY and it's crazy to see my progress and etc etc. but anyway, the following fic, which i wrote in a wild frenzy, still makes me laugh a hell of a lot. it's goofy and childish and gimmicky but FUHNNNN. so here it is for anyone who wants to read/reread:

"Never Let You See (Baby What You Mean to Me)" | Mar 2023 | 12,880 words | Rated M

Steve Rogers' life was the kind of romantic comedy that most people would find themselves cringing out of watching after the first twenty minutes. (A.K.A. the summer camp fic where Steve is a pining mess, Tony is an unrepentant brat, and there's a game of prison break to be won.)

[rah-nee-yah]

because school is kicking my ass…im procrastinating, so heres music artists i think arcane characters would listen to 😜😜

THIS IS VERY LIMITED TO MY BASIC ASS MUSIC TASTE THAT CONSISTS OF POP AND ONLY POP SO DON’T JUDGE ME 🔥🔥

vi

i know shes based off like riot grrrl aesthetics but i dont listen to that genre (if u do, pls give me song recs ‼️)

i’ve seen some people say she would listen to rap and punk rock (which is defo accurate) but idk if it’s just me and my basic ass music taste but i think she would LOVE bruno mars/silk sonic and the weeknd. idk why, she just would. i have seen WAYY TOO MANY edits of her to weeknd songs. anyways i can totally see her belting locked out of heaven outside of cait’s window.

caitlyn

this woman is a certified pink pony and thought daughter. when she was in shower, she was TOTALLY listening to casual (also, in a way, good luck babe can almost apply to her and vi’s relationship during their breakup in the rain) i think she would also love marina, suki waterhouse, queen, blondie, or japanese breakfast (i swear im not projecti-)

jinx

mainly charli xcx, poppy, and grimes. i dont think i have to explain. this gremlin would live brat summer to the fullest. but she would listen to a little of everything, thanks to the influence of everyone around her (silco, ekko, a little of vi and vander)

ekko

childish gambino, tyler, mfdoom (iykyk), and maybe some odetari with jinx (??) also, for some reason i think benzo would’ve played a lot of michael jackson and abba, so maybe ekko would listen to them too. no, i will not elaborate, he just seems like the typa guy to listen to groovy old people music.

(i feel like he would also dabble in some some bruno mars with vi)

viktor

mozart and beethoven cuz hes a nerd 🤓☝️

but actually i think he would listen to classic rock and new wave, so like duran duran, talking heads, queen, fleetwood mac, blondie, etc.

jayce

this man prolly listens to coldplay or sum shit idk

mel

lana??? she does have that old money vibe to her ig. shes hard to pin down in terms of actual music taste rather than vibe.

if anyone listens to classical music, its mel. but that is boring (unless you listen to classical yourself. if so, you do you pookie 🫡)

ultimately i think she would like and relate to folklore (specifically the last great american dynasty) and evermore (ESPECIALLY CLOSURE)

silco

this man was GOTH. he totally listens to stuff like the cure. he would also dabble in a little bit of abba. because i said so. and i think abba would be popular among older folks of the undercity.

anyways im just yapping at this point so-

[sincerelyang3l]

I don’t think some people, specifically kids, realize how lucky they are to get to go on vacation.

This isn’t me being selfish or a whiny brat, I’m genuinely very happy with my life and very grateful for everything my Mom does for me.

I just feel like I see tons of kids posting about their vacations or their 3rd or 4th of the summer and it just hurts a bit. I don’t think they realize vacation is a privilege? It’s not just something everyone gets every summer and it’s not something you should ever grow to expect.

I haven’t been on a vacation in 4 years. That’s summer, winter, spring, etc to any other vacations people go on. I don’t mind it all that much? I think it makes me more appreciative when I do get to go somewhere.

I just feel like I see a lot of kids at school talk about where they’re going this summer, or all the things they’re going to do and then when I tell them my summer plan is to get a job and a car, they stare at me like I’m an idiot.

Like I’m sorry you didn’t realize not everyone gets to go on vacation, not everyone expects that. And it’s not that they hurt my feelings because they really don’t. It’s just, you know?

Anyway enjoy my thoughts I guess?

[bisluthq]

I can’t remember if I sent an ask yesterday or just thought it lol but I never liked Lorde much, liked some singles but was meh on the albums. I really love her new song though! So I was reading twitter comments to see what actual fans thought and I kept seeing people say how she’s trying to be charli. I hear no Charli influence, but I also hated Brat and was legit sad I couldn’t enjoy it because everyone else was having so much fun and I liked Barbie summer and eras summer and it was so nice to enjoy a cultural movement outside of my own little fan space. So I really can’t speak if anything Lorde did sounds like Charli because I don’t want to listen to brat to compare lol.

So that’s what I thought I sent yesterday but it kept swirling around my head and I’m usually the person who likes a song or album and NEEDS to hear the artists whole catalogue, but I keep finding that I listen to their older music and like it a lot less - eg I LOVE LOVE LOVE Maisie peters good witch, but only a few of her older songs stuck out to me.

So I went to sleep with all this on my mind. And I had a dream I was walking through a tunnel at a train station (idk how common these are, we have a lot of underpass tunnels where I live because train stations are often on the highway and good luck crossing that lol. But sometimes they’re scary and are spots for muggings, so I always pretend to be on the phone and talk super loud about ‘yeah well you’ve got my location data so don’t worry, just watch my location if you’re anxious, I know I’m later than expected… haha yes I have the hammer in my hand…I’ll be home in 20 minutes’ and I do think it was the reason some shady looking people didn’t bother me one night because they were leaning against a wall and just put their heads down, and then I sprint as soon as I’m out of vision - actually I usually sprint through them lol. Hot tip for people in shady areas where other people can hear you - this fake conversation script has been proven to work (mentioning your location data and that you have a weapon - my hammer, I took inspo from a viral post about a woman who jogged at night carrying a big hammer - mine is small, not sure if it would be much use, but it’s pocket size and gives me some more confidence anyway)

Oh right, so in my dream I’m walking through this particular underpass and I smell really strong cigarette smoke and start coughing (asthma), and I hear people laugh and imitate my coughing. It was charli, Lorde and Maisie. And charli was doing a line off a cosmetic mirror and then started acting like a scary gang leader and all three of them circled me and sort of had me cornered. And they had an old boombox playing some rave type music and I said ‘cool music, you girls going out or coming home?’ Trying to be cool. And Lorde started CACKLING and Maisie copied and charli stepped forward and was trying to intimidate me (I had my little hammer in my dream though so I was feeling ok lol) and in my dream I was wearing a super corporate pantsuit and they were in tiny white tees, no bras, ripped denim shorts, etc. and charli was like ‘this is MY MUSIC…. You really have no idea who I am or what you’re hearing???’ And so then I looked properly at them and realised who they were and I was more relaxed so I said ‘oh I never would’ve expected to see you here! Congrats on brat - what a phenomenon! And Lorde I love the new single and Maisie, love the good witch and can’t wait for the next album :)’ only charli and Lorde got offended, charli was pissed I didn’t say I liked her music, Lorde was pissed I only mentioned her single, Maisie was smiling lol. Then charli said how Lorde ripped off her sound and they were arguing verbally, and I said how I disagreed and you could hear Dan Nigro’s influence which Maisie agreed and the others HATED lol.

Anyway, charli tried to have a scrappy girl fight with me and pulled on my hair and blazer, and I just walked back and shoved her off me and told her to fuck off, she’s not scrappy, it’s just a rebrand. Then Lorde tried to come at me and they called for Maisie and she didn’t really do anything. But I had a physical altercation with charli and Lorde and won lol and I told them they were stupid and rave culture didn’t need reviving, raves are meant to be small, stop acting like you started rave culture when it’s a bunch of privileged girls spending a lot of money and pretending to get drunk on 2 drinks and the mdma and cocaine were so far away from pure that the reactions people were having at brat events were all fake anyway. Charli threw her mirror at me and Lorde comforted her, and then I told Maisie, who was awkwardly standing to the side that I expected better from her and she should work out her priorities because these 2 girls are hot now but will have no staying power and will be laughed at like Taylor’s squad in due time. Then she cried and said sorry 😂😂😂😂

It was THE WEIRDEST DREAM I HAVE HAD IN AGES!!!!! 😂😂😂😂😂😂

I also said something about the 1975 all being a bunch of posers and George is smart for seeing matty as a liability and launching a producing career, but he’s as pretentious as the Gallagher brothers but not as talented 😂😂😂

So I unpacked some musical thoughts I guess? Lmao

It was too weird not to share haha

Freud would have a field day with you bestie lol I also don’t even know where to start 😂😂😂😂😂

but you made my morning with this!!

[cohendyke]

8, 9 15 for the ask game :)

hiii <3

8- recurring dream?

ough i have a lot of dreams of leonard cohen where he drops the most crazy insane lines to me while we’re cooking or sitting at a bar and when i wake up it actually does feel like he’s spoken to me. also dreams of/pertaining to my grandfather but those are ptsd related i think… sorry that’s a downer. anyway

9- favourite childhood anecdote?

okay under a cut because it’s kind of long but i promise it’s funny and it will make you laugh!

15- is there a place you consider home?

nova scotia for sure which is funny because i’ve never actually lived there but that’s where my parents grew up. most of my summers growing up were spent there visiting family and my parents friends and my parents always referred to it as home so that’s something i’ve inherited :’) little tangent i think that’s why kate beatons memoir ducks hit so hard because my parents left nova scotia to seek better jobs/lives in alberta but home/nova scotia was so ingrained in them that it was passed on to me. anyway!

okay heres my favourite and in retrospect the funniest thing to happen to me…

the first time i ever babysat my siblings i was eleven (brother was 9 sister was 5) and my mum promised me ten dollars for four hours. the only rule was i had to clean up after dinner and no one was playing outside and no one was coming inside. well about an hour in my brothers friend brady (who was an only child and a spoiled brat) comes to the door and asks “can brad play.” i said no but this kid was fucking relentless so i said okay fine. five minutes then you have to go because no one’s allowed inside. about five minutes later i go to kick my brothers friend out and as im telling him he has to leave he’s bouncing on an exercise ball against my brothers bookshelf and this crib board fell and hit him on the head. me and my brother go “holy shit brady are you okay?” and he’s like yeah i’m fine BUT. it hit his forehead and anyone who’s ever hit their forehead knows that that shit BLEEDS. a lot. so he sees his blood covered hands and he loses his shit and starts running all over the carpeted upstairs screaming call 911 call 911!!! now i knew he didn’t need an ambulance he just MAYBE needed stitches but my dumbass handed the phone to him so he could dial his mum. this fool dials 911 and passes it to me.

okay context break in alberta if you call 911 and hang up you get fucking fined because 911 still needs to come to make sure you’re alive. it’s an insane fine too it was like 1000 dollars back then. and this was on a landline phone so they would have known who did this and who’s house to come to. so i’m on the phone with the operator trying to save my parents a thousand dollars and i think she thought his head injury was a lot worse than it was because she was asking if i could see bone and if he was conscious.. etc. anyway as im on the phone brady and brad have settled on the stairs. brady took his shirt off and wrapped it around his head and was overall acting like he was a soldier dying in the trenches. brad was crying and holding his hand and saying “please ellie don’t let brady die.” and i was like he’s going to be fine…. anyway the ambulances come i ran barefoot to this kids house to get his mum the whole neighborhood is outside our house and im having the biggest panic attack of my life. all my neighbors (including the former nhl player and his wife) were like “ellie it’s going to be okay. accidents happen. everything is going to be okay.” but i knew better because i broke the one rule!!! the police are there because technically three children were left unattended and they called my mum home from her yoga class. she comes home and i’m sitting in our home office and sobbing and i said “i never want to babysit again…” and she was like don’t worry :) you won’t. now i have to go to the police station to prove im not a neglectful parent. meanwhile our house looks like a crime scene because there is blood EVERYWHERE (he went in every fucking room of the house and got blood on every surface. the tv in the living room. my little sisters room. the WALLS. the carpet the floor the couch. etc) because he was running all through our house screaming call 911. the next morning i threw up and i told my mum and she was like tough shit. get ready for school. my dad was on a business trip to houston and he face timed me and i got so excited because his trips were so busy he didn’t get to call often. so i pick up and it was just a call to say how disappointed he was. EVENTUALLY my parents asked me what happened and they felt bad at how mad they were at me so it has a happy ending but man. very edward little coded of me i have to say. like and comment if you made it to the end. mwah <3

[strawbeerossi]

Could you write a Spencer Reid x fem reader who's a witch and she gets Spencer to join in on her rituals/gives him readings etc and at first he's sceptical (joins in anyway for her) but then ends up secretly enjoying it, something along those lines!

Stars Align

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Spencer Reid

Description: Spencer likes to give his girlfriend a hard time when it comes to her spirituality and her Wiccan beliefs. Whenever she is sick and in the hospital for The Winter Solstice, Spencer takes things into his own hands to ensure that he invites only the warmest, most positive vibes of the season.

Content Warning: Mention of being hospitalized, mentions of Spencer being a brat and giving reader a hard time sometimes, ultimately just a big, sweet, fluffy mess.

Word Count: 1.5K

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I did it just a little differently from the ask but I hope you enjoy, anon!

A witch is an ambiguous symbol of power and the unknown, identified in pop culture references for their hate of kids and love of evil as much as for their capability to create and mend.

Witches have consistently reflected the zeitgeist, whether that be humanity’s views on women or the collective tie to ritual and magic. 

A witch in the modern day promotes a strong sense of feminism and power. It is deeply rooted in personal empowerment and is heavily influenced by the culture each witch has been subjected to. Currently, women who loved the wonders of spirituality, witchcraft and the connection to the universe had a relatively new title; Wiccan.

The enchantment of magic is that when it's truly personal, it's most powerful and possesses the greatest strength. That was simply why Y/N participated in the art of Wicca. Growing up with the negative connotations that her family projected onto the lifestyle, she had always been curious. 

It started out small, she went out one evening and bought crystals, feeling bewitched by the healing prospect surrounding them.Amethysts were her favorite for the power to have all her stress and anxiety melt away. As she continued to exercise her spirituality, she’d turned to reading numerous books on the subject.

She felt a surge of power go through her veins, feeling connected to a higher power that was much stronger than she could’ve imagined. While religion was somewhat of the same thing, this seemed so much better than what she was raised with. It was a personal journey, one that didn’t involve people at local churches or other sacred worship places.

In addition to her adventures into reading the numerous pieces of literature and delving more into the healing aspect, she also thoroughly enjoyed the rituals that came with Wiccan culture. She was particularly fond of the Summer Solstice and the Winter Solstice. The celebrations were things she took very seriously. 

For example, in preparation for Yule, she would spend days cleansing and decluttering the apartment, wanting to rid anything that didn’t let positivity and vibrance shine in the little space that she called home.

However, moving in with Spencer, her longtime boyfriend, definitely changed some things up for her. Instead of freely organizing things to be donated, regifted, or sold, she would have to stop and ask him if he was comfortable letting the item or items go. He wasn’t against her beliefs and practices by any means but she just knew that he was skeptical. 

Spencer was a man of logic, she knew that. He was the type of person who thoroughly researched, dissected, and tried to understand the intricacies of the world around him. Which Y/N would lovingly tell him that he needed to take a step back and connect with the world around him, to let his mind stop working overtime and let himself breathe. He never listened but.. She tried and that was all that mattered. 

She was usually met with many questions that were laced with skepticism. It wasn’t out of malice, she knew that. Most people just didn’t understand. The questions were pretty typical. “Well, how do you know there are really any higher powers out there?”

“Where is the proof that you aren’t doing all this for nothing?”

“Do you truly believe that those crystals have any healing power whatsoever?”

Despite his love for logic and research, Spencer did have a soft spot for the things that his girlfriend did. He never personally indulged before and yeah, he would sometimes act like a little brat and give her a hard time, but he admired how she never changed her belief system. Instead, she just did a little extra around their shared apartment to try and invite her scholar boyfriend into the spirit of the season.

However, this year was different.

Y/N ended up getting a bad case of the stomach flu on the days leading up to Yule. It was to the point that she needed to be hospitalized.

There was no mood for a celebration whenever she was gravely ill, barely being able to hold down any liquids or solids. It managed to crush her heart though. Instead of welcoming the new season, she was stuck in a brightly lit, cold hospital.

She would watch the snow cascade from the clouds and stick to the ground from her room’s window, looking similar to a sad puppy looking out from a shelter’s window and yearning for the opportunity to run and enjoy life. 

Spencer had been busy with work, there being a case that put him out in Colorado for two weeks and she still didn’t know when he was getting home. Talking on the phone with him helped her a small bit but she was at least hoping that he’d be there in person for her.

However, she knew what she signed up for when dating Spencer in the first place. She couldn’t be angry or upset with him, she just missed her boyfriend. Thankfully, after a few more tests, she’d be free to go back home that evening since she wasn’t needing to be kept nourished by a tube any longer.

Unbeknownst to his girlfriend, Spencer had gotten back from Colorado several days ago, enlisting the team for help as they were working on her typical traditions. Penelope was probably the most excited out of the bunch, getting right to work on creating a Yule altar for the coffee table, going a little overboard as she opted for a plethora of garland, candles, oranges, some pinecones that she couldn’t help but throw a little glitter on, crystals, and golden discs to call forth the sunlight that she’d already heard Y/N tell her so much about. 

While she worked on the altar, Emily and JJ were sitting with Spencer in the living room, awaiting his instruction of what he figured would be considered clutter and what needed to be boxed up. Most of it was old books that he’d had scattered throughout the apartment, which he had taped up the box full and was taking them to the trunk of his car. He wasn’t going to throw them out, no way. He just knew that this would be something to brighten Y/N’s spirits, to come home to a house that was already prepped and ready to embrace the new season.

Whenever the house was thoroughly cleaned and decorated, Spencer had a few candles ready for when she had gotten home, their notepads and pens laid out on the little part of the table that wasn’t covered by the altar that was made with love. “Alright. I think that should do it.” Spencer announced as he was letting his hands rest against his hips, his eyes looking around the living room that looked beautifully cleaned, organized, and decorated. 

“You’ve outdone yourself on this one, Spence.” JJ commented, a proud smile on her face while Penelope was nodding with excitement. “She is truly gonna love that you did this for her. When I went to visit her yesterday, she looked so heartbroken because she couldn’t come home and prepare.” There was a sense of pride that washed over Spencer. 

Even if he didn’t necessarily subscribe to the Wiccan belief system, he did know that this would be a memorable Yule for Y/N, it also proved just how much he loved her. 

Whenever the women who came by to help were making their own ways home, Spencer was just patiently waiting to surprise his girlfriend, knowing she’d be getting home at any given minute since they’d already had a previous phone call as she was getting packed up to leave the hospital after four very long days.

It was a little silly, Spencer feeling so giddy. It felt like his heart was gonna beat out of his chest each time he saw a car’s windshield reflecting through the open window.

As soon as he could hear the sound of the locks in the door clicking through, he was quickly perking up. 

The look on Y/N’s face when she walked through the front door was enough to make his heart melt in his chest. “I haven’t been entirely truthful with you.. I got home a few days ago so I could clean the apartment. Even if I don’t particularly understand your beliefs, I wanted to make sure things were prepared for you.”

He offered a smile. “After all, we want to invite in the new season with positive vibes, right?” His words were enough to warm Y/N completely, the bitter cold of the Virginia winter not being able to chill her anymore. 

After closing the door, she was hurrying over to hug her boyfriend, a tight embrace that was borderline suffocating. This meant the world to her. Instead of him being a brat and asking her a million questions or outright teasing her, he was embracing everything she had to offer.

That was a sign of true, pure, and raw love.

[takeaslicex]

JUST YOU AND ME

Pairing: Levi Ackerman (Attack on Titan) x Female!Reader

Content Warning: NSFW (minors do NOT interact), vaginal sex, office sex, vaginal fingering, dirty talk, built-up sexual tension, etc.

Word count: 3.5k+

Summary: The three times that Levi Ackerman gets cockblocked, and the time he refused to let there be a fourth.

Authors Note: If you're viewing this on mobile, I apoligize for the slightly weird formatting around words that are italicized. I unfortunately can't seem to make it dissapear, so I hope this doesn't hinder your enjoyment while reading. Anyways, thank you for reading!

© 2021, takeaslicex. All Rights Reserved.

“So, why did we only start sparring just now? ” you teased from a few steps behind Levi, your pace behind him steadily increasing in a desperate attempt to keep up with your lover as he rushed down the halls to his office. You had never seen him like this before - so discomposed, so flustered, and all because of you.

You were so here for this.

“Annoying brat,” he groaned to himself, “I bet you think you’re just fucking hilarious , don’t you?”

You smiled. “Oh, I know I’m hilarious.”

He tisked at that, his pace increasing as he took a sharp turn left. “Do you have any idea how close I was to losing my mind over you in front of my cadets? Tsk, and you wonder why we never sparred together until now. I can’t stand you.”

A few steps away from his office now, you smiled and started taking your jacket off - just one more layer of clothing Levi wouldn’t have to deal with momentarily. “So you hate me now, huh?”

As Levi opened the door, he was incredibly quick to grab your wrist and yank you into his office. The sudden and harsh slam of the door was almost a relief to Levi - finally, alone , as he shoved you into the wooden door, earning a weak gasp from you at the sudden sensation. “I hate your fucking guts,” he spoke lowly into your mouth before he crashed his lips to yours passionately.

Levi kissed you hard - consuming you as if you were a drop of water in a canteen in the scorching summer. You excitedly matched his energy as you laced your arms around his necks and ran them through his soft, raven hair - he really is too soft and too pretty to be so deadly, you thought to yourself. 

At the pace Levi was going at, you could tell that he had no desire to take this slow - he wanted you now . He hooked his fingers to the undersides of your knees and effortlessly wrapped your legs around his waist, earning a sharp gasp that had escaped your mouth to tremble against his lips in the process. Hoisting you further into the air, Levi carried you to his desk and sat you down on the edge after he had impatiently pushed away the neatly organized papers that he had on his desk onto the floor. 

“Christ, what are you doing to me, Y/N?” he groaned into your mouth, using his roaming hands at your waist to hoist your shirt up. “You’re intoxicating, absolutely fucking intoxicating.” 

The smallest of disappointed whimpers escaped your lips as he left yours, but the pleasurable sensation of his lips against your jaw was quick to follow. He sucked at the skin right below your ear before his lips began to travel to your neck as you arched your head back, allowing him further access to your skin.

“Fuck,” you breathed, your mouth hung slightly open in pleasure. If anybody is intoxicating, Levi, it’s you.  “Keep going, Captain.”

He smirked against your skin at his title being used. “You teased me in front of my cadets, and you want me to keep going?” he asked, genuine curiosity laced in his voice as he started to kiss your clothed chest. As his lips traveled further down, he hoisted your shirt up so that he could kiss your bare stomach. A small laugh bubbled in your chest as he pressed a long kiss to your belly button. “Dumb brat, you should be punished just for the way you straddled me alone.” 

Levi’s fingers were quick to start unbuttoning your pants as he lowered himself down to his knees. You couldn’t help but let an excited grin take over your face - your lover’s punishments were never exactly punishments. 

But before Levi could even get your pants off - the worst thing that could’ve happened, happened.

“Captain Shorty! You’ll never guess what Moblit and I found while we were - AHHHHHH!'' The door to Levi’s office had swung open as casually as if they had entered a platoon. There stood Hange, and the sight they beheld when they realized what they were interrupting was an interesting one. It was you, a disheveled and half-clothed mess with your legs spread open. And Captain Levi, Humanity’s Strongest Soldier, had his face in between your legs. 

You and Levi had both been too caught up in the moment to lock the door, you both concluded at the same time. You were both mortified. 

“Shit - oh fuck! Sorry! I’m sorry!” Hange slapped the papers that they were holding to their eyes to shield their gaze, yet made no effort to actually leave Levi’s office.

“Just get the fuck out, Four-Eyes!” Levi shouted, his palm meeting his forehead in frustration as his elbow dug into your thigh. There wasn’t much you could do to cover yourself, but in a desperate attempt, you shoved your shirt back down over your stomach. “If word gets out about this, I’ll flay you alive!”

“Oh, shit - right! Totally my bad, I’m so sorry!” they nervously slammed the door close from the other side, but Hange wasn’t done there. “Nice to see that you’re a giver, Shorty!” 

Oh my god. 

You looked down at Levi and could already tell that his embarrassment levels had skyrocketed - and that he was definitely no longer in any mood to pick up where he had left off. Sighing, you leaned down and kissed the top of his forehead before the two of you both got up, as you buttoned your pants back up. 

“I expect a full refund for what you were just about to do, you know,” you playfully nudged his ribs, earning the smallest of smiles from your lover. He reached over and reassuringly ruffled your hair before planting a soft kiss on your temple. 

“Tonight, after dinner,” he decided already. “Come straight home, brat. Don’t make me wait all night for you.”

You smiled genuinely at him, giving him a joking salute. “Sir, yes, sir!”

He tisked at that. “Good girl. Now, help me clean these papers up.”

  —

  After dinner at the mess halls, Levi had his mind on one thing, and on one thing only - you . Mock fighting with you during training earlier had taken a bigger toll on him than he had originally thought, and then he had to go and get interrupted by Hange while he was finally relieving his pent-up lust. He wanted you bad , and as he steadily made his way back to your room, he couldn’t wait to reclaim you.

As Levi opened the door to your room, your shared room with him , he couldn’t help but let a jolt of disappointment course through him at the sight of your sleeping body curled up in bed. Of course, he couldn’t stay mad at you for too long - your peaceful and at rest body curled up against his pillow with his long-sleeve shirt on you was a difficult thing to be mad at. He imagined that you had intended to wait for him to get home, but that you had eventually succumbed to your exhaustion. Levi didn’t have the heart to wake you up, either. You were so hardworking and dedicated to your work - and who was he to wake you up from your well-deserved rest?

Plus, Levi didn’t feel like dealing with the wrath that you would reign over him if he woke you up either.

So, instead of fulfilling his promise to you from earlier, Levi showered and changed out of his clothes and slipped into only a fresh pair of boxers before he climbed into bed with you, snaking a gentle yet claiming arm around your waist from behind as he pulled you close into his chest.

Tomorrow morning, you’re all mine , Levi had decided before he rested his chin on your head and eventually drifted off into slumber himself. 

  —

  The morning greeted Levi kindly - after all, there isn’t a much better awakening than having your lover give you soft kisses all over your face. Normally, Levi might have been annoyed by getting his sleep interrupted so abruptly, but something about you doing it so softly was endearing.

Levi’s eyes fluttered open as he regained consciousness and took in the sight of you straddling his lap, your face millimeters from his as you continued to press kisses all over his face. “Good morning, my love,” you whispered into his cheek. Just as you were about to kiss him an nth time, Levi cupped your face and pulled you in for a lazy morning kiss.

“Good morning, Y/N,” he muttered against your lips. “You fell asleep on me last night.”

You giggled against his lips as his hands met your hips, slowly moving up and down against your skin from underneath his shirt that you were still wearing. “Yeah, sorry about that. I actually came home early so I wouldn’t keep you waiting, but ended up falling asleep instead. So, it looks like we’re even now, huh?”

Levi supposed that was true, you were even now. But that didn’t matter now, he had you all to himself now. “Fuckin’ brat.”

The two of you wasted no time in crashing your lips together in a raw, sloppy, and passionate kiss. Levi sat up and wrapped his arms around your lower back, bringing your chest right up against his until any space that distanced you was closed. Both yours and his hands were wandering viciously - your hands were raking his hair feverishly as his hands scratched at your back. You could feel his growing erection underneath you, and it only incited further excitement.

“Levi,” you moaned into his mouth, grinding against him slowly as he moved his lips to your neck. Levi was getting harder, and you could tell that he wasn’t going to fuck around further with foreplay, until-

“Captain Y/N!” Three consecutive knocks from an unfamiliar voice sounded against the door, causing both you and Levi to stop in your tracks. “Commander Erwin has requested your presence in his office, right away ma’am!”

“Ignore them,” Levi immediately demanded into your mouth, sure and final. If Levi was willing to go against the Commander of all people, then you knew he wasn’t fucking around about needing to fuck you here and now. You didn’t have much of a choice in the matter of deciding to leave this bed, so you continued to kiss him instead.

“Captain Y/N!” They knocked again, earning a mutual grunt of annoyance out of both of you. “The Commander wishes to speak to you immediately, please meet him in your office as soon as possible!”

You huffed and pushed yourself off of Levi - whoever was outside your door wasn’t going away until they got your word that you were coming. “Good god, I hear you! Give me a second to get dressed, will you?”

“Of course, Captain! I’ll inform the Commander that you’re on your way!”

Levi cursed as he brought his hands up to your cheeks and cupped your face again. He stared you directly into your eyes as he said, “I’m going to rip his shitty eyebrows right off of his shitty fucking face, Y/N.”

You giggled and attempted to wiggle out of his embrace. “You will do no such thing!”

Levi halted your attempt to break free. “Come on, just a quickie. The shithead outside already left.”

You tisked at that. “You don’t like quickies.”

That wasn’t necessarily true, but Levi did prefer taking his precious time with you.

“I like them today.”

What a tempting offer - but truthfully, if you allowed a quickie to occur, you feared that you would never end up leaving your bed.

You laughed and planted an innocent peck on Levi’s lips before you got up to get dressed and meet the Commander in his office. Meanwhile, Levi pondered how he could actually rip Erwin’s eyebrows off and still get away with it.

  —

  When Levi heard from Eren and Mikasa that you were in your own office later that evening, all he could think about was bending you over and fucking you until you could see God.

The pace that Levi was walking at was all too similar to the pace he had when he led you to his office yesterday - and he was all too determined for the outcome of this encounter to be entirely different.

Levi was rarely this discomposed, and never this horny. Fuck, he felt like one of the teenagers he trains. But the fact that you had managed to slip out of his grasp not once, not twice, but three times within the last 36 hours had him practically running to your office.

In short, he needed you now .

So when he walked into your office and saw you leaning against your desk, and Hange and Erwin standing across from you - the two cockblockers of the week - he just about lost his shit. 

Nope. Nope . Hell fucking no. Fuck this shit.

“Levi,” Erwin almost flinched at Levi swinging your office door wide open. Not closed - because your guests wouldn’t be staying much longer. “Y/N was just telling us about-”

“Not now, Eyebrows. You,” he pointed to Erwin, “and you,” he then pointed to Hange, “Get out. Now.”

You scoffed at that. “Levi, what are you-"

“You, quiet, ” he raised his eyebrows at you, before dragging his gaze back to the two intruders, “You two - get out before I drag the both of you out.”

“Holy shit! What’s gotten into you, Shorty? Did a titan crawl up your-” Hange almost continued their beratement against Levi, until it dawned on them why Levi was so pissy. “Haha! Oh shit!”

“Levi?” Erwin had no clue why Levi was so riled up, “What are you-"

“Commander, please!” Hange grabbed his hand through laughter, almost dragging Erwin out of the office before Levi did it himself, “If we want to live to see tomorrow, then I suggest we hop outta here, yeah?”

Poor Erwin still didn’t have the slightest clue as to why he wasn’t welcome, since he hadn’t been the one to physically interrupt the two of you this morning, but Levi couldn’t have given less of a shit about his Commander’s confusion as he slammed the door right behind them. 

You couldn’t help but smirk at Levi as he slammed the door. “What’s wrong, Levi? You seem a little flustered, my love.”

Levi was standing in front of you within a second. “Christ, you’re insufferable,” his hands were on your cheeks now, “and fucking irresistible, too.”

In a flash, Levi’s lips had crashed into yours, his lips moving against yours with fire, passion, and hunger. Fuck, he needed this. He needed to feel your skin shiver against his, he needed to hear your shaky and pleasured breaths, and he needed to feel you while he was inside of you. As his tongue slipped inside of your mouth, access you had immediately granted, you knew this entirely.

Again, and to your expectation, Levi wasted no time with foreplay, and spent little time on that heated little makeout session of yours. Levi’s lips parted with yours and found their way to the base of your neck as he sucked on your skin, your hips digging into his form as his hands found their way to your belt. Taking the hint, you started to work at his belt as you melted into his hungry kisses at your neck. Surely you would need to hide your neck tomorrow , you quickly thought to yourself.

“All fucking day,” he grunted into your neck, his teeth ghosting against your skin causing you to shiver and arch your back, “All fucking day, I’ve been thinking about fucking you against this desk, and you’ve been shooting the shit with half the fucking island. Do you even want this, brat?”

Before you could even respond, Levi captured you in another starving kiss. He felt you gasp into his mouth as he used his thumbs to push your pants and underwear down at the same time. As you continued to work at his belt, and as you could feel him getting harder and harder as this became more heated, Levi dipped his hand down to palm at your pussy - the whimper it elicited from you was music to his ears.

“Ah, so you do want this,” Levi smirked into your mouth, almost impressed with how quickly it took for you to get wet for him. You couldn’t help but smile back at him as his thumb rolled over your clit at about the same time you got his pants off - the both of your pants pooling at your ankles. “That’s a very good girl. Now, bend over.”

He didn’t have to ask you twice - you separated your lips from his and turned around to bend over, but your speed was not to Levi’s liking as he pressed his hand into your lower back and pushed you down. He bent down and pressed a hard and loving kiss to the back of your neck as he positioned your right leg up so that it was up on the desk, the kiss nearly leaving you a heated mess before he could even finally push himself inside of you. 

“If I’m able to walk tomorrow, Levi, I’m going to be pissed .”

An adoring and amused smile crept against his features at that - a sight you were unfortunate enough to miss, but fortunately because Levi was positioning himself to enter your bent-over form. As soon as Levi entered you - slowly, enough to get you used to his size - you knew you would regret challenging him.

Your face pressed into your wooden desk, you gasped against it as you reached up to grip your hands against the edge of the other side of your desk. Soon enough, the sound of his skin smacking against yours and your mutual mangled breaths were the only sounds audible in your office as Levi’s hands guided your hips against his cock, sharp nails digging into your skin as he did so.

“ Christ , you’re taking me so fucking well,” Levi admired, his speed increasing as he continued to pound into you, his eyes dilating with lust as he watched your eyes roll to the back of your head as your face lolled to the side. “What a beautiful, beautiful , perfect girl.”

“L-Le...Levi…” you whimpered, forgiving your desk for being such a rough surface to get fucked on as you continued to move against Levi’s cock, his hips bucking against your backside with intensity. He was fucking you exactly how he’s been wanting to fuck you ever since you sparred with him yesterday morning. “F-fuck!”

You moved your right hand back and wiggled your fingers, signaling that you wanted Levi’s hand to hold yours when you cum. Levi knew you were both about to cum as his fingers linked with your against the desk, his speed and pressure increasing as he continued to thrust his cock inside of you. The deep grunts and shaky sighs coming out of his mouth were almost angelic.

“Y/N, fuck ,” Levi groaned into the air, moments away from coming undone. “Show me what I do to you, Y/N. Cum all nice and pretty for me, yeah?”

Your hand tightens against his as the dam in your stomach breaks, and the water starts to flood - an immense and euphoric orgasm causing your entire body to shake and ripple as you shriek against the wood of your desk. Levi was quick to follow - a low and shortened moan sounding in the air as he coated your walls white with his cum as he came to a still inside of you.

What was it he said he wanted to do? Fuck you until you see God?

Your breath was shaky and mutilated as Levi suddenly pulled out of you, his cum slowly dripping out of your pussy and down your thigh as he did so. The thing about fucking unexpectedly in an office was there wasn’t a ton of options to use for aftercare cleanup, but Levi made do as he used a busted and ratted-up blanket you had on the back of your couch to clean you up.

You tisked at that. “Well, guess I can’t use that blanket for naps anymore.”

He scowled at you in disapproval, wiping your inner thigh clean. “You nap in here, brat? And with this of all things? This shit-colored thing?”

You laughed genuinely at that, causing Levi to smile as he turned your body around to face him once you were all cleaned up. He helped you sit up as the strain in the lower half of your body would surely start taking its toll, he guided your arms up to wrap around his neck. “My birthday is coming up, you know. Buy me a better one for my birthday.”

That , he could do, since he just turned your office blanket into a cum rag. “Hmph. Maybe I will.”

The kiss that followed was a soft and loving one, and so was the second round of sex later that night, and the third, and the fourth...

[the-devils-girl94]

A Sloppy Payback

Prompt: Blowjobs On The Beach

Characters: Belphegor x MC

Content Warnings: Blowjobs, A Miffed Belphie, Somnophilia, Slight Dom! Belphie, Bratty! MC, Hair Pulling, Face-fucking, Deep throating, etc.

((God I hope this is the shortest fic I will ever have to write because damn. Anyway enjoy another @voltage-vixen 's Summer of Smut fic for your dinner platters.))

Feeling a heated glare on your person, you turned around to locate the source of it. Once you did, you confirmed it was none than your upset lover, Belphegor. You winked at him and snickered as the glare he sent you was fully deserved on your part.

Earlier that day, you had went to the twins’ rooms to wake him up.  You wanted him up and at ‘em since you guys were leaving for the beach in a few hours, as courtesy of Lord Diavolo. Beelzebub had asked you to wake him up since he was already packed and ready to go, but Belphie was not. You had did all you could to wake him up: shake him, poke him, slapped his booty. But nothing worked except make him stir and roll on his back. You huffed and tried to think of another method. And glancing over his sleeping form, you thought of one. A very mischievous one that you knew Belphie would get back at you for.

You got on the bed, your added weight dipping the bed in but no stirring from your lover.

“Belphie~,” you whisper-sung into his ear but all you got was soft snoring. You rolled your eyes and pouted. You settled yourself between his legs, hooking your fingers underneath the hem of his pajama pants. You rolled them down enough to expose his flaccid cock, resting neatly under tufts of dark bluish-grey pubic hair. Your cheeks became pink at what you were about to do, but it was almost exciting for you. 

Gently taking hold of his member, you gave it a few jerks, feeling it starting to harden already. You kissed the tip and heard Belphegor’s breath hitch as his body stiffened. Oh, possible progress, hm? 

You continued to stroke him until he was completely hard, pre-cum starting to leak from the tip. 

He started to squirm when your tongue came out to lap it up, his hips rising and heavy sighs leaving from his lips. You moaned inwardly as now heat was building up inside of you. You set to work on licking the base of his cock, leaving a trail of your saliva as you licked your way to top. You gave the tip another kiss before your lips wrap around it and you started to go down. You could hear Belphie’s breathing getting heavier until you managed to get a groan out of him and a hand was gripping at your hair. You whined low in your throat, wanting to continue with your ministrations, but you looked up. Belphie was staring at you, wide awake and blushing.

You gently removed his hand from your hair and pulled off his cock with a pop. You licked your lips at him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Glad to see you’re awake, Belphie~,” you grinned. His eyes darkened with lust when you sung his name.

“(Y/N),” he started but you shushed him.

“I know you would like me to continue, but you need to get to packing. We’re leaving in a few hours. See ya!”

And then you left. Before the door completely shut, you could hear Belphegor calling after you, telling you to wait. But you didn’t. You sighed with relief, congratulating yourself on making a smooth and quick getaway. But you knew you were going to be in a world of trouble. But it was a good thing you left when you did, otherwise you would have missed the trip with Belphie satisfying all his desires with you. And things were getting a bit heated on your end too.

After that, before you guys left on the trip, Belphegor tried to grab your attention in any way possible. He tried talking to you, but you would ignore him. He tried texting you, but if he replied that he wasn’t done packing yet, you left him on read. He even tried cornering you and that was almost successful, but then came the rescue of his gentle giant of a brother and you made your escape.

So, suffice to say, now that you guys were on the beach, Belphegor was PISSED! You felt a little bad for leaving him like that without finishing. However, you knew your boyfriend and if you had stayed, well...you two wouldn’t even be on this trip.

For someone who will literally sleep all day, he sure was active and energetic when it came to intimate activities. Especially if you had been particularly bratty that day as well. He would have had you completely worn out. And now that you had awoken the beast, you were still hiding, running, and ignoring your lover. For some reason, you really wanted to rile him up more. This little game of cat and mouse has gotten you much more excited than before and the punishment you faced was thrilling. You could definitely say you were looking forward to it.

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You got caught. And it completely caught you off guard. 

You managed to get away from your lover multiple times, but it only lasted for a few hours until he finally caught you. What? You really thought you could get away from a demon who’s hell-bent on catching you?

You were sitting around with everyone, including Belphie who sat across from Lucifer. His eyes tried to burn a hole through you, but you had gotten used to it so you paid it no mind. You were busy conversing with Leviathan when you decided to excuse yourself for a moment. 

Unfortunately, this is where your game of cat and mouse ended as your lover had noticed and excused himself when you were out of sight to follow you. Just as you thought you were safe, you felt your wrist get grabbed by a tight grip and a shiver went down your spine when the unmistakable voice of your lover reached your ears.

“Got you.”

Ah fuck...

Soon you found yourself backed against a wall with your mouth being thoroughly ravished and a hardened member slowly stroking against your sex. With your legs being held up by your nap-loving boyfriend, you tried to move a little faster to get more friction, but he kept your hips in place by bringing his body closer to yours. Your mind became so muddled as you became breathless from the intense make out and the pleasure from your nether regions sent waves through your body. Every moan you uttered got swallowed up and you whined when you needed to come up for air. You were granted the courtesy when Belphie pulled away from you, the string of saliva connecting you until it broke.

“Nngh, Belphie,” you whined as you squirmed, desperately wanting to feel more of him. “Come on~. Go faster.”

“Shhh,” he shushed you, only amping up his speed a little bit. He kissed the length of your neck, stopping to suck on your jugular before pulling away. “This is your punishment for earlier. You shouldn’t have left me like that.”

“S-Sorry! But you wouldn’t, hnn, wouldn’t respond to-to anything else I did to you.”

“Oh? So you just put your pretty, little mouth on my cock.”

Uh-oh, you thought as you grew suspicious at the growing smirk on his face. You were right to be when Belphie’s movement came to a halt and you felt your body being lowered.

“Then I guess you can use it again to make me cum.”

Screaming internally because you knew he would make that request, you almost wanted to deny him but figured this is a deserved punishment. You dropped into a squat and before you stood Belphie’s throbbing member. You gulped and prayed that you didn’t get lockjaw. 

Your hands found balance against your lover’s thighs, gripping onto them for security. Parting your lips, you took in the head, tasting the pre-cum that leaked on your tongue. Instead of going slow, like you originally wanted to to spite your lover, your head bobbed at quick pace, drawing out moans from your lover. Your saliva started to leak out pass your lips, dribbling down to your chin as you sucked. You felt that all too familiar heat from earlier and thought back on the feeling of sliding your lover’s dick into your mouth. You moaned around his cock, sending vibrations throughout. 

“Fuck, (Y/N)! You’re way too good at this,” groaned Belphie. His hands came up to grip at your hair again. You felt him pull so you could look at him, stopping you in your tracks, and another moan escaped you. Your body tingled with pleasure and your grip on your lover’s thighs tightened.

“Oh? You liked that, huh?”

Belphegor could tell it did when your eyes met his. He could see them daring him to do it again as your eyes stayed in contact as you resumed devouring his cock. You buried your nose into the patch of pubic hair, taking him as far you could into the back of your throat. You hummed around him, making him hiss and grip your hair tighter. Pulling at your hair, he forced you back, his cock slipping out in the process. You panted heavily and so did Belphie. 

It wasn’t long before your mouth was back on him, but this time your head was stuck in place as Belphie started thrusting inside your mouth. Your hands were too busy to tend to the overwhelming heat growing inside you. They stayed on your lover’s thighs as his balls smacked against your chin. Your knees trembled as you squatting wasn’t holding up very well, but it didn’t last long as Belphegor’s thrusts became erratic. His cock throbbed inside your mouth and he buried it deep inside as he stilled himself. Hot, warm strings of cum poured down your esophagus. 

Still wanting more, you swallowed around your lover, moving your tongue to get a reaction out of him. A quick yank of your hair was his warning to not tempt him, but of course you had to.

You were his little brat.

[aerislei]

I'm so normal about this you guys.

(spoilers below the cut, ofc)

So I know Summer's kind of been lurking around the narrative for a ... long time. We see summer's emblem and grave before we even see Ruby's face in the red trailer. Never mind the white hooded figure in the Opening and- you know, the picture in volume 3 finally kind of revealing her just a little more. Ruby at her mother's grave, etc. Yang talks about her, a little, here and there. Qrow says she was a bit of a brat. Both Qrow and Raven mention that Ruby is a lot like her.

But we've kept her very much a mystery.

Of course in the wake of volume 9 she's still a mystery. super mom, fighter of grimm and baker of cookies. But for the first time we've got a rather human element added - she lied about where she was going that night. It doesn't change that she may-or-may-not be dead. It doesn't change anything at all, really.

But it also changes everything. What was summer going to do that night? How much does Raven know? Its incredibly likely that whatever happened that night is directly responsible for exactly the way Raven behaves now.

Summer and Raven did something together but told no one else about it. Summer felt okay trusting Raven with whatever this mission was, but told no one else. Raven, who would sometime around this period also gained the Spring Maiden's powers. And, of course, who seemed to be aware that Salem cannot be defeated.

How... curious.

My current theory is essentially that Summer talked Raven into helping because she knew the boys:tm: would try to stop her, or want to be involved, or both. And she wanted to make sure that the kids would be well taken care of. I think that Raven's portal went to the previous spring maiden, given the timeline that we're working in. As for what they ran into... what happened... while I have theories they're far less concrete. I'm excited to see if we get an answer finally. Summer absolutely hoped she would come home but knew it was likely she wouldn't and my heart just aches. That must have been a hell of a decision.

On lighter notes, learning that Yang got her awkward flirting from Raven, and seeing what "a bit of a brat" might mean, a little was glorious. Poly-STRQs are winning, feasting. We've been on about Taiyang-entire team-Xiao Long for ages but Summer may well have been just as in on it.

I just. I can't wait to see where this goes! Like, Raven knew something! Did she go to Taiyang at the end of volume six and finally be truthful? Is Ruby going to tell Yang what she saw? And are they going to corner Raven to demand the information she has? Whatever it might be? It feels like we're so close to finally learning the truth about Summer. And yet... -

We've barely learned anything.

RIP to my kusarigama wielder summer rose hc tho, ig. that was definitely an axe-gun. It doesn't have a name yet tho so im gonna keep calling it briar rose. Also 0 promises that I don't use my original design sometimes Anyway.

[dawn-moths]

“Sun-kissed Scars”

CHAPTER 3

Tomura x Female Reader

part 1 * part 2 * part 3

wound count: 7,500+

(The summer after graduation, you invite Tomura to come stay with you. Your family welcomes him with open arms, he bonds with your dog, and the two of you become even closer. But most importantly, he finally believes he’s found a place, and a person, to call home.)

disclaimer/content warning: 18+ sexual content! minors dni! this is a combination of fluff, lowkey angst, and, of course, the usual smut, biting, shower sex, sort of public sex (you’re at your house but there are other people there), soft/shy Tomura with a lil spice, etc. I just love writing this version of Tomura, so, while part of me feels like this wraps up my college AU Tomura fic, perhaps I’ll find myself revisiting it sometime in the future. Anyway, please enjoy! :)

*ao3 mirror*

***

The mid-July heat was blistering, the humidity stifling as it fought against the weak breeze that rustled through the trees. Shimmering light reflected up from the inground swimming pool and danced on the underside of the umbrellas that lined the water, a veil of shade cast over one side of the pool that was disappearing more and more as the sun arched overhead in the azure sky.

“C’moooon…” you whined, elbows resting on the ledge as your feet kicked lazily under the refreshing water. “I promise you’ll feel better if you actually get in.”

Tomura just gave a reluctant grumble and threw his head back, fingernails lightly grazing against his neck, face up to the umbrellas. He’d only allowed the lower half of his pale legs to indulge in the pool while he sat on the edge in a t-shirt and swim trunks. “You know I don’t swim,” he sighed, flopping his head forward again to take in the sight of you staring up at him in your cute little sunflower bikini. At least he could blame his reddening face on sunburn this time of year, as his blushing was becoming a more common occurrence at seeing you in all your cute— and oftentimes very revealing— summer fashion.

“Yes you do,” you nudged his knee with your nose, flashing a sly smirk. “You’re just being extra stubborn today.”

And it was true. Several times since summer had began, you’d dragged him into the pool with you, even gotten him to abandoned those graphic tees he always insisted on wearing to avoid being shirtless (it didn’t matter how many times you told him his scars weren’t ugly, that you actually liked them, thought they were attractive even, he still had hesitations in letting others, even if those others were just your parents, see his body that easily), but today he was insisting on being difficult. On being a brat.

“Wonder where I learned that from?” he’d tease when you badgered him about his behavior, flashing his own crooked smirk your way, which usually earned him a nudge, which in turn earned you a pinch on the ass at the very least. In a situation that allowed it, however, it earned you a place up against the wall or on your back with him leaning over you.

It was a trap you were more than willing to fall into. A game you craved more often than not.

Fine then, you thought to yourself mischievously. If he wants to play games, let’s play games.

“Pleeeeaaaase, Tomu…” you whined even more dramatically, pushing up on the ledge to rest your chest on the concrete, pushing your breasts together with your arms and not missing how his eyes immediately magnetized to the sight of them on full display, plush skin wet and sleek from the water. “It’s too hot outside… Come in the pool with me…”

You were giving Tomura that pout again, the one that always made him cave, sooner or later, and he heaved an exasperated sigh to mask that your adorable little puppy dog eyes were getting to him.

“Fine,” he mumbled, pulling his damp shirt from over his head and dropping straight into the deep end. You gasped and giggled as water splashed up, some sloshing over the edge to temporarily dye the concrete a few shades darker, letting go of the ledge and dropping down into the pool up to your neck as you clung to the wall, watching as Tomura quickly rose to the surface and broke through, his pale hair stuck flat to his head and weighed down by the water.

He spit out some water and pulled his soggy bangs from his crimson eyes, blinking a few times to try and keep the chlorine out. “Happy now?” he half growled, half chuckled, wearing that look of sinister satisfaction as he swam closer to lean against the wall of the deep end next to you.

You gave him a peck on the cheek, causing his confidence to falter and his face to burn even redder for a moment before replying with a cheery exclamation of, “Yep!” followed by one of your adorable little giggles.

Even with all Tomura’s complaining about the heat and your itinerary of constant summertime activities, deep down you knew he liked it. He certainly liked seeing you in your array of swimsuits, that was for sure. His favorite one so far was the red one with patterns of butterflies outlined in white. Probably because it was the most revealing of your collection— more string than material, your best friend had joked the day you’d bought it— and made all your curves bounce just right as you came excitedly bounding towards him after running back inside to grab more drinks for the two of you.

And he almost admitted that the pool did indeed feel refreshing, but just then, your mother called from the back deck, “Hey, guys!” poking her head out from the screen door with a smile. “You hungry? There’s snacks inside!”

You quickly asked Tomura if he wanted anything, to which he gave an unsure half shrug, and then you called back, “We’ll be in in a minute!”

Your mom nodded and then disappeared from the deck. You hated for him to have to abandon the water after finally convincing him to get in with you.

“Hey…” you then said to Tomura, beginning to tread water a little further from the ledge. He gave you an inquisitive look and then you flashed another playful smirk, saying, “Race ya to the shallow end!” before taking off swimming as fast as you could.

Tomura loved a challenge. You knew that well from experience by now. If you could find a way to make things into a game, that oftentimes helped you break though his stubborn streaks, which you’d gotten very good at doing. So it was no surprise when he was right on your tail, pushing off from the wall to give himself a quick speed boost, tagging the railing of the steps in the shallow end first as the long reach of his stroke passed you.

“I win,” he scoffed, finding it both amusing and adorable how hard you’d tried to beat him when you’d never stood a chance, even with what you’d hoped would be a head start.

“Nuh-uh!” you protested playfully as you sunk lower into the water. “You cheated!”

“Not possible,” he shook his head, trying and failing to suppress a grin. “Not my fault you’re not good at playing to your advantages.”

“And just what, exactly…” You lowered your voice to a more seductive tone, slowly rising from the water and wading towards him where he sat on the pool steps, coming to stand between his legs as you placed your hands on his shoulders, eyes half lidded and honey-toned voice sending another wave of heat through him, “...would you consider to be my advantages?”

You never got tired of seeing the poor boy tongue-tied over you. Whether it was the way his throat bobbed with a particularly hard swallow or his vibrant eyes widened with shock at how much audacity someone like you— someone who’d once seemed so innocent and pure at first glance— could contain, you savored every single expression and reaction like the sweetest reward.

Because his surprise was always so short-lived, ever fleeting like the summer breeze, before Tomura regained his senses enough to reassume control— over you and himself— and turn the tides back in his favor.

“You’re being such a brat today…” he growled, cracked lips curving into something a little more dangerous as he gripped your hips, fingers digging into your slippery skin as he tugged you closer to him and earning a startled gasp at the sudden jolt of nearly falling forward. You were practically sitting on his lap now, your core pressed against his thigh, causing that coil in the pit of your stomach to wind a little tighter.

“Wonder where I learned that from,” you mocked him with his own words, though your voice was a little more breathless than biting this time around.

Tomura pressed his lips to your ear, now causing your face to turn red as he whispered in that raspy, threat-implying tone of his, “You may have gotten me in the pool, but you’re the one who’s gonna get wet…”

Before you could even get a single scolding whine of his name out, as if you two didn’t mutter things like that to each other all the time now, his mouth latched onto your neck, nipping at that sweet spot near your shoulder and making you shudder, the haze of the season’s heat and his own teasing ministrations quickly becoming overwhelming.

“My mom…” you sighed, trying to keep your voice low as Tomura gently teased at your sensitive flesh with his wet pink tongue, breath fanning hot against you. The warmth of his mouth was a stark contrast to the coolness that the pool water had given your skin, but it only made the sensation all that more pleasant. “She could come out any second…” you continued to remind him, hoping you could get all the words out before your brain overheated and shut down. “We should… We should go inside…”

But, if Tomura could hear you through your breathy whispers, he didn’t appear to care. The only indication he gave that he’d been paying any attention to a single thing you’d just said was when you felt his breath against your ear again as he mumbled, “I know you like the risk… So just sit still and take it.”

You buried your face in his shoulder to muffle a moan as he pulled your hips harder down onto his thigh, effectively grinding you against him and sending a pulsing pleasure through your aching core.

Your mom was just inside. If she so much as glanced out the kitchen window, which you could see the shades were only partially drawn over, she wouldn’t get a full view of you two, but enough of one to indicate what was going on.

“T-Tomura, please…” you begged, actually beginning to grow anxious. But he only smirked against your neck as he teased you further, just about to slip a finger through the bottom of your bikini to really make you squirm. “Not here… Please, we can go inside… Just not here…”

You both looked over at the screen door flinging open as your dog came bolting out into the backyard, you jumping from Tomura’s lap just as fast and sinking low into the water, your back pressed to the concrete wall of the pool as your heart hammered in your chest.

Too close, you thought to yourself with half dread, half exhilaration. That was way too close!

And who would it be to interrupt you this time but your dad. He stepped out to make sure the dog wasn’t digging by the fence again and when he saw Tomura sitting on the pool steps he waved and called over to him.

“Sure is a hot one today!” your father remarked with the usual pleasant smalltalk, his shirtsleeves already rolled up to his elbows. “That pool stayin’ cool for ya!”

“Yeah, Dad!” you called back, popping up from where you’d been half hidden below the ledge. “Feels great!”

Your dad said something about barbeque for dinner before nodding to himself and heading inside, whistling loudly to call your dog back from the yard and leaving you and Tomura in a tense sort of isolation before the two of you dissolved into nervous chuckles.

You then migrated back to his side, sitting next to him on the steps close enough so that your legs could rest against each other. “Come on,” you finally said once your anxious little giggles ebbed a little. “Let’s shower off and then head inside.”

***

“Are you serious?” Tomura had asked, wearing that wide-eyed stare with the hood of his sweatshirt pulled over his disheveled hair.

You’d been thinking about it for a while— inviting him to come spend the summer after graduation with you— and had gone to bed the previous night with all the details more or less secured in your mind.

A couple weeks back, you’d brought the idea up to your mom, mentioned it casually, hypothetically even, just to see how she’d react. When she’d seem willing to hear you out and consider the proposition of letting your boyfriend— the boyfriend she still had yet to meet— come spend a few months at your place (you’d briefly told her that Tomura didn’t have the best home life, from what you could gather) well, she’d come around eventually. And you knew that once you had your mom’s permission, your dad would be a piece of cake.

“Did you ask your mother?” he’d questioned with a raise of one eyebrow when you’d brought it up to him. After you told him that she’d said it was ok with her, your father’s worry seemed to dissipate and then he’d agreed, though of course couldn’t help but give the passive-aggressive “I hope this boy knows his boundaries” talk which was merely obligatory at this point.

Now all you needed now was for Tomura to say yes.

“Of course I am,” you’d assured him. “Besides, don’t you think it’d be fun? We can hang out by the pool and you can meet some of my friends from back home and there’s some really good restaurants in town, too.”

In truth, you’d already composed a detailed list of things you wanted to do with him when— if— he agreed to accept your offer. Your favorite ice cream place was an absolute must, and you’d made sure to inform him that, until he tried one of the establishment’s specialty flavors, he hadn’t truly experienced real ice cream.

As you went on and on about what a good time the two of you could have, Tomura just listened with a relatively blank expression on his face. You were starting to get worried that he wouldn’t buy it, that perhaps you’d already overwhelmed him and scared him off, but he just wanted to enjoy the sight of you rambling on about all the time you wanted to spend with him.

He wanted to see how long you would go, fighting off a smirk all the while.

“I mean, is it your dad…?” you’d finally asked, your disappointment beginning to settle in. “Would he not let you or—?”

“He’s not my dad,” Tomura was quick to correct, rigid fingers ready to claw at his neck after finally breaking his silence. “And he doesn’t really have a say in where I go or what I do. He’d probably be glad to be rid of me for a while…” Now it was your turn to listen, to watch him become increasingly more tense as he side-stepped around the full truth of his own homelife, a slight scowl twitching at his sparse eyebrows.

All you knew up until that point was that Tomura hadn’t been in contact with his real family for a long time, perhaps since early childhood, but had been taken in by a distant relative who’d been in it for the government issued child support money more than anything. He didn’t like talking about him. In fact, you didn’t even have a name to refer to this suspicious “guardian” by. You just knew that this man put Tomura under incredible pressure to succeed, having hinted on more than one occasion that your boyfriend was to become his successor one day, whatever that meant.

“So, what’s the problem then…?” you lightly pressed once Tomura was done rambling about how he could do whatever he wanted, that he wanted to come say with you even, yet still appeared as if something was holding him back.

He looked into your eyes then, his own gaze uncharacteristically sincere as he admitted, “What if your family doesn’t…” He let out a frustrated sigh, averting his stare to where his fingers nervously fidgeted with his hoodie drawstrings now. “What if your family doesn’t like me?”

“Tomu…” you smiled sadly, taking his hands in yours to cease his fidgeting. “Please, if that’s what this is about, don’t worry about it. You think I haven’t told them about you? I mean, they’ve been dying to meet you.” You rolled your eyes and your smile widened. “If anything, you not coming to meet them would let them down at this point.”

You gave Tomura a moment to process that, his own adorable brand of relief washing over his features now. He bowed his head to rest on your shoulder, pulling you a little closer and holding you to him for a second before mumbling into your shirt, “Ok…”

“Ok?” You almost thought you’d misheard him. Then you beamed, “Ok! Great!” as you wrapped your arms around him and hugged him a little tighter, a giggle bubbling up from your lips. “It’ll be fun! I promise!”

Tomura then leaned forward a little more to shift you onto your back, finally allowing a small smile to show on his chapped lips as he looked down at you, your hair splayed around you on the dorm couch, a halo for his angel.

“Yeah…” he quietly agreed. “Fun…”

And that was the last the two of you talked about it that night before the only sounds you could make were moans of each other’s name.

***

The outdoor shower had been one of your father’s last minute DIY projects a few summers back, but it had turned out nice, despite how much trouble the plumbing had caused him (you’d never heard him utter the words “son of a bitch” or “this god damn thing” more times in your life).

It was enclosed with four walls, got decent water pressure, and was the perfect temperature for this time of year. Normally, you’d rinse off quickly after calling it a day by the pool, knowing you’d take a proper shower later on to wash the chlorine from your hair, but today was a little different.

“Hurry up!” you whispered urgently, ushering Tomura inside the stall with you. He’d checked over his shoulder to make sure no prying eyes were keeping tabs on what the two of you were getting up to out here and then you’d pulled him the rest of the way in by his wrist, making sure to close and lock the door behind him. The stall was easily big enough for two people but still enclosed enough so that neither of you could wander too far. Not that you wanted to…

The moment a steady stream of water began to pour from the showerhead, Tomura was on you, chest inches from your back, his hands resting on your hips, fingertips digging into your slippery flesh once again as he tugged you against him.

“Someone’s especially needy today,” he teased, slowly running his touch up and down your sides, sending a shiver through you despite the summer heat. He leaned in closer, lowering his voice into that seductive growl that made you melt and murmured, “What’s got you so hot and bothered, huh?”

You, you wanted to inform him defiantly. You and your pale skin and scars and wet hair and the way you keep running your crimson eyes up and down my body hungrily, like it’s only a matter of time until you just can’t hold yourself back anymore…

But instead what you muttered out was, “Wouldn’t you like to know…” as you pressed harder against his bare chest, arching a little to grind your ass against where he was already straining in his swim trunks and feeling him flinch from the sudden pressure.

You two were always playing games together, with or without a controller or console to entertain you. Tomura would never admit it either, but he’d give up gaming for life if it meant getting to have you like this all the time, in barely anything at all and more than happy to quell the aching in his cock.

“You should really watch yourself…” he warned, tone still raspy and threatening. One of his hands kept your body anchored against him while the other continued to travel higher, slipping under your bikini top and pinching one of your already stiff nipples, giving it a twist until you yelped. Instantly, he reached up to cover your mouth and muffle the sound. “Wouldn’t want your parents to find out their daughter is a needy little slut, now would we?”

You had half a mind to bite him for that comment.

As his deft fingers went back to work at pinching and rolling the sensitive buds of your flesh, you fought to bite back whimpers and moans, your eyes beginning to roll as the hand that once gripped your hip slipped under the bottoms of your bathing suit to toy with your clit. Tomura felt you tense and then begin to go slack against him, your legs trembling slightly from the vicious attack on your most tender areas.

When he began to nip and suck at your neck, you bit your tongue, a strangled whine escaping your throat but not getting past the confines of your palm as you covered your own mouth, your other hand reaching behind you to weave through Tomura’s wet hair and pull, both a warning and a reward for his ministrations.

He groaned against your neck, the sound vibrating on your skin as you began to writhe against him. It was becoming too much. How much time had even passed? You didn’t want your mom to look outside and get suspicious. But you didn’t want Tomura to stop either. Not when you were so close. You’d have to get him back for this later.

“Tomu—!” you finally gasped, uncovering your mouth to reach your other hand behind you, clawing at him until he slowed down a little. “Please… I-I’m gonna—” Your feeble pleas were cut off with another shuddering gasp when he plunged two of his fingers into your dripping hole, his other hand going for your neck and just resting there, feeling your pulse hammering against his palm.

“How long do you think it’ll take…” he asked, pumping his slender digits in and out of you, slowly stretching you open every so often just to feel you buck back against him weakly as you attempted to chase that sweet sensation, “…for someone to come out here wondering where we went?”

You were going to get him back for this. Make him wish he hadn’t caught this arrogant streak he seemed so determined to ride today. But for now all you could do was latch onto him and huff out short, panting breaths, trying to swallow your cries, helpless to his fingers working ceaselessly in and out of you, curling just right to nudge at that spongy spot deep inside.

It was only after he felt you constrict tightly around him, your abused hole fluttering relentlessly, wishing it had something bigger and longer to squeeze around, that he found the will to slow down.

Slow down, but not stop.

“You want it, huh?” he asked, his assertiveness turning a little more tender as his touch became a serious of methodical strokes, rubbing gentle circles on your puffy clit and feeling your sex pulse with the need for more.

“Please…” you panted. “Please, Tomu… need you.”

He sighed out a satisfied hum, pulling the drawstring on his trunks to let his cock spring free.

You felt his erection rub against your ass through your bikini bottoms, once again arching your back to push back against him harder.

His grip on your hips tightened then, grinding against you hard enough to force a strangled groan from his throat, trying to swallow the end of the sound.

“Take them off,” you directed as you leaned against the shelf that was supposed to hold shampoo and body wash, effectively bending over. For a second, Tomura just looked at you, fisting his own cock for a few stokes before catching on and tugging the strings of your bikini bottoms, the soggy material falling to the ground and exposing your glistening cunt to him in full.

You glanced over your shoulder as his hands found your hips again, both your gazes glazed over with lust.

“Just be nice, ok?” you said with a shy smile, a little afraid that he might insist on continuing with his more risky attitude and actions now that he was in the mood.

But he nodded, his grip softening a little as his face flushed a deeper shade of scarlet. “I will…” he promised, beginning to slowly rub himself against your soaked slit.

You held on tight to the shelf, praying that your father hadn’t cut any corners when it came to securing it to the wall of the stall if things started to get a little out of hand. You doubted you’d be able to come up with a convincing enough lie of how it had broken if that were to happen.

By the time Tomura was beginning to push inside you, the head of his cock giving you that sweet sting of the stretch, you were fighting to stay quiet, mouth agape and eyes squeezed shut, gritting your teeth sometimes as you tried to contain your whimpers and whines.

He was struggling to stifle his pleasure too, burying his face in the crook of your neck to muffle his own moans as he gave a few more short thrusts into you, working his way deeper inch by inch.

“Fuck…” he swore in a choked whisper, burying himself to the hilt with the next thrust and feeling your walls constrict around him as you tried to adjust.

Once you were ready and he began moving, you almost broke your silence, beginning to cry out until he clapped another one of his big, rough hands over your mouth.

That time, and completely by accident at that, you did bite him.

It surprised you both, and while your eyes went wide and apologetic, Tomura wasn’t in a position to see the expression of guilt.

Instead, he let out a curt, cold puff of amusement, holding his palm against your mouth harder and picking up the pace, the wet slapping of his skin on yours nearly louder than the sound of the shower.

You went to say something, scold him probably, but all that sounded was incoherent hums behind his hand.

When Tomura latched his mouth onto your shoulder and retuned the gesture with his own teeth, tears began to prick at your eyes, your throat bobbing as you tried to swallow down the pain, the pleasure that came with it wracking through your body until it all became too much and your entire being tensed, squeezing around his length and causing him to bite into you harder— hard enough to draw blood— and growl against your salty skin as he released himself into you, both your cum dripping from between your legs and swirling down the drain.

Only once the two of you had come down from your orgasm did he pull out of you, catching you as you nearly lost your footing and slumped back against him like a rag doll.

“‘M sorry…” he murmured, lowering you to the floor of the stall with him and kissing the wound he’d created, letting you lean against his chest and catch your breath. His lips were stained red with your blood for a moment before he licked it away, feeling a little guilty once the copper hit his tongue and stuck to the back of his throat.

“D… don’t…” Don’t be, you’d meant to say. But you were too spent, legs feeing like jelly and entire body buzzing with that blissful sensation that always came afterwards, head lolled to one side.

Tomura knew he’d have his coming to him for a stunt like that, but it was worth every ounce of your vengeance just to see that blissed out look painted across your flushed face.

Once you were able to stand again, you picked your bikini bottoms up from where they’d been discarded and refastened them to tie on both sides of your hips, making sure any and all lingering arousal had washed off of you before you dared exit the stall.

“My dad’s gonna kill you if he sees this,” you half-joked, straining to try and see the very visible imprint of Tomura’s teeth you knew was marking your shoulder, a little too afraid to touch it. “You know that right?”

But Tomura just smirked to himself, placing another kiss over the bite, swiping his tongue along it gently to lap up the slowly forming beads of blood before replying with a teasing, “Think twice next time you force me into that pool then.”

You turned to face him, wearing an expression you hoped read as a warning, but instead probably just looked pathetic and tired. “Shut up,” you sighed before smashing your lips against his, taking back some of your power in this push and pull game when you snagged his lower lip between your teeth and heard a quiet gasp escape him.

You two were all teeth and tongues then, and you could taste some remnants of your blood in his spit, but the moment you broke away, you gave him a light shove back, watching as his back hit the wall of the shower and he couldn’t help but stare at you with that mesmerized, wide-eyed look of his.

“Hurry up,” you beckoned over your shoulder, exiting the stall and parroting his own words back to him again, “Wouldn’t want them to wonder where we went.”

***

With towels slung over your shoulders, the two of you skimmed some snacks from off the table, thanking your mother and saying you’d come back out for more after you changed into some clean clothes. Your fingers were lazily intertwined with Tomura’s as you lightly tugged him along after you, his free hand going back to snag one more bite of something sweet before committing to following.

You tried to contain your giggles as you entered your room and pulled the door closed behind you, planting another peck on Tomura’s cheek before heading over to rummage through your dresser drawers for something clean and dry to wear for the rest of the evening.

You knew how much he liked seeing you in those short little sundresses you had a habit of flaunting this time of year, having recently added a few more to your collection after dragging Tomura along to the mall for a shopping day with some of your girl friends shortly after you two had arrived home after graduation. But you also were in the mood to make him work for his rewards a little harder than usual after his stunt in the shower, so for now you opted for a crop top and a pair of shorts.

“What do you wanna watch tonight?” you asked casually, your back still turned to him as you reorganized one side of your drawer. When he waited a little too long to answer, you turned and caught him absentmindedly staring off into space, short nails grazing at his neck where some recent scratches had scabbed over. “Tomura,” you addressed him a little more sternly.

His crimson gaze flicked to you, darting to the bite mark on you shoulder for a moment before freezing, eyes wide and alert. “What?”

You sat down on the end of your bed and patted the space next to you, beckoning him to come sit, which he did.

“What are you doing?” he asked through a bit of a scoff. It wasn’t until you reached into your bedside drawer and pulled out a bottle of lotion— your favorite one that was scented with citrus and bergamot to help calm you— and popped open the cap that he realized.

“Hold still,” you instructed him, your voice slipping into something less strict and more caring.

You rubbed your hands together to help warm the lotion and then began to massage it into his neck and shoulders, working out any knots when you found them, and could feel some of the tension leaving him after he let out a particularly long, deep sigh.

The two of you had gotten into this routine more and more as summer went on, usually at night right before bed when he was playing video games (he’d brought his PlayStation to your house and hooked it up to the TV in your room first thing when he’d arrived) and you were preparing to wind down and cuddle up to him until he finished his level or his match, usually beginning to doze off against his chest or his shoulder until he saved and exited and turned off the TV, snuggling up to you under the blankets.

Tomura still itched, even with the regular lotion treatments and 100 SPF sunscreen that you made sure he wore if the two of you were going to be outside for prolonged periods of time. You could only imagine the torture of it all— the constant twitching and writhing and sometimes straight up jolting when a particularly sudden and intense itch stabbed into his skin. But, even though he grumbled and groaned at you for your constant worry over his condition, Tomura was secretly grateful for your diligent and gentle care.

You were the only one who could soothe him, whether by your fancy scented lotions or just your soft touch alone.

“Better?” you asked after having worked the lotion down his back and arms, over his chest and abdomen while he sat there, eyes closed and body relaxed, as if mediating.

His eyes slowly fluttered open, as if he’d nearly fallen asleep, and a small, crooked smile quirked up on his chapped lips. “For now,” he nodded, leaning forward to give you another kiss, passing his smile onto you as you traded him some of your strawberry chapstick.

“Good,” you said, pushing off from your bed to stand, tossing him the t-shirt he’d been wearing that morning before the pool which had been draped over the back of your desk chair. “Now, how about we go grab a little more to eat?”

***

Touya was jealous.

He was so jealous.

And watching his loser of a roommate get to leave with a girl far too pretty for anyone’s good, let alone someone like Tomura, after graduation was, well…

That was just the icing on Touya’s spiteful, envious cake.

Because he had to go back home to a strict and controlling household where it would all be about applying for jobs and working the summer away at whatever gig his father forced him into until his “no good son found a real career path”.

But Tomura…

Tomura got to lie poolside next to you and float through the season like he was in a dream. Like he was in heaven alongside an angel, the sky and clouds reflecting off the rippling surface of the water you two drifted across.

And Touya couldn’t stand it.

“Yeah, have fun…” Touya shot back with scorn as you and Tomura exited their dorm for the last time, all his bags packed which you were helping him carry to your car. Then, under his breath as the door swept closed behind he muttered, “Hope you fuckin’ drown in the deepend, dude…”

And that was it.

That was the last goodbye between Tomura and his asshole of a roommate.

Now you two were free.

You could roll the windows down and just drive, Tomura smiling to himself as you sang along loudly to your playlist, hair whipping around wildly in the late spring air while you zoomed 80 down the highway.

He felt so lucky.

And you felt so relieved.

Because the deal was sealed.

You’d been able to convince your mom to let your boyfriend come spend the summer, after so much worry that she’d shut the idea down before half the proposition could even leave your mouth.

At first, her answer to your suggestion had been a skeptical raise of her eyebrows and her hands on her hips— a look that clearly read as an “are you serious?” if not a blunt “no, absolutely not.” But then, the more you’d told her about Tomura, about how good he was to you, how much you loved him, she’d began to soften.

“Ok, but he sleeps on the couch,” she’d attempted to compromise.

“Mom.” Then it was your turn to give her that look. “He’s not sleeping on the couch.”

Your mother had then gone into one of her rehearsed speeches, this one about how if he was going to be a guest in their home he’d follow their rules and blah blah blah…

So you cut in and told her that the two of you had already slept together, and on multiple occasions, at that.

Ultimately, that earned you another look before she sighed and reminded you to “just be safe”, which you assured her you were. All that mattered though was that, in the end, you’d gotten your way, just like always.

So, speeding towards your home, the destination but a few hours away, and already fantasizing about all the fun you and Tomura were going to have and how you wanted to get to know him even better…

As far as you were concerned, summer had already started.

“They’re gonna love you,” you’d reassured Tomura as you pulled into your driveway, your hand on his as his nerves had started to get the better of him after you’d informed him it would only be a few more minutes, his fidgeting and scratching taking up again. “Don’t worry.”

And, before the day was up, Tomura was relieved to find that your family was much more warm and welcoming than what he’d grown up with.

By the time the two of you fell asleep in each other’s arms that night, he knew he’d always have a home, so long as he was with you.

***

“So, Tomura…” your father began in that nonchalant yet somehow still slightly skeptical way of his, “my daughter here tells me you majored in computer science…” 

“Video game design, Dad,” you corrected him in between bites of home grilled barbecue.

“Video game design,” your father amended, cutting another piece off of his chicken and piercing his fork into it. Then he considered Tomura from across the table a little more thoughtfully then, eyes gleaming with a gentle curiosity rather than distrustful intimidation like you’d originally feared the first time Tomura had met your father face to face. “Are ya workin’ on anything then?”

Tomura forced himself to swallow down his current bite, throat bobbing a little with nerves at answering the question incorrectly, as if there was such a way to do so.

Though you’d assured him that your family was merely interested to learn more about him, not interrogate him, he was still having a little trouble opening up, even if it was just about the rehearsed smalltalk that most parents forced their children’s partners to endure. “Uhh… Well my senior project was a dark fantasy action RPG…” he began. “We were only supposed to design three complete playable levels, but…”

“But Tomura designed five,” you bragged on his behalf after his sentence trailed off. You shot him a sly smirk and nudged his ankle under the table again, this time leaving your foot there to rest against his. “He’s talented like that.”

“Is that right?” your father inquired with an intrigued raise of his eyebrows.

“He let me play them,” you continued, finding great joy in the fact that Tomura’s ears were beginning to turn a little red. You never missed an opportunity to praise his accomplishments because, well…

Because he never really shared the things he was proud of with anyone.

You were trying to help him change that.

“They were really difficult,” you continued with enthusiasm, remembering how horribly you’d lost that first level over and over again yet had been determined to complete it, as if it would gain you some kind of gamer approval from your boyfriend. You were also remembering how you sat in Tomura’s lap with the controller settled in your hands, leaning back against his chest and taking his hints and pointers the best you could. “But I beat them eventually.” And once you had, he’d rewarded you for your perseverance and victory with his hands and his tongue exploring all the places that made you squirm with pleasure.

It was then that your mother chimed in, both your parents asking more specific questions regarding Tomura’s major, which then led to him opening up a little more about his love for games in general. Even if most of the terms were merely odd combinations of letters to your parents— MMO, FPS, RTS, etc.— you’d come to learn all the lingo through Tomura.

It kind of felt like a secret language between you two in the company of those less versed in that world and that was something you took an odd sense of pride in. Plus, you liked seeing Tomura get passionate, the way his eyes widened with his smile as he shared facts about everything from code to character design.

“And what about your parents, Tomura?” your mother then asked. You knew it had been innocent enough, not meant to cause such a shift in mood from a sweet topic to a sour one.

But now you could practically feel Tomura tense in his chair beside you, despite only making physical contact with his ankle. So you did the only thing you could think to do.

“Oh my gosh!” you exclaimed, standing from the table after strategically checking the time on your phone, the evening nearing eight o’clock. “I’m sorry, Mom, but we have to go! We won’t make it to the ice cream place in time if we don’t leave now!”

Tomura gladly took the convenient cue to flee the table, thanking your parents for dinner once more before trailing after you back to your room to grab your shoes and rush out the door.

***

“Sorry about that…” you muttered with minor embarrassment as the two of you walked hand in hand, the neon lights of the ice cream bar blinking from down the block. The air had cooled down by now, giving a much needed reprieve from the stifling heat and humidity as a breeze wove itself through your hair and over your sun-kissed skin.

“Don’t worry about it…” Tomura assured you, giving your hand a light squeeze. “They were just asking. Anyway,” he shrugged, “it’s not like they know about everything…”

“Still though,” you said, leaning a little closer into his side while you two walked. “I don’t want you to ever feel like...” you have to be ashamed.

All he gave in response was a soft hum before kissing the top of your head, wrapping his arm around your waist to keep you close to him.

You two walked along in silence for a little while longer until you told him, “You know that, no matter what, you have a home here, right?”

You have a home with me wherever we are.

He gave a short, barely detectable nod, and you weren’t sure whether he was trying to convince you or himself that he believed those words. 

“I know,” he finally confirmed after you looked up at him wearing that concerned expression that reminded him how much he wanted to protect you, be the shoulder you could lean on like you’d been for him so many times before.

And you smiled then. Pure and sweet, the kind that Tomura still had trouble feeling worthy of.

But the more and more he was exposed to your honey-warm grin, the lilting chirp of your laughter, the velvet touch of your skin, the more he found himself leaning into those softer emotions of his own. Falling back and sinking in deep, allowing himself to be swallowed by it, allowing it to engulf him and carry him wherever it pleased.

Back to you, always, he realized.

It always carried him back to you.

“I was serious about what I said earlier though,” you then reminded him, picking up your lazy stride to a more determined pace. “The place really does close at eight. And I’m not letting you go all summer without trying the best ice cream ever.”

So, after you both had two double scooped waffle cones in hand, stealing a taste of each other’s favorite flavors when they started to melt too fast, you returned home, retreating safe and sound to your bedroom where your dog came bounding in to jump on your bed and snuggle with Tomura.

She’d have to share though, since you needed Tomura’s hands on you too, needed them to rub that sweet spot on your ribs that could, and often did, lull you to sleep.

You made it halfway through the movie you two had picked out this time, at least, before the both of you were all wrapped up in your blankets, in each other, dozing off after another summer’s day spent together.

And the best part of it all?

That you’d get to do it all again tomorrow.

Together.

Always together.

***

(Thank you for reading! I just had to write something for the summer season, and I’d been missing my college AU Tomura. I just love soft, shy, awkward Tomura so much, though I definitely gave him a little more confidence this time around ‘cause, well, ‘cause I guess I just can’t help myself haha.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed. Like I said in the beginning, this could technically be what wraps up this particular AU. But who knows, I might find some way to revisit it again.

Hope you’re all having a good summer <3 )