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gemini-sensei · 2 years ago

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Reader is popular but Demetri has a huge crush on her but somehow they end up having sex and Reader is really surprised because he is like a sex god and she's never had sex that good before

This dynamic 🤤🤤 it's my shit

Demetri Alexopoulos x Popular!Chubby!Reader

CW: monstercock!Demetri, mean girl!Reader, rough sex, multiple orgasms, mating press, begging, pet names: good/pretty girl, unprotected sex, slight breeding kink. (unedited)

"Oh my god," Yasmine sneers, her eyes narrowing as she looked down the hall. "Look at that geek."

Reader turns her head and giggles as she sees the one and only Demetri Alexopoulos walking their way. As he walks down the hall, he carries a large box diorama in his arms. It's decorated like an old room and filled with little painted figures inside. He's obviously recreated some historical event, but what really catches the girls' eyes is the costume he carries over his shoulder that matches his project. He holds his head up, clearly proud of his work, and the whole thing gives off big nerd energy.

Reader covers her mouth, hiding her laugh fairly obviously. "Oh wow."

"There's no way he's not a virgin," Yasmine whispers, her smile mean and wicked. She gives Demetri an uninterested look and speaks louder so he hears her. "No girl would ever want to fuck a guy like that."

He looks over, his bright expression dampening. His eyes dart between Reader and Yasmine, but settle on Reader in anticipation for her reaction.

Reader frowns and crosses her arms over her chest. She gives him a look up and down, then scoffs. "Right? What a nerd."

He cast his eyes down and he turns away, giving them the shoulder as if ignoring them. However, he can't. The girls are laughing behind his back even though he's right there. He hears them, but walks away.

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Reader twirls her pencil as she stares off into space, hardly paying attention to her science teacher. There are better things to think about than boring old science; it isn't as if any of that stuff has anything to do with her anyway. She watches the clouds roll by, that is until she hears the teacher call her name.

The class is getting paired off for research papers. It has to do with something about nature and climate change, but she hadn't been paying too much attention to all that when the teacher explained it. She's hoping to get paired up with someone super smart so she didn't have to do too much of the work.

"You'll be working with Mr. Alexopoulos."

Score! she thinks, a self-satisfied smile stretching over her lips. She looks over at Demetri, who is in the middle of turning bright red. Bringing her hand up, she flutters her fingers at him, laughing when his blush intensified. What my luck! A total nerd to do this little paper for me.

The bell rings overhead and everyone jumps up to leave. Reader takes her time, watching Demetri put away his notes, then she stands and walks over to his table. He looks up at her and his mouth falls open, as if he's staring at precious jewel. He doesn't say anything, which is perfectly fine with Reader.

"We can work on this whole paper over at my place," she tells him in a sugary sweet tone. She knows she should slather the sweetness on him after this morning's announcement of his virgin status. So she bats her eyelashes at him and smiles. "That's okay with you, right?"

"Yeah, yeah, totally fine with me," he stammers. He stands up and bumps his knee into the table in the process. He winces, but shakes it off fairly quickly as Reader laughs at his misfortune. He tries to play it cool. "Whatever you want."

"Do you drive?" she asks.

"No..." he answers lamely.

"That's okay," she assures him, smiling up at him. "Just me in the parking lot after school and we can go get it over with."

"Okay, see you..." She turns away sharply and walks to the door. He stares after her, starstruck. "...after school."

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Hours laters, Demetri finds himself sitting in Reader's bedroom. It's spacious, with enough room for a large bed and a little coffee table set up with a sofa in the corner. He has his textbook clutched in his lap and all his notes scattered about the table as he sits with her on the small couch. Their knees are touching and it's distracting him because it only serves to remind him how close she is.

For a girl that's super popular, she's actually pretty smart. Correction, he's learned that she only acts dumb in school. When he caught on to her hints for him to do all the work himself, he shut it down as nicely as possible, and then she had no problem jumping in and typing up some notes while he read from the textbook. He can't help watching her work, even though it was just some keystrokes on her laptop.

"This is so boring," she moans, setting her laptop down as they got to the end of the chapter.

She leans back and stretches her legs out. He can't help watching, his eyes dragging long her legs. She catches him looking and smirks, deciding to tease him a little. After all, it's obvious to her that he has a crush on her. She shimmies and stretches, making her dress ride up and expose more of her thighs. Then she stands up and continues to stretch, bending over to touch her toes, knowing her dress is a little too high...

Demetri gasps as he sees her panties between her thick thighs. He adverts his eyes, his cheeks warming up. He doesn't know if he's supposed to say anything or not, but in the meantime, his pants grow tight under the textbook.

Then his mind goes back to that morning. What an embarrassment to be called out as a virgin! He wants to set the record straight.

"i'm not a virgin, you know," he blurts out.

She turns to him, startled that he said anything about the topic at all. It wasn't exactly the topic of their previous discussion, and certainly not where she thought her teasing was going. "What?"

"I'm not a virgin like Yasmine said. I... I've had sex before."

She stares at him, still in a state of shock. Then she stands tall and crosses her arms over her chest. "Oh yeah? And who have you had sex with?"

"Well, I really shouldn't divulge that specific information..."

She scoffs and laughs at him. "Oh man, you're such a liar."

"I'm not lying."

"Then prove it."

He tosses the textbook aside and before she can see the sizable bulge in his pants, he pulls her down onto his lap. She gasps as she feels it press against her while he has her straddle his thigh. Then he pulls her in for a kiss. It's hard and has something to prove, which is quickly accomplished when as he puts his hand on the back of her neck and deepens the kiss. His tongue in her mouth before she really has time to think about it, and then he's sucking on hers as soon as she's processed everything else.

She's moaning and grinding down on his thigh, a wet patch quickly forming on her panties and transferring onto his jeans. She holds onto him for stability, his shirt clutched in her hands tightly.

He pulls away from her, leaving her tongue to hang out of her mouth, a thick string of saliva connecting it to his lips before it break. He tears his shirt off, ripping it from her hands and leaving her with nothing but his bare chest to hold on to.

"Wrap your arms around my neck," he told her, voice husky and panting. It sends shivers up her spine and she does as told, at which point he wraps one arm around her waist and his opposite hand grabs her ass. Then he stands up and she squeals, her arms tightening around him. He grunts into her ear, "I've got you, pretty girl."

As he carries her over to the bed, she things, Who are you and what have you done with Demetri?

Then she's dropped onto the bed and she bounces on top of her fluffy duvet. She looks up at Demetri and sees his darkened eyes, her pussy clenching around nothing. In the following instant, his hands are under her dress and pushing it up, grabbing and groping at her pudgy belly and fat tits. She moans and whines as he rubs his thumbs over her nipples, then roughly pulling her dress over her head.

His eyes drink in her nearly nude figure and she lays out for him, enjoying having his eyes on her. She undoes her bra and throws it away, letting her panties follow.

"Good girl," he tells her. He undoes his belt and jeans, shoving them off with his boxers, wasting no time. He smirks when she gasps at the sight of his cock. "Like what you see?"

She whimpers, closing her legs. "I-I don't know if that'll fit."

He gets onto the bed with her and crawls over her. He dives down to capture her lips with his and she moans, throwing her arms around him. His cock head bumps her wet folds and she jumps, but he lets it slide over her entrance slowly. He lays his cock on her belly as they make out, his hips pressed against hers.

When he pulls away, she looks down at his cock as she whimpers. "It's so big."

"Are you saying no?"

She looks up at him, then shakes her head.

"Then trust me. It'll fit," he assures her, then smirks. "Especially after I get a taste of you."

He then proceeds to move down her body, leaving ghosts of kisses along her skin. She whines with need as he teases her, kissing her inner thighs and over her hips before diving between her legs. When he throws her legs over his shoulders and buries his face in her cunt, she gasps softly, then moans as his tongue laps at her wet folds.

She reaches down to put a hand in his hair, gripping tightly at the dark strands as a suggestion to slow down. It's one he doesn't take and she says nothing of it as she sighs with pleasure, tugging on his hair as he slips his tongue in and out of her. He's groaning lowly each time she pulls on his hair and it only drives him to eat her out better, eventually getting to the point that it's a sloppy, noisy mess happening between her cunt and his tongue.

He makes her come hard and doesn't even stop tongue fucking her, seeing her through her orgasm so that he can quickly bring her to another one. When she squirts the second time, he lets his mouth hang open to catch as much of it as he can, then he's sitting back on his knees to look down at her.

Reader is a glorious panting mess under him, glistening wet between her legs and all over her thighs. He runs his hand over her pussy lips, spreading her wetness all over and getting it all over his hand before he strokes his cock. He watches the rise and fall of her chest as she watches him lube himself up with her essence. Knowing her eyes are on him turns him on that much more and he comes to sit between her legs, rubbing the head of his cock between her wet folds. He makes her whine and whimper when he hits it against her swollen clit and he smiles down at her.

"Please, please put it in," she whimpers under him. Her hips push up to seek out more friction from his cock. "Please..."

"Are you begging for me?"

She stays quiet for a moment before nodding. "Yes."

"Good girl," he mutters, making her hole clenches around nothing. "Beg some more."

"Please, Demetri, I need you," she cries out, pathetically trying to rut her hips up to his. All it does is make rub her cunt over his length. "Please fuck me. Please please please."

He bites his lips as he watches her, then grabs behind her knees and pushes them up to put her legs over his shoulders. She whines as he slowly drags his cock over her pussy until the tip comes to her wet, open lips. Pre cum leaks from his slit and smears over hole, making his groan. Unable to tease her or himself any longer, he pushes the head in and watches it sink into her needy and tight cunt. It pops in and he feels like she's trying to strangle his tip.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he grunts, but continues to push into her. All Reader can do is moan under him, clawing at the bedsheets. He pulls out a few inches and pushes them back into her, working her open so she can take his whole cock. He does that ever so often, watching her cunt stretch around his thick length. "Feels so good. Do you feel good, Reader?"

She nods with a soft, low whine. Her fists are clenched tight with the bedsheets as she feels him sink into her further and further. She's watching the point where they're connected, already panting hard as her walls squeeze around his shaft. It's so big, she feels him reaching depths she had no idea were actually possible.

When he reaches the half way point, he starts trusting in order to work the rest of himself into her. He take ahold of her knees again and pushes them down to her chest. She squeals and he feels her open up for him just a little more, so he pushes into her until his hips meet her ass.

"Oh my god!" she lets out. Her legs are shaking and she reaches up for him, only able to grab his hands that are hooked behind her knees. She feels him in her guts and butted up against her cervix, making her babble almost incoherently. "Do fuckin' deep. You're gonna destroy me... Fuck me up..."

"I'm gonna ruin you for any other cock," Demetri grunts. He stays still, letting her get used to the feeling of his big, fat cock stretching her out and reaching so deep. "You're not gonna want anyone else, pretty girl."

He slips a hand from under her grip and reaches down to grope and squeeze her tit. She moans and tries to wiggle under him, but he has her folded in half and pressed into the mattress tight. As he toys with her nipple, her eyes roll up and her cunt gushes warm arousal. With that, he starts to pull back, only a few inches, before slamming back into her.

She screams as he batters her poor cervix, as if trying to beat it open. His pace is hard, but not too rough. It's well paced and even, allowing any changes should she ask for them; either to slow down or be gentle. Despite his dominance and need to prove her wrong, she felt secure under him. If anything, the position he had her in made her feel so safe - she didn't have to do anything but take it. There was something so glorious about it.

As he fucks her, it's loud. Her cunt continues to gush slick and make loud squelching sounds as he pushes in and out of her. She's screaming and trembling under him, his balls slapping against her ass as her thighs shake. She doesn't even try to be quiet, not that anyone else is around to hear. It only means she can't hear his low grunts as he watches his length disappear in her fat cunt.

She's so close already, the vein running along his shaft rubbing against her g-spot with each thrust. Her poor clit sits swollen and throbbing as he fucks her, unable to do anything about it. She wants to, but her brain is too foggy to think about touching herself, let alone actually doing it. All she can do is lay there and cry out for Demetri to make her come.

" 'm so close! Please, please, I wanna come! Please make me come, Dem! Please please please!"

He licks his lips, watching her hazy eyes. He tweaks her nipple and makes her yelp. "You wanna come?"

She nodded vigorously, whining loudly.

He drags his hand down her body, groping at her soft belly as he makes his ways down to her clit. He presses his thumb into it and rubs fast circles into it, making her cry out loudly. She struggles to try and move with the jolts of pleasure, but soon comes to a stop as it only takes a few strokes to her bundle of nerve to make her come.

Her body quakes under him, her head thrown back as she calls out his name. her orgasm washes over her, making a wet mess between them as she creams over his fat cock. It makes a thick ring around his back and clings to her stretched out pussy lips, adding a loud smack-smack-smack to the song being made between their bodies.

Accompanied by her hoarse voice screaming his name with a chorus of yeses.

Velvet walls constrict around him, her cervix puckering as she tries to milk him dry. It's enough to push him over the edge.

He makes two hard thrusts and bottoms out in her tight, clenching cunt before he falls apart. He presses himself against her harshly, groaning her name as his heavy balls draw up and his thighs tremble. He comes inside her, watching her blissed out face as she gasps at the first torrent of his hot cum filling her.

"Fuck, fuckfuckfuck, good girl. My fucking pretty girl. Take my cum. Fucking take it," he grunts, then leans down to kiss her. He squishes her thighs into her soft belly and she moans, but he eats it up as he presses his lips to hers. She reaches up and grabs the back of his neck, whining into his mouth. He mumbles hotly, "Take me so well, pretty girl."

There kiss doesn't late long, as they're panting messes and need the air. He can feel the way he's filled her with a hefty load, some of it leaking out around the tight seal around his cock and dripping down his balls. As it all comes to an end, he starts to pull out of her and more of their mixed cum gushes out of her Once the tip of his cock pops out, it's like a waterfall that makes a puddle under her ass. He just eases her legs down and starts massaging her sore thighs and hips.

"How was that for the supposed virgin?" he asks.

She hums, looking up at him as he awaits her answer. All she can muster up is a smile and a feeble "totally not a virgin...."

Then she looks down at her gaping, stuffed full hole. All she can see is her cum covered thighs and mound, feeling the way it twitches from the intense fuck she just had.

"You came inside me..."

His hands continue to work into her pudgy thighs, his lip caught between his lip as he drops his eyes to her used cunt. Another fat glob of his cum leaks out and he scoops it up with his fingers before pushing it back into her. "And?"

She moans, "I could get pregnant."

He can't help grinning. "Good. Let everyone see how good I fuck you."

Her hole clenches around his fingers and he chuckles. He leans over her and kisses her, pulling his digits from her sensitive pussy. Gathering her up in his arms, he pulls her close and lays with her on top of him. They make out on her bed, knowing good and well this won't be the only time they do this.

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nsaint1 · 6 months ago

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hey . how to start self care without much expense

Hey ♡

here are some ways you can start self care without much expense

Journaling! - Just need a pen and paper. We are emotional beings who think A LOT. Start journaling to help yourself not bottle in emotions or thoughts.

Reading positive affirmations - save them in your notes. Try to use I am statements. Affirmations help with confidence, self reassurance, self esteem, and sticking to and accomplishing personal goals!

Reading your Bible - aaah the only book you read that reads you back! I look at reading my Bible like it’s therapy. It’s difficult and uncomfortable but yet so beautiful bc you’re changing within! You may not see the results right away but you will see the difference in how you think and act eventually

Change what you watch or listen to - music, movies, and tv shows have a huge impact on our moods, behaviors, and self perception. Try to only listen and watch things that are positive and leave you feeling happy

Going for a walk - just go outside and go for a walk! It’s stress relieving and helping with your physical fitness

Make healthier food choices - research has proven that eating healthier helps with your mental health! Plus self care is physical health too. Happy body, happy mind! - now for more physical self care things

DIY body scrub - all you need is sugar, honey, and whatever oil you have on hand! Try to exfoliate 2-3 days a week for radiant glowy skin (if you want to use it for your face too, just only use the sugar and honey, do not include the oil! You can use it on your lips too)

Cleaning and painting your nails at home - I find painting my nails so therapeutic and fun (plus you can change your nail color whenever!)

Oiling your hair and nails daily for health and growth

Doing a lymphatic drainage massages on your face every morning for sculpting and depuffing

Put castor oil on your eyebrows and eyelashes every night for growth!

make some rice water or rosemary water to spray in your hair for hair growth

#self love #self care #answered

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blackbirdsinatrenchcoat · 1 month ago

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HI I SAW THE FANART OF YOUR OCS AND I LOVE IT, CAN YOU TELL ME ABOUT THEM???

aaaaaaa!!!!! absolutely!!!! thank you for asking!!!! ( in ref to this post ) okAY so they’re all embodiments/deifications of the seasons, Winter is top left, Summer is top right, Spring is bottom left, and you guessed it, Thaw is bottom right. (Autumn would be there but I don’t have its design yet sob.)

Winter: Gender? I Hardly Know Her! sapphic, they/he/she, doesn’t like you and isn’t afraid to say it, nice once you get to know them (you will never know them), definitely does weed, So Tall Literally What The Heck Man, genuinely terrifying, Doesn’t Know, hasn’t heard of a self esteem, survives off of instant ramen and tap water,

Spring: Just A Little Guy, biromantic gray-ace, he/him, nicest dude, all your pets and kids and siblings like him, has not had a full night of sleep since the dawn of time, flowery coffee mug full of hard liquor, places worth in his actions, would be an alcoholic but is too scared to accidentally get violent,

Summer: Prettiest Princess, pan, she/they, smiley, super friendly, pretends to like you but fantasizes about feeding your corpse to the vultures, in denial about everything, 5 3 but has 6ft aura, photographic memory, can bat her eyelashes and get away with murder

Autumn (not here :( ) :That Thing, demiromantic ace, he/it, no clue what is going on, accidentally funny, tries its best to make people like it, fails miserably, Wet Cat, does not believe in self care, incredible chef, like things with instructions cus they’d heard to mess up,

Thaw: Whatever You Want, Baby *wink*, bi demiromantic, xe/he/she, flirty as heck, infinite rizz, “your honor, nuh uh,” tbhkinda mean, passive aggressive about everything, knows exactly what to get people as gifts, really good at reading people,

im dumping the lore under the cut bc i saw the words “ocs” and “tell me” in the same sentence and got a bit too excited

The first three were created by Sun and Moon, but Thaw is an “artificial season”, made by Winter and Spring. They all have full power over their domain, and can create elements of their season. Winter is the patron of cloven animals, that which is already dead, guiding of souls to the afterlife, pottery, mourning, and they were the first season to exist, as they prepare the earth for life to Spring forth. get it. cause you know. Winter and then Spr ok i’m done. Spring is the patron of the beginning of life (as in babies and kids and stuff), guiding new souls into bodies, the waters, music, plant life, reptiles, and all aquatic animals. Summer is the patron of life(as in actual living), creatures of the air(besides bats) and insects, care if they physical body, fertility, and visual art, like paintings n drawings and things that go on a flat surface.

Autumn is a bit different. The 3 previous seasons were made by both Moon and Sun, the former having existing longer than the latter. The Primordials simply came into being, but Moon was first. Cus of a lot of creation myths and stories start with darkness, and then light. So Moon was there, and then Sun. They got bored of sitting and staring at an empty space rock. So they made the Seasons, and gifted them with creation.

It was just the first 3 for a while, but Sun got resentful. Moon was always the one who had the ideas, and executed them, and Sun hated that Moon was loved more by the Seasons, even though Sun was kinder. Sun decided to prove Sun was just as good at creating as Moon, so Sun made Autumn. Autumn was lacking morality, kindness, the ability to communicate, and was basically a shell of what it could have been.

The 3 eventually met Autumn, and since they were gifted with creation, they did their best to ‘fix’ Autumn. And they did, but not perfectly, since only a Primordial is the only being that can make fundamental changes like that. So Autumn is a little odd. It’s still learning how to be ‘human’ but it Knows and it Loves. And that’s all anyone can ask. Autumn is the patron of death(like the actual cease of life), removing of souls from bodies, harvest, all animals with paws, he art of writing in any form, and physical illness.

Thaw, on the other hand, was made by Winter and Spring pretty early on, a little bit before the 3 met Autumn. They got curious about the extent of their creation power, and created the first Lesser, Thaw. Inconveniently for them, Thaw was not created as an adult or even a teen, Thaw came to be as small child, about 4-5 in our years. So imagine two teens trying to raise a baby. Even though Spring is the patron of babies n kids n stuff, Winter stepped up, and tried to parent. Spring ended up taking Thaw at relative age 16, but until then, it was a weird coparenting thing.

Once Thaw was old enough to be independent, he held a lot of resentment for his “parents”, especially Winter. It took a while to reconcile, and his relationship with Winter is still strained, but everyone tries their best. Thaw is the patron of all hibernating animals, musical instruments, sleet and small streams, and all those with complicated families.

As society progresses, the rift between Sun and Moon deepens, and they start fighting, hence the end of the world. To the seasons, it’s like parents divorcing in the messiest way possible and also everyone and everything is dying. So they do their best to protect humanity (cus humans are a thing by then), and life as we know it. While also falling in love and stuff. Also they can’t die until the world is gone so.

And uhhh yeah :3 that’s all i can think of rn, but there’s definitely more except it’s 2am. this entire thing was heavily inspired by Wasteland, Baby! by Hozier, PORTALS by Melanie Martinez, and How to Build an Ocean: Instructions by Bears in Trees. Shoutout Fruit Gummy friend for maybe butterfly effect causing this by introducing me to Bears in Trees and shoutout to that other person who did the shit that causes the breakdown that caused me to put on Bears in Trees to calm down that caused me to have the first inspiration.

thank you for asking, Saturn, genuinely, and when are we scheduling the wedding?

#WOUF that’s it! i’ve be typing for half an hour and me hands hurt #also because of this every time someone asks me what my favorite season is i just picture these guys ;w;#anyways #ty for the ask!#blue talks #oc yapping

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potionio · 1 year ago

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hello love. if you don’t mind me asking, how do you edit your cas photos? especially having two of your simmies in one photo? i’m dumb and wanna learn how to edit.

Hi there!

I use a mixture of photoshop, clip studio paint and just reshade! More info under the cut! (also you're def not dumb, it's a learning process w anything creative!!)

Now to begin with, I use SRWE with a resolution w 3000x3000 when I take my screenshots, and I've recently started using relight with my shader to ensure additional light sources.

I take about 15 pose variation photos for each cas post! After this I open both of them in photoshop! Once opened in whatever editing software you're using choose the select tool and select around the sim.

ctrl+v it into your other screenshot, and position them next to each other. Then just remove any excess background that is taking up too much space. I tend to change the opacity of my layer to make sure they're lined up (this is why I like the mirror CAS background, I can just make sure the reflections are on the same length lmao)

Cut your two little simmies out together once you've merged their layers and put them in a new image!

After this I do my general editing process which is a fuck ton of actions

(these handy dandy things!)

To change exposure, lighting etc. After this i do

Filter - > Oil Paint (my settings on this differ) And then followed by Sharpen -> Smart Sharpen.

NOW, at this point I export it as a png and open it up in clip studio paint. I edit things that stand out to me, adding eyelashes, strands of hair etc, making eyes glow.

This can be pretty time consuming tbh bcs sometimes I fix clipping so I have to recreate whole hands and shit, but either way, this process is different for everyone and would take me way longer to explain and I'm already doing real badly at explaining THIS process lmao.

Once you've finished your touch ups, save the file and go back into photoshop and do whatever edits you have to do to get the end results you want if you're not happy with it!

I typically tend to throw noise filters over it, fuck around w exposure etc. Below you can see the same face through different steps of the process!

If you have any questions literally just ask me, I am quite bad at explaining things bcs I'm a visual teacher and I have only taught two lessons in my life, one on history and the other on an art program lmao.

#omen answers #omen teaches #what a tag

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pwblogarchive · 3 months ago

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October 2007

10/05/07 Q&A

question

do YOU have any FOB songs on your ipod? or whatever it is you use to listen to music. or maybe, i should say, do you OWN any FOB cd’s, and like, listen to them. (haha, can’t get out of this question, cause even if you don’t own an mp3, i know you must have at LEAST a cd player. i mean. come ON) that’s all :D

answer

yes i own every fall out boy record. some i love some i hate…. truth be told i lose an ipod a month about.

question

Have you accomplished all of you lifes goals?

answer

nah there are a few cliffs in the southern hemisphere that are begging to be jumped off in the nude. there are a few more ideas out that just wont stop sparking in my head. ill get to them before it doesnt matter. we got some life left in us

October 7, 2007

a poem for you:

and then came a baby boy with long eyelashes

and daddy said "you gotta show the world the thunder"

im a madman, you think yr gonna stop me now

yr down on the ground and im gonna kick that last belief out of your mouth

and your parents bedroom is just armor you cant wear anymore

and i dont shine like i did before

even the young ones become irrelevant by yesterday

they always bring up how i changed

and i did at least twice a day

never the same person when i go to sleep or when i wake

we are all fighting growing old in hope of a few more minutes

to turn it around and make st. peters list

we are all just cave paintings

pinch yrself just to know you exist

theres a statute of limitations on the laws of attractions

dont forget

lower yr standars cos it aint gonna get any better than this

me and my "coffin sized friends"

were only fighting over the seat with the best view

to watch the end

when i die please make me a legend

so i dont have to come back and try again

look down, anyone can play a bad hand

god himself wouldnt understand my plans

im in production of reduction:

artificially sweetened limelight

pryed so many shells open

but only found sand inside

a wasps wings are as good as a moths

when theyre both in the pool turned upsidedown

ive got an obsession with legacy,

being murdered, and seaside towns

ive screamed my insides out and

been photographed coming undone

im pretty sure i could live until forever

and not know anyone

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life is steady. dont fail me.

ill stick out the rounds and wait for the count.

i love you.

October 13, 2007

“patronus.”

fixed gear friends with their handrolled tobacco

wearing scarves indoors

having abandoned che prints to the mall and taken up wearing the garb of the intifada

gaza chique

vintage misery

keep pumping the problems out

even if noones listening

or ever was

what if first timers really referred to cherries and not to crime

what if you could take it all back

been hiding in the house since becoming a househould name

except not rly

i fear that things i hate in myself are the only things youve ever loved

and just because youve read every book on life doesnt mean you have ever lived

Posted by xoat 1:42 AM

#fall out boy #pete wentz #livejournal

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silasopossum · 7 months ago

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just got the notification that my base is officially in transit to the USA, so im gonna discuss my plans for him rq :]

so basically, all my fursonas have historically been feline (once i got over my horse art phase. i was never really connected to my horse sona anyways). i WOULD have gotten a feline headbase, but the problem with that is very few makers specifically sell a BOBCAT base, it's usually a canadian lynx or domestic cat or lion or something. cool, but i love focusing on small details in species differences so it would bug me forever if i put my bobcat fursona on a canadian lynx base. the other issue is that if i DID make a fursuit for my bobcat sona, i would 100% want a realistic base, since her cartoony design changes so often. plenty of makers sell realistic 3d printed or resin bases, however i am NOT confident in my ability to transfer a realistic design onto a base myself (especially since most realism fursuits involve airbrushing. i dont think i could do that well in an ideal environment, much less my 115 square foot bedroom which is my only workspace). i just dont feel i would be able to do her justice... and i wouldnt really want a toony styled head for my actual fursona.

and making a base myself isn't an option because 1. i cant even sculpt clay symmetrically, it'd drive me crazy if i tried it and 2. aforementioned tiny apartment problems. im not dealing with foam going everywhere... OR learning how to 3d model and print or resin pour or whatever else people use to make fursuits.

so i was looking through makers just for funsies and then i found the opossum base by ligris cybernetics / ligrisprints. and idk why but every ounce of my impulsive body decided "YES. OPOSSUM FURSUIT. NOW." ive never even had an opossum fursona before so i have no idea why i was suddenly so sure about it. but i was! so i decided to just make a new character specifically for this project.

i decided on the name silas (at the URL implies) and i designed a quick character on the fly, based entirely off of photos of real opossums instead of already having an idea. this was interesting for me, since i didnt realize how common the white spots on opossum ears are? i always thought they were only black, but most photos i found showed a little bit of pink/white so i added it to the design

(quick sketch, drawn over the sale image on ligris cybernetics' website. i also loosely based this off of the stylization of my one other opossum character's design. the black bits under the eyes are going to be eyelashes, cut out of felt. the grey will PROBABLY be fur markings, but i might change that to black felt too)

opossums are also fairly easy to design, since they are typically recognizable with only two fur colors (white and grey), and their faces are usually mostly white. it'll be easier for me if i only have to buy two fur colors.

another thing i'm planning on is having handpaws- this will be easy since opossums always have naked fingers... so i'm planning on just buying a pair of fingerless gloves and adding fur to the glove part and leaving my fingers out. will be much easier to wear too

one thing im unsure of is how to fur a moving jaw... ill need to look up some tutorials for this. because i think if i dont add at least a little fur around the hinge, the mouth will look way too wide...

another small issue is that this maker tells tpu ears for basically any species EXCEPT opossums. so my plan is to buy some fosshape plastic and make ears out of that? ill also add minky fur OR felt to them to add the color patterns. i havent decided between the two yet, but i think painting the ears would look strange? even if it's technically more accurate for the real animal.

i also got some fur color swatches a few weeks ago. getting swatches from fursuitsupplies, i tried out baby pink monster, silver lux fox, super short white, silver beaver, and silver lux shag. i like the color of the silver lux fox best, but the texture of the lux shag seems better for an opossum character, so i'm unsure. the beaver feels nice but is too short for what i want the longer bits of fur to be. the super short is nice, but i will still probably get the fur all in one length and just shave it. the monster fur feels gross to touch so i'm definitely not using that. i already know what minky fabric is like so i didn't bother getting samples for that (but i probably will order samples when i decide concretely on what fur to get once the base comes in, just to be sure of the color before i spend money on it).

i'm thinking of covering the nose of the base with pink minky OR pink felt, but i'm not sure if that would work with the base, so i'll decide that once i actually get my hands on it. otherwise, i will be painting it. i also think i'm gonna make a tongue with minky fabric

tail will also be a thing. since opossum tails are prehensile, i want to make it posable... i thought about using plastic ball joints / doll spines, but i know from my longfurby adventures that those are kind of heavy, so i think i will use wire instead.

not gonna bother with a bodysuit, those sound hellish to walk around in. i'm just gonna wear long sleeves and long pants

another thing i an excited / nervous about is adding hair... i want silas to have hair. SPECIFICALLY revenge era gerard way hair

and i know a lot of fursuit makers create hair by putting together pulled-out yarn OR brushing out fur both ways... but i don't like how that looks. since if were meant to believe that a plush in the case of a fursuit tail is flesh, and fur is their actual skin/fur... then it's just like... amorphous globosus... or a gigantic skin tag / tumor... TO ME... many fursuits make this look amazing don't get me wrong but i just couldnt get it out of my head if it was on my own suit. so i decided that i'm going to try and weft the hair, like in this tutorial? https://www.tiktok.com/@chaoticreations/video/7334668616350092577 (sorry for tiktok link, i know this creator uploads to youtube but i couldn't find the short) and this one https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vo4FCmT1DP8 i'm thinking that depending on how i'm able to fur the head, i might be able to make a kind of wig thing that magnets on? i don't want to add the hair directly onto the head in case it looks like shit and i get tired of it, so i want it easily removable. might use velcro instead... also want it really long in the back.

i also got the eye mesh pre-installed on the head by the maker. which will be easy for me if i like it... however i DID request slit pupils and i'm second guessing that decision right now. i'm also unsure if i shouldve made them green instead of grey... but i guess i'll see it once it arrives :]

i also was JUST barely in the sizing for a "small" size head according to this maker, but just to be safe i ordered a "medium" size head instead. if it's to big (which it probably will be), i'm going to add foam inside, which will probably make it more comfortable anyways. iirc you can also use foam to hide the hinges in moving jaws? so i can just use the foam for that too. not sure yet.

and i already have sandpaper and stuff for sanding down the 3d print. just gotta wait for it to arrive... probably a month since it's gonna go from poland to the usa... if it gets lost in shipping i WILL cry (since mail people love to just not deliver to my apartment complex. because apartments are haaaaaaaard to deliver to (even though all the doors are easily accessible from the street with no key necessary)...)

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elysian-i · 3 years ago

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Blood Like Poison

Summary: Tom Riddle would ruin her and himself if that meant that she could be his forever.

Warnings: Smut. Toxic Behaviours. Dumbification, Knifeplay, Blood. Slytherin/Pureblood!Reader. Tom Riddle x Reader.

a/n: the fic is a bit dark, and any toxic elements in it are not meant to be romanticized. the plot is messy, it's mainly just a toxic smut.

NAVIGATION

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Obsessive. Possessive.

Not something that you would take as an endearment. Not something pure and filled with love.

No, this was far from a love story.

He wasn't capable of that. He wouldn't ever be able to.

But she was his. She would always be his.

—

It started with a smile. A simple gesture. But something within him changed.

Nothing would be the same after that.

Not for you; not for him.

He approaches you the same day, he's not fucking patient, he gets whatever he wants.

He was confident in the way he walked. He had every reason to be.

You sat up at the astronomy tower, the night sky was gloomy. Darkness spread across it, not a single celestial being in it.

"Hello" he speaks, and takes a seat beside you,

For a moment, your heart seems to stop. Tom Fucking Riddle sat beside you.

Of course you'd been bewitched by him. He was all but a fantasy. "Hi, Tom" your voice was soft, light— so unlike him.

He smirks, eyes traveling round the curves and edges of your body— you did the same.

There was no color in his eyes, they were only dark orbs, and the only colour in them would be the one they reflected. His hair the same. Soft curls in them. A wonderful contrast to his pale white skin.

How could a person be so beautiful?

"Enjoying the view are we?" He chuckles— darkly.

"I- was just- just"

"You're lucky you're pretty, wouldn't let anyone else have the privilege to gawk at me like that"

—

Tom Riddle laid on top of you, almost naked, thin fabrics that lay on both of you preventing you both to be connected.

He took his time, kissed along your body as if trying to memorize every thing on it. Every flaw, every perfection.

A throaty groan came from him as your bra was clasped open. A full view of your breasts in front of him. He leans down, brushes his thumb across the nipple.

You feel his mouth on the inside of your breast, he sucks hard on it, leaving marks for you or perhaps for him.

Teeth. You feel them graze along your skin and you shudder at it. His tongue licks at your buds, flicks them. They harden at his ministrations and he sucks on them; seductively.

"Fuck" a moan tumbles out from your lips, and grins, holding you even tighter in his arms.

"I want you, please"

He chuckles— a devil's laugh is what it sounded like.

"You want me, darling?" He speaks raggedly, his breath is heavy.

"Please, Tom"

Your panties are off, ripped in a second and now you're completely bare— vulnerable. He sighs at the sight.

Beautiful— he thinks, but he never says it.

His tip prods at your entrance, teasing your slit with it, it slides up to your clit, tapping against it lightly.

And then he pushes in, a quiet hiss coming from him. His fingers wrap around you even more possessively.

Tom thrusts inside you sharply, his movements hard from the start. Brutal; merciless. You're whimpering, shaking, as he pounds inside of you.

"Such. A. Dumb. Pretty. Slut" Every word accompanied by a pounce from him, he degraded you; he wanted you to feel beneath him.

His teeth clash, they take breaths away from you. He thrusts faster, harder. Reaching a spot in you that paints stars.

Blurred vision. Words Insensible.

A mess beneath him. Like you always were to. You cry— tears stuck in your eyelashes and he laughs and he pulls more tears from you.

He wants you to hurt.

Grunting, he pushes in deeper. And then you fall apart. Euphoria. Euphoria. Euphoria. That's all it was. Pure fucking bliss.

He hisses through his teeth, pulls out and white ropes of cum are spread over you.

Claimed; Conquered.

—

Damnation.

The whole night was damned.

Now he was obsssesed. Obsessed with the idea of you. Obsssesed with the idea of possessing you.

He wanted to be your master; and you were to merely be his slave.

Tom thinks you'll run, for sanity's sake you would. Yet, when he steps inside your room, you would be there.

You'd sold your soul.

His belt would be off, he'd walk over to your chair and sit on it as if it were a throne. You'd be on your knees.

Please him. That was your duty. His lenght would be in your mouth, you would choke, gasp for air, yet his grip never fell.

Then he'd have you on his bed, hand around your neck, dark marks that his fingers and mouth had left the previous night refreshed.

He held you like you were his. Fucking into you until only he made sense. Everything else didn't matter. It was just him.

Your world had minuted down entirely to Tom Riddle.

"You're such a mess" he would say, pounding deeper "Just a babbling dumb little baby"

He would spill inside of you now. It gave him a sense of claim. A sense that you were his property, his to be asserted, his to be owned.

It wasn't enough. He wanted to love you. But he couldn't. No matter how much he wanted to— he couldn't.

He wasn't capable of love.

For him, love was entirely a concept that he would understand through worn out smooth creamed pages of a book.

Nothing more. Nothing less.

He merely was a devil. He wasn't entirely sure if he could even call himself that. Because even the devil himself was once and angel, but his entire being was absolute evil.

If not through your heart, if not through your soul, he would carve himself in your skin.

A knife, a sharp edge on it. Blood drawn out. Scarlet shinning, decorating your skin. The feel poisonous, the blood poisonous.

Him, poisonous.

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softiem · 3 years ago

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you used to paint his skies (pt. 2)

pairing: Bokuto Koutarou x GN!Reader

overview: The one in which Bokuto is still swearing up and down that he loves you, but the nagging feeling in your chest is too strong to ignore.

word count: ~4.3k

content warnings: mentions of cheating, swearing, MSBY!Bokuto, mildly suggestive scene at the end (no nsfw), our baby Bokuto kind of loses it at the end, don’t let the fluffy interludes deceive you again

notes: I’M SO SORRY FOR LITERALLY BEING DEAD FOR 6 MONTHS,,, Here’s the second part to “you used to paint his skies” :D (I think this is better than part one — at least I hope so). Some people asked to be tagged for this second part, so those will be below. Thank you for reading, darlings ʕ ´•̥̥̥ ᴥ•̥̥̥`ʔ <333

part one.

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“Baby?”

Faint sniffles came from Bokuto, whose head was currently nestled on your lap, the two of you strewn across the sofa. His arms were wrapped tight around your waist, as if he were afraid that holding you any looser would cause you to disappear from his arms. His voice was quiet, meek — nothing like the loud, boisterous ball of energy you’d grown to adore, to cherish.

To fall in love with.

Now, here the both of you were, a pile of cracked and fragmented pieces of the love you once shared, desperately grasping at whatever you could salvage from the mess.

You hummed a response.

“Are we gonna be okay?” Bokuto turned his head, his eyes staring up at you — wide, teary, and filled with a broken sense of hope.

In an attempt to avoid breaking down a third time, you cleared your throat. You still couldn’t look down at him, into his eyes that seemed to praise your very existence, even after the pain you caused.

“Please.” His voice cracked.

“Let’s not talk about that right now, Kou-Bokuto.”

He bit his lip roughly, enough to bite into the skin and draw a slight trace of blood. Choking on a weak sob, he nestled his head into your stomach once more. He couldn’t stop you from calling him that name anymore; he’d lost that privilege.

What could he have been asking for? For you to simply just call him your Koutarou again? For you not to leave him and stay in his arms? For you to kiss him and wipe those tears running from his pretty eyes as you tell him you’ll love him forever, no matter what?

Quite honestly, Bokuto didn’t know what he was asking of you; he didn’t know what he wanted from you.

The only thing running through his mind was the fact that he’d just ruined the best thing to ever happen to him.

You.

You, the love of his life. He knew you like the back of his hand.

He knew how, despite your small tendency to be romantically constipated, you tried your best to love him — even to the point of using stupidly cheesy pet names for each other.

– – – – –

“Please, baby!” Bokuto had your hands tightly grasped in his. “I swear, if you do this for me, I won’t ever ask you for anything else for the rest of my life — okay, that’s a lie because I really want ice cream after this, but you know what I mean!”

“Kou.” You drew in a breath. “I’m saying yes to the ice cream later, but those are the cheesiest pet names I have ever heard of.”

You saw the way Bokuto visibly deflated as he heard your soft rejection of his idea.

For the rest of the night (after stopping by the store and getting yourselves two tubs of ice cream, of course), the two of you sat cuddled up on the sofa half-paying attention to whatever B-list movie was recommended to you. Occasionally, you would hear Bokuto let out a deep sigh, most likely to try and guilt trip you into doing what he asked of you earlier.

Turning your head to face him, you grinned at the little pout on his lips as his eyes bore holes into the TV screen.

“Hey, Kou.”

Nothing. His attention stayed glued to the TV. The only sign that showed he’d heard you was the deepening of his pout.

“Koutaro, pretty boy. I’m talking to you,” you giggled.

Still nothing. You racked your brain for all of the possible ways this could end — every one of them resulted in the same thing.

Sighing, you brought up a finger to poke at his cheek. “Hey, dovey.”

If Bokuto were a dog, his ears would have stood straight up and his tail would have started wagging as he whipped his head around to look at you.

“Say that again,” he demanded, his eyes wide and sparkling and the corner of his lips twitching, just barely restraining a smile.

When you didn’t reply, his fingers prodded at your side — a promise to tickle you if you didn’t humour him right now.

“Say it again! Who am I?”

“You’re my dovey.”

“And who are you?”

You struggled to fight the urge to curl up into yourself as you answered him, “I’m your lovey.”

“And what are we together?” Bokuto brought his face closer to yours, his eyes going back and forth between your eyes and lips.

“We’re lovey dovey.” You completed it with a pair of awkward jazz hands.

With that, Bokuto’s face split into a blinding smile as his laughter rang through the living room. He brought you tight into his arms and buried his face into the crook of your neck.

“Yes! I knew you could do it, lovey!” Your cheeks grew warm as you were subjected to his rain of kisses on your face.

Pulling him in for one last kiss to your lips, you whispered, “I love you so much, Kou.”

– – – – –

He knew how he was always the first thing on your mind; you’d put him as your first priority without fail, no matter how busy you were, even when he hadn’t put you as his.

– – – – –

Bokuto stared up at the crisp, white ceiling — hospitals were never a fun place to be in. He was broken from his thoughts when the door to his room burst open, revealing you in your ever-ethereal work clothes rushing toward him.

“Babe! Are you alright?” Stopping at the side of his bed, you brought his hand up to place a kiss on his knuckles.

Bokuto let out a light laugh as he intertwined his fingers with yours. “Yeah, it’s just a sprained ankle. Nothing to worry about, honey.”

“What do you mean ‘nothing to worry about’? Your coach said that you’d have to be out for two weeks!”

“That’s not too much! It’s not like I’ll be missing the whole season, angel.”

“But, Kou, you also have to–”

Bokuto stopped your worried rambling as he pulled you down, giving you a soft kiss on your lips and cheeks. He gave you a smile.

“Stop worrying, baby! Everything will be fine because I have the cutest, smartest, and kindest nurse to help me recover, right?”

“And who’s that?” You sent him a teasing look as your hands shuffled through your pockets looking for your phone.

“You, silly!” He paused before staring up at you in concern. “You are going to take care of me, right, baby?”

“I don’t know about that, Kou. Work has been hectic lately.” You pulled out your phone.

“But I’m injured! And I’m your boyfriend too! You can’t just leave your injured boyfriend alone to fend for himself! Baby!” Walking away from his bed, you exited the hospital room, tapping away on your phone.

A few minutes passed before you returned, seeing Bokuto sulking in the hospital bed, a familiar pout on his lips.

Your eyes softened as you gave him a smile. “Guess who just got two weeks off?”

– – – – –

The foundation of your relationship was built upon the fact that the two of you knew each other like no other; you loved each other like no other.

So how had everything culminated into such a mess?

“Bokuto.” You felt the way his body stiffened as you called his name.

“Yes,” he hesitated, “honey?”

“Do you remember what I told you a couple years ago? About what I thought of love?”

Feeling a prickling sensation in his nose, Bokuto squeezed his eyes shut, forcing out a few tears that had collected on his eyelashes.

His voice came out hoarse and weak as he whispered, “I could never forget.”

– – – – –

The sky was enveloped in a cloak of darkness, but not even the onslaught of exhaustion could prevent the two of you from leaning back on the picnic blanket to stare up at the shimmering stars.

“Baby?” Bokuto turned his head to where you lay beside him. You hummed in response, half of your attention taken by the stars.

“What do you think about love?”

You raised an eyebrow, rolling onto your side to fully look at your boyfriend.

The moonlight casted harsh shadows on his face, but the way he looked at you — eyes sparkling with curiosity and the corners of his lips curled into a light smile — softened the darkness surrounding the two of you.

“Where did that question come from?” You raised a hand to lightly trace over the curves and slopes of his face; your thumb caressed his cheek as he leaned into your touch.

“Answer my question first, and then I’ll tell you.” His eyes turned into little crescent moons as he smiled at you. “Deal?”

You pretended to think about it for a few seconds. “Hm, three kisses please,” you said, wiggling three of your fingers.

Bokuto laughed, indulging you with a kiss to both of your cheeks and a final kiss to your lips.

“Okay, okay,” you giggled. “You asked me what I think about love?”

He nodded.

“Well,” you sighed, turning back to face the midnight sky above you, “I think that love is like the sky — the sun, to be specific. It’s always changing, and everything is so unpredictable about it. There’s so much potential for destruction in what the sky holds. But, there’s always one constant. Do you know what it is, Kou?” You looked at him.

“What is it, angel?” His golden eyes glimmered, as if they were holding stars themselves.

Adjusting your position on the picnic blanket (you curled closer into Bokuto, who wrapped an arm around your shoulders), you continued, “It’s the sun. No matter how much it rains or snows or whatever weather catastrophe is happening, the sun is always going to be there. Sure, you can have multiple suns like those Star Wars planets, but…” you trailed off, looking into his eyes. “... I think I’m happy with my one sunshine.”

Bokuto, ever the romantic, pulled you into a nearly-bone-crushing hug as he laughed into your shoulder. After peppering kisses to your neck and jaw, he pulled away to look at you. He sported the brightest smile, but something sparkled behind those eyes of his.

“Baby?”

“Yeah?”

“I think you’re getting cheesier than me.”

You groaned, leaning away from him, “Shut up, Kou!”

He giggled before placing a gentle kiss on your lips.

“Now let’s get home before these mosquitoes eat us alive, honey.”

“And then you’ll tell me where you got that question from?”

“Of course, honey! I never break a deal!”

– – – – –

How could he forget what you said? Every word you’ve ever spoken to him, he’s grasped onto like a lifeline, as if they would be your last. He was so close to bursting — so close to pulling himself off of your lap, looking into your pretty eyes, grasping your shoulders, and yelling at you, screaming at you, asking why you would think he could ever forget anything about you. How dare you think he could ever forget anything about you?

But he couldn’t do that. Not to you. Not anymore.

He didn’t realise that you’d gone silent — his world had gone silent — until your sniffles broke his reverie. His arms tightened around your waist as his head nuzzled into your stomach once again; it was a broken act of comfort.

“Honey,” the edges of his voice cracked as he called out for you. “Talk to me. Please. Don’t… don’t stay quiet.”

Being met with another bout of silence was almost excruciating. Bokuto was struggling to keep himself together, to keep his head above the water before he drowned in his thoughts of losing you.

He launched himself up from your lap, grabbing your face with shaky hands. He had tears running down his face once again. His face was blotchy, and his hair was a mess. He was a mess.

“Please, lovey,” he whispered. If you stayed silent just one minute longer, he’d collapse. He was sure of it. Fighting the urge to just sit himself in your lap, pull you tight against him, and beg you not to leave, Bokuto settled with caressing the skin under your shirt.

Finally, you broke the silence.

“I forgot to tell you one thing that night.” You moved your hand from where it was resting in his hair back to your side; he tensed at the loss of your touch.

He swallowed, his anxiety began to pile up once again. “What’d you forget, baby?”

“Even though the sun” — your voice cracked — “is a constant, sometimes it can be too much. Burn too bright and dry up everything underneath the sky. Sometimes...” you paused to take a deep breath, trying to swallow back the lump that was growing in your throat. “Sometimes the sun can do even worse harm than anything the sky could do.”

Bokuto could feel the gradual increase of his heartbeat. He shook his head, his fingers involuntarily digging into your skin. No, no, you didn’t mean that. You couldn’t mean that. If you did he… he didn’t know what he would do.

“I’m sorry, Bokuto,” you murmured, “I can’t stay here any longer.”

You tried to pry yourself out of his grip, but he wouldn’t relent. His arms were shaking as he pulled you even closer into him. He was whispering something to himself.

“Bokuto, I’m being serious.” You tried to keep your voice stable but failed miserably — it all came out shaky, your tone uneven. “Let me go.”

His whispers grew louder until you could finally understand what he was saying.

“No, no. This isn’t real. I love you. I love you. No, don’t leave. Please don’t leave. I love you.”

You called his name. Once, twice, thrice. As you called for him, his whispers grew to full-blown cries.

“Bokuto!”

“I’M SORRY DON’T LEAVE ME!”

But the only thing your eyes chose to focus on was the trail of red and purple leading down his neck.

You felt a prickling sensation behind your eyes, a feeling that had grown familiar to you in the past few hours.

Bokuto caught the wandering of your eyes down his neck, a faraway mist muddled the irises he loved gazing into; he realised what you were staring at, forcing down a choked sob. He clenched his jaw, violently cursing himself for making you feel like you weren’t enough, like you weren’t the one keeping him standing straight.

Like you weren’t his sun, moon, stars, and whatever else you filled the fucking sky with.

He gently moved your head, trying to get you to look back into his eyes and away from the bruised mistake that marred his skin. His thoughts only filled with one thing — “Come back to me, baby.”

Waves of relief crashed against him once you met his eyes.

“Baby– Angel– I’m so– I don’t– Please–” Bokuto struggled to keep his thoughts straight. Not when you stared at him with an iciness that pierced his heart every time he looked back into your eyes, hoping to find even the smallest trace of love left for him.

He let out a rough sigh, frustrated with his inability to speak through the racing of his heart. His hands, still cupping your face, lightly squeezed your cheeks to ground himself. He looked back to you, his eyes swimming with even more tears, trying to send a message to you that he couldn’t put into words.

You looked away from him, focusing on the ticking clock on the wall as you gnawed your lip. A question had been running through your mind ever since he cracked into your resolve to leave and pulled you to the sofa, laying his head in your lap.

Your eyes turned back to him.

“Can you tell me something, Bokuto?”

“Yes, yes, baby, of course. I’ll do anything you want.” He eagerly nodded, a small spark of hope sparkled within him.

“Why’d you lie?”

He felt as though you just dumped him into one of Atsumu’s god-awful ice baths.

“What’re you saying, angel?” His eyebrows furrowed. “I’ve never lied to you.”

“Earlier,” you croaked. “I asked you earlier how long you’ve been” — you couldn’t say that word; it’d hurt too much — “messing around.”

A glint of recognition passed his eyes.

Continuing, you forced your voice out, even though it grew weaker the more you tried to hide your pain, “You said that it was just this once. That wasn’t the whole truth, was it?”

Fuck. Bokuto took his hands away from your face, opting to grasp one of your hands in his. He gave your knuckles a kiss before looking back at you, his eyes teeming with unadulterated guilt and desperation.

“I-I knew them before this ever happened. We met at one of the team parties, but you weren’t there because you were at work.” He saw a glimpse of darkness shadow over your face, and his heartbeat picked up again (not that it ever really settled). “But we never did anything! Not until last night, at least.” His voice grew quiet at the end.

“And never once did it occur to you to tell them that you were taken?”

Bokuto’s lips started trembling — no doubt he’d begin crying again. He looked down, trying to avoid your glare, but his grip on your hand never loosened.

“Please, baby. I’m so sorry,” he choked out, “I’m so fucking sorry. I fucked up in the worst way possible. But I promise you, I never did anything with them before. We just talked at that one party. I promise you that. I promise, honey.”

The look in your eyes became even colder, even more distant; something akin to hatred was present as well. No, this couldn’t be happening. His worst nightmare was coming true. You’d finally learned the truth and were going to leave him. You might have called him your sunshine that one night two years ago, but, to him, you were his oxygen — without you, he was truly nothing. Just a corpse of a man, not worth wasting a breath on.

He was losing you. Again.

“I’m leaving, Bokuto.” You roughly pulled your hand from his grasp, ignoring his cries for you to please stop, to listen for just a minute longer. “Don’t you dare try to look for me.”

Bokuto whimpered, following you to where you were trying to pick up your bags in your haste of anger. Once again, he tugged at the straps, trying to steal them away from you, but his arms grew weak at the scowl pointed his way.

His breath quickened, and his heart raced. He was panicking, grasping at straws to have to rethink your choice and stay with him so he could apologise for the rest of both of your lives. He’d spend the remainder of eternity begging for your forgiveness if only you’d just stay with him.

But he couldn’t say a word. Not with his blinded panic, and definitely not with the terrible, agonising look you were giving him as you stared back at him.

Was this how you felt when he’d walked out on you last night? Hopeless. Defenseless. As if you weren’t even worth a grain of sand underneath the other’s shoe.

“Lovey, I’m sorry!” Bokuto cried out one more time, hoping that he’d reach out to whatever small piece of love you still held for him. “I said I’m sorry! Please just forgive me, don’t leave me. Please! I’m begging you! Whatever you want me to do, I’ll do it a million times over. Just, please,” he quieted to a whisper, just barely reaching your ears, “stay with me, and we can get through this together.”

His face crumpled as he heard your responding scoff.

“There’s no more ‘together’ for us, Bokuto.”

Your words stung — well, they stung as much as a gunshot or a knife to the heart would sting. He pressed on, desperate to get you to hear him out.

“I’m your sunshine, right? Your dovey. Your babe. Your pretty boy. Your Koutarou. Right?” He gripped onto the hem of his shirt, balling his hands into fists. “No matter what you call me, I’m yours. And I always will be. Even if you leave me right now, I’ll never stop looking for you. You know why?”

You stayed silent.

“Because I am just as much your sun as you are mine.”

His words echoed in your mind — that twisted, gnawing feeling came back in your gut. You knew that if you stayed for one more minute, it’d be over for you, and you’d go running back into his arms that always held you so tightly. Into his arms that smelt like home. Into his arms that made you feel like you were on top of the world as long as he was by your side. Into his arms that held onto another once the two of you reached a rough patch.

You made your decision.

“Koutarou…” His head snapped up to look at you, his eyes wide and glittering with a false sense of hope. “I’m sorry. I have to leave.”

There was another feeling growing within Bokuto. It was ugly, festering in the deepest parts of his mind — coming from a place that refused to acknowledge his faults. This feeling, it blamed

you. Why would you hurt him like this? How could you hurt him like this? You said he was your sunshine, your dovey, your Koutarou! How cruel could you be to lead him on, calling him ‘Koutarou’ again? You said you loved him!

“Don’t leave me!” He raised his voice. This feeling was taking over him, and it was angry. “If you leave, I’ll-I’ll…” His voice trailed off as he tried to regain control of himself.

Your brows furrowed. He still had the energy to yell, huh?

“You’ll what?” You took a step toward him. He looked away from you, trying to avoid your burning gaze. “Tell me, Koutarou. What will you do if I leave?”

He shook his head; you knew what that meant — “I won’t say it.”

“You’ll go back to them, won’t you?” you scoffed. “Have fun, Koutarou.”

Adjusting the straps of your bags, you gave him one last glare before moving toward the door once more.

That feeling came back in Bokuto’s mind, and it was stronger than ever. Pounding against the walls he built up, it roared, telling him to make you regret hurting him, make you think twice about leaving him. Bokuto was panicking, his will to beg you to stay was growing weaker as the feeling inside him became increasingly angry at you for causing him so much pain.

He knew he’d regret the next words he’d say to you, but that realisation came a second too late.

“I’ll never forgive you!”

You froze. Turning back around to face him, your eyes narrowed. “What?”

“If you leave me, I’ll never forgive you!”

His eyes were burning into you, a raging fire behind them.

“You’ll never forgive me?” you spat.

As quickly as the fire grew, it was extinguished as Bokuto’s expression morphed into one of shock.

“Wait, baby, I didn’t mean it! I promi–”

Dropping your bags by the door, you strided toward his figure. Pushing him against the wall, you pulled him in by the collar, melding his lips with yours.

The kiss was rough, angry, desperate — an amalgamation of everything you’ve felt in the past few hours going back and forth with Bokuto.

You pushed yourself into the space between his legs as he finally recovered from his shock and tried to match your tempo, his hands pulling you close into his body. Your teeth clashed together, and you had half the mind to bite his tongue in your mouth, but you held back.

Raking your fingers through his hair, you pulled his head back, ignoring his small, pained whine. The offensive mess of red and purple blotches still covered the expanse of his neck. A scowl grew on your face.

Bokuto yelped as he felt your lips latch onto his neck, sucking your own bruises over the ones already existing from his escapade. You were rough, unrelenting in your nearly-primal way of claiming him.

Trying to ignore your satisfaction from hearing his whimpers of your name, you pulled away, looking at your series of marks covering the ones from his other lover. The two of you were left panting — him trying to meet your eyes and you trying to avoid looking at him at all costs.

Leaning into his ear, you placed a gentle bite on his lobe. He tensed ever-so-slightly.

“You’ll never forgive me if I leave?” you hummed.

His hands that were under your shirt, roaming across your back, froze.

“B-Baby, wait, I didn’t–” He tried to plead with you until your next words completely shattered what was left of his broken, battered heart.

“I think I can live with that.”

You quickly backed away from him, evading his attempts to grab at your waist to stop you from leaving, and picked up your bags by the door. Looking back at him one last time, you nearly broke your facade.

After all he’s done, you still loved your Koutarou — no matter how much you tried to convince yourself otherwise — and seeing him on his knees, sobbing, begging you not to leave for the umpteenth time, your will was wearing thin.

“Goodbye, Koutarou.”

The slam of the front door echoed across the remnants of his shattered heart and all he had the strength to do was cry. Pulling at the strands of his hair, he sobbed, begging into the air, weeping with no one to listen to him.

Without you, his world had no sky; everything was bathed in the shadow of your absence.

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tags: @katelyns-stuff @random-fandom-girl-24

#haikyuu angst #haikyuu x reader #bokuto koutarou x reader #bokuto x reader #tw: cheating #tw: swearing #gn!reader

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howdyneighborr · 11 months ago

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“Hey, man. Seriously, don’t sweat it. Just– Don’t do it again, haha! Or, y’know–” Clyde smirked, playfully showing a daring amount of teeth. He raised one fist, then the other, and dropped his farther shoulder. A fighting stance. The heavier man threw two faux-punches and then finished off his teasing with a light jab square in the center of Stan’s deltoid. A soft imitation of an explosion passed Clyde’s lips as he pulled his fist away. His energy fizzled out like the short-lived, white hot metal-chloride stars of a dwindling sparkler against a dark-black, Fourth of July night sky. He tapered off, “Anyway…”

Clyde noticed he had lost Stan’s attention fairly quickly, but the diverging line of sight caused him no distress. No doubt something else would come along shortly to change that. For the moment, Clyde’s brain idled again. He followed Stan’s drifting, wistful observation to the textured painting hanging near them. He hadn’t even given the thing a moment of consideration until then. Just a nice picture taking up empty space on a wall. Houses like these were chock-full artifacts strictly existing to exhibit the owner’s habit of conspicuous consumption. A show of wealth and taste. The colors were pretty–he guessed–though.

The dim lighting in the hallway turned the already-chocolatey darkness of Clyde’s eyes to a near-black. His inky irises shifted to the corner of his own field of vision, shaded by a strip of thick and equally dark eyelashes. He peered at Stan, who appeared to be silently deliberating with himself over the image. The thoughtfulness in Stan’s stare touched a soft spot in his heart. He smiled, a little indention forming in only one of his cheeks.

He sensed something else underlying the other man's expression; something perturbing Stan. Most definitely weird vibes rolling off of him. The brunette kind of assumed that whatever was bothering him didn’t have much to do with the painting at all, however. But that could have also... just been Stan’s face… Either way, asking a clarifying question never hurt.

“Yooouuu good, bro?”

@x-lordofdarkness-42069-x 〢 cont from here .

Stan startled a little when Clyde did, then smiled sheepishly. “Sorry,” he said because he really didn’t mean to scare the guy, calloused fingers rubbing the back of his neck. “Hell of a greeting, huh?”

It had been a minute since Stan and Clyde had actually spoken to each other, now that high school was over and they were no longer in football together. It didn’t help that Stan lived so far away for so long. He had seen Clyde around on his trips back into town—it was hard not to, since South Park was not huge by any means, and Clyde had a way of filling up whatever space you put him in—and maybe the two of them had even exchanged quick pleasantries. But they hadn’t talked or hung out in a while.

Stan was glad to find somebody he could tolerate here, though, as his patience for a lot of people had dwindled substantially over the years. Clyde was always pretty cool, like a big, friendly dog himself. It was hard to stay miserable around him, which meant the night would no longer be total drudgery.

“I saw a little of them on my way in,” he said, looking up at a piece of artwork on the wall. It depicted a fair young woman in a glittering lavender ball gown. The folds of the skirt had been applied with plaster before they were painted over, so they stuck out from the canvas. It would probably end up torn to pieces on the floor by the end of the night.

“I’ve been looking for them ever since. They went off into the crowd, distracted by someone else, and I lost them.” He frowned and solemnly shook his head, but he decided to keep his thoughts about how the dogs might get hurt by the rowdiness to himself.

#muse; clyde: buzzing into action !#verse; main #friendscfmine #friendscfmine; stan #queue; ample parking day or night

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hajimine · 4 years ago

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perennial destiny — fushiguro megumi x gn!reader

synopsis: megumi does not like the concept of soulmates. he wants to be able to choose who he loves—and he chooses you.

word count: 1.2k

genre: fluff, soulmate!au but not really, established relationship, soft!megumi (this is so cheesy fr)

soundtrack: on a clear day by joe hisaishi

a/n: i’m ngl i actually like this lol so i hope you guys do too! tysm @rintaroll for being my beta and for the song rec mwah ily (ew) <3

A light smattering of clouds paint the blue sky in splashes of white, providing you with a little bit of shade from the otherwise bright afternoon sun.

You gaze at the little ducks waddling around on the pond, following their mother’s path. Unconsciously, you feel your lips curl up into a smile.

“What are you looking at?” Megumi murmurs, face turned towards you as he uses his hand to block out the sun from his eyes.

Humming, you give him a cheeky smile. “Nothing.”

He scrunches his face slightly, biting back a smile. He's used to your antics at this point.

Using his forearm to cover his eyes, Megumi sighs contently, shifting the position of his head on your lap to make himself more comfortable. The added weight on your thighs feel comforting, almost. Like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

The two of you stay in silence for a while as you bask in each other’s presence, enjoying the moment. The dark-haired boy plucks a stray dandelion beside him, inspecting it closely.

“Do you,” he starts, hesitating. You hum, urging him to continue. “Do you believe in soulmates?”

You stay quiet for a while, pondering his question. “I think I do, actually,” you admit. “It’s kinda sweet—the idea of it all. I’d like to think that there’s someone out there who’s meant for me, y’know?”

Megumi closes his eyes, his eyelashes fluttering as he considers your answer. He's really pretty, you think to yourself.

“Don’t you think it’s a little bit dumb?” He asks finally.

The bluntness of his words takes you by surprise. You laugh, gazing down at him with a fond look in your eyes. There’s a small frown on his lips; the crease between his brows a little more pronounced than usual.

Carding your fingers through his hair, you watch as he relaxes under your touch, the tension leaving his shoulders bit by bit.

You settle on a simple question. “What makes you say that?”

Megumi sighs, “The whole ‘fate and destiny’ thing. I think not being able to live your life the way you want to is a little depressing.” He purses his lips. “What if you don’t like your soulmate?”

You turn to look at the ducks again, but they were nowhere to be found. Now, the pond was silent, and there were no ripples in sight.

The pleasant smell of earth seeps into your lungs as you breathe in. Never in a million years would you have expected to have this kind of conversation with him.

You didn’t exactly peg him as someone who would be interested in the concept of soulmates at all. A soft smile graces your lips.

“Well, I suppose there should be a system to prevent that,” you squint, “maybe they would make it so that it’s impossible for you to hate your soulmate.”

Megumi clicks his tongue. “That just makes us robots then.”

This makes you grin. “Robots?”

“Yeah,” he mumbles, now shy. “If that's the case, you really have no choice in your thoughts and feelings, it simply strips your humanity away from you.”

You stop running your fingers through his hair for a moment and Megumi shifts, nudging your hand with his head to get you to continue. Cute.

Amused, you ask him, “Well, what if soulmates are real, and I’m not your soulmate, what would you do?”

He plucks another dandelion from the ground and inspects it before holding it close to his chest.

“It won’t change anything.” He says, not an ounce of hesitation in his words.

“Wouldn’t you wanna find your real soulmate?” You inquire, the flames of curiosity dancing in your eyes.

Without wasting a second, he sits up, turning around to face you. He studies your face for a second, eyes traveling down the curve of your nose and down to the slight upturn of your lips before returning to hold your gaze.

Megumi speaks, eyebrows furrowed. “No. the fates or the heavens or whatever the hell is controlling our destiny won’t have any effects on my choices. I’m not about to be another pawn in the gods’ game of love. It’s the least I can do.”

And you laugh, light and bubbly; ignoring the fact that your chest feels abundantly lighter after his statement.

“You’re really serious about this, huh?”

His cheeks flare up, the headstrong confidence from a minute ago now gone, replaced by the charming bashfulness only a few have had the privilege to see.

“Well,” he mumbles, “I’m not gonna leave you just ‘cause some prophecy tells me to. I like you. A lot.” Maybe a little too much, but he doesn’t tell you this.

The breeze tickles your face. “Yeah?”

Megumi refuses to meet your eyes, but he continues. “I want to spend the rest of my life with someone I chose myself. Soulmate or not.”

It is not his words that make your heart flutter—it’s the quiet blossoms in his cheeks, the sureness in his voice. If fate was a human, you’re sure that he’d fight her with no hesitation. Heck, even if she was a god, knowing Megumi, he would fight her too, even if it’ll cost him his life.

You watch him twirl the stem of dandelion between his fingertips. He doesn’t blow on it, nor does he make a wish like anyone else would in the presence of the perennial, he simply observes the flutters of white falling from its head.

“So you would defy destiny if you had to?” You ask, knowing exactly what his answer would be even before he utters another word.

“Yes.” his dark eyes are steady, not a drop of uncertainty swimming in its depths.

The soft breeze suddenly feels a little too warm for comfort. “That’s awfully romantic, don’t you think?”

And he blinks at you, but he does not yield. “Well, I just think soulmates are awfully unromantic.” He says, the corner of his lips twitching slightly.

A genuine laugh bubbles out from your chest. “You’re a curious one, Fushiguro Megumi.”

The smile on his lips is a fond one. “What about you?” He props his chin on the palm of his hand. “What would you do if soulmates are real?”

“Ah,” you pretend to think, “you’d be my soulmate then.”

He rolls his eyes at you, but the tips of his ears are dipped in vermillion. “But what if I’m not your soulmate?”

You spare him nothing but a glance, rising to your feet before brushing the dirt off your pants. As you squint at the setting sun, a contented sigh escapes your lips. On days like these, you could fully take in the beauty of the afternoon sky as you observe the shades of reds and golds dancing in the heavens.

“Then I’m afraid I’ll have to leave you to find my one true love.” You hum, biting back a laugh.

The dark-haired boy scoffs and stands up, walking towards you with his hands in his pockets. Half a smile graces his lips as he reaches for your waist, pulling you close. With the sort of tenderness he reserves just for you, Megumi rests his forehead against yours. He feels warm.

Megumi smells faintly of the earth—a product of the hours he spent sitting under the sun with you—along with a hint of the cool menthol shampoo he uses to wash his hair. And together, they create a blanket of comfort and familiarity, one that you’ve grown to call home. You breathe in.

“I won’t let you leave.” He mumbles, eyes fluttering shut. His palms feel comfortably warm on your waist; gentle and light, yet sure and heavy at the same time.

There’s a playful sparkle in your eyes as your lips curl up into a smile. “I know you won’t.”

per·en·ni·al /pəˈrenēəl/

(n.) a perennial plant

(adj.) lasting or existing for a long or apparently infinite time; enduring or continually recurring.

a/n: as always, reblogs are highly appreciated! please let me know what you think of this fic, i always love hearing from you all! also: yes, there’s another flower symbolism in this piece lol <3

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mitsukui · 4 years ago

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late night experiences | g.w.

Pairing: George Weasley x female reader.

Summary: learning new things is always better when it is done with someone else.

Word Count: 2,7k.

Warnings: smut! Masturbation, mentions of innocence kink.

Disclaimer: none of the pictures used in the edit below belong to me; I simply put them together.

A/N: please, leave me some feedback if you feel like it! My askbox is open for your opinions, thoughts and requests. Thank you so much for your time and attention ❤

Masterlist!

Your last year at Hogwarts rushed into your life without warning — and so did your sexual hormones. You swore to Merlin you could feel them tingling all over your body whenever you solely looked at George Weasley, your majestic boyfriend. And apparently, he felt the same way towards you. Wondering the reason behind it all, you were quick to blame the fact that the two of you had just turned 18.

You had been together for a little while now: around nine months or so. But nothing had ever happened, and you were not quite sure why. You two had, supposedly, everything needed: steamy make-out sessions, wandering hands, lustful thoughts, privacy, and all that jazz. Yet, there you were: ground zero.

However, things were about to change even though you still were unconscious about it.

“Psst!” Your favorite quill stopped scribbling your Herbology notes. “Oi!” Your eyes gazed at the direction from which came the voice only to realize it was one of your classmates, Angelina Johnson. “I’ve discovered something last night which I thought you might be interested in.” A mischievous smirk painted her lips as you leaned in closer, already feeling eager to listen to whatever she had to say. She was one of those people who made anyone pay attention to them whenever they said something.

Her hushed whispers filled the existing silence between you two in the Study Area once more. “The boys were talking in our common room last night, and rumor has it George can’t keep his hands off of his cock whenever he thinks of you.”

Katie Bell and Alicia Spinnet giggled like little girls when she finally finished her speech. You could feel your cheeks getting embraced by a deep and violent warmness. Uh-oh.

Your mind suddenly produced images by itself: George’s chest going up and down quickly as he moaned under his breath. He had his long and slender fingers wrapped around his dick and, sweet Merlin, he was big. Big and thick and veiny. His eyelashes fluttered as his hand pumped up and down a few times, precum leaking from his tip.

Heaven probably looked like that. What a lovely sight. You would give anything to actually see the great George Weasley in such a position. But, again: ground zero.

Still, the possibility of him pleasuring himself at the thought of you seemed to awake something new inside your chest and offer you a novel tingling sensation. You felt a burning flame in your loins, and it was almost as if your entire body were on fire.

You wanted him to jerk off thinking of you. You wanted his hands to get dirty from his own seed because of you.

You gulped. Snapping fingers brought you back to reality. “Girl, it’s high time you gave that poor lad some love, you know.”

The next few days felt slow and eternal. George Weasley and George Weasley’s thick dick were the only things occupying your mind. Of course, you had fantasized about him before; but it had never been that vivid. Things are always better when they are real, after all.

And you wanted to do something about it. Your soul ached for him to share his hidden and erotic reality with you. Your flesh longed to be painfully close to his. Your body and your hands desired to tease him and give him something to be unbearably hard over. You obviously would not feel in peace until you got what you wanted.

That is why the suggestion of a late night meeting in the Prefect’s Bathroom came to life. It was discussed during another of your studying session with Angelina, Alicia and Katie, being first brought on by Angelina, of course. That girl had many wild cards up her sleeve.

“I happen to know the password. Got it from a Slytherin guy, after giving him a few galleons.”

“And a blowjob, too.” Alicia responded with her eyebrows raised and a mischievous grin hanging on her lips.

As the three other girls laughed carelessly, seeming to be extremely relaxed and confident to talk about such a topic, you chewed on your bottom lip. Jittery feelings bubbled up within your veins while concern clouded your mind. You had a severe lack of inexperience when it came down to anything sexual.

Your temporary anxiety was sharply noticed by Katie, who positioned her hand over yours in a comforting act. Her fingers soothed your skin, her next words slipping out of her lips as motherly advice.

“Don’t feel pressured to do anything, honestly. George is one of the most understanding people I have ever met. But I think a little bit of intimacy would work wonders on you, both of you.” Her grip on your hand became a bit tighter, and her warmth was incredibly pacifying. “You know, just suggest going to the Prefect’s Bathroom tomorrow night. He will surely accept, once he is heads over heels for you. Get in the warm, bubbly water. Kiss him, if you feel comfortable enough for that. And just see where it goes.”

Your other two friends nodded, assuring you everything was alright and that you could always count on them for support and advice. The conversation went on for a little longer, they sharing intimacy tips and encouraging you.

Luckily enough, the next morning was one that you had classes with George. You brought on the subject in the end of the lesson, while he gathered his material quietly.

His lips opened up in a bright smile in the moment you appeared in front of him, but his expression was soon destroyed by your visible tensed posture.

“Hey, gorgeous. Are you alright?”

You sighed shortly, trying to relieve some of your internalized insecurities. The suggestion came out of your lips in a mere murmur, but he was smart enough to grasp onto all of your words. His eyes noticed your dodging gaze and your fidgeting fingers, playing with the hem of your tie. You looked absolutely adorable to him.

“See you later tonight, then. Prefect’s Bathroom, 12AM sharp. I won’t be late.”

The rest of the day felt like an eternity. Perhaps, it was the uncertainty of it all, given that there was no way to predict how the scenario would take place later on. But the time for your meeting agonizingly came, and you were forced to leave your dormitory.

The weather was unpleasantly hot, and it was hard for you to tell whether it was due to the time of the year you were going through, or to the fact you were walking towards your own doom.

You had been curious and tempted to get to know his darker and more lustful façade but, at the same time, you were ashamed of how much you craved him despite being your first time feeling anything like that. Those same novel tingles from before returned to your loins as your made your way to the fifth floor.

Underneath your favorite carmine red pleated skirt and a muggle band T-shirt, you wore a set of lingerie that had not received much attention when previously picked out, which was a simple white bra paired with white panties, covered in tiny pink strawberries. When you were about to reach your destination, you came down to the realization of how childish your underwear looked. You inhaled sharply, concluding you had ruined everything.

Eventually, you and George met, and entered the bathroom hand in hand.

Although you had heard of its wonderful interiors, seeing everything with your own eyes for the first time made you gasp. Your gaze traveled through the place, and you wished to engrave every detail in your heart. The white marble grandness awoke a sense of greatness and admiration inside you, and you almost fell to your knees right then and there.

A tad of small talk was exchanged between you and your boyfriend, until he approached you at last. His big hands cupped your delicate face, and he leaned down to kiss you.

His lips were so terribly gentle that they sent butterflies to your stomach. He showed no shyness in the second his hands roamed down your body and found your back, giving your ass a light squeeze. Unable to control yourself, you moaned and pressed your body against his.

A steamy make out moment was held between the two of you until the moment for the truth hovered over your heads. He rested his forehead against yours, and looked at you with loving eyes as his thumb ran over your lips.

“Tell me why we are here, darling.”

“It’s just that…There had been this rumor, you know?” A shy chuckle escaped your lips, and you closed your eyes, trying to block out all the filthy images suddenly appearing in your mind. “People have been saying that you jerk off thinking about me. But I’m not sure if it’s true or not, because we have –“

“It is true.” The coolness in his voice caught you off guard, and you blinked at him in a mixture of shock and self-induced accomplishment: your boyfriend touched himself at the thought of you.

Your eyelashes fluttered until your eyes were shut, and a sigh escaped your lips. Your mind knew no restrains at that moment, and the images you had been blocking out came to life all at once, violently crashing against your insides, almost like agitated waves at a beach.

Silence embraced the two of you again, but neither of you felt bothered by it. You took your time to let the sinful images sink in, and he took his time to study your face. You had been clearly affected by the truth he had just spilled out, and he secretly enjoyed such thing. He could read you like the palm of his hand, and he knew you were thinking about him with his dick out.

As he breathed heavily, fearing air would forever leave his lungs after what he was about to do, he prepared himself for what was about to come. His thumb ran over your slightly swollen lips but, this time, he parted them with a gentle tug on your lower lip. George timidly shoved his thumb into your mouth, and you, with your eyes still closed, took all of it.

Your tongue swirl against his finger, the feeling of your saliva dancing against his skin sending electrical waves down his spine. You continued on sucking him until your cheeks finally hollowed, and he pulled his finger out with a low ‘pop’ noise.

You opened your eyes in a deep frustration, but he could no longer take it. His cock was hard inside his trousers and it battled for its freedom. He breathed unsteadily and with a bit of difficulty, his mind starting to wonder how your lips would feel wrapped around his tip.

The realization that you two had never done anything before hit him hard, and he felt himself twitching while precum started wetting the fabric of his underwear.

Would it be selfish of him to think he would probably be the first one ever to taste your cunt? The first one to penetrate you, the first one to end your innocence for eternity, the first one to feel your walls clenching around him, the first one to make you cum.

George was forced to step back and groan in bitterness. He really wanted to fuck you, but he would never disrespect you or your limits. Plus, on top of that, he really did not know how he could express his urges.

“S-Sorry, darling. I-I-I don’t know what’d gotten into me, I guess I just lo-“

“Can you show me how you touch yourself?”

The question hung on air for one or two moments. You could not believe what you had just said. You were drunk on a new dizzying and exciting sensation, one that left your panties secretly wet and your clit throbbing, and one which made you ask your boyfriend to masturbate right in front of you.

So he did it. Apparently, Katie was right: George Weasley would gladly accept anything you asked him.

After the enormous bathtub had been filled with water and bubbles, he undressed and you lost all of your senses for a bit.

His fair skin carried grand amounts of both freckles and small scars. His entire silhouette was outlined by groups of yet developing muscles, but each one of them caused more wetness to pool in your strawberries ridiculously covered panties. George was so tall, his shoulders were so broad, and his dick was indeed so big.

When all of his being finally became bare in front of you, you rubbed your thighs together, the need for friction creeping inside your body for the first time ever.

You stood still exactly where you were, but he made his way to the tub, sitting on the edge of the white porcelain. He lowered his dark eyes to his throbbing member and his touch caused a relieved sigh to leave his lips. His hand moved up and down a few times until he looked at you again.

There was something different on his face. His eyelids seemed to be a tad heavier, and the sounds slipping out of his slightly parted lips were the most delicious thing you had ever heard.

George Weasley was jerking off right in front of you. He was moaning only for you. And you hoped he would cum just for you, too.

As the minutes slowly went by the two of you, you watched him quietly. However, it was impossible for him to keep quiet. By now, his moans were loud and shameless. He whispered your name every now and then, the thought of you bouncing up and down his dick providing all the fuel he needed to orgasm only for you.

That was entirely new for you. You felt so dirty, so sinful, so misbehaved, but you were living for it. You wanted more of him, and you also wanted to give George more of you. And that was exactly the reason why you said your next sentence out loud.

“Can I touch myself?”

His ears convinced himself that he had heard it incorrectly, but the way your fingers tugged on your T-shirt, and your thighs rubbed together, he knew he was not mistaken. A new rush of pleasure ran through his veins and he pumped his hand faster. Unable to form coherent sentences, he mumbled something along the lines of ‘please’ and nodded vehemently.

In the blink of an eye, both of your bodies were unclothed and both of you played with your intimacies. George’s right hand applied all the pressure that could possibly resemble your tight cunt wrapped around his cock, and your fingers helped the squelching sounds coming from your wetness to echo in the bathroom. You had never thought that so many lustful sensations could occupy your body all at once and, yet, there you were: masturbating at the sight of your boyfriend doing the exact same.

By now, you also had problems breathing and the tight knot inside your body screamed for a break. You pulled your hand away from your dripping cunt, but you remained connect to your womanhood by a very thin and almost invisible string of your juices.

George obviously noticed that tiny detail and it was too much for him. He announced he was close and, soon enough, his skin was stained by the pleasure you had given him. His eyes were closed as he felt his heartbeat increasing and the images of you still haunting his mind.

The way he accepted and let his orgasm work on his body made you move your hand against your clit faster and you followed him in a matter of seconds. Your body trembled and you could not stop whining.

You had never experienced something so astonishingly sensational.

Your pants filled the bathroom for a little while before his body finally slipped into the still warm water. The comfort offered by the setting relaxed his existence and he weakly called and asked you to join him, which you happily agreed with.

He touched your hips and pulled you closer, placing your body against his chest. With his lips pressed against your temple, he whispered a series of ‘thank you’ and ‘you are the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen’.

However, his final words changed the mood completely and you hated him for it.

“That’s a nice pair of panties, by the way.”

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Dorm Life - Shoto Todoroki

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Tags: Shoto Todoroki x Reader, Binaural, Fluff, Cursing, Minor Angst, Kissing (escandalo)

Synopsis: A compilation of drabbles of your life during the pandemic, quarantined in the UA dorms.

Word Count: 2734

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CLASSES

The Sun let its light brush against your skin, giving you a warm hug in the morning. You awoke to the pale blue skies that were painted so elegantly it made you stare. The cumulus clouds softly danced on its stage, etching a smile on your face. You looked around the room, checking for the clock to see what time it was currently.

10:00 a.m. - You were supposed to wake up at 8:00.

Worry rushed through you. The fear of you being late for class thrummed as you tried to get out of your bed.

Hint: tried.

You turned to your side and looked at the male beside you. His hands had found their way around your waist, pulling you in. His head was pressed against your shoulder. His twin-colored hair was disheveled thanks to him turning himself all through the night, His long eyelashes framed his closed lids, his lips slightly parted. Small snores came out in intervals as he snuggled into you, his vice grip around your body tightening even more.

You could help but trace his lips with your finger - it was so soft, you had to.

You pressed a kiss to his forehead, then laid your forehead against his.

“Get up, Sho - class starts in 10 minutes,” you said, rubbing his shoulder.

“I don’t want to, this is too comfortable,” he mumbled, rubbing his head on your shoulder.

“What are you, a cat?” You joked, placing your hands on his cheek, “Let me at least get my laptop on - I can tell Aizawa we’re sharing my laptop and we can just join the class here.”

“Getting the laptop means that you move - and you are not moving,” he said, tightening his grip on you.

“You know we’re going to be in trouble if we don’t join the class, right? Oh yeah, it starts in 5 minutes,” you said, slightly annoyed at him.

Shoto sighs in defeat, “Fine - but, hurry up,”

You pry his arms off of you and rush to your table to get the laptop on. Thankfully, you managed to join the class 3 minutes before it began.

“Aren’t you coming back in here?” Todoroki whined, patting the space beside him.

“Are you finally awake?” You question him.

“Kind of?”

“ ‘Kind of?’ “

“Yes, I am awake - I no longer need to sleep,” he groans.

You take your laptop and place it in the space between the two of you as you sit back on the bed. You pressed another kiss on his forehead, making him smile.

“Good morning, snowflake,” he says as he returns your kiss with one on your forehead.

“Good morning, Sho.”

“Now that you both have shown a great deal of affection, Y/N and Shoto,” Eraserhead says from your Zoom call, “Can my class finally begin?”

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LUNCH BREAK

“I got the money from Aizawa for our meals! Can you all go through the menu and tell me what you want on the class group chat?” Momo shouted from the living room.

“Imagine eating great food for free?” Uraraka smiled, enjoying how our meals were paid for by the school itself, “The pandemic is amazing yet so annoying at the same time.”

You chuckle at the brown-haired girl, seeing her awe-filled expression.

“What are you getting?” You ask her.

“Hmm… maybe Udon? It’s been a long time since I ate it, and since it’s not coming from my pocket…” she eyed the menu, “I’m getting the most expensive one.”

“You know he gave a set amount for the whole class right?” You look at her mischievous expression.

“I’m pretty sure we can stay within the budget. Our class generally doesn’t spend much money on food, right?”

You looked across the room to see Kaminari and Kirishima going through the menu.

“You think those two will be reasonable with their spending? Knowing them, they’re most probably buying the whole menu plus snacks,” you say, looking at their joy-filled grins.

You saw Shoto walk beside Iida, heading towards the two males. Intrigued, you and Uraraka walked towards the group of four.

“Hey,” you say as you hug Shoto from the back, “Everything okay?”

“These two,” Iida said, anger laced in his words, “Ordered everything on the menu.”

You held back your laughter, unlike Uraraka.

“Your skills in predicting the future astound me, Y/N L/N,” she says, covering her mouth.

“Hush,” you say, smiling.

“The two of you…” Iida began, looking at the two wrongdoers, “I don’t know how your closer friends handle you two.”

You look at the scene unfolding in front of you, smiling.

Iida was full-on lecturing the two males, his hands moving in all ten directions. Kaminari and Kirishima just stood there, dumbfounded. You could see the two of them slowly spacing out from the ‘conversation’, but Iida kept going on.

“Hey,” Shoto whispered, “Wanna have a mini-date tonight? I’ll order a few things and get them sent here, and we can watch a movie together?”

“Don’t use the money Aizawa gave though - we don’t need a third victim of Iida’s lectures,” you whisper, earning a smile from the stoic male.

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MINI-DATES

You opened the door to Shoto’s room, comfortably dressed in your Axolotl onesie. In your hands, you brought a hard drive filled with movies that you felt that you both would enjoy. Seeing that Shoto wasn’t in the room, you laid on his bed, waiting for the arrival of the owner of the room. Your eyes went straight to his mirror. He had slid multiple polaroid pictures of you and your friends in the corners of the mirror. Each one of the photos had a small remark, reminding you of all the memories you’ve made throughout your years in UA.

Your hands grazed on the photo he kept on the bedside table.

It was a picture of him and his mother smiling.

Your chest panged when you saw it. He had told you the story behind his scar and his life within the Todoroki household. His hatred for his father grew every day, yet he could never hate his mother - the very person who gave him the scar on his face.

“I love that picture, but not as much as I love this one,” Shoto said, pointing at a photo in the top-left corner of his mirror.

It was a picture of both of you visiting his mother with Fuyumi and Natsuo.

“I’ll admit Natsuo was not the most welcoming to the idea of me dating you, but he slowly loved you as a sibling. I did talk about you to Fuyumi a bunch of times, but she had her suspicions - that all changed when she met you, though. Mom…”

He hesitated, “...she didn’t like the idea of me dating anyone. Yet, you managed to make her like you so much, now she only asks about you whenever I call her,” he chuckled.

“My family loves you - except Endeavor, of course,” he groaned.

“He’ll come around, eventually. You, however,” you walk up to him and cup his face, “Need to talk to him properly - no filter, just say everything.”

You lie back down on the bed, patting the space beside you, “Hurry up - the snacks you bought are calling me.”

After multiple small banters, you both finally decided on Shrek and began to watch the movie.

After a while, you found yourself lying on Shoto’s chest, playing with his fingers as you focused on the movie. Shoto, however, stared at your cute expressions, taking mental notes of all the small things you did when a scene disgusted you, made you laugh or made you feel sad.

“Y/N,” he whispered in your ear once the movie ended, “Thanks for loving me.”

You turned to face the fire user, cupping his face in your hands. His fingers found their way in your hair, enjoying the feeling of your soft locks against his calloused skin. Your thumb began to move in circular motions, eager to feel his soft skin against yours. You stared into his dual-coloured eyes, enjoying the brown and icy blue flecks within each eye. He relaxed against your touch, warmth radiating from him to you.

“I love you so much, Sho - and I will no matter what happens later on.”

You shared a kiss under the glow of the pale moonlight, but all you cared about was how perfect the man you were kissing was.

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TRAINING

“Hey Sho,” you say, nudging the male beside you, “You wanna train after this?”

“I can’t,” he said, looking down, “I asked Midoriya to help me with some things. The only time he’s free is after this, so…”

“Don’t worry, I’ll ask Uraraka!” you say, kissing him on the cheek, “Good luck with whatever you’re doing with Mido.”

Soon, both you and Uraraka headed to Ground Beta to train your hand-to-hand combat.

“Luckily all of us are vaccinated, or the training grounds wouldn’t be open,” you say, thinking.

“Okay, okay - you wanted to work on hand-to-hand combat, right?” You nodded.

Both you and Uraraka got into your positions, mentally preparing yourselves. You were ready to move towards her until you heard sounds coming from the entrance.

“Well, well, well - isn’t that two students from Class 3-A?” Monoma snickered.

You groaned before turning to face him.

“Hello, Monoma? Where’s Kendo?” you ask, hoping that the ginger would come and stop him.

“Kendo’s eating right now - don’t want to disturb her. I don’t mind messing with the two of you, though.”

“What’s the difference, Monoma?” Uraraka added, “We usually keep quiet, but Y/N and I would like to train, so it would be greatly appreciated if you either kept quiet or left.”

“Why would you want to train with them, though?” He said, looking at Uraraka, “They’re the weakest bitch in your whole class, aren’t they?”

“The fuck, Monoma?!” you shouted, “That’s going a bit too far, don’t you think?”

“What? I’m just stating facts; you entered the class later than everyone else, you’re quirkless since you depend on your weapons, you need to train with others so that you can win 10% of the time - don’t the facts say it all?”

“Monoma, you might want to - ”

“Stop? Why should I?” he laughed, “It’s about time someone told you the truth; you’re useless, unneeded, a waste of space, and never going to be a hero - not even a sidekick.”

“So, the student who single-handedly served you your own ass in a fight doesn’t deserve to stay, but your weak fucking self can stay?” Shoto chuckled darkly, his hand slowly freezing Monoma’s shoulder, “That’s a lot of self-confidence for someone who hasn’t fought well for 3 years straight.”

“Next time you talk shit about Y/N, don’t expect to leave without losing any limbs,” he shouted, scaring Monoma.

“Shoto,” you begin, “Let me fight my own battles.”

He stares at you and sighs. His vice grip on Monoma loosens as you walk towards him.

You run your sword against his hands, small cuts forming.

“Talk shit about me again and you won’t be standing. Get the fuck out, dumbass.”

Monoma runs out of Ground Beta, making you chuckle.

“Damn, Y/N,” Uraraka says from afar.

“That’s my lover,” Shoto says, smiling.

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NIGHTMARES

You woke up to the sounds of Shoto whimpering in his sleep.

His clothes were soaked by his sweat, trails of tears strung down his face.

He was shaking - shivering.

Small screams of Natsuo, Fuyumi and Rei’s names escaped his lips along with soft sobs.

“Shoto!” You shouted, shaking him, “Wake up, it’s only a dream - they’re okay, they’re alive.”

You heard your name.

You heard his voice become louder, screaming your name in pain.

“I’m here, I’m fine,” you whisper in his ear.

“I’m right here, Shoto - I haven’t left you. I am here, hugging you. Wake up, okay?’

You heard his whimpers stop as he wrapped his arms around you. He nuzzled his face into your chest as you patted his head.

“Y/N…” you heard him mumble, “Y/N… you’re fine, right?”

“I’m fine, Sho. I’m here hugging you, aren’t I?”

He nodded, pressing his head against your chest.

“You want to talk about it?”

“No…” he trailed off.

“Okay, don’t worry,” you say, kissing him on his head.

“You want me to get you something? Milk, water…?” you ask him, slowly prying yourself off of him.

“Don’t go anywhere.”

“Ok then, koala - I’m not going anywhere,” you say, chuckling.

You hummed a song as you rubbed Shoto’s back, giving him warmth. You wiped the trail of tears and pressed kisses on his cheek.

If he needs you to be his haven, you’ll be an oasis from all the bad.

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CLASS FUN

“Ok, so - everyone is here, right?” Mina said as she stood in the middle of the living room.

You looked at everyone in the living room. Everyone was excited - after all, it’s been a long time since you all did something together as a class.

“I think everyone’s here, Mina,” Shouji said, passing you your drink.

Shoto placed his head on your shoulder, groaning.

“What’s wrong with you?” you ask, worried.

“I wanted to just sleep in today…” he said, sulking.

“Come on, it’s been a long time since we did something as a class - who knows? This might be our last little thing as a class,” you retort.

He hummed in agreement, “Fine.”

“Great! Let’s bring back an old classic, shall we? The game that made all the couples in this classroom, the game that made the impossible possible,” she looked at Bakugou and Izuku, “Spin the Bottle Truth or Dare!”

“This fucking game?” Bakugo cussed.

“Relax, Kacchan~,” Kaminari said, teasing the other blonde.

“Shut up, dunce face,” Bakugo said with anger.

“Keep quiet, you two. Mina’s getting angry,” Kirishima said, eyeing the pink-haired female.

“So what if-”

“Kacchan, shush,” Izuku said, glaring at his partner.

“Thank you, my green-haired savior,” Mina said, smiling at Izuku.

“Let me re-explain how the game works; Person A will spin the bottle in the middle of the circle until it stops on Person B. Person A will play truth or dare with Person B. Clear?” Mina said, smiling.

The game soon spiraled out of control, just like everyone expected.

Kaminari danced in a maid dress, Shinsou was forced to call Aizawa and Present Mic ‘dads’ in a call on speaker, Kirishima was forced to scream “I’m hard!” out loud, and Mina sang Baby Shark to her lover - something we never thought Kirishima would enjoy.

In the last round, the bottle landed on Shoto.

The person who spun the bottle was Sero.

You knew he had something planned - you could see it in his eyes.

“Shoto Todoroki, truth or dare?” He said, smirking.

You looked at him, begging him to not choose dare.

“Truth, I guess?” he said, looking at you.

Phew.

“What do you and Y/N do when you’re alone?”

Shit.

“Take dare, take the dare, take the dare…” you mumbled under your breath, hoping he’d listen.

“Can I take the dare?” Shoto said, questioning your actions.

Phew.

“Make out with Y/N right here.”

Shit.

“Give them some privacy, Sero!” Uraraka shouted on your behalf.

“He already evaded the truth question, I’m not modifying the dare,” Sero said, huffing.

“Y/N,” Shoto said, looking at you, “Is it okay?”

You sigh in frustration, “I put us in this situation, Sho. Let’s just get it over with.”

Shoto smiled, looking at your pissed expression.

“Look at me,” he whispered in your ear, raising small goosebumps on your skin.

His hands slowly went to your cheeks, eyeing the flecks in your eyes - how they sparkled just for him and him alone. His thumb reached your lips and parted it - enjoying how you were putty in his hands. His hand slowly went from your cheek to your chin, raising it to make your forehead meet his.

“Geez, Y/N,” he said, lust filling his eyes, “You’re so perfect.”

He softly pressed his lips against yours. He sucked on your lips, enjoying the strawberry lip balm you put just before you entered the living room. Your hands gripped on his dual-colored hair, fingers entangled.

The soft kiss soon turned desperate, needy.

In, out, in, out - the synchronization of your lips.

The need for breath soon came and your lips parted from his.

“Well, that was something,” you said, laughing.

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