#lets. can we not put the deer in a dorm room. i think that would be better. i'll go visit it outside. we can chill.

[daceydeath]

I Want to Watch (Part 8)

Pairing: Wooyoung x Reader x Mingi Word Count: 2.2K (unedited) Genre: Absolute Filth 🔞 Warnings: 18+, MDNI, Explicit Activities

a/n: Sorry that this one took me such a long time to update xx

Wooyoung wants to expand on your exploration maybe a different location or member will help with that.

“How would you feel about maybe making this experiment a little more risky?” Wooyoung asked after watching you finish drying your hair. Your date had been interrupted by a rain shower which had left you needing to dry your outfit and your hair so you didn’t look like a total mess.

“Riskier how Woo?” you narrowed your eyes in the mirror at him as he stepped into the bathroom to wrap his arms around your waist.

“I was thinking maybe we leave the dorm, maybe use a few other locations?” he kissed your cheek while you put the hairdryer down on the bathroom counter. 

“I am not letting you watch San fuck me in the park or anthing like that” you rolled your eyes but still melted against his hard chest.

“No! I’m not letting random people see you” he pouted against the skin of your neck making you giggle. “I was thinking maybe private locations in other places like maybe the studio or the dressing room?” he continued his voice low as he kissed a line down your neck.

“The studio should be alright, aren’t they sound proof?” you hummed his continual kisses and touches making you pliable in his hands.

“They are and they will be very private” he chuckled, reading your compliance as approval. “Because I think we should try it out now”.

“Really? I think I would like that” you bit your lower lip as his hands ran lower to skim across the silk underwear you were wearing.

“You should get dressed than baby, I have a surprise for you” he smirked, pressing his fingers against your folds teasingly “We will leave in 10”. You almost cursed him when he suddenly let you go to grab his phone and organize a ride for you to the studio but you knew the wait would be worth it, your boyfriend knew that the risk of getting caught turned you on so you were happy to let him change things up.

Holding Wooyoung’s hand you let him lead you through the KQ offices towards the studios, it was fairly late and most people had left for the night but you knew at least someone was waiting for you and Wooyoung to arrive. Knocking softly you were slightly confused that you weren’t at the practice room thinking that was where you would be meeting tonight but your train of thought ended when the door swung open revealing Mingi his hair messed up from running his hands through it repeatedly while he worked making him look far younger and softer.

“What are you guys doing here?” Mingi asked looking at Wooyoung clearly unsure about your presence.

“You texted me remember?” Wooyoung laughed quietly walking into the studio which was dimly lit with purple lights with the exception of Mingi’s computer which glowed brightly.

“Dude I didn’t think you were fucking serious” Mingi muttered looking like a deer in headlights as he moved aside to let you in gesturing for you to grab a seat.

“Well if you aren’t interested”Wooyoung shrugged, sitting in Mingi’s chair and swinging it around “We will just head to the dance studio and forget this ever happened”.

“Wait” Mingi stopped him instantly “You’re being real right now?”.

“Yes Min we are” you chimed in looking up at him with the biggest doe eyes you could, he was the only member you had not let fuck you and you were not going to let it slip through your fingers if Wooyoung’s reaction was anything like when you had played with Yunho.

“So I can do anything I want to you?” Mingi’s voice dropped as desire began seeping into his words. You nodded, licking your lips and smiling up at him.

“Anything you want man, just don’t hurt her and it’s all good” Wooyoung smirked his eyes darkening as you squirmed on the spot Mingi was looking at you like you were the only woman he had even seen and the effect on you was instant, the fabric on you underwear getting damper by the second. Mingi sauntered towards you, the hardening cock in his pants obvious as he stopped just a step away from you.

“How about you suck his cock baby? See if you can take all of it in your pretty little mouth” your boyfriend cooed as Mingi offered you his hand so you could stand up pulling you against him easily.

“Do you want me to suck your cock Min?” you breathed as he cupped your face and pressed his lips to yours, his plush lips soft as they slid against your own.

“Fuck yeah darling” he grinned sitting down on the couch and throwing one of the cushions between his wide spread legs for you to kneel on.

“Such a gentleman” you giggled, sinking to your knees and letting your hands trace his thighs with your fingertips. You looked up at Mingi through your lashes, his eyes grew even darker as you let your hands drift to his fly. Mingi grinned, covering your hand in his and unzipping his jeans slowly, his half hard cock pushing against his boxers a small dot of precum already staining the fabric. Shimmying down Mingi’s jeans and boxers enough to free him from them you grasped him tightly stroking him teasingly before you leant forward to drag your tongue along the vein that ran along the side of his dick. 

“Such a good girl baby” Wooyoung praised making you whimper softly. You had suspected that Mingi would be big but now that his cock was almost in your mouth you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were going to struggle taking him. Mingi groaned musically, encouraging you to keep going, letting your tongue circle the blushing tip as you collected enough saliva in your mouth to help you suck him off properly. Slowly taking him into your mouth you flattened your tongue and allowed your lips to stretch to fit him as far into your mouth as you could.

“S..s..shit” Mingi whined as the head of his cock hit the back of your throat “Your mouth is perfect darling”.

“Be good and choke on him baby” Wooyoung teased playfully, moving so he could watch you struggle to take any more of his friend's length. Bobbing your head you swallowed a few times to help relax your throat allowing Mingi to slide a little further into you making both him and Wooyoung groan as you gagged and gurgled around him, your hand moving to slide along the last few inches as your drool dripped from the corners of your mouth. 

“So fucking good” Mingi stuttered his words sounding broken as you continued moving your head up and down his length. His hand came to lightly grasp your throat, moaning loudly when you tried to take even more of him. “Fuck I can feel it your throat”. 

You could feel your underwear sticking to you, every sound Mingi made was making it harder for you to concentrate, humming around him you felt his hips buck slightly forcing your nose to hit his pubic bone and choke you again forcing you to breathe through your nose. Mingi moved his hands to hold your head, one hand winding loosely into your hair. With his hand no longer around your throat Wooyoung replaced it with his swearing roughly as he felt Mingi fucking into your throat as tears began falling from your eyes.

“Fuck, so good, fuck darling, fuck” Mingi started chanting his voice tight as you felt him stiffen on your tongue before he came hard pulling your face hard against his abdomen. “FUCK” thick ropes of his cum filling your throat and mouth as he pulled you off of him, you swallowed pitifully not able to stop his seed spilling out of your mouth splattering your chest and running down your chin.

“Such a messy girl” your boyfriend tutted looking at you with hooded eyes as you whimpered softly pressing your thighs together tightly.

“Sorry Min” you rasped, letting him wipe the tears still clinging to your lashes “I didn’t mean to spill it”.

“Guess we're just going to have to make sure it all stays inside next time��� Wooyoung mocked you in a sing-song voice while Mingi manhandled you into his lap. Mingi’s plush lips crashed into yours again roughly, not seeming to care that you had his seed all over your lips and chin, his tongue sliding against yours while he held you closely, his large hands sliding under your dress to squeeze your hips bruisingly 

“Wanna fuck you darling, will you let me?” he smirked, kissing his way down your neck.

“Please Min” you mewled, grinding yourself against his still hard member and soiling your underwear further. Moving quickly he tugged your dress over your head, his breath hitching when he saw the sheer bar you were wearing leaning you back he pressed his face between your tits licking and sucking across the fabric until he tugged on your nipple with his teeth making you keen.

“You make the best fucking noises. Shit man I gotta record this” Mingi babbled his large hand sliding down your body to press against your core his eyes almost rolling back when he felt how wet they were.

“I’m going to fucking ruin you darling” he whispered devilishly pushing your underwear aside and plunging two of his long beautiful fingers into you moaning when they slid in without any resistance his cold rings making you hiss as they touched you hot slit. 

“Fuck” Wooyoung mumbled the chair squeeking softly as he moved in it.

“More Min please more” you pleaded needily rolling your hips to fuck yourself on his fingers. Mingi almost growled, pushing a third finger into you, massaging your walls and sending sparks of pleasure through you with each caress of his fingers.

“Little bit longer darling” Mingi snickered his voice dark and rough “got to get you ready for me”. You choked out a broken groan as he pushed them deeper into you stretching your walls with his ministrations. “Look so hot like this, dripping all over me”.

“Fuck Mingi” you whimpered grinding against him his thumb now rubbing tight circles on you clit and making you see stars, your thighs began to tremble as your orgasm neared making you pant and whine in Mingi’s lap. Only for him to pull his fingers from you with a loud squelch making you wail as you high faded away.

“You are only allowed to cum on my cock darling” he murmured crashing his lips into yours while he guided himself to your entrance slowly sinking into you.

 “Oh my god” you called throwing your head back as his brushed against your cervix still not totally sheathed into your desperate walls, with a sharp snap of his hips Mingi filled you completely splitting you in half and making you scream as the pleasure spiked with pain made you cum hard around him you vision going dark as you weakly rolled your hips.

“Fuck yes darling” Mingi grunted holding you tightly and thrusting his hips against you roughly bouncing you as he prolonged your orgasm for as long as he could your fluttering walls squeezing him. “So perfect for me”.

“Min, Min, Min” you quietly sobbed letting his pound into you the loud slap of skin against skin echoing off the walls.

“Such a little slut aren’t you baby?… holy shit” Wooyoung grunted harshly, his breath ragged as he finished himself on his hand. Threading your fingers into Mingi’s hair you pulled him closer to you so you could kiss him swallowing the beautiful little noises he made as he began rolling his hips harder chasing his own high. 

“I’m going to fill you up darling, want me to knock you up?” He grunted pounding into you harshly, his mouth moving down your neck to nibble at your shoulder.

“Fuck yes Mingi, please, get me pregnant” you purred painting heavily as you felt the fire reigniting in your veins. Mingi’s feral growl as he help your hips still so he could fuck even deeper into you and his cock hitting your cervix making you cry out again your whole body going rigid as you spasmed around him. His teeth sank into your shoulder when his hips stuttered before hot ropes of his thick cum painted your walls white filling you so much you thought your stomach must have started bulging. You fell limply against his chest which was still covered in his shirt, your eyes closing as you tried to catch your breath.

“You alright baby?” Wooyoung asked sweetly moving from the chair to grab a bottle of unopened water that was sitting in a small fridge by the door.

“Mmmhmm” you hummed softly, not moving as Mingi panted raggedly.

“I didn’t hurt you did I?” Mingi mumbled helping Wooyoung lift your head up so you take a sip of water.

“No” you shook your head slowly. Both the boys smiled brightly, Wooyoung helping you off Mingi’s lap as Mingi switched your places, cleaning himself up and fixing his pants before disappearing to the bathroom to get some wet paper towels to clean you up. 

“Do you want to stay and we can go grab something to eat when I’m done?” Mingi asked your boyfriend moving to help Wooyoung once again maneuver your jelly limbed body into his lap so he could hold you.

“Yeah, we will” Wooyoung chuckled. “She can get clingy afterwards. Took me almost an hour to peel her off San once”. 

“Shut up Wooyo” You pouted, sipping the water he had given you.

“Cute” Mingi laughed, turning back to his computer to finish writing his rap.

a/n: Thank you for reading my lovelies as always I and grateful for your support, likes, reblogs and comments.

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[slayfics]

An awkward date with Eijiro.

900 words

You noticed Eijiro sitting in the common room of the dorms with a downcast expression as he flipped through a textbook trying to work on an assignment.

“Hey Kirishima,” you greeted with a soft smile. “Mind if I join you?”

The redhead perked up a bit at your offer he’s eyes lighting up, “Of course not!” He said too enthusiastically.

Sitting across from him you commented, “You were looking a little down, everything ok?”

Eijiro let out a sigh, his shoulders slumping over as he looked back down at his book. “It’s nothing I’m fine.”

“You know you can tell me, right?” You encouraged.

“Yeah…” he sighed again rubbing the back of his neck as he decided if he should be honest or not. “It’s just- I usually study with Bakugo but… I don’t know recently he hasn’t been around as much with the extra classes he’s taking for his provisional license. I know he’s upset at not passing the test when we all did but- the way he’s acting now… I can’t help but wonder if I did something to piss him off.”

“Oh,” you mused and looked down at the table gathering your thoughts. You never understood how the cheerful redhead could be such good friends with the aggressive blond. It seemed to you all Katsuki did was put Eijiro down while Eijiro was always being supportive. Not having any comforting words to offer you decided a distraction was best. “What if we went out to get tea or something to take your mind off it?” You suggested.

“Yeah?! You want to!? Some boba sounds great right now!” Eijiro said with a toothy grin. “There's a place not far we can walk to!”

Your heart fluttered at his enthusiasm, and both of you grabbed your things to head out.

It wasn’t till the walk over to the cafe that you realized- this was the first time you and Eijiro would be alone.

Your hands start to shake at the thought as you both enter the coffee shop. Eijiro was adamant about buying your boba for you, so now you're left sitting at one of the tables in the cafe thinking- wait is this a date?

Your nerves start to get the best of you and now suddenly you can’t think of anything else.

Eijiro comes back with two boba teas and you're sure your brain has stopped working.

The sweet smile he has as he sets the drink next to you completely dries out your mouth and leaves you at a loss for words.

“Man, this place is really good,” he comments taking a sip of his drink. “I got us some snacks too!” He states setting the pastries down between you both on the table.

The room goes hot. Or at least that is what it feels like to you. He’s looking at you expecting a casual conversation, but you can’t stop the spiral. He’s just so damn cute with those sparkling puppy eyes. This time there’s none of your classmates to fall back on. All his attention is on you.

Eijiro takes another sip of his drink as you stare wide-eyed at him like a lost deer.

“Hey, you ok?” He asks.

“Yes!” You yell too quickly causing him to jump a bit.

He chuckles, and it makes him even cuter. “Ok just wanted to check, you haven’t tried your boba.” He notices.

“Oh right!” You exclaim and go to reach for it, but your shaking hands betray you. You reach too fast, and the drink topples over on the table. Luckily the air-tight lid only allows for liquid to spill out of the straw. Yet that does nothing for the hot embarrassment running through your body.

“I’m sorry!” You say reaching hastily to pick it up. However, the drink only slips through your fingers again this time landing it on the floor.

“Let me help,” Eijiro says too kindly. Unfazed by the simple accident that is sending your life into shambles. He bends down to grab the cup, but on his way back up smacks his head on the table. “Ow,” he exclaims rubbing the back of his head laughing.

“Are you ok?!” You ask.

“Yeah, it’s not a big deal… guess we’re both nervous, hu?” He comments placing the cup back down.

“You’re nervous too?” You asked, feeling more at ease knowing Eijiro felt the same way you did.

“Yeah... I mean… it’s our first time hanging out alone… outside of school… it’s kind of a big deal, right?” He asked then beginning to panic, “I MEAN- not that it has to be! I’m just saying that-,” you cut him off giggling at his concerned response.

“It's ok! I know exactly what you mean Kirishima,” you said with a soft smile.

“You do?! That’s great… sorry if I’m being so weird… I’m just- excited to spend time with you and… I really don’t want to mess it up,” he said honestly.

“You’re not messing anything up! I’m having a great time.” You reassured him.

“Really?? Then maybe… we can start doing this more?” He asked then quickly added, “If that’s ok with you!”

“Yeah, I’d like that,” you agreed, a faint blush growing on your cheeks.

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[towriteloveontheirarms]

Maths genius (Michael Gavey x Reader)

synopsis: You ask your class mate for a tutor session under the guise of desperately needing it. To his surprise he gets something much better than having to try to teach a girl maths.

warnings: flirting, smut, a bit of dry humping, p in v sex, afab reader

word count: 2.7k

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A/N: Writers block still has me tight in it´s clutches, but I´ve watched Saltburn for the first time today and I didn´t want to write on this for another week so here you have my first Michael Gavey fic.

As you walk into the otherwise quiet library the clicking of your heels fills the room. Prompting a few students to turn their heads and look. You don't think much about them as you take a book from the large shelves and spot a person from your lectures. Michael Gavey. So you decide to sit down close to him. You had always thought him to be rather cute. Even if nerdy and slightly off putting, still.

You focus back on the book in front of you. However, in a matter of minutes however your confident posture crumbles to a confused expression.

It takes another while for you to look up from the book in frustration. So you miss the way he avoids eye contact at all costs. Yet you search it out nevertheless.

"Hey, you are Michael Gavey, right?" You speak quietly as to not disturb the other students.

“Uh yeah” His tone is nothing short of standoff-ish and at the same time surprised. It is clear that he wasn’t expecting to be spoken to.

It takes you back slightly, but you continue nonetheless. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to bother you, but we are in the same class."

“Oh, we are. I don’t remember your name though.”

You offer him your name with a small smile. You understand that he hadn't had the easiest time connecting with your classmates, so you made a point to be different from them.

"Say, you are like a certified maths genius. Do you do tutoring?" You switch seats to sit right across the table from him.

A not entirely recognizable spark lights up behind the glasses as you do so.

“Uh… I don’t tutor or anything. Are you having trouble?” His tone softens ever so slightly.

"Yes. I have been falling behind ever since we started the new topic. I just don't get it. At all." You play with a strand of your hair and lean forward a bit in the hopes to make him say yes.

As soon as he identifies your flirting you can see he draws a blank. It's honestly kinda cute.

“Well, m-maybe you want to come over to my place later..." When he realizes that that could sound weird taken out of context, he quickly adds "So I can teach you.”

"That would be just great, but I thought maybe we could meet up at my dorm?”

You take one of your fingers to trace small patterns into the back of his hand. You know you are laying it on thick, it´s visible in the uncertain spark behind the nerdy glasses, lighting up his piercing blue eyes.

“Yeah, of course! Let’s do your room. What building are you in?” The way Michael nods so fast you are scared that his glasses fall off, makes you hide a giggle behind your hand.

"Gimme your hand." You grab a pen and pull his hand towards you.

When you write your room number onto the inside of his wrist, Michael´s eyes lock with yours like a deer in headlights.

“Got it. I’ll be over at 7:00. Will that work?”

"That works perfectly actually. I'll see you then." You give him a wink and strut away with what Michael believes to be a bit of a spring in your step.

“Um... yeah... see you then.”

His eyes follow your retreating form until you are out of sight, before he looks down at your note again, while you smile to yourself. There is only one more lecture separating you from your little `date´.

One lecture and one clothing change later, you are just about to freshen up your lipgloss when a faint knock can be heard from the door. Right on the time that you agreed upon. Michael looks down to his shuffling feet on the ground when you open the door to him, which gives you the advantage of seeing his full reaction to seeing your clothes. Bit by bit his blue eyes wander up over the thigh high stockings, pausing at the pleated skirt and over the oversized sweater until they come to a halt on your face. Instantly any sound of your name dies on his tongue.

“I um… I’m here for the… the math lesson.” He mumbles. It's almost comical how his face reddens as he pushes the glasses up his nose.

The reaction elicits a giggle from you. It is obvious that there will be a lot done tonight, but studying wouldn't take up the biggest part of it.

"Come on in." You take a step back to make way for his tall figure to enter your room.

He nods once as he does so. His gaze getting drawn back to you as he tries to maintain eye contact.

“You look… uh…”

"I look...?" It's kind of fun to see him struggle like this.

“H-hot. You look really hot and it’s distracting.” He quickly looks down so as to avoid your gaze again to hide the worsening of the blush. "So, where do we start?”

"At the beginning, maybe?" You smirk.

“Yeah… good point.” He sits down at the desk while you lean over him.

As he opens your book and begins to explain to you the foundations of the topic you let your breasts graze Michael's back and arm deliberately every now and again to put him off. It's not a hard task, with every brush of your sweater against his shirt, he stumbles over his words. It is palpable that no matter how hard he is trying to concentrate on the work in front of him, your body pulls his eyes away from the book again and again. At one point you even think you can see his length twitch underneath the cargo shorts. Letting this go on for as long as you can, you eventually put on a seemingly concerned and innocent face and lay a hand on his forehead as if to feel his temperature.

"My... You are so warm. Are you feeling well?"

Behind his eyes the wheels are turning in a desperate attempt to think of a clever response, but at this point it is just impossible. As soon as you placed your hand on Michael's forehead, all that comes out is “I-I… uh… I… “

"Come, sit on the bed. I think we should take a break from studying." You gently take his hands in yours to lead him over to the edge of your bed.

A lead without even thinking about it. The urge to just give himself up to you is building rapidly by the second.

“S-sorry. Uh… I mean I… “

"Shhh." You lay your finger under his chin to keep his gaze locked with yours. "Is this your first time?"

"Yes." Michael breathes out.

"Stop me if I go too far..." You murmur against his lips, closing your eyes just before you lean down more for your lips to meet in a feather light brush.

A shiver went through his previously relaxed body and his hot breath hit your lips harder as he kissed back. Your hand that currently holds him by the chin wanders upwards to cup one of Michael's cheeks. His hands begin to slide down the outside of your thigh, suddenly pulling you onto his lap. As he does so, the fabric of the skirt bunches at your waist. The action provokes your breath to falter and to press your body as close to his as possible. Instinctively your lips open further, to allow for a more intense kiss. One of Michael´s hands wanders behind your back to support you on his lap and then, finally, he moves his lips to your neck, giving it a soft bite.

"Oh, Michael." You whimper as his teeth graze your skin. Grinding your core against his lap as a reaction.

His hands wander further up under the fabric of your sweater, cold skin caressing warm skin and leaving goosebumps in their wake.

"Don't stop kissing me, please." Your words are barely a shuddering whisper.

His mouth leaves your neck and moves down your body to kiss your chest through the thick sweater. Sucking on your nipples until there are two wet spots staining it. The bundled nerves standing hard at attention, but your sweater is in the way of what you are doing, so his hands wander from just under your ribs further up. With a tingle running down your spine you lift your arms up in aiding him to throw the piece of fabric to the side. Not caring where it lands. You are all too glad to lose it. He too doesn't waste a single second and litters your breasts with kisses and nibbles. This time though, you feel a tug at the hem of your skirt.

The sensation makes your desire for him grow incredibly high. The zipper on the side  gets opened fast and in a swift motion you lift your body off his lap just long enough to kick it aside. There is no time or need for words.

"Your body is incredible." The words hit your skin between heavy breaths as his hands run over your stomach, rubbing tight circles into the soft skin before continuing to wander down to massage your thighs. Michael's lips wander further down your body as well to follow suit. His warm tongue traces down your middle from the valley between your breasts down to just about your belly button. Your reaction to his teasing came instantly in the form of a quiet moan. Which got followed by a knock at your door. Assuming it was just your friend that forgot something the other day, you don't make an effort to stop what you are currently doing. She needed to learn eventually after all, a notion which gets you an uncertain look from Michael beneath you.

But you only place a finger on your lips in a sign to be quiet.

"Shhh" You whisper to him and then thread your hands into his short hair to guide his face right in front of your exposed chest. Something he willingly allows, attaching his lips to nibble at your bosom. Littering it with bite marks and hickeys, tracing every little curve of it. The ministrations get you to completely forget about the knock on the door just a second ago and also the one rule you set after it. Yet at his needy nibbles and licks you can't help being unable to hold back the squeal of enjoyment that sounds through the room.

In a hurry Michael moves his mouth away from your chest and covers your mouth with one of his hands.

“Shhhhh... Your friend will hear us.” His palm lays snug against your face, so as not to let any sounds through. Something that you allow until you get a better idea. Unbothered if the two of you can be heard any longer, you warp your lips around Michael´s long, slender fingers to swirl your tongue around them teasingly.

A shock of warmth goes through his body, making itself noticeable by the way his face burned. When you feel like he had been teased enough, you let his hand free with a wet `pop´

Immediately they get replaced by his lips once more as they catch yours in a searing kiss, at which you let out a most sinful sounding moan.

“Fuck…” Both of you curse under your breaths simultaneously.

By now he has done a great job at making you desperate for more and so your trembling fingers move down to work at the buttons of his shirt. It takes a while, but eventually and with a bit of teamwork, you are able to throw it to the ground as well. Just then Michael leans all the way back until his back lays flat against the mattress. The new position makes it easier for you to grind against him, a chance you use immediately by running your barely covered cunt over the tent in the blond's pants.

"I need more..." A tiny whimper passes Michael's lips. "Need to be inside of you."

At his words your hands stop caressing his body and come down to fumble open the button of his pants. Though you don't entirely grant him his wish yet. The moment is too good to not stretch out. His pants and underwear get pulled down barely as far as they need to, before you grind on his dick again. As you do so, his member twitches up to tease your covered clit, which makes your head fall back and mouth open to make way for steadily heavier growing breaths.

When you lean forward to lock your swollen lips with his again however you move your hips a bit too far. So as you move them backwards again you only have a short moment to process the fact that his cock had slipped past the lace panties and entered your fluttering, wet heat.

“You´re so tight.” Michael can´t fight off or quieten the loud moan any longer, but the complete lack of stimulation after what you had done previously began to get to you.

“Shit. Michael I really need you to move or else I´m going crazy.” Though it wasn´t an ask from your side it also wasn´t a command, yet the blond followed it instantly. His hands gripped your hips tightly and set a slow rhythm by guiding your movements to meet his thrusts.

Both of your moans, groans, whines and whimpers fill the room along with the wet slapping of skin against skin.

”Feels so good, Michael. Feel so good inside of me.” You lean back and prop yourself up on his thighs, allowing you to fasten the movements of your hips.

“I´m not going to last much longer. You´re so wet and perfect.” He mumbles as the flush on his cheeks darkened and spreading over his face until it reached the tips of his ears.

His cock twitches inside of you as if to underline that statement. So you lead one of his hands away from your hips to your throbbing clit. Picking up on your actions Michael's thumb rubs small, tight circles into the sensitive bundle of nerves. Reveling in the way your walls flutter even further around his length, bringing him closer to the edge as your noises become even more urgent and high pitched.

“Come for me.” You say when you feel yourself get close as well. It is a whisper at first, but with a little concentration from that hazy brain of yours, you are able to repeat it a little louder. “Come for me, now.”

The blond´s eyes roll back into his head, one last whimper leaves his lips and then the feeling of warm ropes of cum filling your core floods your body. His hips stutter in their movements, but yours are from done. Continuously and relentlessly they drive you up and down on his cock. Soon after Michael you get overwhelmed by the waves of pleasure, forcing you to sit back in his lap as your legs and hips shake from the climax. Swaying back and forth on top of him for a while, before you are able to catch your breath and think straight again.

“Shit…” You hear Michael whisper beneath you.

Looking down at him, you can´t conceal a giggle at how entirely fucked out he looks. His hair is mussed and his glasses sit slightly crooked on that sharp nose. It´s almost comical.

The two of you take some more time to come back to reality and get dressed again.

“I better be going now.” Michael croaks, lingering close to you for a second. Uncertain if he should say what he was thinking. “But um… If you would like to have another study session some time… I wouldn´t be opposed to that.”

“I wouldn´t be opposed to it at all either.” Followed your flirty response.

It surprises him visibly, though he manages to sort himself out rather quickly.

“Do you mean that?” He inquires.

“I surely do. Give me your number and I´ll call you.” It is more of a suggestion, but he gives you his number so fast you almost have trouble catching it the first time. Snapping your phone shut after saving it, you turn to look back at Michael.

“I can´t wait to see you again.” You wink and give a small, alluring wave.

[bleach-your-panties]

Sincember Event❄️❄️

🔴Post Info: UA is an HBCU. Reader is black. The boys are Alphas and Reader is a Delta. Katsuki is frat prez, because we all know he's mixed🤣

🔴I had to do a lot of research on reindeer for this, lmao.

Rating: Suggestive🍭

"Baby! Oh my God! You look so pretty and dainty. Just like a deer!"

You couldn't help but laugh at Eiiji; he always got so enthusiastic watching you get dolled up for parties.

Tonight, Alpha Phi Alpha is hosting their annual Naughty vs Nice Christmas party. It's a costume party, so all frat members and pledges are required to dress up.

Eiji is pledging along with some of his classmates: Denki, Mashairo, Izuku, and Mineta.

The junior and senior members (Katsuki, Hanta, Shoji, and Shoto) had specifically instructed the pledges to dress up as Santa's reindeer while all of them would dress as elves. Katsuki, would of course be dressed as Santa.

With you being Eiijiro's girlfriend of a year now, of course he'd be bringing you along with him to this event. 

Everyone who was anyone would be there, and lots of girls from your sorority, Delta Sigma Theta, would be there as well.

“Thank you, Eiiji! You’re such a cutie. Hey sweetie pie, will you please pass me my lip gloss on the desk over there?” 

Your sweet, redheaded boyfriend nodded happily and got up from his seat on your bed to grab the makeup product for you. “Uh, baby, which one is it? There’s like fifty of them.”

His red eyes stared down at your makeup table which contained various products for primping. 

The lip gloss you were speaking of was contained in a small jar. You had ordered it from one of your favorite Etsy shops.

With a small giggle, you walked over to help him out. 

“This one, pumpkin. The lip creams. Thank you for trying, boo.” He blushed when you pecked him on the temple with your soft, plump lips.

Eiijiro, like the gentleman that he was, pulled out your vanity chair so you could sit down and apply the gloss, called Red Hot, to your pouty lips. After adding some lipliner and blending, your ensemble for the evening was finally complete.

“Okay, I’m ready, Eiiji.”

“Awesome! Well, let’s get to prancing then, my lovely little ungulate lady!” 

“Ooo, big word! I see you’ve been studying your vocabulary lists!” He nodded profusely, making the antler headband atop his head bounce around.

Most of your peers think that Eiijiro is just a big, dumb jock but that couldn’t be further from the truth.

The two of you often have study dates in the campus coffee shop or either of your dorm rooms. 

He knows that if he wants to stay on the football team and keep his scholarship that he’ll have to study extremely hard and you’re more than glad to help him out with his goals.

Your roommate, Mina, who just so happens to be a childhood friend of Eiiji’s, is almost never in the room so that gives the two of you a lot of alone time.

—-

The Party

“Hey! The golden couple has finally arrived, now shit can finally start getting interesting!” Denki bounded over to the two of you, his own set of antlers bobbing on his messy blonde bedhead. He threw an arm around Kirishima’s shoulders. 

“Who are you supposed to be? Dasher?” You giggled as Eiijiro put Denki in a headlock with his elbow. 

“Hey, did you guys know that Santa’s reindeer are actually all females? Because, you know, male reindeer actually shed their antlers and Santa’s are always depicted with their antlers.” Eiiji piped up, happy to share his knowledge.

“Wow, dude…that was uh, very thorough. Never would have pegged you for a biology major.” Denki snickered, along with Mineta who’d just strolled up.

“Don’t try to play my baby. He’s a biology and exercise science double major, so don’t do him.” You gave Eiijiro a peck on the lips, your gloss not even smearing. 

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Beefcake’s got brains and brawn, blah blah. Let’s get fucked up!” 

Denki and Mineta high-fived before disappearing into the crowd.

That’s when you heard the music start up: 

Unh, how you do that?

I’m trying to pursue that

“Oh shit, Eiiji, they’re playing our songs! You ready?!” 

Eiijiro’s grin grew wide across his face and he licked over his sharp canines. One had a ruby red gem implanted in it.

“Ready when you are, babe!”

The two of you strutted to the middle of the dance floor, the party-goers immediately parted the sea and made room for the both of you.

This was the norm for you and Eiijiro whenever you attended Greek parties: your dancing always made you both the center of attention.

Drop it down on a nigga, do damage

Booty moving left to right, it’s panoramic

You bent down in front of Eiiji and touched your toes before sliding your hands up your legs. He grabbed you by your ‘reigns’ and made your ass collide hard with his crotch.

Panoramic, it’s panoramic

Panoramic, it’s panoramic

Drop it down on a nigga, panoramic

Drop it down on a nigga, panoramic

Thanks to you and Mina, he’d become a fantastic dancer. It probably also helps that you're on the dance team while Mina is a cheerleader.

That song hadn’t been playing long when the DJ suddenly switched it up:

All this money on me

All she tryna do is get naked

Naked naked naked

Like a red nose

Like like like like like a red nose

“Oh shit, babe; this one is my fav!” Eiiji hyped and you just laughed. You straightened your back and turned around to face him.

He grabbed your hips and you rested your hands on his forearms while moving your hips side to side with his.

The other patrons had cleared a space for the two of you in the middle of the floor.

All this money on me

Now come take it from a G

All she tryna do is get naked

Naked naked

And she gone shake it

Like a red nose

Like like like like a red nose

And she gone shake it

Like a red nose

Like a like a like a red nose

Eiiji then swiveled you back around and you pressed your ass back up against him. You rubbed it against him seductively then he used his thighs to bounce it from side to side. 

Once again, Eiijiro grabbed your reigns and lifted you up slightly to slam his hips into your ass before letting you drop back down.

And she gone shake it

Like a red nose

Like a like a like a red nose

You twerked your ass from side to side while Eiiji held his arms at his sides then he dipped low and moved side to side with you.

And she gone shake it

Like a red nose

Like like like like a red nose

Eiiji patted your ass cheeks like a drum then grabbed your reigns and lifted his left leg up on the side of you with your ass pressed to his crotch.

And she gone shake it

Like a red nose

Like a like a like a red nose

He continued holding onto them while the two of you yiked faster and faster. The crowd broke out into cheers and applause, even hollering out your names.

After hearing all of the commotion, Katsuki came out, dressed like a cross between Santa and a bodybuilder while Shoto, Shoji, and Hanta trailed after him in red and green elf outfits.

“Brothers!” Eiiji smiled toothily and went in to give Katsuki a bro hug. 

“The oldest and the coldest.” Shoto said in his monotone voice. Hanta snickered.

Katsuki rolled his vermillion eyes and shrugged Kirishima off of him.

"Okay, Rudolph, the Red-Haired Dipshit. Are you two almost done fucking on the dance floor so we can start the damn games?” Eiiji whined as Katsuki didn’t bother waiting for an answer and just walked away.

“Nice dancing!” Hanta gave him a grin and thumbs up before disappearing back through the crowd after Katsuki and the others.

“Come on Eiiji, let’s go show our faces and play stupid beer pong so we can ditch this and get some double-decker nachos.”

“Ooo, nachos! Come on, baby!” With a surprised squeal turned to giggle, you wrapped your arms around your boyfriend’s muscular neck as he scooped you up bridal-style.

—-

After The Party

“Baby,  -hic- they're -hic- being mean to me again~” Eiiji whined into your plush thighs as you sat criss-cross applesauce on your dorm bed. 

You’d taken off your tight leather pants and now only had on your brown bodysuit. It was so cute how clingy and whiny your handsome boyfriend got when he was drunk. Your acrylic nails stroked his thick, spiked-up locks, making him hum into your lap then nip your thigh with his teeth. One of his big hands gripped the opposite thigh and smacked it.

He also got even more touchy-feely when he was shitfaced like this.

Denki and the others had to help carry him up to your room to keep him from making a complete idiot of himself and ending up getting them arrested for public intoxication.

"Aww, baby, what’s the matter? They wouldn’t let you join in their reindeer games?"

He shook his head sadly and hiccupped again, followed up by a loud belch.

“They said…baby, they said that my nose was too bright…and, and Katsuki said that I couldn’t guide his sleigh tonight!” He lamented, completely distraught. You had to bite down on the back of your hand to keep from laughing at him.

“Yeah baby, I’m pretty sure that Katsuki wouldn’t let you drive his truck in the condition that you’re in right now.” You patted his head.

“It’s not fair!”

With a gentle nudge, you removed his head from your thighs and cupped his cheeks. Leaning down to face him, you kissed both of his reddened cheeks.

Your soft, innocent actions had Eiijiro’s dick standing at full attention in about 2.5 seconds.

He suddenly sat up and grabbed your thighs again, tossing you up towards the headboard. The bounce of your body made him giggle as he hovered over you now.

“Ok, Rudolph, what are you planning?”

"I’m sorry, you just make me so horny, baby. These are horns, right?" He slurred drunkenly. The headband on his head flopped forward and then slid off, landing on your chest.

"Antlers, baby"

"Same thing, right?" He hiccupped again.

You chuckled with a shrug of your shoulders. Eiijiro didn’t seem perturbed though as he reached down to unbutton your bodysuit.

“Can I, baby? I want to make you moan,” He paused, fingers wobbling slightly, “like a wildebeest. Hey, what sound does a reindeer make?"

You were perplexed. "I-I don't know. It's like a moose, right?" 

He shrugged. “Well, whatever it sounds like, I’m about to make you sound like that.”

“Oh, Eiiji, I think you need some water and some Tylenol-” You were cut off as he’d now unsnapped all the buttons and was rubbing your clit through your panties.

"Mmm, baby, let's play some naughty reindeer games of our own, yeah?”

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ʳᵉᵇˡᵒᵍˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃᵖᵖʳᵉᶜⁱᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ🫶🏽

[vivid-dreamscapes]

Can we get Denki with a reader who's quirk allows them to go into paintings they make or they can give drawings "life" and use them in battle? I was thinking their quirk allows them to create paint but a downside is that they start to turn into paint when overworked/under pressure. If you want a little plot to go off of maybe the reader takes him into a painting while he fried his brain to take care of him.

(Really sorry if ur requests aren't open or if you don't take them and I didn't realize 😔)

No problem, I’d love to do your request! I have writers block more often than not, so requests are super appreciated! Especially giving me plot, that’s SO helpful 🙏😖

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Another day, another long, extremely painful study session in the dorm common rooms. As far as you knew, everyone was in their own rooms or out toning right now. Not you.

The UA festival had been a few days ago, and you had spent so much time practicing for 1-A’s act, you had totally left behind your homework.

So now you were studying on the couch’s, pink eraser lightly wedged between your teeth as you stared at the paper.

“Stupid English…” You muttered, bringing your pencil down to the paper again. You loved Present Mic, but he taught the absolute WORST class.

Right around then however, you heard your boyfriend stumbling over to you on the couches. All you did was turn around, and it was obvious he was short-circuiting again. With a sigh, you put down your homework sheets and walked over.

“Hey hon.” You said lightly, taking his hands in yours, a difficult task when they were stubbornly stuck in thumbs-ups. “Let’s get you somewhere more relaxing.”

You took the blonde up the elevator, through the halls, and into your dorm room. Anyone who walked into it for the first time would think it was an art studio.

The walls were absolutely scattered with painted canvases, mostly landscapes. Some of the paintings were even of training rooms, for times you were bored, needed the training, or couldn’t sleep. Where there weren’t paintings, there were shelves lining the walls. They were filled to the brim with paint, brushes of all kinds, paint trey pallets, etc.

In one corner was a canvas half-painted, and on it was what looked like an unfinished woodland cabin, with a deer in the background.

However, you carefully walked him over to a different painting. It was a small meadow, daises and other flowers littering the grassy fields. A nice checkered picnic blanket sat next to a bubbling creek, small rocks busting out from the water. A small basket of you and Denki’s favorite foods sat on the corner of the picnic blanket.

After a little bit of readjusting you hold on the blonde, before pressing your fingers against the dried paint on the canvas. Taking a deep breath, you activated your quirk.

Soon, the paint from the actual art piece melted under your touch, slowly turning into glob of color. After a moment, the wet paint of mixed colors started to almost crawl onto you, extending itself to cover you and Denki. Once it had completely covered your body, it pulled you in to the actually painting, leaving you with a ugh tingly feeling.

You sighed and made your way over to the picnic table, coaxing the brain-fried blonde to sit on the picnic basket too. Once he did, you got to work.

Sitting behind him, you combed your fingers through his hair, going on about your day, talking about topics you geeked out about, more hero training stuff. Something you had learned early on was he found your voice relaxing, and grounding.

When he finally managed to slip back into his more conscious state, the two of you talked and laughed for hours. The food in the picnic basket was gone pretty fast, one of the butterflies from the painting landing gently on the wicker handle.

Said butterfly was shortly scared away as you and your boyfriend rolled down the grassy hill—the blonde’s idea—slowing down at the bottom and stopping in a fit of giggles.

After what felt like hours of playing, laughing, talking, and kissing, the two of you hopped out of the painting into your dark room.

Whoops. It was way past curfew. Guess Denki was sleeping in here tonight.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sorry that took me so long to write! I’ve been super busy, so I haven’t had the chance to write a lot. I hope you liked it!

[jordanlisgirlfriend]

The things we cannot see

Pairing: Jordan Li x reader

warning: not proofread, eventual smut

summary: after hooking up with jordan right before the summer you are trying to navigate how to be friends with the only person you've ever loved.

The campus used to be so much more intimidating during my first year, but over the course of my first year it became so small. As I made my way through the herd of freshmen looking for their dorms, pushing and shoving into each other trying to make it to my own room. With all the chaos around me, I feel my face make contact with another girl's face. I pull back a bit to put some  distance between us, to get a better look at her face. Her beautiful brown eyes expanded like a deer caught headlights. I offer a smile to diffuse the awkwardness to no end.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry. It's just so busy here and everyone was pushing into each other, and it's so chaotic, I’m so sorry” she said also immediately to try and explain away the situation, it was almost comical how she was tripping over her words. “ its quite alright,  I usually prefer when people buy me dinner before they try to kiss me sweetheart” “oh that’s not what I was doing, I swear, I didn’t mean to kiss you” “ relax, it was just a joke. The first day is always brutal in these hallways, so expect to kiss a few strangers, good thing i happened to kiss a cute one at least” she started to blush uncontrollably. I have always been a flirt but not in order to get into peoples pants it was more of a way to connect with people instantly. People loved to be complimented, so by default they automatically liked me. “ I’m y/n by the way, we’ve kissed the least I can do is introduce myself” “ Marie. I’ve been walking in circles and i think i can officially consider myself lost because i cant seem to find my dorm” she hands me the piece of paper she is holding for me to check it out. “ oh this was my dorm was my dorm last year, you are on the wrong floor. I grab her hand and lead her to the staircase. “Oh my god, you are a live saver,  i owe you one, whatever you need let me know and i mean anything at all.”

“ I’ll hold you to that” you wave her off heading toward the staircase once again.

After settling into your dorm, you decide to head to the indoor training gym, assuming everyone would be out on the field watching golden boy. The freshmen were always obsessing over him. The gym was quiet so you decide to work on your agility and endurance, running over the same drills repeated enjoying the complete silence except for your heavy breathing. You were so zoned in you didn’t even notice Jordan standing next to your target practice, almost blasting into him. “Fuck dude, I could’ve seriously hurt you.” They looked  at me smugly, “Not with those weak blasts, I think I'll be just fine.” You turn away from them and try to get back to your training. “ you’ve been avoiding me, and i know you are going to say that you haven’t but I know that its not just all in my head because every time we had planned to meet up over the summer you were magically busy or something came up, yet you had time to hang out with everyone else except for me.”  you stop in your tracks and turn to face them. “ first off I’m not avoiding you, just wanted to give us both a bit of space, a cooling period if you will. I had to for both our sakes because nothing like that can ever happen again, you know that right?” “ what I know is that we hooked up, so what, its not that big of a deal and we can move past it can’t we? You are my best friend, i wouldn’t want to do anything to mess that up, but its a lot harder to have a friendship when it feels like you are a thousand miles away.” Jordan moves in closer holding out there hands for you to hold. In their female form their hands are almost the same size as yours, you hesitantly interlock their fingers with yours. You thought that with 3 months away from Jordan your feelings would have settle but the moment your hands made connect all you could think about was the warmth radiating from their body and what you do to be wrapped up in them once again. “ I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be so distant just needed the time and space to sort somethings out, because you are one of Andre’s bestfriends before you are mine and it would just be so selfish of me to not only ruin our friendship but also yours and Andre’s. I had to think and I do love being your friend but not exactly sure how to do that right now without it being awkward. It will take me a moment to adjust, so just give me some time.” Jordan was looking at you so intensely that you felt your insides turning, under their stare you became a nervous mess, the butterflies in your stomach were erupting. So you stepped back breaking the eye contact and letting go of their hand as if the closeness to them might lead to you doing something stupid again so instead you choose to break the tension. “ do you want to train with me? I could use some help” “ I would but I’ve got to go catch up on some work for Brink, how about we meet up tomorrow at like 8pm in here, the gym should be empty” you start to panic, you could not under any circumstances be alone in a room with Jordan motherfucking Li, it simply could not happen. You knew you would mess up and you would mess up big time. “ could we do 6 pm instead? I’ve got dinner with the family tomorrow” you said lying through your teeth. “ yeah I guess 6 is alright” they say as they head for the door, waving you off. You fall onto the mat, laying there for a second and all you could think was fuck I’m screwed. 

​​

[illusiondixon]

Meeting

“So here’s to Sam and his awesome LSAT victory”

“Alright, alright. It’s not that big of a deal”

“He acts all humble, but he scored a 174”

“Is that good?

“Scary good”

You were sitting with your best friends Jessica and Sam along with another friend at a halloween party. You got into Stanford while in your senior year of high school

“You are a first-round draft pick. You can go to any law school you want”

“Actually, I got an interview here Monday. If it goes okay, I think I got a shot at a full ride next year”

I said “Hey, it’s gonna go great” “It better”

“How does it feel to be the golden boy in your family”

“Ah they don’t know”

“Oh no, I would be gloating”

Me and Jess looked at Sam. You both knew that he didn’t have a good history with his family, especially you. You grew up in the hunting life as well as Sam. You both found out when there was a werewolf on campus and you both killed it together. The most surprising part was that you both found out your mothers died the same way, a fire on the ceiling when you were both six months old. After that, you and Sam became close and was best friends. Every time one of you had a problem when it came to home, you would run to each other since you both understood. It both killed you how you had to keep it from Jess, but it was for her own safety. 

“Why not?”

“Cause we’re not exactly The Brady’s”

“I’m not exactly The Huxtable's. More shots?”

“No, No”

“Hey, Y/N”

One of your friends called over from another table. You got up and said “I’ll be back”

After the party, you decided to crash at Sam and Jessica’s dorm since yours was farther away. You heard rustling and grabbed your pocket knife. You saw what seemed to be Sam standing in front of another figure. You turned on the light switch and said “What the hell?”

“y/n/n”

“Dean this is my friend y/n, y/n this is my brother Dean”

Dean said in a flirty tone “So just a friend huh? Lucky me”

You looked over at him and said “yeah lucky you”

You went over to the mini fridge to grab a beer. 

Sam said “Whats wrong? Is there a hunt nearby or something?”

“Yeah i was just gonna catch some deer”

You laughed to yourself and Sam said “Dean she’s a hunter, your good”

Dean looked over to you and said surprisingly “wait really?”

“Yup, grew up in the life and came here”

He kept looking at you with almost lust.

“Sam, y/n/n?”

“Jess, hey”

“And Dean, this is my girlfriend Jessica”

“Wait your brother Dean?”

“I love the smurfs”

“Just let me put something on” 

“No no its fine, I just need to borrow your boyfriend here to talk about some private family business but it was nice meeting you.”

“No" Sam said moving towards Jessica

“No, whatever you want to say, you can say it in front of her”

“Okay um, Dad hasn’t been home in a few days”

“So he’s working overtime on a miller time shift. He’ll stumble in sooner or later.”

Me and Dean looked at each other, reading his mail.

“Dad’s on a hunting trip, and he hasn’t been home in a few days.”

“Jess, y/n excuse us” 

Sam and Dean left the dorm

Me and Jess looked at each other and she says “Well that was weird”

I shrugged my shoulders and said “I don’t know” 

She shrugged her shoulders as well and left the room. I went over to the kitchen to raid their fridge, as I always do

Time passed by and Sam was passing through the kitchen with a bag in his hand. I said “Sam, if you need backup just call me. I may be rusty but only if you need an extra hand” 

He smiled and nodded saying “Thanks y/n/n” 

You nodded and went back to bed

~The next day~

You knocked on the door and it revealed Jess

She smiled and let me in.

We sat down on her couch drinking wine and talking about anything, mostly gossiping. 

She looked over to me and said “So..Dean?”

“What about him?”

“What do you think of him?”

“He seems nice”

She looked over me then gasped “You like him”

“Jess-“

“No no, you do. I can see it in you. Come on this is a chance”

“A chance for what?”

“To be with a guy”

“Yeah my best friends brother. I’m not doing that it’s just wrong”

“Oh come on I’m sure Sam wouldn’t mind”

“No I don’t play that route”

“Okay fine but you definitely like him don’t you?”

“I mean he’s cute”

She gave me a look and I said “Okay he is very attractive”

She smiled and squealed

I said pointing my finger “You don’t tell anybody this, especially Sam”

“Well what about Dean”

“God no”

“Okay okay, I won’t tell anybody. I promise”

“Thank you” and we both clicked our drinks together taking a sip of our wine

~

“Hey, you want breakfast?”

“No thanks. So how’d you pay for that stuff? You and Dad still running credit card scams?”

“Yeah well, hunting ain’t exactly a pro-ball career. Besides, all we do is apply. It’s not our fault they send us the cards.”

“Yeah, and what names did you write on the application this time?”

Dean said getting in the car “Uh…Bert Aframian and his son Hector. Scored two cards out of the deal”

“Sounds about right. I swear man, you got to update your cassette tape collection.”

“Why?”

“Well for one, they’re cassette tapes. And two, Black Sabbath, Motorhead, Metallica?” 

Dean grabbed the cassette tape from Sam’s hand

“It’s the greatest hits of the mullet rock” Sam said

“House rules Sammy,-Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cake hole”

Dean started the car and turned on the music

“You know Sammy is a chubby twelve year old. It’s Sam, okay?”

“Sorry I can’t hear you, the musics too loud” 

Dean thought for a moment and shut off the car

Sam said “What are you doing?”

Dean said “So y/n?”

“Dude-“

“What? She seems like a cool chick and very hot”

“Look if you’re just gonna hook up with her, I don’t even want you near her.”

“Who says it’s just a hookup?”

“Well last time I checked, that all you do and I don’t want her to just be one of them”

Dean said “Whatever dude” and he started the car and drove.

The truth was that Dean really liked her and wanted something with her. He didn’t know why he felt that way, but he just did. But he knew that with the different lives they both have, it wouldn’t work out.

~

You were sleeping in your dorm when your phone rang. You put on your reading glasses and looked at the phone seeing Sam’s name. You answered it and said “Hey what’s up?”

“Jessica’s dead”

You sat up and said “What?”

“It was the thing that killed our moms”

“I’m on my way” and you hung up the phone

You grabbed a hoodie and put on your shoes. You ran to your car and drove over to their dorm. You saw fire trucks outside with smoke coming out of their dorm and parked the car. 

You got out of your car and saw Sam by an Impala holding a gun. You ran over to him and said “Sam”

He looked over with his eyes filled with tears.

You pulled him in a hug and his arms were around your back.

He said “The thing came after her”

Tears coming out of your eyes and you said “I know” 

You both pulled apart and he picked up the gun again. You leaned against the opened trunk staring at the road in front of you, blaming myself. 

For weeks, you've been having the same nightmare of Jessica dying the same way as your mother. You didn’t want to tell Sam because you didn’t want to make things worse for him. You knew that it was horrible to keep this a secret but you couldn’t. Since you grew up constantly losing people, you always figured that it was just a nightmare of losing your best friend. You felt that you should’ve protected her.

Dean walked over to us looking at us both

He said calm “So what now”

You said “I’m dropping out”

Sam looked up and said “What?”

“I’m hunting this son of a bitch down. First my mom, now my best friend. I’m not just gonna let it walk anymore. Sam I’m sorry I just can’t” 

“I’m leaving too”

Dean said “Wait so you both are dropping out now?”

I said “What’s the point anymore”

Sam said “Look the thing is after one of us, or the both of us. We have to be prepared. I say Dean we find Dad then go after this thing.” 

Dean said “Okay, y/n you coming with us?”

“No I’m gonna try to get a start on this thing but it might take me a while. You guys go find your dad”

Dean said “Take your time”

I said “I’ll call you if I have a lead”

Sam said “We will too”

I smiled and walked away to my car

[whimsicallyreading]

You Don’t Even Go Here

Day Two for Rowaelin Month

A college AU

~

Aelin grins mischievously as she walks up the stairs of the men's dorm at Terresan University. The teal-blue waffle iron clutched under her arm.

Aedion didn't really need it. It had been on the fifty-percent-off rack at the supermarket, and he'd simply thrown it in the cart for good measure. Yet, when Aelin saw the box for it laying the hall, she'd seen opportunity.

It had hit her harder than she'd thought. Aedion leaving. They'd been raised like siblings but grew up something closer to best friends. It wasn't fair that he was nearly three years older and ready to leave when she wasn't prepared for him to go.

Aelin had cried the whole car ride home. Then when they finally got back to the house, she'd called him right away. He could hear how teary she was and happily obliged her call. Narrating his actions as he went about setting up his dorm room. He teased her about missing him, but she could tell that he missed her too.

So, armed with an excuse to visit him, Aelin made the hour-long drive to visit her cousin.

Aelin was halfway up the stairs but not paying too much attention to her surroundings. She was too busy repeating Aedion's room number over in her head because no matter how many times she checked her phone, it just wouldn't stick in her head. Maybe if she'd focused a little more on the things happening around her, she wouldn't have crashed into a half-naked man.

A solid and calloused hand darts out and grips her shoulder before she can go tumbling down the stairs. Its twin desperately clutching the towel wrapped around his waist.

Aelin looks up apologetically, and her jaw nearly falls to the floor. His white hair was still damp from the shower and swooped over the top of his head, and his biceps were too large for Aelin to wrap both hands around. An intricate tattoo coils elegantly from a cheekbone and down the length of his body.

He was a man indeed. Nothing like Chaol or Dorian or any of her junior friends. This was a new breed of man. The apex kind. Aelin is pretty sure she looks like a deer in the headlights, and she's too busy ogling him to understand the words he'd been repeating to her.

"Are you okay?" His eyebrows are furrowed as if he's afraid he'd literally struck her stupid. Aelin felt that wasn't far from the truth.

"Yes, sorry," she apologizes as she steps back, suddenly very aware of how in his personal space she was. "I wasn't paying attention. You just caught me by surprise."

Aelin was definitely panicking. Where was her swagger when she needed it most? Why would it choose now to abandon her?

By some miracle, he doesn't seem off-put by her awkwardness. In fact, a smile curls the edges of his lips, revealing a set of dimples that made her heart stumble.

Gods he had dimples.

"No, I ran into you. It's my fault. My name is Rowan.”

He holds out a hand, and Aelin shakes it clumsily. "I'm Aelin."

"Aelin." She loves the way her name rolls off his tongue. "I haven't seen you around before. Are you a freshman?"

Oh no. Aelin's eyes widen, but she recovers swiftly and smooths her features out. Rowan thinks she's a student. Not some crazy high schooler too emotionally dependent on her cousin.

"I'm actually a junior," Aelin laughs at his perplexed expression. "I don't go here, though. I'm just stopping by to drop off some things my cousin forgot."

White lies. What was a white lie worth? Aelin likely wouldn't ever see him again, and is it so wrong for a girl to enjoy some harmless attention? If Aelin spent more time thinking about it, she probably wouldn't like the answers she'd come up with, but that was neither here nor there.

"Is that a waffle maker?" Rowan's green eyes glint with amusement.

"My cousin loves to eat. What year are you?" Aelin crosses her fingers that he's the same age as Aedion and not a senior or something. Her cousin would murder her if he found out she flirted with a man five years older.

"Don't we all? I'm a sophomore, a bit younger than you, I suppose." Rowan drags a hand through his hair. "Listen, I know you came to see your cousin, but maybe I could get your number, and we could get a cup of coffee before you head out?"

Was this really happening? Aelin inwardly squealed with excitement. Lysandra would die when she recounted this story later. "Sure."

Just as she pulled her phone from her pocket, an all too familiar voice materialized behind her. "Aelin?"

Aedion smiles as he lays eyes on his beloved cousin. He takes a couple steps down the stairs, and that grin quickly fades as he sees the naked man.

Oops, she'd forgotten that detail.

"Rowan?" Aedion's eyes harden as they lock on Rowan. "Why the hell are you ogling my cousin with no clothes on?"

"You know him?" Aelin swears under her breath. She cannot believe her luck.

Aedion laughs coldly as he sizes up Rowan, "He's my roommate, but he's about to be a corpse. Why are you perving on my seventeen-year-old cousin?"

Rowan's looks between the bewildered. "You said you were a junior?"

Aedion laughs harshly as Aelin blushes. "I am...just in highschool. Not college. I told you I didn't go here."

"I didn't realize I was rooming with a pedophile," Aedion grabs Aelin and pulls her to his chest. "Was he bothering you?"

"Pedophile?" Rowan's dimples have disappeared, and he looks at Aedion disturbed. "I'm only nineteen!"

Aelin shoves away from Aedion's boorish grip. "The only one bothering me is you."

Rowan's cheeks are flushed red as the full impact of the situation they were found in dawns on him. Damn it if Aelin didn't find his blush endearing. He is a solid chunk of muscle. How is everything he does so cute?

"Look, I just got out of the shower, and I bumped into Aelin. It was an accident. She was just on her way to give you your waffle maker-"

"You brought my waffle maker?" Aedion cuts Rowan off, eyeing the box under her arm.

That's when Aelin sees it. The twinkle of mischief in his eye and the forced concern. Aedion was playing her. He obviously knew Rowan wasn't a creep and saw the perfect opportunity to cause chaos. Aelin scowls at him, and that spark grows brighter. It's moments like this she wonders why she ever missed her cousin in the first place.

Aedion tugs the box out of her grasp and smiles. "Wow. This is perfect timing. Vaughn and Fen were just talking about making breakfast for dinner." He looks at Aelin and forces a frown. "If I'd known you were coming, I would have invited you, but it would kind of be rude to bring a guest now."

"What?" Aelin sputters. She drove all this way, and he was really going to ditch her? It was embarrassing, but tears prickled at the edges of her eyes. He was an ass, but she obviously came because she missed him, and he didn't even care? She really thought they were closer than that.

"Yeah. Sorry, Lin." Aedion points at Rowan, who was just standing to the side, thoroughly uncomfortable. Yet, despite the awkwardness, he hadn't left. "Hey, you owe me one for creeping on my little cousin. Earn my trust back and see that she has something for dinner and gets to her car safely? She has my phone number, one bad text, and your ass is grass."

Aedion tosses her a wink, and it's all Aelin can do to keep from outright gaping. Rowan looks stunned, his eyes darting between the two Ashryvver's. They settle on Aelin for a moment too long. Some of the tension eases from his shoulders, and he smiles. "I think I can manage that."

"Good." Aedion turns back up the stairs pats the box. "Thanks for bringing it to me, Lin. I'll call you tomorrow, don't send me to voicemail."

Just like that, her cousin, a walking, talking agent-of-chaos, disappears back to wherever he came from.

"So," Rowan starts, "If you want, I know a perfect Italian place we could swing by, my treat seeing as I plowed into you."

Aelin frowns and fiddles with the end of her necklace. "You aren't upset that I lied?"

"You didn't lie." Rowan chuckles, a deep sound that sends a shiver of delight down Aelin's spine. "You don't go here."

Aelin tilts her head as if she's deeply considering the offer. "I suppose it couldn't hurt. What's good there?"

"They have an awesome kabob." Rowan tugs his towel tighter. "It's my favorite."

It's Aelin's turn to laugh. "Isn't that just meat on a stick?"

"Let's go, and I can show you how profoundly wrong you are," he moves to take a step down, but Aelin stops him with a hand to the shoulder. "What is it?"

Aelin points to his towel, "I don't think they will serve guests without pants."

The flush that Aelin loves his back full force as he scrambles the other direction up the stairs. "Shit. Give me five minutes. I'll be right back. Aedion better have not locked out or I swear-"

Rowan's embarrassed tirade quiets as he charges up to his dorm to change. Aelin smiling as he goes. She can't believe she's going out to dinner with a guy like that.

Opening her phone, she sends a quick heart emoji to her cousin. He instantly replies back with one of his own. Aedion may have moved to college, but he still had her back at the end of the day. Even if it wasn't in the most ideal way.

Rowan comes back down the stairs moments later, and she's not disappointed by what she sees. He took the time to put on a flannel shirt and comb some gel through his hair. While the view without clothes had been pleasant, Aelin could definitely appreciate this look too.

"I'm ready if you are," Rowan extends an arm to help her down the stairs.

It's such a fussy, old-man move, and she loves it.

"Let's go."

[4dtk]

anon: “hi i was the one who requested the jisung fluff the other day and i wanna say tHAT ITS SO CUTE AND THANK YOU SO MUCH🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️ could i request another jisung drabble with 11 under hugs, 26+29 in kiss, and 18+50 in touch !!” i’m happy you liked it enough to request another one anon! thank you <3 this one is a bit more dialogue and less descriptive, hope you enjoy!

jisung and y/n being dorks basically. they're playing games again hope you don't mind lolol

hugs, 11: clinging to each other

kisses, 26 & 29: giggling while kissing, hushed conversation in-between kisses

touching: 18 & 50: squishing the other’s cheek, putting a hand over the other’s mouth to shut them up

“who the hell used my card to buy video games?” haechan shouts. you can’t tell if he’s more mad or annoyed, but that doesn’t stop the both of you from freezing up.

“jisungie! was it you?” the voice, usually heard in gentle slow ballads and contrasted against the heavy beats of upbeat songs now reverberated throughout the dorms.

there’s no time for the two of you to react when he bursts into the room. jisung’s switch in his hands, you clutching onto his arm, hair messy. even donghyuck couldn’t hold back on a small giggle when the two of you looked like deers caught in the headlights.

“uhm-!” you started a little too loudly, before clearing your throat, “actually- jisung wasn’t the one who used it. you might want to find-“ the mario kart soundtrack, the monotonous fan blowing from across you, a burp that you barely concealed. the whole situation was hilarious, although you couldn’t find it in you to even crack an awkward smile.

there’s panic in jisung’s eyes when he hears the familiar hyung’s name hanging off the tip of your tongue. the gasp from your boyfriend wasn’t missed, nor was the quick hand going over your mouth to shut you up any better.

“you two are shit at lying,” haechan raises a brow, but sighs, “but you wouldn’t know my card details anyway.”

phew. you both collectively relax when the door finally shuts, sinking back into the bed with the lost game of mario kart as jisung’s character stands on last place.

the room stands still for a second before the two of you break into laughter, struggling to explain the small things that made you crack up so bad. you’re barely breathing, holding onto the sheets with an iron grip with chest heaving.

“hyung is going to kill me,” he whispers, the screen naturally going back to the home page after a minute. he puffs his cheeks with a furrow in his brows, pulling you closer now that the game’s done, “ah, well.”

your surprise ends fast, but the other’s is amplified with “hm?”’s and wide eyes when you squish his cheeks between your fingers, laughing at the way his lips form into a duck face.

“oh my god, you look like cheep-cheep!” he swats your hand away with faux anger even when you’re taking the switch into your hands before starting a game on cheep-cheep island, frantically pointing to the obstacles of fish back and forth that you’re not even focused on winning.

jisung can only watch you with a gentle smile on his face, taking the console from you as he places his lips on yours. the kiss is slow, soft, tender, and you can tell he’s hesitant to deepen it. he finally does it when he feels you pull him in where you’re hip to hip, torso to torso.

“wait wait- why would haechan kill you?” you giggle, pulling away as the arms around his neck come round to cup his cheeks.

the other laughs nervously, “not haechan hyung, jeno hyung-“

you kiss him again, red dusts his cheeks, your smile widens.

“but didn’t jeno say it was okay to use hyuck’s details- oh. ohhhhh…” realisation hits you. “you’re sneaky bitch!”

jisung only snorts at the name-calling, “hyung said it was okay that i use it but… i didn’t. he hoped he could rope me in and we’d have to pay the bill together since he knows my games are cheaper but,” he shrugs.

“and to think you were so excited about the game too… why didn’t you just buy it? they would’ve let you off anyway.”

“eeh, i have my personal bank account here,” jisung messes up your hair, planting a peck on your lips.

your sound of protest is lost to his lips when he kisses you again and you can feel his skin heat up under your hands that it makes you giggle. jisung pulls away.

“i guess it feels good to just buy things on your own accord.”

“that wasn’t the case yesterday when you fished cash out of my wallet to buy jjajjangmyeon…”

he pouts, and you resist the urge to squeeze his cheeks again, although your moment of teasing gets interrupted by haechan screaming out lee jeno’s name.

the both of you share a giggle, only burying deeper into the covers with legs tangled over the other and bodies as close as they can be to imitate a deep slumber. it’s comfortable, and you wish you could stay hidden with your boyfriend as long as you can, but you can already hear the calculated steps of two hyungs.

“game face on,” you stifle a laugh at that, thankful your slip-ups were muffled by jisung’s shirt that you can hear his body shake with chuckles, too. you’re prepared for the fake sleepy eyes and exaggerated yawns, and you have to slap jisung’s chest to get him to stop laughing when someone knocks on the door.

“if we die today at the hands of your brothers, i love you.”

“shut up, (y/n),” a soft laugh full of amusement, “but i love you too.”

[rudystopit]

Study Date

[iida Tenya x f!reader] 

summary: you and the other girls started making bets on who the class rep. has a crush on. you decided you’d find out yourself. 

*all characters are third years* 

warning: nsfw but wholesome, stripping, squirting, overstimulation, praising, and fingering. 

wc: 3.4k

You sat with mina and momo at lunch. they sat quietly. You look around. You see the class rep. You two make eye contact and he shyly waves. You flash a bright smile and wave back. You turn back to the other two.

“Let’s make a bet,” you say. You catch their attention. “Who does Mr Iida Tenya have a crush on?” You smile.

“$5, no one,” momo says, “he seems like he’d be the type to say ‘he doesn’t have time’” she laughs.

“$10 Uraraka,” mina says. You write down their bets as the rest of the girls show up.

“Whatcha writing?” Uraraka asks, looking at the paper.

“Bets, want in?” You tell her. you move the notebook so she can see it.

“What are we betting on?” Tsuyu asks, sitting next to mina.  

“Who Iida likes,” mina laughs,  “I said Uraraka,” Uraraka’s face goes red.

“$5 y/n,” Jirou says, sitting down next to momo.  

“Why me?” you ask.

“he stares at you all the time,” Jirou says.

“yeah,” all the girls say.

“i change my bet,” mina says. “$10 on y/n.”

“how about i ask him on a date and you guys pay me the bets, since you guys all think he likes me,” you sneer.

“ok,” mina says.

“fine. $5 each,” you say, getting up. you walk over to where iida is sitting. he’s reading and he looks up to see you. he smiles.

“hello, y/n,” he says sweetly.

“hey, i need help studying for that test. can you help me out?” you ask.

he smiles and says he wouldn’t mind and to come by his dorm this afternoon and he’ll help you. you thank him and walk back to the table. they all act natural when you turn around.

“so?” tooru asks.

“i’m going to his dorm tonight to study,” you sit down and they talk about what think is gonna happen. they start another bet if you’re gonna sleep with him or not.

that afternoon, you walk to his dorm. you wore a simple hoodie and some shorts. you held your books in hand. you didn’t need help on study but it was the only thing you could think of on the spot that didn’t sound to “datey.”

you knocked on his door. you heard some shuffling and the door opens. he stood in the doorway with a white shirt and some sweats. you smile. “hey, y/n, come in,” he opens the door wider.

his dorm was super clean. like show room clean. you doubt there’s even a speck of dust. damn he must clean everyday. you sit at the coffee table and he sits on the side next to you. he opens the textbook and starts reading what the test is going to be about. you zone out to his calming voice. you start to drift off to sleep.

“y/n!” he yells. you snap awake. “really? you asked for help,” he’s voice is rough.

“sorry, it just so boring,” you huff. you put your head on the table. he looks at you. a small smile creeps onto his face. you shoot up with an idea. “let’s make it a game!”

“like what?” he asks. you smile.

“ok, hear me out, every question i get right, i get to ask you a question wrong, one piece of clothing off,” his face gets red, “your choice of clothes, if you want,”

“no,” he almost yells. his face is super red.

“come on tenya~” you beg. “studying is so boring so let’s make it fun!”

“n-no y/n,” he stumbles. you give up and put you’re head on the table. you play with your hands, embarrassed. he probably hates you now, you thought. “well, maybe we could,” you turn your head to him. “w-we could try it. i just don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” he played with his hands.

“ok,” you answered.

“ok, umm,” he asks a question about the cell structure. you messed up the er and golgi body. his face goes beat red when he had to pick something for you to take off. “s-shorts, i guess, you don’t want to it’s fin-“ you stand up and pull them down and toss them to the side. you plop back down.

he asks about aerobic respiration. you answer correctly. “shirt,” he pulls it over his head. he looks away as you look at his toned abs.

he asked about the main parts of the cell. “easy, membrane, nucleus, and ctyoplsm,” you answer. “left sock” he gives you a weird look and pulls off his left sock.

“ok describe a lysosome,” he asks. he leans his elbows on the table as you described something and is totally not even close to a lysosome. “wrong,” he smiles. “give me your left sock,” he smiles. you take it off and throw it at him.

“here’s an easy one,” he says

“hey i’ve gotten two correct so far!” you yell.

“ok, do you want a hard one?” he leans over to you. “you really want me to take your clothes?”

your face goes red. “just ask the question.”

“where are organelles found?” he asks.

“in the cytoplasm,” he smiles.

“let me guess, my right sock,” he laughs. you hold out your hand. he pulls it off and hands it to you. “described cell theory,” you ramble on about cell theory but you miss a small part. “ooh so close but you missed apart, hand over the sock,” you glare at him and give him your right sock.

he asked about the parts of a nucleus. you answer. you almost didn’t get it right up, but you caught yourself. “well, gimme the pants,” his face is bright red the whole time he takes off his pants. he sits back down and won’t look you in the eyes. you’ve never seen his legs up close or with out the mufflers. you let your hand crease his calf. he tenses up. he crosses his arms and closes his eyes as you feel his leg.

“does it ever hurt?” you ask mindlessly.

“sometimes,” he answers. “not my legs but the rest.” you’ve heard about his quirk but you never could fully understand it. “let’s get back to studying,” his tone felt serious. he asks about the mitochondria and you say some dumb shit.

“come on. it’s literally the easiest thing to remember,” he yells.

“damn i’m sorry,” without thinking you take off your hoodie and hand it to him. he freezes and his face goes instant tomato red. you completely forgot what bra you were wearing. the lacy black one that you only wear when it’s a special occasions or laundry day. your cheeks get hot as he stares. “next question!” you yell.

“uh... ummm... oh, here, which organelle’s function is likely to be impaired because of an mutation?” he asks trying not to look at you.

“i don’t know ribosomes,” he looks at you with wide eyes. ha you got it right.

“c-correct,” he stumbles. he straights get up.

“the glasses! four eyes!” you’re beyond red. you hold out your hand. he takes them off. you stare at him. he only got hotter. he looks at you squinting.

“what?” he asks.

“n-nothing, next question!” you say looking away.

“Which of the following observations tells her that the organism is eukaryotic?” he asks with the book inches away from his face.

“ughh ribosomes again?” you say. he squints at you.

“no,” he quickly looks away and holds out his hand. you take off your bra and hand it to him. he looks at it and squints. face, red. he drops it. “bad time to ask for my glasses back?”

“iida tenya did you just flirt with me!” you joke.

“n-no i meant to read the questions!” he gets all fluster. you put the glasses across to him. he puts them on and blinks a few times. then he looks at you. his mistake because he instantly looks away with a mad blush.

you laugh and crawl over to him. he refuses to look at you. you grab his chin. he looks at your face only. “it’s okay, tenya. i don’t mind,” you drop his chin and grab his hand. you bring it up to your chest. he doesn’t know what to do at first but he looks down and starts squeezing it softly. his cheeks are super red. you smile at how cute he is. his hand drops and he turns tkt be book.

“well we should get back to work,” you decided not to fight it and sat down and waited for the question. “are you single?”

“yes,” you answer. “hey that correct!” you joke. he looked at you like deer in headlights. “i’m joking. also why would i ask to play this game if i dating someone?”

“i don’t know,” he says shyly. “What type of microscope would be most effective for studying a living cell?” he asks.

you thought a little bit then answered magnifying glass. he looks at you. “wrong” you got up and then turned around. you slowly pulled down your panties. you tossed them at him which he dodged. you laugh and sit back down.

“umm, Which of the following choices correctly describes the composition of a ribosome?” he asked.

“contains RNA, proteins, and... lipids?” you ask. he pinched the bridge of his nose, he sighs.

“no,” he looks at you. “what now?”

“hmm. you seem like you’ve never touched a girl so i guess everyone i get wrong you can explore?”

he’s overwhelmed. he’s way over his head. you broke him. “n-no,”

“fine ask me a question about myself,” you say leans back on your elbows. your whole body on display. he couldn’t help but stare.

“Based on the diagrams, which organism(s) are eukaryotic and why?” he slides the book to you. you sit up and stare. he soaked in every inch of your body.

“2 and 3? cause? they both have the tails?” you questions.

“come on y/n,” he huffed. “are you doing this on purpose?”

“yes,” you answer bluntly. he’s jerks back stunned.

“what do you mean?” he asks.

“nope, one question per lost,” you wave your figure in his face.

“Which of the following junctions form a watertight seal between neighboring cells?” then he lists four things. you think about it and try remembering that lesson. you remember hearing tight junction.

you get close to tenya and you put your index finger on the band of his boxers. you whisper in his ear “tight junction,” you snap his waistband. you sit back down facing away as he takes them off. you look over your shoulder. he’s scowling at you.

he flips through the book, “What is the primary function of the rough endoplasmic reticulum?” he asks and looks at you. you stare off thinking of the answer.

“modifying proteins!” you shout. he smiles.

“okay, hit me, what something your dying to know?” he laughs leaning on the table to hide his lap.

“virgin?” you ask.

“...yeah,” he says shyly.

“awww,” you yell and put your hand on his arm.

“Which of the following proteins attach desmosomes to one another?” he asks.

“a what?”

“desmosomes are junctions that attach themselves to its neighbors,” he explains. you move closer. you warm your arms around his. he tenses up and tries to push you off.

“like this?” you laugh.

“y-yes y/n g-get off,” he gets you off.

“hmmm, connexins?” you ask.

“nope, why are you doing this?” he asks in a hella scary tone.

“because,” you answer laying down, looking at the ceiling. you turn to him. he’s rubbing his temples.

“no seriously y/n!” he yells.

“damn fine, because i wanted to know if you liked me,” you answer sitting up. you tweedle with your hand. “mina and the other girls said they catch you staring at me and we wanted to know if you liked me,” you mumble. “it’s fine you don’t and i can leave if you want,” you reach over to grab your hoodie.

he grabs your wrist, “we’re not done studying,” what the fuck is up with him and study...

you sit back down and he looks through the book. “ah, Which of the following is a function of the extracellular matrix?” and he lists stuff out.

“i don’t know, storing genetic info?” you say shrugging. you weren’t feeling this anymore. you feel exposed and kinda tired.

“wrong, do you like me?” he asks.

“i guess,” you look at your feet. “after today yeah,”

“ok, Which of the following statements is true regarding gap junctions?” he asks.

“tenya, i don’t know, can we just stop,” you ask.

“nope,” he sighs, “fine, here’s a different question, Which of the following statements regarding chloroplasts is false?”

“thylakoids are pigments found in the chloroplast that’s what give plants the green color,” you sigh.

“correct,” he says. “what’s your question?”

“can i leave?”

“no, ask a better one,” he rolls his eyes.

“fine, who do you like?” you huff looking at the book. he moves next to you and grabs your chin. he lightly kisses you. it takes a second for you to process what is going on. he pulls away. he puts his hand on the back of his neck and laughs.

“i’ve liked you for awhile now. i just thought you had i think with someone mina is friends with,” he smiles. you just blank stare at him. you brain is somehow empty but also having a million consecutive thoughts at the same time. “sorry, you can leave if you want,” he moves back to his spot on the floor.

you practically lunge at him. your arms around his neck. you sit on his lap. you smash your lips against his. he’s taken by surprise but he closes his eyes and his hands make their way to your hips. you smile into the kiss. you part your lips and swipe your tongue across his lips. he pulls away.

“sorry, i’m not tha-“ you cut him off but kissing him and shoving your tongue into his mouth. you explore ever inch and your fingers tangle in his hair. his hands explore your body. he feels every inch of your back, ass and shoulder.

you pull away with a string of silva connecting you two. “i want to,” you pause. he thinks for a second. his eyes widen and he blushes.

“are you sure?” he asks. “we don’t have to it you don’t want to,”

“do you want too?” you ask.

he looks you on his lap, “yes, a lot,” he smiles. you get off of him and stand up. you hold out your hands for him. he grabs them and stand up. he pulls you to him and you rest your head on his chest. he kisses your head. you look up at him and he kisses your forehead. he starts to walk and you stumble back. he keeps giving you small pecks around your face. you giggle as he plays with your hands while walking. the cold back hit the wall.

he leans over you. he looks down at you and smiles. you smile back.

“you’re so beautiful,” he whispers. he dips his head to your neck and kisses till he find the spot that makes you melt. he leaves it purple and he drops your hands. his hands travel down your sides and onto your thighs. he grabs them and pushes you up. you hop in his arms. he grips right under your ass

“little hands there, lover boy,” you laugh.

“i’ve been wait so long for this, let me,” he winks and carries you to his bed. he lays you down gently. he kisses your neck and leaves a trail of small kisses down your chest and to you stomach. he rubs your hips. you tangle you fingers in his blue hair.

he smiles and moves away from you. you sit up, watching him. he squats down to his dresser and shuffles the clothes around. you hear a box get ripped open. you start laughing. of course he’s prepared. he looks over his shoulder.

“you’re cute,” you say. he blushes even more and you hear the ripping of plastic. he puts the condom on and walks back to you. he leans down and cups your face. he smiles down at you.

“are you sure?” he asks. you nod. “use your words, darling,” his thumb rubs your cheek.

“yes, tenya, i’m 100% sure i want you,” you whisper. he kisses your forehead and he pushes his tip in. you moan into his chest. he’s grateful you can’t see his face. you grab his hips and pull him closer.

he stretches you out. everything about him is huge so why wouldn’t his dick be just as big. you squeeze your eyes shut and moan louder into his chest. he bottoms out.

“are you ok?” he asks.

“yes ten,” you smile. he leans down and kisses your cheeks and travels down to your neck. he kisses your collarbone. you roll your hips slightly and tenya’s breathing hitches. you move him hips and he takes control. he slowly thrusts in and out. you wrap your legs around his hips. your arms snake around his back. he hugs you and picks up the pace.

“damn, y/n you feel so good,” he whispers. he starts slamming into you. you claw into his back and moan into his neck. “god you sound amazing,” he loves how your pussy clenches around him. he starts groaning in your ear and he comes. he lays on your and pants on your neck. he pulls out and walks to the bathroom.

you hear the water running from the sink. you lay there. he comes back and crawls in bed behind you. his huge arms wrapping around you. he kisses the back of your neck. he picks you up and sides underneath you. he’s sitting up against the headboard and you’re snuggled into his chest. one of his hands slides down your stomach. he slips two fingers in between your folds. he rubs a small circle around your clit. you bite your lip and move your legs wider. he keeps one of his arms across your chest.

“come on, darling, i want to hear you,” he says and moves his fingers faster. you let out a breathy moan. he kisses your shoulder. he moves his two fingers to your entrance. he slips them in. you out his name. he pumps his fingers for a little bit then curls them. you try to arc your back but his arm holds you against his chest.

his fingers rub against the rough part of your pussy. he moves his fingers at an inhuman speed. you moan out, “come on princess, come on my fingers,” with that you come undone on his fingers. he keeps his pace and you ride out your high until you feel like you have to pee. he keeps going.

“tenya, too much,” you moan out gripping onto his arm and wrist. he keeps going. yelled out and you felt a liquid flow out of you. you pant and you bury your face into his arm.

“yes, good girl,” he pulls his fingers out of your aching pussy. you watch him rub his fingers together with the slick fluid. he kisses your neck. “don’t worry baby. i just know the female body,” he kisses your shoulder.

he scoops you up bridal style and walks you to the bathroom. he sits you on the toilet while he starts a bath. you head swirl and you felt like passing out. you hang your held and close your eyes. tenya moves to sit in between your legs. his arms wrap around you waist. you put your hand on his head. you pet his soft hair. you two sat like that for a few minutes.

he moves away and feels the water. he takes your hands and pulls you up. he kisses your forehead. he pulls your closer into a hug.

“you’re amazing,” you whisper. he chuckles and pulls away. he climbs into the bath and follow in with him. you lay your head on his chest and the warm water relaxes your muscles. his arms are wrapped tightly around you arms. you played with his fingers. you drift off the sleep.

a warm sun hits your face. your eyes slowly open and your met with a sleeping tenya. you smile and shuffle closer to him. he smiles and grabs your waist and pulls you to his chest. you kiss him. he kisses back and opens his sleepy eyes.

“that’s a great way to wake up,” he mumbles. you giggle and snuggle into his chest.

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Hi uhh 👉👈 would it be ok to request a scenario with Claude? like he and the reader are best friends, and have a standing routine where they sit in his room and read together for several hours in the evening a couple times a week, and then both sleep in Claude’s bed for the night and platonically cuddle. Except the reader has fallen head over heels somewhere during this process, heart pounding out of their chest every time he puts his arms around them, and is terrified he can hear it, because the last time they were in love they were rejected before they ever had a chance to confess and that friend left them, so they now feel like their affection is disgusting, and they’re afraid it’s going to happen again because Claude is so intuitive and they’ll lose him. So maybe like after they finish reading one day one of them brings the reader’s feelings up, and then Claude starts to understand and reassures them and they have a nice little kiss.

if this is too long no worries and my bad💀💀 Hope the vibes in your life are funky today

A/n : tumblr user its-claude-time your brain is massive. Also thank you for the funky vibes, I hope you also have a funky day!

Claude💛🦌💛

Its quiet in Claude's room in the dorm and, usually, that's welcome. But the silence stretches while your thoughts spiral. The soft smile on Claude's face, the light from the window, his slightly messy hair, you were a bit overwhelmed.

When you guys began this little arrangement it had been because you had stayed a little too late on accident, and didn't want to risk Seteth seeing you out of the dorms past curfew, so you'd stayed. Back then, you promised yourself you wouldn't fall in love.

But who were you kidding? You already had. You loved everything about him... his eyes, his smile, the way he truely cares about everyone at Garreg Mach, and mostly.. his laugh.

Before you even realise your staring with a soft smile on your face, Claude is waving a hand in front of your eyes.

"Hey there, have you been listening? What's got you sighing and huffing and puffing? Something wrong?"

You shake your head, frowning, "nono, it's nothing I just.. can't focus right now."

"Well, we dont have to read then. We could do something else, try to move around, you know?"

You shake your head again, thinking, "I just uh. Am caught up in my thoughts is all. I've been. Thinking about stuff."

Claude gives you that smile his gives when he knows you're hiding something and nods along, "stuff huh? Is it... a boy?"

Your face goes red and he laughs, "I knew it! Your face says it all. Who's the lucky guy? Please tell me it's not Sylvain or Lorenz I won't let my bestie date people like that."

You groan, even the thought of that makes you cringe to yourself, and you grab a pillow to hide your face in. You muffle out "no, it's not them."

"Is it.. someone in the deer?"

You pause, before nodding.

"Well if it isn't Lorenz.. maybe Rashael? Ignatz?"

You groan, "they're nice and all but.. not them."

"... hey bestie?"

".. yea?"

"You realise I'm the only one left after them right?"

"... I'd like a lawyer."

Claude laughs a little while you throw the pillow at him hiding you face in your hands before he calms down a bit, and leans over, tapping your shoulder, "hey now, why are you hiding?"

When you didn't respond, he frowned, then noticed your shoulders were shaking a bit, and he realised you were crying, "hey, I was only teasing, are you okay? Why are you crying?"

"I just.. don't want to lose another friend."

"Who said I was leaving?"

Another pause, before you look up, hiccuping, and see him smiling at you a bit, "I didn't wanna be presumptuous or anything, so I didn't bring it up but, you're pretty cute too you know."

"What..?"

He chuckles a bit, "come on, you look worn out. Let's just lay down tonight, no need to stay up too late reading." He kisses your forehead, and you lean into it, sighing.

"So uh.. is it official or..?"

"We'll talk about it in the morning when you aren't crying anymore."

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summary: you and chan follow a routine every night. tonight’s different. 

pairing: bang chan x female reader 

word count: 3.1k

genre: angst, like Extreme Angst™️, college!au, established relationship

warnings: a lot of swearing, toxic relationship, mentions of sex ( oh and btw, this is not beta read. we die like men)

note: omg? finally? i got to write something and now i’m posting it on here? confidently??? who is she, we don’t know her! enough jokes though, this is my first fic ever that’s going to be posted on this platform, so i’m excited! constructive criticism and feedback are welcome 👉🏻👈🏻. 

tagged ❤️: @popisdead @hanflix

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it’s become routine at this point. 

when chan sees your room’s light turn off, it’s a signal that your roommates are now headed to bed and that you’re ready to come out and meet him. it’s been a busy few months for the both of you and the nights were the only time you two could meet. he’s a business major working on his business proposals for the semester and you’re a performing arts student, preparing for this semester’s art production. saying it was hard to make time to see each other was an understatement. nevertheless, you two made sure you still met, may it be only for a few minutes. some nights you were lucky, being able to meet for an hour or so. nights were reserved for chan and for chan only. 

after putting on your coat, you reached out for the door knob as you felt your phone buzz in your pocket. “are you coming or not? i’m freezing” you sigh softly.

the first few nights were fun, you have to admit. impromptu grocery shopping for the both of your food supplies for rest of the week, a few make out sessions here and there, and sometimes, leading to even more if you both were lucky enough. it gave you a high you never thought you would ever come down from. whenever he kissed you after a long day, you felt as if the weight on your shoulders fell off, even for just a moment. whenever chan held you in his arms and told you it was going to be okay, your chest loosened, even for just a moment. chan was the calm in the chaos and when you were in his car, holding his hand and feeling his lips lingering on yours, he provided the needed break you longed for during the day.

but, as the days and weeks passed by, the nights became shorter and quieter. rides became quicker and the good conversations slowly turned into mere small talk. no longer would he give you soft touches, no longer would he ask how your day went, and no longer would chan look at you the way he did before. no more i love you’s, no more second glances when he dropped you off at your dorm during the early hours of the morning. you excused the change of behavior as the result of your fatigue in school. the change was expected, you always told yourself.

it’s become a mantra now, something you repeated to yourself as you lied in bed at night, a routine. a routine. 

you close your eyes for a moment as you twist the doorknob to open the door. you focus on your phone again as soon as you got out of your dorm. “coming."

you spotted chan’s car a mile away. before, he would put the window down to greet you, a soft smile spreading across his face. now, you were faced with the car’s tinted windows, your reflection staring back at you as you wrapped your fingers around the handle of the car door. you heard the lock click. 

“hey,” you mumbled. you heard a soft hum in response. you quietly put the seatbelt on, relaxing your back on the seat as you stared ahead. chan was on his phone, seatbelt off. light from his phone illuminated his features. the bags under his eyes were a little bit more prominent than the last time you noticed. you wonder if he’s been eating, getting enough sleep, but you weren’t in the position to ask now. not when frustration is starting to boil in your chest.  

you didn’t know if you should call him out. it was his way to unwind as well, but then again, he was there to pick you up for a short date. this was the only time you both had for yourselves, yet here he was, texting away on his phone. this shouldn’t annoy you as much as it does now because chan does this whenever he was waiting. 

“hey,” you repeat louder. chan looks up from his phone, an eyebrow raised. 

“yes?” he asks, turning his phone off. the two of you are surrounded in darkness, with only the light from the lamp posts outside lighting the interior of the car. 

“what do you mean, ‘yes?’ are you serious?” chan furrows his eyebrows at your words as he straps himself in. he turns to you, blinking. you suck in a breath. 

“this is the only time we get to spend together and you’re on your phone? are you ser—“

“i’m sorry. there,” he breathes,  “can we move past this? i’m not in the mood to fight.” he interrupts. you open your mouth to say something back, but you’re cut off by the movement of the car. 

the air inside the car was heavy, heavier than usual. sure, you and chan had a couple of unresolved fights the other nights and sure, you spent you early mornings crying over him, but it should have been resolved with the few kisses he gives you, right? then why are you so upset now? chan makes amends, tells you he’s sorry for raising his voice, for ignoring you the whole day. he was busy, right? of course he’ll end up not texting you. he kisses the pain away, even though he’s the reason for said pain. he talks his way out and if he avoids the topic of the fight, you wouldn’t mind. that was the routine. but not tonight, apparently. 

“you’re always not in the mood.” you whisper, crossing your arms in front of your chest. you watch the trees outside of the car starting to blur as chan’s driving sped up. this night will end as quick as it started, you thought. you hear a sigh beside you. 

“i just—“ chan starts, “i can’t fight anymore, y/n. i’m tired.”

“and you think i’m not?” you answer back, looking at the man beside you, “god, we never talk anymore, chan. all we ever do is fuck the pain away and—“

you’re cut off by the sight of chan’s knuckles slowly turning white on the steering wheel. you almost don’t see the way he clenches his jaw. he pulls the car over at the side of the road and for a second, you think you two will be able to finally talk about your issues, the problems that were never muttered, but still plagued your relationship. god knows you wanted to hear from him, anything— fuck, just anything to finally resolve it, fix it. to finally end the routine you both had. but that hope shatters as soon as his mouth opens. 

“what do you want me to say? we’ve been okay, we’ve been fin—“

you let out an exasperated sigh, eyes meeting his, “we aren’t fine, chan, we haven’t bee—“

“what do you mean?” chan questions. he removes his seatbelt to turn to you. a gentleman he still was, even though you knew he was avoiding the topic. again. “fuck, what do you want me to say? i was on the phone. how does that merit a full blown argu—“

“it’s not about the damn phone!” you exclaim, finally feeling the frustration in your chest blow over. 

were you going crazy? why didn’t he see the changes? doesn’t he feel the frustration? were you the only one feeling this way, then? does he feel that everything was okay or were you that good at acting that everything was okay, that nothing was wrong? you run a hand down your face as you try to collect yourself.  the car became quiet, as always. chan was never really vocal about things like this and let you do the talking. maybe this is why issues were never resolved. 

“then, what is it about?” chan mumbles, eyes never leaving your form. you let out a soft scoff.

"what is it abou—are you kidding me? are you fucking with me?”chan raises an eyebrow in response, furrowing it afterwards. he lets out a sarcastic laugh after a few beats of silence. he shook his head as he turned to face the road again. 

“is this fight going to last all night? if so, i’d rather just drop you off,” he starts to put his seatbelt on, "we can continue our date when you’re not this moody."

and at that moment, your world nearly stops. the silence in the car was loud and the tension, if you could see it, could be cut with a knife. his words echo in your mind as the car starts moving again, chan preparing to make a u-turn to go back in the direction of your dorm. 

“not...this...moody?” you repeat to yourself. chan nonchalantly hums in response. 

you couldn’t even look at this man anymore. it was as if you didn’t know him anymore. he carried the name of your boyfriend, but was he really the chan you knew? the chan you knew won’t be able to say these things to you, let alone treat you like this. you feel like a deer in headlights, shocked at how everything led up to this moment. and to think that the turning point of your relationship was something as simple as chan being on his phone. you closed your eyes as you tried to fight the lump forming in your throat. 

“so, what am i supposed to do?” you ask. "just go home and think about what i did? what i said?”

chan shrugs. he shrugs. you couldn’t believe how he didn’t take this conversation seriously. was it because you’ve been in this exact same situation before? sure, fights have been frequent, but were they frequent to the point that chan just straight up ignored them? to the point that he never brought the topics up again? no effort to try and fix it?

was he that tired that he was willing to let everything pass? let you suffer in silence? 

“stop the car,” you whisper shakily. chan doesn’t listen, though. he never does, he rarely does. he never listens anymore. 

“chan, please stop the car,” you feel stupid begging, but that does it. he stops the car again, your dorm building in sight. his knuckles start to turn white again, but he closes his eyes this time. you hear him take a sharp inhale through his nose. 

“i can’t fight anymore, y/n, please, just...we can fix it tomorrow, whatever it is.”

you let out a soft sob at his words. “chan, you always say that, god, you always say that.”

chan grips his steering wheel tighter. “yes, i do, but we always fix it. we always end up fixing it.”

“no, we fucking don’t!” you scream now, releasing the frustration that has been clawing to come out, “no, we don’t fix things, we fuck it away and we pray that things magically turn okay in the morning, but it never does! it never fucking does!”

chan stays quiet, eyes drifting to the car floor. you wish you could know what he was thinking. you wish he would talk to you, tell you what he really felt instead of just sitting there. god, were you tired. you were tired of pretending things were okay when they aren’t. you were tired of telling yourself it would be fixed, that the relationship would go back to normal, but it never does. and you just somehow have to live with it because that’s how it is with you and him. that’s the routine, right? and even though you hated it, you tolerated it because you loved him. but people will reach an end point, one way or the other. you can’t help but feel that this was yours. 

“loving you is so exhausting, chan, i—“ your voice cracks, “i’m supposed to be content with this treatment? you and i not talking the whole day and then meeting at night just to make up for lost time, have sex, and pretend that everything’s okay, that the fights have not gotten out of hand, that we’re going to be ok—“

“we are going to be okay, fuck, it’s not that easy,” chan mumbles, “i’m trying, y/n, but i can’t give you everything you need, not anymore.”

silence fills the car and it engulfs the two of you. 

"what changed?" you sob softly, tears now slowly flowing down your cheeks. it was okay, a few weeks ago. days became busier, tasks became heavier, but did that mean that your relationship had to deteriorate the way it has been? 

“nothing changed, please, y/n,”chan breathes, not turning to look at you, “we just got busier and—"

“we weren’t like this, chan, we used to talk about things. w-we used to...talk. we can’t even do that now? am i asking for too much? i shouldn’t be begging for your time, chan, please—“you cry out softly. “why am i always second to you, chan? i try to be the best for you, chan, please.”

chan lets out a shaky breath as he tries to find the words to respond with. “y/n, it’s not y—“

“spare me the bullshit. spare me the "it’s not you, it’s me”. at least, be honest with me.” you say firmly, wiping away the tears on your cheeks harshly. 

“i...i just don’t feel like i’m ready for this yet, okay? i want to fo—"

your feel something in your chest. a pain you’ve never felt before. chan’s words become a blur as you feel your back hit the seat. 

you’re taken back to a time in your childhood when you were trying out the jump rope your friends had. being the idiot you were, you jumped in time with the rope and it tangled on your feet. you ended up falling on your chin, scraping it in the process. the pain rang through your skull and for a while, you couldn’t move, tears merely streaming down your cheeks. and to that that one time during one of the art productions in university, you ended up falling off of the stage. of course, it wasn’t anyone’s fault, but maybe if they turned on the lights before lowering the stage, you wouldn’t have broken your ankle. you remember how worried chan was, but most importantly, you remember how much it hurt. you couldn’t walk and if you tried, it would shoot pain up your leg. 

adding all the pain you’ve felt in all those moments, it wouldn’t amount to the pain you feel now. 

not ready? not ready after 3 years? how could he say that? this was the man you saw your future with, someone who was supposed to be your soulmate. that was him, that was chan. the nights you shared, the words you uttered, were all those fake? were all those just to make everything feel okay? 

not ready? 

not ready.

the words echo in your mind like a broken record. were you supposed to beg him to stay? beg him to be ready when he just admitted that he wasn’t? as you turned to look at him, you didn’t see the chan who loved you. instead, it was the shell of the man who used to love you, care for you. fuck, was love supposed to hurt this bad? you feel your heart starting to crack even more.

if this was love, you didn’t want it. not anymore.

“drop me off,”you mumble after a deafening silence, voice shaking as a sob threatens to come out of your mouth. chan turns to look at you, finally. you don’t meet his eyes anymore. you, instead, just look straight ahead. if he wasn’t ready for a commitment, even after 3 long years, then you were not about to beg him to stay. chan opens his mouth to say something, but you notice that he just swallows his words. he turns to look in front of him as he pushes on the gas again to drive back to your dorm. if he wasn’t ready, then he wasn’t ready. there’s no point in trying to convince him he is. the next best thing is to leave and let him figure out what he needed to figure out. if he needed space, he could have told you. what bothered you the most is the fact that chan’s always been about communication, but somehow and somewhere along the journey, he changed. maybe that’s just how it goes. 

when he pulls up in front of your dorm building, chan turns to look at you again, eyes scanning your features. “i’ll see you tomorrow, then?”

you shake your head, eyes closing as you tried to fight the urge to cry again. the question he asked has always confused you. it was always like this, that even after a fight, he expects to see you again, the same time, the same place. you were tired and it didn’t help that you now knew why he wasn’t acting the same— he wasn’t ready to commit to you, even after all this time. 

“i’m ending it here, chan."

“ending what?”

ending the routine, ending the cycle, ending us. these words rang through your head and you didn’t know which to answer. was he acting aloof so that he could get off easily? that maybe you’ll let him off again because he somehow can’t understand what was happening? you swallowed. 

“us, chan, i—i can’t go on like this anymore,” you pause. was this what you really wanted or were you doing this to prove a point? you weren’t sure, but one thing’s clear, you had to do this, not only for him, but for you. you can’t subject yourself to this cycle anymore. you had to break it sooner or later. “when i get out of this car, we’re over."

chan’s car became a place of love and security in a world full of uncertainty and chaos. it was where you both spent time together when you needed a break, when you needed to be together. now, it was a place of loneliness and despair. it became a place full of resentment and unresolved issues and you can’t help but wonder how chan will be able to sit in his car again without thinking of this moment. before he could respond, you were out of the car. 

in the back of your mind, you hoped that he would call you, run after you. beg you to stay, tell you that everything will be fixed if you just gave him time. you prayed in your head desperately. if he did so, you know you’ll come crawling back to him. if he showed some sort of care, some sort of longing, some sort of initiative that he wanted things to work out, that he wanted this as much as you do, then maybe you’ll come back to him again. that’s how it always was, right?

right?

behind you, you hear the car drive away.

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Double edged scalpel ch.4

Ch.1 Ch.2 Ch.3

Summary: Daniela wingman Dimitrescu

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Who knew that a door could look so intimidating. The dark wood decorated with golden floral patterns and the Dimitrescu crest in the middle wasn’t unlike most other doors in the castle. This door however had one big difference from the rest: it was the door to Cassandra’s bedroom.

Nicole had crossed paths with Daniela earlier, who wasted no time in placing the duty of fetching the middle sister for dinner upon her. Oh well. She was supposed to meet the brunette anyways. Tomorrow at sundown, Cassandra had said. And that was just after dinner. But the lingering feeling of their lips together, deep in a hidden nook in the garden, left Nicole unsure on what to expect from her.

With a final deep breath, she knocked on the door.

It was silent for a few long seconds. She was about to knock again, sure that Cassandra was still sleeping, but was stopped by a groggy reply that she took as her cue to enter.

“Lady Daniela sent me to let you know dinner will be ready soon.”

Nicole had a split second when she regretted each and every decision that led up to that very moment when she noticed the brunette stirring awake, naked body thankfully covered by soft blankets. Cassandra didn’t seem to mind though, as she yawned and stretched her arms like a lazy cat would.

“That’s a weird way to say Daniela is lazy and sent you to do her job.” She grabbed her watch from the nightstand. “Ugh, it’s early.” It’s 7 p.m.

From where she stood, looking anywhere but at the brunette, Nicole wasn’t sure how to respond. It’s not as if she could’ve said no to Daniela’s request. Or, to be more accurate, order. Apparently Cassandra didn’t wait for a reply, as she got out of bed and shuffled to her dresser, hopefully to put some clothes on. With one of her typical black dresses now on, she tiptoed to the other occupant in the room.

“Modest, are we,” she said, placing her hands on Nicole’s waist, not unlike she did many times before.

“Just trying not to get my eyes gouged out.” Hopefully Cassandra still appreciated her humor.

The brunette slowly spinned the other girl around so she could look in her eyes, as if she were a child inspecting a newly received christmas gift. “Mm...you can keep them. Now come on, spend some time with me since Dani insisted on you waking me up so early.”

Thanks Daniela.

Nicole felt herself get pulled further into the room, barely having time to take in all the trinkets and decor inside before she was tugged down to sit in Cassandra’s lap.

Well… best possible scenario.

This time there was no hesitation when their lips connected, one hand finding its place at the brunette's nape, pulling her close. Cassandra let out a small moan when she felt nails scratch lightly against her scalp, which Nicole took as an opportunity to slip her tongue past black painted lips. They kissed until Cassandra pulled back, opting instead to leave a trail of kisses and black lipstick on her jawline, down her throat, and finally her collarbone. The kisses were getting increasingly more aggressive, with nips at the skin and finally teeth dragging at the crook of Nicole's neck.

Cassandra inhaled deeply but pulled her mouth away from the skin, resting her forehead against that spot instead. When she spoke, her tone was dripping with barely held back desire.

"If you want me to stop, you should go."

Oh no, Nicole didn't just shove her tongue in her god damn mouth for them to stop. Whatever crumble of self preservation was left within her, it got booted out the metaphorical front door of her brain the moment she got pulled into the brunette's lap. The only thing that made her hesitate for a second was whether or not Cassandra could bite someone without actually killing them.

"Do not go near the jugular.”

And Cassandra listened. She dragged her teeth from the neck, down to the shoulder and, after an uncharacteristically gentle kiss to the spot, she sunk her now sharp fangs in the flesh.

Nicole couldn't stop a whimper from escaping past her lips at the sudden jolt of pain. But the sensation of soft lips on her skin and Cassandra's low moan at the taste of her blood made for the perfect mixture of pleasure and pain.

"Cassa- ah," she moaned her name, fingers tangled in black hair which only seemed to spur her on.

The pain steadily faded, leaving behind only a tingling sensation. It stopped her brain from putting together any coherent thought, almost as if being drunk without the actual alcohol. But blood loss instead. Nicole tugged lightly on Cassandra's hair when dizziness started to make itself present. When that did nothing, she pulled with slightly more force.

"Cassandra-" she let out a pained groan, mild panic slipping into her voice.

That made the brunette snap out of it, forcefully pulling herself back and eyeing the bloody mess on Nicole's shoulder. She caught the redhead by the arms for support when she slumped forward slightly, pinching the bridge of her nose with a soft ugh. How much blood can a human lose again? Fourteen percent? And Nicole was also quite small.

Cassandra stretched to grab a tissue from the nightstand and pressed it against the puncture wounds, frowning when Nicole flinched at the pain it caused.

"Uh...are you okay?"

Nicole took a deep breath before replying. "-m good. You should...uh go though. I'll go lay down and-...and meet you after dinner." Then she squeezed her eyes shut for a moment to try to alleviate the dizziness and tried to stand up.

Cassandra grimaced at how wobbly Nicole's movement's were and guided her back down, on the soft mattress. The redhead didn't protest, not that she really could anyways.

"No. Stay here, you're no good if you just fall and crack your skull open against a stairwell."

"But-"

Cassandra ignored her, only pushing her down to rest against one of the many pillows littering the bed. "No buts, this is an order from your lady. Now take a nap or something and I'll fetch you after dinner."

Nicole saw her turn around and exit the room, door shutting with a heavy thump. She felt too dizzy to try and fight back. And after all, why would she? The bed was incredibly soft, almost as if it was cradling her small body, inviting her to fall asleep. She slowly pulled one of the blankets up to her waist and positioned herself in such a way that the tissue wouldn't fall from her shoulder. A short nap was all she needed, then she'd be up by the time dinner was done. It only took shutting her eyes for a few seconds to fall asleep, the haze in her mind receding into comforting nothingness.

---

Hot. She felt so incredibly hot. How could Cassandra sleep amongst all these pillows and blankets in the middle of August?

She groaned and stirred, tissue forgotten and covered in dry blood by now. She turned around, trying to find a colder spot and sighed contently upon finding a cool pillow to bury her face into.

Since when did pillows hum?

Nicole snapped her eyes open and jerked backwards, realizing that the "pillow" was Cassandra's side, who apparently had returned from dinner and was now laying in bed with a book.

"I- I'm sorry! I think I overslept and-"

She was interrupted by a slender finger on her lips.

"Get back here, you're so warm."

Too warm, Nicole almost replied but Cassandra's hand mowed from her lips to trace her jawline and neck. Then,when it got to her nape, she pulled the redhead back on her chest, cheek resting on the cool skin.

Nicole froze for a moment but soon melted into the touch. Presumably one of the perks of being an undead being was never getting too hot. At least temperature-wise. She tentatively snaked an arm around the brunette's waist and, when there was no protest, she shifted her body closer against hers.

Checking the time didn't even occur to Nicole until her eyes fell on one of the windows, noticing it was pitch black beyond the glass.

"Shouldn't we have…" she just vaguely gestured, not even sure what they were supposed to do that day in the dungeons.

"Here's one of the perks of working with me darling: if I don't feel like doing anything then congratulations, you've got yourself a day off. Now why don't you enjoy it hmm."

She emphasized her words by bringing her free hand to Nicole's head, nails lightly scratching the scalp. But Nicole was wide awake, despite the pleasant sensation that elicited a content hum from her.

There were so many things to take in that she hadn't noticed earlier. Just like her study, Cassandra's bedroom was like a collection of glimpses into her. The desk was littered with papers and oddly modern drawing supplies, the kind you would get by entering the art supply store down the road from her college dorm. A mannequin in the corner of the room was wearing a most likely tailor made dress, complete with what looked like a matching sword. The wall she could see was half covered in bookshelves, half in deer antlers or horns of different animals. Some had labels with dates underneath them that were too far to read, but Nicole managed to decipher one that said 08.06.1982.

She didn't want to risk losing her precious head scratches in order to explore the other half of the room, so her eyes settled on the one thing she could see without moving. The book in Cassandra's other hand.

"What're you reading?"

Cassandra sighed, realizing that she was still awake but answered anyway.

"Watership down."

She giggled, still a bit lightheaded. "Bunnies…"

Cassandra rolled her eyes, not quite in the mood to go on a lengthy discourse about the themes of said "bunnies". She opted to change the topic instead, voice oddly soft.

"How's your head?"

"Mmm...dizzy."

"Sleep then."

"My room is too far away."

"Sleep here you dumbass."

Nicole was silent for a few moments, putting together the few coherent thoughts still lingering in her brain. Then, trying not to slur her words due to dizziness and sleepiness alike:

"Isn't that against protocol? Do you even have a protocol?"

"The protocol is that our staff serves my family. Right now you're keeping me warm. There, congratulations on performing your duties. Now go to sleep."

The redhead gave in, too tired to keep on annoying Cassandra. She nuzzled her face closer to the brunette's neck leaving a small peck on her collarbone and closed her eyes. The nails still scratching at her scalp, occasionally moving to run through long auburn locks proved more than efficient at lulling her to sleep. She could swear she felt a soft, almost imperceptible kiss on the top of her head before consciousness fully slipped away from her

[elles-archives]

Because I Love You

Percy Weasley

Fluff

872 Words

Summary:  Liking the stuck up Prefect, who happened to be your best friend, might not have been the worst idea.

I was walking the corridors of Hogwarts with my fellow prefect and best friend Percy Weasley. Me and Percy had been friends since our first year here and I would be lying if I said that now we are in our sixth year I didn't have a crush on the boy. I never have said anything to him about liking him out of fear that it would ruin our friendship.

Whist we were walking around the corridors we were in a light discussion about our futures. Percy wants to work in the Ministry of Magic. I, however, wouldn't mind running a shop on Diagon Alley. A bookshop. I have always imagined what it would be like especially at the beginning of each year with students coming into buy books for school.

Percy didn't think that it was a very good career choice, but he supported the idea of me doing something I loved over having a job for the money.

"All I am saying Y/N is that maybe you should look into getting a job at the Ministry first so you can save up to start your own business." Percy suggested for the eighth time today.

"Well, my Dad owns a shop in the muggle world so I can work for him to save up the money." I replied getting tired of going over the same points over and over again.

"But if you work in the muggle world I won't see you as often. It's hard finding time to see you here when we are in the same castle." He moaned.

"Percy, we don't have to worry about that yet. Let's enjoy our final years here first and see where life takes us."

We were about to come round the last corner for tonight when we heard a noise. Using his Gryffindor courage Percy grabbed my hand and stepped in front of me. As we walked around the corner we saw Fred and George standing there like deer caught in headlights.

"What are you two doing outside the Gryffindor Common Room at this hour." Percy questioned them. Being friends with Percy for five and a half years meant I could tell the twins apart.

"Well dearest brother of our and lovely Y/N.." Fred started.

"We were obviously just standing here hoping to get caught." George finished. Sarcasm evident on his voice.

"Sorry boys but we are going to have to take ten house points each and you both have detention with Professor McGonagall tomorrow evening after dinner." I told them.

"What, come on Perce, you wouldn't take points from your own house would you?" Fred asked.

"Well Fred, I am not the one taking points. Y/N is and considering she is a Y/H/N I am sure she isn't bothered about taking points. If you behaved for once rather than acting like a pair of prats then you could earn them back." Percy replied. He was used to having to deal with his idiotic brothers. Normally I thought Fred and George were quite fun to be around, just not at 12am.

"Back to your dorm boys. You have a full day of lessons tomorrow. Not that you put in the effort anyway." I told them and pointed in the direction of the Gryffindor Common Room. They sighed and walked to the Common Room. After they had gone Percy spoke up again.

"I suppose we should head to bed too now as our patrol is over. We do have a busy day tomorrow and I have to start an essay in the morning which I might start tonight. Patrol didn't take as long as I though it would."

"It's not morning yet Perce. Relax for the rest of the night." I told him.

"Why do you care Y/N? You are the same, but I bet you finished the essay due next week, last week." He asked.

"You are going to tire yourself out Percy." I spoke.

"I'll ask again Y/N. Why do you care." He pressed.

"Because you are my best friend and because I love you." I mumbled the last part hoping he wouldn't hear. But due to the corridors being so quiet and us standing so close I wasn't in luck.

"W-wait you l-love me-e?" he asked quietly. I just sighed and nodded. I prepared myself for rejection, but he didn't say anything.

"Look I shouldn't have said anything. I'll see you tomorrow Percy." I whispered and started to walk away. Then something happened that I never expected. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me back towards him.

"I love you too Y/N. I never said anything because I never thought someone like you could never like someone like me as more than a friend and I would rather be your friend then lose you altogether." He said whilst looking into my eyes.

I didn't say anything. I stood up on my toes and kissed him. He was taken back a bit but kissed back after a second. I smiled into the kiss finally happy that I didn't have to hide my feelings for him anymore. After a few minutes we pulled away for air.

"Y/N would you be my girlfriend and accompany me to Hogsmeade this weekend." Percy asked.

"Definitely."

[2-cute-4-school]

NCT Dream reaction : another member scares you

Tw : near drowning scare, lots of bugs??

Mark Lee

donghyuck loves teasing mark

you’re mark’s s/o

results : donghyuck loves bullying you

congrats you get a free pass to cry with me cuz donghyuck is ruthless

but you learnt to live with it so it’s okay most of the time

until his friendly teasing involved a quite deep pool and your unprepared form being swung violently into it

so when you submerged underwater and didn’t come back up, mark forgot everything else and dove head first into the pool

his spiderman senses kicked in thank god

donghyuck saw his life flash before his eyes ⊙△⊙

when mark dragged you to the surface and hoisted you out of the water with donghyuck’s help, you took your sweet time before coughing violently

you gotta suck the life out of that dramatic effect ya know

mark coddled you the entire day, embracing your trembling form and keeping hyuck away despite his attempts to apologize to you :<

this man would spend an entire lifetime just taking care of you and smothering you with no complaints i swear cause you became like the centre of the universe for him ಥ_ಥ

writing music? thinks of you ; eating watermelon? y/n would like it ; showering? we could have some fun

but once he tucked you safely into bed and made sure you comfortably fell asleep after a scare that shortened both your lives by 10 years

WWIII commenced （ノ♯｀△´）ノ~’┻━┻

markhyuck summer fight pt.2

Huang Renjun

there’s ONE(1) thing you and renjun totally agree on

scary movies can suck your di- └( ͡° ︿ °͡ )┘

but the other devil spawns ( read dreamies ) decided you deserve suffering their enjoyment blame them

so you’re settled on the couch between china line with renjun trying to keep his macho man facade give up jun we know you’re babie (♥ω♥*)

but still feeling you tremble like a leaf beside him melted his lil heart :((((

so he kept a hand on your knee the entire time, rubbing random patterns on your leg in an attempt to soothe your nerves

the atmosphere became so tense, any hint of conversation dying once everyone was immersed in the movies, an eerie silence enveloping you

but when dear angel chenle decided to shriek in your ears and dig his fingers in you sides let me tell you gals

you jumped out of your skin

and spoiler alert : didn’t land back on the couch

cue dolphin noises

but when you looked up at renjun, a deep pout settled on your lips and glassy puppy eyes ( つ᷄.̯σ̣̥᷅ ) he saw red before his eyes

“YAH ZHONG CHENLE YOU WANTED SCARY MOVIES?!? I’LL GIVE YOU A SCARE ENOUGH FOR YOUR ENTIRE LIFE, YOU RASCAL !!!1!1!!”

no one dares to scare/hurt his baby and escapes unharmed no exceptions sorry

after he taught chenle the lesson of his life, it’s cuddle time!!! (۶* ‘ꆚ’)۶”

he spoons you protectively and smothers you in a TON of kithes until he’s content with hearing your giggles  :>

Lee Jeno

you made it your personal mission to find a way to eradicate all bugs

no cap

and jeno just nodded along to your endless rambling about your strong dislike towards them

let’s be honest here, he was internally gushing at your cuteness like your biggest supporter (　◠ ◡ ◠　)

so when renjun dangerously nears you without a common garden bug  he found during your picnic with the dreamies in between his fingers and sticks it in your face with the hugest shit eating grin (ര̀ᴗര́)و ̑̑

you let out the loudest screech and scramble to throw yourself in jeno’s arm who acted like your comfort blanket by now i’m so soft for jeno can you tell????

and he just 「(°ヘ°)

‘my baby?? scared?? the nerve of some people?? gotta!!!show!!them!!no one!!!NO ONE!!!messes with my baby!!!’ (｀Д´)

so he just pats you head lovingly and rubs your back until you calm down enough to let go of him

and then he leaves the cutest *smooch* on your forehead and gets up

he walks calmly towards renjun who was pretending to occupy himself with smoothing down a blanket and just...cracks his knuckles kaneki style

jeno just grabs the biggest bug he was able to find and grips the hem of renjun’s sweats harshly

wanna know what this gangsta beach does?? he frickin throws the bug down poor renjun’s pants

and then just leaves his unfortunate victim thrashing and shrieking for his life and retreats back in your arms like the terrifying baby he is

don’t mistake his softness for you as weakness!!1! he becomes ruthless when it comes to you :<

Lee Donghyuck

he’s already ruthless enough

so please PLEASE for the love of God don’t give him a reason to become even more of a devil spawn

but poor jisung didn’t get the gist bless his pure soul 🐣

you weren’t even that scared when you opened your phone to an remarkably ugly image of a cockroach (basically the same prank that was done to fetus jisung some time ago)

but you still let out a shriek loud enough to alert haechan

and while haechan seemed silent while he smothered you, his mind was going highwire which is NEVER good  (￣ェ￣;)

*time skip to the next day*

3 times

3 TIMES DID JISUNG SEE HIS LIFE FLASH BEFORE HIS EYES IN A SINGLE DAMNED DAY and he’s never been the same since

so when he barges in the living room where sweet innocent hyuck is seated on the couch with you cradled in his lap while feeding both you and himself and watching netflix 

jisung has a fit it was damn time baby chick

“you put cockroaches in the shower, in my cup AND on my pillow, do you want me to die young??!!?”

“they’re fake tho”

“I DIDN’T KNOW THAT WHEN I ALMOST HAD A HEART ATTACK”       ⊙﹏☉

eventually jisung retreated to put some shoes on and leave the dorm for a breath of fresh air after the near-death experience he encountered

“i feel bad for him” you took pity on the kid alright

“don’t worry your pretty head”

and he just kithes the heck out of you and automatically deleted all your worries once immersed in his sweet lips who could resist him tho

until another scream echoes

“IN MY SHOES TOO?!? YOU KNOW WHAT, I MIGHT JUST MOVE OUT”

Na Jaemin

we all know jaemin enjoys photography

and you’d be a fool to believe his camera roll is not ABSOLUTELY FULL of pictures of you both candid and not

he always insisted he takes photos of things he loves or are beautiful and you’re both and even more ✿♥‿♥✿

that’s how some of your hangouts turn into mini photoshoots whenever jaemin was in the mood

and that’s how you found yourself modeling for jaemin while the other dreamies were lunging around

“i’m frying over here, can you hurry up?”

“not my fault my baby is the prettiest unlike you gremlins, hyuck”

“what’d you say?!!?!?!!” lowkey ready to swing

jaemin doesn’t spare him a second glance, he can only focus on you :>

“hey honey can you climb on that ledge for me?”

he helps you like the gentleman he is to climb the stone ledge, one hand clutching yours and the other gripping your waist softly (๑°꒵°๑)･*♡

so you’re posing, focusing on the camera when you feel a hand tightly clasp over your ankle

and jeez do you scream so loud hyuck was left fried, insulted and deaf

and you can’t even step away from the ledge before jaemin envelops you in his arms and clutches you tightly to his chest

“aigoo aigoo~ my baby it’s okay, nana is here”  in the softest voice possible (๑´ω`๑)

he smooths down your hair, petting it affectionately and as he leans down to smooch your forehead he meets eyes with a sheepish jeno who peeks over from behind the ledge

and jaemin just stares him down with that disappointed mom look 

and jeno just knows he won’t be getting any dinner tonight

but jaemin’s head is full of you you you did i mention you? so he can only coo at you and smother your entire face in little kithes :<

“you’re the absolute cutest and all mine, my cute baby” *bursting uwus* *fake gagging noises in the background from hyuck*

“so candidate no. 2 without dinner tonight huh?” hyuck: “wait no pls”

Zhong Chenle

power napping is your favorite kind of date with chenle

just curling up against each other wherever you two could fit and spooning or just cuddling or even just holding hands if the weather was too hot

okay but just imagine chenle holding someone’s hand while he sleeps i’m ded just imagining it x.x

so it’s already understood that you’re a sleep lover who isn’t tho

and while you fell asleep, chenle still had to wash the dishes after a meal with the dreamies

jaemin being the affectionate person he is cooed over your cuteness and couldn’t help himself from throwing himself beside you on the bed and jumping on it while screaming your name (basically the same thing he did to chenle :)))) )

but unfortunately you were a quite light sleeper and easily startled when woken up suddenly and not so gently  ( ͠° ͟ʖ °͠ )

so you let out a chocked noise that immediately alerted chenle who returned to see you staring at jaemin like a deer caught in headlights 

“ah hyung why would you do that? you scared them like that”

chenle whined as he pushed jaemin away who retreated with slumped shoulders and a pout don’t worry jaems we love you

and chenle just slips under the blanket and brings you closer to lay down together and soothes you ༶ඬ༝ඬ༶

and he just embraces you, tangling your legs together and hiding your face in the crook of his neck while he runs his fingers through your hair comfortingly chenle would make the best cuddle buddy no take-backs

“shh it’s alright, just go back to sleep, i’ll stay with you” (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)

with chenle’s assurance and tight grip on your body to bring you as close as humanly possible, you fall back asleep as chenle stares fondly at you

and that’s how chenle escaped washing dishes *ha suck it losers*

Park Jisung

jisung blames mark

mark is his oldest hyung and the supposedly most responsible debatable among them

so how could his leader scare you to tears and then dump your shaking figure for him, the baby, to take care of (ノ-_-)ノ ~┻━┻

jisung could only stare at you as he hovered above your curled up form

“y-y/n, come on, there’s nothing to cry about, hyung didn’t mean it”

*mark facepalms* *sm building facepalms* *the white house facepalms*

mark just motions aggressively to jisung to rub your back 

and jisung pales as if mark suggested going to a haunted house *sigh* jisung you absolute clueless baby

he SUPER HESITATINGLY pats your back awkwardly, but you only curl up into yourself even more

mark pushes jisung to sit down beside you and prompts him to comfort you properly and jisung gulps

“sooo, how are you feeling?”

*well done jisung take a guess you sharp tool* (－‸ლ)

mark is just boiling with worry you might just dump jisung after his worryingly poor attempt when your small voice cuts through

“can you please hug me, sung?” (●´^｀●)

jisung.exe has shut down please retry in a moment

“s-sure, yeah, just-”

but you just slot yourself in his lap and bury your face in his shoulder 

jisung.exe is overwhelmed by your cuteness pls spare him

but he eventually wraps his arms around you too and just rubs up and down, occasionally massaging the nape of your neck gently

“this is actually nice, can we stay like this please?” (⺣◡⺣)♡*

you just tighten your grip on him in response

and jisung rests his head on top of your head to hide his reddening face away but also to hold you even closer because despite his shy demeanor he cherishes you so so much so please have patience with this baby

mark just shakes his head from the doorway with a fond smile knowing that you’re just right for each other (︶ω︶)

[fluffywings13]

Fulfilling Needs

Midoriya doesn’t take well to Hawks having to leave for an undetermined amount of time, he mopes, the entire time, which is considerably understandable, the hero and their classmate are basically attached at the hip, where their friend was, the number three hero wasn’t far behind. They were equally attached to each other. No one was sure if it was a healthy attachment or not, but it made them both happy, and everyone wanted them to be happy.

So, that being said, no one bats an eye when the door’s slammed open and Hawks is just suddenly there, grinning like a madman, and they turn to watch Midoriya, half way down the stairs, pause, eyes wide, like a deer in headlights. “Eyas,” their friend backs up a step. “I have needs!”

The teen’s eyes widen ever so slightly, a bit more, and he turns on his heel. “Oh shit!”

They turn to watch the hero, who laughs maniacally, as he chases after their classmate.

Then they turn back to what they’d been doing.

…

Izuku shrieks when he’s snagged up around the waist, Keigo laughs at his vain attempt at escape, and steps into his dorm room, kicking the door closed behind them. He kicks his boots off and carries him over to his bed before tossing him down and flopping down on top of him, making the teen groan dramatically, and the hero huff in indignation.

“I’ve been thinking about this all week long!” The greenette squeaks when arms curl around his head and his face is smooshed into the man’s chest. “I missed you!”

His voice is muffled by the man’s chest. “I missed you too, Kei.”

He can feel the man’s grin. “You know what I’m gonna do to you now?”

“Umm,” please god let the man be in a merciful mood. “Get off me?”

“Nope!” Sometimes Izuku wonders who’s the adult and who’s the kid in this relationship and smiles when the man leans in close to his ear, whispering softly. “I’m gonna work my way from top to bottom.”

“Kehehei!” Okay, he’s giggling now, he knows what’s about to happen. “Plehehease Nohoho!”

The hero rises to his elbows, grinning down at him a grin that’s an indication of nothing good, and shrieks with giggles when something sharp, pointed, scratches lightly behind his ears, shaking his head frantically. “I’m gonna start with these ears and slowly but surely make my way down.”

Izuku shrieks, not having the time to spare to feel embarrassed about the high pitched shrieky giggles he’s producing, not that he’d need to, Keigo’s heard them frequently in the past. “Eehehehehheehe nohohohoho! Kehehehehei nohohoho! Pleheheheheease!” He presses his chin to his chest, shrieking softly, when the man moves down to scratch his talons under his chin.

“Look at this adorable giggly hatchling, just look at’em! Ain’t he a cutie! Just listen to those adorable giggles!” The teen raises his shoulders and shrieks when the man scratches all five talons over the sides of his neck lightly. “Let me hear’em, give me those adorable giggles, give’em to me!”

“Kehehehehheei Kehehehehheei stohohohop! Ihihihi cahahahaan’t tahahahahake ihihihiit! Ihihihit’s sohohoho bahahhahahad!”

He knows he made a mistake when the hero grins down at him. “You know what’s so much worse?”

The teenager shrieks and shakes his head frantically. “Nohoho! Keheehehhei nohohohoo! Plehehehehehease nohhohohoho! Nohohohot thahahahahat!” The hero slowly leans over and he curls up his shoulder, shrieking when Keigo pulls it down, shaking his head frantically when the man hovers just over the side of his neck and blows lightly. “Kehehehehei pleheheheheease! Nohhohohoho! Pleehehehehheheease! Kehehehehheheei nohhohohoho!”

Keigo chuckles softly. “Kei, yes.” And buries his face in the side of the teen’s neck.

Izuku squeals brightly, trying to scrunch up even with the man burrowing in the side of his neck, not taking into consideration the fact that he’s only trapping him there. He inhales when the man inhales and shakes his head as best as he can. “Kei! No! Nononono!” Screaming when he blows a long hard raspberry and shrieks when he takes another deep breath. “Kehehehei nohhohohoho!” And squeals when he blows another long hard raspberry. “Eeeieiaeiaaiahahahahahahhahahaa Kehehehehhehei nohohohot thohohohose!” He screams, finally reaching up to push at the man’s chest, his brain somewhat starting to work, when he takes another deep breath. “Keheheheheei nohohohoo! Hohohohold iihihihihit! Dohohohon’t!” The teen squeals loudly when he blows a third long hard raspberry into the side of his neck, scrunching up, he hisses and laughs when he starts pressing in kisses.

Had he known the man was this torturous, he probably wouldn’t have sought him out, but on the other hand, Keigo did provide amazing cuddles, he was strong and warm and his wings were so soft when he wrapped them around you, okay, he would have, he digresses. He’d put up with his sadistic torturous side for the cuddles, even trade off, even so, it was kind of fun too.

He breaths a giggly sigh of relief when the hero finally pulls away from his neck, but knew it was too premature, when he leaned over to the other side. “We can’t forget this side, can we?”

Izuku shakes his head and scrunches his shoulder up tightly, blocking the access to his neck, he’ll fight back as much as he can in this precarious position, even if the hero is bigger and stronger, that doesn’t mean he won’t go out fighting. A soft fond chuckle reverberates next to his ear. “Open up, nestling, it’s gonna happen.” The teen shakes his head again, giggling breathy giggles, he’s not moving his shoulder for the life of him. “Open up, I’m coming in one way or another, make this easier on yourself.” He shakes his head again, looking to the side with bright emerald eyes, staring at the torturous hero silently, save for his giggling, of course. He shrieks when a finger worms it’s way up under his arm and wiggles in, throwing his arm back down to protect that spot, he opens his neck up, by the time he realizes his mistake, there’s a face burrowing inside. The light stubble on the hero’s face rubs in agonizingly against his neck, he shrieks when teeth nibble at the side of his neck, shaking his head, tilting his head over to the side as much as he can, shrieking again when Keigo growls playfully and shakes his head, nibbling at his neck again. “Pfff baaahahhahahahahahahhahahaaa! Kehehehehehei stohohohop! STOP! Stohohhohohop ihihihihit! Ihihihihit tihihihickles! Ihihihit tihihihihickles!”

“I know it does, little hatchling, that’s why I’m doing it.”

He shrieks and squeals when he nibbles on his neck playfully, rubbing the stubble on his chin into his ticklish neck, and then he takes a deep breath and blows the first raspberry. Izuku screams, it echoes in the man’s ear slightly, scrunching his shoulder up as much as he can with someone buried in his neck. “EIEIEIAAIAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAA!” He tilts his head away from him as much as he can, leaning to the side, and jumps back when fingers reach down to wiggle in his side. “Come back here you, I’m not done with you yet.” The teen jumps back into place, the hero blows another raspberry into the side of his neck, and he squeals.

Keigo pulls away and he immediately raises his shoulder, scrunching back up, protecting his neck, just in case, the man is a wild card, you never know what he’s going to do, and giggles wildly at the remaining tingles running over the side of his neck. “I think you blew my eardrum out, hatchling.”

“You were being an asshole! You deserved it!”

“Oh really,” he wiggles a single finger in both of the nestling’s sides, and the boy giggles brightly, squirming slightly from side to side, but the fingers follow, he’s not managing to get away. “I deserved to have my eardrum blown out by a hatchlings, admittedly, adorable squeal?” Izuku nods, swiping at his fingers, he goes undeterred and drills his thumbs into the slight chub on his lower sides, the hero student shrieks and arches his back. “I was gonna let you go, because I was kind of an asshole on your neck there, but then you said I deserved having my eardrum blown out, so now you’re reallyin for it, no more Mr. Nice Guy for you. You want me to be an asshole, oh, fledgling, I’ll be an asshole.” He reaches over to spider ten fingers up the greenette’s right side, and he shrieks, arching to the left, and the fingers jump over to the left side, and they repeat the process time and time again, until he’s laughing brightly and bouncing from side to side, it’s amusing the hero immensely.

Keigo’s a sadist like that.

He will never say that out loud to his face. Ever.

The hero holds his one side stead as he spiders his fingers up and down the other side, it drives the teen crazy, his laughter picking up, shrieking at the steady torture. “How’s this for you, how’d you like that, that’s right, laugh it up baby bird, let me hear it.” He switches sides and laughs softly when the teen tries to jump away and finds himself trapped by the arm on his other side. Izuku shakes his head as he arches his back. “Noohohohohoo! Ihihihihihi tahahahahahake ihihihiit baahahahahahahack! Yohohohou’re nohohohot ahahahahan ahahahahhaasshole! Ihihihit tihihihickles! Keehehehehehei ihihihit tihihihickles!”

“It tickles, huh, if you think this is bad, just wait until I get to that tummy, I got lots in store for it.” Izuku shrieks at the promise, and when the hero slowly slides down to hover over his aforementioned tummy, tapping his fingers over it lightly. “Speaking of which, I think it’s time, don’t you?”

“Nohoho! Nohhohohot thehehehehere! Nohohohot thehehehehehe beheheheheelly! Plehehehehease!”

“Ohohoho.” Keigo shakes his head lightly. “You know I can’t not get the tummy, that’s like, the worst sin of all sins.” Izuku shakes his head when the hero slowly pushes his shirt up. “I need access to the tummy to enact my revenge for you blowing my eardrum out.” He stares when the man holds up a finger. “All I need is a finger to break you, just one, you’re stuck at my mercy, have I ever been truly merciful?” The teen shakes his head, because no, the hero is not merciful, he knows from first hand experience. “Watch what I can do with just a single finger.” He pokes his finger in the greenette’s belly button, and the young teen squeals, brighter and louder then before, twisting from side to side, squealing with laughter at the finger wiggling in his belly button. “That’s right, I could stay here for as long as I want, and there’s absolutely nothing you could do to stop me, is there, no there’s not. You take your punishment, nestling, and hope I have mercy on you eventually.”

Izuku’s eyes widen when the man grins, and he knows, he just knows what he’s gonna say. “Let’s play a game.” The hero pulls his finger out of his belly button. “You wanna play a game?”

He shakes his head frantically. “N—Nohoho! I dohoho not!”

“Well, it’s a good thing it was a metaphorical question, because we’re gonna play a game.” Keigo reaches back for a feather. “As a pro, it’s my job to help teach and guide the young little baby heroes in training, and as your honorary best big brother slash daddy figure, it’s my job to help teach you personally, so we’re gonna work on your endurance training.” Izuku’s not phased, he calls it endurance training, but it’s really just an excuse to tickle torture his belly because it’s his worst spot and the man knows that it is. “I’m gonna do everything and anything I want to this tummy, bar raspberries, and if you suck in your tummy, I’m gonna blow two raspberries over your belly button.”

The teen giggles at the thought of it, they’ve done this before, he knows how cruel the hero can be. “What do I get if I win?”

“Hmm,” Keigo hums thoughtfully. “So, I have a new limited edition converse line coming out, hasn’t been released yet, not intended to until the end of next month, if you succeed in not sucking your tummy in until I’m done with it, I’ll let you pick which ones you want before they’re released.”

Izuku thinks it over, he usually gets Keigo’s merch before it’s released in stores, they’re close like that, and he’ll undoubtedly get the hightops either way, again, Keigo loves him just that much and strives to make him happy.

In turn he provides the man unlimited cuddles, win-win, in his book.

The cuddles are an added bonus too, he’s not gonna lie.

He’s also seen the designs for the converse sneakers he’s talking about and knows which ones he’d like to get his hands on, despite also knowing he’s going to get them either way, for free, Keigo gives him merch when he wants it, especially if it’s his own, and hasn’t been released yet, so in all reality he doesn’t have to agree to this game.

But, on the same hand, Keigo’s been busy with new sidekicks and missions and they haven’t really gotten to be together in a little over a month and a half, and, despite how brutal the man was to his belly when it came to this game, it was fun to play.

So, he grins and nods. “Deal.”

“Awesome.” The man smiles down at his belly. “I’ve been waiting to get my fingers on this tummy for the longest time.” He giggles as the hero hovers his wiggling fingers over his bare belly. “Is this tummy ready?” The hero asks playfully, smiling at the wild giggles that echo around the room, the young teenager watching his fingers with apt attention. “I’ve got lost time to make up for, so I hope this belly is prepared, it’s really in for it.”

“Keehehehehehei!” Izuku feels a tad bit regretful now, the teasing makes it so much worse, Keigo knows this, he knows this, and he knows the man knows he knows this. “Nohohohoho!”

Sometimes he says no, but he doesn’t really mean it, he’d never admit it out loud to a single living soul, but sometimes he likes playing these games, especially with his hero, he knows Keigo knows it too, he doesn’t have to say it, the signs are easily picked up on, so they have a word, when he’s really had enough, he says the word, and the hero stops, the winged man is torturous, but he’s not cruel, he knows the boundaries and he respect’s them.

Izuku giggles harder when the wiggling fingers dip down towards his belly, resisting the urge to throw his hands down with great difficulty, kicking his feet as best as he can. “I’m gonna give this tummy all the love it missed out on during my time away.”

His fingers pause in their wiggling, and the heroling’s bright green eyes flit up to meet his, and he smiles playfully. “Let’s get started.” Izuku squeals when those fingers suddenly dig into his belly, wiggling circles of tickles around and around, painting a path of playful destruction in their wake. He shrieks with laughter, throwing his hands down, and the hero laughs. “Remember, you suck in your tummy, you get two raspberries over that little button.” He shakes his head, Keigo knows how to play this game, and he knows how to play it well. “Do you remember the raspberries?” He leans over him slightly, resting his fingers along his sides. “Do you need me to remind you about them?”

“No! Nohohoo! I reheheheemember!”

Keigo grins. “I think I should show you.”

“Youhuhu dohohon’t neheheheed tohohoho!”

“Well,” he smiles lightly. “Let’s just as this tummy what it thinks.” The hero leans over him, looking down at his belly, hovering just above his belly button. “Tummy, do you need a demonstration on the matter that is raspberries?” He turns his head slightly, pressing his ear over the kid’s belly, humming as though words were being exchanged. “I see, I do, I would be delighted to.” He pulls away slightly, turning to look him in the eyes, that playful light gleams in the hero's eyes, he missed that light. "Your belly seems to think it needs reminded."

"It's lyhyhying!"

"Tummies never lie."

"It ihihis! It is!"

"Now, nestling, I think I would know if tummies lie." He looms back out over his belly. "Let me oblige this tummy’s wishes."

"No! No, Kei! Stay away! Not those! Not berries! Don't do it! Dohohon't dohohoho ihihihit!"

The hero takes a deep breath, bending over him, and lowers his head down, pressing his lips over his belly button, and rests there. The boy squeals softly, kicking his legs again, sucking in his belly as much as he can. Keigo chuckles, releasing his big breath, and rubs his nose over the small belly button. "You just really want those berries, don't you?"

"Nohoho! Nohohot beheheherries! Hahahahhahahaahahahaha! Plehehehhehease!"

He takes another deep breath and presses in deeper than before, this time he knows it's coming, and Izuku tries to prepare himself for it.

He can't.

"EEIEIAIAHAAHHAHAHAHAHHA AHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHAHA! NO! NOHOHOHO EEIEIIAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA AHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHA! KEI KEHEHEHEEI EEAIAIAIAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA NOT THOSE EEIEIAIAAHAAHAHAHAHA AHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA! NO MORE AHAHAHAHAHEEIEEIEIAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAA NOHOHO MOOHHOHOHOORE! EEIIEIEAHAHAHHAHHAHA AHAHHAHAAHAHHA HOLD IT HOHOHOHOLD IIIEIEIEIIEEHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHA HAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAA!"

"Do you remember what berries are now, little tummy?" He laughs freely as the hero presses his ear back over his belly, nodding along mockingly, and gives a soft hum. "Of course, I can show you one more time."

"No! NO! Kei! Get away! Not those! Not berries! Please!"

"I'm sorry, Zu, I'm only doing what this tummy wants."

"Nohhohoho!" Izuku tenses when he feels the hero press his lips back over his belly button, holding onto a massive breath. "EIEIEIAAIAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA KEI NO EEIEIEIIEAIAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! IT KNOWS IT KNOWS EEEIEIEIIEAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA HAHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA EIEIIEAIHAAHAHHAHAHAHA AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHA IT KNOWS!"

"Are you sure?"

"I'M SURE! I'M REALLY SURE!"

"Alright, if you're sure." Keigo sits back up again and smiles down at him. "I just wanted to be sure, I mean, your tummy did ask me to show it again." He holds two fingers out over his belly. "Now, remember, you suck in that tummy, you get two raspberries."

The young hero in training nods quickly, vowing not to suck in his belly, no matter what sort of torture may be laid upon him.

"Good boy." He pokes his two fingers all over his belly, in random places, there is no way for him to map out any sort of pattern. "You're doing better than I thought you would." He does giggle too, shimmying from side to side, as much as his binds will allow, watching those two fingers closely with his bright violet eyes. "Now, for the true test." He raises a single finger for him to see, and he stares at it intently, watching as that finger turns, pointing down at him, and slowly begins to lower. He falls still when the finger pokes into his belly button, standing there, the hero staring up at him as though waiting for his reaction.

He shrieks when the finger starts to wiggle, and he can't help it, he tells himself not to, he orders himself to hold it back, but it happens, and he sucks in his belly.

"Oh, ho, ho, I knew that would work!" Keigo leans over him, resting his hand on his other side, curling his fingers around his side to keep him from squirming away. "Time for your berries."

"No!"

"Yes!" He takes a deep breath and rushes down, pressing his face into his belly, and blows a massive raspberry over his belly button.

Izuku throws his head back with a bright squeal of laughter. "EEIIEIAIAAAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAA I'M SORRY EEEIEIIEAIIAAHIAHAHAHHAHAHHAHHAHAHA IT WAS A MISTAKE EEIEIAIAHAHAHAHAHHAHAA HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAA! WAIT WAIT EEIEIIEAIAIHAAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAA YOU ONLY SAID TWO EEIIEIEAIAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHHA! KEIII EEIEIEIAIAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHHA YOU SAID TWO EEIEIEIAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!"

"I know," Keigo straightens, poking him playfully in the side, smiling as he giggles breathlessly. "But, you're just so darn cute, I can't help myself."

"I'm cuhuhute?"

He nods, smiling when the teen giggles, as he wiggles his index fingers on either side of his belly button. "Adorable."