#;yuma

@tearstotherealms said:

No words spoken as the sloth of a vampire besties himself in the other’s lap. It’s been ages and it’s clear he’ll refuse to move anytime soon. He expects to be carried around everywhere today. “It’s your fault.” Is all he says, even though what he’s thinking is ‘I missed you’. /Shuu to Yuuma, Rxtrase

"Oi! I was 'bout to go outside!"

As much as Yuma wanted to pretend that he was dissatisfied with serving as a pillow to his lover, he couldn't bring himself to actually act annoyed. He had missed Shuu too, greatly so, and he couldn't help but run his long fingers through the blond locks.

@rxtrase​ said:

Clings to him as if his life depended on it. “I missed you.” /had to get on to but Yuuma

⌞ Considering how much their relationship had evolved during the last couple of months, the taller vampire wasn’t exactly surprised when he felt a pair of strong, familiar arms wrap around his torso. He knew that the blond had missed him, and that he was likely longing for any type of physical contact with his beloved, after being away from him for so long. What a human reaction to have. Yuma didn’t blame him, though, for he felt exactly the same way.

⌞ “I missed ya’ too.”

@lilstrawbxrry​ said:

"Yuma-kun! Have you been growing any fresh strawberries as of late~?"

Without giving the girl more than a second to process what was going on, or what his answer to her question was, the former human promptly pushed a wicker basket into her arms, and steadily pulled her outside the manor by the arm.

     “Fuck off!!!”

     The vampire screamed as he walked out of the classroom, slamming the door shut on the girl’s face. Who did she think she was? She had never shown any interest towards him, and, until he had started dating Shu -even if only for the bet- they were simply classmates. It was only when the rumors started to spread about their new relationship that her interest seemingly peaked. And not in a normal way either, as it crossed every line he had drawn. The only thing he had done was reject her once, and suddenly she began to stalk him like some sort of psychopath from a bad horror movie. She had even gone as far as to confront him about why he wouldn’t go out with her, conversation which led to the current situation he was in.

      Fuck that. He was fuming. All he wanted to do was go back and punch her in the face, beat up every single person that suddenly decided they liked him and wanted to get between him and the blond. Damn, he really needed to let off some steam. That’s why, when he saw the Sakamaki make his way to the music room, he decided he had found the perfect opportunity to do just that.

      So he stomped after him, grabbing him by the arm and kissing him roughly. This was just what he needed. Their lips had barely made contact and he already felt his anger melt away. However, what he did not expect to happen was for the other to deepen the kiss further. Despite not being prepared for it, the half-blood welcomed the change, placing his hands on the pureblood’s hips and pulling their bodies close together.

       At this point he didn’t care who was watching, nor did he care about what they were thinking. When the other finally pulled away from their shared kiss, all Yuma could do was try to catch his breath and respond, half dazed.

During the fight, while the former human’s body was still warm and adrenaline pumped through his veins, he hadn’t felt the creature’s claws dig into his arm, the sharp ends ripping his flesh open and creating a set of scratches that wouldn’t be easy to heal. Not that they were deep, but, now that his head was cooling down, and he was retuning back to his senses, the male realized they burned and itched in a way he had rarely felt before.

“I don’ think tha’ will do. I migh' need to stitch it up.”

Nothing he wasn’t used to. Having grown up in the streets meant he had already stitched his own skin back up plenty of times, and he had dealt with much deeper, more dangerous wounds. He had already been both stabbed, and shot, after all.

@lilstrawbxrry​ said:

ー She's just gonna stare at Yuma and wonder which part of his soul he had to sell to grow that tall. "...Please tell me your secret!"     

Gazing down at the shorter human, the half-blood wondered what she was scanning him for. It was only when she seemed to be measuring him from head to toe that he realized what she truly wanted.

“Oi! Don’ look at me like that, sow. Yer’ the small one here. I’m not tha' tall.”

"Ehhh??!!" Laito pouted completely offended by Yuma's words, "How dare you... I only wish to protect maidens everywhere.... I would never...!!"

“Eh, yer’ cute like this, it’s a shame yer’ wrong.”

With a chuckle, the half-blood leaned down to kiss the other one’s lips, wanting to see his reaction to that action too.

{ And here’s another Valentine’s Day drabble for Dia (@sadisticvoyeurism​​), and I swear I didn’t try to make it this sinful, it just kind of happened.}

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With a few final deep and rough thrusts, the half-blood was finally driven over the edge of ecstasy, finishing a round that seemingly lasted forever in his head. Not bothering enough to pull out in time, he ended up releasing the afterglow of his orgasm inside the triplet’s body, something he usually did and wasn’t fond of attempting to change. It’s not as if the other one seemed to care either, simply moaning shamelessly and letting out a few of his well known perverted comments and observations. His reactions were cute, in their own way.

“Stop actin’ like that. If ya’ keep behavin’ like a slut, I will keep callin’ ya’ one.”

He spoke, before pulling his member out completely and letting his own body fall into the mattress with a loud ‘thud’. He was exhausted, as their session had lasted for a few more rounds than he was used to. Not that he would complain about the extra pleasure, but, despite being big, his body was surprisingly lacking in stamina. Maybe it was from the lack of that girl’s blood. He tried to replace it with that of his other classmates, sucking their veins nearly dry whenever he had the chance, but it wasn’t as good. Even the ginger’s blood, which he had tasted a few times before wasn’t nearly good enough.

“What are ya’ whinin’ ‘bout?”

Feeling the other one lie down next to him and rest his head against his back, the former human couldn’t help but think the scene may look romantic to the average on looker. However, that was far from the truth behind it. It wasn’t romantic, wasn’t passion filled, didn’t have feelings attached. It was simply sex, simply two aroused guys using each other to obtain carnal pleasure. He didn’t mind that. Actually, it was preferable that way, so no one would get hurt. As long as there was no romance, they would be fine. Actually, now that he was thinking about romance, he remembered something.

“Shit, it’s Valentine’s Day.”

He looked over his shoulder at the other one, before shrugging and returning to his original position. It didn’t matter. That date meant nothing to him. It wasn’t as if he ever wanted them to be anything more than just this. This was fine by him, perfect in fact, he thought, as he reached behind his own back to grope at the younger’s backside.

“Fuck it, wanna go for ‘nother round?”