#it is too early in the morning to ask me to use so much restraint

[icehot13]

is straight up asking to know the ending of a fic in comments the new trend or am i just getting old

ALTHOUGH, ok: the other new trend of people commenting yelling about how i hurt matt like we are already friends, YES!!!! GOOD!!, please continue this one, you guys are speaking my language and i love you. this is my favorite part of daredevil readers!! IT IS TIME TO YELL ABOUT MATT, YOU’RE SO RIGHT.

[haetrack]

was just thinking about walking up to haechan jerking off bc he woke up from a sex dream and then you start kissing him and are like “tell me what i did next in the dream baby” and then he tells u and u do it and then u just keep going with him telling u what u did yk what i mean..

warnings: male masturbation, riding, morning sex, teasing, desperate haechan, unprotected sex, MDNI

a/n: i will always love writing morning sex and it’s even better w haechan… the brainrot won and i wrote this in one sitting

your dream is currently being interrupted by the sounds of hushed moans.

you’d be scared if it weren’t for the fact that you know haechan is right next to you. it doesn’t take you long to piece together what's happening when you feel the quick movement of his arm sliding along his length.

you think his hand might be covering his mouth, a muffled moan of your name passing by your ear. he’s not being as quiet as he thinks he is, slick sounds of him fisting his cock fill the room. you stop yourself from squeezing your thighs together, too affected by your boyfriend.

as discreetly as possible, you push yourself up close to his cheek. he stops a bit, heavy breaths as he checks if you wake up. after a moment, he continues, hand slowly restarting its movements. you're so close to him, you can feel his warm skin against you, his breath fanning against the top of your head.

you could just let him get off in peace, but something compels you to press a small kiss to his cheek. he immediately reacts, his body stiffening up, unsure if he should continue. once you kiss him again, he doesn't care, hand moving quicker than before over his cock.

you smile against his skin, "good morning, haechan. what's got you like this?"

"morning, baby," he lets out a choked groan, "you. you got me like this."

he shifts onto his side, his hand still wrapped around his cock as he kisses you. his clean hand holds your face, pressing you closer to him as his thumb runs across your cheek. he's needy, probably trying to get off a lot longer than what you had seen.

his tongue licks into your mouth, not caring how messy he's being despite it being so early. his hand smooths over your side, groping at your skin once he meets your hips. he's groaning into your mouth, and you have to suppress a laugh that tries to come out of you.

you try pulling away, but he chases after your lips. you allow him a quick peck, holding him back by his shoulder so you can get a good look at him. you give him a lazy smile, "you know you could've just woken me up, right?"

he whines, hand stroking your thigh, "i know, it's just...”

you give him a questioning look, waiting for him to continue.

there’s no shame in his body when he finally admits to you, "i had a sex dream. about us. and i couldn't help myself."

you eye how his cock twitches in his hold, getting off on your reaction. your thumb moves to trace along his tip, watching as his hips buck against his hold, a hiss leaving his mouth. he tries to fight his hips from stuttering, but fails when you swat away his hand and replace it with your own.

"wanna tell me what we were doing in your dream?" you ask, smiling up at his flushed face.

he quickly moves to lay flat on his back, grabbing onto your hips as he pulls you on top of him. he has you sat right on top of his cock, and he can feel how you subtly grind down onto him. he thanks every god out there that you decided to only wear panties, feeling how wet you are.

he hums out appreciatively, "had you like this, all nice and wet for me. you kept begging for me to fill you up with my cock, and all i wanted to do was to tease you."

he can feel you clench around nothing, giving up any restraint as he grinds his cock up into your clothed heat. as much as he wants to just slip inside and let you ride him, he wants to take it slow.

his hands slide up to grope your covered chest, feeling your hard nipples under his touch. he lets out a satisfied hum, “if i didn’t know any better, i would’ve assumed you were the one who had a wet dream, baby. so needy for me, hm?”

you nod along to his words, trying not to rush as he touches you as he pleases. you can’t help but moan when he pinches one of your nipples, begging him to hurry and fuck you.

he just laughs, moving your panties to the side as you start grinding down on his cock. he places his hands on your hips, stopping your movements as he pouts, “aren’t you supposed to be listening to me? this was my dream, don’t be unfair.”

if it were any other circumstance, you’d tell him to stop being so dramatic. but now all you can do is pathetically whimper at his words, hoping he’ll do something to get you off.

he has to bite back a smirk seeing you so desperate on top of him. he brings a thumb to your clit, rubbing slow circles on you as he watches you fold over, gasping out at the feeling. he coos at the sight, “you need me so bad, don’t you? had you begging in my dream, you’re making it a reality, baby.”

you dig your nails into his bicep, not missing the small whimper he lets out at the feeling. you can feel his own patience wear thin, grinding his cock up to your dripping pussy. his tip catches at your entrance, causing you both to moan out.

he’s quick to lift your hips, lining himself at your entrance. his eyes bore into yours as he pushes your hips down, his eyes fluttering shut with how tight you feel. he tries to conceal a moan but fails, you just feel too good right now.

you get used to the stretch, feeling how he’s throbbing inside of you. his fingers dig into your sides, and you can tell just how much he’s trying to calm himself down. when you start moving, he lets out a loud moan, his hips meeting yours.

he tries to keep his eyes open, but with the feeling of your around him, it’s hard. his voice is shaky when he speaks, “w-wanted to have you crying for me like my dream, b-but i don’t think i’ll last long.”

“s-shouldn’t have gotten yourself off, then,” you whine out, your arms making their way to his shoulders. there’s no rhythm to your movements anymore, the both of you too caught up in how good it all feels.

he can feel himself getting lost in you. in his dream, you were the one crying out to him. but now that it’s happening, he can’t help but to feel so desperate as his hips drive up into yours. he lets out a moan at the sight of you grinding down on him, “y-yeah, use me, baby. use me to get yourself off.”

you can feel yourself body get hot at his words, feeling his hands move to guide you up and down his length. his eyes watch where he enters you, and when he feels you clench around him, his head falls back onto the pillows with a moan.

as much as he wants to see you on top of him like this, he needs you close, needs to feel your skin against his. his arms wrap around your neck, bringing you down to kiss you. he can feel your nipples against his chest, unable to stop how he bucks into you.

he lets out a whine against your lips, “y-you’re so mean to me, your needy pussy’s getting me so fucking close.”

you shudder at his words, your head falling to his shoulder, moaning into his skin. you pull back a little, “was i like this in your dream? was i begging for you to cum in me? because i really wan’ you to cum in me, please!”

a breathy laugh leaves him, his hips driving up into your cunt. his thumb sneaks under you to rub at your clit, holding back a whimper at the feeling of you grinding down on him. he throws his head back, “are you gonna cum with me? need you to cum so i can fill my baby up.”

you nod quickly, leaning up a little more so you can properly ride him again. the room is hot, there’s a mess between your legs, and there’s haechan clawing at your skin. it’s only when you hear a whimper of your name and see haechan’s fucked out face that you cum.

haechan tries to hold off so you can ride out your orgasm, but it’s so hard for him when you wrap tightly around him. he brings you down again, his arms wrapping around your back and keeping you close as he fucks your cunt full of his cum.

he’s letting out whimpers, too sensitive for the morning, getting dizzy at the feeling. he has to grip your hips when he feels you clench around him, the overstimulation biting at him.

you finally get down from your high, placing soft kisses along the skin of his neck. you can feel him shiver, his fingers pressing feather-like touches along your back. he pulls out of you slowly, laughing at how you grimace when he moves your panties into place, keeping his cum in you.

you roll to your side, cuddling up next to him. it’s not too early anymore, the sun risen to brighten up his bedroom. as hot as you are, you can’t help but nuzzle into haechan’s warm skin, sighing contently. he leans over to press kisses along the side of your face, smiling once he reaches your lips.

he collapses back onto the bed. in no world would he ever try getting up this early, not when you’re so close to him. he needs you to stay close, needs to feel you right there next to him as he falls back asleep. he mumbles into your skin, “in my dream you stayed in bed with me for another hour.”

how could you argue with that?

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

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𝙩/𝙬: use of restraints, rough tickling, changbin works too hard smh

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𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞? 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐛s🖤

Changbin worked a lot. Sure, it was difficult for him to admit so, but deep down he was aware that he worked a little too much for someone who was supposed to be taking a break.  

He woke up pretty early in the morning, drank TWO cups of coffee, and then made his usual protein shake and grabbing his bag to head down to the gym. 

Two hours later and he was walking back, skin dewy from his shower and then he was working, either dancing, singing, or rapping—or maybe even all three, until he had lunch. 

Then he was producing some new music. He would sit at his desk [or maybe the couch?] and he would work on new music all day and even throughout the night, where he fell asleep at a ungodly time. 

Yeah, okay. Maybe he worked a lot. He never really did things for fun outside his free time, did he? 

Hyunjin frowned when he caught Changbin laying on the couch, phone in his hand. “What are you doing?”

Changbin looked up with a smile. “Hi, Hyunnie!!” He sang, rising from the couch with a groan and running to cling onto the younger. 

Hyunjin shook his head fondly as Changbin buried his head into his chest, and he ruffled his hyung’s hair. God, he was too sweet. 

“Um—so hyung, why are you still working? It’s so late.” Hyunjin asked, cupping the shorter’s cheeks and squishing them with an ever-rising love growing in his chest.

“Mmm…don’t wanna…” Binnie suddenly yawned, and Hyunjin glanced at the face, a feeling of exhaustion settling over it. 

“You should really rest, hyung. You look super-duper tired.” Jinnie sighed, moving his arms down and wrapping them around the bunny’s belly. “C’mon. Pretty please?”

“Mmhm…noo…” Binnie whined, squealing when Hyunjin teasingly poked his ribs. 

“C’mon hyung~” Suddenly Changbin could feel the air turning mischievous, and he immediately scrambled to protect himself. 

“W-Wait wait—HYUNJIN!!” He shrieked suddenly when he was full body thrown onto the couch, feet dangling over the edge as Hyunjin easily got the upper hand. 

”Keep ‘em up or it gets 10x worse.“ Hyunjin grabbed the older’s arms and squeezed, pulling them easily over the bunny’s head. 

Binnie gulped, firmly grabbing the edge of the couch above his head, just as Hyune began to untuck his shirt. 

“You still don’t wanna take a break, huh?” Jinnie scoffed, opening up the dwaekki’s shirt up to his highest rib, smiling at the familiar way Binnie’s legs kicked suddenly as cold air hit his skin. 

“H-Hyunjin…please!! The others are sleeping!!” Binnie hissed, cheeks flushing a furious red when Hyunjin traced down his arms. “Then you better stay extra quiet, hm?”

“Hyuhuhunjihin pleeheheeaasee!!” Binnie giggled, unable to hold back his sweet giggles as Hyunjin traced around his small, rounded tummy, the skin unbearably sensitive. 

“Plehehehease dohohohon’t!!” He snickered, tangling his hands in his hair as Hyunjin continued to happily keep the older giggling beneath him. 

“Don’t what?” Hyunjin feigned cluelessness, continuing his small movements across Binnie’s torso, trapping the boy’s knees further when the rapper began to kick desperately behind him with a high pitched squeal. 

“Dohohon’t tihihickle mehehehe—PLEHEASEE!!” Changbin pleaded when Hyunjin moved to his ribs, grabbing the smaller’s rib cage and shaking it to pull louder belly laughter from his hyung. 

“Please what? Please keep tickling my sweet little ribs? Please keep on making me laugh? You have to specify, bunny~” Hyunijin cooed, and Changbin squeezed his eyes shut, a flustered pink blush coating his ears. 

“Plehehease KEEHEHeeep ohon mahahahaking me lahahahaugh!!” Poor Changbin giggled flusteredly. 

Hyunjin’s heart almost exploded. “Gosh, hyung, you’re just so cute.” He mused, skittering his fingers along the dwaekki’s upper torso, mainly his armpits. Binnie begged, the words fading into frantic laughter as he kicked his legs desperately behind Hyune. “NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!! NOHOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE!!”

Hyunjin only continued his scribbling along his hyung’s armpits, Changbin shaking his head as he cackled and tried to keep his arms up. Only, the dancer continued with his relentless teasing until Binnie couldn’t bear it anymore, throwing his hands down to grip at Hyunjin’s. 

“Oop. They’re down~” Hyune cooed, grabbing his belt from behind him and using it to buckle the poor dwaekki’s wrists to the heavy chair behind them. 

“Thahat’s so unfair!!” Binnie complained. Not that he minded, he always got wrecked worse when he was tied down and helpless. 

“You’re the one tied down. I make the rules here.” Hyune declared, gently rubbing down Binnie’s legs as he tried to catch his breath. 

“Tummy time~” Hyunjin returned to Changbin’s belly. He always did. 

“W-Wahait…No rahaspberries pleheasee!!” Changbin stuttered, eyes widening in anticipation as Hyunjin pressed a small kiss to his torso. 

“Oh? I wasn’t gonna do it (he was), but now thanks for that idea!” Hyunjin exclaimed, leaning closer to the older’s belly. 

The fact that Binnie couldn’t move at all had him nervously twitching and squeezing his eyes shut. 

He suddenly shrieked when the raspberry landed—not on his tummy—but on that torturously ticklish area right beneath Bin’s pecs that always had him howling. 

“HYUHUHUHUHUNJIHIHIHIN!!” He screamed in betrayal, squealing frantically when the buzzing sensation only continued. 

Binnie started to cry with mirth, shaking his head side to side as Hyunjin aimed for the sides of his chest, and the younger was suddenly startled as a long, sharp wail tore out of the bunny’s throat. 

Frightened that he had hurt him, Hyunjin abruptly stopped. Right in the middle of the raspberry. 

Changbin choked on a peal of laughter, panting hard and Hyunjin began to feel the worst. The dwaekki seemed to be genuinely out of breath. 

“Hyung…hyung, I’m so s-sorry…are you okay?” Hyunjin immediately scrambled to unbuckle and grasp at Binnie’s arms. 

“Yeahah…why’d youhu stop lihike that...?”  Changbin heaved. 

“I…I thought I’d hurt you…” Hyunjin suddenly gasped, and Bin sat up immediately, grabbing at the dancer’s shoulders and pulling him into a tight hug. 

“No. No, you didn’t hurt me, baby…what made you think so?” Binnie cooed, and Hyunjin coughed for a second before responding. “You sounded like you were in pain.”

Changbin laughed. “Nonono love, it just…um—you know—tickled…too much.” He cleared his throat in embarrassment. 

Hyunjin looked up at him with a mischievous smirk. 

“Hyune…Hyunjin.” Changbin immediately began to back up, the younger crawling towards him all the same. 

Binnie shrieked when his back hit the headboard and suddenly Hyunjin was wrestling him down and managing to pin the older yet again. 

“Let’s move here?” Hyunjin tapped gently on the skin of the rapper’s thigh, gently rolling up his shorts to expose the inner area. 

“Nohoho…I really can’t tahake ihit there!” Changbin stared in horror as Hyunjin began to gently wiggle his fingers, nearing the skin gently…slowly. 

Suddenly, Hyunjin’s knees were pinning Binnie’s apart and his hands were scribbling torturously up and down the skin, causing the poor rapper to wail desperately through his loud cackles. 

“WAHAHHAHAAHAHAIT!! IHIT TIHICKLES TOO MUHUCH PLEHEHEASEE!!”

“How could I? I love your thighs, so soft and perfect.” Hyunjin replied, looking fondly down at his beautiful hyung, smile wide and happy. 

“NOHO—WAIT—CHAHAHAHANGE SPOHOHOHOTS I CAHAHAHAN’T!!” Changbin wailed, kicking his legs out fruitlessly. 

Instead of moving to a spot where Bin could handle it, of course, Hyunjin then grabbed his ankle, running his nails down the taut skin, moving half of his fingers to the inner part of Bin’s feet. 

Changbin nearly saw god. High pitched squeals tore themselves out of his throat and his mind was breaking. “NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!! STAHAAHAAAHA I CAHAHANT!!” 

“Really? Even your ankles are so unbearable ticklish that I have you squealing here beneath me? What about these little feet then, hm?” Hyune then switched to said spot, and Changbin’s laughter went silent immediately, only coming back wilder. 

“HYUHHUHUNE WAHAHAHAIT PLEHEHEASE!!” Changbin screamed. “MAHAHAHAHAKE IHIHIT STAHAHAHAHAHAP OHO GOHOHOHOD!!” 

“Only if you agree to take a break with me.”

Binnie gave in immediately, especially because fingers began to torturously tickle at his thighs again. 

“OKAHAHAHAHAHAY!! IHIHILL TAHAKE A BREEHEHEHEHEAK!! IHI PROHIHOHOMISE!!”

Hyunjin let up on that spot, moving back to his hyung’s belly to give him a breather. 

Binnie panted as Hyunjin let him go, laying his fluffy hair on the bunny’s bare tummy and sighing in satisfaction. 

Changbin slept that night peacefully, as did a warm ferret who snored away on his hyung’s soft tummy, hands kneading gently at the older’s thighs. 

Safe to say, Hyunjin got to spoil his hyung the next day with all the lovely things, and the break was certainly well-deserved. 

[age-of-play-i-say]

Daddy watches me squirm a little in the doorway, holding my favorite bunny stuffy in one hand, looking down at the floor

"Yes, little one? Do you need something?" He's drinking his coffee, his eyes twinkling as he takes in my early morning appearance of one of his old t shirts and hastily brushed hair

I hesitate and shift my feet back and forth, peering up at him through my lashes before fixing my eyes back on the floor. I nod and try to hold still, but a whine builds in my throat

He waits, watching carefully for any signs of genuine distress on his baby's precious face, sipping his coffee and enjoying the show

I manage to stand still long enough to mumble " . . .m morning potty time?"

Daddy smirks. "What was that baby? It didn't sound very polite."

I don't manage to hold in the whining this time. I'm too embarrassed and too desperate. "daddy!! my morning tinkles are so big inside me! need them now, pwease!" I give up any pretense of restraint and shove my hand between my legs to help me hold

"Baby, why didn't you say so earlier? I could hear you waking up a half hour ago! Then I heard the headboard squeaking and poked my head in to make sure you were all right. I saw you bent over Mr. Hops there," he points at the stuffie dangling from my other hand, "and figured you needed your private big kid time. Did you get all those naughty stickies out? And now you're ready to make wee wee with daddy?"

I blush deeply, embarrassed that daddy knew I was making humpies. I hold up Mr. Hops with both hands and go to cross my legs.

"I wahn'ed big kid time 'cuz I woked up all tingly. But, but then I--um . . ." my face flushes deeper and I look at the floor while I turn the bunny's plushie face toward you. There's a big wet streak darkening his nose and running up across his forehead. If daddy felt his soft head, he would know how much I had really leaked before I got it under control.

"I din't know it was pee pee tingles an not big kid tingles, am sorry daddy!!" my voice trembles even while I start wiggling my hips with crossed legs

"Oh no, sweetie!" Daddy puts his coffee aside and stands up, voice deepening as his smirk disappears, seeing how desperate his baby really is. He gently pulls Mr. Hops out of my grip and uses his strong hands to pry my legs apart. He kneels in front of me, takes my plushie and boops the cold nose against my winkie, pressing his soft body up against my princess parts and tush like a makeshift diaper. I gasp and lose a few dribbles from my stiffy twitching awake again.

He grabs my hand and starts towing me back to the bathroom, where I had just brushed my hair hopping from foot to foot.

"Little steps, baby, come with daddy. Daddy will make it all better. I didn't mean to embarrass you so much. Did any get on the bed?"

I shake my head silently, eyes wet with relief that daddy isn't mad at my naughty leaking, not that he ever has been before.

"Good! Good job, little one. It's hard to tell the difference between tingles when you're just a baby, after all"

We arrive at the bathroom and daddy tugs me past the potty and starts stepping into the tub, clothes and all.

"Daddy??" I ask while my wee tries to escape my hole. I clamp down on Mr. Hops and whimper but a steady trickle starts making its way into his plush head "please hurry!!"

Daddy lays down in the big tub, unable to stop himself from grinning, and pats his thighs firmly. I can't help but notice the front of his pants making a naughty tent. My winkie pulses and I let out an extra little squirt by accident when he pulls out his big thingie and gives it a few short strokes

"Climb on, sweetie, you didn't get to finish your big kid time and you did such a good job holding your wee wees! We're gonna have to do a load of laundry for Mr. Hops anyway and today is bath day. Don't think I forgot bath day, little one." Daddy's voice is a low growl as he humps the air and stares at my plushie covered private parts

I scramble into the tub, losing more spurts as I do, kneel on either side on daddy's hips and let Mr Hops fall between daddy's knees. I dribble and shake as daddy lines himself up and starts moaning as I press my boycunt down and down until he's snuggled up inside me.

Daddy adjusts my hips and leans forward to reach around, grabbing my stuffie and lining it up under my baby winkie. I gasp at the stimulation and gaze down at daddy for final permission

"There, baby" he gasps in my ear as my soaked pussy ripples around him, "make your morning potties all over Daddy" he grunts and thrusts up into my warmth "then Daddy will make stickies inside you while you and Mr. Hops finish what you started." He grabs my hips and pulls me down so his big thingie is all the way inside me.

I keen loudly, close my eyes, and let my muscles relax. My piddle hisses into my bunny and flows down daddy's tight balls. I shake and can't help but ride him a little while I empty myself all over his lap and tummy.

He starts losing control of himself, bucking into me and muttering naughty words. I start feeling light and free and my tinkles slow before I feel another pressure between my legs, aching against my plushie's soggy head.

"daddy??" I manage weakly "gonna cum, gotta make stickies! pwease!!"

He chuckles between labored breaths "Go on then, baby, come for daddy. Come during your morning potty time, just like you like"

He picks up the pace, driving into my tight hole, faster and faster until he freezes up and grunts loudly, and I scream, squirting the last of my potties and my stickies out all at once

I collapse on his chest, feeling his big daddy thingie still pulsing inside me, weakly

I pull Mr. Hops away from my sensitive, shrinking winkie and settle my full weight on daddy's tummy, sighing happily

Daddy groans unexpectedly and shifts under my weight. I raise my head to look at his face. He made his stickies in my boycunt, but he doesn't look relaxed.

"Baby-" his forehead wrinkles and he sounds urgent "-daddy needs to make potty too"

I stare at him, uncomprehendingly.

He continues, still squirming under me, "Daddy had 3 coffees while waiting for you and wanted to wait to make potties together so you wouldn't feel nervous"

I smile mischievously, knowing just what he needs, "okay, daddy, I wan your tinkles too" and snake a hand between us to press hard on his bladder before bouncing my hips a few times on his still-hard willy

Daddy startles, inhales sharply, and stops fighting his need. As his stream explodes into my walls, I remove my hand and wrap it around my baby pee pee again, tugging it back to life

I start moaning and getting close again right as daddy's tinkle starts tickling out of my entrance and he starts getting the pee pee shivers

"good daddy" I moan weakly, "thank you for your tinkle"

Daddy rises into a sitting position using only his abs, wraps his big arms around his baby, and cums again, harder than he ever has before, crying out and thanking his lucky stars that he found me

[flxrartsstuff]

Dressing Up 👔

Nanamixfem!Reader OneShot, 18+

Author‘s note: This idea came up in my mind when I saw a TikTok actually. A cosplayer dressing up as Nanami and I imagined how it would be if you could wake up to this every morning, watching Nanami getting ready for work in front of you. This is also my first post here on tumblr and I hope you give this one a try!

・❥・

I blinked a few times as I was about to wake up and the bright light from the window was already making me squint again. But I didn't feel anyone next to me, the side of the bed was empty, whereas yesterday I had fallen asleep comfortably in my husband's arms. I turned around and saw him standing by the mirror, right next to the bed. And I liked the view so much that I was suddenly wide awake.

»Do you have to leave so early?« I asked the blonde, still sleepy, and turned onto my side, resting my head on the pillow with one hand. He turned around as soon as he heard my voice and reached for his beige pants to pull them over his ankles. His eyes locked on mine and I couldn't look away.

»Early? Look at the clock.« He grinned, nodding his head towards the digital clock on his bedside table. It clearly showed 7:00 in the morning. Definitely too early for me and too soon for him to have to go to work. I would have liked to ask him to undress again and lie with me. To warm me up like last night. I was still naked, with only the comforter pulled up to my neck, I could still feel his touch on me and his kisses. He had taken me so many times until we had both fallen asleep in each other's arms. My legs were still trembling from the intense touches, because of his hands that had impatiently pushed my thighs apart and had made me feel his hard manhood. I had lolling under him, moaning and begging for more. His every thrust was still felt in my nether regions, even though he was already on his feet this morning and getting ready for the day.

My gaze slid from his legs up to his chest as he slipped the blue shirt over his shoulders that I had ironed yesterday. His pants were still open, giving me a glimpse of his Calvin Klein boxers. Always a man with style. He was never satisfied with cheap shorts and always bought clothes that were much more expensive. I liked to rip his shirt off every time and do the same with his boxers. When he gave me the upper hand. His eyes were on me, as if we were just talking with our gazes. And we both knew that he wanted to continue where we had left off yesterday. His eyes were clouded with lust, dark and distorting. He bit his lip lightly as if to say, »You're unbelievable.«

I grinned and let out a long sigh as he fastened the last button of his shirt, ending the view of his chiseled pecs for the time being. Our looks were worth a thousand words. I read in his eyes the same words I had heard him say last night.

»Fuck, baby, you're incredible. A little more, I want all of you. I want to be even deeper inside you.«

»Oh God yes...« It was as if I could hear the two of us doing it together without restraint. How loud we must have been, so that all the neighbors already knew us. The bed, which banged violently against the wall with each of his thrusts, the head of which he constantly held on to in order to thrust into me with even more momentum. I could still feel him inside me, his hard length twitching deep inside me, hitting every sensitive spot inside me and eliciting loud cries of pleasure.

»Kento...don't stop...just don't stop...« I had moaned, digging my fingers into his back, which had long since turned red and was covered in scratches.

»Stop?« He had repeated amusedly, pulling back only to thrust again with full force. »I'm just getting started...«

One climax followed the next until my nether regions were melting with heat. I screamed his name countless times, spurring him on. My hands kept burying themselves in his hair and pulling on it. When I looked up at him now, I saw a neatly trimmed hairstyle. He pushed the shirt into his pants and his hands wandered purposefully down to his crotch. I could only watch as he zipped it up agonizingly slowly, as if he wanted to show me again what to expect tonight. I couldn't hold back an excited sigh, even when he tightened the belt around his hips.

»Such a naughty thing...« he replied quietly as he grabbed his watch and clasped it around his wrist. I had given it to him for Christmas last year and he's worn it every day since then. It slid so easily over his wrist and drew my attention to his masculine and strong hands, whose fingers I had felt deep inside me as well last night. He wanted to tease me and feel me, wanted to taste me and had even made me suck on his fingers so that I could taste my own moisture and arousal. He knew how to drive me out of my mind.

Every of his moves were perfect. His morning routine seemed so elegant and efficient despite its simplicity. He smelled of his aftershave, which would have put me to bed long ago if I hadn't already been here. My thighs pressed together violently, but I couldn't stop myself from feeling a warm, aroused trail on my pussy. I liked undressing him, but watching him get dressed had an equally attractive effect on me. All that was missing now was for me to start drooling. Of course, Kento took full advantage of this. When he had fastened the buttons on the sleeves, he reached for his tie, with its unmistakable leopard pattern. It was still hanging on my right hand, lightly wrapped, reminding me of what had happened yesterday.

»You’re only mine. Understand?« His voice had been so dark when he had tied his tie around my wrists. So I had been completely at his mercy, throwing my head back with a moan and giving myself over completely. My hands were tied tightly to the bed above my head as he playfully ran his tongue up my thigh and then between my legs. He played around my clit, licked me and sucked on my womanhood. I had reared up in excitement, thrown my head back, rolled my eyes and opened my mouth so wide that nothing but moans and whimpers came out.

»Fuck…« I breathed out, not able to say anything else. But it wasn’t enough for him. Of course it hadn't been enough for him. And as long as he hadn't had his answer, he would delay my orgasm until he had heard what he wanted.

»Understand?« he repeated with emphasis in his voice, stopped sucking on my clit as I loved it and looked at me. I had looked down at my legs, his head between my thighs, my arousal on his lips.

»Yes, oh God, yes! I'm yours, Kento.« I had whimpered in desperation that I wouldn't have recognized myself. My hips wanted to grind against his mouth again, but he laughed softly to himself as he leaned closer to me again. His voice beat against my pussy and sent a thousand shivers through my body.

I could still feel the tremors from my climax and clenched my thighs even tighter. But nothing helped, so I hurriedly jumped off the bed and at least helped him with his tie. Maybe that would distract me a little.

»Let me, will you?«

He grinned, snuggled closer to me and placed his hands loosely on my hips. But he let me do it and watched my every move. I knew how to tie a tie, he had shown me often enough. But instead of it calming or distracting me, I thought back to last night. When I had been able to experience control for a moment, when I had sat on him and ridden him without hesitation. I grinned broadly, adjusted his tie and straightened his shirt collar.

»What are you thinking of?« he asked me amused.

»Oh God, yes...« He had moaned beneath me, hot-blooded and uninhibited. Had constantly thrust his hips against mine in unison, making me sink him even deeper inside me each time. I had moved slowly at first, then faster and faster on him, riding his cock with such impatience until another climax had built up in my abdomen. I felt him twitching and quivering inside me, felt that he was almost as far as I was. I had stretched my back, my breasts bouncing with every thrust and his hands dug into my hips.

»Fuck, I‘m cumming…oh god, I‘m cumming!«

»Cum for me…« he had growled darkly, sending me finally over the edge. I couldn’t stop grinning, moaning, letting everything out what I had felt in this moment. His hips continued to move for a while, I was still rubbing my wet pussy against his cock to savor every last spark of my orgasm. I could feel him quivering and cumming inside me too. Growling and moaning, his hands sunk firmly into my flesh. Something I loved besides letting him lead me was turning the tables on him. To see the excitement and lust on his face as I moved on top of him and the desperate need for release.

And as soon as I had sunk into the pillows next to him, his arms had wrapped around me and we had sunk into a deep and satisfying sleep. At least until this morning, which brought me back to the reality. Even though, as he took his jacket and left the flat with a kiss on my lips, I still couldn't think about anything else but how I would take off all his clothes tonight as slowly and efficiently as he had put them on.

[writingsofwesteros]

"Aye- Where are you off to, lad?" Ned asked as he saw his son leaving their hotel that night. "Daenora and her brother invited me out with them- Aegon owns some club, a new one opening downtown." Robb said. Ned raised a brow, and said, "Careful lad- those Targaryens... they're folks with queer ways. They think themselves above the gods, and above morality." He knew Robb was going because of course, Daenora and her sister were going to be there. The two girls were beautiful, though like night and day. Helaena was sweet, and radiated an innocence, whereas Daenora was like a siren luring a man to his death. He shuddered when he thought about her her soft hand felt on his arm- he'd be lying if he sat he got off the phone early with Cat that night, and fisted his cock to the image of her in that sinful dress- only to feel ashamed afterwards. "I know, Dad. I'll be fine, don't worry." He told his father as he went down. Later that night, there was a knock on his door, and he felt his breath leave his body- Daenora stood there, in a dress that left little to imagination, that vixen.

"Mr Stark," She spoke smoothly. "Robb had a bit too much to drink, so I just came up to make sure he was okay." She said, and Ned nodded. "Aye- he's fast asleep now, though I reckon he'll regret it in the morning." She giggled, and stepped inside. Without thinking, Ned closed the door behind him. Fucks' sake, even the way she walked was making him hard. "I'm sure you did your share of wild things back in the day, Mr. Stark," She hummed, turning to look at him. He chuckled, and said, "A bit. Did you have a good time night?" She chuckled, and stepped closer to him, so close there was hardly room between them. "The night isn't over yet...Mine is just beginning, actually." Her hand danced along his chest, up to his shoulders, where she wrapped her arms around and he felt her body pressed against him. Gods- he should fight this more, but Targaryen women were perhaps the one thing in the world that could tear past even the most honourable man's restraint. "I'm old enough to be your father, little one," He rasped, and she leaned in closer and purred, "Then I can call you Daddy." She pressed her lips to his, and he felt his blood run hot, his large, rough hand slid down to cup her ass in that slutty dress she wore, grunted as her breasts pressed against his chest. She rubbed against his bulge, and Ned groaned, she tasted like liquor and and something uniquely her. Her moans were heavily, and she guided one of his hands between her legs to feel her panties, absolutely fucking soaked. "Look at what you did to me Daddy," She whined softly. Ned swore under his breath, his thick, rough fingers rubbing her pussy over her panties.

Surely Daenora Targaryen would be the death of him.

Oh she wants him so desperately , how can he resist.

His fingers are so much thicker than she's used to; the only one to come close is Harwin. Her brothers had such delicate, slender fingers and now all she could do was rock against him.

[whumpshaped]

what’s the day-to-day life like with helle and beck after beck gets turned?

"Um, let's see..." Beck thinks on it a bit before he starts listing the activities, counting on his fingers. "I usually wake up around 8-9 pm, which must be late by vampire standards, because Helle is always awake by then. I always wake up hungry, way more hungry than I ever have as a human, I think, so then I wait for Helle to go hunting. Since, y'know, I can't really... hunt for myself."

"I can't really focus on anything else before I eat, honestly. As soon as Helle gets back, I... I politely ask whether I'm allowed to feed on the human they brought back." He stops, debating whether he should go into more detail about the politeness, but decides against it. "They, um... rarely ever let me have as much blood as I want. I'm not sure if it's because... because I want too much? Or they just like seeing me desperate. They say I have to learn restraint..."

"After that, they send the human back home, and we just... I don't know. Pass the time. Watch movies, take a walk out in the yard... I stargaze a lot... Helle reads a surprising amount of books when they're not... set on making undeath difficult for me. They get super into it too, it's a little like when they watch an actual movie. It's kind of, um... endearing."

"What else, uh... I clean a lot. The mansion is so big, there's always something to do, and especially in the early weeks it was so chaotic. Some areas I'm not allowed into, and I can't imagine what sort of mess those doors are hiding."

"Sometimes Helle takes me out to the city. Whenever I whine too much about missing it, usually... But then when we're there, I kind of always regret it. It's so scary now that I'm a vampire. It's somehow scarier than when I was human. At least then I had all these other humans around me, and I could delude myself into thinking I won't be the one the vampires get. Now I'm almost on my own, surrounded by hundreds of people who probably want me deader than I already am."

"I kind of prefer staying inside. It gets a little lonely whenever Helle is out, though. It's strange, I used to love being alone... I don't know. When the sun comes up in the morning, we obviously stay inside with the curtains drawn. I always thought vampires would go to sleep immediately as the sun rose, but, well... That'd leave them barely half a day to be awake, huh? I realise that now... We go to sleep closer to noon, sometimes even later. And that's basically it! Sorry, you probably weren't looking for something so detailed."

[tigertale]

A/N: Again! Malleus' content because I like his vibes😔 Short independent story (or flash fiction whatever), but you can read it as the prelude of this one piece I made a while ago

A/N: And I've also written this one early in morning lol My bad

•F! reader; Malleus

•〔　！ 〕Smutty content but no penetration; Grammatical errors; not proofread

"You have a lot of knowledge that would be useful, especially if you were to stay by my side." He gently kissed her under her ear, slowly moving down with each press of his lips against her flushed skin. The soft hitch in her breathing encouraging him to continue his trail down.

"I— Am I really? But I only have theoretical knowledge, I won't be of much use…" The heaviness in her chest kept increasing with each kiss, the sole reminder needed for her aching heart. This is as much physical as they could ever get due to his status, it was not enough, it would never be, but they couldn't afford to do something more —in risk of endangering his position.

"That's why you will be my most trusted advisor, the only one I would need. No need for you to think too much about it." His hands, that were glued on the small of her back up until now, slithered along her shapes and found a new place behind her thighs. Before she could properly comprehend it, he had crossed her legs around his waist, and his lips slipped further under her collarbone, their unpronounced limit. Any lower and damnation would be for them to taste. "Even if I do personally think that being a Queen is the most appropriate for you."

As Malleus was removing the piece of clothing that was hiding her breast from his sight, she turned around, hands flying and slapping her face in a loud sound that had startled him. Suddenly eaten with worry, he tried to pry her hands away from her face but she further pushed herself into the mattress, which prompted him to try and get her out of her shell more vigorously. A meaningless fight that she did not want to lose as her ears flushed to a deeper red with each attempt of his.

"Child of man…" When she was fully pressed into the bed, with no way to escape, she let out a squeak. It tempted him to chuckle, how cute of her to make such a noise in a moment of despair (he wanted to hear more of it), but he was still deeply worried about the sudden switch in her attitude.

A small whisper, akin to a whine, resonated into the room when his hand pressed against hers and stopped him in his track. But the sound was too soft for him to catch what she had said. Before he could ask her to repeat, she did so, albeit louder for him to hear this time. It was a single word, he recognised it immediately, of course he would, it was her name after all. "Please… Use my name…"

Malleus' heart skipped a beat at the trembling in her voice —but he did listen to her request and uttered her name softly, it was a mesmerising sound that sent gasoline into the fire that his instincts were. And his cock rejoiced just as much, hot and pressed flush against her cunt. "Do you hate me? Are you, perhaps, scared? Is this why you're hiding from me?"

Unlike what he had previously thought, she could indeed further push herself against the mattress, which he thought was impossible at this point. The questions he had so innocently asked and feeling him grounding himself so shamelessly against her were making the burn in her body unbearable. "No. I'm just happy."

He pressed his fingers around her hands and slowly removed them when he felt no resistance from her. "For you to think so highly of me… I'm glad to hear that." The sight of her feverish face, sweat gliding along it and tears smeared around her eyes, was the last straw. The one thing that broke his resolve and the restraints he had half-heartedly tried to keep up.

The fabric above her chest was carelessly removed and her skirt flipped as to let him see her plain underwear, now sullied with her juice. He straightened his back, standing tall above her and a deep he chuckle left his mouth. His emerald eyes stared at her playfully as he was removing the belt that was keeping his aching dick from her. "You'll see, just how dearly I hold you close to me. You won't ever doubt my affection ever again."

Part:

Ⅰ ⅼ Ⅱ ⅼ Ⅲ ⅼ Ⅳ ⅼ V 0 (extra preface drabble)

[moomsies-blog]

Until the Day I Die - MHA Fanfic

Cross Posted - AO3

Word Count - 2970

Summary : Obanai Shinobi just hopes for an easy year as she works at UA High School, counseling young future heroes who seem to just attract trouble. With the looming doom of the League of Villains, along with a mysterious vigilante who haunts Shinobi’s life, nothing’s easy.

She must learn how to navigate memories and pain she had tried so hard to ignore while also making sure no child died while in the school’s care, but the biggest question she had was if she'd be able to do that without a quirk.

Chapter One - Another Day Another Hero

It was a quiet night, light pollution in the city clouding the starry sky, though with how far out the warehouse was one could see a few if they tried really hard. The dilapidated building was abandoned, once used as some hero support tech factory but after a bad villain attack they deemed it unusable.

However, despite how calm it was, despite the gentle sounds of someone cleaning their gun, a man sat sobbing and begging for mercy, “Please! I’ll give you anything! Anything at all, is it money? I have plenty of money!”

Matsumoto Ankoku, leader of a small group of petty criminals that prey on the poorer side of the city. Tying folks in need to debts they couldn’t pay back, leading them to be terrorized by the goons for whatever money they could scrounge up. Which eventually led the people finding a way to contact a certain vigilante to assist them out of desperation. Seeing as they had borrowed money from criminals and they’d rather stay out of jail.

The masked figure didn’t even spare the pathetic man a glance, continuing to clean their gun as if they didn’t have a man tied to a chair, beaten and bloody. Their calm silence only served to unnerve their captive more, succeeding as he screamed out in hopes someone- *anyone* would hear him.

His captor calmly looked up towards him, glaring from behind their mask. They were an odd vigilante, they looked the part with the dark clothes and mysterious persona. The tech they wore was unfamiliar, a dangerous red glow to the enhancements. It wasn’t clear what kind of quirk they supported, with matching arm and leg guards, and a bullet proof vest it was anyone’s guess. In this situation, quirks didn’t matter much unfortunately.

“Oh shut up,” the vigilante grumbled, finally meeting the end of their patience, voice staticky from the voice modulator in their mask, “I don’t want your dirty money, but someone asked me to clean up their mess… and I suppose I’m nothing more than a janitor now huh?”

“What-What do you mean?” He whimpered, shaking as he chuckled softly, attempting to mask his fear “Come on, please, talk to me! I got plenty of shit, I got weapons- real good ones too! You like weapons right?”

The click of their gun signaled their intention and the fact his time was coming near, the vigilante clearly ignoring his offers, “You’ve got that lovely mansion out in the woods, surrounded by guards and pretty expensive dogs. Not to mention… that necklace on your wife’s neck, was that not recently stolen from Yamanashi?”

“Do-Do you want the necklace? My house- take it! Take everything in it!” Because if anyone was going after him must be out for money, right?

“I don’t want any of that shit,” the vigilante tilted their head, a hidden smirk spreading across their face, “I’ve been asked to kill you.”

“Kill me…? But why?!” Matsumoto tugged on his restraints uselessly, “What could you possibly gain from killing me?!”

“Oh, ok maybe not kill per say, but I’m taking a few creative liberties,” they shrugged, “I don’t gain anything, other than a night of lost sleep.”

“Who the hell are you!?”

“No one you’ll need to know, not like it’ll serve you much in the after life. You’re lucky I have an early morning and want to get this over with.” they answered, ignoring the last question.

Their arm raised, aiming.

“Wait- please!” He tried, fruitlessly, a single gunshot silencing his annoying wailing.

His body was left tied to the chair as his murderer walked away, leaving the crime scene to be found by some idiotic teens being places they shouldn’t.

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Shinobi glanced at her watch, annoyed at the jackass in front of her, “Oh just order a normal fucking coffee…” she groaned, knowing she was about to be late to work.

“Mmmm,” the woman didn’t hear her grumbles, tapping a finger on her lips in thought, “How does the brown sugar frappe taste?”

“Ah, really good ma’am, would you like to order it?”

“Oh, can I get a sample?”

“I don’t know ma’am, the line is getting a little long,” the poor girl was just trying to get the line moving, chuckling nervously, but the older woman didn’t seem keen on making a decision any time soon…

“Don’t rush me!” The older woman glared.

“I’m sorry, ma’am, but I need to keep the line moving…” Junko hummed, glancing away and silently begging someone to handle this instead, “I’m sure you’ll have plenty of time to look at the menu while I help the other customers.”

“And you don’t think I’m a paying customer too? I want to try something new! Every single time I come in here, you stupid teenagers ruin my drink-”

“Lady if you don’t order your damn drink and move on.” Shinobi interrupted, she needed some coffee, staying up all night doing paperwork was not the way she wanted to start the new school year and it left her with very little patience, “It’s not like you have anywhere to be,”

“Excuse me? Who do you think you are?” The pissy bitch huffed and puffed, gasping when Shinobi just stepped around her.

“Hey, Junko, just the usual please,”

Junko sighed softly, relieved to not have to deal with the ornery customer as the woman quickly went to find whoever was in charge, “You’re later than usual,”

“Had a late night and slept through my alarm,” the woman frowned, both of them ignoring the previous lady screaming at the manager about them.

“Damn, well I’d love to catch up but we’re packed,” Junko smiled, knowing Shinobi wouldn’t cause her any trouble.

“No worries,” she waved, stepping away after getting her coffee, “Gotta run, have a good day,”

“You too!” Junko smiled, getting back to work.

Shinobi wasn’t all too worried about her job, being a counselor for Japan’s top hero academy was honestly an easy gig. At least until Aizawa decides to expel an entire class and she had parents basically up her ass demanding their kids be let back into school. That was the worst year, so much paperwork and then Aizawa just casually re-enrolled the students without telling her a thing- “The stupid bastard…” she grumbled, finally getting to the faculty office and sitting down. She didn’t even have a moment to sip on her coffee before the first of many conversations started.

“Miss Obanai!” The little mouse… bear, dog…? Animal thing she called a boss suddenly appeared, making her flinch, “Welcome back to school for the new year, you missed the exam spectate,”

She could already tell he wasn’t all too happy about her absence, but Shinobi was fully aware he wasn’t truly mad about it. She’d be caught up before school officially started anyways.

“Yeah, I emailed you about previous engagements,” she hummed, setting her desk back up after her time off, “I’m sure it’ll be fine,”

“Of course, but we have a very impressive line up of students this year,” Principal Nedzu smiled, sitting on her desk, “Along with new faculty!”

“Yeah, All Might… what a headache,” she sighed, already feeling one coming just by the thought of the loud hero. She could only handle one loud blonde…

“Now, Miss Obanai, no time to waste! You have plenty of work to catch up on!” He cheered the tired woman on as she groaned.

She actually did enjoy her job, more than she’d like to admit at least. She loved seeing kids achieve their dreams of becoming a hero, helping them through the process, seeing as she couldn’t do it. Being without a quirk was a pain in the ass, and a disappointing thing to hear as a child of two pro heroes.

Any dream of becoming a hero was squashed, and she accepted it, she had to. Working hard throughout school, eventually landing a job at UA as a school counselor. Where she proudly advocated for students and their well-being, not just their physical health but also mental. No hero could help people if they couldn’t help themselves.

Shinobi situated herself, opening her laptop to start looking at the new roster of teens looking to be heroes or support, at least until someone’s phone was shoved in her face, “Look! Ghost attacked again!”

“Who was it this time?” Shinobi huffed, uninterested as the scantily dressed heroine sat on her desk.

Kayama Nemuri, the first person Shinobi could say for certain was her friend, quirk or not Kayama was attached to her hip and vice versa.

“Some low ranking boss in the Yakuza,” Kayama smirked, “All the way in Tokyo too, wow he sure does move, still odd no one’s gotten even close to finding him,”

“He’s a vigilante,” Shinobi shrugged, leaning back and reading the article on the woman’s phone, “He probably knows how to clean up after himself, but he hasn’t killed any civilians. Didn’t he dismantle that old villain organization? What was it called again?”

“The Ceramics? Please anyone could have gotten rid of those idiots, even a baby~” Kayama snickered, “But he does seem to have some sort of twisted sense of Justice, a shame he didn’t go the hero route- bet he’s hot~”

“You just say that ‘cause you’re curious,” Shinobi laughed.

“What can I say? I like a man in a mask,” she joked, glancing at her computer, “You’re already starting work? School doesn’t start for another week!”

“Yeah but I procrastinated. Nedzu wants me to make some speech during orientation,”

“Oooh, public speaking, your one weakness,”

“Shut up,” she snorted, “I can speak in public, but I’m not a motivational speaker, I’m sure that’s why they hired All Might… seems odd though… you’d think he’s too busy with all his hero work to worry about the future generation of heroes,”

“You missed the exam spectate,” Kayama shrugged, “There was a meeting too, introducing him ya know? He’s getting up there in age, I’m sure he’s just trying to make sure there’s someone that can replace him for his retirement.”

“That’s… kinda sad,” Shinobi was no fan of All Might but she would be lying if she said she didn’t admire him for all he’s done for Japan and the world.

He’s the main reason most kids want to become a hero, the reason schools like UA exist. To make honorable heroes to protect and serve the people, even if she doubted anyone could ever make it to All Might’s level.

His quirk alone was a mystery, having avoided answering questions about it was made to look easy. She couldn’t help but sit there thinking about all the theorized quirks that man could have, holding her chin in thought-

“Ah! You’re doing it again!” Kayama teased, poking Shinobi’s cheek.

“Oh, scram Nemuri! Don’t you have work to do?”

“Yeah, yeah, I finished it a few days ago, I’m all ready for my class,” she smiled, waving her hand to dismiss Shinobi’s scoldings, “But you always do that cute little face when you start thinking too hard about something~”

“I’m not cute.” She blushed, turning back to her computer to look busy.

“Sure you’re not~” Kayama winked before sauntering off to annoy the other teachers after not seeing them for so long.

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Shinobi sighed softly, sitting in her chair as Principal Nedzu welcomed the students to their new year. All except Class 1-A were there.

‘If that bastard expels his whole class again,’ Shinobi cursed in her mind as she zoned out, crossing her arms as her eyes floated over the heads of all the students.

So many of them are now in their third years, the last year she’d see them, she never admitted it but she always missed the old students. Shinobi worried about them, about how far they’d make it, not all heroes survive for long. So many fail to make it past the sidekick work, finding it easier to quit or they die trying to make it in the higher ranks. She wondered what it felt like to rise above the rest and become a hero everyone adored, was it truly as amazing as they make it look?

She flinched a bit, Yamada nudging her, “You’re up!” He offered a thumbs up, pushing the woman gently out of her seat to give her speech.

She mentally cursed herself for not paying attention, she was meant to go after All Might and she completely zoned him out, “Hello students, both new and returning…” she muttered into the microphone awkwardly.

“My name is Obanai Shinobi, one of the counselors for the time you’ll be here at UA, any questions and concerns you have I will be able to answer… um, oh and for the third years, please come visit me whenever you wish to know anything about the Agency Placing Program…” the woman glanced over to the other teachers, “Good luck, don’t die.”

“What a speech,” Kayama snickered when Shinobi sat back down.

“Don’t tease… I don’t know what to say to kids,”

“Now they think they’re gonna die,” Yamada chuckled, getting up to finish the orientation announcements before lunch.

Shinobi got tired of the loud blonde pretty quickly, sneaking out of the auditorium to look for the missing class. She had a feeling Aizawa was wringing them dry already, he never gave his students a peaceful moment.

She was not expecting All Might however, to be peering around the corner of the building watching. Silent as she stood next to him to see what he was so curious about that he had also snuck out of orientation, she paused at the sight of a green haired kid throwing a ball- ‘Even I could throw it farther than that…’ Shinobi deadpanned, shocked at the lame attempt.

It was quickly proven that Aizawa had used his erasure quirk on the kid, however. The tired teacher’s quirk had always amazed Shinobi, a part of her jealous that she couldn't have a useless ability at the very least. Getting lost in her thoughts again as Aizawa scolded the poor new student, she mindlessly leaned on All Might, her hand on his arm as she continued to watch as the young boy went to throw the ball again.

She didn’t notice how the hero she leaned on got tense, unaware she had been there until she touched him. All Might was shocked to say the least, surprised she had managed to sneak up on him even if that wasn’t her intent. She must have been checking out the new students as well, or well All Might wasn't checking on the new students more so checking on one specific student. Midoriya Izuku, otherwise ‘affectionately’ dubbed Deku by Bakugou Katsuki.

Midoriya wasn’t seemingly exceptional in any way, yet when he threw that ball a second time, Shinobi’s eyes widened. The ball flew from the force of the throw, but it was clear he was injured from it. Whatever quirk Midoriya had was not one he could seem to rely on, any time he used it it left him hurt and damaged.

Surely he had plenty of time before school started to figure out his quirk and handle it, yet he still stood, “Mr. Aizawa… you see? I’m still standing!”

Shinobi sighed softly before pushing herself off All Might, leaving the man glancing at her, “Don’t you have places to be?” She finally acknowledged him.

“Ah well, I’m simply checking on my class is all!”

“Checking on the class?” She rose a brow, “This isn’t your only class,”

“Yes, but the only class that missed orientation!”

“Every class that happened to have Aizawa as a homeroom teacher misses orientation, it's an every year occurrence,” Shinobi informed, “I’m sure they’re fine, none of them are crying yet at least.”

“I suppose so…” he stood there, tense, not sure what to say to the woman.

“You were watching Midoriya,” she pointed out, just staring up at him blankly, “Why?”

“Ah! You’re very perceptive! But I was merely watching Young Midoriya because he was put on the spot!”

“Oh…” she didn’t believe him completely, but it wasn’t anything she had the energy to argue about, “Obanai Shinobi,”

“Huh?”

“My name is Obanai, you weren’t there for my introduction and I missed the meeting earlier this month.”

“Right! It’s a pleasure to meet you Miss Oban-”

“Are you always smiling like that?”

“Of course! I smile to-”

“It’s creepy.”

All Might froze for a split second, he’d never heard that before. He began doubting himself for a second, wondering if it really was creepy and how many people he must have frightened by it, “Is it?”

Shinobi nodded, “It’s not a natural smile, it just seems forced.” she pointed out before she waved, “I have to get back to work, it would be wise not to favor Midoriya. You don’t want the other students to think you give him special treatment.”

“I’m not playing favorites-”

“I’m just warning you, your job is to train the whole class, not just one of them…” Shinobi looked back out at the group of students looking at their scores and ranks.

She could already tell this year was going to be a long one…

[being-worthy]

A bed, a puppy, and a ring

This is something that I wrote for myself to help lift my mood during this day. It took me longer than expected since I'm not used to writing these stories anymore and much less to write for Slash.

The end is probably too abrupt and sucks, but another thing that I struggle with is putting things into words, especially, dreams.

Enjoy or not.

As the first rays of the morning sun peeked between the curtains on the big bay window, I was jarred out of a peaceful slumber by the insistent rays of the sun, but I had to get up early if I wanted to surprise my girl on her birthday.

Tilting my head down I see her with her head laying on my chest. I’m not a morning person by any means and I would love nothing more than to spend the day in bed with her, but I needed to check on the surprise I had for her in my studio downstairs and make sure the room was still in one piece. Carefully, I remove her head slowly from my chest placing it on the pillow next to me and turning to the side of the bed to find my pants. I spot them laying on the floor next to the bed and before I can even reach for them, a pair of arms and legs wrap around me like a koala bear and I hear a faint breath saying, “don’t go”. I can’t help the chuckle escaping me at her words.

I caress her arms around my neck my voice still laced with sleep, “I need to check on something. Besides, I wanted to bring you breakfast in bed, birthday girl”. “Nooo~ it’s too early and it’s my birthday and I want you to stay here in bed with me and just lay and enjoy each other and have some mind-blowing orgasms”, letting out a full belly laugh at the last bit. My breathing started speeding up when I felt her placing butterfly kisses on my shoulder moving to my neck and licking my earlobe before taking it between her teeth making me release a groan pressing her bare body to my back wasn’t helping either, and I could feel my restraint slowly slipping away and wanting nothing more than to ravish her again and again; she surely knows how to play dirty. This made me remember how far we got as a couple, especially her as a person making me feel so proud of her and love her even more. The first time I met her she was reserved and had a difficult time expressing herself and trusting others, but it turned out she just had been starved for love and touch for a long time because nobody showed her how she should be loved properly and what it felt like to be loved truly and unconditionally.

I turn my body to face her and engulf her in my arms and kiss her on the lips “I’ll be quick, love, promise” placing another kiss on her sensual lips which had turned into a cute pout. I got up and put on my sweatpants not without hearing a whine which made me turn around give her a grin and made my way out of the bedroom and went downstairs. I quickly went to my studio to check on our new addition to our little family. I had checked on him every couple of hours since I brought him home yesterday evening which wasn’t easy as my girl always knew when I was up to something and it was difficult to keep surprises from her.

Approaching the doggy playpen I prepared for him the night before, I could see he was fully awake, giving small barks away and wiggling his butt and tail non-stop, clearly ready to have fun and get all the cuddles. “Hey, little buddy. How are you this special morning? Ready to meet your mommy?” I ask him while scratching behind his ear and receiving a cheering yip from him. Taking the puppy into my hands we go outside and let him do his business. Once he was done, he comes running back and goes straight to me where I had put some food and changed his water. The food was devoured in no time. I took him into my arms when he was done and started talking to him again, “listen, before we go upstairs to meet your mommy, I need you to be on your best behaviour and be extra good with her, ok?”, the puppy just wriggled from excitement playing with my fingers. “She’s had a tough life and needs lots of love and reassurance. In return, she’ll give you the world, she’ll go to the end of the universe for you, and give you so much care and love that you’ll wonder how you managed to land such a great, wonderful, and breathtaking woman. Okay?” I got a lick across my cheek in return, “I’ll take that you agree with me and will show her your best side. Let me put one last detail on you and we’re ready to go upstairs to meet her”. This was easier said than done since he wouldn’t stop moving but nonetheless, I managed to add a red ribbon with a small box attached to the side of his collar and we made our way upstairs. When we entered the bedroom, I saw she still hadn’t moved from the bed and was still sleeping while clutching my pillow tightly to her chest and face.

The puppy in my arms grew excited the moment he saw another person to play with and wouldn’t stop squirming and barking in my arms, “seems you already fell in love with her, can’t blame you, buddy”. I gently place him on the bed and let him approach her on his own and watch the scene unfold in front of me. The little guy didn’t waste any time and got to her in an instant eager wanting to play with her. Tiny barks came from him and he pawed at her arm to get her attention. She started to squirm around pressing her face further into my pillow, “uhhh… 5 more minutes”, hearing her whine. He tries harder after not getting the desired reaction from her. “Why are you being so persistent this early, Slash?” Another bark directed at her comes out of the dog, this one a bit louder and more insisting and I can see her eyes are slowly opening and getting rid of the last remnants of sleep and take in her surroundings. Once her eyes are fully open and focused in front of her, she makes a move back and sees it’s not me who has been trying to wake her up and get her attention. “What?” was the only word coming out of her mouth and seating up while clutching the sheets to her stark nude body to get a better view of the scene in front of her. “Slash, is there a puppy in our bed?”, she asks me. I can’t help the big smile and reply “surprise, happy birthday, baby girl”.

Reader POV:

“Surprise, happy birthday, baby girl”, I hear Slash say. A puppy. He got me a puppy. My boyfriend got me a puppy! Tears make their way to my eyes and I can’t contain them when I grab the puppy and hug him to my chest while placing kisses all over the puppy’s snout. “I hope those are happy tears, love”, I hear him ask. “Happy? I’m all over the moon! I’m holding a puppy and not just any puppy, but the cutest and fluffiest puppy in the whole wide world! You’ve always given me the most extraordinary presents, querido, even if I don’t need them but only you”. I crawl on my knees to his lap as best as I can with the puppy in my arms feeling Slash’s big and warm hands find their place on my hips making sure I don’t fall and bringing me closer to him without crushing our new family member. I place a kiss on his forehead followed by two more one on each of his cheeks, another kiss on the tip of his nose, and another longer one on his full lips. We must’ve been kissing longer than expected since the puppy started barking at us and mouthing at my arm not liking the fact that he currently wasn’t being the centre of attention. “Awww~ no need to be jealous, little one. I’ve got kisses for you too” and started to give him some kisses too. “Maybe I didn’t think this quite through. I don’t want to be cockblocked by a dog in my own bed in my own house”. “Too late. Geralt is already a family member and cannot be taken away from me”.

“Geralt? Really?! Not only do you’ve to thirst after the character in the show, but name the dog after him too?” tossing his head back and groaning in mock annoyance. “You know you’re the only man I thirst for, querido”, I seductively whisper into his ear earning the reaction I was hoping for when I feel him gradually growing beneath me and placing kisses on his neck and leaving hickeys here and there. Before things could escalate, I feel something drop on my lap breaking away from the kiss, I direct my view towards the object in my lap. I gently take the box and examine it, “what’s this?”. Opening the box, I see a ring inside and two words are written on the inside of the top lid that said ‘marry me?’. My eyes were the size of saucers looking straight at his and my heart was beating so fast I thought it’d jump out of my chest. “Sweetheart, I know this is usually done after a romantic dinner and I’d get down on one knee telling you how special you are to me, but I can’t wait anymore and we don’t have to get married right away, I just want you to know that I want to spend forever and ever with you by my side”, I couldn’t hold my tears back anymore and was already sobbing so hard that he looked at me with a worry expression on his face. “Love, you’re starting to scare me”. “Do you… do you really want to marry me?” A full teeth smile makes it across his face, “every day for the rest of our lives”.

[romanarose]

Z for any of the moon boys please! 🖤

Hi!!!!! Thanks for the ask! I'm glad you guys like this, been having a lot of fun doing them and they bring a lot of traffic to my blog. As you might be able to tell, I was that kid in english class. Back in the hayday of my Les Miserables obsession, I was so deep into the Les Amis boys that despite most of them having a few sentences of description and like, 3 lines, I had detailed character analysis lol.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Steven: Well, now that Steven knows whats going on and that he doesn't have a sleep disorder, he is a biiiiiiig sleeper. Loves his sleep. Sometimes he still gets nervous around bed time and might need a meletonine just to get him to sleep, but once he's out, he's out. If you read Sunshine, Starlight, Sweetheart, Brightside, Steven tends to sleep through Sam's nightmares. Not because he doesn't care, he's just sound asleep. Steven will sleep in any conditions (he's just like me for real) he's not picky. He's also a morning person after a nice rest, no problem getting up. Nice, loving, lazy morning sex is pretty common with Steven. Steven is absolutly thrilled to be able to just.... go to bed. no rituals, no leg restraints. Once he lays down, he's out like a light.

Marc: If you read Fuckers Notices Everything, which might be my most popular drabble, there's a part in there how Marc is hyperaware of everything, even in his sleep. Marc can't ever fully let go, can never fully relax, even in his sleep. If you read SSSB, Marc tends to wake up to Sam's nightmares if he's fronting. I think he has nightmares too, though he never wants to wake you up to calm him down. Sometimes you'll wake up in his arms and you'll know he had one. Marc needs noise to sleep, otherwise he'll hear everything. He's from the city, there was always traffic and loud people, he's used to it. You know that episode of Its Always Sunny in Philidelphea where Mac and Dennis move to the suburbs and they can't sleep bc it's so quiet, thus they hear e v e r y t h i n g? Yes, that's Marc. He could never be a small town guy. If he did live in the suburbs, he'd need to be along a busy street or by downton. Def a night owl, though he'd never keep you up if he knows you have work or school. He likes watching you sleep (in a totally non edward cullen way, I promise. He likes seeing you peaceful and worry free)

Jake: Jake is a bit of a mystery. He always seems so... in control, you never if something is wrong because he's so good at hiding it. (Marc thinks he's hiding it, but really he's just hiding why something is wrong. You can read his face like a book) Jake is awake when you go to sleep and awake when you get up. Sometimes, you wake up in the middle of the night and you see him asleep, so you know he does sleep eventually, but how much? You don't know. Jake is all about control at all times, and I think Jake isn't as light a sleeper as Marc is and that bothers him. Jake loses all control when he sleeps. I think Jake prefers quiet when he sleeps, bc he likes being hyper aware of everything. No noise machines, no TV on. He'd never tell you, but if you are gone for the night, he'll sleep with your shirt in his arms, just for the familiar smell of you. One day you come home early and see him, still asleep and clutching you. You take a moment to see him, all the tension gone from his face. He looks more like Steven like this, but you can still tell its him. Steven sleeps on his back, Marc on his side, Jake on his stomach. You kiss him awake, and pretend not to nice as he tucks the shirt away. Fine then, keep your secrets.

[p0ck3tp03t]

Rampant Thoughts 51

Loneliness or Freedom?

Someone once asked the world if no one was there to say good morning or good night, would that be freedom or loneliness. If the answer would be freedom that would be the loneliest of answers. Imagine how much one suffered to endure loneliness and instead call it freedom. What one must have gone through to reach a point where the dead sound of silence becomes a sweeter caress than that of another. How much do they hide and how strongly do they yearn for what made them like this, refusing to ever again pursue another regardless of how strong the will to do so is. If one has ventured on this path, the decision to do so must have been worth the sacrifice, whatever that may have been. Such is the world I live in and having it returned to me was never something that I wanted unless I was given no choice. Now I relish in the peace that has come to be the company that I will never give up, even more than that of the one before, for this time, the choice is mine. The true taste of loneliness has been dripped upon my lips through sheer brutality of absence, and so I know very well what it means to truly be alone in spite of being in the company of another.

It should be of no surprise that what I wish to do with my life henceforth might be tantamount to self-ruin as I am hellbent on maintaining my position alongside freedom, as in doing so proves to give me the biggest satisfaction I could receive from life at the present moment. In spite of my wishes, something within defies my wishes and fights against the flow of rationality. It could be instinct or some would call it heart, and whatever its location may be, it yearns for that which has been lost and desires to regain that which satisfied its urges to express itself. My actions are guided by trauma, lessons and memories of when and what I felt at certain moments during those dark times and no matter how much I may beckon the return of those times, I know far too well that would be a mistake. This is no contest, no task that should be overcome in spite of failure, no mission one could do endlessly but instead a lesson from which I chose my teachings.

Appreciate the time one has when alone for that time shall be when one can grow the most for afterwards when that time is given to another, there will be nothing left to give oneself and I did not know this and thus I have learned the price of rushing to give the time one has too early. Use time to make oneself stronger so that when you choose to give it away to another, you will not feel bitter for doing so and instead rejoice in giving ones time away willingly for that shall bring the greatest joy in life. My mistakes have brought me where I am now, and I can no longer repent and repair that which has been deemed irredeemable and thus I have made my choice and in doing so I found that giving myself all the time I have left until fate chooses against me shall be called freedom and not loneliness. Being alone with oneself should never be reason for loneliness as that time is the most opportune time for one to discover the potential one has and invest upon it as much as one desires without any restraint whatsoever.

What I have learned is also that life does not have a logical flow for it is not a river of rationality and instead it flows depending on the decisions we take and thus create for ourselves a stream of uncertainty that traverses time in the most unpredictable of ways, raising us through our own decisions, making us into our own creators, even when we have no clue what is being built. Across the passing of this stream freedom shall taken and given at a moment's notice, events that can ruin or build us into something no one would have ever guessed possible.

Ultimately, make use of the freedom one is given to create a path through every day, building upon each day to create a future where freedom would be worth giving away to another and if returned, then beyond loneliness one should see freedom and the chance to enact the lessons learned. I choose to see freedom in my loneliness for my pain was far too great for me to want to bandage my wounds with another love and risk digging them deeper into my soul and thus from fear of repeating time gone, I distance myself from such happenings through choosing freedom and acceptance of loneliness as a reason to make freedom stronger thus allowing one to heal and recover from the pain. Though beware because as sweet as freedom might be, her prolonged presence shall deceive the consumer into believing that they are immortal and in the blink of an eye, freedom shall no longer serve them but instead it shall be consumed by the buried loneliness which had been laying in wait, unsatiated for time forgotten and its hunger shall devour anything in its path until nothing shall remain but it and its creator so heed my words for I too fear its boundless wrath that will one day bring the end of freedom, whether I allow it or not.

By:PocketPoet

[infairvorona]

wanderlust exerpt

scene between Ava and Damien

“I found someone.” Damien said, leaning against the footboard of my bed.  He says it so nonchalantly, like he’s talking about the weather. I found someone. I think it’s supposed to rain today.

I try to keep my straight face as I ask, voice tempting to quaver, “Oh, really? That’s great.” My heart feeds like a pound of lead, ruminating in my chest. I’m sure it will turn to storm clouds later and I’ll be face down on my mattress or the floor, soaking it with my ill-begotten tears.

“Yes,” he continues, and I swear I see blush on his cheeks, “she’s quite lovely. Sort of a little thing.” He gives me a half glance. Was that a smile I just saw? “She has these soft curls and waves, her laugh is like a songbird, and her eyes are like the color of a forgotten sea. I’m lucky to have her.”

“That…that sounds nice. She sounds pretty.” I’m fighting back too many tears right now. Why would I care? Why do I care? Because he’s lovely. My brain chatters. Because he’s kind, he’s loving, he cares. There are so few who truly care.

He smiles, a little one but I can feel so much emotion behind it. When he turns to me, his eyes are filled with something else. Like honey, like sweetness, like love. 

“I haven’t officially asked her yet. Trying to work up the nerve.” He runs a hand through his dark curls. “Would you like to see her?”

I have to swallow hard before I answer; the lump in my throat threatens to render me useless. “Yes.” I say. No, I think. Please, I don’t want to see someone who sounds so lovely.

Damien takes my hand and sweeps me towards my vanity. He pulls out the chair for me and I can feel my heart drumming in my ears. 

I sit, somewhat obediently. 

He turns his attention towards the mirror on my wall. It’s covered in seashells, some kind of hubristic offering to Aphrodite. I am gorgeous, I am loved. My mantras never seemed to truly mean anything.

“So,” he says, placing his cool hands on my shoulders, “she’s got those lovely ocean eyes. They remind me of the coastline back home,” he brushes his fingers on my temples, just next to my eyes, “her laugh is like songbirds so early in the morning, like bright chimes in the wind,” he smiles as his hands brush my pale curls from my forehead, “and her curls are lovely. She once told me her color was natural. The cause of early graying; or I suppose, early white hairs. She had told me so many times how she wished she could change it but I could never work up the courage to tell her how I felt.” He tucks a stray hair behind my ear and smiles. “Eyes like the ocean, a laugh like a song, and hair as bright as moonlight.” 

Oh. is all I can think. “Oh.” is all I can say.

Damiens smile wavers for a moment, suddenly unsure. 

“Is that too much?” he asks, his voice soft and sheepish. “I could take it back.”

“No.” I say, with a little too much force. You don’t know what it means to me. 

He smiles and I can’t help but smile back.

“Why me?” I ask.

“Why not?” he replies.

He wraps his arm around my shoulders, snaking it like Float. He presses a gentle kiss to my head and I think I might’ve exploded had I not had more restraint. He keeps his lips there, amongst my pale curls until he pulls back, finally.

The look in his eyes is unexplainable. Longing, love, want, and need. No one has felt that way, not for me. 

His smile is crooked as he says, “Your hair smells like strawberries.”

I reach behind me and pull him down. I give him a kiss on the cheek, my mind running wild. 

As I pull back, I look at his deep brown eyes, like chocolate, like caramelized honey. 

“You smell like mint.” 

He gives me another smile and leads me to the bed. I fall in step beside him as we lay down. He wraps my sheets around us both and we hold each other. 

Longing, love, want, and need. That is all I feel as he holds me in his strong arms. And that is all I want, for as long as I may have it.

[persephonescottage]

gunpowder games.

Pairing: Mafia!BillyRusso x reader

Words: 1005

Warnings: Dark Romance, Kidnapping, Violence, Mentions of sex and sex related injuries, mentions of consensual non consensual situations? (more to come but this for now...)

A/N: Hello, my name is Val and I wrote this fic back in 2017 after binge watching The Punisher and falling in love with Billy Russo. I’ve decided to get back into writing lately so this is my fist time ever posting my writing. English is not my first language but I hope it’s legible at least!

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You looked up alarmed.

There is a sudden echoing sound of footsteps coming your way. You try your best to get up from the floor but the restrictions that tie you to a big Greek column make it impossible.

Did you even sleep at all? You blink hard forcing your eyes to feel less heavy, more alert, but you’re exhausted. The coldness of the white marble floor you were still kneeling on had made your legs numb as you tried in vain to look for a position to sleep the night before.

You told yourself you needed to rest so you would be able to fight back, but the fear kept you up.

You look around the room for the discovery you had made during the early hours of the day. There was a high window in the room, that you were sure was sealed, but the curtains let a slit of sunlight in.

It wasn’t much, but it helped you keep up with the time of the day and the way the light stopped in the lower half of the window made you realize you were in a basement.

The sunlight was stronger now.

It must have been around ten in the morning.

“Good morning darling, how did you sleep?”

His voice came after the loud sound of the metal sliding door that kept you captive, opening and closing after him. His tone so causal and domestic it made you sick.

You kept you head down, your messy hair covering your face as you tried your best to block your view of him walking your way, and yet you could see it in your head, the expression on his face.

“I asked you a question.”

You were sure he was smiling. One of those winner Russo smiles that had once made you swoon and now made your blood boil.

He pulled his tailored dress pants up a little and bent down to catch your chin on his long fingers, forcing you to look up at him.

“You think you’re in a position to be rude to me? Huh?”

The open palm of his hand slapped you slightly a couple of times. As if to wake you up. As if you were a pet to him.

You swallow hard, still mute and he walks away shaking his head in disapproval. He’s gone to the part of the basement you can’t stretch enough to see and his voice turns dry and warning.

“My patience isn’t at its highest today love, so be a good girl and answer when I speak to you.”

You sigh in resignation, trying to cross your legs under you to give your knees a break from the hardness of the floors, trying to stretch your arms too without disturbing the tender parts of your wrists.

The bruises on your arms and thighs remind you of the events of the night before.

Reminders of the way Billy had touched you.

“Good morning Billy.”

Your voice finally comes out, tired and hoarse from screaming, and you hear him laugh quietly.

“Are you here to finally kill me?”

His laugh is louder this time and it fills the entire room. It makes you want to spit on his face.

“Beautiful and funny, you really are the whole package.”

The smell of his cologne reaches you before he’s back into your sight and the clinking sounds that come with him reveal what he was doing in the shadows.

“I know I’ve got a reputation, but tell me; why would I want to kill my wife?”

His hands were on your hair this time, a touch so tender that used to put you to sleep in seconds, but made you anxious now.

“You’re disgusting.”

“Well that’s not what it looked like last night.”

He talked in a patronizing sing song voice that made you feel like a child.

You close your eyes remembering for a second, his quick desperate hands on your thighs, squeezing just a little too hard. The burn of the restraints on your wrists as he moved your body to his will. The heat that came from inside you, betraying you.

“But you know I’m a gentleman, so as a thank you for the lovely evening we spent together, I made you breakfast.”

He squats down to get near your face again, placing an ornate silver tray on your thighs. You let the sweet smell of fruit fill your nostrils and the steam coming from the coffee mug warm your cheeks.

You surprisingly thank the universe that you‘re tied up, as you were sure you would have jumped on the food if you weren’t.

“I’m not hungry”

You lie squeezing your eyes shut, ignoring the way your stomach rumbles.

He sighs and you swear you can catch a small glimpse of the man you married a couple months ago.

A man that was never to be messed with, a man that killed hundreds and tortured thousands, but that was always delicate to his wife.

“At least have some fruit, this is not the time to be proud.”

He insists, and you can tell he’s trying not to sound worried and he runs his fingers through his hair to hide the way they shake slightly.

“I’d rather starve than to take anything from you.”

The hatred in your tone surprised him.

You hope the room is dark enough to show the way you skin got covered in anxious goosebumps under the ripped black dress you still wore.

Looking up at him you expect somewhat of a reaction. A slap on the face, a pull to your hair but it never comes, and you are met with something else in his eyes.

Doubt?

It was almost a debate with himself and his gaze roamed through your body, finally reaching your furious eyes.

Did he secretly wish he could let you go?

But there was a quick switch and his pupils darkened again forcing you to let your hopes go.

“Starve then.”

Was the last you heard before he stormed out.

[myherowritings]

PART 7. WHAT’S BETTER THAN EATING THE RICH? THE RICH EATING YOU OUT

SUMMARY. Todoroki Shouto was a wealthy, young CEO who inherited his father’s enterprise. You were a barista at a local cafe who wouldn’t mind some extra cash. One day, Shouto came in during an early morning shift and tipped you such a large sum of money, you were certain it had to have been an accident. To your surprise and complete pleasure: It was not.

PAIRING. ceo!todoroki shouto x barista!reader

WORD COUNT. 4.7k

GENRE. ceo/barista au, fluff, eventual smut

WARNINGS. the filthiest thing i’ve ever written, fem!reader for this part and shouto uses “princess” an excessive amount of times, sir kink i’m sorry, cunnilingus, unprotected sex (just bc i totally forgot abt condoms ok my bad), too much foreplay?, shouto’s a soft dom i think?, very much so 18+!!! and the title is exactly what it sounds like

A/N. here we are !! the final part !! my first shouto series i didn’t put on hiatus LMAO,, the moment you’ve all been waiting for HFSJKG ;) this was very fun to write i hope it’s not too bad BHFBDSHS i’m so in love with ceo!shouto and this series was my fav to write in a while!! now without further ado pls enjoy some smut with feelings :3 xx sof

SERIES MASTERLIST

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You almost didn’t make it into the elevator to Shouto’s penthouse before you wanted to pounce on him, but to your complete frustration, he was showing such restraint that the only contact he let you make was holding his hand. 

For someone who was so eager to kiss you earlier, he was showing a lot of patience now, you thought with a huff. 

You tapped your foot against the tile flooring as Shouto took his sweet time unlocking his suite. Even when he entered, instead of taking you straight to the bedroom like you anticipated, he pulled out two glasses and filled them with water. 

Handing you one, he asked, “Did you want something to eat?” 

“No. ‘M not hungry right now,” you mumbled, trying not to appear too pouty. 

Apparently, it didn’t work very well since he stifled an amused chuckle. “How about some water?” 

Your eyes narrowed but you begrudgingly accepted the glass. “Hmph.” 

“Someone seems a little tired right now, hmm?” he placed his glass down and led you towards his bedroom. “Maybe we should go straight to sleep—”

You couldn’t help yourself any longer. “Shouto,” you whined, drawing out the ‘o’ sounds, your lower lip jutting outwards in a frown.

“Yes, Y/N?” His tone was too innocent for the events he had in mind for the night. 

“If you don’t take me to bed and fuck me right now, I’ll…”

“You’ll…?” Shouto teased, but the darkened gaze in his eyes told you his own restraint was wearing thin. 

You turned away with a huff. “I’ll be upset!” 

“Well, we don’t want that.” He laced his fingers through yours, bringing your hands up to his lips to give them a kiss. You were slightly placated, but that was still nowhere near the amount of contact you desired. “But I think you’d find it more comfortable if we continue this with your dress off first. Come.” 

Your stomach clenched at the simple command and you willfully followed behind him into the second door to the right. You hardly had time to admire the design of his room and size of his bed before Shouto moved from his spot next to you to one behind you. He placed one hand on where your waist met your hip and the other on the small of your back, making your spine straighten at the touch. 

“Did you need help taking your dress off?” he asked, knowing full well what the answer would be. 

“Yes, please, sir,” was your airy reply. 

His breath caught in his throat and his grip on you tightened. When he spoke, his voice was hoarser than normal. “Since you asked so nicely.”

So, he liked when you called him sir? You made a mental note of that with a smirk. 

But your cocky expression didn’t last very long when Shouto skillfully unfastened the top few buttons of your dress, softly placing his lips on your now exposed skin and gently planting kisses all the way down your back. He didn’t stop until he reached the curve of your ass, unbuttoning the final button and nipping a kiss right at the base of your spine. You jolted, hugging the fabric of the dress to your chest so you wouldn’t be completely exposed. 

“Finished unbuttoning your dress for you, princess,” he said, placing one final kiss on your spine before gently twirling you around to face him. At your flustered gaze, he smiled. “Now what would you like for me to do to you?” 

You lifted your chin despite your slight embarrassment at having to voice your desires. “I want you to kiss me.”

“Hm. Have I not been kissing you this whole time?” 

“On the lips,” you emphasized, tugging at his tie as you tried to pull him closer to you. You batted your lashes at him. “Could you please kiss me on the lips, sir?” 

A small chuckle escaped him, but he was happy to oblige. “You know, you’d be good in business. You certainly know what to say to get what you want, hmm?”

You answered with a smile as he finally—fucking finally, after a whole week of waiting—pressed his lips against yours. They were soft and warm and tasted like strawberries and ice cream, his favorite flavor of the candies the two of you stole from the gala. 

Delicious. 

Shouto must’ve thought the same thing since, not long after the start of the kiss, he coaxed your mouth open with his tongue, deepening the movements, one hand softly cupping the area where your head met your neck while the other was hot against your exposed lower back. He applied the slightest bit of pressure at the right time—just enough to make you sigh in pleasure. 

Your own hands found a way to tangle themselves in Shouto’s hair, completely abandoning their job clutching your dress to your body. Now, you were so tightly pressed up against him, the only thing that could possibly keep the fabric up was his chest against your own. One sudden movement and it might just…  

He nipped at your lower lip with his teeth and you jumped, gasping at how good the light stinging sensation felt. You felt your dress slip down your body to expose the swell of your breasts, but before it could fall any further, Shouto gingerly picked you up and laid you down on his bed. 

“Oh—” you managed to say as your head landed on a pillow and your back on the plush, silk sheets that covered the mattress.

His left arm rested on the pillow beside your head as he hovered over you. “Have something to say, princess?”

“Y-You may continue,” you sniffed, lifting your chin up. Your heart skipped a beat at the teasing pet name and then another beat when Shouto leaned down to give you a kiss. But instead of landing on your mouth again, he chose to leave an open-mouthed kiss on the sensitive part of your neck, gently biting and sucking at the skin. 

His feathery light touches tickled you, your nerves working on overdrive and every stroke feeling like it was amplified. You couldn’t help but giggle at his soft nibble and he paused to look at you questioningly. 

“Tickles,” you replied, laughing at his confused expression. “But it feels nice.”

Shouto hummed, the vibrations buzzing against your neck. “That’s good to hear.”

Returning to your lips, he kissed you with a smile creeping on his face and you returned it. His forehead rested against yours as you toyed with the fabric on the front of his suit. You unknotted his tie as your lips clashed against each other, the motion no longer soft and gentle but instead more fervent and intense. 

Finally getting his tie to come undone, you flung it off the bed and worked to unbutton his shirt collar, not caring if it got wrinkled in the process. Shouto reciprocated the eagerness by sucking the tip of your tongue with his mouth before pulling away from you completely. 

A whimper left your lips at the sudden loss of warmth and you couldn’t help but pout, grabbing at his shirt again to pull him back.

“Be a good girl and be patient, okay?” he said, running the tip of his index finger against your jawline. 

You huffed. “I’ve been plenty patient. I want you to do something now!” 

In other times, you’d probably be embarrassed about how whiny you sounded, but at this moment all you wanted was for Shouto to finally touch you more. 

He nipped at your collarbone before looking down at you. “Hm. Are you a princess or a brat?”

“I can be both. I’m very multifaceted,” you said haughtily, sticking your tongue out to let him know you were only joking. 

“You are,” he agreed. 

It seemed Shouto decided to finally listen to your pleas since his attention swiftly returned to that of your neck, dragging his lips down until he reached the swell of your breast. Over the fabric of your dress that was barely clinging onto you, he placed wet, open-mouthed kisses over your chest, his teeth accidentally grazing against your nipple. 

You cried out quietly and he felt encouraged by the sound, this time taking your peak into his mouth with purpose. He formed his mouth into the shape of an ‘o’ and softly sucked your nipple, the tip of his tongue making circles around the bud. His saliva wet the fabric of your dress, leaving you to shiver at the cold against your wet breast when he pulled away from you. 

“S-Shouto,” you whimpered, squeezing your legs together to relieve some of the tension. “More.”

“More? What exactly do you mean by that?” 

“I want you to…” You gestured towards your body. 

“To what? Take your dress off and fuck you? Or just continue playing with your breasts?” he asked, listing off suggestions in a low rasp. He kissed below your chest and down your stomach all the way to your navel. “Or maybe you want me to go lower until I reach that pretty pussy of yours.”

You nodded fervidly, not trusting your voice. “A-All of the above?”

He chuckled in amusement but was ready to dutifully continue his work.

“But…” you murmured, running your hands down his half-unbuttoned shirt. “I want to see you too.” You looked down at his crotch area then back at his face, biting your lip nervously. “And I want to make sure you’re also having a good time.” 

A guttural noise sounded from the back of his throat as he ran his hands down your body, giving you an appreciative look. “I’m having the best time.” He kissed you chastely. “Are you?”

You looked like a mess sprawled out on his bed, dress half hanging onto your chest and the fabric of the skirt only covering one of your legs. You didn’t know for sure the state of your hair and makeup, but you were sure it was thoroughly roughed up as well. “I think it’s quite obvious I am, sir.” 

Shouto smirked, caressing your cheek with his knuckles. “Good.” 

Instead of answering him, you brought your fingers to the lower-half of his shirt, unfastening the final buttons and untucking it from his suit pants. His shirt hung open, exposing his lean yet muscular torso. You ran your hands up and down his chest and abdomen, absentmindedly brushing against his nipples which caused him to shiver. When you reached his collar, you threw the fabric behind his shoulders and he got the message to take his shirt off. 

“So pretty,” you whispered breathlessly.

“Your turn.” Slowly, Shouto slid down the silky fabric that was just barely covering your breasts all the way to your navel. He tapped your thigh and said, “Up,” and you immediately obliged, lifting your lower body up so he could remove the dress completely. 

Taking his sweet time—much to your frustration—he folded the dress and placed it on a dresser near his bed. When he turned his gaze back to you, you were holding your arms over your chest, feeling bare in nothing but your panties with sheer detailings. 

His stare burned holes into you. You felt like his gaze was leaving a trail of fire against your skin. Shouto’s expression looked sensual but soft as he admired you, giving you enough confidence to lay your arms down by your sides instead of over your chest. He zeroed in on your breasts as he gave them a kiss. 

“Beautiful,” he whispered and your cheeks burst into flames. Your whole body felt hot as you folded one leg over the other so he couldn’t see the arousal gathering at your thin undergarments.

Noticing the movement, he raised a brow at you and uncrossed your legs with his large but slender hand, his grip firm on your thigh to prevent you from covering yourself like that again. Shouto pressed one of your thighs into the bed with his palm, and your other thigh with the gentle weight of his knee, holding your legs open for him. 

The cool air from his room hit your wetness seeping through your underwear and you felt yourself clench around nothing. 

You shifted under his weight, desperate for some release. “Shouto, please.”

It seemed he no longer had the restraint to tease you further since he nodded, moving lower down the bed so his face was hovering above your clothed pussy. “May I?” 

“Fuck— Yes,” you moaned, core heating up in anticipation. 

Shouto landed his lips on your fabric-covered cunt, licking a stripe across your slit. Your growing arousal mixed with his spit through your panties, a lewd noise sounding when he pried the fabric away from your pussy. He slid them off your legs, holding it up to examine the arousal slick on the garments. As if he had no shame, he politely folded it and placed it on top of your dress with a smile. 

“T-That’s not what a gentleman would do,” you managed as he returned to his position in bed in front of your now-bare cunt. 

“And what is it that a gentleman would do, princess?” he whispered dangerously close to your most intimate parts. “This?”

Without warning, he tenderly kissed the bud between your legs. You moaned, legs attempting to kick out in surprise and pleasure, but they remained immobile since Shouto held them down in place. 

“Or perhaps this?” Shouto ran his tongue down your folds and back up to your clit, rubbing small and steady figure eights against the sensitive nub. 

“Yes!” you cried out, canting your hips towards his mouth in pleasure. “Oh, god— Yes to all of it. Please… Don’t stop.” 

“I won’t.” He hummed as he continued his ministrations on your pussy, the vibrations shooting right up your core and causing more wetness to seep out onto his face, but he didn’t let that bother him. In fact, it only seemed to encourage him further. 

Not removing his mouth from your clit for even a second, Shouto hooked one of your legs over his shoulder while leaving the other flat against the silky sheets of his mattress. He dragged his opened mouth down to your dripping pussy lips and entered into your slit with his tongue. The new position sent ever more waves of euphoria through you and Shouto licked and sucked at your folds. 

You lifted your hips higher and he nuzzled his head deeper, his tongue reaching places you had only ever imagined. The lewd noises of Shouto’s mouth smacking against your slick cunt filled the quiet room. As you moaned, your hands threaded themselves into the base of his hair, lightly tugging him even closer than either of you thought possible. 

With his hand that wasn’t holding your thigh down, Shouto found his way to your chest, reaching up to palm at your breast all while still sucking your pussy. He flicked your nipple and gently rubbed it with his thumb and forefinger. Your breathing hitched at the mix of sensations, your core tightening and heating up as Shouto continued to eat you out. “Fuck— Oh— Shouto!” you cried, unable to hold back the volume of your voice. 

As if he knew what was coming, he removed his hand from your breast and briefly paused, though his face was still resting against your thigh and pussy. “Not yet, princess. Do you think you can hold on for me?” 

You whimpered at the thought of postponing your release, but you trusted that he would make up for the wait. “Okay, sir. For you.”

“That’s my good girl.”

Shouto continued his attack on your cunt with his lips, this time bringing his hand down to rub lazy circles around your clit. His tongue was deep in you, his nose teasingly bumping against your sensitive bud as his fingers flicked against it harsher. Rougher. He nuzzled his head from side to side to hit places far within you as you whimpered and moaned. 

The stimulation of both his fingers and his mouth on your pussy was almost too much to handle as your thighs quivered and your cunt clenched uncontrollably. 

“S-Shouto, please I—” Your voice broke off as a moan of pleasure ripped through you. 

“You can come now, princess,” he murmured into your folds, the vibrations only pleasuring you even further. 

And so you did. 

You felt yourself orgasm as Shouto continued to suck at your cunt and brush against your clit, moving slower and more gently as you came down from your high. 

When he finally looked up from your pussy, the lower half of his face glistened with your fluids, sending you into another state of desire. There was something about the way he looked at you that made you want more of him. 

Shouto smiled as he wiped the fluids of your arousal and ecstacy on his chin with his index finger. Instead of taking it into his mouth, however, he held it in front of your lips. “Look at the mess you made for me, princess. See how good you taste.” 

After only a moment’s hesitation, you brought his finger that was coated in your arousal into your mouth, swirling your tongue around and sucking him, giving him an idea of what you would do if that were his cock. You released his finger with a soft ‘pop’ and smiled innocently at him. 

“Are you going to fuck me now or should I suck you off first, sir?” you asked, tone of voice all too pleasant. 

His bulge strained against the snug fit of his pants and you wanted nothing more than to relieve some of his pressure. “You’ll have plenty of opportunities to take my cock into your mouth, but right now I just want to feel you around me. Is that okay?” 

“That’s fine with me!” You nodded eagerly, the thought of being filled up with Shouto now taking over your mind completely. 

He chuckled at your excitement, though he was feeling the same thing himself. Swiftly, he removed his belt and took off his suit pants. You helped by tugging his black boxer briefs down and watching gently stroking his erect shaft in awe. 

Was every part of Shouto pretty? He was just a gift that kept on giving. 

Your mouth almost watered in anticipation, biting your lip as he lowered you back against the mattress, your head falling onto the plush pillows. He positioned his member against your slit that was still dripping wet from his spit and your first orgasm. 

Shouto rubbed his tip against your already sensitive clit and your slightly parted folds, not yet entering deep enough to satisfy you. He moved his cock back and forth against your pussy as you both watched, the fluids of your arousal and his mixing for further lubrication. Your eyes were fixated on the sight, the thick head of his member disappearing into your sopping pussy lips before coming back out, slowly getting you prepared for his full length. 

It was sweet of him to be so patient, but you were on the verge of tears at the frustration you felt. “Please, Shouto! More.” 

“What should you call me again, princess?” he drawled, continuing the leisure movements of rubbing his head against your lips. The fluids smeared all over your pussy and dribbled down onto your thighs and his bedsheets. If you weren’t so aroused, you might’ve been a bit embarrassed. But there was no time for that when all you wanted at this very moment was for Shouto to fuck you silly. 

“Sir—!” you corrected yourself in a whimper. “Please, sir, I want your fat cock to fill me up.” 

He groaned at your words, pulling out of your folds until only the very tip of his dick was touching you and then thrusting forward into your wet depths as you let out a loud cry of pleasure. You felt a stretch inside you as you adjusted to his length, Shouto taking note of how you stiffened and giving you time to get more comfortable. 

He began to nibble at your breast, sucking and biting your perk nipples as your arousal built. He nipped you, causing you to gasp in surprise (a very pleasant surprise) before soothing the bite with his tongue. As you arched your back, he swirled the tip of his tongue around your nipple and you hooked your leg around his hips, pushing into his lower back with your calf to signal for more.

“Ready now?” 

You nodded fervently. 

“Words, princess.”

“Y-Yes, sir,” you managed, voice shaky from your gratification being filled by Shouto. “Use my pussy to make you feel good. Please.”

“You always make me feel good, Y/N,” he said sincerely, removing his mouth from your breast to kiss you on the lips. Your tongues intertwined and you tasted yourself on him. “You’re amazing, you know?” 

You smiled into the kiss. “Show me how amazing you think I am with your cock then.”

“Anything for my princess.”

With that, he pounded into you, holding you at the waist to steady your squirming. You hitched your leg higher and higher around his back, canting your hips to let him thrust into you at deeper angles until he hit the spot. 

“Oh—! Oh, god,” you mewled in satisfaction, his cock making you feel so good you were certain your eyes almost rolled back into your head. “Fuck, right there, Shouto— Yes!” 

At your vocal encouragement, Shouto pushed into you even deeper, his swollen tip rubbing into you at the perfect angle. Your head lolled to the side and your cheek pressed against the soft pillow as you salivated at the intense feeling of his cock thrusting in and out of your weeping pussy. 

“Mn,” he made a noise, softly tapping your cheek. “Keep your eyes on me, princess. Don’t look away.” 

You struggled to blink away how dazed you felt, feeling so good it was almost unbearable. Somehow, you managed to turn your head back to face him, trying to hold eye contact. “‘M sorry. You feel so good,” you sighed contentedly. “Like your cock was made for me.” 

He held your leg higher and you just about screamed from pleasure. “You feel so good too,” he said, one hand stretching your leg up and the other reaching down to toy with your clit. “Never want this to end.” 

With his fingers and thumb rubbing against your clit and his member hitting your g-spot, you were certain your throat was going to grow hoarse by the end of the night from all your screaming. You swore you saw stars.

“Want to,” you panted, thrusting your hips up to match his movements, “do this...with you...every...day.” 

“Please.”

When his lips found your breast again to tug at your nipple, you couldn’t help yourself any longer. 

“S-Shouto, I— I’m going to come,” you told him, voice pleading. You really hoped he let you come. 

He hummed in agreement. “Me too. Come with me, princess.” 

You lifted his head from your breasts to meet your mouth, kissing into him as you both felt the sweet release of pleasure coursing through your bodies, all the way from the top of your head to the curl of your toes. 

His pace slowed as he carried the two of you through your highs. Shouto removed his finger from its position of making circles onto your clit to let you cool down with him. In a state of euphoria, you kissed him, both of you riding your orgasms until you felt nothing but completely happy and thoroughly satiated. 

Still not taking his lips off of yours, he moved from being on top of you to lying beside you. Your eyes fluttered shut even as you kissed, nuzzling into his hot, sticky body and ready to pass out. 

“‘M sleepy,” you mumbled onto his lips. You just wanted to stay like this. Forever if you could. 

Shouto smoothed down your brow, his thumb moving in gentle strokes. “Let’s get you cleaned up first, princess. Then you can sleep.”

The rational part of you knew it would be best to clean up. But your overwhelming desire was simply to never let go of him. “Wait! I still want you.” Lazily, you murmured, “Let’s do it again.”

“You’re about to fall asleep but you want to have another round?”

You nodded. “I...might fall asleep during it, but yes. Want to do it with you again and again.”

Shouto smiled, shaking his head in amusement. But you pouted. It wasn’t a joke, you meant it. You just wanted to stay by his side. 

“We can,” he said and you instantly brightened up, “another day.” You huffed. “When you can stand on your own two feet without falling over.”

Your lower lip jutted out in a frown. 

“Don’t look so down, princess.” He kissed the top of your head. “It can be tomorrow or the next day.”

Slowly, you perked up again. “Or the day after that? And the next day after that?”

With a laugh, he nodded. “Anytime you want me. I’m yours.”

“I’ll always want you, Shouto,” you told him sincerely, gazing into his eyes.

His face was colored a light pink, his hair plastered to his forehead, and his lips were swollen and bright red. He looked beautiful. It was a sight you’d never tire of.

“I’ll always want you too, Y/N. More than anything. I...love you.”

And in that moment, there was nothing else in the world you would rather hear. No one else you’d rather be with. You were happy to have Shouto and that was better than all the money in the world.

“I love you too.”

— ✩ —

A few days have passed since the fateful night you exchanged ‘I love you’s with Shouto and now you were back at work. 

As usual, you were working the morning shift with some cranky customers, trying your best to make the start of their day go as smoothly as possible. And, as per usual, Shouto walked into the cafe a few minutes after rush hour to spend a part of his morning with you.

“Good morning, sir. How can I help you today?” you said teasingly, giving him a brief kiss over the counter, chaste enough that no one else would notice but you two. 

“Morning, princess.” He smiled. “I’ll have a medium flat white, please.” 

“Of course. And could I interest you in some of our fresh pastries?” you laughed. “Oddly enough, we have your favorite today.”

He perked up at your words. “Cheese danishes?” 

“Yup!”

“I’ll have five boxes of a dozen, please.”

Humming to yourself, you entered his order into the register and told him the price. “Your order will be to your left when it’s completed,” you recited, knowing he’s heard this plenty of times before. After he paid and got ready to walk away from the counter, you playfully called out, “So, no tip this time?”

Shouto smirked, glancing back at you with a teasing glint in his eyes. “Maybe I can pick you up tonight and give you a tip then.”

“A...tip?” you asked, stifling a giggle behind your hands. “Was that an innuendo?”

“Innuendo—?” A look of realization crossed his face and his cheeks colored. 

You grinned to yourself. As confident and well put together Shouto could be (which you very much enjoyed and found incredibly attractive), you also got extreme pleasure in seeing him blush and grow flustered. 

“No… I didn’t intend it like that.” He paused, thinking on it. “Well, I guess I did. But I didn’t mean to make a pun of it…”

Your laughter rang out across the whole store, smile spreading bigger and bigger. “You’re cute, Shouto. Thanks for the laugh.” 

He looked sheepish but nodded. “Thanks for letting me hear your laugh. It’s radiant.”

“Smooth talker.” You stuck your tongue out. 

“Just the truth.”

“Hmm,” you sighed happily, a feeling of contentment and euphoria settling within you. “But about your tip…”

Shouto blushed. 

“I’d love to come over tonight,” you told him. “Any excuse to see my lovely boyfriend.”

“You never need an excuse to see me. Because I always want to be with you too.” 

The two of you kissed again, unable to help yourselves. Though it was brief and light, it still sent tingles down your spine. 

Shouto was sweeter than any cheese danish or chocolate croissant you could ever make, better than any tip you could ever receive, and you couldn’t wait to continue your life with him. 

a/n: omg...this is the end ╥﹏╥ thank you to every who read and commented and sent asks and just supported this series in general ! it was very fun to write and i have a toothache from all of shouto’s sweetness and fluff hfjhggg tysm for reading ily !! xx sof 

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Being best friends with mason but you confess that you like him when your drunk, thank youu love your writing ❤️

Drunk words sober thoughts - Mason Mount.

Mason watched you from a distance for the night, entertained by how you clearly drank way over your limit as you tried not to fall over your feet but as you approached the early hours of the morning he knew that plenty off men were out there to ready to take advantage of a pretty girl like you, knowing he would never forgive himself if anything happened to you and while the ‘just friends’ label felt like it was engraved in your minds as people asked why you were so close, he cared for you and maybe more then just a friendly way but he was never going to speak up on his feelings in the fear of losing one of his closest friends.

“I can’t believe you dragged me home I was only getting started” you huffed as mason slowly but surely got you into a taxi, knowing you will thank him in the morning and while you insisted that you definitely weren’t drunk and that it wasn’t your bedtime just yet, you couldn’t help but let your eyes drop with your head resting on your best friends shoulder, leaving mason to admire your beauty for the rest of the journey, while you had your mouth hanging open and your mascara making you resemble some sort of raccoon he thought you were perfect, even when you were drooling on his new and very expensive shirt.

He managed to successfully get you into his guest room without any trouble, watching you stir as he attempted to take off your makeup, seeing the look of horror on his face as you tried to convince him that by taking off your false eyelashes he will not rip them all off. “Look at you, do you always take girls makeup off when you bring them back to your place” you teased as mason admitted that only the special ones get this treatment.

Maybe it was the alcohol helping you to lose your inhabtions but mason felt himself getting a little carried away as you lightly traced patterns up and down his arm, giving him those eyes. “I really want to kiss you right now” you blurt out your confession definitely taking mason by surprise, almost feeling yourself sober up from your own words.

“Not tonight” he wanted to kiss you badly, feeling like all the feelings he had kept bottled up for years was about to burst but he wasn’t going to take advantage of a girl that was clearly too intoxicated to realise the weight of her words. “When I do get to finally kiss you I want you to remember it” he had to use all his willpower to just place a kiss to your cheek and leave the room, if you both shared a room for the night there was only so much restraint one can have but he wanted to be a gentleman and do this right, both of you sat in separate bedrooms that night knowing that conversation of ‘what are we’ would have to happen in the morning, mason hoping that your drunk words were sober thoughts.