#i’m actually at fucking breaking point with writing because i can’t do it anymore

[pierregaslays]

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#m.text #i’m actually at fucking breaking point with writing because i can’t do it anymore #like i know it was nobody’s fault but somehow a couple of comments that probably weren’t said with cruel intentions have fucked up my #ability to write anything for over a year #like i know i’ve written but it’s not good and it makes me fucking cry that i’ll never be able to do the thing i acc love ever again #me to 2020 me;;; she deserves so much better than this!! sorry i ruined it for u </3 #i will delete this i just wanna cry lmao

[happyhauntt]

a touch of colour — eddie diaz.

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─── summary: eddie and chris' home is freakishly empty. you decide to redecorate a little.

─── pairing: eddie diaz x reader.

─── warnings & notes: fluffy fluff. no use of y/n, this was just supposed to be a short drabble but it ran aay from me and eddie might seem a little ooc but i don't even care it's so cute.

─── word count: 2.7k.

     “BUCK, CAN I BORROW YOUR KEY to Eddie’s place, please?”

     Your arrival at the station house isn’t preceded by any warning, and though it isn’t your intention to sneak up on Buck, he doesn’t seem to hear you coming. A panicked shriek tears itself from his throat as he drops what he’s holding, and the spray bottle full of cleaning fluid clatters to the floor at your feet.

     An amused smile curls at your lips as he tries to play it off, ducking his head to hide the embarrassment blossoming in bright red spots across his cheeks.

     “Uh, hey.” The words stumble out of Buck and he coughs, trying to recover what remains of his dignity. “You know, sneaking up on people isn’t good for your health. What if I’d panicked and thrown a punch or something?”

     You quirk an eyebrow at him. “You did panic, Buck. Seems like it’s worse for your health than mine. Key, please?”

     “Eddie’s just up in the loft, I can grab him if you want.”

     It’s your turn to look a little sheepish. “Please don’t. It’s a surprise. Or it will be a surprise, if you let me borrow your key. I’ll return it tomorrow, I promise, and I’m not going to let a bunch of raccoons loose in there or anything━”

     Buck blinks. The hint of a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth, just enough to let you know that he’s teasing. Mostly. “I wasn’t worried, but now I am.”

     “I’m saving the raccoons for your apartment, actually,” you tell him, and now you’re not even really asking anymore, know that Buck will inevitably break because you’re Eddie’s girlfriend, and he actually likes you, and most importantly, his insatiable curiosity will not allow him to deny you. Hand outstretched, you wiggle your fingers expectantly. “Key, please.”

     He huffs at you as if you’ve asked him to scale Mount Everest in nothing but swim trunks, rather than the perfectly reasonable request you’ve actually made, and makes a show of tugging the key to Eddie’s house off the keyring before passing it along to you.

     “I have only one condition,” says Buck, a mischievous gleam in his eye as he presses the key into your palm.

     You watch him warily. You’ve been dating Eddie, and subsequently been acquainted with Buck, long enough to recognise that look. “What?”

     “Whatever you’re doing, make sure you film his reaction. I’ve got a funny feeling he’s gonna freak out.”

     A nervous laugh bubbles in your throat, and you can’t help rolling your lips together as you pocket the key. It doesn’t take a genius to know that Eddie Diaz isn’t overly fond of surprises, but… fuck, you hope this one goes down well.

      “I’ll keep you posted, Buck.” You offer him a two-fingered salute and turn on your heel, hurrying out of the firehouse before Eddie catches you sneaking around.

      What he doesn’t know can’t hurt him, right?

     Here’s the thing.

     The first time Eddie invited you back to his place, you hadn’t really seen it. A euphoric haze had clouded all rational thought in your brain, because this brilliant guy you’d fallen head over heels for was so obviously guarded, and you’d been so happy the day he’d kissed you and invited you back to his place for coffee.

     You’d been dating for three months by that point, and you’d wandered in and out of his house without really seeing anything except for him.

     Meeting Christopher had gone much the same way. On the drive over you’d been rattling with nerves so much that you’d had to pull over on the freeway and shake out the cramp in your hand after white-knuckling the steering wheel. Your heart had thudded so hard in your chest that you worried Eddie would be able to hear it from the other side of the room.

     There had been nothing to worry about, in the end, and almost a year on, you’re certain that neither of these boys can be pried out of the space they’ve created in your heart. Somehow, without really noticing, the pair of them have made a home there, built on a foundation of blood and muscle and all the love in your body.

     You’re not sure your heart would know how to beat without them now.

      And you love them, you love them, you love them both with everything you have…

     … but this damn house is driving you insane.

     There’s nothing wrong with it, in particular. It’s small and functional, perfect for the little family it shelters. Beige walls, basic furniture, sparse decorations that Eddie definitely had nothing to do with, and that’s sort of… it.

     Now, you’re not an interior decorator, and you’d managed to miss it the first few times you visited, but now it’s like the blank walls are mocking you. Now you’ve seen it, you know, and the stark bleakness of this house has become a glaringly obvious problem that you’ve finally decided to tackle.

     Unlocking the door with Buck’s key, you manage to nudge it open with your hip, hands and wrists weighed down with Target shopping bags that you dump on the floor the moment the door is closed. Tucking Buck’s key back into your pocket ━ Eddie gave you a key almost six months ago, but you’ve managed to lose four of them since, so it’s widely agreed that it’s best you borrow Eddie’s or Buck’s or Carla’s whenever you need to ━ you turn to the sparse open space of the kitchen/diner.

     Hands settling on your hips, a slow breath escapes through your teeth as you survey the house. Christopher’s room is the only one with any personality, and you wouldn’t dare intrude on his privacy in that way anyway. Eddie’s room, similarly, feels off-limits.

     But the rest of the house? Fair game.

     When Eddie stumbles through the front door at the end of his shift, he doesn’t notice it right away. Not your bag hanging on a hook by the door, or your shoes tucked neatly against the wall. His head feels like it’s filled with cotton after a twelve-hour shift, and he’s simply grateful that Carla offered to drop Christopher off later, rather than have Eddie come pick him up after his shift.

     He doesn’t notice you lingering in the kitchen with a bottle of beer in your hand until you clear your throat, and then he looks over, and a tired smile spreads over his face.

     “That for me?” he asks, as hold out the beer bottle towards him, drops of condensation soaking your fingers.

     “It’s definitely not for me.” You wrinkle your nose playfully as he accepts the drink, and you lean over the counter to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. You hand over Buck’s key, and with it, all the anxiety you’ve felt since it first landed in your possession that morning. “Give this back to Buck for me? If I lose another one, I’ll never hear the end of it.”

     Eddie chuckles and tucks the key into his pocket. “Buck didn’t mention you came by the firehouse.”

     “I asked him not to.” Your voice wavers, just a little. The way you’re picking at a loose bit of skin near your thumb lets him know you’re nervous, and he reaches out with his free hand, curling rough fingers around your own. Unable to help yourself, a deluge of words start to babble out of you. “I did a thing. And I’m aware that you may not like the thing, and it almost certainly wasn’t my place which I’m realising now, but it seemed like a pretty harmless idea at the time?”

     “Baby━”

     “And if you hate it, I can take it all away! We can pretend I never did it, it’s just that your walls were driving me freaking insane, like which decorator decided that beige was a good base colour because I would like to have a word━”

     “Hey!” A gentle squeeze of your hand grabs your attention, and when you look back at Eddie, the sight of him knocks the breath of you. You never knew eyes could be so big and brown and full of love, and even though there’s a little humour glinting in there at your expense, you still find it a little difficult to breathe.

     Fuck, you love this man.

     “What am I supposed to hate, exactly?” There’s a lilt of laughter in his voice, a gentle quirk to the corner of his mouth.

     You want to kiss him until it blossoms into a full-blown grin. You hope you’re lucky enough to make this man laugh forever.

     The look on his face helps to ease the tension in your shoulders. Slowly, you reach out and take the beer bottle from his grip, setting it on the counter. Instead, you replace it with your own hand, threading your fingers through his, a little chilly where the bottle pressed against his skin.

     “Let me show you.”

     Guiding him by the hand, you lead him through to the living room, and at first, he’s not sure what’s changed. There’s still the couch, and the TV, and the coffee table he knows you’ve always hated because it’s glass, and who has a glass coffee table, Eddie, you're a firefighter and this feels like a recipe for disaster!

     (You’ve seen way too many movies where characters end up crashing through a glass coffee table but you still think it’s a valid point.)

     And then he sees them.

     He spots the first one next to the television; a picture of Chris from a few months ago, the first time all three of you went to the beach together. He’s grinning at the camera and there’s a dab of ice-cream on his nose from where you swiped him just a moment before. Eddie remembers taking this and sending it to you.

     It wasn’t the first moment he realised he loved you, not by a long shot, but he hadn’t said it yet, and that day on the beach had cemented your place in his heart even further.

     The picture is small, sitting in a quirky silver frame that you’ve glued a few seashells to.

     The next two are over on the mantel. A photograph of the 118 in Bobby and Athena’s backyard last summer; Bobby’s frowning in the foreground, having been bullied into wearing a Kiss The Cook apron by Buck and Hen, while the rest of them are howling with laughter behind him. The other is a picture of Christopher and Shannon cuddled together beneath the Christmas tree.

     Tucked between them, bizarrely, is a little wooden figurine of a runner duck wearing galoshes. This one, he knows, came from your personal collection.

     Eddie’s heart stutters in his chest as he turns, finally, to the big thing. The wall behind the couch has always been depressingly bare, a dull expanse of beige paint that he’s always sworn he’d do something with, eventually.

     Hell, the whole house is bare. And depressing. This, he’s ready to admit, even if the reason for it used to sting a little bit.

     Before now, the only personal touches in his home belonged to Christopher. Report cards and drawings stuck to the fridge with kitschy magnets from tourist spots. An ever-changing pile of video games stacked on the floor next to the TV. A dinosaur-print throw that was dragged from Christopher’s bedroom on a lazy Sunday that hasn’t quite managed to migrate back there yet.

     It was never that way on purpose. At first, he thinks, it was a reluctance to put down roots. Life was hectic enough, with his work schedule and Christopher switching schools. Before Carla, Eddie hardly had a moment to breathe, let alone think about decorating their home beyond the bare minimum required to get by.

     And then, he thinks, it might have been guilt.

     He doesn’t dare to dwell on that for too long. He feels your hand in his own, steady as a rock, and stares, glassy-eyed, at the wall you’ve managed to transform into something… something that feels like home.

     A collage of wooden picture frames are scattered over the surface of the wall, in varying hues of warmth that contrast nicely with the beige that peeks through the cracks. A beige that, formerly, kind of made him want to scratch his eyes out. He hadn’t quite realised that until now.

     Dozens of smiling faces peer down at him. A handful of memories he holds most dear, and each of them sends a flush of warmth through his chest.

     There’s the day Chris was born, and he’s staring at this tiny baby in his arms as if he’s holding the sun and stars themselves. There’s Buck and Chris at the zoo, posing near the penguin exhibit. There’s Eddie, on the day he was certified as a full-fledged member of the LAFD, shaking Bobby’s hand. There’s even a picture where he’s fallen asleep on the couch, and his sisters are brandishing Sharpies like the little demons they are, drawing a moustache and beard that took days to properly fade away.

     It’s such a little thing, really. They’re just pictures. But his throat feels tight and his eyes are wet and it doesn’t feel little to him. Not at all.

     “You thought I’d hate this?” He’ll never admit that the words come out a little choked up.

     You shrug. “You’re not a fan of surprises.”

     “I might be now.”

     And you both know it’s not true, that Eddie will never be that guy, but this is fine. This is perfect, and he’s damn sure it might be the nicest thing any girlfriend’s ever done for him.

     He turns to you, a thousand more questions on the tip of his tongue, when he notices you’re holding your phone up with your free hand. A confused furrow appears between his brows.

     “Buck,” you tell him, and it really doesn’t require further explanation, but still you add, “He thought you’d freak out. Asked for evidence.”

     “Ah.” Eddie nods. You put your phone away as he winds his arms around your waist, pulling you close enough to kiss the tip of your nose. “I’m not freaking out.”

     “I noticed.”

     “Thank you,” he says, and kisses you again. This time his mouth slides against yours and lingers there for a few seconds, slow and gentle. “I can’t help but notice you’re not in any of the pictures.”

     Your cheeks turn a rosy pink. “That would have been a little presumptuous of me, Mr. Diaz. And I was already hijacking your home for my own selfish agenda, so…”

     “Wanna hijack it some more?”

     The question slips out without any warning, and you blink up at your boyfriend in bewilderment. “Uh?”

     Eddie smiles, wide and wonderful, and even though it’s not possible to fall more in love with him, you think you do.

     “I talked to Chris about it a while ago,” he tells you, his thumb rubbing slow circles against your hip. “I was just waiting for the right time to ask you. And then you went all House Flipper anyway━”

     “I did not go all House Flipper!”

     “━ so it feels like the right time to ask.”

     You watch him for a moment, all soft at the edges. “You want me to move in with you?”

     “I think you’ve got a tartan throw that would look great in here,” he says teasingly, “and that little duck is part of a collection. He might get lonely.”

     “He might,” you concede with a hum.

     There is enough space on that mantel for the whole family.

     You feel like there’s a tiny sun in your chest, like you might honest-to-God be glowing from the inside out right now, and when you pull Eddie down so you can kiss him again, you know without a doubt that the answer is yes.

     There are a hundred things to figure out. You have a lease to get out of, and an apartment filled with enough clutter to furnish ten houses, and you’ve really got to figure out a solution for the key situation, because it’s getting ridiculous.

     But in this moment, none of that matters. It’s you, and Eddie, and Chris, and a bare apartment suddenly filled with a lifetime of potential, and you just know everything is going to be fine.

     And you hope, for a moment, that he’ll let you replace the couch next.

#eddie diaz x reader #eddie diaz fanfiction #eddie diaz imagine #9-1-1 fanfiction #9-1-1 imagine #9-1-1 fic #* chapter update.

[makethemhoesmad]

not while i’m with you

hugeee shoutout to that anon

i can’t not write angst

good luck gang

nsfw

of course, after any big win, especially at home, the team has to go out and celebrate. and of course, when you’re one of the best known teams in the country, people are bound to talk to you. but when some redhead girl came up and asked if she could buy azzi fudd a drink, paige bueckers didn’t like it one bit.

“no, she gets drinks on my tab, she doesn’t need you to buy her one. thanks though! we’ll be going now,” paige says to the girl, placing her hand on the small of azzis back and leading her away, downing her third shot as she goes. “what was that for? maybe i wanted to talk to her,” azzi says. she’s not actually frustrated, she’s more into blondes. “maybe ill go back and talk to her!” paige rolls her eyes. “maybe you will.” azzi turns around and marches back to her.

paige didn’t think she would actually do it, gosh. she orders a drink, stronger than normal. she’ll need it for this train wreck

azzi did not want to talk to this girl anymore. her name was stupid. who names their kid clementine anyway? all she wanted to do was go home and watch a movie or something with paige. she’s thinking about making her escape when she feels two arms wrap around her from behind.

“azzi! let’s goooo, i want to do something!” she’s resting her chin on azzis shoulder, trying to press her lips into her neck. “paige let’s not do this right now, you won’t want this tomorrow” azzi whispers, trying to get the point across without drawing any more attention to them. “you didn’t care when that girl was chatting you up! plus, i always want you.” with her words, paige slides her hand up azzis shirt and starts kneading the spot on her back she had said was sore earlier. “come on, let’s just get out of here” that breaks azzis reserve. she stands up and maneuvers them to the door, waving goodbye to the rest of the team. in the car, she drives, which is a rare occurrence, but paige is much too drunk. she’s busy trying and failing to subtly unzip azzis jeans without her noticing, but can’t seem to figure it out. 

when they finally make it to paige’s apartment, paige drags them straight up to her bedroom and backs azzi into the wall. she crushes her there with her lips and her hands, all while taking off both of their clothes. once they’re both naked, she pushes azzi into the bed and puts her fingers into azzis mouth. “suck. make them nice and wet to go inside of you darling.” azzi whines around them, taking them so deep she gags over and over. when paige decides she’s done waiting, she removes her dripping fingers and slides them into azzis soaked pussy.

“do you think that she could have fucked you like this baby? would you rather be screaming her name tonight instead of mine,” paige asked azzi while pumping her fingers in and out of her. “nn-no love, only you can make me feel like thi-nnnnnmm,” azzi shrieked as she came, going limp against the bed. “good girl, coming on my fingers, right where you’re supposed to” azzi just grunted, then rolled off the bed and onto her knees, pulled paige towards her and into a sitting position, edging her legs apart. “let me return the favor angel.” azzi admired paige for a moment, then leaned in and closed her lips around her clit. “mmmm baby you taste so good for me” paige moaned at azzis words, fisting the blankets. azzi continues to suck her clit, even after paige comes, even after she’s begging for a rest. when she finally breaks off, paige has tears in her eyes and drool running down her lips. “you look pretty baby,” azzi says, grabbing paige’s face in hers and kissing her, long and slow, as she pushes paige back onto the bed and tucks them under the covers together, skin to skin.

“i love you azzi,” paige whispers into azzis mouth

“i’m sure you do,” azzi says, looking sadly up at the ceiling, because she knows in the morning, paige won’t want to remember.

#ask #paige bueckers #azzi fudd #uconn huskies #paige bueckers x azzi fudd #pazzi

[romanoffsbish]

A Prompt List

Feel free to pick and choose from the list for your own stories, as well as send in requests (view my masterlist for who I write for) with whatever prompts if you please, 🥰

Angst/Fluff/Smut prompts listed. (18+)

Bonus points if you take the assigned genre and flip it 🤔😏

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Angst

“Are you serious?” / “I never wanted this!”

“This was never real, was it?” / “I was just a warm body for those cold winter nights…”

“You are vile…” / “I can’t believe I ever believed someone like you could love me.”

“Nothing good ever lasts.” / “Goodbye.”

“I love you.” / “It’s not enough this time.”

“Please, don’t leave me, we can fix this.” /“You left me first, I’m just finishing the job.”

“I love you Y/N.” / “Why do people only say that to me when they’ve wronged me? Am I not deserving of the guiltless love? Like the ones I see in fairytales, where they get swept away smiling, and not where I curl up to weep in my bed for another damn night.”

“I’m sorry.” / “For what exactly? Breaking my trust, and in turn my fragile heart? Or do you only mean that you got caught?”

“I can’t even look at you anymore.” / “Please…” / “This is the end for us.”

“I can’t live without you, I won’t survive.” / “Then I guess I’ll be back for your funeral.”

Fluff

“There’s nobody else I’d ever love like this.”

“Everything I do is for you—my beloved.”

*while stargazing* “If I could, I’d rearrange the stars for you, have them map out your face, because a beauty like yours should transcend the bounds of Earth my darling.”

“I can’t believe that the world had infinite chances to find me a soulmate, and I lucked out and hit the absolute jackpot with you.”

“Did you know that a kiss is worth a thousand words?” / “You should kiss me.”

“You’re the most gorgeous person here.” / “I’d never lie to you darling, god, I wish you could see you the way I do” / “Perfect.”

“Call them —, the worst they could do is say no to you, and trust me, they won’t…” / “They said yes!!!”

“I’ve loved you since the first time I ever laid my eyes on you.” / “Well damn, why’s it taken you so long to make a move then?”

“I can’t believe my cat/dog loves you more than it’s ever loved me.” / “Actually, on second thought it makes sense, you’re far too lovable to even question it; *pets name* you have good taste.”

“I will never tire of watching you sleeping next to me, you’re just so peaceful, and I get to celebrate that you’re all mine.”

Smut

“Careful what you wish for baby, because I’m nothing if not generous…”

“Where should I sit?” / “The couch works just fine, but if you prefer comfort, my face works far better my darling.”

“I’m not letting you go until you’ve either drenched the sheets, or passed out.”

“Fuck me like you mean it —, let everybody know I’m yours before I no longer am.”

“Aww, did my precious little dove think I’d just let that little stunt go?” / “I was hoping so.” / “You’re sadly mistaken toots, now prepare yourself for a long night full of passion, and if you’re lucky—pain.”

“Mommy isn’t very pleased with the outfit you chose to wear tonight, you made those fools think they stood a chance.” / “Maybe they did.” / *incredulous laughter* “Is that right baby? I go on one week long business trip and you just forget who you belong to? Don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll remind you.”

“Stay still, or I’ll have you warming daddy’s cock all night long.” / “That’s a good girl.”

“I-I can’t take anymore, please.” / “You can take it, and you’ll do it graciously, one more complaint and I’ll edge you all month.”

“Kiss me, please.” / “Is that all you want baby, is for me to kiss you?” / “N-no, I also want you to fuck me senseless, but a kiss sounded far more romantic.”

“If you don’t fuck me, I’ll be doing it myself!” / “I’m coming!” / “No, I am!”

#angst prompt #angst prompts #angsty prompts #writing prompt #writing prompts #fluff prompt #fluff prompts #fluffy prompts #smut prompts #smutty prompts

[evansbby]

BESTIE BESTIES OMGGGG I JUST THOUGHT OF SOMETHING SO DEPRAVED OMGSJSJKSK. Older!Coach!Ari is a famous sports coach/trainer and is training reader on her upcoming badminton match. Basically reader is a typical rich brat and is constantly butting and being bratty with Ari, but deep down all she wants is to be praised and coddled. Ari at first hates her bcs rich girlies are annoying but then once he recognizes that her brattiness is all just an act and that she's actually just a soft hopeless unloved bean irl, he starts coddling her and praising her for playing good badminton. Like calling her a good girl, rubbing her hair, making her eat etc. Plus he's got all these cute nicknames for her.

And the best part!!!! Reader wears these pastel short ass tennis skirts (yk the ones!) and just practices her badminton in them. They're so cute and short that her lil ass is always peeking and every time she bends down to grab the shuttle, Ari can see her pretty pink panties. Ari would just come up behind her and slap her ass or hold her arm and try show her how to throw properly (yk the typical move where guys get behind the girl and teach her how to do something??). She's sooo tiny next to him and so soft and shy and bratty. He'd finger her right there on the practice ground and would scold her for trembling or moaning too much or not throwing the shuttle properly. Or he'd slap her baby cunt when she's being bratty or he'd make her go down on him and go down on her in the showers. He'd do everything but fuck her (plus points if she's a virgin owwww) and reader begs for it alllll the time but he'd always reject until!!! The reader finally wins the competition she was supposed to be trained for and Ari finallyyyy fucks her because she did such a good job. Basically it's just filthy and crazy and adorable. just everything is so rough and depraved but also soft???? Kill me.

This is so long and not coherent at all. I am sorry 😭. SHOULD I WRITE A FIC ON THIS????

Oooh bestie this is so hot! I’m no expert with moodboard, but I put something together 🫣

I can totally imagine beefy dilf tennis coach!Ari, he’s super strict with his students and always seems to be in a bad mood. He doesn’t even train girls because he thinks they don’t belong in the courts, but you’ve decided tennis is your new hobby and your rich dad pays the best coach around (Ari) to teach you… 🤔🤔

And Ari doesn’t even take you seriously, always calling you a “spoilt little girl” and “daddy’s little princess who hasn’t worked a day in her life” 😭 But you’re all sunshine and giggles and so soft and sweet and cute in your pastel tennis dresses and designer racquets and special pink tennis balls! And you’d pout at him like, “Please, sir, I just wanna be as good as you 🥺 won’t you help me?” And dilf!Ari tries to resist because you’re like half his age (🫣) and also bc you’re an annoying privileged brat but he can’t help but cop a feel when he’s trying to teach you how to stand and how to swing and all that. Just his fingers brushing against your butt or the way he grips your hips as he positions you on the court 🫠 and he can’t help but get excited and happy when you do well in practice, although he tries to hide it and keep up his grumpy, disinterested persona.

I can totally imagine you skipping over to sit in his lap during breaks, perched on his knee all innocently while Ari’s eyes practically bug out of his head at how cute you look, your pastel pink tennis skirt flaring up with the wind, the front of your dress all wet bc you’re swigging your water while making eye contact with him as half the bottle drips down your front. And Ari’s so hard because you smell like candy and you’re just so cute and sexy and little but he can’t, so he shoves you off all like, “watch it, little girl. I’m your coach, not one of your boy toys that you play around with.” And you just bat your lashes at him like, “I wouldn’t mind if you played around with me, daddy.”

And Ari just can’t take it anymore, and he drags you into the court changing rooms and pulls you over his knee and gives you a good bare bottom spanking 😳😳😳 “You want to act all slutty on my courts, little miss princess? I’ll show you what happens if you even try.” And he just spanks you till your ass is raw and then he makes you practice doubly hard but he can’t help but notice how submissive and cute you look and how you seem so interested in him and how he could really teach you a lesson or two (not to do with tennis). So he fingers you as a reward for practicing so hard, “And guess what, princess? Daddy can make you feel even better if you keep being good for me.” And you work sooo extra hard in your tennis bc you want to impress your daddy (Ari) 😌😌😌 and bc he promised to make you feel good! And you want to have sex with him soo bad bc you’re a virgin and you’re so ready but Ari won’t 😭😭😭 you’re like, “Please daddy, I’ll play even better in the competition if you fuck me🥺🥺🥺” And he slaps your baby cunt and tells you that daddy knows best and he’ll fuck you when he pleases 😭😭 ALSO THIS IS ALL KEPT A SECRET FROM YOUR FATHER OFC.

And I’ll stop there but bestie you inspired me so much!!! And idek where this all came from!!! I love this cute lil tennis concept you came up with!!! I just couldn’t help but keep writing bahahaha 💕💕💕🫣🫣🫣🌸🌸🌸🥰🥰💞💞

#AHHHHH #ari levinson #ari levison x reader #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans #chris evans x reader #Ari drabble #jeonsbbyeal

[shade-e-e-es]

Ok fuck it idk if I’ll ever get the energy to continue this or to finish what I have. Text under cut cause there’s a lot and my handwritings shit and also I need to translate what my writing notes are

P = Panel

P1) Ren sits in silence touching his neck

P2) Impulse: Hi Ren!

Ren screams across both p2 and into p3, until he clears his throat

P4) Ren: Impulse my dude! What’re you doing here?

P5) Impulse: … you mean at spawn, buddy?

P6) Ren: Uuuuum, yes? At spawn?

P7) Impulse: … Ren are you feeling ok?

P8) Ren nods twice, then shakes his head twice

P9) Impulse: Aw buddy, what’s going on?

P10) Oh you know! I just got out of an arc that wasn’t my idea in which I almost died. After I get out of an arc I didn’t choose to be in in which I almost died. After I got out of an arc I barely had a choice to be in in which I almost died.

P11) Ren frowns

P12) So yeah! Thinking about my mortality!

P13) I’m just. Scared, Impulse. And tired. I haven’t actually had a break in… years.

P14) Worst of all. I don’t know if I know how to take a break anymore.

P15) Someone’s going to come with some new monumental task that’ll wind up with me dying or dead and I know I won’t refuse it. Because at this point I know I can’t.

* some wording is changed around this is how I figure out dialogue LOOOOOL anyways. Nobody gets him like I do. Walks into the mist.

#impulsesv #impulse #rendog #renthedog #Ren #hermitcraft #congrats on your free art!! xd

[richeeduvie]

Saw a vid of a mom asking her husband if he would babysit their daughter (as a prank tehe bc this one influencer made a vid ab how she has to bribe her husband to “babysit” their child and it was v upsetting bc she was just laughing it off :(() anyways the dad was like:

“??? what ru trying to say ¿¿¿ of course I’ll spend quality time with our daughter while ur out, don’t call it babysitting I’m not sitting on no baby 🤬”

He was so angry at the implication he wouldn’t want to take care of his baby for one night, it just gave ROMAN!! He would bite Baby’s head off if she tried to mess w him like this, and then he would bite her leg for trying to leave the house without her life companions. Why can’t he come with you to the spa? It doesn’t matter that he doesn’t want any services they provide, he is perfectly content to sit on a chair in complete silence and just stare at your face while u get pampered. That IS his preferred self care routine. And the baby? The misty air and soothing aura has her in a deep slumber, her chunky cheeks smooshed into her papas chest she’s securely wrapped against. She’s a perfect little thing, Roman is,,, a scrappy little thing BUT STILL! Baby mommy claims to love him anyway, so why does she want to go alone???

All of this just for Baby to not even have an actual evening away planned 😭 poor woman. She just upset her impish man, and saddened her angel who heard her papas wails of distress “Mama u want to go away 😞?” Stupid Roman when will he learn he can’t go on his tirades anymore, there’s a toddler who roams these halls! Baby pinches him and walks away pissed w her baby, he’s always ruining her fun. He comes to bed an hour later, she makes him grovel but puts him out of his misery because he did in fact book them a weekend getaway to the Hamptons yay! All 3 Roy’s are coming tho bc he’s still her ball and chain.

This took me so long to type and it’s supposed to be a request 😭 my apologies, feel free to change anything and everything you’d like, I gotta go take a test I’ve had all day to complete and pushed to the last minute.

I love when you people write drabbles. I get to be the reader. I get to consume!! And it's always great. I love this!

Babysitter

Roman Roy x Reader blurb - DogandBone!AU

He is her father. Not her fucking babysitter.

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Roman watches your daughter just toddle around. She's perfect. And this is perfect. He's such a father.

He became a father when you had her, yeah. But here - just looking at her, something soft and swallowed in his eyes, it's all the more prominent.

She plays with blocks. Roman watches intently. It makes you warm and you think he's under the sun like this, he's getting red in the face for it. He can't handle her being cute, which at this point, you think that just means your little girl being a little toddler.

"Top blue. No red. Ba ba blue."

It almost breaks away the giddiness of a prank.

Roman's with your baby all the time. You are with your baby all the time. You're with Roman all the time. Safe to say, you think he'll call you an idiot whore for the idea that he's babysitting. That or it'll be meanie. Mean wife.

You smile.

"Roman, I was planning on going out tonight."

"...It's five. I have to get ready? You didn't want to plan on going out tonight yesterday? Look at her, she's not mentally prepared for being outside. Also, fuck the outside. It was smelling like sewage when we came in, but I think it was that guy who looked like his name was Eddie."

"I was just thinking by myself. I didn't make an appointment but I think they can fit me in for a semi-retreat."

Roman looks to the babbling toddler with her blocks. She's very focused on building it high. Then he turns to you.

"Are you sick of me? Fuck you. What did I even do?"

"Nothing. I just felt impulsive for a spa night."

"I didn't even do anything - like actually...nothing? And now you want to go get your feet rubbed by someone else? Whore. Whore Mommy."

"Ba!"

You roll your eyes. You know Roman has to remember that he gets too whiny and puppy-eyed whenever you mention a foot rub you've had from a spa day. You've taken your feet just for him.

"It'll be quick. Maybe a facial. You can babysit her for a bit?"

"I can literally give you a facial. If you make me, I can-"

Roman's shift with his hands, his attempt to convince, humor, and humiliate.

"...What did you just...what the fuck?"

His eyes get sorta squinty. He's riled. You like Roman riled - you can always get him small and defenseless when he goes too far in a defense. But here, in how you try not to laugh, you'll have to know when to settle.

Maybe now with the vein popping in his forehead.

"Daddy go swear. No swear, Daddy. Blocks like when ears are clean."

Her block tower is almost as tall as her. But she's come up to Roman, shaking her head at his bent knee. She's making sure her Daddy hears her.

You swallow when Roman's not bending his anger to his humor. He just squeezes your daughter's chubby little hand.

You don't think the word babysit has sat well with him at all.

"Did you just tell me to fu...did you kinda just tell me to babysit her?"

Yes, you do. It was funnier in the video. But the husband in the video wasn't Roman.

You should know better, you love him too much that you should know better.

"Why Daddy look crazy?"

Roman pinches his nose bridge and swallow again.

"You just piled a cock-load. A massive cock-load of hurt on me. Wow. Okay." He stands. He's gotten so seriously so quickly. "You're mean and you've been snorting my dead dad's blood clot medication or maybe you've had a brain aneurysm because is she not my kid?"

Your daughter, her sweet head looking up to her Daddy, looks just as confused as you.

"I have not left this place and I really didn't want to because she's my kid. It's not babysitting - I'm not a nanny. We agreed on no nannies? I'm a nanny?"

"Roman-"

"Is this your way of telling me I've been secretly cucked and she's not my baby?"

"...M' not baby?"

You and Roman both turn at the softest voice. It's sweet and genuine and so toddler-like. She is too cute and she is just a toddler. A perfect child who bites her fingers.

Then Roman looks sick - and even though you're the dumb one here, it serves him right for making your sweet girl ask the question in the first place.

"No. Honey, you're my baby. I'm not a babysitter. Do I look like I crush babies?"

Roman's voice tightens in a whine. Possessive and defensive. All of him in the small of his throat.

"Mommy just doesn't like us." Roman looks down, feigns a moment of thinking with his the line of his mouth pushing to one side. "Well, what are we gonna do? We just have to let her go away and do a spa day without us. It's just us now. Forever. Sucks for Daddy mostly cause I've always planned suicide for this route but-"

"Roman."

"Mommy?"

"Oh, sweetheart-"

Her tiny, perfect voice breaks. She's more confused than ever and your heart twists.

"Mommy. No go, I don't-I don't-" She looks to Roman. "...You go away? Why?"

She's very soft and shy in her voice, like she always is. Still too kind for a toddler as she gets teary-eye.

You look to Roman, it's easy to show disappointment along your face.

He looks like he's about to vomit watching his daughter.

You bend down.

"No, sweetheart. Mommy's not going anywhere. Nowhere, okay? I was just joking. Daddy was just joking."

"I don't- I don't know."

"It's okay. Now you do. Mommy's here forever."

She sniffles and unlike her father, she doesn't feign thinking - she thinks really hard. She nods and rubs her cheek against your chest.

"Sorry for crying. But okay." She wraps her arms around you as much as she can. "Daddy, I don't know why you tell that."

Now your little girl is back to a silly voice in questioning.

"Yeah, Daddy. Why did you say all of that? To a little baby girl?"

"...I didn't - Daddy didn't mean..."

Roman's voice fades and breaks.

Well, you've gotten him small this way. You sigh and stand up, taking your daughter with you. You don't think it'll bode well if you try to leave her by skin.

"Jesu-!"

"You love a good nipple pinch."

Roman rubs his nipple with a scrunched face.

"It's my sorry. I'm sorry, Rome - it was a joke. I don't even have any plans. I just wanted to see how much babysitting would fuck with you. And it fucked with you."

And not pinching the other nipple is his punishment.

You hear a little mm on your shoulder. You kiss your daughter's cheek.

"Sorry, baby."

"She's a smart baby, she understands now. No suicide talk, at least.

"...Sorry." Roman just looks to his shirt. You think it's because he can't look to you. "That was like...mean. She's my baby."

"I know. That's why it's a joke. I'm gonna be in the room. Come with your own sorry."

You're almost asleep with your baby in your arms when Roman comes. You don't know he's been swallowing the sickness down while staring into the threads of the couch. Cause he's just the worst fucking Daddy who can't take a joke. That's him. He's a cute, smart sort of guy that everyone should want with the one person he wants being a super hot Mommy-lady. His best friend. But he's also fucking stupid. He should die, maybe?

Roman scratches a digging sort of scratch at the image of his daughter in her almost tears, confused and reaching for her mommy.

He needs a kiss. He needs a kiss right now or he'll die. It feels like it. He can't breathe, stupidly.

Roman comes into the room and monkey cuddles you from behind. He manages to play with her hair. Her asleep, mouth slightly parted like her father when you watch him sleep.

"We'll go to the Hamptons and we can give facials there. Make them creamy. But it's all of us that are going. And you can't leave me. Like. Actually. Not out of my sight. You won't be able to perceive anything but me and our daughter and that means no stupid ideas.

"Roman."

"She's asleep. Also...sorry for being the worst Daddy. I really did mean for my quip to end up putting our baby in tears."

You sigh.

You know he's suffered enough. He's real in his insecurity.

You kiss his forearm and you hear a sharp breath from behind, it moves against your spine.

"You're the best Daddy. It was nothing. She'll make you play floaties with her forever in the pool."

"...Fuck yeah. She will do that. Hopefully, if, you know, I didn't slap trauma on her face at my attempt at humor against a toddler-"

"Roman."

It's not his name that shuts him up, it's just bite to his forearm. It's all the love in your teeth.

"Yeah?"

"We love you."

"I was hoping on that for my will to not throw myself over the timber Brooklyn bridge..."

You feel his cheek press into your back.

"I love you guys too. Tell her I said that if I fall asleep before she wakes up."

You smile against Roman's bitemark. You'll try your best. It's the least you can do after your mess of a joke. Your love in making more small and needy for you after everything never outranks the need for him to know that he is loved.

Roman nuzzles before there's a lick.

"Can do."

#inbox #hc's #drabble #dog and bone!au #roman roy x reader #succession fanfiction

[ackermonie]

hiding away

request by @luna0713hunter : If…its not too much, may i request a gojo x female reader, where reader is dealing with some huge matters in her life and keeps on a strong face but one day when she's alone she breaks down and gojo finds her? something hurt/comfort,soft and sweet?

(The reader is one year younger than "toru and is a grade one sorcerer.)

Im sorry for the trouble,but im facing some major problems rn and i could use some comfort?

a/n: i hope im not too late, and i hope you’re doing better!! i’m actually going through a rough patch myself so writing this was comforting, so i hope it does the same for you!! i hope i did your request justice<3

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you’re strong. everyone knows so, you’ve proved so many, many times before, so it wasn’t unusual for the people around you to watch you maintain your position and keep a straight face when they know well just how much you’re enduring.

they must’ve either gotten used to it, or just plain got tired of trying to ask you if you need to talk or let something out, and you’re fine with that. in fact, that’s the whole damn point.

pressure eventually suffocates you more. you see your work eventually go south despite your constant attempts, and the higher ups only have you to blame.

and as much of a grade 1 sorcerer, you’re still human.

this was a test for your new breaking point. you were waiting, feeling the weight on your chest get heavier until you eventually have to explode, and you were oh so glad it happened when you were alone.

or thought you were alone, at least.

but it was dawn. you just received a couple of videos of a curse scene, blood everywhere, and the taunting, fresh crimson paints your failure in the cement.

you’re sat on your awfully empty bed, not bothering to reach for gojo’s side because you know you’ll be landing on nothing.

he’s been away for almost a week, held up somewhere in another continent, ripping you away from the only source of comfort you have.

you lock your phone, dropping it somewhere to your right, and your hands climb up to your face. you try your best to keep it in, to convince yourself that no, this can’t be where you break, but your brain spirals out of control.

and you can’t take it anymore. you just can’t. your body physically grows more shaky the more you keep your emotions locked in. you hide your face away from the emptiness around you, feeling the glass finally begin to crack, then it shatters all together.

once the first sob is out of your mouth, you can’t stop what follows. you bend down, silent tears involuntarily escaping past very heavy eyelids.

you think you’re finally at the point of hallucination when you feel the bed dip from your right. it wasn’t long after that a hand lands on your back while another tries to sit you up properly, and you, realizing that this touch is too vivid and familiar to be imagined, attempt to turn your face away. 

“no, baby,” you hear him say. “don’t hide from me.”

you shake your head, a sad whimper accidentally escaping your throat, and you try to push away from him.

he can’t see you like this. you can’t be like this.

“it’s just me,” he holds your hands down skillfully and moves you further towards him. “it’s only me, sweets. don’t hide from me.”

“i-i can’t!”

he tries to pull your face towards him, and you notice that his blindfold is off. you can’t help but gravitate towards the free sea within, helplessly letting him look deep within your soul as he asks.

“can’t what?” a thumb swipes at a soaked cheek. “talk to me.”

“i can’t…” you trail off, head shaking frantically as if to shake the emotions away. “i can’t do this anymore!”

“i know,” he nods, and your fingers wrinkle the material of his shirt. “keep talking.”

“i keep fuh-fucking trying, satoru,” you hiccup, eyes frantic, wide, exploding. “i keep trying over and over and fucking over again and it’s always fruitless. i end up getting blamed. i always end up-“

you stare at him, sadness and disappointment consuming you to the core as you spell the next words out loud.

you attempt a mocking shrug. “i always end up a failure.”

satoru’s lips turn downwards in some unexplainable emotion. “we both know this isn’t true.”

you shake your head, weak limbs once more attempting to pull away from the strongest arms, but they don’t budge.

“don’t turn away from me,” he says, but the softness of his voice makes more tears pool out of your tired eyes. “let yourself cry, y/n. at least allow yourself this.”

“i-i can’t, ‘toru,” you whimper. “i can’t just—“

“you can. you already are, and i’m right here. you can be as vulnerable as you want to be.” he nods when your features break once more, one heavy, massive sob breaking out of your chest. “i’ll always find you when you need me.”

he pulls your hands together at his nape, hands trailing from their and down to your waist where he pulls you on his lap, and that was your cue to loose the remaining of your composure.

he leans his back against the headrest. a hand is massaging your scalp while the other rubs up and down your back, and you let yourself cry in your lover’s arms.

“always, baby. always.”

#ackermonie writes #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk drabbles #jjk x reader #gojo satoru x gender neutral reader #gojo angst #gojo hurt/comfort #hurt/comfort #jjk imagines #jjk fanfic #gojo imagines #gojo drabbles #jjk #gojo fluff #jjk fluff

[lttleghost]

El Camino makes me want to Chew My Arm Off

(I know I’ve made several posts about this movie and my problems with it but I just have to put all of my thoughts down or I’m going to explode)

so, Breaking Bad's sequel movie, El Camino… I’ve tried to like it so long, I’ve seen it 5 or 6 times, and the first few times I saw it I was firmly in denial and thought I enjoyed it even if I had a couple of arguments with it… but I’ve hit this tipping point where I just can't pretend anymore, and I just… hate this movie. and it seems like I shouldn't, right? being a Jesse lover I should be happy that he gets a hopeful, if slightly bittersweet, ending, right? because he does get a somewhat happy ending… right?

except… does he? like even when I was trying to force myself to like El Camino, I was a bit upset by the ending; it seems to be asking a lot of me to believe that Jesse is really getting a particularly hopeful “new beginning” when he’s still alone and without support and now can’t even ever confide in anyone without majorly risking revealing his identity and getting arrested. I also always felt that after the first half of the movie Jesse’s PTSD was kinda… downplayed? and I just have this feeling that might’ve been done with the purpose of making Jesse’s “hopeful” ending a lil more believable considering the circumstances, but I admit that particular aspect might just be in my head.

so that’s not great obviously, or at least it pokes a bit of a hole in the tone of El Camino’s ending for Jesse, but what really tipped me over the edge was realizing what the story communicates in presenting it’s ending as more hopeful and bittersweet instead of just kinda depressing. it communicates that what Jesse needs to do to have a happier life is just make the right choices from now on. BECAUSE YA KNOW, THIS DRUG ADDICTS PROBLEM WAS HE JUST WASN’T MAKING THE RIGHT CHOICES!!!!

and I want to believe that this wasn’t intentional, I know the writers at least sympathize with Jesse, but there are scenes within El Camino that just make it really really hard for me to believe that on some level that isn’t what you’re supposed to take away from it, primarily this one -

and this scene which follows it a short time afterwards -

I think that we’re supposed to agree with what’s being said by the disappearer guy and Jesse in these scenes, that Jesse is in fact at least somewhat responsible for where he ended up. It’s hard for me to imagine that they’re scenes where you’re expected to say “oh fuck OFF!!” and “sweetheart I understand why you think that but no, they fucked up” at the screen respectively. 

now, it’s very in character for Jesse to say what he did to his parents. children who are neglected tend to blame themselves for their own hardships - and I bet Jesse also just wants to lessen the guilt that his parents might feel in general if he can cause he’s a sweet person… but I don’t understand why it was necessary to have the disappearer guy say what he said. he could have said any number of things besides “you made your own luck” to Jesse in response to Jesse not quite having enough money for an identity change, including something simple like the cost of his services is the cost of his services, no exceptions.

and since Vince Gilligan does seem to believe that there is possibly a perfect way to pull off the ending where Jesse did end up in jail even if he couldn’t write it himself I’m even more sure that he’s got a fundamental misunderstanding of the responsibility Jesse has in his actions and what might actually be useful for solving the problems Jesse does have. like yeah, Jesse’s gonna feel guilty whether or not his actions were in his reasonable control because he’s a person who cares about others getting hurt, but I’m sorry, is repentance the actual solution to that? really?

cause, tell me this; how is it useful in any way to continue to “hold Jesse accountable” for his actions by the end of Breaking Bad, isn’t the purpose of doing that to prevent someone from doing the same harmful things again? what is the point of this in Jesse’s case? the only genuinely shitty thing that was his full responsibility and was something that he had a reasonable choice to not do was his attempt to sell drugs to the rehab group, but GUESS WHAT!? Jesse snapped himself out of that idea without much of the way of people telling him it was bad to do. I think this is a lesson learned! and I keep using the term “reasonable choice” for a reason, and it’s because sometimes someone has a choice to do something sure, but it’s unreasonable to expect that every single person will make the “right” choice, like most of the worst things that Jesse does are because he is backed into a corner and/or being manipulated by Walt! oh and Jesse being a drug dealer in the first place? a) selling drugs to people who are seeking them out isn’t actually this massive act of harm long as you’re honest about what you’re selling, people will always use drugs and need to get them from somewhere, also alcohol is more toxic and kills more people than meth does, and b) so while Walt had the choice between selling meth and… accepting help from other people who think that they owe him anyway, Jesse had the choice between selling meth and poorly paying jobs, one of which we see offered is ACTUALLY humiliating, not just “ooh I have to accept help sometimes”, and actually he’d have to do this all while lacking support or help from anyone except maybe his friends who are still very involved in the drug trade because his parents are shitty fucking people who weren’t prepared or willing to have a child that wasn’t “normal”. and it's not like this makes anything that he did good or that he didn't do anything wrong I'm not suggesting that he's a perfect person, but I don't think that what he did is uniquely bad in any way.

and even if I’m wrong and the movie is actually trying to get across that Jesse didn’t USE to have choices but NOW he does I think… the ending still wraps it up badly and it still communicates a bad message. like why are we led to believe that Jesse is going to make different choices from now on? not only does he still have no outside support or resources, but he has LESS options in regards to acquiring those things than he had at the beginning of Breaking Bad and a FUCKTON of new PTSD on top of that. like I think it’s unlikely that Jesse is going to get back into the criminal world but instead of me thinking that because his life circumstances have actually improved in the ways that they should’ve it’s because he’s been through so much horrible trauma in the past that he’ll “know better”. Jesse received trauma that we’re sorta meant to interpret as him learning from, punishment that he learned from, so that now anything genuinely miserable coming up in his life will simply seem better than what he’s already been through, again rather than actually having resources to make his rough patches in life better. El Camino still puts all of the pressure onto Jesse alone to have a better life. and I think that ultimately leaves us with an ending that is bleaker than it wants to admit

I don’t know how I could write El Camino to have the happy ending for Jesse that I both want and think he deserves, at least I’ve not been able to come up with anything that feels believable enough, so sadly I think that the best way to fix it is by changing the tone of the ending so that it does feel bleaker. maybe add in a little more focus on Jesse’s PTSD and that he doesn’t really know how to deal with it later in the movie as well, but still keep in everything that show’s Jesse’s kindness, like him feeding the spider Todd was keeping and the scene with the beetle that always brings the Undertale quote “despite everything it’s still you” to mind. if nothing else I’d hope that it’d make people think about how nothing about Jesse’s life circumstances have changed in a way that actually will allow him to thrive, and feel upset about it because he continues to persist in being a caring person in a world that never wanted him to be.

#El Camino #Breaking Bad #BrBa #Jesse Pinkman #meat.txt #this is my girlfriend dont touch him #this is long but I'm refusing to put it under a readmore #also I'm gonna elaborate more on parts of this and it'll become my second video essay probably

[flyingraijin]

Cookies 'n Cream | S. Todoroki

Entry 05 | The Virginity Chronicles

Summary: The rules have been clear for a long time; no messing around, no wasting time on anything that isn't trying to get to the top, and no Shoto Todoroki. At least, until school is over. Your parents have a lot of influence in the hero world, but once you've graduated, you're free from their control. And there's only one more night to wait.

Only, you've never been the most patient person. And after years of hiding your feelings and your need for him, he's right there now, in your room, close enough to touch.

(Or, alternatively; Shoto fucks for the first time)

Pairing: Shoto Todoroki x fem!reader

Warnings: Forbidden romance, first time au, third year au, soft smut, hand jobs, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex, all characters are 18 years or over!

Word Count: 12 440

Note: So it's finally here, boys. This has been a long time coming, my apologies. Mental health has been a bitch, so writing wasn't the easiest thing for me, but I got it done eventually! I hope everyone enjoys :)

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It’s Aizawa who eventually comes to break up the party. The clock has just ticked past eleven pm and with the noise level in the 3A common room not decreasing in the slightest, you’re honestly not surprised. Your teacher looks exhausted when he shuffles his way into the room, the bags under his eyes having deepened in only the last day. He also seems reluctant as he stares around at your classmates, and you almost get the feeling that he’s sending you off to bed because he has to, not because he wants to. 

Which makes sense. You think your celebration is justified, after all, considering how your entire class had just passed the official hero licensing exams that afternoon. Although, you don’t exactly mind the fact that you’re being forced up to bed either - Kaminari still has so much energy, despite the late hour and exhausting day, and frankly it’s getting on your nerves a little. 

“Guys,” Aizawa says tiredly as he stands between two of the couches, looking around at your classmates. “I know it’s been an exciting day, but you all have to be up early for the graduation ceremony tomorrow.”

“Aww, but -” Mina tries, looking upset. But she cuts herself off when Aizawa fixes her with a particularly teacherly look. 

“You all also need to move all of your things out of the dorms tomorrow,” he continues, and you're almost able to ignore the distinctly sad tone of his voice. “And I guarantee none of you will want to do that if you’re all exhausted. I’m technically not your teacher anymore, so I can’t really make you go to bed. But you’ll be doing yourself all a big favour if you do.” 

The room falls quiet with his admittance because despite the fact that it has been on everyone’s minds, you don’t think you’ve actually heard someone admit it out loud yet. It being the fact that this is your last night ever in the UA dorms and from tomorrow, you’ll all be full-fledged heroes. 

It’s an exciting thought. But also much more sad than you think anyone ever anticipated.

Momo is the first to agree with Mr Aizawa and honestly, you’re not surprised. You recognise the look of slight dejection as she forces a smile around at the rest of you. “That’s probably a good idea. We don’t want to be exhausted on our first day of heroing!” Her tone is light, purposely light, but it still hits you in the chest a little too hard. Still, you force a smile back at her.

“Yeah, I think I’m about ready to turn in anyway.”

Slowly, your classmates start to agree, and then group by group, they begin to troupe upstairs. You get to your feet along with them and bid Aizawa goodnight. However, before you head up, you make a b-line for the kitchen, all with the intention of getting something that you’ve been saving for yourself up until this point. 

The kitchen itself is dark when you reach it, being illuminated only by the lights still on in the lounge. But you don’t have any problem reaching the tall fridge and then crouching down in front of it as you open the large freezer. The icy drawers are more empty than usual, with a lot of your classmates having either taken their food out or eaten it in anticipation of having to clear the entire space out. You find what you’re looking for immediately, tucked away in the back corner of a bottom drawer, untouched and waiting for you. The cold nips a little at your fingers as you reach for it, but you barely notice in anticipation of getting what you want. Then…

“What are you doing?” 

You jump, your arm instinctively tucking back into yourself as you retreat from the freezer.  Your heart thumps in your chest as for a split second your body goes into fight or flight mode. But then you turn to peer over your shoulder and find only the familiar, curious gaze of your best friend and classmate, Shoto Todoroki.

Your breath leaves you in a rush and you slump a little, placing a relieved hand over your chest. "Thank god, it's just you," you manage to wheeze out as your blood pounds in your ears.

Shoto, totally oblivious to the anguish that he's caused you, cocks his head a little to the side and blinks. "Who did you think I was?" he asks curiously, eyebrows furrowed. 

You shake your head and turn back to the freezer, eyeing your prize once again. "No one. You just… you scared me." 

"I'm sorry." 

You stifle a small laugh as you grab what you need and then go to stand. Shoto steps back as you do, giving you room to reach your full height and close the freezer door behind you.

"It's fine," you say, as the door seals once again. "I just wasn't expecting you to be there." 

" I wasn't expecting you to be here ," Shoto points out. He looks down at what you're holding. "I thought you were going to bed." 

"I just wanted to grab this first," you tell him. And when he gives you a questioning look, you hold up your prize. 

"Ice cream?" Shoto asked as he reads the label on the tub you've got clutched in your hand, and you nod, pleased with yourself. You'd managed to score the last tub from one of your favourite ice cream parlours on your way home from training yesterday, and you'd been saving it for this very occasion. 

"It's cookies ‘n cream flavour!" you tack on when Shoto raises an eyebrow at you. "That's the best flavour!" 

His nose wrinkles a little. "I prefer vanilla." 

"Why am I not surprised?" you mumble, turning to head back past him towards the elevator. He follows after you immediately, falling into step beside you as you begin to make your way back through the kitchen. 

"Why do you have ice cream anyway? Is it a special occasion?"

You shrug one shoulder and look down at the tub in your hand. "I guess it's… like a send-off," you muse. "It's our last night as UA students and while I liked the goodbye party, I figured this would be a more fitting celebration." 

Shoto gives you a blank look for a long minute, long enough that you almost start to think he might have forgotten the significance of the ice cream as you stop by the counter to grab two spoons from one of the cutlery drawers. But then the corner of his mouth twitches upwards and he offers you one of his rare smirks. 

"You mean because of how on our first night in the dorms, you skipped out on the room contest to eat ice cream by yourself in your room?" 

You shoot him a wide grin and point the spoon handle right at his face. "Exactly." 

"And I suppose I'm obligated to show up to this ice cream event too? Since you roped me into the last one?" 

"I did not 'rope you in'," you reply indignantly as the pair of you reach the elevator. Shoto presses the button to bring the elevator to the ground floor and turns to look at you as you continue. "You just invited yourself into my room because you didn't want to stay up and talk after everyone took their votes!" 

"I was still there,” he points out. "Do you want me there again or not?: 

You close your mouth, a little haughty. Of course, you want him there - Shoto is your best friend in the world, after all, not to mention the very unfortunate fact that you're completely in love with him. If anything, the worst thing about the goodbye party thrown by the rest of your class was the fact that you couldn't snuggle up with him on the couch like you wanted to. 

But you also know of how much pleasure he takes in the fact that you're a complete sucker for him and so you don't want to admit that now. 

"I guess…" you start, as the elevator doors slide open and the both of you step inside. "I guess it would be kind of difficult for me to eat this entire tub on my own…" 

It wouldn’t. But you put on your best innocent face anyway as you side-eye Shoto through your eyelashes. 

He only shoots you a pointed look in return. And then he hits the button for your floor and you smile triumphantly, knowing you’ve got him. 

“You can just ask me,” Shoto points out as the elevator rumbles into life around you. He turns a little, shuffling on his feet as he looks down at you. You shrug nonchalantly even as your heart leaps in your chest. 

“But it’s more fun not to.” 

“For you, maybe,” Shoto mumbles and you giggle, turning to face him properly. 

“Aw, do you not like my games?”

“Maybe not,” he tells you, giving you a pout. But you can see there’s warmth in the depths of his eyes as you reach forward with your free hand to catch hold of him. His fingers are cold as they tangle with yours. 

“I can’t resist though,” you say, tilting your chin upwards to look at him properly. There’s a bit of a height difference between the pair of you, after he’d shot up like a fucking beanstalk back in second year, and usually, it annoys you. Now though, as you watch the way he looks down at you with a raised eyebrow, it brings a certain kind of giddiness to your chest. “You’re very cute.” 

The corner of Shoto’s mouth twitches and he leans in a little. “I know I am,” he says quietly, almost smug. “That’s why a good majority of this school is in love with me.” 

Your eyebrow jumps and you lean away, putting a little bit of distance between the both of you. Your smile doesn’t falter though as you meet his gaze and study his expression, noting the sparkle in his eye. “You’re not supposed to know about that.”

Shoto almost laughs. His fingers squeeze yours as the corners of his mouth tug upwards and then he shoots you a smirk worthy of someone like Sero or Bakugou. “I may be a little oblivious,” he says and suddenly his voice has dropped an octave. You can't help but lean towards him again, your lips parting just slightly. “But I’m not stupid. Most of them are very, very bad liars. Including you.” 

The tip of his nose brushes yours. You smile again. “But I’m allowed to be obvious about the fact that I’m in love with you.” 

“That’s true,” he tells you and then you can feel his lips brushing against yours as he talks. Something in your stomach swoops. “I’d like to hear you say it more often though.” 

You almost kiss him. Almost. You can feel him, his lips, his torso beginning to press against yours, the way his hand is tight on your own. You’re so close to him and you almost kiss him right there, despite the fact that you’re supposed to be hiding the fact that you’re together with him. 

But then there’s a small jolt as the elevator reaches its stop. And you step back just in time for the doors to slide open, revealing the dark, empty hallway of your landing. 

Shoto pulls back a little too, a faint look of annoyance passing across his features. You give his hand a final squeeze as you say, “All in due time.” Then you drop his fingers and, with another smile, turn to lead the way towards your bedroom. Shoto follows behind you with only a soft sigh. 

No one bothers you on the way to your bedroom door. You don't even see anyone, and the evident strips of light appearing from under other people’s bedroom doors lead you to conclude that they’re all made it upstairs before you and Shoto had. You don’t mind though; actually, it’s far more convenient to be undisturbed. Because despite the fact that everyone in the class knows you and Shoto are close, they don’t know how close. And it’s still important to hide the fact that you’re not-together-but-together from the rest of your class, at the very least until you’ve both left UA for good. 

Your relationship with Shoto has always been complex like that. Right from the start, when you’d so boldly introduced yourself to him on your very first day at UA. There’d been a connection between the both of you from the beginning - probably because you each came from well-established hero families and understood each other’s pressure - and you’d been unwilling to let that go. And so your relationship with him had grown into something very special, if still tainted by the disapproval from both of your parents. 

You’re not dating Shoto. That’s the truth, you’re not . You’re not with him, he’s not your boyfriend. Because he can’t be, not like this. You can’t go out and do couple things, you can’t cuddle and kiss in front of anyone else, you can’t address him as yours for fear of the anger of both your families. Not after your parents had told you specifically if anything happened between you and him, they’d pull you from UA in a heartbeat. He’s still your partner though, your person . And you love him more than you’d ever thought you were capable of loving anyone. Just not publicly. 

Which is why slipping him silently into your bedroom is practically a routine at this point. Shoto follows on behind you, a cover story already poised at the both of your lips. He keeps his head down as you open the bedroom door and steps inside first when you let him through, keen eyes scanning over your empty room once before his shoulders relax. And then, once you’ve shut and locked the door, and are turning back to him with the tension already flowing out your own body, he closes the distance between you two in a few long strides. You practically fall into his kiss when he reaches for you, his left hand sliding right your waist while his right clasps your jaw gently. You inhale in surprise and almost don’t register the kiss before he pulls away again and drops his head a little to fix you with a dark gaze from beneath his bangs. 

“You take far too much joy in teasing me,” he tells you in a soft voice. You giggle in response and shake your head, letting him go when he steps back to run a hand through his hair. 

“You make it too easy.” 

Shoto only grunts in reply and turns to take his usual spot on the floor beside your bed, his back to the bed frame. He crosses his long legs and watches on as you first go to switch on the fairy lights strung across one wall and then discard your phone on your desk. Neither of you speaks a word until you turn again and take your seat next to him on the floor, stretching out your legs before you. 

Shoto takes the spoon that you offer him and then continues to watch silently as you wrestle the lid of the ice cream from the tub and reveal the creamy substance to the cool of the open air for the first time. Neither of you go to take a spoonful though, something hanging in the air between you, holding you back. 

“Hey, Shoto,” you start eventually, staring hard at the ice cream before you. “You’re not… nervous for tomorrow or anything?” 

You can feel his soft gaze on the side of your face as you speak but you don’t dare look at him. For some reason, bringing the question up almost makes you feel… embarrassed? No, ashamed is probably a better word. 

For a moment there's silence as Shoto seems to think about it. Then he shifts, moving a little closer to you. “I don’t think so,” he says eventually, almost sounding thoughtful. “I’m not nervous to graduate or anything. Why do you ask?”

You shake your head and go to dig into the ice cream with your spoon. “Um, no reason,” you say. “I was just… wondering.” 

Shoto watches you for a moment more. Then he reaches out to take hold of your wrist, stopping you from massacring the surface of the ice cream any more. “There’s something bothering you,” he observes, his voice quiet. You just shake your head again in response. 

“It’s nothing,” you mumble before shoveling a spoonful of ice cream in your mouth. “Really.” 

But, just as he’d rightfully said earlier, Shoto isn’t stupid. Oblivious, not stupid. And so when he reaches out to take hold of your chin gently and turns your head so he can meet your eyes, you can see the clear concern burning in his gaze. “Please,” he asks, softly, sweetly. “Tell me?”

For a moment, you’re not going to. For one long moment, you honestly think you’ll just deny him again and, when he inevitably stops pushing you, go back to eating ice cream while talking about happier topics. 

But it’s only for a moment before when you meet his eyes, you realise you really don’t want to hide it from him. So much of your life is hiding, it’s already come between you and some of the people you love the most. You don’t want that to happen to Shoto. 

So you purse your lips and let out a short sigh. And then you say, “I’m kind of scared.” 

Shoto lets go of you, his eyes narrowing just a little as he gives you a confused look. “Scared.” 

“Yeah,” you affirm and look away from him. “Really scared, actually.” 

“Of what?”

You shrug. “I’m not sure. Graduating, maybe. Or… I suppose it’s more just, I’m scared of being an adult.” 

You take another scoop of ice cream, which prompts Shtoo to do the same, and for a few seconds, the pair of you just sit in silence, processing what you’ve said. Then you shrug again and shake your head. 

“It’s like… we’ve spent three years here, right? In these dorms, with each other, learning all these things that should help us when we actually have to be heroes. But… now that we’re almost done, and we’re leaving tomorrow , I can't help but feel like… like I don’t really know anything at all.” 

“You’re in the top five of our whole year though,” Shoto points out. You bite at your bottom lip as your nose scrunches a little in response. 

“Yeah but…” you start, “that's not really the same. That's all theory and practice of how to be a hero . I don’t even know how to be a person , and now we have to go out there, completely alone, and just figure it all out.” 

Shoto seems to think over your words for a minute as he takes another mouthful of ice cream. “I suppose I understand,” he admits eventually. But then his head turns and you can feel him looking at you once again. “But… you won’t be completely alone.” 

You turn your own head and meet his gaze straight on. 

“Yeah?”

He nods. “You’ve got all the friends you’ve made here. Uraraka and Asui and Yaoyorozu… all of them. They’re not just going to leave now that we’re finished with UA. And…” and here he pauses for a moment as something wells up in his dark eyes. “Well, you’ve got me.” 

“You?” 

He nods once. “Even if it hasn’t been … officially, these past few months, you’ve got me. And from tomorrow… we won’t have to hide anything anymore.” 

“Right,” you mumble. "From tomorrow…" 

Tomorrow you're officially free. That's how you've always thought of it. Your graduation from UA and into the vibrant world of pro-heroes acted as somewhat of an official-unofficial step into adulthood. From tomorrow, your parents would have no real agency over your life, not if you didn't want them to. From tomorrow, you'd need to learn to handle your own affairs. From tomorrow, you could be your own person, properly, with nothing in the way. 

And from tomorrow, you could be with Shoto. Because from tomorrow, the bounds of the ultimatum your parents had stung over your head fell away. They couldn't "forcefully remove you from school", they couldn't put a cork in your dreams. They couldn't lock you at home like they're threatened. They couldn't even cut you off financially because you'd have your own job and be earning your own money - you have a place at an agency that's not theirs, working under a hero who has no connections whatsoever to your family. From tomorrow, you'll finally be free. 

That thought alone is enough to ease the knot of anxiety growing inside you just a little bit. 

"I can take you on a real date tomorrow," Shoto continues quietly. "And I can hold your hand in public, and not care who sees." 

"Not even your dad?" 

"Not even my dad," Shoto confirms. He nudges at your knee lightly, a little cheerily, with his own, and then you hear the small smile in his words when he speaks again. "I don't have to care about him ever again." 

You turn to look at him properly then, and his eyes catch yours immediately. They're sparkling, you realise, gittering in the twinkle of the fairy lights on the opposite wall. His whole face really, is illuminated in a way that makes you think he could be an elf. Or a fairy. Something kind of inhumanly beautiful creature, especially with the way he's staring at you right now. 

A smile finds its way to your own lips and slowly you reach over to set the tub of ice cream down on your nightstand, so you can raise a free hand up to brush his bangs away from his face. 

"That sounds good. Really good." 

"Just a few more hours," he tells you in a soft calm voice. And you repeat it back to him in a warm tone. 

"Just a few more hours." 

You're not sure who leans in first but when your lips meet after that; it's very soft. You feel Shoto’s fingers on your jaw, holding your face with a touch lighter than feathers, and at the same time, your own hands curl into the fabric of his shirt. He tastes like cookies and cream, you realise with a soft start. And you're sure you must taste that way too, especially so when Shoto lets out a soft sigh against you and presses closer. 

Something bursts in your chest, heat that spreads outwards until it feels like your entire body is tingling. You grip Shoto a little tighter in an attempt to ground yourself and in response he lets go of your jaw completely, allowing his hand to slide downwards to rest against the side of your neck instead. His lips are as soft and sweet as ever, coaxing you gently, moving only the slightest fraction to draw you in as much as possible. And then suddenly he pulls away, leaving you to chase after him with an unhappy sigh. 

When your eyes open again, you find that Shoto is already looking at you. His hand is still on your neck, thumb rubbing back and forth against the warmth of your skin comfortingly. And there’s something questioning in his expression that has your eyebrows furrowing a little in concern. 

“What?” you ask, and it comes out as barely a mumble between the pair of you. Shoto purses his lips, his eyes dropping from yours to where your fingers are still tightly gripping the front of his sweater. When he speaks, his voice is just as quiet. 

“You… You do want this, right?”

“Want what?”

“Us,” he clarifies, looking up at you again. “Everyone about not hiding anyone, being able to be together properly, all of it… you do want it?” 

Something inside you wilts when you pinpoint the self-doubt in his tone. And then you let go of his sweater to put your hands on either side of his face, holding his gaze steady as you stare into his eyes. 

“I want it, Shoto. I can’t even begin to explain how much.” 

His hand comes up to cover yours, and then he leans into your touch, his eyes falling closed for a second. “As long as you’re sure,” he mumbles. 

Your own eyes slide shut and you lean in too, your forehead pressing to his. The tips of your noses brush and you feel yourself relax a little against him, as the familiar hot and cold of his body overwhelms you. You can feel him breathing and you find your own breaths matching his; in and out, in and out. Until his hands close a little tighter around yours and then he pulls them from his face, tugging them down so he can curl his fingers between yours in his lap. 

You want to open your eyes and look at him. And yet, as he shifts a little and his energy changes, and the sound of his body shuffling around teases your ears, you find that you can’t. It’s like your eyelids are glued closed, your heart beginning to beat a little faster as you wait in anticipation for him to do … something. 

It takes him a minute. His thumbs rub over the back of your hands, smoothing across your skin in a gesture that sends tingles rushing up your spine like ice. And you feel the soft warmth of his breath against your lips, like he’s drawing closer but only by a fraction. Your eyelids flutter and your lips begin to curve as you go to say his name. “Sho-” 

But Shoto cuts you off completely by kissing you again. 

Only, this time, it’s a little different. 

There’s an energy in him that you don’t recognise as his lips caress yours. It’s warm, and eager, excited even, and it draws you in, turns your muscles to liquid and your bones to jelly as you allow him to pull you closer, eventually tugging you right onto his lap. Shoto lets out a soft sigh against you as your legs slot around his hips and your hands slide to his shoulders, fisting in the fabric of his sweater. He’s not usually so forward, so pushy with what he does, and yet there’s not even the tiniest semblance of doubt in his actions as he settles his hands around your waist and holds you against him as his lips move a little more vigorously against yours. They tug a soft sound from you, something of a very low whine, and then immediately take advantage of your parted lips to deepen the kiss. His tongue tastes even more of cookies and cream as it slides to find yours and for a long moment you genuinely think you’re going to completely melt against him as every molecule in your body seems to liquidate and crumble as everything about him overwhelms your senses. 

A groan rumbles through the depths of Shoto’s chest when he seems to feel you totally submitting to him. His grip on you tightens, going from your waist to rub soft circles into your hips. And then his hands slide up your back, trailing first up and down your spine over your shirt and then sneaking under the hem to caress your skin beneath it. 

You shiver violently at the feeling, loving it, and press closer. Your hand slips up to hold Shoto’s jaw as you move your head a little and kiss him even harder. There's a burning sensation beginning to rise in you now, a deep longing that's pressing you closer and closer to him, making you want more and more. You don’t entirely understand it but you do recognise it to some degree; it’s the same feeling that you’d used to get months back, before you and Shoto became… well, you and Shoto. It’s the desperation that would burn in your stomach as you’d stared at him back then, the deep, all-consuming ache that came with knowing you couldn’t be his in the way you wanted to. Neither of you had spoken about it back then, neither of you had confessed . You didn’t know about his feelings, you didn’t really even understand your own. Which is why, when you think back to it, and try to recall that feeling, it comes with a great amount of pain. Pain and sadness and grief , even. 

None of that is present within you now, as you kiss him like your life depends on it. Only the longing and the desire, but nothing else. It’s overwhelming, to be honest, because it’s so pure. Pure and unadulterated and primal and so fucking suffocating. But it also feels good. Really good , in a way you haven’t truly ever felt before. 

It scares you a little. But… 

But it excites you even more. 

You think Shoto must feel it too because finally, he pulls away from you. And when he does, his eyes are wide and his lips are swollen and he almost looks a little dazed. You can’t help the smile that tugs at the corner of your own mouth at the sight of it, and your fingers slide up into his hair to twist between the strands affectionately. 

He mumbles your name, very softly. His hands continue to move up and down your back but it's more delicate now, less frenzied. You catch his eyes and then hold his gaze as you try to read him. And, surprisingly, you actually can. 

“I need you,” he whispers out and it’s so quiet you barely catch it. Just barely, but you do and it feels like your entire chest explodes with love and affection. Your fingers move gently through the soft strands of his hair, stroking it back, messing with it as you use your connection to him to ground yourself. And you take a long moment to stare deep into his grey and blue eyes and take in all that you find there; the love, the compassion, the excitement, the desire, the fear, the exhilaration, the nerves… all of it. 

“Are you sure?” you ask him eventually because you don’t really know what else to ask. And Shoto nods without a single millisecond of hesitation.

“I want you,” he mumbles and it’s so much more intentional . You almost squirm. 

“Okay.”

You shift a little in his lap, trying to reorganise yourself. But you’re distracted when Shoto leans in to begin pressing soft kisses down the column of your throat. 

Your brain seems to short-circuit for a second and it gives Shoto the perfect opportunity to collect you in his arms once again. He slips his hand from under your shirt to gently caress your jaw, turning your head to his liking so he can reach your skin properly. You let him with absolutely no resistance as your eyes flutter shut all over again and a long, contented sigh slips from between your lips. Shoto’s mouth on your neck is addicting in a way you’ve never thought you’d ever be addicted to something in your life. His lips are hot and the few tiny licks he gives, with just the very tip of his tongue tracing your skin - they burn . Like fucking fire. And it makes something well up inside you, a heat that makes your head spin and your blood pound in your ears, and everything about you just feels… oversaturated. 

You feel his lips curve upwards into a smile against your own skin. It has warmth flooding your cheeks, making your whole face feel flushed, especially when Shoto pulls back a little to stare up at you with half-lidded eyes. You can barely find it in yourself to meet his gaze as your fingers find purchase in his hair once again and you blink down at him dreamily.

“What do you want from me?” Shoto asks softly. You have to bite your lip for a second to suppress a deep sigh. 

“Just,” you mumble in reply, trying to stop your voice from shaking, “Just touch me.” 

“Touch you how?” 

“However you want,” you breathe out without even needing to really think about it. “Just… Shoto….”

You let your words die out when he goes back to kissing your skin. Only now his lips glide along your shoulder, before dipping down to your collarbone area. He hooks a finger into the collar of your shirt and tugs it down a little to get more access to the warmth of your skin. But, ultimately, it’s not enough, and before long - and perfectly in sync as if you’re reading each other’s minds - Shoto pulls away to give you room to haul your shirt upwards and over your head, ridding your body of it entirely. 

It’s not a big deal for Shoto to see you in your bra. You’ve known him long enough for him to have witnessed you in various swimsuits on a number of occasions, not to mention how he’s never been incredibly affected by nudity to begin with. You’re comfortable like this, completely. And he doesn’t gawk or stare at you as you ball the material of your shirt and throw it away from you over your shoulder. 

No, he just seems to appreciate . With adoring eyes and lips that are just the slightest bit upturned at the corners, he lets his gaze travel up and down your body. And then his hands find your back again, between your shoulder blades, and he pushes you into him, bringing you into the softest hug you’ve ever experienced. 

You stay like that for a moment, you and him. Just breathing softly, eyes closed and arms tangled around each other as you sit, content just to exist like this. You can feel Shoto’s heart beating from where your chest is pressed up against his, and it’s steady, unwavering, and perfectly calm despite the heat of the moment. It calms you somewhat in response and your muscles loosen slightly as you sink against him, burrowing into his presence as much as you possibly can. 

Shoto sighs against you, his body relaxing just as yours does. His head drops onto your shoulder, his forehead pressing into the warmth of your skin. You can feel his eyelashes fluttering, the tickle of them sending goosebumps rushing along your arms. And then you feel his lips, pressing warm, feather-like kisses into the dip of your shoulder joint. 

“Shoto,” you whisper to him then, and begin to shuffle, slowly detangling yourself from his grasp. “Shoto, c’mon…” 

He seems to understand as you struggle to your feet, following you as you rise to climb up onto your bed. You find your spot there first, back pressing into the cool sheets as Shoto crawls on the mattress beside you. And then you reach for him, already missing the contact of him, your hands search desperately to feel him once again. He doesn’t deny you for too long; just long enough to grab at the back of his sweater and tug it over his head to reveal the slightly crumpled white school shirt beneath it. 

Your fingers delve deep into his hair the moment he leans back over you, and pull his face down to yours. You kiss him again before he’s really even settled, his body still shifting before his hips find their spot between your bent legs and his torso ends up flat to your own once again. His kisses are still soft but they feel so much hotter now, with his body right atop yours and his warmth so, so close. 

You whimper a little against his lips when one of his hands begins to creep downwards, heading from your neck to your shoulder and to your chest. His long fingers are cool when they envelop your breast for the first time and it makes you shiver and squirm as tingles dance along your spine. Even through the fabric of your bra, his touch is so intimate . He barely does anything but feel you gently, cupping your breast in his hand and massaging at the flesh just enough to make you whine. But it’s overwhelming nonetheless and your fingers dig even tighter into his soft hair as you kiss him even harder, already beginning to slip under as the pleasure within you rises. 

“My love,” Shoto whispers against your lips and you can feel him smiling through the words. “You’re addicting.” 

“Fuck,” you breathe out softly as your hand slides down the back of his neck. Your fingers find the collar of his shirt and then slip beneath it, fingertips ghosting along the strong lines of his shoulder blades and back. “Shoto…” 

He kisses you again, and his hands leave your body, going to the buttons of his shirt. You help him as best as you can with your eyes squeezed shut, fingers fumbling as you try to get the piece of fabric off as quickly as possible. Shoto hums at your eagerness, his smile remaining the whole time, and when he pulls back just enough to discard the thing, you see the sparkle in his eyes. 

He’s very comfortable , you realise, with the slightest twinge of surprise, as you watch the way he throws his shirt across the room before ducking back down to pepper your collarbone area with kisses once again. Even as your head falls back and your chin tilts upwards as the feeling of his mouth on your skin makes your toes curl, your mind is spinning. He’s more comfortable than you ever would have expected. For him especially,  considering not only is he just as inexperienced as you are, but he’s definitely not the most sexual being in any aspect of his life. You don’t even think you’ve ever had a full conversation surrounding any topics even remotely PG13 with him in the entire time you’ve known him. 

He’s good though, you can’t help but think as his hands sneak to your chest again, this time slipping his fingers beneath the cup of your bra to touch your skin properly. Your back arches upward at the feeling, sensual and languid as your grip on his shoulders tightens again. He’s very good.  

“Shoto,” you mumble again as your fingernails dance across the skin of his back. Instinctively, your thighs tighten a little around his hips. “Take it off.” 

He doesn’t acknowledge you verbally beyond a low grunt into the crook of your neck. But you feel it in his touch; the eagerness he responds with as his hand all but raced from your chest to your back. He fumbles for a second, fingers twisting at the strap of your bra a little awkwardly as he learns the mechanism. You’re about to help him out when you feel the thing snap open, the band around your ribcage becoming immediately looser. Then all that’s left is to shrug the straps down your arms and chuck the fabric away, leaving you totally bare-chested and exposed underneath Shoto. 

You half expect him to gawk at you. Or comment. Or just react in any way, considering the fact that he is a young man with a pair of boobs less than a ruler's length from him. You can remember some of the horror stories you’ve heard from your friends regarding some of their experiences and you’ve braced yourself for however, Shoto decides to react to seeing you this way for the first time. 

What you’re not ready for is for him to do nothing but dive right back into what he was doing before. He barely spares your chest a second look before he lowers himself again to mouth along your neck. His own bare chest presses right into your own now, as one of his hands slips between the pair of you to cup the outer curve of one of your breasts, barely touching it with just the light rubs of his thumb against the warmth of your skin. 

You almost say something about it - you’re not exactly sure what you plan to say but the words are there - however, your voice completely dies in your throat when Shoto decides to nip just a little at the skin of your shoulder. It sends a sudden ripple of shivers down your back and you have to bite down hard on your own bottom lip to prevent yourself from moaning outright. Shoto lets out a breathy snort against you and pulls his head back a little to give you a long look from beneath drooping eyelashes. 

“You like that?” 

You blink up at him and bite the inside of your cheek, feeling the heat flood to your cheeks. You nod anyway though, pushing back your skittishness for the sake of encouraging him to do it again. Shoto’s smile grows. 

“Noted.” 

And then he’s ducking down again, but lower this time. You suck in a sharp inhale between your teeth when the warmth of his breath first hits the bare skin of your boob. And then you let out a whine in earnest when his lips meet it, kissing the warm skin and flesh in a touch so light it’s barely there. 

Shoto smiles against you at your reaction, his eyes darting upward to take in your expression as his mouth continues to caress your skin. One of his hands slides down your body, from your shoulder to your waist to hold you in place with a firm grip against your skin. The other starts to journey around to your back before you grab at his wrist and interlock your fingers with his. He responds immediately, his grip on you tightening, and then the back of your hand is being pressed into the mattress next to your head, as his thumb rubs comforting patterns down the skin there. 

You feel his tongue poke out, tracing the curve of the flesh of your breast. And then he nips again, very very gently, sending spikes of heat bursting through your body and down towards your lower abdomen. 

Your free hand slides up along the back of his neck, and then back down to trace the contours of his back. He’s so warm, the skin of his left side especially, and you can’t help but pull him even closer, trying to have his body cover more of yours as his weight presses you further down into the mattress. Shoto lets out a low hum against you at the feeling, and then he pulls back. Sits up, his arms sliding around your back to pull you along with him. You follow along blindly, pushing yourself into a sitting position before letting Shoto drag you forward to straddle his lap once again. 

For a moment you stare down at him. In the dim light of the room, his blue and grey eyes are glinting. His hair is messy and his cheeks are a little flushed, and you honestly don’t think you’ve ever been more attracted to him in your entire life. Your hands slide up on their own accord, cradling his face, tracing his features. Your thumb rubs along his bottom lip. And then you smile, and he smiles right back at you; a cheeky, warm, lopsided grin that has one dimple appear on his right cheek. 

“Hi,” you whisper down to him, unable to hold back the giddiness that rushes through your chest when he chuckles lightly in return. His arms have circled around your back by now, pressing warm into your bare skin and you bask in the feeling, realising suddenly how happy you are to just be here, like this, with him. 

“I love you,” you mumble out to him, your voice a little muffled when he leans in. His nose brushes up against yours and for a moment the pair of you hover like that, lips just inches apart as your hearts pound against each other. Then Shoto takes a deep breath, his grip tightening on you just a little. 

“I love you,” he breathes back on you in return, his eyelashes flickering so close they brush over your cheeks. “Stay with me.” 

You kiss him in answer and he still tastes like cookies and cream. It draws you in completely, suffocates you, and suddenly you’re both moving again, much faster, much more hurried. Shoto’s hand goes to your hips and then he’s adjusting your position on top of him, moving your body very precisely. You almost want to ask what he’s doing but then you feel something pressing right up against you, against the fabric of your panties, and you realise immediately. A hot sigh escapes you,  a sigh that morphs itself into a very thinly veiled moan, and your eyelids flutter. 

Your hand slips down then, between your body and Shoto's, trailing along his exposed skin and then right to the buckle of his belt. It lingers there for a moment as you find yourself searching for Shoto's gaze, your free hand going to the side of his face. His eyes meet you're, one blue and one grey, and both hazy with too many emotions to count. Your lips brush against his as you whisper, "Let me touch you?" 

You feel the flutter of his sharp breath against your skin and then he's nodding, his hold on your body tightening just a little. You're still staring into his eyes, looking deep, searching for whatever you might find. And the amount of trust you find reflected back at you, it floods your chest with warmth. Love and trust are the two things that have been notoriously difficult for Shoto to entirely understand throughout most of his life, and yet they're the two things he's provided you with unconditionally. And you can't express in words just how much that means to you. 

Your fingers ghost over him, fluttering first up over the clothed bulge that's now straining at his pants. Your fingers shake just a little as the nerves get to you, so much so that you barely touch him at all. And yet the small pressure that you do provide is enough to have Shoto groaning, his eyes sliding shut as his lips part in a huffed exhale. 

You bite your lip, spurred on, and move your hand so you can tackle the buckle of his belt. You fumble with it for a  moment, the way your heart is pounding in your chest making your entire body jittery. But then Shoto slips a hand down to help you, his forehead falling onto your shoulder as he does so, and the pair of you are able to get the thing undone properly. You waste no time with popping the button of his trousers then, and soon they’re laying open too, exposing the dark blue briefs he’s wearing beneath. 

For a moment you hesitate, your heart in your throat. You’ve never done this before, never even attempted it - the two romantic partners you’d had before Shoto had both been at an age when sex wasn’t even a viable idea for you, and since you and Shoto, despite being you and Shoto , weren’t really together, it hasn’t really come up in the past. At least, not like now. 

You’re almost inclined to think that Shoto doesn’t want it, since he’d never expressed any kind of sexual attraction to you, or anyone else, throughout the entire time you’ve known him. At least, not to your knowledge. This thought makes you falter just for a moment, suddenly unsure as your hand hovers over him, and you wonder suddenly - despite everything that has already been said - if you’re taking things too far. 

Shoto seems to realise your dilemma. And he completely dismisses it with one small move, by taking your hand gently in his own and then pressing it down, to where his cock is still swelling in his briefs. The both of you suck in sharp breaths at the feeling, yours in surprise and his in bliss, and then your body relaxes, tipping forward slightly until your head falls into the crook of his neck. 

“Shoto,” you mumble against him, your heart racing. “Shoto, you’re-” 

You feel his hand on your back, rubbing up and down gently. “Shhh,” he whispers back to you as his other hand guides yours, helping you palm him over his clothes. “Here… it's okay.” 

You follow his movements, allowing for him to show you what to do at first. You’re a little flustered, both embarrassed because you’d frozen up, and curious at being encouraged to touch something you’d never had the chance to before. 

Your hand maps him, guided by his own until he eventually pulls it away and lets you touch him alone. He’s so warm, and hard enough that you can make out the shape of him through his briefs. And then, as you add a little more pressure, he lets out a soft groan. 

Your eyes jump to his face immediately, at first worried. But then you see it; the pleasure on his face, the way his cheeks are a little flushed and his lips are slightly parted.

Without thinking, you lean in to kiss him again, hard. Your tongue slips against his, as your heart races and he pushes back against you. You feel his hand against the back of your head, pulling you in. And you start to feel a little braver, turning your hand so you can rub against his crotch with more purpose. Shoto all but chokes against you.

“Does that…?” you whisper out, pulling back a little so you can gauge his reaction properly. “Does that feel… good?” 

Shoto exhales, a little shakily, and then looks up to meet your eyes. Slowly, almost nervously, he nods. 

“Keep going.” 

So you do. Growing in confidence with each second that passes, you start to rub him properly, trailing your fingers up and down his clothed cock, mapping its full length and shape until you feel like you might understand it. Your eyes dart up again then, wide and curious, and you catch Shoto’s gaze. The corner of his mouth twitches upwards. 

“You can touch it… properly,” he tells you, like he’s read your mind. “I want you to.” 

You can’t ignore the way your stomach jumps, full of butterflies. Then you nod at him and slide your way off his lap, allowing him to hook his fingers into the waistband of his briefs and begin to tug them, and his trousers, down his legs. 

He lies back once they’re gone, completely naked in your presence for the very first time, and you're… breathless. You can't stop staring at him, at all of him. The way his soft, floppy hair falls back from his face against the pillow, the way his skin glows golden in the flickering glow of your fairy lights. His eyes; ocean blue and stormy grey blink up at you, filled with warmth and care. His torso, lined with layers of muscle; not buff or built, but lithe, lean, like a figure skater. His chest rises and falls softly, the dips and curves of his abdominal muscles slipping between light and shadow. For a moment, you actually want to lick him, but then your eyes catch his once again and you lean up, towards his head. 

Your lips brush over his, feather-light and only for a moment. And then you move, pressing soft kisses along his cheeks and then up to his forehead. His eyes close when you reach his scar, a sigh slipping from him as you trace the burn mark with your lips as you’ve done so many times before. 

And then you slip down, down to his chin, to his jaw. You take a moment to nip along his neck, tasting his skin but careful not to leave any marks. And then you move to his pronounced collarbones where you can suck properly, and leave purple lovebites along his skin. He groans at the feeling, his hands sliding up your own body, up your back, to hold the back of your head. And then he pulls you back up to kiss you properly, his lips so soft and sweet against yours. 

“Touch me,” he breathes against your mouth, his eyelids fluttering. “Please.” 

So you do. You slide your hand down, to where his cock is standing tall, no longer restrained by the tight material of his briefs. And you begin the process of feeling him out again, with nothing to restrict you this time. 

As soon as you touch him, Shoto hisses. His eyes squeeze shut as you let your hand wrap around him, before sliding up towards the tip, and then you both let out soft sighs. It’s a new sensation for both of you; his cock feels unfamiliar in your hand, the skin is so soft and there’s a weight to it that you’re not used to. For him, it almost seems overwhelming, his head tilted back and his eyes tight shut. You watch the way his lips part as you run your thumb across the tip, your own lip caught between your teeth. He just looks so pretty like this; really, he always looks pretty but there’s something special now. Something. Maybe it's the flush in his cheeks or the way his breath isn't quite even. Or the way he responds to each touch from you. But it has you shifting, your eyes widening slightly as you feel something tug in the base of your gut. Involuntarily, your legs squeeze together, and a spike of heat flashes up your abdomen. Your lips part in a muffled whine. 

“Shoto…”

“More,” he mumbles to you then, eyes opening to give you a half-lidded look. “Please. More.” 

And so you give more. You speed up your pace, you find a proper rhythm, and stroke him. You make an effort to watch his reactions closely, repeating something when he seems to like it. And eventually, you have him moaning, whining under you. 

“Ho-ly shit,” Shoto chokes out, raising an arm to hide his face in his elbow. His hip buck involuntarily. “ Fuck-!”  

And then suddenly his hand snaps downwards, locking around your wrist to hastily pull your hand back. “Shit, shit, shit ,” he mumbles, eyes now wide as he pushes himself up to look at you. 

You look back, worried. “What’s wrong?” 

“I -” Shoto shakes his head. Then he flashes you a small smile. “Nothing’s wrong, I just almost…”

Your eyes widen a little. “Oh.”

“Yeah,” he mumbles. His smile grows and then he reaches forward to run his fingers along the side of your face. “You’re… really good at that.” 

Warmth sparks in your chest and floods to your cheeks. You glance down and then back up, shuffling forward a little. “I am?” 

Shoto leans in. ”Yeah,” he breathes to you, pulling you closer. Your lips brush his as you break into a small smile, allowing for him to guide you up onto his lap once again. You kiss him properly, hands sliding up to tangle in his hair. His go to your hips, his grip loose until you make the voluntary effort to roll yourself against him. Then his fingers tighten, digging into you as he whines against your mouth. 

You do it again, smiling more so to yourself than anything else when his breath hitches in his throat. And you want to continue, until he stops you, pulling away from your lips to stare up at you with hazy eyes. 

“Wait,” he tells you softly. “I want … Can I touch you?” 

You suck in a short breath when you realise what he means, your hands tightening in his hair on instinct. And then, a little shakily, you nod. 

“Okay.” 

“You sure?” Shoto mumbles, seeming to sense your nerves. “It's okay if you don’t want to.”

But you shake your head, gnawing on your lip a little before flashing him a soft smile. “No, I want to,” you mumble, your nose bumping up against his. “Please, touch me.” 

For emphasis, you grab his hand, like he’d done for you, and guide it. Down your front, to where your skirt is still fastened around your waist. For a moment, he hesitates. And so you take the lead and shift, tugging the zipper down so you can rid yourself of the green fabric. 

Shoto sucks in a small breath at the sight of your panties beneath; they’re nothing special, just black, with little pieces of lace detailing. They’re not even the nicest ones you own and yet, as he looks down at you, you feel so warm. So loved. When he reaches a finger out, to trace across the tiny bow on the front, a shiver passes up your body. And then you reach for him, take his hand once again, and guide it down between your legs, to where your need for him is burning .

You feel more than hear the way Shoto gasps when his fingers first brush over the space between your legs. You’re sure your panties are soaking when by now, with how turned on you were from seeing him almost reach his climax. And when he presses a little harder, up into the warmth of you, you feel it too; the way the fabric is completely soaked through. 

“You…” Shoto mumbles out, his eyes still fixed on where he’s stroking back and forth over the fabric. “You’re so…” 

You bite your lip and pull him a little closer, arms sliding around his neck. “Yeah,” you mumble out in reply, letting your head rest against his shoulder. “Keep going.” 

He does, fingers exploring your folds over your soaked panties, feeling up every inch of you like you’d done with him. And then, with a glance to your face to make sure you’re okay, he pulls them to the side to touch you properly. 

Your body tenses a little when you feel him there for the first time, his fingers so cold against the flaming heat of your pussy. But then, as he swipes his fingers up and down your slit, collecting your slick, you grow accustomed and roll your hips into the feeling. Your breath catches in your throat when his knuckle rubs up against your clit, and then Shoto pauses to observe you, just like you had done with him. The corner of his mouth quirks, and he does it again, rubs every so softly against you. You let out a sharp whine as pleasure shoots through your gut, and Shoto’s grin grows. 

“You like that?” he whispers to you, peering up at you through his eyelashes. And you can only manage a nod in return as he does it a third time, letting his finger linger now, and you all but melt into his chest. 

Something glints deep within his eyes and when he looks at you again, his gaze is filled with a determination you don’t quite recognise. He leans in, his lips ghosting along your neck. “Noted,” he mumbles softly, pausing for just a moment. And then you have to stifle a full moan as he draws a circle right over your clit and sends shocks of pleasure crackling up your spine like bolts of electricity. 

You barely need to tell him what to do. Shoto’s always been unusually observant and he gets the hang of how to pleasure you so quickly it’s almost scary. His focus remains on your clit, his thumb positioned over it and drawing constant tight circles against you. But his other fingers explore too, dipping down to swipe up more of your arousal, exploring your slit and your heat, slipping inside once or twice. The whole time, you’re whimpering and whining, shaking in his arms as he figures out how to make you feel good. And then you feel it; the tug, the build, the rise towards your climax. 

“Sho -” you choke out, hands sliding up into his hair to get his attention. “Sho, I’m close.” 

“You want me to stop?” he breathes back to you, pausing only for a second. And immediately, you shake your head because god , you’ve never felt this good before. Not ever. 

The small smirk returns to Shoto’s face and he leans in to press a kiss to your shoulder.

“Then let go for me, okay?” he mumbles into your skin, lips tickling you as he speaks. “It’s okay.”

You whine as his pace speeds up again, his thumb in particular sends waves and waves of bliss through your core. You're practically dripping now, it would almost be embarrassing if Shoto didn’t seem to be spurred on by the feeling. And then suddenly something tugs in your gut, pulling taut, and your whole body goes rigid with the realisation that he’s actually about to make you cum. 

“Shoto,” you breathe out, grabbing onto him tighter as you search for something to ground yourself. “Shoto, fuck !” 

He kisses your shoulder again, and then your neck, trailing his lips across your skin. “You can do it,” he whispers to you, so soft and so gentle that you’re sure something in your chest melts. “Just let go, my love.” 

And then you do, your orgasm rippling through you as the tightness in your abdomen snaps and you slump against Shoto, your entire body tingling. 

He doesn’t let go of you, not for the whole time, even as your limbs tremble and your hands tug at his hair and you suck in heavy, choked breaths from where your head is buried in his shoulder. His fingers slow to a snail's pace, just milking you enough to draw the pleasure out while his other hand runs up and down your back, soothing you. And when you do eventually pull back, finally recovering, he sends you the softest, most breathtaking smile you think you’ve ever seen. 

“You’re amazing,” he tells you in a whisper when you lean your forehead against his. “So amazing.” 

You kiss him in answer because you haven’t quite got the words to reply properly. 

There’s a pause then, a long moment of silence as the both of you seem to get your bearings again. And then, as your senses return to you, you realise you can still feel him, achingly hard and solid beneath you. And you realise the need is still there within you, deep down and not entirely satiated despite just having had the best orgasm of your life. 

“Shoto,” you whisper to him, your voice shaky and weak. “Shoto, I…”

“We can stop,” he tells you softly, raising a hand to cup the sides of your face. “If you want to, we can stop.” 

You shake your head immediately, already shifting yourself on his lap. “No,” you mumble out, “no, I want… I wanna keep going…. if - if that’s what you…?” 

“I want that too,” Shoto tells you immediately, his gaze so warm and loving. “I want that. Can… can I roll you over?” 

As you nod in agreement, he winds an arm around your waist. And then he flips the both of you over onto the mattress, so now you’re beneath him, staring up at him, getting to see the way the fairy lights flicker off his messy hair and the side of his face. 

For a moment, you pause, reach up just to stare up at him with a look of absolute adoration clouding your features. He is gorgeous , you can’t help but think again. So, so gorgeous. 

But then you feel him as he shifts, settling himself between your bent legs. You feel his cock, still hard, rubbing up against you, and you moan because you want him. You want him more than you think you’ve ever wanted anything in your whole life. 

Your hand slips down, practically ripping your ruined panties from your body and then, finally, you’re both completely bare and pressed up against each other, for the very first time in either of your lives. 

“Shoto,” you whisper, blinking up at him. And then he’s leaning down, his nose bumping yours before your lips find his. His kiss is soft, sweet, innocent, and you can’t help but be taken back in that moment, to the first time you’d kissed him, over a year ago on his birthday, when the pair of you had ended up alone together out of pure coincidence. You’d been crying then, because you’d know about the rules, about your parents' ultimatum and their threat to pull you from UA if you tried anything. You’d felt guilty about wanting him back then like you were doing something bad. 

You don’t feel any guilt now, as he pulls away from you to stare down at you with a gaze filled with love and wonder. You don’t feel any guilt, just love. For him. 

“Please,” you whisper up to him. “Shoto, I need you.” 

“I need you too,” he breathes down to you. His head dips and he begins to kiss along your neck. At the same time, you can feel him taking himself in hand, positioning his hips, readying himself to slide into you. 

When he finally does, it feels… weird. There’s a pressure that you don’t recognise, and don’t quite like. It makes you tense up as he pushes forward, your thighs clamping around his hips as your hands dig into his shoulders. Shoto pauses when he feels your body go rigid, looking down at you with worry in his expression. Then he leans down to press his lips to your forehead, pausing for one long moment to let you situate yourself. 

You take a few seconds, suck in a long slow breath, and then send him a nod to tell him to continue. He does and it’s almost bearable - the stretch and the pressure, it almost is. Until it’s not and your eyes begin to burn with unshed tears. Shoto stops again. 

“Shhh,” he whispers to you, his hands on either side of your face. “It’s okay. Do you want me to stop?”

“N-no,” you mumble out, your eyes squeezed shut as you try to breathe through the burn. “No, don’t stop. Just… give me some time.” 

“Okay,” Shoto tells you, nothing but calm. “Okay.” 

You nod in thanks and turn your head to press your temple against his. He’s so warm and he smells like him , like he always has. He’s so familiar despite the unknown you’re facing right now, and it slows your heart rate a little. When shoto’s thumbs brush up against the sides of your face, you almost smile. 

“Does it hurt?” he whispers down to you. “Are you in pain?” 

You bite the inside of your cheek. “It…” you mumble eventually, not wanting to lie but also not wanting to worry him. “It… does hurt. But it’s fading. I can deal with it.” 

“As long as you’re sure,” he tells you and presses a kiss to your forehead. 

You take a few more seconds, breathing as calmly as you can. And then you tell him to continue. And this time, you don’t ask him to stop, not until he’s filled you completely as you’re clinging to him, eyes wide and heart racing as you experience a completely new feeling, one you’d never even imagined before. 

You feel so close to him, to Shoto. You can feel him, so much of him. You can feel his heartbeat, pounding in his chest which is pressed right up against your own. His head drops into the crook of your neck and then you can feel his breath, warm along your skin. His hands on you are gentle, warm, and for a moment you almost think you’re going to cry. It’s overwhelming, to say the least but it’s also… good. Really good. 

“Can I…” Shoto starts out, raising his head to look at you again. “Can I move?” 

You swallow, staring up at him with hazy eyes. And then, slowly, you nod. 

His first thrust is completely overwhelming, for both of you. The feeling of him moving inside you, the slide of him against your inner walls, it’s so much. You can feel so much. And Shoto too, seems to feel it, as his face contorts and he lets out a choked groan. 

“Oh my…” 

“Sho,” you mumble out as your eyes flutter. “Sho, more.” 

His hips pull back again and then slip forward. And then again, and again, until he’s found his rhythm. It’s unpracticed, a little sloppy, but you can feel everything. So much it has you choking on your own moans as your hands scrabble for purchase in his head and his head drops to press against your collarbone. 

“B-baby,” he mumbles out, his lips brushing up against your skin as he presses into you over and over again. “Baby you feel so…”

“Sh-Shoto,” you whine to him as finally, it starts to build. The warmth in your gut, the pleasure, it starts to expand, tightening up your throat and making your legs shake. One of Shoto's hands slides down, down your body and to your thigh, and without missing a beat he hooks it around, over his body. This changes the angle a little, the angle at which he’s sliding into you, and suddenly you feel like you’re seeing stars. He’s hitting a spot inside you now, a stop that’s so deep, and yet, it makes your entire body tremble. Especially when his hand moves from your thigh to between your bodies, to play idly with your clit. You actually jump then, tears flooding your eyes as you pull him even closer and bury your moans in the muscle of his shoulder. 

Shoto reciprocates your grip, his arm sliding around your back so he can pull you in. And he keeps going, rolling his hips steadily as the both of you begin to rise, riding the wave of your building orgasms. 

“Fuck,” Shoto chokes, moaning your name against you. And you whine back s your hands scratch down his back and then up into his hair. 

“Shot,” you squeak, your legs squeezing around his hips. “Shoto, oh my god I'm gonna-!” 

“Yeah,” he hisses back. “M-me too. C-can I stay-?”

“Inside,” you choke back. “Please.”

Shoto nods. And then he presses forward again, nose to your shoulder and holding you as close as is physically possible. You moan a few more times, your hips rolling in time with his. And then your body seizes up as finally, you get there, reaching the peak and then crashing down as a thick wave of pleasure all but wipes out every sense you have. 

Vaguely you register Shoto grunting out your name before he too reaches his climax. And then he collapses on top of you, pressing you down into the mattress as the both of you tremble and whine and experience the euphoria together. 

It takes you a while to come back from it. A good few minutes of holding onto Shoto like your life depends on it, your muscles shaky and weak and your entire body buzzing. Shoto doesn’t move from on top of you either, his head remaining where it is buried in your neck. You can feel his hand on your back, rubbing slow circles into your skin. And then, suddenly, he rolls, pulling the both of you over so you’re resting on top of him once again. 

You look down at him with heavy eyes, your lips parted just slightly and your chest still heaving. Without a word, Shoto pulls you down into a long kiss. 

You only pull away when you're breathing is evened out. And then you’re able to look at Shoto a little clearer, with eyes less clouded. He sends you a small smile. 

“That was good.” 

You can’t help the snort you let out, which devolves into a breathy laugh as you flop forward and let your forehead rest against his chest. 

“Yeah,” you agree eventually, still smiling. “Yeah. Really good.” 

“I love you.” 

“I love you too,” you tell him. Your eyes meet when you raise your head again, and the pair of you share a long, warm look. 

Eventually, you roll off him. Pull yourself away, allow him to slide out of you, and settle down beside him on the bed. You’re warm, very warm, but you still reach for your blankets. Pull them up and over the both of you as you stare up around your bedroom, allowing your heart rate to stabilise. 

Shoto reaches for you, hand going to the side of your head so he can press a long kiss to your temple. When he pulls back, he smiles. 

“So… can I call myself your boyfriend now?” 

You shift yourself, rolling onto your side to face him. And you give him a cheeky smile back.

“Still gotta wait until tomorrow.”

One of Shoto’s eyebrows quirks. Then he turns himself around, and pulls away from you for a moment to reach for something on the floor beside your bed. When he comes back, you realise he’s got his phone in his hand. The screen glows, brighter than anything else in the room, and you catch a flash of the time. 

01:16 am

“Technically,” Shoto mumbles, rolling back over to look at you. The corner of his mouth twitches upwards. “Technically, it is tomorrow.’ 

Your own grin grows and then you lean towards him, hand going to the back of his head so you can pull him towards you to kiss him. 

“Then I guess you are my boyfriend,” you mumble out when you pull away, smiling uncontrollably. Shoto smiles back and nuzzles into you. 

“Guess I am.” You feel him let out a long sigh. “It feels good.” 

“It feels good to be your girlfriend,” you tell him in a low voice, before pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder. “Real good.” 

The pair of you stay like that for a moment, basking in each other. Then something catches your eyes over Shoto’s shoulder and you pull away from him. “Shit.” 

“What?” Shoto follows you as you sit up and begin to shuffle off the bed, his eyebrows furrowing in concern. “What’s wrong?” 

“I -” you shake your head as you reach the end of the bed and peer over it, towards the tub that’s still sitting on the bedside table. Your face crumples and your voice comes out in a disappointed, childish whine. 

“My ice cream is all melted!” 

Shoto doesn’t stop laughing for almost five minutes. 

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[dracowars]

Hi!! Can i request a Draco Malfoy x Reader, where the reader notices Draco starting to act suspicious. And being his girlfriend, he'd normally tell her anything and everything. But he'd been hiding something. So she confronts him. And after much much prodding from her, he finally spills his secret and shows her the dark mark on his arm. And he gets nervous and she tells him that she'd get it to if it meant that he'd be completely himself again. (I've just really been wanting a evil, villainous couple.)

forever, you and me | draco malfoy

pairing: draco x reader

word count: 1,1k

summary: where draco reveals the dark mark to y/n

a/n: i loved writing this, i hope you enjoy reading <3 reblogs and feedbacks are always appreciated!

warnings: angst, cursing, a bit toxic

universe: harry potter

“I can’t help you if you don’t finally tell me what’s going on, Draco!”, you raise your voice unintentionally, but somehow intentional because otherwise the message does not seem to get through to him at all. It has been like this for weeks, he keeps acting weird, not like himself as if he had been replaced by an empty, emotionless shell, and every time you bring this up, he brushes you off like it is nothing. Not only are you incredibly frustrated at this point, but you are also angry. You know that something is bothering him so much that he does not even dare to talk to you about it, although you used to tell each other everything.

In the meantime, it worries you so much that you feel physically and mentally ill. You haven’t closed your eyes at night ever since you woke up one night, after sneaking into Draco’s room, and he disappeared in the middle of the night, gone somewhere only he knows. The next morning, he did not even think to apologize to you when you saw him in the Great Hall. That was the first time you really realized that something was terribly wrong.

It hurts that he does not confide in you, but it pains you even more that he is suffering, and you can’t help him because he just won’t let you near him anymore. You can say whatever you want, you can do whatever you want, but he ignores you like you do not even exist, like you are not the one person who could potentially help him. You would do anything for him, and you thought he knew that. Which does not seem to be the case, which is why you are not sorry for the cruel words you are now spitting at him.

“So you’re back to playing the arrogant asshole everyone thinks you are, hm?”, you provoke him furiously, not allowing him to treat you like this anymore. “If that’s the case, then I don’t want to be with you anymore either, Draco. I can’t keep running after you only for you to push me away over and over again!”

“You have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about, Y/N. Just stay out of it”, Draco replies, visibly annoyed by your words. What you do not know, however, is that your words hit him hard and for a few seconds he actually forgets how to breathe as his heart contracts painfully. He can’t help himself, he does not know what to do either.

“I would fucking do anything for you, Draco, ANYTHING! What does it take to get that into the thick skull of yours?!”, you practically yell at him now, reproachfully pressing your index finger against his chest with every word. The way he pulls away from you, the way he takes so many steps back until his back is against the wall of his room like he is trying to escape from you, breaks your heart. But since it was broken before anyway, you do not feel the pain at that moment.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you!”, you command and look at him intently, but his eyes remain fixed on the ground. He lets you yell at him as much as you want, but he still won’t tell you anything.

“Leave me alone”, Draco murmurs so softly you can barely hear it. When he turns to escape the room, you grab his arm and stop him from leaving. As soon as you touch him, however, he flinches, almost in pain, and yanks his arm away from you with so much force that the momentum causes you to take a step towards him.

It is in that moment when you see Draco’s tear-filled eyes that you know no one will leave this room without unraveling this secret that has been destroying the both of you for so long.

“Draco, babe. Please tell me what’s wrong”, you ask him again, this time very calmly and so carefully that you even startle yourself at how quickly your mood can change. “I only want to help you. It’s me, Y/N. You remember? Forever, we said.”

Draco, who is holding the arm you just touched protectively against his chest, is now looking directly at you, and for a brief moment you think you see the darkness within his eyes being pushed aside by light. You would do anything in your power to take all the pain and suffering away from him, transferring all of it to yourself so he does not have to endure it any longer.

“You wouldn’t be able to look at me anymore”, Draco murmurs sadly, cupping his wrist in his hand like he is in excruciating pain.

“What nonsense are you talking about? You know I will always be by your side”, you softly whisper and take another step towards his trembling figure. “No matter what it is, I will stay with you. I promise. I love you, Draco, and I can’t handle this uncertainty any longer.”

Nervously, his eyes meet yours, alternating between them as he fiddles with the hem of his white shirt, buttoning and unbuttoning the sleeve. You take this as a sign that you are allowed to come closer, which you do. Tenderly putting your hand on his shoulder, you look at his hands.

“Show me.”

You could not have guessed that Draco looks away at your words as he rolls up the sleeve of his shirt and reveals his skin to you, as if he were infinitely ashamed of what he is now showing you. What he is revealing to you here and now makes you stagger briefly, but the fear that is clearly visible in his face causes you to control your emotions. He needs you. So much like he never did before.

Not knowing what to say, how best to convince him that you will stay by his side even though this horrible tattoo adorns his forearm, you express what comes to your mind first.

“If it means that you will be your true self again, then I want to be a part of it, too.”

The shock, but also the slight relief that breaks across Draco’s features, immediately tells you what you have to do from now on. You can also see him struggling with himself, however, for not wanting to pull you into this mess, but your decision was made the moment he revealed the truth. That is why, when he wants to say something, you softly put your finger on his lips to silence him. Looking deep into his beautiful eyes, you can almost hear his heartbeat as loud as yours, not able to suppress a tiny smile.

“Forever, as I promised.”

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[midnightreid]

Dirty Thing | Eddie Munson

Request: an eddie x reader where reader is giving eddie SO much attitude and just egging him on all day (maybe even flirts with steve just to really get under his skin) and eventually eddie just has enough and puts her in her place. spanking, use of his handcuffs, using his bandana as a gag because she just won’t stop mouthing off because this is exactly what she wanted while he fucks her so hard she’s screaming and squirting all over his cock and he just keeps going.

Summary: You've pushed the limit with teasing Eddie tonight, and he's going to do everything in your power to eat your own words. Hold on tight little thing. The reader is AFAB, but uses gender-neutral pronouns!

Warnings: SMUT, 18+, oral (reader receiving), teasing, handcuffs, gag, spanking, DOM! EDDIE, sub reader, mouthy reader, unprotected sex, swearing, mention of a safeword (but not used), aftercare!

Word Count: 3.7k

A/N: I really enjoyed writing this piece after my 3 week writing break, and especially after some other requests have been hard to write. This just came so easily, and anon I hope you enjoy it!

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Sometimes, Eddie was the most patient man, always charming, always waiting for his turn and always willing to meet your needs. But tonight, after he watched you dance with all his bandmates after a show, in tight jeans wrapped around your figure and a shirt that left hardly anything to the imagination, Eddie wasn’t playing around anymore. 

When the two of you finally arrived back at his trailer in the very early hours of the morning, he was near fuming, slamming the door closed behind him and throwing his keys on the bench before turning on you. Sure, you liked seeing him riled up, liked making your boy feel the lust running through his veins to a point he couldn’t do anything but kiss you till you were out of breath, but this was something new.

“You know, you can be a fucking tease when you want to.” His finger is right in his face as he glares at you, and if you didn’t know him well, you think he was actually angry. But this was Eddie, and as much as he liked having you to himself, he also adored showing you off. 

“Oh yeah, Eds? If I’m a tease, then I don’t even know what you were when you let Jennifer Lewis grind against you on stage.” You looked up at him through your lashes, yet Eddie wasn’t phased. 

“We always do that, sweetheart. But you never dance with the boys, you never let them touch you…you never let them…” His voice dropped off then as he gazed down at your figure, brown eyes darkening in the low light of the living room, and you knew right then that he wasn’t even angry, jealous maybe. 

“Of course I never let them touch me, Eddie.” One of your hands moves up to hold his shoulder, bringing him closer to you and letting him lean slightly into your touch. He ducks his head down somewhat so he can see you better through his long hair, and for a moment all he wants to do is kiss. “You’re the only one allowed to touch me, baby. Only one I’ll let kiss me, hold me, fuck me.” 

Eddie’s had it then, and without a moment of warning, he’s pressing you against a wall and kissing you breathless. His kisses are hard, and he’s got his whole body on yours, a hand in your hair and another holding your waist tightly. This is exactly what you wanted, and when his tongue presses against the crease of your lips, you can’t help but let out a desperate moan, not caring if you sounded so needy. 

He’s lapping it up, a hand wandering underneath your shirt and pressing against the skin of your stomach, making goosebumps rise up on your skin as his mouth moves from your lips and latches itself to your neck. He’s got you right where he wants you then, whining and bucking against him in a futile attempt to get more of what you wanted. You should be worried about the marks he was leaving, but you could care less, especially when he nips at your pulse point and soothes it with the tip of his tongue. 

“You know, I was thinking of taking it easy on you tonight, be soft and gentle…but I think I’ve decided to change plans.” Eddie picks you up then, hands gripping your thighs against his waist and lips pressed to your collarbone as he walks you towards his bedroom, kicking the door behind him. “If you want to be a little minx at one of my shows, then I’ll make you realise what you’re really in for.” He drops you on the bed then and towers over you.

“Oh, you think you can tame me, Munson? I’d like to see you try.” Eddie’s tether snaps then, and he’s kissing you again, a hand trapping both of yours above your head, and he’s lapping up the moans that spill from your mouth. Your eye catches something glinting to the side, and when you turn your head so he can have access to your throat again, you see the handcuffs in his hand, the ones that he always kept in his back pocket. You knew you were in for it then, but you only smirked, winking at Eddie when he caught your gaze.

“Fine then, have it your way. Now, remember, say “fire” if you need me to stop, okay baby?” Eddie’s watching you to make sure you’re listening, a hand cupping your face gently to keep your attention. But you nod, a grin wide on your face that makes Eddie grin back. 

“Do what you want with me, Eds.” With that confirmation, Eddie locks the cuffs around your wrist and hooks them around the headboard of his bed, stretching your arms out to a comfortable degree. He strips his jacket and shirt then, throwing the clothes to some corner of the room, and then his lips are back on your skin. 

It’s like Eddie can’t get enough of the taste of your skin, slightly sweet and just that little bit salty against his tongue, and when he breathes in your scent, he feels like he’s in heaven. But already you’re whining for more, demanding that he put his hands on you, make you come and devour you like you know he wants to, and he can’t have that. 

There’s a loud ripping sound that catches your attention, and suddenly your shirt is in pieces on the bed, giving Eddie clear sight of your perfect tits, which he doesn’t hesitate to pinch and massage. He’s always adored your tits, loves seeing them at every angle, loves watching as your nipples harden and can’t get enough of seeing the little bruises his mouth leaves from love bites that litter your skin. And when he finally gets his mouth on them tonight, he can’t help but let out a loud moan, finding some relief with your hot skin against his lips. 

“Fuck, baby, you’re so good with your mouth.” Eddie can’t help but smirk around your nipple in response to your praise, and when he pinches it gently between his teeth, your back is arching up into his touch, skin shining in the light of his bedroom lamp. You’re moaning loudly at the feeling of his biting touch, and your fingers are twisting in the chain of the cuffs. Eddie is lapping up the sight, his fingers playing with the waistband of the tiny skirt you’re wearing; the one you deliberately wore to rile him up. 

He knew what was underneath, and when he dipped his fingers under the hem and pressed them against your covered mound, he nearly laughed at how wet you were, feeling the tips of his fingers already being soaked.

“Damn, little thing. All I’ve done is play with your tits, and you’re already soaking through your panties. Who knew you were so easy for me?” His words were teasing, dripping with lust and want for you when he spoke near your ear, and all you could do was buck into his touch, wishing he’d move on quickly and give you some relief. 

“Eddie, please! Stop teasing me, fucking hell.” Eddie snaps his gaze up to you, and you know instantly you’ve made a mistake, but you’re also not going to take your words back. His eyes have a new fire in them, and for a moment he stills, thinking over his next move. 

He doesn’t take long, and soon you’re on your stomach against the bed, your ass over his lap and not having another second to breathe before his hand is hitting your ass. He’s not taking it easy on you, not starting off gentle or giving you a moment to relax. Instead, his hand is harsh against your skin, the cool metal of his rings sending shocks down your spine in equal parts pleasure and pain, and fuck, you can’t get enough.

“You think you get to demand things from me tonight? Whine and bed and be a bossy little thing?” Eddie slams his hand down against your ass once more, earning a pitchy whine from you, music to his ears, and he can’t help but grin when he sees a tear fall from your eye. “No, not tonight doll. You just get to lie here and take what I give you and trust me, tonight you might not be so lucky to get off like you want to. Now, count to ten for me, baby.”

As you count, he spanks, sometimes landing hits directly over your ass, and other times on the crease between your thighs and ass, letting your skin bloom with blotchy handprints. He can’t help but grin as he sees the effect he’s having on you, watching your skin transform and hearing your blissed-out sobs. You’re such a mess already, and he’s enjoying every second of it. 

When you finally yell out “ten”, Eddie leans down to press kisses to your abused skin, moving so that he can run a hand down your back to soothe you, saying “you’re perfect, the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen”. And when he turns you over, he can’t help but lean up and kiss you, gentle and sweet. 

After giving you a couple of minutes to breathe as he runs his fingers through your hair and strips the two of you of your remaining clothes, his tormenting side comes out once again, and soon he’s got your legs hiked over his shoulders, and without a moment to lose, his lips are on your cunt. 

You’re so wet, come dripping down your thighs already, and as much as Eddie wants to make another quip at how soaked you are for him, he’d rather get a taste of you first. His arm is around your waist, keeping you against the mattress, and when he lets his tongue flick against the lips of your cunt, you can’t help but wail, hands balling into fists. You’re so hot, and Eddie groans at the sight in front of him, and the taste on his tongue. Sure, he’s been down on you plenty of times before in various situations, but it always gets better. 

Eddie’s also grinding his hips against the mattress, trying to find some sort of friction that will give him some sense of relief, and he wishes for a moment that your hands weren’t cuffed so you could pull his hair like he always loves, but for now, this is perfect, and when he laps your juices up and rubs circles around your clit, he watches as you see stars.

“Oh, fuck, Eddie, I’m so close, so so close!” You’re panting above him, and his gaze is trained on your heaving tits. He can’t help but let his hand leave your shaking thigh so he could massage one of your breasts, and the new sensation has you moaning uncontrollably. 

“Oh, listen to all those pretty noises you’re making for me, darlin. Such a good thing. Just a bit longer, and I’ll give you everything you need.” Eddie’s mouth only leaves you long enough to speak, but he sees you nod in understanding, mouth open in a heavenly sigh that he wished he had recorded. 

And then he’s diving back in, licking you like no tomorrow and trying to suck every ounce of pleasure from you. Your thighs are tight around his head, but he doesn’t mind, just chuckles against you when you whine once again. But you’re sick of the teasing, and when it seems like he’s going to pull away again, you cry out.

“For fucks sake, Munson, get on with it.” Everything freezes then, and for a moment, you’re both too stunned to speak. And then Eddie’s looking at you, eyes hard and mouth pulled into a frown, chin covered in your juices. You should be scared, should try and apologise for going against his wishes, but you’re frozen in place, and then he’s got a hand in your hair and he’s pulling you up to be level with his gaze.

“I was so close to giving you exactly what you wanted, doll. But of course, you had to go and ruin it, I thought I taught you better.” He let you go then, and you fell back against the bed, watching him closely as he paces the room. Eddie grabs something from the desk then, and you can’t see it clearly before he’s in front of you again, straddling your thighs with a sinister grin on his face. “Have it your way then. If you can’t be a good little thing, then I guess I’m going to have to make you.” 

Eddie holds up the bandana then, and he grins as your eyes widen suddenly, your teeth biting down on your bottom lip to try and hide your excitement. Eddie knew you weren’t scared, and he knew you also wouldn’t back down until it got too much, but he still watched your expressions closely to make sure you were okay. That’s also why he placed the bell in your hand, another assurance that you were safe and secure, and if you dropped the bell, he’d stop everything in a heartbeat. 

“You okay with this baby?” Eddie gently lifts your head so he can wrap the bandana around your head so that it covers your mouth, but he doesn’t tie it until you confirm with a soft “yes” and lean into his touch. He smiles then, makes sure the gag isn’t too tight and that your hair won’t get caught in the material, then he leans back to look down at his work; your tear-stained face, bruised skin, sweaty torso and covered mouth. “Good good, now I really get to have you how I want to.” 

He stands up and shifts you so that you’re flat against the bed, a pillow pushed underneath your bruised ass and one under your head so you’re not tilting your head uncomfortably. He’s wiped his face down with his discarded shirt too, sick of the sticky feeling on his lips. And then he grabs his old Polaroid camera from its home on the shelf, makes sure it’s has film, and then turns and snaps a picture of you. His eyes glint as he takes picture after picture, getting all your angles and when he takes a picture of your glistening cunt and the mess you’ve made on the sheets, he can’t help but groan and rub a hand over his very neglected cock. He’s had enough then, puts the camera back and decides he’ll look at the photos later, and then he’s on you then.

Eddie starts by kissing you exactly where you want him, lips against your cunt again. Then he’s moving up, over the crease of your thighs and up your hips, making a little trail against your stomach and between your tits, giving each one a teasing squeeze. And then he’s at your neck, and he can’t help but leave more marks on your already bitten skin, relishing the whine you let out against the bandana. 

“You know, there’s one thing that never changes about you, doll. Even when you’re being a complete brat and forcing me to put you in your place, you always make my cock go rock hard. Hell, if I didn’t know better, I’d say it’s your best talent.” He’s leaning over you then, the tip of your cock hitting your chin and leaving a trail of pre-cum against your skin, and he hums at the sight. But he’s getting distracted again and knows if he wastes any more time, he won’t be lasting long tonight. 

Eddie’s lining up then between your legs, your ankles hooked over his back and his gaze capturing yours, and when he looks down at where the both of you are about to connect, he lets out a blissful sigh before sinking right in. 

The moan that escapes through the bandana is sinful, and Eddie doesn’t even give you a moment to adjust, he just starts thrusting into you at a punishing pace. It’s so fucking good that your eyes roll to the back of your neck when he grips your hips and pulls you closer to him, grinding up against your hip and letting his lips go down to yours, capturing you in a bruising kiss. 

Eddie puts all his effort into getting the both of you off then, and when he lifts your hips from the bed and angels his hips deeper, you’re suddenly crying out with abandon, trying to grip onto something that’ll ground you into the moment. He’s never been this rough before, but you’re loving every minute of it, sobbing against the bandana and jolting with the force of his thrusts. 

And then he’s rubbing circles against your sweet spot and you’re seeing a whole galaxy in your eyes, swirling around above you as he tries to push you over that cliff of pleasure that you’re dying to finally get. You deserve it, you’ve been such a good sweetheart for him, but Eddie’s also missing the sounds you always let out, and suddenly he’s tearing the bandana off your mouth and kissing you hard, a hand tangled in your hair to keep you close.

“There we go, doll, scream for me. Let me know how good I’m making you feel. Let me hear you get fucked.” You’re wailing, the sounds mixing in with the pounding of Eddie’s hips and the wet sounds of where the both of you connect, and your head is thrashing against the pillows, a small pool of drool gathering on the material. 

You’re fucked out, so perfect for Eddie, and when he lets you come, finishing you off with a powerful push of his hips, you’re screaming into the night, body shaking and rocking against his to drain every ounce of pleasure. He feels something hitting his chest and rolling down his stomach then, and when he looks down, his eyes widen and lips curve into a grin, watching as the cum you’ve squirted paints his pale skin, glistening in the light of the lamp.

“Oh, that’s it, darlin, such a good baby, squirting all over my cock, making such a mess for me.” He doesn’t stop pounding into you, doesn’t give you a break to collect your thoughts and try, but instead he’s chasing his own release, flipping you over so you’re on your stomach and your ass is in the air, another perfect picture to add to his memory. 

“Eddie, please, please cum, I’m-,” You cut yourself off when another orgasm rocks through you, even stronger than the first, and neither of you expected it. And when Eddie sees you come again, feels your walls tighten around his aching cock, he loses it, bucking into your sweet cunt and cumming finally.

You’re so full, and you can feel his release dripping down your thighs and you’re sure it’s adding to the mess on the sheets, but neither you or Eddie care, especially as he wraps his arms around your waist and rests his body against your back to gain his breath again, pressing delicate kisses to the curve of your shoulder.

The both of you rest in silence for a while, neither having the words for a conversation, but then Eddie’s getting up, grabbing a towel from the back of his desk chair and wiping himself down. He unlocks the handcuffs from around your wrists without you asking, and watches you carefully as you turn to him and smile; a smile that’s so blissful and happy. He can’t help but chuckle at your expression and gently cleans you up.

“I’ve got some cream for you in my draw, but you’re also gonna have to go to the bathroom, doll. Do you want some help?” Eddie doesn’t even wait for a response, and ever the gentlemen lifts you up from the bed and carries you quietly to the bathroom, resting you down on the toilet. “When you’re ready, I’ll have some clothes for you to sleep in.” You nod, and the man leaves you for a moment for you to pee and clean up properly, and on shaky legs, you walk back to the bedroom.

He’s already put clean sheets on the bed, opened up the bedroom window, got two glasses of water and has the cream ready on the bedside table. He helps you into the fresh clothes then, an oversized Metallica tee and a pair of his briefs, and when you’re ready, he lets you lie down so he can rub cream on your bruised ass, making the marks sting less, and then he rubs the cream into the marks left by the handcuffs.

“So, turns out I do know how to push your buttons.” Eddie laughs loudly at your remark and offers you a glass of water to drink. You look at him, his hair a mess and cheeks pink, and he pulls you to him when you finish drinking. 

“Oh sure, but I might need a week to recover from that. And you might need a week to be able to walk straight again.” He’s pressing kisses to the side of your head, and you’re resting lazily against him. “You want any food, I’m pretty sure I’ve got leftover pizza in the fridge?” You shake your head in response, resting your head on his chest and burrowing under the warm comforter.

“Not right now, Eds. I just wanna sleep. What time even is it?” You’re half asleep already, and Eddie has you wrapped in his embrace, soft and comforting and safe. He runs his finger tip over your forearm and wrist and glances at his watch.

“Just past five am, sounds like the perfect time to sleep.” Eddie looks over at you, waiting for a response, but you’re already fast asleep against his warm body, and he can’t help but chuckle, hold you tighter and lean over to turn off the lamp.

Eddie Munson always loves when you push his buttons, loves when you can take as good as you give, and he always loves when you give yourself over to him, trust him, love him and tangle yourself in him. He wouldn’t have it any other way, even if sometimes it makes him jealous to see you dancing with other guys, though he knows you’re all his, and you always will be.

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[hirunoka]

"You're My Angel"

for @incidentale (Thank you so much for that ask and the inspiration ❤🌻 )

Words: 1323

(Ao3 link in reblog)

Characters: Simon (Dinner in America 2020), Patty (Dinner in America 2020)

Additional Tags: Fluff, Everything is Beautiful and Nothing Hurts, They love each other so much, and I love THEM so much oh God we NEED a sequel, Also we need more fanfictions wtf, inspired by a song

“You know that I’m no angel, right?” Simon half-teases with an arched brow after she is done singing, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close on the bed.

“You’re a fucking angel, you’re my angel. All mine, mine, mine…” she sweetly sings into his ear this time. He can feel her smile against his ear and fuck him if it doesn’t make his heart race and ache like crazy.

Just like every time.

He decides that he’ll die a happy man if he can feel her smile like this every day.

“I’m no angel,” he insists.

“You are. To me. You saved me. You can’t deny that. No matter what you do and say, you’ll be always my angel,” Patty says as she nuzzles his neck and that’s what breaks him finally because fuck, he was no one's, and I mean no one's favourite person before: let alone an angel.

Sure, he had a few loyal fans maybe: fans who thought he was amazing and cool, but what the fuck did they know? They only knew John Q.  And they sure didn’t think he was an angel. Not that he wanted them to. He knew he was no angel, and he wasn’t aiming for being seen as one by anyone. That wouldn’t be very punk of him, right? Right. Fuck angels, anyway.

Simon is not sure who saved who, actually, so he just lets out a dry chuckle and swallows the lump in his throat as the tears he was holding back gently roll down his cheeks.

It’s a weird and holy feeling; being loved oh so much.

He doesn’t think he has been ever loved like this before; so truly, madly and deeply. Yeah he is quoting Savage Garden okay, sue him. Not even by his parents who were supposed to love him. Because that’s what parents did, he used to think. They would love and accept their kid. Well, apparently that was such bullshit.

Patty, on the other hand, loved him without trying to change him: she accepted him as a whole, loved him as a whole.

Being loved by her was a miracle. She was a miracle in his eyes.

Patty, Patty, Patty…

Kind, funny, sweet, sexy, patient, honest, and just his-kind-of-crazy.

They were living together in their small but cozy apartment for the past seven months and nine days, and yet she never ceased to amaze him every single day.

He buries his nose in her soft hair and sighs.

“I’m sure you would figure something out by yourself to save yourself from that pathetic shit that you used to call ‘life’, eventually. You are punk as fuck and smart as hell, after all. I just… made the process go faster. Diamonds don’t stay hidden all their lives. They can’t. They find a way to shine sooner or later somehow.”

“I don’t remember allowing you to make this about me,” she complains and slightly pulls herself away to look at him. Seeing his tears makes her frown, but she doesn’t mention it or asks if he is okay. She leans her forehead against Simon’s instead, her thump caressing the side of his cheek as he closes his eyes in content. “But hey, at least you didn’t deny that you’re mine.”

“I don’t remember askin' for permission. Everything is about you for me now.”

‘There is no me without you anymore,’ he thinks.

“Is that so?”

“Hell yeah,” he nods. When he opens his eyes, Patty looks at him like he has given her the whole wide world. “You see that streetlight?” He points at the streetlight across the street from their window. “Even that is about you,” he whispers. “It helps me to see you better when you’re sleeping. Big fan of that one, I swear. Beautiful warm yellow. Maybe I should write a song about it later. And of fucking course I’m yours, music girlfriend. Always. Hell, I was yours before you even knew it.”

“Ew, babe, you’re sooo cheesy right now. You’re like, as cheesy as mac and cheese, even.”

That makes Simon laugh. Teach Patty a word and voilà, just watch her start using it all the time.

“I’m just fuckin' with you,” she laughs back. “And I’m yours, too, angel,” she adds as she starts pressing soft kisses on his body: first on his naked chest and then his collarbone, shoulder and jaw.

“This better not become a thing,” feeling his cheek heat a little, he mumbles, his hands wandering up and down her sides.

“What? Me calling you ‘angel’? How about… ‘Punk Angel’ ‘Angel of Punk? But nah, I think I love calling you just ‘angel’ more. Sorry not sorry,” she says with a cocky smile that suits her so much that Simon falls in love with her all over again.

He is utterly captivated by her and her affection.

“Did I ever tell you that your voice is as deep as an abyss that I wouldn’t mind falling into for the rest of my life, angel?”

That sounds like a promise somehow and Simon’s heart suddenly skips a beat. He hopes and wishes it’s a promise because he would give everything for Patty to stay by his side for the rest of his life.

It makes him feel selfish to want her that much even when he has her now, though. He cannot help but feel like one day she will realize she can do better than him and then decide to leave his sorry ass because God knows she deserves better.

Even imagining that makes him feel like dying so he tells his brain to stop thinking such things and focus on the moment they are in instead.

“And you call me cheesy. Oh God, you’re ridiculous.”

“Goddess, you mean, am I right or am I right?”

“Yeah yeah, whatever you say, you adorable and sexy Punk Goddess.”

Satisfied with his answer, she locks their lips together finally. Simon kisses her back like her lips are oxygen and he is a dying astronaut.

“Don’t be surprised if I steal your idea about that The Streetlight song,” Patty lets him know when they pull away eventually. “I think I can pull it off before Saturday and sing it for you at my concert.”

“I have no doubt you could,” holding her close, he yawns and agrees as she lies on his chest.

“Now hush, I gotta watch you sleep while the streetlight accompanies me.”

“Whaa— You creep.”

“What can I say? You’re my inspiration, angel. And don’t act like I don’t catch you watching me sleep nearly every morning.”

“Who? Me? You can prove nothing,” he denies.

“Uh-huh, sure. Sweet dreams.”

“Being with you is like a sweet dream anyway, I need nothing else.”

And with that, he let himself start falling into the warm embrace of sleep. At this point he cannot even remember how he used to sleep alone before he met her.

“He sleeps soundly by her side, without a care,

While she traces his features with a loving stare.

In the quiet of the night, they're alone,

With the streetlight as their silent chaperone,” just when he is about to fall asleep, he vaguely hears Patty singing quietly.

“Sweet streetlight, keep shining bright

As I watch my angel through the night.

Guide him with your gentle light,

In this moment, everything feels right.”

“Wow, you’re fast. That terribly sounds like a gospel for some reason though,” he makes an honest comment, ignoring the way how it made him feel warm inside despite it really sounding like a gospel.

“Shh, I’m just warming up, ignore it. Sleep.”

Simon chuckles and does as he is told after planting a kiss on her forehead and whispering: “I love you.”

“I love you, too, my angel,” is the last thing he hears before falling asleep with a slight smile on his face.

He thinks he can get used to that.

#dinner in america #kyle gallner #simon #patty #movies #my writing

[h4rring1on]

hurt/comfort with steve x insecure!reader who finds out that her friends talked bad about her behind her back and she completely breaks down before he finds her? love your writing <3

warnings: swearing, mean things are said about reader, tell me if i missed something!

pairing: steve harrington x reader

your friends weren’t always the best, steve told you many times that you shouldn’t hang out with them much. but you never listened

steve only said that because he knew, toxic could recognize toxic. his toxic days are over and he’s a much better person now, but he could still notice it and your friends were the definition of toxic

you never listened though, you were 18 and steve was 19. he wasn’t with you at school, so you had to find someone to hang out with, and even though they can be a little judgmental sometimes. you still found yourself hanging out with them

but this time, when you were walking towards them to say hi. you heard the mentioning of your name. they were all crowded around each other so they couldn’t see you

“she’s so annoying it’s actually really fucking weird”

“she’s really ugly too”

“she’s always so quiet it’s actually creeping me out”

“so pathetic”

more and more words were consuming your ears, you slowly walked away, trying to blink so your tears don’t slip, but to your luck, they did, and you just had to get out of there

how could they be so mean? weren’t they your friends? why—just why would they do this?

you ran off to some place away from school, not knowing someone watched the entire thing

“steve!” robin said through the phone

“oh my god for the last time robin i don’t wanna come see vickie—“

“it’s y/n” robin said

“what? what about her?” steve said, genuinely concerned now

“she—well, i was putting my stuff in my locker like my walkman and my book and—“

“get to the point, robin!”

“right! so—some of y/n’s friends…well they’re not really her friends anymore—anyway! they were saying some pretty shitty things about her and she just ran off, i can’t find her but she didn’t look okay—i think she needs you”

before you knew it, steve put a ‘closed’ sign on the front door of family video and got in his car, driving to your school

robin was waiting out front, and told him how she looked everywhere you weren’t there

but robin didn’t know you like steve did, steve knew where you’d be. he drove to the spot where you and him shared your first kiss, it was where you’d go whenever you felt upset

he could hear whimpering, and it broke his heart when he heard them coming from you. you were curled up in a ball, and sobbing right in front of his eyes

“oh my—baby” he ran to you, you were a bit startled for a second, but when you knew it was steve, you melted into his arms

“steve—they said…my friends—i thought they liked me” you cried out and steve could feel his heart ache, he had never seen you this upset, he wanted to give those girls hell, but you needed him right now and that was all he cared about

“it’s okay, peach. i’m here, they don’t matter to you anymore” he said as he rubbed your back in comfort

“stevie…” you sniffled, “they said i was—ugly, and pathetic and annoying—and—i just wanted them to like me” you cried harder into his chest

“nothing those girls said is correct, they’re just jealous, sweet girl. it’s okay, we don’t care about them anymore, i’ve got you, baby” he said, stroking your hair and placing a kiss on your forehead

“really?” you said as you looked into his eyes

“of course” he said and smiled at you, “you’re pretty, you’re smart, you’re such a sweet girl, nothing, nothing is better than you. you’re perfect just the way you are and if they don’t like that, then their loss because we don’t care. besides, they’re probably just jealous that you’re the most beautiful and perfect girl in school” he chuckled, and a little giggle slipped from your mouth

you were sat in his lap, and he was holding you tight, “thank you stevie…i love you” you said as you leaned your head on his shoulder

“anything for you, pretty girl. i love you so much more than you know” he said as he kept holding you

nothing ever mattered when you were with steve

#stranger things 4 #stranger things x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x fem #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x female!reader #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington x reader fluff #steve harrington x plus sized reader #steve harrington x mayfield!reader #steve harrington x original character #steve harrington x henderson!reader #steve stranger things #steve x reader

[thorniest-rose]

hi I’m never going to actually write a fic for this so I’m giving this to you to do with what you wish because it can’t be in just my brain anymore: I have been possessed by the idea of Steve dealing with his combined mommy and daddy issues in the most unhinged way he possibly can by putting on one of his mom’s most housewife-y dresses, making Eddie wear one of his dad’s suits and letting Eddie fuck him in his parents’ cold, dusty bed

Oh god please, I love that. Or bonus points honestly if Steve dresses up like a house wife but asks Eddie to break in wearing his usual leather and denim with his boots on and "rape" Steve on the kitchen floor. Like I think the combination of feminisation and rape play would make Steve crazy, especially if Eddie slipped his hand between his legs and talked about how soft his bare cunt feels and telling him off for how wet he is, like he's being raped and is such a slut for it. Like idk just thoughts but!!!! Feels very Steve.

#asks #tw rape play #tw rape fantasy #tw feminization

[phantomrose96]

Chrissy this is my prompt for u to write an essay about your grievances here. I love having my parade rained on, jokes on u

Haha, okay okay okay, so I guess it is list of grievances time.

I’m gonna put most of this under a Read More because like I said before, I’m not trying to make a spectacle out of complaining about people’s good time. So if you’re not looking for BNHA-salt this is easily skip-over-able.

I will start with one thing above the Read More—and I mean this with full compassion and sincerity—I think Horikoshi is burnt out. It feels like he doesn’t love the characters or the world anymore and he’s going through the motions to get this over with and I’m SURE the break-neck pace of the shonen manga industry holds a lot of blame. I’ve burnt out on my own stories over less. So I don’t fault Horikoshi for that part.

Okay, so salt time. It got pretty long.

I’m gonna start by elaborating on the first point, because its impact is extremely easy to feel on the story:

The love for the characters isn’t there anymore.

BNHA has always been a big-cast kinda show, and they managed this well in the early seasons. Even with 20 characters in Class 1-A, I can tell you specifics about pretty much everyone’s role during the Tournament Arc. They all felt distinct. They all had different motivations, tactics, attitudes hopes dreams everything. Iida’s “I’m actually going to go against you, Deku, because I can’t keep being the friend in your shadow” was so very distinct from Uraraka’s “I used my wit to concoct a plan against a brute-force blaster and nearly won, but the frustration is so hard to deal with” from Todoroki’s “I’m moving forward with cold and blind rage to defy my father” from Bakugou’s “I need an absolute first-place win or this is nothing” from Midoriya’s “I can’t use my quirk so I need to win with my tact” from Yaoyorozu’s “I buckled under pressure and the frustration is devastating” from even—fucking—Ojiro’s “I resign because I was possessed during this team win and I don’t honorably think I can continue.”

I could probably keep going for every student in Class 1-A but my point is how potently interesting and distinct each of them felt during this arc. Even ones who ended up with little screentime left their mark.

…And then I compare it to, say, the recent “Rescue Deku” arc and… it was just 20 people essentially in a line, one-by-one sounding off about what surface-deep reason they had for liking Deku and wanting him to come home while they all just trade off generic blows and… that’s that. Deku comes home and there’s no talk of it. No fanfare. No fallout. It happened and it’s done. We don’t care what the characters think. Onto the next.

And this was all following a LONG stint where the main characters hardly even appeared. Uraraka and Iida hardly exist anymore. Only Todoroki and Bakugou have managed to cling to relevance alongside Deku, and that’s probably a popularity poll thing. But EVEN then, Deku himself hardly appeared for a long time. And it felt painfully obvious how much Horikoshi was just tired of his cast, and desperately hopping to a new Favorite Character in a bid to keep his own interest alive.

For a while it was Hawks. Everything was Hawks. Then Endeavor for a while. Endeavor was Horikoshi’s new main character. Then Mirko. All things Mirko. Just hopping to brand new characters and tossing them aside when the flame died, all the while leaving the main cast to stagnate.

Now in the final arc we’ve got an ensemble of several-dozen characters haphazardly thrown around, here to say a few Epic Shonen Words and do an Epic Shonen Attack for 3 pages, fail, and then get tossed into the background again. They’re less characters and more just plot-moving-pieces. The lack of heart is palpable and an arc like Rogue Deku, which my angst-endeared ass should have been super easy to win over with, was extremely flat. Nothing more than a surface-deep exploration of what this means for Deku’s character, and I need to stress it was NOT like that at the beginning of the series! The beginning, up through at least the Kamino arc, had a LOT of love for all these characters. It made you root for them. It made you care. And those characters are all just shells of themselves now.

Which rolls into my next point: What character development?

Horikoshi was REALLY good at setting up both plot and character. The character introductions were strong. The early arcs were strong. You see Deku develop a lot in the very early chapters, going from easily cowed to holding his ground, going from quirkless, to a state of having a quirk but having to be smart and use it sparingly, to slowly getting control of it. And alongside the awe of larger-than-life All Might, it’s a development you really root for.

…And Horikoshi kind of flubs development after that.

I cannot tell you how current-arc Deku is that distinct from chapter-50 Deku. Same for most characters except maybe Bakugou, who’s had a decent character arc. But that should not be a stand-alone phenomenon.

If I think about something like Fullmetal Alchemist, the development Ed undergoes throughout the series is amazing. It happens slowly, but steadily. The lasting impacts of experiences change him. He matures. He learns. And Ed in the final episode is hardly recognizable as the pompous little shit from the beginning.

Deku has been… Deku. For a very long time now. All Might’s been shuffled off stage. Todoroki’s development I personally dislike for a reason I’ll get into later. The rest of Class 1-A has been tossed into the dumpster as previously stated.

And as for the PLOT…

God I’m so sorry, what plot? (And how you can’t have your cake and eat it too)

This one DEEPLY impacts my opinion of the series.

BNHA doesn’t know what its plot is.

BNHA had really good set up! A lot of opportunities of ways to push the plot along and explore a big and open world. There seemed to be a really good thread to focus on up through the Kamino arc, combining school concerns with real life threats, and then….. and then…….

It’s almost comical how BNHA sniffed at some fearsome, fascinating villains at the beginning of the series (Stain, particularly, comes to mind) only to settle on… a whiny brat with no goal, Shigaraki, as the main antagonist.

And this COULD have been done in a way I would have loved! If the framing of the story was just that—"hey yeah Shiggy is a whiny brat whose trauma made him violent, and he’s too dumb to realize he is PURELY being groomed by AFO to turn him into AFO’s new body.” If the framing had said “yes, Shigaraki is in fact stupid and has no point—(and that makes him sympathetic as a groomed victim of AFO’s who never knew any better!)”

But instead Horikoshi is trying SO hard to make it seem like the League of Villains has a point.

What is their point?

I shouldn’t ask that rhetorically, because that’s inviting fans to message me with their 18-paragraph, 95% fanon, “fixing canon while thinking they’re explaining canon” explanations about why all the LoV characters’ goals make perfect sense. And, look, I’m sorry, it’s not there. It’s just not.

Toga’s whole point is “I wish it was easier for me to kill people.” Shigaraki’s whole point is “I’m angry, I think killing All Might will make everything better.” Twice’s point is “I’m lonely.” Dabi’s the only one with a real point (but I’m ALSO quite angry about that, more on that later.)

And again! I feel like this was so CLOSE to being good—these are all random riffraff who came together as followers of Stain’s ideology. It makes a LOT of sense to end up with ragtag misfits, all with their own wildly different interpretations of a high-profile criminal’s ideaology, and if the LoV were JUST unsuspecting pawns in AFO’s game, I would have sympathy for them! Them and Shigaraki!

But instead, Horikoshi tries over and over again to be like “no the LoV TOTALLY have a point. They say Hero Society is corrupt and it totally is!”

…Except Horikoshi forgot the part where he was supposed to make Hero Society corrupt…

And look, if Horikoshi wanted a Bright and Shiny, All Heroes Are Good And Shining happy little comic world, I’d respect that. If he wanted to do a The Boys-style “Heroes are the corrupt underbelly of a society that worships them”, I’d respect that. But he tried to do both at the same time, in a floundering bid to grasp onto a plot, and it does not work.

You end up with this completely incoherent narrative where, when you look around, all the heroes are good and shiny. And then Horikoshi just says “oh um, no it’s corrupt.” And then throws in like, one random side character who goes “oh yeah I was a hero controlled by the Bad Hero Agency to do like, murders!” and then she goes away forever and we don’t talk about it anymore. And then Hawks kills a member of the LoV—a criminal organization with a massive body count—and they try the whole “SEE. Heroes are JUST AS BAD as the villains!” (Dabi is in the background incinerating people to death.)

Which speaking of, if Horikoshi wanted to show Hero Society is corrupt, heY YOU DO REMEMBER YOUR NUMBER 1 HERO IS A CHILD-ABUSER AND WIFE-BEATER. HORIKOSHI DO YOU REMEMBER? DO YOU? “Ah gee how will I show Hero Society is corrupt?” Endeavor is right there! “Guess I’ll invent a new character who shows up for one arc who was a corrupted hero or something” ENDEAVOR IS RIGHT THERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I’m normal again.

Alright on to my next point.

FUCKING ENDEAVOR.

This part is going to be more on the subjective side because it’s just an arc and character handling I deeply hate. You can disagree with me or whatever but Endeavor stans I do not care why you like him.

HEY REMEMBER HOW THE (at the time) NUMBER 2 HERO BEAT HIS SON BLOODY SINCE THE TIME HE WAS 5 YEARS OLD IN ORDER TO TRAIN HIM TO BE STRONG ENOUGH TO SURPASS ALL MIGHT.

REMEMBER WHEN ENDEAVOR BEAT HIS WIFE SO MUCH SHE HAD A MENTAL BREAKDOWN AND POURED BOILING WATER ON HER SON’S FACE AND WAS SENT AWAY LEAVING HER CHILDREN SOLELY IN THE CARE OF THE MAN WHO RAMPANTLY ABUSED THEM.

REMEMBER WHEN HORIKOSHI MADE A CHARACTER SO *CARTOONISHLY* EVIL I WOULD TAKE MOVING ENTIRE MOUNTAINS TO REDEEM HIM?

Well he went through a wittle man-pain and he’s so sowwy :3. Do you fowgive him?

He got to become the Number 1 Hero but (gasp) it wasn’t everything he thought it would be so `(*>﹏<*)′ could you maybe be a wittle bit nicer to him?

Oh yeah and Endeavor’s big redemption moment? It’s when he almost dies fighting a high-powered Nomu terrorizing the city, or, as it’s known in the hero industry, FUCKING TUESDAY.

THAT WAS ALWAYS THE POINT. ENDEAVOR’S DAY JOB HAS ALWAYS BEEN RISKING LIFE AND LIMB TO PROTECT CIVILIANS. FIGHTING A HIGH POWERED BAD GUY IS *NOTHING NEW*. THAT WAS ALWAYS THE POINT. THAT SUCH A HEINOUS MONSTER WAS ALSO SOCIETY’S PROTECTOR.

But he got a wittle banged up in the fight so now his family has to be a wittle nicer to him. He has a scar now (*/ω＼*)

And at that point, Endeavor was Horikoshi’s new favorite character so he just had to feel a little guilty and then it was all good. He’s good. We’re all good with him.

And it would be one thing if Shouto was joining his father’s agency JUST for the stepping stone opportunity. I liked that during the Tournament Arc! When he tells Endeavor he just, in the moment, completely forgot about him. I loved that!! Disown your father and just USE him for your own career escalation, YES, use him and give him none of your love attention or honor I liked that a lot!

But instead it’s turned into actual forgiveness. And this is lauded as good.

Now, THE DABI REVEAL ARC.

The start of this arc was great. I loved the dramatc reveal. I loved Dabi blasting Endeavor’s dirty domestic-abuse laundry over the airwaves to the entire public.

SURE WOULD HAVE LIKED FOR ANY OF THAT TO MATTER. AT ALL. EVEN A LITTLE.

NOPE. The ONLY thing this does is spur the entire Todoroki family to rally around Endeavor and tell him how much it’s all their own faults too that this happened.

Natsuo, who would have been fucking FIVE YEARS OLD, when the stuff with Touya went down, tells Endeavor that this is partially his own fault too because if only he (Natsuo) had fought back against his dad’s rages and made his dad talk things out with Touya, maybe none of this would have happened.

FUCKING WHAT.

(And again, the narrative is endorsing this. This is supposed to be a HEART-WARMING scene of a family coming together.)

Fuyumi and Rei go on to explain why they were also responsible for Endeavor’s abuse (I could a little bit understand Rei taking some responsibility, as their mother) but also Rei was married off to Endeavor in a quirk-wedding girl was basically trafficked. And this arc also decides to show “oh um actually their courship was good :3 Endeavor was good and caring, actually :3 he just got a wittle evil later on (are you mad at him?) <:3?”

Okay, okay okay I should stop I just canNOT be charitable about this arc.

At this point in the series, the Dabi=Touya confirmation and the resolution of the Todoroki family stuff was the only main thing I was still hanging around for. And the Endeavor redemption shattered my faith in the series so soundly I have only been idly following along since then without any of my heart in it.

In Conclusion

It’s a series that had so much heart and so much untapped potential at the beginning. And then Horikoshi reached the end of his thread of planning, and discovered he did not know how to actually follow through on character arcs or plot, and has pittered around aimlessly letting characters decay, plot threads unravel, and his best bet at this point has been to cling to a throughline which just does not make any sense.

Now we’re near the end and the characters are shells of their former selves and we’re going through the motions of every Big Shonen Wow tropey ending and, really, Deku can land the final ending punch on TomurAFO (or whatever we’re calling AFO!Shiggy) and I will feel just. Nothing about it. Because it won’t feel like any kind of conclusion for the characters I actually cared about at the beginning.

#dont wanna tag this bc 'dont tag your shark hate with sharks' comic you know #so sorry for anyone relying on that for blackist just gotta skip this one #arcticfoxshitposting #nagitokomaeda-the69th