#at the end of the day we stand together because the opposite means falling apart and being treated as sub human

[bookshelfdreams]

#Op I need u to know I thought this was about his post-coytal bedside manner when I read the first line#was fully expecting you to wax poetic about how Ed's mediocer attempt at making breakfast was actually a heartfelt attempt to make sure#he didn't feel like he was a One And Done type of thing#I was vibrating#and then it was s1 meta 💀 RIP LMAO (@zo1nkss, on this post)

No, absolutely, let's talk about it. Because this?

This is terrible. Comically bad. The worst anyone's ever done it, I'm sorry to say. The toast looks like it's covered in coal dust. The tea (? I hope it's tea, might as well be Ye Olde Cuba Libre) has clearly gone cold. Ed spooned the marmalade directly onto the tablet instead of just leaving it in the jar like a sane person, for fuck's sake!

Of course that's deliberate; they even make sure we know what the platonic ideal of a nice breakfast tablet looks like with the title card.

It's like an Expectation vs Reality meme. There's a flower, there's porcelain, there's even a plate! Ed, I know you've had breakfast before, why are you so bad at this?

Because, of course, this was doomed from the start.

Ed is panicking, because he knows falling into bed together right after everything that happened in 02x06 was a mistake, and he's desperately trying to salvage the situation.

Ed wanted to take things slow, because he wants stability. He wants to pursue happiness. He wants to build a beautiful life with someone he loves! Breakfast in bed every day!

Instead he to watch the love of his life be tortured in front of him, because of him, and then had to watch him intentionally kill a guy for the first time in his life - also because of him! This is the opposite of what he wanted, for himself or for Stede.

He wanted them both to be safe and happy, but instead they had an evening of horrible experiences and then had sex about it. It's all coming crashing down. Aside form the worst breakfast spread in known history, look how the scene is shot and coloured: The slightest green tint, just enough to turn the light harsh and cold, how far apart from each other they are. Tons of empty space in the frame. How they are backlit, so they are in the shadows, their faces barely discernible.

This isn't a happy Morning After. This is them standing at the ruins of what was supposed to be a beautiful moment, but the violence of piracy broke into it and destroyed it.

Ed knows he needs to leave it behind, once and for all. Throws out his Blackbeard kit to make his decision to abandon the pirate life irreversible. Tries to have a soft, domestic moment, shares the lovely story about Merstede coming to rescue him, in an attempt to salvage his dream of retirement with Stede.

But Stede? Oh, Stede is on an entirely different page. He just had his first real taste of the power violence can grant him. While the torture wasn't fun, in the end, he triumphed! Defended his love, defended his crew! And topped it all off with what was probably the first positive sexual experience in all his 40whatever years of life! He's patronizing and kinda bitchy about the whole spread, because he doesn't get what Ed is trying to tell him. All he sees is Ed being terrible at this domestic bullshit, but that's okay because he thinks he's terrible at it too!

They'll just sail the seas, terrorize the various empires and have adventures together, forever and ever! That's the dream, right? Right???

(Wait, what do you mean Last night was a mistake?)

[tatsumessy]

Forgotten Birthday - {Satoru Gojo}

the clock strikes midnight and your phone dings, excitedly you sit up from the comfort of your bed hoping that the text you just received was from your boyfriend who was working late tonight but no…it was from shoko.

scary pookie 🐻: happy birthday y/n 💋

you quickly send a reply thanking her then continue scrolling through your phone for another ten minutes waiting for a text but nothing ever came. you just decided to sleep because you’d most likely see him tomorrow.

morning came and you woke up to an empty bed, that still didn’t worry you…getting dressed and wearing your normal outfit that you’d normally wear for work but changing things up a bit. usually you’d wear your hair up because of how long and frustrating it’d be to deal with throughout the day. but today you decided to leave it down while curling the bottom of it.

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arriving at school you walked down the corridor hall waving good morning to your students while also thanking them for the birthday wishes. you ended up seeing gojo standing at the end of the hall looking at his phone, seeing you out the corner of his eye he brightened up instantly. “Y/n.” he said coming closer and smoothening down some stray pieces of hair then kissing your forehead. “you look beautiful. i’m sorry i didn’t come home last night…and i probably won’t come home tonight either.” he responded pressing a gentle kiss on your lips before walking away.

you smile softly to the ground trying to stop yourself from becoming overly sensitive just because he didn't say happy birthday. maybe he has a surprise planned later and was pretending…yeah that sounds like something he'd do. he possibly couldn't leave you to celebrate the worst day of your life alone right?

he’s been stressed so maybe that’s it, i mean it’s not a big deal right…

you kept telling yourself that all day up until you got home and was met with nothing. a cold quiet apartment that was dull and sad and was ready to have you laying in bed crying all night. you were tempted to call gojo but something told you not too, he seemed busy and you didn’t want to bother him. you didn’t want to be a burden.

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1:43 am

“you’re here late.” shoko says to gojo who was sitting in the chair leaning back slightly while rubbing the bridge of his nose. “yeah. sadly.” shoko glanced over at her bestfriends figure then back down at her clipboard, “how was your lunch with y/n?” she asked glancing up once again, “lunch? we didn’t have lunch together. i haven’t seen y/n since this morning.” he said using his hands to push his blind fold up slightly.

“so you didn’t do anything for her birthday?” right when those words came out of shoko mouth gojo jumped up, his heart started beating out of his chest at the thought of one: him forgetting your birthday and two: him leaving you alone on your birthday. “fuck!” he shouted immediately leaving the room and heading to a 24 hour convenience store to grab some flowers and your favorite snacks.

he rushed home and upon entering he could tell just how much he hurt you. your bag and shoes were thrown on the floor in the living room and the food you ordered for you and him for dinner wasn’t eaten. it was just left on the counter cold and soggy. the weight of those dollar store flowers and snacks felt even heavier. he walked to your shared bedroom and saw you sleeping on top of the sheets still in your uniform.

setting the things down on the opposite end of the bed he walked over to you and bent down to where he was face to face with you. “y/n…” he whispered gently rubbing your head trying to calmly wake you up. “baby…wake up.” he said finally catching your attention as you stirred in your sleep, he leaned over turning on the bedside lamp. your face had dried up tears on it and your eyes were still a bit red, the sight of you made him tear up himself.

he dropped his head into his hands and let a couple of tears fall. “i’m so sorry y/n…i forgot your birthday.” he sobbed silently not wanting sympathy from you because he fucked up. “satoru.” you said trying to grab his attention. “toru…” you said once again and he finally looked up at you teary eyed. “you came home.” a small blush appeared on your cheeks as you looks down at his sad ones.

he didn’t say anything but just looked up at you, “come here.” you said holding your arms out for him to find comfort in you and without hesitation he did. he wrapped his arms around your waist and dug his face into your neck. “i don’t deserve you.” he whispered and you rubbed the back on his head. “you are the best birthday present i could have asked for…i don’t care that you forgot. you came him to me that’s all that matters.”

[mkeyztrm]

K.

- cigarettes after sex

“ and I’m kissing you, lying in my room. holding you until you fall asleep, and it’s just as good as I knew it would be. Stay with me, I don’t want you to leave. ”

Warnings(?): Toxic parents, 🍃 (barely)

nick sturniolo x m!reader(?)

I’ve never really written something like this before, so please keep that in mind 😭

Idk if this would be considered an m!reader thingy, but the character in first person is a male! I hope that makes sense 😞

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All it took was the contact we made between our eyes, which ironically enough are also polar opposites.

Outside of my apartment complex stands a statue probably about a billion years old, it’s completely abandoned but it works as a perfect escape for when the world comes crashing down. I go there nearly every day, it’s really the only physical place I can go when shit gets rough at home. I can’t help but feel trapped in my own house whenever my parents have their little arguments, it’s like they forget they even have a kid. Today they started arguing because the dishes weren’t done, and somehow that just set off all of the missles in my mother’s heart, she snapped. So that’s why I’ve decided to go to the statue today, it’s my safe space when I don’t have one.

The area around me is swollen with plants, dark green vines wrapped around the chipped stone i sit on. As I’m walking down and pass the grassy corner I come to a sudden stop when I hear familiar footsteps around my spot. I slowly step forward and peek around to see a beautiful boy, around my age. His pretty brown hair is emphasized by the sunlight, and his heartstopping eyes are as well. I recognize him as the boy who lives down the hall, I’ve seen him a few times when I’ve had to leave the house. We’ve never spoke other than a simple “hey” or “hi”

“Hello? Hi sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you.”

I quickly apologized before turning around. As I take my first step forward I hear his soothing voice.

“No, no you’re okay. I’m just taking pictures of the area. Do you want to join me?”

“If that wouldn’t be an issue, then yeah. I just need to get out of the house for a minute, you know?”

He watches me as I sit down, then he sits down next to me while he lowers his camera to his side. I can tell he’s as awkward as me, he’s just better at hiding it than I am.

“My name’s Nick, Nick sturniolo. What’s yours?”

“Oh, uh. My name is Jakson. Spelt J-A-K. You can just call me Jak though if you’d prefer.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Jak.”

“Nice to meet you too, Nick”

with a smile across my face i look over to my right jacket pocket and pull out a lighter. I looked at him and gestured towards it, offering him a hit. He nods his head and says “Sure, why not. I’m not doing anything later anyway.” I hand him my lighter, then I hand him a joint that I pulled out of my pocket along with the lighter.

“But I could tell that something had changed how you looked at me then.”

Minutes turn into hours, hours turn into four more. Throughout our sesh we shared our reasoning for hanging out here so often. His surprised me, I didn’t expect him to be a triplet, let alone the oldest. He explained to me in full depth that he comes out here whenever his brothers get to be too obnoxious, or whenever he doesn’t want to participate in one of their stupid joke arguments. He told me that he loves them very much, he just needs some time for him self as well. I didn’t know somebody could understand me that well.

“And I’m taking pictures of you with flowers on the wall.”

As time goes by, my head ends up on his thighs. My head resting on him while we watch the stars together. He let out a soft giggle whenever I’d point out a constellation or a shooting star, and for some reason that made both myself and my heart happy. Being with him made my heart skip a beat everytime he spoke. I never knew it was possible to become so close to someone in only a day. I looked back up at him, and he looked down at me. He let out a smile, so I did too.

God, my heart was racing so fast. You guys just met, and you’re already each other’s only friend. Is it shameful to have these thoughts about some boy you’ve only seen in a hallway before this? Before I could continue thinking, he placed his hand on my head and gently stroked my head with that grin on his face. He kept eye contact with me, and put his other hand on my head as well.

I think I’ve finally fallen for somebody.

“Think I like you best when you’re just with me, and no one else.”

After a long while the sun starts to come up, but I’m still rested on his lap. He looked down at me, I looked back up at him.

nick holds my face tight and gently presses his soft lips against mine, leaving me no time to react. Not that I needed to react, he’s so heavenly. He grabs my hand and stands up so I stood up with him. I can tell he wants to say something, but his face shows his thoughts are jumbled.

“Could I get your number? I think we should come out here again and hangout. Next time I’ll bring a blanket and snacks if we’re out here for that long again.”

“Oh definitely. My number is (xxx)xxx-xxxx. Feel free to text me anytime you want, boy. I’ll always be available for you.”

we walked up to the apartment building together, he made sure I got home safe. Before i walked inside of my house I made sure to smile and wave. I waited until he had walked away to shut the door.

I made my way back to my bedroom and passed out asleep the moment I hit my mattresses. I love this boy.

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HIII thanks for reading 🫶

I’m so sorry if this is bad, I really only write poems and I’m dyslexic as hell. I just wanted to write something for the first time and see how it went.

Please do not criticize this in the replies, I’m overly sensitive and will take it to heart 😭. /gen

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@inlovewithmattstur lord how do you write so fast.

[s1qhed]

My Richie Headcanons ||

Just a warning that this is incredibly indulgent, IYKYK~ Full of fluff, angst, smut… These aren’t in any particular order!

Richie promises that he’ll stop smoking every other week, and commits to it for about 3 days, boasting about “how easy it was”, and then is subsequently caught burning multiple away anxiously around the corner behind the restaurant.

He only purchased his gun after he and Tiff found out that she was pregnant with Eva. He took a few classes to learn how to responsibly handle it, but he’s never actually had to fire it. He still pretends to be hard by waving it around (like in s1e1) keeping it tucked in his waistband on occasion. (Leave it to Richie to be a cornball 🙄)

His apartment is a lot tidier than one would expect. “Everything has a home” he would explain. He needs to keep himself and his space clean or he feels like crap.

Richie has an incredibly soft spot for Sugar (and any other woman, tbh). He witnessed Carmy and Michael being mean to her often when they were kids, and he also saw his father being abusive toward his mother. As a result he is ADAMANT about being gentle with women. One time when they were teenagers Mikey called Sugar a bitch, and Richie got into a fistfight with him.

Furthering this, he’s always been a gentleman, even when he was previously sloppy and abrasive. He’s the kind of guy to open a door for you, buy your favorite snacks (remember when he offered to get Sug a sprite when he found out she was pregnant? 🥹), avoid smoking near you, and politely touch the small of your back as he passes. He saves his assholeish, tough-guy persona for other men in his life.

He would definitely talk to you in a faux sympathetic tone while he’s making you melt in his arms during sex, though.

He also can’t help but use pet names. His favorites are doll-face, sweetheart, princess…

Richie used to fall asleep at work, a lot. Standing up at the counter with his head down, sitting on a bench leaned back against the lockers… Tina and Mikey eventually started to stack shit on top of him- bread, cucumber slices. Sometimes there would be a dick drawn on his cheek. He stopped doing it after he woke up with a bra taped onto his chest and a mop on top of his head (which Mikey came up with, of course).

He refuses to take the train after he saw some cracked out guy pissing all over the floor. Carmy always bitches at him about how “that literally never happens” which Richie fires back with, “but it DID.”

He LOVESSSS movies. Whenever he has Eva for the weekend he tries to get her to watch stuff like Total Recall, Terminator, Bladerunner (not before saying “don’t tell your mother”). Eva obviously doesn’t care and they end up watching Barbie movies instead.

He is a REALLY loud drunk, duh. If you thought he was at 100 sober, you would be incorrect. He will go on rants about the stupidest shit, like how “Batman could beat any other FUCKING superhero if he had enough time to prepare, dipshit!”

Sometimes he, Tina, and Ebraheim will go out for drinks together after work. He sometimes orders a girly (“frou-frou” as Ebra calls it) cocktail. They all keep his secret though.

He’s a very handsy person. Hands on the small of his woman’s back, shoulder pats, hand holds and bear hugs, thigh squeezes when you’re sat beside him. Physical touch is his love language. He would absolutely touch your leg with a single toe from the opposite side of the room while you two spent quiet time together.

He remembers everything. It’s what makes him such an incredible server, but sometimes it’s to an annoying degree. He would whine about how “we haven’t watched a movie together in 10 days” and he would argue that “it has definitely been 10 days because I remember that we watched ___ on ___ which was 10 days ago—“

(This one’s gonna hurt) Richie visits Mikey’s grave, often. Once a week, sometimes more. He occasionally will leave a cigarette for him, sometimes he’ll talk to him, sometimes he won’t. Richie typically can’t even pass the part of town where Mikey died, or where he now rests, without becoming incredibly upset.

[doomedhowell]

we were never in the park (ignoring tornado warnings)

link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57174091 title: we were never in the park (ignoring tornado warnings) rating: general word count: 1,255 summary: After Phil leaves Dan, Dan starts seeing a therapist. Then, Phil comes back, and Dan starts lying to his therapist about him.

Songfic: Tornado Warnings by Sabrina Carpenter

Dan should be getting better. He’s been going to therapy every Friday, talking to his therapist. He should be getting better, right? Maybe he hasn’t been completely truthful about his ex-boyfriend.

I'm lying to my therapist

I keep saying things like

"I never saw him and we never kissed"

“Can I see you tomorrow?” Phil asks when they’re in the parking lot, saying goodbye to each other. The weather is poorly, and Dan’s pretty sure there’s been a tornado warning they’ve ignored for the past fifteen minutes, too caught up in seeing each other.

Dan swore to himself that he wouldn’t let this happen again, but he spent the entire night with Phil, sitting together on the seesaw like they were giant kids, trying to talk about their feelings.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow is therapy day, and Dan has no idea what he’s going to say to his therapist, because she thinks he hasn’t been seeing Phil these past few months, that he’s been moving on when in reality, it’s the complete total opposite. Dan falls harder for him every time they see each other, which is the complete opposite of what he wanted. He told himself ages ago that he was over that son of a bitch.

I think he's onto me every time I say

"I'm over that son of a bitch"

I'm lying to my therapist

“I can’t,” Dan says, and he lets out a sigh. “I have therapy tomorrow.”

“Therapy?” Phil asks, frowning slightly. “When did you start doing therapy?”

When you broke my heart the first time and my friends told me I needed therapy when I fell into depression, is what Dan desperately wants to say, but that would be a little mean.

“It’s only been a couple months,” Dan lies quickly, shrugging his shoulders. He looks up at Phil. “I just needed to talk to someone about some issues. It’s nothing serious.”

“Okay then,” Phil says, though he doesn’t seem very convinced, but it’s not like Dan owes him anything, so he’s not going to say any more on the matter. “Text me when you get home.”

“I will,” Dan says, and he allows Phil to pull him into a hug, and Dan doesn’t want the hug to end, but it does too soon. Dan looks at Phil one last time before opening the car door, and climbing into his car. Dan glances up at the dark sky, and then he rolls down his window and looks up at Phil again. “Be safe driving. Looks like there’s bad weather.” He nods towards the sky.

Phil chuckles lightly as he glances at the sky as well. “Yeah, we probably should have left ages ago, huh?”

Dan shrugs. “I’m sure it’ll be fine,” he rolls his window back up, and turns on his car.

The next morning, Dan spends about an hour debating on whether or not he wants to cancel therapy, because he feels guilty that he’s going to have to lie to her again. He’s just wasting her time.

An hour later, Dan finds himself in the therapist's office, waiting for his therapist to be ready for him, and he’s desperately hoping that she doesn’t bring up Phil today. Dan just wants an hour where he doesn’t have to think about the man. He deserves that. There’s plenty of other things they could be talking about.

“Dan, are you ready?”

Dan looks up from his phone, and sees Angelina standing outside her door, smiling at him. “Uh, yeah,” he quickly clears his throat and stands up, before walking into the office. He walks over and sits in the chair.

“How about that weather last night, huh?” Angelina chuckles, walking over to her desk and sitting down. She looks up at Dan. “I mean, I really thought we were getting a tornado. We dodged the bullet!”

“Yeah, I know,” Dan chuckles. He remembers getting home last night to his apartment and having to go to the bathroom with his dog because the tornado sirens had finally gone off. He’s honestly surprised that he managed to get any sleep last night with all the events that happened. “It was pretty crazy.”

“Yes, well it looks like we have much better weather today. So, what do we want to talk about today?”

Dan can’t help but sigh in relief. “I actually have a lot on my mind…”

Two weeks later is when Dan sees Phil again. They meet up again at their usual place. Dan tries to tell Phil that they can’t keep doing this, that this needs to end. It’s not fair to either of them, and Dan wants to move on, but he can’t with how often they see each other.

Phil disagrees, saying they should give their relationship another try.

“Phil, you hurt me!” Dan cries, getting up from the swing, wanting to walk away. “You put me through hell, and- and do you know how long it took me to get out of the depression I was in after you left?”

“I apologized!” Phil shouts back. “I- I don’t know what I was thinking… I got scared. You were talking about long-term goals and I’ve never been in a serious relationship like ours before. So, I broke it off.”

Dan turns, and looks at Phil. “You should have just talked to me before doing something so drastic,”

“I didn’t know what to say Dan,” Phil argues weakly.

“We could have figured it out together. That’s what couples do,” Dan says, and he stops, looking at Phil, unable to stop the tears from forming in his eyes. Dan never thought about the fact that maybe Phil just didn’t want to figure it out with him. “U- Unless you didn’t want to figure it out together.”

“No! No, it’s not that,” Phil shakes his head quickly, and steps closer to Dan. “I didn’t want to break it off in the first place. I told you, I was just scared of committing to what you were talking about. I know that was wrong of me to do, and I wish I could take it back every single day. I know I hurt you and lost your trust, but can’t you give me another chance? I can make things right,”

Dan sighs as he stares at Phil, and runs a hand through his hair frustratingly. He wants to forgive Phil, because he thinks they could make it work. But, he’s scared of getting hurt again. They were together for three full years before Phil broke it off with him, leaving him in the dark with no explanation. “Fine,” he says. “But we’re going to do this properly. We’re going to start all over, and you’re going to have to earn my trust back. If you can prove to me that you really want this, then I’ll forgive you. Deal?”

“Deal. I think that’s very fair,” Phil says, nodding.

“Okay,” Dan says, and he takes a deep breath, quickly wiping away a tear that slips out of his eyes. “Uhm, it’s- it’s getting a little late. Do you want a ride home?”

“Yeah, that would be nice,” Phil says, nodding. “Thanks.”

“Yeah,” Dan says, and he nods towards his car, before leading the way out of the park.

Dan’s not really sure where this relationship is going in the future, but he’s sure that anything can happen now if not even tornado warnings can stop them from seeing each other. He also maybe should cancel his therapy sessions.

[erovalkyrie]

More thoughts on Disco Elyisum TrantJean Incubus/Priest AU

From my CuriousCat

ASK: This is one of the creators of the priest and incubus trajean au thing - we noticed that you and a lot of others seem to prefer it with the opposite roles as what we intended it to be (it was originally uhhhhh demon Jean haunting Trant and the Dolorian church of Revachol) so!!! What are your thoughts on it????? I'd wanna hear some more about your thoughts if you have any on it at all. Because I know I know, Jean giving up on faith and horny Trant demon, however!!! Twasnt always that way. (Also I know this is already so so long but the fanart that we've seen on Twitter from you and others??? Awesome hello??? We plan to make a post going into more detail about the au eventually)

Thank you very much, I love incubus stories (combine the sexual with the emotional and erotic, plus demon aesthetic hoho) and JeanTrant incubus/priest very much appeals to me!

Jean just works SO WELL as a tortured priest with a terrible grasp on his faith and lust, and a smooth-talking Trant throwing him for a loop.

If you want the original vision, Trant works great as a priest of Dolorian faith, and Jean can be a messy incubus for me. Down on his luck, not eaten (sex or food) in quite a while, and he just sits on the stairs of Trant’s cathedral, and asks bluntly: “Uh excuse me, can we have sex? I am an incubus, you see…”

Trant is quite frankly bamboozled, “Oh my, I thought incubi were dangerous maneaters and devilish seducers to the morally corruptible… not asking upstanding priests outright for sexual favours.” Of course, being a good priest, Trant only gives him food and takes him in, Jean can stay in the monastery. And here is where their relationship grows, they meet, they talk, Trant is very interested in Jean’s life and nature. Lots of walks through the church gardens, reading and writing together, having dinner together and cooking…

For Jean, he notices by his incubus skills that Trant is growing more and more feelings towards him – first it is friendly, then affectionate, then slowly growing to love. And that just makes his mouth water. To me in my headcanons, incubi taste and value sex by emotional worth. One-night stands with no feelings = small pack of salted crackers - sex with someone who loves you and appreciates you = whole homemade soulfood buffet. And Jean, who felt very unloved and hungry for most of his days, chomping down his crackers every day, he is just waiting and waiting, seeing how delicious Trant gets to him. But he also knows that Trant would never do the first move, so he has to. And just being around Trant makes him feel energised, this is new to him.

What he doesn’t know: Trant is very much tortured (Dolorian faith probably very cisheteronormative and patriarchal), he joined the priesthood to escape his bisexual tendencies, and now it is much worse. Not only is his love for a man back, oh no, he is a demon as well.

Meaning, as soon as Jean starts to rattle on this faith cage, it will fall apart very quickly. Of course, touches and kisses are also food to an incubus, and them just touching hands and slowly going over to a kiss is making Jean feral. Trant too. Very messy making out in different secret places, up to frotting and blowjobs in closets and – Trant is more and more in love with Jean, and sees how it changes him: more muscle, more body hair, healthy skin… that man is drinking all the beautiful love energy. And he loves him back.

I think, in the end, after a lot of dramatic revelations and discussions, and a dispute with Bishop Pryce, Trant breaking off, and they will elope together, Jean carrying Trant away on demon wings (“I never thought I could get those!”) and they are a happy couple.

[red9]

what if we left  …  ran away ?

                                          @devilsbaptist

              It was a question he’d never thought he’d hear, if he was being completely honest. A thought, seemingly brought forth out of the blue, by the man he least expected it from. Freedom, the thought of leaving, was something that hadn’t crossed his mind in ages- simply because he’d given up hope on the thought of ever getting out of Hope County alive. He’d grown content, knowing that one day his body would one day decay, giving back to the bliss he now devoted his life to. How he would go out was anyone's guess, maybe accidental overdose from the flowers, or a stray bullet between the outsiders and them- or maybe his brother would be right, maybe the world would end. It was never easy to say, but no matter what the outcome, he knew where his loyalty lied. His home was not any building nor place, but with John, wherever he chose to reside. So it was no doubt in his mind, that should the day ever come where he wanted to leave it all behind- he would do it- in a heartbeat- no questions asked.

              What brought it on, he wasn’t entirely sure. Delicate flower petals were pulled apart, piece by piece, his hands surprisingly gentle with such practice over time. Lost in his thoughts, his work, his voice brought with it a deafening silence that left him stopping in his tracks. Like he’d been awoken from a trance, his mind suddenly clear from the white noise of his day to day, the music from the bliss or stars that blurred his vision. Like he was able to think of his life before all this, or what he’d dreamed for himself after. As if it wasn’t a forbidden, sinful concept- something that even John seemed to think of, but never let on until now. 

              These sort of thoughts and topics were usually things that never left the bedroom. Foolish thoughts, like young boys with wild dreams, traveling the world or going anywhere their hearts desired. He’d often had such vivid dreams while he’d sleep, where he and John would take a plane and fly beyond Hope County, far far away, where they might start their lives anew. But then the fear would set in, the worry of not being good enough. What if he’d bore him? What if he’d tire of his presence? What if he found someone better, when he could have the whole world at his fingertips? Some nights the plane would crash just before he’d wake up, spiraling to the earth like a modern day Icarus, opening his eyes just before he’d hit the ground. 

              But here he was, wide awake, not caught the afterglow of what-if’s- but standing before him, genuine question falling from his lips. It left his eyes wandering, meeting a pair of piercing blue, always unwavering, sincere, no sign of hesitation in asking his thoughts. Was it a test of loyalty? Or something more sincere? Brow furrowed, turning cheek the other way as he’d give a half smile, palms brushing together to dust pollen from his fingers as he spoke. “I never thought I would hear this from you of all people..” Not that he was complaining- in fact- it was the opposite. He could feel his heart race at the thought, them getting away from it all. His brother, this place, this cult, start a life of their own- why he tried to keep a calm façade, his gaze eventually lifting from his bliss stained fingers to meet his eyes, closing the space between them with slow and careful steps. “I mean… we always could, if you wanted to. I could use a chance of scenery…” 

              He would give it all up, leave it all behind, if only he’d say yes. The thought left him humming, a hand moving to his chest, fingers gently trailing over the self-inflicted scar that was etched into his skin. Touch surprisingly delicate, laughing to himself as he looked up at him with bright, hopeful eyes.  “Is this your proposal to run away with me? If so- we could make an event out of it. Like one of those weddings where we run off, elope together and all that. We would never have to come back- start a life of our own, aye?” It almost sounded too good to be true, leaning onto his toes, catching his lips against his own as his brow would settle against his. “You know my answer- what it always is for you. All you have to do is say yes- I’ll go anywhere, so long as I have you.”

[iamt80]

Try Again - d.ear & Jaehyun

TRY AGAIN slipped my mind at the first try, but then surprisingly came back and placed a position in my favorite playlist. Beyond visual appeals, the melodies and lyrics are open to opposite and sentimental interpretation, especially when listeners are covered in loneliness and frustration. It is like a beautiful and interesting double face coat that everyone should have in their wardrobe, which might not be usually used but definitely is a must for a rainy and doom day.

The dark side  

Due to the long time we shared  

Perhaps it's just natural our expectations increased  

Even with our countless shouts  

We couldn't reach each other's hearts  

Started with a blue tone and slow piano back sounds, the first verse tells a not so pleasure story of shouts and disappointment. I wondered the causes of “countless shouts” are countless problems or countless repetition of the same old mistakes. Being well-matched has never been an easy thing nor of destiny, but is a progress requiring bilateral efforts for continuous adjustments and personal development. Conflict is sometimes a greater good because once the problems are handled, we will get a better understanding on ourselves and our partner. However, an increasing number of unsolved conflicts over the time just more or less implies the fact that we are not meant to be. Whatever the case is, it is incomparable with the exhaustion caused by a non-stop bleeding wound when one keeps on digging their fingers in the sore. If a problem revisits us that frequent, it is us ourselves being the problem.  

So whenever you ask me again how I feel    

Please remember my answer is you    

Even if we have to go back a long way    

I will still feel the same way about you    

We'll be alright, I want to try again  

Confusion and negative flows from the previous part and the chorus provoke pains, especially the conversation “how do you feel?” - “my answer is you”. The one asking the question might not aim to seek for confirmation if the other stands by her side, but for her partner's true feeling and opinion. The pain point is rooted from lack of understanding and empathy, which can only be built up if we are honest with ourselves, and sincere with the other. Having your true heart exposed actually is a risky bet, but let’s nip the problem in the bud rather than sugarcoating them all. A bitter ending is better than an endless bitterness.  

“I will still feel the same way about you” - The more I dig into the lyrics, the less patient I turn. I should have felt more secured and confident, but why is only insecurity left in the given context. The boundary between “I love everyone” and “I love no one in particular” is indeed subtle, and “I feel the same” is neither different to “I don’t feel anything”. Being so generalized is way too confusing and boring. Long time spent together surely comes up with memories, thoughts and feelings. Then, “the same way” means the same with what feeling, what emotion, what thought? This creates a vague premonition whether the perception about a person is stuck somewhere in the other's mind, or does one just love the ideal of love instead of actually falling in love?  

The bright side  

No matter how many times we fall apart    

Due to our frequent arguments    

Like I said, we're the ones that matter the most    

We're not meaningless  

I'm taking a step forward and    

I'm telling you what the past has shown us  

Escaping the ocean of confusion, the second verse comes out with like a warmer and brighter flow. This part, the narrator clearly states his opinion, what he values most, so I know what he is standing for. Saying We're not meaningless eases me somehow. I am actually afraid of being nothing when one says everything before, and also of being a delusion. What the past has shown us more or less confirms that this relationship is real through the acknowledgement of bricks we have built together. I am not sure if this verse is a higher level of manipulation of the previous one, or actually is the light of hope. And I opt the latter.  

A bit sentimental, but I hope that this verse would come to people whenever they are covered in sadness. Things do not always follow the way we expected. We then feel down, seeing ourselves a total useless, being annoyed with no fruitfulness but failure, or overwhelmed in negative energies. Having someone there to encourage and share us the pressure is greater than great. However, regardless of being surrounded by people, there is certain time in life we feel disconnected with the outer world, being lost and completely lonely. And in such time, there is only you stay with yourself.  

The strength from inside is something undeniable but often neglected. There is no guaranteed remedy for all dilemmas. New solution/new people are things people normally think of, while in some cases, taking a break to look back the road we have gone through is worth considering either. I do not encourage falling into the past or being too relied on the same old route. But sometimes, things have changed in a very fast pace that we forget who we are. Us at the present are built from all the experiences we have ever gained, what we love/hate, and what make us happy/sad. One day, every little thing we've done will become the motivation for us to continue. It can’t be helped if we’ve tried our best but things are still struggled. At least, we do not regret :)  

So whenever you ask me again how I feel    

Please remember my answer is you    

Even if we have to go back a long way    

I will still feel the same way about you    

We'll be alright, I want to try again  

The same chorus, but this time, thanks to the connection with its previous part, produces optimistic vibe and feelings. It is a gentle whisper that I’d love to tell myself and my precious ones. My late 2022 was in a state of utter chaos. Everybody does their job well while me terribly. When I was about to give up, the chorus came and said things I needed the most that I nearly burst into tears. I just felt like I've got someone back me up to continue. Reorganizing the messy thoughts and experiences when the hard time got over, I think of this song as a gift for me. This entry is quite like a wall of text, but I just simply want to express my gratitude for the attempt of people who made this song exists.  

We'll be alright, please try again  

We can never know for sure whether what we are trying to do will come up with a good or bad outcome. However, keeping on moving at least makes us alive. I don’t like John Lennon, but I like a saying (widely assumed to be his): everything will be okay in the end. If it’s not okay, it is not the end. Yes, nothing is perfect, so if you know what is important to you, please TRY AGAIN.

And last but not least, happy your 1402 day, Jaehyun 😊  

[allegraxnardi]

rylanpratt·:

Rylan knew Allegra had been drinking, not because she could tell by her behaviour but because her mind was so keenly tuned to her want for alcohol she could smell it on her. Even when they’d hugged the smell of alcohol and smoke had caught her nose from the blonde’s hair making Rylan’s heart twinge with jealousy. Normally they’d have done that together - or they’d have blown this festival off entirely to get trashed, but now they had to do more wholesome things. At least Allegra was willing to join Rylan in that sometimes because it would have been fair enough to abandon her for something much better, a lesser friend would.

“No, you don’t look at me the same way you look at him because we have yet to end up fucking. I am willing to put money on the way you look at him being the opposite of the way you look at me.” Rylan sniggered as she took another bite of the cotton candy off the tip of her pointer finger, glancing over at the other with a smirk. “You should have told me that before, I wouldn’t have told Nate where to shove it if I knew I had a chance with you.” To Rylan it just made sense for the two of them to go watch their third friend performing because…well they did everything together, always supporting each other. That was one of the rules of the foursome, unspoken but binding, they had each others backs. Okay so the person currently playing wasn’t Rhett but she let herself be dragged along by Allegra so they could go find him, careful not to drop her tooth rotting snack - it was precious cargo! She was only half way through it so to finish would be a total waste, especially considering how overpriced it had been. “You can sense him, are your vagina senses tingling?” She cackled, still going as they turned a one eighty as quickly as they’d arrived. What the fuck? Glancing over her shoulder to look at the man hugging some unknown woman making the brunette frown. Who the hell was she? “Careful you’re going to give me whiplash. Yeah I saw it but so what? He’s just hugging some girl, it’s Rhett. You know what he’s like A. He likes to be like…touching things…he’s what’s the word…tactile? Is that the word?” Sounding unsure.

                 “Now it’s all ruined, Ry, and we could have had it all,” her words sealed with another laugh, she shook her head upon hearing the next thing that came out of Rylan’s mouth - such a typical Rylan.. and Allegra loved her because of that. “Yes, my vagina is strictly programmed for Rhett. It turns on whenever he’s close by,” ever so slightly rolling her eyes, the blonde chuckled upon realizing how true that actually was. It was only Rhett in her life.. for months it’d been only him. How the hell did she fall for him so much was beyond her, but she did.. and she was craving him more than anything else. And there were no rules.. she wanted him when she was drunk, when she was high.. when she was sober. And they made sure they were sober when they were together, which was also a rather fucked up thing. What was that even? Why were they so keen to be sober when fucking? Was it just that? God, her head was hurting just from thinking about it, but now seeing him with someone else.. she hated it. And she knew she was a bit jealous by nature, but.. “Does he have to do it all the fuckin’ time, Ry? What, he can’t stand on his own? Just has to find another human pole to lean on?” Shaking her head, Allegra threw her half-eaten candy cotton in the garbage before she stopped in her place. “You know what he said to me other day?” She was still confused by those texts.. truth be told, when it came to Rhett she was confused more than ever these days. It was as if everything was out of control. More and more people were finding out about the two of them, yet they were closer than ever to falling apart.. if they could even fall apart considering they were just friends with benefits? “He told me I should date rich snobs. I mean, Nico wants me to date them, but Rhett agrees.. why would he do that? He basically told me I should date other people.”

[judeswhore]

fic idea: you surprising jude in germany and he’s all ‘omg what are you doing here’ bc imagine him engulfing you in a bear hug OR jude coming to surprise you in london and you walk into your flat and he’s just standing their with flowers and his goofy smile on his face

back to you - jude bellingham

ik it’s not valentine’s day anymore i just take forever to write smh

"I'm exhausted. My feet feel like they're gonna fall off." You grumbled into your phone, your body leant against the wall of the lift as you held it to your ear. You were met with your own overly tired expression when you glanced up at the mirror on the opposite wall and you grimaced. "And I look like shit."

"Rough day?" Jude's voice was quiet down the line and the soft note of sympathy you could just make out had your heart twisting in your chest. It had been two months since you'd last seen him and the phone calls and facetimes only seemed to be making it more difficult. It also didn't help that with Valentine's Day being tomorrow the entire café had been in some sort of weird love spell for the past few days and you'd been subjected to the ins and outs of everyone else's romantic plans.

"The worst. I just wanna go to bed, I think I could literally sleep for the next week." You ran your finger beneath your eye to clear a bit of smudged mascara as your boyfriend hummed lightly and you wanted nothing more than to be wrapped up in his arms.

"You don't have any plans tonight do you?" You gave a quick shake of your head despite the fact he couldn't see you before quickly amending.

"No, I was meant to go to this new club in town with Lola but she text while I was at work to say she couldn't make it. Kind of glad, don't think I could last without falling asleep on the dance floor." The lift shuddered to a stop on your floor and you slowly pushed yourself off the wall, eager now to be inside your flat. "What about you? You're free for the next week, does that mean partying with Erling again?"

"No," Jude gave a soft snort and you could picture him shaking his head with that small grin. He was probably sprawled out on his sofa and you'd really do anything to be there with him, your head settled against his chest while he told you about his day. It was those small things that you missed so much when you were apart, just being able to curl up with him after a long day and talk about absolutely anything. "Thought we could facetime, watch a movie or something? But I think you might end up falling asleep on me."

"I can stay awake." You held your phone between your shoulder and ear as you rooted around in your bag for your key. Lola being with her boyfriend tonight meant you had the flat to yourself and that wasn't really something you were going to complain about if it also meant you could talk to Jude in peace.

"Really? Last time you said that you fell asleep like twenty minutes in."

"That was you! I had to end the call because your snoring was irritating Lola's cat." Jude's next words were muffled slightly as you pulled the phone away from your ear while unlocking the door but you caught the last part of 'don't snore.' which had you rolling your eyes. "You sound like a bulldozer, you need to get checked out or something."

The lights in the flat were already on and you mentally cursed your best friend for not switching them off when she left. You awkwardly kicked the front door shut with a soft bang and dropped your overflowing bag to the floor, keys clattering on to the little table by the door. Jude was oddly silent down the line as you pulled your coat off and hung it on the hook and your brows drew together, mouth opening to ask him what was wrong.

"Do I now?" Jude's voice was loud and most definitely not over the phone and your heart slammed unevenly in your chest when you caught sight of him standing just by the kitchen door. He was carrying a bouquet of roses, face lit up in a smile and within seconds you'd launched yourself at him, legs and arms wrapping around him as he tried not to stumble backwards into the wall. His arms curled around you and he gave a soft laugh as he spun the two of you slightly, his head turning so he could tuck his face away in the crook of your neck.

"What are you-?" You cut yourself off, unable to find words as you took in his familiar scent and basked in the feeling of his arms around you again. Jude stopped spinning slowly, his hands finding your hips as he set your feet on the ground, his gaze meeting yours, lips tilting into an even bigger smile.

"I missed you," He mumbled, fingers sliding along your back, pushing carefully beneath your jumper. "And I wanted to see you." He dipped his head so he could nudge his nose against yours and your arms tightened around his neck, your fingers flattening against the back of his head. Your heart and tummy were still doing odd flips and you suddenly had the overwhelming urge to cry, your emotions creeping up on you as you thought about how long you'd gone without him.

"I missed you, too, God, so fucking much." You pressed a kiss to his lips, pushing up on to your tip toes to hold him closer. He tasted like coffee and Jude and you never wanted him to leave again. His thumb brushed over your hip and you let out a quiet noise into his mouth, nipping softly at his bottom lip. "Why didn't you tell me you were coming? I could have planned something."

"Wanted it to be a surprise." He spoke the words between kisses and you knew without a doubt that the two you wouldn't leave the others side for the next few days. "Made sure Lola cancelled your plans so you'd come straight home, she let me in before she left." This had you pulling back and you eyed him, fingers sliding down his neck so you could cup his jaw instead.

"How long has this been planned?"

"Few days."

"Lola knew you were coming and she let me mope around whining all day about how much I missed you?" Jude grinned and peppered kisses across your cheeks, lips lowering to graze your jaw.

"I told you, it was a surprise, I asked her not to say anything." He pressed a kiss to the very tip of your nose, his smile brightening when you scrunched it in reply and set the flowers down on the little table. His hands came up to cup your cheeks as your brows drew together in a soft frown.

"Not gonna actually give me the flowers, Bellingham?" Jude's eyes were set on your lips and they briefly flickered to yours before he shook his head. His thumb brushed along your bottom lip and he stepped impossibly closer to you, his grip on your cheeks tilting your head back further.

"Later, I just wanna.." He leant in and kissed you softly, tongue meeting yours almost immediately and you hummed quietly into his mouth, fingers tugging him closer by his shirt. His kiss was slow as though he was savouring every second and you half melted against him when he stroked his thumbs over your cheeks, your stomach flipping at the softest of gestures. "I really fuckin' missed you."

He kept his forehead pressed against yours, his eyes still closed and you bumped his nose, sliding your hands beneath his shirt to span your fingers across his bare chest. "Maybe you should sneak me into your suitcase when you leave?” This had him grinning, shaking his head as he kissed you again, gentle and fleeting.

“You’d definitely fit.” He tucked your hair behind your ear, eyes searching your face as though he was trying to commit every detail to memory before he left again. His gaze was soft and so completely full of love and your cheeks grew warmer with each passing second, face suddenly contorting before you hid away in his neck.

“Stop doing that weird staring thing.” Jude’s laugh was a startled one, his fingers playfully swatting at you.

“It’s not weird.” He turned his head to kiss the side of yours. “You’re just pretty.” It was your turn to nudge him but before you could say anything else, he was pulling back and reaching for the flowers again. “Happy early Valentine’s Day, baby.” He held the roses between your bodies, leaning down to kiss your cheek.

You reached out to run your fingers down his arm, twisting your fingers around his and squeezing. “I didn’t get you anything, I didn’t think-“ Jude was shaking his head before you’d finished speaking.

“I don’t need anything,” He squeezed your fingers back, lifting your hand to his mouth and skimming his lips over your knuckles. “I’m home with my girlfriend and I’m about to keep her in bed for the next two days, that’s my gift.” You opened your mouth to protest but he shut you up with another kiss, mouth carefully covering yours and cementing his words. His fingers tugged the flowers from you again, his lips still pressed to yours and his next words had your tummy fluttering, your fingers tightening on him. “I think I’m gonna start that now actually.”

[ellabxrnes]

Can I please request a Bucky x reader where reader gets hurt and it’s just full of bucky and reader snuggles and fluff? Thank youuuu

I haven't written for Neighbor!Bucky yet, and I thought this would be the perfect chance! This is set post blimp in the apartment complex featured in TFATWS. I hope you enjoy!

Always So Helpful

Bucky never thought he would be living like this. He knew he couldn't live in Wakanda forever, but he never in a million years thought he would move into an apartment and meet you, the love of his life. Only, you weren't aware that he harbored such feelings for you. At least, not until one day, when you were -stupidly- carrying a huge bag of groceries up the stairs in your apartment complex. 

You were almost to your level; when you reached your purse to get your keys, you tripped and sprained your ankle. That wasn't even the worst of it either. Your neighbor, Bucky, also your friend, was right behind you. It was super embarrassing. Ever since he'd introduced himself to you the day he moved in, you had developed a slight crush on him. At first, it was innocent, he was just a very polite and attractive guy, but it quickly became more. He started to invite you over to watch shows and catch up on the last few decades (you found out later what exactly he meant by that), and you always ended up falling asleep in his arms. You would wake up and apologize profusely before quickly grabbing your things before he could talk to you. You felt embarrassed then, but it doesn't even compare to now. 

You tried your best to get up and make it seem like nothing, but as soon as you put pressure on your right foot, you fell again. That's when you saw Bucky run up the stairs. You tried hiding your face, but you knew it would be useless. So you turned around and saw the shock on his face. His eyes were focused on your ankle. 

"Y/N? What happened?" he rushed over beside you and started to pick up all the groceries you had dropped, seeing if he could save any or if they were all ruined. 

"Bucky, I'm fine. I just fell up the stairs. Thanks for checking on me, though," you held a death grip on the railing, attempting to stand. Bucky quickly grabbed you and carried you up to the landing before setting you back down to get your groceries. You noticed he had sorted through what could be kept and the ruined items. "You didn't have to do that." He looked back up at you. "I mean, sorting my items. I could have done that-" 

He shook his head and started back up the stairs to where you are. "No, you couldn't have. I saw your ankle."

You look down and notice your swollen ankle. You most definitely are not OK. Best to accept his help because you know Bucky, and he is relentless with stuff like this. You meet Bucky's eye.

He bends down to your level. "Let me help you, okay? Give me your key, and I'll get you and your groceries to your place." You knew he would be relentless until you broke down and accepted his help, so you instead nodded your head and held your arms out so he could easily pick you up.

After making it to your apartment, he sets you down gently on your couch and starts putting your groceries away. You turn the TV on and start watching it when Bucky comes back to you with an ice pack. You readjust yourself on the couch so that you are sitting up. You pat the couch, signaling for Bucky to sit beside you. 

"Your ankle needs to be iced and elevated."

You ask him to grab you a pillow so you can rest your ankle with the ice on your coffee table. After Bucky makes sure you are comfortable, he sits next to you on the couch and looks at the TV. After a moment of you both just staring at the TV, he breaks the ice. 

"Nice apartment,"

You giggle. "Bucky, don't act like this is some awkward encounter with a stranger. We're friends!" He goes red at your statement. "Now, can we watch a movie together, without us being on opposite sides of the couch?"

Now it's his turn to laugh. You pat the couch, and he inches towards you and puts his arm around your shoulder. You snuggle up to Bucky but accidentally move your foot, cringing at the pain. Bucky moves back, thinking he did something wrong. "I'm so sorry; I didn't mean-" You turn to him and pull him close to you again. "Bucky, you did nothing wrong. It was me,"

He kisses your forehead, and you look into his eyes. "Thank you for always being so helpful, Bucky," when he looks down at you 15 minutes later, you're out cold. He smiles, and his chest gets warm. If helping you felt like this, he could do it for lifetimes. 

Thank you for reading! Likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated. I do take requests too!

[wizkiddx]

3 hearts broken

I did an angst thing again oops also not proof read double oops

summary: an argument between you and tom, except it takes him hurting someone else for you to loose it

warnings: alot of swearing (im British sorry not sorry) idk anything else except commitment issues?

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It was an argument you and your boyfriend regularly had. In fact, it was the only argument the two of you ever had. And especially recently, one that Tom seemed to want to have every day. It didn’t matter where you were on set; in the rental home; out for dinner. Or like now… in the airport lounge.

You were sitting across from each other in a semi-private booth. Tom in his joggers and a burgundy hoodie, you in your black leggings and an oversized tee that actually belonged to your boyfriend. The rest of the place was almost deserted, given the late-night time of the flight. It was probably why Tom felt so comfortable bringing up this touchy subject in a public place.

You were both way past overtired too, owing to the end of a gruelling shoot. All you wanted was to get back to London and get into your own bed. Without an unnecessary fight with Tom.

Unfortunately for you, when you had naively said those exact words, Tom’s overtired brain skipped straight to it being a personal attack.

“I don’t see why you can’t commit to moving in Y/n! We practically live together for filming anyway so-“

“I love you Tom, more than I could ever express. I just… I can’t do this yet. I need… more-“

“More time, I know.” He grumbled, already standing and slinging his duffel bag over his shoulder - as the flight’s gate was announced by the intercom. Had he not already turned his back and started heading along the hallway, you would’ve tried to protest and calm him down. But thanks to his urgency to get away from you… all you could do was sigh. Slumping back against the seat before hauling yourself up and grabbing the bags - that he had helped you with on the way in.

No doubt this would be a long flight.

That it was. Tom had been maturely giving you the silent treatment at the gate, as you were boarding, and finding you seats. You were both in first class, so you had adjacent little pods with a little partition in the middle. It’s standard position was to be lowered however, before you’d even been able to settle into your window seat, Tom had already switched to button to have it slowly slide up.

Real fucking mature.

Thinking he just needed some time to cool off, you rolled your eyes but let him be. Even though you were such a frequent flier, you were terrible at getting any sleep on them. Tom knew this, knew how much you disliked the idea of being hurtling through the air in a tin can. Usually, he’d be holding your hand, entertaining you by watching a movie and providing a shit commentary over the top. Sometimes, when you were both as exhausted as right now, he’d even slide into your chair, having you perch on top of him so you could fall asleep listening to his heartbeat in his chest. Now though? He refused to acknowledge your existence.

Tom never had such issues flying, he was like a switch that could just choose to fall asleep at any and every point. Which is perhaps why it shocked you to see him still wide awake, staring angrily at the corner of his pod when you went to the loo, hours later. Thinking it was time for a peace offering, on the return to your seat you made eye contact and began to smile softly at him. However, that plan lasted for all of two seconds, since as soon as he realised you had seen him staring, Tom instantly shut his eyes - playing asleep.

He really was being particularly stubborn tonight.

By the time the plane landed, he’d still refused to say anything - and it was starting to really piss you off too. You’d tried to be mature, tried to offer the metaphorical olive branch and he had quite literally thrown it back in your face. So by the time you were being escorted off the plane (first because you were first class), you hung back from your boyfriend, wanting to have your own space.

Which was exactly why you didn’t want to give up your own apartment yet!

The two of you walked across the bridge into the terminal with a good 8 metres between each other. Tom didn’t bother to turn round and check on you, taking purposeful steps as though he wanted to get away.

Thankfully the terminal was quiet, probably due to the ungodly hour in the morning you’d landed at. The halls echoed only with your and Toms footsteps, the echo exaggerating just how far away you felt from him at this point. Still, Tom hadn’t acknowledged your existence, or anyone elses for that matter - the pair of you almost got to baggage reclaim before seeing any other humans.

And that is where it all went wrong.

It was typical, an otherwise empty airport except for you, Tom and a family with 2 girls. 2 teenage girls. 2 teen girls whose eyes widened to almost comical levels at the sight of your boyfriend. You’d seen them from a mile away, but from Tom’s reaction to them - he clearly hadn’t.

In fact, you were such a distance away you couldn’t exactly hear the exchange. But what you saw, had your heart in your mouth.

The girls ran over from the seats their whole family were sitting in, squealing at Tom with that overcited little jump you’d seen so often. Instead of Tom turning to them and entertaining them with small talk and a photo or two - he did the opposite. If anything, he quickened his cadence, looked as though he waved the girls off without muttering two words.

And maybe there was a reason. Maybe they had shouted something really rude at him - but fuck, the chances were slim. One looked ten, and one looked a couple of years older - as you approached, you saw the dejected and shocked faces melt into ones of intense disappointment. The eldest turned and hugged the younger, whose chest appeared to be shaking in a way that meant only one thing. Tom had made her cry.

Just as both the mother and father stood up to rush to the girls, you matched their hurried steps - getting their first.

“Hi, excuse me… “

You felt really awkward but knew you had to do something for these poor girls. And quite possibly for Toms career too. “Are you guys okay?” It took a second or two, but the girls clearly both recognised you too (thank god), throwing nervous looks at each other.

“Are yo-you Y/n?” The younger one asked, bright eyes glazed in tears which broke your heart to see.

“Yeh-yeh I am, what are your names?” You knelt, smiling warmly at the girls, who seemed to chirp up a bit.

“I’m Tima” The eldest spoke first before nudging the other to speak. You waited patiently till the little girl had wiped her eyes before replying.

“I’m Azara.”

“Wow, you’ve both got very beautiful names. Where are you both headin-“

“Can I ask you a question!?” Litte Azara burst out, interrupting you, but in the cutest and sweetest way. You just laughed and said of course, as she twiddled with her thumbs nervously.

“How big is the biggest T-rex?” Her little eyes were so curious and you had to suppress a giggle, seeing how serious it was.

Of course, the T-Rexs in Jurassic world (one of your movies) were all CGI. But Azara didn’t have to know that.

“Oh, they are bigger thanthan the tallest trees you’ve ever seen!”

You carried on your little chat with the girls for five or so minutes, laughing with them and exchanging soft nods with their parents too - who seemed appreciative of your time. Eventually, though, it was the dad who pulled time on the exchange, signalling that the girls had taken up enough of your time. As you stood up, Tima spoke up - after being relatively withdrawn from the conversation.

“You’re friends with Tom Holland right?” You nodded, subconsciously biting your lip to see what she would say. “Can you tell him sorry for bothering him, it’s just Azara was excited, we only wanted to say hi.”

Yeh, there was absolutely no way these incredibly sweet girls did anything to Tom. He was just being a knob.

“Hey, it’s not your fault at all. We’ve just had a really, really long flight, and he’s in a bit of a mood at me - I’m so sorry that he let it out on you.”

That explanation seemed to satisfy Tima with a nod, and with some final hugs you bid the girls both farewell. By this point, the rest of your plane had caught up along the corridors, so it was busier, and you had to fight against the small crowd to get through the airport as quickly as possible. Because you were seething with rage for Tom and could not wait to tell him exactly what those poor girls thought of him.

Unsurprisingly Tom had chosen not to wait for you in the airport at all, instead already hiding inside the blacked-out windows of the 4x4 waiting at the collection point. You marched up to that car angry to the point you thought the whole airport would notice. Yanking the door so hard you were surprised you did no damage to it, you threw your bags in - momentarily ignoring the sight of Tom huddled into a corner, staring at his phone with AirPods in.

But once you slammed the door shut and the driver started the car, you let yourself go.

“Who the fuck do you think you are!”

“Y/n can we just leave it for- “

“You made 2 girls cry!!! You were so self-absorbed in your temper tantrum that you made 2 teenage girls cry. You proud of yourself?”

This time he did look at you, eyes wide and confused - clearly not understanding. So you continued - laying it out for him.

“Those two girls you waved off because you were so busy running away from me? Well the youngest one cried and then the eldest didn’t speak and when she did it was only to ask me to apologise to you. You’re a fucking dickhead!”

“I didn’t mean-“

“Oh god, that makes it all better. You didn’t mean to make them cry on purpose, so it’s fine! God if you’d only said I’d-“

“Fuck off Y/n you’re not being fair, cut the sarcasm.”

“I’m not being fair?!? Because I’m the bad person in this situation, right? I just saved you from a very, very bad headline tomorrow morning because you were too busy giving me the silent treatment.”

“Yeah, well, your the one who doesn’t seem to give a damn about me!”

You scoffed hard at his words, air trapped in your throat that now felt completely stuck. How could he say that? How could he even think that?

As much as you hated showing it, you felt your eyes well up with tears. Because who the fuck did he think he was.

“Now that, that is so unfair. You know exactly my history and why I don’t want to move in yet AND you know just how much I fucking love you. So don’t you dare.”

“You're not convincing anyone.” He spoke quieter, but the venom behind his tone was still there. As the first tear escaped over your bottom lashes, you knocked on the partition to the driver and asked him, in no uncertain terms, to pull over.

“Congrats Tom. That’s three women you’ve broken the hearts of in 20 minutes. Must be some sort of a record.”

And with that you slammed the door shut, abandoned on the side of the road somewhere within Heathrow.

?a part 2? idk where id go from here aha

tagging: @lovehollandy12 @hollandlover19 @thefernandasantana @hunnybunimdun @hallecarey1@cedricdiggorysimpp @msmimimerton @hollandfanficlove @pandaxnienke @crossyourpeter @thegirlwiththeimpala

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move in with me - mason mount

(gif from pinterest)

Christmas Masterlist

Summary: Mason is annoyed that you play christmas music 24/7 but it quickly changes to another topic

“Santa, that’s my only wish this year” was the first thing Mason heard when walking through the door. He sighed and chucked his training bag on the stairs. “Don’t you want to put on something different?”, he asked, joining you in the kitchen and putting his elbows on the counter. “Why would I?”

“Because for the last ten days, every time I came home, Christmas music was booming through the house”, he complained, looking at you with kind of annoyed eyes. “But it’s December, baby”, you smiled, standing opposite of him. “For the last nine days it was November!” “Wrong, yesterday was the 1st”, you grinned.

The next song started, one of your favorites and you started to smile and turned over to the cookies you were baking. “All I want for Christmas- “, you sang in the same slow rhythm as Mariah Carey. “- is youuuuuu” you continued jumping up and down.

Mason groaned and let his head fall into his hands. “I don't want a lot for Christmas, there is just one thing I need” you sang loudly, gesticulating the words you were singing. “I don't care about the presents underneath the Christmas tree.”

You started to move around Mason and when you stood behind him, you let your arms snake around his waist and brought your mouth close to his ear.

“I just want you for my own, more than you could ever know. Make my wish come true. All I want for Christmas is you”, you whispered, pressing a soft kiss under his ear and leaning your head against his back. You started to sway his body in the rhythm of the music, causing his mouth to escape some low chuckles.

Him using the words ‘our home’ made butterflies break out in your stomach. You weren’t living with him, not officially. You had your own apartment together with your best friend, only about 15 minutes from his house. Yet, you spent the majority of your time at Mason’s. He certainly didn’t mind, neither did your best friend, who you were pretty sure was staying at Ben’s most of the time.

“You want to help me?”, you asked grinning and still swaying both of your bodies. “I suck at baking”,  Mason mumbled. “Oh, I know you do.” “And yet you’re still offering?” he chuckled.

“I mean, it’s your house, you payed for it so if you burn the house down-“ “I think I can manage NOT to destroy our home”, he interrupted you, turning around on the high chair and pulling you closer, so you were now stood between his legs.

Mason stroke your cheek, putting one strand of hair behind your ear and pulling your face closer until your lips touched. You couldn’t help but smile, burying one hand in his hair while the other slightly stoke his beard stubbles.

“Move in”, he whispered against your lips. “What?”, you asked chuckling. Mason placed his hand on your lower back and pulled you into a tight hug. His lips close to your ear.

“Move in with me, please. You spend most of your days and nights here anyway so why not fully live here?”, your boyfriend mumbled. You couldn’t stop the bright smile on your face but Mason didn’t see that. “I don’t know”, you lied, acting not that pleased about his request. “What about Lyla, I don’t want to leave her all alone in the apartment, especially with the rent and everything.”

You and Lyla had talked about moving out of the apartment at the end of December as Ben had asked her to move in, so that would not be a problem but Mason was not aware of that yet.

“She’s with Ben most of the time anyway and he wants to ask her to move in. And I can pay your rent, didn’t you say your contract expires at the end of the year?” he said, drawing circles on your back.

He pulled away from you so he could look at you. “You were joking the entire time, weren’t you?”, your boyfriend asked. He just knew you way too good. “Lyla is moving in with Ben and we actually have already talked about moving out of the apartment”, you told him.

“What if I don’t want to live here?”, you dared to ask, holding your breath and trying hard not to burst out into laughers. “What?”, Mason asked, stopping his finger movements.

“You’re pretty annoying”, you said, letting out your laughters. Mason took a deep breath. “Ha ha, vey funny. Don’t scare me like that.”

Mason pouted and slightly tickled your sides, making you twist in his arms and your legs almost giving in. He quickly grabbed your waist but laughed at how ticklish you were.

“Does that mean we are celebrating Christmas this year in OUR home?”, he asked, a pleased smile on his lips. “Yes, I think it does”, you couldn’t contain your smile either and connected your lips again.

You grabbed his hand, pulling him up from the chair. “Come on now, Jaz is dropping off Summer in half an hour. She wants to bake with us”, you told him, dragging him around to counter to where the cookie dough was.

“But you do know that this also means we’re going to listen to Christmas music the entire day?”, you asked, looking into his eyes.

He stayed silent for a few seconds before he dryly replied with “Can I withdraw the offer?” and making you laugh. “Too late for that now, Mount”, you laughed and wriggled out of his grip.

[shorkbrian]

I swear I ain’t in it for the money, but I can’t stop thinking about sugar daddy shoto. Maybe he sweeps a cute little college kid or barista of their feet, just something fun and casual. But this man starts falling harder, needing a way to lock them down to him. Money isn’t quite cutting it anymore, so he decides fucking a baby into her would do the trick. Shoto would push her down into the mattress, large frame twisting her into a sweet mating press. This way they could stay together forever and Shoto would have absolutely no problem providing for his sweet family <3

but fr tho I feel like Shouto is NOT the type for kids.

Mans will tolerate them when they babble or wave at him, but he very actively Does Not Want them.

Always uses condoms, and even though he’ll threaten not to, it’s never a legit thought in his mind to cum inside. Shouto doesn’t want to be a dad.

-----

You’ll be sittin on a park bench, fading sunset dark and pretty in front of you yet all you can do is cry. There’s not really any people around so it’s not like you’re bothering anyone - you hadn’t wanted to cry in your shabby apartment (half the cause of your worries) just in case you received a noise complaint.

“Are you alright?”

A somber, smooth voice is heard. You’re swiping at your tears quickly as you look up, trying to laugh off your state of distress. “Oh, haha, yeah I’m fine. Thanks for asking.” It’s hard to smile with your puffy cheeks and red-rimmed eyes.

The man in front of you frowns, hands in his coat pockets, scarf draped around his neck. “You don’t look fine. Mind if I sit?”

He’s already claiming the spot next to you on the bench before you can say a word, turning to you with a passive expression. “Why are you crying?”

And that’s all it takes to have you breaking down all over again, tears streaming down your face. Just one person offering to listen to the heavy burden you have to bear.

‘’M sor-sorry...” You sob, wiping at your eyes with frigid fingers, successful in doing nothing more but smearing tears around your face.

“Here.” The man’s taking off his scarf, gloved hands offering it you.

“I ca-can’t use your sc-scarf sir.” But he’s insistent, pressing it into your hands up by your face.

“I’ll just get another one. Keep it, you’re in need of it more than I am.”

The kindness makes another fresh bout of tears roll down your cheeks, but this time you're able to dab them away with soft fabric as you sniffle.

It takes a moment for you to calm yourself. When you do, you can finally engage in conversation with the man.

You tell him about your job hours getting cut, how you’ve been turned down or ignored by every single place you’ve applied at for a second job. How you’re barely affording to wash your clothes - you have to hang them or drape them across things in your apartment because you don’t have the money to pay for a dryer cycle.

And to top it all off, you’re still short on rent, despite how you scrimped and saved and even forced yourself not to buy groceries this week - you’ve gone hungry for the past three days.

“You haven’t eaten?”

You glance up at the man and his incredulous expression, shaking your head. “I’ve been trying to save money, I thought I could afford my rent if-”

“What kind of food do you like?” The man is pulling out his phone, swiping and tapping immediately. 

“Thank you, but I’m not-” looking for charity is what you want to say. Plus, you shouldn’t accept favors from strange men.

But the handsome man is waving you silent. “I’m cold, plus I’d like to grab a bite to eat before I head home. I don’t like eating alone though, you’d honestly be doing me a favor.”

You take a moment to process. Is he telling the truth? He sounds like an honest guy.

“Seems like the only place open around here is “Joe’s 24 hour Diner”.... You mind burgers?”

So that's how you end up in a booth opposite the man (”Shouto” he had told you as you both headed to the diner), munching away at warm food. It tastes so good, you hardly have time to worry about the man watching you as he eats.

You’d been shocked at his looks the moment you’d seen him in the light of the diner. Pretty two-toned hair, different colored eyes, perfect skin, expensive clothes. Why was he even talking to you? It’s obvious the two of you led very different lives.

“How does everything taste?”

“Delicious.” Is your response, and Shouto seems pleased, nodding before taking another bite of his meal.

Maybe it’s stupid... but you feel weirdly safe with this man. He doesn’t seem to bear any ill-intent towards you, nor has he made any comments about your body or let his hands or eyes stray. He seems like a gentleman.

Conversation flows easily between the two of you, even sharing a few chuckles at times. He’s some fancy rich businessman, you learn, and you share about your own life, laughing at the comparisons. Shouto can’t fathom growing up in a house with less than five bedrooms and a personal servant.

He asks for your number, and you’re hesitant in giving it - he surely can’t be interested in you? But he seems so sincere, it’s hard to say no.

When the two of you part ways, Shouto gives you a wave, “Hope to see you again soon, and under better circumstances.”

“You too! And sorry for being such a mess and stopping your walk-”

Shouto shrugs, cheeks beginning to pink from the cold air as you two stand outside the diner. “You needed help. I like to assist.”

-----

The next morning you wake to find an atrociously large sum deposited in your Venmo account by none other than a Shouto Todoroki.

Immediately, you’re calling him. “It’s too much, we just met. How can you give away that much money to some low-life?”

You hear him sigh on the other end of the phone. “You’re obviously struggling. I was wondering what your hours are this week, perhaps we could talk about this over dinner? Or lunch, if that fits better with your schedule. I’m flexible.”

It’s a few days later, days spent questioning yourself, questioning his intentions, before you see him again, both of you deciding to meet for lunch to further discuss... whatever had just happened.

“Was what I gave you adequate to cover your rent?” Are the first words out of Shouto’s mouth after you greet each other.

“Yeah, more than enough-” You squirm. “But I need to ask.... why?”

“Why?”

“Why me.” 

“Oh.” Shouto’s expression clears. “That’s easy. I told you a few days ago - I like to assist. I’m quite lonely, and it feels nice to use my money on someone other than myself. I think providing for someone brings me... I wouldn’t quite say joy, but... contentment.”

You contemplate his answer for a moment. 

“Well... you saved me with my rent, I don’t really know how to thank you.”

The man leans forward. “Well.... I know it might be a bit sudden, but how would you feel accepting me as a.... benefactor of sorts?”

“You mean like a sugar daddy?” Is your immediate, blurted response. You want to slap yourself for speaking before you have the chance to think about your words, but luckily Shouto just lets out a light laugh.

“If you’d like to call it that. I’m willing to provide financial assistance for you, in exchange for companionship, if you’re willing to give it.”

Your face heats up as you drop your eyes, fidgeting nervously in your seat. “I don’t feel comfortable with a... a sexual relationshi-”

“That’s perfectly acceptable.” Shouto cuts you off before you can continue. “I wasn’t trying to insinuate a contract of that nature. I’m thinking more along the lines of accompanying me at meals, sharing experiences with me, providing company and friendship to a lonely man. If it seems that we’d like to progress further than that after we get to know each other, well, that will be addressed then. For now-” Shouto meets your eye, dipping his head a smidgeon so he can look at you directly. “All I ask for is a simple, non-intimate bond between two people.”

This is crazy.

And yet you accept.

The situation may be wild, and completely absurd, but you’d be a fool not to say yes.

Shouto is charming and handsome, respectful, courteous - you could go on and on about his positive qualities. He just seems like a sad, lonesome man swallowed by work and responsibilities, too stressed and busy to put the effort into making friends the conventional way. 

-----

Months pass by.

You’re eating at every meal, sated and never going hungry. You’re able to move into a new place, one that doesn’t smell like cigarettes and sits right next to a railroad.

Clothes aren’t a worry anymore, you have your own washer and dryer in your new apartment (Shouto offered to buy you a house, or a penthouse at the least, but you couldn’t justify it to yourself). You’re able to afford new things, and pretty dresses, shoes that are comfortable and fashionable and that fit.

You no longer have to wear clothes down until they have holes in them. You’re able to go to the doctor’s when you feel sick, able to pay for health insurance.

Life is good.

Shouto is a personable man, serious, but he can be rather funny and even crude at times.

The doubt and thoughts of “Why is he doing this for me?” and “I’m not good enough for this.” plague you, but Shouto always seems to catch on, reassuring you that you’re exactly what he needs - a friend.

And you’re more than happy to be that.

You think sometimes, that even if he wasn’t paying you, you’d still like to be friends with Shouto Todoroki.

Until he starts acting weird.

“You should just stay at my place. I have more than enough room,, it’d be easier for both our schedules. We’d get to see each other more often.”

“Uhm...” You don’t really know what to say. You like your freedom, and having your own place where you can walk around in your (expensive) underwear without being bothered.

“I think it’d be nice, don’t you? We could have breakfast every morning, you wouldn’t have to worry about traveling to and fro, we could spend more time together. We don’t see each other nearly enough.”

He’s pushing, insistent. How are you supposed to tell him no? He’s paying for your entire life. Plus, it wouldn’t be that bad to actually live with him. Shouto’s an amicable man.

So you move in.

“I bought you a few things, they’re on your bed.” 

Shouto’s striding into the kitchen where you’re making coffee, buttoning up his shirt as he comes closer. You’ve found that the man likes to sleep in nothing but boxers, shrieking and flushing an embarrassing shade the first time he’d come to wake you up with a sweet “welcome” breakfast in bed.

It’s taken a while to adjust, but you finally feel that you’re fully settled in.

“Oh, you really don’t ha-”

“I wanted to. I went through your closet - your clothes are nice, but your underwear seemed to be lacking.” He’s so matter-of-fact.

All you can do is stare at the back of his head.

“Could you pass me a spoon please?”

-----

Shouto had splurged on expensive, fancy lingerie. 

At least eight different sets were laid out on your bed. It was overwhelming. It also felt.... a bit intrusive? They were all in your size, in a complementary color for your skin tone. 

Weird.

Not as weird as the onset of Shouto’s casual touches.

You’d be reading, or drinking tea and watching cars race by on the street so far below, and Shouto would come up behind you, caress your sides before intertwining his fingers with yours on one hand. He did it as if it was a normal thing, but it felt anything but normal.

Or you’d be on the couch together, and Shouto would shuffle closer until his large body was pressed to yours, almost curled around you. The faux-cuddling was a bit more off putting. How do you tell him no?

The touches became more and more intimate, Shouto’s gifts more and more frequent until you weren’t even spending a penny, the man taking care of everything.

The arrangement was beginning to make you uncomfortable.

Shouto’s bi-colored eyes seemed to always be on you, tracing the shape of your body, watching you move, or breath, or sit. It was distracting, and you felt bad for feeling this way towards the man who’d pulled you out of poverty, but it was so unnerving.

He seemed to notice.

“You’ve been so stressed these past few days. Is something wrong?” Shouto’s rubbing a hand into your shoulder, hovering over you at the dinner table.

“No?” Is all you can manage, wiping your hands on your napkin as you finish your food.

Shouto frowns. With a sigh, his hand drops from your shoulder and the man leaves your side, heads toward the kitchen.

You clear your plate from the table, following after him so you can wash it and put it in the dishwasher before you head off to get ready for bed. 

But Shouto is rummaging in a cupboard, pulling down two wine glasses to accompany the bottle of wine that’s standing proud on the island.  It’s your favorite, a sweet wine that Shouto knows you like, always brings it out when he decides to drink whisky or bourbon after dinner.

He pops the cork and pours you a glass while you finish with your dishes, handing you the glass when you turn away from the sink, pressing it into your hands. “Let’s relax a little bit, it’ll be good for both of us.”

You’re fine with that, knowing that a little wine won’t hurt you, especially when it’s of such fine quality. You’d never dreamed that you’d be able to taste such richness in your lifetime, spend frivolous amounts of money on wine and fine eateries. Yet here you are.

Shouto pours himself a glass, barely a sip filling the bottom. The man raises it to his lips and takes a swig, grimacing a bit in his flat, unexpressive way. You giggle a little.

“Too sweet?’

The man nods, setting the glass back down. “I’m not entirely sure how you can stand to stomach it. But if it makes you happy-” He shrugs, before pulling on of the bar-stools out from under the island so he can sit facing you, long legs stretching out before him.

You look at him, and he looks at you, and then you take another sip of wine to avoid the awkwardness.

“You’re distancing yourself from me.”

The accusation is quiet, Shouto’s eyes focused on your fingers wrapped around the stem of the glass.

He’s always been straightforward with his words. “Is there a reason you keep drawing away?”

The wine disappears from your glass, sliding down your throat and settling in your stomach. You fill your glass again before speaking, struggling to find the right words without upsetting your... benefactor.

“Well, Shouto... I don’t really know how to...” You trail off, hoping Shouto will say something, change the subject, say it’s alright and move on to something else.

But the man stays silent, eyes appraising you.

Taking a deep breath, and another gulp of sweetness, you try again.

“Sometimes the closeness... like, physical closeness? Makes me, well, uncomfortable.”

Hopefully, that would satisfy his curiosity for now. That wasn’t the only reason you’d been avoiding Shouto seeming distant, but you didn’t think sharing the others would result in anything good.

Said man accepted your response, dropping his eyes to his lap as he mulled it over. More wine was consumed, glass re-filled. You felt nervous.

“You’re saying that my touch isn’t something you’d prefer.”

Biting your lip, you soften at his confused expression, at the hint of sadness swimming behind his eyes. “Kind of. I don’t mind you Shouto, you’re really kind, and you’re good company, and a wonderful friend. I just don’t think the.... the intimacy is for me.”

Shouto raises his head, stares at you with those pretty eyes, lips parted as he comes to terms with your words. 

“It sounds like you don’t trust me. I would never hurt you, you know this.”

You scramble to assure him. “I do! I do trust you, and I know you wouldn’t.” (at least you hoped) “But I guess I just... Coming into this agreement I wasn’t ready for that type of... thing. I don’t know if I ever will be.”

The man rises, shakes his head as he steps closer to you. “Don’t worry, I remember our first conversation about that aspect. I see that for you, that type of relationship would only begin after you really cared for the other person, trusted and wanted to see them happy, am I correct?”

“Oh, Shouto-” You rush. “No, I care for you, and I trust you, and of course I want to see you happy. I think it’s just, y’know, my last relationship like that went really bad, and it sucked. I don’t want to go through that again.”

Shouto nods, understanding. “I see. You don’t have to worry about any of that with me then.”

A smile crosses your face, and you feel relived that he accepted your rejection with grace and understanding instead of violence or anger. “Thank you, it means a lot to me.”

The mood of the room shifted, from tense and uncomfortable, to easy and light, and you poured another glass of wine, laughing a little at how worried you were about the conversation with Shouto, only for it all to turn out fine.

“I’m going to go drink some of the liquor that’s kept in my room. I could mix a few drinks for you to try, you might like how sweet they are. I know hard alcohol isn’t quite your thing.”

You beam a smile, nodding your head eagerly. Before, you’d feel apprehensive about going into his room with him to drink alcohol. But with the conversation the two of you just had, you knew - things would be fine.

-----

The room was spinning and you felt giddy and light. You were definitely tipsy.

“You can lay down on my bed, you’re getting wobbly on your feet.” Shouto had offered, and you’d gladly accepted, flopping down onto his comfy bedspread with a laugh at how the motion made butterflies rise in your tummy.

Shouto leaned against his dresser, swirling whiskey in his glass as he watched you, a half-smile across his face. You smiled back, before closing your eyes, a little bit tired as you realized that you might be a bit more than just tipsy.

Shouto had mixed quite a few drinks for you, and you’d drank each one eagerly, impressed with how little alcohol you could taste in each one. You don’t remember how many you had, but it didn’t really matter.

The next thing you know, hands are on your waist, scooting you further up the bed so your legs no longer hang off the edge. Cracking open an eye, you’re met with the visage of red-and-white, eyes soft and warm as they regard you, Shouto’s face tinged a bit pink from the few drinks he had consumed. The man had never been too good at holding his alcohol.

When those hands started to slip beneath your shirt, you wiggled like a little worm, not really comprehending the situation. Maybe it was a dream.

Your shirt was discarded, then your pants. It felt much more comfortable now, and you mumbled a “thanks” to the man helping you settle for bed. He was so nice, Shouto took such good care of you. You still kind of couldn’t believe the turn your life had taken with him, the good luck pushed into your path.

Someone was kissing you.

With a grunt of surprise, you kissed them back, meeting their feverish pace and trying to keep up, soft lips puckering and pushing against your own with intent. Kissing felt good. You liked kissing.

Then a hand was cupping your face, stroking tenderly over your cheek before it began sliding down, down your neck, into the valley between your breasts, trailing over your bra. It felt funny.

Pushing back for air, you gasped when the hand on your chest started squeezing at you, eyes flying open with the startling, sudden sensation.

Shouto was hovering over you, lips puffy, panting as he stared at you with lusty eyes, an uncharacteristic look on his face. This... this wasn’t supposed to be like this. You knew. Hadn’t the two of you just talked about something... important? Was it important?

You didn’t feel panic until a hand cupped your sex, feeling your skin through your panties.

This wasn’t right.

Alarm bells were ringing, dull and far away, but you didn’t think that Shouto should be touching you in such a way. you should be going to bed.

“Mm, Sho, can you stop?” But your words felt funny on your tongue, and Shouto didn’t stop. Maybe he didn’t hear you.

His hair tickled your chin as the man bent to mouth at your tits, pulling the cups of your bra underneath them so he could feel your hot skin, let his saliva drag slick and wet against your chest. 

Your hands instinctively rooted themselves in his hair as you gasped again, not expecting such a move, tugging lightly at his head to pull him up. Shouto just groaned, teething gently at your breasts and not moving an inch. His hips were grinding against the bed though, as he stood between your spread legs.

Before you knew it, your panties were gone, bra clumsily unclasped and discarded, and you were completely bare. Shouto was undressing before you, struggling with the buttons on his shirt before giving up, easily ripping the fabric of his body with one tug, grumbling.

You didn’t feel so tipsy anymore.

“Shouto, what’re we doing? We shouldn’t be doing this, we need to stop-”

“Stay down.” Was his firm command, a hand splayed across your naked chest and pushing you back into the mattress as you tried to sit up. It made you breathless, the growl in his voice, the dominance emanating from the man. You stayed still.

“This’s gonna make us a stronger couple.” The man slurred, eyes dark and hands wandering, effortlessly keeping you pinned against the bed as he ground his hips forward against the edge. You were getting scared.

“Wait-”

You fell silent as one hand pushed down his pants, his underwear going with them, pink cock bobbing free. He was so pretty down there, and it made sense, all of him was pretty, but you suddenly realized the weight of the situation, what was happening.

“Shouto, no, oh my god. We gotta stop right now, we’re drunk, we’re-we’re-”

“Don’t care. Not gonna let you hide away from me this time.” Shouto shook his head, taking his cock in one hand and giving it a long, slow pump, flushed tip weeping precum and wetting his hand.

“No, no, this is wrong. I don’t want this, I could get pregnant!” You cried, beginning to panic for real, pushing against the one strong hand anchoring you to the bed.

Shouto just chuckled, letting go of his cock to crowd against you, getting up in your face to press a wet finger to your lips, the salty taste of his precum threatening to slip into your mouth unless you kept it shut. “Shhh, shh. If you stay nice and still, if you do what I say, I’ll use a condom.”

You couldn’t believe your ears.

“You’re gonna listen to me, you always do.” The man nodded to himself, once again dragging his cock against the bed between your legs, as if he couldn’t stop himself. “Or else I’ll fuck you raw.” The finger was pulled from your lips, only to be wagged teasingly in your face. 

You couldn’t believe how he was acting.

“Be nice.”

Shouto tapped your nose with a neatly manicured finger, before groaning as he heaved himself upright, red cock bobbing against his stomach, desperate for attention. The man gave you a look, as if to say “don’t move” before he took his hands off you, heading for his dresser.

Once you saw him pulling out a strip of condoms, you were on your feet, stumbling toward the door.

Although panic had sobered you somewhat, you were still struggling with the effects of the alcohol, so your reaction time was maddeningly slow. Slow enough that you weren’t able to truly fight against Shouto when he grabbed you from behind toned arms wrapping around your middle and heaving you into the air, only to throw you back on his bed.

You were almost sick on the bedspread, world spinning and stomach protesting, but you were able to calm yourself.

But then Shouto was on you, flipping you onto your back, a soft hand pressing against your throat threateningly. 

“You want to have a baby? Want me to cum in you so you’ll get all fat with kids? Hm?” He was so intense, almost choking you, straddling your waist and keeping you pinned. It was too much

You were able to manage a tearful, desperate “No!” despite the hand around your throat, and Shouto backed off, releasing the pressure to instead stroke his hand against the sides of your neck.

“Stop acting like this, it’s the next logical step for us. You said you cared for me, wanna make me happy. This’ll make me happy. I won’t be like the last guy.”

His cock was pressed against your stomach, and you could feel it twitching. Shouto clambered off of you, letting go of your neck so he could grab the condoms he’d tossed on the bed before snatching you up.

“Do what I say and I use these.” He waved them in your face before tearing one off, beginning to open it. 

You stayed still, gazing at him blearily, limbs feeling fuzzy, mind feeling the same.

The condom was rolled onto Shouto’s cock, the man spitting into his palm and giving the latex a few rubs to make it slick before reaching for you.

He dragged you to the edge of the bed - the perfect height for him to fuck you - and you didn’t fight, terrified of his threat. You couldn’t stand the thought of a baby.

(You didn’t know, but neither could he)

“Wanted to do this since I met you.” Shouto mumbled, pushing your panties to the side with a few fingers so he could guide his tip to your hole. “Want you so bad.”

You didn’t know what to think of this side of Shouto. This unreserved, uncareful, slurring mess of a man that loomed before you, gaze dark and wild, limbs everywhere as he groped and squeezed and appreciate the shape of your body.

But he must’ve gotten impatient, because then he was pushing inside.

It hurt, stinging pain rippling up your back and you keened, causing Shouto to pause. One of his hands darted down to wrap around your calf, hauling it up on the bed so he could lean forward and press it to you chest, sinking his cock a few inches deeper.

“You’re gonna take it.” He hissed before messily kissing you, pressed so close together that it was hard to breathe. “I’ll make it feel good after you do.”

[burnedbyshoto]

indulge me

indulge me: an arrangement

— Being a secret little girl in the modern world is rough, but it becomes much more chaotic when a classmate of yours offers to be your new daddy dom.

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pairing: todoroki shouto x fem!reader

warnings: 18+, smut, nsfw, ddlg dynamic, college!au, modern!au, daddy!shouto, little girl!reader, I am not well versed in this dynamic please do not use this as an educational source, dom!shouto, sub!reader, biting, marking, mating press, nipple play (both), spanking, oral, gagging, choking, praise, degradation, little space

word count: 13,547

a/n: this is a commission for @bakusbiatch​ thank you for your endless amount fo patience as it took me 100x longer than ever to write this

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If there was something you knew now that you completely did not understand at the age of eighteen was the entire dynamics of sex. To be fair, after an adolescence of watching porn, reading erotica, and even gossiping between friends, it was, without doubt, that you were entirely clueless about real, healthy dynamics.

First off, the first time you had sex was super uncomfortable. 

There was no break or even space for pleasure to build in because you had been so tense, so awkward that you remained rigid and still the entire three minutes the guy fucked into you. You remember his sweat-soaked body collapsing on top of you, his eyes seeing galaxies in the stuffy, now smelly room as he breathed out a ‘Woah.’

You had smiled at him stiffly, letting his softening dick flop out of your dry vagina and curled in on yourself as he snuggled into you, praising the world and everything around it for this moment. It was without saying that you left his cum stained sheets and ran back home.

Sex sucked.

But that was when you were seventeen and made the terrible decision on fucking your friend with whom you had scary sexual tension. You avoided sex to your best ability after that, not so much as caring to allow anyone to touch you because that was disappointing. Why would you go through that when your fingers sufficed much better? Why go through that awkward tension when you didn’t have any moments of awkwardness when reading smut?!

Audios were better.

Words were best.

But, as one does, you fell in love against your will to a boy just a few months older than you. His smile was soft, and his words were kind, but oh, did his touch drive you hot and mad. You weren’t exactly sure how long you had lasted, how much perseverance you had kept when the two of you would fall onto his (thank fucking god) clean sheets, his strong hands and fingers keeping your hips close to his as you kissed him as if you couldn’t live without his touch.

“Are you… are you ready?” he had asked, his shirt thrown into the abyss of his room and the button of your jeans undone, revealing the simple set of panties you had on. “I don’t want to—”

“I’m ready,” you interrupt him, your body practically burning from the inside out with the desperate need and lust for him to fuck you. “I’m ready.”

He stills, his tongue peeking past his lips before a slow, chilling grin spreads against his mouth.

“Okay,” he nods, “can I ask you to do something, though?”

You, in your desperation to get his dick out of his sweats and buried deep into your throbbing cunt, nod.

“I have a daddy kink… I really, really like the daddy little girl dynamics,” he breathes, palms pressing to your knees and dragging down your inner thighs in a teasing, near authoritative way. “Can we… are you interested in trying it?”

Now, although you had largely avoided sex, toys and fingers weren’t nearly enough to replace the overwhelming need to be touched, fucked, and worshipped by another human being. You had fucked plenty of people who had always claimed to have kinks and fetishes. Most of the men you had in bed who said they had a daddy kink only liked being addressed as daddy; that was it. There was no true dynamic, just a play on the power the title brought them.

So, in the naive, childish way you were, you agreed.

You listened to his every command in bed, thrilled and keened under his praise for his princess, for his little girl, and you ate it up, thanking and praising your daddy. The sex ended with you cumming so hard you went blind for a moment, so dizzy from your high. As the both of you drifted off to sleep, you had no clue when you woke up in the morning he would present you with a little girl starter package made by him for you specifically. It was then that you realized that dynamics were an actual thing, and as he presented you a checklist of kinks, toys, and rules he laid out, you realized that nothing you had ever experienced — real or fictional — could have prepared you for this.

The two of you went through the list and rules together, your eyes widening and face blazing with embarrassment as he described his expectations and needs with this dynamic. You nodded, so completely lost in this entire thing that you agreed with most everything he offered and wanted.

The one rule you did have didn’t necessarily surprise him.

The dynamic was to remain a secret, you asserted, unable to budge on this thought. You could be his little girl, but it was to stay in private, never in public. And he tilted his head in thought but ultimately agreed with a smile. He thought you’d one day stop being in the closet over this kink, and you thought the opposite.

And time moves forward; it’s rigid and unforgiving. Two years into a relationship, a year and a half into the dynamic, you and your daddy break up, and you, against all odds, are left scrambling for a daddy you never realized you needed.

What was a girl to do?

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Your head is angled downward, and the hood that sits on your head is not concealing your face as well as you would have liked. It was without saying that you were a woman of pride. You took great care of what you did, how people viewed you, and how you presented yourself to the world. Most days, you always exited your small apartment as an excellent student who was always wearing properly done makeup and stylish outfits. 

Your style screamed confident woman (not little girl, you absolutely refused to wear anything cutesy in public), and you walked with your chin raised and eyes on the horizon.

To see that you were in sweats, an oversized hoodie, no makeup on, and perusing the store's area made for young girls and toddlers, was a shock. You had made sure to come nearly thirty minutes before closing; no one would be here to accidentally see you, no one could see you in your embarrassing shame-picking for your dynamic. All because your newest daddy couldn’t afford to buy you new things since your old ones had your ex’s name or brand all over it.

This was for the best; you reminded yourself as you haphazardly threw the items within the basket, face flaming as you ignored the temptation to simply stand in the aisle and flip through the sticker book and coloring book you recently tossed into the cart. You were fine; you already had your plan of action on what to say when purchasing these items.

‘My sister is pregnant again, and she already has a kid,’ you mentally rehearsed, imagining an excited smile on your face because you are excited for this imaginary pregnant sister of yours. ‘It’s a present for the baby and the brat.’

Solid.

Perfect.

Beautiful.

Making sure to quickly take note of what was inside the basket, you spun on your heel and marched your way through the empty store to the deserted register.

You kept your head down as you placed the basket on the conveyor belt, easy peasy, you would be fine!

“Found everything you were looking for?” a voice asks, piercing through your mental rehearsal just in case you got questions. 

You blink, head raising up, exposing your face to the person behind the register.

It shouldn’t have been that big of a deal.

Checking things out at the register wasn’t supposed to be all that embarrassing. I mean, what could top having to buy pads and tampons from a creepy, greasy old man during your very first period ever?! But you had to admit seeing a familiar face behind the register as he began to scan the items in your cart kinda made it a big deal.

Todoroki Shouto read his name tag, and ‘TODOROKI SHOUTO?!’ screamed your heart. 

Oh, how to describe Todoroki Shouto, well you didn’t even know where to begin.

Shouto was one thousand percent a supermodel that has yet to be recruited. He could probably be a top star athlete, good enough to go overseas if he wanted. He was a genius. Someone who was somehow friends with everyone he came across even though he was a man of few words. 

He stood tall behind the register, the tight black high collared shirt sitting beneath a light blue opened dress shirt. His distinctive red and white slightly wavy hair — all-natural, you believe — pushed back in a way that you would bet to hell and back that he had run his fingers through it. For the past three years in university, you had more than a few classes with this stunning man. You two shared the same major, and he often sat at the back of the classroom, but you were nearly hyperaware of everything he did because his voice was liquid honey and sex and everything that was —

“You can let go of the basket,” Shouto cut through your thoughts, and you gasped loudly, suddenly realizing that you had zoned out thinking about him.

Your hand lets go of the basket, and you slap your sweater-covered hands over your mouth; horror strikes through you like a blazing sword. You weren’t wearing makeup, you were in trash clothes, and you were in front of a man you had lusting feelings over!

NO!

“Sorry!” you squeak, your heart and bile rising up your throat at alarming rates as Shouto merely smiles at you in understanding. “This is all stuff for my sister!”

Shouto blinks, his head tilting to the side as he scans a sippy cup.

“Your sister’s quite young,” he remarks easily, trying not to make you feel stupider—probably.

Tell the lie, y/n, you chide yourself as you shift your weight.

“Ah, well, not actually my sister,” you explain, fingers scratching against your scalp. “My sister is pregnant r-right now, and she already has a little one, so I thought that this would be a good… present?”

Nailed it.

Shouto’s eyebrows quirk, a small smile spreading across his face as he scans the plush doll. 

“That’s very kind of you; you must have a good relationship with your sister.”

“O-Oh yeah, we’re very close.”

“And would you say that this is something appropriate to give to a pregnant family member and their child?”

You froze and looked down at the items you had hastily thrown into the basket.

It was a pacifier, sippy cup, baby blanket, choker, coloring books, stuffed animal, candy, and stickers.

You choked, feeling heat exploding in your cheeks all over again; absolutely not. This was not something to give to a pregnant woman.

“My sister is pregnant,” Shouto explains, definitely sensing your poorly concealed stress, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m the youngest of my siblings, so I don’t really know what to buy her.”

“Absolutely the fuck not.”

Shouto blinked, and before you could start screaming apologies over your rudeness, he began laughing loudly. Your face continued to burn in your utter humiliation and shame, but Shouto only found amusement in this all as he began to place your items away in a bag. 

“What are your recommendations then?” Shouto finally asked, his lips pulled back into an easy, teasing grin. “And that’ll be forty-eight seventy-three.”

You shoved your card into the chip scanner immediately, your gaze everywhere but on him.

“I think you should get whatever your sister wants or still needs,” you quickly say, eyes now focusing on the Approved message on the machine. “Every person is different.”

“I suppose,” Shouto agrees, his arms crossing against his chest, and you have to resist the temptation to ogle at the way his muscles become sinfully pronounced. “Well, I won’t hold you up. See you in lecture tomorrow, y/l/n.”

“Bye!” you squawk, grabbing your bag and racing out.

His eyes burn into your back the entire rush out of the store, but you find that you can’t seem to worry about that. You’re much more elated and somehow horrified at the realization that he knew exactly who you were.

Step zero of who knows how many to get Todoroki Shouto to fall in love with you, complete!

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“So, about the upcoming paper assignment, I’m sure you’re all eager to get started on,” your professor’s voice boomed throughout the lecture hall, his arms folding across his chest as he leans against the podium with an easy grin. “I decided that I would be nice and allow for some partnering up!”

Your eyes widened as excited murmurs exploded through the classroom. 

Partners for a ten-page paper? You were going to thank god almighty. 

But, at the same time, you frowned. This was a class where you didn’t exactly know anyone. It was a course outside of your own major, and with your usual friends not in this class, you knew that you were going to have to go out of your way to find a partner. You withered a bit in your chair, not entirely on board with that train of thought.

“There are an uneven amount of you guys in the class, though,” your professor continued, still sporting that easy grin on his face. “And I decided that instead of having too many groups of three, and because I was so nice to allow partner work, I decided to make the partners. Look at the pinned paper at the door for your partner or partners for the group of three! No, I will not allow trades, and no, I will not allow complaining! Be grateful!”

Hopeful and exasperated murmurs sounded through the room as the professor dismissed the class and frantic movement followed after. Even as old as they were, everyone was desperate and eager to see who a random generator assigned them to. Packing up swiftly, you threw your bag over your shoulder and began walking towards the list. 

You wonder who you were gonna get.

“Y/l/n,” a voice spoke softly, lowly by your ear.

You whipped around — one part startled, a second part curious — and came to see Todoroki Shouto standing slightly behind you. His gaze was at the wall for a moment, dropping only when you were looking up at him. He smiles slowly, and you feel your chest tighten.

Oh boy.

“Todoroki,” you smile, attempting to relax completely in front of him. “Any hopes as to who’s your partner?”

“Well, as long as it isn’t Sero, I think it’ll be okay,” Shouto’s eyes crinkle with his deepened smile. “Last time I did a paper with him, we did it completely high—” you choke, eyes widening at the thought of trying to be eloquent enough to write a paper while high. “—It was terrible.”

“Oh, I bet,” you laugh, arms crossing across your chest as the two of you begin inching forward within the crowd, others leaving with proud laughs, curious frowns, or aggravated groans. “But at least it sounds like it was turned in?”

“It was,” Shouto nods, his teeth flashing as he finally tears his gaze from you. “Oh, would you look at that?”

You hum, eyes squinting as you try to read the list through the many heads before you.

Y/l/n, Todoroki S.

“Would you look at that.”

“Seems like we’re partners,” you laugh, relief and horror flooding your body.

“I’m glad it’s you.”

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So, it was decided that with the two weeks given to write the paper and taking Shouto’s job into account, this paper was to be written as soon as possible. The suggestion of working on it together in the same room and not just through google doc was brought up and agreed upon. So with consensus on that, the matter of where it was going to happen was brought up.

“We can do it at my place,” Shouto offered with a shrug, “my house is pretty big.”

“I don’t have a car,” you interject, a frown on your face — you wanted to see his house. “My apartment is five minutes from campus. Is that alright?”

A smile.

“That’s perfect.”

And so, on a Friday afternoon, you found yourself already apologizing profusely as you walked up the staircase that smelled just a tiny bit of cheese. You warned him about the mess of your apartment. About how not to judge you on any and all messes you might have made on your way out! That you would have cleaned up had you known this was happening!

“I’m sure it’ll be okay,” Shouto spoke, attempting to ease your anxiety as you push your key in the doorknob and turn it. “I really don’t mind a messy place.”

“Ha, well, this is it,” you say, your face feeling disgustingly warm as you breach the entrance to your small one bedroom one bathroom place. “Leave your shoes right there, and we can head in!”

Toeing off your own shoes, you scrambled into the apartment, eyes wide as you attempted to make sure that nothing was crazily messy or out of place. There wasn’t any dirty laundry or undergarments anywhere? No, good!

Shouto locks the door behind himself, a chuckle at the back of his throat vibrating in his chest as he watches you skirt about. He looks down at the shoes you were wearing, white sneakers, and smirks at how small they look compared to his. He never really thought he was that tall or big, to be honest. It was a decent size for someone from his family, but it amused him greatly to see his things pushed against yours.

He looked back up, eyes landing on your flustered face as you stood by a table in the kitchen area.

“Ready?” he asked, hands shoving into his pockets.

“I believe so!”

And for some reason, probably the very same reason that had him entranced by you, Shouto laughs and steps foot into your apartment.

The paper itself isn’t that hard.

It’s an argumentative piece mostly on a Green Act proposal that was currently being debated within the government body. A paper that was fifty percent argument was something you were elated to have, but the other fifty percent was using sources and articles to further back your point. It was now two hours into the paper writing, takeout filling the empty spaces between the table as Shouto’s laughter and your ranting filled the open air. It was nice; he was nice to hang out with.

“I’m just saying we are nearing a universal climate disaster, and I do not want to be wondering when I will die because some fat old men with huge wallets want to continue getting richer!” you yelled, your chest heaving with your lack of proper air. “It’s dumb!”

“I bet if you grabbed ahold of their favorite toupees, they’d fold and agree,” Shouto teases, his grin covered by the mug he’s currently drinking tea from. “I’ll bail you out of prison.”

“I wouldn’t go to prison for that,” you argue, arms folding across your chest as you shake your head in solemn understanding. “They’d murder me and make it look like an accident.”

“Dark.”

“You know it.”

“I’ll avenge you.”

“You better, or else I’ll blame you for my murder.”

Shouto’s jaw dropped, ready to retaliate with something else, but he was interrupted by a loud call from your phone. You frowned, head tilting as you pulled your phone out from your jean pocket and stared at the screen.

Incoming call from: dd.

“I have to take this,” you say apologetically, standing up as you answered the call. You waited until you were in your bedroom before placing the phone to your head, your heart hammering with the unknown. “Hello?”

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Shouto heard the click of your bedroom door, and he sighed, leaning back into his chair. His eyes looked up at the ceiling, momentarily bored now that he wasn’t with you. He wondered who ‘dd’ was and if you were alright. He hoped it wasn’t anything serious.

Grabbing his water cup, Shouto frowned, seeing that it was empty. He looked over at the sink where you had initially filled up the water cups. You wouldn’t mind if he filled it up on his own, right? Shouto pushed back his chair and stood, the cup resting in his fingers as he walked over towards the sink with a light hum.

He filled the cup slowly, not wanting to make too much noise. But as he stared at the drying dishes on your dish holder, he frowned at the sight of the pink sippy cup you had bought from the store last week. It was cleaned, obviously used, and he tilted his head.

Weird.

The cupboard was open, and Shouto couldn’t help but look into the dark wood and startled once again when he took in the neatly folded bib and the nearly innocuous pacifier sitting on top of it. Untouched, undisturbed, but used — definitely used.

Frowning, he took a slow, long drink of his water as he stared out towards the small living room you had. There, sitting on the wood coffee table, was the coloring book you had also purchased. That wasn’t adding up… if they were for your sister’s kids, why were they here? It didn’t exactly seem like the place to be holding them. 

Shouto thought, trying to figure out just why you had all these things for… well, children.

Was testing products on your own a thing people did?

Well, yes, he supposed so, but these were already licensed products. The coloring book, well, he guesses that was a pretty normal thing! Drawing and coloring were everyday stress relieves — his mother often used that to help herself. But a pacifier, a bip, and a sippy cup? The only thing he could rationalize with that was—

“You’re being fucking ridiculous, daddy!” your voice harshly whispered (maybe ridiculed and mocked) from your room, just loud enough that Shouto heard, and his eyes widened.

Oh.

Ohh fuck.

.

.

.

“You know what, this isn’t working,” you scoff, fingers pinching the bridge of your nose as you roll your eyes to the heavens above. “This was a good trial run, but I’m going to have to end this. This is not what I was looking for.”

“Come on, brat, you know you don’t mean that—”

You hung up, your fingers curled in a fist as you growled lowly at the screen. You wasted no time in blocking the number. What a fucking terrible daddy he was. Didn’t buy you anything, didn’t support you, or help you. There was no dynamic in this relationship. It was just a power-hungry dom with a streak for being called daddy.

A fucking poser at best.

Rolling your eyes, you tossed your phone onto your bed and walked out of your room back to the main area of your place. You looked at Shouto, who was sitting in his chair, his face bored, maybe a bit tired, and his face was concentrated on his phone — he was idly scrolling through it.

“Sorry that took so long,” you apologize, slinking back onto your chair, hands rubbing your face. “I tried to be fast about that.”

Shouto peered past the top of his phone, a comforting smile on his face, “Don’t worry about it; it wasn’t like we were intensely working on the paper anyways.”

You smile, slightly embarrassed. 

“That’s true, um—”

“I think it’s time—”

The both of you spoke over each other clumsily, awkwardly — both of you obviously thinking of something that wasn’t quite in front of you. Your smile feels less forced now, “we’re done for the day?”

Shouto shifts in his chair, his head dropping slightly in agreement, “I think that would be best. We did a lot today, though.”

“We did!” you agree with a laugh, standing up and grabbing the items off the table, assisting Shouto with getting ready to leave. “We’ll meet back up in two days?”

Shouto nods, “that sounds like a plan.”

You help him pack up, insisting that you could clean up the kitchen without his help. It takes a few minutes, but finally, you have him walking out of your place, a light wave on your hand before he exits onto the staircase. You close the door with a sigh.

Jesus Christ.

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Shouto stands in the stairway, his eyes concentrated on his phone where he has a single question typed into his browser.

ddlg dynamics ↳ Let’s talk DDLG, also known as Daddy Dom Little Girl. It’s a submissive/dominant relationship where the dom is known as a “Daddy,” and the submissive is known as a “Little Girl.”

...Interesting.

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Now, you were a pretty paranoid person; you could admit that. 

You didn’t like being paranoid, but you were. Most days, you always triple-checked you weren’t being followed, quadruple-checked you had your school assignments turned in and your things in your bag. With your sex life and part of your social life being introduced to the ddlg dynamic, your paranoia grew even more.

Most people weren’t understanding — they weren’t. They assumed this dynamic was simply calling your dom daddy in bed and getting called princess in return! They always believed that, allowed for that. It was socially acceptable to call your dom daddy in bed, but god fucking forbid any other part of the dynamic come into play.

You remember reading comments in articles about grown women sitting in frilly skirts and diapers as part of her dynamic and watching grown adults tear her apart — skin and bones. That was the reaction you feared, you hated.

There was a reason why you enjoyed sitting in your frilly skirts, in your white and baby pink clothes. You loved having your dom come home, tired and stressed, and ask you, his little girl, to sit on his lap while he distressed. You enjoyed the sippy cups that helped to melt your anxiety, and you enjoyed doing chores under your doms watchful eye.

The praises, the rewards were always so uplifting, and the sex was always on an intensity that made you tremble with explosive satisfaction. If your dom wanted you in diapers, you would negotiate appropriately, and you sure as hell didn’t need a fucking stranger’s opinion on whether or not that was ‘normal.’

But no amount of confidence you had in your dynamic had ever eased the bottomless paranoia and anxiety. 

Hence why after Shouto had left your apartment and you realized in horror that you had left out some damning evidence to your dynamic. The coloring book on your coffee table and the sippy cup that was obviously used were on full display. You wondered for a few hours, nearly spirling with anxiety if he had noticed — if that was why he was partially stiff as he left for the day. You had only managed to calm down when he had sent you a text later that night that he had enjoyed being over and was looking forward to working together the next day.

The praise was needed, seeping warm into your bones as you rolled over in your bed and knocked out.

You thought that you were in the clear. That that was as far as things were going to go, but your paranoia came back the next day in full force as you sat in a group with Shouto.

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“Do you want a sticker?”

That was the beginning of it all.

You had accepted the sticker without a second thought. Your typical barriers down because the lack of a dom in your life was throwing you for a bit. God, you were pathetic. You had smiled brightly, eagerly nodding as you thrust your hands out towards Shouto, waiting to receive a sticker. 

“Good job,” he had said with an endearing smile, “you deserve it.”

It was only then that the weight of what happened settled on your bones, and you froze.

Fuck.

Smiling stiffly, you pressed the sparkly pink star to your shirt and returned back to your assignment, unable to speak up again for some time.

You had hoped that it was going to end there, but it seemed that nothing about your life was going in your favor right now. 

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“Do you have a bedtime?” Shouto idly asked one late night when he was over, and you could not stop yawning to save your life. “I think everyone should go to bed at 10 p.m. on a school night, don’t you agree?”

You had choked on your saliva before disagreeing vehemently. 

“I don’t sleep until… like, um, three in the morning?” you make up, teeth tearing into your lip as you avoided eye contact.

“Such a bad girl,” Shouto murmured, much too low for you to pick up.

“What?!”

“That’s bad for your health,” he recovered with a smile.

“Oh… yeah, I suppose so.”

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“Y/l/n is a sub; she’s a brat about that,” Shouto said to the group you both were assigned to in yet another class the two of you shared.

You had been idly drinking from your coffee cup and was utterly zoned out when he said that. So when you had picked up his words, you nearly choked at the sentence, your eyes watering and your throat burning with your drink and humiliation as the entire table turned to look at you.

“Oh shit, are you okay?!” Mina asked, eyes wide.

“I’m a what?!” you splutter instead, eyes focused on Shouto and your cheeks beginning to burn with unsaid fear.

“You’re a substitute babysitter for your sister,” Shouto remarked, his head tilted as he feigned innocence. “You were telling me about that the other day, remember? Sero is trying to get into the babysitting gig too.”

You wanted to believe him, you wanted so desperately to believe that Shouto was just somehow landing a missile into every paranoid corner of your life without meaning to, but this was getting out of control. This was too on the head, too obvious to not say that he somehow saw your little things and pieced together the dynamic you’ve come to love and thrive in. But you couldn’t fess up; you wouldn’t give yourself to the wolves of embarrassment and shame over something you knew wasn’t wrong.

“Oh,” you say stiffly, smiling over at Sero, “I’m on an app that is used a lot by small families; I can text you the name?”

“I’d appreciate that!” Sero laughs, blissfully unaware of the rising tension between you and Shouto. “I didn’t think that high school girls had some type of business turf thing; they’re scary and aggressive!”

“It’s a serious job for high schoolers,” Mina waved him off, “this is the only thing most of them can do!”

The conversation between Sero and Mina began to drift off as you were staring at Shouto, unable to break the eye contact the both of you found yourselves connected by. You didn’t want to pull away, too bitter and anxious to. You were currently two weeks without a daddy dom in your life, and you knew that you should be able to have a better grasp on your life than this — you knew you couldn’t lean on this dynamic at every point in your life. But you were sad to admit that you were struggling to keep your head afloat. You felt like you were almost drowning, struggling to keep your composure as you needed a play or a simple scene.

But the confidence in Shouto’s eyes that were hidden behind the sheer curiosity and wonder was making your skin itch, making you want to grab him by the collar and bring him in close and demand to know exactly what he was thinking. 

He would not embarrass you.

He would not.

“Can I talk to you, Todoroki?” you asked, practically demanded of Shouto as the group of you began to stand at the table, readying to leave. 

If you noticed Mina’s and Sero’s eyebrows shoot up towards the ceiling, you didn’t say anything as Shouto paused in putting things into his backpack. His head tilted, but he nodded his head, “yeah, about what?”

“Don’t worry about it,” you smile stiffly, tossing your own backpack over your shoulder as you turn on your heel and immediately begin walking. Uncaring if he was following you or not. “Bye, Mina, Sero.”

There’s silence behind you before the heady sound of a chair scraping against the floor is heard and the long, quick strides of Shouto following after you. You exit the cafe you had been in, eyes squinting when the harsh rays of sun fall on your face, but you don’t hesitate or pause even once.

There’s no one outside right now; it’s just you and Shouto. 

You feel him at your shoulder, and you keep your gaze straight ahead, unwilling to look at him just yet. 

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing,” you finally whisper, your voice low and angry. You nearly spat them out at him, utterly humiliated and horrified that you were probably outing yourself should he just be that dense and annoyingly able to pick at your anxiety. “Stop it.”

“I don’t—” Shouto began, eyes wide and screaming of innocence that could make you cry.

“I know you saw my things, and I know you pieced it together,” you cut him off, your lips pursed tight. You suddenly stop in your tracks, tears burning at the back of your eyes as you turn to face Shouto. “So if you have a problem with that, I suggest that you kindly fuck off!”

Shouto stands next to you, hair hastily swept backward, hand on the strap of his bag, and his face telling you that you had miscalculated something. You prayed it wasn’t about how he knew about you being a little.

“I don’t have a problem with that,” Shouto admits, his hand raising to rub the back of his neck. “I don’t think you’re weird or strange or bad for being into the ddlg dynamic. I’m actually… I take part in it too. I was trying to subtly tell you that I was into it as well, and well, I heard that you and your last dom broke it off… I wanted to tell you that I was interested in becoming your new dom.”

You blink.

“Eh?!”

“I’m interested in forming an agreement with you?” Shouto tilts his head; there’s a sense of seriousness to his face, his eyes innocent. “I need a little, and if you’re looking for a dom…”

He lets the silence fill the rest of his sentence, and your mouth gapes open as blood rushes to your face at the straightforward request.

“I… I barely know you!” you splutter, your heart in your ears as you can barely comprehend what was going on. 

Two weeks ago, Todoroki Shouto was practically a stranger. You knew him about as well as a person knew the barista at their favorite coffee shop. Friendly, but not close. Definitely not close enough for you to say that you would allow for him to see you in your little space, for him to give you a list of rewards and punishments — for possible sex?!

“Most caregiver contracts like this are done between people who know even less,” Shouto shrugs, his arms folded across his chest. “You don’t have to say yes now or even agree, but I like you a lot. I want to pursue a relationship with you, and I assumed that this would be a good starting ground especially if you need it.”

Your tongue sweeps across your lips, unable to come up with a single rationale thing to say. 

“I don’t need an answer right now; indulge me, though,” Shouto smiles softly, his gaze dropping for a moment. “Take as much time as you need. We can do a single scene to test it out, and if it doesn’t work out, no hard feelings. Let me know when you’re interested in it, though.”

You can’t say anything; you can only numbly nod as Shouto smiles at you once again.

“Let me know.”

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Todoroki S.: ↳ If you need a list, I’ll send mine over whenever you want. I have my rules, rewards, punishments, and kinks all supplied in it. [received Today 23:44]

Todoroki S.: ↳ If you need a list, I’ll send mine over whenever you want. I have my rules, rewards, punishments, and kinks all supplied in it. [seen 7 Days Ago 23:44]

You: ↳ Send your points, we can see if we’re compatible. [seen now]

Todoroki S.: ↳ I enjoyed the scene we did today; I hope you did too. I’m interested in making this a real thing if you are too. [received Today 20:44]

You: ↳ I did, too, actually, lol. Um, thank you, first of all! We can work on the contract now. [received Today 20:48]

Todoroki S.: ↳ Okay. I’ve already made the first draft of one; if you’d like to look it over, let me know what you think, and we can edit some things around. [seen now]

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It has been two months since the contract was signed.

Two months.

Two months of Shouto practically living in your apartment with you, a once stranger seeing you at your most vulnerable. He was a steady hand on your back as you slipped into your desired little space, a constant warmth at your side as you went about your day at home. 

It had been weird at first; your anxiety still wouldn’t let up, nearly convincing you many times that this was all but a prank. That Shouto would pull away from you when you least expected it and would expose you to the world. There had been many times where he would hold you on his lap, his arms warm around your back, your favorite stuffed animal sitting on your lap as he promised you that you were wrong.

“Daddy is here to protect you, sunshine,” Shouto murmured in your ear, his warm lips pressing to the small behind your ear. “Daddy would never do that to my baby girl. That wouldn’t make me happy.”

“I-It wouldn’t?” you sniffled, your nose face nuzzling further into his neck as your sobs had finally stopped. 

“No, not at all, sunshine,” Shouto smiled against the crown of your head. You felt his lips press a soft kiss there, his warm hands stroking up and down your back. “Do you remember what makes Daddy happy?”

You blink, your wet eyelashes heavy and sticking together as you peer at his jaw as if it could possibly tell you.

“I can’t… I can’t remember, sorry, Daddy,” you sniffle again, suddenly terrified that he would be upset with you. You were such a terrible baby girl.

“What makes Daddy happy is seeing his baby girl smiling, happy, protected, and safe,” Shouto easily relays, pulling you away from his shoulder, his calloused fingers rubbing the tear streaks that still stain down your face. “I promise that I will never do anything to cause you harm, sunshine. I only want you to be happy; you being happy makes me happy like nothing before.”

There’s no stopping the way your bottom lip trembles with the pleasant weight of his words, the way it warms you from your belly and curls to your toes.

“Pinky promise?” you whimper, somehow out of breath.

Shouto looks at your curved pinky that is extended out for him to hold, to seal the other half of a promise he has no intentions of ever breaking.

Smiling softly, Shouto wraps his pinky with yours and twists it gently, locking the promise.

“Pinky promise,” he affirms, placing a kiss to your knuckles.

.

.

He was so good to you.

So sweet, gentle, patient, and kind.

He tended to spend the night Mondays through Fridays, giving you the weekend to be on your own. He only ever slept in your bed with your given consent (which was every single time), and there was just something about wearing the silver chained choker on your neck that he bought for you. Dainty and cute, nothing too crazy to draw overwhelming attention.

It had a tiny cherry blossom that was engraved with Shouto on the back.

It was a constant and calming reminder of what you had during the day.

The arrangement was going better than you had assumed it was going to be.

Shouto made for an excellent daddy, but there was one grievance you had. With two months of extreme kinship, so many nights of being curled into his side, getting near-daily cuddles for following his orders perfectly, and a few spanks because you were careless even after he warned you — you had assumed that the sexual part of the dynamic would come out. 

You had okayed for him to be able to fuck you, regardless of whether or not you were in little space! You reached your little space more often than not around him because he was so well, but now you were bordering desperation. You wanted your daddy to please you more, to give you the reward you wanted most: his cock.

“I’m home, bunny,” Shouto called out, his voice hinting exhaustion but mostly satisfaction at being home again.

Per your rules and regulations, greeting Shouto with a cheerful ‘welcome home, daddy!’ when he arrived home was a must. It was a clear indicator that not only were you home but that you wished to indulge in the dynamic for the rest of the day.

But you sat at the coffee table wearing an unapproved, not chosen outfit for home.

You were wearing an off-the-shoulder white cotton shirt that was big and soft, pink lace shorts that barely covered your ass but was hemmed with lace and pretty frill. You had thigh highs on as well that were the same pink as your shorts. There was a pacifier in your mouth, your gaze focused on the Disney coloring book in front of you as you colored in Sleeping Beauty. 

You turned your head, eyes looking at your daddy with a vague look of disinterest before turning back to your coloring.

“I said ‘I’m home,’ bunny,” Shouto restated, giving you the benefit of the doubt of whether or not you heard him. Typically you were excited to have him home, going to his side immediately and asking a million questions as to what he had been doing and why he was home so late. 

“Hmph,” was your response as you placed a sticker onto the coloring page.

Shouto’s eyebrows furrowed; he toed off his shoes and began walking towards you, assessing what was happening. 

“Is my bunny mad that I was a bit later than I had promised?” he asked, sitting on the couch behind you, his fingers brushing across your clothes as if he was trying to remember if he had selected this outfit. But the sudden touch that you were craving in a way like no other made your head spin just so, and you resisted the motion of caving.

You wanted to be a brat! Your daddy should be taking care of all your needs! He promised he would be taking care of you better than you took care of yourself! He should know when you wanted his cock!

“Hmph!” you hrmph again, and you lean out of his touch even though you craved it. 

Although you couldn’t see him, you could feel the slow, calculating blink Shouto took at this action. There’s a moment of silence before the couch sounds under his shifting weight. You freeze at the feeling of his warm palm on your spine, a whisper of danger. It feels partially like a threat, a reminder of impending consequences.

“What did daddy say about bunny using her words?” Shouto asks, his voice stern, low, commanding. 

It should scare you, but the threat in his voice makes your heart stammer and your cunt wet. So, instead of doing what’s right, you stand up, ignoring him yet again as you stick your nose up to the ceiling and try to walk away. 

Well, you try to, that is.

Before you can go too far, Shouto’s fingers are wrapped around your wrist, keeping you in place.

 “You know I don’t like it when you don’t speak, right?” Shouto asks, his eyes digging into your cheek as you refuse to look at him. Yet another rule he has in place. You had to look at him when he spoke to you or when you spoke to him. It was to help make sure that you behaved properly in public — to make you the best baby girl ever. “Use your words and look at me, princess.”

The word princess rolled off his tongue, and you bit down on your tongue to keep the breathy moan from expelling from your lips. He typically only used princess when you were on the verge of genuinely displeasing him, when he was warning you one last time before a punishment was given. Your daddy was two months without jacking off, exhausted from work, and now dealing with you, his bratty baby girl. There was no way this wasn’t going to end with him forcing you to suck him off or to use you as an onahole (something you had said was okay unless you used your safeword, of course).

You shook in his hold, teeth biting your lip as you stared at the wall, refusing to heed his command.

“I’ll give you to the count of three to look at me and address me,” Shouto says, his thumb stroking the innard of your wrist. “One.”

There was no way you would cave.

“Two.”

The silence between the two of you was heavy.

“One.”

Excitement shot through you at the thought of him finally fucking you into your mattress.

“No dessert tonight,” is what Shouto said instead, and you froze.

You whipped your head towards Shouto, fury, and humiliation painting your face as your jaw drops, the pacifier falling onto the floor.

“No!”

“No?” Shouto repeats, his eyes narrowed, unhappy with the challenge. “Do you want me to take away your video games too?”

“No!” you shriek, hands clawing at your face because this was not going the way it was going. “I want my dessert and my video games!”

“Too bad, princess,” Shouto states sternly, unaffected by your growing tantrum. “You lost them both for tonight.”

“No! Give them back! I haven’t done anything wrong, daddy!” you scream, throwing your arms in your hysterics as Shouto stands up to his full height, looming over you without a single issue. Tears prick at the back of your eyes because you’ve messed up somehow; your daddy doesn’t want you — doesn’t love you the way you love him.

“You’ve been misbehaving this entire time I’ve come back home,” Shouto retorts, his other hand grabbing your wrist and managing to place them both close to his chest, limiting your thrashing actions. “Don’t think I didn’t notice the new outfit.”

“I don’t want those punishments, daddy! I don’t want t-them,” you wheeze, your eyes locked on your hands that are bound so tightly in his hands, and you whimper loudly. “You’re hurting me, daddy!”

“And you’re trying to hurt me,” Shouto calmly points out. “I can’t have you doing that, so I’ll hold onto you until you calm down enough. I’m doing this because I care for my little brat.”

“You don’t care! You don’t c-care!” you sob finally, unable to keep the hot tears from your eyes. “Daddy doesn’t care about me!”

The effect is evident and instant.

Shouto’s grip on your wrist lessens altogether, and your pounding fists finally connect with his chest as you collapse against him.

“Daddy doesn’t c-care…”

“That’s not true,” Shouto breathes easily, his fingers brushing against your sides before his arms wrap around you. “I care so much for you, baby. What’s wrong? Tell me what I can do to make things better.”

A loud sniffle emits from you, and you fist your hands in his shirt, your head shaking. 

“It’s been two months, and daddy won’t let me have his cummies,” you whisper, terrified that he would reject you. “Am I not good enough? Attractive enough that daddy wants to reward me with his dick?”

There’s a shift in the air.

“My little doll wants her daddy’s cock, is that what?” Shouto murmured against the top of your head. “My precious, innocent baby girl wants something filthy like that.”

“Mmn,” was all you could manage, your face burning at the implications, the suggestion in his voice. 

“And instead of using her words, as we practice, she decided to act like a little brat to get her way,” Shouto’s voice is low, raspy, and deep. Its tenor is just right that it makes the room instantly hotter, your body brimming with excited energy. “I think… my beautiful doll has broken too many rules for me to just give her a good reward. She deserves to be my little doll as punishment for now. I thought she was grown enough to ask for things she wanted.”

You gasp as Shouto’s warm, calloused hands drop down to the minimally exposed flesh between your booty shorts and your thigh highs. It sends an entire wave of goosebumps down your skin, and you shudder as they rise upwards, slipping under your shirt and resting on the soft skin of your stomach. 

“Your punishment will be what daddy wants it to be, doll,” Shouto states, his fingernails brushing over your clothed nipples, and you mewl at the touch. “You’ve given up your right to speak right now, and because daddy can’t trust you to not be a brat, you will suck daddy’s dick until I see it fit. You will stand on your knees like the beautiful doll daddy knows you can be. Silent, obedient, and so beautiful.”

The words are a goldmine you’ve wanted to hear this entire time, but you’re upset — rightfully upset — that it took your daddy so long to figure it out! He needed you to spell it out for him to act on it!

“I don’t like sucking dicks!” you complain, trying to wiggle out of his grasp. “That’s yucky!”

Shouto raised an eyebrow at that, his eyes flashing dangerously as he absorbed the implications of your actions. He knew he was going to earn this just as much as you were.

“Excuse me?” Shouto says calmly, a single eyebrow arched. “Do you want to repeat that?”

“You heard m-me,” you stammer, trying to remain steady under his steady stare. “If daddy couldn’t catch that, maybe I should be the one giving out the punishments.”

A hot, predatory smirk pulls across his face as his grip on your wrist tightens, and he yanks you just slightly closer towards him.

“Oh really?” he chuckles so coldly you shiver. “So you think you’re in charge here?”

You nod slowly, your pupils wide and blown. Your eyes were transfixed on his mouth, his pretty plump lips practically calling your name. 

His tongue swipes across his front teeth, and you watch him in awe, horror, and damning horny anticipation as he sits back on the couch and takes you down with him. You struggle for a bit, terrified as you feel unbalanced, ready to tumble to the floor. But your stomach is pressed heavily against his knees, pleasurable discomfort spreading through your body as you recognize this easy, beautiful spanking position. 

“I’m going to give you ten spanks,” Shouto announces, his hand rubbing smooth circles over your soft shorts. “You will count every one of them and thank me for each one. If you mess up, if you misbehave, you will get more until you do as I demand.”

You struggle against his hold, thrashing and twisting as his fingers push the shorts higher up your ass, exposing your flesh to him. But as he did so, you remember that you’re not wearing panties, and Shouto sees that too.

“Mm, you’re not wearing panties,” Shouto says, his voice trying to keep the undying want and lust from bleeding through his tone. “My precious doll is that desperate she couldn’t fully dress herself?”

“I can d-dress— aahhh!!!!”

Your interjection was interrupted by the sharp, well-practiced spank that Shouto delivered to your round ass. You arched against his lap, your skin tingling and feeling pathetically good. 

“I said you were my doll right now, and dolls don’t speak unless given permission to,” Shouto clipped, his hand circling your now tender flesh. “You didn’t count, so let's try again.”

SLAP.

“Oh my god!” you shriek at the contact, your head spinning at the craved touch. It wasn’t like his typical spanks, the ones that came down not to hurt but to remind you, to correct you to be better. These stung with power, reminding you that you were getting what you craved, and you felt your toes curl and your cunt beginning to seep with the knowledge.

Fuck, you wanted this.

THWACK.

“Again.”

THWACK.

“Daddy can spank your pretty little ass all day, doll. Do as you’re told if you want daddy’s cock.”

SPANK.

“O-One, thank you, daddy!”

WHACK!

You threw your head back at the sensation, your eyes crossing and your hips bucking backward as you shriek with pleasure. You don’t count, your head swimming with unfound energy, and Shouto tsks.

“You’re so terrible at following directions, aren’t you?” Shouto asks, his mouth hovering by your ear, and you nearly melt when his teeth tug at your cartilage at the same time he serves another heated spank to your perky ass. “Such a dirty brat, getting off on her punishments. But let me tell you, if you don’t start following what I instruct of you, I’ll fuck your mouth and leave you without any cummies.”

You gasp loudly, sobbing as he delivers yet another solid spank for your undoubtedly bruising ass. And so, with a pathetic, desperate nod, you agree.

You count to ten, thanking him each time with a beautiful sob that makes the bulge in his pants obvious to you. Your lips are swollen, bruised, and sheen with saliva from holding back your louder sobs. Your ass seems to be imprinted with the shape of his hand against your skin, and you tumble off his lap at the final thank you.

There’s slick gathered on your shorts, soaking through the pretty pink fabric turning it dark. 

“I forget that my beautiful baby girl is a masochist,” Shouto sighs as he stands up in front of you. You gasp on the floor, your head swimming with the building heat between your legs, and you hear an all too familiar, always exciting, sound of a belt being undone followed quickly by a zipper and rustling fabric.

“God, you’re so wonderful, doll,” Shouto sighs as he pulls out his hardening cock to where you’re already on your knees with wide, curious, hopeful eyes. “Already on your knees, ready to choke on daddy’s cock even though this is a punishment.”

You can barely register his words, your eyes focused and fascinated — scared almost — of the cock Shouto has. It’s fucking huge, and it’s thick, slightly curved upward with a pretty flushed tip and bulging veins. You were sure if you could even manage to take more than a few inches in!

“I think I remember something about how you don’t like deep throating,” Shouto hums contemplatively. You freeze, your heart stopping for just a moment at what he’s implying. “Well, it’s a good thing this is a punishment.”

His fingers press into your mouth, making you choke, and with your lips spread wide, mouth open for taking, Shouto guides his cock into your parted lips with a dangerous moan. 

There's an immediate ache in your jaw, the size, and girth of his cock overwhelming you without so much doubt. You gag immediately at the weight of it pressing on your tongue, filling your mouth. Heat hammers in your cunt, and you heave against him.

Shouto sighs as if he was in heaven, his hands grabbing the back of your head and slamming your head as far down his cock. So far that your nose brushed against the skin of his stomach, before pressing against it completely. 

Shouto moans louder than your panicked gags and chokes, his hips swirling and twisting as he looks down at you with lovesick eyes. “You’re so good at this,” Shouto praises, his fingers wiping away the tears that prick at your eyes. “So good.  Daddy’s so pleased with you, taking my cock so well. So beautiful even when you cry on my dick.”

Your throat spasms around his cock, your lungs burning severely from the lack of oxygen. Not a single part of your body able to relax as you desperately sought to breathe. It hurt, but it felt so good. Saliva began to pool from the corner of your mouth, dripping down your chin and drooling on your clothed breasts.

Shouto took notice and hummed contently.

“Daddy’s going to count to the number ten,” he informed you, rolling his hips further into your mouth, shoving his cock even further down your throat than you thought possible. “If you can keep your pretty nose pressed to daddy’s stomach the entire time, daddy promises you he will give you the best orgasm you’ve ever received.”

You made a squeaking noise around his cock, your fingers that were buried into his shirt gripping tighter as he suddenly lets go of your head.

“One.”

Resisting the urge to pull off him completely was a near-losing battle.

“Two.”

Your body shook with intensity, the scorching need to properly breathe slamming down on you.

“Three… four…”

Shouto’s hands began to pet your head, soothing the worried lines on your face, brushing away your tears.

“Five… six… fuck, you’re so gorgeous, baby girl.”

You whimper around his cock, and Shouto moans liquid gold in return. He smiles deviously, fingers brushing down your throat.

“Seven… eight…” you choke loudly when his fingers press against your throat, tightening your already spasming throat around his cock, furthering the burning sensation all throughout your body. “Nine…”

You look at him with pleading eyes, wordlessly begging for mercy, for something as he pauses for more than a second between nine and ten. His hips lazily jerk into your mouth, his free hand combing his hair back, messily styling it as he smirks. Your saliva was dripping uncontrollably now, pooling at the back of your throat, on your tongue, past your lips. Shouto sighs, his eyes bright with power, with the knowledge that you were so obedient.

“Ten.”

Immediately, you collapse from his cock. Saliva and pre-cum connecting your coughing mouth to his hard dick still. Your lungs ache, and your breathing is frantic as you try to regain a sense of composure. Your tears meaning nothing so long as the inferno between your thighs is tamed. 

“You did so well, baby girl,” Shouto praises, and despite the pain in your lungs, you puff up at the praise. “You did exactly what daddy asked for you, so daddy believes you deserve a reward. Do you agree?”

Unable to speak, your belly tight and warm, and your throat aching slightly, you nod eagerly.

“Use your words, angel,” Shouto coos; he steps out of his pants before squatting before you, his fingers grazing your chin. “Daddy loves it when he hears you speaking.”

“I would love a r-reward, daddy,” you whimper softly. 

Your eyes swim with want, with inexplicable needs and desires. Shouto softens when he notices you nosing into his palms; he brushes a strand of hair out of your face.

“Look at how politely you asked that,” Shouto praises, kissing you softly on the corner of your mouth. “Daddy’s so proud of you, sweetheart.”

You keen some more, your wet eyelashes batting in your excitement and undying love for him.

“Now, daddy wants you to go to your room and take off all the clothes you want. Once you’re ready, I want you to call me in, and then daddy will take excellent care of you, okay?” Shouto commands you, his lips pressing softly onto your cheeks, eyelids, and finally softly onto your lips.

You gasp loudly at the touch, your eyes wide but looking incredibly drunk at the touch.

“Okay!” you giggle, pressing forward and taking his lips into another kiss.

He hums before assisting you to your feet, and you breathlessly laugh as you turn around and skip away towards your room. 

Your room is neat, as is required of Shouto. Your bed is neatly organized; there’s nothing on the floor or on your chair. Everything is put away correctly and cleanly. Grinning, you take off your shirt followed by your bra, shimming off your shorts, you toss away your clothes into your hamper, leaving only your socks on.

Hopping onto your bed, you grab a stuffed animal before turning to face the door and sing.

“Daddy, I’m ready!!!”

You squeal after saying that, excitedly staring at the closed door, eagerly anticipating the way Shouto would walk in. Your eyelashes flutter when you see the doorknob twist and in comes Shouto, who, unlike you, is completely naked.

Now you knew he was fit, even with your mind beginning to sink into your little space, you knew that Shouto was a handsome, fine man. He was built, muscular, and toned. He was tall, his head nearly hitting the top of the door if it wasn’t for the fact he was leaning against the doorframe. There is a slight smile on his face that screams of his pride, his joy of seeing you like this. And his eyes rake like hot coals against your body.

You shudder.

“Aren’t you cute,” Shouto murmurs, pride evident in his tone. He walks towards you, tongue slipping between his lips as he reaches the foot of the bed. “Such a beautiful princess, but now… what does princess need?”

“I need my daddy to take care of me,” you whisper, eyes hooded and mouth turning dry as he begins leaning onto the bed. “I want my daddy.”

“Such a dirty girl,” Shouto says with a chuckle as you begin to lean back onto your bed, your legs spreading for him. “Such a dirty, gorgeous girl.”

Your breathing stutters as the bed moves under his weight, and you’re practically panting as you watch his body slowly crawl over yours. Shouto looks down at you, his eyes deceivingly bright even with the shadows, and your eyes flutter as he leans down. 

You’re expecting a kiss, craving the feeling of his smooth, plump lips on yours. But you gasp in shock, betrayal, and in lust when his lips press against your earlobe. He trails his kisses everywhere, kissing every inch, every centimeter of your face, but never once your lips.

“Daddy, stop teasing!!” you whine loudly, feet kicking on the mattress and hands burying into his hair.

“I’m not teasing you,” Shouto objects, but the grin on his face says otherwise. “Why do you think I’m teasing you? What do you want?” 

“I want daddy’s kisses! Give me your kisses!” you cry with a pout.

With a burst of cheerful laughter that warms your heart and makes your belly flip, Shouto presses downward, capturing your lips with his. The contact is blissful, everything and more that you need. You eagerly kiss him back, making noises that are both sinful and so blessedly innocent as your arms wrap around his neck.

Shouto kisses you back with matching intensity, one elbow resting by your head, the other resting on your hip as he allows your tongue to press into his mouth. He lets you greedily take what you want, his thumb on your hip drawing nonsensical pictures. But as you shudder against him, completely overwhelmed by this all. Shouto probes his tongue into your mouth, gliding his wet, hot muscle against the roof of your mouth and the back of your teeth until your panting, unable to do anything but absorb him.

“So pretty, so cute when you’re like this. A beautiful doll for her daddy,” Shouto whispers into your mouth, and you can only moan in response. 

“I need daddy,” you speak, your glazed eyes unable to even look at Shouto. “I need daddy so bad.”

“Where does my princess need me?” Shouto speaks, his lips trailing down your slick chin and neck. “Right here?” he asks, sinking his teeth onto your neck and sucking softly.

“A-Aahhh~,” you shudder, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as he continues to place hickey after hickey on your neck, your collarbones, and the spot right behind your ear that makes you melt. “Yes, I need you everywhere… I need daddy’s mouth and cummies in me.”

“Your boobs are so cute, baby girl,” Shouto whispers, and you nearly jump out of your skin when you notice that he’s nosing against your breasts. “So pretty, better than anything I could have hoped for.”

You whine loudly, your body arching off the bed as his hot tongue dips out and licks a pebbled nipple. You pant as he licks again, your fingers burying into his hair.

“Such beautiful nipples, you make your daddy so happy,” Shouto praises, and you gasp loudly as his mouth envelopes your nipple. Your cunt throbs with intriguing want, your socked feet traveling up the line of his leg as his teeth graze and move your nipple in his mouth. “You make me the proudest daddy ever.”

His fingers card down your stomach, trailing and lingering around your cunt, and yet never once touching it. It’s tactical, teasing, and mind spinning. Your clit spasms with needed attention, angry with the teasing, desperate for contact — for attention. You make a noise, something not quite human, unable to pull yourself from your growing fuzzy head as Shouto moves from one nipple to the next.

Shouto chuckles, his eyes of blue and grey flashing up at you dangerously, knowingly.

“Don’t tease me, daddy,” you whisper, hips circling, thrusting into the air where you wish his fingers were.

“Okay,” he promises, and as if he could read your thoughts, his teeth gently bit down on your untouched yet demanding nipple. Your head slams against the mattress, your chest once again feeling alive as if you had been electrocuted. He sucks your nipple, teeth tugging on the sensitive flesh, warm tongue, and spit sinking into your nerves. His fingers taking care of your lonesome nipple, keeping it company with gentle, purposeful rolls as he has you sobbing his name. And when you thought the teasing couldn’t get worse, his fingers finally land where you want it most.

On your clit.

“You’re perfect, angel; I love you so much.”

It happens then, like a warm blanket being placed over you — comforting, warm, making the pain in your body hum with only pleasure, and your body trembles with peaking need.

“I wanna… I wanna do more,” you coo, eyes heavy and feigning intoxication as you look up at your daddy. “I wanna please my daddy!”

Your daddy blinks at you, head tilting before a knowing look flashes across his eyes, and he smiles softly, fingers abandoning their spots to press gently against your cheeks. You don’t even mind, so excited and happy that he’s holding you.

“What do you want, sunshine?”

“Can I please suck daddy’s nipples?” you ask with a hopeful face, “He made me feel so good, and I — I wanna make my daddy feel good too!”

“You wanna suck daddy’s nipples? Okay.”

You giggle loudly as the world spins, and you gasp when you’re suddenly sitting straight up, your wet cunt pressing against his hip bone. You laugh lightly, a bell-like giggle, and your hands press to his chest. “That was so fun!”

“Was it—?”

Your daddy can’t finish his sentence because you caught sight of his dusty brown nipples and launched forward, capturing the soft tissue in your mouth. 

It tastes like your daddy, the salt and unique taste he has. And your tongue lashes at it, your cheeks hollowing as you suck at it some more. It hardens in your mouth, a sensation that has you breaking away from him with a beautiful gasp.

“Am I doing a good job?!” you ask, looking at the pretty pink flush on your daddy’s face as he heaves slightly, flustered and a bit out of breath. “My nipples do that when you do a job, daddy!”

“You’re doing so well,” your daddy informs you, and you laugh excitedly. “Do you want… do you want daddy’s cock now?” 

“Daddy’s cock?” you question, heat rushing to your face at the naughty word. “W-What does that mean?”

“Daddy’s cock is how I can make you feel good,” daddy explains, his fingers trailing up and down your thighs, playing with the hem of your socks. 

You giggle as he snaps at it playfully.

“You’ve been doing such a good job, sunshine, and daddy’s cock hurts and wants to be in you.”

“In me?”

“Mmhm, and when it’s in you, you can get daddy’s cummies,” daddy smiles softly. “You want daddy’s cummies, remember?”

You think about it, unsure if you had wanted it, but then you remember that you had said it.

“Will daddy’s cummies help me? My stomach feels funny, a-and I feel wet.”

Daddy nods fast, his body shifting so that he’s in a sitting position and your wet chest presses against him. It’s a sensation you’re unfamiliar with, and you make an embarrassing squeaking noise at the feeling.

“I promise it’ll make you feel better, sunshine.”

You think about it some more, your arms wrapping around his neck as you think. But soon enough, you find yourself giggling and nodding, “I trust my daddy!”

“I’m so glad you do. Daddy’s so glad his baby girl trusts him.”

And the next thing you know, you’re back on your back, and your daddy looms over you, spreading your legs wide apart. You look down at gasp at the sight of daddy’s cock.

“It’s so big!” you shriek, “Where is that going, daddy?!”

“This is going right… there,” daddy emphasizes, pressing two fingers into a part of your body that has you speechless. It’s an intrusion you’re almost unfamiliar with, and yet it makes your head spin and your body hot with need and action from him. “I promise it’ll feel so good; I’ll make you feel so good.”

“O-Okay,” you whimper, watching your daddy pull something against the length of his cock before pressing the swollen head to the entrance that made you feel funny in a good way. “I’m ready, daddy.”

“I’m so glad,” your daddy smiles, and with a gentle kiss to your temple, he presses his cock into you.

“DADDY!” you shriek as his cock pressed into you, filling you out and stretching you out completely. The sensation is overwhelming, piercing pleasure slamming through your body as your arms and legs wrap around him in a vice-like grip. 

Daddy’s arms wrap around your waist, pulling you in close as his hips begin rutting in and out of you. The sensation, the rhythm, is constant and is intoxicating. The creak of the mattress and the loud, grateful cries of your mouth into the crook of his neck fills the room. And then he shifts you just a bit, his hips able to thrust further, more profound, into you, and a wanton, nearly voluptuous noise escapes your mouth. 

“Kiss me, daddy!” you cry, head thrusting back into the mattress, pleasure saturating so deep in your brain you can’t think anymore. “Kiss me, please! Kiss me, kiss me, kissmekissmekiss—”

His mouth is over yours, hot pants and wrecked breathing is passed between open parted lips. Your tongue pushes against his teeth, unable to find his tongue as your hips swirl and thrust up into his thrust cock. Every thrust sends daddy’s cock deeper into your pulling, demanding cunt, stretching you out, sending you further out in an unimaginable way. Your walls spasm uncontrollably, clenching and tightening without a single input. 

But soon, daddy’s shifting up onto his knees, and you can only wildly cry out for him when his arms shift from keeping you close to pressing behind your knees and shoving your knees into the mattress by your shoulders. The most primal, deranged moan rips from your mouth as the stretch sends his cock to a place in your cunt you never could imagine existing. You shake like a child against him, fingers scraping at his back, tearing his skin as your heels dig into his back. The head of his cock buries and brushes against your cervix, making you cry and see colors you’ve never seen before in your life. Your praises for your daddy are endless, and his powerful pounding sends the headboard of your bed crashing against the wall harder and harder.

“How are you feeling, bunny?” Daddy grunts, his face contorted with pleasure and the need to look at you. “Do you feel my cock in you? Can you feel daddy’s cock hitting your cervix?”

“D-Daddy, I-I — ohhh my god!” you sob, your hips pathetically rutting up and down against his cock, stupidly furthering how deep his cock can go, your cervix melting with pleasure, making you oh so dizzy. You can only blabber. “Daddy’s cock is so big, it’s so good! It’s making my stomach feel so funny! I’m so scared!”

“Don’t be scared,” your daddy pleads against your neck, though his speed and strength doesn’t lessen. “Your stomach feeling funny is a good thing; it’s supposed to happen! I promise you, this is how it's supposed to happen. Okay?”

“Okay, daddy, okay, okay, okay,” your voice lessened to a senseless babble. Your sentences blurring together, and your cheek pressed into the mattress, and drool pooled from your lips. 

His pace is completely irreplicable now; every maddening powerful thrust of his hips sends the headboard into the wall. The wet slapping echoing throughout the room when he pierces into you almost drowned out both of your senseless cries. 

It almost scared you, the sensation foreign, but his gentle reminder that this was normal, that you would be okay, kept you from spiraling. Slick erupts in your cunt, an overwhelming heat that throbs right in your core, coating your thighs and your stomach, and with every slam of his hips, it grows only more. 

Intensifying. 

Exhilarating. 

The temperature of your body sizzles off you in immense heat. His lips press against yours, a maddening escape of lust and need exchanging between your parted lips. Your saliva is everywhere, covering both of your faces — connecting them even when you part. But that didn’t stop him; it only fueled him to kiss you entirely, wordlessly praising you, engulfing you with his mouth, daring you with his tongue.

You were barely keeping up with his snapping hips, your mouth begging for more when he suckled on your tongue.

“It’s feeling so funny!” you suddenly cry as your daddy’s fingers pinch and rub against something between your legs that sends electric waves throughout every nerve in your body. “I feel like Imma pee, daddy! I can’t stop it! I can’t stop!”

“It’s okay, let it happen,” your daddy grunts into your ear, and with that, the calming steady of his voice, you let the heat, the tightness in your stomach you feel like is piss, slam through you. 

A tingling, white noise power sensation slams through your entire body. You arch into your daddy, your scream dying on your tongue as your body thumps with a full-body heartbeat. It sends your toes curling, your fingernails scarring his back, and a pathetic, pleasure-derived sob released into your daddy’s sweaty neck. 

His thrusting keeps up for a bit, letting your clenching and relaxing cunt finish him until his thrusts border sloppy, and with a final thrust that has your fingers trembling, he stops, collapsing onto you.

You don’t know what happens next, only that for one moment too long, it’s silent with only heaving breathing and incredibly warm body heat. Your eyes close, and you’re out before you even know it.

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You open your eyes to a dark room.

Shouto is next to you, his eyebrows furrowed slightly as he holds a wet, warm cloth to your body, gently cleaning you up.

“Holy shit,” you murmur, your voice scratchy and nearly blown. “Did I drop and pass out after cumming?”

Shouto jumped at your voice, looking up at your face with a tired but satisfied grin, “You did.”

You laugh softly, not quite humorlessly, not entirely because you were amused. You sit up, groaning at how your lower body screams in pain; well, it seemed that your drop really did hide any pain.

“That was fun,” you grin, eyes closing as Shouto presses the cloth to your neck, cleaning the sweat and saliva there. “Glad I decided to speak up on that — ow!”

You pouted as Shouto retreated his pinching fingers from your ribcage.

“You didn’t speak up; you acted out and then spoke up,” Shouto chuckled, sighing as he leaned backward, allowing for you to stretch your tired limbs.

“I still managed to say my truth,” you grin, taking the wet cloth from his hands and focusing on his body. Shouto sat there, still and silent, as you gingerly cleaned… everything off him.

“Well, if we’re saying our truths, can I ask something?” Shouto murmurs, so unlike his typical confident demur. You pause for a moment before nodding, continuing to clean the broken skin on his body. “Would you like to be my girlfriend? I-I know this is cheesy and all, but I feel like I want you outside of our arrangement, outside of the dynamic.”

You can’t help but laugh, making Shouto look panicked, even if for a bit.

“I thought I was the only one.”

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“Sero, psst, Sero!” Mina whispers loudly, hitting her friend in the back of the head with an eraser.

“Shit, what?” Sero hisses, a slight annoyance in his face from being hit.

“Look!”

Sero follows Mina’s pointed finger over where you and Shouto sat, in the middle of your own world despite it being smack in the middle of the lecture. He scanned your bodies more intensely and froze at the sight of purple and red bruises on both your necks.

“Is that—?!”

“YES!!!”

“HOLY SHIT! WE CALLED IT!”

“Sero!” boomed the voice of Aizawa, their scariest professor ever. “Is there something you would like to share with the class?”

Sero freezes, an awkward smile blooming on his face as he shrugs, “I’m just noticing some hickies today, that’s all!”

There could have been no casualties in this admittance; after all, Aizawa didn’t give two shits about hickies on university students. But the loud, panicked “shit!” coming from you was undoubtedly damning. 

Shouto snickered, his fingers tugging at the collar of your shirt as his fingers brushed against the collection of bruises, “I think they look nice.”

[postwarlevi]

Saturday Skates

Content: About 3.3k words. Levi takes you ice skating, or rather, you take him, and end up spending even more time together.

a/n- only kind of proof read/edited.

"I'll be right there!" You call to your friends who are just ahead.

With the cooler weather everyone is heading to an indoor rink to go ice skating.

Or, almost everyone. There is one person that you are disappointed won't be participating.

"Come in." Levi says when you knock on his closed office door.

"Captain, why don't you come with us?" You ask after stepping inside. Everyone else is going, even Erwin is taking time out to have some fun.

"Ice skating? I'll pass." He knows what you're talking about because all of you haven't stopped mentioning it all morning.

"Are you sure? Just take a break for a while."

Levi sighs. "I have a lot to do." It's true.

"I know, we all do, but it'll be fun. And I'll help you finish if I can." It isn't fair he should miss out.

"Thank you but, I should stay here." Even if maybe he'd rather go with you, or rather, try a new activity, than work.

"How about I stay here with you instead and then we go together?" You offer.

This makes Levi wonder. "You'd do that?" You would miss out having fun so he could be included?

"Well, sure!" You smile at him and get ready to settle in to work. "I'd really like for you to come."

You say it like you mean it, leaving Levi a little flustered. The thought of spending some quiet alone time together makes him both nervous and puts him in a good mood.

"Come on, give me something, what can I do?" You ask after sitting down opposite him.

When Levi doesn't move you just take a pile away from him only to have him pull it back.

"What are you doing?" You ask when he stands.

"Taking you ice skating. Papers can wait." Obviously. If you would do this for him, than the least he can do is not be selfish and make sure you have a good day. Besides, he'll get to watch you have a good time.

"Yes!" You consider getting Levi away from his work a victory. You pull at his shirt sleeve to make sure he's following.

Secretly he is enjoying the hold you have on him.

It's not long before everyone is all together, some already out on the ice, some still lacing up their skates.

"Let's go!" Jean yells to you from the ice before being run over by a falling Connie. "HEY!" The two boys get into a playful pushing match that ends with Armin and Sasha pulling them apart before things get too dangerous.

"I'm coming!" You say while laughing and putting your skates on.

"You do this before?" Levi asks. He's sitting next to you putting his own on.

"Well, once or twice." It's been a while though.

"So, you're not very good?"

Your laugh has him messing up the knot he's trying to make. "Well, how many times have YOU been?"

"Uh, none, actually." He admits, sitting back up and glancing your way.

"Wait, zero?" How could this be?

"Not everyone grew up getting to go ice skating." His adult life hadn't made much time for it, either.

"Oh, sorry." You're reminded that while no one's really had it easy, Levis adolescence was extremely difficult.

"It's fine, just saying is all." He feels bad now, seeing your reaction.

You stand up first and Levi wobbles up as well.

"You're not afraid of falling, are you?" You try to joke.

"Shut up." Levi is saying before you even finish, making you laugh and feel light hearted again.

"Trust me, I won't let you fall." You promise, taking ahold of his arm and slowly making your way forward.

"Better not." Levi tries to sound seriously but it comes out must softer than he is going for.

"Levi, let's go!" Erwin shouts from across the ice, skating with Hange.

With his free arm Levi waves to Erwin to hush and not break his concentration as he steps onto the ice.

"About time Captain!" Connie and Sasha are heading straight for you and you feel Levi tense.

You grab onto Levi closer. "Guys cut it out!" You shield Levi and make sure no one gets near him.

Once out of harms way, Levi realizes he's actually smiling a bit at how adorable you're being.

His heart speeds up when he realizes your hands are locked together. When did that happen?

"Sorry Captain." You reacted without thinking and go to take your hand back, but Levi holds tighter.

"Don't you dare let go." He demands, now sounding very serious. He doesn't want to let go, and gets to use the excuse of not wanting to fall.

"I won't let anything happen to you." You curse yourself for how that comes out and Levi can't stop the tender way he looks at you, one you've never seen, leaving you pretending to look at your surroundings so maybe he won't notice the shaky breath you have to take.

You start moving forward and though slightly unbalanced are doing fairly well.

"So far, so good." Levi notes, seeing he isn't as horrible as originally thought.

"You're doing great." Your encouragement has him squeezing your hand in appreciation, and maybe a bit out of fondness.

Jean comes to skate on your other side. "Hey, come skate with me!" He hasn't seen you all day. "Or, can I not pull you away from our cranky Captain?" Jean can say this because Levi can't catch him.

"Jean!" You roll your eyes.

"Keep it up, Kirstein." Levi dares Jean. He can always punish him later. "Yeah, go on if you want." Levi wants you to do whatever you want, and thinks he can maybe do this now that he's gotten through one whole rotation.

You ponder only for a moment. "No, we're good. Go on, I'll hang with you later." You tell Jean, nudging him away while he pouts.

"It's okay, I got it." Levi insists, but doubts himself the moment he tries to loosen his grip on your hand. "Maybe just send Hange and Erwin to help me off the ice."

This makes you giggle and leaves Jean staring at the noise coming from you. Yes you laugh, but, what the heck is this? He then notices your hands linked and his eyes widen quickly.

Snapping his head back up to look at you, you stare back. "What?" You mouth.

Jean waves his hands around to let you know he's seen you two.

"So?" You mouth again, wanting him to stop drawing attention to it.

"What are you two doing?" Levi looks over at you.

"Nothing! Jean's just being ridiculous!" You emphasize the last word, eyes on Jean, silently telling him to cut it out.

"Am not!" He most certainly is not!

"You sure do have a weird relationship." Levi says of you and Jean. Actually, yours is probably one of the best friendships amongst everyone.

"Us? What about yo-" Jean gets your hand covering his face to shut him up.

"Would you stop distracting us?!" Your action makes you sway a little, making Levi strengthen his hold to try to keep you up. "Go!"

Jean lets out a huff and mouths a "later" to you before going, letting you know he wants details. Not that there's any to give.

Levis never ice skated, you hold onto him to keep him upright, somehow found his hand, and now neither of you will let go. Well, at any rate Jean can just mind his own business. But he wouldn't, of course.

"Damn boy can be so annoying sometimes."

"Now you know how I feel about all of you." Levi teases.

"Hey! Only I'm allowed to say that about him. And what do you mean 'all of you'?" Your mad face makes Levi chuckle, which instantly ruins your angry face.

"Kidding!" He pretends to cringe.

"Apparently you don't want help with your papers later."

"You can't take it back!"

"Watch me." You nod, because yes you can.

Levi scoffs. "That's it, let's go." He starts pulling on you and moving sideways, as if to leave the ice, but you pull back.

"Levi!" For the first time you forget to use his title, but it only adds to the joy you're both feeling.

You banter back and fourth, smiling and laughing while skating at a slow pace and still not letting go of each other.

You don't even realize that it's noticeable to those around you what a good time you're both having.

Armin and Jean have had a bet about which of you would make the first move. It's hard to tell who is winning.

Hange and Erwin are left grinning at Levi loosening up, which is a rare sight.

Those you don't even know can't help but think how nice it is to see what appears to be a happy couple together.

Connie and Sasha however, are a little less aware, and barge in on your fun with a little of their own.

Connie is faster and comes charging forward with a yell.

"Hey, stop!" Levi is faster and leans into you just in time, making Connie just barely miss him and instead go flying forward, Jean and Armin laughing at the sight.

Sasha however, always hits her target, and it is easier with you both so close to each other.

Slamming into you, everyone loses their balance. Levi is once again quick to react and positions himself underneath you so he falls first, arms going around you protectively as you land on top of him.

You bang heads and are left groaning, plus you get the wind knocked out of you when Sasha lands on top of you.

"Ugh, brats!" Levi says furiously, rubbing his forehead. "Get the hell off, Sasha!" He kicks at her skate with his own.

Sasha is hysterical as Connie helps her up. "Oops!"

"Are you okay?" Levi asks softly, one arm still around you.

You nod but can't answer yet, still trying to catch your breath.

Levi finds his free hand moves forward to rub your forehead, waiting to move until he knows you're okay. You both realize how very close you are.

Suddenly Armin and Jean are here helping you up.

"Careful!" Levi hisses at them to be gentle with you. He's a little grumpy now that you've left his arms.

Erwin and Hange help Levi up and he dismisses them, giving a small 'thanks'.

Levi steals you back away from your friends, who glance at you, then each other, before everyone goes on their way.

With a hand on your arm, Levi leads you both off the ice.

"You good?" He asks again once you're both sitting.

"Yeah, I'm good." You assure him, wondering if you have a mark on your forehead since it still stings.

"Maybe that's enough for today." You both unlace your skates and soon everyone follows as well, heading back in for the day.

You and Levi share a look before separating for a bit.

A few chores still have to get done and later you're all moving about the kitchen looking for dinner.

"Details!" Jean whispers to you, Armin interested as well.

You roll your eyes. "I don't know what you're talking about." A lie.

"Yes you do!" He insists.

"Everyone was having a good time. Why can't he have a good time?" You ask.

"He can. With you." Armin points out.

"And apparently you, with him! All that girly giggling you were doing?" Jean mocks you, making Armin laugh.

You feel your cheeks turn red. Is that how you sound?

Before they can continue, you turn away, ignoring them and going to sit with Sasha and Connie, letting them know they're forgiven for earlier.

Hange, Erwin and Levi all make appearances, the former two sitting for a few minutes, Levi just grabbing something quickly.

"Captain! Sit with us!" Jean pats the empty seat next to him, making you glare at him from the other table.

"Got work to finish." Levi knows he's up to something, as he's not usually asked to sit with you all.

"Okay, but if you need some help-"

"Than you're offering? Thanks Kirstein, see you when you're done eating."

Armin, Sasha and Connie are laughing, Jean is trying to figure out how this went wrong, and you and Levi share a quick smile before he leaves.

After everything is cleaned up and you're by yourself, you make a pot of tea and place it and a couple cups on a serving tray.

"Where are you going?" Jean spots what you have immediately after you leave the kitchen.

"You really have nothing better to do?" Where did he even come from? "And if you say 'details' one more time, then I'll just let you be the one that goes to help with paperwork."

"So, we're not hanging out?" He grins, knowing better.

Your eyes narrow, leaving Jean laughing, and he lets you be.

Making your way to Levis office you knock and enter when summoned.

Levi can't hide the content on his face at seeing who it is.

"You're not Kirstein." He's still in a joking mood.

"Oh, sorry, I'll just go get Jean-" You make a move to turn around.

"Get in here." This isn't a request.

Levi moves his papers so you can put the tray on his desk. You feel him watching as you pour the tea and hand him his cup.

"Thank you." He says, taking a sip while still watching as you pour your own and sit down.

"Wow, this is terrible." He tells you while taking another sip.

You can't help but laugh and quickly stop, wondering if you're as obvious as Jean said.

"No it's not." You say after having a taste.

"It's not." Levi agrees, hoping he isn't the cause of whatever has you uneasy. He'll have whatever you make, anytime.

"How's your head?" You ask.

"Hurts, yours?" It was a pretty hard fall.

"Hurts." You admit.

Levi leans down to go through a drawer, pulling out some aspirin for both of you.

"Thank you for including me today." He makes small talk while you finish drinking.

"Thank you for coming." It wouldn't have been the same without him.

"Sorry it ended like that." With both of you on the ground, even if it did get you closer together.

"Yeah, about that." You smile. "I was supposed to catch you."

Levi gulps down the last of his tea. "Works both ways, silly." He says this warmly. Don't you know he'll always be there to break your fall?

You don't know if it's the medicine or the way you look at each other that has your heads feeling better.

You both feel what's becoming a familiar sensation in your chest when his fingers brush yours to take your cup and place everything out of the way.

"You don't really have to help, you know." Levi let's you out of your promise.

"I want to. Unless, you'd rather be by yourself." Maybe you are smothering him?

"No. Just, stay there." Levi would sit in his chair and write for an entire week if you just stay with him.

You try this while he starts in on papers, but you're fidgeting and looking around and feel strange doing nothing.

"If you just give me-"

"Here." Levi already knows you can't do nothing, so hands you a few things and a pen.

You smile and set in while he continues.

You're both happy with the never ending stack of papers. Levi hands you more when you finish with what's in front of you.

"What are you looking at?" He asks when he sees you staring at him.

You shrug, shying pretending to smooth back your hair while looking away. Of course he catches you.

"Then get back to work." He says with with the hint of a smile. Can you stop being so cute, for one second? Levi is pretty sure he didn't just say that out loud.

This continues when you catch him looking at you at one point, and you tell him to stop being so easily distracted.

"I'm just making sure you're still on track." Levi makes this up so he has an excuse.

"Uh-huh. Right." You say sarcastically.

Somehow as the evening goes on you manage to make a good dent in the work, even with all the stolen glances and quiet banter.

Somewhere in between your free hands move closer to each others, fingers brushing together. Levis fingers rest on the back of your hand, and eventually you end up holding hands like on the ice rink. Small squeezes are shared along with soft looks whenever you reach for another paper.

Levi doesn't know the last time he's enjoyed something so much. He's never been ice skating. He's never wanted or let someone help him and certainly not watch him with work. And he's never sought out someone's hand like he keeps doing with yours.

He lets out a content sigh, thankful you had been willing to come help with his work.

Once Levi looks at this watch and sees how late it's getting he clears his throat.

"Let's quit tonight, okay?" He doesn't mean stop spending time together, just stop writing.

"Okay." You put the pen down, and neither of you make another move.

"I can spare some time tomorrow if you want." You're not even out of his office and are already offering to come back. Levi nods, signifying he would like that.

"Snacks?" He asks. He knows you like something sweet after dinner.

"Snacks." You both get up and finally your hands separate. It's not Jean or anyone else's business what's going on here.

You pass by others watching tv on the couch. It's not gone unnoticed that no one has seen either of you in a while.

"Details!" Jean mouths to you when you catch each others eye, making you chuckle.

Levi looks over to see what's funny but everyone is looking innocent.

Going through the kitchen cabinets you grab a few things.

"What would you like, Captain?" You ask, holding some things out for him.

"Formalities?" Levi takes one of your offerings. "I thought we were past that?"

It was just earlier today you were using his name.

"Habit." You say, walking in front of him so he doesn't see you blush.

On the couch Hange is waiting for Erwin to hand over $10. He's just lost their bet on if you would be allowed to continue to call Levi by name. Erwin thought Levi would at least hold out a little while longer. Hange knows better, though.

You go sit on the floor by Jean and Levi takes his normal chair and everyone finishes the night as usual.

"Almost bed time and NOW you hang out with me?" Jean pretends to pout.

"Hush." You mumble, sharing what you have with him. "I'll hang with you tomorrow."

"Sure." Jean isn't sure he believes this.

While you do see him and everyone else the next day for some more morning winter activities, you see more of Levi who helps you with some chores as a thank you for continuing to help him with paperwork. You're caught in the kitchen having a cozy lunch together while taking a break and then are not seen again until dinner.

Armin and Jean still aren't sure who won their bet. They call it a draw and make a new one on which of you will initiate your first kiss.

While it eventually comes apparent that it has indeed happened, they never actually find out who won that bet, either.

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a/n- How did it end up this long? Finally had a day off work and destressed and got motivated :) Just finished a few hours ago. Hope you like!