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#fic: cookies and cream
thegreatcrowdragon · 4 months
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flyingraijin · 2 years
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Cookies 'n Cream | S. Todoroki
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Entry 05 | The Virginity Chronicles
Summary: The rules have been clear for a long time; no messing around, no wasting time on anything that isn't trying to get to the top, and no Shoto Todoroki. At least, until school is over. Your parents have a lot of influence in the hero world, but once you've graduated, you're free from their control. And there's only one more night to wait.
Only, you've never been the most patient person. And after years of hiding your feelings and your need for him, he's right there now, in your room, close enough to touch.
(Or, alternatively; Shoto fucks for the first time)
Pairing: Shoto Todoroki x fem!reader
Warnings: Forbidden romance, first time au, third year au, soft smut, hand jobs, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex, all characters are 18 years or over!
Word Count: 12 440
Note: So it's finally here, boys. This has been a long time coming, my apologies. Mental health has been a bitch, so writing wasn't the easiest thing for me, but I got it done eventually! I hope everyone enjoys :)
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It’s Aizawa who eventually comes to break up the party. The clock has just ticked past eleven pm and with the noise level in the 3A common room not decreasing in the slightest, you’re honestly not surprised. Your teacher looks exhausted when he shuffles his way into the room, the bags under his eyes having deepened in only the last day. He also seems reluctant as he stares around at your classmates, and you almost get the feeling that he’s sending you off to bed because he has to, not because he wants to. 
Which makes sense. You think your celebration is justified, after all, considering how your entire class had just passed the official hero licensing exams that afternoon. Although, you don’t exactly mind the fact that you’re being forced up to bed either - Kaminari still has so much energy, despite the late hour and exhausting day, and frankly it’s getting on your nerves a little. 
“Guys,” Aizawa says tiredly as he stands between two of the couches, looking around at your classmates. “I know it’s been an exciting day, but you all have to be up early for the graduation ceremony tomorrow.”
“Aww, but -” Mina tries, looking upset. But she cuts herself off when Aizawa fixes her with a particularly teacherly look. 
“You all also need to move all of your things out of the dorms tomorrow,” he continues, and you're almost able to ignore the distinctly sad tone of his voice. “And I guarantee none of you will want to do that if you’re all exhausted. I’m technically not your teacher anymore, so I can’t really make you go to bed. But you’ll be doing yourself all a big favour if you do.” 
The room falls quiet with his admittance because despite the fact that it has been on everyone’s minds, you don’t think you’ve actually heard someone admit it out loud yet. It being the fact that this is your last night ever in the UA dorms and from tomorrow, you’ll all be full-fledged heroes. 
It’s an exciting thought. But also much more sad than you think anyone ever anticipated.
Momo is the first to agree with Mr Aizawa and honestly, you’re not surprised. You recognise the look of slight dejection as she forces a smile around at the rest of you. “That’s probably a good idea. We don’t want to be exhausted on our first day of heroing!” Her tone is light, purposely light, but it still hits you in the chest a little too hard. Still, you force a smile back at her.
“Yeah, I think I’m about ready to turn in anyway.”
Slowly, your classmates start to agree, and then group by group, they begin to troupe upstairs. You get to your feet along with them and bid Aizawa goodnight. However, before you head up, you make a b-line for the kitchen, all with the intention of getting something that you’ve been saving for yourself up until this point. 
The kitchen itself is dark when you reach it, being illuminated only by the lights still on in the lounge. But you don’t have any problem reaching the tall fridge and then crouching down in front of it as you open the large freezer. The icy drawers are more empty than usual, with a lot of your classmates having either taken their food out or eaten it in anticipation of having to clear the entire space out. You find what you’re looking for immediately, tucked away in the back corner of a bottom drawer, untouched and waiting for you. The cold nips a little at your fingers as you reach for it, but you barely notice in anticipation of getting what you want. Then…
“What are you doing?” 
You jump, your arm instinctively tucking back into yourself as you retreat from the freezer.  Your heart thumps in your chest as for a split second your body goes into fight or flight mode. But then you turn to peer over your shoulder and find only the familiar, curious gaze of your best friend and classmate, Shoto Todoroki.
Your breath leaves you in a rush and you slump a little, placing a relieved hand over your chest. "Thank god, it's just you," you manage to wheeze out as your blood pounds in your ears.
Shoto, totally oblivious to the anguish that he's caused you, cocks his head a little to the side and blinks. "Who did you think I was?" he asks curiously, eyebrows furrowed. 
You shake your head and turn back to the freezer, eyeing your prize once again. "No one. You just… you scared me." 
"I'm sorry." 
You stifle a small laugh as you grab what you need and then go to stand. Shoto steps back as you do, giving you room to reach your full height and close the freezer door behind you.
"It's fine," you say, as the door seals once again. "I just wasn't expecting you to be there." 
" I wasn't expecting you to be here ," Shoto points out. He looks down at what you're holding. "I thought you were going to bed." 
"I just wanted to grab this first," you tell him. And when he gives you a questioning look, you hold up your prize. 
"Ice cream?" Shoto asked as he reads the label on the tub you've got clutched in your hand, and you nod, pleased with yourself. You'd managed to score the last tub from one of your favourite ice cream parlours on your way home from training yesterday, and you'd been saving it for this very occasion. 
"It's cookies ‘n cream flavour!" you tack on when Shoto raises an eyebrow at you. "That's the best flavour!" 
His nose wrinkles a little. "I prefer vanilla." 
"Why am I not surprised?" you mumble, turning to head back past him towards the elevator. He follows after you immediately, falling into step beside you as you begin to make your way back through the kitchen. 
"Why do you have ice cream anyway? Is it a special occasion?"
You shrug one shoulder and look down at the tub in your hand. "I guess it's… like a send-off," you muse. "It's our last night as UA students and while I liked the goodbye party, I figured this would be a more fitting celebration." 
Shoto gives you a blank look for a long minute, long enough that you almost start to think he might have forgotten the significance of the ice cream as you stop by the counter to grab two spoons from one of the cutlery drawers. But then the corner of his mouth twitches upwards and he offers you one of his rare smirks. 
"You mean because of how on our first night in the dorms, you skipped out on the room contest to eat ice cream by yourself in your room?" 
You shoot him a wide grin and point the spoon handle right at his face. "Exactly." 
"And I suppose I'm obligated to show up to this ice cream event too? Since you roped me into the last one?" 
"I did not 'rope you in'," you reply indignantly as the pair of you reach the elevator. Shoto presses the button to bring the elevator to the ground floor and turns to look at you as you continue. "You just invited yourself into my room because you didn't want to stay up and talk after everyone took their votes!" 
"I was still there,” he points out. "Do you want me there again or not?: 
You close your mouth, a little haughty. Of course, you want him there - Shoto is your best friend in the world, after all, not to mention the very unfortunate fact that you're completely in love with him. If anything, the worst thing about the goodbye party thrown by the rest of your class was the fact that you couldn't snuggle up with him on the couch like you wanted to. 
But you also know of how much pleasure he takes in the fact that you're a complete sucker for him and so you don't want to admit that now. 
"I guess…" you start, as the elevator doors slide open and the both of you step inside. "I guess it would be kind of difficult for me to eat this entire tub on my own…" 
It wouldn’t. But you put on your best innocent face anyway as you side-eye Shoto through your eyelashes. 
He only shoots you a pointed look in return. And then he hits the button for your floor and you smile triumphantly, knowing you’ve got him. 
“You can just ask me,” Shoto points out as the elevator rumbles into life around you. He turns a little, shuffling on his feet as he looks down at you. You shrug nonchalantly even as your heart leaps in your chest. 
“But it’s more fun not to.” 
“For you, maybe,” Shoto mumbles and you giggle, turning to face him properly. 
“Aw, do you not like my games?”
“Maybe not,” he tells you, giving you a pout. But you can see there’s warmth in the depths of his eyes as you reach forward with your free hand to catch hold of him. His fingers are cold as they tangle with yours. 
“I can’t resist though,” you say, tilting your chin upwards to look at him properly. There’s a bit of a height difference between the pair of you, after he’d shot up like a fucking beanstalk back in second year, and usually, it annoys you. Now though, as you watch the way he looks down at you with a raised eyebrow, it brings a certain kind of giddiness to your chest. “You’re very cute.” 
The corner of Shoto’s mouth twitches and he leans in a little. “I know I am,” he says quietly, almost smug. “That’s why a good majority of this school is in love with me.” 
Your eyebrow jumps and you lean away, putting a little bit of distance between the both of you. Your smile doesn’t falter though as you meet his gaze and study his expression, noting the sparkle in his eye. “You’re not supposed to know about that.”
Shoto almost laughs. His fingers squeeze yours as the corners of his mouth tug upwards and then he shoots you a smirk worthy of someone like Sero or Bakugou. “I may be a little oblivious,” he says and suddenly his voice has dropped an octave. You can't help but lean towards him again, your lips parting just slightly. “But I’m not stupid. Most of them are very, very bad liars. Including you.” 
The tip of his nose brushes yours. You smile again. “But I’m allowed to be obvious about the fact that I’m in love with you.” 
“That’s true,” he tells you and then you can feel his lips brushing against yours as he talks. Something in your stomach swoops. “I’d like to hear you say it more often though.” 
You almost kiss him. Almost. You can feel him, his lips, his torso beginning to press against yours, the way his hand is tight on your own. You’re so close to him and you almost kiss him right there, despite the fact that you’re supposed to be hiding the fact that you’re together with him. 
But then there’s a small jolt as the elevator reaches its stop. And you step back just in time for the doors to slide open, revealing the dark, empty hallway of your landing. 
Shoto pulls back a little too, a faint look of annoyance passing across his features. You give his hand a final squeeze as you say, “All in due time.” Then you drop his fingers and, with another smile, turn to lead the way towards your bedroom. Shoto follows behind you with only a soft sigh. 
No one bothers you on the way to your bedroom door. You don't even see anyone, and the evident strips of light appearing from under other people’s bedroom doors lead you to conclude that they’re all made it upstairs before you and Shoto had. You don’t mind though; actually, it’s far more convenient to be undisturbed. Because despite the fact that everyone in the class knows you and Shoto are close, they don’t know how close. And it’s still important to hide the fact that you’re not-together-but-together from the rest of your class, at the very least until you’ve both left UA for good. 
Your relationship with Shoto has always been complex like that. Right from the start, when you’d so boldly introduced yourself to him on your very first day at UA. There’d been a connection between the both of you from the beginning - probably because you each came from well-established hero families and understood each other’s pressure - and you’d been unwilling to let that go. And so your relationship with him had grown into something very special, if still tainted by the disapproval from both of your parents. 
You’re not dating Shoto. That’s the truth, you’re not . You’re not with him, he’s not your boyfriend. Because he can’t be, not like this. You can’t go out and do couple things, you can’t cuddle and kiss in front of anyone else, you can’t address him as yours for fear of the anger of both your families. Not after your parents had told you specifically if anything happened between you and him, they’d pull you from UA in a heartbeat. He’s still your partner though, your person . And you love him more than you’d ever thought you were capable of loving anyone. Just not publicly. 
Which is why slipping him silently into your bedroom is practically a routine at this point. Shoto follows on behind you, a cover story already poised at the both of your lips. He keeps his head down as you open the bedroom door and steps inside first when you let him through, keen eyes scanning over your empty room once before his shoulders relax. And then, once you’ve shut and locked the door, and are turning back to him with the tension already flowing out your own body, he closes the distance between you two in a few long strides. You practically fall into his kiss when he reaches for you, his left hand sliding right your waist while his right clasps your jaw gently. You inhale in surprise and almost don’t register the kiss before he pulls away again and drops his head a little to fix you with a dark gaze from beneath his bangs. 
“You take far too much joy in teasing me,” he tells you in a soft voice. You giggle in response and shake your head, letting him go when he steps back to run a hand through his hair. 
“You make it too easy.” 
Shoto only grunts in reply and turns to take his usual spot on the floor beside your bed, his back to the bed frame. He crosses his long legs and watches on as you first go to switch on the fairy lights strung across one wall and then discard your phone on your desk. Neither of you speaks a word until you turn again and take your seat next to him on the floor, stretching out your legs before you. 
Shoto takes the spoon that you offer him and then continues to watch silently as you wrestle the lid of the ice cream from the tub and reveal the creamy substance to the cool of the open air for the first time. Neither of you go to take a spoonful though, something hanging in the air between you, holding you back. 
“Hey, Shoto,” you start eventually, staring hard at the ice cream before you. “You’re not… nervous for tomorrow or anything?” 
You can feel his soft gaze on the side of your face as you speak but you don’t dare look at him. For some reason, bringing the question up almost makes you feel… embarrassed? No, ashamed is probably a better word. 
For a moment there's silence as Shoto seems to think about it. Then he shifts, moving a little closer to you. “I don’t think so,” he says eventually, almost sounding thoughtful. “I’m not nervous to graduate or anything. Why do you ask?”
You shake your head and go to dig into the ice cream with your spoon. “Um, no reason,” you say. “I was just… wondering.” 
Shoto watches you for a moment more. Then he reaches out to take hold of your wrist, stopping you from massacring the surface of the ice cream any more. “There’s something bothering you,” he observes, his voice quiet. You just shake your head again in response. 
“It’s nothing,” you mumble before shoveling a spoonful of ice cream in your mouth. “Really.” 
But, just as he’d rightfully said earlier, Shoto isn’t stupid. Oblivious, not stupid. And so when he reaches out to take hold of your chin gently and turns your head so he can meet your eyes, you can see the clear concern burning in his gaze. “Please,” he asks, softly, sweetly. “Tell me?”
For a moment, you’re not going to. For one long moment, you honestly think you’ll just deny him again and, when he inevitably stops pushing you, go back to eating ice cream while talking about happier topics. 
But it’s only for a moment before when you meet his eyes, you realise you really don’t want to hide it from him. So much of your life is hiding, it’s already come between you and some of the people you love the most. You don’t want that to happen to Shoto. 
So you purse your lips and let out a short sigh. And then you say, “I’m kind of scared.” 
Shoto lets go of you, his eyes narrowing just a little as he gives you a confused look. “Scared.” 
“Yeah,” you affirm and look away from him. “Really scared, actually.” 
“Of what?”
You shrug. “I’m not sure. Graduating, maybe. Or… I suppose it’s more just, I’m scared of being an adult.” 
You take another scoop of ice cream, which prompts Shtoo to do the same, and for a few seconds, the pair of you just sit in silence, processing what you’ve said. Then you shrug again and shake your head. 
“It’s like… we’ve spent three years here, right? In these dorms, with each other, learning all these things that should help us when we actually have to be heroes. But… now that we’re almost done, and we’re leaving tomorrow , I can't help but feel like… like I don’t really know anything at all.” 
“You’re in the top five of our whole year though,” Shoto points out. You bite at your bottom lip as your nose scrunches a little in response. 
“Yeah but…” you start, “that's not really the same. That's all theory and practice of how to be a hero . I don’t even know how to be a person , and now we have to go out there, completely alone, and just figure it all out.” 
Shoto seems to think over your words for a minute as he takes another mouthful of ice cream. “I suppose I understand,” he admits eventually. But then his head turns and you can feel him looking at you once again. “But… you won’t be completely alone.” 
You turn your own head and meet his gaze straight on. 
“Yeah?”
He nods. “You’ve got all the friends you’ve made here. Uraraka and Asui and Yaoyorozu… all of them. They’re not just going to leave now that we’re finished with UA. And…” and here he pauses for a moment as something wells up in his dark eyes. “Well, you’ve got me.” 
“You?” 
He nods once. “Even if it hasn’t been … officially, these past few months, you’ve got me. And from tomorrow… we won’t have to hide anything anymore.” 
“Right,” you mumble. "From tomorrow…" 
Tomorrow you're officially free. That's how you've always thought of it. Your graduation from UA and into the vibrant world of pro-heroes acted as somewhat of an official-unofficial step into adulthood. From tomorrow, your parents would have no real agency over your life, not if you didn't want them to. From tomorrow, you'd need to learn to handle your own affairs. From tomorrow, you could be your own person, properly, with nothing in the way. 
And from tomorrow, you could be with Shoto. Because from tomorrow, the bounds of the ultimatum your parents had stung over your head fell away. They couldn't "forcefully remove you from school", they couldn't put a cork in your dreams. They couldn't lock you at home like they're threatened. They couldn't even cut you off financially because you'd have your own job and be earning your own money - you have a place at an agency that's not theirs, working under a hero who has no connections whatsoever to your family. From tomorrow, you'll finally be free. 
That thought alone is enough to ease the knot of anxiety growing inside you just a little bit. 
"I can take you on a real date tomorrow," Shoto continues quietly. "And I can hold your hand in public, and not care who sees." 
"Not even your dad?" 
"Not even my dad," Shoto confirms. He nudges at your knee lightly, a little cheerily, with his own, and then you hear the small smile in his words when he speaks again. "I don't have to care about him ever again." 
You turn to look at him properly then, and his eyes catch yours immediately. They're sparkling, you realise, gittering in the twinkle of the fairy lights on the opposite wall. His whole face really, is illuminated in a way that makes you think he could be an elf. Or a fairy. Something kind of inhumanly beautiful creature, especially with the way he's staring at you right now. 
A smile finds its way to your own lips and slowly you reach over to set the tub of ice cream down on your nightstand, so you can raise a free hand up to brush his bangs away from his face. 
"That sounds good. Really good." 
"Just a few more hours," he tells you in a soft calm voice. And you repeat it back to him in a warm tone. 
"Just a few more hours." 
You're not sure who leans in first but when your lips meet after that; it's very soft. You feel Shoto’s fingers on your jaw, holding your face with a touch lighter than feathers, and at the same time, your own hands curl into the fabric of his shirt. He tastes like cookies and cream, you realise with a soft start. And you're sure you must taste that way too, especially so when Shoto lets out a soft sigh against you and presses closer. 
Something bursts in your chest, heat that spreads outwards until it feels like your entire body is tingling. You grip Shoto a little tighter in an attempt to ground yourself and in response he lets go of your jaw completely, allowing his hand to slide downwards to rest against the side of your neck instead. His lips are as soft and sweet as ever, coaxing you gently, moving only the slightest fraction to draw you in as much as possible. And then suddenly he pulls away, leaving you to chase after him with an unhappy sigh. 
When your eyes open again, you find that Shoto is already looking at you. His hand is still on your neck, thumb rubbing back and forth against the warmth of your skin comfortingly. And there’s something questioning in his expression that has your eyebrows furrowing a little in concern. 
“What?” you ask, and it comes out as barely a mumble between the pair of you. Shoto purses his lips, his eyes dropping from yours to where your fingers are still tightly gripping the front of his sweater. When he speaks, his voice is just as quiet. 
“You… You do want this, right?”
“Want what?”
“Us,” he clarifies, looking up at you again. “Everyone about not hiding anyone, being able to be together properly, all of it… you do want it?” 
Something inside you wilts when you pinpoint the self-doubt in his tone. And then you let go of his sweater to put your hands on either side of his face, holding his gaze steady as you stare into his eyes. 
“I want it, Shoto. I can’t even begin to explain how much.” 
His hand comes up to cover yours, and then he leans into your touch, his eyes falling closed for a second. “As long as you’re sure,” he mumbles. 
Your own eyes slide shut and you lean in too, your forehead pressing to his. The tips of your noses brush and you feel yourself relax a little against him, as the familiar hot and cold of his body overwhelms you. You can feel him breathing and you find your own breaths matching his; in and out, in and out. Until his hands close a little tighter around yours and then he pulls them from his face, tugging them down so he can curl his fingers between yours in his lap. 
You want to open your eyes and look at him. And yet, as he shifts a little and his energy changes, and the sound of his body shuffling around teases your ears, you find that you can’t. It’s like your eyelids are glued closed, your heart beginning to beat a little faster as you wait in anticipation for him to do … something. 
It takes him a minute. His thumbs rub over the back of your hands, smoothing across your skin in a gesture that sends tingles rushing up your spine like ice. And you feel the soft warmth of his breath against your lips, like he’s drawing closer but only by a fraction. Your eyelids flutter and your lips begin to curve as you go to say his name. “Sho-” 
But Shoto cuts you off completely by kissing you again. 
Only, this time, it’s a little different. 
There’s an energy in him that you don’t recognise as his lips caress yours. It’s warm, and eager, excited even, and it draws you in, turns your muscles to liquid and your bones to jelly as you allow him to pull you closer, eventually tugging you right onto his lap. Shoto lets out a soft sigh against you as your legs slot around his hips and your hands slide to his shoulders, fisting in the fabric of his sweater. He’s not usually so forward, so pushy with what he does, and yet there’s not even the tiniest semblance of doubt in his actions as he settles his hands around your waist and holds you against him as his lips move a little more vigorously against yours. They tug a soft sound from you, something of a very low whine, and then immediately take advantage of your parted lips to deepen the kiss. His tongue tastes even more of cookies and cream as it slides to find yours and for a long moment you genuinely think you’re going to completely melt against him as every molecule in your body seems to liquidate and crumble as everything about him overwhelms your senses. 
A groan rumbles through the depths of Shoto’s chest when he seems to feel you totally submitting to him. His grip on you tightens, going from your waist to rub soft circles into your hips. And then his hands slide up your back, trailing first up and down your spine over your shirt and then sneaking under the hem to caress your skin beneath it. 
You shiver violently at the feeling, loving it, and press closer. Your hand slips up to hold Shoto’s jaw as you move your head a little and kiss him even harder. There's a burning sensation beginning to rise in you now, a deep longing that's pressing you closer and closer to him, making you want more and more. You don’t entirely understand it but you do recognise it to some degree; it’s the same feeling that you’d used to get months back, before you and Shoto became… well, you and Shoto. It’s the desperation that would burn in your stomach as you’d stared at him back then, the deep, all-consuming ache that came with knowing you couldn’t be his in the way you wanted to. Neither of you had spoken about it back then, neither of you had confessed . You didn’t know about his feelings, you didn’t really even understand your own. Which is why, when you think back to it, and try to recall that feeling, it comes with a great amount of pain. Pain and sadness and grief , even. 
None of that is present within you now, as you kiss him like your life depends on it. Only the longing and the desire, but nothing else. It’s overwhelming, to be honest, because it’s so pure. Pure and unadulterated and primal and so fucking suffocating. But it also feels good. Really good , in a way you haven’t truly ever felt before. 
It scares you a little. But… 
But it excites you even more. 
You think Shoto must feel it too because finally, he pulls away from you. And when he does, his eyes are wide and his lips are swollen and he almost looks a little dazed. You can’t help the smile that tugs at the corner of your own mouth at the sight of it, and your fingers slide up into his hair to twist between the strands affectionately. 
He mumbles your name, very softly. His hands continue to move up and down your back but it's more delicate now, less frenzied. You catch his eyes and then hold his gaze as you try to read him. And, surprisingly, you actually can. 
“I need you,” he whispers out and it’s so quiet you barely catch it. Just barely, but you do and it feels like your entire chest explodes with love and affection. Your fingers move gently through the soft strands of his hair, stroking it back, messing with it as you use your connection to him to ground yourself. And you take a long moment to stare deep into his grey and blue eyes and take in all that you find there; the love, the compassion, the excitement, the desire, the fear, the exhilaration, the nerves… all of it. 
“Are you sure?” you ask him eventually because you don’t really know what else to ask. And Shoto nods without a single millisecond of hesitation.
“I want you,” he mumbles and it’s so much more intentional . You almost squirm. 
“Okay.”
You shift a little in his lap, trying to reorganise yourself. But you’re distracted when Shoto leans in to begin pressing soft kisses down the column of your throat. 
Your brain seems to short-circuit for a second and it gives Shoto the perfect opportunity to collect you in his arms once again. He slips his hand from under your shirt to gently caress your jaw, turning your head to his liking so he can reach your skin properly. You let him with absolutely no resistance as your eyes flutter shut all over again and a long, contented sigh slips from between your lips. Shoto’s mouth on your neck is addicting in a way you’ve never thought you’d ever be addicted to something in your life. His lips are hot and the few tiny licks he gives, with just the very tip of his tongue tracing your skin - they burn . Like fucking fire. And it makes something well up inside you, a heat that makes your head spin and your blood pound in your ears, and everything about you just feels… oversaturated. 
You feel his lips curve upwards into a smile against your own skin. It has warmth flooding your cheeks, making your whole face feel flushed, especially when Shoto pulls back a little to stare up at you with half-lidded eyes. You can barely find it in yourself to meet his gaze as your fingers find purchase in his hair once again and you blink down at him dreamily.
“What do you want from me?” Shoto asks softly. You have to bite your lip for a second to suppress a deep sigh. 
“Just,” you mumble in reply, trying to stop your voice from shaking, “Just touch me.” 
“Touch you how?” 
“However you want,” you breathe out without even needing to really think about it. “Just… Shoto….”
You let your words die out when he goes back to kissing your skin. Only now his lips glide along your shoulder, before dipping down to your collarbone area. He hooks a finger into the collar of your shirt and tugs it down a little to get more access to the warmth of your skin. But, ultimately, it’s not enough, and before long - and perfectly in sync as if you’re reading each other’s minds - Shoto pulls away to give you room to haul your shirt upwards and over your head, ridding your body of it entirely. 
It’s not a big deal for Shoto to see you in your bra. You’ve known him long enough for him to have witnessed you in various swimsuits on a number of occasions, not to mention how he’s never been incredibly affected by nudity to begin with. You’re comfortable like this, completely. And he doesn’t gawk or stare at you as you ball the material of your shirt and throw it away from you over your shoulder. 
No, he just seems to appreciate . With adoring eyes and lips that are just the slightest bit upturned at the corners, he lets his gaze travel up and down your body. And then his hands find your back again, between your shoulder blades, and he pushes you into him, bringing you into the softest hug you’ve ever experienced. 
You stay like that for a moment, you and him. Just breathing softly, eyes closed and arms tangled around each other as you sit, content just to exist like this. You can feel Shoto’s heart beating from where your chest is pressed up against his, and it’s steady, unwavering, and perfectly calm despite the heat of the moment. It calms you somewhat in response and your muscles loosen slightly as you sink against him, burrowing into his presence as much as you possibly can. 
Shoto sighs against you, his body relaxing just as yours does. His head drops onto your shoulder, his forehead pressing into the warmth of your skin. You can feel his eyelashes fluttering, the tickle of them sending goosebumps rushing along your arms. And then you feel his lips, pressing warm, feather-like kisses into the dip of your shoulder joint. 
“Shoto,” you whisper to him then, and begin to shuffle, slowly detangling yourself from his grasp. “Shoto, c’mon…” 
He seems to understand as you struggle to your feet, following you as you rise to climb up onto your bed. You find your spot there first, back pressing into the cool sheets as Shoto crawls on the mattress beside you. And then you reach for him, already missing the contact of him, your hands search desperately to feel him once again. He doesn’t deny you for too long; just long enough to grab at the back of his sweater and tug it over his head to reveal the slightly crumpled white school shirt beneath it. 
Your fingers delve deep into his hair the moment he leans back over you, and pull his face down to yours. You kiss him again before he’s really even settled, his body still shifting before his hips find their spot between your bent legs and his torso ends up flat to your own once again. His kisses are still soft but they feel so much hotter now, with his body right atop yours and his warmth so, so close. 
You whimper a little against his lips when one of his hands begins to creep downwards, heading from your neck to your shoulder and to your chest. His long fingers are cool when they envelop your breast for the first time and it makes you shiver and squirm as tingles dance along your spine. Even through the fabric of your bra, his touch is so intimate . He barely does anything but feel you gently, cupping your breast in his hand and massaging at the flesh just enough to make you whine. But it’s overwhelming nonetheless and your fingers dig even tighter into his soft hair as you kiss him even harder, already beginning to slip under as the pleasure within you rises. 
“My love,” Shoto whispers against your lips and you can feel him smiling through the words. “You’re addicting.” 
“Fuck,” you breathe out softly as your hand slides down the back of his neck. Your fingers find the collar of his shirt and then slip beneath it, fingertips ghosting along the strong lines of his shoulder blades and back. “Shoto…” 
He kisses you again, and his hands leave your body, going to the buttons of his shirt. You help him as best as you can with your eyes squeezed shut, fingers fumbling as you try to get the piece of fabric off as quickly as possible. Shoto hums at your eagerness, his smile remaining the whole time, and when he pulls back just enough to discard the thing, you see the sparkle in his eyes. 
He’s very comfortable , you realise, with the slightest twinge of surprise, as you watch the way he throws his shirt across the room before ducking back down to pepper your collarbone area with kisses once again. Even as your head falls back and your chin tilts upwards as the feeling of his mouth on your skin makes your toes curl, your mind is spinning. He’s more comfortable than you ever would have expected. For him especially,  considering not only is he just as inexperienced as you are, but he’s definitely not the most sexual being in any aspect of his life. You don’t even think you’ve ever had a full conversation surrounding any topics even remotely PG13 with him in the entire time you’ve known him. 
He’s good though, you can’t help but think as his hands sneak to your chest again, this time slipping his fingers beneath the cup of your bra to touch your skin properly. Your back arches upward at the feeling, sensual and languid as your grip on his shoulders tightens again. He’s very good.  
“Shoto,” you mumble again as your fingernails dance across the skin of his back. Instinctively, your thighs tighten a little around his hips. “Take it off.” 
He doesn’t acknowledge you verbally beyond a low grunt into the crook of your neck. But you feel it in his touch; the eagerness he responds with as his hand all but raced from your chest to your back. He fumbles for a second, fingers twisting at the strap of your bra a little awkwardly as he learns the mechanism. You’re about to help him out when you feel the thing snap open, the band around your ribcage becoming immediately looser. Then all that’s left is to shrug the straps down your arms and chuck the fabric away, leaving you totally bare-chested and exposed underneath Shoto. 
You half expect him to gawk at you. Or comment. Or just react in any way, considering the fact that he is a young man with a pair of boobs less than a ruler's length from him. You can remember some of the horror stories you’ve heard from your friends regarding some of their experiences and you’ve braced yourself for however, Shoto decides to react to seeing you this way for the first time. 
What you’re not ready for is for him to do nothing but dive right back into what he was doing before. He barely spares your chest a second look before he lowers himself again to mouth along your neck. His own bare chest presses right into your own now, as one of his hands slips between the pair of you to cup the outer curve of one of your breasts, barely touching it with just the light rubs of his thumb against the warmth of your skin. 
You almost say something about it - you’re not exactly sure what you plan to say but the words are there - however, your voice completely dies in your throat when Shoto decides to nip just a little at the skin of your shoulder. It sends a sudden ripple of shivers down your back and you have to bite down hard on your own bottom lip to prevent yourself from moaning outright. Shoto lets out a breathy snort against you and pulls his head back a little to give you a long look from beneath drooping eyelashes. 
“You like that?” 
You blink up at him and bite the inside of your cheek, feeling the heat flood to your cheeks. You nod anyway though, pushing back your skittishness for the sake of encouraging him to do it again. Shoto’s smile grows. 
“Noted.” 
And then he’s ducking down again, but lower this time. You suck in a sharp inhale between your teeth when the warmth of his breath first hits the bare skin of your boob. And then you let out a whine in earnest when his lips meet it, kissing the warm skin and flesh in a touch so light it’s barely there. 
Shoto smiles against you at your reaction, his eyes darting upward to take in your expression as his mouth continues to caress your skin. One of his hands slides down your body, from your shoulder to your waist to hold you in place with a firm grip against your skin. The other starts to journey around to your back before you grab at his wrist and interlock your fingers with his. He responds immediately, his grip on you tightening, and then the back of your hand is being pressed into the mattress next to your head, as his thumb rubs comforting patterns down the skin there. 
You feel his tongue poke out, tracing the curve of the flesh of your breast. And then he nips again, very very gently, sending spikes of heat bursting through your body and down towards your lower abdomen. 
Your free hand slides up along the back of his neck, and then back down to trace the contours of his back. He’s so warm, the skin of his left side especially, and you can’t help but pull him even closer, trying to have his body cover more of yours as his weight presses you further down into the mattress. Shoto lets out a low hum against you at the feeling, and then he pulls back. Sits up, his arms sliding around your back to pull you along with him. You follow along blindly, pushing yourself into a sitting position before letting Shoto drag you forward to straddle his lap once again. 
For a moment you stare down at him. In the dim light of the room, his blue and grey eyes are glinting. His hair is messy and his cheeks are a little flushed, and you honestly don’t think you’ve ever been more attracted to him in your entire life. Your hands slide up on their own accord, cradling his face, tracing his features. Your thumb rubs along his bottom lip. And then you smile, and he smiles right back at you; a cheeky, warm, lopsided grin that has one dimple appear on his right cheek. 
“Hi,” you whisper down to him, unable to hold back the giddiness that rushes through your chest when he chuckles lightly in return. His arms have circled around your back by now, pressing warm into your bare skin and you bask in the feeling, realising suddenly how happy you are to just be here, like this, with him. 
“I love you,” you mumble out to him, your voice a little muffled when he leans in. His nose brushes up against yours and for a moment the pair of you hover like that, lips just inches apart as your hearts pound against each other. Then Shoto takes a deep breath, his grip tightening on you just a little. 
“I love you,” he breathes back on you in return, his eyelashes flickering so close they brush over your cheeks. “Stay with me.” 
You kiss him in answer and he still tastes like cookies and cream. It draws you in completely, suffocates you, and suddenly you’re both moving again, much faster, much more hurried. Shoto’s hand goes to your hips and then he’s adjusting your position on top of him, moving your body very precisely. You almost want to ask what he’s doing but then you feel something pressing right up against you, against the fabric of your panties, and you realise immediately. A hot sigh escapes you,  a sigh that morphs itself into a very thinly veiled moan, and your eyelids flutter. 
Your hand slips down then, between your body and Shoto's, trailing along his exposed skin and then right to the buckle of his belt. It lingers there for a moment as you find yourself searching for Shoto's gaze, your free hand going to the side of his face. His eyes meet you're, one blue and one grey, and both hazy with too many emotions to count. Your lips brush against his as you whisper, "Let me touch you?" 
You feel the flutter of his sharp breath against your skin and then he's nodding, his hold on your body tightening just a little. You're still staring into his eyes, looking deep, searching for whatever you might find. And the amount of trust you find reflected back at you, it floods your chest with warmth. Love and trust are the two things that have been notoriously difficult for Shoto to entirely understand throughout most of his life, and yet they're the two things he's provided you with unconditionally. And you can't express in words just how much that means to you. 
Your fingers ghost over him, fluttering first up over the clothed bulge that's now straining at his pants. Your fingers shake just a little as the nerves get to you, so much so that you barely touch him at all. And yet the small pressure that you do provide is enough to have Shoto groaning, his eyes sliding shut as his lips part in a huffed exhale. 
You bite your lip, spurred on, and move your hand so you can tackle the buckle of his belt. You fumble with it for a  moment, the way your heart is pounding in your chest making your entire body jittery. But then Shoto slips a hand down to help you, his forehead falling onto your shoulder as he does so, and the pair of you are able to get the thing undone properly. You waste no time with popping the button of his trousers then, and soon they’re laying open too, exposing the dark blue briefs he’s wearing beneath. 
For a moment you hesitate, your heart in your throat. You’ve never done this before, never even attempted it - the two romantic partners you’d had before Shoto had both been at an age when sex wasn’t even a viable idea for you, and since you and Shoto, despite being you and Shoto , weren’t really together, it hasn’t really come up in the past. At least, not like now. 
You’re almost inclined to think that Shoto doesn’t want it, since he’d never expressed any kind of sexual attraction to you, or anyone else, throughout the entire time you’ve known him. At least, not to your knowledge. This thought makes you falter just for a moment, suddenly unsure as your hand hovers over him, and you wonder suddenly - despite everything that has already been said - if you’re taking things too far. 
Shoto seems to realise your dilemma. And he completely dismisses it with one small move, by taking your hand gently in his own and then pressing it down, to where his cock is still swelling in his briefs. The both of you suck in sharp breaths at the feeling, yours in surprise and his in bliss, and then your body relaxes, tipping forward slightly until your head falls into the crook of his neck. 
“Shoto,” you mumble against him, your heart racing. “Shoto, you’re-” 
You feel his hand on your back, rubbing up and down gently. “Shhh,” he whispers back to you as his other hand guides yours, helping you palm him over his clothes. “Here… it's okay.” 
You follow his movements, allowing for him to show you what to do at first. You’re a little flustered, both embarrassed because you’d frozen up, and curious at being encouraged to touch something you’d never had the chance to before. 
Your hand maps him, guided by his own until he eventually pulls it away and lets you touch him alone. He’s so warm, and hard enough that you can make out the shape of him through his briefs. And then, as you add a little more pressure, he lets out a soft groan. 
Your eyes jump to his face immediately, at first worried. But then you see it; the pleasure on his face, the way his cheeks are a little flushed and his lips are slightly parted.
Without thinking, you lean in to kiss him again, hard. Your tongue slips against his, as your heart races and he pushes back against you. You feel his hand against the back of your head, pulling you in. And you start to feel a little braver, turning your hand so you can rub against his crotch with more purpose. Shoto all but chokes against you.
“Does that…?” you whisper out, pulling back a little so you can gauge his reaction properly. “Does that feel… good?” 
Shoto exhales, a little shakily, and then looks up to meet your eyes. Slowly, almost nervously, he nods. 
“Keep going.” 
So you do. Growing in confidence with each second that passes, you start to rub him properly, trailing your fingers up and down his clothed cock, mapping its full length and shape until you feel like you might understand it. Your eyes dart up again then, wide and curious, and you catch Shoto’s gaze. The corner of his mouth twitches upwards. 
“You can touch it… properly,” he tells you, like he’s read your mind. “I want you to.” 
You can’t ignore the way your stomach jumps, full of butterflies. Then you nod at him and slide your way off his lap, allowing him to hook his fingers into the waistband of his briefs and begin to tug them, and his trousers, down his legs. 
He lies back once they’re gone, completely naked in your presence for the very first time, and you're… breathless. You can't stop staring at him, at all of him. The way his soft, floppy hair falls back from his face against the pillow, the way his skin glows golden in the flickering glow of your fairy lights. His eyes; ocean blue and stormy grey blink up at you, filled with warmth and care. His torso, lined with layers of muscle; not buff or built, but lithe, lean, like a figure skater. His chest rises and falls softly, the dips and curves of his abdominal muscles slipping between light and shadow. For a moment, you actually want to lick him, but then your eyes catch his once again and you lean up, towards his head. 
Your lips brush over his, feather-light and only for a moment. And then you move, pressing soft kisses along his cheeks and then up to his forehead. His eyes close when you reach his scar, a sigh slipping from him as you trace the burn mark with your lips as you’ve done so many times before. 
And then you slip down, down to his chin, to his jaw. You take a moment to nip along his neck, tasting his skin but careful not to leave any marks. And then you move to his pronounced collarbones where you can suck properly, and leave purple lovebites along his skin. He groans at the feeling, his hands sliding up your own body, up your back, to hold the back of your head. And then he pulls you back up to kiss you properly, his lips so soft and sweet against yours. 
“Touch me,” he breathes against your mouth, his eyelids fluttering. “Please.” 
So you do. You slide your hand down, to where his cock is standing tall, no longer restrained by the tight material of his briefs. And you begin the process of feeling him out again, with nothing to restrict you this time. 
As soon as you touch him, Shoto hisses. His eyes squeeze shut as you let your hand wrap around him, before sliding up towards the tip, and then you both let out soft sighs. It’s a new sensation for both of you; his cock feels unfamiliar in your hand, the skin is so soft and there’s a weight to it that you’re not used to. For him, it almost seems overwhelming, his head tilted back and his eyes tight shut. You watch the way his lips part as you run your thumb across the tip, your own lip caught between your teeth. He just looks so pretty like this; really, he always looks pretty but there’s something special now. Something. Maybe it's the flush in his cheeks or the way his breath isn't quite even. Or the way he responds to each touch from you. But it has you shifting, your eyes widening slightly as you feel something tug in the base of your gut. Involuntarily, your legs squeeze together, and a spike of heat flashes up your abdomen. Your lips part in a muffled whine. 
“Shoto…”
“More,” he mumbles to you then, eyes opening to give you a half-lidded look. “Please. More.” 
And so you give more. You speed up your pace, you find a proper rhythm, and stroke him. You make an effort to watch his reactions closely, repeating something when he seems to like it. And eventually, you have him moaning, whining under you. 
“Ho-ly shit,” Shoto chokes out, raising an arm to hide his face in his elbow. His hip buck involuntarily. “ Fuck-!”  
And then suddenly his hand snaps downwards, locking around your wrist to hastily pull your hand back. “Shit, shit, shit ,” he mumbles, eyes now wide as he pushes himself up to look at you. 
You look back, worried. “What’s wrong?” 
“I -” Shoto shakes his head. Then he flashes you a small smile. “Nothing’s wrong, I just almost…”
Your eyes widen a little. “Oh.”
“Yeah,” he mumbles. His smile grows and then he reaches forward to run his fingers along the side of your face. “You’re… really good at that.” 
Warmth sparks in your chest and floods to your cheeks. You glance down and then back up, shuffling forward a little. “I am?” 
Shoto leans in. ”Yeah,” he breathes to you, pulling you closer. Your lips brush his as you break into a small smile, allowing for him to guide you up onto his lap once again. You kiss him properly, hands sliding up to tangle in his hair. His go to your hips, his grip loose until you make the voluntary effort to roll yourself against him. Then his fingers tighten, digging into you as he whines against your mouth. 
You do it again, smiling more so to yourself than anything else when his breath hitches in his throat. And you want to continue, until he stops you, pulling away from your lips to stare up at you with hazy eyes. 
“Wait,” he tells you softly. “I want … Can I touch you?” 
You suck in a short breath when you realise what he means, your hands tightening in his hair on instinct. And then, a little shakily, you nod. 
“Okay.” 
“You sure?” Shoto mumbles, seeming to sense your nerves. “It's okay if you don’t want to.”
But you shake your head, gnawing on your lip a little before flashing him a soft smile. “No, I want to,” you mumble, your nose bumping up against his. “Please, touch me.” 
For emphasis, you grab his hand, like he’d done for you, and guide it. Down your front, to where your skirt is still fastened around your waist. For a moment, he hesitates. And so you take the lead and shift, tugging the zipper down so you can rid yourself of the green fabric. 
Shoto sucks in a small breath at the sight of your panties beneath; they’re nothing special, just black, with little pieces of lace detailing. They’re not even the nicest ones you own and yet, as he looks down at you, you feel so warm. So loved. When he reaches a finger out, to trace across the tiny bow on the front, a shiver passes up your body. And then you reach for him, take his hand once again, and guide it down between your legs, to where your need for him is burning .
You feel more than hear the way Shoto gasps when his fingers first brush over the space between your legs. You’re sure your panties are soaking when by now, with how turned on you were from seeing him almost reach his climax. And when he presses a little harder, up into the warmth of you, you feel it too; the way the fabric is completely soaked through. 
“You…” Shoto mumbles out, his eyes still fixed on where he’s stroking back and forth over the fabric. “You’re so…” 
You bite your lip and pull him a little closer, arms sliding around his neck. “Yeah,” you mumble out in reply, letting your head rest against his shoulder. “Keep going.” 
He does, fingers exploring your folds over your soaked panties, feeling up every inch of you like you’d done with him. And then, with a glance to your face to make sure you’re okay, he pulls them to the side to touch you properly. 
Your body tenses a little when you feel him there for the first time, his fingers so cold against the flaming heat of your pussy. But then, as he swipes his fingers up and down your slit, collecting your slick, you grow accustomed and roll your hips into the feeling. Your breath catches in your throat when his knuckle rubs up against your clit, and then Shoto pauses to observe you, just like you had done with him. The corner of his mouth quirks, and he does it again, rubs every so softly against you. You let out a sharp whine as pleasure shoots through your gut, and Shoto’s grin grows. 
“You like that?” he whispers to you, peering up at you through his eyelashes. And you can only manage a nod in return as he does it a third time, letting his finger linger now, and you all but melt into his chest. 
Something glints deep within his eyes and when he looks at you again, his gaze is filled with a determination you don’t quite recognise. He leans in, his lips ghosting along your neck. “Noted,” he mumbles softly, pausing for just a moment. And then you have to stifle a full moan as he draws a circle right over your clit and sends shocks of pleasure crackling up your spine like bolts of electricity. 
You barely need to tell him what to do. Shoto’s always been unusually observant and he gets the hang of how to pleasure you so quickly it’s almost scary. His focus remains on your clit, his thumb positioned over it and drawing constant tight circles against you. But his other fingers explore too, dipping down to swipe up more of your arousal, exploring your slit and your heat, slipping inside once or twice. The whole time, you’re whimpering and whining, shaking in his arms as he figures out how to make you feel good. And then you feel it; the tug, the build, the rise towards your climax. 
“Sho -” you choke out, hands sliding up into his hair to get his attention. “Sho, I’m close.” 
“You want me to stop?” he breathes back to you, pausing only for a second. And immediately, you shake your head because god , you’ve never felt this good before. Not ever. 
The small smirk returns to Shoto’s face and he leans in to press a kiss to your shoulder.
“Then let go for me, okay?” he mumbles into your skin, lips tickling you as he speaks. “It’s okay.”
You whine as his pace speeds up again, his thumb in particular sends waves and waves of bliss through your core. You're practically dripping now, it would almost be embarrassing if Shoto didn’t seem to be spurred on by the feeling. And then suddenly something tugs in your gut, pulling taut, and your whole body goes rigid with the realisation that he’s actually about to make you cum. 
“Shoto,” you breathe out, grabbing onto him tighter as you search for something to ground yourself. “Shoto, fuck !” 
He kisses your shoulder again, and then your neck, trailing his lips across your skin. “You can do it,” he whispers to you, so soft and so gentle that you’re sure something in your chest melts. “Just let go, my love.” 
And then you do, your orgasm rippling through you as the tightness in your abdomen snaps and you slump against Shoto, your entire body tingling. 
He doesn’t let go of you, not for the whole time, even as your limbs tremble and your hands tug at his hair and you suck in heavy, choked breaths from where your head is buried in his shoulder. His fingers slow to a snail's pace, just milking you enough to draw the pleasure out while his other hand runs up and down your back, soothing you. And when you do eventually pull back, finally recovering, he sends you the softest, most breathtaking smile you think you’ve ever seen. 
“You’re amazing,” he tells you in a whisper when you lean your forehead against his. “So amazing.” 
You kiss him in answer because you haven’t quite got the words to reply properly. 
There’s a pause then, a long moment of silence as the both of you seem to get your bearings again. And then, as your senses return to you, you realise you can still feel him, achingly hard and solid beneath you. And you realise the need is still there within you, deep down and not entirely satiated despite just having had the best orgasm of your life. 
“Shoto,” you whisper to him, your voice shaky and weak. “Shoto, I…”
“We can stop,” he tells you softly, raising a hand to cup the sides of your face. “If you want to, we can stop.” 
You shake your head immediately, already shifting yourself on his lap. “No,” you mumble out, “no, I want… I wanna keep going…. if - if that’s what you…?” 
“I want that too,” Shoto tells you immediately, his gaze so warm and loving. “I want that. Can… can I roll you over?” 
As you nod in agreement, he winds an arm around your waist. And then he flips the both of you over onto the mattress, so now you’re beneath him, staring up at him, getting to see the way the fairy lights flicker off his messy hair and the side of his face. 
For a moment, you pause, reach up just to stare up at him with a look of absolute adoration clouding your features. He is gorgeous , you can’t help but think again. So, so gorgeous. 
But then you feel him as he shifts, settling himself between your bent legs. You feel his cock, still hard, rubbing up against you, and you moan because you want him. You want him more than you think you’ve ever wanted anything in your whole life. 
Your hand slips down, practically ripping your ruined panties from your body and then, finally, you’re both completely bare and pressed up against each other, for the very first time in either of your lives. 
“Shoto,” you whisper, blinking up at him. And then he’s leaning down, his nose bumping yours before your lips find his. His kiss is soft, sweet, innocent, and you can’t help but be taken back in that moment, to the first time you’d kissed him, over a year ago on his birthday, when the pair of you had ended up alone together out of pure coincidence. You’d been crying then, because you’d know about the rules, about your parents' ultimatum and their threat to pull you from UA if you tried anything. You’d felt guilty about wanting him back then like you were doing something bad. 
You don’t feel any guilt now, as he pulls away from you to stare down at you with a gaze filled with love and wonder. You don’t feel any guilt, just love. For him. 
“Please,” you whisper up to him. “Shoto, I need you.” 
“I need you too,” he breathes down to you. His head dips and he begins to kiss along your neck. At the same time, you can feel him taking himself in hand, positioning his hips, readying himself to slide into you. 
When he finally does, it feels… weird. There’s a pressure that you don’t recognise, and don’t quite like. It makes you tense up as he pushes forward, your thighs clamping around his hips as your hands dig into his shoulders. Shoto pauses when he feels your body go rigid, looking down at you with worry in his expression. Then he leans down to press his lips to your forehead, pausing for one long moment to let you situate yourself. 
You take a few seconds, suck in a long slow breath, and then send him a nod to tell him to continue. He does and it’s almost bearable - the stretch and the pressure, it almost is. Until it’s not and your eyes begin to burn with unshed tears. Shoto stops again. 
“Shhh,” he whispers to you, his hands on either side of your face. “It’s okay. Do you want me to stop?”
“N-no,” you mumble out, your eyes squeezed shut as you try to breathe through the burn. “No, don’t stop. Just… give me some time.” 
“Okay,” Shoto tells you, nothing but calm. “Okay.” 
You nod in thanks and turn your head to press your temple against his. He’s so warm and he smells like him , like he always has. He’s so familiar despite the unknown you’re facing right now, and it slows your heart rate a little. When shoto’s thumbs brush up against the sides of your face, you almost smile. 
“Does it hurt?” he whispers down to you. “Are you in pain?” 
You bite the inside of your cheek. “It…” you mumble eventually, not wanting to lie but also not wanting to worry him. “It… does hurt. But it’s fading. I can deal with it.” 
“As long as you’re sure,” he tells you and presses a kiss to your forehead. 
You take a few more seconds, breathing as calmly as you can. And then you tell him to continue. And this time, you don’t ask him to stop, not until he’s filled you completely as you’re clinging to him, eyes wide and heart racing as you experience a completely new feeling, one you’d never even imagined before. 
You feel so close to him, to Shoto. You can feel him, so much of him. You can feel his heartbeat, pounding in his chest which is pressed right up against your own. His head drops into the crook of your neck and then you can feel his breath, warm along your skin. His hands on you are gentle, warm, and for a moment you almost think you’re going to cry. It’s overwhelming, to say the least but it’s also… good. Really good. 
“Can I…” Shoto starts out, raising his head to look at you again. “Can I move?” 
You swallow, staring up at him with hazy eyes. And then, slowly, you nod. 
His first thrust is completely overwhelming, for both of you. The feeling of him moving inside you, the slide of him against your inner walls, it’s so much. You can feel so much. And Shoto too, seems to feel it, as his face contorts and he lets out a choked groan. 
“Oh my…” 
“Sho,” you mumble out as your eyes flutter. “Sho, more.” 
His hips pull back again and then slip forward. And then again, and again, until he’s found his rhythm. It’s unpracticed, a little sloppy, but you can feel everything. So much it has you choking on your own moans as your hands scrabble for purchase in his head and his head drops to press against your collarbone. 
“B-baby,” he mumbles out, his lips brushing up against your skin as he presses into you over and over again. “Baby you feel so…”
“Sh-Shoto,” you whine to him as finally, it starts to build. The warmth in your gut, the pleasure, it starts to expand, tightening up your throat and making your legs shake. One of Shoto's hands slides down, down your body and to your thigh, and without missing a beat he hooks it around, over his body. This changes the angle a little, the angle at which he’s sliding into you, and suddenly you feel like you’re seeing stars. He’s hitting a spot inside you now, a stop that’s so deep, and yet, it makes your entire body tremble. Especially when his hand moves from your thigh to between your bodies, to play idly with your clit. You actually jump then, tears flooding your eyes as you pull him even closer and bury your moans in the muscle of his shoulder. 
Shoto reciprocates your grip, his arm sliding around your back so he can pull you in. And he keeps going, rolling his hips steadily as the both of you begin to rise, riding the wave of your building orgasms. 
“Fuck,” Shoto chokes, moaning your name against you. And you whine back s your hands scratch down his back and then up into his hair. 
“Shot,” you squeak, your legs squeezing around his hips. “Shoto, oh my god I'm gonna-!” 
“Yeah,” he hisses back. “M-me too. C-can I stay-?”
“Inside,” you choke back. “Please.”
Shoto nods. And then he presses forward again, nose to your shoulder and holding you as close as is physically possible. You moan a few more times, your hips rolling in time with his. And then your body seizes up as finally, you get there, reaching the peak and then crashing down as a thick wave of pleasure all but wipes out every sense you have. 
Vaguely you register Shoto grunting out your name before he too reaches his climax. And then he collapses on top of you, pressing you down into the mattress as the both of you tremble and whine and experience the euphoria together. 
It takes you a while to come back from it. A good few minutes of holding onto Shoto like your life depends on it, your muscles shaky and weak and your entire body buzzing. Shoto doesn’t move from on top of you either, his head remaining where it is buried in your neck. You can feel his hand on your back, rubbing slow circles into your skin. And then, suddenly, he rolls, pulling the both of you over so you’re resting on top of him once again. 
You look down at him with heavy eyes, your lips parted just slightly and your chest still heaving. Without a word, Shoto pulls you down into a long kiss. 
You only pull away when you're breathing is evened out. And then you’re able to look at Shoto a little clearer, with eyes less clouded. He sends you a small smile. 
“That was good.” 
You can’t help the snort you let out, which devolves into a breathy laugh as you flop forward and let your forehead rest against his chest. 
“Yeah,” you agree eventually, still smiling. “Yeah. Really good.” 
“I love you.” 
“I love you too,” you tell him. Your eyes meet when you raise your head again, and the pair of you share a long, warm look. 
Eventually, you roll off him. Pull yourself away, allow him to slide out of you, and settle down beside him on the bed. You’re warm, very warm, but you still reach for your blankets. Pull them up and over the both of you as you stare up around your bedroom, allowing your heart rate to stabilise. 
Shoto reaches for you, hand going to the side of your head so he can press a long kiss to your temple. When he pulls back, he smiles. 
“So… can I call myself your boyfriend now?” 
You shift yourself, rolling onto your side to face him. And you give him a cheeky smile back.
“Still gotta wait until tomorrow.”
One of Shoto’s eyebrows quirks. Then he turns himself around, and pulls away from you for a moment to reach for something on the floor beside your bed. When he comes back, you realise he’s got his phone in his hand. The screen glows, brighter than anything else in the room, and you catch a flash of the time. 
01:16 am
“Technically,” Shoto mumbles, rolling back over to look at you. The corner of his mouth twitches upwards. “Technically, it is tomorrow.’ 
Your own grin grows and then you lean towards him, hand going to the back of his head so you can pull him towards you to kiss him. 
“Then I guess you are my boyfriend,” you mumble out when you pull away, smiling uncontrollably. Shoto smiles back and nuzzles into you. 
“Guess I am.” You feel him let out a long sigh. “It feels good.” 
“It feels good to be your girlfriend,” you tell him in a low voice, before pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder. “Real good.” 
The pair of you stay like that for a moment, basking in each other. Then something catches your eyes over Shoto’s shoulder and you pull away from him. “Shit.” 
“What?” Shoto follows you as you sit up and begin to shuffle off the bed, his eyebrows furrowing in concern. “What’s wrong?” 
“I -” you shake your head as you reach the end of the bed and peer over it, towards the tub that’s still sitting on the bedside table. Your face crumples and your voice comes out in a disappointed, childish whine. 
“My ice cream is all melted!” 
Shoto doesn’t stop laughing for almost five minutes. 
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cupcakestreets · 7 months
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Mindless Self-Indulgence
I wrote a ClottedCacao fic. It is rated E for Explicit. I have not written a smut fic in a while, nor do I really see myself as a writer or anything I just am following the title myself as it is also mindless self indulgence for me as well.
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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year
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𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒚 𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒃𝒐𝒚
🍓the strawberry shack masterlist🍓
summary - this is nathan's first time going to the strawberry shack, and what a time he had.
warning - smut, oral sex, gloryhole, swearing.
18+ only please, the gif and headers I use aren't mine.
Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.
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Nathan smirked as he neared the building, knowing that he had found the right place when he read the sign, chuckling to himself at the name before entering and giving the woman at the front desk a smirk. He sticks his hand into his pocket and pulls out a wad of cash, slamming it down before giving the woman a nod as he enters the room. He whistles as he checks out all of the available holes awaiting him. “Well, damn! There’s some nice snatches here!” He nods to himself, walking further into the room until he finds the section he’s looking for. “Hiya, ladies! Who’s ready to suck on my Irish cock?!” He walks over to a hole in the wall that contains you, palming his cock before he begins to unzip his pants. 
“Get ready, sweetcheeks. You're about to meet the python!” He takes his hardened member out, spitting on and stroking it, grunting as he feels his base throb against his hand. He stands closer, slowly poking his cock through the hole, a moan falling from his lips as your lips wrap around his tip, slowly swirling your tongue around his leaking slit. Nathan flattens his hands on the wall, grunting, his head falling forehead, and his curls covering his face. “My god, love! Your mouth is like heaven!” He whines, thrusting his hips slowly as you suck his cock deeper into your mouth. Your tongue flicks the underside of his tip, softly moaning as he jerks forward, causing you to gag slightly. 
You moan around his cock, sucking harder and faster. Your head bops up and down before only his tip rests in your warm mouth, sucking hard on it, enjoying his whimpers. Your hand wraps around his thick base, slowly stroking it as you pay attention to his red mushroom tip. “Oh!” Nathan’s head falls back, “Best fuckin’ blowjob I’ve ever had! Swear ta god!” He grunts and his hips jerk as his orgasm approaches quickly. “F–fuck! Get ready, sweetheart! Bout ta cum! Better swallow it all!” His eyes roll to the back of his head, feeling his soul get sucked out through his cock. His balls begin to tighten, cock twitching wildly before thick spurts of hot cum shoot out of him and deep into your mouth, and pained grunts escape him as you lick him clean.
Nathan slowly pulls out of the hole and tucks his softening cock into his pants. “Thanks, love. I’ll be back for your lovely mouth!” And with those words, he leaves with a skip in his step. 
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thank you for reading!
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ryctone · 6 months
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Quick poll involving my Clotted Cream fanon:
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quibbs126 · 10 months
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Random thing I learned today: Whipped Cream doesn’t like the sea
I’m not sure how common knowledge this is, but I just thought it was interesting
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khanify · 2 years
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𖦹 Drinking, implied alcoholism & implied intercourse, 0.5k albedo x reader.
Albedo was never one for drinking, not that he harboured any particular resentment to the activity, in fact he fully understands why some-one would drink. Scientific research and every day observations— drunkards crying about some lost lover and friend groups celebrating an achievement. Every person who walks through the door has different reasons for there stay.
His reason you may ask? It's rather simple he just came to support the knights. There had been a mission that's been uncompleted for ages and now that it's over with kaeya thought it's would be a great idea to bring some friends with him, he supposes the achievement had let acting grand master let "lose" as lose as standing in a corner with peach juice can get.
"Why come to a winery if not to drink, albedo?" You ask out of the blue, you guess he was a bit lost in thought. Waiting for answer as you swirl the alcoholic drink in a glass carved cup— ironically it reminds you of the church windows, Barbara wouldn't take kind to the reference bu–
"Emotional support." He answer, you wonder why your both conversing with looking at each other.
You take another sip of the beverage, "wow, well aren't you prince charming?" You say sarcastically, but there's a hint of truth under that statement. There's no doubt that he has the face of royalty,blonde locks and sparkles in his that are bright enough to blind, he speaks so highly you could have been fouled. That is if you weren't an avid patron, it's a miracle how he doesn't age, how his chest lacks warmth when you pass out on it from time to time, and those eyes that blind so many that they forget.
He lightly chuckles at statement understanding your not so hidden meaning. You still don't look at each other, well you assume he's not looking at you. who knows princes have eyes all around.
Ah– he is looking at and probably and has been for this whole time, what a creep. "So is this how you get all your girls?"
"All my girls? (Name) maybe you've had to much to drink."
"Then drink for me." You push the half full glass into his face because of your messy movements you spill a bit on this shirt, yet he seems unbothered , all these years and you've never seen him take a sip of alcohol.
He takes the glass from your hand and finishes the drink rather quickly as you wait for his response. "It's bitter, and stings a bit on the throat."
You say nothing as there is nothing to add to his statement, you both stay in empty silence.
"Could… could I possibly take you home?" He inquires, still holding them empty glass of liquor as he admires the slight orange tint on your lips.
"Depends what "taking me" means to you." 
"Whatever you want it to mean."
Ah, so that's what alcohol does to him. He's quite lightweight, though you should've known chalk doesn't hold liquor that well.
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cakezzz · 1 year
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here are all the visuals made for the “Crispmas Carol” story I wrote for Wattpad! I made a good amount and kept adding to the pile as I went HKFHDK 
anyways here's all the visuals in order of events!
i made this story after it came to me at 2am a month ago and I'm really glad I actually went though with it instead of letting it rot in the back of my mind, since it was a short term project i didnt mind working on it fhjdkfhd
the story is a Christmas Carol adaptation but with a cookie run twist and I'm pretty proud of it!
link to the story if you're interested: https://t.co/S0ED2mZv8m
SIDE NOTE: i came up with the story before Sherbert cookie was announced but i went with it fdgfd
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norigohan · 1 year
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out the ordinary: gifts of winter
Category: Gen Fandom: Cookie Run (Video Game) Relationship: Clotted Cream Cookie/Crunchy Chip Cookie (Cookie Run) [not focused] Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Farm/Ranch, Platonic Relationships Chapters: 4/?  [episodic, though more are being added]
Summary: odyssey quartet lives in a farm but i don't really write about it - subtle xmas episode despite me not celebrating it  
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snowleopardcrk · 4 months
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For the Creme Kingdom AU, I’ve been thinking about something. I think it’d to be fun to experiment with a unique dynamic that I haven’t really done anything for: a one sided crush.
Basically, it’s actually Clotted Cream Cookie who has a small crush on Queen Moonflower while Moonflower Cookie does not. Clotted Cream is aware of this, but a man can dream. Moonflower is not aware of his feelings.
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Clotted Cream Cookie let out an amused chuckle as Queen Moonflower gently pushed on his chest with the book in her hand.
“Don’t do that again.” Queen Moonflower Cookie playfully warned, Clotted Cream Cookie smiled softly at the Queen.
“I don’t do it in official settings, but I won’t promise in less official settings.” He replied with both hands behind his back, Queen Moonflower Cookie rolled her eyes slightly at him and backed off.
“You’ll do it again, I know it.” Queen Moonflower Cookie mentioned, Clotted Cream paused for a moment in thought and beamed a soft smile at her. She stared at him for a moment with an almost righteous smirk at him. He narrowed his eyes slightly as he stared back at her. Moonflower Cookie glanced at the grandfather clock slightly behind Clotted Cream Cookie.
“I do have a meeting to attend in 20 minutes, so it’s time I begin heading off.” Moonflower Cookie interrupted the silence between the two, Clotted Cream fell silent for a moment before nodding.
“Of course, I won’t distract you any longer.” He replied, Moonflower Cookie nodded at him before walking off. Clotted Cream a cookie watched her leave in silence and the moment the door shut behind her, his smile dropped slightly. Now left to his own devices he could not help but almost slip into wishful thinking, his duties were done for the day and he had nothing else to work on.
A hand tapped his shoulder, he perked up slightly and peered over his shoulder to see who it was. Financier Cookie stood there with a raised eyebrow.
“It is unlike you to drifting off to this extent.” She mentioned and stationed herself next to him. He smiled awkwardly at her.
“I sometimes daydream when I have no more paperwork or assignments to work on. It’s a rare luxury.” He brought up, she continued looking at him and nodded.
“Of course.” She replied, he stared at her in silence expectantly waiting for her to say something more. She stayed silent in return for a minute.
“If you wish to know about any personal insights, I believe it might not be appropriate to disclose them.” She replied firmly, Clotted Cream Cookie looked at the tiled flooring.
“I understand. I hope to move on soon, but I find it to almost be hopeless.” He softly lamented to Financier Cookie who almost rolled her eyes but resisted the temptation.
“You are quite the lovebird.” She mentioned, Clotted Cream Cookies gaze darted back to the floor his cheeks almost burning from being flustered. Financier Cookie was almost a taken it back by his reaction, a sense of regret silently washed over her. Perhaps not speaking up about such things would spare him from being openly flustered like that.
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I love this AU and tormenting canonical characters with unrequited feelings, especially when things become more emotionally complicated when Bleached Coral Cookie begins winning the hand of Queen Moonflower (Bleached Coral Cookie is a more recent OC of mine).
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beepborpdoodledorp · 2 years
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y’all the custard timeline is fucked
Edit: I meant to say cousins not brothers I’m fucking stupid. still the weirdest family tree I’ve seen in a game
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oshitgirlie · 5 months
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im looking through the cookie run sfw tags, for old times sake and like ... wow i really DID dominate the tag huh
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noto-king · 1 year
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Hey can you do platonic Clotted Cream Cookie with a brother reader who ran away,start learning illusion magic and become a teacher
male reader's illusion magic is like Gus from the owl house
Lies laced with truths
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Word count: 1334
Summary: Gingerbrave and clotted cream cookie are having lunch together and Gingerbrave mentions his brother in their conversation unaware that the two are brothers.
There is no pairing. i don't write incest.
A/N: half of this fic takes place in the past and what it says in the summary is the current time. procrastination fuckin killed me so ye enjoy this mildly angst filled train wreck.
Deep within the sandy desert of Pilgrim’s path the main crew traveled slowly, sweat dripping off their faces “are we there yet? Your king is tired…” Custard cookie III moaned as he kicked a few small pebbles to the side. “Not yet, the village should be just round the corner.” Wizard cookie assured him annoyedly as he followed close behind Gingerbrave. “Ughhh…this is so boring my feet are tireeed..” Chili pepper cookie whined as she dragged her feet behind her “could the both of you stop whining i-” before Wizard cookie could finish his sentence, Strawberry cookie shouted softly “Hey what’s that?” she pointed to an odd looking lump in the sand. “Eh i don’t see anything” Chili pepper cookie continued to whinge “there! There’s a cookie there!” Gingerbrave shouted as he led the group towards the “lump” in the sand; you. “Ya think they’re alive?” Chili pepper cookie asked as she and the group stood over your motionless body “possibly..but we can’t just leave them.” Wizard cookie replied as Custard cookie III poked your head with his staff. “Hellooo? Wakey wakey mister!” Custard cookie III poked your head again. “I hope he isn't dead…” Strawberry cookie said worriedly. Suddenly you lifted up your head, mouth full with dry sand and absolutely melting from the sun’s heat. “W-Who are you..?” you asked as you coughed the sand out of your mouth and looked up at the four cookies which were staring you down, well there actually were five of them but he was really short. “AAA HE’S ALIVE!” Chili pepper cookies jumped back startledly. “ZOMBIE! ZOMBIE!” Custard cookie III screamed. “Z-zombie?” you said exhaustedly as Wizard cookie ran in front of you and shouted “Calm down, calm down!”
You slowly stood up and looked around at the neverending sand as you scratched your head “w-where am i…? Where's my stuff? oh, I bet it was one of the bandits!” you seethed, you turned to look at them and shouted accusingly “YOU! Have the five of you came to finish me off?!”
“Us?! No, of course not!” Gingerbrave said startledly as you barely managed to run towards the group. “I’ll get you for-” before you could finish your sentence you flopped down back on the ground out of pure exhaustion. “Yikes..” Strawberry cookie said, “wha’da we do now?” Chili pepper cookie asked “we can’t just leave him here!” gingerbrave stated worriedly, Wizard cookie let out a loud sigh and picked up your barely alive corpse. “Fine..i guess we’re taking him with us…”
Throughout the months you stayed with the group you grew a strong relationship with each member of the group; Custard cookie III was very sweet and curious, sometimes a bit demanding but you genuinely enjoyed his company and the questions that he’d ask you about yourself, though you’d never tell too much..
Strawberry cookie was quite quiet and meek but she had a kind heart and was very soft spoken, you oftenly liked talking to her when you're either just sitting down with her and eating or just walking with her. 
Chili pepper cookie took a lot of time to warm up to you though you were always nice to her. you sometimes would tell her that some of your stuff was “quite valuable” and if anything had happened to them you would be heartbroken. That really wasn't the case. The truth was, you just wanted her to take some of your stuff that you didn’t need anymore, she wasn’t exactly dumb to believe that but she was a bit arrogant and dim in a few places. 
Wizard cookie, i’m pretty sure he was the one who liked you the most. he liked talking to you about your magic and requesting that you’d show him, it was always nice just sitting down with him and watching as he would talk for hours about magic, the glimmer in his eyes would always make you smile.
Gingerbrave was the most high spirited of the group, just seeing how hopeful and positive he was inspired you. His constant attitude reminded you of your youngest brother when you both were children. You normally didn’t like thinking back to those times, mainly because of the stress pressure of being a consul. You never wanted to be a consul but you never got to make that choice. Your father did, he made that choice for you, he constantly discouraged you from any other interest other than becoming a consul..oh how you hated his jam with a burning passion…so you ran away to study illusion magic and someday become an illusion teacher. It was sad to leave your brother alone but it was either life or death. So you enjoyed gingerbrave the most, someday hoping that you’d see your brother again.
*time skip to when gingerbrave is having a friendly lunch with clotted cream cookie*
“Thank you for joining me for lunch gingerbrave” Clotted cream cookie said as one of the servants hands gingerbrave a plate of black sugar jellies “wow thanks, y’know it bet Y/n cookie would love these!” gingerbrave gleamed as he plopped one into his mouth. As soon as those words left his mouth Clotted cream cookie froze up and the servant gasped but said nothing before running off back into the cafeteria. “What did you just say?” Clotted cream cookie asked seriously as he stared at gingerbrave “oh sorry, i was just talking about my friend Y/n cookie” gingerbrave said as he shoved the jellies down his throat. Clotted cream cookie inhaled slowly, his breath shaking “h-how do you know my brother…?”
“Oh we met him back in pilgrim’s path, he was kind of just lying in the sand,” gingerbrave shoved a few more jellies down his throat and didn’t realize what clotted cream cookie had said. “We actually thought he was dead at first but it turns out he was just robbed by bandits and probably left for dead.”
Clotted cream cookie didn’t say a word, all he could imagine is just your lifeless corpse lying in the blazing heat. “W-what but i thought he was…i thought he was dead..i mean that’s what everyone said at the time but- hang on a moment…father was the one who first said he wa- w-was he lying…to me-” his thoughts raced through his head like a merry go round. “I could let you meet him if you’d like-” gingerbrave offered but was quickly cut off by “YES!” Clotted cream cookie shouted desperately, it was very unusual for him to shout with such a tone but this was serious. This was desperate, all he wanted at that moment was to see his older brother again. “Oh- uh..sure.” gingerbrave scratched his head as he stared at clotted cream cookie, he had never seen him like that before.
*cut to them strolling outside the outskirts of the republic with Financier cookie and beforehand gingerbrave telling you to meet outside said outskirts*
“Are you sure he’s out here gingerbrave. You better not be making some unforgivable joke and playing with clotted cream cookie’s heartstrings..” Financier cookie said deadpanly serious.
Just then you walked into view not noticing the three in front of you. “Hey Y/n cookie over here!” gingerbrave shouted as he waved repeatedly. You slowly turned to look at him and..you see him…your brother….clotted cream cookie all grown up. A few minutes go by and not a single word is spoken and pure shock is just wiped all over financier and clotted cream cookie’s faces.
You inhale slowly and finally break the silence “hello…brother” as soon as those words leave your mouth clotted cream cookie rushes over to you and hugs you before completely breaking down and sobbing into your arms. “I’m so sorry i left..but i-” but before you could finish “s-shut it s-shut up, n-never apologize…it was all our father’s fault that you left..just please….don’t leave me again..”  
(yup. that's it.)   
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lovelydiamond-cake · 1 year
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Sweets addict.
Affocream isn't a bad ship..
First ticklefic! I won't be doing these often cause they take forever to write, but I won't mind ideas. They aren't guaranteed, but I would like to hear what you have In mind!
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Sweets.
Affogato cookie has a terrible sweet tooth.
One which he will deny till he dies.
He claims it's the effect of living in such a bitter cold kingdom or the ice cream in him is aching for some sweetness. But whatever it may be, his boyfriend had to deal with it.
Clotted Cream never minded giving his love some sweets every once in a while. He'd asked the chefs to make him some pastries or go down to the bakery to get Affogato something tasty every once in a while. But the way Affogato was addicted to these soft baked treats was concerning, to say the least.
Clotted would find Affogato sneaking into the kitchen to ask the chefs himself to make him something sugary, he'd find him stuffing himself with as many sweets as he can, (which would be the reason why Clotted would hand feed him most of the time to watch his pace), he'd even find him snacking on some leftover sweets in areas where eating was a questionable idea. And boy was that the worse of it all.
The number of times Clotted had to keep sweet treats hidden from his love was, to say the very least, a worryingly large amount due to Affogato always finding a way to get his beautifully done hands on them.
No matter how much Clotted pleaded with him to slow down while eating or to stop eating them because he already had more than enough, Affogato would do the exact opposite. His new excuse would be
"You hide them from me anyway! I can barely munch on these like I used to!"
"There's a reason for that! You can't have to much of these sweets, you'll get sick."
"And! If so? I don't mind! I just want another!"
Was he stubborn? Yes, but Clotted would never truly get upset with him. He understands Affogato doesn't have the availability to eat the sweets that he pleases at home, but he does wish that the snacking would stop.
Cause sneaking in Swiss rolls at night while he was sleeping was absurd.
Clotted, who was sound asleep, woke up to the disturbing sound of shuffling and a wrapper opening. The young council sighed his eyes awake, turning his head to see only the back body figure of his boyfriend, and taking a huge guess, was stuffing a meals worth of sweets into his mouth.
He sighed, lifting his lower back so his belts can sneak it's way to Affogato. Wrapping themselves around the addict, Affogato shot up, before immediately being put down and his arms restrained above his head.
"Ugh!!" He yelled, mostly in shock. "Clotted! Oh! Wake up darling would you? I think your dreaming, and frankly, I'm flattered but-"
"Affogato.."
"Oh! Your awake! Well if you don't mind-"
"What are you doing at 2 something in the morning?"
He felt the Advisor stiffen a bit, it was subtle but not unnoticed. "I'm technically caffeine-infused, Clotted. I stay up all the time! You know this already!" Oh he knew, but that wasn't the answer he was looking for. He made his way to sit on top of the ice-cream coffee cookie.
"Why must you ask questions that-" Clotted, not wanting to hear any more excuses, gave his boyfriend a warning squeeze to the hip.
The action caused the addict to scream in terror.
"C-Clotted.. Darling! I-"
"I'm going to ask you once more Affogato" He moved aside some of the fancy cookie's sleeping gown, having his bare fingers touch the rough skin of the Cacoian below him. "What are you doing, at 2 something in the morning?"
The Advisor's eyes were stuck on the young Consul's hand. Unable to look elsewhere not even to the "tormentors" face to answer. He knew what was going to happen to him, and frankly, he was terrified. But deep down? He thinks he'll like it.
"Affogato... it isn't wise to ignore" his hand gave another squeeze.
"C-CLOTTEhehed I- I wahahas-"
"You were what?"
"Gihi-gihive me a chahahHAhaHA-"
The most he was doing was quick yet tender scrunches, quickly scratching his fingers across his lover's sides and ribs. He didn't understand why Affogato was already laughing...
"Why are you laughing already? Hm?" He questioned as he spidered his way up the addict's ribs, digging back down, then again going back to the small scrunches he was doing before. "I'm barely touching you..."
"NO-OHOHHAH PLeheheHse! CuhuhUHUHAHA"
"Cuh? What's cuh? Sweetheart?"
"SHuhuh- Comhm ohohon Dahahar-" a swift pinch to the thighs. "stOAHAHAH CLOTTED! CLOHOHohohotted plehe-hehase!!"
Clotted took note of Affogato's reactions. Well, let's be honest, he always did. Every time they were in this.. predicament... Clotted would always take notes on Affogato's reactions. Whether it'd be the way he squealed when he kissed his neck.
"CLOTT- EDDDDD Gehehet awahaAHAHA"
The way he kicked out when his knees were pinched, and my, no one would like to be at the end of that.
"SHIHIT! PLE-HAHAHA"
The way he snorts when you tease him verbally or at a certain spot long enough.
"My you're rather sensitive this Morning yeah?"
"SHUHUHSH SHUHUHSH" *Snort* "ILL TEHELL ILL TEHEHLL"
"I'm just getting very simple spots yet you are just snorting your pretty little head off aren't you?"
*snort* "STAH-AP" *snort* "STAHAHAHA ILL TEHELL"
"Why are you trying to hide your face? Is it really bad when I get just above your waist? Is it?-"
"NO NO, SHUT UP!"
"Come Is it love? Is it that bad? You're hiding your face again! Can't I see that lovely face of yours?"
"CLOHOHOHTHEEHED! I GIHIHIHIHVE! I- I CA-CAN'T "
One of his favorites, was when Affogato would shoot up and either try to scoot back or loosen the bound he was under.
"Oh-h why are we up all of a sudden?"
"PLEHEHEHSE"
"Oh, are you asking me to get your neck again?"
"NOHOHOH NOHO!"
"You could've just asked! We gotta work on your manners don't we?"
"SHUHU IT WAHAHAS-" He strikes his thighs once more "HOLY WITCHES FUHAHAHA"
After a while, Clotted completely forgot why he was tickling Affogato in the first place. With the many jerks, rebounding his belts to keep Affogato in place, and extremely loud laughter (and snorts), the reason for torment completely passed his mind.
"SWI-" He let out his 5th wheeze "SWISS ROLLS"
"Hm?" The tormenter looked up at his lover's new position, no longer laying on his back on the bed but instead laying against the consul himself facing a mirror that happened to be across the room. For the consul, it was a great view of him, getting to see all the faces the addict makes, how flushed he looked, oh, and how his tears now stained his cheeks (thank the witches he didn't have his makeup on).
But for Affogato? God, it was hell! He didn't need to see how embarrassing he looked. The worst part of it all was he couldn't hide his face!
"FUAUAUAAHAH SWISH ROLLS I WAS EAHAHTING SWISS R-rohoh"
Clotted eased his attack on the poor Advisor, letting his belts slip off and Affogato ease back. He took a second to admire his work.
"Mhmhm you make staying up worth it" he laughed giving him a fat kiss on the cheek that Affogato still flinched too. "Swiss rolls this early? Affogato we're gonna have to put a limit on how much sweets you eat."
"Yeahah yeahah whatever!" He swatted, completely exhausted.
"Oh? With that attitude maybe I should've gotten your stomach!"
"NO- uh- I- I mean, let's cuddle instead!" Affogato tried to play off, getting comfortable in his lover's arms. "But I thought you caffeine infused? Wouldn't you want to spend the rest of the night-"
"Clotted Darling! Shut up and wrap your arms around me."
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Fic: All You Knead is Loaf (Mowen x Lan Jue x Zhang Ping;Modern AU, PWP)
A/N: Because @xinxiaojie​ was kind enough to send me this picture at five minutes to two in the am and thus fed the thirst. It is now sober hours. And you get a new fic. Yay us.
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I don’t know how spicy these lemons are for you, but. Yeah. 
Spicy Lemons ahoy 🌶️🍋 (for those uninitiated on the unholy ways of this blog, “spicy lemons” or 🌶️🍋 mean pR0n) ENJOY YAAHAHAHHA I’m running on four hours of sleep here soz soz
[still accepting ALoN fic prompts]
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The kitchen is an absolute mess. Someone’s upended a bag of flour on the floor and Zhang Ping thinks he spies traces of an egg on their pristine ceiling. In the fuzzy reaches of his mind, he feels a desperate draw to check on the oven, but none of that matters as much when Mowen’s crooking his stupidly beefy fingers, catching them against his prostate with a divine efficiency that only his lover can do.
“That good, huh?”
The smug bastard has the audacity to chuckle, not even a whit out of breath or gasping even as he’s fucking Peizhi on their kitchen counter through the throes of his orgasm. 
Pale skin flushed, beautiful face slack, mouth parted and panting, Zhang Ping delights in the way he is undone by the pleasure that paints his belly in pretty ribbons of pearlescent.
“Pretty Ping’er,” Mowen drawls sweetly. Zhang Ping watches under his lashes when he pulls his come coated cock out of a weakly protesting Peizhi. Still hard, he grips it by the base, nudging it to the back of Zhang Ping’s thigh, smearing the mess on his skin. 
Then, as if a sudden thought occurs to him, Mowen asks, voice quiet and earnest in a shift from just a second ago. “Can I?”
There’s a certain truth to the way the three of them loves - Zhang Ping shows it in every meal he makes and every way he does to make their life together as comfortable as he can, Peizhi provides and gives and protects them in every shade he can cast with his abilities. And Mowen, their darling, brash and confident man, catches them both when they fall, asking for very little in return but these small moments where he is laid bare for them. 
They complete and complement each other.
So, what is Zhang Ping to say other than a contented, “Yes, of course.”
Mowen moves his fingers out of Zhang Ping’s ass. He hisses at the discomfort, but rolls his waist into the grip of Mowen’s hands, racking his own digits through his hair to anchor himself at the blunt press of Mowen’s cock at his hole. “Don’t tease,” He says, working for stern, coming out more like a whine.
“He’s a bad, bad man, isn’t he, Ping’er?”
Peizhi’s hoarse laughter has him tilting his face. Eyes crinkled with tired amusement, he leans in, “C’mere. Kiss me.”
And so, Zhang Ping does.
Allows Peizhi take the lead, blinking sluggishly when a cockhead becomes the sensation of more and then some. He thinks he cries a little when Mowen, without being told to, fucks him to the rhythm of his rapid beating heart. 
“So good. So perfect just for me, just for us,” Mowen purrs over the dirty, sloppy slap of their skin. Zhang Ping thinks his brain shorts out at the way he fills him up, legs shaking as he tries to keep his balance. “Beautiful Ping’er...”
He hums into Peizhi’s mouth, moaning a little when the man licks right back into his own. He feels fucked dumb. It feels like heaven.
“One day, we’ll have Mowen fuck you while I’m riding your cock,” Peizhi murmurs around a smile pressed to the corner of Zhang Ping’s mouth, tongue dragging through the thin line of drool that escapes him. “How does that sound?”
The picture of them doing just that slithers into whatever last braincells he has left to rub together. And it undoes him.
When he comes to, the suspicious stain on the ceiling is what greets him. Definitely egg. Zhang Ping giggles at the realisation. Right before another hits him like a tonne of bricks. 
“The cookies!” 
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ryctone · 4 months
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Do you have any fun facts or tid bits about Custard Guard!Pumpkin Cream that you want to share but haven’t yet?
Ooooh that's a good question!
There's is a lot I have planned for it, yes, Like his and Madeleine's broken bond over the whole Paladin Academy fiasco, how Madeleine wants to have a good relationship with Pumpkin again but Pumpkin not really having any of it despite being brothers...
There's also a thing involving magic candy and Licorice but I need to work a bit more on that shhh-
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