#short post

Rumi: Ass

Mira: Tits

⋆˚౨ৎ ⋆. — BABY, ITS YOUR BIRTHDAY

synopsis: the one day of the year that Katsuki lets you spoil him is his birthday, and the best thing to spoil him is with kisses!

pairing: prohero!katsuki x fem!reader

content warning: timeskip!au, established relationship, kissing, fluff, crackish, tooth rotting fluff gaaah, cutie patooties just in love!

wc: 512

a/n: meow I’m aware I’m very late but it’s my world and everyone else just lives in it.

The morning glow of the sun was heavy on your skins you had been tossing and turning all night, simply excited for all the surprises you had in store for Katsuki.

From the moment he woke up, you couldn’t stop with the affection. You started off the morning by peppering his face with 26 kisses, each kiss symbolizing every 26 years he’s lived.

“This shit make you happy?” he grumbled underneath your affection.

“Very.” You murmured, pressing more kisses all over his face. Then placing your lips ontop of his. A content hum escaping from between the two of you.

A strong arm was wrapped tightly around your waist. Pulling your body on top of his. The musky scent of burnt caramel and smoke instantly overwhelming your senses. “Stay still, I need to give you your birthday kisses.”

“I am being still.” he frowned as you placed the last of the 26 kisses. Your hands placed flat on his chest.

“Clearly not still enough.” You rolled your eyes, your caressing his chest slightly. Your thighs placed on each side of his waist as you mounted him. “So, birthday boy. What’ya got in mind for the big twenty-six?”

“Eh? Same shit I do every year,” he snorted, “being one year older ain’t gonna change anything.” he retorted, his palms now resting on the backs of your thighs.

“You’re no fun!” You shoved at his chest, “seriously, you have no goals at all? Like nothing you want to do before you hit thirty?” you asked, still trying to pry an answer out of him.

“Nah, I’m already amazing at twenty-five.” a sly, smug smile grew on his face.

“Twenty-six.” you corrected.

“Right, twenty-six.” He rolled his eyes. Katsuki didn’t care much about his birthday, much less celebrating it. But if it made you happy, he was willing to put his pride aside for one day.

“I have such a great day planned for you,” you smiled, twirling your finger in his face, “you are all mine today.” You booped his nose.

“Can’t wait.” he replied unenthusiastically.

“You could have a little more enthusiasm, y’know.” you frowned at his expression. “How can someone not like their birthday?”

“Cause’ that boring shit is for extras.” he leaned back on the bed. His hands now resting by his head.

“You’re gonna have to suck it up for today then.” You poked at his chest before he pulled your face closer to his. His lips moving smoothly against yours. He cuts the kiss short, his eyes glinting up to stare at yours.

“So, can I get my birthday gift a little early?” he tilted his head, his palms now spreading on the small of your back.

You took a moment to think about your response. “Hmm, I dunno,” you paused, “you’ve been grumpy all morning.” you crossed your arms.

He scoffs, rolling his eyes. “I’m the birthday boy, I’m allowed to be grumpy.” his eyes gazed up lazily. “C’mon, like you said. It’s my birthday.”

a/n: I’m crying you the birthday son ahahahahhahah so funny ik. I found this while scrolling through my drafts and idk it felt right to post it :p great timing btw cause my birthday was a few days ago

ʜᴇ’ꜱ ꜱᴏ ɢᴇɴᴛʟᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ’ꜱ ꜱɪᴄᴋᴇɴɪɴɢ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ʜᴇ’ʟʟ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴀ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴍɪꜱꜱɪᴏɴ, ᴇʏᴇꜱ Qᴜɪᴇᴛʟʏ ʀᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴏᴅʏ, ꜱᴄᴀɴɴɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ɪɴᴊᴜʀɪᴇꜱ.

ʜᴇ’ꜱ ᴀ ʙɪɢ ɢᴜʏ, ꜱᴏ ʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋꜱ ɪᴍᴘᴏꜱɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴍɪɴᴀɴᴛ, ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀᴄᴛ ʜᴇ’ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ ᴏᴘᴘᴏꜱɪᴛᴇ.

(🔥):ɪ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɢᴜʏ ᴡʜɪᴍᴘᴇʀꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ꜱʟɪᴅᴇꜱ ɪᴛ ɪɴ, ʜᴇ ᴛʀɪᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴄᴛ ᴄᴏᴏʟ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ɪꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ʙᴜᴍʙʟɪɴɢ ᴍᴇꜱꜱ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴡᴇᴀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴇᴀʀꜱ.

ɪ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇʟᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ, ꜱᴏᴜʟ ᴛɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴʟʏ, ʟɪɢʜᴛᴇʀ ᴛʏᴘᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀꜱ. ᴄʟᴀꜱꜱɪᴄ ᴏᴘᴘᴏꜱɪᴛᴇ ᴀᴛᴛʀᴀᴄᴛꜱ.

ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ’ᴛ ꜰᴀʟʟ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴅᴇꜰɪɴɪᴛᴇʟʏ ꜰᴀʟʟꜱ ʜᴀʀᴅᴇʀ. ʜᴇ’ꜱ ɢᴜᴀʀᴅᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ- ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴᴀʟʏᴢᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴍᴏᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ʜᴇ’ꜱ ᴘᴀʀᴀɴᴏɪᴅ. ᴏɴᴄᴇ ʜᴇ’ꜱ ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ, ʜᴇ’ꜱ ᴀ ᴄʟɪɴɢᴇʀ.

ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪ ꜱᴀɪᴅ, ʜᴇ’ꜱ ᴀ ᴄʟɪɴɢᴇʀ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ’ꜱ ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ. ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ʟᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ꜱᴏʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴡᴀʏ. ʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅᴇᴅ.

ᛝ⋮ just some fluff really, I don’t see many things for ticket taker (bil). There are some mentions of intrusions but nothing inappropriate <3

⤷ “ Imagine you’re just tidying up, after a long shift: many customers desperate to catch a warm beverage to rid the bitter weather that greets them. And then you spot a shadowed figure at one of the glass panels of the cafè, blinking thrice seeing it was just the works of a mind that has tired itself out; tricking itself to see things that aren’t truly there. ˎˊ˗

⤷ “ You’re now home ready to dive into the comforting hug of your bed; stripping away all of the stress of the day you leave your discarded clothes and belongings on the floor reminding yourself “I’ll get them tommorow” before you rinsed yourself in the shower and clothed yourself in your pyjamas as you lay up on your bed, slipping under the blankets as the buzzing noise from your television hushes you to sleep ˎˊ˗

⤷ “ that is when he appears, from the mirror hung up in your bathroom. The Ticket Taker has carved it into his routine to check up on you after your shifts: whether you are asleep or not he will still intrude to make sure you are alright. But as he steps out of the bathroom to see your curled up form on your bed he spots the mess you have left serves a light twitch to his eye as he stills his steps, sure he knew you humans are notorious for making mess but he never expected such a soul like yours to indulge in it too. Without another beat of your heart he’s already picking up the clothes and tossing them into your washing basket; to which now he sees the pile you have been meaning to get to, he’ll might as well do those as well, he’s already started!ˎˊ˗

⤷ “ And before he realises he’s cleaned up your whole living space: with your desk now neatly organised, clothes washed and dried now folded into your drawers that were once an organised mess now a colour coordinated layout, dishes have been done, the dust that had been pestering your nose for some time now has finally been rid off. And just before you are due to wake again; he makes sure to pat your head before he makes his way back to the chaos the circus holds. ˎˊ˗

⤷ “Now as you sit up refilled with some motivation to get through the day, tou spot the pristine floor that you had thought was left a mess, leaving your mind to think that you must’ve cleaned after yourself without remembering you head over to your bathroom; spotting small neatly written words in a source of inky substance which read “Don’t forget to visit my tent this evening my dear.” signed off with a ‘T.T’ at the end.ˎˊ˗

⤷ “Upon your arrival at his tent he will indeed make some quips at your home, not enough to make you aware of his presence in your house at such a time, but just to tease you and make you stumble over your thoughts. He loves watching your face scrunch up as your face burns with embarrassment. He assures you that he’s only tidied up your living space, nothing else. Whether that brings you relief or curiosity of what he wants or may want to do is for your mind to play upon <3ˎˊ˗

ᛝ⋮ I enjoyed making this very much, I got to indulge into the scenarios I think a lot of mwheheh. Anyways I’ll most likely do similar for the others first after this is Harlequin

. He’s been taunting me everywhere: songs, videos, shows. So he’s definitely getting done next.

feat. Ken „Draken“ Ryuguji

You know what I think about? About Draken. Like he grew up in a brothel. He saw it first hand, what it is like, the reality to it. Besides the fact that he wasn’t easily swayed with pretty revealing clothes or anything.

Ken was used to that, because he saw women like that everyday. He did not get flustered because he saw cleavage. Draken didn’t care that one girl in front of him extra picked up something so he could‘ve stared.

The fact it was so uninteresting to him, nothing new, nothing he would have never seen. But god help him, when you were around.

I believe, I truly believe when he got a crush, god help him. Mouth is getting dry, he swallows. Maybe even breaking something of his usual hard look. Posture still the same but the hands in his pockets clench. And only because you bend over the table slightly. Just a tiny peak of creamy skin, nothing what should even catch his eye.

It’s a second, he swears just a second when he looks at you. Just before he tries to look somewhere else. He is a tough guy, a good guy. Not having thoughts he shouldn’t. But the yearning just to touch your soft skin has him sweating. And this goes not unnoticed.

„The next time you see her, you asking her out.“ the voice of Mikey rang in his ear, he gave a shrug and a grunt as if he wouldn’t be smitten with you all jener the rough exterior. „There is no need for that and no on asked you for your opinion.“ he shot back as if he wouldn’t care.

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