#let him be wooed and reduced to a blushing mess!!!!

[astrobei]

hey :) so i was wondering if you could incorporate 3, 12 and 50 into a single one shot ? bc that would be Amazing but if you don't want you you can just pick whichever haha

challenge accepted !! this was super fun to write thank you !! :^)

3, 12, and 50 for touch prompts: hiding face in neck + pushing a strand of hair behind their ear + putting a hand over the other’s mouth to shut them up

If you’d asked Mike, a few years ago, how he thought he’d end up dying, he’d have a few different guesses. Clawed to death by monsters, maybe, was up at the top of his list for a while there. Shot to death by government agents also made the top five more than once, which was kind of worrying. And it was probably very concerning that getting stomped on, impaled, or eaten by an alien supermonster hivemind was on there at all.

Suffice it to say that he didn’t die in any of those ways, since Mike is currently, in the present moment, alive. But probably not for long. He’s seen some shit, and he hasn’t even graduated college, and maybe it’s a little bit pathetic that after all of that– the monsters and the Russians and the end of the world– that this is how he really dies: backed up against the wall at some completely questionable house party, being flirted with by Will Byers.

At least, that’s what Mike thinks is going on here. If he’s being totally honest, he doesn’t have all that much experience in the flirting department, considering that the one person he’d ever dated hadn’t done much flirting and the one person he had maybe wanted to flirt with hadn’t–

Well, it doesn’t matter. Said person is doing it now, and for all of Mike’s past reminiscence and speculation on the topic, he didn’t think it would be happening like this.

“You look nice tonight,” Will is saying, barely audible over the low thrum of music in the background. They’re not even somewhere particularly loud– the hallway is a blessed reprieve from the chaos of whatever is happening in the living room, but Will’s voice has dropped into something low and intentional. He smiles. “You should wear more green.”

Oh, god. Mike is going to die.

“Uh. Really?” he says, in what’s definitely not a squeak. It comes out assured and confident and–

Oh, who is he kidding? Will’s smile grows, surely delighted at the unfortunate crack in Mike’s voice. He leans in a bit closer, and it’s barely a few inches, but he might as well have just pushed Mike up against the wall and–

“Yeah,” Will whispers, so soft that Mike has to lean in another inch to hear him. He reaches a hand out and runs a thumb along the hem of Mike’s sweater, the side of his wrist brushing softly against Mike’s collarbone. Mike’s heart stops dead, still and unmoving and seized up, right there in his chest cavity. “It’s definitely your color.”

“Oh,” Mike breathes, and yeah.

So Will might be flirting with him, is the bottom line here, and the issue isn’t so much that it’s unwelcome– the opposite, in fact. Mike feels a little bit like if he weren’t caged in by Will’s arm on one side of his chest and the adjacent wall on the other, then his soul might be just flying right out of his body altogether. It feels like maybe it’s already halfway there, because Will’s gaze is steady, eyes sparkling with amusement even in the dim light of the hallway, and wow, are his hands shaking?

For his own sake, he hopes not. 

And the issue isn’t that it’s unwelcome, but more so that in all his years of existence and all the crazy shit he’s seen, somehow, being flirted with by Will Byers was lower on the list of things Mike thought might happen to him someday than interdimensional portals or his telekinetically gifted ex-girlfriend.

“You look nice too,” Mike gets out, in a surprisingly even voice. Will does look nice, so this isn’t a difficult sentiment to portray by any means. He’s swapped out one of his usual sweaters, big and worn comfortably around the edges and all down the seams, for something a little more fitted. It’s a soft cream color, and Mike doesn’t know where Will got this, because he’s been shopping at the same stores the entire time since they moved here for school and none of them carry clothes like this. Mature, a little grown up, and really, really attractive.

Will lets out a small, pleased noise. “Yeah?”

“How many drinks have you had?” Mike peers suspiciously down at him, because it’s not like Will is an idiot, per se, or super uptight about these sorts of things, but he’s not usually this– this bold. If Mike is going to be blunt about it, Will has never been this bold before and maybe it’s about time, but that doesn’t mean Mike is any more ready for it.

Not that he’s complaining. Oh, god.

“One,” Will grins. “Why? How many have you had?”

Christ. Mike swallows, and says, “Like, half. It was nasty so I just– um. Left it there. Heads up, by the way, don’t drink the jungle juice.”

“Noted,” Will laughs. It does something to Mike’s stomach, watching the way his shoulders relax, like he’s comfortable and at ease here, standing in front of Mike all up close and personal in a dark corner of a dark hallway with– oh, god– no one around.

“Yeah,” Mike says, kind of lamely, and notices belatedly that his gaze has settled somewhere around the general vicinity of Will’s mouth sometime in the last forty seconds or so. Maybe longer, if he’s being totally honest, but who’s counting, right?

(Mike. Mike is counting.)

“So anyway,” Will continues, without missing a beat. “You look really good in green. I don’t know why you never wear colors.”

“It’s not on purpose,” Mike insists, even though it kind of is, because it’s a lot harder to accidentally look like an idiot if all of your clothes match by default. “I don’t know, I just– I don’t have a reason to?”

“Okay, well,” Will starts, and then he moves forward until their chests are almost flush against each other, and Mike is seriously, seriously backed into a corner, even more than he was before. Both metaphorically and extremely literally. “It looks nice with your hair,” Will murmurs, and reaches a hand up to tug lightly at a strand falling loose around Mike’s face.

Will smells really nice, actually, like the good cologne he wears on special occasions, and Mike doesn’t know why he dressed up so nice to go to a party where you have to scoop your drinks out of a bowl with a red plastic cup, but hey. Again, he’s not complaining.

“My– my hair?” Mike asks faintly, because it’s just his hair, and he hasn’t ever given it much thought before now, because it’s only hair. Black and just long enough to land on this side of inconvenient, but suddenly Will has one hand in it and it’s not just hair anymore, but maybe the best thing to ever happen to him.

Will nods. He looks a little pink, which is quite possibly the most endearing thing Mike has ever seen, and it’s also more of a confidence booster than it probably should be, that Will hasn’t turned into a total smooth-talking Casanova out of literally nowhere. That maybe he’s losing his shit just as much as Mike is right now.

“Yeah,” Will says, and yeah, his voice catches just a little bit on the single syllable, and Mike bites back a pleased smile. “It looks really good with your hair,” he says again, then tucks the loose strand carefully behind Mike’s ear. “So that’s one reason.”

“I hardly think that’s good enough reason to redo my entire wardrobe,” Mike says, egged on just a little bit by the way Will is definitely turning more pink by the second.

“It brings out your eyes too,” Will murmurs, looking steadily up at him. It’s hard to tell exactly what he’s thinking– half his face is drowned out in shadow and the proximity is rendering Mike kind of useless altogether– but Mike thinks maybe he has a guess.

He blinks. “My eyes?”

“Mhm.” Will strokes the pad of one thumb over the skin there, just over his cheekbone. Mike instantly forgets how to breathe. Christ. “They’re pretty.”

“I– are you sure you’re not drunk?”

“Stone-cold sober,” Will assures him. “Why? Who’s asking?”

Me, Mike thinks, me, me, me. What he says is, “Um. Someone.”

Will raises an eyebrow, but he keeps his hand right where it is– resting on Mike’s cheek, thumb under his eye, and oh, god. Mike is going to die. 

“Someone?”

“You don’t know him?” Mike tries.

“Shame,” Will says noncommittally, and it sounds like he might be on the verge of laughing again. He steps back, the vacuum-seal proximity between their bodies vanishing in an instant as the air of the room rushes in all at once– stifling, stuffy, a little warm and sweaty and immediately, it’s like the noise in the place has been cranked up to ten.

Was it this loud in here all along?

Mike is going to scream. He’s going to die, right here in the hallway, and then he’s going to scream some more. “Where are you going?” he asks, and it comes out a bit petulant and a bit needy and way, way too thrown off-guard for his liking, but he can’t find it in himself to care. The lingering warmth of Will’s palm against his cheek is something he’s already missing like it’s a physical thing.

“Who’s asking?” Will says again, and dear god, if Mike had known before what it would have been like to be flirted with Will Byers, he would have, like, grabbed a couple witnesses and signed off an early copy of his last will and testament, bequeathed his meager belongings to whomever they may concern, then laid himself down to die in peace.

“Me,” Mike blurts out this time, taking a step forward from the wall and grabbing Will’s wrist. “I’m asking because I think you shouldn’t go and you should just stay here with me and– and flirt with me some more, because, um. That was nice, and I liked that, even if I thought I was going to die for a minute there, and if you go then– um. You can’t flirt with me anymore?”

Will smiles for real this time, wide and shocked and pleased. “Yeah?” And it’s a little shy when he says it, like maybe he didn’t actually expect this to go anywhere, like he didn’t expect Mike to grow a fucking pair and stop melting into the floor long enough to reciprocate.

“Yeah,” Mike whispers, and he’s just started to pull Will back towards him, Will already stumbling a little with the motion, when he hears a voice from around the doorframe they’re currently maybe ten feet away from.

“Mike? Will?”

“Shit,” Will mutters, eyes wide. “What the hell is Max doing here? I thought she was upstairs.”

Mike opens his mouth to answer when a second voice responds, “I swear I saw them go through here,” and it might be Dustin and it might be Lucas but all that’s really important is that whoever it is is close, and Mike doesn’t know if he has the cardiac strength in him to go through all of this again later, and all of his brainpower is currently being used to not pass out on the spot, and–

Lucky for him, Will has his shit marginally more together. “Here,” he’s saying, then there are fingers wrapping around Mike’s forearm and before he can fully process what’s happening, he’s being dragged in the opposite direction. Will throws open a door, then shoves Mike inside.

Mike wrinkles his nose. “It smells like feet in here,” he says, and he can’t see Will’s face because it’s pitch black in– wherever they are– but he’s willing to bet real money that he’s rolling his eyes.

“Coat closet,” Will says simply, “now shut up.”

Okay, yeah, makes sense. There’s something heavy and soft brushing up against Mike’s side, and he takes a couple steps backwards until he can feel the wall behind him. God, okay. This is fine. This is fine. This is–

“You know,” Mike says, as if this will distract him from his unnecessarily sweaty palms, “you didn’t have to ambush–”

Quick as lightning, Will claps a hand over Mike’s mouth. “If you want to kiss me,” Will hisses, and, okay, he’s pressed up against Mike again, which is fine, it’s great, actually– “I’m going to need you to shut up.”

The footsteps come closer. Mike holds his breath. He thinks maybe Will is too because he can’t hear him breathe, and he’s gone tense and still where he’s pressed up against Mike. A voice that’s definitely Dustin’s is grumbling, “Man, if I find them and the taco place down the street is already closed, I’m going to kill him.”

Mike bites back a laugh. The taco place closed twenty minutes ago, which he knows, because he’d been on his way to find Dustin when he’d– when he’d run into Will in the hallway.

Oh, god.

“Are they gone?” Will whispers, as if his hand is not currently over Mike’s mouth. He clears his throat like hello, and Will drops his hand. “Oh. Right. Sorry.”

“Who said I wanted to kiss you,” Mike says hoarsely, and Will’s hand pauses somewhere between his collarbone and sternum.

“Well,” he hears Will say, still entirely invisible in the dark save for a few dots of faint light coming in through the slats in the door. “You don’t have to kiss me. If you don’t want to.”

For the first time all evening, Will sounds a little hesitant. No, Mike thinks. He can’t have that. He shakes his head, even though Will can’t see him. “Let’s not be too hasty here, okay, I didn’t say that.”

A pause. “Yeah?” Will says, a little shy, almost. “You want to kiss me?”

Screw it. 

“I do,” Mike says, as earnestly as he can find in himself to muster up, and he hears Will breathe in sharply somewhere in front of him. “I really, really want to–”

To Will’s credit, kissing in the dark probably wouldn’t work out for anybody. Mike is a few inches taller and the angle is a bit off, and it’s pretty impressive, if he’s being honest, that Will’s mouth lands mostly on his. Which should also not be rendering Mike as totally speechless as it is– being kissed on the corner of his lips in an awkward, clumsily endearing sort of way– but Will has always surprised him. “Shit,” Will says, pulling back slightly, “sorry, I was trying to guess where you were, and I–”

“It’s cool,” Mike hears himself say, and he didn’t mean to say it, but it seems that his brain has sort of kicked itself into autopilot mode, because he’s reaching out before he can really think about what he’s doing. His hand brushes Will’s shoulder, and he moves it up against the side of his neck, and says, hesitating, “Here– let’s try this.”

“Okay,” Will says softly, not even a whisper with how quiet it comes out. Mike drags a hand into Will’s hair, brings the other one to cup his cheek, and slowly, slowly moves forward.

“I’m going to kiss you,” Mike murmurs, tracing a thumb over the curve of Will’s lower lip, grounding himself. “Um. Just so you know that I’m, like, coming in.”

“Okay,” Will says again, and then Mike kisses him.

It’s instantly better this time– so much better, Mike thinks, immediately going lightheaded with the sensation of it. It’s like every other sense is dialed up to eleven in the dark– Will’s hair soft against his hand, the scent of his cologne, the faint taste of orange soda on his lips. The soft, startled noise Will makes in the back of his throat, cut off like it escaped him before he could stop himself, and that thought is enough to make Mike’s stomach swoop in a dizzying sort of way, that Will really wanted to kiss him so badly that he just couldn’t help himself, that maybe he thought about it in all the same ways Mike had. That maybe he came up with a hundred and one ways it might happen and maybe this was a possibility, in Will’s mind– a coat closet in the dark, barely one drink in.

“I can’t see you,” Will says, pulling back so that their lips are just barely brushing against each other. He’s got his hands on either side of Mike’s neck, like he’s anchoring himself lest he drift away entirely in the dark.

Mike lowers his hands, pulls Will in by the waist– the solid planes of his back, the soft fabric of this sweater, this goddamn sweater– and says, “You’re the one that kissed me in the dark, you idiot.”

Will makes a small noise of affront. “You’re the one that asked me to,” he says, a little smugly, which technically isn’t the most true statement, but Mike supposes that he had kind of set himself up to be kissed, so maybe he should let this one slide. And then Will runs a thumb along to his chin, tilts his face down, slowly, slowly, and kisses him again– and Mike can’t remember what exactly it was he was protesting.

Maybe Will had been onto something, because Mike is pretty chuffed about not being able to actually see the person he’s kissing, especially when that person is Will, who Mike spent a disproportionate amount of time wanting to look at even before this whole thing went down, but this is pretty nice for now, he thinks, as Will presses him a little more firmly into the wall. And that’s also nice, because Mike thinks he might be dying, and the solid parallel weights of the wall behind him and Will in front of him might be the only thing keeping him from keeling over entirely.

“Okay,” Mike says, pulling back, which is nowhere close to his top ten most intelligent moments of all time. Or even twenty, maybe. “You–”

The rest of the sentence gets lost to the sands of time, because the door is flying open so fast that Will flinches, and Mike tightens his grip around his waist on instinct. “What–”

“Oh,” Max Mayfield is saying, arms crossed. “This is where you two disappeared to.”

Mike closes his eyes, and prays to whichever higher power might be listening for a rapid, painless death.

Nothing happens. Figures.

“Come on, man,” he hears Dustin say, “we were looking for you guys!”

“We know,” Mike says, and then immediately wants to sink through the floor and disappear at the way his voice cracks, just a little. It’s barely noticeable, really, but his friends are like sharks in blood-infested waters. Lucas’ smug grin grows so wide that Mike considers just leaning over and smacking it off his face.

“Oh,” he says, far too gleefully for Mike’s liking, “so is this what you meant by I’m going to go look for Dustin, Mike?”

“Didn’t realize I took up residence near Will’s tonsils,” Dustin grumbles.

Will groans, dropping his head to Mike’s shoulder. “Never talk about my tonsils again,” he mumbles against Mike’s collarbone, but he’s smiling. Mike can tell, even if he can’t see him.

“Not even if they’re inflamed?”

Will doesn’t pull away, just shakes his head and tightens his arms where they’re wrapped around Mike’s neck. Despite himself, despite the way his face feels about a million degrees warm right now, Mike smiles. “No,” Will says simply. “All of you go away.”

“Yeah, I bet you want us to,” Max says, “but I’m serious. We gotta go. Someone just threw up on the couch and it’s nasty in there.”

Mike wrinkles his nose. “Way to kill the mood.”

“Mission accomplished,” Max says, and wiggles her car keys in the air. “I’m leaving in five, with or without you.”

“I don’t want to stay here with the puke sofa,” Mike admits, pulling away with no small amount of reluctance. “So we should probably–”

“Yeah,” Will agrees, pressing a kiss to Mike’s cheek. “Now come on. I want to be able to see you when I kiss you this time.”

It’s a good thing the hallway is still dark, because Mike goes very, very red.

[happyandticklish]

Clumsy Giggles

Notes: This is something I’ve been working on ever since I first watched Weird Science. I finally went through and finished it, because I wanted to have it out before the buttload of requests I now have (which btw, thank you so much for all the requests, I love you guys???)

Summary: Gary comes home drunk one day and Wyatt attempts to help him while nursing a burgeoning crush on his best friend.

Gary was drunk.

The second he stumbled through the oak doorways and into Wyatt’s startled arms, he knew. He circled his arms around him, pressing his face into his neck and mumbling something that Wyatt couldn’t hear.

“Woah, hey,” Wyatt said, squirming as Gary nuzzled into his neck. “What’s wrong with you?”

“I got—I got…” Gary tried for a moment to form words, breaking off into a silly grin. “I’m drunk, Wy.”

“I know,” Wyatt agreed, trying to hold up Gary’s slumping form. “Where on earth did you get alcohol from?”

“I got it from Deb. She said it would… she said it would be fun. And I!” Gary exclaimed suddenly, whirling around before falling back into Wyatt’s arms. “Am very fun! Woo!”

Deb. His girlfriend. Of course. Wyatt shoved down his growing resentment and raised an eyebrow. “Oh are you now?”

“I am.” Gary grinned proudly. “Did you know Wyatt…” he broke off suddenly, lost in a fit of giggles. “Did you know… that you are very pretty?”

Wyatt blushed, knowing that his friend probably didn’t mean the words. Whenever Gary got drunk like this, he grew very clingy and affectionate with everyone, though mostly Wyatt, before passing out and forgetting everything the next day. Gary didn’t often get drunk, as he didn’t actually prefer the taste of alcohol or the hangover the next day, but each time Wyatt would have to remind himself that it was just the liquor talking.

“I can’t say the same for you,” Wyatt informed him dryly, glancing down at his bedraggled state. “C’mon, let’s sit you down.”

He slowly maneuvered Gary over to one of their divan couches, bending over to lay him down on it. As he did however, the former grasped Wyatt’s shirt, tugging it suddenly and taking the other boy down with him. Wyatt yelped, barely catching himself on the other’s shirtsleeves. Gary glanced down at him, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Hey.”

“You are a massive nerd,” Wyatt informed him. “And drunk and tired and going to hate yourself in the morning for drinking that much. I think you should have a glass of water and go to bed.”

“Don’t tell me what to do!” Gary cried, offended.

“Then don’t get black-out drunk and show up on my doorstep.”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Gary shushed, pressing a finger against his lips. Wyatt stared down at it, unimpressed. “Don’t be like that. You know what I think you need? A kiss. I’ll kiss it, make it better.”

Butterflies exploded in Wyatt’s stomach at the words he had longed to hear (albeit more coherently) for so long. Usually in his head, though, it was in a much different context than this. He opened his mouth to protest, but before he could Gary was already leaning forward. Being drunk and out of it, however, his mouth entirely missed the other boy’s and ended up somewhere near his jawline. Gary evidently decided that that was good enough and started pressing silly, quick kisses all over his jaw and neck.

Wyatt squirmed underneath him, the kisses far too light for his taste. “Wait, no, stop!”

“Why?”

“B-Because!”

Wyatt was hoping that maybe Gary wouldn’t pick up on the reason. Unfortunately for him, Gary decided then to have a moment of clarity, and leaned back just slightly to grin down at him. “Oh I get it! You’re ticklish.”

Shit.

“N-No, I’m not,” Wyatt insisted, but it was too late as Gary slipped hands under his shirt, wiggling fingers against his bare skin. It was clumsy and drunken, but even the unfocused touch managed to drive the other boy up the wall as giggles fell suddenly from his lips.

“Wahahait,” he protested, shoving weakly at his shoulders. “N-No tihihickling!”

“Yes tickling,” Gary insisted stubbornly. “I like seeing you smile. And laugh. You don’t laugh anymore.”

“I-I doho tohohoo!” Wyatt squeaked, shrinking under him. “M-Make mehe laugh ohother wahahays!”

“No,” Gary refused, his hands climbing quite suddenly under the other boy’s arms. That was the last straw, and Wyatt easily flipped their positions, spidering more precise tickles all over the other boy’s sides.

However sensitive Wyatt may have been, Gary was ten times worse and drunk. The two facts when combined with Wyatt’s fingers, which were well-acquainted after years of friendship with all his tickle spots, resulted in a mess of flailing limbs and hysterical laughter from the other boy. He couldn’t even gather enough coherency to push his hands away, collapsing in a giggly puddle into Wyatt’s arms.

Wyatt quite possibly was going to be dead by the end of the night.

“Nohohohoho fahahahahahair!” Gary squeaked, squeezing his eyes shut to block out the sensations. “Y-yohohou cahahan’t gehehet mehehe bahahack!”

“Don’t start fights you can’t win,” Wyatt answered with a shrug. “It’s your own fault for being so ticklish all the time. Now, where was that spot you always liked?”

“Nohohohoho,” Gary cried, eyes widening, but it was too late as hands latched suddenly onto his hips, sending the boy into another level of sensation. “Nahahahaha, stahahahap! Ahaha, wahahait, ihihihihit tihihihickles!”

“I know,” Wyatt said, rolling his eyes with an affectionate smile. “That’s sort of the point.” After another couple seconds of torturing his friend, he did back off, letting the other slowly regain his breath. “There. Have you learned your lesson?”

To his surprise, Gary shook his head, grinning impishly and grabbing his hands. He placed them on either of his sides. “No. I haven’t.”

Wyatt furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “Are you asking me to tickle you?”

Gary nodded, beaming. “It’s fun!”

Wyatt’s heart stuttered in his chest at the sheer honesty of the statement, the kind of honesty Gary would never reveal sober. There may also have been a part of him that was more than happy to reduce his friend to a mess of giggles again if that was what he wanted.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Wyatt asked, teasingly running his fingers over his sides so that Gary was squirming under him. “I’m not gonna easy on you.”

“Bite me,” Gary answered, sticking out his tongue. The obscene phrase was as close as he was going to come to answering him, and thus Wyatt got started.

Gary burst into giggles anew as Wyatt slipped his hands under his shirt, crawling his fingers up his sides. Gary attempted to pull his hands away, but each sluggish attempt was easily avoided. Inebriation, it seemed, served a form of bondage all in and of itself. “Ehehehehe, wahahahait! I-Ihihi cahahahan’t!”

“You can’t what?” Wyatt taunted, raising an eyebrow. “You have to use your words Gar.”

Gary flipped him a shaky middle finger and Wyatt pinched his hips in retaliation, prompting a hiccupy squeak from the boy.

Every giggle, snort, and whine from Gary fueled Wyatt on in a mission he didn’t quite understand himself. He couldn’t deny that his friend was quite cute like this, and the fact that he was reacting like this under his fingers made him happy in a way he couldn’t explain. Before he knew it, almost fifteen minutes had passed like this and Gary had reached a final point of desperation after Wyatt rediscovered how devilishly ticklish his armpits were.

“EhehehehEHEHE, WyhahahaHAHAhatt! Ahahahaha, nohohoho mohoHOHOHohore!” Gary arched against the couch, desperately trying to pry his hands away.

“Okay, fine,” Wyatt agreed, removing his hands and allowing Gary a chance to breathe. Gary opened his mouth to speak, but before he could get any words out Wyatt suddenly squeezed both his knees, causing the boy to nearly fall of the couch from his sudden flail. “Sorry, sorry. I couldn’t resist.”

“You’re mean,” Gary accused, leaning his exhausted body against Wyatt. “And evil, and a jerk, and I am hopelessly in love with you.”

Wyatt froze as the airy words floated from his lips, Gary’s eyes already fluttering close into a contented sleep. “W-What did you say?”

“That you’re mean,” Gary repeated dutifully, sighing as he snuggled in against Wyatt’s shoulder. “Evil jerk….”

“No, no, the last thing,” Wyatt clarified quickly, needing to hear a confirmation, needing to know that he hadn’t simply imagined the words. “What was the last thing you said?”

Gary looped an arm around his shoulder and sloppily turned Wyatt’s head to face him. “That I’m hopelessly in love with you.” He leaned in suddenly, kissing him gently. Gary’s lips were soft, unbelievably soft for a boy. It lasted maybe five seconds, too long to be an accident or drunken mistake and too short for Wyatt’s satisfaction. After he pulled away, Gary dropped his head back onto Wyatt’s shoulder, exhaustion catching up him with. “I love you, Wy….”

“I—”

“Nighty-night.”

The words were murmured softly into his sweater before Gary was asleep once more, his gentle snores echoing throughout the expansive house. Wyatt closed his eyes, pressing a hand over his face as Gary’s warmth mixed with his own.

“God Gary,” he groaned. “You’re killing me here.”

[tickly-trashcan]

HanaNene or ObaMitsu for the valentines asks pls?? i WOULD say kataang bc im ALSO trash for them besides these 2 lovely couples but they dont celebrate bc of their universe- trrickytickle, formerly gigglebendingg

hrggg you give me a choice between HanaNene and ObaMitsu, Rico says yes. I couldn’t choose, they’re both so cute! this one didn’t specify non-tickling or tickling so i included a little bit in both ships, hope you don’t mind! also pspsps i love kataang as well, they were my first otp and i love them to bits. I’m putting the headcanons under the cut for this one since there’s two and I don’t want it to be too long! enjoy~!

Obanai and Mitsuri:

- Obanai always shows his love for Mitsuri in subtle ways, and Valentine’s day is no different

- He can be so subtle, in fact, that Mitsuri doesn’t even realize that he’s done something for her

- He’s shy, he can’t help it, but he also can’t help how much he loves her which is why he puts so much care into what he does for her

- He knows how much she loves sweets so he went to the best dessert place he could find and got her lots of dango and sakura mochi, her favorite sweets

- He also writes her a love poem, a long one that he spends a lot of time on

- When all of his preparations for her are ready he sets them up under a wisteria tree, specifically the wisteria tree that they met under

- He goes to get Mitsuri, covering her eyes as she giggles, gasping when Obanai reveals the beautiful array of treats underneath their special tree

- She hugs him so quickly that they both go tumbling down, Misturi ending up on top of Obanai as she kisses his cheeks over and over until Obanai is pushing her away, blushing madly

- “Why are you pushing me away?” “It’s embarrassing…”

- Mitsuri laughs, then gets a devious smirk on her lips “Not as embarrassing as… this!”

- She starts to tickle Obanai’s ribs as he immediately starts giggling beneath her, pushing gently at her hands so as not to hurt her

- She laughs with him as she reduces him to a blushing, giggling mess and finally lets up, kissing him once more, this time directly on his lips over his mask

- He covers his face in embarrassment and pushes Mitsuri off of him, Mitsuri laughing until he’s on top of her, pulling his mask down as he presses a soft kiss against her lips, this time flustering her

- “Iguro! That’s embarrassing!”

- He chuckles and gets off of her, putting his mask back up as he shuffles over to the picnic he has set up, where he watches her enjoy the food, both of them talking about this and that as she finishes, sitting next to each other with Mitsuri’s head on Obanai’s shoulder as they admire the wisteria

- Eventually night falls and the fireflies come out, and Mitsuri catches one, admiring it as Obanai leans over to watch as it flies out of her hands into the night sky

- He cups Mitsuri’s cheek and expresses how much he loves her once more as she giggles, leaning into his hand and pressing a kiss against the palm, saying she feels the same

- They spend the rest of the night there, admiring the fireflies that light up the wisteria in each other’s arms

Hanako and Yashiro:

- Their relationship is still very new by Valentine’s day, and they’re quite flustered as they try to make plans

- Yashiro remembers the last time she gave veggies to her crush in an attempt to woo him and has sworn to never do it again

- So instead, she’s been working on growing some flowers at home, specifically so Hanako can’t see

- She’s also made him a card, a heart shaped one with glued on lace and a sweet message inside that makes her blush knowing that Hanako is going to read it

- Meanwhile, Hanako’s completely flustered on what to do

- He has limited resources since he’s stuck at the school and he hasn’t experienced Valentine’s day in years, especially with someone

- He goes to Kou, and practically throws himself on him, whining and asking for advice

- After Kou pushes him off he explains that Yashiro is the type of girl who’ll look forward to Valentine’s day more than her own birthday and that Hanako should take that into account when planning for her

- He thinks as hard as he can and finally comes up with an idea

- They meet up in the bathroom, Yashiro blushing with her small bouquet of flowers and her card behind her back as she looks at Hanako expectantly

- Hanako grins and pulls out a piece of paper and hands it to Yashiro

- At first she thinks it’s a heartfelt poem, or a love letter, and is surprised when instead it reads “Get out of jail free card! No cleaning the bathroom for one week! Love, Hanako”

- Yashiro shows no expression as she reads it, and she quickly sets it on the ground along with her gifts for Hanako

- “Are those for me?!” He exclaims, floating over to see before Yashiro tackles him to the ground, her hands immediately digging into his sides as he shrieks with laughter

- “That’s not a Valentine’s gift! If you were gonna do coupons do the ones that are actually cute!” She says, scribbling her fingers all over Hanako’s tummy as he flails around, cackling loudly

- She finally lets up and sighs, dusting herself off as she puts her hands on her hips, staring at the panting Hanako as she lectures him in proper gift giving

- He apologizes, saying it’s his first Valentine’s with someone he loves, and they both immediately freeze because Hanako said the L word

- Yashiro blushes and Hanako blushes and they both cover their faces before Yashiro finally grabs her gifts and practically throws them at Hanako

- He puts them to the side as Yashiro’s still covering her face and pulls her hands away, kissing her softly on the lips

- She freezes, but melts into it, and they kiss for a few moments before Hanako finally pulls away, chuckling

- “That was our first real kiss I think,” And Yashiro nods, completely speechless

- He opens her gifts and gives her a hug, and even though their faces are red and hot, they still hold each other in an embrace, and will likely stay that way for a while

[spicyteez]

Birthday Present

Boyfriend Wooyoung X Fem Reader 

Smut

Word Count: 5.1K

Summary: Wooyoung gives you the best birthday present you could ask for: a long night between the sheets. 

Warnings: Dry humping, Oral (fem receiving), fingering, soft sex, praise, overstimulation, Wooyoung being way too sexy, unprotected sex (please be safe!) Way too many uses of different pet names

A/N: I totally did not write this because today (3/13) is my birthday! Hehe. This one is purely self indulgent because topping Woo has been a huge fantasy of mine. Thank you all for the support you’ve been giving me! :)

Soft presses of pillowy lips to your neck awoke you from your slumber, the sensation tickling your warm skin. A giggle pushed past your lips as the kisses trailed towards your upturned lips, brushing along the underside of your jaw. The lips met yours delicately, a soft pressure that left you sighing in content. Eyes fluttering open, the sight before you never failed to leave you breathless. A gorgeous grin stretched across your boyfriend's boyish face, his eyes sparkling into yours. Propping himself up better, he lowered his head to rest mere inches from yours. Warmth radiated from his being, wrapping you in his comforting presence and provided a shield against the cool morning air. "Happy birthday princess." His fingers brushed the smooth skin of your cheek tenderly and he smiled fondly when you nuzzled deeper into his hand. Humming quietly, you placed your hand atop his and rubbed your thumb over his large knuckles. 

Closing the space between your bodies, he connected your foreheads. "What do you want to do today?" His hot breath mingled with yours and you stared into his sparkling orbs, watching the light dance across his irises. Brushing his nose with your own, you laced your fingers with his. "Anything. As long as it's with you." 

His eyes crescented as his handsome face pulled into a blinding grin. "I think I can arrange that." Moving together, your lips met in a sweet embrace. You giggled again when he smiled against your lips, his teeth clashing with yours in an inability to contain his happiness. 

He never could hold still and soon his lips moved to to trace the curve of your jaw and the raise of your clavicles. Fingers playing with the hair at his nape, you held his face and closed your eyes, a comfortable yet drowsy feeling pulling you towards unconsciousness. "Don't fall asleep baby, you have to leave in thirty minutes." 

Whining at the reminder of your shitty job, you pushed his face away and glared at him, lips pulling into a pout. Chuckling at your cute expression, he sat up and brought you with him, dodging your menacing glare. Hands grabbing your hips, he guided you to stand before him, his fingers trailing your body to rub circles into your sides. "It's a Friday baby. All you have to do is sit through eight hours of work and then you have the whole weekend to use me as you please." A mischievous smirk played across his lips, knowing just how tempting his words sounded. 

You gulped at the implications of his sentence and decided that sitting through your hellish shift didn't sound so bad when he gave you that to look forward to. He waited until you turned around to get ready before patting your ass appreciatively. Laughing at the glare you halfheartedly sent him, he smiled to himself once you left him alone. Excitement bubbled in his stomach, turning his grin goofy with anticipation. That night he planned to treat you like you deserved to be treated, like the most precious piece of his life which you undoubtedly were. 

Work flew by faster than expected, the multiple birthday wishes from your coworkers definitely lifted your mood. Throughout the day you found yourself daydreaming, your head flooded with sinful thoughts, distracting from your monotonous work load. The possibilities were endless, the whole night open to use as you please. You knew your needs would be met tenfold, leaving you shaking and exhausted from the dedication Wooyoung always put into making you feel amazing. Thinking back to his birthday a few months prior, you still felt an ache in your core when recalling the night of passion. He trusted you wholly, allowing you to bring him to his end over and over again. Loving caresses accompanied by gentle praises told of your adoration for him as you rode him throughout the night, milking his dripping release from his throbbing cock. Sighing at the vivid memories, you couldn't wait for the chance to give your body to him like he had given you his. 

Hours felt like days, slowly ticking by until the time came to pack up your belongings and push your time card through the machine. You practically vibrated with excitement the whole drive home, missing your boyfriend's adorable laughter and endless teasing. Walking into your quaint apartment, a note on the counter accompanied by a bouquet of your favorite flowers caught your attention. 

I'll be home soon, love. Happy birthday :)   

- Woo

The small smiley face brought a grin to your lips, his cuteness warming your heart. Slipping off your bland work clothing, you turned on the shower and stepped into the steaming jets of water. Rinsing the stress from your body, you closed your eyes and basked in the hot water, drowning out the rest of the world. 

A soft knock on the door brought you back to the present and you wiped the fog from the glass of the shower door to investigate the intrusion. Popping his head into the humid room, your boyfriend waved at you reassuringly and stepped towards the sink. Watching him wash his hands and fix his hair, you suddenly realized just how naked you were and just how hot he looked. His work enforced a professional dress code, and you secretly thanked whoever applied that rule whenever he came home. A pair of tight black slacks accentuated his figure, hugging his plump ass and muscular thighs. The pristine button down shirt he wore stretched across his broad chest, the sleeves rolled up just how he knew you liked it with a great view of his strong forearms. As if he sensed your stare, he turned and leaned against the vanity with a smirk. Crossing his arms, he looked you up and down, the veins in his arms popping out to drive you insane. 

"It's your birthday but it looks like I'm the one getting a present." 

Rolling your eyes at his innuendo, you rubbed the soap from your body, trying to hide the blush dusting your cheeks. You certainly received no help when he bit his lip and watched intently as your hand glided over your slick breasts. 

Standing from his perch against the sink, he dragged his eyes across your body one last time. "Take your time baby." Sending you a wink, he shut the door and left you to finish up. 

Letting out a breath you didn't even know you held in, you leaned against the wall and tried to process whatever just happened. He never failed to leave you a mess, his mere presence reducing you to a glob of lovesick mush. Maybe one day you'd be strong enough to withstand his charms, but truthfully you loved how he knew the fastest ways to get your heart racing. 

Toweling off, you forwent a bra, opting for a strappy dress with an open back to match his classy attire. Stepping out of the bedroom, you found him seated at the table with several candles lighting the room. Noticing your presence, he stood and held out his hand for you to take, pulling you close to his chest. Now that you saw the table up close, you noticed an elegant table setting and flower petals covering the tablecloth, setting a romantic mood. 

He pressed his lips to your temple quickly and grinned at your questioning glance. 

"What's all this?" Pulling back, you gazed up at his shining eyes. 

Taking time to admire your outfit, he held your hand above your head and spun you around slowly, the silky fabric hugging your curves perfectly. "I thought you'd be tired and decided to bring the dinner to you." Glancing at you, he felt a little nervous, worried you wanted to go out. 

Your heart warmed at his consideration, touched by how well he knew your wants. The week really took its toll on you and staying in sounded heavenly. "Thank you so much. It's perfect." 

He smiled again, relieved by your gratitude. Tugging your hand, he led you to the table and pulled out the chair for you to sit on, pushing the wooden seat towards the table once you were seated. "You're too good to me," You joked, following him with your eyes as he walked around the table. "I don't deserve you." 

Seating himself, he winked at you, replying sarcastically. "What can I say, my mother raised a gentleman." Taking your hand in his yet again, his thumb stroked the back of your palm, running over your knuckles repeatedly. Eyes softening, he looked into your warm eyes, an edge of seriousness creeping into his tone. “You deserve the entire world baby. Don’t let anyone tell you any different.” 

Grateful for this moment of intimacy, you cherished the evening, your full attention enraptured by him. The food tasted so much better without the bustle of a crowded restaurant, the quiet atmosphere of your apartment creating the perfect mood. Your combined giggles filled the air as he recalled a story of his coworker, Mingi, stranding himself at the office for hours by accidentally locking his tie in the door. Wiping a tear of laughter away, you sunk further in your seat, grateful for the casual setting. After devouring the food, Wooyoung pushed away from the table with the excuse of visiting the restroom. Instead of doing so, however, he returned with a small chocolate cake, lit candles casting shadows upon his beaming face. A soft chorus of the traditional birthday song flowed from his lips, his angelic voice leaving you speechless. Placing the cake before you, he finished his song and waited for you to make a wish and blow out the candles, cheering when they extinguished in one breath. The rich flavor of the cake tasted heavenly on such a special occasion, the light chocolate frosting drawing a pleased hum from your lips. 

Across the table, your boyfriend sat with a bit of frosting on his mouth, unaware of the dark stain on his cherry red lips. Reaching past the glasses and candles, you wiped his lip gently, collecting the chocolate on your outstretched thumb. Snapping his eyes up to meet yours, his quick tongue darted out, licking the saccharine substance from your finger. Frozen, you stared back at his dark eyes, watching as he continued to lap sensually at your thumb. Pulling away quickly, you broke eye contact and looked away, embarrassed of the sinful thoughts in your head ruining a sweet moment. Finishing your cake, you stood to gather the dishes, intending to wash them before relaxing for the night. A gentle hand on your wrist stopped you, soft eyes gazing up into yours. "Don't worry about it baby. I'll take care of it all." Nodding slowly, you grasped his hand and pressed a kiss to the heel of his palm. 

"I'm going to freshen up." Nodding at you, his eyes darkened a bit, anticipation clawing at his stomach. The two of you knew exactly what came next.

Standing before the bathroom sink, you stared at your reflection intently. Come on, Y/n. You've fucked so many times, why are you suddenly nervous? Shaking your head at yourself, you splashed your face with cold water, hoping to break yourself from this trance. You knew exactly why you were so nervous, nights like there were definitely different from your normal time in bed. Sex with Wooyoung was wild and passionate, always quick and intense with mind blowing stamina. His usual style differed from the classic vanilla and you loved every bit of it, every time you fucked you never knew what to expect. But tonight would be different, all about you. On special occasions such as Valentine's day, birthdays, and anniversaries, intercourse was slow and sweet, taking as long as possible to explore each other's bodies. This slow and romantic pace felt so raw, and a twinge of nerves always hit when you thought of just how vulnerable your soul felt in his hold.

The clink of dishes quieted down, silence filling the air once he cleaned the last one. You heard the door to your shared bedroom open and shut quietly, anticipation fluttering in your stomach. Pulling the short dress over your head, you folded the delicate fabric carefully and slipped into something more comfortable. Pinning up your hair, you took one last look at your frame in the mirror, deeming yourself cute enough to face your waiting partner. 

Shakily you opened the door, eyes on the floor as you stepped into the tense room. Eyes snapping up when he heard the door opening, Wooyoung scanned your frame, breath hitching as he recognized the oversized t-shirt you wore as one from his own drawer. You shifted, eyes finally looking up to take in his position at the end of the bed as well as his shaky demeanor. 

The overwhelming desire to make you his took over, his manhood straining against his tight pants. Beckoning you forward, he sat up straighter and drank in your innocent appearance. A surge of confidence ran through you as you noticed the effect you had on him, the tent forming in his pants growing larger by the second. You came to him, feet sinking into the plush carpet as you stood before him in nothing but your panties and his shirt. Fingers reaching for you, he gripped your hips tightly, pulling you to rest your legs on either side of his lap, straddling him. He squeezed your hips harshly, knowing the sensitive nerves of your erogenous zone would spark pleasure within your core. Moaning softly, you watched his lips melt into a smirk, the thought of reducing you to a whimpering mess spurring him on. 

Brushing a stray lock of hair from your face, he traced his finger tips down the expanse of your jaw, passing his thumb along your lower lip to tug on the delicate skin. His lips quickly replaced the digit, molding to yours in a way that left your head spinning. Caressing your lips slowly, he kissed you deeply, passion flowing from his plump lips. Your arms slowly traced the muscles in his back, supporting yourself by wrapping around his neck and pulling him closer into the slow kisses. The world faded away, his lips all you could focus on as you melted into his chest, tender touches relaxing the worry deep in your stomach. Tilting his head to deepen the kiss, his fingers danced along your spine, sending a delicious trail of sparks along your entire back. Continuing to explore your body, his large hands cupped your ass firmly, spreading your cheeks along with your pussy lips, the action rubbing your swollen clit against the material of your panties. 

Gasping against his lips, your surprise played to his advantage, his tongue slipping past your teeth. Humming into your mouth, his tongue tangled with yours sensually, caressing the muscle while his palms continued to knead your bottom. 

Bucking your hips, you found purchase on his thick bulge, the fabric along the zipper of his pants rubbing your clit perfectly. Pressing down harder, you ground into him deeply, feeling his dick twitch against your moist panties. With a groan against your lips, his hands returned to your hips, halting your actions and breaking the seal of your lips. You pouted cutely, whining when he grinned and pecked your nose sweetly. 

Tugging on the bottom of the shirt covering your torso, his knuckles brushed against the soft skin above the band of your panties. "Let's get rid of this, huh, love?" Nodding eagerly, you blushed when he chuckled at your excitement. Bunching up the fabric slowly, he inched the shirt up your stomach, leaning forward to press kisses to the exposed skin. As he pulled the pesky covering higher, his lips followed, every inch of your body receiving his love. His hands were at your waist now and you giggled softly when his mouth met your ticklish belly button. Up your body he went, along the valley of your breasts, nuzzling his nose into the perky peaks before slipping the garment over your head and onto the floor. His hands came to caress your breasts, pinching your erect nipple between two fingers. Squeaking at the tug on your sensitive nub, you played with his hair and leaned your forehead against his, gazing deeply into his eyes. 

"Thank you for the flowers, baby." 

The corner of his lips quirked up in a shy smile, his fingers squeezing your breasts harder. "I'm glad you like them. But you're prettier than any flower." His voice dropped to a whisper, pulling you into the little world the two of you shared. 

"You're so cheesy." 

"You love it." He cooed. 

"I do." Caressing his face tenderly, you leaned in to kiss the little mole under his eye, heart nearly bursting at the lovesick glint in his orbs. 

He stood suddenly and you yelped, wrapping your legs around his waist tightly. Chuckling lowly, he kissed you intensely, teeth clashing and tongues mingling. Placing you where he previously sat on the edge of the bed, he laid you down carefully, trailing his hand from your neck to your hips. Fingers nimbly unfastening the top buttons of his shirt, he loosened his tie, pulling the accessory from his neck and tossed it to the floor. With his hair disheveled from your hands and his collar popped wide open, nothing could compare to this view. Dropping to his knees before you, he hooked his arms under your thighs and pulled you to the edge of the mattress. 

"Tonight is all about you baby." He purred between kisses to your inner thighs. Starting at your knees, he worked up, the sweet scent of your arousal growing stronger the further he traveled. "Fuck, you smell so good." You whimpered at his animalistic tone, wishing your fingers were running over his body the same way his touched yours. 

Teeth sinking into the tender flesh of your upper thigh, he soothed your high pitched whines, tongue laving over the blossoming bruise. Hooking his thumbs in the band of your panties, Wooyoung slowly tugged the garment from your precious area, revealing your delicate petals. Your fingers dug into the sheets when his breath hit your core, holding onto the fabric akin to a lifeline. Spreading your folds reverently, his hooded eyes gazed at your pulsating walls as beads of translucent precum slid from your entrance, pooling on the silk sheets below. Tongue jutting out, he ran the muscle along your outer lips in a smooth stripe, the gentle pressure increasing the ache in your throbbing clit. Throwing your head back in pleasure, you stifled a loud moan with your hand when he pressed a kiss to your labia. 

"Don't be shy baby," He taunted, nudging his nose against your swollen nub. "Let me hear your pretty sounds." 

His resolve to have you moaning at his ministrations increased, his tongue darting out to slowly travel the length of your slit. Humming against your pussy, he lapped your sweetness, his own excitement growing from the taste of your juices. A strangled moan fell from your lips, his cock growing even harder from the lewd sounds you made. Continuing to please you, he kept the pace slow, worshiping your womanhood with each careful swipe of his tongue. Spreading your folds further, his tongue dove deeper into your depths, pushing past your entrance to stroke your velvety walls. Attaching his mouth to your lower lips, he sucked gently, applying pressure while trailing his tongue around your warm cavity. 

Back arching off the bed, you mewled in ecstasy, his hot breath teasing your sensitive area. Loud wet noises filled the silent room, the sinful lapping of his tongue clouding your head and drawing you closer to a mind numbing high. He always bragged about his long tongue, the length coming in handy to help him reach depths in you that no one else could touch. 

Suddenly he pulled away, the pleasure harshly ripped from your quaking body. Opening your eyes, you looked at his handsome face, his chin glistening with your gushing juices. Whining at the loss of sensation, you pouted at him, frowning when he laughed at your cute unhappiness. 

"I'm going to use my fingers now, baby. Okay?" Gazing up at you patiently, he awaited your consent, kissing your mound tenderly. 

You gave him a small smile, reaching down to brush his hair back into place. Trailing your hand to his cheek, you stroked the skin and gave him a nod of approval. 

Pushing your legs further apart, he brought his hand to your clit, stroking the nub in a circular motion. With a single finger, he split your folds from base to crown and ran the digit along the length of your tender slit repeatedly. Adding another finger, he spread your wetness, swirling over your clit before tentatively inserting his fingers into your pussy. He pushed in carefully, stretching your walls further with every passing second. Clenching around the intrusion, you felt the spark reignite in your stomach, his fingers sheathed deep within your core. The tight squeeze around his fingers left him speechless, the thought of your walls caressing his cock the same way burning in his imagination. When he felt you had adjusted enough, he pulled out gently, quickly thrusting in as far as he could reach. Your body jolted, gripping the sheets again as he set a relentless pace. Hips bucking to meet his thrusts, you rutted against his fingers, hitting your pleasure spot repeatedly. A choked groan left your lips, the sensation kindling the fire burning deep within you. 

"Right there?" He looked at you with a hint of smugness and you nodded enthusiastically, closing your eyes against the mounting pleasure. Pushing your hips to lay flat on the bed, his slick fingers sped up, striking the spot repeatedly. Your legs trembled, a tell tale sign of your close release. Calling out his name, you pushed away slightly. "W-woo stop!" 

Pulling out quickly, his eyes met yours immediately. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" Concerned for your safety, his hands ghosted over your body, checking for any signs of discomfort. 

"No baby. You were perfect. I just…" looking away, you tried to hide the embarrassment tinting your cheeks. "I want you to be inside me when I cum." 

Albeit cheesy, you really meant those words, wanting to feel him deep within you as you came however many times he desired you to. Turning your head to gauge his reaction, you watched him blink up at you, eyes full of lust and tenderness. 

"Oh god. You're going to be the death of me princess." He groaned, hand running over the straining bulge in his slacks. Biting your lip at the sight, you watched him break down and palm himself desperately, his cock painfully hard. 

Sitting up, you reach for him, bringing him close enough to press a greedy kiss to his lips. His mouth and tongue tasted like you, a foreign flavor he couldn't get enough of. Humming against his lips, you pulled him closer, melting at his tongue tangling with yours and the pedal soft texture of his lips. He pulled away before you'd had enough, mumbling against your lips almost incoherently. 

"You taste so good." 

Moaning against his lips, you fingered the buckle of his belt, slipping the crisp leather through the clasps and dropping the accessory to the floor. Hands pressing against his shirt clad torso, you trailed up his abdomen, fingers fumbling with the buttons of his work shirt. Your knuckles brushed his bare skin, his breath catching  as you unhooked the last button and traced his abs lightly. Grasping your hands, he kissed your knuckles lightly, watching you intensely. Pushing you back onto the bed, he crawled on top of you, discarding his shirt in the process. Fingers brushing over his toned chest, you felt the taut muscles in his arms holding him up as he hovered above you. His fingers fumbled with the button of his slacks, roughly maneuvering the article down his legs and onto the floor. Next came his boxers, falling to the floor and freeing his fully erect cock to slap against his abdomen. Dipping his head, he mouthed at your neck, groaning as his length rubbed against your inner thigh. Nibbling on the tender tissue of your neck, he breathed in your scent, mumbling words of praise into your skin. 

You melted into his touch, tilting your head to give him better access. His lips found your pulse point, your heart beat drumming just for him. Pressing a soft kiss to the spot, he felt your pulse, his heart swelling with gratitude for the ability to call you his. 

In a second he flipped positions, rolling over to rest you atop his solid chest. Eyes wide with surprise, you gazed down at him, watching the infatuation shining brightly in his deep brown orbs. Your fingers dug into his shoulders when you felt his fingers dive into your heat, scissoring your entrance to accommodate his length. His leg hooked around yours, pulling your thighs apart, thwarting your involuntary attempt to clamp your legs shut around his hand. 

Stroking your cheek lovingly, his teeth found your earlobe, shallowly sinking into the skin. 

"You've done so well baby. Can you take more?" His seductive purr left you shivering, a quiet whimper of "yes" falling from your lips. He held you tighter, his gentle dominance reducing you to mush. You were so in love, a total fool for every little piece of him. 

Fingers pulling out, he guided the tip of his cock to your entrance, gliding through your slick to lubricate his girthy length. Groaning in unison, you held onto each other tightly, losing yourselves in the pleasure. The angle at which you laid granted you a perfect view of his face, his features scrunched beautifully, mouth hanging open with relief from the painful hardness of his dick. With one last slide through your folds, he inserted the head of his length into your pussy, groaning from the tight squeeze. He waited for you to adjust, the tightness of your walls nearly bringing him to his end already. Pushing in further, his length filled you slowly, splitting your dripping entrance until his hips met yours. Feeling so full, your hands cupped his face, lips pressing to his, squeezing your eyes shut against the sting in your core. Pulling out slowly, he thrusted into you shallowly, your moans muffled by your connected lips. 

He rocked his hips into you slowly, taking his time with his thrusts, angling your hips to sheathe himself fully each time. "Fuck. You always take me so well." Praises fell from his lips just how he knew you liked it, his voice coaxing you closer to your high. 

Passion saturated the room, the agile glide of his hips maintaining the pace, sending your head spinning when his thick tip brushed your pleasure spot. Eyes fluttering shut, you cried out, fingers threading tightly in his hair. "I love you, I love you." You chanted, weakly rutting your hips to meet his gentle thrusts. 

Laying beneath you, Wooyoung watched your face, the way your eyes scrunched tight against the mounting pleasure, your hair disheveled with strands flying out of place, the way you bit your lip with every thrust in an attempt to keep your moans quiet. Perfect. Every single thing about you was absolutely perfect. He loved seeing you on top of him, the best position to cradle you to his chest and coo over your fucked out appearance, which he did every time you were intimate. 

Trailing his hands over your body, gratitude overwhelmed him, the fact that you trusted him this much with your heart and body hit him intensely. "Y/n…You're so beautiful" 

Opening your eyes, your heart flooded with emotions, eyes stinging with  tenderness for the man beneath you. The way he looked up at you, eyes swimming with adoration and pride, broke you down. Your damp eyes overflowed, a tear dripping onto his handsome face. 

"Oh baby girl. Don't cry." His eyes shone with emotion, pooling with wetness as well. Tracing your cheekbones with his thumbs, he brushed the tears from your cheeks as fast as they fell, his hips stuttering as his heart jumped. Sniffling, you buried your head in his neck, wrapping your arms around him tighter. 

He rubbed your back soothingly, thrusting into you continuously, maintaining his slow pace.

You laid like that for a while, his cock dragging against your walls perfectly as he made love to you passionately. Speeding up his thrusts, he tilted your chin up to look at him and kissed you slowly, his tongue swiping along your bottom lip. Pressing your forehead to his, you kissed him back, bouncing on his dick, clit rubbing against his abdomen as he fucked up into you. 

You felt yourself coming undone, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he slammed into you with vigor. 

"I..I'm close." You whimpered, scrunching your eyebrows in pleasure. 

"C-cum for me baby." Breath shaky, he reached around to rub at your clit, drawing high pitched whimpers from your lips and snapping the knot in your stomach. Releasing with you, he groaned, your spasming walls caressing his leaking cock. Deep within you he shot his load, white streaks of cum painting the canvas of your quivering pussy. Coming down from your highs, you closed your eyes, holding each other close in your post orgasm bliss. 

His eyes opened first, wiping the combined sweat from your foreheads. "You did so good for me sweetheart. I love you." His eyes shone with pride, unable to think of loving anyone but you. You smiled at him tiredly, pecking his grinning lips and lacing your fingers with his.

Brushing the flyaway hairs from your face, he looked at you cautiously, stroking your back gently. "Again?" 

Your body ached and your hips and pussy would definitely hurt in the morning but you didn't care. Nodding your head, you rested your head on his chest and hissed with him in oversensitivity when he stirred inside you. The pain quickly morphed into pleasure and he sped up, fucking your mixed cum deep into your spent hole. Heart full, you allowed him to lead you to your high once again, emotions peaking with your euphoric release. Although uncertain of how long you'd last, you gave yourself to him over and over, taking as much as he gave. With his fingers caressing every inch of your skin and his heart beating next to yours, you lost yourself in the love and pleasure of the special celebration.

[sluttyprincessinarizona]

Taishiro Toyomitsu (FatGum) x shy! reader (fluffies!)

This is my first, o f f i c i a l tumblr fanfic, so woo! I ' m f c k i n g t e r r i f i e d -anyway, this is a FatGum x reader, because Tai is the cutest thing and I don't see enough of him. I'll be doing some of my personal favorites from the anime, ranging from popular to underrated characters, so I hope anyone who comes across this weird mess enjoys it! Leave a comment, or like, or smth, because I think this will be really cool, and i wanna be like those other awesome fanfic writers one day- anyways, byeee!

Word count: Idk dude, I'm on mobile-(it's a lot tho, trust me-)

Warnings: Mild cursing, also make sure to brush your teeth afterwards, cause this will give you a toothache from the sweetness-

A box. Wait, what? Where did it come from? Who put it there? Is this a prank? It smells like…Takoyaki?!? Fatgum rushed to his desk, opening the pastel purple box sat neatly on his desk. ¨Yes! Morning snack!¨ He cheered whilst fist pumping the air. Fatgum reached to take a piece of the octopus goodness, but hesitated, for just a moment. His smile faltered, and he took a second to evaluate, his hero instincts shining through. Poison? Intruder? Stalker? However, the mouth-watering smell of his newly-acquired treat pulled him sultrily out of his cautiousness, and Fatgum gave in to the temptation, devouring the takoyaki in mere seconds. He made sure to be careful with the box though. ¨Ill ask Kirishima or Amajiki if they gave me this. Those kids are just the greatest!¨ He bounded out of his office in a rush to excitedly badger at his two son- interns, but he soon found that neither knew what he was talking about. They had just barely entered the agency for the first time since yesterday, so they had no part in this adorable gift Fat had received. Fatgum was slightly put off, but resolved that he would ask everyone at his agency personally, determined to find and thank the angel who gave him this thoughtful present. 

Its been about a month since then. After a week of daily takoyaki, Fatgum was wondering if he´d be destined to live a life of having takoyaki for breakfast when he opened his office door and froze. Fatgum had expected to see that same lavender(he checked) shaded box of goodness, but he was greeted with a rolled up bag sitting on top of a box, but it was a different shade of purple. His seemingly permanent smile grew tenfold and he giddily bounced over to his desk to investigate the new items he had been gifted. He opened the bag first, and took out a cup. Coffee. He was stunned. Not by the fact that his ´secret admirer´ had brought him coffee, nor was it the fact that they could have gotten it wrong. No, he was floored by the logo on the coffee cup. It was the logo of the small cat cafe down the street. Fatgum asks Kirishima and Amajiki to visit there almost everyday, though he insists its just for the coffee. Fatgum went there once to get himself a coffee his two children were busy, and he hasn´t gone back since. Not because the establishment was bad, no it adorable. The pastel color scheme, the friendly felines who endlessly entertained him, even the mere scent of the cafe brings a smile to his face, but for one reason, and one reason only.

You.

You, the one who owned, managed, and staffed the humble cafe all on your own. Fatgum could barely manage to keep professional, for he had no idea where he was supposed to direct his eyes. Your precious attitude, the excitable gleam in your eyes, your contagiously cute giggle, and your blush, oh the blush! Fatgum had told you a joke to ease his own nerves, but the waver in his tone and ok-at-best comedy skills only proved to make him even more anxious. That was, until he heard you laugh. You didn´t just laugh, no, because he had just found your weakness. Simple, honest, puns. You attempted to cover your mouth so you could save your dignity, but resistance was futile when you were hit with such a bad joke from such a cute man. You doubled over in pure, jovial, laughter, and at that moment, you thanked every Greek god that has ever lived that you two were the only ones occupying the shop at that moment. Well, besides all the spectating kittens. You were so caught up in that stupidly funny pun, you failed to notice that you were the only one laughing. 

Fatgum was speechless. Normally, hes the one laughing at his own jokes, but here you were, laughing. Not only that, but your laugh was heavenly. It was music to his ears, and he could hardly stomach the rush of feelings that had hit him. Embarrassment, anxiety, calm, joy, happiness, lo-…

Love? Did he love you?

He wanted to say no immediately, there was no way. But his rushing mind stopped once he heard you snort. You covered your mouth, hoping he hadn´t heard such an embarrassing sound come from you, but it only made you laugh harder, and soon you were snorting with every other breath. He couldn´t breathe. You snort when you laugh too hard??? His head was spinning with every wave of feeling that enveloped him. He felt like he was floating. He was on cloud nine simply from the fact that he could reduce you to giggles and snorts like this. He was so overwhelmed, yet relieved by your reaction. You had bashfully admitted to him that you had trouble opening up to others, and you had found it remarkable how easily he had broken down your walls as if they were nothing more than a breeze. He wondered if this meant he ad a chance. Talking with you was effortless, and brought him a level of joy he had never experienced. It made him wonder what else you two would get up to. His mind flashed with endless scenarios, you appearing in every single one. You on a date, shy smiles and ´accidentally´ bumping into each other every two seconds. You at his house, leaning into his chest as you stuff your faces with popcorn, hypnotized by a movie. You underneath him, your small frame dwarfed by his larger one, breathless and writhing. You in his office, sitting on his lap and snuggling him as he finishes up some paperwork.

He wanted you, with every thing he had. He wanted to have you, have fun with you, do things with you, go places with you. He wanted you childishly, so you two could bounce around the world together with reckless abandon. He wanted you selfishly, to pull you close where everyone could see, so no one would mistake that you were his. He wanted you devilishly, giving you endless kisses and lovebites, just to see you squirm and blush. He wanted you innocently, to sing karaoke at the top of his lungs with you, and do scavenger hunts for your anniversaries. He wanted you longingly, knowing that he could power through the villains, the mountains of paperwork, all of lifes bullshit, just so he could be greeted by your smile, the smile of a tried-and-true angel.

After that day, Fatgum never went back to your store. He knew that if he saw you again, with that illegally cute maid outfit and those entrancing eyes, he would be compelled to get down on one knee and ask for your hand in marriage, which is a level of mortification hes not ready for. The day after his return, he was so stunned by the mark your presence left on his very being that he began to notice that almost everything reminded him of you. The fluffiness of the clouds brought to his mind the cute way the frill on your outfit bounced in excitement. The soft shades of blues and purples at nighttime reminded him of the perfect lighting of your cafe as he passed it late at night. Hell, his assistants cat reminded him of you, and he noted every one of these things for his own sake, but he never realized just how loud he gets when hes in his own head. His muttering got louder and more distracting, to the point that he would daydream at every possible moment, dreamily sighing your name like a mantra. Taishiro Toyomistu, an established pro-hero, a fully functioning adult, had been reverted back to a love-sick teenage boy. It was almost pathetic, yet he made up for by how excited even the mention of you made him. It piqued his interns interests, and they decided to take matters into their own hands.

Amajiki was currently rethinking his entire life. His decisions, his friendships, his entire existence was being heavily reevaluated. How did he let Kirishima talk him into this? His underclassman who he thought was just beginning to understand what boundaries are, had somehow, by some absolutely-mystical-means, convinced him to hide in his mentors cabinet to watch for some mystery person leaving snacks for him. He couldve been training, he couldve been eating, hell, he couldve even been talking with Mirio and Nejire, but no. Here he was, cramped between a shelf and crates of paperwork, staking out someone who he doesnt know, and hoping that he wont have to wait for too long stuck in this position. He was about to adjust himself to leave the cabinet and forget this whole plan, when the office door creaked open, the annoyingly loud squeeeak making the person wince as they continued to open it. Amajiki froze, barely containing his squeak of fear as he watched in awe as the door opened but...n-no one was there???

Amajiki blinked, wondering if was just a stray breeze, or some ghostly apparition, which brought tears of terror to his precious eyes from the mere thought. He blinked his tears away hastily, and looked back to reassure himself that no one was there, and even if they were, they were probably friendly. Or, at the very least, he could overpower anyone with relative ease, but he choked on his own reassurance. One second, there was no one, the next, there was you. You, the girl from the cafe, had just appeared out of thin air! You were the one leaving the snacks for Fatgum! Amajiki gawked as you set down the periwinkle box of cupcakes, along with the bag that contained his mentors coffee, brewed to perfection and made with so much love that he could feel it from his hiding spot. He stayed as still as possible, silently spectating as you arranged the snacks neatly while humming a sweet tune, as if you were in the comfort of your own home. You decided that you had adjusted the box by .1% enough times, and you smiled warmly at the box, before jumping at the sound of Fatgum's voice, laughing joyously at something while steadily getting closer to the office you both were in. You panicked and ran behind the door, closing it fully before he got too close, so as not to seem suspicious. Amajiki had blinked only once, and then you were gone again, and Fatgum had opened the door, bringing the operation to a screeching halt. When Amajiki reported back to Kirishima, he realayed back what he had witnessed to an excitable Kirishima, who jumped for joy when he heard that it was you. 

¨I knew it!¨ Kirishima exclaimed, pumping his fist in the air. He had guessed beforehand that you were the one leaving such a heart-warming gift for his mentor, and now his next meal was paid for, which he was very happy about.

Fatgum was accompanying Kirishima and Amajiki to his favorite restaurant after a surprisingly peaceful patrol, and they knew they had to tell him then, when they had a peaceful moment to relax. So, they told him.

¨Hey Fat, I just wanted to let you know that…¨ Kirishima started, looking over at Fatgum from his menu, but his sentence was soon forgotten. He, and Amajiki, were staring incredulously at Fatgum, who was currently trying to disappear into his jacket. ¨F-fatgum?¨ Amajiki asked shakily. ¨Whats w-wrong? A-a-are there villains here?!¨ He looked around in alarm, but there were no immediate threats in sight. What had shaken their fearless mentor up so severely? Fatgum simply shook his head, and laid his forehead down on the cool table in hopes of soothing his burning face. Kirishima and Amajiki looked at Fatgum, then to each other in confusion. They both shrugged and went to comfort him when they heard a giggle that caught their attention. Normally that wouldn’t matter at a time like this, but that giggle triggered something in Fatgum and the most obvious shiver went down his spine at the sound. Amajiki, who was across the booth from Fat and Kirishima peered from around his seat to see who it was and gasped. He looked back at Fatgum, then mouthed to Kirishima ¨Its the girl from the cafe!¨ Kirishima gaped, standing up to get a better look. Sure enough, there you were, chatting with a friend who worked the reception booth at the establishment. You were there for your weekly shipment of leftover supplies from the restaurant that you could use for your sweets, but Fatgum didnt know that. All Fatgum could think of is how embarrassing it would be if you saw him cowering like a child in your mere presence. But even then, he couldnt get over how absolutely stunning you looked in casual clothes. He was thoroughly surprised at the fact that you werent already up and married when he met you, because you were simultaneously everything he wanted and needed, and not at all what he was expecting. You were funny, smart, and cute, but he knew there were worlds of things hiding behind your bright eyes. You were perfect. You were everything. You were-

Poke

¨T-Toyom-m-mistu? Ar-are you ok? You seem a b-bit sick or som-something?¨

You were right next to him, poking his arm. You were blushing almost as fiercely as him, for multiple reasons. 1. you were right next to someone who instantly caught your heart in his excessively large hands as soon as you met him, and you were poking him. 2. His two interns were staring you down so intensely that you began to wonder if you ever should have walked over in the first place. and 3. is he sick or not?!? You just wanted to make sure hes ok, and maybe kinda possibly ask him why he hasnt visited the shop in a while. But it doesnt seem like thats gonna happen. You kept your voice down because you knew that if a commotion happened that you would actually be sick from fright, but you couldnt help the worry that bubbled in your gut at the sight of him.

On the other hand, Fatgum was just about ready to fucking combust. He wanted to look up, he wanted to see your soft, caring features and the look of concern that was undoubtedly on your face, but he knew impulse would  overtake him. He barely managed to keep from making a fool of himself in front of you and everyone who knew him, and he felt backed into a corner. His mind was racing, and he couldnt even feel his heart beating anymore. His breath was getting heavy, but he barely noticed it. He was driving himself mad, slowly devolving into a panic that he didnt know was enveloping him, nor did he know how to get out of it. All he could think of was you, how disgusted you would be by him if he proposed to you, how you would walk away from him if he said the wrong thing. He wanted you, but he cant have you, and he doesn't know what to-

¨Taishiro!¨ you exclaimed, no longer worried about making a scene. You wrenched his head up from the table and pressed his forehead against yours. He stared wordlessly at you, his thoughts going silent for just a moment, and that was all you needed. ¨Taishiro, look at me, ok? You're ok. I've got you.¨ You spoke softly to him, phrases that you're soothing voice spoke to him. Things he could only imagine from his wildest dreams. His breathing slowed as he slowly came back to his senses, forgetting all about his panic in favor of taking in you. He made no effort to move, because he was completely content on being this close to you forever. He was astonished by you, how you could calm his mind and steal his heart all at once, but the thing he couldnt draw away from was your eyes. They held no pity, however in it's place was the light of experience. You held him not because you pitied him, but because you knew his fear, and wanted to take it away, if only for a moment. He couldnt help but tear up at the genuineness in your gaze, the gaze that you never broke, not even for a second. You had grabbed his arm as he sunk, pulling him back up, and encouraging him to let you help him. You knew what it felt like to be stuck with no one to help, so you told him to relax, let himself be helped just this once, all without any words. All you needed was to look into his eyes and he could understand everything you tried so desperately to convey to him for months. You lost control of your filter as you soothed him, letting slip how much you missed him and his goofy smile, and how undeniably happy he made you. You brought him onto his feet and carried him up, and as you unknowingly whispered "That was when I knew that I loved you", he could see the bright glowing light that enveloped you. You really were an angel. He could see your halo, your soft wings, but overall he saw your heavenly smile, one that begged him to respond, as you were losing confidence at an alarming rate. At that moment, he broke into the brightest, cutest, and dorkiest grin you had ever witnessed, and it melted your heart all over again. He leaped up in a flash, and before you knew it, he had you bridalstyle in his arms with dizzying speed. You squealed in fear, but relaxed as you saw him gaze down at you lovingly. You smiled back shyly, and buried your face in his chest when you could hear the restaurant goers cheering at the display, He carried you out of the restaurant in a valiant display, and his remark as you both exited made the cheers of the onlookers sound deafening, and it drove your blush all the way down to your ears in shock.

¨Hey sweetcheeks, we should get married!¨

~End~

I hope you enjoyed it! It took me about three days to finish, cause online school, but this was awesome. I legitimately love this one, and this probably the only one I've finished and was satisfied with. If you like it, pls let me know cause I already adore this, and I wanna share with the world, no matter how scary it might be. Anyways, this has gotten long, so I'm gonna bounce. Gotta start the next one. Bye-bye!💜

[nyanchen]

Can’t Get Enough

Ok, so some people in the Discord server have a running inside joke involving Sugar Crisp, and it somehow found its way onto @the-wonder-duo blog. So, me being me, I decided to write a crack fic based on this inside joke for the Wonder Duo blog. It does contain nsfw content, so please be mindful about that!

First, don’t take this too seriously. It’s meant to humorous and make you think “why?” It’s a purely self indulgent drabble based on the sugar crisp joke.

Mod, should you read this, I hope you enjoy it! I know you’ve been told about the joke, so I hope you at least find this mildly funny and entertaining. I’m also somewhat sorry because it’s honestly a mess 

Story below the cut. NSFW Warning.

Can’t Get Enough

Zero’s eyes slowly open only to be assaulted by the mid-morning rays of sunshine pouring through the bedroom window. An irritated groan slips past his lips and he turns onto his side, facing away from the annoyingly bright light. His arm reaches out instinctively to wrap around the other man who’s been his bedmate for a little over two months, but instead it finds only empty space.

This realization causes Zero to snap to attention and he immediately sits up and snatches his hearing aids off the table, quickly placing them into his ears. He strains to listen for several moments for any sign that Deku is still in the apartment. The nerd usually laid beside him on his phone until he woke and then they’d go make breakfast together. It unnerved him that Deku wasn’t there like he usually would be. They weren’t supposed to leave due to being on house arrest, so if Deku was gone…

He lets out a relieved sigh when he hears a shuffling of slippers, clattering of dishes, and soft humming coming from the kitchen. The blonde slips out from between the sheets and stretches before making his way out of the bedroom to find out what Deku is up to.

Zero finds the freckled hero munching away at something in front of him and he has his headphones in, staring at the screen of his phone that’s propped up on the table. Next to him is a box of cereal. The blonde quirks an eyebrow. Deku almost never eats cereal, especially not since Zero’s been cooking for him nearly every morning. This irritates him a bit and he approaches Deku. The other man doesn’t even notice him until an earbud is ripped from his left ear, startling him and causing his head to whip around to face Zero.

“Oi, shitnerd, what the hell are you doing? I was going to make breakfast.”

The tips of Deku’s ears redden and he taps the screen of his phone to pause the video he was apparently watching. It featured an older animated woman and… some horrifying bear creature that Zero never wished to see again. Seriously, what the fuck was Deku watching?

“Oh, Kacchan! I, ah, got pretty hungry while you were sleeping, but I didn’t want to wake you. That, and our fans sent me this video of a group of gamers and also a video of a compilation of commercials for a cereal, so I wanted to try it out. The landlady was kind enough to buy it for me on her grocery trip.”

Oh fuck. The fans sent him a video. The alarm bells immediately started to ring in Zero’s head. He had a soft spot for his fans, but he didn’t trust most of them as far as he could throw them, especially not when Deku was involved. “Why the fuck are you trying the cereal if it’s advertised by some nightmare-inducing bear?”

“Our fans said that they couldn’t get enough, Kacchan! They said if I eat this cereal, it will help me grow as strong as All Might, may he rest in peace.” Deku looked pretty excited to try this cereal, though Zero seriously doubted the claims the fans made. He peers over to see what the fuck it even was anyway. The box had Sugar Crisp plastered on the front and, oh for fucks sake, it had the mascot too. Why kids want to eat a cereal that had a sleazy looking bear on the front, and how it ever passed inspection was beyond Zero.

The blonde rolls his eyes and goes to the fridge to get out some eggs out to cook. He turns one of the knobs to the stovetops on, setting a pan on top of it. As he waits for it to heat up, he stretches again. He was dressed only in his boxers, as had become the norm over these past few days. When he caught Deku watching him out of the corner of his eye, the blonde made sure to flex just a little as he finished the stretch. He enjoyed the light blush that coated that freckled face immediately afterward. Not that he’d ever admit it.

Deku went back to paying attention to his phone, but this time he seemed to be typing away, which occasional pauses in between. Deku’s expression was thoughtful, but also held an intense concentration. He was definitely messaging someone. Tch. It was probably a fan. Zero turns away again to coat the pan with butter and continue cooking his breakfast.

A few minutes later, just as Zero was pouring his omelette mix into the pan, he heard a shuffling of feet. He figured it was Deku moving to put his dishes into the sink. Imagine his surprise then, when a rough hand is placed on the blonde’s upper arm. Zero turns to look at Deku. The other man has a look of determination and… something else. Deku clears his throat before speaking in a soft, low tone that made Zero’s heart flutter and blood flow south.

“Kacchan, you’re my sugar crisp.”

Zero stood, completely dumbfounded for a solid thirty seconds at least. Pardon his french, but what. The. Fuck.

“I can’t get enough. You keep me going strong.”

Um, police? Wee woo, wee woo. Deku officially lost his marbles.

“They say that sugar crisp is a wholesome breakfast.”

Record scratch.

Did… did Deku just…?

Before he has time to think on it though, Deku presses his lips firmly against Zero’s own. The kiss was desperate, passionate, messy. Where was this coming from? Not that Zero was complaining, mind you. He allows his eyes to close and brings up one hand to cup the back of Deku’s head.

Deku breaks from the kiss with a soft moan. His hands press against Zero’s chest, his fingers gently trailing over his pierced nipples before trailing steadily lower. The blonde’s body quivers slightly under his touch as the freckled man explores the expanse of skin beneath his fingertips, memorizing the dips and patterns of hard muscle. Zero’s brain nearly short circuits when one of Deku’s hands comes back up to gently trace the scar left from the bullet.

Zero’s gaze rakes over his partner. Deku is smirking mischievously, his hand gliding lower to rest at the waistband of Zero’s boxers, which barely conceal a growing bulge. The little shit holds eye contact as he gets down onto his knees so that his face is level with the blonde’s crotch.

“Please, Sugar Bear. I’m dying to get a taste,” Deku practically purrs. Zero’s breath hitches and he finds himself completely speechless for once. His brain is still trying to process what the ever loving fuck was happening.

Before Zero could stop him, Deku was tugging the blonde’s boxers down to free his hardening cock. He licks his lips and eyes it like it was the most appetizing thing he’d ever seen. He gently wraps his scarred hand around the base and begins to slowly stroke him to full hardness. Zero bites his lip to hold back a moan, his head falling back and his hands gripping at the counter behind him. He barely registers when Deku reaches up with his other hand and turns off the stovetop before the eggs can start to burn.

Zero is soon completely hard. Deku leans forward and licks a stripe from the base of his cock to the tip, swirling his tongue to spread the precum that is pooled there. He moans at the taste, taking a second to enjoy it before wrapping his lips around the head of Zero’s cock and giving a firm suck. Zero can’t hold back a soft whine and he fights to keep from bucking into his partner’s mouth.

Deku pulls back slightly, a trail of saliva still connecting them. “Mmm, tastes good,” he states in a low tone that sends a shiver down Zero’s spine. The blonde doesn’t have time to recover before Deku’s mouth is enveloping him again, taking him all the way down to the base. Zero practically keens at the warm, wet, pleasurable sensation. He tangles his fingers in his partner’s hair as Deku really starts to go to town on him, bobbing, sucking, and humming enthusiastically. The pleasure begins to fog his mind and Zero can’t help but buck into Deku’s mouth. Deku, who apparently has no gag reflex, takes it like a champ. He repeats the action a few more times before Deku pulls back, releasing his cock with an audible pop.

“Can’t get enough, huh Kacchan?” Zero refuses to admit that Deku’s low, rough voice made him whine. Nope. No way. Didn’t happen. Deku chuckles and leans forward, dragging his tongue over the tip of Zero’s cock once again before leaning back. “Me either. I can’t get enough of that sugar crisp, Sugar Crisp.”

What the fuck? Did Deku just call his cock motherfucking Sugar Crisp?? Zero doesn’t have much time to think on this though as Deku begins to suck him off again.

One thing is for sure, Deku wasn’t wrong when he said he had a talented mouth.  All that time of learning to tie cherry stems with his tongue definitely paid off. Deku starts humming a faintly familiar tune around him, and Zero is soon reduced to a wrecked, needy, moaning, blushing mess. His grip in his partner’s hair tightens and he starts to fuck his face properly, chasing his release. Deku’s soft, choked moans only encourage him.

One last hard suck from Deku has Zero cumming, releasing his spunk into the back of Deku’s throat. The freckled man moans softly and Zero’s body quivers as he feels his partner’s muscles work to swallow his load. Once the waves of pleasure have subsided, Deku pulls off and swipes his tongue over his top lip. “Delicious. I’m sure this will keep me going strong,” is all Deku says before he gently pulls Zero’s boxers back up, stands, gives him a soft peck on the lips, and returns to the table to clean up his dishes and the cereal.

Zero was left to contemplate what in the seven hells just happened. And what did Deku mean that this will keep him going strong??? What, was he some sort of incubus? Was his ‘sugar crisp spunk’ or whatever the source of One for All’s power?? He turns to Deku, wanting to ask him what the hell this was all about, but his partner had evidently left the room.

However, the idiot left his phone on the table. Zero walks over and picks it up, putting in the code to unlock it. He’d seen Deku unlock it multiple times when they were snuggled up in bed. It’s not like the nerd tried to keep it a secret.

Their blog messages are open on the screen. A fan had apparently been messaging him back and forth about fucking suggestive sugar crisp memes. The most recent one was a video, which Zero taps. It opened up to a commercial featuring that freaky bear. Zero is about to close it again until he hears the tune it’s playing. His free hand smacks against his forehead as he facepalms.

That fucking song was the same one Deku had hummed around his dick minutes earlier.

Zero exits out of the video and began to message the fan about their fucked up, creepy kinks.The fan responds within minutes saying “but think of it this way: Deku is your sugar crisp, and you can’t get enough, can you?”

Well. Maybe the fans were right for once.

[ameerawritesstuff]

Garashir from the prompt list: 8, 32, 40, 86 (Has anyone told you that you rock today?

Anon! You’re so sweet, omg! Sorry these took so long, I was on set all day, but here we are! I hope you enjoy :3

8 “You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.”

“You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.” Julian chuckled as he let his fingers graze over Garak’s shoulder ridges, earning himself a glare.

“Are you even listening to my complaints, or am I wasting my breath?” Garak snapped.

“Oh, I’m listening.” Julian smiled, clearly not deterred. “People keep buying off the rack and blaming you for the pants being too long.”

“What is the point of going to a tailor if they don’t expect tailoring?” Garak sighed. “I don’t know how to explain it any more clearly.”

“Look, Elim,” Julian smiled. “Most of your clientele is Bajoran. It’s not like they’re accustomed to giving their wardrobes special attention.”

“Chief O’Brien is not Bajoran.” Garak reminded.

“And once I told him he’s meant to get them hemmed, he stopped complaining and made the adjustment.” Julian pointed out. “But really, wouldn’t you feel better talking about this in the bedroom?” He purred.

“What is it about my rage that puts you in this mood?” Garak still acted annoyed, though he had a small smirk.

“Honestly?” Julian shrugged. “I like whenever you show strong emotion. You weren’t always this comfortable with me.”

“So when I complain you analyze the significance of my complaining instead of focusing on the complaints themselves?” Now he was clearly amused.

“You know damn well that your customers aren’t really the root of your displeasure.” Julian chided before gently running a hand through Garak’s hair.

“Well, they’re certainly not helping.” He grumbled. “But yes, it doesn’t take much to irritate me lately.”

“We’ll free Cardassia from the Dominion, Elim.” Julian whispered. “I promise you that.” He kissed Garak’s cheek. “We’ll get you home.”

“Even if the Dominion is defeated,” Garak said, shaking his head. “I doubt my exile will end.”

“Cardassia needs you, Elim.” Julian bit his lip. “And you need Cardassia. We’ll find a way.”

“You’ve learned to lie from me rather well.” Garak smiled.

“I’d rather be lying with you.” Julian breathed as he moved in to kiss Garak. “Let me cheer you up?”

“You’ve already succeeded.” Garak smiled into the kiss.32 “Trust me.”

“Trust me.” Julian pleaded as he watched the Cardassian man huddled in the corner. “Garak, let me help you.”

Garak didn’t say anything, he just remained shaking in the corner of his quarters. Julian had been so busy with the war, with making time to play darts with Miles, he’d stopped his lunches with Garak. Still, nearly every week he would get a message relayed from Nurse Jabara, saying Garak had tried to reach him. He’d been meaning to apologize, but something always got in the way. Julian felt so selfish and shallow when what got him to finally seek out Garak was when Jabara didn’t give him a message this week. He’d gone to see if Garak was alright, only to find him having a claustrophobic attack.

“Garak…” Julian said slowly as he cautiously squatted down to Garak’s level. “I’m sorry, this is all my fault.”

“Oh?” Garak swallowed. “Enlighten me as to how you gave me claustrophobia before you were even born.” He let out a nervous chuckle, that was really more of gasping for air than laughter.

“I’ve been ignoring you and acting like a real heel.” Julian sighed. “It’s not right. You’re my friend and I should be there for you, it’s just…” He bit his lip, knowing there was no good excuse. “Everything is so complicated right now, I’ve just been too overwhelmed.”

“I’m sorry I’m too complicated for you, doctor.” Garak spat. At least his rage was calming his fear a bit.

“You’re not too complicated. But…” He owed Garak a real and honest apology. “My feelings for you are.” Garak’s striking blue eyes were then completely focused on Julian. “I’m having trouble being a good friend to you because I’m being selfish.” Julian sat down beside Garak and leaned against the wall. “I want to be more than a friend to you.” He couldn’t look at Garak as he confessed, he stared at the floor instead. “I know you must find this pathetic, I couldn’t just stay emotionally detached like a good spy.” He gave a self-deprecating laugh. “But let’s be honest, you’ve always been the dashing secret agent and I’m just the easily wooed doctor.” Julian scoffed and then dared to glance at Garak. He was expecting an amused, possibly even sadistic, smile mocking him for being such a sentimental human. Instead, there was a look of wonder on Garak’s face. He wasn’t gasping for air anymore, he was just staring at Julian in shock.

“Doctor, what are you saying?” Garak whispered.

“I’m in love with you.” Julian gulped. He’d thought it for so long, but he never voiced it. “All of our lunches, I keep convincing myself that you might feel the same way. But then I end up being disappointed when nothing happens and I don’t want to resent you for just not thinking about me like that, though with everything else going on, I’m afraid I might place undeserved blame…” He shook his head. “I honestly don’t know what the logic was. It wasn’t a conscious plan. Just a stupid attempt I made to try and get over you. Instead, I just ended up hurting you.” Julian rubbed his face and sighed. “I don’t know what you want to do going forward.”

“My dear, you’re saying you’ve been harboring romantic feelings for me?” Garak’s voice was calm, yet skeptical. Julian laughed a bit and blushed.

“When I was in solitary in the camp…” Julian looked back at Garak with a guilty smile. “I used to fantasize about you coming to rescue me. I mean, it wasn’t so insane. I knew Tain was there and if there were to be anyone to expose the Changeling, it would have been you.” He licked his lips before speaking again. “Then when I saw you, I almost forgot myself and ran into your arms like a real fool. Luckily, Worf’s face is a bit striking so that shocked me enough back into good sense.” He chuckled.

“Doctor…” Garak put his hand on Julian’s shoulder. “You are the most beautiful and intelligent creature I know.” He moved slightly closer. “If I thought for a moment that you would have me, I’d be yours.” Julian couldn’t believe it. He didn’t know what to save. He stared at Garak for a few minutes, just repeating the words said in his head over and over again. Eventually, almost out of mercy, Garak stopped Julian’s mind from working by bringing their lips together.

40 “I’m running away.”

“I’m running away.” Julian finally explained, though that hardly explained anything. “Please, I’m begging you to help me.”

“Doctor, you came in here, asking me to help you create a new identity and give you any other information necessary to disappear.” Garak blinked, still trying to understand what was going on. “I deduced you were running away, but I’m trying to ascertain why.”

“I don’t want to answer that.” Julian said it as if he was being firm, but there was clear anxiety in his voice. “Look, I’ll pay you.” He was back to pleading with his eyes. “All that I have, it’s yours if you help me.” How often had Garak fantasized about Julian saying something like that? However, this wasn’t arousing, this was tragic to see the man he cared for reduced to looking so desperate.

“Doctor, I’m beginning to grow worried about you.” Garak said calmly. “You love Starfleet, I can’t imagine anything would make you want to run away from it all.”

“Damn Starfleet, Garak!” Julian shouted. “They’ve damned me, alright? The whole Federation has damned me for what I am!” Garak tilted his head in curiousity, causing Julian to sigh. “I’m a freak, Garak. If they had always known what I am…” He shook his head with a pained expression. “Please, I have to get out.”

“My dear…” Garak began before thinking. “Julian…” He said, causing Julian to look at him with surprise. “I would not wish exile on my worst enemy, let alone the person dearest to me.” What did Garak have to lose? Based on what Julian was saying, he’d probably never see the man again. “I think if you could not return to the Federation, you would die in ways you didn’t know you could.” He paused. “I know I would have if you hadn’t been there to save me.”

“The wire…” Julian breathed. Garak shook his head.

“Not just that, though that was certainly significant.” Garak gave Julian a small smile. “I would not have met you if it weren’t for my exile. As much as I despise my fate, I would repeat the actions that led me here a million times over just to have lunch with you one more time.” Had Garak really just allowed himself to say that? He was truly a sentimental mess when he thought about Julian. “Do you realize how lucky I am to have met you? If you weren’t in my life, I would have ended my exile long ago by ending it all.” He shook his head again. “I can’t risk your safety by hoping you’ll find someone like that while you hide everything about yourself.”

“Garak, please.” Julian looked almost as if he would break. “You don’t know what they’ll do to me.”

“I doubt you do either.” He said thoughtfully. “Will they kill you? Incarcerate you? I feel like you’re not even sure, therefore your mind is swirling with hundreds of imagined horrors. I assure you, that’s worse than anything your beloved and forgiving Federation will impose on you.” The next thing Garak knew, his face was pressed up against the wall and his arm was painfully twisted behind his back. He tried to break free, but Julian’s strength was greater than anything Garak could have anticipated.

“Help me now, Garak.” Julian bit back. He was like a caged animal, cornered and lashing out in any way he could.

“Or what?” Garak gasped through the pain. “You’ll kill me?” Almost immediately, Julian let go and collapsed to the floor. “Julian!” Garak exclaimed in worry. He’d thought something had happened to the doctor, that he was suffering some kind of attack. Instead, Garak found that Julian had simply collapsed in tears.

“They’re right about me, aren’t they?” Garak could see the beginnings of a panic attack coming onto Julian. “I’m a damned monster! I’m so determined to get what I want, I just attacked the man I love!” His sobs were choked by desperate attempts to get air. Garak found himself holding Julian close to his chest, shushing him and stroking his back soothingly. He wanted to tell Julian he loved him too. He wanted to ask how long the young man had felt that way. He wanted to kiss him and claim him as his own. But Julian was in no state for romance, he simply needed comfort and someone to be with him. Garak was more than happy to provide that for him.

“It’s alright, my dear.” Garak soothed. “You’re not a monster, but even if you were, I would still love you dearly.” 86 “Why are you walking around naked?”

“Why are you walking around naked?” Garak asked Julian in horror. There his lover was, sprawled out on the ground under the shade.

“I’m not walking.” Julian didn’t even open his eyes. “It’s too hot for walking.” Now he did crack open one eye to glance at Garak. “Too hot for clothes, as a matter of fact.”

“I warned you about Cardassian summers, my dear.” Garak sighed as he sat down next to Julian in the shade. “You really should stay with the other Federation relief members. Their quarters are climate controlled for this very reason.” Garak wiped a sweaty lock of hair back from Julian’s forehead. “You know I won’t be provided any sort of environmental controls anytime soon. All will be given to those most in need first.”

“The Federation Relief building is in the city.” Julian whined. “It’s at least an hour walk here from there.”

“It would actually be a pleasant stroll for you in the other seasons.” Garak smiled.

“It’s only summer that I would want to stay there though.” Julian reminded. “And in which case, I wouldn’t be able to walk to visit you in this heat.” He smirked. “Not clothed, anyway.”

“I could visit you.” Garak suggested. “It would make sense.”

“I’d have a roommate.” Julian shook his head. “Regardless, I don’t know if I can sleep without you beside me anymore.”

“I’m sure Kukalaka could fill the void of someone to hold.” Garak found himself lying back onto the grass beside Julian.

“It’s not just someone to hold.” Julian said, while he moved so his sweaty arms were wrapped around Garak. “It’s the feeling of being held that’s nice.” Julian nuzzled up closer.

“Honestly, my dear, sharing body heat is probably not ideal for you right now.” He chuckled as Julian only held on tighter. “Aren’t you going to ask me why I wasn’t here this morning?”

“Mm,” Julian hummed. “Let me guess, you were out making Cardassia a better society because you’re not only important, you’re damned good at your job?” Garak couldn’t get over how proud Julian was of Garak’s government work. No matter how small a task he was given was, Julian giddily congratulated him on its completion.

“Actually, I was picking up a package.” He stroked Julian’s wet hair again. “From Chief O’Brien.” Julian’s head shot up in surprise.

“Miles?” A large grin appeared on his face. “He sent you something?”

“He sent you something through me.” Garak kissed Julian’s forehead gently. “It’s a room cooling unit.” Julian was suddenly standing up with excitement. Of course, the sudden motion would have had him toppling over again if Garak hadn’t quickly risen to steady him. “Careful, darling. And please, don’t get too excited.” He shook his head sadly. “It only cools one room and it doesn’t evenly spread the cool air across the room, it all disperses from a centralized source.”

“You think I care at this point?” Julian laughed. “Come on, let’s set it up in the bedroom. I want to sleep with at least a sheet covering me instead of wishing I could peel my skin off.”

“It’s already set up.” Garak said. “I figured out of the three rooms, the bathroom and small kitchen were unlikely candidates for its placement.”

“Were you also maybe hoping I would be extremely grateful once my naked body makes it to the bed?” Julian purred with a smirk.

“I didn’t know you were naked when I set up the unit.” Garak sighed. “I assure you, my intentions were only to make your stay here a bit more comfortable.”

[astormofships]

Pick Your Darling: Aly

“You think I'm pretty, without any makeup on. You think I'm funny, when I tell the punchline wrong. I know you get me, so I let my walls come down, down... Before you met me, I was alright but things were kinda heavy. You brought me to life, now every February you'll be my Valentine, Valentine...”

gif explanation: lmao this is not me reducing Cedric Diggory to a superficial hearttrob. I love this movie and wanted to use the Thriller dance scene. But then this gem appeared and it was perfect because this quote reminded me of you. His lack of clothes is irrelevant here, but Cedric would try to make you feel at ease -in general, not just in bed- and to me doesn’t seem as serious or intense as you are. I hope you understood what I wanted to say and that you will enjoy this Pick Your Darling xD

Ship name

Alydric, which could pass as a real name.

Meeting

Attending Hogwarts for the first time and at the same moment meant that you were eventually meant to share a few classes. That's how you knew who the other was but truly became friends in 4th year.

First impressions, the way it used to be before it became romantic

Cute boy surrounded by friends, reputation growing among students and teachers. Intelligent and athletic. Timid girl bravely standing up for people in need and possessing a strong sense of justice. Fiery, like the element of her house. People knew why you were a Gryffindor and not a Hufflepuff. Not that any of the four houses were not worthy, far from it. But it felt nice to remind them not to judge a book by its cover. It started with common friends, prompting salutations in the corridors, followed by proper conversations leading to bonding time. He was not shallow, nor too predictable. He was nice, patient and dependable. Cedric managed to calm you down or ground you like no one else. Your compassion, the way you saw him for who he was and not how he seemed to be was a quality he marvelled at. Don't get him started on your witty humor, he manifestly was amused and simply enjoyed laughing like most people did. He noticed that it was your defence mechanism and let it go, more often than not: if it helped, who was he to judge or accuse. Cedric made sure to insist once in a while that if you needed to talk, or needed anything, he would be there to listen or try to help if possible. In case you had forgotten or doubted going to him. You did it for him, so he wanted to return the favour. Worrying when you confronted someone for their uncalled for behaviour, he would never forget that one time when he had to physically get you away from one of these situations: A spell aimed in your direction, Cedric reflectively stood as a shield, protecting you both with a Protego. Casting a Petrificus Totalus for further safety against the other student, he took your hand and made you follow quickly before a teacher arrived. Grateful, honestly a little impressed but not going to admit it, you couldn't help but thank him although the Hufflepuff looked tense and stern. He responded by telling you to be more careful, tone softening as he added that he wouldn't let you get hurt if he could stop it. Ah, cue to Aly blushing.

Who took the first step

Cedric! He knew you were wary of romance after bad experiences, you told him so. But he longed to be with you, and his guts told him you might feel the same. That's why he decided to woo you, determined to show he had no desire to intentionally wound or mess around. Patience, trust and unmistakable affection was what it took to reach this goal. You were anxious, a little scared. But he was a friend, a good one, who turned out to be something more if the happiness felt when seeing his face or how often the wizard was on your mind were any indications. By the end of 5th year, a leap of faith was taken. A word to describe your 6th year? Romantic. And sensual, as you lost your virginity to each other. Imagine the dirty talk.

Who approves, who disapproves

Friends!

Jealous groupies?

The best friend and the one you get along with the least

Angelina Johnson. She finds you endearing with that famous call for goodness and justice. You soften her, and she gives you strength, stability. Long story short, you're a loyal duo protective of one another. You also admired the 4th year student Hermione Granger for creating S.P.E.W and joined the organization.

ANYONE!!!!!! who mistreats or hurts animals

Snobby Slytherins

If somebody else fancies one of you

George Weasley might have a fleeting interest. He would consider you a friend, of that I'm sure. You just don't leave him indifferent.

Girls and boys do find Cedric handsome, so...

The best and the worst

Mutual respect

You balance each other

Insecure about your looks, Cedric patiently and gladly tells you that he thinks you are beautiful, inside and out

You truly care about him, his reputation isn't what motivates you

Heart eyes

Cheering for him when the badgers didn't play against the lions, outfit and make-up matching their house's colours

Having your boyfriend clap the loudest when you sang in front of the entire school with the chorale

How he does not care that much about something deserving more acknowledgement, for example: excusing his friends' bullshit one too many. Like the whole Potter Stink badges. No longer a couple, this bullying did annoy you a lot.

You are emotional: add sharp temper and it can result in a too heavy or volatile mix

Remaining on civil terms after the break up, you tried to persuade him from entering the TriWizard Tournament but failed and feared to push in case he snapped or just ignored you. It's been years and a part of you still wished Cedric had renounced putting his name in the Goblet of Fire. It wasn't your fault and deep down, you knew it. Only Voldemort could be blamed.  

Hogwarts Houses

Fair and friendly, Cedric is a Hufflepuff. Idealist sticking up for the underdog, your place is in Gryffindor.

Seven Deadly Sins and Virtues

Cedric is Kindness and Sloth. The former is obvious but the latter could refer to the fact that sometimes, his grounded and partial nature could make him look idle and passive when he should act instead of remaining calm or relying on words.

You are Charity and Wrath. Again, obvious <3

Who is the sun, who is the moon

Popular, sportive, skilled and easily attracting attention, he would be the sun.

Emotive, kind-hearted, somehow shy and protective, you would be the moon.

Endgame or not

You broke up before the 7th year begun. Tragic fate following, poor guy.

Who I truly ship you with regardless of the request’s details

Regulus Black, for whom I hold a soft spot for. He treated his house-elf better than correctly and tried to destroy a Horcrux. If he had been from your generation I think the chemistry could have been interesting.