#and a bday gift in the same swing

[glampacked]

Sparks playing Philly three days after my birthday im

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GymRat!Miguel Part 5

content warning: very fluffy, PDA ➡️ something in which the reader is shy about and Miguel is hungry for, Miguel’s bday is 10/13 here, it gets suggestive so MINORS BEWARE, George O’Hara is NOT abusive in this story and he will be Mexican here idc idc idc, some mentions of food (deer meat at one point), some of the gym photos are white men (my deepest apologies, I just want y’all to have an idea of the pose 😔)

word count: 4.3k (just nod and smile. she's thicc like me😗)

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GymRat!Miguel who learns your schedule front to back. He’s always there to walk you to your classes and carry your heavy bags and purses. Sometimes he’ll meet you outside of your dorm, sometimes you’ll send him your location and he’ll come running. Now, you both walk into the lab building hand in hand and leave the building swinging hands. You used to despise those lovey-dovey couples who were stuck in their own world, but now you could understand them completely. They were still a little annoying, though.

GymRat!Miguel who makes a habit of sending you post workout pictures in the early mornings. His go-to poses are the worm’s eye under-chest, the standing mirror, the bench mirror, and the back mirror. The last one was specific to his dorm bathroom, too shy to take his shirt completely off. Your thorough praises made him feel warm, but sometimes you let more silly things slip.

“You could probably choke me with your thighs and I’d be thankful”

“Baby don’t say that. :(( I would never hurt you”

“Oh so you can want me to sit and lay on you but I can’t ask for the same? Wow. The double standards”

“That’s not fair. You should sit on me. I can take it and I want it. Thoroughly.”

“Oh! So you’re saying I’m not strong enough. Got it.”

“Baby I never said that!”

“Whatever Miguel 🙄”

“ㅜㅜ”

“You never answered me though. Will you sit on me?”

“Go get ready for class 😒”

“😞”

GymRat!Miguel who tells you that his birthday is coming up at the last minute possible. You berate him for telling you so late and kick yourself for not asking sooner, but you still manage to get a reservation at one of the fancy local restaurants.

You pull out all of the stops you could. A gift card from Smoothie King, a pair of slippers to match yours, the newest Final Fantasy game, and a muscle bunny keychain to match your muscle bear keychain. He was your big teddy bear, after all.

You handed him the gifts after the staff brought out a chocolate cake with sparklers on it while singing at the top of their lungs. The chocolate syrup read “Happy Birthday Miguel 🤎” around the plate.

Miguel’s smile got bigger as he took the gifts out one by one. He paused when he got to the cards: one a birthday card and the other a thick “open when…” manilla envelope.

The birthday card was simple and sweet. It was the other stuff you were worried about. You found these cute ideas about letters and notes to leave for your significant other. You had one for anger, sadness, needing a hug, sickness, boredom, and even one for wanting a kiss. You remember Jess walking in on you with your lips smashed against the cardstock, trying to get a bunch of kiss marks to cut out. She just sighed out a “young love” and carried on to her side of the room.

“It’s only been a short time since we’ve been dating, but Thanksgiving and Christmas break are coming up so I wanted to leave you with something for when you can’t reach me.”

Your heart is thumping as Miguel takes the cards out, reading their envelopes.

What you don’t expect is for Miguel to start crying.

You startle a bit, scared that the gift is awful, but he lets out a watery thank you, flustered from everything.

You quickly make your way to his side of the table and hug him. You wipe at his eyes and chuckle at his cuteness, telling him you were afraid he didn’t like it.

He shakes his head, breathes deep and slow to calm his emotions.

“No, I will definitely be using all of these. I really appreciate this. Everything. I’m not sure how you were able to do all of this, but I’m thankful that you did.”

You couldn’t take it. Here he was with dewey eyes and red tinting his cheeks. It was cuteness overload.

You face him towards you and lean forward, connecting his lips to yours.

GymRat!Miguel who stares at you stunned when you lean back. That was your first kiss with him. His first kiss with you and he was sitting here with his cheeks damp and nose sniffling away.

“I-” his heart picks up and he’s opening and closing his mouth. He was short circuiting.

“Can we- I mean if it’s ok, can we do that again?” Miguel stutters out.

You simply nod your head and lean in again, this time tilting your head.

The cards in Miguel’s hands drop to the table and his breathing stops. Your lips were soft and full. Another fraction of his dreams that were nothing compared to the real thing.

He could only hear his heartbeat and the soft jazz music in the restaurant when he let up for air.

This was definitely the best gift of the night.

GymRat!Miguel who doesn’t have the capacity to be embarrassed when the waiter comes and asks if you two need anything while he’s leaning down for another kiss.

He just got to kiss his dream girl. Who cares if the waiter saw him kiss you some more?

You jump when the waiter’s hands come close to you two as he picks up an empty dinner plate. You look to the waiter awkwardly to apologize and ask for the check.

This just makes Miguel want to pull you in his lap and kiss you as the entire staff goes by.

GymRat!Miguel who wants you to feed him bites of his cake. You happily agree, especially since he was the birthday boy. His eyes never leave you the whole time.

GymRat!Miguel who grabs the check before you can pick it up. He doesn’t want you to pay for the meal.

“Miguel, it’s your birthday. I picked the restaurant and reserved the seats,” you say a little whiney.

“But I want to pay for the dinner,” Miguel pouts as he holds the check out of your reach.

When he got like this, it was hard to change his mind.

“If you let me pay, I’ll give you another kiss.”

“Just one?” Miguel brings the check back to your level, squinting at you.

You sigh, “I’ll give you ten.”

“Deal.”

Miguel gives you the check with a giddy smile and you slap your card on it.

The kisses still don’t stop him from taking over the tip.

So stubborn.

GymRat!Miguel who texts Gabriel once he’s back in his dorm. He sends pictures of everything from the food to the cake to the gifts.

“Look at what my baby did for me 🤪”

“The same one you left at the party even tho you blew up my phone about her for weeks? 😕”

“Yes…I didn’t do it on purpose. Me and her talked about it already”

“jk jk it wasn’t your fault”

“No way she got you final fantasy. Dana barely got me a cupcake”

“This just proves that my gf is better”

“Tbf tho you and Dana are still in high school”

“Ohhhh my god. You turn one more year older than me and all of a sudden you have the wisdom of a sage. SHUT UP 😭”

“I’ll literally be in college next year”

“AND ANYWAY you’ve never shown me this so-called gf. How do Ik you haven’t gone insane?”

Miguel clicked the back of his teeth in annoyance. Peter walked by him with his eyebrow raised and Miguel just waved his hand.

He sent a picture he took of you from tonight. You looked amazing in that dress and your eyes were beautiful and deep. You were smiling at him from across the table.

“First you try to steal Dana from me and now you get her”

“It’s crazy how this world is so anti-Gabriel”

“What are you yapping about”

“And I didn’t take ANYTHING from you 🫵🏽”

“We were 6 and 7 and you couldn’t push her hard enough on the swings. When will you get over that?”

“It burns all the same”

“You should give me her number and I can let you experience that feeling”

“Gabriel.”

“Show her what a real O’Hara is like”

“Cabrón”

“You’re so lucky I’m not next to you right now”

“THE BIG C WORD?”

“I’m telling mom you called me that btw”

“All because I wanted to meet your gf ☹️”

“Bastard”

“I’M TELLING MOM YOU CALLED ME THAT! WTF?”

It wasn’t long before Miguel’s mom was calling his phone to berate him. He pressed the green button, air pushing out of his nose as his mom’s face filled up the screen.

Peter looked bug eyed as Conchata’s rapid fire words filled the room.

“Ma! That’s so not fair! Gabri called me a bastard!”

There was a quick pause as his mom made a face that he knew all too well. Miguel heard Gabriel yelp as a sandal made a loud impact with his skin.

Miguel heard Gabriel cry out as his mom took off her other shoe, ready to aim, “MIGUEL HAS A GIRLFRIEND!”

Miguel just threw his phone on the bed and groaned. He could hear Peter snickering from his desk.

“What girlfriend? Miguel! Where are you? Come back and answer me,” Conchata’s voice got louder and louder. “I can’t believe you two! You would think this distance meant that you two wouldn’t fight like you’re still sleeping in the same room.”

“We’re not fighting,” Gabriel said. He smirks as he gets in the camera next to his mom. “Miguel is still hiding things from you, though.”

Miguel picked the phone up again with a frown on his face. Gabriel just stuck his tongue out like the brat he was.

“Mijo, what’s going on?” his mom asked, concern in her voice. “First, it was the party and now this. Do you need to come home?”

“No, ma,” Miguel sighed. “Nothing is wrong. Everything is fine now. Great even.”

“Then why haven’t you told me about this girlfriend of yours?”

“We just started dating. It’s still very new,” Miguel chose his words carefully. Ever since his second seamster in high school, she’s been super sensitive towards him and his feelings. Knowing her, she might give you a hard time. He didn’t want that for you just yet. “I didn’t want to introduce you to her until we were more solid.”

“I think a girl that helps to organize the take down of a sorority in your honor is pretty solid,” Gabriel comments off camera.

“She did that?!” Conchata stares at Miguel with furrowed brows.

Miguel only nods, lips wound in a tight line.

“Oh well, mijo, I have to meet this girl!”

“I don’t think-”

“Let me know when she’s free to come home with you! Maybe over Thanksgiving?”

“Ma, she has her own family-”

“Ok I have to go now! I have to catch my shows. Call me more often or I’ll have to come up there!”

The room fell silent as the call ended and Miguel was met with his messages with Gabriel again.

“CHECKMATE!”

Miguel still wanted to throttle him.

GymRat!Miguel who’s super excited when Halloween comes and you want to wear couple costumes. He hasn’t done costumes since early middle school. Growing up meant realizing that some people your age want to grow up. Fast. No one wanted to dress up in silly costumes anymore or go trick-or-treating. Sure, the scary stories were fun but at that age, he wanted to eat candy all night, not teepee houses and run in the woods.

He’s hanging out on his bed chatting with Mary Jane and Peter while you get ready in the bathroom. The theater and art department collaborated together to host a costume party. This time, Miguel wouldn’t leave your side. Maybe if you had to pee, he would consider waiting awkwardly by the door. He didn’t want the same mistake to happen.

The two of you decide to go as Starfire and Nightwing grouping up with MJ and Peter who dress up as Raven and Beast Boy for a Teen Titans theme.

The costume is pretty tight but he has to admit, it looks great on his build.

You walk out of the bathroom with a cheery “I’m ready!”

It’s definitely not ideal that his suit is so tight.

The skirt is hugging your body in every which way. The cut-outs at your hips had his fingers twitching. To top it off, the diamond cut out for your chest left him internally screaming.

Peter whistled from his desk and MJ hollered about how good you looked. You smiled bashfully, doing a 360.

Miguel wanted to shove MJ and Peter out of the room to reenact what Starfire and Nightwing actually got up to when they were by themselves.

You walk up to him and flip your flaming hair back playfully.

“Do you like it?” you ask, peering up at him.

“I think he more than likes it,” Peter mumbles out in a stage whisper. MJ elbows him softly in the stomach.

Miguel spins you around, “Fuck yeah.”

Your laugh falls out of you, surprised at his curt reaction.

“Honestly, you two can go ahead to the party and we’ll just hang out here,” Miguel said, face as serious as ever as he wrapped himself around you from behind.

“No, no, no! You can do whatever you want after the party. Keep it in, buddy,” Peter says as he starts to guide everyone to the door.

Miguel keeps himself attached to you all night.

GymRat!Miguel who helps you bring your things to your car for Thanksgiving break. It’ll only be a week but he feels like he might not make it.

“You’ll see me again next Sunday, Miggy” you say to him as he’s bent over you with the biggest pout out ever.

“I’m still gonna miss you,” Miguel leans further with his forehead on yours. “Wish you could come with me.”

“Maybe over the winter break we can plan a time to meet outside of school.”

Miguel just sighs dramatically.

You decide to say fuck it and kiss him in the middle of the almost empty parking garage.

Miguel doesn’t let up now that you’ve given him an inch. He’s holding you by your hips, your face, your waist, anything to get closer. He moans a bit into your mouth as you open up.

You wrap your arms around his neck and whisper, “I really have to get on the road now, baby. And so do you.”

Miguel slumps as he guides you to your driver’s seat. You roll the window down and pucker your lips for another kiss.

Miguel obliges easily and asks, “Call me when you get there?”

“Of course,” you say.

He stands and watches you drive off, missing you already.

GymRat!Miguel who is almost knocked down when he opens the door to his home. Gabriel is wrapped around him like a koala, squeezing away.

Miguel laughs and rubs his back, relieved that he’s not heavy enough to knock him over.

“It’s good to see you too, Gabri,” Miguel laughs.

Conchata peaks around the corner and almost cries at the sight.

“My boys!” She coos while coming to the door. “George! Come help Miguel with his bags!”

Miguel waddles in with Gabriel still clinging to him. He’s glad to be home.

GymRat!Miguel who gets your call in the middle of Gabriel watching him play Final Fantasy. He pauses the game and runs to his room, Gabriel yelling at him to come back and unpause the game.

You tell that you made it home and that you’ll call him later.

You blow a kiss at the screen and he catches it with glee before you end the call.

Miguel is glad you left before Gabriel opens his door like that one big bird meme.

“Was that her?” he asks, voice excited. “Is she still on the phone?”

“Yes. No. Why are you eavesdropping like a creep?”

“I wasn’t eavesdropping! It just dawned on me a little too late that you left to go talk to her.”

“Whatever,” Miguel groaned. “Let’s just get back to the game.”

“You know you can’t hide her from me forever, right?” Gabriel says, skipping next to Miguel.

“I’m not trying to. But you being a weirdo will make me want to.”

Conchata passes by them with a laundry basket on her hip, “Who’s hiding something?”

“Nobody!” Both Miguel and Gabriel shout in her direction and run back to their game.

Conchata rolls her eyes and continues to her bedroom.

GymRat!Miguel who becomes overwhelmed on Thanksgiving Day. It’s as if every close and distant relative was here. The first floor was full of people. As much as Miguel puts on, he’s never been an much of an extrovert.

He’s up in his room taking a breather. He pulls out one of the cards you gifted him. The one for when he missed your kisses.

He opens and pulls out a letter. There’s instructions on it.

“Each shade is for a different feeling!”

There was a cute chibi doodle of you kissing him on the cheeks at the bottom of the letter. He saw that there was a shade for nervousness/being overwhelmed.

He pulls out a polaroid of you and opens the bag of glossy paper kisses. He flips one and it reads, “Breathe slow and steady 10 times. Kiss me when you’re done.”

He does as you say and brings the paper to his lips. It even smells like you. Sweet. Fruity.

He smiles to himself and takes out one more.

GymRat!Miguel who finally lets Gabriel talk to you on Friday.

“He can be a bit annoying. I’m warning you now,” Miguel says.

“Don’t say that, Miggy. He’s your brother! He’s allowed to bother you at least a little. ”

Miguel yells for Gabriel to come in and he’s running to snatch Miguel’s phone.

“Hi! My name is Gabriel, the better O’Hara. It’s so nice to finally meet you!”

“Oh my gosh,” Miguel watches as you gasp. “It’s like another Miguel!”

Miguel snickers as Gabriel groans loudly in annoyance.

“I don’t look like him. He looks like me!” Gabriel pouts.

“Well, you both sport that same O’Hara pout.”

Gabriel and you chat for a long time. Miguel had to cut the conversation short when Gabriel started to tell embarrassing stories from their childhood.

“Alright, you’re done,” Miguel says and snatches the phone back.

“Aw, but we were just getting to the good stuff!”

“Yeah!” you say. “I wanna know how you messed up the science lab in middle school!”

“Nuh uh, Gabri is running his mouth too much. Get out.”

“I can’t wait to see you in person!” Gabriel shouts as Miguel pushes him towards the door. “You can meet my girlfriend too! She’ll love you!”

“I can’t wait,” you say, laughing as Miguel struggles to detach Gabriel’s fingers from the doorway.

GymRat!Miguel who talks to you on the phone until you fall asleep. You look adorable as you’re blissful to the outside world. Your cheek is squished on your pillow.

He has the urge to bite it like it’s mochi.

“Buenas noches, mi amor,” he whispers before he closes his eyes, falling asleep to the sound of your breaths.

He didn’t know that you were still partially awake to hear him.

GymRat!Miguel who picks you up and spins you around after the break. You squeal in shock, surprised that he could pick you up in the first place.

“Baby, I lift much heavier weights at the gym. This is nothing,” Miguel stares at you as if you have two heads when you comment on it.

You’re in a daydream the rest of the day because of that fact.

GymRat!Miguel who joins you on your late study nights in the library closer to finals. You two always sit at one of the tables hidden by the giant bookshelves.

It was nice and cozy. Quiet and roomy.

It was also a great place to makeout.

Every time you got a set of flashcards memorized, Miguel would pull you in his lap and devour you with kisses. It was a great motivation and a welcomed distraction.

It always ended up getting a little too heated and Miguel would have to excuse himself to go to the bathroom.

Sometimes you would feel so delirious that you wanted him to stay so you could crawl under the table and take care of his problems for him.

That was definitely the multiple late nights talking.

GymRat!Miguel who is super bummed out by the time Christmas break starts because you two can’t find a proper time to meet.

You have to visit several other family member’s houses and his biological dad wants his family to join him and his family at some ski resort before the week of Christmas.

George O’Hara was not turning down a free vacation.

You told him to cheer up and enjoy the snow and jacuzzis. Miguel couldn’t help but to think that the jacuzzi would be better with you on top of him in it.

And when Gabriel annoys him, he didn’t mind all that much because that was his baby brother whom he loves dearly. It was when Kron, his step-brother, would run his mouth that Miguel would seriously get annoyed.

He’s been competing with Miguel ever since he caught on to the fact that his dad had a secret love child.

Right now though, he was pissing Miguel off.

First, it was fighting Miguel over a snowboard. Then, it was taking the last elk burger and not even finishing it. Next, trying to knock him off balance right as he got off of the ski lift.

It was as if he was 8 and not 20.

His final straw was when he was being a dick towards Gabriel. All Gabriel was trying to do was bring them together and Kron cursed at him.

Even Miguel doesn’t tell Gabriel to fuck off.

“What is up with you? Don’t cuss at him. He didn’t do anything to you,” Miguel unlocks himself from his snowboard, ready to leave.

“It’s ok, Migs,” Gabriel held his hand out, knowing how this could end.

“No it’s not. He’s been nothing but a dickhead to you, to us, this entire trip. I’m sick of it. Go be annoying somewhere else, Kron.”

“Dad,” Miguel shouts out. Both George and Tyler looked over at him in concern. Miguel didn’t feel like directing himself towards a specific person. “I’m going to the room, I’ll be back down for dinner.”

Tyler wanted to run after him. George was eyeing Tyler for even reacting to Miguel’s cries. Nancy and Conchata just stood in confusion.

“He, uh, he probably just needs a breather. Maybe he’ll talk to his girlfriend!” Gabriel said trying to lighten the mood.

“Girlfriend? What girlfriend? I didn’t hear about any girlfriend,” Tyler says, saddened that he was being left out.

“Shit,” Gabriel mumbled to himself.

“You don’t live in our home, Tyler. Of course you don’t know,” George says, a bit peeved.

“What George means to say is that it’s all new. Fresh! Even I haven’t met the girl,” Conchata slides in matter of factly.

“Tyler should know her, being that she was the one who emailed him with our son’s case,” George grumbled out.

Tyler turned to Gabriel, “Jessica?”

“Uh, no.”

Tyler then says your name with a fondness. As if he knew you like an old friend. “She was quite compelling with her words!”

“So the two of you know of her and I still don’t even know what she looks like. I never thought this day would come,” Conchata held her gloved hand over her forehead like she was about to faint.

“Why don’t we host a small dinner next year? We can get to know her that way,” Nancy chimes in.

“Guys, I really don’t think that’s necessary-”

“Nonsense, Gabriel. If this girl was willing to do something so brave for Miguel we have to meet her,” Tyler grips Gabriel’s shoulder tight. A grip that could rival his brother’s.

“That’s a great idea, Tyler! Nice co-parenting move!” Conchata holds her fist out for him to bump. He does it proudly and they walk towards one of the cabins while Nancy follows behind, discussing dinner ideas.

George only scoffs and stomps off to his room mirroring Miguel’s mannerisms.

Gabriel was screwed once Miguel finds out.

GymRat!Miguel who waits until Christmas night in his bedroom to open the gift you sent to him. He smiles at your cute message and unfolds the paper to so much. It’s a Spider-man lego mask, a customized hoodie with a doodle of you and him, two picture frames with the two of you from his birthday dinner and the Halloween party, and some polaroids that you warned him to look at by himself later.

His breath shuttered as he took him in. They were all of you in your dorm room. They started off innocent. You were smiling, laughing, staring at the camera. Then they got a little more explicit.

You had on a tank top with no bra. Your cleavage was on display. Some showed your entire body on the bed. Some showed your torso and hips, curvy and full.

Miguel felt faint.

His final straw was the last picture in the stack. It was a picture of you from behind, “Merry Christmas XX” written in cursive across the top. You had on briefs but your ass was still readable, peaking out from the bottom. There was an arch in your back as you looked over your shoulder seductively. What a tease.

You were going to send him to an early grave. And who took these pictures?

All Miguel remembers was shuddering, hips lifting off the bed as he held one of pictures high. He had to bite his shirt as to not startle the entire house.

After he cleans up, he spreads the pictures across his bare chest and clicks a photo with a lazy yet satisfied smile.

You respond back with voice memos, so happy that he loved his gift. You also send some sounding a bit needy.

Miguel calls you and talks with you all night.

This Christmas wasn’t so bad after all.

dividers by: @plutism 🩵

a/n: This one was really fun to write!! I dove deep into my lover girl brain for this. Like full on immersing myself into the reader’s position. I hope you enjoyed! 🩵

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[accio-victuuri]

all the cpn for wyb’s 27th birthday part two 🎉💕

oh hello there. we are now on part ii of this clowning session and i’m gonna just put this here because i think it speaks for itself. p1 is xz’s bday post from last year and p2 is bobo’s for this year. see the similarities? the composition of the shot, their silhouette and it’s like you can’t see anything for miles. they really have the same braincell. twin flames. i’m sure wyb must have much cooler shots of himself with all the places he’s been and what he’s done. why not him car racing? or photos from his time abroad? playing tennis? why this?

and that emoji he used, it’s like yeah i’m cool and also joking with xz. look, my photo looks like yours from last year gege 😎

we don’t even have to try and reach that much, it’s literally in our face. it’s so szd!

now let’s look at the other much less obvious clues

the yibo-official short video. i was honestly expecting a photoset from them at 10 or 10:30 but i was wrong lol. i’m surprised they posted at 11:55, cause we are sensitive with 55. i have to say that it’s so cuteeee and i like the details that were magnified. also the probability of yibo spending his special day camping and enjoying himself is giving me so much joy! ^^

but who do we know also spent their bday last year camping? with his literal cake in a camping theme?

i mean.. come on! why is it always them? 😂😂😂 there just too many coincidences. it has always been their thing but coming up as themes for this bday is next level.

what seems to be a snowy mountain at the back? 👀

let’s add some more observations.

the panther who seems to be singing and on a swing which is a nice addition! hahahahahaha! the panther is supposed to be cool but singing makes it more real. the cake with green and red and the body looks to be yellow? what a nice combination! the helmet inside the tent! that reminds us of when xz gifted wyb a helmet. and the photo of wei ruolai! it’s a common cpn that xz really likes the character of lai lai <3

EDIT: there are also 27 fallen leaves! 🍃 kinda like the 29 light bulbs in GG’s bday art before. this level of detail is something else!

lastly, i will talk about this tag. right now as of writing, it’s #3 on entertainment HS. which is really high considering we are competing with hundred flowers award and olympics tags.

i don’t think this is the time to get technical on what age is who blah blah blah blah. it’s already there. i can see a certain group of people foaming at the mouth because of this, but if they are so angry, then maybe they can work harder in posting for the other bday tag. anyway, i see this one as a really sweet tag. it’s been years and both of them have come a long way. the same also applies to the the fandom. 💛

yibo will grow up slowly and appreciate his life, xz will always be there beside him 🌸

P.S: PART ONE IS HERE IF YOU HAVEN’T READ IT YET ✨✌🏼

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So it's my birthday today, and I originally wanted to try out the microfic challenge for this month's prompt - cake, but this drabble definitely got away from me! So, please enjoy this little Steddie bday gift to me and to everyone else in the fandom ❤️

🎂🎂🎂

Eddie wipes his cheek with the crook of his arm, as he pours the finished batter into the first greased cake pan on the counter. His shirt sleeve comes away from his face dusted with the same flour that covers almost every inch of the Harrington's kitchen.

Robin turns a page of the open cookbook on the counter, her eyes scan down the page, "the icing recipe is on this page, did you take the butter out?"

Eddie groans loudly and as he pours the rest of the batter into the second pan, knowing that the other block of butter is still sitting in the fridge on the top shelf.

"If you didn't remember, what makes you think I did," he grumbles, running his pointer finger along the edge of the now empty bowl before popping a large dollop of batter into his mouth.

It's perfect, and Steve deserves nothing but perfect.

Steve who confided in Robin that he hadn't had a birthday cake since he was twelve years old, let alone anything made from scratch.

Made with love.

Not that Steve needs to know that…or Robin for that matter.

Eddie hazards a quick glance at the clock on the stove, they should have time to give everything a wipe down before--

"Guys?" A voice calls out as the front door unlatches and swings open.

Robin whirls around in a panic, grabbing to recipe book and tossing it into the cupboard beneath the sink while Eddie picks up the mixing bowl and shoves the rest of the dirty dishes into the sink.

"Their shoes are still here," the voice continues, soft and contemplative this time as Eddie turns too quickly, colliding with Robins side.

He fumbles with the mostly clean mixing bowl in his hands, watching as it slips through his fingers and clatters loudly across the floor, flinging chocolate batter across the tile and baseboards before rolling to a stop beside a pair of socked feet.

Eddie looks up from the feet to see Steve standing in the kitchen entrance with a bewildered expression on his face.

He's in the middle of taking off his Family Video vest. Steve's shirt rises to reveal a slim patch of skin, his eyes shift from the bowl, to Eddie, before landing eventually on the oven.

"Well…it looks like you two had a busy afternoon," Steve says slowly as his mouth curls into a fond grin that makes his eyes crinkle at the corners. He pulls at the bottom of his shirt, stealing the hint of golden skin that has Eddie practically drooling in the kitchen.

God he's so unfairly pretty it hurts.

Eddie barks out a laugh and steps forward to block the view of the two pans on the counter.

"You know what they say about idle hands," Eddie laughs, his voice tinged with panic as he wiggles his fingers. He winces even as he says it and quickly drops his hands, god could he be any more of an ass?

He spots Robin standing to the side with clear panic on her face, mouthing the words, 'Get Him Outta Here' with wide eyes.

And, well, never let it be said that Eddie Munson couldn't think on the spot.

Steve tries to walk further into the kitchen as he drapes his vest on the island, "okay, you two are being more weird than normal what's--"

It's like Eddie moves on instinct, his hands dart out to cup Steve's cheek and the back of his neck, pulling him into a kiss.

Steve's startled gasp is muffled by Eddie's mouth as he walks them backwards until Steve is over the threshold and back in the living room once more.

Steve is frozen, tense, against Eddie and shit, he can't believe he tried this shit, he's so getting punched for this.

But then, Steve seems to relax slightly as he crowds closer into Eddie's space. His lips part as Steve breathes out a low moan.

Two broad hands come up to circle Eddie's hips, they squeeze once as Steve slots a leg between Eddie's own.

And holy shit, Eddie feels his brain go offline as Steve takes charge of the kiss, walking them backwards until Eddie is pressed against the wall of the living room.

It's good, so good, it's like something out of his dreams, the hot slide of lips against his own as Steve nips at his bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth to sooth the bite with his tongue.

"Fuck," it's Eddie's turn to moan this time as Steve pulls back slightly to run his nose along the crest of Eddie's cheek. Steve's right hand is splayed beside his head, against the wall, while the other rises to thread long fingers into Eddie's curls.

"You taste like chocolate," Steve hums softly against Eddies lips, "good choice for birthday cake".

Eddie winces, surpressing a groan, "Shit, you saw the pans?"

Steve laughs as he pulls back further and lifts his hand away from the wall to gesture behind him at the foyer.

"I mean, I saw the birthday bag and decorations you two left at the door?"

"God Dammit!" Robin yells from the kitchen; Steve snorts at the string of muttered expletives she continues to spout and shakes his head.

"I wasn't expecting a birthday kiss though," Steve continues after a beat, a small crease in the middle of his brow grows the longer he looks at Eddie with nervous eyes.

Oh.

It's Eddie's turn to grin now, he snags a handful of hair to pull over his face, hiding the pink flush he can feel spreading from his cheeks to his ears.

"Oh yeah, I mean, that was just a sample, see if you, uh, liked it or not," Eddie says softly. He steps closer, emboldened by the way Steve's breath hitches.

"I did," Steve whispers, "like it, I mean, a lot," a light pink flush rises in his cheeks to match Eddie's own blush.

"Ugh, get a room dingus,preferably one not in hearing range," Robin yells again, the sound of the oven door opening and closing punctuates her words, "cake'll be at least half an hour anyway".

"Is the rest of gift upstairs?" Steve asks slyly with a grin.

Eddie's head tilts as he processes the question, until Steve cocks an eyebrow and his eyes dart towards the stairs, then back to Eddie in one fluid motion.

Eddie swallows harshly and nods vigorously as Steve takes his hand, "Yes, jesus, it's supposed to be your birthday not mine".

"Best one I've had in awhile," Steve says softly before leading Eddie up the stairs and towards his room.

Robin's voice trails after them, exasperated but fond, "you assholes owe me, happy birthday you horn-dog".

Eddie can't help but laugh as they cross the landing and open the door.

This wasn't the surprise he and Robin had initially intended; but as he watches Steve walk backwards until his knees hit the plaid bedspread, Eddie can't help but feel that this was much better than he'd planned.

Perfect even.

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[yueisyum]

Can i ask for a short smut for jeno’s bday special🫣

Yes you can 🤗

“Baby? I’m home!” Jeno calls from the front door, flicking his shoes off as fast as possible. The whole way home he was cursing his company for having him work on his birthday. Even if he did have fun filming a “birthday special,” he wanted to spend his day with his favorite person- his girlfriend, the love of his life, you. However, he starts doubting that possibility when he doesn’t hear your sweet voice call back to him.

He doesn’t bother hanging his bag up, instead carelessly dropping it next to his shoes on the floor. “Baby? Y/n?” his voice almost echos in the apartment. Poking his head into the kitchen, it’s almost the same as when he left it. A far part in his mind began believing you’ve forgotten that this his “special day” but when he heard a door swing open, the shower running, and the sound of your wet feet hitting the ground as you speed down the hallway, he allowed his mind to relax.

It all happened so fast, when his eyes finically land on you, he sees you’re wearing one if his shirts, it’s soaking wet, along with your hair- and the rest if your body. Soap sliding down your let’s as you almost wattle up to him. You must’ve struggled out of the shower once you heard him calling for you, and he can’t help but find that absolutely adorable. He takes a note to scold you about running with wet feet later.

“Sorry, I was in the shower” he can’t even begin to explain how he’s feeling right now. His shirt is big on you, (of course) covering your body down to your thighs, except the shirt is soaking and sticking to your body. So he can happily see all of your beautiful curves. He chuckles before responding “Yeah I can see that love, you didn’t have to get out of the shower-“

“-I didn’t see you this morning, so I never got to wish you a happy birthday. And god would kill me if I just sent you a text” you explain, your hands holding yourself due to the cold. Before he has a chance to urge you back into the bathroom, you cut him off. “Happy birthday! I would give you a hug baby, but I’m soaking, you wanna kiss instead ?” You ask, puckering your lips for him. Jeno can only laugh, leaning in to place a peck on the corner of your mouth. “I hope you still had a good day, I bought a cake and everything just in case you had to work all da-”

“Thank you baby, I had a good day, I got to blow out candles and everything” he exaggerates, widening his eyes with a smile. “Wow really? More than one candle? You must of had a blast huh?” You play along, not bothering to hide the smile on your face. “Can I join you in the shower?” He asks.

You take a moment to ponder, making sure to be as dramatic as possible at such a request from your boyfriend. “Like… me and you both in the shower?” You point to yourself then back to him.

He nods, already catching on to your little bit. But he doesn’t mind, actually, he finds it cute. “Yeah..”

“As in like.. both of us.. naked” you continue, this time earning a chuckle from him as he admires you. “Yup, barebacked” he closes his eyes, and nods to emphasize his statement.

Your smirk drops and you deadpan at him. “It was going so well… why did you have to say it like that?” Almost whining, you stomp your wet feet on the wood causing drops of water to fall from your body, Jeno can only giggle in response. His hands find your wet waist. Pulling you into his body, not bothering about his own clothes. The two of you share a moment of silence, admiring his face and his stupid smile while his hands pull you impossibly close. “Is the water hot yet?”

“I wouldn’t have gotten in if it wasn’t.” You give him another smile before your thoughts interrupt the moment. “So… does this count as a birthday gift?” Your hands find his chest, resting them on his bicep. “Depends. You gonna wash me?”

“What are you a baby?”

“Im your baby.”

You give a lighthearted scoff. When he leans in for another kiss you don’t stop him, instead you embrace him, his lips are warm and comforting, and his arms aren’t any different. They unsurprisingly begin to roam your body, his big hands grabbing a hold of any skin he can. And his lips find your jaw.

“So pretty” he mumbles into your neck, exhaling and inhaling your sent. “Jeno?” You call him, but you’ve already lost him, his hands pushing the arch of your back into him. When he teases at your sweet spot, you decide that this isn’t all bad, and your hands find his hair. “So tiny” he groans in responds to the light pull of his hair.

“Jeno?”

“Hm?”

“Aren’t we going to shower?”

“Forget the shower love, let’s go to the bedroom, yeah?”

He finally pulls away from your neck, getting a good look at the mark he knows will become more evident later. “I’m soaking wet jeno” you laugh at his ridiculous suggestion while he licks at his lips, this actions making you squeeze your thighs together.

“I bet you are” before you can even slap him for that stupid joke, his hands slide down below your ass, lifting you up despite the slipperiness of your skin. “The sheets will get soaked, and we’ll have to wash them” you try to argue and he makes his way to the bedroom. “Don’t worry your pretty little head, I’ll wash them” he reply’s simply, as if nothing will get in the way of what he wants right now.

You

“The shower is still running, the water bill-“

“-I’ll go turn it off.” You are dropped into the bed, your body bouncing a couple times before you find your balance. Once you have, jeno has already returned from turning off the water, closing the door to the room behind him.

“-a-are you serious?!” You can’t help but giggle, his eagerness is only making you more horny, you’ll admit it. His hands find the hem of his shirt and he pull the fabric over he head and tossing it to the ground. “What? Im the birthday boy”

Nerd

As jeno climbs onto the bed, he doesn’t fail to find the hem of his your own shirt, while keeping eye contact with you. “Lay back.” You do as he says (of course) leaning back as the shirt is discarded from your skin, leaving you naked under him “Yes sir” you joke, biting your lip. He throws the shirt so it lays along the floor with his own.

“Baby, if you leave that wet for to long it will start to smell, so make sure-“

“-i know, I know love, relax” Jeno’s hands caress your face, placing another kiss on your temple. “I’ll take care of it.” You don’t stop the smile from taking over your features. Jeno leans back, unbuckling his jeans, as he does, you admire his body. His abs, his arms, his hands, and the way he’s looking at you. When he gets his jeans off, he climbs back over you. For some reason, you feel a lot more nervous then you usually would be.

His gaze on you seemed ten times more intimate then usual. “Where do you wanna start?” He questions, absentmindedly squeezing at your thighs, making it harder for you to focus. “It’s your birthday, where do you want to start?”

Jeno takes in your shaky response, the way your chest is rising and fall a bit too quickly and despite just getting out the water, your skin is hot to the touch. There’s no panic in your eyes, but jeno can tell your feeling a bit overwhelmed.

“Relax baby, I’m serious” his tone lowers, soft and caring, And you wonder how on earth you’re supposed to relax when he talks to you like that. “I’m relaxed” you defend, finally allowing your hands to wrap around his head.

Another moment of silence takes over you two, he waits until your breathes are even before leaning in to kiss you again. Slower and softer then before. His hand gently cups your breast, playing with skin in his hand, And you wonder how many times he has to go easy on you because you’re so sensitive-

His fingers have already found your folds, his middle and ring finger lightly play with them, slowly until he’s found your clit. Your breath hitches for just a moment at the feeling of his hands exactly where you need them. “So fucking perfect” he repeats his earlier actions of travelling down your jaw to your neck. Not leaving one area of skin untouched. When he reaches your tits, he takes your nipple into his mouth, causing you to lightly moan. leaning your head back for him. he allows his finger to slip into you, causing a another breathless moan to leave your lips. Jeno’s tongue flicks over your nipple a couple times before he adds another finger. “Are you okay?” He asks lifting his head from your chest. Realizing you’ve been quiet the entire time, you give him a nod. “Of course”

The warm smile you give him is contagious, his body relaxes at the response, sending you the same smile to calm the both of you. “I’m gonna finger you baby, okay? So lift your legs”

You hate that he has to say it so bluntly, but lift your knees nonetheless, spreading your legs for him to adjust between them. “Good girl”

His voice is low, and his gaze finds yours once again- He knows what he’s doing- asshole

But you can’t complain because you know he can see your smile, and his stupid smirk grows in satisfaction. “You like that hm? Me calling you a good girl?”

“Shut up”

His face recoils playfully, “Oo how can I call you a good girl when you’re being so bad?” he begins laughing before he even finishes the sentence, and you only role your eyes while holding back your own laughter. Another kiss settles the mood back into place, and his fingers pick up in speed. They’re long and thicker than your own, reaching places you couldn’t. He continues, hitting just the right spots that make your toes curl, But he stops, just when it starts getting good. This happens about two more times before you whine, lightly slapping at his chest and closing your legs around his arm.

“Baby! Please”

“I know, I just got to prep you-“

“I’m prepped! Promise” you whine.

“So needy” he cocks his head to the side, pocking the inside of his cheek with his tongue. But he’s not really complaining- how could he? His girlfriend is almost begging him to fuck her-

Anyway, jeno pulls away his hand, sucking on both fingers while readjusting himself between you. The sight has you pooling.

Sexy motherfucker

“Alright love, open” he taps you thighs and you open your legs as he situates himself, pulling himself from his boxers. Angry red and twitching, you wonder why he’s been so persistent on taking our time when he’s that hard- His hands warps around his length, giving it a few long strokes. He’s thick, even for his own hands, tapping at your entrance, he allows your hole to swallow him in.

“God- I’ve been thinking about you all day” he shamelessly admits. jeno doesn’t waste a moment, falling to hover over you and continuing to push himself into your hole. Stretching and stuffing you full of his cock.

The feeling was filling and a bit painful, but so satisfying nonetheless. “Wanna know what I wished for when I blew out the candles?”

You adjust yourself to him before responding, shifting your body down and holding into his arms for dear life. “The wish won’t come true if you tell me baby”

He chuckles, causing movement inside of you, and pleasure climbing up your spine. “It already has” his forehead rests on yours with the same stupid smile of his face, it’s only making you more and more giddy. “So cheesy” you breathlessly laugh.

Jeno begins to slowly roll his hips into you, you can feel every vein and curve of him as he does. “I don’t know, I thought that was pretty clever”

“It was cliché”

“So your not flattered?”

“I’m honoured”

His thrusts pick up, setting an easy rhythm. You hum every time you feel a stretch, and he’s right along with you. His right hand finds a strand of hair on your face and gently guide it away from your eyes. “Is this good?”

You can’t help but fall apart around him. “Mhm” you respond, biting at your lip.

“Yeah? It’s good baby?” He coos, allowing a small whine to escape his lips.

“It’s good” you moan, resting your arms on his shoulders. His pace begins to quicken and his hands rests at your hip. His hand occasionally squeezes at the skin, probably earning a couple small love bruises. Every now and then he’ll slow down, making use not to cum too quickly.

Your sweating, panting as you whole body jerks with his movements. Small nothings leave his lips every now and then when he hits the right angle. But once he’s found a place l, he begins to pound into you. Leaning you lost in pleasure, you limbs going limp as he holds you.

“You aren’t close already are you princess?” he teases with a smile, when your body slightly jerks into him.

“No”

Yes you were, only god knows how- but you were. Feeling as if a fire was ignited in your abdomen, you try to stretch you legs out to adjust, only causing his to hit deeper.

“Oh god-“ you whimper, arching off the bed and into him. “It’s okay baby, I got you.” Jeno reassures, lifting your thighs until the touch your stomach. “There we go, this Better?”

“Yes” your try to respond, but it only comes out as a broken whisper. You are fluttering around him, making it harder for him to keep a controlled pace. He’s desperately pumping into you now, once again connecting his lips with yours. “You feel so good” he mumbles before biting at your lip, too much is happening so you take it upon yourself to close your eyes and brace for impact.

“Wanna cum inside you baby, I want to feel you suck me in”

Usually you’d be upset with how lewd he’s talking but his words only guide you closer to you climax. “You gonna let me baby? Since it’s my birthday?”

Even if it wasn’t your probably would’ve said yes, how couldn’t you. But for the plot of course- “I thought I already made your candle wish come true?” He laughs, but it quickly turns into a moan as his hips stutter. “I wished you be good for me all night”

“Is that so?”

“It is”

Your body shudders and he jerks into you. “So tight- please baby” your gut tightens and he’s pulsing.

“Shit, cum inside me jeno”

And with that, his head falls into the crock of your neck, and he releases inside of you. The back of your neck burns as your own climax hits, clawing at his back with his name on your lips.

Both still yourselfs to calm your breathes. You legs fall to your sides and he kisses your temple. “Aren’t you supposed to say happy birthday after sex?” He breaks the silence, pulling away just enough to see your pretty, decked face.

You pretend to think for a moment. “Only in movies…” you begin, lifting your head to give him a kiss, “..but if you say please-“

“Please?”

You giggle again, bitting your lip as he touches your nose to his. “Happy birthday baby”

Another long loving kiss is shared before he pulls out. “Round two in ten minutes?”

The snort you let out was almost comical, “you need a whole ten minutes!? What are you getting too old for multiple rounds?“ you whines when he playfully punches your thigh. “You were the one shaking”

“You were shaking too-“

Note: did not spell check! Also sorry if it seems rushed, I tried to take my time on it!!

Next couple weeks will be the last of my “absent-ness”? - basically I’ll be back on here like normal soon

[girlboypersonthingy]

Hii!! I've noticed you haven't posted in a while and I wondered if you we're feeling okay.

If you can, could you write a pidge x fem reader on a birthday? Like what reader would for pidge's birthday or what pidge would so for reader's birthday. Either or both would be great since there aren't a lot of pidge fics around 😭😭😭

Thanks so much if you end up writing this!!

YESSSSSSS PIDGE IS SO BABY I LOVE HERRRR 🥹 obvi im gonna do both scenarios! Also, thanks for your concern, anon. 2023 started great and then the second half of the year just felt way too chaotic and overwhelming. I lost my motivation to write for a minute there. Still trying to get back into the swing of it. Anywaysssss ENJOY~

Pidge’s Birthday

Honestly, this babe would be so grateful to just have everyone on the team, you included, wish her a happy birthday at some point throughout the day.

Pretty much any gesture made after that would really make her special day even more special

And then you get/make her gifts and maybe even get everyone to very annoyingly sing her happy birthday and you and Hunk work really hard to make her a cake and-

And maybe you even give her a birthday kiss on the cheek or on her nose and she thinks she might just pass away rn

She feels very appreciated and seen.

This might just be me projecting and self-inserting here but I think Pidge would have a love hate feeling towards her birthday bc it lowkey hurts her feelings when ppl she’s close to don’t remember her bday bc I just know she always remembers everyone else’s and always wishes them a happy bday.

Like c’mon! Just shoot her a text at least!

Matt definitely gives her birthday punches every. single. year. Sorry just had to add that in here.

You can join in if you want but Pidge may feel a bit betrayed

If you decide to fight Matt and protect your girl instead, she’ll be cracking up laughing as she watched you two idiots goof off.

Probably tears up a tiny bit when everyone gathers in the same room to sing her happy birthday bc she feels so important but if you ask her if she’s crying she’ll for sure deny it.

Definitely wants to spend some alone time with you at the end of the day. Cuddles, playing video games in the darkness of her messy room, soft giggles and light blushes as you two share gentle lingering touches.

Thanks you profusely for caring enough to treat her so well on her bday

Reader’s Birthday

So if she knows when your birthday is ahead of time, she’ll totally take her time putting together some awesome birthday plans for your special day.

If she ends up finding out that your birthday is only a few days away, best believe she is running around like a wild beast, basically begging every other team member to help her put something decent together in just a couple days.

She looks so calm and chill on the outside, but inside she’s screaming and panicking and freaking out.

Tries her best, regardless of time restraints, to make your day completely stress free, fun and exciting.

Probably ends up doing some pretty simple things for you like helping Hunk make a cake, putting up some cheesy decorations, waking you up with breakfast and coffee in bed, getting everyone together to sing to you

BUT she makes sure that even these typical birthday gestures are just perfect for you.

Takes her time with the cake, even nitpicking Hunk as he tries to decorate the cake with icing.

Basically threatens anyone Keith who doesn’t want to join the happy birthday singing bc she’ll be damned if anyone is missing as they all swoon over you and watch you blush at their song.

Definitely makes you some cool tech gift like a little bot that follows you around and protects you or a cool little gadget you can listen to music on

Asks you at least 4,592 times throughout the day if you’re having fun, enjoying your day, feeling okay. She’s so sweet and considerate

She for sure wants to give you a bday kiss but baby girl is so so nervous, she can’t bring it up to you.

Doesn’t even have to be a kiss on the lips although she wouldn’t mind she just wants to give you at least one small show of affection before the end of the day.

Yeah, she holds your hand and gently rubs your back a few times throughout the day but that’s stuff she normally does so today, on your birthday, she wants to take it just a tad bit further

And you bet your ass she’s gonna ask you first bc consent is sexy okay?

“(Y/N)?” Her voice is shaky as she sits on her bed beside you.

“Yes?” And now the intense eye contact and heavy silence makes you both start panting.

“Can I kiss you?” Her pretty eyes are moving rapidly as she searches your face for any hint of protest and her own face is twisted up with anticipation.

You don’t even have to reply, just lean in and kiss the girl already!

It’s probably the simplest but ABSOLUTE BEST birthday you’ve ever had 💚

[turnthemasunder-if]

I have a NSFW question, so please be aware! *Kisses Maria's forehead and quickly leaves the room before she murders me*

Thank you.

Well Happy advance Bday Gift from me Friend! So I decided to make this snippet very cute and corny at the same time. I hope you enjoyed it :) Also sing along lol.

(Maria's POV)

Maria's body trembled with exertion as she pushed herself to the limits of her physical and mental strength. Beads of sweat dripped from her furrowed brow, mingling with the sharp sting of determination in her eyes. Every breath she took was a battle cry, fueling the fire burning within her.

The silver sticks in her hands felt weightless, an extension of her very being. With each swing, they sliced through the air with a swiftness that defied comprehension. The clashing of metal reverberated through the training room, a symphony of power and precision. Maria's muscles screamed in protest, but she ignored their pleas, channeling her pain into every strike.

Her senses were heightened, the smell of sweat and leather filling her nostrils, mingling with the metallic tang of anticipation. The room seemed to pulse with energy, the air charged with electricity. She could taste victory, tantalizingly close, as she danced through the intricate steps of her training routine.

Then she brought the sticks together and extending it into a staff, twirling it faster and faster in her fingertips before bringing it behind her back and settling into a stance. She swept her arms out and slammed the staff onto the floor, creating a resounding thud that seemed to shake the entire room.

She leaned close, eyes darting to her side, body taut and tensed. Something was wrong, a creeping dread settling in the pit of her stomach. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end, then the door to the training room burst open and figure came rushing in and closing it behind them. "Tarnish?" she asked curious and concerned at the same time.

Tarnish who always exudes charisma and confidence is now shaken like a leaf and sweating profosuly. She gasped and went up to him. "Whats wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost? Who followed you?. Tarnish's mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out. His body was still shaking as his gaze darted wildly around the room. He let out a low groan, clutching his side where a dark stain had begun to spread across his shirt. "Maria I need to tell you something!" they gasp and clutching their wounded side.

Maria lean close and using her body so that Tarnish can lean on to her for support. "Tarnish what wrong tell me?". Tarnish slowly eases down and put their back on the wall. Then Tarnish lean forward, blood dripping from his mouth. "Maria you must be brave, it's a doozy" he whispers urgently. She stares at them, fear rising in her throat. She tried to make sense of his words, but all she could see was the blood and the fear in his eyes. "What are you talking about?" she cried.

Then without any hesitation, Tarnish rush forward and kissed Maria on the forehead. "Bullseye!" they say laughing and moving to Maria's side and opening the door and exiting it. Maria is left shell shocked and confused."Tarnisshhhhhhhhhh!" she screamed.

She runs after Tarnish, seeing the end of their jacket biwlloing before diappreing on a ahllway. "I will whoop your ass till kingdom come!" Maria curses and give chase. Then apporaching the turn, she saw Tarnish entereda room and closing it with a bang. She rashead foward and bursted in.

Then pausing before she reached Tarnish, her senses were overwhelmed. The space was dark and dusty with a the right light to see everything, with cobwebs festooning every corner. But what stunned Maria was the banner that was hanging in the middle it reads. "Happy Valentines Day!" then a music started to play in the air with Tarnish dancing and singing.

If you're alone and you need a friend Someone to make you forget your problems Just come along baby take my hand I'll be your lover tonight

Whoa oh whoa oh This is what I wanna do Whoa oh whoa oh Let's have some fun

Whoa oh whoa oh One on one just me and you Whoa oh whoa oh Boom boom boom boom

I want you in my room We'll spend the night together From now until forever

Boom boom boom boom I wanna go boom boom And spend the night together Together in my room

Whoa oh whoa oh Everybody get on down Whoa oh whoa oh

Vengaboys are back in town Whoa oh whoa oh This is what I wanna do Whoa oh whoa oh Let's have some fun Whoa oh whoa oh One on one just me and you Whoa oh whoa oh

They started to dance with hips swaying, legs dipping up and dwon and fingers near their chest and forming a heart shape. Tarnish is acting like those Japanese anime dancers that Maria she's in T.V. so it made her giggle a little but she quickly composes herself.

Tarnish begins to advance and moving their way toward Maria. The room seems to shift with each move they make, colors dancing and swirling, making the world into a glorious mess. Maria stares at their soulful eyes, a warmness creeping over her body, and a shiver racing up her spine. "What are you doing?" she ask albeit disgusted and touched at their gesture.

"Remember the time that we have a mission in Paris during that summer festival," Tarnish asks sheepishly. "Yeah, you caught me crying and my ice cream had melted. I wasn't upset because of the rain. I was homesick and missing my parents. But then you walked up to me, and offered me a flower. I thought you were so cute, that I just wanted to keep talking with you for the rest of the night. That's when we became best close friends. But also remember that moment when we danced under the moonlit night on that gazebo? And we were the only ones there, and we twirled and spun, and suddenly you just leaned in and kissed me.

Maria blinked. Her mind was reeling, she could feel her heart pounding in her chest. She'd always been attracted to Tarnish, but she never imagined they would share the same feelings.".

"Well, I know you probably thought I was just being silly or messing around, but that kiss meant a lot to me. It was my first real kiss. And to this day, I never regretted it." Tarnish's voice had dropped to a whisper, their words weaving a spell over Maria. She found herself closing the gap between them, their bodies just inches apart. "I was afraid to tell you how I felt. I was afraid you wouldn't feel the same way. And, to be honest, I wasn't sure if I wanted to commit to anything. But now, I see how silly I was being. Spending all these years loving you, but too afraid to admit it. I guess what I'm trying to say is, I love you, Maria."

A slow smile spread across Maria's face, and she felt a rush of emotions welling up inside of her but she crossed her arms she's not yet ready to crack her tough facade just yet. "Really?" she ask voice flat and even. "Yes," Tarnish said nervously. "Uh huh!" Maria looked into Tarnish eyes,!

"You may have hit me with a few corny jokes and pranks today, but you also swept me off my feet with your song and dance number. I can't tell you how touched I was by your thoughtfulness and your heartfelt words.".

"I can't believe this is actually happening," Tarnish said, their hands running through Maria's hair. But Maria swat their hands away. "I didn't say I agreed to your love!" she clicked her tongue.

"NO FAIR!" Tarnish pouts. "Even though I did that dance just for you?"

"Especially when you did that dance!" Maria deadpans, before bursting into laughter. "But really, that was very sweet of you. No one's ever done anything like that for me before."

"Then maybe you should take a chance with me," Tarnish teased. "I bet you can make me see fireworks."

"As long as I don't have to see another dance of yours," Maria snarked. "But seriously, I'm happy that you shared this with me."

"You're not happy yet," Tarnish laughed. "Wait until you see what I have in store." Then without warning, Tarnish planted their lips against Maria's. Maria was taken aback by the suddenness, but after a moment, she closed her eyes and let the feeling wash over her.

They leaned into the kiss, the world around them melting into a blur of sensations. Maria could feel the warmth of Tarnish's breath, the faint tickle of their fingers resting gently on her shoulders. She never imagined that a kiss could be so powerful, that a single moment could change the course of her entire life. Then she steps back and raised a hand and bitch slap Tarnish on the cheek. "Ouch!" Tarnish says rubbing their cheek with a sly grin on their lips.

"No kissing without my permission!" Maria chastise them playfully. "Whatever you say, boss."

"Now then, why don't we go catch a movie or maybe grab some lunch?" Tarnish suggested. "Sure, why not?" Maria agreed, and they headed for the door.

"By the way," Maria added. "This was the best Valentine's Day gift anyone's ever given me."

"And you haven't seen anything yet my loving side.!"

With a laugh, Maria reached out and took Tarnish's hand in her own, and they walked out into the chilling moonlight, the scent of the city and fresh air wafting to her nose.

[damagedintellect]

Skk Brainrot for Dazai’s BDay

💌 Babysitting the demon prodigy : Chapter 1  💌  

Summary: When Mori summoned Chuuya under the pretense that this would be Double Black's hardest mission yet this was not what he had in mind by a long shot. Walking into Mori's office to see a kid not more than seven years old sporting some poorly wrapped bandages tangled in an unkempt mop of brunette hair, with very familiar soulless eyes, Chuuya thought it was a joke.

Notes: Happy Birthday Dazai~ I didn’t finish my drawing so another have this wip instead, I thought it would be funny if Dazai's ability had a loophole like if he was on the brink of death his ability deactivates or something like that it's no fun when things can only happen to Chuuya. Curse Dazai and his immunity for crack shit.

💌 Word count: 1,425 💌  You Are Here | Next Chapter =>

When Mori summoned Chuuya under the pretense that this would be Double Black's hardest mission yet this was not what he had in mind by a long shot. Walking into Mori's office to see a kid not more than seven years old sporting some poorly wrapped bandages tangled in an unkempt mop of brunette hair, with very familiar soulless eyes, Chuuya thought it was a joke. 

"There are limits to even Dazai's ability I'm afraid," Mori sighed heavily as the aforementioned child was sitting on his desk swinging his legs in front of him with an amused smirk on his lips. "I've always had my suspicions on the extent of "No longer Human" but it appears Dazai does have to have some level of consciousness for the ability to be active." Mori shuffles through papers casually at his desk as if this situation is not sincerely off putting. Dazai's ability was active 100% of the time but it seems someone has found a way around it. The man Chuuya thought was untouchable has been bested by someone that wasn't Chuuya. It sparks a slight irritation that he was not the one to bring the prodigy down a peg. Heaven knows he wants too.

Chuuya frowns, crossing his arms "So why didn't he change back when he woke up? I refuse to believe this isn't some elaborate prank." Knowing Dazai's knack for always getting what he wants he wouldn't put it past him to get Mori on board. Did they just find some kid who resembled Dazai and think, haha funny joke? Chuuya wasn't buying it.

"Fair enough, I suppose Dazai would try this kind of a ruse.  However my guess is that like most ability users, because his mind and body has reverted back to such a young age, his gift hasn't fully developed yet."

 Dazai can't use his ability?

Chuuya's eyes went wide at the notion. If he couldn't activate his ability then he can't revert back to normal. If corruption were to act up anytime soon he'd be screwed. "Do we know who did it?" Looking over at Dazai, he didn't seem to mind at all. Instead he seemed intrigued by the whole ordeal. Watching Chuuya with a glint in his eyes that the redhead can't say he's ever seen before.

"Not yet, we're working on investigating further but as you could imagine Dazai hasn't exactly been the most cooperative in this state. His memories are so so." Mori finally looks up at Chuuya "I called you in here specifically so you can take care of Dazai until we figure out a way to return him to normal."

"HAAAH?!" 

Chuuya's outburst brings another smirk to Dazai's lips as he jumps down from the desk. It was weird to see their height difference remain the same albeit in the reverse. He was still wearing his signature coat but it was pinned to a new length similar to his shirt that he could tell was slightly oversized underneath a navy blue sweater vest. "Why am I the one who has to babysit the bastard?"

Mori laughed "You're his partner, it's only natural that it should be you. If word got around that Dazai is in this vulnerable state we'd need someone who could protect him in dire straits, you are the best martial artist in the port mafia are you not?" Chuuya growled at the circumstances, it was true. Most of the mafia relied heavily on weapons or abilities. Chuuya was lethal with or without. Plus despite their constant bickering they somehow know each other like the back of their hand. Which isn't saying much in Chuuya's case since he's akin to an open book but not many people can interpret Dazai's personal quirks. 

"As a former member of the sheep you also have the most experience with children. It should only take a few days to locate the user a week at most."

Chuuya grit his teeth as Dazai seemed to be circleling him, almost evaluating him as a suitable caretaker. Mori smirked, adding "I thought you'd be overjoyed at the prospect of bearing witness to Dazai being in such a defenseless position. Had it been you, Dazai would undoubtedly use the opportunity to his advantage."

Chuuya adjusted his hat "Sounds about right but you forget I'm not like that shitty Dazai." He turned towards the door taking one step before glaring at his partner with a defeated huff. 

"You better follow me before I change my mind." 

Dazai perked up, waving Mori off before skipping after the redhead. Mori chuckled to himself, it's times like these where he's glad he let these children join the port mafia. There was something about their youthfulness that was a breath of fresh air.

Chuuya was irritated beyond belief. He could  feel a hole burning through the back of his skull with the way Dazai was staring at him. He growled "Stop that."

"Stop what?" Dazai continued skipping down the hall innocently, knowing exactly what's getting on his nerves. "You little- you're staring, it's fucken creepy."

"Swearing? In front of a child? What kind of a partner are you?" Dazai said curiously in a sing-songy tune.

That's it. Chuuya stopped walking, pinching the bridge of his nose. Mori was right, this was a rare opportunity. He snapped his fingers and listened as Dazai yelped in surprise. He turned around to face Dazai hanging upside-down to meet him eye to eye. 

"Listen here you little shit, I was told to take care of you but that just means don't kill you. So you might want to think twice about your stupid little mind games." He has no idea what to expect from kid Dazai. He knows his Dazai is a prick but he doesn't know when Dazai became a manipulative asshole or if he was born like that. If Chuuya is going to survive the week he needs to lay some ground rules.

Dazai looked back with a bored stare. "You're much different from what's in my notes."

"Notes?"

Dazai softly hits Chuuya’s cheek with an unlabeled black book. Chuuya quirks an eyebrow confused but not surprised that even Dazai would have a contingency for something like this but when he opened the book he frowned.

“I must be obsessed with you or something since there are twenty six more volumes where that came from.”

Upon reading the first page entitled “Reasons Why Chuuya Sucks” he could feel his blood begin to boil but he was curious so he skipped to a random page.

“Chuuya put lemon on the karaage without asking, uuuuugh my life sucks.”

He forcefully closed the book. Figures that’s what Dazai would do but to write 26 volumes? This was at least more tame than his “Weekly Chuuya is A Sore Loser” newsletter but still, why would Dazai even waste his time? Chuuya doesn’t think he will ever understand even if the brunette told him. He sighed and reluctantly let the boy down, only letting him fall two feet to the floor with a soft thud. Dazai pats off the dust and adjusts his hair out of his eye. It was only for a few days he could handle this right?

“How much do you actually remember, truthfully? This will only work if you stop playing your shitty games.”

Dazai hummed thinking it over. He didn't feel like he could trust Mori but Chuuya felt different “Not much, I don't remember my time in the mafia. I woke up in Mori’s care and was taken to my office to try to jog my memory. That’s where I found that book. I thought it was just a journal but then your name was plastered all over it.” He resumed his uninterested posture as they continued to walk out of headquarters. "According to Mori I still remember basic knowledge but people, places, and events don't ring a bell." As they walked out of the building aimlessly Dazai put the book back in his coat pocket. "As far as I'm concerned I've only ever been the age I am right now."

Chuuya thought about what they could do to pass the time and he realized he doesn't actually know what Dazai does in his spare time other than find ways to annoy people and try to commit suicide. He's always reading that one suicide book maybe he should take him to a library or something. Chuuya's been meaning to check out a new poem book. Who knows, maybe this could be a really easy relaxing few days.

[somethingscft]

ALANA | PINTEREST

FULL NAME alana sol beasley BDAY january 29 AGE 29 GENDER cis female SEXUALITY asexual/panromantic PRONOUNS she/her SKILLS making music • teaching • chess

APPEARANCE

HEIGHT 5′9"  BODY TYPE slim PIERCINGS ears + navel TATTOOS none

alana is tall and lean with a fairy-like demeanor. her eyes her big and a captivating brown. she wears a minimal amount of makeup. her hair is dark and curly, but she usually keeps it pressed -- except for performances. her style is simple, sexy, and extremely comfortable. she's a fan of baggy cargos, mesh crop tops and leather boots.

PERSONALITY

MOR. ALIGNMENT chaotic good  MBTI entp  ZODIAC SIGN aquarius

despite being a musical genius with an unnaturally high IQ, alana is rather laidback. she's whimsical and patient and kind. she is highly spiritual -- very hippie like. she does partake in a few recreational drugs, but they only enhance her award-winning creativity. she doesn't drink, though -- alcohol is literally poison.

when she isn't pursuing her passion for music, one could find miss beasley, nose deep, in a murder mystery or a spicy romance novel. or in her vermont yurt, out in the woods somewhere. or she's studying in johannesburg, some new topic she's fixated on. either way, she's bringing her familiar -- her black cat, papa.

BACKSTORY

PLACE OF BIRTH san francisco, ca ETHNCITY african-american + native american

alana was an only child -- at least she was raised that way by her father. he owned a bookstore that contained a speakeasy behind its walls. it is alana's most favorite place in the whole world. it is her world. she spent most of her young life there, teaching herself every instrument she could get her hands on. she was so smart -- gifted -- and determined to be her own swing band. she could play the drums, double bass, saxophone, piano, trumpet and guitar by the time she reached high school -- which she graduated from at fourteen. alana quickly became recognized as a musical prodigy, garnering her plenty of media attention, awards, and scholarships.

she was a household name by the time she turned sixteen, after releasing her debut album. that same year, she won two grammy's for best new artist and best contemporary jazz album. alana was everywhere, labelled a musical genius, but she just wanted to learn. she kept attending the top universities in the country, graduating with her doctorate in Music and African American Studies at twenty-five. now, she's bestselling artist and professor of music at her alma mater with a countless number of accolades under her belt.

[sircocas]

26/01/2023

I guess that nightly text posts are my thing now

Today I painted my nails, which was nice!

I usually do this when I notice I'm self harming, and do it to stop myself -- mostly I pick my skin, but that does fuck up nail polish

So now my bedroom air is thick with polish fumes and I have snazzy nails

Do I need to take a rest from the world? Absolutely, the other day my bf said I should take a month long break from my thesis and HE WAS RIGHT

But I can't stop, the work won't get itself done, but I'm also trying to be patient with myself

Yesterday I got so tired I almost fainted, so I took it easy for the remainder of the day

Today I did some work (not a lot), but I don't feel like dying as much as I did yesterday

I had enough presence of mind to notice that I needed to paint my own nails

No hallucinations today, but my head is really fucking heavy -- I think my periods coming

Tried to think about a vday gift for my bf but honestly, I don't know -- thinking of getting him Berserk Deluxe vol 2 (got him the first for his bday) or maybe Cuphead or Hades for the Switch. I do have an excel spreadsheet (yeah, ik) with ideas but I'm so... Overwhelmed right now

And he keeps saying that I don't need to worry, being with him is enough but... What if he resents me? What if he thinks I'm not okay with spending money on him?

I love that man so much, miss him so dearly, I honestly can't wait for Saturday so we can hand out and bake and read together and just have time for each other

Is it risky to vent on social media with the same handle as my other socials? Absolutely

On the other hand, I don't think my colleagues would think of looking me up on Tumblr, and if they do, well, it's their own damn fault

I'm lying in bed, partly dissociating, partly just being, but I think what I really need is a hospital stay. Have people care for me for a couple months. Only focus on making myself feel better for a couple months. But alas, a thesis doesn't write itself

Let's just hope I remain kind of grounded and dont do anything that would make me require being hospitalised

Although some broken ribs don't sound too bad in comparison to having to stumble through a code base of stuff I'm absolutely lost

Sometimes I wonder what my mental health diagnosis would look like. I know that for sure depression and anxiety would be there. With the Sunday thing, maybe PTSD. But the rest? The dissociating, the swings, the hallucinations? Sometimes I think it might be BPD -- self destruct, sometimes I say bad things and only know it bc my s/o gets hurt and I get fucking confused because I DONT REMEMBER SAYING THAT I ONLY REMEMBER THINGKING IT

Sometimes I think I might just have no cure. Just like my constant tiredness and period imbalances, no one will know why the things are happening. No one will bother with extra tests and all I'll have is a "theoretically, you're okay"

[rileyclaw]

pumpkin duty

[vyvesvi]

@bbc and swing:

[mari-the-bimbo]

Wooowww Congrats Mari!!! I love your blog and you 💗💗💗✨✨✨ Ok ok listen, since it’s Yuuji’s bday soon: What do Reader and dorm mate Sukuna do to prepare for their friend’s birthday? Baking with dorm mate Sukuna? Going shopping with him for a gift? Throwing a party and maybe Reader is kind of Sukuna’s date? Who knows what might happen 😂😂💗💗 I hope you can find some inspiration for that. Thank you so much 💗😘

Dorm mate Sukuna: Yuuji’s birthday

A/N: Awhh thank you Winter! 🥰 I had a feeling you were gonna request dorm mate Sukuna and I was right!! 😂Hope you enjoy this one! <3

“Aww you making me cake little one?” You hear a gruff voice tease from behind, accompanied by a slap to your butt.

You turn around to glare at your pink haired dorm mate, who walked around the kitchen aimlessly, shirtless, showing off his tattoos.

“No ‘kuna! This is Yuuji’s birthday cake! Aren’t you gonna help set up the birthday decorations? We gotta get everything done before Megumi returns with him!” You complain, hands on your hips, which made him chuckle.

“Quit being so uptight woman, that’s his momma’s problem for popping him out, not mine” he says nonchalantly as he takes a swing of his beer.

You huff in annoyance, “I have to do everything myself” you muttered as you stomped over towards the dorm living area to set the decorations up instead.

But as you enter the room, you halt your movement, eyes widening as you took in the pretty layout of different balloons and lanterns scattered across the room.

Then suddenly you felt a large hand and the coldness of silver rings grab your jaw, tilting your head upwards until you were met with Sukuna’s smug grin towering above you.

“What? Cat caught your tongue?” He teased.

“Y-you did the decorations? Why didn’t you say so!” You replied, your face still in the grasp of his large hands, your much smaller hands tugging on his in vain.

“I never said I didn’t” he answered smartly as he leaned in closer to your face, breathing out the smoke from his cigarette onto your face, chuckling as you scrunched your nose and squirmed in his hold.

“Well since you’re being so helpful” you exaggerated, as you wriggled your way out of his grasp, “you might as well help me with the cake too!” You add, with your own playful grin which Sukuna quickly reciprocated, following you back into the kitchen with an amused chuckle.

But as usual, Sukuna was no help other than teasing you as you focus on the task ahead. As you added decorations to the top of the cake, Sukuna stood behind you, fake fucking you from behind, but you only rolled your eyes, paying no attention to it.

Suddenly your playful shenanigans paused as you both heard Yuuji’s voice on the other side of the front door.

You panic as you quickly shove the icing pen into Sukuna’s hands, who stared at you in confusion. “Quickly! Write happy birthday on the cake!” before running out to grab your friends who were organising gifts in your corridor, as you all rushed into the living area.

You watched carefully from your hiding spot as Yuuji stepped into the dorm with Megumi, chatting away as usual. Your mind pondered to Yuuji spotting Sukuna in the kitchen but luckily he was too invested in his conversation to notice.

“- then I said Choso you airhead! Orange is the same colour as it’s name, just like a Lemon an-“

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY !!!!” You all cheered, jumping from your hiding spots as Yuuji stepped into the room, making the pink haired boy’s eyes light up in surprise, an ecstatic grin on his face.

“T-this is all for me??!!” He questions as he steps further into the room, his smile widening as he spots all his favourite people cheering him on.

“Jeez thanks guys!” He says, before he jumped into your embrace, giving you a sweet but suffocating hug, making you laugh into his shoulder. “Happy birthday Yuuji!”

“Thanks! Where’s Su-“

“Hey! Come eat some of your cake bitch boy!” Came a familiar voice from behind, you both turned around to find Sukuna (who finally wore a top thankfully) bring in the cake, a rare genuine smile on Sukuna’s face as Yuuji runs to him.

“YESS CAKE TIME!” Yuuji said as he looked at the cake, but you felt the colour from your face drain when you saw what Sukuna wrote on the cake.

‘Happy birthday to the strongest sperm from your dad’s dick!’

But before you could open your mouth to give a good explanation, Yuuji spoke “Jeez! Thanks Sukuna! Really makes me feel a strong man!” with a cheerful grin on his face, hugging Sukuna while everyone in the room desperately tried to stop themselves from glaring at Sukuna.

“Your welcome, being the strongest sperm is a big flex” Sukuna said proudly, patting Yuuji’s back, before send a playful wink towards you, making you bite your lips to stop yourself from laughing at your two goofy dorm mates.

—-

The party progressed well throughout the day and nothing made you happier than seeing the joy on Yuuji’s face as he chatted with Nobara and Maki, as you quietly organised the drinks for everyone.

“Where’s my date?” you heard Sukuna ask to people gruffly from behind, making your furrow your brows.

Date? He had other girls?

You turned around in confusion, “date?” you repeated, hoping you misheard him.

But before you could question the menacing grin on his face, you were roughly pulled into his embrace, the hand on your waist tightening it’s grip, manhandling you into the corner of the room.

“Oh there you are”

You blink at him a few times, then turning away when you felt heat rushing through your cheeks in realisation, making the tatted man laugh at you.

“What? I need to ask you to be my date now?” He asks.

You couldn’t help but let out a laugh in relief, and as Sukuna grabbed your face to make you look at him, you shook your head playfully at the cute idiot. “Yes Sukuna, that’s literally how it works!”

He grins, showcasing his sharp teeth in reaction to your cute smile. His large muscular arms trapping you into his embrace, forcing you to be chest-to-chest with him.

“But you’re already mine brat” <3

[s-shinichirosgf]

I'll make you see (the devil within) [1]

ft. mikey

cw. f!reader, incubus!mikey, dub-con (kinda, depends on how you feel about horny demon powers but most things are just implied in this part), dirty talk, public sex, thigh riding, fingering

an. this is very self indulgent and kinda like a bday present for myself tbh. this idea came to me the other day and before i knew it, this had reached almost 3k words soooooo at least another part is on the works, take this as an introductory chapter, i guess

tagged. @scandalous-writing, @vryr

minors dni (18+)

The place was in full swing when you finally made your way to the bar once again. The sea of dancing bodies threatening to swallow you up as you tried to reach your destination, hands brushing against you and words spoken low close to your ears in hopes to make you stay; nevertheless, you still marched forward. You were having a good time but you were parched and really felt like you needed a moment to yourself. It's not until you got your drink that you felt someone occupied the seat to your left. And to your surprise, you were met with a somewhat familiar face.

Manjiro Sano, a.k.a. Mikey, was a bit of an infamous figure around campus. His good looks made him very sought after, and while it seemed like he wasn't opposed to fooling around here and there, the rumours said that he never stayed around long after the deed was done; no one seemed to be able to make the mysterious man interested enough. And you weren't blind, you could definitely see the appeal as you took in his features—the defined jaw, his pink bottom lip jutting out in a seemingly permanent pout, the soft-looking black hair that fell parted and framing his face, and eyes so dark that it was hard to see where the iris ended and the pupil began.

But just as those very eyes turned to look at you, probably feeling your own stare, you felt a shiver run down your spine. Yes, Mikey had a lot of characteristics one would consider desirable, but there was also something slight off about him. In all the times you had caught glimpses of him, you had never been able to pin-point exactly what it was, but he felt both inviting and unapproachable at the same time, a somewhat paradoxical combination.

He smiled and called your name, which surprised you since you hadn't expected him to remember you from that brief time you had talked a few weeks ago.

"Didn't expect to run into you here," he commented.

You raise an eyebrow at that. "Why's that?"

"Dunno. You just didn't seem like the type to enjoy places like this," he shrugged.

"To be fair, the last time you saw me it was during finals," you snorted. "I think very few people look like anything else but 'desperate college student trying not to die'."

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth and he shook his head, "Fair."

A small moment passed before you spoke again, "You were kinda right, though." At that, he made a small questioning nose.

"It's my birthday," you explained. "My friends were determined to make me let loose tonight." You laughed a bit, recalling their instance.

"Oh?" Mikey raised an eyebrow, now resting his face on his gloved hand, an elbow on the counter. "Happy birthday, then. A shame I don't have a gift prepared, though." His tone gave you pause, making you tear away your sight from where his other hand had started toying with his drink, slender finger circling the rim of the glass.

You're startled—his face was closer than it had been before. And his eyes, those endless pools of darkness gleamed with an intensity that left you momentarily speechless. His eyes were scanning your face, and he must have found what he was searching for because that half smile from before returned.

And when he asked you if you wanted to step outside to get some air, you could only nod; something, that something you still couldn't determine, made you agree. You both made your way out, pushing past the mass of dancing bodies, his hand holding yours in a firm grip to not lose you in the crowd, his leathered touch still surprisingly cool against your feverish skin.

The cold night air hits you suddenly as you step outside. Another look at your face and he's tugging at your hand once more, and not long after you found yourselves in the alley on the side of the club. It was dark, a little corner separated from the city lights—it was the illusion of privacy, of course, you still could see the lights and hear the cars passing by. And as he turned around, your hand still in his and walking up to you until your back hit the cold brick wall behind you, you knew where this is going and you knew that anyone could walk up and find you two, you knew all of this too well but as you looked up at his dark stare full of promises in the soft moonlight, you realized that you really couldn't care less about the consequences.

"Tell me," he murmured, face so close that strands of his dark hair were brushing against your face. "Was this where you were planning your night to go?"

His hands moved, the one holding yours left your grip, fingers slowly trailing up your arm, and the other one found home a top of your waist on the expanse of skin between your crop top and your skirt. You could feel the goosebumps form as the cool leather from his gloves gliding softly on your bare skin. You opened your mouth but before you could speak he continued, "Would anyone else have sufficed? Or did you follow because it was me?"

You could feel your face heat up, both in response to his words but also because his other hand had now reached your neck and his thumb was slowly caressing the skin near your collarbone—left to right, back and forth, taking his time and diminishing your ability to think straight. Your lips parted once again but your mind went back to those dark eyes that had haunted your dreams for weeks now, eyes so eerily similar to the ones staring at you right this moment, and your voice almost got caught in your throat, coming out in little more than an unintelligible whisper.

"Ah ah," he tutted and you felt his warm breath against your neck -when had he even moved his head?- and then his lips brushed against your skin with his next words: "C'mon, doll, use your big girl words for me."

You could feel the heat in your cheeks spread down to your neck but you thankfully still managed to put yourself together enough to answer him, "....you. I-it was because it was you who ahhhh-" Your voice tapered into a moan when he bit down on your neck and then soothed the sting with a slow drag of his tongue.

"Good answer," he smiled against your skin before lifting his head. His hand now rested higher, grabbing the side of your neck and using his thumb to tilt your head up slightly.

You weren't sure who leaned in first but the next thing you knew, the distance between you two disappeared.

The moment his lips were on yours, you couldn't help the strangled gasp that left your mouth. If his touches so far had been gentle, his kisses could only be described as bruising. He wasted no time in capturing your lips, his pace fast and dominant, and when he nipped at your bottom lip and proceeded to lap at it to soothe the pain, you were all too willing to open your mouth for him, eager to follow his lead—if his mere kisses were already starting to fog up your brain, you couldn't wait to find out what else he could do.

As soon as his tongue entered your mouth, a low groan escaped from deep within his throat and his precious soft touches turned firm, as if something had snapped within him. He pressed himself closer to you until there was no space to distinguish where you ended and he began—it was as if he was trying to devour you, tongue exploring every inch of your mouth like he was trying to get a taste of you. While his fingers entangled themselves in your hair, his other hand moved from your waist up, until you could feel his thumb slipping under the edge of your top, stopping right when it met your bra.

He pulled away, finally giving your room to breath; your breaths mingled as you panted and your eyes were immediately drawn to his now kissed bitten lips, red and shiny even in the low light. His half-lidded eyes drank in your expression in a way that made you feel naked despite being completely dressed but you could also see the unspoken question in those onyx pools. And without breaking eye contact, you answered, by way of arching your back and pushing your chest into his waiting hand.

Mikey wastes no time after that, his lips now mouthing at your neck and his hands–both of them–slipping under your shirt to grope your breasts over your bra. You gasped, the leather of his gloves once again taking you by surprise when he pushed the cups of your bra down to reach your nipples. Still under the cover of your top, his hands moved, fondling your chest, his fingers brushing against your little nubs, switching between soft flicks and hard pinches, until they were hard and aching and you were whining for more.

And more he gave; with a wet pop, he detached himself from your neck and the hickey he had been nursing and his dove farther down until his lips captured your nipple over your shirt. The fabric quickly became wet with his saliva, and the combination of the wet heat combined with the friction of your top was too much for you. When your grip on him tightened and you felt pleasure spike from your cunt, you suddenly became all too aware of how your hips had been slowly rocking against the thigh he had wedged between your legs.

Before you could even think about moving away, one of his hands trailed down to grip your hip and keep you in place. No, not just to keep you in place, but to make you grind even harder against him.

Your teeth sank into your bottom lip as you bit back a moan, hips working faster against his thigh despite the slight embarrassment you could feel coursing through you. Once again he pulled back, taking in the sight of you—red, spit slicked lips, half-lidded eyes, the wet patches in the fabric where your nipples were poking through... as you moved your hips, face half scrunched in pleasure, you were the prettiest thing he had laid eyes on and he just wanted to see you fall apart .

With renewed urgency, Mikey tugged at his glove with his teeth to take it off and put it in his back pocket. His hand grabbed your thigh and hooked it around his hip, and just the sensation of his bare touch on your skin shouldn't feel so good, it shouldn't, but you couldn't stop the gasp that left your lips as you felt the heat coiling in your gut. He smiled watching your reaction and his fingers dragged up your inner thigh until it reached the edge of your panties.

And you could tell the exact moment he felt it, the way your arousal had absolutely drenched the front of your panties and had started to cling to the skin of your thighs, because the smirk left his face only to be replaced by the darkest look he had given you that night.

"So wet," he hummed, middle finger running up and down your clothed slit. He barely put any pressure on your clit and you were just about ready to scream at him to get on with it. He must have seen the frustration clinging to your features but he paid no heed to it because his feather-like touch continued as he asked, "All for me, doll? Just for me?"

"Yes!" you sobbed, modesty out of the window, just needing him to touch you properly. " 's cause of you, now touch me, please."

"I am touching you, though," he mumbled against the crook of your neck and you could hear the hint of a smile in his voice. You parted your lips but before you could complain, his fingers slipped under the fabric and the only thing that you could let out was a surprised mewl.

His fingers trailed across your puffy lips, spreading the slick that was already messily coating them. Slowly, oh so very slowly, he parted your folds and pushed in his middle finger dragging it from your clit to your entrance, back and forth, never lingering too long on either. He would slowly press into your hole, as if testing, teasing, the stretch and when you would tightened around him he would dip back out to lightly circle your little clit one, two, three times, rinse and repeat, until you were trembling in his arms, grasping at him like a lifeline. It was enough stimulation to get you going but not enough to let you finally tip over the edge. You could feel the tears prickling at the corner of your eyes in response to this delicious torment and even if you were trying to keep your moans at bay, whimpers of desperation were starting to escape your throat.

"Shhh shh shh, it's okay, doll," he quieted you, sensing your agitation. "You want my fingers inside you, dontcha? That's it, right?" He knew the answers to those questions, of course, the way his fingers were circling your entrance was proof enough. "Well... I think you've more than earned it, yeah? Birthday girl deserves to cum, hmm?"

You could only whimper and nod your head frantically, his touch had reduced you to nothing more than a whiny, needy mess. No man had unraveled you this quickly before and you could tell that he knew, he knew the effect he had on you and he was relishing in it. Another grin tugged at the corner of his mouth and he leaned forward again, capturing your lips in another filthy kiss—and just as he tugged at your bottom lip, his middle finger finally entered your drooling hole. You moaned, pleasure running through your veins at the feeling of him finally filling you up, even if it was just his finger.

"Fuck," Mikey growled out, feeling you clench around him, like your cunt was trying to suck him in. "Pretty pussy's so fucking wet, doll, taking me in so well. Feels like I could slide another finger right away, hmm? You can take it , right?" He didn't wait for your answer before another finger was prodding at your entrance, and slowly but surely, a second finger fitted right at home inside your walls and both of you groaned in response.

He had barely started and you already felt overwhelmed— his fingers slowly delving into your pussy, fingers curling deliciously and finding all the spots that made you see stars. You started to rock your hips into his hand, desperate to chase your high and Mikey's hand sped up in response.

"Are you close, doll? Pussy gonna make a mess in my hand?" A choked chorus of "yes yes yes" had his fingers plunging into your hole even faster, now with his palm pressing directly against your throbbing clit. And that has you crying out, shaking as you felt your orgasm rapidly approaching, your insides clenching rhythmically around his slender digits, and god, the sounds—you knew he could hear you, the dirty squelching sounds that came from your dripping hole and you knew that tomorrow you would question what possessed you to let someone do this to you in an alleyway of all places but right now? Right now the only thing in your mind was "need to come, please", so when he growled out a simple "cum" against your lips, you did, back arching and legs trembling as your arousal coated his entire hand.

Mikey milked out your orgasm as you slowly came back from your high, drawing eights on your puffy clit until the overstimulation kicked in and your breathing went back to normal. He leaned forward once more to capture your lips in a slow, languid kiss. "Happy birthday," he drawled, a teasing smirk adorning his face which made you laugh and swat his chest light in response before pulling him back in for another kiss. This time you took the initiative, tongue swiping at his lower lip and exploring his mouth when he quickly parted his lips for you. Your hand had found purchase on his hair, and when you tugged at the soft black strands, a deep groan left him and he jutted his hips forward, and that's when you felt it, hard and big, pressed up against your hip.

But just as you were about to do something about it, your ringtone blared into the night, effectively breaking the little bubble you had made for yourselves.

"I-, it's probably my friends," you sighed and closed your eyes, cursing their timing. "They had said they wanted to do something else after this and-," you tried to explain and apologize but he just shook his head, making you stop short.

"It's okay," he smiled and lifted his hand, still covered in your slick, before popping a finger into his mouth, effectively making your face heat up and press your thighs together. "You can make it up to me later, right?"

You nodded, dazed, and you later would blame your foggy brain for the way that, for just an instant, Mikey's eyes black eyes seemed to flash pink and his smile appeared to grow sharp as he slowly continued to lap at his fingers.

[fuwushiguro]

The Beautiful Island

Kento Nanami x f!reader

Genre: Smut

Notes: happy birthday to sexy mr kento nanami 💞 I am meant to be on writing hiatus but when I heard it’s his bday I couldn’t not write something!!! (fun fact whenever i write a fic set in a sunny location i listen to la isla bonita by madonna on a loop)

Synopsis: You need to lend a little cash from Gojo. Nanami’s birthday is coming up and you want to take him on vacation, you’ve saved almost enough but you’re just short. But Gojo doesn’t do anything for free.

Warnings: 18+, dubcon/noncon, consensual sex, cheating, cumplay??, oral sex, vaginal sex, implied threesome.

Words: 1.5k

It kills you to ask Satoru Gojo for anything. He is the type of lowly, irritating scum that likes the revel in the misfortune of others. For whatever reason, tormenting you is a hobby of his. When you knock on the door to his living quarters, you can already hear a hum of amusement behind it. Your brow scrunches inwards and your cheeks puff outwardly as you breathe out the fury builds within you. The sound of his smarmy voice is causing a cog inside of your body to turn the wrong way, damaging your rationale and resolve. He knows it’s you, he is Satoru Gojo after all. The Six Eyes. He’s smug, he’s making himself comfortable in his room before calling your name. When he welcomes you in, he has that typical aggravating smile polluting his features.

He offers you a seat beside him on his bed, you refuse.

“What can I do for you, gorgeous?” he inquires.

It takes every shred of willpower you have to not shudder and cringe at the affectionate nickname. You need him on your side after all. You smile, pleasantly, and Gojo scoffs. You never smile at him, because he drives you insane. Now he knows you’re after something big. He rolls his wrist, encouraging you to hurry up and spit it out. You close your eyes, inhale deeply and exhale carefully.

“Nanami’s birthday is right around the corner. I’ve been saving to take us on holiday and I’m slightly short. I was wondering if you could give me a loan…” you speak.

It’s embarrassing to ask for money, no one likes to do it. But you’d do anything for your fiancé Nanami, he deserves the best. You’ve been scrimping and saving your paycheques so you can afford the best for him, and yet, you’re still lacking the cash. You remember Mei Mei telling you Gojo is generous with his money, when it comes to her at least. But now that you’ve asked, you’re sure he’s going to pick on you and poke fun at your predicament. So you’re waiting and waiting, watching and watching as he paces circles around you. But it doesn’t come.

He tells you he’ll transfer the money to you immediately, no questions asked. Your heart skips a beat, is this the same Satoru Gojo standing before you? You thank him endlessly, and that smile that irritates you so much suddenly seems more charming. You turn to leave, getting as far as swinging his bedroom door open before he closes it for you again.

“Just one thing in return,” he speaks softly, not quite hushed enough to be a whisper. You quirk an eyebrow, waiting for him to speak his request. His mouth lends itself to your ear, and when he speaks this time it is faint enough to be a mere buzz straight into your ear canal.

“Get on your knees for me baby.”

The summer air in a foreign country is like a different experience. The smell of jasmine flowers fill the evening air as you return from the fancy restaurant Nanami insisted you dine at for his birthday. You wanted to spoil him for a change, he does so much for you. He’s so grateful that you have been saving up for so long to bring him to a new country as his birthday gift. Nanami tells you it’s not up for negotiation when he pulls out his credit card to pay the bill at the end of your meal. You have done enough. He holds your hand as you walk down the cobbled road path. It feels surreal to be sandwiched between your beautiful fiancé and the view of the sandy beach, soothing ocean and colossal palm trees towering above you. It’s breath taking, Nanami stops to wrap his arms around your waist as you admire how the sky above the sea is bleeding from blush pink to a dusky purple before your very eyes. He kisses your neck and mumbles infinite praises and thanks for the most wonderful gift. Nanami pecks your jaw and his voice vibrates through you and you can’t help but giggle and fidget, your thighs squeezing together to alleviate the pressure.

“We need to get back to the room now, I believe you owe me one more present.”

“N-Nanami! Fuck! I’m gonna- gonna cum f’you Nanami!” you cry as his hips piston against your rippling thighs as he spears himself upwards into your welcoming cunt.

He’s red in the face. Two prominent veins bulge on his forehead as his eyes remain focused on your bouncing tits. The pressure of his fingers delving into your plush sides, digging down deep and surely bringing the blood to rush to the surface makes him grunt greedily. He needs more, more of you. He pulls you down so that your mouth can find his. Your tongues swirling and tangling against each other as he sheaths himself deeper and deeper inside of your walls with each thrust. He covers your mouth as you scream out a rapturous orgasm.

“Shush, sh sh sweetheart. The neighbours won’t be too happy if they realise they have a whore next door for two weeks. Cum quietly. That’s right, that’s it princess. Juuuust like that.” he coos as you begin to calm down, mind glossing over as your post orgasm bliss and clarity sets in. You know you aren’t done, so you need to find some energy from somewhere. The birthday boy didn’t get to cum, and you can’t have that. He lifts you from his shaft and commands you to get down onto your knees. He’s never cum on your face before, you never let him. But it’s his birthday, you’re more than happy to oblige a birthday wish for your favourite person.

He cums gloriously. Pretty, manly moans drip from his throat as his cream covers your sweet face. It’s hard knowing you aren’t the perfect fiancé anymore. It’s troubling to know that you’re overcompensating, because only a fortnight ago you were letting Gojo do this to you, too. It was all for Nanami, is what you keep telling yourself. But you’re sure he’d rather you didn’t cheat on him than have the money to take him on holiday.

He has a towel on standby, but he isn’t ready to see his sperm swiped from your lovely face quite yet. You straddle his thighs as he rests on the left-side of the double bed you’ll be sharing. His fingers run through your hair as he sensually coos. You’re ready to sleep, all life has fled your muscles and you need to recuperate your strength for all of the fun you’ll be having tomorrow.

You startle, slightly more alert when you hear three knocks on your hotel room door. It surprises you that Nanami doesn’t instantly shoo them away. He’s gently swaying from side to side while he babies you in his arms. They knock again, and yet Nanami still doesn’t demand that they leave.

“We didn’t order room service!” you call out, hoping that will be enough for them to leave.

“Come in.” Nanami requests.

You panic and try to run away. You’re both naked and vulnerable, but Nanami doesn’t let you free from his grasp. It’s terrifying to hear footsteps approach, your lovers hand is laced firmly in your locks and you have no chance of turning to see who your visitor is.

Closer and closer.

The steps get closer and closer and your heart is beating wildly. You want to curl into a ball, it’s killing you to be here and be so defenceless, trapped in your fiancés hold. The bed sinks as the guest takes a seat next to your husband-to-be. He leans over so he can look you directly in the eye. You thought once you caught sight of the mysterious caller you would relax if only slightly.

Your heart was pounding harder than ever.

“Hi there gorgeous, your face is a vision in white. I’m getting déjà-vu.”

Satoru Gojo has brought it upon himself to invade your vacation. Of course, what did you expect? It was too easy to get the money out of him. He’s a tease, the type of lowly, irritating scum that likes to revel in the misfortune in others. You feel ashamed. But you aren’t shocked. This is just the type of thing Gojo would do. Nanami finally loosens his hold on you so you can look him in the eyes.

“Do you think we don’t talk, sweetheart? Did you think for a second that I wouldn’t find out, my slut of a fiancé sucked off another man for a vacation?” he questioned, tears sprung from your eyes and mixed with your partners ejaculate. You really were a vision.

“I’m sorry—”

“You can’t bat your eyelashes and apologise and expect all to be well, darling.” Nanami chastised. Your lips tightened into a thin line and waited for him to continue.

Gojo reached over to roll one of your nipples between his long spindly fingers, the contact made you moan involuntarily. He laughed at your embarrassment, while Nanami tutted in sheer disappointment.

“With Gojo and I here, I’m sure we can come up with a suitable punishment.”

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[shoutogepi]

Newlyweds

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𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐨 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 2.3k 

[ ☀︎, ✘ (𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝟏𝟖+) ]

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : quickie, oral (reader receiving), creampie, bathroom sex, pwp with a hint of feels

𝐛𝐢𝐨 : Your new husband can’t wait until your wedding night to appreciate your body, so he convinces you to give him ten minutes before your wedding reception instead.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 : so this isn’t really bday-ish, but!! i love him so much, and thinking about marrying him makes me emotional so… here’s this! happy birthday to my one and only mans, sho <3 wishing i could spend the day with him & shower him in gifts and love~~

𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 : Y/MOH/N = your maid of honor’s name

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🄶iggles bubble past your lips, only to be returned by the sound of your boyfriend’s half-hearted shushes. Scratch that— he’s not your boyfriend, not even your fiancé— he’s your husband. The newfound fact makes happiness rush through your body, your heart as full of love as your hands are with his lapels.

Shouto’s laughing, the sound of his content making your ears ring and body sing with mirth. “Gentle, love,” he admonishes, craning his neck away from your lips’ attack. “You’ll ruin your makeup, and then y/moh/n will have me by the throat.” But his attempt at evading your advances falters, and he gladly, softly presses his mouth to yours, a low hum rumbling in his throat.

Instead of plunging his lithe fingers into your hair as he usually does, he cups your jaw in his hands and pulls your face close, leaning down to erase any distance between your mouths. A moment passes, allowing your tongues to caress one another. You break away, a string of saliva connecting your parted mouths as you stare at each other, the same amount of love and desire swirling in both of your gazes. “I’m the only one who gets to have you by the throat,” you state, nipping at his neck playfully with your teeth, careful to keep your stained lips off of his skin.

“No marks,” Shouto chuckles at the same time he gasps, his hands dropping to your waist, thumbing over the intricate details of your dress. He steps forward, corralling you back until your bottom hits the marble countertop at the sink, your head tilting back as his wet kisses trail down your neck. “Not yet, anyway… we’ll have to save that for tonight, baby. Ugh, I can hardly wait.” His fingers move to cup your breasts through your dress, giving them a firm squeeze as his mouth lowers to kiss at your cleavage.

“Nnn, Sho—” you moan quietly, restraining yourself from carding your fingers through his silky locks and messing up his hair. “Faster, we don’t have a lot of time…”

He pulls back from your chest after planting a kiss on the top of each of your tits, his intense gaze piercing into your soul and sending warmth to your cheeks. “I wish I could take my time with you… You are so gorgeous, my love. I barely got through the pictures without a hard-on,” he bites his lip while his eyes flick over your body before he yanks a few paper towels from the pile in between the sinks, throwing them haphazardly on the floor and the counter behind you. Then, he discards his jacket, hanging it on one of the stalls before he drops to his knees before you, ushering you to sit on the ledge he prepared.

You do as he instructs, your legs spreading as he situates himself between them, his hands eagerly pushing up the luxurious material of your skirt. “Later,” you answer his wish, your hands taking the bunched up material from his while his hands move to instead curl around your thighs, tugging your body to teeter right on the edge of the countertop. “We have our whole lives, baby. We can take our time th— ahh!”

Shouto cuts you off as he kisses your clit through your lacy lingerie, pressing his face right against your cunt and breathing in your arousal. He nuzzles your panties first, then pushes them aside for his tongue to immediately separate your slickening folds from bottom to top, circling the tip of his talented muscle around your clit. Your hips buck in his hold as you try to hold in the moans that so desperately want to escape, your breathing becoming heavy. But his firm grasp on your thighs holds you down, rending your lower half unable to move.

He laps at your slit with fervor, his tongue wriggling between your petals and stroking generously over your clit with every swirl. Your shoes click against the tile below as they fall off of you, your foot moving to press against the thick cock underneath his slacks that strains to reach for you. He hisses at your touch, his length leaking in his underwear as he devours your pussy, your arousal beginning to coat his lips while he shakes his head back and forth.

“Fuck, Shouto… that feels amazing,” you pant, your hand coming to rest on top of his head and push his face closer to you.

He moans into your core, lips slurping up your clit and tongue caressing the sensitive pearl. Your toes curl as a finger finds your soaked entrance, the tip of it gliding up and down your slit in a tauntingly slow oval, all the while his tongue lashing at your bundle of nerves. “Mmm,” he mumbles, taking a fresh breath of air as his finger pushes inside of you, your walls stretching to welcome the digit. “My wife tastes so fucking good,” he purrs, smirking as he feels you clench at the words, your hand dropping to overlap his on your thigh, the skin touching the band around his ring finger sizzling.

A second finger slips inside, the pair reaching deep inside of you, searching for that spongy spot that he knows will make you cry out for him. It doesn’t take long for him to find it, and he’s not at all surprised when you let out a choked groan, your hand flying up to cover your open mouth as your cunt wrings tight around him. His tidy fingernails brush against your velvet walls, stimulating you to the max as his mouth busies itself again with your puffy clit.

Your eyelids are drooping, the fake lashes fluttering as you struggle to keep your eyes open and focused on your husband going to work between your legs. “Uhhhn, Shouto, I’m gonna cum~” you whine, falling back onto your elbows and the top of your head brushing against the mirror.

It only spurs him on, tracing your clit in his mouth faster as his fingers keep the same pace and curl. He alternates between sucking and kissing, knowing how much it drives you crazy to have him making out with your cunt. Legs starting to shake around his head, you gasp as you fall headfirst into your climax, body going rigid as you tighten up around him. The ecstasy he brings you dunks your body into a pool of sweet, serene euphoria, and you’re too busy trying to breach the surface to even notice as he pulls you off the counter, fingers leaving your quivering cunt empty and wetter than ever.

Shouto stands, spinning you around so the front of your dress is pressed into the paper towels on the countertop, his hands bunching your skirt high enough so that he can see the backs of your trembling thighs. Then he’s pulling down his slacks half way down his thighs, his cock already shining with a sheen of precum drooling from his swollen tip. He moans as he rubs it against your slicked hole, fingers grabbing your cheeks to spread your body and watch how your pussy swallows his length greedily.

You barely have the strength to prop yourself up on your forearms as he thrusts to the hilt inside of you, trying to be mindful of the makeup your bridesmaids had spent so long perfecting. His name falls from your lips as he thumbs over your stretched opening, letting his hips retreat just so he can push himself inside ever so slowly.

“You look so beautiful taking my cock like this,” he huffs, eyeing the lewd expression painted on your face while his thrusts start to pick up. The slap of his heavy balls against your clit has your jaw hanging open, overstimulating you and causing your eyes to roll back. Shouto grunts, his cock twitching inside of you as he stares at your reflection in the mirror, gaze eventually dropping to the platinum band on his finger.

There’s so much emotion built up from hearing you recite your vows to him, from looking into your eyes and seeing the same affection peering back at him, from pulling you into his arms and dipping you down in front of all of your loved ones, sealing your marriage with the best kiss of his life. He can scarcely believe you’d said yes when he had dropped to one knee and asked you to spend the rest of his life with him— and he felt like he was in a dream when you’d echoed “I do” after him just an hour ago. He’s never felt like this about anyone, never thought that he deserved to be loved by anyone like you, never even known that a love like this could really exist.

“I love you,” he chokes out suddenly, his hands moving to fondle your body, trying to convey his feelings even though this is supposed to be just a simple quickie. He cups your stomach in one hand, feeling how it just barely stretches as he sheathes himself inside of you, his other hand curling around your thigh to keep your body in place as he feels his orgasm approaching. “I’m gonna make you so happy, love, I promise— fuck, I promise.”

His confession makes your body sing with elation, your breath fogging the glass as you pant for him. “I know, Sho—  nnn god, I love you,” you whimper, barely holding it together as the hand on your stomach stretches so his fingertips can rub your clit with vigor. You’re fully overstimulated now, losing your mind at the pleasure that courses through you with each swing of his powerful hips. “Please cum inside, please…”

Shouto’s hand on your stomach jumps to your waist suddenly, and then he’s pounding into your cunt with reckless abandon, the ends of his dress shirt tickling your ass with each thrust. Just before he finishes, his left hand covers yours, your rings touching together as his fingers lace between your own and curl tight around your palm. He looks at the metal bands as he paints your insides white with his thick load, moaning all the while into your ear while he nuzzles into the back of your neck.

Silence save for your ragged breaths fills the bathroom for a moment, Shouto’s arm loosely hugging around your waist and pressing his body as flush against yours as he can with your clothes still half-on. He plants a gentle kiss on your cheek before he stands, grabbing a few more of the fancy towels on the counter and holding them underneath you as he pulls out. His breathing is still a little rough as he dabs at your sloppy cunt, instructing you to push out as much of his release as you can so you won’t have it dripping down your thighs during the reception. Carefully he cleans the both of you off, his lips quirked up into a sly smile as he puts your panties back into place, helping you into your shoes once again and making sure your dress falls to the floor as perfectly as it did before he ravaged you. Neither of you have to speak as you fix each other up, a shared smile of intimacy on both your faces.

Once the both of you have resituated yourselves as best you can, Shouto presses a lasting kiss to your temple, his fingers stroking over your back soothingly. “I love you” he murmurs, lips still pressed to your hairline. Repeating the words back, you smile up at him and indulge in a little nose nuzzle, pecking his grin as he guides you out of the bathroom.

The door resists as it bumps into someone, revealing Midoriya with his hands cupped over his ears, eyes closed, and face beet-red. Bakugou is slouching on the opposite wall, and he kicks the green-haired man in the shin as he watches the pair of you exit the bathroom.

“Took you long enough,” Bakugou grumbles, and though he’s putting on a tough-guy facade as usual, there’s a tiny dusting of pink across his cheeks. “Ten minutes my ass...”

Midoriya can’t seem to look you or Shouto in the eye, instead focusing on the boutonnière gracing Shouto’s breast pocket. “Ah, your reception entrance is scheduled to be in three minutes…” The poor man finally glances at you, eyes going wide and coughing as he looks away again, immediately deflecting your stare. “And um… y/n, you should probably uhh… fix your lipstick b-before then, I’ll go grab y/moh/n!”

Bakugou cackles at the other man’s bashfulness while he dashes off, and you feel your body heat up as you become flustered. You’d known that the pair were standing guard outside, but you hadn’t really thought about the possibility of them actually hearing your activities. The explosive blonde only shakes his hand and shoves his hands in his suit pockets, strolling off to leave the two of you alone for a minute, giving you space before you’re to be crowded around and fussed over for the rest of the night.

Shouto squeezes your hand to grab your attention, his smirk melting into a genuine smile as his soft eyes linger on your heated face. “Ready for our first dance, Mrs. Todoroki?” he murmurs, knowing fully well you’re still in a state of satiated bliss, and that he’ll have to hold you up the entire time. But it doesn’t really matter, because he also knows that you’re extra lovey-dovey after he’s made you cum, and he would carry you around the dancefloor all night if it means that he gets to be your one and only.

“So ready,” you sigh, leaning into his sturdy chest. You’re ready for your first dance, and all of the other firsts that a married couple may encounter, so long as you get to be with him.

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