kindly offering these touch prompts for whoever sparks your interest :3
33. hushed conversation in-between kisses
50. putting a hand over the other’s mouth to shut them up
33. hushed conversation in-between kisses
A little chentega for the soul. 481 words, no warnings, [AO3]
"I can't be-" Ricardo's words were cut off by a gentle yet insistent kiss and the feel of Wei's hands around his waist, pulling him closer. "believe you-" A longer kiss this time, a futile attempt to stem the flow of words spilling from Ricardo's mouth, a temporary dam for the surge of teasing he knew was coming. "used to have a crush on me." The words come out in a breathless rush despite Wei's efforts.
"How long are you going to hold that over me?" He sighs, moving his kisses to Ricardo's jaw and the gentle scratch of stubble there. If he couldn't stop him from talking maybe he could at least distract him into changing the subject.
"I just think it's interesting." As interesting as his hands slipping under Wei's shirt, curious fingers dancing over the many scars.
"It isn't." With his lips against his throat Wei could feel Ricardo's laugh as much as hear it. "You were hot, we were close, these things happen."
"But you never acted on it."
"And how do you see that going?" Wei broke away from Ricardo's neck to look him in the face. "I didn't even know you liked men." Wei brushed his thumb against the other man's cheek to soften the accusation. "At best it would weird you out and at worst…" He didn't give voice to the worst, it was easy enough to imagine, and it had been enough to keep his silence all these years, he didn't want them to somehow ruin what fragile thing they had now.
"If I'm being honest, it does weird me out…" Ricardo's laugh was small and helpless, how else was he supposed to feel now that kissing your best friend of 20 years was suddenly on the table? As if some invisible barrier between them had vanished overnight without either of them realizing it. "But I like it, it's good weird…and I don't want to stop."
Wei did nothing to censor the smile spreading across his face, drawn out by the fondness he felt blooming in his chest at Ricardo's earnestness. He could have lied, thrown on his usual cocky attitude and tried to be smooth or laugh it off as a joke but he didn't.
"Then we wont." As if either of them could stop it now, caught up in emotions that had been buried for too many years. Maybe it was unwise not to look before he leapt, that was always Ricardo's MO, but there was no doubt in his mind that he wouldn't catch him. He could trust him to watch his back, he could trust him with his well worn heart. "but Ricardo?"
"Hm?"
"Stop talking." Wei leaned into a kiss, deep and long and there wasn't a single word of protest, just a soft and gentle sound as Ricardo melted into the kiss and into Wei's arms.
You sat next to Shoto on the couch, and smiled at the host. This was the first time you'd been interviewed since the two of you had teamed up as a hero pair. You had tried to just work on your own, but Shoto had insisted that the two of you would work better together. You hated to admit it, but he had been right. You two were the perfect together in more ways than one.
The talkshow host smiled widely as the crew counted down.
"Good evening! We are live on air with Shoto and Y/N Todoroki, or as you might know them better, Shoto and (Your Hero Name)! This duo has been taking the hero world by storm, and now they're here on our couch and we just have to say it's an absolute pleasure!"
You blushed lightly as Shoto scooted closer to you until your hips and legs were pressed together. Shoto wrapped an arm around your shoulders as you answered. "We're delighted to be here! We always watch the show when we get the change!"
You try to subtly inch your way away from Shoto, but his grip on your shoulder tightens briefly and you still your movements.
The host beamed. "How wonderful! We love to hear that our humble show has celebrity fans! So tell me, other than watching our fantastic programing, what do you two heroes do in your spare time? Our viewers are dying to know more."
You waited a moment and when Shoto stayed silent you spoke again. "Well, we honestly don't get much free time. When we're not on the job, we're usually training together to keep our quirks in peak condition and to ensure that we continue to work in sync."
The host chuckled. "Well that doesn't seem right. Two attractive young people with no free time? Though you're a wonder in action, surely you should have some time for hobbies or dating. Two of the most eligible singletons in the country must got sick of just hanging around their sibling all the time."
You opened your mouth to give an answer, but Shoto bet you to it. "There isn't anyone I'd rather be with than my adorable sister. Whether that's training, or just spending time together in the evenings." With that, Shoto leaning over, pressing a kiss to your cheek. Blood rushed to your cheeks and you tried to shove him away, though you didn't succeed very well. He settled you against his side with a firm grip while the interviewer gave an awkward chuckle.
"Well no wonder you don't have time for dates, with such a doting brother. You'll have to let her go sometime, Shoto! Like maybe next Tuesday morning for coffee?" The host asked with an exaggerated wink. You laughed politely while Shoto frowned.
The interview continued on without much fuss. You doing most of the talking, and Shoto glowering whenever the interviewer hinted at either of you being romantically involved with your fellow heroes. Soon enough, you were both backstage getting your mics removed. You sighed in relief, stretching and asking about where the nearest bathroom was. One of the nearby interns escorted you to what ended up being a rather fancy private restroom. Sometimes being a prohero had some perks, you thought as you were washing your hands. There was a soft knock on the door. "I'll be out in just a minute!" You dried your hands and walked to the door. When you opened it, you gave a little cry as you were shoved back into the room. You put your hands up, braced for a fight until your gaze met mismatched eyes. Your arms dropped to your sides as you let out a relieved breath.
"Sho, you startled me."
He hummed briefly, wrapping you in his arms tightly, burying his face in your hair.
"He was flirting with you. I don't like when they flirt with you."
You huffed softly, relaxing into his embrace. "He was just trying to make it an interesting interview. We're both on the 'Hottest Richest Singles' list, or whatever they're calling it these days."
Shoto grumbled, moving his head so he could nip at your throat. "But you're not single. You're mine," he grumbled lowly.
You put your hands on his chest and try to push him away. He doesn't move an inch. "Yes, but we'll be lucky if the entire damn country doesn't know that after how you were acting today! You may as well have bent me over and taken me on the couch!"
"Should I next time?"
"NO!"
Shoto frowned as he held you even tighter. The erection in his pants grinding against you. "It would be so much better though. Everyone knowing you're mine. You'll always only be mine. No more bumbling idiots trying to get close to you once everyone realizes you're perfect for me. That we're perfect together."
You sighed softly, tilting his head so you can kiss him softly. It only takes him a second to deepen the kiss. His teeth grazing your lip, his tongue moving against yours. It was long minutes before you pulled apart, panting for breath. You shook your head, grinding against him with a small smile. "Let's go home, Sho. We can talk more later."
He nodded, chest heaving as he tried to calm himself. The two of you managed to exit the restroom without being noticed and made your way to where your private limo was waiting.
And if the two of you didn't quite make it home before you started having fun? Well, that's why your driver was paid very well for his digression.
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And there it is, anon! I am so sorry it took so long to finish. If you'd like a steamier part two to this, just drop another ask in the ask box. Have had a bit of writers block around my larger projects lately, so I'm going back and cleaning out my tumblr asks and drafts as kind of a.. palette cleanser, if you will.
I see y'all actually sending asks in, thank you! Give me a moment to finish the dishes and I'll boot up the computer for these. These ones deserve pictures, ya know?
Dealor getting really drunk and emotional and being like “I love you so much mate” “no I love you more” “I love you so much I could marry you” “you know, that sounds like a great idea” and so they get hitched. How do they react once they sober up in the morning?
John’s head was pounding and he felt like he was dying. He opened his eyes slowly, groaning at the bright light hitting his eyes. There was a heavy arm thrown over his waist and when he moved to get up because he thought he was going to throw up, he was just pulled back against the person behind him.
“God, let go, I’m going to be sick.”
Immediately, the arm disappeared and John scrambled out of bed and into the adjoined bathroom, falling heavily on his knees and threw up into the toilet. Somebody gathered his hair together, carefully keeping his hair out of the way so he didn’t get any vomit into it. After a few minutes and some dry heaving, he leaned back against Roger.
“Fuck, how drunk were we yesterday?” He groaned miserably.
“We were fucking pissed. I mean, look at the fancy ring you got.”
John was wearing a ring he didn’t remember getting at all. It as gold with a dark stone and actually pretty nice. A glint on Roger’s hand caught his attention.
“Hey, you got one, too.”
A loud bang had both of them flinching and groaning.
“Where are my favorite newlyweds?”
Freddie had burst into their room, a bottle of champagne in his hand with Brian shortly behind him, carrying four glasses with him.
“Newlyweds? What the fuck are you talking about?”
“You two got hitched yesterday. It was quite romantic when you could understand your drunk crying ramblings.”
“What!?” They both yelled, wincing at the noise.
“Aw, you don’t remember.”
Freddie quickly filled them in, telling them that at some point during their night-out yesterday, they had been babbling about how much they loved each other and since they were in Las Vegas already, they could as well get married. John hid his face in his hands for the whole story, letting out the occasional groan when the story got too embarrassing for him. Roger just stared at the wall for the whole conversation.
Dividus’ themes would have this kind of..”final battle” kinda feeling. It’s really hard to find a fitting word apart from “epic” I guess! I listed 3 songs that would fit perfectly!!
I prefer the ocean. I’ve been out on boats, jet-skis and swam out as far as I dare. My mother calls me and my brother water babies because of how much we love to swim in the sea. My favourite animals are turtles and octopuses and my favourite mythological creatures and folklores all have to do with the ocean.Space is really cool, but I’ll never get to go there, where as the ocean is right there and so expansive and pretty. Love the smell of ocean air too.
