#Date Night Dare

[jakeperalta]

honestly I really just think the only bad guys in the fight for eras tickets are the scalpers reselling tickets and the scammers tricking money out of people. that is it. not the fans going to more than one show, not the "locals" just wanting to go have a good night at a fun show. like if you're gonna be mad at anyone during all this at least make it the people profiting at others' expense!

[samskaterguy]

They really are siblings

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Mini Fanfic #1231: Date Night In: Truth or Dare Edition Pt. 2 (SSBU X Street Fighter X Darkstalker)

Few Minutes of Group Hugging Sessions Later........

Samus: Alright, Mayflower, you're up next.

Daisy: (Gives Samus a Deadpinned Look on her Face) Are you ever gonna get tired of calling me that?

Samus: Hey, the day I do that will be the day I be nice to Ridley. (Forms a Cocky Smirk on her Face) Neither of which are ever gonna happen in the million years~ Now get to choosing, Mayflower.

Daisy: ('Groans in Annoyance and Defeat') Whatever. I pick Dare.

Samus: I dare you to try and make the Cutest Man in the World next to you, blush within a thirty seconds.

Luigi: Who? (Points at Himself) Me?

Samus: Yes, you. I mean, you've always been cute before, but you cranked that scale up to eleven with that new outfit of yours tonight. (Smirks at the Green Suited Plumber) Make me wanna pinch those cheeks of yours all night~

Chun-Li: (Happily Nodded in Agreement) Me too!~

Luigi: (Smiles Bashfully as He Place Both his Hands Onto his Now Flustered and Twist Himself Around From Side to Side) Oho come now!~ I-I can't really say I'm the most cutest person out there, but I appericate the compliments greatly~

Daisy: (Playfully Pouts at Luigi) Sweetie!~ I'm suppose to make you blush, not them!

Samus: Oh relax. I haven't even started the timer yet. (Set the Timer on Thirty Seconds on her Phone)

Daisy: Wait, hang on! I gotta look my best first-

Samus: Too late. (Press the Start Button on Screen as the Sound of the Beep Goes Off) Time's ticking.

Daisy: (Snaps her Finger) Damnit. (Clears her Throat Before Leaning Herself Closer to Luigi) Say, Weeg, have I ever told how much you rock my world lately?~

Luigi: (Smiles Softly) On ocassions. It always managed to brighten up my day afterwards.

Daisy: That's good. (Places her Hand Onto Both her Man's Cheeks as She Gives Him Very Loving, Bedroom Look in her Eyes) Because no matter what anyone or anything in this crummy world says, Siempre te amaré, mi...dulce querido hombre~ (Gives Luigi a Sweet, Tender Kiss on the Lips)

Luigi: (Immediately Starts to Blush Bright Red on Cue) O-O-O-O-O-Ohhh.......

Samus: (Looks Down to See the Timer is Still Counting Down) Huh. Only ten seconds to spare. (Stops the Timer Before Looking Back Up to Daisy) Not bad.

Tifa: You can speak in Spanish this whole time, Daisy?

Daisy: (Forms a Proud Smile on her Face) Yep! (Pulls Out a Small Booklet From Put of her Shorts' Pocket) All thanks to this Romantic Hispanic Language Guide. Been reading his bad book for weeks now.

Cloud: (Rolls his Eyes) Of course.

Tifa: Amazing~

Dedede: Lemme borrow that guide of yours after you're done.

Luigi: (Starts Smiling Bashfully Again) I think I like it~

Daisy: (Giggles Softly) I'm glad to hear it. There'll be plenty more where that came from- (Whispers into Luigi's Ear) Bollo de miel~

Luigi let's out a very satisfied sounding sigh as he melts into Daisy's shoulder as she hugs him lovingly.

Lilith: (Happily Applauds her Princess Girlfriend) You were such a phenomenon from start to finish, babe!~ I wish I could speak fluent Spanish too.

Daisy: Come to me anytime and I'll more than gladly teach you a more hands on tutorial, senorita~ (Winks and Makes a Feint Kissing Noise at her Succubus Girlfriend)

Lilith: (Let's Out an Aroused Squeal as She Begins to Melt Down onto Daisy's Lap and Hugs it With a Very Satisfied Smile on her Face) I'm her senorita~

Cloud: (Stares at Daisy With a Deadpinned Expression) You're enjoying this, aren't you?

Daisy: (Casually Shrugs With a Bit of a Smug Smirk on her Face) What can I say?~ My romantic game went up the charts these days~

Dedede: Bars!

Samus: Alright, enough with the rizz and rhymes. Who wants to go next?

Lilith: (Pops her Head Up From Daisy's Lap and Happily Raises her Hand) Ooh! Me! Me! Meeee!~ I pick Truth!

Morrigan: (Gives Lilith a Teasing Smirk on her Face) Better prepare to tell them nothing but the truth, little sister!~ Your soul might set you free for once if you do~

Tifa: So, Lili, is it true that your sister's jealous of you?

Morrigan: Yeah, Li- (Eyes Begins to Shot Up to the Question Given to Her Sister) Wait, what?

Lilith: Oh yeah. She is suuuuuper jelly of me these days~ 100%.

Morrigan: (Immediately Glares at Lili) EXCUSE YOU-

Lilith: (Immediately Places her Fingers onto Morrigan's Lips) Upupupup! This is currently MY time to speak right now, sis. Please do not interrupt me for the time being, Kay?

Lili moves her finger away, quick enough from having it bitten off by an angry, growling Morrigan.

Lilith: Yep. She always wanted to be the center of attention ever since we were both children. From our parents, modeling directors, the fans. Hell, one time, she convinced me to fuse with her JUST so she can have a bigger butt than I do!

Morrigan: (Glare Turns into a Comical One) You no good, fibbing liar!!

Daisy: (Eyes Widens in Genuine Surprise) No way.....You guys can fuse?

Morrigan: ('Sigh') Yes, but not exactly into a different entity. See, with her soul intertwined with mines, I become much more powerful than I ever was originally. (Went Back to Glaring at Lilith) And I seemed to remember only using that ability to help fight off greater threats! Did I not?

Lilith: (Sighs While Rolling her Eyes) Yeah, yeah, I remember the whole Pyron and Jedah incidents we were in. (Pouts and Points at her Sister) But don't think I didn't notice all the sides eyes and grumbles you made when we're at the beach and modeling shows. (Starts Doing a Fashion Pose, Showing off Her Most....Biggest Assest With a Now Very Smug Look on her Face) You know can't ever compete with this?~

Morrigan: Yeah well....I am still older than you, young lady!!

Lilith: Really? (Casually Shrugs) Guess it goes to show how much you've past your prime then.

Daisy: Ooohoo!....

Luigi: Ouch.

Samus: She got you there on that one.

Chun-Li: (Pouts at her Girlfriend Next to Her) Sammy!

Samus: What? It was a good burn. You can't deny that at least.

Morrigan: (Groans in Annoyance and Utter Defeat Before Hugging Up on Dedede Again) Dp you see what I have to put up with on a daily basis, De!? (Starts Pouting Again) She's so annoying.......

Dedede: (Gently Pats Morrigan on the Shoulder) There, there, girl. You'll always be #1 in my eyes.

Lilith: Emotional damage aside, who wants to go next?~

Tifa: (Happily Raises her Hand Up) I'll go. I pick Truth.

Lilith: Tifa, is it really true that you've punched giant monsters into oblivion before?

Tifa: Oh yeah, tons of them. Even giant robots.

Lilith: (Very Intrigued) Woooooah.....Does it ever make your hands hurt afterwards?

Tifa: (Smiles Sheepishly) On a few ocassions, especially when I first started combat training in a young age. (Sighs Fondly of her Past) I was such a hard-headed kid back then- (Giggles a Bit) It's miracle I came as far as I did these days.

Cloud: (Snickers a Bit) You, a hard-headed kid? I don't believe it.

Tifa: (Place her Hand onto her Chest as She Does a Mockingly Dramatic Pose) Oh, but it's true!~ I became another trouble maker growing up in a small, small town. I must've gotten this rotten influence from somewhere. (Smirks Playfully at Cloud) Perhaps from someone sitting right next to me right now~

Cloud: (Casually Shrugs) It's a possibility. Guess it goes to show you shouldn't have hang out with me to begin with.

Tifa: Perhaps. (Hugs Cloud Lovingly) But that didn't stop me from falling head over heels for you years later, now does it?~

Cloud: Not even. (Gives Tifa a Kiss on the Cheek) Love you by the way.

Tifa: (Gives Cloud a Kiss on the Lips) Love you more!~

Daisy/Lilith: Awwwwwwwwwwwww~

Samus sticks out her tongue and points at it in a mocking disgust before Chun-Li stops her by gently slapping her arm in silence the whole time.

Tifa: Wanna go next, Cloud?

Cloud: If I gotta, I pick Truth.

Tifa: Oooooh~ Truth you say?~

Cloud: Yeah, that's what I-(Suddenly Notices Something is Up as He Tifa's Smile Starts to Become More Widened as She Keeps Staring at Him) Tifa......I don't like the look in your eyes. What are you planning to ask me?

Tifa: Cloud~ Is it true that you got yourself a small, teensy bitsy crush on Luiiiiigi?~

Daisy/Lilith: (Leans Over to Cloud With Intrigued Smiles on Both their Faces) Hmmmmmmmmmmmm?~

Luigi starts looking around before pointing at himself again

Cloud: (Eyes Widened as He Begins to Blush) W-What!? (Immediately Turns Away While Crossing his Arms Together) T-That's insane! I don't have a crush on him at all!

Samus: (Playfully Raises an Eyebrow) Really? Then how come we caught you awe struck the moment you saw him in her getup?~

Chun-Li: (Smiles Brightly) You were even speechless the whole way through as well~

Cloud: He looks great in the attire, how do you expect to react? You all were just as surprised at this as I was!

Daisy: True. (Smirks Wider) But don't think we forgot about what happened in our double date two years ago~

Lilith: Yeah!....Wait. (Turns to Daisy) What happened in your double date again?

Daisy starts whispering the more juicy details into Lilith's ear. It only took a few seconds before the her eyes starts to widens up as she let's out a very loud gasps.

Lilith: (Points at Cloud) YOU KISSED WEEGIE!?~

Tifa: Yep! Right on the lips. (Playfully Shakes Cloud's Shoulders) And he liked iiiiiit!~

Cloud: (Glares at his Giggling Girlfriend Next to Him) Quit it!

Dedede: Ain't no need to get embarrassed there, boy. We all know how much of a catch Weeg truly is.

Morrigan: (Happily Nodded in Agreement)

Cloud: I mean.....(Rolls his Eyes a Little) You're not....entirely wrong in that front......(Suddenly Hears Luigi's Giggles as He Now Turn his Attention to Him) What got you laughing?

Luigi: (Smiles Sheepishly) Oh, sorry. It's nothing. (Starts Rubbing The Back of his Head Back and Forth) Just feeling pretty flattered right now is all~

Cloud: (Turns Away) ('Hmph') As you should. You're a really great guy, Luigi, in your own unique, charming style. (Slowly Looks Back at Luigi) It's high time you should be treated as such, you know?

Luigi: (Heart Begins to Melt in Genuine Happiness) Thanks, Cloud. I think you're pretty great too.

Cloud: (Stares at Luigi For a Brief Second Before Turning Away Again Blushing) Cool.

Daisy/Lilith: Awwwwwwwwwwwwww!~

Tifa: ('Sighs Dreamingly') So cute and precious indeed......(Smiles Brightly) Now I date you two to kiss again!~

Luigi: (Eyes Widened in Genuine Surprise) Huh!?

Cloud: (Turns Back to Tifa with a Deadpinned Look on his Face) Seriously, Tifa? I already did Truth. You can't make me do Dare as well. (Turns to Samus) Can she?

Samus: Well, it does seem unnatural to do both...but we haven't done much Dares for a while now.....(Shrugs) I'll allow it. (Forms a Cheeky Smirk) Now pucker those lips up for one another, boys~

Samus, along with a few others starts chanting the word 'Kiss' towards the two boys in around their circle.

Cloud: (Sighs in Defeat While Facepalming Himself) They'll never gonna leave us alone at this rate, are they?

Luigi: (Sheepishly Shrugs) It's expected. A Dare is a Dare after all.

Cloud: Unfortunately. (Shyly Rubs his Arm) So uh......wanna go another round? O-On the kissing, I mean.....

Luigi: Sure! I-If it's okay with the girls, of course.

Lilith: It's totally fine with us, sweetie!~

Daisy: (Pumps her Fist Up in the Air) Yeah, go on and kiss that brood of a man!~

Cloud: (Flips Daisy Off) Screw you too, Daisy.

Tifa: (Gently Rubs Cloud's Shoulders) Hey, hey, don't worry about anything she says. Keep your eyes on the prize. I believe in you.

Cloud: (Rolls his Eyes Once More) Yeah, yeah, much appreciated.

As Tifa let's go of his shoulders, Cloud leans himself over to Luigi. The two takes their respective deep breaths to fight off any nervous tension they have before locking onto each other's lips.

Ladies: Woooooooooooo!~

('Whistle')

Samus: Now, that is what I am talking about!~ (Turns to her Girlfriend Next to Her) Chun, take some pictures, will ya?

Chun-Li: Why? For blackmail?

Samus: Nah. Cause it looks cute.

The two men pull away from one another for a brief second before Luigi suddenly went back to kissing Cloud on the lips once more, surprising everyone and Cloud in the process before succumbing to the passionate make out session.

Morrigan: Oh my!~

Dedede: My boi in green's going for seconds!~

Daisy: (Happily Applauds her Plumber Along with Lilith) There ya go, Weegie!~ Show those lips who's boss!~

Lilith: You're doing great!!~

A few seconds later goes by and the duo finally pulls away from one another for real this time, both taken aback at what just happened.

Luigi: Mama mia.......

Cloud: ('Sigh') That was the most intense I felt in a long time.

Luigi: (Smiles Sheepishly and Apologetically) I went overboard back there, didn't I? I-I'm sorry.

Cloud: (Gently Ruffles the Top of Luigi's Hair) Hey, don't worry it. I made out with you the same way that night two years ago, remember? That practically makes us even if anything.

Luigi: (Chuckles Lightly) You don't say?~

Cloud: (Chuckles Lightly) It's the truth. As dumb as this whole ordeal was, the kiss itself wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it would. So, thanks for that I guess.....

Luigi: (Gives Cloud a Kiss on the Cheek) You're welcome~

Cloud: (Starts Blushing Yet Again, Right on Cue)

Daisy/Lilith/Chun-Li: Awwwwwwwwwwwwww!~

Tifa: (Happily Clasps her Hands Together) You two are just TOO cute for words right now!~

Cloud: ('Scoffs') Please. We're more adorable if anything. Now can we please move on already?

Morrigan: (Confidently Raises her Hand Up) Yes, I would also like to do a Dare for the night.

Dedede: (Turns Back to His Girlfriend with a Proud, Playful Smirk on his Face) Ahh, look at you being brave and bold!~ You finally having fun tonight?

Morrigan: (Shrugs) To some extent perhaps. We're dreadfully low of Dares this evening and I figured it's high time I step into the-(Slowly Frowns in Fear as She Suddenly Hears a Familiar, Mischievous Sounding Laughter Creeping in) Plate?

The couple turns to see Lilith's shoulders shaking up and down before revealing herself letting out a more eviller laugh the more louder she gets, much to her older sister's discomfort.

Morrigan: What have I done?

Lilith: Morrigan Jubilee Aensland!!~ As a token of your bravery for tonight, I dare you- (Forms an Evil Smirk on her Face) To get a haircut.

Morrigan: (Eyes Shot Up in Horror) My hair?....(Brings the Bottom Half of her Long Hair in Front of Her and Shakingly Strokes It) Y-You want me to cut up my beautiful hair?

Lilith: Those are the exact words I said. (Smirk Grows Wider) Unless you wanna be known as a chicken for the rest of the night~

Dedede: (Lightly Glares at Lilith) 'Ey now, hold on there, girlie. Your sister may be a lot of things, but chicken ain't one of then.

Morrigan: (Whimpering) My hair......

Dedede: (Place his Hand Onto Morrigan's Shoulder) Will grow back in due time, That I promise you. In fact, I volunteer a certain flower to cut her hair in the meantime if it's fine with her.

Daisy: (Salutes to Dedede) You can count on me, De!

Lilith: (Turns to Daisy) Wait, you've done people's hair before?

Daisy: Yep. Was a hair stylist in training growing up. Not my favorite thing to do, but the skill does come in handy at times. I even did Tifa's hair once.

Tifa: (Smiles Brightly with her Short Style Hair Still Intact) Still love the cut to this day, Daisy!~

Daisy points her finger gun at Tifa while clicking her tongue.

Lilith: (Grabs her Chin While Thinking) Hmm.....I dunno. It would be a lot funner if I do all the cutting.

Luigi: (Softly Glares at his Succubus Girlfriend) Lili, let Daisy do this. You trust her, right?

Daisy: Yeah, Lili. (Puts on a Sad Puppy Dog Look) Don't you trust meee?~

Lilith: (Easily Fell For the Sad Eyes Trap as She Hugs Her Princess) Oh Daisy. Of course I trust you. You're my princess!~

Daisy: (Gently Grabs Hold of Lilith's Hands) Then trust me into giving your sister the best haircut in the entire globe. It's what she would've wanted, right?

Lilith: I mean, yeah, but....Does it have to be the best-

Daisy: Liliiii!

Lilith: ('Sighs in Defeat') Okay, okay. I'll leave it all to you. (Gives Daisy a Kiss on the Cheek) Show that hair what's for.

Daisy: (Happily Nodded to Lilith's Command) ('Hmph') Will do.

Morrigan: (Still Fidgeting Over her Long Hair)I don't know.....What if it doesn't turn out as good or at least....DECENT enough as I hope!?

Dedede: (Shakes his Head) Mm mm mm. Never thought, in a million years, I would ever see the Queen of Night become a worrywart.

Morrigan starts making angry (cute) sounding grumble noises as she got up into Dedede's face causing him to burst out laughing a bit.

Dedede: Ehehehehe easy now, girl, I'm only kiddin'! But seriously though, you have nothing to worry about. You can count on Daisy to make that hair look good. And even if it may not come to your liking or, God forbid, it does look bad, that won't stop me from falling for you.

Morrigan: It won't?

Dedede: (Smiles Brightly) Hell Yeah! Doesn't matter to me if you have long hair, short hair, no hair, skinny, fat, or get turned into a completely different entity altogether. You'll still be my queen and I'll still love you 'till time and space comes to a complete end. Count on it. (Gives Morrigan a Wink and a Thumbs Up)

Daisy/Luigi/Lilith/Tifa/Chun-Li: AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!~

Cloud: (Genuinely Surprised by Dedede's Words Along with Samus) Wow. That.....gotta be the romantic thing I've ever heard coming out of your mouth, De.

Samus: (Slowly Claps her Habds to De) Yeah. Very well done.

Morrigan: (Heart Begins to Melt Right as Her Eyes Starts to Sparkle) My king.....('Sniff') My sweet, darling kinghing!~ (Tearfully Hugs Her Boyfriend)

Dedede: (Hugs Morrigan Back) Don't you being worrying your cute head now, girl, I got you. Always.

Daisy: (Scooches Her Over and Breaks the Hugging Couple Up) Okay, enough with the adorable, mushy romance. (Pulls Out a Hair Comb and Hair Cutting Sheer) Time to get to work! Now then, gonna do a little bit of this....(Starts Doing Morrigan's Hair).....a little bit of that......go right up here.....down below annnnnnnnd.......(Completed Her Hair Session as She Present Morrigana Mini Mirror Handle) Done.

Morrigan slowly takes a look at herself in the mirror's reflection. Her long, teal colored hair has now been reduced to a short, cuter bob cut style.

Morrigan: (Eyes Widened at her Own Reflection) my goodness.....(Slowly Starts to Smile Again) I look even more stunning than I did beforehand!~

Dedede: See? (Crosses his Arms with a Satisfied Smile on his Face) Told ya you're in good hands

Daisy happily nodded in agreement as she high five Dedede next to her.

Lilith: (Starts Smirking at Morrigan Again) And here you are worrying over nothing~

Morrigan: (Picks Up a Pillow Next to Her) No thanks to a- (Angrily Swings her Pillow at a Giggling Lilith Moving Away From the Potential Crossfire) TWERP like you!! (Sighs While Calming Herself Down a Bit) But I digress. (Properly Bows to Daisy) I thank you for the lovely hair cutting session, your highness. (Went Back to Hugging Dedede) And I thank YOOOOOU!~ For your heartwarming words and support~I will never forget this wonderful moment~

Dedede: (Chuckles Lightly) It's no problem at all, hun. I'm just glad to see you happy again.

????: Hey!

'Knock Knock Knock Knock'

????: Party People!

The gang turns their heads to Wolf standing by Dedede's doorway, glaring at everyone inside.

Wolf: Will you idiots keep your voices down already? Your constant laughing and awwings from your little Truth or Dare game, has been interrupting our completion run for an hour in a half now!

Dedede: ('Sigh') Yeah, that's my bad on this one, man. Forgot to close door and turn on the noise canceling door piecd before coming here.

Daisy: (Raises an Eyebrow in a Bit of Confusion) What kind of completion run are you even doing anyways?

Wolf: Well, if you must know, princess, Izzy and I are completely every single achievement we've yet to achieved on Doom Eternal.

Daisy: ('Ugh') You guys still play that game?

Wolf: (Proudly Crosses his Arms Together) Yep. Still as rad as it always been.

Cloud: And outdated. You should move on from it already

Wolf: Hey, you think we didn't try that already with Helldrivers 2? As fun and immersive as that game was, it doesn't hold a candle to how exhilarating Doom truly is in comparison.

Isabelle: (In the Other Room) Wolfe! Get in quick! I found one of the rarest Golden Doom Suit! It's so shinny!~

Wolf: (Eyes Widened as He Turns to the Other Room) Seriously!? Don't move, I'll be right there!

Samus: Found yourself a gold mine?

Wolf: (Turns Back to the Gang with a Smile) Literally! We've searching for the skin since the day we first finished the game. It's incredible. Now if you'll excuse me I have some more alien scum to rip and tear with my lady next door. (Points at Dedede) Soundproof your shit, King. You don't wanna have me come back here. (Walks Away)

Dedede: ('SIgh') Yeah, yeah. I got the message. (Gets Up From his Bed and Set Up the Soundproof Device on the Door) 'About the end our game anyways.

Lilith: (Starting Frowning Along with Morrigan) Awww....Already?

Morrigan: But I was actually having fun with the game for once!~

Dedede: And I'm happy for ya, Morrg. But it's getting late now and I really don't want Wolf to come back here and kick my ass in this hour. Again.

Chun-Li: Fair enough. But what do we do to past up the time now?

Samus: Binge watch a few shows? Something less action pack, so animes are out.

Daisy: (Snaps her Finger) Dangit. How about Friends?

Samus: Nah. Too bored to care about the Will-They-or-Won't They Plotline.

Luigi: How I Met Your Mother?

Samus: Mmmmm....It's the same as Friends, but even more convoluted for my taste.

Tifa: Full House?

Samus: Too mushy.

Cloud: Big Bang Theory?

Samus: Too nerdy.

Chun-Li: The Office?

Samus: Too office like.

Chun-Li: Sammy, it takes place in a literally office company.

Samus: Yeah and it looked plain for my liking.

Daisy: Did you even watch an episode or two?

Samus: ('Tch') I mean, if you count a one minute video clip maybe.

Luigi: (Raises an Eyebrow) Do you remember the name of the episode of the clip you watched?

Samus: Uhhhhhhhh.....Office stuff, I guess? It's been a while.

Daisy: All in favor of watching the Office all night say 'Aye'.

Everyone: Aye!

Samuz: Seriously?

Dedede: Hell yeah. (Sits Back Down on the Bed) That show's a cult classic for a reason. We ain't gonna skip out on it just cuz you think it's plain.

Morrigan: (Hugs Dedede Arm Again) Yes, and who knows? There might a possibility that you'll end up liking it as much as we do.

Samus: I doubt it, but whatever. I'll end falling asleep anyways.

Chun-Li: (Smiles Softly) My lap is available to sleep on anytime.

Samus: (Gives Chun-Li a Kiss on the Cheek) My babe.

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[impishtubist]

Divorced-dads-to-lovers Prongsfoot AU where Sirius and James meet again at Harry’s wedding years after their divorce and get back together WHEN

[inevitably-johnlocked]

hey steph! hope your having a good day!

I was wondering if you had any "first dates" type of fics, because that's the current mood (woo yeah projection)

Hi Nonny!

AHHH, You know, I really needed to make a "Dating" list, so here we are! This one has fics specifically where they Date Each Other, and not NECESSARILY a first date, but definitely think you'll enjoy these anyway!

AND to make it a bigger list, I've added fics that came up with "date" or "dating" as a search result on my MFL list :)

As usual friends, feel free to add your fic or a fic you know! <3

FIRST DATES / DATING EACH OTHER

See also:

Date on a Dare

Victor Trevor / Sherlock and Other People

Sherlock and OMC's

Jealous Sherlock Because John Dates a Man

The Marriage Proposal Negotiation by Goddess_of_the_Night (G, 2,161 w., 1 Ch. || Dev. Rel., Possessive Sherlock, Insecure Sherlock, Fluff, First Kiss, Post Mary) – Sherlock hasn't ever really done anything the traditional way, so of course it wouldn't bother him to propose to John even though they're not even dating. And the fact that John is already on a date with someone else when he decides to do it? Tedious. 

Last Christmas by Mazarin221b (T, 3,911 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff, Pining Sherlock, First Kiss) – That Earth-shaking revelation, then, leads to a problem, and one that Sherlock realizes should be solved quickly, before John’s dates turn into girlfriends or boyfriends, because sometimes girlfriends or boyfriends can turn into wives or husbands while your back is turned. Every time John hums happily at the mirror as he shaves, splashes on a little gift cologne Mrs. Hudson bought him for Christmas, Sherlock is drawn back to that night by the fire, and the way John’s touch had made the world stand still.

Date Night by inevitably_johnlocked (G, 4,451 w., 1 Ch. || Anxious / Worried Sherlock, Caring John, Schmoopy Fluff, Fidget Cube, Baking / Cooking, Date Night, Established Relationship, POV Sherlock Holmes, Understanding John, Grumpy Sherlock, John’s Bum, Kisses, Hugs, Domestic Fluff, Touching, Hair Petting, Light Humour) – It's John and Sherlock's first Date Night as an official couple and Sherlock needs it to be PERFECT. Mrs Hudson helps. Part 7 of I-J's Tumblr Ficlet Collection

Correspondence by Cleo2010 (T, 8,031 w., 5 Ch. || Letters, Friends to Lovers, Jealousy, Dating) – Sherlock’s been spirited away on a case for Mycroft. Part of the deal was that he and John could communicate via letter until the case was completed. Maybe the cliche is true, absence does make the heart grow fonder. Or perhaps something is growing on the feet in the fridge. Read their letters month by month.

Six Dates by avawtsn (E, 7,421 w., 2 Ch. || 5+1, First Time / Kiss, Post S4-Compliant, POV John) – A rather accidental 5+1 written for the prompt “is this a date?” Hint: it is.

How To Give Your Boyfriend Who Doesn't Know He's Your Boyfriend the Best Valentine's Day Ever by unicornpoe (T, 9,832 w., 1 Ch. || Valentine’s Day, Fluff and Crack, Soft Sherlock, POV Sherlock) – Sherlock is pretty sure that John Watson is his boyfriend. He's also pretty sure that John doesn't know it. But with a little help from a magazine, some friends, three crepes, five dates, one awesome CD, and a stalker van, John is bound to realize just in time for Valentine's Day.

Uncharted Territory by J_Baillier (T, 19,603 w., 4 Ch. || Dystopian Future / Black Mirror AU || Alternate First Meeting, Angst, Drama, Homophobia, Bisexuality, Technology, Humour, Romance, Near Future, Happy Ending) – The System puts people through a series of assigned relationships in order to determine who their Perfect Match is. John believes that it works; Sherlock really, really doesn't. One of them is probably going to be wrong.

Dear John by wendymarlowe (E, 23,031 w., 64 Ch. || Post-TRF, Online Dating, Pining, Epistolary, Cybersex, Long Distance Romance) – With Sherlock dead, John eventually (under duress) makes a profile on an online dating site. And falls into a long-distance relationship with an enigmatic partner who reminds him of Sherlock in all the right ways. (Hint: it turns out to be Sherlock.) Part 1 of Dear John

Don't Leave Anything Out by lookupkate (E, 27,422 w., 24 Ch. || Letters / Epistolary, Misunderstandings, Angst, Happy Ending, Alternate First Meeting, Sherlock in Love, Pining Sherlock) – The first letter John writes home from Afghanistan is meant to go to a woman he went on only one date with. How it ends up in Sherlock's hands is completely innocent. What happens next is not. What do you do when you find out the person you're in love with has been lying about something as monumental as who they are? What do you do when you're the one who lied?How on earth do you put the pieces back together?

Classified(s) by blueink3 (E, 36,153 w., 4 Ch. || Wedding Date AU || Fake Relationship, Jealous, Pining, Hurt/Comfort, Idiots in Love, Happy Ending, Mary is not Nice, Escort Service) – Clara's American father is the ambassador to some such territory that Great Britain probably used to own, but she (and Harry’s undying love for her) is the reason John is getting on a flight at 12:30pm, flying across the second largest ocean in the world, and pretending to be in a perfectly happy, healthy relationship with an undoubtedly perfectly coiffed stranger. See, Clara is not only American (and wealthy to boot), she's also best friends with John’s ex-fiancée. Whom she's placed in the wedding party. As Maid of Honor. And John just happens to be Best Man. Bloody brilliant.

floating through a dark blue sky by Lediona (M, 58,966 w., 15 Ch. || Notting Hill AU || POV John, Celebrity Sherlock, First Date / Time / Kiss, Past Drug Addiction, Angst with a Happy Ending) – Of course, I’d seen his films and always thought he was, well, brilliant -- but, you know, a million miles from the world I live in. Or, when John is the owner of a travel book shop and the famous Sherlock Holmes stops in one day.

MARKED FOR LATER

A proposal in blood by Some_weird_queer_writer (T, 756 w., 1 Ch. || Marriage Proposal, Injury, Ambulance, Established Relationship, Date Night, Love Confession) – John and Sherlock go out for a date night when they're attacked and John is injured. Still, they make a promise.

Date Night by Calais_Reno (T, 1,477 w., 1 Ch. || Coming Out, Drunken Love Confessions, Drunk John, Fluff) – On a date, John and Sherlock out themselves to Lestrade. It's all fine. Part 1 of the Just Johnlock series

The Importance of February 14th by cypress_tree (T, 3,156 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff, Humour, Valentine’s Day) – Sherlock was born on Valentine's Day. John doesn't know this and invites him out on a date. Sherlock assumes it's a birthday celebration and believes so right up until the moment John kisses him.

Third Date by Calais_Reno (T, 4,111 w., 1 Ch. || Dating, Awkward Romance, Relationship Advice, Jealousy, Friends to Lovers, POV Lestrade) – John Watson dates a lot of women, but never gets beyond the Third Date. Sherlock solves it. Part 3 of the Just Johnlock series

It's all Fun and Games Until Someone Falls in Love by Malakia (T, 5,618 w., 1 Ch. || Alternate First Meeting || Fluff, Bullying, BAMF John, Online Dating) – Anderson and Sally while drunk sign Sherlock up for some gay dating event or website as a laugh, hoping to embarrass the detective. The next time they see Sherlock, he is on a date with his new boyfriend John who he met at the event/ through the site.

Come and Find Me by Salambo06 (M, 9,737 w., 3 Ch. || Different First Meeting, Fluff, First Kiss, Twitter, Awkwardness, First Date, Love at First Sight, Inexperienced Sherlock, Frottage) – Two days ago, Sherlock found himself being kissed by a man only known as John during a Pride event, before running away. But Sherlock soon realises that the said John intends to find him again, even it means asking the help of the entire Internet.

Not this year by Imjohnlocked87 (E, 16,293 w., 4 Ch. || Alternate First Meeting ||  Friends to Lovers, Valentine’s Day, Fluff and Smut, Implied / Referenced Drug Use, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Food Sex, Wall Sex, Angst with Happy Ending) – One month after leaving the rehabilitation centre, when Donovan asks Sherlock if he will be alone on Valentine's Day this year too, he replies he will be spending it with someone special.The only problem is that this someone doesn't exist.Because who would want to have Valentine's date with Sherlock Holmes? 

The Aftermath is Secondary by meet_me_in_samarra (E, 19,641 w., 5 Ch. || Punk AU || Pining John, Seductive Sherlock, Implied / Referenced Drug Use, Horny Idiots, Public Sex, Toilet Sex, Hand Jobs, Tongue Kink, Insecure Sherlock, BAMF John, Insecure John) – Will Doctor Holmes and Doctor Watson really go on the agreed date in the infamous punkrock club "The Misfit"? Will their sexual tension finally be resolved? Is it really going to be dangerous? And will Sherlock really wear the promised fishnet top? (Oh God, yessss!) Part 2 of the Wretched and Divine series

Cinema by thelookyouredoingthelookagain (E, 22,411 w., 12 Ch. || Different First Meeting, Nightmares, Flirting, Cinema, John’s Cane, John’s Blog, Therapy, First Date) – John's nightmares drive him across the street to the all night cinema where the tall, dark projectionist provides in an interesting distraction.

Gravity is missing from everything by meet_me_in_samarra (E, 23,557 w., 6 Ch. || Punk AU || Overdose, Suicide Attempt, Developing Relationship, Slutty Sherlock, Vulnerable Sherlock, Public Sex, Food Sex, Porn With Feelings, Sherlock’s Past, Sherlock Whump, Caring / Protective John, Insecure Sherlock, Anal Sex, Drug Use) – People bumped into him, cussing and throwing death glares. Blocking their way, Sherlock stood frozen in a throng of commuters. “Are you high?” one shouted into his vacant face. Funnily enough he actually was not. This was all John´s fault. Inflicting a date on him. To have dinner. Part 3 of the Here I Am series

Whenever it's right (AKA First Date) by Aliea (M, 26,493 w., 15/? Ch. || WiP || London Underground, Explosions, Doctor John, Sherlock Whump, Angst, Hospitals, Mind Palace John, Coma, Past Drug Use, Big Brother Mycroft) – Meeting the person you have been searching for all your life, never knowing that you have been searching until its over and you have them before you. What happens when you fall in love at first sight then everything goes to hell? Do you stay or go, take the risk or run for the hills. John has has never ran from anything, so he wasnt going to run from the man that changed his life in less than five seconds.

A Wizarding Barista's Field Guide to Seducing a Muggle by paradigmfinch (T, 29,344 w., 9 Ch. || Harry Potter Coffee Shop AU || Fluff, Wizard John, Muggle Sherlock, Bisexual John, Flirting, First Dates, Harry Watson, Secret Identity) – To help pay for Healing tuition, John Watson gets a job at a coffee shop in Muggle London, where he soon sets his sights on a particularly gorgeous customer. John's seen plenty of Muggle films. How different can it really be to woo a Muggle?

If Baker Street Could Talk by a_different_equation (E, 31,723 w., 12 Ch. || Neighbours AU || Blind Date, Domestics Life, Widower John, Pianist Sherlock, Developing Relationship, Slow Burn, PTSD, Mental Health Issues, Alternate First Meeting) – There is a very thin wall between 221b and 221c. As if by fate, it has separated two sitting rooms that now almost morph back into one. One sitting room belongs to Sherlock Holmes (43), a pianist; and the other one to Dr John H. Watson (45), whatever he might be after everything. Theoretically, John's a war hero, an ex-surgeon, a widower, and he’s telling everyone that he develops a game which might take a lifetime. There is a wall between them, but they cannot be separated.

Four Shots Series by Opy3332 (T, 34,736 w. across 5 works || Series WiP || Coffee Shop AU || MI6, Barista John, Developing Relationship, First Dates) – Series of stories revolving around John and Sherlock meeting under different circumstances--when John takes a job as a barista at SIS headquarters and meets Sherlock there.

Starting Over by Calais_Reno (M, 49,260 w., 10 Ch. || Alternate First Meeting || POV Alternating, Dev. Rel., Awkward Romance, Misunderstandings, Angst with Happy Ending) – A disappointing blind date set up by well-meaning friends brings together John Watson, invalided army doctor, and Sherlock Holmes, asocial, "married to my work" consulting detective. Two idiots falling in love.

To Poisons and Their Antidotes by thegirlinthedeathfrisbee (M, 66,648 w., 12 Ch. || Unilock AU || Deductions, Coffee, Dinners, Dates, Drug Use, UST / RST, Romance, Humour, One-Liners, Drama, Angst, ASiP, Oral/Anal, Hand Jobs) – Every poison has their antidote. Sherlock will meet the antidote to his poison in the most unlikely of ways. 

Follow Me Down by 221BeStillMyHeart (E, 67,725 w., 15 Ch. || Alternate First Meetings / Professions AU || Captain John, Daddy Kink, Suave John, Slow Burn, Pining, First Dates, Gay Sherlock, Jealous John, Case Fic, BAMF John, Caring John, Insecure Sherlock, Protective John, Protective Lestrade, Big Brother Mycroft, Fluff, Masturbation, Gentle John, Flirting Sherlock, Jealous Sherlock) – Sherlock Holmes is a 23 year old genius working as a forensic analyst at Bart's hospital. John Watson is a 38 year old army captain just back from war, working as the lead surgeon in the trauma ward. A chance meeting brings them together, and no one is ever the same.

What have you done? by Tildathings (M, 78,184 w., 20 Ch. || Internalized Homophobia, John’s Family, Coming Out, Sherock/OMC, Hugging, Suicide, John Deduce’s, Nightmares, Love Confession, First Date, Bed Sharing, Psychiatry) – John have been invited by Sherlock on a pub night?! Sherlock said to him at Monday that Greg and Mike wanted him to come with them on a pub night. Sherlock is afraid that he would do something wrong socially left alone, so could John come with him? When John arrives at the pub Two Broken Hearts he sees Sherlock talking to a man.

[lovekinethings]

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[primordialruin]

Her inability to leave Hell aside from new moon nights on Wednesdays (Zohar ref: she's at her most powerful on Wednesdays & New Moon nights) has rendered her yearning for the daylights on Earth. The only time when Lilith is able to enjoy the sight of Earth is during the early minutes of dawn, just before the sunrise.

[todayisafridaynight]

My brain is like all over the place but like I haha no uno reversed card my breakup and we're just on break now- one of the things I find funny is that he still wants my updates for y7 so that's fun (I'm not even upset I'm just confused 🧍)

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[lunarflare64]

Had to draw up the relationship chart for the nightclub polycule because it had gotten hard to keep track of and it turns out the polycule looks like a failed satanic ritual

[tonycries]

Bad Boys Bring Roses - G.S.

Synopsis. You’ve never dealt with the yakuza - not once. So why is the future head of the Gojo clan suddenly coming up to you, demanding that you marry him for 30 days?

Pairing. Yakuza boss! Gojo Satoru x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, yakuza! au, fake marriage, annoyances to lovers, elders suck, mentioned k*lling (not reader or Satoru), Satoru is INSANE and SO down bad, one bed trope, praise, biting, oral (fem receiving), fíngering, unprotected, créampie, spitting, overstim, flower language, kníves, bit dark, HAPPY ENDING, pet names, swearing.

Word count. 9.1k (whoopsies)

A/N. I just HAD to get this out of my mind like I wanna write an entire book series on this. Spent too long researching rose language as well so see if y’all catch that hehe.

You thought the wedding invitation was a joke when it had arrived - a delicate, lacey little card that you’ve probably read over a million times by now. It had been stuffed haphazardly into your mailbox, along with a ridiculously large bouquet of purple roses. Seemingly inconspicuous when you first tore into the thick envelope, wondering which one of your friends was getting married now. 

And it was - that is, until you saw your name at the very top - right where the blushing bride’s was supposed to be. 

We hereby formally invite you to the marriage of…

What? 

No return address. No date. No groom’s name either. Only yours, written in beautiful, golden writing - inviting you to your own wedding, exactly a week from now.

You remember perfectly the way you’d flipped it over and over in your hands, the gears turning in your head as you tried to crack down on the motive behind this invitation. A threat? A joke? Texting all of your friends about what a cute prank that was - only to get a shared confused reaction, and a few “April Fool’s has already passed, y’know.”

Hell, you’d even cornered the mailman, desperate to get to the bottom of this. But that wasn’t particularly helpful when he was only able to shake his head in protest, pale as a sheet, and trembling ever-so-slightly as he sped away from you. Weird. 

Without a clue as to who sent the letter, or even a follow-up in the days after, you stuffed the invitation somewhere deep in the back of your closet and handed the bouquet to your mother. Not bothering to tell your parents where it was from - because who’d worry over a stupid prank like this? It was probably one of the kids from down the street that’d gotten their grubby lil’ hands on a printer. 

You, however, had more important things to focus on - like trying to help your father revive his failing diner. It was a family business, a quaint, hearty little shop. One that was quickly, and dangerously, losing both customers and employees with the brand new fast food place that’d popped up right across the street. 

Which is why you found yourself here - working overtime on a Saturday night, looking over the empty chairs and stacks of boxes from behind the counter. Whatever, it was only a few weeks until relocation anyway.

You heave out a sigh, eyes flitting to the clock beside you - 11:21pm.

Nine minutes more, you drum your fingers in boredom, maybe you should just close up early. Because sure as hell no one else was-

“Oh? Still open?”

“Ah- Uh, yes, welcome!” Jolting out of your reverie, you stand up ramrod straight, taking in the customer standing at the door. He wasn’t one of the regulars - no, you think you’d remember if he was. Cloudy white hair, piercing blue eyes that twinkle from above his shades, even in the dim light of the diner. He was so very tall, taking up almost all of the doorframe, only getting more and more imposing as he walks up to you in quick, long strides. Magnetizing. 

And if you dared let your eyes wonder, you caught a few tattoos peeking out from his unfairly snug button-up, clashing with its flashy blue color. Dragons? Trees? Or were they flowers - roses?

“Roses.” the man in front of you answers your unspoken question, voice so very deep, and melodic - tinged with something playful in it that you wouldn’t have expected at first glance. At your raised brow he continues with a wink, “Could tell ya were checkin’ me out, sweetheart.”

“F-forgive my rudeness, sir.” you sputter, face burning. You look away from the way his muscled ripple as he crosses his arms, immediately turning to fumble with the menus, “Please take a seat and I’ll be there with you shortly.”

You’d expected him to take up a booth, or maybe head towards one of the good tables around the corner. What you did not expect was for him to plop down on the stool right in front of you, flashing you a playful grin before humming, “S’alright, m’just waitin’ for someone.”

Oh. Well, it made sense that someone like him would be taken. Swallowing, you hand over the menu, before giving him a close-lipped smile, “A lover?”

Resting his head on his palms, not bothering to even glance at the list of dishes before him. “My fiancée.”

“Congratulations, Mr…”

“Gojo Satoru.” he tilts his head, looking way too happy with himself. “Please, call me Satoru.” 

You nod softly, picking up your pen and notepad to get this conversation over with - and maybe to also avoid his heavy stare that made something hot and uncomfortable coil in your stomach. “Right, Mr-” at his disappointed whine, “Satoru. Congratulations, must be one heck of a thing to plan.”

“Oh I’m having fun with the wedding planning.” He waves off your words with a chuckle, missing - or pointedly ignoring - the way you were waiting for his order. “How’s it going for you?”

What?

You narrow your eyes at the way Satoru was batting those long lashes up at you, deceivingly innocent and waiting for your answer. “I’m sorry- Me? Did you mean with the diner relocation plans or-”

“No no no.” he laughs, loud and boisterous. And usually you’d have a thing or two to say at someone interrupting you if you weren’t so mesmerized by that little dimple at the corner of his grin. One that moves as he plows on, “M’asking how wedding planning is going for you, wifey~”

There’s a beat of silence. One. Two. With you gaping at the pure audacity as Satoru quiets down to little titters, seemingly studying your reaction in amusement. Which slowly, but surely, drains from his face as you grit out a sharp, “I’m gonna have to ask you to leave, sir. We’re very busy and don’t have time to entertain your pick-up lines.”

Those widened blue eyes sweep the painfully empty diner, letting out a low whisper. “I can see that.” you let out a strangled noise of embarrassment at that. “But you’re really gonna ask your husband to leave?”

Huffing in frustration, “I don’t have a husband.”

“...you do.”

“I don’t.”

“You do.”

“I don’t. And who the fuck are you to tell me I do?”

“What?!” Satoru jumps out of his seat in shock, fast enough that the stool clatters to the floor with a deafening clang! Hands slamming on the counter as he leans over it - so close that you could feel his minty breath fanning your face with each hurried, shrill word that tumbles out of his lips. “What do you mean you don’t have a- I’m gonna kill those fuckin’- After I bought Canva premium just to make that invitation? Did the flowers come at least?”

And while Satoru is panicking, words spilling out of his mouth a mile a minute - only one of those rings in your mind - invitation. 

“You.” you hiss, barely audible over meltdown in front of you. Pointing a finger accusingly, “You’re the one behind that prank with the dumbass roses.”

That seems to snap Satoru out of his dramatic monologue - and you’re glad it did. Because he looks up to meet your glare, “Hey! You didn’t like the roses?” 

And for the first time, you see Satoru more serious than he’d been ever since stepping into this diner. Eyes somewhere behind you, ablaze and almost…frightening. “Didn’t you ask him?” 

You whirl around to see your father, who’d apparently rushed downstairs at the commotion. Baseball bat to fight off the intruder hanging in midair as he stands frozen, taking in the scene before him - but more importantly, that man in front of him. “You.”

---

And, well, it’s not everyday that you’re having late night tea with your parents and one of your father’s…business associates. Even rarer when said business associate is…you gulp, praying to whoever’s above that this is all some sick dream you’ll wake up any second from. 

“So, let me get this straight…” you sigh, pinching your nose in frustration. It’s been an hour or two of trying to understand whatever this was. Giving a stern look at the two men squirming across from you in the booth. “My father was conned by one of your-” you gesture your head at Satoru, which only makes his smirk grow, “-men to take a loan from your um-”

“Family, yakuza. Anything goes.” he supplies helpfully.

You wave him off, trying as quickly as possible to brush off the ‘yakuza’ bit that makes your stomach lurch. “And now he owes you a favor of…what exactly?”

Satoru leans across the table, t-shirt opening tantalizingly. Voice dropping to an almost-pleading murmur, “Look, I just need you to pretend to be my doting, loving, charming, gorgeous-” backtracking at your withering glare, “...Anyway. I just need a fake wife for a few months, convince my family to get off my back about arranged marriage n’ carrying the Gojo legacy. Then bam! you stomp all over my heart, we divorce and I’m too heartbroken to ever get married again. Easy.” 

“No.”

“Please?”

“No.”

You bet Satoru’s disappointed groan echoed across all 23 words of Tokyo, because it was definitely ringing in your ears amongst whirlwind thoughts of marriage? To a yakuza? Completely, and utterly ridiculous. And from his talks of “carrying the family name” it seemed like he was some sort of future head as well. Though, he definitely wasn’t acting like it right now. 

“Alright. Plan B, then.” 

Oh? You couldn’t help but think that maybe he wasn’t that much of a manchild as sits up from where he’d been splayed all over the table in tragedy. Lacing his fingers together before turning to your father, continuing in a more diplomatic tone, “But I want the cash you took. In full. Now. Gonna hafta disguise my best friend as my wife, n’ dresses for a six foot man aren’t cheap.”

Your mother looked like she could faint right then and there. Choking out a noise of surprise, “B-but we’ve deposited it all for the relocation- Please, can’t we pay any other-”

At the firm shake of his head, you stammer, “Now? Aren’t you some yakuza nepo baby, can’t you just ask your parents for money?”

“No.” Satoru chuckles, in a tone which told you that he probably could but might just lose his head for it. Only further supported as he muses, “Not unless I want a finger cut off for dealin’ money on the side. Seriously, sweetheart, why did you think I sent you the invitation last week?”

“Take me instead.” you father cries, trying to negotiate above Satoru’s half-joking mutters of “Ugh, I’m not into ol’ men dumb enough to sign yakuza contracts.”

It was all too much. You couldn’t take out the relocation deposit - it was a new start, possibly the only thing to save your family. Nor do you have enough in savings to pay back the loan. And if Satoru’s warning was anything to listen to, then you knew that dealing with the yakuza could be dangerous. Why you? Why you? Why you? 

“Fine.”

The moment that word leaves your lips, it’s like the whole world freezes. Everyone in the room - including yourself - unsure of whether they heard you right. “I’ll do it.” you clarify, voice hesitant but firm. Eyeing the way Satoru’s eyes begin to sparkle, the beginnings of a smile curling his lips. Raising a finger to shush your father’s protests, “But for a month, until we leave this place. After that m’going with my family and you’re never to contact us ever again. Deal?”

And oh Satoru seemed over the moon, reaching out to grasp your hand in a handshake - so warm, and softer than you’d imagined. “Swear on m’life, wifey. You can kill me if not.”

He was so intimidating - and intimidatingly exhilarating.

Only an hour more of arguing and a quick phone call later, men - yakuza, you assume - were flooding your family’s little diner. All tattooed and burly, looking somewhat comical as they carried your few packed-up suitcases outside. Well, at least they stayed for a late dinner. 

And ended up being witnesses to a very rushed, very rushed signing of marriage agreements. Evidence to really show up your alleged marriage. It barely even lasted a few minutes before, well, that was that - you were married, to the son of a yakuza head. 

You say a quick goodbye to your teary parents, soothing them with promises of “I’ll be back before you know it. One month. That’s all.” 

“And don’t worry about a thing,” Satoru sing-songs, coming up behind you. “If there’s anyone she’s safe with, it’s me.”

“You better keep your mitts off of my baby.” your father warns, raising the baseball bat still clutched in his hand menacingly. 

“I won’t lay a hand on her, father-in-law. And anyone that even thinks about it…” he cackles, breath hot against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. “I’ll kill.”

Prancing off to hold the door of that shiny black Mercedes parked outside open for you. “Ladies first.”

With another quick hug to your parents, you hastily make your way inside. Feeling extremely out of place amongst the overly luxurious interior in your slightly-stained work uniform. God, the covers on these cushions themselves probably cost more than your house. 

“Like the car? I can buy you one. Or four, as a wedding gift.” Satoru grins. 

Oh, right. You weren’t in here alone - you were here with your new…husband. The word felt so strange to even wrap your head around, instead you turn to meet his easy smile. Clenching your jaw as you grit out, “So how do we act m-married?”

You swear he brightens up impossibly, scooting closer to you on the seat. Heart lurching as he raises his eyes to meet yours, dizzy with the heat of his proximity, he promptly pulls out his Notes app. 

“Well, you see. I forgot to send this with the invitation so you better memorize this before we get home.” flashing you a long, long list of likes and dislikes, “Here’s my favorite color and my favorite Digimon and-”

That car ride could not have been longer. Because in addition to arguing with Satoru about who the best Digimon was, you had to fill out your own version of his overly extensive list. “So we can be foolproof.” he’d whined. And you’d been so engrossed in the process that you barely noticed the looming estate out the window.

“We’re here, young master and madam Gojo.”

It took a second to register that the driver was talking to you as well as Satoru, immediately pushing your face against the window to take in the scenic site before you. Heavy wooden doors - probably taller than an average house - opening to reveal sprawling gardens. Koi ponds and rose bushes lining a pathway that led to a traditional Japanese house - all power and glory. You half wondered whether you were still in Tokyo. 

“Home sweet home.” Satoru grunts. “Such a beautiful hell, huh?”

Your home, for the next month. At least. 

And if you had any doubt that Satoru was in fact the future yakuza head, that all went out the window at the welcome you got. Men lining the wooden hallway, bowing at the waist while your all-new husband wraps a hand around your shoulders, pointing out the various rooms and ornaments as he led you in. 

“-and this is going to be our room.” he brings you in front of a large tatami room, one the size of your entire diner. 

“Ours.” you repeat. Walking unhurriedly to the king-sized bed in the middle - the only bed. Heart pounding as you take it all in. 

“Ours.” Satoru echoes, happily. And if he was any bit as affected as you are, then he doesn’t show it, instead pulling out a blue yukata from the closet, a golden Gojo emblem stamped on the back. Made with such a pretty, delicate fabric that it made you shiver to think how much it cost. “Now, I had these made jus’ for you last week. You can give me a lil’ fashion show tomorrow, so make sure you get some rest, wifey.”

It’s only when he says the word “rest” that you realize exactly how tired you are. Your long shift and the entirety of this having your eyes feeling heavier than usual. 

“Um…” you start, risking a glance at the bed. 

Satoru jolts, “Ah- don’t worry, sweetheart. You take the bed.” beginning to saunter outside to meet his team. “Got some work, so I’ll be sleeping in my office. Dream of me~”

And, really, you almost felt bad splaying yourself out on the crisp navy sheets. Sinking into the heady smell of fabric softener, and something so so Satoru. Addictive. Like an expensive cologne that made your head spin, one that wafted through your mind as you dreamt of summer weddings, and blue, blue skies.

“Ichiji.”

“Yes, young master.”

“See to it that the madam is safe. Anyone try anything funny and you bring them back alive. I wanna be the one to play with them, okay~?”

“Of course, young master.”

---

Admittedly, you probably have the best sleep of your life at the Gojo estate- or, it would’ve been if your husband didn’t burst in every morning at 7am. Handing you a ridiculously big bouquet of white roses, straight from the garden, before dragging you outside. 

Milling about the estate, Satoru was never too far behind, chattering away. Letting you hold onto his strong arm crossing the bridges, occasionally having you show up to yakuza meetings as his plus one. Relishing in the rumors spreading all through the yakuza syndicates in Tokyo. Gojo Satoru, and the commoner wife he’d do anything for.

Weirdly enough, some strange little part of you thinks he puts in a lot more work than necessary for some pretend relationship…

“I think that stupid plan is really working, y’know.” you muse to him after a few days of this. Dipping your fingers into one of your favorite koi ponds with a nod at the figures watching you from a distance - Gojo clan elders, you assume. “Those old coots hate being within a five mile radius of me.”

Satoru huffs out a laugh, “That so? S’probably the method acting then, huh? Taking good care of me, wifey?” he wiggles his eyebrows, nudging you from where he was holding an umbrella beside you. 

Furrowing your brows mockingly, “S’funny for you to say, they don’t even look at me. But they follow me around everywhere.”

“Do they annoy you, must I do my duty as a husband and gouge their eyes out?”

He…didn’t sound like he was joking. 

Rolling your eyes, you pointedly ignoring the way your heart lurches at the word “husband.” Still so jumpy at the idea. “Speaking of, your parents give up the marriage proposals, yet?”

At this, Satoru clenches his jaw. “Still nagging, but they’re finally considering you as my actual bride rather than some hijink.” he spits out, seemingly recalling whatever conversation they’d had before. “And they want to have some family ‘dinner’, but it’s going to be awful and you don’t-”

“Let’s go.” you interrupt, nodding determinedly. “The realer this marriage seems, the faster we can divorce, no?”

He blinks at you slowly, “That’s…true. For the divorce, then?”

“For the divorce.”

And, well, that was settled - you were to meet your new in-laws. The ever-elusive heads of the Gojo clan. Also one of the most powerful yakuza in all of Japan, but, semantics really.

You spend the evening cooped up with Satoru in the library, poring over the bloody history of the yakuza - with the Gojo’s heading them all. The only time he actually leaves your side is a few hours before the dinner. 

“For you.” he’d murmured, lips ghosting your ear, slipping something cold onto your finger. You look down to see one of the most beautiful rings you’ve ever seen - gold, with delicate blue and white diamonds encrusting it, cut in the shape of roses. “Can’t be married without a wedding ring, huh? Think of it as a good luck charm for tonight.”

And with that he’s swept away in a flurry of bodyguards and ruffled men, and you’re left standing there all alone. Cheeks burning, wondering how the hell he knew your perfect fit. 

You worry longer about the dinner than you spend actually preparing for it. Though, that’s probably because of the group of stylists that come into your room to help you dress. Wordlessly fussing around you despite your weak attempts at conversation, eyes averted. Almost like they were…scared of you. 

But there wasn’t much time to think of that - not when you’re being marched off in the direction of what you remember Satoru had called the family dining room. “More like a fuckin’ meeting room for those hardasses.” he’d snarked.

The moment you step in, all eyes turn to you - the only ones you recognize being Satoru’s, who immediately stands with a smile. “Ah, wifey! Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” pulling you into a tight hug. His voice drops into a low, raspy murmur in your ear, “Ya look fuckin’ gorgeous in my colors, y’know.”

Traitorously, jolts of electricity run down your spine. Especially at how fucking gorgeous he looked in traditional wear. Whispering back, “Playing up the doting husband bit, huh?”

“Only for you.”

Pulling away, you drink in his dangerously handsome state. Hair so effortlessly styled, tattoos winking at you from just above his yukata - blue, to match yours. So pretty.

Stammering out, “Corny.”

“Only for-”

“Now that the girl is finally here, may we begin with dinner?” A stained voice sounds from behind Satoru, old and tinged with a tone that years of customer service told you did not bode well. Craning your head, you look over his broad shoulders, meeting the eyes of several disapproving elders. 

Shit. Some of the most dangerous people in this country right now. 

Gathered here - for you. 

Automatically, you knew which ones were his parents - painfully upright, and hauntingly beautiful in a cold, calculated way. Sat right at the head of the long table. With a jolt, you realize that you two are seated right opposite them. 

“So.” his mother starts, as you take your seat with a bow. Satoru doesn’t waste any time on niceties, plopping down right next to you, scooting closer than necessary. “Congratulations on the…wedding, my son.”

My son. You ignore the way both parents pointedly avoided looking at you. Your husband, however, does not. “What~ Not gonna wish my dear wife as well?”

It’s a silent staredown - one that has the entire room on edge. You don’t realize that you’re clenching your fists in tension until Satoru untangles them, slipping his larger hands into yours. Gaze still alarmingly intense and locked on the other side of the table.

He wins.

“Congratulations. Let us begin now.” 

You breathe out a sigh of relief, the tension only slightly broken as butlers stream into the room, carrying decadent trays of food. Well, at least the food might make up for how appalling this dinner is going to be.

It’s only 15 minutes in that you realize how very, horribly wrong you are - because the elders of the Gojo estate really don’t hold back, do they? Thank God you memorized every part of that stupid likes and dislikes list.

Besides picking apart every aspect of your relationship that they could manage to squeeze out of you between the appetizer and the main course, the main scrutiny tonight seems to be you. But in that icy, subtle way that has Satoru’s jaw clenching tighter each second. 

Lips curling, Gojo senior eyes you over his wine glass. “So, dear,” voice dripping with underlying venom despite the pet name. “Is it true our Satoru missed an esteemed marriage meeting with the Zenin group to ambush you at some rundown old diner?”

You fight to keep the smile plastered onto your face, painful and cracking under the pressure. A hand squeezing under the table to stop Satoru from opening his mouth to retort, you answer instead, “Well, ambushed wouldn’t be the word. You could say we fell in love over the counter - at my family’s diner.”

“A waitress, she said?”

“Now we know why it was this rushed. Probably pregnant.”

“The scandal. How far the Gojo name has fallen.”

The few stifled gasps from the other end of the table are so dramatic that you could almost laugh. But you don’t. Breath hitching as Mrs. Gojo chuckles, “Marrying the daughter of a lowly diner owner? How... quaint.”

“Mother, be quiet or-”

“What?” she throws her hands in exasperation. “Can’t I say anything around here. Honestly, Satoru, I’m just trying to make conversation with your new wife.”

Before either you or Satoru can react, his father speaks up, apparently not done with the interrogation. “You understand that we’re just worried, right, dear? Especially with marrying into prestigious families, of course.” The emphasis on “prestigious” is not lost on you.” And it drives you insane. 

Steeling yourself, you train your eyes on the untouched food below you. “I understand.”

Plowing on as if trying to infuriate you, “And you understand that this position is dangerous? You’ll be targeted.”

“I understand.”

“Do you? Don’t be swept up in our Satoru’s charm and wealth, dear, my son just wants a way out of duty.” tone dripping with disdain, Satoru’s grip becoming tighter and tighter on yours. “The Gojo syndicate owns half of this city, we could bulldoze over that little diner of yours with only one phone call”

“My wife and I are leav-”

“I said I fuckin’ understand.” Your words hang in the air like a foul stench, and you raise your head to glare. If looks could kill, all the elders in this room would be six feet under and you’d be dancing on their graves already. “Neither me, nor my husband would ever let that happen because he knows a thing or two about respect, unlike you.” Lacing your fingers tighter with Satoru’s. “So shove your mighty family up your wrinkly asses. I don’t give a flying shit.” 

Eyes wide, jaws dropped, the old couple opposite you finally seems stunned into silence. And if it was any other situation you could’ve almost laughed at how similar they looked to Satoru when he found out you thought his proposal was a prank.

His father adjusts his glasses. “Perhaps that is so.”

Ah, if only the rest of the table would be quietened just as easily. 

“Not only is she a slut she’s a-”

Thud!

It all happens so fast you’re not even sure if your eyes are playing tricks on you. Because in a split-second, the knife that was at your side is suddenly embedded, deep into the wooden table - barely even an inch away from the elder that had spoken up. 

“You’re lucky I’m matching with my wife n’ didn’t want to dirty this new yukata.” a voice sounds from your side. Melodic and so so eerie that you don’t realize for a second that it’s Satoru - your Satoru. 

He loops an arm under your legs as he stands up. Easily maneuvering you into a princess carry, forcing you to cling onto his robes for dear life as your feet dangle from the floor. You look up - maybe to snap at Satoru to put you down - only for the words to die in your throat at how absolutely fucking feral your husband looked. Eyes wide, aura menacing. A grin gracing his features, not the familiar one which had your heart racing, no - something so dangerous and cold. 

“Now,” he hums. Turning his back to the room, gaze still locked with the shocked heads inside, “My lovely wife and I will be retiring. Won’t you all say goodnight to your future madam?”

You don’t know what shocks you more - the way everyone in that room mumbles out a disdainful little “Goodnight, ma’am.”, or the way Satoru cackles as he carries you to your shared bedroom. Laying you gently on the mattress with a quiet, “Be right back, sweetheart.”

What the fuck happened?

He could’ve killed that man. And looked like he wanted to. 

Your brain yells at you - run away run away run away- But you weren’t…scared? In fact, you don’t think you’ve ever been less fearful in your entire life. Especially not when Satoru stumbles back into the room, clearly rushing. Something warm spreading in your chest at the trays of food in his hands.

“Dinner’s better without a bunch of fossils on my kill list.” he grins. Settling right next to you on the bed, setting out the dinner he’d brought for you. And, well, you didn’t doubt that they really were on his kill list. 

“Hey, wifey.” Satoru speaks up after a few moments of silence, satisfied with the food laid in front of you. “M’sorry for putting you through that. No more family dinners from now.”

You inch closer to lay your head on his sculpted shoulder, a hand bringing up the food to his pretty lips. He smelled so good, faintly like pine, and clouds. It made you so dizzy. “Eat, Satoru.”

That’s all which is said, because maybe that’s all that was needed. And for a second there, you almost forget that this is all pretend.

---

“Hey, uh- mister. You alright?” you call out, voice barely audible over the rain. 

The sullen figure didn’t react at first, soaked through and eyes trained on the ground. Unmoving, even when you hesitantly drew closer, umbrella quivering in your hands. 

You should turn around - walk away like everyone else on the sidewalk was doing. But no, something about the way he sat alone, stoic to the storm around him made you inch closer. “Here.” you hold out your umbrella. “S’our diner’s, but you look like you could use this more than I do.”

He jolts, as if hearing you for the first time. A flash of blue, so quick you almost think you miss it. Still not raising his head fully, the man’s snowy hair tousles as he jerkily closes around the handle. Pretty. And so so sad.

“It’ll be alright.” you nod. 

And with that, you turn, running back in the rain to the haven of the diner, where your father was waiting impatiently - he’d just bought the boxes to start packing up for relocation. Fingers still burning ever-so-slightly where his hand had brushed against yours. How strange, you wondered his name.

---

Satoru stayed true to his word over the weeks that followed. His parents seemed well and fully intent on avoiding you. And, well, other than a few disdainful remarks, the elders mostly scurried away in fear at your very sight. 

The only thing that made your skin prickle was that the housekeepers had a penchant for peeping in on the two of you. Increasingly following you - they always did, but now…honestly, it was a bit disconcerting. 

But other than that, it was almost…peaceful. You wake up every morning to a large bouquet of burgundy roses at your bedside table - and a husband. Because Satoru had taken to sleeping on the little couch at the corner of your room every night - saying something about not wanting to rouse suspicion because if he actually had a wife he’d be “taking her to bed every night”. Somehow, you didn’t doubt it. 

“Funny how it’s getting close to a month of being married, but you haven’t even kissed me yet.” you deadpan. Looking down at where he was resting his head in your lap, sprawled across the soft grass in the garden.

Something else also happened - something different.

Because Satoru was a bit touchier, a bit closer. Like right now, preening into your fingers carding through his soft hair. “Oh~? Why, wanna take me to bed, wifey?”

“You wish.”

“Maybe I do.”

Your hands still, pulse racing as your eyes bore into Satoru’s, trying to figure out what sort of bad joke this was. Subconsciously, you find yourself leaning down closer - too closer. Close enough that you could count every shade of blue in his hungry gaze. But by the grace of whoever was above-

“Young master, please excuse the intrusion but you have-”

Sitting up abruptly, addressing the newcomer in a stone-cold tone. “How many fuckin’ times have I not told you to never bother me when I’m with my wife?”

The servant bows apologetically, sputtering out apologies as you move to get up. Flashing a smirk at Satoru’s dramatic pout, “I have to catch up on some reading anyway. See ya, Satoru.” 

“Noo~ my sweetheart don’t leave me~” 

You stifle a laugh at his little tantrum, so different from when he was serious. He was so….dizzying. “You’ll be okay, Satoru.” Glancing up nervously to meet the servant’s intense stare, studying the scene before him, how different his master was. “I’ll be at the library now.”

And Satoru notices - of course, he does. He sees that tiny flash of concern in your eyes. One that you might not have noticed yourself. He lowers his voice as you walk away, so you don’t hear him speaking behind you. Words dripping with a similar venom he always heard from his parents, “Now, tell me who you’re spying for. Names, first and last.” 

Satoru doesn’t join you in the library that day, the first time in weeks. And you find yourself missing him more than you should. It’s dark out by the time you’re raising your head from the books, joints aching from poring over them for hours. The house seems a lot quieter. Somewhat bigger. 

Something was wrong. Something was wrong. Something was wrong. 

Scratching the back of your head, you wander through the wooden hallways to your bedroom - wondering what was amiss. Your feet take you there as if on autopilot, thankful for Satoru’s meticulous tours. 

“Hey,” you smile softly at a servant making your bed, “Where are-”

Your question dies in your throat at the way she yelps at your words, hurrying down the corridor with a jerky bow. Weird. Leaving you all alone, and confused, muttering to yourself, it’s only then that you notice the flash of red by your bedside table. 

Not a bouquet. Only a single, red rose - a note tied around the stem, something you’d never gotten before. 

“The marriage proposals have been revoked, your contract is fulfilled, my ex-wife.”

Oh, reading that hurt more than it should’ve. You should be happy at being free, a few days earlier than expected at that - but it was over - just like that. You didn’t want to leave him. You didn’t want to leave him.You didn’t want to leave him.

 Were you going insane?

Clutching the flower like a lifeline, heaving out a sigh, “Maybe Satoru knows…”

“Thinking of me?”

Startled, you whirl behind to face your husband. In the dim-lighting, making out the stoney expression on his face, eyes wide and a little duller than they had been earlier today. 

“Satoru?”

His eyes light up at the mere sound of your voice - then you’re engulfed in him. Wrapping you in his arms, bowing his body into yours, so tight that it almost hurts. But you let him, fisting the fresh yukata in your hands - and that’s when you realize, he’s changed his robes since this morning. “Are you okay?” you whisper into his shoulder. Drinking in the smell of his cologne, and something faintly metallic. 

Every cell in your body is screaming at you to take the opportunity - to run away from this yakuza and his slaughter and whatever this was. But how could you? Staying rooted to the spot, not even a speck of fear.

Satoru heaves out a heavy breath, tickling the hairs at your nape as he pulls you impossibly closer. “Those nosy elders won’t be bothering you anymore, sweetheart. You’re free to go.”

A shudder runs down your spine at his words, and you didn’t want to think too hard about what they meant. Instead, you guide him to your bed - and, surprisingly, he allows you to. Letting the two of you sink into the plush mattress. With Satoru still in your arms. He repeats, “You’re free to go.”

Run away. Run away. Run away-

There it was again - that strained little manta. You stare right into his eyes, voice thick at the sinking feeling in your stomach. “My 30 days aren’t over yet.” 

“Leave. Please.” he grunts into the crook of your neck, like your hands drawing patterns down his back had broken some dam. “M’not a good man.” 

You press your lips to his forehead, searing and a desperate attempt to soothe the man. “I think I’ll be the judge of that.”

“I’m yakuza, sweetheart. Doomed to follow my parents here.” he mutters, strained and voice more unsure than you’ve ever heard. And once he started, it was like Satoru just couldn’t stop, rambling into your skin, “I hate it here, and you should, too. All these fuckin-”

“So go with me instead.”

“What if-”

“Toru.‘ you cut off his words, slurring and spilling out of his mouth. Gently, you pry him away from his little haven, reeling back to take a good look at the face he’s been hiding for so long. Hair mussed, curtaining his whirling eyes - all disheveled and vulnerable where he was once so suave. 

Your eyes bore into his, unwavering. “It’ll be alright, Toru.”

And then he’s kissing you - and you’re kissing him. Only when his lips meet yours, soft, and so so sweet, do you realize that this is everything you ever want right now - possibly these past few weeks. “Y’can kill me if you don’ want his.” he mutters into your open mouth.  

It’s so desperate - a messy clash of teeth and saliva, Satoru was drinking you in like you were the last drop of water on Earth. He tasted so sweet, like candy almost, and the gentle caress of a lover. You were addicted like you could do this forever and ever and-

And then he’s pulling away. A disappointed little whine leaves you involuntarily as he parts, delicate strings of saliva snapping in the space between you two. Satoru’s mouth drops into a soft oh! at the noise, surging forward minutely like he was about to kiss you senseless again. Only to halt with a pained grunt, just a hair’s breadth from your lips. 

“M’sorry.” Claiming your lips once again, like a man possessed. Drinking in your breathless gasps. Like he never wanted to let go. “F-fuck, sweetheart. Y’don’t know how crazy you drive me.” he pants.

“Why did you pick me?” you blurt out, a question that had been nagging at the back of your mind every time Satoru slipped his hand in yours, introducing you as his loving wife. “Was it just the debt?”

He’s kissing your pulse now, canines hovering over the erratic little cadence. Breathing you in like you were intoxicating. “No.” he’s licking a long, languid stripe up your neck. Pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses down every inch of skin he could reach. 

“Then why?” your words come out in almost an embarrassing plea. But by the way his breath hitches, you know that Satoru loves it. 

“Because.” he breathes, “You treated me like a human.”

He’s capturing your lips with his again, nipping at your bottom lips. You squeal as he pulls, suddenly wanting him to tease you like this everywhere. To have him absolutely ruin you like you know he could - treat you like the wife he claimed you were. 

But Satoru wasn’t done yet - far from it. He chuckles, kissing down your neck, fumbling with the ties of your yukata, “Remember that night? You probably don’t, was rainin’ so hard I thought I’d drown out there.” Worshiping the valley between your breasts as he hastily unbuckles your bra. “That night was when the marriage proposals had come in. They said I’d either carry the legacy or be forced to leave the family. Kicked out of my own home.” 

And you’re reeling from both his words and the way Satoru was rocking his hips into yours now, something hot, and so achingly hard pressing in the damp area between your legs. “Thought I was gonna take ‘em all out that night.”

“Take them all out?” your breath hitches.

“Every. Single. One.” Fingers dancing across the hem of your panties. “Wouldn’t have felt bad about it either.” 

Satoru’s licking down your navel now, humming in confirmation into your skin. “But then…” he groans, taking in the first fucking sinful sight of your drenched panties. So flimsy and already dripping for him - and after just a few kisses, really? You were heaven on Earth. “But then along came you. So pretty and all worried f’me. The daughter of that diner owner I’d loaned money too.”

You watch, heart racing as Satoru swallows in awe. Darkened gaze locked on the way your slick beads out of your pussy, bare thighs trying to close - give yourself some semblance of dignity. But no- how could you? When Satoru’s holding them apart.

“And then I knew…” he’s sliding his index underneath your panties up and down, grazing your swollen folds. Pooling your sweet sweet juices on his fingertip before popping it into his mouth. Eyes fluttering shut at the taste, and you’ve never seen him look so blissful. “I just had to have you.”

Rip! 

The cold air brushes against you before you even know it - only when you feel Satoru’s hot breath against your dripping cunt does it hit - this bastard just ripped your panties off. And he was dangling it like a badge of honor, breathing in your juices so animalistically. 

Your lips wobble as he just admires your pussy, the way it glistens and clenches around nothing. “Hah- please.”

“Please what?” he grins, and you can feel him licking little circles around your inner thigh. So close. “The wife of a yakuza boss has gotta know how to use her words.”

“You’re awful.”

“And yet you married me.”

With such a cute lil’ whine that makes Satoru’s cock twitch so painfully, you buck your hips closer to his hot mouth. “Wan’ your mouth on me, to eat me out. Please, Toru.”

He lets out a shuddering breath, “There’s my girl.”

You gasp when he surges forward, burying his pretty face nose-deep in your pussy. Holding your breath as he lazily licks up your folds - long, sloppy movements of his tongue all the way from your base to your swollen clit. Swirling deftly around the sensitive nub. 

Drunk off your pussy with the way he’s so messy - seemingly unable to decide between sucking harshly on your poor, ravaged clit to dipping into your sloppy hole. And it’s driving you mad, keening and pulling at his soft locks. You haven’t been touched this good in ages, and Satoru was well and fully intent on ruining you. 

“Shhh, don’t worry, wifey.” words muffled into your cunt, “Your husband’s gonna take care of you.” He’s throwing your legs over his broad shoulders.

“Real good care of you.” Then he’s plunging knuckle-deep in your plushy pussy, the tips of his long fingers massaging your plushy walls. Messy enough that your slick is trailing down his wrist. Roaming for that one spot he knows will have you moaning deliciously. Pressing down, hard.  “Found it. Gonna have you screamin’ my name til’ the entire estate hears.”

You tug on his hair, urging Satoru’s mouth towards your cunt - partially because you wanted him there, partially because you really needed him to shut up right now. 

And shit how could he ever say no to his pretty wife?

Satoru is grinning, you can feel it on your throbbing clit as he wraps his pretty pink lips around it. Pumping his fingers in and out, hitting that little spot each and every time. Looking like he was absolutely in heaven as he rolls and swirls his tongue against your clit over and over and-

“Sh-shit. Toru-”

“Mmm, yes- fuck, love it when you call me that.” he groans. And oh he’s looking at you like he wants to devour you - eyes half-lidded, such a pretty blush disting his cheeks - and making out with your pussy just as much. Tilting his head back, back, back so that your juices slide down his throat. “Feels good? Ya like when m’ruining your pretty pussy?”

“Yes!” you squirm. Shaking, bucking your hips into his touch so desperately. “Wanted it s’bad.” 

He’s becoming frenzied now, drinking in your cute little whimpers like he was addicted. But it wasn’t enough - it never was and fuck Satoru wanted more more more-

“Move your hips, yeah- jus’ like that.” Satoru’s grunting and smacking his lips against your own. Letting you pull and angle him just as you please. 

“Gonna be the best fuckin’ husband you’ll ever have. N’ anyone that says otherwise, m’gonna fuckin’ kill.” The vibrations have your body jerking violently. “Make you cum harder than y’ever have. C’mon, say yes.”

And with that, he’s alternating between lapping at your clit and bullying his tongue through your swollen folds. Stretching you, thrusting in and out of your sloppy hole. Jaw grinding deeper into you as he eats you out like his last meal. “Ngh- fuck, yes yes yes-”

“Beg for it, beg for your husband.”

“Wanna cum- Ah! Please, wanna cum, Toru.”

One hand so messy toying with your dripping entrance - not having the patience or the sanity to even draw circles anymore. Just quick, hurried patterns to get you off. The other digging into your hips, so hard you were sure it’d leave marks for tomorrow. Making you drag your sloppy pussy senselessly all over his mouth. Using him. 

“Hngh- Toru! Ah- fuck fuck Toru Toru T-”  You’re shaking - crying out as you cum. A guttural, strangled moan of your husband’s name. So violent, and hard that you don’t even realize at first. Just that you’re rocking your hips into Satoru, white-hot pleasure behind your eyes, blood roaring in your ears.

And he doesn’t stop - not even once. If you were in any better state of mind you’d wonder whether it hurt - whether his fingers were cramping up, and his tongue was tired. If they were, he didn’t show, only letting you chase your high as roughly as you want. 

Greedily lapping up all your juices. Even when you’re blinking your vision back, chest heaving as you try to regain our breath. “S-Satoru.” you mewl, stars behind your eyes with each flick of his tongue. 

“Jus’ a bit more. Wanna taste all of you.”

You weren’t going to make it out alive.

Big, fat tears pricking at your eyes from the overstimulation as Satoru finally rises from what you almost worried would be his favorite seat. “All done. Now, keep that pretty lil’ cunt on display f’me, my girl.”

And your cunt is clenching in- fear? Anticipation? As your husband finally unties his yukata, letting it slide off those milky, toned shoulders. And shit he was such a fucking masterpiece. The dim-lighting bouncing off every curve and dip of those carved abs. Delicate swirls of his tattoo inching from his collarbone, down, down, down, hugging Satoru in a way that made you so half-lucidly jealous. All the way till the last inky thorn meets the neat tufts of white hair peeking up from the hem of his underwear. 

“Touch me.” he groans into your ear. The words barely leave those pretty lips before your hands are everywhere. Dancing down his tattoo, groping at this pecs - too much to worship, not enough time. 

“Toru…” you trail off, hand reaching out to brush his waistband. Tugging just enough that his throbbing cock springs out, hitting his sculpted abdomen. Red, and so so angry, fat tip weeping down his length, already so soaked in precum. He was so intimidatingly long - longer than anyone else you’d had before. Thick enough that you wondered whether you’d hurt yourself. 

And he sees right through you.

“Now now, none of that.” he tuts, pushing your bare thighs as far apart as they’d go. He spreads your cunt so shamefully with his thumb. Spitting once, twice. Some of it splatter against your thigh as Satoru mixes his saliva with your slick. “Don’t worry, wifey, m’gonna make it feel good for ya.”

You flinch as he uses you like some object. Dangerously liking it more and more as he drags his fat head down your folds. Wetting himself, all the preparation he was going to give you because fuck Satoru needed to be inside your pretty lil’ pussy right now. 

Then you feel like you’re being split apart - as if Satoru’s cock was pushing all the way to your lungs as he presses through the first ring of muscle.

“Ah! Ngh- Toru, s’too big!” you yelp, eyes locked on the way your lips were stretched so lewdly around his tip. Clamping and quivering as he keeps pushing in, inch by fucking inch. No mercy. Absolutely none at all. 

And while he sounded like he was on cloud nine, you were having your head spin, torn between wanting to run away from his massive cock and just push yourself down for more more more. His lips claim yours - absolutely animalistic because God he needed to shut up your pretty whines or else Satoru was going to cum right here right now.

“Breathe, sweetheart, breath. Ngh- You can take it.” Satoru pants into your mouth, fucking into you in mindless, shallow little thrusts just to fit inside your snug cunt. Sounding like he was losing his sanity each time your heavenly walls milked him. “So fuckin’ tight. Jus’ relax f’me. Oh yeah, jus’ like that. You can take it you can-”

You gasp for air when he finally bottoms out inside you, tears streaming down your face and clawing at his back. 

Satoru only coos, letting you mark him up all you want. Pace increasing relentlessly, “Aww, my good lil’ wife. Taking me so well, huh?” Starting to rock his hips just a bit faster into yours, “Always knew y’would.” 

“Can y’feel me, right-.” Balls smacking against your ass, his finger tracing an invisible line halfway down your tummy. “-here?” Thumb stroking where he could feel himself bulging inside you, pressing down. Hard. 

You almost sob at the pressure, jolting - you should’ve expected that the yakuza boss would fuck so mean.

And shit you can just do nothing but take it, hips jerking wildly as Satoru pounds into you with reckless abandon. Clutching at his shoulders, the sheets, his hair - just anything. 

“C’mon~ Don’t run away from me,” he grunts, strained like he’s struggling to maintain restraint. Lacing his fingers on top of your head to slide you impossibly deeper onto his cock. “Jus’ fuckin’ got you, so don’t you dare run away.”

You can only nod. Eyes glazed, cockdrunk and letting him thrust so sloppily. “Won’t run away Toru…” you babble, “Wan’ you to make me yours.”

“Mine? Gonna be all mine?”

“All yours, Toru.”

And maybe you were an idiot, maybe you were a mastermind - because with a choked out little moan of what sounded like your name, Satoru’s pulling you both to sit up. The gravity makes you bury his cock deeper and faster into your tight pussy.

With the new angle, your husband’s hitting all the right spots easily, almost as if he knew your body better than you did. Veins rubbing so deliciously against your walls, shifting around your hips to fuck up into that poor, abused spot. 

“Ya like this, huh?” he groans, fingers now toying with your ravaged clit. Rolling it around harshly between two fingers. “Always knew this cute pussy could take me s’well. Just didn’t know it would feel this fucking heavenly.”

Faster, sloppier. Bouncing you on his rock-hard cock  like he was claiming you from the inside. So, so desperate and debauched.

And exactly where you wanted to be. 

You leave delicate pink bites down this pale neck, alongside those roses - marking him in your own way as you edge closer and closer. It was too much. Everything was too much. 

“Toru-” you sob. And he already knew what that meant. With how your voice breaks so adorably and the way you’re clenching around him hard enough that it’s almost difficult to ruin that cute pussy. 

“Close?” 

“Mhm…”

“Well then.” thrusts getting sloppy, with no reason or rhythm now. Grip on your body tightening like a vice. “Cum f’me like a good lil’ wife, then.”

And that makes you throw your head back in ecstasy - it makes you cum. Thighs quivering, jolts of electricity running down all the way from your overstimulated cunt to your hazy mind. It has you chanting Satoru’s name like a lifeline while his teeth dig into your flesh. Hard enough that you distinctly wondered whether he was out for blood.

Letting out low, muffled moans into your neck while he cums as well. Hot ropes of seed filling up your poor, bloated pussy, painting your walls such a sinful white. Cumming and cumming so hard you wondered whether you’d make it out alive.

And because of the obscene position, you could feel the way it dribbled down your legs. Thick globs landing in a pool on the overpriced sheets below, smearing so lewdly between you two. Hips still fucking up into you - not even thinking about it as he pushes his seed deeper and deeper. 

You managed to raise your eyes, still dazed to meet his - exhausted, and dark with lust and something else that you really weren’t in the right mind to decipher right now. 

And then Satoru’s lips find yours again, biting and tugging lazily. Tasting so unfairly of candy and sweet, sweet trouble. Body melting into you like all the worries have been lifted from his shoulders. He’s looping his arms tighter around your waist, crushing you into an almost-painful hug against him. 

Something soft. Something new. Something that makes a little part of your heart twinge to break the kiss and pull away mere millimeters. “We better not divorce after this.”

“Of course not.” He chuckles into your lips, resting his forehead against yours like he was trying to map the constellations in your eyes. “I haven’t even given you my wedding gift yet.”

Smirking, you lock your legs tighter around Satoru’s toned waist as he lets the two of you fall back into the mattress. Sinking into it - and each other - with both exhaustion and something of a quiet, unspoken little fondness. Batting your lashes up at him, “Mhm, I remember someone talking about giving me four mercedes as a wedding gift and I’m leaving if not.”

“Well then, better get to it. Four for my in-laws to get on their good side, too,” he nuzzles the bite mark on your neck. “Because I plan to stay like this for a long, long time.”

A/N. Plagiarism not authorized.

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1230: Date Night In: Truth or Dare Edition Pt. 1 (SSBU X Street Fighter X Darkstalker)

10:45 p.m. at the Smash Mansion's Entrance Room.......

Dedede: (Clicks his Teeth While Walking Inside the Room with Morrigan and the Rest of the Gang Following Behind) Damn. All of the clubs and bars we went to so far are either already full or closed down indefinitely. Ain't that some shit?

Samus: (Rolls her Eyes) And of course, it all had to happen during the weekend.....(Turns to Tifa) That bar of yours is still open for the night, Tif?

Tifa: (Shakes her Head) No, it's closed. I gave the boys the day off. ('Sigh') Even then, I'd rather you guys not go in and interact with most of the customers we usually have there.

Morrigan: Are they really that troublesome to deal with?

Tifa: (Turns to Morrigan with an Annoyed, Deadpinned Look on her Face) They managed to tick Barret enough to have them get thrown out of the windows on numerous occasions. Troublesome doesn't begin to describe how much of a huge headache they are.

Daisy: Well, we can't just call the night off here. It's not even midnight yet!

Samus: Anyone got any ideas to pass the time?

Chun-Li: We could watch a couple of movies in here.

Samus: Nah. We've been having movie nights too often this year.

Cloud: How about a game or two of Mario Party?

Samus: ('Scoffs') And get at each other's throat throughout the night? No thanks.

Luigi: Board games?

Samus: Eh....It's less drama fueled for sure, but too basic for my liking. Anything else, people?

Lilith: (Grabs her Chin While Thinking) Hmmmmmm......(Forms Excited Smile as She Comes Up With Something) Ooh! I have something we can do~

Morrigan: (Raises an Eyebrow at her Younger Sister) Lilith, don't you think we're all a little too old to try and form elaborate pranks on people?

Lilith: (Flailing Her Arms Up and Down While Pouting at Morrigan) I know that already, Queen of Obvious, don't butt in!! (Went Back to Smiling Again) What I'm suggesting is that we play ourselves a little game called "Truth or Dare"~

Morrigan: Truth or Dare. Really?

Lilith: Yes, really! Juicy truth bombshells, daring challenges, it's a classic for all ages to play.

Daisy: I do like me a good challenge.

Samus: And truth bombs does intrigue me to some extent. All in favor of playing Truth or Dare for the remainder of the night say "Aye".

Everyone: Aye!

Morrigan: ('Sighs in Defeat') Childish game it is then. (Points at Lilith) But I swear, if you even think about giving me most brutal and/or horrid dares, you are a dead woman!

Lilith: Will you relax, sis? I'll go easy on you when the time arises. Promise. (Has her Fingers Crossed Behind her Back)

Morrigan: (Unconvinced) Mmmhm.

Moments Later to Dedede's Room........

Dedede: (Presents the Gang to his Bedroom) Here we are, folks: my humble abode. (Walks into the Room With Everyone Else Following Behind) Take your shoes off and make yourselves comfortable, not too much though.

Lilith: (Awe Struck by the Room Itself Along With Morrigan) Wooooooah......

Morrigan: My goodness......

Chun-Li: (Looks Around the Room Itself, Amazed) This is a really lovely room you have in here, Dedede.

Daisy: I know, right? It almost like we're in royal castle room or something- (Sits Herself Down on Dedede's Large Size Bed Along With Everyone Else Before Suddenly Feeling It's Squishy Sensation) ('Gasps') No way! (Looks Over to Dedede) You got yourself a freaking water bed this entire time!?

Lilith: (Playfully Moves Up amd Down on the Bed She's Laying On) Squishy Squishy!!~

Dedede: (Happily Nodded) Yep! Its the only thing they let have from the castle. The room ain't much, but I try to make it look nice and homey as possible, for myself, the guests- (Forms a Cocly, Seductive Smirk Towards Succubus Girlfriend Next to Him) And the pretty ladies especially~

Morrigan: (Plays Along with Dedede's Wordplay While Smirking Back Him) Pretty ladies ypu say~ Like me?~

Dedede: Hell yeah, you!~ You're the most beautiful woman I ever laid eyes on.

Morrigan: (Starts to Blush) Amd you are the most handsomest, charming man I've ever have the pleasure to fall in love with~ I could come here more often- (Hugs Dedede Lovingly) So we cam have so much relaxation and fun~

Dedede: (Hugs Morrigan Back) Hey, you're more than welcome come and stay here fpr a few days or so. I wonder what your room looks like.

Morrigan: (Giggles Softly) Not nearly as organized as yours, I'll tell you that much. But be patient, my dear. The sooner I have it more clean is the day I'll finally have you there- (Snuggling onto Dedede's Embrace) Cuddling up in my arm as we sleep the rest of the night away!~

Dedede: (Chuckles Lightly) Sounds like a romantic date plan already. Can't wait~

The couple lean toeach other a little closer bas they proceed to do an eskimo kiss much to the Bounty Hunter's slight annoyance.

Samus: Hey, lovebirds, do your cutesy banner some other time, we have a game to play.

Chun-Li: Anyone wants to start us off?

Luigi: (Raises his Hand) I'll go with Dare please!

Daisy/Lilith: Oooooh~

Daisy: (Gives Luigi a Playful Smirk of her Face Along with Lilith as They're Sitting in Between Him) Getting brave on us already, sweetie?~

Luigi: (Smiles Sheepishly) As brave as I humanly can really. The night is young after all.

Samus: (Proudly Nodded to Luigi) Atta boy, Weeg. Show the game who's boss.

Chun-Li: (Forms a Mischievous Smirk) And as for your choice, I dare you-(Happily Pulls Out a Tight, Green Colored Attire From her Shopping Bag) To wear all of THIS for the rest of the night!~

Ladies: Oooooooooh!~

Dedede: (Puts on a Bit of a Deadpinned Look Along with Cloud) You already having that poor boy wear a body suit all night?

Cloud: At the very start of the game?

Chun-Li: (Pouts at Dedede amd Cloud) It is NOT just a body suit! This is a flexible, maneuvering attire used primarily for street fighting!

Samus: (Leans Closer to Examine the Clothes) Wait a second. The embroidered vest, unitard, studded wrist bands. (Looks Back Up at her Girlfriend Next to Her) Chun, is this that battle one outfit you used to wear in the past, but with a different size and color?

Chun-Li: (Happily Nodded) Yep!~ These were on sale at the men section and I had to pick it up. (Turns to Luigi) It was supposed to be your Christmas present this year, but I figured I'd give it to you now as a token for your bravery for tonight.

Luigi: (Heart Begins to Melt a Bit in Pure Happiness) Chun-Li.....That is so thoughtful of you, thanks. It makes wanna give you something for Christmas this year in return if you want.

Chun-Li: Go right ahead. Just try not to give me anything too expensive along the way, okay?

Luigi: (Simply Nodded to Chun-Li's Request) Will do. (Notices a Closed Door at the Other Side of the Room) Say, is that a bathroom over there, your majesty?

Dedede: Yep. You're more than welcome to change in there.

Luigi: (Gets Himself Up From the Bed) Thanks. Be right! (Makes his Way to the Bathroom)

Daisy: Take all the time you need, sweetie!~

Lilith: We'll miss you!!~

'Door Closed'

Daisy: (Quickly Turns her Attention ti Chun-Li Along with Lilith) Okay, level with us for a second, Chun-Li, how tight was that unitard you wore all those years ago?

Lilith: Sorta tight, super tight, or really, really, REALLY tight?

Samus: (Already Has a Deadpinned Look on her Face) Don't bother answering their questions, Chun. Their perverted tendencies are about raise up again.....

Daisy: (Pouts at Samus Along with Lilith) Well, excuse us for being curious, Sammy!

Lilith: Yeah, there's nothing wrong wanting to know some stuff, Sammy!

Samus: (Rolls her Eyes) Yeah, if it's something more normal for once.

Chun-Li: Ladies, please. There's no need to fuss and fight. (Forms a Small, Cheeky Smirk on her Face) I'm certain you two will like what you're about to see soon enough.

'Door Opens'

Chun-Li: Ooh. Speaking of which........

Both Daisy and Lilith let out loud gasps as they and the others gaze their eyes upon Luigi, who is now wearing a green variant of Chun-Li's old battle suit in the Alpha days.

Luigi: (Shyly Stands Around amd Shows Off his New Attire) S-So......What do you guys think?

Cloud: (Genuinely Surprised by how Stunning Luigi Truly Looks) Woah......

Tifa: (Smiles Brightly at her Plumber Friend) Luigi, you look amazing!~

Dedede: (Genuinely Surprisedby How Good Luigi Looks) Yeah, you are wearing the shit outta that uniform, boy.

Morrigan: Mmmhmm~

Chun-Li: (Clasps her Hands Together While Putting on a More Excited Expression on her Face) You look even more prettier in suit than i did all those years ago!!~

Samus: (Silently Smiles and Gives Luigi the Thumbs Up)

Luigi: (Smiles Bashfully at the Compliments Given to Him) Y-You're too kind, you guys, thank you. (Turns to Two of his Awe Struck Girlfriends) About you girls?

Daisy: Stunning.......

Lilith: Courageous........

Daisy: Break-Taking.......

Lilith: Charming........

Daisy/Lilith: (Clasps Their Hands Together as Their Eyes Begins to Sparkle) Beautiful!~

Luigi: (Starts Blushing Even More) Awww~ Thanks~ B-But uh...Question. (Turns Towards his Back Side) You don't think this suit is making my butt look more... bigger than it already was, do you?

Daisy/Lilith: ....................Yes.

Samus: They're gonna eat you eat alive in that thing, one of these days.

Chun-Li: I'll get you a spare unitard just in case.

Luigi: (Smiles Sheepishly at the Couple) You really don't have to do that, but-

Daisy: (Starts Bowing Down to Chun-Li Along with Lilith) Thank you, Chun-Li!!!~

Lilith: We'll never forget the kindness and generosity you've made for us tonight!~

Chun-Li: (Giggles Softly) You're welcome. All of you.

Samus: (Turns Back to Chun-Li) Don't encourage them, Chun.....

Luigi: (Finally Gets Back on his Spot of his Bed) So, Chun-Li, Truth or Dare?

Chun-Li: (Thought About It Before Answering.....) Truth.

Luigi: Is it true you feel insecure about your age these days?

Chun-Li: (Smiles Sheepishly) Well, I wouldn't exactly say I feel THAT insecure about it-

Samus: (Gives her Girlfriend a Light Stern Glare) Chun......

Chun-Li: ('Sighs in Defeat') Okay, fine. I dread the thought about it every chance I get. Very much so........

Tifa: (Gives Chun-Li a Reassuring Smile) There's no need to feel discouraged. You're still as beautiful as you've always been.

Daisy: (Smiles as Well) Yeah, and you still managed to kick a lot of ass without breaking a single sweat.

Morrigan: You're a very unique gem of the making, dear. (Forms a Teasing Smirk on her Face) For an old lady, that is~

Chun-Li: (Gives Morrigan a Deadpinned Look) How sweet of you, Morrigan. (Smiles Softly to Everyone Else) And you guys too. Thanks a bunch.

Samus: (Smiles Back at Chun-Li) No prob. Think you could finally quit worrying about your age now?

Chun-Li: Can't say I will completely. (Gives Samus a Cutesy Look on her Face) Buuuuuut I'll try my hardest to do so if you give me some kisses~

Samus: ('Sigh') Fiiiine. (Starts Kissing Chun-Li om the Cheek, Making her Ticklish in the Process Before Finally Pulling Back) There. (Points at Chun-Li) I better see you trying going forward, ma'am!

Chun-Li: (Giggles Starts Dying Down a Bit) I will, I will. Promise.

Daisy: Alright, Sammy, Truth or Dare?

Samus: Truth.

Daisy: You ever miss your glory days as a Bounty Hunter?

Samus: (Shrugs) Eh. To some capacity. I mean, I could do without getting myself nearly killed out of nowhere every few minutes, but I do miss the thrills and experience out of most of them. Despite all of that, I'm honestly content with living the rest of my mundane life with you dorks here.

Tifa: (Heart Begins to Melt Along with a Few Others in the Room) Sammy~ You really mean that?

Samus: ('Tch') Obviously. You guys are the closest thing I have to family- No. Scratch that. You guys ARE my family. (Starts Blushing a Bit) And....I love every single one of you. 'Cept for Ridley and DS, fuck those guys- (Immediately Gets Hugged by Most of Her New Found Family Members)

Tifa/Luigi/Lilith/Chun-Li: We love you too!~

Daisy: I always knew you have a heart, girlfriend!~

Samus: Oh piss off, I've always had a heart! (Turns Away While Pouting) It just wasn't nearly as mushy and obnoxIous till you all came into my life.......

Cloud: So we practically changed your life for the better then?

Samus: (Scoffs Once More While Shrugging) I dunno, maybe? I've been far less distant than I used to, so do what you want with that information I guess.

Cloud: (Smirks a Bit) I.E. never letting you live this down for as long as you still live and breathe?

Samus: (Puts on a More Deadpinned Look) Whatever.

Morrigan: (Watches the Group Hug Along with her King) You have such a colorful bunch of friends you have over there, my dear.

Dedede: (Snickers a Bit) You damn right I do. They could melt anyone's heart within a few days so long as you don't try and cross one of them.

Morrigan: I take it that's how you became a part of this family?

Dedede: More or less. I'd probably still be roaming around in the streets right now if they didn't take me in and gave me a fair chance of redemption. They're real good people.

Morrigan: (Smiles Softly) I agree. It's nice spending the night playing a simple child's game with each of them.

Dedede: (Forms a Playful Smirk at his Succubus of a Girlfriend) Ah, so you're finally admitting to liking the game, huh?

Morrigan: (Lets Out a Light Shriek Before Crossing her Arms and Pouting a Bit) I-I suppose I'm not having too much of a terrible time thus far. ('Sighs in Defeat') Just....please don't mention a word to this to my little sister, okay? (Lays the Side of her Head onto Dedede's Shoulder) She will never let me hear the very end of it.

Dedede: (Gives Morrigan a Reassuring Smile) Don't worry. I'll keep my lips seal on this one. Can't have my pretty lady get annoyed and miserable all night long.

Morrigan: (Happily Hugs Dedede's Arm) You sweetheart of a man. I love you~

Dedede: (Gives Morrigan a Kiss on the Head) Love ya right back.

To Be Continued

@bestpony666

@caleb13frede

@ma-lemons

@tampire

@italian-love-cake

[flemethinabighat]

I so happily certain this has been done before and I’m thusly excited to join a small crowd of others with my surely minuscule addition. First chapter of a little fanwork about Hawke and Isabela on a perilous date night in Kirkwall:

Hawke and I leaned towards one another, a pact made before the game to ensure we both came out on top, a picture I licked her lips over. It didn’t hurt that Fenris couldn’t keep his pretty eyes off of us. Hawke didn’t seem to notice or didn’t let herself seem to notice. While I couldn’t help but sigh. The three of us could have had a terribly fun night together, but the way those two avoided tangling glances suggested to me that they had already tried and failed on that front.

I didn’t want to fuss over it, Hawke’s business was her own, and her hand gently pressed against my bare thigh awaiting a slipped card was enough of a distraction to draw me away from the wisp of disappointment. Hawke was more than enough fun for anyone. Easy going, nonjudgmental, and funny when she stopped trying to be.

Merrill rose to get another pitcher of ale for their table, as usual leaving her cards face up, Anders sighed turned them over and made to finish his drink, tea. Poor thing. I slugged back the last of my ale and watched Hawke do the same. Her auburn hair tossed over one shoulder, her brown skin kissed with freckles and scars, one of my bangles looped around her arm, it felt right to see such beauty touched by gold.

My gold, taken from a dead slaver’s pocket, molded into a kraken with long twisting tentacles lopping to form a band. Two chips of emerald for its eyes, glaring and winking from the torches lit just as the sun went down. I slipped the desired card carefully into Hawke’s waiting fingers, grasping them before the mage could move away, far too long a touch to be mistaken, and I thrilled at Hawke’s smile, half hidden behind her cards.

“Hey, I want to see everyone’s eyes.” Varric said over the rising music and chatter all around. “I know something’s up between you two, you’ve gotten all quiet and shifty.”

“Maybe we’re too enamored of each other to speak,” Hawke laughed, “you are looking especially lovely tonight, Bels.”

I smirked as she slipped a card into my waiting hand, her warm palm pressed against my thigh this time more purposefully. I felt herself clench in all the right places. I surreptitiously slipped the next card into her hand and mused as I absently gazed at my hand, a song, an angel, and three serpents. Not too bad, but that really didn’t matter. I had a sovereign sitting on the table, but it didn’t matter. The only gold I kept gazing at was the kraken around Hawke’s wrist.

Varric drew the death card, he cursed and they lay out their cards just as Merrill got back with the pitcher. “Oh what did I miss? oh, I lost again, well, good thing we were only practicing.”

Varric loosed a long suffering sigh/chuckle, “daisy, we all made bets but you, that’s why Anders is pissed.” Merrill waved a hand and Anders huffed in disgust. “Well, Hawke, you’ve gone and made yourself a little richer. I think you’re a dirty cheat, both of you, but here take my money, consider it my investment for when you have to cover my paupers debts.”

“So maudlin, Varric.” She grinned, tossing her thick waves over her shoulder, the scent of cinnamon and flame washed over me and I sucked in a shallow breath to savor it. “Here keep your money, I just wanted to see what we could get away with.” She tossed their coins back to them, Fenris slapping his hand over the rolling coin before it fell, allowing his hair to cover his eyes. Anders snatching his up and gave them a tired grin before rising to leave.

“Well, this is it for me, gang, I’m afraid it’s an early morning for the clinic, and since I can’t get drunk enough to listen to this awful Marcher music anymore it’s best I shuffle out before Justice burns the instruments.”

He patted Varric’s shoulder and gave Hawke a sad sort of nod and me a passing envious glance. He still had sore feelings, I supposed. Hawke was a flighty creature, nothing and no one could lurch out and grab her haphazardly before she could flap away, talons red with the blood of the fool who tried.

He still looked wounded under his own feathers. So did Fenris. I watched him rise and leave, hardly a word spared in farewell. I caught Varric watching me watch him and winked at him. He shook his head, a lament or a warning I couldn’t tell but merely cracked a grin at him, stoking the flames as always.

“You know, Hawke it’s still early we could have a few more drinks.” Varric Varric Varric. I grinned at him and he winced. Protecting his surrogate sister from little ol’ me?

Hawke chuckled, “I think it’s time I left the hanged man before dawn, at least once this week.” And just like that, my grin faltered. Since Hawke’s mother… well, going home wasn’t the same for any of us, that’s why we all squatted in our various hiding places.

Merrill smiled cheerfully and as always I warmed to see it, Merrill had been especially difficult to get out of the house lately, some obsession over a mirror and she’s not even vain. Yes I know it’s a magical mirror or whatever, but that’s not the point. Point is, hiding is never healthy.

“Varric worries, it’s really very sweet. But we’re all going to be ok, right Hawke?” Merrill said, her big green eyes hopeful. It was a pact as always, don’t go too far don’t make things worse. We always tried to find a new way to promise it, and no one really believed. Or at least, I didn’t.

But Hawke laughed, a bright sound above the taverns clatter, bright as gold. “If I had a sovereign for every time I told someone everything would be ok and immediately afterwards everything went directly to shit I would be able to fill the viscounts keep with a dragons horde. So no, maybe not ok but good enough to make it home without disaster certainly.”

“Well now that you’ve said it youre definitely going to have to fight a hundred merchants guild assassins on the way back up to Hightown.” Varric rasped with a chuckle.

Hawke and he chattered for a few more minutes, goodbye was always a production for them, while I gave Merrill a kiss in farewell. Ok is only barely good enough as it is, every assertion of things staying right is a lie, a blown kiss across the blooming rose’s tawdry bar. I know this, Hawke knows this, but we don’t say it.

Hawke grins like each tooth behind her lovely lips is a dagger pointed at sorrow, defiant and gruesome. I want to kiss those lips until a real smile emerges but I don’t think she remembers what it takes to do that. Maybe I didn’t either.

I trailed Hawke and Merrill to the door, the hanged man was my home, for now, more or less- mostly less-thus I had no reason to leave.

I had no reason at all to follow them outside into the slightly cold night, the wind licking along my thighs making me shiver. I had no reason at all to grasp her hand after Merrill vanished around the corner and Hawke lingered and the mess and stench and noise of the tavern faded away.

I had no reason at all to drag her into the alleyway for a hot kiss that reminded me of all the little touches we had denied ourselves for these last few years since the last time we had “girly time”.

She had even less reason to kiss me back and yet…

We had messed up each others clothes enough to laugh at our respective disrepute and then ruined any attempts to straighten out with more kissing. I stopped and grinned at her, I know she knew what that grin meant.

“A proposal, sweet thing, if you dare?”

She always did.

[apocalypticseagull]

As she should Billy is a lucky guy (and maybe he can find another guy to admire besides jay)

ransom (pt 2) ☆ jay halstead

summary: in which y/n is rescued and jay has something to say.

warnings: language, guns, mentions of injury

a/n: I’m actually incredibly proud of this lmaooo. I love writing more light hearted pieces and am so happy so many of you loved the first part. many people requested a part two and hope you enjoy this also! - love emie <3

PART ONE

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