#i love when the origins are loudly down bad for each other

[iicaru2]

i thought the bg3 fandom were Extremely Normal (sarcasm) about astarion but then i met one wyll ravengard and it turns out that however insane about that horrid traumatized little vampire spawn we are, wyll has us beat by MILES. this man needs to talk about how pretty and charming astarion is as often as possible or he will die. real of him tbh

[obsessivevoidkitten]

Animal Farm: Thursdays

Kinktober Day 5: Double Penetration

Male Yandere Cat Hybrids x Gender Neutral Reader

CW: Noncon, cum as lube, double penetration, some fluff, clingy yanderes, general yandere behavior, cat men, centaurs mentioned

Word Count: 457

(Wrote for kinktober though I have been meaning to write it for a while. Sorry for the wait. I hope you enjoy it even though I rushed. This is the long awaited fourth day in the farm harem series Animal Farm. The original fic and other days can be found HERE!)

It was Thursday. That meant two horny cat men. Leeko and Meeko. It wasn't so bad; their dicks weren't any bigger than a significantly well-endowed human's, and most of the day was cuddling and playing rather than just fucking. 

You didn't even bother washing off from the last round with the centaurs. Cum still dribbled down your thighs. What was the point? The cat men would lick every inch of you when they saw you, no matter what.

When you entered their shelter, your prediction was proven correct immediately. They had been waiting in anticipation to ambush you as soon as you walked in.

"Farmer!" They exclaimed in unison. 

Leeko, the pale cat man who looked human except for his furry orange cat ears and tail, started at your neck. Meeko, the dark-skinned cat hybrid with calico fur, started cleaning at your thighs and happily lapped up the centaur cum.

They made short work of the task, though they left a bit of cum to use as lube when they made love with their favorite human. 

The calico laid down and pulled you on top of him. He quickly slipped into your cum-lubed hole that had been so kindly pre-stretched by the centaurs. 

Leeko rubbed up your sides as he cozied up behind you and slid his dick into your entrance to join Meeko's. He nuzzled and licked your neck as he pounded you.

So much for a break from huge cocks. It didn't matter that they were smaller than the others when they were both in you at once.

Both cats were purring loudly as they plowed you hard. Neither of them lasted very long. They were just so excited to have time with you. They quickly added their own seed to the cum already inside you. 

They had much more stamina and resilience than a human and quickly went back to railing you together. When the three of you were tired from several orgasms each, you could finally rest.

They laid down with you between them, kissing, nuzzling, cuddling, and cleaning their precious farmer before you fell asleep on one of their chests. 

With the mandatory sex out of the way, the rest of the day would consist of lazing about, using a laser pointer and watching them "hunt,"  spending time outside watching them run about, and maybe a bit of fishing on the lake that bordered the farm.

Though fishing with them was more them pestering you into fishing and then purring, nuzzling, and clinging to you while you tried to catch them fresh food. 

There may be one last round of sex before bed, but overall it would be a nice break from the non-stop fucking that filled most of the other weekdays. 

[casiia]

virgin!ethan landry buying condoms before attending a party with chad (idk this would be so funny and awkward😭😭😭)

[ 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐞 ੈ✩‧₊˚]

pairing .: ethan landry x reader

genre .: suggestive

word count .: 3k

warnings .: suggestive content (minors dni.), female reader, alcohol indulgence, dry humping 

author's note .: SORRY NO SMUT! just a lot of plot! but i had soo much fun writing this, whoever requested this i think you’re so funny! i originally was going to add smut but lack of motivation. my little nerd boy psycho getting teased by shirtless farmer chad makes me giggle. but i hope you guys love this as much as i do because i’m giggling soso bad. also i don’t have a dick i’ve never bought condoms b4 so i tried my best errr. also also guys please b careful when drinking at parties. this is just a lot of plot and lowkey ethan x chad (im slash jay) but if enough people want it i will write smut in a part 2. 

© casiia 2023 DO NOT REPOST OR PLAGIARIZE MY WORK

“wait why are you turning? we’re supposed to go down this street for another light.”

the muted sound of rain echoes inside the car; droplets of water splattering against the fogged windshield blurred the bright traffic lights, a mixture of green and red reflecting against the dash.

“pitstop. gotta pick up some stuff.” chad taps his fingers against the steering wheel impatiently – waiting for the light to turn green. his thumb smooths over the grooves that were engraved in the leather, frustration threatening to expose from his composed state. “get the fuck off your phone! go, the light is green.”

“pick up stuff? not drugs, right…?” ethan looks up from his phone, his illuminated screen lighting his features from the shadows of the night. with a buzz, he focuses his attention back to his device. a smile graces his lips as he reads over your notification, fingers moving quick to type a response to you. 

“no, not drugs. condoms.”

adjusting the seat belt that suddenly became uncomfortable around his neck, ethan swallows thickly,  a blush creeping onto his cheeks. “oh.”

“i mean, you’re gonna need them. i doubt nothing’s gonna happen between you and her tonight.” pulling into the lot, chad cheekily smiles over to his friend, playfully hitting his arm.

“w-what? we aren’t anything serious, i don’t think she looks at me like that.” leaning towards the window to escape chad’s ruthless teasing, he resisted the urge to check the notification that had vibrated his phone – knowing it was from you.

“she definitely does, she’s always giving you that look.” throwing his hands up in gratitude when he found a parking spot, chad carefully pulled into the tight spot. “you guys are so annoying, everyone can see it but you two.”

“what look?” unbuckling his seat belt with a click, ethan chews on his bottom lip to stop the smile that threatened to show on his face. 

“the ‘i want to fuck you’ look.” turning the engine off with the twist of a key, chad unbuckles and climbs out of the car. “just fuck already, what’s stopping you.” watching ethan take off the cardboard helmet of his costume, he chuckles lightly. “i mean, she wants to fuck a guy dressed up as a cardboard robot.”

“hey. it’s from that movie murder party, and maybe put on a shirt before you comment on my costume.” opening the passenger door, ethan reaches into the back seat, grabbing a plain white tank and tossing it to the shirtless farmer standing in the drizzling rain. 

“oh right.”

“i don’t think there is a ‘fuck me look’ i think you’re thinking way into things.” stepping out and shutting the door, ethan stuffs his phone and wallet into his back pocket, walking towards the pharmacy with long strides to avoid the rain.

“what would you know, you’re a virgin.” locking the car with a loud beep, chad swings his lanyard around his fingers, letting his keys jangle against each other carelessly. laughing loudly when he catches a glimpse of ethan’s shocked expression, he holds his hands out in reassurance. “well i mean, after tonight you won’t be.”

“i’m not gonna do anything with her unless she wants me to.” walking past the automated doors, he waits for chad to walk in front of him, not wanting to waste time and lead the two into the wrong aisle. 

“well of course, but it’s better to be safe than sorry at the end of the night. don’t wanna get her pregnant or anything.” chad grins, walking towards an aisle in the back – almost too easily, like he’s been here a million times. 

“right. how do you…put one on?” glancing at the many colorful boxes to his left, he clears his throat when turning to his right, staring at the shelf of the pregnancy test. 

“open the wrapper, careful not to rip it that’s important, then just slide it on. if it’s that much trouble just ask the girl.” chad hums to the music playing overhead in the store, squatting down to get a peak at the bottom shelves. 

“oh, okay. what about lube, think i’ll need that?” eyeing the different brands of condoms, he  feels his phone buzz again, the weight of his phone all of a sudden feeling heavy in his pants. 

2 messages from angel girl

ethan smiles at the notifications, quickly swiping into his phone to answer you. warmth bubbles in his chest as he replies, watching his message turn from sent to read in just a second.

“hey, are you listening to me?” 

“huh?” looking up from his phone, his smile drops, snapping out of his dazed state.

“i said, lube is a waste of money. just use spit, works the same if you can also get her wet.” picking up a box of magnums, chad stands from his squatted position, patting out the creases in his pants before heading to the register. “there’s nothing to be worried about, bro. just make sure you focus when it happens, stay in the moment. the usual.”

“mhm.” now very anxious, ethan trails behind his roommate with twisted fingers. “maybe i should take the costume off?” picking at the hem of his shirt under the cardboard vest, he laughs awkwardly; imagining you taking his ridiculous costume off before climbing under the blankets had him shaking his head.

“maybe just keep the helmet, can’t not dress up at a halloween party.” grabbing his wallet from his pocket once they reached the self checkout machines, he scanned the box before swiping his card. “we should go, mindy’s been on my ass.”

the two of them ran to the car, seeking shelter from the rain that turned from a light drizzle to a thundering pour. ethan ran his hands through his hair, combing his damp brown hair out of his face. leaning back into the leather seat with a huff, he groaned dragging his hands down his cheeks, the cardboard around his chest stiffening his movements. 

slipping his arms into the cut out holes, he shimmied the fake armor over his head and let it clumsily fall into the back seat. memories of you and him making the costume made him frown; he thought back to how pretty you look with ruffled hair, sitting on his bedroom floor in only pajamas, cutting away at the cardboard material with kid scissors, cursing at him when he accidentally cut out of the traced lines.

the loud crinkle of plastic strips him of his thoughts, chad loudly tearing into the box. “take a few. i’m just gonna leave the box in the car…for later.” 

“think you’re gonna end up with tara tonight?” ethan teases with a smirk. picking at the golden packs, he holds them up to the window, letting the plastic shine against the dull streetlight. 

“shut up, now strap in. we’re already late i cannot take another text from mindy.”

the far-off sound of music caught ethan’s attention as chad pulled into the neighborhood, a variety of cars piled into the driveway and along the street, lights flashing from the windows inside the house. 

grabbing his poorly made helmet made of cardboard, he slipped it over his head, making sure it sat comfortably and evenly on top of his hair.

“did tara tell you what she was gonna wear?” checking his phone for your notification, ethan frowned slightly when finding out you had left him on read. he was only a few paces from the house, where he would soon find you. although the more he thought of you, the more the nerves began to eat at him. would you even want to sleep with him, what if he was going to make a fool of himself – what if you friendzoned him. rubbing his forehead with a sigh, he stuffed a few condoms into his pockets, his heart beating out of his chest. 

“pirate i think, wanted to match but it was too last minute. what about your girl?” making sure the car was locked after they had got out, chad shoves his keys into his pants, letting the lanyard hang within view. 

“she didn’t want to tell me, said it was gonna be a surprise.” feeling his heartbeat in his ears, ethan balled his fist tightly, fingernails digging into the palms of his hands. he didn’t want to mess things up with you, he was scared – scared that he would mess things up and lose the best person that had ever shown up in his life. 

“relax, you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“i’m trying, i’m just nervous. i don’t want things to go the wrong way tonight, what if i misread her.” stopping outside the door, he could hear the roar of music, walls vibrating with each base drop. the faint smell of marijuana and alcohol tickled his nose, his face churning immediately at the unpleasant smell. 

“whatever happens is for a reason, don’t make sex your first priority. if she wants to fuck you, which im sure she does, she’ll make it clear. stop worrying.” chad places a hand on the brunette’s shoulder, squeezing comfortably. 

“right. make sure i don’t drink too much? i actually want to remember this night.” taking one last deep breath, ethan turns the knob on the door, finally arriving at the party. an overwhelming amount of people crowded the kitchen, abandoned red solo cups lingering all over the house. 

pushing through the crowd of people with curt apologies, ethan scanned over the horde of tipsy college students, looking for your face in the midst of it all. relaxing a bit when he saw anika in the corner of the room with mindy, he glanced over his shoulder to see if chad was following him before nudging his way through to his friends across the room.

“where have you guys been? i thought we agreed to be here 45 minutes ago!” mindy throws exasperated hands in the air, eyebrows raised mockingly.

“traffic. where’s y/n?” frowning when he didn’t see you amongst the other girls, he turned back to the kitchen to see if you were stuffed in there.

“she was here a second ago.i  think she went to ask tara if she knew where you were, but honestly who knows where that little pirate could be.” anika shrugs lightly at the question, repositioning her legs over her girlfriend’s. “what’s going on with you two anyways?”

“noth-”

“ethan?” 

spinning on his heel at the sound of your voice, he can’t help but let a smile paint his lips. his voice catching in his throat when he sees you, he drops his arms to his side. jaw dropping ever so slightly, he couldn’t stop the way he looked you up and down, engraving your image in the back of his mind.

you were head to toe in white; high socks that squeezed the fat of your thighs, a white mini skirt  that just barely covered the curve of your ass, a semi see through corset, and to top it all off – a pair of small feathery wings that sat on your exposed shoulders.

“an angel.”

“surprise! where’s the rest of your costume? we worked so hard on it.” stepping closer to him to fix his lopsided helmet, you brushed hair out of his eyes with a pout. 

“left it in the car, didn’t want it to get ruined or anything.” looking down at you with a smile, he lets his hands wander to your hips; his thumbs caressing your skin just above the waistline of your short mini skirt. 

“oh, that’s a shame. you looked so cute in it.” pinching his cheeks in a playful manner, you bit your lip with a laugh, watching him squirm away from you. “let’s get a drink, i’ve been waiting for you.”

grabbing his hand in your left, you intertwined your fingers together, pulling him to the crowded kitchen. half filled bottles and empty plastic cups littered the marble countertop, a sticky residue sheening over the surface of the table. 

“hm, i think there’s enough for a couple shots.” 

letting go of his hand but still keeping him close, you leaned over the island to grab cups; unscrewing the cap of a half empty vodka bottle, you chewed your lip in concentration, completely eyeballing the amount of liquor you poured into the plastic cup. 

“bottoms up, baby!” bringing the cup up to your lips, you cringed lightly, the smell of alcohol making your eyes water. squeezing your eyes shut tightly, you tilted your head back letting the liquid flow into your mouth before swallowing. shaking your head with a groan, you stuck your tongue out feeling the booze burn down your throat, almost instantly warming your chest. “so gross.”

ethan hesitated before drinking the foul smelling alcohol, coughing abruptly afterwards. “not worth it.” hearing you laugh at him, he teasingly shoved your shoulder with a soft smile. “do you think…we could talk?”

“we’re talking right now, pretty boy.” starting to pour another round of shots, you briefly glanced up at him at his silence. “is something wrong?” 

“nothing’s wrong, i just meant talk in private.” taking off his fake helmet, he nervously rubbed the back of his neck – patiently waiting for you to finish taking another shot before replying.

“let’s go upstairs.” wiping your lips with the back of your hand, you tossed your now empty cups in the trash before grabbing his wrist and pulling him through the house. music blaring uncomfortably in your ear, you took in your surroundings before leaving; people at every inch of the house, a line forming for the bathroom, corners where couples made out, and a couch where all of your friends sat. catching chad’s eye, he gave you a knowing smirk while raising his eyebrows. flipping him off in return, you squeezed ethan’s wrist lightly, guiding him up the stairs and to an empty bedroom. 

ethan tried his hardest not to look up your skirt while you walked in front of him, but of course he failed. he caught a glimpse of your undergarments – pretty pink panties with a white lace lining the edges. swallowing his guilt, he shifted his gaze back to the ground, fearing that he would get worked up the longer he stared. “do you know where you’re going?”

“not in the slightest, but it’s a big house, there’s bound to be one more vacant bedroom.” jiggling the knobs of each door, you giggled quietly hearing the muted moans from inside occupied rooms. “oh here.” twisting the handle and peeking inside, you opened the door for him when deeming it was clear. 

closing and locking the door behind you, you made your way over to the bed, sitting on the edge with your hands neatly folded in your lap. “what’s on your mind? you’re kinda scaring me.” 

dropping his costume prop near the door, ethan covered his face, groaning into his hands before finally piling up enough courage to look you in the eye. “what are we?”

“what do you mean?” furrowing your brows with an awkward laugh, you could feel heat creep up your neck, the liquor settling in your stomach. 

“you’re always calling me these names, and touching me in ways you don’t do with anyone else. i just want to know if you’re playing with me.” sitting next to you on the bed, he kept a fair distance respecting your boundaries. “i like you a lot. more than i want to, i need to know if you feel the same.”

“i-” sighing loudly with shaky hands, you shifted your position, sitting on your knees while facing him. the hem of your skirt creeping up your thighs as you sat back. “i like you too, i just didn’t know how to tell you.” crawling closer to him, you reached for his hand, pressing his palm to your heart. “this is how you make me feel. all the time.”

“can i kiss you?” 

nodding with a big grin, you let him lean forward to connect your lips. putting a hand on his shoulder to stabilize yourself, you hummed softly feeling him pull you closer, straight into his lap. the kiss was sweet and soft, lips moving slowly against each other, teeth clashing together with inexperience. you wrapped your arms around his neck, slightly grinding your hips down into his. “fuck, sorry.”

whining into your mouth, ethan squeezed your hips harshly. “no, please. again, m’felt good.” pulling away from your lips with a heavy pant, he cupped your face, thumb smoothing over your cheekbone.

“yeah? s’that why you brought me up here?” giggling, you rolled your hips again, the seam of his pants nudging at your clothed clit. lips parting with a quiet moan, you bit the inside of your cheek, a blush painting your cheeks.

“maybe.” tilting your head up with his thumb, he pressed kisses down your exposed neck, nibbling and sucking numerous marks along the way. “fuck, i want you.” slipping his hand down your back, he squeezed the fat of your ass, mumbling against your neck.

“i know, baby. but not tonight.” pushing him away just enough to see his face, you pressed a sweet kiss to the button of his nose. “want your first time to be something you’ll remember, not even a little bit fuzzy.”

opening his mouth in protest, you shook your head – your opinion already set in stone. pecking his lips one last time, you climbed off of his lap. 

“you’re such a tease” 

🏷 .:@loaksbitch @sullybby @dilfverz my stinkies

[thesassypadawan]

Feel The Force (Hayden x FemReader)

Summary: It’s May the Fourth and what better way to spend it than with your big dork of a boyfriend, the dark lord himself, Hayden! Even though you two aren’t able to see each other all that much during the day…you still manage to squeeze in some quality time to ‘feel the force’.

Warnings: 18+ (mdni), because there sooo much of the smut. Bad puns, public sex, up against the wall, and, as always… Hayden’s big, fat dick.

Notes: May The Fourth Be With You! 🖤❤️

- It was May the Fourth, one of your absolute favorite holidays!

- What better way to celebrate it than at a con. Rocking your FemObi cosplay. Surrounded by fellow nerds, who are just as passionate about the franchise as you are. And, of course, with your big dork of a boyfriend, the original moody teen from Tatooine, Hayden.

- Despite not being able to see each other all that much during the event. You two still manage to squeeze in some quality time here and there. Which typically involves Hay showing how ‘wizard’ he thinks the most recent addition to your costume is. A pair of black booty shorts with ‘I Only Date Sith Lords’ printed perfectly across one of your cheeks.

- As the day goes on though, your ‘negotiation talks’ become more and more ‘aggressive’. And, soon enough, he’s dragging you off to a somewhat deserted hallway in the con center. Begging you to let him show you his ‘lightsaber skills’.

- “Hay, we’re going to get caught,” you giggle. Shrugging off your cloak and handing it to him, just like he asked.

- Quickly he pulls it on, flashing you one of those damn smiles. “Guess you’ll have to find a way to muffle all those cute sounds of yours. Think you manage that?”

- Biting your bottom lip, you nod excitedly. Tugging impatiently at the cloak, wrapping it around you both.

- “That’s, my good little padawan,” he chuckles. Backing you against the wall, shrugging down a bit to capture your lips in a searing kiss. Big hands resting on your hips; squeezing and kneading them gently.

- Moaning softly, your fingers get to work. Frantically unbuttoning and unzipping, pushing his jeans just far enough to free his rock-hard cock. “Someone’s eager for the fun to begin.”

- “Can’t help it,” he groans. Yanking at and helping you slip out of those wonderful shorts. That are hurriedly stuffed into his hoodie pocket, most likely not to be returned until the end of con. “Want more.”

- “Ah uh, you know you shouldn’t,” you tease. Leg hiking up onto his hip, the other balancing precariously on your tiptoes. While your hand fumbles to shift your panties off to the side.

- Still having to crouch a bit, Hayden lines himself up. Fat head prodding at your soaked entrance, he growls low in your ear. “Oh well, I was never the jedi I should be.” Before thrusting forward, burying himself inside your tight pussy.

- You press your face in his neck, trying to cover up your sobs from feeling that familiar burning ache. Teeth nipping at his shoulder as he starts pounding up into you, splitting you open so deliciously.

- For as much of a hot mess as you’re becoming, he’s fairing no better. Panting above you with every pump of his impressive length, hand firmly gripping your thigh. “W-when I’m around you…m-my mind is no longer my own. It’s al-always a muddle…can only t-think of you.”

- Those words, coupled with his long fingers desperately circling your clit; aid in speeding your release along. Making you clench hard around him, head tipping back while you mewl out loudly. “Kriff! Gonna…gonna…”

- Bending, he leans his forehead against yours. His blue eyes blown wide with lust; lips curled in a smirk. “You grow too aggressive. Be mindful.”

- Picking up his pace, hitting that sweet spot over and over. You barely manage to gasp out, “I…I lo-love you,” before the pleasure overtakes you. Tears stinging at the corners of your eyes, whole body clamping down on him. While you completely and totally go crashing over the edge.

- “I know,” he grunts. Bucking into you one last time, reaching his peak too. Filling you with rope after rope of hot, sticky cum.

- Mouths melding to stifle the noise coming from both of you. Bodies trembling against one another, riding out your aftershocks together. Utterly oblivious to the slow, steady stream of con attendees filtering out of the nearby panel room.

- It isn’t until you pull your head back that you notice how packed the hallway has become. Letting out a small squeak of surprise, you tense up. Walls giving an involuntary flutter, fists scrambling to pull the cloak around you two tighter. “I have a bad feeling about this.”

- Hayden on the other hand… Realizing your predicament, a smug look crosses his face. Cock twitching in interest, hardening again. Hips start to rock as he leans in more, muttering. “Relax. Just feel the force overflowing inside of you…trickling down your leg, onto the floor.”

Tag List: @espinathena-17, @myheartwillgoon2022, @wifeofasith, @princessswifie, @kenobiskywalker16, @loverforoldermen

[alieinthemorning]

Strawberry Mint Lemonade [Getou Suguru | Gojo Satoru]

Content: Meet-Cute, Indirect Kiss, Gojo Satoru Being Gojo Satoru, Getou Suguru Being Getou Suguru, Polyamory, Polyamory Negotiations, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Kisses, Café AU, No Curses, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Crying, Unrequited Love, Not Actually Unrequited Love, POV Second Person, Suggestive Themes

Pronouns: None

Note: THIS IS MY 200TH WORK ON AO3 AAAAAAAAAA (Also UTC because it's 2500+ words)

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This work’s concepts, plot and original characters are my own which means I do not allow any sort of creative theft nor do I allow my work to be entered into any sort of A.I. bots. Thank you for respecting my space and boundaries.

Your favorite drink was a simple strawberry mint lemonade. Not too sweet, not too sour. It was made the same way every single time which made sense since you'd had been coming to this hole-in-the-wall café for about three years now. Every employee, new and old knew your name and order, so when the familiar drink was placed in the completed section on the counter, you didn't look twice at it and immediately took a sip.  

"What the fuck is this shit?" It was as if your straw was made of sugarcane, the strawberry and lemon pieces were formed from sugar cubes and the liquid itself was pure syrup.    

"Ew...what is this?" Someone from beside you, whined.  

Looking over, you found an incredibly tall man with stark white hair and—oh, you couldn't see his eye color behind the dark, round shades. You were about to turn around and talk to an employee about this...horror from hell, but your eyes drifted to the drink in his large hand.  

You eyed your own drink, frowning at the name written on the side.

Satoru

You looked at the man again. "Are you Satoru?"

He nodded, then said your name. "I'm assuming that's you?"

You sighed, shoving his drink toward him. "Thank god—hand me my drink. I can't drink pure sugar."

"Awww, come on! It isn't that bad! " He pouted as he switched drinks.

You took a long swig of yours before you replied. "It was like drinking the three states of matter. Solid, Liquid and Gaseous Sugar."

"How would it even be gaseous?"

"The air from the straw."

He laughed loudly, startling  the other customers.

You flushed, grabbing him by the elbow. "Come on, let's sit and talk."

The Goliath of a man let you drag him to a secluded corner, where the two of you talked each other's ears off. However, despite ordering another drink of your own, you noticed that he still hadn't touched his own.  

"You gonna let the ice water down the sugar?" You grinned, "Was I right about it tasting like shit?"

He balked at you. "No way!"

You nodded toward the drink, "Then drink it."

He looked at you, the drink, you again then finally swiped the drink off the table, guzzling it down in mere seconds.

"There! Are you satisfied?" His head was swiveled to the side, tucked into that weird high collared jacket of his, but you swore the tips of his ears were flushed red.

"How are you alive?" You asked in slight awe.

That got him to look at you again, all smiles too. "Must be my impeccable genes."  

You raised a brow. "You a citizen of the Candy Kingdom or something? Built like Candy Wife?"  

He just smiled at you. "I have no idea about what you're talking about."

The two of you chatted for longer than expect, leaving just an hour before closing.  

"Maybe I'll see you around?"

"Maybe so."

And he did, the two of you ending up seeing each other at least once a week for a few months. And of course, you learned a lot about Satoru during that time.  

You learned that he had a very unhealthy obsession with sweets. That, despite the goofy look that he basically always had plastered on his face, he was quite intelligent. Oh, and that he had really bright blue eyes (like limpid tears) and the reason why he wore shades was because his eyes were really sensitive and without them, he was prone to awful migraines.  

You also were beginning to develop a bit of a crush on him, but you were sure someone has beautiful as him had to already be taken. So, you decided to stuff the feelings in the deepest part of your heart.

And today you learned—

That he was bringing someone else with him today.  

The person Satoru brought with him was a stark contrast to him (except in clothing—they both wore dark-colored clothing). He was maybe only a few inches shorter than him with long dark hair that was in an up-down style with a bit of hair draping the left side of his face. You watched that as Satoru pointed at you, the man's eyes slid to you and his lips turned upward. Then Satoru headed toward the counter while the man made his way to you.  

He called your name and you raised a brow.

He chuckled. "Satoru told me your name." He slid into the seat across from you, "My name is Suguru. It's a pleasure to finally meet you."

You leaned back in your chair, a bit uncomfortable with his familiarity with you. "Oh? Has Satoru talked about me that much."  

Suguru leaned in closer, placing his elbows on the table and resting his chin on his intertwined finger. "Oh, you have no idea."  

Before you could question him further on the subject, Satoru placed their drinks on the table, alongside a few sweets.  

"Seems like the two of you are getting along." He said with a hum as he pulled a chair over to complete your little group.

"Yeah, sure—Satoru, what exactly have you been telling Suguru here about me?"

His brows shot up to his hairline as his head swiveled to Suguru.  "What did you say?"

Suguru just smiled. "I haven't said too much." The unspoken yet at the end of that sentence was very loud.  

You sighed, nudging Satoru's foot. "So, you gonna properly introduce me or am I supposed to keep thinking of your friend here as a creep?"

"Oh, uh, yeah," He placed a hand on top of Suguru's, "This is my boyfriend, Suguru. We've been together for a few years now, and been best friends for longer."  

Your heart dropped into your stomach, and you felt your lips dip downward. You quickly covered your mouth with your hand, raising a brow. "Oh? We've been talking for so long, and you just now tell me about your significant other? I thought we were closer than that, Satoru."  

You knew you didn't play that off well, you knew that Satoru knew that what he had said hurt you.

And Suguru?  

Suguru just smiled.

Despite the rocky first meeting and sudden revelation, you, Satoru and Suguru continued meeting (after you had bullied Satoru into inviting Suguru again).  

Slowly yet surely, you learned more about Suguru and their relationship. Suguru was the one who did the majority of the cooking (while Satoru baked to quell his late night sweet cravings). He was really sweet and caring despite the shit eating grin that was etched on his face. He also was a pretty big flirt.

Which...was very unsettling to you. Since it seemed like he was very open to doing it in front of Satoru, who didn't seem bothered by it in the slightest.  

"You look very beautiful today."

"Oh, um, thank you..."  

"I especially like the lip color you've chosen today."  

You balked at him, face becoming warm as you looked between him and Satoru.

Satoru continued to sip on his drink and scroll through his phone.  

And Suguru—

Just fucking smiled.

And later that night, you knew you were screwed.

You were in love with both Satoru and Suguru.

So, you did what you did with your feelings for Satoru and shoved your feelings for Suguru down alongside his. Instead of running away from them and saving your heart, you hurt yourself even more Getting closer and closer to them to the point where you had visited each others homes and you've met each others other friends (Shoko and Nanami were your favorites among them).

Today you were over at Satoru and Suguru's very nice house (another thing you learned about Satoru is that the was stupidly rich). You were simply lounging around, not over for any specific reason, just to be in their presence, when Satoru suddenly stood up from his relaxed position on the couch.

"I need donuts." And without another word, he snatched his keys off the kitchen island and was out the door before either you and Suguru could utter a word.

Now, you had been alone with Suguru before—plenty of times, when Satoru had suddenly broke off from the two of you to take a closer look at things (see: recklessly spend money). But that was usually when you were out in public, where you could go and run to Satoru if you needed.

You'd never been alone with him like this—trapped within four walls.

And of fucking course, he did what he always did and—

"Why are you always smiling like that?" The question came out rougher than you intended, but your nerves were very quickly becoming frayed.

"Smiling like what?" He asked, tilting his head.

"Like you know everything—I don't know." You crossed your arms with a huff.

"You mean like how I know that you like Satoru and I." It wasn't a question, it was a statement.

Your arms grew slack, hands falling into your lap.

He nodded to himself, "Another tell-tale reaction. This is good…"

"How is this good?" You snapped at him. "I'm in love with the two of you, who are already in a committed relationships."

He had the audacity to look surprised for a moment before his smile widened. "You love us? That's even better."

"How can you—" You sniffled, feeling the hot tears quickly race down your cheeks. "I have been selfishly spending time with the two of you. Despite how I feel, and knowing that I should just stop associating with you. I've instead decided to intruding on your relationship, just so that I can experience the tiniest fantasy of something that will never be." You were somehow able to make through your entire confession before you broke down, curling in on yourself.

You heard Suguru sigh then a bit of shuffling before the couch dipped and you were pulled into his warm embrace, which made you cry harder.

"I'm sorry for pushing you, Darling." His whispered above your head. "I should have been more upfront."

You shoved him back, looking up into his brown eyes. "Been more upfront with knowing good and well about my fucking inner turmoil."

"No," His hands slipped into yours." I should have just told you that Satoru and I feel the same way."

Your heart stopped.

There was no way that that was true. There was no way that Satoru and Suguru both felt the same way about you—and even if they did there was no way that you could choose one over the other, and you definitely wouldn't want to be the reason why they broke up either.

"Please." His voice was strained, "Just give me one chance to show you."

"I don't want to do anything behind—"

"And we won't. I'll wait until he comes back and then I'll ask for permission to kiss you. In front of him."

You sighed deeply, finally resigning yourself to your fucked up fate.

You leaned into him, "If this all goes to shit—I'll hate you forever."

"If it does go to shit, I'll accept your rightful infinite hatred."

The two of you were quite as you waited for Satoru to return. You were too exhausted to speak. Suguru was fine with that, perfectly content with rubbing circles onto your hands to help soothe you.  

And then the front door was unlocked, and your anxiety spiked.

But Suguru wasn't going to go back on his word.

"Can I kiss you now?" Suguru asked the moment Satoru stepped into the room.

Your eyes were wide, frantically looking between the two of them, while your lips opened and closed like a fish.  

Suguru placed a hand on your cheek, guiding you back to him.

He said your name, soft and sweet. "Can I kiss you?"

"Yes." You said it so quietly that you weren't sure that he heard you, but he very quickly assured you otherwise as his lips met yours.

Right in front of your close friend—his boyfriend, Satoru.

It was as soft as a rose petal, acutely aware of your fragile state.

"Yes—finally!" Satoru slammed the box of donuts on the kitchen counter then rushed over, reaching out for you.

Suguru intercepted him. "You need to ask first, Satoru."

He nodded furiously at his partner before turning to you, blue eyes bright. "Can I kiss you? Please?"

You blinked at him a few time before nodding. Satoru wasted no time and grabbed your cheeks, pulling you forward to meet him half way.

While Suguru's was soft, Satoru's was rough and rushed. Like he couldn't get enough of you now that he had you.

It didn't last long though became Suguru was quick to yank him off you.  

"Slow down, Satoru." He flicked his forehand, shaking his head at his pout (your eyes kept finding his lips—they were red and shiny). "All this is new and we haven't even been given an answer yet."

"We just kissed? Isn't that enough of an answer?" Satoru asked Suguru who just gestured to you. Those blue spotlights turned on you.  "Isn't it?"

"I mean—" You bit your lip. "I haven't actually said yes or no yet, but..."

"But...?"

You pursed your lips as you glared at the two of them. "...you both better not make me regret this down the line."

Suguru smiled, and despite it being the same know-it-all smile, you felt completely and utter secured by it. "We promise, Darling."

"What? You've already got pet names? No fair!" He paused. "Wait, what exactly did the two of you do while I was gone...?"

Your favorite drink was a simple strawberry mint lemonade. Not too sweet, not too sour. It was made the same way every single time, which made sense since you'd had been coming to this hole-in-the-wall café for about six years now. Every employee, new and old, knew your name and order, so when the familiar drink was placed in the completed section on the counter, you didn't look twice at it and immediately took a sip.  

"Oh, what the fuck—Satoru, take your shit ass drink." You shoved the drink into his waiting hand, taking your own and immediately taking a plate cleansing sip.  

Suguru chuckled. "I'm surprised that after all these years, the two of you are still getting your drinks mixed up."  

"Who is we?" Satoru pointed at you, "This is the one who takes a sip without looking at the name on the side of the cup."

"That wouldn't matter if you didn't drink straight sugar—and then have the damn audacity to eat sweets with it." You eyed him, "Is your body okay?"

He smirked. "Oh, you know my body is absolutely perfect, but I'm sure we can—" Suguru flicked him in the cheek.

"Not in public."

Satoru balked at his audacity (and you to a lesser extent). "Says the one who literally—"

You lightly kicked his shin and hissed, "Not in public!"

"I can't believe my two partners are bullying me like this." He slumped in his seat. "I can't believe I have to deal with this for the rest of my life."

You shrugged, snatching one of his sweets. "You're the one who decided to put a ring on it."

"Now you're stuck with us forever." Suguru nodded in agreement.

Satoru watched the two of you fondly, a wide smile stretched across his lips.

"Yeah, and I wouldn't have it any other way."

I've finally done it.

For my 200th work, I finally gave you all the Sugu/Sato/Reader fluff you all deserved.

IT'S ALSO MY FIRST ONE-SHOT THAT'S OVER 2500 WORDS????

I really popped off for y'all (wipes away a tear).

Now time for me to binge the anime and get back to our regular scheduled programming of Tear Jerking Angst.

Please be excited :)

Ko-Fi | Commission | Masterlist

[burntb4bydoll]

I love your writing soo much it hurts. 🥲

Can you please write like a 2000s bill smut or fluff ( whatever you feel comfortable with), where they build a pillows and blankets fort together and they end up falling asleep cuddled. And the rest of the band takes photos and mocks them the next day.

At this point I need fics to breathe. Thanks ✌

Thank you so much beautiful<3

This is such a cute idea! Im gonna do fluff for the people that dont like smut, cuz i feel like i dont post a lot of only fluff fics!

Bill Kaulitz x reader

Warnings: friends to loverssss🤭, nothing else really just a lot of cute stuff

When Bill had invited you to come over, you didn’t think this is what you guys would end up doing. You’re currently helping Bill set up a massive blanket fort in his living room. He originally invited you over to watch a movie, but after you arrived he decided that he wanted to make it more fun by making a fort. Even though you didn’t expect it, you were having so much fun hanging out alone with him. After you guys finished setting up the fort, Bill let you pick out a movie and you laid next to each other to watch it.

“This is fun. We should hangout alone more often. I feel like we only ever spend time with the band, I like having this type of one on one time together.” Bills attention left the tv screen to look over at you as you started talking. “I mean don’t get me wrong, I love hanging out with them too but you know…”

“I know. I like this too. I’ve actually been trying to hangout with you alone for a while now, but uhh things never really go as planned…” he trailed off, his eyes moving down to break your intense eye contact. He awkwardly shifted for a minute before turning to fully face you. His head still laid on the pillow, but now he was looking at you. “Um..I actually invited you here to tell you something. Its kinda important to me…” you turned to face him too. Now you were only a few inches away from one another, you could practically feel his uneven breath hitting you.

“Whats up? You seem nervous. You know I won’t judge you, Bill.” Your hand comes up to hold his hand comfortingly. He takes a shaky breath in and stares into your eyes,

“Y/n, I really like you. And not as a friend. I wanna be your boyfriend so bad. Not a day goes by where I don’t dream about being with you.” Your eyes go wide, inhaling sharply.

“Bill..I like you too. I was literally going to tell you tonight.” He looks at you with a blank expression for a moment before giggling loudly. His adorable laugh made you giggle too. Once you two calm down a little he starts talking again,

“Oh my god I was so nervous! I can’t believe I was so stressed for nothing!” He laughs softly, leaning closer to you. You smile and shake your head, just happy that you don’t have to hide your feelings anymore. “Can I…can I kiss you?” You nod eagerly as his hands cup your face gently. He slowly leans in, placing a experimental kiss on your lips. Once you both relax a bit, the kiss turns passionate and intimate. He pulls away and gives one last peck on your lips before tucking his head underneath yours and holding your waist tightly. Before you knew it, both of you fell asleep in each others arms.

You woke up the next morning to hearing some snickers and giggles. Sitting up slightly, you groggily rubbed your eyes and looked around the room. When your eyes finally focused you realized what was happening. Bill was curled up against your side with his head laying on your shoulder. His hair was messy and he was drooling a little. The rest of the band was standing above you guys, taking pictures and laughing. Bill stirred and sat up, groaning at his brothers loud laughter.

“What are you guys doing here? You’re so annoying!” Bill grumbles, swatting away the camera that Gustav had shoved in his face.

“What are we doing here?” Tom exclaimed, “What are you guys doing here? We’re not the ones all cuddled up and being all lovey-dovey!” Georg and Gustav bursted into another fit of giggles, looking at the pictures they had took of you.

“Hey! You better delete those! I did not agree to have my picture taken, especially while I’m sleeping!” Bill jumped up and started to chase Georg around, trying to retrieve his camera. You giggled a little and laid back down.

“Its too damn early for this. Fuck you guys I’m going back to sleep.”

[flowerandblood]

Wicked prayers, sweet penances (2)

[modern! priest • Aemond x Strong • female]

[warnings: masturbation, religious guilt, incest, sexual tension, fluff]

[description: Aemond, a deeply religious person, enters the seminary, wanting to fight the thoughts, that have been poisoning his mind for years at the sight of his niece. He returns home as a priest, but the desire he has been running away from returns to him again. A story full of incest, sexual tension and religious guilt.]

Previous and next parts: Masterlist

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

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Aemond and his niece entered the wedding hall together, moving sideways, against the walls, behind the crowd of people, so as not to be noticed. Aemond hadn't originally wanted to spend the night there, intending to return to the parsonage immediately after wedding supper. Now, however, he felt that everything was out of his control. He gave up.

He asked for the keys to his room. They started up the stairs without saying a word, looking for the right number. Aemond opened the door and let her in first. They both went inside, the room was completely dark. For a moment they couldn't find the light switch and searched blindly for it on the wall.

Finally they succeeded. The light of the lamp illuminated a small room with a single bed, a bathroom, a desk and two chairs. Aemond dropped the keys on the desk. Without looking at her, he took off his shoes and lay down on the bed, staring blankly ahead. He was disgusted by how turned on he was. He didn't look at her.

She stood in the middle of the room, not quite knowing what to do with herself. He flinched at her uncertain voice.

"Can I lay next to you?"

Aemond pursed his lips. He knew it was all going in a very bad direction. He felt his heart pounding. His cock throbbed painfully in his pants.

"Do what you want." He spoke flatly, his voice trembling slightly.

She didn't move or speak for a moment. Then he heard the rustle of her dress, the sound of the mattress kneading under her weight, and felt her warmth next to him. Their shoulders were touching, there was little space on the bed. He swallowed hard, not looking at her. They lay like this for a long time in complete silence.

Aemond couldn't help but turn his head in her direction. Her face was turned towards him, but her eyes were closed. She looked like she was sleeping. Like when she used to come to him at night, when they were kids. She pretended to be asleep, so that he would embrace her, touch her - kiss her. He felt his manhood throb all over, hot and swollen.

He was looking at her face. With flowers in her hair, in that dress, in that warm, almost orange light, she looked like a saint, clothed in a golden, heavenly glow. She was right next to him, within his reach. He thought with regret that his pilgrimages, his body-depleting fasts, his prayers had done nothing. He wanted her even more than when he had entered the seminary.

He thought there was no hope for him. That he's just a bad, broken man. That there was always something wrong with him. That maybe his mother was wrong. Maybe God made one exception and just didn't love him. Maybe not everyone was worthy of God's love.

A shiver ran through him as she slowly opened her eyes. They were staring straight at each other now, both terrified. They swallowed loudly, neither of them moving an inch, wanting to prolong the moment. They felt each other's breath on their faces. Her lips parted slightly as if she wanted to say something.

"Do what you want with me, uncle." She said softly. "I can't take it anymore."

His lips parted as he inhaled sharply. He wondered how it had all come to this, where those words had come from. He shivered at the thought that maybe she had wanted him all along too. He swallowed loudly.

He couldn't count how many times he came on his hand, thinking about her. How many times had he had to confess, how many times had he starved himself to dissuade himself from thinking about her and her body. He thought, looking at her lying before her, all for him, that God hated him.

He pulled her roughly to him, entwining his hand in her hair, their faces crashing into each other. They were breathing raggedly, panting into each other's mouths, brushing the tips of their noses tenderly. He ran his fingers lightly across her cheek. He marveled at how soft and supple her skin felt.

He shivered as he felt her hand on the nape of his neck, on his cheek, in his hair. He thought that was what he wanted with all of himself. He wanted her.

He gently brushed her lips. They both shuddered and looked at each other in despair. They knew how bad it was. His lips found hers again, barely touching them, causing them to shiver in pleasure. He froze as he felt her soft, warm mouth press against his.

He thought desperately that there was no more hope for him. He parted his mouth and they both moaned loudly, as he slowly started to suck and caress her lips.

His kisses were painfully slow, long, tender. His hand stroked her cheek gently as their lips pressed together with a wet, unholy sound. He thought he had never felt greater pleasure in his life. That her closeness was the best thing that ever happened to him. He pulled away from her, pressing his forehead against hers, both of them gasping, vibrating with desire and emotion.

"Now do you understand why we can't see each other?" He asked softly, stroking her cheek and chin steadily, gazing adoringly at every inch of her beautiful face. Her lips quivered, glistening and wet from their kisses.

"I… I don't mind. I want it." She whispered softly, brushing his hair gently from his face.

He stared at her with a mixture of lust, disbelief, and pleading. They kissed again, this time more passionately, deeper, pressing their faces together tightly. They were panting loudly, breaking apart once in a while to look at each other. They touched their fingers to each other's lips, and then start kissing again, unable to stop.

His niece suddenly took his hand gently, continuing to caress his lips. He shivered all over and sucked in a breath, as he felt her lower his hand between her thighs. He felt wetness trickling down her legs, his cock throbbing painfully at the sensation. He stopped her hand, pulling away from her.

"We can not." He whispered helplessly. She looked at him imploringly. If he could, he'd take his pants off and just put his cock in her, fuck her all night, giving her everything she wanted.

"Please....please, uncle, just touch me there" She sobbed, obviously on the brink herself, unable to take the strain any longer. Aemond stared at her in pain, breathing heavily, mentally fighting with himself.

His niece stifled a moan and her lips parted in pleasure, as his fingers ran over her underwear. He watched in disbelief as his hand moved in and out between her hot thighs, her panties were already wet.

They both moaned softly in desperation, kissing tenderly, all trembling, as he brushed its fabric away with his hand. His fingers found her clit, which they began to timidly massage in circular motions.

She began to moan sweetly in front of him, squeezing her eyes shut, falling into his hand, seeking even more pressure. He was panting loudly with her, feeling how hot she was, how her pussy throbbed around his fingers, how juices flowed from her, just for him.

"God, you're leaking." He whispered in disbelief and delight, feeling how wet and sticky his fingers were. He thought that he would like to lick everything that flowed out of her. He shuddered and gasped when he felt her hand on the bulge in his pants. He moaned low, stopping her with what little of his willpower he had.

"No." He said softly, panting with desire.

"It's okay." She whispered, looking at him with a tenderness he had never known before. "I want this."

He opened his mouth to say something, but only moaned helplessly as she began to suck his lips with hers, pressing and caressing them deliciously. His cock throbbed hard under her hand as she began to massage him slowly, calming him down.

"It's okay. It's okay. Let me take care of you." She whispered into his mouth, and he surrendered completely.

He felt her hand slowly undo the button of his pants and unzip his fly. He breathed heavily as her hand slowly slid into his underwear and touched his thick, swollen, wet cock.

They both moaned loudly into each other's mouths at the sensation, kissing quickly and chaotically, his hand starting to squeeze her clit harder, massaging it with decisive movements that made her body tremble.

Her hand tightened firmly on his cock, leaving him stunned. He began to pant as she felt her massage him up and down with slow, intense movements. His cock throbbed hard under her fingers, he knew a few more moves from her and it would all be over.

His finger slid inside her with ease, her whole body shivering with pleasure. He pushed his finger in and out of her inside in a quick, determined rhythm, rubbing her where she needed it. She moaned loudly, clasping one hand tightly in his hair, pressing her forehead against his, rising and falling quickly onto his hand.

"U-uncle, I'm gonna come" She sobbed softly into his mouth and he moaned loudly, accelerating, his thumb teasing her clit. Her hand massaged his cock hard and fast, his hips responding hungrily to her touch. Both of them thought only about feeling the desired fulfillment.

"Let me see it. Show your uncle how you come, sweet girl." He whispered without embarrassment, as he felt her orgasm approaching.

His niece buried her face in the pillow, her mouth parting, her eyes squeezed shut. She moaned loudly as she fell on his hand several more times, coming so hard he wasn't sure she'd be able to catch her breath. Her core clenched tight against his finger, waves of pleasure rushing through her body.

"God, forgive me. Fuck! Fuck!" He gasped, coming harder than ever in his life, his hot cum squirting all over the sheets.

They massaged each other for a while longer, panting softly as they lay with their eyes closed, kissing each other's lips tenderly. After a while they stopped moving, but neither of them took their hand away. They looked at each other with hazy eyes, their breathing slowing down.

Despite what he'd done, despite knowing what remorse and self-loathing he would feel, now, with her, he felt only fulfillment and an all-encompassing peace he hadn't felt in years. He leaned towards her and they kissed long and sweet, breaking apart with a wet click.

They stared at each other for a moment in silence, both terrified and delighted at what had happened between them. Her lips quivered slightly in uncertainty.

"I... I guess we should go back downstairs to the guests." She whispered softly. Aemond swallowed hard.

"Yes… yes, we should."

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Thank you for such a warm welcome to the first part! As always, if you like it or you want to be tagged, leave a comment, I'll be very happy. ♥

@zenka69 @melsunshine @opheliaas-stuff @chainsawsangel @letmeloveyouuuu

[kumeko]

Prompt: For @flower-seeks-the-moon! I was originally assigned a Hades!AU, which I think tailors into your fairytale AU prompt!

A/N: It took me a bit to figure out the right way to write this—their initial meeting just didn’t click because I couldn’t figure out how to get Furina into the underworld. Though, I do think she accidentally ate the food and ended up there XD

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1. l’hiver

Despite its location in the heart of the underworld, Elysium was brightly lit, filled with golden fields and ever-blooming flowers. A land untouched by the gloom that covered the rest of the kingdom of the dead. Furina brushed her hands against the green leaves and vibrant petals, the soft stalks bending at her touch. If she didn’t know any better, she’d think she was still above ground, in the throes of summer.

“This truly is your favourite location. You never seem to tire of it.”

Her husband’s voice was as smooth as the water he favoured. Furina grinned as she turned to Neuvillette. What would the other gods think if they saw him now, seated on a checkered cloth like this? His posture was just as stiff and formal as it was when he sat on his throne, judging the dead. As he sipped water in a tinted wine glass, his other hand carefully extracted a sandwich from the basket. Perched on his head was a crown of flowers.

He seemed utterly out of place. No one else would ever know this sight and that sent a thrill through her.

“Of course it is. Everywhere else is shadowy and dark.” Furina paused, rubbing her chin as she searched for the right words. As much as she loved her husband, his land left much to desire. “And rather boring.”

“Is it now?” Neuvillette was unperturbed by her words. He’d been like this since the day they’d stumbled into each other, all those decades ago. Sometimes his lack of facial expressions made it seem like he was one of the dead he lorded over.

Furina knew better though. “You should just let me redecorate.”

Neuvillette gave her a long look before shaking his head. “I’m afraid we can’t do that.”

“Why do you always say that?” she pouted, draping herself over his back and wrapping her arms around his neck. “I’m not that bad.”

“I say it for good reason,” Neuvillette chided her gently, reaching up to pet her head. His expression softened as he took another sip of water.

She wondered where that water came from. “Is it a good vintage?” she asked.

“The very best,” he explained, holding up his glass so she could steal a sip. “It’s from the very spring where we first met.”

Furina flushed. It was just like him to remember the little things like that. How could he be such a romantic? When they’d first met, she’d thought him charming yet dense, endearing despite his inability to say the right things.

Now, it seemed like everything he said pierced her heart.

“Anyways.” Furina cleared her throat, hiding her embarrassment. “Shall I give you a sneak peak of my next performance?”

Neuvillette set down his glass. He interlaced his hands on his lap and focused on her. “Of course.”

Furina had performed on stage hundreds of times over the eons. All sorts of people had watched her, from gods to men, from kings to commoners. Countless eyes had watched her and not once had she felt nervous. Yet, every time she performed for her husband, her heart pounded like it was her first time on the stage.

However, Furina was a professional.

And professionals always carried out their part.

By the time she had finished her lines and bowed, she was breathless, waiting for Neuvillette’s applause.

“You were magnificent,” he praised, clapping loudly as though to make up for the lack of audience.

Furina grinned and curtsied. “Of course I am. Did you like it? What did you think?”

“I loved it.” Neuvillette smiled as he took her hand, pressing a kiss to her skin. “You are at your happiest when you’re performing.”

Furina flushed. If she could, she would have corrected him—she was at her happiest when she was with him. However, there was no way she could ever admit that aloud. No matter how long they’d been married.

“You’ll spoil me if you keep that up,” she warned.

2. le printemps

The second Neuvillette tried to leave bed, Furina lunged and wrapped her arms around him, anchoring him in place. Her arms couldn’t fully encircle him, but it was enough to halt his movements.

If he really wanted to, he could easily escape. Instead, Neuvillette shifted slightly, turning so he could pat her head. “Is something the matter?”

 “I don’t want to get out of bed,” she mumbled, burying her face in his back.

There was an amused rumble. His long fingers entangled in her hair. “You can do as you desire.”

He didn’t get it. She squeezed tighter. “I don’t want you to leave either.”

There was a long silence. She could picture his expression changing from charmed to concerned. Neuvillette’s hand stilled. “I am afraid I have my duties.”

“Just…just for today,” Furina pleaded. In the underworld, there was no sun, no seasons, no easy way to keep track of time. There was no need to either, when nothing truly changed. Yet, that wasn’t the case for her. Her goddess blood was starting to heat up, her body instinctively recognizing that spring was reaching its end and it was time for her to play her part in nature.

Soon, she would have to go home to the surface. That was the deal, after all.

Neuvillette sighed softly. She tensed, expecting a rejection, but instead, he pulled his legs back under the blankets. “Then, just for today,” he agreed.

Settling back into bed, he pulled her up into his arms. Stroking her back, he didn’t say anything, patiently waiting for her to voice her fears. He was always like that. While he hadn’t said anything about her impending departure, she knew how he’d been watching her when he thought she wasn’t looking. Whatever misgivings he had, he wouldn’t bring them up, which meant it was up to her to say them aloud.

“Do I have to go back?” she complained. “I want to stay here.”

Neuvillette gently reminded her, “You need the sun. That is who you are.”

She frowned. “Then you should come with me.”

“No, my responsibilities won’t allow it.” He paused. “That is who I am.”

Of course he refused to budge. Her husband was stubborn when it came to duties and obligations, and she’d sooner be able to convince him to shave his head than to break a rule. Still, wrapped up in his arms, she felt like a child. Furina whined, gripping his shirt lightly and staring up at him with the biggest puppy eyes, “Not even a little?”

He smiled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Has death ever waited for any mortal?”

Furina huffed, not mollified in the least. “With lines like that, you should join the theatre.”

Her husband chuckled. “I prefer to be in the audience. I can’t see you from the stage.”

There he went again. It was hard to even stay mock-angry at him. Furina fought down her blush. “You can’t overwork yourself when I’m gone.”

“I’ll try not to.” Neuvillette resumed comforting her, one hand on her back, the other gently massaging her scalp.

“Liar.” Furina glared at him. “Don’t think I don’t know that you work even more when I’m gone!”

As usual, he had a comeback for that. “It is only so that I may have more time with you when you come home.”

How in the world had he stayed single until she met him? She closed her eyes and snuggled in deeper into his embrace. “Do you want anything from the surface?”

There was no hesitation when he replied, “Only you.”

Furina kissed his chest, right above his heart. “Flatterer.”

3. l’été

The sun was warm on her skin and Furina revealed in its heat, in its strength. It was like a part of her had been dormant until now. Even the fields of Elysium, with their tepid lights, couldn’t compare to this. Neuvillette had been right; she couldn’t give this up. As much as she had wanted to.

Nor could she give up the adoring crowd in front of her, cheering loudly as she bowed after her performance. The dead were always muted in their applause, as though they had been robbed of joy as well as their lives.

Furina exited stage right, to where her sister stood patiently waiting. Dressed in a flowing white dress embroidered with stalks of wheat, as appropriate of the goddess of the harvest, Focalors smiled softly as she embraced her sister. “Great performance as always.”

Unable to help herself, Furina crowed, “Who do you think I am?”

“The theatre might be your domain,” Focalors agreed, ruffling her hair. “But even you need practice. I didn’t think you’d be able to do it while in the underworld.”

Somehow, her older sister could see right through her. Furina reluctantly admitted, “I didn’t say I didn’t.”

Focalors pulled away, intertwining their arms as she led her away. “Do they have stages down there too?”

“In a way.” Furina glanced at the bustling crowds, so full of light and love and life. “Not like this.”

Focalors squeezed her hand. “That’s too bad.”

It was. As much as she loved performing solely for Neuvillette, Furina craved for more than just that. One day, she wanted him to see her at her best, performing under the bright sun and turning the heads of hundreds.

“Now that you’ve finished your part of the ritual, shall we enjoy ourselves?” Focalors gestured at the lively market, the stalls filled with tantalizing scents and colours. “What do you want to do first?”

“Well…” Furina bit her lip, considering it. She had already secured several bottles of water for her husband. Even one more from the pond where they’d first met. As odd as his hobby was, she loved how his eyes lit up whenever she brought him an unusual ‘vintage’. “Let’s see what trinkets they’re selling.”

Perhaps she couldn’t convince Neuvillette to come to the surface, but she could take pieces of the surface back with her.

4. l’automne

Furina had never though too deeply about it before, but maybe she suffered from seasonal depression. In the spring, she never wanted to leave her husband’s side. Now in autumn, she was glued to her sister like a tick.

It would be half a year before they would meet again. And while she had Neuvillette, her sister still had no one. Though Furina had never witnessed the cold snows of winter, she had heard enough tales to wish Focalors didn’t have to either.

“I thought you would be excited to go home.” Focalors giggled. The kline was barely long enough for one person to sit on, let alone two, yet Furina had managed to sprawl on most of it, her head buried on her sister’s lap. “Yet here you are, clinging to me like a child.”

“I am excited,” Furina muttered. “I’ll just miss you too.”

“If you’re like this with me, I can only imagine how you’re like in the spring.” Focalors gently rubbed Furina’s head, her voice soothing as she asked, “You like it down there, with him, right?”

“Yes.” Furina hadn’t expected to feel like that when she’d first descended to the underworld. It had been gloomy and desolate, a place she thought she could barely endure for the sake of their marriage. Yet, over time, she had grown to find it charming.

But most charming of all was Neuvillette.

As though reading her mind, her sister laughed. “I knew you two would make a good match.”

Focalors had been the one to set up their chance meeting. It had been love at first sight. Not that Furina would tell either of them that. Still, for someone who had set them up, her sister’s reaction to her marriage had never quite matched her words. Furina lifted her head, meeting Focalors’ gaze. “Really?”

“Of course.” Focalors smiled.

Furina gestured at the nearby plants. Autumn had barely just started and yet they were already withering, their leaves changing colour before eventually dropping. Their vitality was tied into her sister’s powers. “Then why does this happen?”

“I know you are happy and I am happy for you.” Focalors smoothened Furina’s hair before pressing a gentle kiss. “Yet, just as you do, I’ll miss you. Unfortunately, my powers are forever tied to my heart, not my mind.”

Overwhelmed, Furina hugged her sister. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

5. l’hiver

The gate to the underworld lay deep in the woods, away from the prying eyes of man. Furina held Focalors’ hand as they threaded a familiar path, unseen by all but the gods.

Neuvillette was already waiting for them at the cave entrance, tall and stiff as ever. He looked like he’d been carved out of the rock. Part of her wondered if he had been waiting there since she’d left.

He turned, his eyes meeting hers, and Furina couldn’t hold back any longer. Letting go of her sister’s hand, she sprinted to her husband, jumping into his open arms.

He crushed her against him, his arms securely wrapping around her. Neuvillette bent down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I missed you.”

“How could you not?” Furina huffed, as though she wasn’t breathing him in too, as though she wasn’t trying to gather as much of him as she could into her grip. It had been too long.

Neuvillette laughed. “Welcome home.”

Home.

For all her journeying between the surface and the underworld, there had only been one place she considered that now. His embrace was the only home she needed. Nestled in his arms, she finally relaxed.

“I’m back.”

[wine-red]

Holy shit hell yeah another rebs au enjoyer lets goooooo and also a fellow selfshipper we love to see it💜 excellent taste, scott sweep

I am like, one of maybe two or maybe three people on this godforsaken app who wants that night guard [Mike] so I have to ask how is he generally characterized in your au/rewrite(?) I'm scraping for crumbs ahahgdhahd also love your art it has a very chewable texture to it like a marshmallow or perhaps a gummy worm :]

first of all, thank you very much for the silly descriptor for my art, it made me giggle! also, i don't blame you for wanting a piece of that mike schmidt action, because honestly, i do too. i'm super excited to answer this question! my mike is still true to his original goofball-hotheaded self, but the difference is that i let mike smile more than 2 times a year, if that makes sense. he's kind of like a pitbull in the sense that he looks rough and intimidating, and most certainly can be dangerous, but he's a sweetie deep down. he's just kind of closed off when you first meet him, but has good intentions. he's the guy to rag on you, but doesn't really intend to hurt anybody's feelings, if that makes any sense. i think his aggressive nature pairs really well with jeremy's timid one really nicely and provides some damn good contrast that makes their friendship all the more fun to play with. mike is, by proxy, an aggressive speaker. he talks loudly and has a terrible potty mouth, but i think he can (reluctantly) filter himself when he absolutely has to. he loves to partner with fritz (and occasionally jeremy) to pull stupid pranks and get up to no good when he's bored on the clock, much to the dismay of scott, who is usually unsuspecting of it all lmao. mike and vincent still don't get along with each other and butt heads more often than not, but they would probably be able to put their differences aside if it came to like, teaching kids to say bad words or something like that. stupid shit! overall he's a good guy who struggles with his anger due to his head injury, but he's slowly learning to better himself and build stronger connections. i love this asshole and i hope this answers your question! thank you so much for sending in this ask!

[made-my-peace-with-all-the-bad]

Marbit as Notebook Songs but this time I was listening to It’s Not Easy

See, the problem now was that Marcia was back. She’d turned up on his doorstep and fuck, it was just as hard to deny her now as it was before. He’d brought her in, and it was like she never left. Immediately, every feeling, hope, and dream he’d had with her was coming back in full force. Because being with her made every bad thing that happened disappear.

Then they’d slept together. Shit. And the worst part was that it was amazing. And he’d do it over again a million times if given the choice. And yes, he knew Marcia had a fiancé. And yes, it was a really shitty thing to do. But god, he couldn’t even bring himself to care. Because that night was incredible. Even after, they just held each other close and kissed like they’d needed it to live. Like they needed each other. Then he’d messed up by telling her that he loved her. Because suddenly, the next morning, he saw her standing out on the porch, the porch he’d built for them, and she was leaving.

And yeah, he’d gotten upset. Because what they had wasn’t nothing and he couldn’t understand how she could just walk away like it didn’t matter. When he’d asked her what she was doing and why, she’d told him she didn’t know. So he tried again. This time he asked her what she wanted. Not what her parents expected, not what her fiancé wanted, not what society wanted, but what did she want? She just looked down and told him she didn’t know and that it wasn’t easy to figure out. And she might as well have punched him in the gut, because that hurt. It was when it hit him that the girl he’d originally known wasn’t there anymore. The girl who laughed loudly and smiled brightly while wrapped in his jacket because she got cold too easily wasn’t the woman standing in front of him. Or at least she wouldn’t show herself to him. What happened to that girl he wondered, why won’t she open up to him? They used to tell each other everything there was to know. Now she was running from him.

He tried to tell her. He tried to grab her hand and tell her he wanted every part of her. They’d make it work. Because he loved her and he wanted their lives to intertwine so far that they weren’t even distinguishable. He looked at her, fighting every tear that threatened to well up and spill over his eyes, and told her he wanted a life with her. They could do it. He wanted a life, he wanted every messy fight and every beautiful sunset. He wanted it all because it was her. He wanted to grow old with her in this house. The house he’d made for them even after she was gone.

As he watched her inch away slowly, he pretended his heart wasn’t being shattered. He’d just back away too and told her that if she wanted that too, all she needed to do was walk back up the stairs and come onto the porch. His arms were open and waiting. If she walked back up the stairs, she could collapse into the safety of everything that was Two Bit Mathews. But her head was filled with the voice of her parents telling her how disappointed they were and the voice of her fiancé telling her how heartbroken he was now. Everything bone in her body screamed at her to run back to the arms of the boy with messy curls and intricate tattoos, but she couldn’t get her feet to move. So she turned away so he wouldn’t see the tears that fell when he’d accepted she wasn’t coming. She bit the inside of her cheek to stop him from hearing the shaking breaths that would come out when she heard the last thing he said. Goodbye Marcia. This was it wasn’t it? She made her choice. He wouldn’t keep waiting.

Once she heard the screen door slam shut, she let herself collapse and start sobbing. Because she’d done it. She let him go and that hurt worse than any pain she’d ever felt in her life.

[dino-fart]

Hello! Could you write about Din Djarin x Fem!Reader? The reader is a Mandalorian just like Din. Both fell in love with each other, however neither knows how to take the first step, since they are inexperienced in everything that is romantic feelings, sexual relations, etc. That this set in the second episode of the third season. You can add smut to it, only if you like. Thanks in advance ✨

You stood by Bo Katan when Din walked down the steps and repeated the creed. You shifted nervously by the Mandalorian princess. "He'll be fine. Don't worry." She put a hand on your shoulder. You nodded and continued to watch. "Too bad he didn't take all of it off, would've been a nice show for you~" Bo Katan whispered and winked at you.

You blushed under your helmet. You had fallen in love with Din, even more so when he took off his helmet. It was when he was saying goodbye to Grogu. He always had your back and kept you safe and you the same. You had no idea if he felt the same though, he was good at hiding his feelings.

Your thoughts were interrupted when you looked up to see Din falling into the water. You and Bo Katan dove into the water to save him. Bo Katan was able to lift him up and used her jet pack to fly up toward the water. You followed right behind her to keep them safe. You and Bo Katan nearly screamed at the sight of the ocean monster and made haste to get out of the water.

The three of you and Grogu were now under the cover of one of the broken buildings in the civic center. Bo Katan made a campfire while Din gained consciousness. You had tried your best to get the water out of your helmet but you were struggling. "Would be easier if you took it off~" Bo Katan smirked. You sighed...She was right and she knew it.

You moved your gloved hands to the ends of your helmet and lifted it off of your head. The water fell down your armor and you gasped for breath. You coughed violently and settled down after a few minutes. You looked over at Bo Katan only to see her smiling widely. "Feel better?" She asked.

"Yeah." You said softly and pulled the hair tie out of your hair that held your bun.

"It's nice to see such a pretty face." Bo Katan teased.

You blushed and stood up to walk over to the other side of the area to redo your hair. Din let out a grumble and sat up slowly. Bo Katan whistled loudly so you couldn't hear Din sitting up. She was tired of you two avoiding each other's feelings, now was as good timing as ever. You finished tying your hair in a long braid and turned around to walk back over to the campfire.

You froze when you saw Din standing a few feet from you. "Mando..." You said nervously.

"You took off your helmet." He said.

"I-I know...Y-You weren't supposed to see." You looked away in shame.

"She couldn't breath, Din, you want her alive or what?" Bo Katan chimed in from her spot. Din didn't respond and moved his hands to the end of his helmet.

You gasped softly, "N-No, you can't, you just bathed in the waters!"

"It's okay...Only here...And only this once...Twice I guess..." Din said softly and pulled his helmet off of his head. You felt your heart skip a beat as you saw his face again. Din's gaze was soft and comforting.

"I knew you two would come around." Bo Katan smirked.

"I'm not abandoning the creed," Din said quickly then turned back to you. He walked toward you and gazed at you. You blushed softly and smiled a little.

"H-How do I look?" You whispered.

"Beautiful and strong." Din leaned in to press his lips against yours. Your heart did a backflip when his lips made contact with yours. You kissed him back and gently cupped his face. He pulled back slowly and rested his forehead against yours.

"Just so you both know, I am not taking you to the waters again. I'll just pretend I saw nothing." Bo Katan said.

Author's Note: I'm a hoe for Bo and Din

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[kinokoshoujoart]

scribbled down a relationship chart for the forgotten valley bros to collect my thoughts after snooping into their dialogue files, because i’m crazy over the barebones scraps of tiny interactions between them that we are given they’re a neat group of lads and i want to see them in lots of wacky situations together

rambling explanation and screenshots under the cut. spoilers for dialogue

gordy and gustafa are bffs and i love them!!!!!

they have mutual respect for each other… gustafa clearly admires and understands gordy’s art, and gordy seems to view gustafa as his closest confidant, he even gets you and Gustafa the new kitchen if you enter chapter 2 without being able to “afford” it yourself

they only really mention each other and don’t have anything to say about the other two boys

no one has anything bad to say about gustafa, which is exactly how it should be. blessed bard. it’s extra sweet to me that he’s the most well-liked bachelor both in and out of the game given one of the npc gossip lines your son can tell you— he grew up without many friends (in the original game the secret was that he was bullied). he deserves all the happiness in the world

matt opinions

matt shares his Opinions (slander) on gordy and rock specifically if you show him your kid with them, but has no slander for gustafa… his line for gustafa is instead just copied from what he says about the bachelorettes’ kids. so i count that as a gustafa win

i had to stretch to find any mention of gustafa by matt, the closest thing is that he comments that he doesn’t usually go to the starlight concert

i want gustafa and matt to interact!!! i want gustafa to give matt a tomato when he’s being gruff like he did with nami (matt: “th-thank you…..*blush* i already have ten billion of these”) matt also has lines about farm work being easier when you’ve got music accompanying you if you show him a record so i’ll count that as a very flimsy positive connection (matt IS friendly with gavin, due to frequenting the bluebird café, but is a bit reticent to make friends on his own)

rock opinions and social diseases

rock is extremely excited about hearing gustafa play music and calls him a wizard at the guitar and says he never gets tired of hearing him play. he also likes wandering over to gustafa’s yurt and listening to his music along with tei on market days (his most normal bachelor to bachelor interaction)

the only guy who gets no positive comment from rock is matt, instead rock goes to town roasting him in his fourth heart event out of envy for a completely imaginary situation and argues that he’s worth a hundred matthew’s (source?). he also likes to go into the already crowded farmhouse at night on market days and make it even more cramped, but he usually leaves right before matt gets home

finally rock has what i can only describe as a really odd one-sided crush on gordy!! he meanders into gordy’s trailer at 12:45 AM (AM) every market day and loudly, obliviously asks why there’s so much “trash” everywhere (you’re the trash, rock!!!!!!). thankfully rock is quite literally beneath gordy’s notice, however this seems to make rock sad and he tries to come up with wacky stunts to get gordy’s attention like drawing on gordy’s face and… holding his breath? (maybe, i dunno WHERE that dialogue triggers). he has a line celebrating gordy finally noticing him, i’m not sure what causes it though (for his part, gordy has no lines referencing rock)

finally, if you show rock your kid he will tease them by bragging that he was waaaay cuter at their age… but ONLY if it’s a bachelor’s child. rock your complex is so obvious that it’s more of a simple

in summary,

rock seems to think highly of each of the guys (except matt), unfortunately this manifests in him making really odd attempts to barge into their houses at strange hours and by trying to assert dominance in annoying ways. thankfully no one really notices anything he does (except matt)

matt doesn’t generally say nice things about anyone except cecilia (which makes the nice things he says, like about nina, more meaningful…) so unsurprisingly he has nothing nice to say about any of the guys, but he doesn’t have anything negative to say about gustafa. however he seems to want friends to do stuff with (he complains about how no one in the valley wants to go swimming…..hhhgg i am desperate to force rock and matt to spend time together. a friendship where you can’t stand each other but you’re the only two people who enjoy doing the same hobby so you put your differences aside and splash around in the water) like with rock no one really seems aware of matt’s existence except rock who is Extrwmely Aware to the point of knowing about matt’s crush on ceci, but unlike rock matt is not exactly jumping at the chance to go socialize with others

gustafa and gordy are friends with each other (and also both are friends with nami) and they support each others ambitions. i have no source but i’m confident that when gustafa visits gordy he’s also bringing him water and soup (he also visits daryl so i think it’s cool and fun if gustafa drops in on the local lost-in-thought creative hermits with hydration reminders and care packages)

[heartlvrrss]

haechan x reader

Word count: 1127 (puku puku pow pow)

requested? Yes( •̀ ω •́ )y

Warnings: Small mentions of being gutted (not anyone in the story itself don't worry I'm not cruel) THIS IS ALSO NOT PROOF READ SO IF ITS SHIT IM SORRY T-T other than that nothing (I think)<3

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It was finally halloween, the time of year where you would usually call up your best friend lee donghyuck to do all those little halloween things before scaring and bullying kids.

You originally wanted to do a little party with your friends but apparently everyone all of a sudden had to do something, which, in your opinion was total bs. But at least you still had haechan, god did the man piss you off at times but he was a good friend, a cute one maybe even pretty.

“That actually looks like shit” Haechan had the audacity to say while you were carving your pumpkin that you were actually working very hard on, but your ego came back up after seeing his. “You have no right to talk, I cant tell if your trying to make a version of jack the skeleton that was dropkicked as a baby and fell down the stairs 1 million times or if your just making a pumpkin self portrait” You snapped back

“My mother told me to be an honest person, so I told you the truth, no need to insult me!” He replies with wide eyes. Before you could say anything more both of you heard a bell ring, a grin crept up both of your faces before running to the door with vegetables.

You both fought to open the door until u slapped him “get your fatass hand away from the handle I wanna see our victim first” you whispered loudly, the bell rang one last time before you opened the door.

You both saw a young girl in a unicorn costume

“Well hi! What are you this halloween?” You asked

“Isn’t it pretty obvious” the child said, which shocked me with the attitude. She really deserves a vegetable now.

“Is it a fairy??”

“I’m a mermaid you dumb bitch”

I turned to hyuck and mouthed “goddamn..” 

“Oh.. Uh… Choose 3 candies from here” This girl scares me i literally might shit my pants on the spot.

You and hyuck watch as the girl skips away to her mother that was waiting by the end of the driveway, still in shock.

“You were supposed to give her the vegetable!”

“Well she’s got fucking anger issues i don’t wanna get cursed out by a child again!”

“Whatever”

I walked back to the kitchen with hyuck right behind me, while i try to extend my legs as much as possible (which TOTALLY not an attempt to trip him)

“What the fuck are you doing ___”

“Its a walking habit hyuck, have you not known me long enough to know that?” you ask with a fake betrayed look on your face

“__ Ive know you for far too long to know thats not a habit of yours. Its a poor attempt of trying to trip me. YOU are the traitor not me.” He grabs his chest and looks away in a fake dramatic manor

you roll your eyes “drama queen.. Well whatever lets watch a movie we can finish the pumpkins tomorrow.” and you gave him the bright smile that hes always loved.

When he saw that smile his heart leaped as usual, whenever he saw you he swears he might have a heart attack; just how could a human be so perfect, is what hed always ask himself whenever he saw you. You are the epitome of perfection to him, and thats exactly what hurt him, he wanted you so bad but he just didnt want to ruin your relationship with him incase you didnt like him back.

Hyuck decided to watch scream on whatever illegal website you could find on your tv, when the part where Casey becker was gutted you flinched a bit immediately holding on to hyuck for comfort, as he just cuddled you closer in response, wrapping you around with the blanket. You looked up at him admiring him for a bit, your heart skipping a bit while the movie plays in the background, you then lean in to kiss him lips barely brushing against each others, thats when you heard a ring your house phone was ringing. A bit freaked out thanks to the scream movie you were watching, you walked up to the phone with hyuck trailing behind you, a bit bummed out the moment was interrupted. 

“Hello? Who is this” the fear in your voice evident

“You dont need to know who i am” the deep voice replied, you look at hyuck to see if he had anything to do with this, but he looked equally confused

“Do not fucking play with me right now, im watching scream right now and you using that voice is gonna make me shit my pants now fuck off and dont joke around” you hang up pissed “just some creep” you told hyuck “ok whatever, can we please contin-” his voiced was cut off by the phone ringing again.

You turn around and pick up the phone again 

“Dont fucking hang up on me bitch”

“What the fuck can i not just enjoy my halloween for goodness sake” someone started loudly banging on the door

“Open the fucking door”

“No”

“Open the fucking door NOW”

I cover the phone dk the person couldnt hear me “hyuck please open the door”

“Yes ma’am” I walk next to him with the phone still by me, as hyucks hand slowly reaches for the door knob he opens it

You scream and jump into hyucks arms scared for what would happen, only to be met with a loud 

“SURPRISE!!!” you open your eyes to see a bunch of your friends laughing at you including haechan 

“That was not fucking funny!” you say close to tears, looking at giselle holding a phone “And you YOU i thought no one was coming!” you jumped out of hyucks arms close to tears (angry tears be so real)

“Woah woah we are so sorry ___! Youre right that wasnt funny” hyuck apologises hugging you

“Thats right you better be sorry” you say as you cried

“I think we should leave.. seems like somethings going on here and i dont wanna be a witness…” you hear ningning say as the group walk away

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“Are you mad at me?” hyuck asks worried

“You actually thought my tears were real? I didnt know i was that good of an actor” you reply, a bit shocked he believed your stunt

“You were lying??” 

“Ofcourse i just wanted to get the away so i could kiss you in private” you say as you grab his face and give him a sweet pure kiss, finally able to continue the urge after you got rudely interrupted right when you were about to kiss him. 

“So are we official now?” he asks

“ofcourse”

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@polarisjisung here hua! ik im very late but I'm finally finished T-T I hope you like it<3

[4littlefishies]

The 36th Floor - Who's Paying for This?

satoru gojo x suguru geto

warnings: none

wc: 9.9k

previous chapter here

A number of weeks had passed since Satoru and Suguru had returned from their trip, leaving them feeling happier and more enamored with each other with every day that passed. Suguru had already gone back on his word a couple times about not sleeping over on work nights. Once his bathroom products finally started appearing in Satoru’s bathroom, he told himself that he had one less excuse not to. 

Their closets had practically mixed into one at this point, Satoru opting to clean and put away Suguru’s clothes that he had left there into his own section in the closet. With half of his closet at Satoru’s, he found it much more difficult to ignore Satoru’s pleas for him to stay over on work nights. Suguru had his own collection of Satoru’s clothes at his apartment, although it consisted of much more sweats and tshirts than work clothes. 

The two of them lie on the couch, Suguru on top of Satoru’s chest in between his legs. They listen to music, not bothering to do anything else as they cuddle together on the couch, having had their Saturday morning out and about. Shiro sits in front of them, meowing loudly up at them, wanting her dinner. 

“Suguboo,” Satoru coos with a smile, seeming to find a different name to call Suguru every week. “If I give you a kiss will you feed Shiro for me so I don’t have to get up?” He asks, bringing his chin to his chest to look down at Suguru. His arms are bent as his hands rest behind his head that sits atop one of the throw pillows on the couch. Suguru looks up at him, resting his chin on the back of his hand that rests on Satoru’s chest. 

“What do I get out of it?” He asks, a soft smile on his lips as he raises his eyebrows at Satoru.

“A kiss! I just told you!” Satoru says, throwing his arms up out in front of him. Suguru chuckles as he cranes his neck up, giving him a soft peck on the lips before getting up and heading into the kitchen. 

Satoru sits up and watches Suguru as he makes his way into the kitchen, mesmerized by the way he moves; the way his hair flows down his back; the way he bends over to pick up Shiro’s bowl; the way he looks wearing Satoru’s tshirt. His eyes stay locked on him as he opens the fridge, pulling out the leftover cat food from earlier in the morning and setting it on the counter. Shiro meows loudly up at him, waiting impatiently for her dinner.

“Why do you still have these?” Suguru asks, looking at the vase full of long dead flowers sitting on the island. Dried up and browned petals sit around the base of the vase, having fallen off of the flowers as time had passed. Everything else in Satoru’s home is so neat and tidy that the dead flowers stick out like a cloud against the blue sky. 

“Because you got them for me.” Satoru watches as Suguru stands there and realizes that the last time - the only time - he’d brought flowers was when everyone was over on New Year’s Eve.

Suguru twists his lips to the side and looks back over at Satoru and leans one hand on the counter, bringing his ear down to his shoulder as he leans over. He can’t help but feel bad for not realizing sooner and getting fresh flowers for him. “I’m gonna throw these away and I’ll get you new ones tomorrow morning, okay?” He says, moving to pick up the vase, but Satoru stops him.

“No no no! Leave those there until I have new ones!” He shouts out from his spot still on the couch with a worried look on his face as he waves his hands.

“Baby, they’re all gross and dried up.” He says sweetly, looking over and going to at least pick up the petals, but Satoru pipes up again.

“Stop! Leave those too! They’re part of the flowers.”

Suguru smiles over at Satoru and shakes his head, going back to his original task of feeding Shiro. He tries to hush her yowling as he scoops the food into her bowl. “I know, I know.” Satoru watches with a loving smile on his face, thinking about how thankful he is to have Suguru in his life. Suguru sets the bowl back down while Shiro immediately goes for it. He makes his way back to the couch, sitting down next to Satoru and wrapping his arms around him.

Without a word, Satoru brings his hand to the side of Suguru’s face and leans in for a slow kiss. He smiles slightly into Suguru’s lips as he feels his arms tighten around him. Suguru hums happily into his mouth as he brings a hand up to Satoru’s hair. 

Satoru’s smile against Suguru’s lips grows as he feels his fingers tangle into his snowy hair, his fingers feeling heavenly as they massage against the back of his head. Satoru is the first to nip lightly at Suguru’s bottom lip, which leaves Suguru pulling back slightly.

“You sure you wanna do that?” Suguru asks, a smirk on his face and an eyebrow raised. 

Satoru wears a grin that says, “Of course I do,” before leaning back in to give Suguru another kiss, only for him to pull back at the last second before their lips meet. Satoru whines as Suguru pulls away, furrowing his eyebrows at him with a pout on his lips. Suguru chuckles lightly at him before pulling his face back to connect their lips once again. Satoru lets out a soft moan into Suguru’s mouth, feeling his hand underneath his jaw pulling him closer.

Their moment is cut short when Satoru’s phone starts ringing loudly from its spot on the coffee table. Satoru groans as Suguru reluctantly pulls away, not wanting to be done just yet. He leans over and picks it up, seeing that it’s Shoko trying to facetime him.

“Should I answer it?” Satoru asks, his voice just above a whisper.

“Why not? I’ll just stay over here. Anyway, she’s gotta find out eventually, right?” Suguru suggests, sitting to the side of Satoru, one leg tucked up on the couch as he faces him. Satoru nods his head and presses the green button, holding the phone up in front of his face.

Shoko’s face pops up on the screen and almost immediately as she sees Satoru, her eyebrows become knitted together, a puzzled look on her face. “Why do you look like that?” She tilts her head to the side as she says it. 

“Like what?” Satoru asks, his voice going high pitched as he says it. Suguru looks at Satoru’s flushed face and messed up hair and realizes that it’s exactly what it looks like to Shoko. He lets out a silent chuckle, earning a quick teasing glare from Satoru.

“Nevermind, have you heard from Suguru?” She asks, causing Satoru’s heart to speed up in his chest at the question. 

Shit. What do I say? I can’t ask Suguru for help. His mind races in the seconds after Shoko’s question. “Uh, not since last night, why? Is something wrong?” He decides to lie and see what she’s worried about. They had all gone out to dinner right after work last night and Suguru had come home with Satoru afterwards.

“Well, he said something about maybe going on a date today and he hasn’t answered any of my texts or calls since we all left last night.” Satoru shifts the way he’s sitting to face Suguru. He looks at Suguru as he gets up and disappears quickly into Satoru’s room, trying to think for himself what to say next. “I thought maybe you’d know where he is.” 

Suguru comes back out, taking his seat in the same spot as before, now with his phone in his hand. He looks down at it with gritted teeth, having not even bothered to look at it all night or morning. He sees all the missed texts and calls from Shoko and types out a response while Satoru speaks up again.

“Okay, why are you asking me, though?” Satoru asks, his brows furrowed together as he looks at Shoko through the phone. 

She looks back at him with a confused look. “Huh?? What do you mean, why am I asking you? You two are practically married.” 

Satoru’s face turns a bright shade of red as he looks past the phone at Suguru who has the biggest shit-eating-grin on his face, being thoroughly entertained watching Satoru suffer through this conversation. Suguru sends the response that he had typed out to Shoko and they hear the ding of the notification as it comes through her phone. Shoko furrows her brows as she reads the text at the top of her screen.

“Oh, speak of the fucking devil, that bastard is with you, isn’t he?” Shoko asks, suddenly putting everything together. Suguru does his best to hold in his laughter as he looks at Satoru’s nervous face, but finally lets it loose, unable to hold it in. He leans in, giving Satoru a kiss on the cheek before laying his head down on his shoulder and smiling at Shoko through the phone. 

Satoru’s heart continues to beat out of his chest as he looks down at Shoko on his screen. She gives a fake disgusted face before she smiles. “Ew, I don’t need to see it.” The two of them smile back at her, Satoru finally starting to calm down once he sees her reaction. “Looks like Utahuime owes me money then.”

Satoru’s eyes widen and jaw drops open. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Satoru asks, his voice sounding slightly defensive. Suguru smiles, letting his eyes fall shut for a moment, feeling completely content.

“Gojo, you’re wearing one of Geto’s hoodies almost every time I call you.” Satoru’s cheeks turn a light shade of pink upon hearing her reasoning. “And Geto was wearing one of your shirts when we went out for coffee the other weekend.” 

Suguru’s eyes widen, realizing that he didn’t even think about that. “Plus,” She starts, looking to the side while thinking about it for a second before continuing on. “I see the way you two look at each other when the other isn’t looking. Friends don’t look at each other like that, I’m pretty sure.” Both Satoru and Suguru’s cheeks are pink as they stare quietly back at the phone with shy smiles.

“Well, don’t you worry Shoko. He’s safe and sound right here with me.” Satoru says, putting on a cheeky smile. She shakes her head and takes a breath before speaking up again.

“Yeah, well, I wanted to see if you guys wanted to go out with Utahime and I, but I see that you’re busy.” 

Satoru starts to thank Shoko for the invitation and politely turn her down, but Suguru cuts him off abruptly, putting his hand over Satoru’s mouth to quiet him down. “Shoko, we would love to.” He says, sweetly, a smile on his face as Satoru continues trying to talk in a muffled voice behind his hand.

“Great, I’ll text you. Maybe actually answer me this time?” She says, raising an eyebrow at Suguru, still sounding slightly irritated at him for not answering her. He gives her an awkward smile.

“Will do.” He says before she hangs up. He lets his hand fall from Satoru’s mouth.

“Suguuu, I thought we were gonna hang out tonight.” Satoru whines, looking over at Suguru with a sad looking face.

“Toru, we haven’t gone out with Shoko or anyone else in weeks. The most we’ve done was dinner last night. We’re going.” Satoru groans before quickly getting over it and leaning his head over to rest it on Suguru’s shoulder with a smile. He hears Suguru’s phone ding, and feels him move to pick it up and read the text from Shoko. “We’re meeting them at 9:30 at Shoko’s, so you need to get up and get ready.” Suguru says, shrugging his shoulder underneath Satoru’s head to get him to sit up. “I need to go back to my place so you get ready here and then we can head over to my place.” 

“Are you saying that I can’t go out like this?” Satoru asks, gesturing at the outfit he has on.

“If you wanna go to TK dressed like that, then go ahead.” Suguru says, raising his eyebrows at Satoru. 

“Ooh! I haven’t been to TK in foreverrr!” Satoru says, excitedly standing up, his mind already racing with what he’s going to wear. “Will you dance with me, Suguboo?” Satoru coos as he makes his way towards his room. Suguru follows closely behind, rolling his eyes at the nickname, but still smiling at the sound of it.

“If you stop calling me that, then maybe I’ll consider it.” Suguru follows him into his room, going to sit on the edge of the bed as Satoru walks into his closet. 

“Aww, but you love my nicknames for you!” Satoru calls out, slightly muffled by the closet walls. “My little sweet pea.” He coos to himself, going unheard by Suguru.

“I think you’re making that up.” Suguru leans back on his hands, letting his legs spread apart, sitting back comfortably. He takes a deep breath, settling into the mattress.

“I’m definitely not.” Satoru argues back jokingly as he steps into the doorway of the closet, now standing in just his underwear. Suguru looks at him, admiring him with warm, loving eyes. Satoru rests his arm up on the doorway, posing as Suguru looks at him. “Enjoying the view?” He teases, raising his eyebrows suggestively at him. 

Suguru’s gaze is full of desire as he watches Satoru, unable to look away. “Very much, yes.” His voice is low, just above a whisper. Satoru gives Suguru a quick wink before disappearing back into the closet, going through and trying to pick out a shirt. 

His hands brush through his shirts, pulling out a couple to try to decide between. He picks out and adorns a pair of simple black pants, deciding to work around those first. He pulls on a black long sleeve satin shirt, leaving most of the buttons unbuttoned before he steps out to show Suguru, walking in front of him doing his best runway model walk.

Suguru chuckles lightly as Satoru walks in front of him, looking up at him with a smile on his face. “This is the first option.” Satoru starts. “What do we think? I’ll probably add a necklace if I go with this.”

“I think you look hot.” Suguru says, now leaning back onto his elbows. His heart beats fast in his chest. No matter how many times he sees Satoru all dressed up, it will always make his heart rate pick up when he wears something other than his normal suit and tie. Satoru smiles as he makes his way back into the closet.

“Thank you Sugu, but I have two more!” Satoru says, taking off the first shirt and pulling on a short sleeve patterned button up. He repeats his same walk over to the windows and back to the closet door.

“You look hot in that one too.” Suguru says, a smirk on his face as he looks Satoru up and down. 

“Okay, last one!” Satoru calls out, heading back into the closet and putting on a black long sleeve mesh top. He’s pretty sure that it will drive Suguru absolutely crazy, which is why he saved it for last. After putting on a belt to really complete the look, he steps out and makes eye contact with Suguru, not even bothering to step all the way out of the closet doorway.

Suguru stares at him for a moment, a feeling in his chest different from before. He almost doesn’t want him to wear this one, but selfishly wants him to more than he doesn’t want him to. “Are you gonna model this one for me too?” Suguru asks, his eyes full of desire. Satoru smiles as he walks over to the windows and back with a smile on his face, swinging his arms dramatically as he moves. Suguru sits back up off of his elbows and pulls Satoru into him as he walks back over, wrapping his arms around his torso. He smiles into Satoru’s stomach as he hugs him tightly, letting out a deep breath that he had been holding in.

“I take it this is your favorite?” Satoru teases lightly as he strokes Suguru’s hair softly. His face is warm as it’s pressed against the thin, see-through fabric covering Satoru’s skin.

“Definitely.” He looks up at Satoru with a smirk on his face. Satoru leans down and presses a kiss to Suguru’s lips, humming happily against his mouth as he sits there for a moment, enjoying the feeling of their lips pressed together before he stands back up.

“I just gotta do my hair and then we can head out.” Satoru whispers against Suguru’s lips before giving him one last quick kiss. He heads over to his bathroom and Suguru watches intently as he brushes through his hair, trying to get it looking just right. 

“I’m gonna look ridiculous next to you.” Suguru calls out, looking down at the much less extravagant outfit that he’s wearing. “I’m gonna get us a ride back to my place so we don’t have to take the train. It’ll be quicker anyways.” He pulls out his phone and gets it arranged while Satoru finishes up in the bathroom, spritzing himself with cologne and slipping on a couple rings before coming back out of the bathroom.

“No, you’re gonna look hot next to me.” Satoru declares, heading towards the door of his bedroom, but stopping short and looking at the mirror next to his door. He smiles at himself as Suguru stands up from his seat on the bed. “Damn, Suguru,” Satoru starts as he checks himself out in the mirror. “You are one lucky man.”

Suguru comes up behind Satoru and rests his chin on his shoulder, wrapping his arms around his waist from behind with a smile. “Mmmh.” He hums happily, letting his eyes fall closed as he takes a deep breath, taking in the scent of vanilla and tobacco that he’s become so accustomed to. “You smell good.” Suguru says quietly into Satoru’s neck before pressing a soft kiss just underneath his jaw.

“Hey!” Satoru calls out, laughing as he wiggles out of Suguru’s grip. “If you start that now, we’re never getting out of here. You’re the one that said we have to go!” Suguru smiles to himself, knowing that Satoru is completely right. 

Satoru leads the way out towards the front door before he pulls on an exceptionally shiny pair of black boots. “Our ride’s just about here.” Suguru watches as Satoru grabs a pair of sunglasses from the front table. “Satoru the sun’s been down for hours.” 

“Suguru, they complete the outfit!” Satoru whines as he puts them on. Suguru shakes his head with a smile, looking at him and admitting to himself that he’s definitely right. Satoru pulls on a black bomber jacket over his shirt, leaving Suguru fairly thankful that he’s covered up at least for now. 

Satoru makes sure he has his wallet and keys before they finally head out into the hallway. “Bye Shiro! You have enough food if I don’t come home until tomorrow!” He calls out to the apartment as Suguru follows him out. Suguru smiles as he wraps an arm around Satoru’s shoulders as they head down the hallway towards the elevator. 

They make it down to the lobby and out to the curb to where their car is already waiting for them. The ride to Suguru’s apartment only takes about 20 minutes as opposed to the train that would’ve taken about twice as long with all the walking they’d have to do. The entire ride, Suguru has his hand resting on Satoru’s leg, giving it a soft squeeze every so often and leaving Satoru mostly quiet. 

“Thank you!” Satoru calls out to the driver as he follows Suguru out of the car, making sure to close the door carefully behind him. He follows Suguru through the front door of his building and up the stairs to his apartment on the third floor. Suguru quickly unlocks his front door, propping it open for Satoru to make his way inside first. 

Satoru steps inside, flicking on the lights and taking off his shoes before he steps further into the living room. “Suguboo, you gotta do some decorating. The naked walls creep me out.” Satoru says, looking at the barren walls of Suguru’s apartment.

Suguru goes straight into his own room, Satoru deciding to follow behind and sit on the edge of Suguru’s bed just as Suguru had done earlier. “Satoru, I'm barely here. It doesn’t really make that much sense for me to decorate like that.” He opens up his closet and also starts with a pair of basic black pants. As he takes off the sweats that he’s wearing, Satoru’s eyes widen dramatically.

Suguru shakes his head to himself as he hears Satoru let out a whistle. “I didn’t know I was getting a show.” Satoru says, raising his eyebrows suggestively as Suguru changes pants in front of him.

“Shut up,” Suguru says with a smile as he buttons up the pants. “What do you think about this?” He pulls out a grey shirt that has a pattern of large tigers all over it. He throws it on and turns back to look at Satoru, wanting to get his thoughts. Satoru has to practically wipe the drool from his chin as he looks up at Suguru as he buttons the shirt up, leaving the top two open and his chest exposed. His tattoos peek out from behind the shirt and Satoru smiles, standing up to be eye to eye with Suguu.

“How did I get so lucky?” Satoru cries out dramatically as he looks at Suguru’s outfit. Suguru chuckles as Satoru wraps his arms around his shoulders.

“So I take it this one is good?” He asks. Satoru looks at him with a smile and a nod before he presses a kiss to Suguru’s cheek.

“You’re gonna be the sexiest person there.” Satoru says as Suguru breaks away to head into the bathroom. He quickly runs a brush through his hair, smiling at Satoru in the mirror as he stands leaning up against the doorway. “I think you might have some pretty tough competition though.” He continues as he checks himself out in Suguru’s mirror. Suguru chuckles lightly, rolling his eyes as he continues to perfect his hair. He puts it up in its normal half up half down style, his bangs hanging out to the side as always.

He decides to spray himself with cologne as well before deciding on a few rings and a watch to wear. The two of them take one last look in the mirror with big smiles on their faces. Suguru’s just about to head out of the bathroom when Satoru stops him. “Wait! Let me take a picture.” He pulls out his phone and holds it up. He holds up a peace sign with his free hand while Suguru snakes his arm around his waist, resting his head with a smile on Satoru’s shoulder. Satoru snaps a couple before Suguru gives him a quick kiss on the cheek. “Cute.” He shows Suguru the picture on the screen with a smile.

“Okay, are we ready now?” Suguru asks, heading out of his bedroom and back out into the living room. 

“What if I just wanna stay here and kiss you all night long?” Satoru draws out, looking at Suguru lovingly and wrapping his arms around his waist from the side. Suguru smirks at Satoru before giving him another kiss on the cheek.

“Satoru,” He starts, letting his hand rest delicately on Satoru’s lower back. “We told Shoko we’re going, and we’re going.” As much as he’d love to do the same, it was too late to cancel now. Satoru sticks out his lower lip with a pout and Suguru shakes his head with a smile, used to seeing him pout almost, if not every day. “Don’t give me that look.” Suguru says with his eyebrows furrowed together. Although he doesn’t say it, he would also love to stay home with Satoru. “You get me to yourself every other night, we can go out for one night.” 

Satoru rolls his eyes and smiles with his tongue in his cheek, knowing exactly what he’s doing. Suguru grabs him by the chin, squishing his cheeks as he holds him gently in place. Satoru looks into his dark honey eyes, his own wide with excitement. “You’re gonna regret it if you keep up that attitude.” 

“I doubt it.” Satoru says, trying to give him a teasing smile with his cheeks still squished in between Suguru’s thumb and other fingers. His heart beats fast in his chest, always having fun talking back to him. 

Suguru presses a quick kiss to his lips before letting go of his cheeks and rolling his eyes with a smile. “Come on, we’re already gonna be late.” He cocks his head towards the front door. They both put their shoes back on and Suguru grabs a black jacket, throwing it on before they head out the door.

Satoru grabs Suguru’s hand once they reach the bottom of the stairs, slotting their fingers together as they make their way towards the front doors. “I got our ride.” Suguru says, slipping his phone back into his pocket as they make it out to the front of the building. Satoru gives Suguru’s hand a squeeze as they stand there, waiting the short amount of time before the driver pulls up. 

They climb inside, Suguru closing the door behind him. Satoru almost immediately puts his arm behind Suguru’s waist, nuzzling himself underneath Suguru’s arm. Suguru silently chuckles and puts his arm around Satoru’s shoulders, holding him close during the short ride to Shoko’s apartment. 

Thanking the driver as they climb out, Satoru follows Suguru towards the front doors of Shoko’s apartment building. He types in Shoko’s number on the call box and turns around as they wait for her to unlock the door. “Nervous?” Satoru asks, stepping towards Suguru.

“Should I be?” Suguru asks, slightly confused, tilting his head to the side as they hear the click of the door unlocking. Satoru lunges forwards to grab it and pull it open before Suguru can get to it. “Thank you.” He says quietly as he heads inside, Satoru following closely behind.

“I just mean-” Satoru starts, “about Shoko knowing…” He presses the elevator button before turning back to look at Suguru, shoving his hands into his pockets.

Suguru stands quietly for a moment, actually thinking about it for a moment. The elevator doors open and they step inside, Satoru leaning against the railing and Suguru standing next to him. He leans his head down on Satoru’s shoulder once the doors close, finally having an answer. “I don’t think I have any reason to be nervous. Are you?” He asks in return, hoping that the answer is no.

“I was thinking the same thing.” He says, the smile apparent in his voice as the elevator reaches the 14th floor. They head down the hallway, knocking on Shoko’s door once they reach it. 

They hear Shoko before they see her, able to hear her yelling something to Utahime as she comes to open the door. They side eye each other, smiles on both their faces as they hear Shoko unlocking the door. She pulls it open and greets them with her brows furrowed. She has on dark grey high rise jeans with a black long sleeve mock neck top that had a teardrop shaped cutout in the chest. Her long hair is pulled back neatly into a claw clip. “I told you 9:30, didn’t I?” 

“It’s nice to see you too, Shoko.” Satoru says as he walks past her into her apartment. 

“Satoru-” Suguru calls out after him with a sigh. He looks at Shoko with an apologetic smile. “You know how he is.” He says as he steps inside. 

“You two are lucky we’ve already had a couple drinks,” Shoko says, closing the door behind them. “or else I’d be a lot more pissed at you for being so late.” She finishes putting her earrings in and follows the two of them into the living room. “Gojo what are you wearing?” She asks, noticing his shirt from his open jacket.

He looks back at her with a smile while Utahime sits on the couch and Suguru leans against the kitchen counter. “I’m so glad you asked, Shoko.” Satoru shrugs off his jacket and tosses it towards Utahime. “Here, hold this.” She tosses it to the side with an eyeroll and a headshake. Satoru turns around to show Shoko his outfit, excited to see her reaction.

“Aren’t you cold?” She asks, tilting her head to the side and raising an eyebrow. Suguru smiles as he watches Satoru show off his outfit.

“Not with the jacket. And it’s probably gonna be pretty warm in there anyways, so I’m not worried.” He says, turning around to pick his jacket back up. “Thanks for holding this, Utahime.” He says, looking into her eyes with a smile. She stares blankly back at him until he turns back around and pulls the jacket back on and she’s glaring at the back of his head. “I’ve also got my own personal space heater.” He points at Suguru whose cheeks turn slightly pink at the sudden attention. He has a shy smile on his face as he looks down at his watch and inhales sharply. 

“Should we get going?” Suguru asks, trying to move things along. “I can order us a ride.” Shoko nods her head, downing the last of her drink as Utahime stands up from her spot on the couch. She wears a pair of blue high rise wide leg jeans with a black off the shoulder long sleeve top. She wears her hair in her normal half up half down style, similarly to Suguru.

“It opened 15 minutes ago so I hope it’s not too busy yet.” Shoko says after grabbing her bag and opening the front door, ready to lead the way down to the lobby. She locks the door after the rest of them follow, Satoru and Suguru heading down towards the elevator while Utahime waits for her. 

“Nahh, it’ll be fine.” Satoru says, waving his hand nonchalantly as he walks. Suguru walks right next to him, almost as if he’s scared he’s going to run away if he doesn’t stay close. The elevator doors open and they file inside, Suguru pressing the button to go down to the lobby while the others stand back. After the short ride, the doors open and the four of them head towards the front doors. 

“This is our ride.” Suguru says as they approach the edge of the sidewalk. He opts to sit in the front while the other three sit in the back. 

“Suguuu, why did you make me sit back here?” Satoru whines as they get moving. 

“Oh my god, it’s like having a damn toddler.” Utahime says, looking across Shoko who sits between them over at Satoru with a face that says you are unbelievable.

“But you love babies, don’t you Utahime?” Satoru smiles back, leaning forward in his own seat to look over Shoko.

“Not particularly.” She says, shaking her head with a frown. 

“Oh come on! Everyone loves babies. Guys am I wrong?” Satoru asks the rest of the car, now enjoying messing with Utahime.

“He’s got a point, Utahime, everyone loves babies.” Suguru agrees, looking back over his shoulder at Satoru in the back seat. They both have the biggest grins on their faces as they look into each other’s dimly lit eyes.

“I called you a toddler, what’s your point?” 

“You’re just agreeing with him because he’s your boyfriend.” Shoko butts in, pointing up at Suguru, who looks back at her.

“And?” He raises his eyebrows defensively at Shoko before his eyes meet again with Satoru’s, causing them both to smile.

“Ew, don’t do that over me, I’m trapped here.” Shoko says teasingly, looking between the two of her friends. 

“Shoko, you love us!” Satoru says dramatically.

“Unfortunately.”

“Hey!” Both Suguru and Satoru shout out in unison, pulling a light laugh from Shoko.

The rest of the ride is very similar in regards to teasing and joking around with one another. They reach the point where they’re getting dropped off and walk the short distance to the club.

“See Sho, there’s not even a line out front.” Satoru says as they walk up. He hurries towards the door, waiting to open it, only to be disappointed to see that it’s already propped open. Suguru smiles as he knows what he was trying to do, but Shoko and Utahime don’t even seem to notice. 

They make it inside seamlessly and Shoko and Utahime head towards the bar, wanting to get a drink before they do anything else. Satoru and Suguru stand there for a moment, looking around before following behind the girls. There’s plenty of people, but it definitely isn’t full yet. The music is loud, but not loud enough that it hurts your head. “You want a drink?” Satoru asks, looking over at Suguru as they come up behind Shoko and Utahime. He nods his head lightly, thinking about what he wants. 

Suguru is already noticing pairs of eyes on Satoru. It wasn’t uncommon for eyes to be on them while they were out, but Suguru was feeling a little bit more protective over him tonight for no reason in particular…. Suguru decides to get Ballantines on the rocks, not wanting to stray from his usual order. He’s able to hand his card to the bartender before Satoru can get his out. 

“I was gonna buy that for you.” Satoru says with furrowed brows, leaning his elbow down on the bar as he watches Suguru take the first sip. 

“You buy me plenty.” Suguru says, looking back at him. “Wanna find a seat?” He asks, motioning his head away from the bar. Satoru nods his head with a smile. “We’re gonna go try to find a table.” He says, leaning in close to tell Shoko where they’re going. She gives him a thumbs up, not wanting to try to shout over the music.

They make their way around, trying to find an open table, but having no luck. They start back towards the main bar when Satoru notices some open tables that they hadn’t noticed before. Satoru pulls on Suguru’s hand and nods his head towards them. 

Suguru shakes his head, his lips pressed together. “Those are vip tables.” 

“So?” Satoru says, leaning in to be able to hear Suguru better.

“So? They’re expensive, Satoru.” He says, taking another sip of his drink and shaking his head as he swallows, the alcohol warming his chest on the way down.

“Oh come on, Sugu, I’ll pay for it.” Satoru says, trying to pull him towards the front to ask about the tables, but Suguru plants his feet in his spot.

“Satoru, I’m not letting you do that.”

“Why not?” He looks into Suguru’s eyes with a smile. “It’s okay, it’s for all of us!” Suguru grips onto Satoru’s wrist, not wanting him to walk away.

“Baby,” He starts, bringing out the pet names to try to get through to him. “It’s still expensive; It’s too much.” Satoru melts at the way he says it, but still fights back, wanting to do this for his friends. 

“Sugu, don’t worry about it! Really!” He looks into Suguru’s eyes, his cerulean ones reassuring him as they stand there. Suguru looks at him, shaking his head as he takes a deep breath.

“You don’t have to, Satoru. We really don’t need it.” Suguru says, trying to give him one last chance to back out of it.

“But I want to! Let’s go!” He says, dragging Suguru along with him up towards the front to ask about the vip section. Usually you would have had to reserve it ahead of time, but thankfully there had been a couple cancellations, so Satoru was able to get one of the tables. The two of them are led back towards the section, passing by the main bar again. Suguru calls out to Shoko and points in the direction they’re heading. She gives a thumbs up from across the room, nodding her head.

They make it back to their table and Suguru takes a moment to take off his jacket before sliding into the booth. “Admit it, Suguru.” Satoru says, slipping off his own jacket and putting his arm around Suguru’s shoulders as he scoots in next to him. Suguru looks back at Satoru, not knowing what he’s getting at.

“Huh?” 

“Admit that this was a good idea.” Satoru says, waving his arm around and gesturing at the small nook their table sits in. Suguru’s unable to deny that it is nice to be tucked away from most of the rest of the crowd. He nods his head, turning to face Satoru with a smile on his face.

“It was an expensive idea.” Suguru says, still feeling bad about Satoru paying for the whole thing, but he insisted. “But I guess it is nice to be back here.” As he says that, Shoko and Utahime come back from where they were at the bar. 

“Um, who’s paying for this?” Shoko asks, looking confused as she looks around.

“I tried to talk him out of it.” Suguru says as Satoru raises up his hand happily. 

“Why would you do that?” Shoko asks, looking over to Utahime who nods her head in agreement before they both look back over at Satoru and Suguru. They laugh lightly as Satoru rests his head down on Suguru’s shoulder. Suguru rests his hand on Satoru’s knee underneath the table, giving it a light squeeze and brushing his thumb back and forth across it. 

“So…” Utahime starts, looking over at Suguru as she swirls the ice around in her drink. “When did this happen?” She asks, gesturing her hand over both him and Satoru. 

Satoru lets out a light laugh while Suguru sits there with a shy smile on his face. Satoru looks over at him, but it seems like Suguru is just waiting for Satoru to answer for him. 

“When we went to Shanghai back in February.” Satoru says, pulling his arm from behind Suguru and leaning forward, resting his elbows on the table. Shoko’s mouth falls open, as she hears what he’s saying.

“No way?” Shoko says, sounding and looking completely surprised.

“What?” Satoru asks, tilting his head to the side. Suguru is also confused as well, looking at Shoko with his brows knitted together, trying to understand what she’s saying.

“I’m just surprised it took you guys that long. I thought for sure you guys had at least kissed on New Year’s.” She continues, a smile on her face as she looks down at her drink. Satoru’s eyes widen as she says it.

“Why do you say that?” Suguru asks, one eyebrow raised as he looks at Shoko.

“Oh please.” Shoko says, rolling her eyes with a laugh. She looks over at Utahime who smiles back at her and nods in agreement. “I think just about anyone could see how in love you two are with each other. You’re kinda insufferable to be around.” She teases, shooting a smirk over at Satoru and Suguru. 

“Hey!” They both shout out in unison, looking across the table at Shoko and Utahime who just laugh back at them.

“Also, I knew you guys only had one bed in Shanghai.” She says, resting her chin in her palm and tapping her fingers on the side of her cheek as she brings the glass back up to her lips. Satoru and Suguru’s eyes widen and eyebrows raise as the sentence leaves her mouth. 

Satoru looks across the table at her, nearly convinced she has secret powers or something that allows her to read his mind. Utahime laughs, knowing about it from Shoko already. “What? How do you know about that!?” Satoru asks, his head tilted to the side in confusion.

“Well…” She starts, looking off to the side with a mischievous smirk. “I may or may not have convinced Ijichi to book you guys a room with only one bed.” Suguru’s mouth falls open and Satoru nearly jumps up over the table; he doesn’t know what to do with so much energy.

“Are you serious?!”  Satoru yells out, dumbfounded by the sudden news from Shoko. His volume isn’t anything to bat an eye at with the volume of everything else going on around them. “Why would you do that?” She looks back at them with a smile.

She shrugs her shoulders, seeming completely unbothered. “I just thought I’d give you two a little nudge.” Both Satoru and Suguru’s cheeks turn a light shade of pink that goes mostly unnoticed due to the lighting. 

“And what if that wasn’t the case?” Satoru asks, crossing his arms and narrowing his eyes at her, a fake scowl on his face.

“Then you would’ve changed rooms, I guess.” She shrugs her shoulders. The ice at the bottom of her glass clinks as she sets it back down on the table. Utahime sits quietly, watching the entertaining scene playing out in front of her with a smile.

“I can’t believe you.” Suguru says, shaking his head with his lips pressed together into a straight line. His arms are crossed in front of his chest as he glares at Shoko, unable to keep the smile from his face.

“Oh come on, you two should be thanking me!” She looks down at the empty glass in her hands. “I need another drink.” She gets up, Utahime following right behind her as she leaves the section they’re in to go back out towards the main bar. 

Satoru and Suguru sit there by themselves for a moment. “I can’t believe her.” Suguru says again to Satoru, still shocked to hear Shoko’s news. Satoru smiles back at him as he runs his hand gently over Suguru’s leg underneath the table. Suguru looks over as he does it, a slight smirk on his face.

“Was it really that obvious?” Satoru wonders. “I had no idea that you liked me.”

Suguru chuckles lightly. “Satoru, I’m sorry but I think you’re clueless, because I felt like I was giving you every hint possible.” Satoru’s mouth falls open.

“Clueless?! I thought you were just being a really good friend!” 

Suguru chuckles lightly, shaking his head as he looks down at his glass that’s now close to empty. “I’m gonna get another drink, do you want anything?” He asks sweetly, looking over at Satoru. 

“I’m good, but you’re letting me pay for your next one.” Satoru says, trying to sound threatening. Suguru smiles at him as they scoot out of the booth, leaving their jackets behind. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick, but I’ll meet you over there, okay?” Suguru nods as they go their separate ways. Satoru steps into the vip bathroom, seeing only two sinks and two stalls to the right of the door. 

The atmosphere is much quieter, the sound of the muffled music coming through the walls. Everything is pristine and clean as if it’s never been touched. Satoru checks his hair and straightens out his shirt in the mirror before he leaves the bathroom, making sure to flash himself a smile.

He makes his way back to the main bar, seeing Suguru right away standing up against it. Satoru comes up behind him, trying to make sure he can’t see him as he walks up. 

“Do you come here often?” Satoru asks, causing Suguru to chuckle slightly and turn around, seeing if the voice that he thought was Satoru was actually him. He smiles as Suguru turns around, his bangs waving as he moves. 

Suguru looks him up and down with a smirk. “Not really, what about you?” He retorts, deciding to play along. Satoru rests his back against the bar, resting his elbows back to lean on them as he looks at Suguru.

“Yeah and I’ve never seen someone as gorgeous as you in here before.” He says, earning a chuckle from Suguru. “You single?” 

Suguru gives Satoru another once over with his eyes, making Satoru’s stomach do a flip. “Sorry, I’ve already got a white haired dumbass boyfriend.”

Satoru scoffs. “Hey!” Suguru laughs as the bartender puts his drink down on the bar. “I said I was gonna buy you this one!” Satoru shouts, earning a couple looks from a group of girls on the other side of them at the bar. They cover their mouths as they talk, Suguru being unable to make out what they’re saying, but he can tell they’re talking about Satoru. He was already a magnet for attention, but the completely mesh shirt definitely wasn’t helping. Suguru’s jaw clenches slightly as he rests his hand gently on Satoru’s lower back, trying to drop the hint to anyone that was watching that he was taken.

“Let’s go back.” Suguru suggests, gesturing his head back in the direction that they came from. 

“Sugu, I wanna dance with you!” Satoru whines as Suguru starts heading back to their table, keeping his hand on Satoru as they walk. 

“After this drink, okay?” Suguru says as they make it back to the vip section. They see Shoko and Utahime are already back, sitting on the same side of the table as before.

“Fine, but you’re actually gonna dance with me, right? You’re not just gonna stand there like a wet blanket?” 

“We’ll see.” Suguru says as they slide back into the booth. He immediately puts his arm behind Satoru’s shoulders, feeling slightly more protective over him than when they first arrived. Satoru smiles as he settles into Suguru’s side completely unaware of the jealousy brewing inside of him. He lets his hand go back to rest on Suguru’s thigh, although it’s much higher up this time. Suguru inhales sharply as he feels Satoru’s hand dangerously high up his thigh. He grabs Satoru’s wrist with his other hand, keeping him from going up any higher. 

“What did you guys get to drink?” Satoru asks with a smile, pretending that he isn’t trying to rile up Sugru underneath the table. 

“I got a Sakura Martini.” Shoko says, lifting the glass up to her lips to take a sip of the barely pink drink.

“I just got a mojito.” Utahime adds, trying to give Satoru as little as possible to tease her about, but he always finds a way. She stirs it around with the straw before bringing up to her lips to take a sip as well. 

“So you just like having salad floating around in your drink?” Satoru asks, resting an elbow on the table and putting his chin in his palm. He smiles, acting completely clueless as he runs his hand over Suguru’s leg slowly. 

“It’s mint, you idiot.” Utahime spits out, slightly surprised that with the little she gave him, he was able to say something dumb like that. Suguru and Shoko chuckle lightly.

“Sugu, are you just gonna let her talk to me like that?” Satoru asks, the pitch of his voice rising in defense as he turns to look at Suguru.

“Satoru, if you’re gonna ask stupid questions like that-” He starts, but gets cut off by Satoru.

“You’re supposed to be on my side!” He whines, sticking out his bottom lip in a pout. Shoko laughs at the interaction, continuing to sip on her drink. 

“How do you put up with him?” Utahime adds, looking between the two of them across the table from her. 

“For your information, Utahime. He loves putting up with me.” Satoru says very matter of factly. Suguru smiles at his comment, nodding his head in agreement. Utahime rolls her eyes, looking slightly disgusted as Shoko laughs lightly. 

“Are you not worried about work?”Shoko asks, tilting her head curiously.

“Should we be?” Satoru asks, looking between her and Utahime. Shoko shrugs her shoulders. “I’m not his boss and he’s not mine, I don’t see an issue.” Suguru smiles down at the table as Satoru says it.

“I don’t even have to work all day with you and I’m already tired of you by the time we leave.” Utahime quips, taking another sip of her drink. 

“Utahime, drink your salad juice.” Satoru says, furrowing his brows slightly at her. 

“I told you, it’s mint!” Suguru and Shoko laugh lightly at the interaction between the two of them. Utahime looks over to Shoko, shaking her head and starting to slide out of the booth. “Come on, Shoko, I wanna go find somebody to dance with.” She stands up, Shoko grabbing her hand and following closely behind.

“Why don’t you just dance with me?” Shoko says, giving Satoru and Suguru a smile as she follows behind Utahime out towards the dance floor. 

Satoru and Suguru are left alone at their table once again. “What are you trying to do to me?” Suguru asks, turning to look at Satoru with his eyebrows raised.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Satoru says, turning to look back at him, trying to play dumb as a playful smile sits on his face. He looks into Suguru’s eyes as he moves his hand back up his thigh, trying to make him break. Suguru tries to hold back a smile but fails, taking a deep breath.

“You don’t know what I’m talking about, hmm?” Suguru asks, looking down at the hand that creeps up his leg higher and higher. Satoru shakes his head, pressing his lips together into a straight line and furrowing his brows. 

“No idea.” He says, continuing to shake his head and doing his best to keep a straight face. 

“Hm.” Suguru hums, nodding his head as he picks up his drink, taking another sip without breaking eye contact with Satoru. 

“Can we go dance now?” Satoru begs, leaning in closer to Suguru’s face. He can smell the alcohol on his breath. He smiles as he gets closer and closer to Suguru’s face, pretending like he’s going in for a kiss. He tries to pull back, but Suguru, still with his arm around Satoru’s shoulders, pulls him closer, connecting their lips quickly. 

“If you’re gonna behave.” He says with a slight smirk on his face as their faces sit just separated. Satoru smiles excitedly back at him, knowing that this was only the start. He nods his head and Suguru leads the way, scooting out of the booth, deciding to leave his half empty drink at the table. Satoru stands and grabs Suguru’s hand, pulling him through the dense crowd of people as he makes his way towards the dance floor.

Suguru notices eyes on them as they pass, causing him to hurry up slightly to keep up with Satoru. They make it to the edge of the dance floor, and Satoru finds an opening, pulling Suguru in behind him as they move towards the middle. He turns around, looking at Suguru as they stand closely together, the music blasting in their ears.

“Do you know this song?!” Satoru does his best to shout over the music, starting to move to the beat of the song.

“What?!” Suguru shouts back, unable to hear what he said. Satoru shakes his head with a smile, not bothering to try to make conversation while they’re out there. The way he moves seems chaotic, but it’s perfectly with the beat of the music, so it works. Suguru laughs as he stands there awkwardly, not really sure of what to do.

Satoru looks at him with a frown before deciding to grab him and pull him closer. He puts his hands on the sides of Suguru’s hips and guides his movements, trying to get him feeling more comfortable. The two drinks had him feeling more loose, but not enough that he’s completely fine just dancing like no one else is there. 

As one song transitions into another, Satoru leans in close to Suguru’s ear, wanting him to hear. “Get closer.” Satoru turns around and quickly feels Suguru’s hands wrap around the front of his waist, resting lightly on the front of his hips. He smiles as he moves to the beat, feeling Suguru behind him moving along with him. “There you go!” He shouts with a smile. Suguru smiles at the praise, starting to feel slightly more comfortable. 

Noticing eyes on Satoru once again, Suguru leans his head forward to talk into Satoru’s ear. “Everyone’s watching you.” He says, not stopping their movements. Satoru turns back around, continuing to dance. He wraps his arms around Suguru’s neck, pulling him closer.

“What about now?” He asks, their faces resting just centimeters from each other. Suguru’s cheeks are a light pink, from the alcohol and the sheer amount of body heat around him, but also from how close Satoru is to him now. He wants nothing more than to lean in for a kiss, but decides against it.

Satoru spots Shoko and Utahime not too far from them, and points them out to Suguru. “They look like they’re having fun!” 

Suguru smiles at him, ignoring the comment and pulling him closer. The heat from Satoru’s skin feels like it’s burning Suguru as they dance against each other. Satoru does his best to try and tease Suguru discreetly, moving his hips and turning around with a mischievous smile, knowing exactly what he’s trying to do. Suguru looks at him with a warning look, but it doesn’t stop him.

After a couple more songs pass, Suguru stops, taking Satoru’s hand and pulling him back towards the vip section once again. “Where are we going?” Satoru asks, following behind Suguru. They pass their empty table, their jackets still sitting in the booth and Suguru heads straight for the bathroom. He opens the door and pulls Satoru in behind him. He opens the first stall and Satoru steps in, turning around, pretty sure he knows what’s going on. Suguru closes the door behind them and turns around, looking at Satoru with his eyebrows furrowed together. The music sounds muffled through the walls of the bathroom, the lights dim and warm.

Satoru smiles back at Suguru as he puts his hands on either side of Satoru’s face and pulls him in for a rough kiss. Satoru hums excitedly into the kiss, his hands gripping at Suguru’s shirt, desperately trying to pull him closer. Suguru’s tongue slips into his mouth and Satoru is able to taste the slightly sweet taste of the scotch he had been drinking.

“You’re driving me fucking crazy.” Suguru whispers against Satoru’s mouth, both of them breathing heavily. Satoru smiles as he goes back in for more, not wanting to stop. “And everyone in this fucking club is looking at you.” 

“Sounds like someone’s jealous.” He teases, grinning widely as Suguru. He’s quickly shut up when Suguru brings his hand to palm at the front of Satoru’s pants. “Shit,” Satoru hisses out, shakily. Suguru smiles at the way he can turn Satoru into a puddle with just one touch. Satoru lets out a soft breathy moan, feeling his entire body getting warmer at the feeling of Suguru touching him.

“You’ve been teasing me all night.” Suguru says sternly, continuing to rub Satoru through his pants and moving down to kiss his neck. Satoru grabs at Suguru’s bicep, his fingers gripping tightly as he leans up against the wall, suddenly feeling weak in the knees. Satoru lets out another moan. “Shhh,” Suguru commands, lifting up from his neck to look into Satoru’s needy eyes, begging to be touched more. “You have to be quiet.” Suguru looks into his eyes with raised eyebrows, and Satoru nods his head obediently.

Suguru leans back in, kissing and sucking lightly along his neck and leaving wet marks. He feels Satoru getting hard underneath his touch and pulls his hand away, almost immediately earning a whine from Satoru. “Didn’t I just tell you that you have to be quiet?” 

“I’m sorry, Sugu.” Satoru whimpers quietly, feeling like putty under his touch. “I just want you.” As the words finish leaving his mouth, they both hear the bathroom door open and close. Satoru’s breath hitches in his throat as he looks into Suguru’s darkened eyes. 

Suguru brings his finger up to his lips and gives him a nearly silent, “Shhh.” Satoru nods his head and leans it back, wanting to feel Suguru’s lips on his neck again. “So needy, hm?” He whispers into Satoru’s ear, his warm breath tickling the skin, leaving goosebumps all over his body. 

He brings his hand up to Satoru’s lips, brushing his thumb across his bottom lip, now slightly swollen and pink from the rough kisses. Satoru’s lips sit slightly apart, breathing heavily as Suguru plays with his lips, letting his thumb move around his mouth before he pushes it past his lips. He presses lightly into Satoru’s tongue before his lips close around his finger. Suguru watches diligently as Satoru sucks lightly on his thumb, feeling the warmth of his mouth surrounding him. He bites his bottom lip as he slowly pulls his thumb out before he sticks it in his own mouth, sucking off whatever saliva had been left behind.

Satoru lets out a shaky breath as he grabs onto Suguru’s arm. The scent of Suguru’s cologne is intoxicating; the warm scent of cashmere and pine fills his nose. He looks into Suguru’s eyes, wanting more, but not daring to say a word, worried that the other person in the bathroom might hear them. The sounds of the door opening and closing followed by silence is enough to signal to them that they’re alone once again. 

Suguru presses another slow and tender kiss to Satoru’s lips, holding his hand under his jaw gently before he pulls back again. He unlocks and opens the door to the stall and steps out, leaving Satoru standing there feeling needy and desperate. “Sugu, baby.” He whines out after him, watching as Suguru walks towards the door leading back out. Suguru turns around with a smirk on his face.

“What?” He asks, sweetly, a soft smile on his face as if nothing had happened. Satoru says nothing but lets out another whine. Suguru smiles as he pulls open the door, the music getting louder and quiet again as the door falls shut behind him. Satoru is left standing there, halfway hard and dumbfounded, but with a smile still creeping onto his face as his heart pounds in his chest. 

chapter 16

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Tech and Hondo Ohnaka ( Part 2 )

Rated: Teen and up (a rare general audiences fic on my part.)

Warning: Violence, death, injury, all comparable to what we see in The Bad Batch, pain mention, broken bones mention, attack by a wild animal, blaster fire.

Fic Summary: Tech is plummeting toward death, yet he is spared, all thanks to a Weequay pirate who was simply in the wrong place at the right time, depending.

Word count: 2.9k

Notes: This is a kind of crack / AU scenario. I like the idea of Hondo being the one to encounter Tech after his fall. The idea was definitely inspired by Phee's line at the end of season 2: "Well, don't go running off with any pirates or smugglers while you're gone,." :) Don't take this too seriously, though at the same time I tried to make it plausible. The main point of this was to have fun with Tech and Hondo ribbing each other in their own way. I love both of these characters, and I am excited to see what you guys think.

Chapter 1 | Read on Ao3

“Could you keep et down?”

“I have not said anything.”

“You are breathing much tuu loudly.”

“I cannot help it,” Tech argued. It was true, his breathing was labored. Though they had taken their time, the trip was slow-going, and his broken ribs were making it difficult for him to absorb lungfuls of oxygen.

“Perhaps… ef you took dat helmet off,” Hondo suggested, “den et would not be like listening tu an orbak chuffing en my ear.”

“Then I would not be able to see,” Tech reminded him, adjusting the weight of his pack. It felt heavier than normal. He was sure it was because he needed rest though now was an inopportune time.

“And you du see dat overgrown tooka, yes? De big blue one de size of a landspeeder who es currently feasting on de carcass of some nasty, six-legged vermin?”

Tech could not understand why he would ask this question. “I was the one to point it out when I saw it on my thermal readout,” he was quick to answer, the Weequay’s eyes constricting into two tight diagonal lines.

“Den you should know he will be able tu hear you!” Hondo emphasized, the feline in question at once perking up its ears.

Tech already did not appreciate the pirate’s boisterous personality, despite having dealt with so many others like him in the past. The clone’s brow creased beneath his visor as he lowered his voice to a whisper, all too aware of the current situation they had found themselves in. “Then perhaps you should be following your own advice,” Tech shot back evenly.

Hondo grumbled a closed-mouth complaint, turning his head slowly back toward the apex predator, sizing up their options as it was currently blocking their forward path. “We must find a way tu skirt past dis furry monstrosity; he es en our way,” Hondo stated, Tech assuming that had been quite obvious from the start.

“The best course of action may be to wait it out. Once the animal has consumed enough sustenance to—”

Tech paused, jerking back as Hondo rounded to face him. They were stationed on the ground, camouflaged behind a fallen tree trunk and copious amounts of shrubbery and grass. “What is it?” he questioned brusquely.

Evolving under rather merciless conditions, Weequay were adept at many things to ensure survival, one being the ability to detect sounds that were of a suspicious origin (should they quiet down long enough to listen in Hondo’s case). While most of his species communicated silently through the use of pheromones, Hondo preferred spoken language, yet even he knew when it was time to take things a little more seriously; he had not survived this long by being stupid.

“Footsteps,” he muttered, voice deeply resonate. “Et appears we du not have time tu, how you say, ‘wait et out.’”

Tech repositioned himself just enough to glance back over his shoulder, catching the outline of something warm, and alive. Many somethings, as it was another squad of TK troopers hot on their trail.

“They have yet to spot us,” Tech informed him, realizing they were now sandwiched between a deadly carnivore and half a dozen soldiers who were hellbent on finding and most likely killing them, if not something far worse than that; being a prisoner of war was not something Tech was looking forward to, nor was being shredded to bits in the jaws of a ferocious beast.

“Let us make haste! De mining facility es tu de northeast of here—"

“—I do not think we should make any sudden movements. It is best to give the feline a wide berth, as we do not know if—”

“—I du not intend tu die tuday, so unless you wish for me tu leave you behind,”  Hondo gave him a sidelong look, “you will follow closely, hm?”

Tech did not have time to offer anything more in the way of protest, watching as the pirate crept to the edge of their hiding place. Ohnaka stood halfway, keeping low to the ground, advancing in the direction of a more heavily wooded area.

Tech sighed, exasperated by the whole ordeal, and still in quite a lot of pain; it felt as if his entire being had been run over with a HAVw A6 Juggernaut turbo tank, yet he was not a quitter. He would keep pushing forward until his body decided to give out, whenever that might be.

He followed the Weequay’s heat signature; it ran hot in comparison to other species, much like his own, Hondo’s outline burning brightly through the cracks in his head-up display, not to mention his gaudy red coat would easily give him away. Tech wondered why he did not dispose of it if he was so worried about being found. It would be like wearing a large bullseye across your back -  very conspicuous.

For a moment, Tech thought they might be in the clear, both men having made it to the edge of the tree line, the clone unable to help glancing behind himself at intervals. He only realized something was amiss once he had turned back around, hearing the pirate speak, and not to him.

“Uh—hello,” Hondo said dumbly, Tech’s eyes widening at the appearance of a lone TK, his blaster poised and ready to shoot, though for the moment he seemed to be caught off guard just as much as they had been, the trooper not moving a muscle for several precious seconds.

Then, he called for help to his squad mates, or attempted to, via his comm; his transmission was cut short as Tech himself took the soldier out. Hondo watched as his armored form hit the forest floor like a sack of Corellian potatoes with a dull and lifeless thud, the Weequay speaking in low notes with a hint of indifference lacing his voice. “Eh… so much for stealth,” he shrugged.

Tech whisked back around, knowing his comrades would soon be on their way. It did not take long for bolts of plasma to scorch the trunks of trees surrounding them, thankfully these new troopers being unable to aim properly to save their lives.

“Iiiiii am not sure ef we should fight dem,” Hondo interjected between the pew pew sounds of laser fire, Tech having held his ground until this point, both men zigzagging between obstacles to find much needed cover.

“Please, explain what you think we should do,” Tech sardonically retorted, both of his DC-17’s withdrawn from their holsters as he prepared to engage the enemy.

“I tink we should wait for—”

At that very moment, the colossal, azure feline had been roused from its meal, considering these newcomers a threat to its territory and to the kill it had worked so hard to slay. Blaster fire only seemed to irritate it further, as the white-clad soldier’s attention had been diverted from the pursual of their quarry to the idea of staying alive.

“—dat,” Hondo finally finished.

Screams echoed through the forest as teeth and claw bore into plastoid, easily penetrating the TK’s armor as if it was nothing more than flimsiplast. Blood spurted as limbs were shredded and torn apart, the angry beast leaving a trail of viscera in its wake. Tech stood stock-still, riveted by the scene before him. “Fascinating,” he admitted beneath his breath.

“Now we go, ah?” Hondo asked, shooting Tech a quizzical look infused with mild disgust. He was not sure what he found so “fascinating,” and Tech’s only regret was not having his recording device at the ready to immortalize the ferocious, guttural sounds the beast was making as it mowed through nearly a dozen men.

Tech only snapped to attention when Hondo rapped his knuckles on the outside of his helmet. “Wake up en dere!” he growled, at once beginning his journey in the opposite direction, the one that was now a straight shot toward the general area of the lommite mine, Tech surmised, and he was content to follow, as he did not want to be next on the menu should the feline tire of its current entertainment.

“So nice of you tu join m—” Hondo stopped short, another TK Trooper having dropped before them from his hiding spot in the trees, blaster rifle held high and a smug tone permeating his voice as he gave his demands.

“Drop your weapons, and put your hands in the air!”

Both men glanced to one another, this being a rather unfortunate turn of events. Tech obeyed, but Hondo knew better; he had never withdrawn any in the first place. His lip curved just slightly; he could hear a rustling sound coming from a patch of nearby brush.

“My friend, we are de least of your worries,” Hondo relayed dryly. “I would put dat blaster away, ef you value your life, hm?”

Tech’s eyes darted as he registered the thermal readout of the very large feline stalking their way, calculating the odds of their survival mentally, which presently did not appear to be very good.

“Shut your mouth, Quay, and get on the ground!”

“Ef you insist,” Hondo replied, the pirate taking his time in bending first one leg, and then the other, his knees dropping onto the soft dirt below as if kneeling in prayer.

“You too, traitor,” the TK snapped, his blaster aimed loosely at Tech as the clone was forced to abide this man’s orders. He lowered himself beside Hondo, keeping his eyes trained not on the weapon’s barrel, but on the animal that was slowly creeping forward toward the unsuspecting soldier. He thought to warn him, but what would be the point? To face death head-on was not a privilege afforded to all. Sometimes, it was a surprise.

“Hands behind your head,” he barked. His “prisoners” obliged, the TK calling for assitance on his comm. “Found the terrorists a kilometer down from the mine, requesting back up.”

“Terrorists?” Hondo thought, meaning to give the man a piece of his mind. Even so, Hondo was privy to something he was not, keeping his mouth closed - if only just this once - as hypnotizing, unnatural yellow eyes shone like two bright suns just behind the soldier’s helmet. The head of the overgrown took’, not to mention its fangs, were both wider and longer than his head and arms. It was as if he was this man’s big, blue shadow, sooo massive in fact, it captured his attention; the sky had appeared to darken as if anticipating a rainstorm, the trooper looking up.

“Huh?” was all he managed to say, the TK’s head tilting for a better vantage just as the fanged maw of the creature enclosed around his throat. There was a terrible crunching sound as the ginormous cat severed through cartilage and bone as if they were nothing more than twigs, leaving both men to stare on in revulsion and awe as his body fell to the ground at their knees.

Hondo could feel Tech itching to rise and fight. Or. Perhaps to flee. “Du not. Move,” he instructed.

Tech decided to listen. He remained still. He was not sure why he had opted to trust the pirate on this matter, but he knew he would not be able to outrun the beast regardless. In other words, what did he have to lose besides his life? It was a kind of running joke at this point, he mused.

Hondo bothered to follow his own advice this time; he kept calm and motionless, even as the feline raised its eyes to look squarely at them. Blood dripped from its elongated eyeteeth like water drops from a leaky faucet, the formidable lifeform beginning to slowly prowl in their direction.

Tech took a breath to speak. Hondo interrupted him.

“Stand your ground. Du not panic, and du not run. Retreat only when I give de signal.”

Tech wanted to ask what the signal was, or explain that tactics that may work on one member of the Felidae family did not necessarily mean they could be employed against every feline they encountered. Still, Tech did not have experience with this particular species and wished to know more about them; perhaps Hondo had dealt with this kind of predator before. It was a shame that his equipment had been so badly damaged as to cease functioning properly, otherwise he may have been of some use.

A low growl emanated from the beast; Tech centered himself and relaxed. If it was his time to die, so be it, though he had not died yet when he had been almost positive he was going to only hours before.

Hondo lowered his head and stared at the creature’s feet; he made note he was so very fluffy, and if he was not so sure that he would get his face torn clean off for doing so, he may have been tempted to stroke its fur.

The cat bared its fangs; it roared only inches away. The wave of hot, stinky breath that followed did not impress Tech, though the Weequay beside him made a point to wrinkle his ridged nose.

Then, its attention turned solely to Hondo. Its snout was close enough to kiss. Hondo lazily lifted his head, the feline snorting out a blast so powerful, it sent one of Weequay’s braids behind his shoulder.

Hondo spoke; his voice was low and soothing. If he was at all afraid, he did not make it known, Tech observed, though he kept his eyes averted toward the wildcat’s legs. “We can be friends… yes?” he whispered huskily.

The behemoth stuck its nose against the Weequay, inhaling sharply to sniff Hondo as if he was a flower growing in some tranquil meadow, not a pirate in a crimson coat. Then the creature nuzzled his oversized head into the crook of Hondo’s jowls just below his frills, its broad, rough tongue brandishing itself to lick a stripe that would inevitably saturate his entire face.

Hondo laughed, a throaty chuckle indicative of something a little more than amusement. It was as if he knew to expect this all along.

“Dat’s right, what a sweet beast you are,” Ohnaka crooned as if talking to a lover, or a child, the pirate having spent many long hours in the fellowship of creatures both great and small, loving each one individually not for what they could do for him, but because, in most cases, animals were far better company than man.

For one, they did not double-cross him. Usually.

Tech thought the creature was giving Hondo a taste before deciding on whether or not to make him a second course, but to his surprise the feline began to produce a sound that was not unlike a purr from the bowels of its throat, it being somewhat reminiscent of the activation of ion engines set to embark on a journey through time and space.

The muscular mammal nearly knocked Ohnaka backward, so strong was the headbutt it administered against the Weequay’s Desevrar Infantry helmet that Hondo teetered on his knees, but managed to keep his place. Then, he did what he had wanted to do without fear of repercussion, placing one striated hand along the feline’s muzzle in a gentle pat. “Such a good boy,” he offered in the way of praise.

Tech was baffled; this was not something he was accustomed to. He had only witnessed Jedi commune with animals. This had occurred once during his time in the field under the leadership of the Republic, and never quite like this.

The scoundrel stood, and the cat allowed it. Hondo had the audacity to scratch it beneath its chin. “Ah, but you remind me of someone else blue with sharp teeth, hm? All hiss and no hunting us, yes?” he asked, as if the thing could speak its mind, and he would be able to understand its meaning.

The fuzzy leviathan seem to agree, circling the pirate to wrap its tail about his waist before releasing him and nudging Tech against his shoulder. Tech withheld a gasp, his body aching, and while the feline seemed not liable to attack them, he would not bother to stand quite yet.

His pack was most definitely weighing him down, Tech feeling as if one hundred duracrete bricks resided inside. He kept his nearly useless eyes fixated on the dead and drying leaves of the forest floor, Hondo speaking to the clone as if he was much more self-assured.

“Animals, beasts, de wily creatures of de forest, dhey love me,” he boasted. “I treat dem with kindness and respect, and dheyyy du not eat me. Isn’t dat right, blue one?” he inquired to the affectionate feline.

Then, the creature’s ears twitched, and his stark, golden eyes narrowed. Hondo withdrew his hand and cocked his head, turning toward the direction the feline was now focused on and asking it another question, never having received an answer to his first. “What es et, my darling? Du you hear someting?”

The varied shades of blue fur along its back bristled; the differences in its coloration formed alternating stripes like waves in a vast ocean. Tech could not help it— he held his breath. The king of Eriadu’s jungle quickly leapt away to disappear amongst the foliage, the distant sound of men screaming echoing through the otherwise peaceful woods.

“Our cue tu leave, no?”

“Affirmative,” was the only thing Tech could think to say, rising to his feet, albeit with great difficulty. He decided not to question the Weeuquay, or his ability to commune with the native fauna. This man was proving to be odd by all definitions of the word, his prowess for taming wild carnivores only one of his unusual traits, Tech suspected.

Tech’s thoughts were interrupted by an ache in his chest as he had bent to gather his blasters; he could not remember ever feeling so exhausted, nor could he recall a time when he had found it this laborius to breathe. Ambulating slowly forward, Hondo once more took the lead, Tech wondering what Phee might say should she learn that he had coincidentally, “run off with pirates.”

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Unknown feline attacking a young Tarkin:

[darling-i-read-it]

CHRIS’S ENDING - LINK TO ORIGINAL STORY

Your trip down the elevator was long and filled with tension. There was no Jill to calm you down, no promise that you would ever see her again. What would you find below? Were you just going further into the damage? 

At least you had Chris. 

He led as you walked into a bonafide laboratory, where Wesker was waiting on the other side. 

There were testing tubes lining up the room, filled with things you didn’t recognize. Is this what Umbrella was doing down here? Creating monsters to terrorize the public? Is this what Wesker was doing? 

Each passing moment felt unreal. 

“Wesker,” Chris growled. You stood close behind him, gun in your hand. You could shoot Wesker if it came down to it. You had to. “You’re pathetic.” Wesker was at some sort of control panel. His hands worked quickly, with intent. 

“You shouldn’t worry so much Chris,” he hummed. “You’ll be free of all of this anyway.” 

“Why do this?” Chris asked. “You’re just a slave to Umbrella’s wishes.” 

“I think you misunderstand me Chris.” He turned to glance at you both. “Someone’s awfully quiet over there.” 

“Still reeling over your betrayal.”

“I kept you alive,” he assured you. “Why would I kill you now?” 

As a precaution, you stood behind Chris. He broadened his shoulders, taking a strong stance. 

“Chris, I've never much cared for you.” 

“I can tell,” Chris murmured. 

“Regardless, you and all these bioweapons will burn, alongside this entire laboratory,” he explained. Wesker raised his gun at Chris’s head. “Y/N go up on ground and wait there.” You looked between the two and shook your head. 

It was an easy decision when you thought about it. You had always loved Chris, you weren’t going to leave him. 

“It’s okay,” Chris murmured. “You can go.” You scoffed. 

“I’m not leaving you down here,” you said. “Whatever you think of me, Wesker, I’m not that.” He pursed his lips. 

“That’s too bad. I thought highly of you.” He had genuine disappointment in his voice. Then just like that, it was gone. “Too bad Barry’s with Jill. He would’ve taken you both at the flick of my finger.”

“What did you do to him?”

“Took his better half and children. Word has it, Umbrella would do something not so savory to them if he didn’t comply with everything I said.” 

“So he’s just a ploy. Like you,” Chris spat. 

Wesker punched him. Chris fell to the ground. You went forward to help him but Wesker’s gun turned towards you. You raised your chin. You never thought you would be at the receiving end of his gun. After everything, you never thought you would end up here. 

“I used some carrots and sticks to cow Barry. But it had nothing to do with Umbrella. I just used Barry for my own personal interests,” he mused. “Though you and Barry seem to think I was following Umbrella’s orders.” 

“What?” you asked, looking down at Chris who was holding his face. 

“I guess it’s time for show and tell.” 

You wanted to curse at him. You wanted to yell. But that gun in your face said otherwise. You were forced to stand there as he told you about Tyrant, the ultimate lifeform. And you were forced to stand there as Tyrant eliminated him, causing his boisterous self to fall to the ground. Lifeless. 

You were glad, not for the first time, that you were with Chris. 

-

Vickers was waiting above ground. 

You and Chris were able to neutralize, or at least subdue, Tyrant long enough to get up there. You escaped just as the place below blew up, leaving behind nothing but dust and ash. 

“Boy are we glad you were around Vickers,” Chris called to the front. 

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there earlier,” he admitted loudly, over the helicopter noise. “I tried to contact you all but was getting nothing but shitty signal! What the fuck happened down there?” 

You shared a knowing look with Chris before sitting down. That was a campfire story for another time. 

You were just happy to see Jill and Rebecca already there. You threw your arms around Jill when you saw her, careful not to rock the helicopter. She held you tightly. 

“I’m sorry about Wesker,” she muttered. You shook your head. 

“It’s my own fault. I couldn’t see it.” 

“How did you guys get out of there?” Chris asked. “Was there a backdoor or something?” Rebecca laughed gently, voice strained and tired. 

“No. We came up the elevator just after you guys I think.” 

“Thanks for fixing that by the way,” Jill said. You settled back down next to Chris. The conversation slowly started to fizzle out. You all wanted to recount the terror, try to prove to each other that it’s all real. Instead you just allowed each other to rest. You were safe. You were okay. You sat beside Chris, looking out at the sunrise. He reached over warily, grabbing your hand. For some reason it was the scariest thing he had done in the last 24 hours.

Until you held it tighter. You turned to him. 

“I’m sorry about Wesker,” he whispered. You wondered how long you would be hearing that because of one late night mistake. Jill and Rebecca had fallen asleep on each other’s shoulders. It was just the two of you and Vickers now, who couldn’t hear much. 

“It’s okay,” you said back. You didn’t meet his eyes, staring at your intertwined hands. “I didn’t like him all that much anyway.” You wanted to say something else about how he was dead and you never intended that but you just let it be. You didn’t need to justify yourself to him. You let out a sigh, relief mixed with exhaustion. You put your head on his shoulder. 

“Maybe after we get back and have a joint therapy session, I could take you out. For real this time. No guns involved.” You glanced up at him. 

“That sounds really nice Chris. I’d like that.” He smiled proudly, nerves dissipating and replaced with butterflies. At least something good came out of this trip. Some sort of trauma bonded relationship would last between you all forever. 

“Cool.” 

“Cool,” you repeated. He laughed a bit and put his arm around you, pulling you closer. 

Exhaustion moved over you as you fell asleep, finally safe.