#standing on the shoulders of kitties

[safedistancefrombeingsmart]

That first pic. 😍

[hash-driveway]

Robb Wells has aged like a fine wine. HE’S SO HANDSOME LIKE STOPPP

[julians-muscles-and-tits]

[lennonandmaisyupdates]

Lennon Stella, Jegor Venned and Brad Stella attend the Los Angeles premiere of "Standing On The Shoulders Of Kitties" at DGA Theater Complex on November 22, 2024 in Los Angeles, California.

[theballadofmickandkeith]

Ronnie and Sally Wood at the Abbey Road Studio 2 premier of the new Trailer Park Boys movie Standing On the Shoulders of Kitties, in which Ronnie has a cameo.

[mikeladano]

Standing On The Shoulders Of Kitties I Official Red Band Trailer - Trailer Park Boys, Billy Bob Thornton & Ronnie Wood

Bubbles and the Sh*trockers are back, along with Ricky, Julian and Randy. That’s right – the Trailer Park Boys are back in the cinema December 6! It’s been a minute since we’ve seen the boys on the screen, but fans know that Bubbles (Mike Smith) has always brought music to the fore.  Whether it’s jamming with Alex Lifeson on “Closer to the Heart”, playing with his band the Shitrockers, or…

[gumii-bearr]

thinking about... ❝ corruption kink ❞

featuring... megumi fushiguro

content warning: MDNI (18+), afab!reader, girly!reader, alt!megumi, college!au (all characters are around 20-22), opposites attract fr, choking, corruption kink, rough sex??, virgin!reader, masturbation mentions??, dacryphilia, spanking, bruising, marking, size kink, blowjob mentions, dom/sub dynamics, reader is a girly girl and megumi is alt as fuck

author's note: this was requested by a lot of people

── alt!megumi who was infatuated with you from the start.

── you met at some college party and you were just adorable. you wore a pretty pink skirt with frills and lace, and you had pink bows in your hair and your makeup done with pretty blush and glitter.

── and alt!megumi knew he had to have you.

── you were so sweet to him, immediately bubbly and kind, complimenting his tattoos and his piercings and laughing at his sort of terrible jokes.

── and you loved that he was bigger than you and stronger than you, he was dark and brooding and definitely a little intimidating but you always make it a mission to befriend everyone.

── alt!megumi loving how soft and pretty you are and he'd be lying to himself and everyone else if he didn't want to corrupt your sweet little innocence.

── alt!megumi who stands out like a sore thumb in your pastel room, covered in hello kitty posters, fairy lights, sanrio plushies and pretty pink bedspreads and pastel sheets.

── alt!megumi whose dark clothes end up strewn all over your floor, your adorable lacy bloomers and pink skirt in a heap because you can't fucking resist each other anymore.

── alt!megumi who has your kitty sock-clad feet over his shoulders, your little hands gripping the sheets while he fucks into your tight little virgin pussy.

── alt!megumi who knows he's your first with how tight you feel around him, your plush thighs shaking with your approaching orgasm and you don't know what's happening because you've never been able to make yourself cum on your little fingers.

── "g-gumi– what's happening? i f-feel weird–"

── "s'okay, sweetheart... you're gonna cum."

── alt!megumi who loves it when you cry. when you whimper and cling to his shoulders, your pretty acrylic nails scraping down his back because it feels too good and you can't get enough.

── alt!megumi who wants to fucking ruin you for any other guy.

── alt!megumi who fucks you a little rougher the more you get used to his cock.

── he leaves bruises on your pretty hips and likes to leave hickeys all over your neck and down your pretty tits. and he especially loves when you try to ride him.

── it feels too good and you're whimpering and moaning and your movements are so shallow and erratic and megumi knows you need his help but fucking hell he likes to see you beg and whine about being embarrassed.

── alt!megumi who finds out you like to be spanked.

── you try doggy for the first time and your ass is just so damn cute pressed against his hips like that and he can't stop himself.

── he lands a hard spank to your ass and you whimper and gasp at the feeling of his cock deep inside you paired with the sting of his big hand on your ass.

── you clench down hard on him.

── "aw, sweet girl... you like that, huh?"

── he never lets you leave without your ass red and stinging under your cute little skirt, too sore to put on panties and too sore to sit down in a chair so of course you sit in his lap so he can soothe you with kisses and gentle rubs to your thigh.

── alt!megumi who fucking loses it when he sees your adorable pink lacy panties on his bedroom floor, a stark contrast to the dark and alternative vibe of his room.

── he loves seeing you wrapped up in his black sheets, your skin so soft and so warm and your hair still adorned with bows and pink hair tinsel.

── alt!megumi who slips your panties into his back pocket and will act dumb when you ask if he's seen them later.

── alt!megumi who will never fail to be surprised by you. like when he's fucking you a little too soft and you like it rough now because of him, so you tug on his hand and force it around your throat, wanting him to choke you while he fucks into you.

── "holy shit, sweetheart. you just keep me guessin' don't you?"

── alt!megumi who likes how much bigger he is than you, how your hands look so small wrapped around his cock and how your mouth struggles to take him.

── alt!megumi who likes how fucking dumb you get on his dick. begging for more as if you don't feel him inside your tummy and as if you haven't cum on his face, his fingers and his cock about six times.

── alt!megumi who fucking loves you, loves how you leave angry marks down his back, how you leave your cute panties lying around on his bedroom floor, how you send him little pictures of your outfits every day only for them to end up on your floor when he comes over.

── alt!megumi who's the first guy to ever fuck you and will absolutely be the last.

author's note: RARARARARA BARKING ON ALL FOURS

[kitkatscabinet]

SNUGGLE BUG

Summary: The boys try to get out of bed, their partner has other plans.

Pairing(s): Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, x reader

A/N: unedited

DICK GRAYSON

Dick's always been a physically affectionate person, far more so than the rest of his family. It's why he'd been so ecstatic when he'd found you, a partner that was just as, if not more affectionate than him.

On more than one occasion his siblings had been given front-row seats to the snuggle show when they broke into his apartment, served them right really.

What Dick hadn't accounted for, was just how difficult it was to peel himself from your arms in the morning. Torture would hurt less he's sure.

"Ten more minutes," you whined childishly, burrowing your face into Dick's bare shoulder, tightening your arms around his torso.

"We've already said that three times." Your partner laughed, wriggling out of your hold but with far less strength than you knew he was capable of.

Both of you were fully aware just how quickly he could extracate himself from your arms should the neccessity rise. Technically speaking he did have to go to work, but surely it couldn't hurt to be a little late?

Though a quick glance at the hello kitty alarm clock on the bedside table confirmed he was already late.

"Dickie, can't you just call in? I wanna cuddle."

Fuck. How could he say no to that?

It wasn't like he really needed the money anyway.

His boss's ire is worth it to feel the way you smile into the skin of his neck, your warm breaths and little laughs as you lay tangled together.

So worth it.

JASON TODD

"You planning on letting me go anytime soon?" Jason grunted, though you know him well enough to hear the smile he's attempting to hide.

"Never," you mumble into the skin between his broad shoulder blades, the mattress slouching beneath the combined weight of you and your boyfriend.

Jason, undeterred by your attempts to drag him down, stands with a grunt. A cracking noise you know to be his knees rings out, and though you feel a little bad, you're unwilling to back down in your quest to get him back into bed.

Unfortunately for you, your boyfriend is built like a brick shithouse and is just as stubborn as you. Slowly, he manouevers around your small apartment all the while you hang off his back like a drunken Koala.

"Babyyyy," you whine petulantly into his ear, arms tightening around his neck in an attempt to only slightly choke him into submission.

Sighing, Jason starts to wander back into the bedroom. Just when you think you've won, he spins around, falling backwards onto the mattress and crushing you beneath his bulk.

In the minutes you spend winded, recovering, from being squished like an ant, Jason makes his escape. When you finally manage to come back to yourself you notice something incredibly distressing.

"Clothes! Why are you wearing clothes!" you wailed, sliding off the mattress and onto the floor in a pathetic slump.

Despite himself, Jason smiles at the sight, bundling you up in his arms before hopping back into bed with you. "Ok, you big dramatic baby."

Hey may have sounded put out, but the both of you knew he wanted to cuddle just as much. Besides, nothing was as important to him as you.

TIM DRAKE

He’d tried to be quiet. Truly, with years of training in the art of stealth Tim had intended to simply slip out of the bed and leave you to the sleep you needed.

He’d almost made it, both feet on the floor and the mattress no longer bearing most of his weight when all of a sudden a hand darted out, grasping his wrist.

Tim froze, slowly turning to look down at you with wide, guilty eyes. You're glaring up at him, sleep-addled face far more adorable than threatening, not that he'd ever tell you that, for fear of getting his ass beat.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" your voice is hoarse and gravelly from sleep but the threat is evident.

Mouth suddenly dry, Tim awkwardly chuckles, "Oh, babe, you're awake."

"Thanks to you," you grumbled sleepily, guilt and fear in equal measurements settling heavily in his chest.

"M'sorry, tried not to wake you but I gotta get to work on this case."

"No." You grunted, wrapping your arms around Tim's waist with freakish speed, nuzzling your face into his side.

He can't help the way his heart skips several beats at your casual affection. Tim's always been starved for touch, for the soft loving touch that you've always provided as if its as natural as breathing.

He should be used to it but despite the years worth of love and affection you've poured into Tim in the time you've spent together he still hasn't acclimated.

Tim knows, that you know, just how weak to your touch he is. It still doesn't prevent his resolve from crumbling when you refuse to let him budge, tugging him back down into your warm embrace.

"Good boy," you murmur against the skin of his neck, wrapping around his back like an octopus and trapping him against the expanse of your chest.

His skin runs hot at your words, mind numb to anything that's not your touch as he's eventually lulled back to sleep to the soothing sounds of your breathing.

[nicholasgoodgirl]

on set - nicholas chavez

summary: you came to bring nicholas food on set and he looks too good you gotta help him get off or maybe you're just doing it for yourself.

warning: oral (m receiving), almost caught ig.

a/n: i need this man bad 😩

--

i park my car and get the takeout my boyfriend asked me to get for him while he was on set.

i knocked on his trailer a few times then being met with him, Nicholas i can't lie he looked undeniably good.

a part of me feels bad because he's getting put into character for this role and i liked it. every bit of it.

the way his hair is styled, paired with the old money clothing. he was perfect. "you good?" not sure how long he was trying to get my attention but i just nod and walk into the trailer.

"you gonna be free tonight" i ask. Nicholas sits back down in the chair. "uh i don't think so" he checked the message he was given earlier this morning before coming to work

"yeah, no i won't be free why?" he asks giving me the perfect opportunity to perhaps get a quickie in before he has to actually get on screen again.

i walk up behind him, giving his shoulders a little massage then kissing his neck "I'd really liked if we could do something later" i try hinting to him that i wanted to fuck and im sure he caught on rather slowly than expected but he still did nonetheless.

"at work? what a needy girl" he coaxed. he took my hand in his and brung me infront of him.

nicholas manspreads his legs a bit so i can stand in between them "how bout you get that pretty little mouth to work then"

his cocky tone and the light pat on the side of my thigh; a signal for me to get on my knees sent my need for him through the roof.

i sunk to my knees not breaking eye contact. "this is what you wanted right?" he asked me with a smirk.

i give him a nod. but that wasn't enough for him he brings his thumb to my mouth dragging it across my lips "use your words baby" he cooed

"yeah- yes.. i want to do this." i fumble with his belt buckle, his eyes burning into my skull making me feel intimidated by his gaze.

i get the belt undone and pull his pants down, he lifts his hips a bit to help. "doin' so good already but-" he picks his phone up checking the time "-they're gonna need me in atleast 7 minutes" he places the phone back down.

his hard cock is freed from the confinement of his boxers. i put the head of his cock at my lips, kitty licking the tip before putting my mouth around him.

a low grunt is heard from him encouraging me to sink my mouth down further.

he grabs a handful of my hair and carelessly pushing my head down, i gag on his dick and im quick to remove my mouth off him "stoopp" i whine

"alright im sorry" he takes his hands away from my hair and puts them up surrendering.

a knock on the trailer door followed by a girl telling Nicholas he's needed on set. "5 more minutes!" he yells loud enough for the lady to hear from outside.

nicholas turns back to me and raises his eyebrows "see we don't have much time" he shrugs.

i wrap my mouth around him for the second time, already use to the length reaching the back of my throat.

he allows me to do whatever i please with my mouth; watching me take his length. i swallow around him and nearly choke when he accidentally jerks forward and thrusting down the back of my throat.

"shit.." nicholas drawls out throwing his head back at the feeling.

i change my pace, bobbing my head faster and using my hand to pump whatever i couldn't fit in my mouth. he whimpers softly, i looked up at him, his lips caught between his teeth, cheeks flushed and eyebrows knitted together while his eyes were screwed shut. perfect like i said before

"you're such a good girl f'me y'know that?" i hum in reaponse, the vibration around his cock made him moan loudly.

"sir are you ok?" the lady asked from outside; rattling the doorknob. "fine- just fine!" ,,give me one more minute please"

i swirl my tounge around his tip then using my hand to stroke him till he reaches his orgasm "m' close" he whimpers.

i put my mouth on the head of his cock and let him paint the back of my throat.

i wipe the sides of my mouth and rise from my knees while Nicholas pulls his underwear and pants back up. "lets finish up whenever i get home yeah?" he kisses my head and walks out the trailer.

[salemmoncler]

katsuki bakugou LOVESSSS watching you cook, man.

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you’re in the kitchen lookin’ sexy as fuck. white tank top on with no bra, little black booty shorts, extra small knotless braids in a claw clip, messy edges, and the pink hello kitty apron he bought you for your birthday. he’s in heaven.

you’re cutting up tomatoes for your homemade tacos, and you’re just slowly swaying to the beat of diamond boy by sza playing lowly on the alexa, and he’s just staring.

you can feel him burning holes into the back of your skull, and maybe your ass. “stop staring at me, creep.” you tease, smiling at him from over your shoulder.

“i can’t look at my girl now? i’m just admiring the view, baby.” he says, getting up to stand behind you. long, muscular arms wrapping around your waist.

“mhm, sure,” you mumble lowly, still cutting.

“tacos smell good, just like you,” he murmurs, planting small kisses on your neck and shoulder.

you can feel your face get warm.

“katsuki, stop! you’re distracting me! sit down!” you say, pushing him off playfully.

“aw m’sorry baby, i just couldn’t help myself. you just look sooo pretty, mama,” he smirks, eyes trailing all over you.

“i know katsuki. thank you katsuki, you’ve said it 100 times already,” you smile, shaking your head. you take the small portion of cut tomatoes over to the tacos and sprinkle them on, as well with the shredded cheese and lettuce.

“food’s ready, love,” you say, bringing the tray with the tacos on it over to the island katsuki sitting at.

he looks at the food, then you, then the food again, then you again and gets up from the stool.

“boy, are you okay?” you say, looking at him with your eyebrow raised.

he puts his hands on your waist, pulls you closer, and gives you exactly 3 long kisses on the lips, moving down to your neck.

you sigh heavily.

“i don’t know… if i wanna eat these tacos…or you,” he says in between kisses.

“katsuki!” you yelp, pulling his head up.

“you’re so silly. i didn’t make these for no reason kat,” you pout.

he smiles softly, “mm, m’sorry baby, let’s eat,” he says leaning down to give you a peck on the lips.

“i can eat you after tho, right?” he GENUINELY asks.

you look at him for a second before doing a sighy-giggle.

“sure, katsuki. make sure you brush your teeth tho.”

“fuck yes!” he yells, making you jump. he grabs 2 plates from the cabinet and the tray of tacos and goes to the dining room.

that man is such a freak for your pretty ass, it’s insane.

[safedistancefrombeingsmart]

Martin arrives at the UK premiere of Standing on the Shoulders of Kitties.

[moechies]

。・🍇゜・。

sukuna who’s eyes widen when he sees his little bunny eating grapes.

he doesn’t know about little hybrids like you, but he’s sure he remembers that little animals like dogs, and cats, can’t have grapes. or they’ll die.

he marches over to you, allowing the ground to vibrate with each and every step. you squeak in surprise, ears standing straight up and turning behind you to investigate the noise.

you tuen your head to see behind you, and his tank of a body is directly in front of your face. you look up, but it seems to drag for miles due to the man’s lean and tall body.

he watches you nibble on the sweet green grapes, 3 of them already stuffed in your mouth all at once. it makes your cheeks puffy and crooked.

“hi ryo—“

he wastes no time with greetings before grabbing you by your jaw, fingers pushing into your mouth to forcibly remove the grapes.

“are you fuckin’ dumb, bunny? can’t ya die from these little green things ?” he growls, situating himself on your fluffy bed to adjust your squirming body. he pulls your body onto his lap, arm laying across your tummy to keep you from wiggling. he tugs your ears back for more leverage, you squirm, and attempt to explain, but he succeeds in removing the fruits with two prominent fingers.

you cough from his intrusion, but sukuna stares at the two grapes in his hand when he was sure there was three in your mouth.

“y’r already coughing , are you going to die?”

he goes back to fish for more, fingers pressing against your fat lips ordering you to open your mouth, but you push him away.

“ryomen ! m’a bunny, not a dog ! i can eat grapes, dummy !” you squeal, hiding your face in his shoulder away from his assaulting hand.

“m coughing c-cause you’re sticking your fingers down my throat ryo!” you whine, and he puts down his hand.

“i thought these things could kill you.”

you feel yourself get hot at his unusual signs of caring, calming yourself before replying. you huff.

“n-no, i can eat it. just puppies ‘nd kitties can’t.”

you look back at him, fluffy ear rubbing against his meaty bicep and tickling him. he flinches away and scowls at the abhorrent feeling, not used to such ‘pests’ being so close to him. you grin,

“y’r still so sensitive, do you not like my ears ?” you raise them, tickling the tip against his shoulder.

“stop it. dumb bunny brat.” he carries you and places you back on the bed, taking his leave along with the carton of grapes.

“h-hey! i still want those !” you reach at him, but he doesn’t even turn back. he makes his way to the kitchen, and you hear a loud thud.

“did y’just throw them away ?!”

he comes back, leaning against the door frame with a smug look, one that turns into a grin when he sees your brows arched together in hopes that he’ll realize you’re angry. what a dumb bunny.

“i don’t like how they’re green.”

[julians-muscles-and-tits]

Just finished watching Standing On The Shoulders Of Kitties with my boyfriend and omg I loved it 🥰 it was funny, heartwarming and it made my Sunday. The songs were really good, Randy and Bubbles having disasters was funny I felt so bad for them when they were in London and Randy had to go back to being Smokey to get money LMAO 😭, the bit I laughed the hardest at was one of the band members having an allergic reaction to cats 😂 idk why but it fkn killed me mate. The celebrity cameos were cool especially Martin Freeman and the guy from the Rolling Stones as a British girl that was epic, can't fault it I actually nearly cried at the end 🥺 would have liked to have seen more cats especially the black and white one who Bubbles said had mental health problems or something. Great little film 💙💙.

[lennonandmaisyupdates]

Lennon Stella and Brad Stella attend the Los Angeles premiere of "Standing On The Shoulders Of Kitties" at DGA Theater Complex on November 22, 2024 in Los Angeles, California.

[eraserbread]

growing old with kento pls🥺🥺

for your twenty-fifth wedding anniversary, kento got you a cat, a kitten, to be exact -- golden, like him, hazel eyes like him. he's your baby, taking over that space in your home that your daughter's move back to tokyo brought out.

just like he always wanted, kento retired early in malaysia, and tokyo's where your daughter chose to stay. school in the city was far more riveting than stewing away in a beachside cottage. and alone for the first time again in nineteen years, you had love to celebrate.

so, he hands you that little purring kitten as soon as you stumble out of bed, smiling at the gentle coos you're giving. looking at you in the rising sun reminds him of how you'd dote over your young daughter twenty years ago. he's always loved you, but seeing your motherhood bloom and grow out of you made him obsessed.

"awh, kento." you're pouting, holding the kitten to your heart. you're in a shorter nightgown, cut above the knees he leans down and closes his hands over. for a fifty-year-old man, that mobility has never gotten lost. in fact, you think he looks the best he's ever have -- greyed roots, shaved stubble, fine lines. so familiar.

"happy twenty-fifth." he replies, kissing over your knee. "been with you longer than I've been alone, now. our marriage's brain is finally fully developed."

"you're such a dad." you scoff, lovingly. "it's a boy? I'm gonna name him kento."

"don't. that's not a very creative name." he stands with a grunt, leaning towards to kiss your lips. little kitty purring between your chests, he lingers.

the only thing you got him for twenty-five years together was his steaming bowl of char kway teow he's hunching over as you head through a night market. you were supposed to be sharing, but you'll let him have it. you can taste the umami on his lips when he kisses you, and that's enough.

the nights gone on in street food carbs, and drowned-out music. scooters whiz past you in the dusty streets, and kento keeps his arm strong around your shoulders, staking that lifelong claim in physicality.

always, you end up by the beach, lying out on plush lounge chairs. you're resting on his chest, heartbeat backing the rush of the waves and the pulse of the fire-dancers in front of you, lighting up the sand. you haven't touched alcohol all night, neither has he, but his sound has you nodding off. you trail your settled-in hands across his homey chest, pressing the tips of your nails into his clothed flesh.

you can feel him shiver, then whisper, "tickles."

then, for that thirty-eighth anniversary, your husband, grey and in his sixties, wakes you up with kisses to the neck. windows open, an early-morning sea breeze rushing through the bedroom, you stir to life and savor the touch.

"i have loved you for forty years. can you believe it?" he mutters, keeping his lips pressed to your skin. "and I still want you like it's the first."

you're smiling into the sheets, still so susceptible to his charms in your older years. he knows you inside and out, upside and down. at this point in life, he is you.

at the foot of the bed, poor old little yuji, your thirteen-year-old ginger cat purrs in sleep. kento's rustling makes him flick an ear, but the old boy is far too comfortable to move.

for year thirty-eight, you made him his favorite breakfast and served it to him as he sits on the balcony with a book in his lap. kento's come to wear glasses, thin-framed ones that hang on the edge of his nose as he grumbles at words.

it's all he lives for now, western poetry, wife handling, and cleaning up after a rowdy cat. every night like clockwork, he calls his daughter in tokyo -- sometimes she doesn't answer, but most of the time she does. for hours, or just as long as she allows, she goes on and on about her life, the woman she's seeing, the home she's buying, and the job she's loving.

kento listens with every ounce of his soul just like he listens to his words, and you, and the sound of the warm langkawi breeze as it hits his face.

out here in the seclusion, there aren't any curses -- no angst. all that matters is the life he's hand-picked, thoughtful to the core.

and that night, his final gift is a sweater you sewed for him, and you. sandy hands, warm cheeks -- you present your naked body to him in the night, letting the full moon guide him right to where he knows to touch.

age is just experience. it's been thirty-eight years of memorizing each other's bodies - intimacy is like oxygen. he reaches for the canyon between your thighs on your secluded, beachside balcony, swallowing the sound of his name like he has for a lifetime.

like clockwork, every single time this starts, he whispers between your lips, "I love you."

and you whisper back, "i love you, too."

[ysaefinn]

Pairing: Dilf!Satoru Gojo x gn!reader x Dilf!Suguru Geto

Synopsis: you try being sneaky behind your boyfriends' backs. But they're dead set on pampering you.

Good riddance.

You feel like ripping your hair out. The Zoom meeting has been going on for what feels like forever now. You've already told the interviewer everything he needed to know, your educational detaile, your degree, your previous experiences in the work force, and even your living arrangement for whatever fucking reason. So why on earth is he still running his mouth?? The ache in your cheeks from holding that tight smile makes you begin to regret applying for the job in the first place.

"You know you don't have to do this." And you do know,"we take care of you just fine, don't we?" And they do,"please, you stress yourself enough with school. You have enough on your plate already." And you do "Awe baby, just let us take care of you." and you should, but you just wouldn't fucking listen huh?

Your married boyfriends hate to see you like this. Don't get it twisted, they find it endearing the way you just don't seem to be able to sit still, how you just have to be doing something to contribute. But you just love taking it too far, working yourself to the bone, burning yourself out. Something the two middle aged men just can't have. And so, Suguru and Satoru have taken it as their mission to turn you into their spoiled little baby, a tiny little kitty in their palm, ever since they lured you into their marital home with charming smiles and hot meals.

The interviewer's words fade into the background as more and more doubt begins to cloud your mind. Realistically speaking, you really aren't in nee-

"Oh? what do we have here?"

You freeze.

But a pair of strong muscular arms wrap around your own, warming you right back up, you recognize that teasing tilt of tone anywhere. Lost in your own thoughts, you haven't been able to catch Satoru make his way into the room you swear you locked, and pull you into his embrace, your back pushed against hid soft plush chest.

"We talked about this didn't we? I can't believe you would go behind our backs like this? Im so disappointed~"

And usually, you'd laugh, kiss his cheek, tell him to stop being so dramatic, or even play along if he's lucky. But not when you've been caught red-handed, not when you've promised them time and time again that you'd take better care of yourself, and not when you've been pushing this interview around for when they both would be at work, and definitely not with your camera still on.

"U-uh satoru..." Said man responds with a hum against the back of your head in between gentle feather-light kisses.

"I'm uhm...in the middle of something....as you can see"

A second then two pass before he takes his face off of your hair. You can feel his piercing blue gaze burn the back of your head before he bursts into laughter. You shrink and curl back into him further.

"Awh sweets, the audaci-"

"Easy, Satoru. No use in being mean, you know our little angel just can't help it"

Your stomach drops to you ass once you register your other boyfriend (who's also your other boyfriend's husband)'s voice. Satoru rests his chin on your shoulder before pouting childishly.

Once again, your camera is very much still recording.

Suguru is leaning against the frame of the wide open door, a fond little smile on his face. And all hope is thrown to the wind. You may have had a chance at escape with Satoru, but definitely not with his husband. The feeling of hopelessness intensifies when the long haired man stands up straight and makes his way to you with purpose.

Suguru carries himself with the same elegance that caught your eye the first day you've met, a select few gray strands catch the sunlight making his black locks almost seem bejeweled. His hand comes down to ruffle his husband's hair and then to pinch your cheek affectionately before taking your unoccupied side. Effectively adding more fuel to the fire. Your hands fly to hide your flaming hot face, and your men share a look of amusement.

"Aww sweetie, come here." And of course. he wouldn't be Suguru if he didn't jump at the chance to coddle you in his own arms. "i know, i know... all of this work business must be stressing you out to no end," he noses at your temple, then moves to smear a long chast kiss on your cheek.

Maybe it's out of consideration for your rapidly beating heart. Maybe he thinks it's something only you should have the privilege to hear, either why you're thankful the next words came in the form of a whisper againt your cheek.

"But that's why you have us, right? We'll handle everything. You can just be our little one, wouldn't that be nice?"

And you nod, you actually nod. Can you believe that? That's all it took. Being sandwiched between the couple, a few kisses here and there a gentle whisper and you're once again swept off your feet.

"Why do you have to be this waaaayyy..." your muffled whining only serves to endear them, a big hand travels under your shirt to rub soothing circles on your back.

"It's for your own good" Suguru is yet to drop the soft cooing.

"And you do it to yourself!" Satoru is yet to drop the teasing.

You're reminded of two big happy cats when they start rubbing their cheeks on either side of your face, it's pretty impressive how synchronized they can be sometimes, yet again, you suppose it just comes naturally after a decade of marriage.

"..excuse m-" "You're excused!" Satoru quickly shuts your laptop. Effectively interrupting the interviewer, almost out of fear of an impromptu change of mind from your end, you can be quite stubborn, something they're working on correcting as well.

The embarrassment doesn't get a chance to sink in before Suguru scoops you up in his arms, eager to mother you as per usual.

"You've barely eaten anything for breakfast, you must be starving.. our poor baby..."

And your brain is melting again.

Maybe another day of unemployment wouldn't kill you.