#then turn off the ramen heat and cover

[theshitpostcalligrapher]

anyone else in the eat-soup-from-the-pot gang

[11rosebunny]

Asking you to be their s/o (SAKURA, UMEMIYA)

‼️ MANGA SPOILERS FOR UMEMIYA, I RECOMMEND YOU DONT READ HIS HEADCANNON IF YOU'RE AN ANIME WATCHER, HIS SECTION DROPS LOTS OF SPOILERS!! ‼️

Haruka Sakura

He is extremely nervous when asking. He learned from the help of Suo and Hiragi that he must be the one to ask. Suo said it helps to swoon the woman even more but Hiragi simply insulted him that if you don't ask first he's a wimp.

His palms, head, hands, back was drenched with sweat. He wanted to make it perfect, well, he tried to at least.

First he took you out on a date, you weren't even aware it was because of how long you two have been going out together. He brought you to a cafe, paid for your food, you two checked out the claw machines and he even won you some plushies that you couldn't wait to get your hands on, and finally, he brought you to his house for the first time ever.

You found it a bit funny of how empty it was. He invited you to stay for dinner and now you two found yourself eating ramen on the floor, and afterwards talking about how the day went. This was when he started to get nervous, you two were at the balcony watching the sunset, it was quiet and the only sounds were either him or you speaking and the sounds of a cicada bug.

Then it got quiet.

It was getting late and you figured it was time to go, but something in the air burned the tip of your nose, you could smell something coming and you didn't dare to look back at him. The tension began to grow thicker, and the both of you knew that, it seemed like he was now too close to you, you could smell his minty aroma, and the way his breathing started to grow rapid.

Something was coming.

"...[Name]...?"

You nearly wanted to jump right off the balcony when he said your name after a long moment of silence. You hummed.

"Yeah?"

There it was again, silence. By this time, it was getting even more darker, and you took this chance to glance at him to see if he noticed, but as soon as you did, you realized he had been already staring at you when the both of you locked eye contact.

The two of you turned away in a flash, with wide eyes and heat covering your face. He knows, and you know.

"...I, I wanted to say, uh..." He began.

His eyes were darting all over the place, he has to face you, he should face you. His face then turned to yours, and he noticed you stared off into the distance nervously.

His face began to falter, and blush covered his cheeks. This time, your breathing went rugged as you tried your best to hold yourself together, otherwise you'd fold the moment you turned and looked at him. Your eyes slowly shifted towards his making him jump on spot but shook away his jitters and continued with what he was saying.

"I, I really had fun today, and um, I hope you did too," He paused looking around trying to figure out what to say. He should've prepared even more.

You hum again, "Yes?"

"And! A-and, I hope we have more dates like this..."

You shot your body towards his unexpectedly making him go even redder. Now that you two were face to face, none of you could escape this, "Dates?"

"Ahh, y-yeah?"

"As in, we're dating...?"

The image of his head nearly falling off, his eyes widened and he shuffled back caught off guard, "Y-you're, stop it!"

"What?"

"...H, I-I'm supposed to be asking..."

"Asking what...?"

"...I, ugh!"

"?"

"Will you be my girlfriend?!" His voice echoed from the impact of his shouting. You stood there in utter shock, now that his words were finally out, the two of you stared at each other as of you took a bath in lava, both your eyes were so wide that your eyeballs could fall out any second, all while looking back at each other with you breathing beating out of your chest.

"...Yes, I want to be your..." Your voice paused as his expression turned to disbelief.

"Girlfriend."

Hajime Umemiya

He's never dated anyone in his entire life. He has a reason behind that though.

Growing up alone and being raised in an orphanage for the majority of his adolescent years, he's grown accustomed of treating everyone equally as he never wants anyone to feel the way he did when he was younger.

Even so, he's rejected a few girls on his roster, and ended up friend zoning them. It was hard to get him to fall for anyone, so when he finally finds a girl that he's interested in, this is one of the many few moments he doesn't know what to do. He's stumped.

He's been good friends with you for quite some time, if not he was probably the closest person to you at Bofurin, and he made sure of that. He knew he already had an upper hand with you and chances are, you wouldn't reject him, so why is he now losing his marbles whenever the thought of him confessing to you makes him all jittery?

He asks you to meet him up at the garden like he usually does, it was one of his many sly tactics to get you to hang out with him and it worked like a charm. What the both of you didn't know, on the forecast, it was expected to rain in an hour, the clouds began to grow darker in shade, as the sun was no longer seen and before the two of you knew it, it began to rain.

It was great for the plants you two had just tender, that meant you didn't have to spend more time to water them, but this caused the both of you to hurriedly run to all the pots of veggies that were under a ceiling and drag them into the open where water would hit them. The two of you were laughing while doing so, the both of you looked absolutely insane just running in the pouring rain in hopes to water your plants. His shirt was soaked, his hair was now damp and flat unlike his natural flowing hair. You discarded your uniform since it was just you two out, the white shirt you wore was now starting to become see-through just like his, your feminine features began to show, and the shorts you wore were thigh length.

But even after getting all the plants out in the open, the two of you started to play in the rain on the roof top.

It started with you simply getting the pint of water and splashing it on his back when he was crouching down to place down the last pot. Seeing that the both of you were already drenched from head to toe, you might as well just make him even more wet since there would be no difference.

He jumped at first and whipped his head around and saw you began to run back to one of the sheds and began to collect the rain water that was falling from one of the ridges from the roof of the shed to pour it back on him. He took off his shoes because they were already filled with water, you quickly did the same thing before running off to defend yourself as you held onto the now heavy pint of water as he retrieved a metal bucket instead making you scream out laughing.

The two of you were laughing so much and screaming whenever one of you were able to splash water on each other. The rooftop floor was surrounded by water, it was amazing how much there was, which caused Umemiya to slip and fall unexpectedly as you watched him collapse backwards and hit his back harshly on the wet floor. You gasped in concern. The fall indeed looked painful and you immediately dropped the plastic pint in your hands and rushed to where he was laying down flat on the ground, he had a hand on his head and the other on his chest as his face turned into a scowl with his eyes shut closed.

"Umemiya, are you okay?!" You asked right away. You bent down and began to hear his groaning and hissing sounds and reached out an arm to check on him.

Then suddenly, the scene of the grey-haired man in pain turned into a cheeky smile as his eyes opened back up and quickly grasped the arm you held up and pulled you down to crash onto his chest.

You screamed when it happened and he only laughed manically as you began to scold him for faking his reaction.

Your arms began to try to pry his hold off, but he only gripped you tighter, "You are such faker!"

"Sorry [Name], couldn't help myself, I had to get back at you!" He defended himself. The two of you were practically wrestling each other by now. Your pleas and attempts to escape his grip staggered, it was breathtaking to use force compared with his sheer strength. So when you finally gave up, you called quits and rested your head on his chest, the both of you breathing heavily. He loosened his grip on you when he finally realized you weren't going to struggle anymore, but even so, he kept his arms around you as you listened to his heart beat.

It was slow and condemned, it was almost soothing to hear. The rain didn't seem to stop as you two laid under the grey clouds. It wasn't a cold type of rain, in fact it even felt warm. Or was it warm because he was there with you?

You shifted your head to look up at him and noticed he was now resting, enjoying the droplets of rain falling on the two of you. You smiled.

"Why do you look so happy?" You asked. He then opened his eyes to look at you. He used his arms and carried you surprisingly so you'd be face to face with him. Your face covered his from the rain as you weren't expecting to be this close to him, but here you were, practically on top of Hajime Umemiya with both your legs on each side of his torso. His hands rested on the plush of your things making your arms shake that were placed on each side of his face.

He then smiled making your expression stumbled, "Because you're here with me," He said, softly looking back into your eyes.

"I'm glad," You responded unsure where he was going with this.

This time, his breathing went staggered as his eyes flickered between your eyes and lips.

"I wish you could always be here."

The sudden words that fell out his mouth made you widen your eyes. Silence filled the both of you. You weren't expecting something so taboo from the man right in front of you. Romance seemed like it was never on his to do list at all, so when the words of his wish to be with you all the time, there's no question about what he meant. Because even you understood what he was implying.

"Umemiya?" You questioned still in shock from his reaction.

The look in his eyes drove you insane. It wasn't something you've never seen before, he looked like he needed something so bad, like it was something he needed to function for the rest of his entire life. So when he looked back at you with those damming eyes, you knew what was coming.

"Please, stay with me."

[bloodxbat]

gojo and fem reader are best friends with a heavy sexual relationship— like so bad that when Satoru sees his bestie all his blood rushes to his cock. add a lil jealousy to that to spice it up

More than friends

Satoru Gojo x Fem! Reader

Warnings: SMUT 18+, MDNI, Jealous Sex, Oral (male receiving), Choking, Dom/Sub, Bondage/Restraints

Word Count: 2,638K

Summary: Y/N and Satoru are best friends….with benefits. None of their other friends know this, so when they all go out to the mall and Geto starts flirting with Y/N, Gojo gets heated and wants to show her who she belongs to.

A/N: I LOVE THIS IDEA THANKS FOR THE REQUEST ANON!!!! Hope you enjoy :))

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It was a nice bright and sunny day in Tokyo, and it was a weekend which meant one thing. No school! Y/N, Gojo, Geto and Shoko were out on a trip to the mall for a well deserved break from school. The four had been friends since their first year at Jujitsu High, Y/N was a transfer student at the time but soon found her peace with these crazy three. 

Y/N and Shoko were leading the way, laughing at whatever they were talking about. It was good to get a bit of girl time while Gojo and Geto struggled behind carrying you and Shoko’s bags. There weren’t that many, you��re convinced they're just being dramatic. 

Gojo and Geto didn’t mind really, they were just putting it on. Part of their “cool guy” personalities you know? Gojo couldn’t concentrate on anything other than staring at you anyways, he could feel the blood rushing to his cock just from the sight of you. He had to quickly cover his crotch with the bags he was carrying, suppressing a blush. As you and Gojo had been secretly fucking behind closed doors for quite some time. Not dating, no, just fucking. Sometimes Gojo would often dream that you two were actually dating, he would love to show you off, spoil you, kiss you freely without fear of getting caught. He often wondered if you felt the same way. 

“Guys! That new ramen bar is open just down to the right!” Y/N yells back at the boys “Lets go try it!”. Ramen was always your favourite, you would eat it 3 times a day, breakfast, lunch and dinner if you could. “Yeah sure, I'm getting quite hungry myself anyways, what about you Satoru?” Geto asks, “Yeah I'm down” Gojo smiles looking straight at you. 

The four of you were sitting in the booth at the new Ramen place. Get was sitting next to you, Gojo across from you and Shoko next to him. Normally you sat next to Gojo but he decided he wanted to look at you as he ate this time round. 

“My my Y/N, not often I get to sit next to such a pretty lady such as yourself” Geto purred next to you, playfully flirting due to the change in normal seating arrangement. You almost choke on your ramen as he says this stifling a laugh clearly knowing that he was being playful. 

“I could say the same for you, sitting next to such a handsome strong man” You smirked leaning onto his shoulder. Both of you are smiling and chuckling slightly. Shoko laughed along with you as well, you knew she had a thing for Geto but at least she wasn’t jealous of your playful flirting. 

Gojo on the other hand was faking a smile as he continued to eat his ramen. He knew it was just a joke but hearing you talk that way to another man, never mind that man being Geto of all people, stuck something inside of him that made him unbelievably jealous. If his eyes weren’t such a bright blue you couldn't have sworn they would turn red with rage. Geto put his arm around you kissing you on the head laughing. This image continued to play in Gojos mind for the rest of the day. 

Once you had all finished eating your ramen til you were so full you could barely move. You all agreed it was time for you all to head back to your apartments. Geto and Shoko lived in the opposite direction as you and Gojos apartments. So half way back you both said your goodbyes to each other.

“Goodbye beautiful” Geto winked, blowing you a kiss. You pretended to catch the kiss and put it in your pocket “Bye Suguruuuu” you sang. Then you hug Shoko goodbye before turning round and beginning the silent walk home with Gojo by your side. 

Once you got back to your apartment, you were expecting to turn round to say goodbye to Gojo but instead found him following you into your home. Although you weren’t expecting this it wasn’t at all unusual for Gojo to join you in your home after a day out. So you let him follow you in without a question. 

As soon as you lock the door behind you, Gojo drops your bags (you forgot he was carrying) and pins you to the door. Your eyes widen as he does this, “Toru?” you begin to talk but Gojo cuts you off with his hand over your mouth, a whine leaving you as he does this. 

“What was that all about back there with Suguru huh? You're just gonna whore yourself out to anyone now?” He growls. 

“I-it was just for show Toru, we don’t actually feel that way for each other”

“Is that right? Seemed pretty convincing to me” He was clearly angry and hurt.

“Why do you even care, it's not like we’re dating”

“Oh i wanna change that real fucking soon darling, but first i’m gonna fuck you”

Gojo’s lips crashed down onto yours before you could even protest. The sweet taste of him coating your lips causes you to melt into the kiss. He had one hand on the back of your neck, the other on your waist as he pinned you to the door with his body. Your hands were laying on his muscular chest, gripping onto his t-shirt. 

Gojo forced his tongue into your mouth, shoving it so far down your throat you gag a little bit. That noise drives him even more crazy. You feel your knees buckle from beneath you and Gojo takes advantage of this, lifting you up easily as if you were nothing. His hands rested under your ass as your legs wrapped around his waist as you made out. 

Gojo growled and moaned into your mouth as he could feel your heat just resting over his crotch. All these noises coming from your best friend were sending you into a place you've never been before, your panties were so incredibly wet they could probably rip in half. 

The soft feeling of the bed hit your back as Gojo threw you, instantly climbing on top of you only breaking your kiss to take a breath every now and then. “Fuck Y/N, y’make me go crazy” Gojo moans onto your mouth. You could feel his hard cock through his trousers pushing down onto you, it hurt slightly due to how big he was, but it was a pain you craved when he wasn’t around. 

His touch felt like lightning against your skin as he pulled your shirt over your head, almost ripping it with desperation. Skillfully taking your bra off with one hand discarding all of your clothing onto the floor. Leaving you and only you, naked and vulnerable, just how Gojo liked you. Gojo stands up from the bed and knowing your place you stand lying down. 

“Fuck look at you” he laughs “you’re fucking beautiful you know that?” 

His sincerity almost made you tear up as you watched his bright blue eyes swim all over your naked form. 

“And you’re all fucking mine, you got that whore?” his eyes darken as his jealousy over earlier today begins to front. 

Gojo walks over to the drawer in your bedroom where you keep all of your toys. He skims the contents for a few minutes before pulling out a stretcher bar and handcuffs. The stretcher bar clips on to your ankles to keep your legs spread wide open. Gojo approaches you with the restraints smirking darkly at you. He forces your legs apart and straps you into the stretcher bar, then trails his hand up your body making you shiver before handcuffing you. You stare up at Gojo, his bright eyes glowing in the dimly lit room. 

“Who owns you?” 

“Y-you do ‘Toru” 

“Good girl” he purrs

He begins to strip from his clothes. Starting with his shirt, pulling it over his head, his muscles flexing as he does so. Gojo was fit, really fit, his abs were so defined it had you drooling. Then his trousers, he brought his fingers down to the zip and slowly pulled it down, he knew what he was doing, he was teasing you. You whine at his teasing and he chuckles in response. He drops his trousers and all that's left is his boxers, his hard cock begging to be released from behind the fabric. 

“Take them off…please” you say, squeezing your legs together trying to get some sort of friction from the sight before you.

“So impatient” he laughs

His boxers fall to the floor releasing his cock, it hits his lower stomach with a slap. You moan at the sight, the tip of his cock, red and dripping with precum. 

“Gonna be a good girl f’me and suck my cock?” 

All you can do is nod your head, not wanting to waste time on words, you needed him and you needed him now. Gojo laughs at your patheticness and walks over to the bed. He pulls you to the edge, hanging your head over the side of the bed, at the perfect height for him to shove his cock down your throat. 

“Go on, open that pretty little mouth for me” 

As soon as you do, Gojo thrusts into your mouth, slowly pushing until you take all of him. You can feel his tip hit the back of your throat and you gag. Gojo moans loudly at this, your warm mouth feels so good around him. It had been weeks since you last hooked up and you were both desperate for any type of action making you sensitive for each movement. 

“Oh my - fuck Y/N you take my cock so fucking well in that pretty mouth of yours” 

He grabs onto the sides of your head, grasping your hair slightly to help him thrust into your mouth. The wet noises of your spit covering him echoes around the room. You manage to tap Gojos leg to indicate to him that you needed air. He pulled out of you, letting go of your head. 

“Awww was that too much for you to handle, needed a breath of fresh air did you?”

You can only nod as you are gasping for air, normally you can take him no problem but the angle means you are being suffocated by his balls each time he thrust into you fully. Gojo flipped you back round onto the bed properly and climbed on top of you. He quickly smashed his lips against yours, he could taste himself on your tongue. The vibrations from his groans shaking through your whole body. Complete euphoria is what you were feeling, it felt like you were on cloud nine. 

“M’gonna fuck you now, m’gonna fuck you til you can’t even think straight, teach you a lesson” he growled into your ear sending shivers down your spine. 

Gojo pulls at your thighs, his fingers digging into your skin most likely leaving bruises, bruises that would show others who you belong to. He swipes the tip of his cock through your folds, lubing himself up before he slams into your hole. 

“Nhhhhgg FUCK TORU” 

You weren’t expecting him to be so rough, he’s normally always so gentle…….you liked it. His cock moulded perfectly with your insides, it was like you were made for him. Gojo was big, very big and with just how rough he was benign you could already tell he was bruising your cervix, walking would definitely be a challenge tomorrow. 

Your mind was so foggy as he pounded into you, it was hard to think of anything other than him. Your eyes rolling into the back of your head now and then, almost dipping out of consciousness with Gojos hand round your throat, pressing at just the right pressure. One of Gojo’s favourite sights was his hand round your throat. He could see that you were unable to think straight, he was fucking the thoughts out of you and he loved it. He loved how much dominance he had over you and how you just fully submitted and let him use you. 

“Not thinking about him are you huh? It’s not his cock deep inside of you is it?” 

He really was jealous of you and Geto flirting earlier. Even though you and Gojo weren’t officially dating, you could see it in his eyes at the ramen restaurant and now you could feel it with how he was fucking you. If this is how he reacted to you flirting with other guys then you need to start doing it more often.

“From this day forward you’re my fuck toy and only mine. Got it?” he growled, not even slowing his pace. 

“Y-yes T-toru, on-ly yours OH MY GOD” you screamed the last part as you felt his thumb start to draw circles on your clit, stimulating you fully pushing you closer and closer to an orgasm. The pure overstimulation from touch and the fact that you were completely helpless under him, unable to move any of your body was sending you over the edge. 

“Mmmmnnghh fuck, s’fucking tight just f’me, can feel you getting closer. You gonna cum?”

“Ye-s yes m’gonna cum please let me cum” you begged, which was music to Gojo’s ears. 

“Go on then, cum for me, cum all over my cock before I fill you up” 

It didn’t take long after his words before you reached your orgasm and came, squirting all over him, soaking his lower body and the bed beneath you. You really should’ve put a towel down. 

The feeling of your pussy pulsing as you came also sent Gojo over the edge, with a loud groan, his body tightened as he released all of his cum inside of you coating your pussy. 

He slowed right down riding out both of your highs slowly and gently, before coming to a complete stop. He collapsed on top of you, both of your breathing so heavy no words were exchanged for a good few minutes. 

After a while, Gojo rolls off of you, breaks you free from the restraints and lies down beside you, laying on his arm and eyes closed. 

“That felt so good” he breathed

“Are you really that jealous of me and Suguru FAKE flirting?” you asked cocking your head to the side to look at him. Gojos eyes opened to meet yours. He had been battling the fact that he had absolutely fallen in love with you over the time that you have been hooking up. He was dreadfully terrified of confessing incase he lost you completely. 

“I- uhm” he started and propped himself up on his hand. 

“I have a confession…..a few weeks into us starting to hook up here and there, I- uhh- I began to develop feelings for you” He was avoiding eye contact scared in case he was met with not only rejection but a lost friendship.

Your eyes opened wide, you  couldn't believe it, Gojo had actually developed feelings for you?. This whole time you were absolutely in love with your best friend and finally he admitted that he too felt the same way. It felt like you were dreaming again. 

Panicked by your long silence, Gojo spoke again.

“Y/N i’m sorry if i’ve ruined everything I just hmmmppff” 

You cut him off with crashing your lips onto his, your hands resting on his sweating muscled chest. A smile spread right across your mouth. Gojo melted into your kiss, his heartbeat slowing down the anxiety leaving his body as he got your message. 

Glad that you both felt the same way you both fell asleep wrapped up in each other's arms. Smiles permanently spread across your faces. You were finally his and he was finally yours. 

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[lina-linny]

summary: Your boyfriend Minho comes home after a busy week and just wants to relax.

words: 0,8k

genre: fluff

"Ok im not letting you cook ever again."It was the first sentence your boyfriend uttered after entering your shared apartment.

You had offered to cook for him despite your lack of cooking skills. Minho had had a stressful week. From photo shoot to video shoot to dance practice to interviews. He hadn't had much time to relax so you had thought about taking at least a little stress off him. You had cleaned the whole apartment, fed and bathed the cats and last but not least you wanted to cook dinner for him.

Even though it was a bit late, you knew that minho hadn't eaten yet. So you sent your boyfriend a message about two hours ago and asked what he would like for dinner. His crative reply "I don't care" didn't really help you. So you decided to go off on your own, go to the supermarket and pick out everything for his favorite meal.

It already started badly, as it was quite late and half of the ingredients you needed were already sold out. But instead of seeing this as a sign to simply go with ramen or take out, you decide to improvise. What could possibly go wrong?

Quite a lot, as it turned out. Because that's how you ended up here. In the large kitchen of your apartment. There were ingredients and bowls everywhere. Everything was dirty, including you, and the ingredients that had ended up in the cooking pot were burned.

You were on the verge of tears when you heard the door open. Which could only mean that your boyfriend was home. Minho came into the kitchen after some time and snorted when he saw you standing there in such despair.

"Ok im not letting you cook ever again Jagiya." You just glared at him. He came over to you and ran his hand over your hair to remove what you thought was a little flour. A long, blessed sigh escaped you and you wrapped your arms around Minho's torso. He buried his face in your hair, laughing.

"I'm sorry," you mumbled against his neck.

"I just wanted to cook something for you because your week has been so stressful..." he laughed softly at your apologies.

"You're sweet... What do you say I order us dinner, clean up your mess and you take a shower in the meantime?" You just nod, but don't move, not yet ready to give up your boyfriend's body heat.

He breaks away from you and starts to order food for the two of you on his cell phone.

"Thank you for trying... with the cooking Jagiya." He doesn't look up from his cell phone. Not even when he adds:

"But please do me a favor and never touch our kitchen again. Especially not with the intention of cooking something, otherwise you'll probably burn down the building." He laughs lightly as your lips curl into a pout.

"I hate you, Minho." You grumble and head to the bathroom, where you take a much-needed shower while your boyfriend cleans up your kitchen grinningto himself.

Just as you finish, you hear Minho taking the food delivery. Exhausted, you plop down on one of the chairs at the dining table and wait until minho places two plates of food in front of you. One for you and one for him. He sits down opposite you and pulls his plate towards him, which contains a little less food than yours.

Sometimes it's hard for minho to show or express what a person means to him and little things like that have always been proof that he cares about you. You smile as Minho immediately starts shoveling the food into himself.

"Does it taste good?"

"Yes," he replies curtly and goes back to eating. You start eating too and you both enjoy the silence that has settled over your apartment. After dinner, you get ready for bed, still in silence, until you and your boyfriend finally slip under the covers.

You lie quietly and relaxed next to each other and are almost caught up in a dream when you feel your boyfriend wrap his arms around you.

"Thank you for always taking such good care of me and the cats." He whispers in your ear as he snuggles closer to you.

"And that you tried to cook... I really appreciate it all. I don't know what I would do without you." You turn into his embrace so that you can wrap your arms around him and that's enough for an answer. No words needed between you and Minho. Because you both know how deeply you care for each other.

You hear his breathing become more even and feel yourself relax more and more. The two of you snuggle together, nourished by each other's body heat, and soon drift off to sleep.

[revasserium]

burn

umemiya hajime; 3,307 words; mostly fluff, tiny bit of angst, young/freshman!umemiya, pre-canon events, lapslock, no "y/n", librarian!reader, childhood friends to lovers, vague ref to ch. 152, ume is a dumbdumb

summary: "it's a pleasure to burn" - ray bradbury, fahrenheit 451

a/n: am i writing umemiya now? who knows. this takes place 2 years before wbk manga events (the first year ume&co are in boufuurin) so pls excuse the slightly ooc ume...

001. the art of war

the library is entirely your idea.

“mah… you’d have to be the one to keep track of all the books though,” umemiya says, grinning as he watches you stock the shelves, your hair twisted up into a messy bun, your arm straining to reach the top-most shelf with a bundle of paperbacks with fraying covers and broken-in spines.

“of course i would! it’s not like there’s anyone else here i’d trust with that.” you turn to fix him with a stare that is already too “librarian-like” and he laughs, leaning back in his chair with a satisfied sigh.

“okay then, consider me your first patron! gimme something to read,” umemiya says, smiling wide as you narrow your eyes. your lips twitch up at the ends — it’s a familiar movement, an unconscious gesture, but one that’s plagued his all sleepless nights and most of his endless days.

“well…” you say, drawing out the word as you slowly saunter towards him, propping your hands on your hips as you pull level with the table in front of him, “what do you want to read?”

“anything you’d wanna lend me,” he says easily.

“boo, that’s such a boring answer,” you shoot back, shifting to press your hip against the edge of the table, crossing your arms as you turn to look back at the half-erected shelves.

you don’t see the way umemiya’s eyes flicker down to the bend of your waist, or the way he licks his lips as he tracks the plush of your thigh as you move to hoist yourself onto the desk, balancing on the edge.

he swallows, clearing his throat, trying not to think about the strange, burgeoning signs of growing up pestering you both at this vital juncture (just last week, his voice had cracked so hard you’d laughed at him for a whole hour straight; and the week before that, he’d almost rammed into a telephone poll watching you jog down the flight of stairs that leads to your tiny apartment).

“then maybe reading a few books will make me not so boring, hm?”

you roll your eyes, hopping off the table to comb through the handful of books. umemiya lets out an internal sigh of relief, feeling the heat in his cheeks recede ever so slightly as you disappear behind one of the taller shelves.

“here. let’s start with this.”

you pop out from behind the shelf, lobbing a thin volume towards him; he catches it out of reflex and stares at the cover.

“the art of war…?”

you grin, all cheek and no shame, “yeah. i mean… fits, doesn’t it? aren’t you starting at boufuurin next week?” you blink before turning back to look around at the small, abandoned storage facility, tucked between a ramen shop and what used to be a dollar store. there’s half a dozen dusty shelves, a few cabinets along the walls, and even a small stepladder that touma had dug out of the back closet for you.

at fifteen, you’re probably the smartest person he knows (and the prettiest, but that’s neither here nor there); at fifteen, umemiya hajime is an iron-wrought confluence of teenage ambition with big ideas and even bigger dreams (who doesn’t have time for things like crushes or girls… really).

“yeah,” umemiya runs a finger along the cover of the little book and flips to a random page, his eyes catching on the line —

the greatest victory is that which requires no battle at all.

002. pedro reyes

three weeks later, he stumbles back with two black eyes and a matching pair of bleeding knuckles.

“that book you lent me?” he says, dropping into a chair with a groan, “kinda bullshit.”

you make a half-startled, half-annoyed noise as you hurry over, setting down an armful of magazines to lean over and look at his face.

“what the hell happened?”

umemiya winces as you reach out to wipe a trickle of blood from his cheek.

“couple of fights — tough ones, but… well, i’m still here, aren’t i?” he says, managing a lopsided grin even as you tut, hurrying away to grab a first aid kit, returning with a warm, wet cloth and a scowl on your face.

“i thought you had a plan,” you say, unable to keep the acid from your voice.

umemiya groans as you press the damp cloth to his bloodied fingers, watching as you wipe each one down, the shocking white of the towel slowly darkening until it’s stained and blotchy with red.

“yeah. i did — punch everyone out till i get to the top.”

you tsk, frown deepening even as he shifts forward to let you wipe at the wounds on his face.

“pretty sure that’s not what sun tzu suggests,” you say, dabbing some kind of cooling gel to a cut right below his eye.

“sun tzu’s never had to deal with the guys at boufuurin.”

you roll your eyes, sighing before pulling back, “there’s an article i read today —” you jerk your head back towards the stack of magazines, “about an artist in mexico.”

“yeah?”

umemiya closes his eyes and lets you do the slow, diligent work of bandaging up his knuckles, one by one.

“he took a bunch of illegal weapons the government had confiscated and melted them down — pistols, knives, shotguns — and made them into musical instruments instead.”

the quiet that follows is thick and steady as churned butter. you don’t look up, your eyes still trained on the careful task of bandaging umemiya’s fingers.

he shifts, pulling closer, his breath fanning out warm against your cheek.

“do you know how hot a fire has to be in order to melt metal?” you ask after another brief silence, finally lifting your eyes as you finish with his hands.

umemiya cocks an eyebrow, “how hot?”

“about 2,700 degrees, fahrenheit.”

umemiya whistles below his breath, “sounds hot.”

“it is. at that temperature, you can apparently force a weapon to forget that it’s a weapon, to remake it into something new — something that wasn’t made to take lives… but to give it instead.”

you wrap your fingers around his, your skin contrasted against the dark blossom of bruises.

umemiya feels his smile slash into something jagged, lopsided and sharp.

“then… i guess that’s how hot i’ll have to burn to turn this whole place around.”

003. grey’s anatomy

looking back, umemiya wonders if that’s the night he changed — the night that you’d held onto his hands as if they were something precious.

he looks up the melting point of metal and the story of the artist in mexico. he thinks about what it must feel like to turn a pistol into a flute, to be the one to teach it to hold a note instead of a bullet —

he stares down at his bandaged hands, feels the dull ache in his muscles and wonders.

once, he remembers when the pair of you were still kids, hollow and lonely and full of a childish rage at the indifferent world — how you’d laughed as he pushed you on a neighborhood swing, but cried when he knocked a guy’s front teeth our for asking where your parents were.

and a week later, he’d found you hidden under the jungle gym with a tomb of a book clutched in your hands. the air had been damp with thunder, the sky grey and electric.

you’d looked up at him with bright eyes, holding out a closed fist —

“ume! did you know that the human heart is the same size as a fist?”

he remembers crawling under the jungle gym to squeeze in beside you, elbow to elbow, hip to hip, peering at the opened book, at the page with a diagram of the human body an all it’s labeled parts.

“oh, cool.”

he’d held up his own fist then, and stared, feeling the beat of his heart reverberating through his chest. he wonders if you can hear it when you’re pressed this close; he wonders, if the sky weren’t breaking apart above you, if he’d be able to hear your heartbeats too.

“isn’t it strange?” you’d asked, leaning over to bump your fist against his.

“what’s strange?” he hadn’t pulled away; neither had you.

your hand relaxes then, fingers loosening till he can see the blood rush back into their tips, tinting them pink. you’d turned your hand and placed it over his still-closed one and squeezed.

“that… a heart and a fist are the same size but… they weren’t made to beat the same.”

004. romeo & juliet

“he loves you, y’know.”

you look up from the makeshift front desk.

tsubaki is sitting with their legs crossed on one of the tables, arms propped on either side of their hips.

“library’s not open for another few days,” you say by way of an answer.

“it’s nice,” tsubaki says, looking around, “you did a good job with it.”

“thanks.”

they hop off the table to peer down one of the aisles of books — all the shelves now labeled with your loopy handwriting, the books clustered by a loose combination of genre, authorship, and spine-coloration.

“it’ll be good for us,” tsubaki’s voice is slightly muted by the layers and layers of books, but the click of their heeled boots rings sharp against the smooth linoleum floors, “having a library — the pen being mightier than the sword, and all.”

they’re smiling when they finally come back around the last row, fingers linked behind their back.

“that’s the hope, anyway,” you say, lips pulling into a wane smile.

you glance up and your eyes catch on the bandage at the edge of tsubaki’s lips, the dark stain at the collar of their otherwise impeccable uniform.

sighing, you run a hand along a yet-unsorted stack of books, shaking your head.

“we’re too young to know anything about love,” you answer, finally.

tsubaki joins you, bending down to pick up the first book at the top of the pile, waving it in the air with a rueful grin.

“i think romeo & juliet would beg to differ.”

you bite your lips, “you know that’s a tragedy, right?”

tsubaki shrugs, “sure, but… wasn’t it beautiful while it lasted anyway?”

you don’t have an answer, and instead, tsubaki giggles, tapping the top of your head with the book.

“can i borrow this? i promise i’ll return it!”

you wave them away with a soft smile.

“that’s kind of how a library works.”

005. fight club

“how long have you been here?”

you jerk up, your entire body screaming with the movement after having been still for so long.

“ume —! you’re awake!” you nearly collapse by the hospital bedside, dropping your head into the pristine white sheets.

above you, umemiya makes a choked off sound somewhere between a cough and a laugh, his hand coming up to pat your head. you melt into the feel of him, the weight and warmth of his fingers as he treads them through your hair.

“where’s —”

“they left — all of them,” you say, lifting your head slowly, “takishii and endo and… all of them.”

umemiya frowns, his hand stilling for a second, “what do you mean?”

you shrug, pulling back till you’re curled up in the bedside seat once more, tugging your knees up into your chest.

“after the fight, they just… picked up and left.”

“so… i lost,” umemiya’s voice is soft.

you shake your head, “no.”

he frowns, “but that’s —”

“you knocked each other out at the same time — it was technically —” your voice snags in your throat as you remember the grizzly scene before you, the crimson sprays of blood, the dirt damp beneath them, their uniforms torn into dark ribbons, the rooftop howling with a savage, winter wind.

“a tie,” umemiya says in a flatlined voice, reaching up and covering his eyes with his arm.

“right.”

you clear your throat, reaching for the tall glass of water on the bedside table.

“here — drink,” you hold the water out to him. he takes it wordlessly and drains nearly the entire glass. you watch, silent, as a drop of liquid trails down his jaw and trickles into the bandages at this throat.

your eyes cut away as he grins, smacking his lips and setting the water glass down.

“ah — that feels much better!”

you’re quiet, sitting vulturine still, refusing to meet his gaze.

umemiya finally slumps back to stare at the ceiling.

“you’re mad at me.”

“i’m not.”

“we’e known each other our whole lives, i know when you’re mad —”

“i’m scared, okay?” there’s a thin, unsteady quiver to the tenor of your voice as your head snaps back up. it’s then that he notices your fingers curled into fists at your sides.

“s-scared? of what? takiishi and endo are gone — you said so your—”

“of you!”

umemiya blinks and feels the blood in his extremities going cold, and for a second, he’s not sure if he accidentally dislodged his iv drip.

the look on your face is inscrutable, anger and uncertainty, but most of all — fear. something about that look makes his stomach curdle inside him.

“i —” he tries to find something to say but nothing else comes out. there’s no excuse, no explanation. he searches you eyes for a tether, for a spark of that familiar warmth and finds none.

slowly, you soften back into the seat and turn to stare out the window.

“it’s not like i’ve never seen you fight… and i’ve never liked it but this…” you bite down on your bottom lip, “it was like… you turned into someone else. someone i didn’t recognize.”

“i’m… i’m sorry.”

you swallow, still not looking at him, your eyes flickering down to your own hands, now lying limply in your lap.

“and then i thought — what if i did this? i — i had to go and make that stupid metaphor about the metal and the melting and —”

at this, umemiya laughs, reaching out to tug you closer. the ease with which he does so startles a hiccup out of you.

“you don’t really think i went and fought like that because of an article about a dude in mexico, do you?”

you purse your lips, cheeks going blotchy with heat. umemiya reaches forward to squeeze your nose, making you jerk back.

“dummy,” he chides, grinning now from ear to ear, but his smile falters slightly as he takes your hands in his, “i’m sorry that i scared you. promise i won’t do it again.”

“hn.” you don’t make to pull away, and umemiya takes that as permission to tug you into his chest, wrapping both arms around you. he buries his face in your hair and breathes in, out, in —

“hm… you really think you have that much power over me?” umemiya asks, a wanton sort of amusement underlying his voice as he finally lets you go, if only to revel in the way your cheeks flood with color.

“shut up! i was — i was freaked out and you were unconscious and i —”

“cause you do.”

your words cut off as abruptly as a dropped call.

umemiya chuckles, scratching at the back of his head, ruffling up his already pillow-mussed hair.

“been meaning to tell you but… i figured you already knew — “ and for once, he sounds his age — young and halting and shy.

after a breath that feels like a century, you finally break into a helpless fit of laughter.

“i can’t believe it…” you say, burying your face in your hands.

“can’t… believe what?” umemiya blinks at you.

“that it took you nearly dying for you to admit that you liked me.”

“hey! in case you haven’t noticed, i’ve been kinda busy this year!”

you roll your eyes, “yeah, yeah — had to go save the world first. then you get to kiss the girl, right? end movie, roll credits.”

umemiya cocks his head, “well, i dunno about the world but definitely — wait, what did you say about kissing me?”

you crinkle your nose, “i didn’t.”

“yeah you did.”

“i did not — i was just making a general statement about cliches in superhero movies —”

“oh, so you think i’m a superhero?”

“ume! stop it — mph!”

later, umemiya would recall fondly to anyone who will listen that yeah, he does get to kiss the girl after all.

006. fahrenheit 451

“451,” you say, standing at the door of the newly minted makochi library.

it’s dark outside, and umemiya stands by your side, stretching his arms over his head with a wide yawn.

“huh?”

“451 degrees,” you say again, turning to press a small silver lighter into his hands. he stares owlishly at it before looking back at you, clearly at a loss.

“that’s how hot it has to be for paper to catch fire.”

umemiya stares.

“i was thinking,” you say, turning back to the dark, but pristine library.

“uh-oh — oof — ow!” umemiya makes a show of clutching his side as you jerk your elbow back for another blow. he dodges out of your way with a dopey grin.

you sigh, turning back to the library, “but i was thinking that… there’s gotta be a better way — an easier way, right?”

this time, he stays quiet to let you speak.

“because yeah, it’d be nice to melt all the weapons in the world and turn them all into nicer things but… there’s a better way to do things.”

“yeah? and what’s that?” umemiya turns the lighter around and around in his palm.

you turn and head for the door, locking it behind you. the moonlight washes your skin in a ghostly silver as you turn to face him.

“we rewrite the story,” you say.

umemiya flicks on the lighter and lets the fire dance between them. his breath catches on the liquid gold in your eyes.

“is… that even possible?” he asks.

you reach out a steady hand, letting the tips of your fingers barely skim over the shifting flame.

“sure it is. all of human history is just a story written by the victors. and… 451 degrees isn’t nearly as hot as 2,700.”

umemiya smiles then, letting the lid of the lighter click shut. the fire snuffs out, leaving only a thin trail of spiraling smoke behind.

“sounds a lot more reasonable, too. much less scary,” he says.

you laugh, turning towards the main street. he watches you go for a second before pocketing the lighter and making to catch up. when he levels himself with you, he reaches out to take your hand.

“fires don’t have to be scary,” you say, giving his hand a quick squeeze, “for most of human history… it’s brought people together — over a hot meal or a good story. a lot of the time… it’s the only reason we get to survive.”

umemiya pulls you in to loop his arm around your shoulder.

“hm. i like the sound of that way, way better.”

bonus:

“so… just makin’ sure — you don’t want me to burn down the new library you spent all this time setting up, right?”

“no you dumbass! it was just a metaphor.”

“oh. right — yeah, a metaphor, duh.”

[somanyratsinthewalls]

Congrats on 700!!!! You absolutely deserve it!!!!!

I'd eat up anything eggshell, but can I get bat please 👉👈

HI FRIEND thanks for requesting! This is only my second or third time ever writing Killer sooooo I'm still getting into it, but I tried my best!

Pairing: Massacre Soldier Killer x Female Reader

Prompt/Trope: Exhibitionism

Summary: You opt to join Killer on an exploration trip instead of drinking with the rest of the crew. It takes some convincing, but Killer decides to loosen up a bit.

MINORS DNI!!!

WC: 2100

TWs: voyeurism, non con voyeurism but they're all open about it, unprotected sex, p in v sec, size difference ah!!!! steamy hot spring onsen sex, killer keeps his mask on sorry yall I'm feeling canony

Take a Dip (+18)

— — 

You sit at the kitchen table flipping through your old pile of gossip magazines for what seemed like the billionth time. You had your head in your hand while you finished up reading “Hottest Ramen Spots on the Grand Line” for the 5th time. You let out a long sigh. 

Killer, who was cleaning out the refrigerator across the room from you, picked his head up and turned in your direction. 

“What plagues you, tiny thing?” Killer stands up straight and wipes his hands off with the dish cloth that was slung over his shoulder. 

“I’m so fucking BORED!” You slam your magazine closed and toss it haphazardly towards the end of the table. Kid promised you would make land today, which delighted you to no end. It had been weeks on this stuffy ship and you were excited to get off and stretch your legs for a bit. You had gotten ready to go early in the morning, basically skipping through the Victoria Punk’s hallways as you made sure you had everything you needed for an excursion. 

That was until Kid decided the safest thing to do would be to head to the town after nightfall. He thought the crew would attract less attention if they arrived under cover of darkness. 

“But I want to go now!” You whined in protest. 

“And I want to be King of the Pirates!” Kid had shouted back at you. “Sometimes things don’t go your way!” 

And this was how you ended up slumped at the kitchen table nursing a warm, half drank beer while going through trashy magazines. 

“The sun’s gone down already, I’m sure we will get off soon.” Killer begins wiping off the kitchen counters with disinfectant. 

“I can only read ‘6 Vibrators You Need to Buy RIGHT NOW’ so many times before I stick my head in Victoria’s coal engine.” You sigh. 

“Hmmm… can you order those straight from the magazine, or..? Because you’re a bit cranky, I guess I could get you an early Christmas gift. ” Killer says as he continues meticulously cleaning his kitchen. You can hear a smile in his voice, he must have a cheeky grin on his face underneath that damn mask. 

“Yeah yeah yeah okay whatever.” You roll your eyes. You feel your cheeks heat up a bit, so you turn your body away from Killer to hide your blush. You grab another magazine to further disguise your flushed expression. 

The galley door was kicked open and you whipped your body around. Killer turned around from his place at the sink, hanging up a pair of rubber gloves. 

A heavy thud of combat boots and a flurry of red hair had burst into the kitchen.

“Let’s go, assholes!” Kid grinned at the two of you before retreating to the deck. 

— —

The Kid Pirates strolled through the quiet, gas lamp lit streets of this remote town, Kid leading the way, no doubt towards whatever bar was still open. It was easy top spot, being the only business with their lights on and a hot pink neon sign blaring in the foggy window. It seemed this sleepy little town was so small that the main square seemed to only consist of a few buildings. 

There was a pub, a butcher, a general store, and few other essential businesses, along with an old school Onsen hot spring further up the road a bit on a grassy hill. Kid holds the pub door open for the rest of you but you noticed Killer staying back. You’re about to enter the bar but you turn around to shout at Killer who was still in the road. 

“You’re not coming?” You question.

“Yeah come on, loser, let’s get fucking drunk!” Kid shouts from above you, still holding the door. 

“Not tonight. I want to see if anything else is open. We could use some supplies.” Killer holds his ground and starts walking up the road. 

“Wait for me!” You call out and duck under Kid’s giant metal arm to hustle up to Killer in the road. 

“Oh come on, y/n! You’re my good time girl!” Kid pouts at you. 

“I’m sure there’s plenty of girls looking for a good time in there!” You give Kid a sarcastic smile and a wave as you jog down the cobblestone road. 

You finally reach Killer and keep your pace quick to match his… his legs were much longer than yours. You walk together in silence for a few minutes, nothing heard but the clicking of your boots on the road and the dull hum of grasshoppers. 

“Why did you want to come?” Killer eventually asks you. 

“I dunno. We sit and drink all the time, I’d rather do something different while we’re out.” You say as you watch your feet, trying not to trip over the craggy road beneath you. 

“I see.” Killer states plainly. 

You walk without saying anything for awhile again as the two of you reach the top of the hill. The onsen comes into view. You see the hot springs gently cascading down from one azure pool to another, steam radiating heavily out of the pool to dance upwards into the crisp air. 

“Oh, Kil! Come on!” You break off from Killer and run towards the pools. 

“Y/n, they aren’t open.” Killer waits in the road. 

“Okay? And we’re pirates? Who cares? Come on! Come get in with me!” You say as you skip over to a particularly large, stone pool and kick off your boots. 

Realizing you weren’t going to be swayed, Killer grunts in frustration and heads over to where you were undressing. 

“You realize anyone can see you like this out here?” Killer reminds you, not taking anything off himself, just watching you. 

“And? God, Kil you’re really being a buzzkill tonight.” You rip your shirt over your head, leaving you in your jeans and your bra. “It’s almost like you’re going soft…” You tease as you unhook your bra and toss it to the side. Your naked breasts bounce freely and you didn’t need to see through Killer’s mask to know exactly where he was looking. 

Killer lets out a long sigh. He then rips his blue t-shirt over his head, your eyebrows raising as his golden, washboard abs and pecs are exposed to you. You quickly strip off your jeans and panties and step into the pool. 

“Ohhh…” You groan as you sink further into the relaxing, hot waters. You felt your tired muscles release and the grit and grime of the sea melt off your skin. You hear movement in the water behind you and you turn around to see Killer already in up to his waist. You pout at him playfully, as you didn’t get to see him fully nude before he got in. 

“Happy now?” Killer chided as he stalked towards you at the other end of the hot spring. He slowly gets closer and closer to you. 

“Hmmm…. Almost…” You bite your lip and look up at the blonde’s hulking form that was now right in front of you. 

“Oh? And what would make you happy, tiny thing?” Killer asks as he brings his left hand to gently play with your hair. He was standing and you were sunk down into the pool… your face was so close to his hard cock, bobbing just under the surface of the water.. he could have pushed your mouth on it in a second…

You hop up and sit yourself on the stone edge of the pool and spread your legs, presenting yourself to Killer. 

“I want you to fuck me, Kil.” You reach your hand down and spread your lips with two fingers, showing Killer exactly where you wanted him and how badly. Killer takes a split second to decide what he was going to do before pouncing on you entirely. He pulls your head into his chest and uses his other hand to line his throbbing cock up with your hole. 

“You want this, little one?” You feel it rumble through Killer’s chest. 

“Please…” You whisper out. 

Killer hikes you up fully into his embrace. Your wrap your arms around his neck and lean your forehead into his mask. Killer sinks you down onto his cock swiftly, plunging it into you in one smooth thrust, holding you up with your knees over his forearms as he impaled you on his member. 

“Aaah… fuck!” You cry out and throw your head back as you feel yourself being stretched so deeply. Killer grunted as he gripped your ass cheeks even harder to toss you up and down on his giant cock as he stood in the hot spring. 

You tangle your hands in Killer’s long blonde hair spilling out from behind his mask. He gave you an extra hard thrust in response which made you yelp. 

“Such a tight little thing…” Killer huffs out to you as he pumped his hips upward into you at an unrelenting pace. “Must have needed this bad, huh?”

“Y-y-es! F-fuckk so g-good!” You slam your eyes shut and you can barely get out coherent words with how fast Killer was slamming into your cunt. Suddenly you were spun around and felt yourself being lowered on your back onto the stones lining the hot spring. Killer ripped your legs apart by your knees and moved to stand between them, tapping his weeping tip on your clit teasingly. 

The hand that wasn’t teasing his cock against your sex was reaching up to grab at one of your breasts harshly. You start to moan under his touch when he abruptly slams his cock into you to the hilt again without warning. You yelp. 

“AH!” 

“Quiet, sweet girl… you don’t want the whole town to hear you like this, right?” Killer coos down at you as he thrusts into your messy pussy from above. 

“Ahh- K-kil! I-I’m close!” You feel your muscles squeeze and that familiar tingling in your lower half starts to reach its peak. This only increases the speed of Killer’s thrusts. 

“FUCK!” You ignore Killer’s warning and you let out a loud moan to the starry sky as your orgasm hits you. 

“That’s a good girl…” Killer pulls his cock out of your hole as he feels you finally stop spasming around his shaft. He steps forward to stroke himself quickly over your flushed body. Your eyes had hardly returned from the back of your head when you felt hot ropes of cum splatter against your chest and abdomen. 

After a few seconds of catching his breath, Killer scoops up your body from the cool stone and places you gently on his lap as he sinks the two of you into the hot spring. You feel the hard nuzzle of his mask against your forehead as he gently wipes the cum off your chest under the water. 

*clap* 

You pick your head up from Killer’s chest. 

*clap* …. *clap* …. *clap*

“What the fuck is that?” You say as your eyes scan the area. 

*clap clap clap clap clap* 

“Bravo!”

*wolf whistle*

*clapping continues*

“Nice show, kids!” You finally were able to pinpoint the unknown speaker. 

You were all but mortified as you see Kid, Heat, and Wire all hanging drunkenly off the wooden fence to the Onsen. 

“What the fuck! How long were you there- Kid… are you eating??” You shout as you cover your breasts instinctively, Killer’s protective hand coming up to replace it yours. 

“Yeah-“ Kid shoves another handful of chips into his mouth. “I didn’t think we’d come across something as interesting as you guys fucking in the hot spring, so I brought a snack.” 

“Yeah and honestly the chewing was really distracting.” Heat chimed in. “You should really close your mouth, dude.” 

“What? So you can perv-out over your crew members some more?” Kid spat back. 

“Captain, you were the one who suggested we ‘stay to catch the end.’” Wire adds. "Nice choice with the cum shot, by the way. I'd have done the tits too."

“I NEVER SAID THA-“ Kid spouts off but Killer interrupts him. 

“If you’re finished arguing, the show is over.” 

You feel Killer’s grip on your naked body tighten. 

The trio turns tail and continues squabbling with each other as they stumble back to the Victoria Punk. You can’t help but giggle a bit. 

“What’s so funny, little one?” Killer whispers into your ear. 

“Your jealousy is showing, Kil.” You laugh as you lay your head back against Killer’s bicep. You bring your hand up to hold his mask. “You know I’m yours.” 

“I know.” Killer says softly as he strokes your back. “I just think we should charge them to watch next time.” 

[billythesimp]

Hi hello i hope you're having a wonderful day 💗💗💗

If its alright i would like to request some headcannons for the underrated Ben bigger. Something like how the domestic life between him and his spouse would be, how he would treat his partner

Like imagine him and you just snuggle after a long day, his favourite dish still being cook on the stove, left forgotten bc Ben is the priority rn

( reader can be fem or gn, i'll let you decide )

Again, i hope you have a wonderful day.💗💗💗

[SLAMMING MY FIST INTO THE WOODEN DESK]

WE FUCKEN LOVE BEN BIGGER-

[FUCKEN DIES]

Bear with Me, Love

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎…

After being disciplined by Butterboo for the loud outburst, I can calmly say that we support all Ben Bigger love in this household. I'm happy to see our friendly grizzly getting the attention he deserves!

Ben x fem!reader

𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡…⋙

tw: complete fluff

✦ Can you imagine how cute it would be for Ben to have this tiny house wife, someone half his size that when you compare the two side by side you can’t help but wonder- How did they end up together? I like to imagine that to the outside view you have Ben, a big gruff guy who looks scary and has this glare to him that makes people shiver at first glance. And there you have Ben when his wife calls for him, his eye getting a small sparkle as he gently turns to them and asks what he can help them with, ears twitching as they hand him some bags of groceries or reach out to hold his hand. HE WOULD LOVE HIS WIFE, SUCH A SWEETHEART.

✦ Coming home from work, he would yell out for his wife, waiting until they come pattering down the hall to give him a huge hug, one that has him picking them up with a twirl and caring them to the sofa. She peppers kisses on his face and scared face, brushing his fur back and picking out the small gravel and dust from his paws. He is all sparkles and blush as he’s in pure bliss in his wife's presence. Becoming a mindless drone as they order him to take a long, warm shower to clean up before dinner, taking his jacket and hanging it up as it wasn’t that dirty. He can’t wait to relax after a days work, wife in hands as he tells them about his day, her hands working on drying his fur off with his towel the way he likes it.

✦ She loves having her big boy well taken care of and so makes an effort to make him his favorites in larger portions. Always offering him seconds which he won’t refuse due to his large appetite. Though he has mentioned that he does feel guilty as he seems to be growing too large and needs to cut back from time to time to help keep his fit. Her response; She doesn’t care that he’s getting a little more chubby, if anything she’d feign innocent as to how he’s been gaining weight so fast all the while serving him a rather large bowl of homemade ramen. But if he makes a special request for dinner or lunch, she’ll listen because she still loves Ben and cares about his wants. His lunches are often made cutely, with little pins and adorable faces of seaweed, Koleda and Grace have often spoken about how jealous they are of his wife’s cooking. If she knew Ben’s friends loved her little bento’s she would 100% make them for them as well. Maybe even come by herself to hand deliver them and get an excuse to see her hubby at work.

✦ Best cuddler in the colder climates, Ben is a walking heat source so he will always be the bigger spoon with his little wife. Though due to his size they compromise cuddling and sleeping habits to having her lay on his stomach and curl up around him. He always falls asleep with a smile from her touches fluttering around his chest and arms, an angel in his arms. You both don’t need to sleep in covers since he’s already warm as it is. Waking up is a process though, in order to make breakfast and his lunch for work, she does have to fight to escape his bear hug on her. That and sometimes the claw marks from how tight he holds her in his sleep.

✦ Due to Ben’s limited sight, he often loses things easily so while she will hand him his glasses to better see for a while, she’s always tasking herself to finding what it is he is looking for at home. The smile he gets when she hands him a pencil/ his newspaper/ records for work that he almost left behind, what he would be without his wife. Her reward, a grizzly kiss that leaves her giggling at how ticklish it is. Ben probably would have been in trouble at work had he not had his wife reminding him of his files.

[afyrian]

ch. 4 - shelter and food, the essentials m.list

  rain trickles down outside of your shop, running down the awning and puddling on the concrete. you stare out at the rain, fiddling with your key. either you can run to your car and head back to your apartment, preparing an instant ramen in despair, or let the allure of 'onigiri miya' finally get to you. the warm lights inside rest lightly on your eyes, a smile on your lips.

  you can imagine the candles, the aroma of the food. it all seems so beautiful, pulling you in like a siren’s call. however, you can’t help but know that you’ll have to wake up early, work on some plates and trinket dishes. that eating out will leave you tired in the morning, begging for a day off-

  “y/n! you okay out here? i have an umbrella if ya need one,” osamu pops the door open, a broom in his hand, hat raised up slightly. 

  you look between him and the building rain, the trickle quickly turning to a pour, “oh yeah! just wondering what i’d do for dinner. instant ramen is quickly becoming a favorite of mine.”

  osamu props the door open with the broom, taking a few steps towards you. his body standing next to yours radiates a little heat, his arms crossed in front of his chest. “well i can make you something instead, it might be a little better… the shop is closed, so i wouldn’t have to worry about any orders,” he looks over at you, admiring the way the light bounces off of your hair. 

  “uh- okay, yeah.”

  going in, checking it out almost feels like a betrayal. a betrayal to your integrity and want to fight for the quiet that you used to achieve. a betrayal to your knowledge of the world, the understanding that starting something like this could only end in heartbreak. however, betrayal has never felt so good when following him inside.

  the initial smell is a pleasant affront on the senses. like a swirl of delight lingers in the air, carrying you to the counter like a delicious dish of vegetable karaage. you purse your lips as you look over at osamu, “so, what are you thinking for dinner?”

  he puts up his pointer fingers in a motion of ‘just you wait’. osamu hurries to what you believe to the be the kitchen, giving you a moment to look around the front of the shop. it’s built beautifully, fake architectural designs are built into the walls. they blend in with the rest of the decor perfectly, the soft yellows matching that of their uniforms. 

  however, your inspection comes to a quick close as osamu walks out from the kitchen. his towel is on his shoulder again, hand reaching up to wipe something from his forehead. as soon as you see him, you swallow whatever saliva is still in the back of your throat, tingles running up your fingers. something about him in his uniform sends your heart racing. 

  you don’t even notice the spare apron in his hands at first, your eyes looking between his upper arms and face. “a gift for tonight, since we’ll be in the kitchen,” he holds it out, letting you loop the top loop around your neck, “here, let me get that tied for you.”

  something about this, the whole thing, feels right. the way he's standing there, hands grazing your shirt as he ties the apron around you. or his cocky smile that isn't necessarily annoying to look at when you turn around. or maybe even his slightly tilted head as he leans into the situation.  

  "thanks, i would hate to get oil on my paint covered clothes," you can't even hide the rush you feel in this moment, wondering if this is what happened for all of your friends, if this is what genuinely liking someone feels like. 

  with your little joke, he shakes his head, turning around to show you the kitchen. it is true, your clothes are already ruined, but the act is what brings a smile to your face. that he thought of you, thought to protect the things you own. 

  osamu's quick to show you why his restaurant is popular. the remaining smells of the store compare poorly with the fresh scent of the negi miso onigiri. the way he cooks so confidently while chatting about the origins of the dish, and how he changed it to fit his style and taste. a history lesson and dinner rolled into one as you lean against a counter, chin resting in the palm of your hand.

  listening to him talk sounds therapeutic, like music to the ears. the way his hand moves as he speaks, showing emphasis with every word. just watching him cook makes you lose your breath, gasping for a moment of clarity. "oh, so how long has this been your passion? cause the knowledge you have about it is truly amazing," you bite your lip, watching as he turns back to you.

  taking a step towards the counter, osamu leans down with you, resting his forearms on the table, "for a while, since i was young. i enjoyed other things, but cooking was a comfort for me, especially after a long week of practices."

  "well, you seem to carry a lot of finesse when you cook. i mean those techniques are completely unheard of to me, a complete amateur," you shrug, staring right into his eyes, feeling nervous when you can't seem to look away.

  there's something about the way he smiles at you as he tries to take the compliment. the way osamu’s gaze flickers between your lips and your eyes, like he doesn’t know which one to focus on. you can’t help but do the same, wondering if his lips taste like how his cooking smells. savory and with a hint of sweetness. 

  you feel yourself gravitate towards him, body inching forward over the counter, eyes closing. just as you’re about to reach each other, see each other in a completely different light, a smoky smell fills the room. not a good smoky, like a delicious barbecue, but rather one of burnt food.

  “oh shit!” osamu stands up straight, grabbing an oven mitt and grabbing the hot pan, moving it to another spot on the oven. 

  he looks back at you, lips parted as his teeth clench, “i’m so sorry about this, really, i ever burn food.”

  “i would never assume you do, osamu,” you cross your arms in front of your chest, feeling the thick material of the apron, “but how about we take this as a raincheck? i’d like to try your food without a burning smell in my nose..”

a/n: ahhh i really liked this chapter <33 like i just thought it was so cute taglist: @causenessus @osakis-gf @eggyrocks @brkfclub @marisabel14

@bbybibi @etoiile @miyamoratsumuu @girlokarina @gsyche

@cherrypieyourface @zephestia @acowboykisser @whosmarjj @gumiiiiezzzz

@guitarstringed-scars

[tubatwo]

words left behind - choi soobin

summary: a series of forgotten ‘I love you's becomes too much for soobin, leaving him in a state of worry

pairing: gn reader x choi soobin

genre: fluff/slight angst; 1.6k words

the words “I love you” were always exchanged between you and soobin. they were more than mere words. they were a symphony of shared affection. a daily tradition that had permanently made its way into your lives. it didn’t matter who was around or where you were, you never once forgot to exchange those three sweet words.

but lately, life had its own plans in mind, and with millions of responsibilities and burdens on your shoulders, there were a few times when you had forgotten to say the words back to soobin.

a few times too many. 

“dammit, i’m gonna be late!” you exclaim, rushing to kick off the covers that were half of the reason for your warmth all night.

the other half, your boyfriend, was currently rubbing his eyes in confusion at your behavior. “what’s going on?” he asks softly.

 “my stupid phone died during the middle of the night so my alarm didn’t go off,” you huff loudly as you strip out of your pajamas, running around the room like a headless chicken, “i’m supposed to present the financial report today and now I don’t even have time to grab breakfast or coffee and I work til late and I ju–”

your words are cut off by soobin, who has now made his way out of your shared bed to hold you in his arms. “hey hey, shhh, it’s alright..” he reassures you, “how about you shower while I make you coffee and a quick bite to eat?” and if that wasn’t enough to make you fall for him all over again, he wasn’t finished. “and text me when you’re finishing up so I can order your dinner, okay?” he leaves you with a kiss on your forehead. 

you have to remind yourself that you don’t have time to cry in his arms and ramble about how unbelievably lucky you are, so you leave him with kisses all over his face before turning to your tasks, hoping that it would be enough to convey your love. “thank you so much, baby!” 

after getting ready and grabbing all of your things, you quickly make your way to the entrance of your apartment. “i’m off now!”

“good luck, I love you!” soobin yells from the room, except instead of hearing those words in return he’s met with the sound of a door slamming shut. 

the weekend meant that there was finally some time for rest and relaxation between you and soobin. no work nagging at you and no clock dictating your day. it was a clean slate, meant just for the two of you.  

surprisingly, instead of staying in like usual, you decided to plan a small picnic at a park nearby. 

“hurry, before the sun sets without us!” you exclaim, excitedly running towards your designated spot under the tree. your picnic basket was filled with various types of your favorite foods: gimbap, dumplings, bread, and ramen in heated mugs. you even had plans to get bingsu once you were finished. 

you and soobin sat down and immediately started digging in, updating each other on the details of your week. when time is your enemy and a constant reminder of harsh deadlines, you don’t always have time to fully explain the details of your day. however, during times like this, you had all the time in the world. 

“and then my boss said I gave the best presentation, can you believe it?” soobin smiles at your enthusiasm, proudly letting both of his dimples show. “of course I believe it, my baby is the best.” his lips meet your cheeks as his arms wrap tighter around you. after finishing up all of the food, you cuddled up together against the tree. 

“I wanna thank you for being so patient with me this week.” you utter softly.

 “hm? what do you mean?” soobin asks, a bit taken aback from the sudden gratitude. 

“i’ve been so busy this week and you’ve just been an absolute angel,” you explain, “I can’t thank you enough for everything you do to help me, soobin.”

you feel soobin smile against your neck before he places soft kisses on your skin. “if I can help alleviate some of your stress then it’s no problem. you always do the same for me..”

you turn your body slightly to look your boyfriend in the eyes, the both of you grinning ear to ear before pressing your lips together. the world around you faded into a blur, leaving only the warmth of his touch, the sounds of your heartbeats, and the taste of his kiss, which tasted a lot like the honey bread he had just finished.

“I love you, baby.” soobin confesses after breaking the kiss, his sudden confession making your heart swell. 

as soon as you open your mouth to respond, you feel a sudden cold splash on your forehead. “I– ah!” you look up only to feel another splash, then another, then another. 

it was raining. 

“oh god, soob, it’s raining! let’s hurry back!”  you stand up quickly to pack away any trash that was leftover from your meal. you look over to see your boyfriend staring at the ground with an unrecognizable emotion on his face. his eyebrows slightly furrowed, and you could see his fists starting to bunch up the blanket underneath him. 

“soob?” you repeat yourself. 

suddenly he snaps out of whatever state he was in and stands up, grabbing the blanket and folding it into a smaller square. while you carried the basket, he used the blanket as an umbrella to keep you two from getting wet. 

at this point, all bingsu plans were cancelled, and the silence in the car led you to believing that he was really looking forward to it. 

“hey, maybe we can get bingsu tomorrow?” you suggest, trying your best to lighten the mood. 

“okay, sure.” he says dryly. 

something had shifted. he didn’t glance at you once and didn’t even bother holding your hand with his free one. you thought that maybe he was trying to pay extra attention to the road since it was raining, so you didn’t question it anymore. 

later that night, things had started to go back to normal. it seemed like soobin has snapped out of whatever mood he was in before and was mostly back to talking normally. however, he still had a bit of hesitation with his words.

you lie in bed as he finishes his skincare routine, eyes barely hanging on as exhaustion takes over your body. you’re half asleep when he finishes, a sleepy smile on your face as he crawls into bed next to you. 

“today was really fun..” soobin murmurs quietly. you hum in agreement as sleep begins to take over your body more and more. 

“night baby, I love you.” soobin confesses. 

he felt stupid after multiple attempts of trying to hear you say it back. he didn’t understand what was going on, I mean, things seemed to be going okay? you still hugged and kissed him as if nothing was wrong. so why was he hurting so much? 

each time, it pricked at his heart, a tiny bit of insecurity growing with every missed "I love you." he began to wonder if this was the beginning of you slowly distancing yourself from him. 

and you, half-dreaming already, hum once again in response, your mind already halfway between dreams and reality.

“please say it back..” soobin whispers, his voice cracking and eyes beginning to tear up.

the vulnerability and emotion in his voice immediately breaks you out of whatever dream you were having. you turn to look at him and the sight of a tear streaming down his face was stronger than any alarm could possibly be.

wide awake now, you reach out to cup his cheek. “i’m here, honey, i’m so sorry,” you whisper. a mix of insecurity and embarrassment washes over soobin’s face, and he can’t help but to ask quietly:

“do you still love me?”

it’s almost as if you could hear your own heartbreak at the words. all you could feel was guilt and hurt due to the doubt you had unintentionally given to the person you loved most. “yes, of course baby,” you begin, “I love you so much, I promise I love you with all of my heart.”

soobin immediately shows a relieved smile, happiness consuming his entire body after finally hearing the words he was desperately missing this week. 

“i’m sorry, i’m a bit embarrassed now..” soobin wipes some of the stray tears on his cheek before letting out a sad chuckle. “I know it probably wasn’t intentional but you haven't been saying it back and I got in my head..”

you shake your head as you wrap your arms around him, face buried in his neck as your hands rub gentle circles on his back. “no, I should be the one apologizing,” you state firmly, “I am so so sorry for leaving you hanging and taking advantage of your love.”

before soobin could even interrupt you to deny your words, you were already sitting up. “you know how much those words mean to me, and i’m sorry I let the craziness of the world take them away.”

“truthfully, you’re the reason why I was able to get through this week. even though you didn’t necessarily hear it from me, your love is what anchored me and gave me strength. but.. I don’t want to make it a bad habit. because you deserve to hear those words more than anything. you deserve to feel the certainty of my love.”

soobin’s smile blossoms into one of pure affection, his fingers caressing your cheek with a gentle tenderness as he leans in to meet you in a kiss. a kiss that conveyed everything you two wanted to say to each other at that moment.

i’m sorry

it’s okay

I love you

I love you too

[oreolemur]

Unknown Intentions- Toji Fanfic

Unlocking the door to your apartment, you happily welcomed the tall muscular man into your home. “Ta-da!”, you cheered. “This is my place. Make yourself comfortable”. Sitting his bags down by the front door, Toji examined the one-bedroom apartment. “Nice”, he grinned, glancing over at you. “Thank you, I try my best to keep it clean and neat”. You helped Toji settle down, feeling proud of your good deed. It was unexpected for him to have met someone like you at the city’s local bar. He was flat on his ass, waiting for his next job. Knowing that he didn’t drink, the bar was somewhere for him to chill out. He was minding his own business until you came along like a stray. Sitting next to him, you didn’t hesitate to start a conversation. After that, you instantly trusted him, allowing him to crash at your place for a few days until he got himself together.

“There you go”, you said, fixing up your couch for Toji to sleep on. “I was supposed to buy an air mattress, but I forgot”. He looked at you and smiled, “As long as it’s not the floor, I’m fine with anything”. Thanking you, he stretched out on the furniture, observing your movements. “Are you hungry? I don’t have much, but I can fix us some ramen. I’m good at that”, you offered as you struggled to reach for it on the top shelf. “Sure”, the man replied, enjoying the view. The higher you went, the more the black dress you wore rose. You didn’t feel the breeze, but Toji could easily see the pink laced underwear that perfectly brought out the shape of your ass.

“Need help?”, he asked, making his way towards you. He pushed himself against your bottom, feeling you up with his lower half. Your pelvis was pressed into the edge of the counter while you were oblivious to the man’s perverted behavior. “Did you get it?”, you asked. His body covered yours as he felt himself get hard. “Not yet”. From his view, the ramen was easy for him to grab, however, he was too busy reminiscing over the situation. Feeling something poking your ass, you looked over at Toji. “Your phone is tickling me”, you giggled. He raised an eyebrow at you, grabbing the ramen. “Phone? Is she slow?”, he thought.

Making the food, you offered the man a chance to shower, so he could relax more. “Here’s a towel and washcloth”, you handed him the materials. “There’s an extra bottle of shampoo and bodywash under the sink. Take as long as you need. The food will be ready when you get out”. Thanking you, Toji sneakingly closed the door behind you, forcing you to back up against it. “Can you show me how to turn it on?”, he grinned with his eyes piercing into yours. Feeling his body heat, you looked over at the shower. “Oh!”, you shouted. “I’m sorry. I forgot. My shower can be a bit complicated sometimes”. Moving away from the man, he sucked his teeth.

After giving him a little tutorial, you reached for the door to head out. “Hold on”, Toji said. You turned around, noticing his shirt was off. “It’d be nice if you could join me”, he undid his sweats, exposing his waistline. You glared at him wide-eyed. “I can’t do that. Our food will burn”, you smiled, leaving him annoyed. “What is her problem?”, he gritted.

In the kitchen, you finished preparing tonight’s dinner. As you placed the food down on the table, you accidentally spilled water on your shirt. “Oh no!”, you gasped. Grabbing napkins, you cleaned up the mess. Unbeknownst to you, Toji, who was standing by the couch with a towel wrapped around him, was watching you. Your chest was wet, causing the shirt’s material to become see-through. Not wearing a bra, the light above the dining table exposed the outline of your breasts. “Hmm”, the man smirked.

Catching your attention, you looked up and smiled. “You came out at a perfect time. The food is ready”. He walked over to you, keeping his eyes on your body. “Oh, do you not have any pajamas?”, you questioned, seeing the towel. “I do, but I’d rather eat first and then dress”, he replied. You gave him an “Ok” while handing him a pair of chopsticks. “Eat as much as you want. I fixed some side dishes after I realized the ramen might not be enough”. 

❤~Time Skip~❤

Getting ready for bed, you put on a sage green nightgown as you headed into the living room. “Are you comfortable?”, you asked Toji. He gazed over at you while setting up the comforter you gave him, “No”. You frowned in concern, “What’s wrong?”.  Slightly grinning, the man thought of an idea, “I forgot to tell you…I can’t sleep by myself”, he lied. Feeling bad, you approached him. “I’m sorry to hear that. You can sleep with me if you want!”. Hearing you say that, Toji instantly accepted your request.

Back in your room, you made space for him on your queen sized bed. “Sorry it’s a little messy. I did laundry the other day”. Putting your clothes into the hamper, you accidentally dropped a pair of your panties, “Shit”. As you bent down to get them, Toji licked his lips at the sight of your bare ass. “Is she doing that on purpose?”, he wondered. The man rubbed his covered boner as he watched more of your privates become exposed.“Fuck”, he quietly groaned, begining to stick his hand in his shorts. “Are you ok?”, you asked as you turned around. He continued to jerk himself off slowly. “I’m getting tired”, he stated, patting the space beside him. You gave him a smile while you put your clothes in the bin.

Turning off the light, you glanced over at Toji. He stared at you seductively, making you wonder what was wrong with him. “Are you going to sneeze?”, you squinted, trying to read his face.  “My room is a little dusty”, you placed tissues on the nightstand beside him. “Use however many you want”. Attempting to walk away, Toji grabbed your wrist. “Hold on”, he said. “Instead of walking over to the other side, you could just climb over me. It’ll be easier”. Without hesitating, you instantly did what he said, “Ok!”. With him laying on his back, he felt your ass graze against his cock. “What a stupid bitch”, he smirked. “Alright!”, you exclaimed, getting comfortable. “I’m going to catch some z’s. Wake me up if you need anything, ok?”. He raised an eyebrow at you, “Ok”.

An hour later, Toji remained awake. He tossed and turned, finding it difficult to fall asleep. “Is she pretending?”, he questioned. No matter how big your bed was, you somehow managed to come into contact with him. Your back was faced towards the man, but the deeper you fell into your slumber, the closer your ass came to his dick. Toji wanted to control his urges, but ever since he stepped foot into your house, he sensed that you were teasing him. It’s not in his nature to straight up ask for a fuck. He’d usually wait until the woman opened up first. However, he just couldn’t shake the feeling that it was you who was waiting for him.

Putting his arm around you, he pulled you closer to him as he gently turned you on your back. He traced his fingers from your neck, to your breasts, and then down to your thighs. Toji lifted your gown, reaching for your bare breasts. “Mmm”, he groaned, proceeding to take off his boxers. Sticking two of his fingers in his mouth, he began to play with your cunt.

Having your clit in the middle of digits, he sinfully pinched it, making you whine. “You like it don’t you?”, the man whispered into your ear. Feeling him kiss your cheek, you woke up. “What are you-”, you tried to speak, but Toji covered your mouth. “Don’t play dumb. I know you want it”. He inserted his fingers into you, feeling your walls tighten around them. A muffled moan came out of you as the sudden pain caught you off guard. Grabbing his arm, you squirmed around. “Want me to go deeper?”, he asked, shoving his digits in more. You rapidly shook your head, feeling tears form in your eyes.  

Trying to escape from him, he grabbed hold of your neck. “I’m not finished”, he gritted. The look on his face scared you, making you freeze up. Toji positioned himself between your legs, “Just take it. I haven’t fucked in weeks”. Sliding the tip of his cock on your sensitive bud, you cried as you begged. “Please don’t do this.”, you croaked. “I’m a virgin”. Not giving a shit, he thrusted every inch into you. “That makes it even better”, he chuckled. Placing his hands on each side of your waist, he pulled himself into you deeper. You squealed, feeling him painfully stretch you open.  “Please stop. I can’t take it”.

When he leaned into you, you attempted to push him off. He rolled his eyes, taking your limbs and pinning them above your head. “The more you fight, the longer, and harder I’ll be”, he warned. You felt inferior to him, wondering why he was hurting you. “Why?”, you questioned. “Shut up”, he replied. “Why are you hurting me? Did I do something wrong?”. Toji rested his head near your neck, laughing at your patheticness. “Maybe you shouldn’t bring strangers into your home next time”. 

[randomgoosegame]

His First

Request - Can you write an senku x fem reader where he has his first time with an older more experienced girl and he's all nervous and cute? (I saw you write smut 👀)

Disclaimers/Warnings - Smut, Tooth rotting fluff, Senku X Teijus sister, older reader (only like a year or two), Senkus first time, secret relationship

You wait on one of the benches outside of the school waiting for your younger brother Teiju. You yawn and slouch agenst the back of the bench tired from the long day starting start of another school year. You were a Junior while Teiju was just starting highschool.

A door opens to your left right when you were stretching. You turn and see your brother walking out the doors with his best friend Senku.

"Teiju lets go already your so slow." You humm and stood up brushing off your uniform.

"Hey Y/N!" Teiju said loudly bounding up to you like a puppy. Senku fallowing more slowly with his finger pressing on his ear.

"How was your first day?" You start shooing him in the direction of your car while he rambles on. Senku walked beside you and brushed your fingers with his while his head was turned away hiding a blush.

There has been a thing going on between you two for about a month and a half now. It started with harmless flirting and suggestive comments between the both of you, but you thought it would never go any further then that.

But then the flirting would leave you both flustered. Soon after started the small touches to Senku's arms or Senku's hand "accidently" brushes your ass.

One night last week you and Senku shared a heated moment when Teiju was out at the store getting what Senku called "brain food". You were straddling Senku's lap while you two were making out heavily.

The three of you reached your car and you unlocked the doors letting the two freshmen climb in the car. You put your seatbelt on and start the car and begin driving to your house.

Teiju talks the whole way there about some girl you forget the name of. You pull into the driveway and everyone climbs out and file into the house.

"Teiju im gonna go take a shower." You take your shoes off at the door and walk around the house picking some small stuff. "Mom said that there is some money on the counter so can you guys go get some snacks and some dinner from the store?"

"Ok Y/N." Teiju says and takes his and Senku's things upstarts presumably to his room. You waisted no time and pounced on Senku and pulled him into a kiss. He hums in surprise but kissed back instantly.

"God I missed you." Senku pulled away first and a string of saliva still connected you two for a moment. You roll your eyes and giggled running your hands up his chest and rest them on his shoulders.

"Its been 3 hours Senku. We litterly sat together at lunch" He just shrugs and pulled you closer by putting his hands on your hips. You kiss him and tangle your hands in his hair. You tug softly on the dule colored locks and he lets out a low moan.

Approaching steps could faintly be herd and you both pull away and gather yourselves just as Teiju came down the stairs. You ran your hand through your hair to shake it out before climbing up the stairs to the bathroom.

Senku watched as your ass bounced with each step and he briefly got a glimpse of your underwear. He blushed and tried to listen to what Teiju was saying.

"So sound good for dinner?" Teiju asked.

"Huh? Oh yeah sounds good." Senku said scratching the back of his neck. Teiju and Senku put their shoes back on and headed to the store and you got in the shower.

By the time the boys had come back you were out of the shower and dressed in shorts that were covered by the large t-shirt you wore. You were sitting at the kitchen island and doing some homework when they entered loudly through the doorway.

"Y/N! We got Ramen for dinner." Teiju bounced around the kitchen putting things away. Senku's trailed on your exposed thighs. His breath cought in his chest as he watched a water drop run down your hairline. It went along the curve of your cheek and neck then disappeared under your shirt. Senku gulped and put the bags he was carrying on the island beside you.

"Great what did you get for snacks?" You place your hands on the counter to hold yourself up trying to peak into the bags. The position pushes your breasts together and haves your shirt ride up exposing your midriff to Senku.

"Youll see later!" Teiju smacked your hand away and you scuff and smack his shoulder.

"Im the oldest so it doesn't matter what you say!" You look into the bags and inspect the goods.

"Senku picked out most of it." Teiju hummed finishing puting the groceries away. You hum and nod slowly, Teiju left the things for dinner out and the two boys left to go upstairs so you could make dinner.

After dinner was made and you all had ate, Teiju and Senku dragged you out of the kitchen to watch a movie with them. Teiju sat between you and Senku much to your dismay. At the end of  the movie you headed off to bed claiming you were tired.

"Good night Y/N!" Teiju called out to you as he picked out another movie to watch.

"Dont stay up to late." You ruffled Teiju's hair. As you were walking past to go up the stairs you place a hand on Senku's shoulder and squeezed it softly. You discreetly kissed his cheek and ran upstairs to your room.

An hour later you were awakened by a soft knock on your door. You groan and kick off your blankets. You open the door to reveal Senku in some sweatpants and a t-shirt. You smile at him and open the door more letting him step into your room.

"Is Teiju asleep?" You ask closing the door behind him.

"Im 10 billion percent sure he's asleep." You laugh and climbed back in bed. You patted the space next to you and Senku smiled climbing in.

"Good." You hum. "So, what's up Senku?" You yawn and stretch. Senku watched your shirt ride up and he placed his hand on the exposed flesh.

"Mmm your so hot." Senku hummed and rubbed your skin with his hand.

"Oh really?" You giggled and threw your leg over his so you were straddling his waist. Senku nodded biting his lip and pushing your shirt up more so he had more access to the soft flesh across your stomach.

You slowly lean in and kissed Senku. Senku pulled you closer by your hips and you both deepened the kiss. Your tongue dives into his mouth and you both fight for dominance. Senku eventually gave up the fight and you giggled into the kiss.

Your hips accidently grind agents Senku's when you adjust your hips making you whimper. Senku groaned and pulled away from the kiss. Senku's face was bright red and he looked off to the side hiding his face from you.

"Did i do something wrong Senku?" You frown in worry. His eyes widened and he shook his head rapidly.

"No! I- i just uh erm." Senku's face turned impossibly brighter and he hid his head in his hands.

"Senku?" You pull his hands away. His eyes were closed tightly. You felt something poking your thigh and you look down seeing Senku's erection pressing through his sweatpants. You palmed him softly and he let out a low whine.

"You can tell me Senku." You humm in his ear and felt his body shiver under yours.

"Ive never- you know." He stutters embarrassed and slightly overwhelmed by your hand on his crotch.

"Oh Senku." You smile and shake your head a bit. "Do you wanna stop?"

"Oh god no." He moans and his hips buck up into your hand. You giggle and start trailing kisses along his chin and neck. His hands found their way down to your ass and he squeezed your cheeks in his hands. You moan and squeezed his cock a bit tighter.

"P-please." He whimpered in your ear. You hum and pulled away from his neck.

"Please what?" You bat your eyes at him.

"Please don't make me say it."

"If you don't say it then how am i supposed to know what you want Senku?" You giggled and tilted your head at him.

"D- mph Dont tease me please! I cant." He moaned and you felt him twitch and freeze under your hold.

"S-shit im sorry!" Senkus eyes widened as he apologized profusely. You cut him off by kissing him. You nibbled and sucked on his bottom lip effectively quieting him. You retract your hand from his now soft member and hook your fingers in the waistband of his pants and boxers.

"Its ok Senku, I dont mind." You reassure him and kiss him once again.

"A-are you sure?" He askes looking at your hand on his waistband.

"Yes Senku. Now, do you want to continue?" You asked sternly and looked into his eyes for any discomfort. He nodded his head but you shook yours.

"Use your words Senku." His eyes widend and he swallowed thickly. You watched as his adams apple bob.

"Y-yes please."

"Good boy." You praised and shimmy down his pants. His face flushed and he struggled to help you in his flustered state by taking his shirt off. Once he was free of his confinements you soaked in his naked form. Senku squirmed under your hungry stare and tugged on your shirt hem.

"What do you want this off?" You tease. Senku huffed and rolled his eyes but nodded. You giggled and pulled it off leaving you in your short shorts. Senku's eyes roamed your exposed chest.

He gulped and he went to reach for your brest but froze. You shook your head with a soft laugh and guided his hands to your fleshy mounds. Senku pulled and squeezed at your breasts with a fixation on your perky nipple.

You moan and roll your head back. Senku's dick springed back to life listening to you mewl and moan. He pinched your nipples and felt them harden under his touch. He leaned up and kissed you and kept rolling your nipples between his thumb and pointer finger.

You grind across Senku's member drawing a moan from the both of you. Senku's hands dropped to your hips and he pulled you across his crotch harder and watched you bodies clash. You moaned louder and braced yourself by putting your hands on his chest and pushed Senku back on the bed.

You straiten your body over Senku and you peal your shorts and panties down your legs. Senku watched them trail down and then get thrown across the room. Senku's hands moved to the inside of your thighs and he blushed looking at your vagina.

"Your so pretty Y/N." Senku moaned out and blushed hard. You smile and leaned down pressing a sweet kiss to his swollen lips. You grab a condom from your bedside drawer.

His eyes widened as he watched you tear the raper open with your teeth. Senku's lips parted and he watched you slid the condom on his length.

Senku moaned loudly when you started to sink down along his member. You whimper as you quickly bottomed him out in you. Senku's eyes were tightly closed trying not to cum just from being in you.

You smile at him and brush his hair away from his sweaty brow. He opens his eyes lazily and smiles sweetly up at you. You roll your hips and moan. Senku sucked in a sharp breath while his hands squeeze your thighs hard.

"Ooooh shiit." He sighed and dropped his head to the pillows behind him. You bit your lip watching his expressions and started to slowly raise your hips and drop them against Senkus. You gather up a slow and hard pace enjoying how Senku's brows frown together.

You pick up the speed and roll your hips sharply every time your pelvic bones meet. Senku moaned loudly and you had to put your hand over his mouth to muffle his cries.

"Shhh dont wanna wake Teiju now do we?" You coo in Senku's ear. You nibbled on the shell of his ear then slowly trail your kisses down Senku's neck and chest.

"N-no." He squeaked a bit. Senku bucked up his hips and you moan softly speeding up your movements.

"Your doing so good Senku." You moan in his ear and dive down to kiss him. Senku dragged his tongue across your lip and you opened your mouth allowing him access into your wet cavern.

"I wont last Y/N!" Senku moaned into your mouth as a particular hard drop pushed him dangerously close to the edge.

"Cum for me Senku." You breath and push aside the dull ache in your legs to push yourself to bounce faster on his throbbing member.

Senku grunted loudly and came. His dick was twitching hard and you felt how he grew hotter in you. You moan as your release washed over you in a blanket. Senku whimpered as your walls closed tightly around him.

You collapsed on Senku's chest and try to catch your breath. Your sweaty bodies stuck together as you placed a soft kiss to his chest right were your head laid.

Senku lazily draped his arms across your back. Senku rubbed small circles on your spine. You humm and start to climb off him. Senku groaned softly as you pulled the condom off him and threw it in the trash.

You carefully clean Senku and yourself before climbing back into the bed next to the dule haired boy. Senku watched you as you slid your shirt back over your head.

"Are you ok Senku?" You hum handing him his clothes.

"Yeah, 10 billion percent perfect." He smiles at you and pulled on his boxers and sweatpants. You lay against the pillows and Senku crawls over to you. You smile at him and laugh as Senku buries his head in your chest. You run your fingers through his hair and listen to him breath. Senku soon fell asleep and you were quick to fallow.

[marvelmymarvel]

Sleeping Beauty

Jiraiya x NarutoMotherFigure!Reader

Synopsis: You slept peacefully until you began to feel the bed dip. You expected it to be Naruto waking you up for food but didn't expect to see the white-haired Sannin instead.

Cw: Slightly suggestive at the end ;)

Naruto Masterlist: Here

The late afternoon sun covered your bedroom in a warm glow. The widows were open, allowing the sound of people talking below to float inside along with the summer breeze. It felt like heaven and no one could blame you for turning your 30-minute nap into a 2-hour ordeal. Even Naruto stayed away from your room, knowing that you rarely slept. At one point, after realizing you would be sleeping for longer than 30 minutes, he took off to go train.

You didn't know this, of course, so when you awoke to the sound of footsteps you assumed it was him. The door to your room opened and you fought back a sigh, maybe he was just checking to see if you were still asleep. It was silent for a minute and you assumed that he had left, but then you felt your bed dip.

"Naruto" you grumbled, shoving your face into your pillow in annoyance "There's money in my bag, if you're hungry go get some ramen" There was no answer, only silence. If you didn't have a half asleep brain, you would have registered that the person was staring intently at you.

"Naruto" you huffed out.

A hand touched your shoulder, and the size of it made your eyes shoot open. This was not Naruto.

Your gasp of fright sounded out, head shooting up from your pillow as you flew from the bed. Your hands shook as you took in the grinning Sannin on your bed, and if you weren't scared half to death you would have been happy to see him.

"Morning sleeping beauty"

You sighed, hand clutching your chest as you fought back the fear and adrenaline. "What the hell Jiraiya, you scared the shit out of me!" His laugh bounced around the room, and you wondered if the people below could hear the ordeal that had just happened. Your cheeks heated up in embarrassment knowing Kakashi would be ashamed of you for letting your guard down. "I just wanted to surprise my favorite girl"

Your eyes narrowed, lip jutting out in a pout as you crossed your arms. "I thought I was your only girl" your words echoed in the room and his shit-eating grin didn't make you feel better. However, how he looked at you told you not to worry about that. You were the only one he wanted. "Come here" his arms opened, urging you to come into them. Your heart was still pounding but you shuffled back towards the bed and him regardless. "Does Naruto know you're home?" you whispered as you climbed onto the bed, slowly moving towards the large man on the other side of the king-size bed. Apparently, you weren't going fast enough, because he was grabbing you the second you were within arms reach.

"Jiraiya" you groaned as your face was shoved into his chest. "I missed you so much" he muttered, body sliding down so you both were laying down once more. He sighed happily, the smell of you surrounding him in a sort of comfort he lost every time he left the village. You rolled your eyes but cuddled into him. "I'm not happy you woke me up, I was having a good dream" you muttered into his shirt, eyes fluttering closed as you tried to remember what the dream was about. You knew it was about the man under you, but it was more domestic.

He hummed, hand going down to grab the blanket. Soon, you felt the blanket being pulled over you both as Jiraiya pulled you deeper into his embrace. "What was the dream?"

You smiled lovingly, finally remembering what it was about. "We were married and had a family... Stupid I know"

Jiraiya's eyebrows furrowed, "Stupid? Why is that stupid?"

You snorted in laughter, Jiraiya? Getting married? Having kids? What a stupid thought. Silenced filled the space but you didn't take in the tension growing. "Do you want that, Y/n?"

Your eyes shot open once more, not from the question, but the sincerity of it. "You don't want-"

"I'm asking YOU if you want that... Do you?"

You sighed to yourself, for the year that you had been dating him, marriage and the like had never been brought up, but you wanted it. Yearned for it actually. "I do" you breathed out, eyes trained on your fingers as they anxiously fiddled with the opening of his shirt. "Which one first?"

Your eyes flicked up to his face in confusion. "Marriage always comes first" you stated firmly. It was the same thing you preached to Naruto. He didn't say anything, only looked down at you blankly. You grew embarrassed, this was so stupid...

"Well, there goes my plan..."

"What-"

Jiraiya stood up, causing you to hit the bed in shock. Thinking he was leaving caused your heart to lurch in your throat. "I- We don't have to do any of that! It was just a dream- What the hell are you doing?"

He had pulled out a box, stopping your nervous ramble in its tracks. "I was going to propose to you somewhere nice. Take you out and the like. But I don't know if I should let you go another second thinking I don't want the same thing you want" He was nervous, despite you telling him that you wanted this. He bounced on his feet before handing you the box. None of this felt formal, but you liked that in a way. Jiraiya wasn't formal. He was spontaneous and never followed protocols on these things.

Your mouth dropped in shock as you opened the box. The ring was beautiful, you could tell it cost him a lot of money. "So... Do you want to make your dream come true?"

Your gaze shot to his very nervous one, causing you to smile. "I don't know... Should I marry a creep who watched me sleep?"

"Y/n" he grumbled out, your soft giggle only caused his chest to tighten more. Plucking the ring from the box, you slid it on your ring finger before examining it in the golden rays of the sun.

"Y/n..."

"Of course, I'll marry you, you idiot"

He raced back to you, scooping you up in a hug as he once more sat beside you in the bed. He placed kisses all over your face and neck, muttering praises and "I love you's" as if his life depended on it. You could feel the way his heart pounded under your fingers, but it soon relaxed as his body melted into yours. "Does Naruto know?" you questioned, causing Jiraiya to laugh lightly.

"The little shit helped me pick it

Your jaw dropped, pushing him away from your neck so you could get a better look at him. "That's why he asked me about my ring size?! He told me it was for an assignment!" Jiraiya chuckled at that, technically it was an assignment, but it was for him... Not the school.

His hand cupped your cheek, a smirk falling into a soft and loving smile. "You're so beautiful"

Once more, your cheeks heated up and it traveled down your neck, "Jiraiya" you groaned out as you tried to avert your gaze from his. The feelings flowing from him were strong and intoxicating, he loved you. If you didn't believe it before, there was no denying it now.

He leaned in, capturing your lips softly with his. The world grew silent around you as you melted into him, hands gripping his shoulders as you tried to hold on for dear life.

"HEY!! Did she say yes Pervy Sage?!"

You broke apart, throwing a glare at the blonde in the doorway. He shot a toothy grin back at you before racing towards you two. You let out a shriek as he jumped onto the bed. Jiraiya shook his head as Naruto tackled you specifically into a bone-crushing hug, causing the two of you to fly back onto the bed below. "Do you like the ring?! I helped him pick it out, I was the one that got the size for him as well. Sorry about lying to you. But in my defense, if I didn't get it to him he was going to stop training-"

"Yes Naruto, I know" you giggled as you brushed a hand through his hair "And yes, I love the ring, now can you please get off of me, you're heavy now"

His eyes beamed with his smile at the thought of you loving the ring, but he didn't move off of you and instead turned to give the Sannin a high five, "I TOLD YOU SHE'D LOVE IT. SHE LOVES THINGS LIKE THAT"

You let out an exaggerated gasp legs flailing as you tried to push the teen off of you. Jiraiya took pity on you and moved to haul naruto off of you. "You're going to crush her you know?" Naruto looked in shock as Jiraiya successfully moved him off of you and onto the floor. You sat up finally, hand rubbing your face in slight annoyance. "Mom, you can't even lift me like that anymore!"

Your eyes narrowed at him. At only 14, he didn't quite know when to shut up. "You must be getting weak"

A gasp flew from your lips, fingers gripping the pillow beside you and flinging it at him "OUT" his boyish giggle sounded out as he evaded your throw, but you weren't done. Grabbing the pillow behind Jiraiya, you moved to get in a better position to whip it at him. "Careful" Jiraiya hissed as you went a little too close to the edge of the bed. The pillow slammed into the wall beside the door where Naruto ran out of.

"I'll get you-" your own gasp cut you off as you flew off the bed.

A strong arm caught you just in time, your face being mere centimeters from the floor. "My goodness, you two act like children when fighting" Jiraiya grumbled, hauling you back up onto the bed. You smiled sheepishly at him, it didn't matter how old Naruto would be, you'd always fight with him like you were brother and sister. "Your relationship with him is confusing in a way. You act like a mom most times, but when you argue? Whew, there isn't an ounce of mom in you then"

You rolled your eyes at his words but knew they were true. "Being just the mom figure isn't fun you know... And I was a kid raising a kid so can you blame me?"

Silence filled the space between you two, and you tried to look out the open door listening to see if Naruto was still in the apartment. "He went for ramen and to continue training. Heard him leave as you threw the second pillow" You nodded a this before moving to face him once more, but you didn't expect him to be so close.

"So am I going to have to be the mean parent when it comes to disciplining our kids?"

Your breath caught in your throat at his joking words, causing him to cock his head at you "What, you didn't think I'd let that part of your dream go, did you?". He leaned in closer, lips brushing yours in a teasing manner. "Do we really have to wait till we are officially married... Or can we start practicing now?"

Your breath was shaky as you leaned in to try and capture his lips, but he kept evading them. "Jiraiya" you grumbled, unhappy with the teasing that was happening. He smirked but didn't give you want you wanted, he needed to hear it.

"Do you want a baby now? Because I'll give you one now"

Your moan nearly made his composure break. "Stop teasing me... You know I want that-"

"But you have to ask nicely" he cooed, hands coming up to cup your face, forcing you to look at him and not his lips. Your eyes began to droop, the thought of carrying his child was filling you with desire. Muttering the words would surely seal your fate, and there would be no going back. But that's what you wanted... "Can I please have a baby?"

Once the last word left your lips, you found yourself on your back with Jiraiya hovering over you. Oh ya, you were in trouble now, because he'd give you what you wanted and he wouldn't stop until you were satisfied.

"Anything for you... My sleeping beauty"

[4littlefishies]

The 36th Floor - Drink Some Water

satoru gojo x suguru geto

warnings: imma be real, there's smut almost immediately. Enjoy ;)

wc: 6.9k

previous chapter here

The light coming through the window is enough to wake Satoru up. He rolls over in his bed, pulling the pillow over his eyes. Thinking of the night before, the feeling of sudden loneliness comes flooding back to him. Why did he have to leave? He huffs out and rolls back over to the nightstand and grabs his phone, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as he picks it up. No new notifications, but he opens the conversation with Suguru. He starts rereading the last two messages to see if what he remembered was real or imaginary and realizes that they were, in fact, real. With a smile from seeing the messages again, he locks his phone and sets it back on the nightstand.

He slowly climbs out of his bed and goes to yank the curtains shut. He looks over at the clock on the dresser and it reads 11:13. I really slept in today. That’s when his head finally feels it. A dull pounding against the side of his head. 

“Holy shit.” He hisses out, covering his eyes with both of his hands, hoping to get some sort of relief. He slowly makes his way back towards the bed and crawls back in, shoving his face deep into his pillow. The room was successfully dimmed enough by the curtains that Satoru was able to close his eyes and quickly fall back asleep, finding that that was the only relief for the pounding headache he felt. 

When he opens his eyes again, it’s 12:25. “I guess I should try to get up now.” He grumbles to himself, slowly sitting up. He makes his way to the bathroom and downs a glass of water, finally realizing how dehydrated he felt. He quickly fills up and downs a second glass before turning on the shower, hoping to wash off this terrible feeling. This is why you don’t drink, he reminds himself as he twists on the shower. The water starts flowing and he leans against the counter for a moment, waiting for the water to heat up. 

I wonder when he left? Satoru racks his brain, thinking about the night before, but he can’t seem to think about anything other than the overwhelming happiness he felt the entire time just from being around Suguru. He smiles to himself as he sticks his hand in the water and quickly yanks it back with a sharp inhale. “Ah!” He yelps out before immediately turning the water temperature down just a bit, shaking his head. Satoru strips and steps into the shower, letting the water run over him, closing his eyes and taking in the feeling of the hot water cascading down his skin. 

A deep sigh leaves his chest as he leans up against the cool tile wall, his head still dully aching. “I’m never doing that again.” He says out loud, standing back up to put his face into the hot water before rubbing his hands roughly over his face, trying to wake himself up more. He thinks about everything that happened the night before with Suguru. First the ramen, and then just the entirety of watching the movie with him, and then sitting and talking until they both fell asleep out in the living room. He smiles to himself as he remembers it all. 

Satoru remembers the electric feeling that coursed through his body at the accidental touches between him and Suguru as well. It felt like little lightning strikes every time they touched. He shivers slightly as a tingle makes its way down his spine, not able to think about anything else. He remembers how Suguru rested his head on his shoulder on the train, even if it was just for a moment. He remembers poking him in the arm and how strong it felt under the split second touch. He could carry me with ease, Satoru thinks so himself, imagining it in his head. Blood, accompanied by a familiar feeling makes its way between his legs as he finds his mind wandering. I bet he’d have no problem holding me up while he- Stop that. Friends don’t think about their friends like that. He can’t help it, though, because as he shakes his head, trying to get rid of the thoughts, one of his hands is already wrapped around the base of his now quickly hardening dick.

“Fuuuck,” He sighs out as he looks down at it. He softly closes his eyes and lets his head fall back as his hand starts to move up and down slowly, to start. His movements quickly become eager as the throbbing feeling between his legs grows stronger, his dick now fully hard. He pulls his bottom lip in between his teeth as he keeps a steady pace, the water continuing to fall over him. “Hah,” He breathes out into the steamy shower. He rests his other arm on the wall in front of him, leaning his forehead against his forearm that rests against the cool tile. 

Nothing more than soft pants leave his mouth as he opens his eyes and stares down, his tip visibly red and sensitive. He watches as his hand moves, but quickly closes his eyes again, unable to keep them open at the feeling. His hand squeezes tighter towards the tip, like he’s trying to pull his own orgasm out, letting out a quiet breathy moan at the feeling. I wish he was here. Fuck, if only he were here. He doesn’t even try to stop thinking about him in this moment; Suguru is the only thing on his mind as Satoru grows closer to his climax. 

His hand starts to move at a quicker pace now, imagining as if it were Suguru’s hand doing it instead of his own. “Fuck,” He breathes out quietly once again, now standing back up as he feels himself come closer and closer to the edge. He keeps his eyes closed as he continues thinking about Suguru as he finally tips over the edge, soft breathy whimpers falling from his mouth into the steamy shower as he rides out his orgasm. 

His hand’s movement slows down to a snail's pace, his tip quickly becoming over sensitive as the mess washes down the drain. His breaths are shaky but deep like he just got done running up several flights of stairs. His cheeks feel hot and he’s suddenly aware of how his wet hair sticks to his forehead. As he steps forward under the water, letting it fall over his face, he continues to breathe heavily, still coming down from the high. He closes his eyes as the water falls onto his face, no longer remembering about the headache he had entered the shower with. A soft smile sits on his face as he turns back around, letting his hair get some attention from the water. I don’t think there’s any going back after that. 

He laughs softly, shaking his head to himself before heading into the normal order of his shower routine, deciding not to think too much about what he just did. First he would shampoo and condition his snowy white hair, following that up by washing his face, then body. Finally, he would shave the small amount of hair that grew on his face, always liking to keep it bare from anything. He stands under the hot water, his skin now red from the temperature, and closes his eyes for a moment longer before turning around and switching the water off.

Satoru makes his way through his normal morning routine - brushing his teeth, skincare, hair - and is feeling much more like his normal self afterwards. “As long as this headache is fixed by some ibuprofen, I think I’ll be alright, Shi.” He calls out to the white fluff at the foot of his bed as he runs his fingers through his hair, trying to get it looking as perfect as he could. She doesn’t even lift her head at the sound of her name. “You never answer me.” He says, furrowing his eyebrows as he walks past her and into the closet. The memory of her immediately jumping up into Suguru’s lap makes him smile as he pulls out some black sweats and a white tshirt. He grabs a black hoodie to go on top and  pulls it on just as he hears his phone ring.

Satoru makes his way over to his nightstand and sees that Shoko is calling. He picks it up and presses the green button before pressing the phone to his ear. “Good morning Shoko!” He says, happy to talk to her.

“1pm is hardly morning.” Shoko says as Satoru heads out into the living room. 

“Well I had a late night so I get to have a late morning too.” He says, trying to defend himself. Shoko laughs through the phone quickly before moving on.

“Yeah, sounds like you can’t handle your liquor to me.” Shoko says, teasing. Satoru glares at her even though he knows that she can’t see.

“I want you to know that I’m glaring at you right now.” Satoru says in an irritated sounding voice, earning another chuckle out of Shoko. He sits down in the same chair that he sat in last night when he was with Suguru. 

“Whatever.” She says, making a quick pause. Satoru stretches out his legs as he sits down and hangs his head and arms over the back of the chair. “You’re going to the work party tonight, right?” Satoru’s eyes widen as he realizes what day it is.

“Shit, that’s tonight?” He says, sitting up and planting his feet back on the floor. He squeezes his eyes shut, mentally kicking himself that he would forget about that and on top of that, drink too much the night before. 

“What? Did you forget?” Shoko asks. Satoru looks out at the view from his seat, remembering it looking much better last night while Suguru was here. Right now it just looked… dull.

“I did not forget. I just didn’t realize that today was that day.” He says, trying to smooth talk his way out of it and failing miserably. He knows that Shoko is on the other side shaking her head in disapproval. In his defense, he’s been so absolutely slammed at work this entire week preparing for the visit yesterday that the party had completely slipped his mind.

“Sure, whatever, it doesn’t matter. If you want, meet at my place at 5:15 and you, Suguru, and I can all head over together. I already talked to him, we were just waiting for you to come back from the dead.” Shoko continues on, choosing to ignore his antics.

He’s gonna be there. Duh! He works with you, of course he’s gonna be there, Satoru. He rubs his face with his free hand. “I’ll be there.” He says, now a bit more excited about how the night is going to go. Before this, he wasn’t sure if Suguru was even planning on going to the party for sure. How am I going to look at him again without imploding on myself?

“Good, because I’m planning on having a great night if you know what I mean.” Satoru laughs at her comment, knowing that it means he’s going to be taking care of an extremely drunk Shoko all night once again.

“Can’t wait.” He says in a not-so-enthusiastic voice. 

“5:15.” She says once more.

“I’ll be there, Shoko.” He says before hanging up the phone. He sits in the chair for a moment, just looking at the view that had seemed so perfect last night. It wasn’t so much this view as it was him. 

Satoru smiles as he stands up and heads towards the front door where he grabs his keys and wallet from the table. After putting everything in his pockets, he pulls on some sneakers and grabs his sunglasses and headphones from the table. He puts the glasses on and sticks the headphones into his ears before he heads out the front door. Clicking play on his music, he makes his way into the elevator and makes it all the way down to the lobby without stopping. He makes his way out of the building and heads towards the station. 

All he wanted to do right now was shove a giant pastry from his favorite cafe into his mouth and wash it down with the sweetest coffee you’ve ever tasted. His long legs quickly carry him to the station and as he waits for the next train, he likes to look around at all the different people waiting alongside him. He smiles to himself, thinking about the outrageous stories he thinks Suguru would come up with for each of them, not even bothering to think of any for himself. 

The next train quickly approaches and Satoru takes a seat next to the window, the train only about half full. He looks through his phone at the last texts from Suguru once more. ‘Just thought I’d let you know that I made it home. Thanks again for dinner, it was really fun :)’ He smiles to himself as he reads it again and again before deciding to send one back.

‘I’m happy you had a good time! See you tonight ✌🏼😋’ Satoru types out and clicks send. Almost as soon as it’s sent, he sees the bubbles that indicate Suguru’s typing. He feels his heart beat harder just at the sight. He stares at the three little dots on the screen that continue to move until they eventually disappear. Satoru feels slightly disappointed and closes his phone and slides it into his pocket, just in time for it to ding. Quickly pulling his phone back out of his pocket, he sees the notification for a text from Suguru and his heart instantly picks back up again.  

‘I’m happy you’re alive after last night! See you tonight :)’ Satoru smiles as he reads the text. He quickly realizes that the stop approaching is the one he needs to get off at. He stands up and grabs one of the hand holds as the train comes to a stop. He steps out as soon as the doors open and heads towards the direction of the cafe, much like as if he were going to work, but with just two fewer turns. 

As he walks down the sidewalk to the beat of the music playing in his ears, he has his hands shoved into his pockets, trying to keep warm from the chilly December air. His quick pace makes the walk feel even shorter as he quickly makes it to the cafe. He pulls open the door and plucks his headphones out of his ears, putting them back in the case before sliding it into his pocket. 

Approaching the counter, Yuji comes out from the back, the normals smile on his face as he sees Satoru. “Hi Gojo!” He calls out as he comes up to stand behind the register. 

“Hey Yuji,” Satoru replies with a smile as he reaches the counter, already looking at the pastries and other treats behind the glass of the display case to the side. 

“No Geto today?” Yuji asks, now used to seeing the two in the cafe as a pair. Satoru straightens up, his eyebrows raised.

“Huh? Oh, um, yeah, he’s probably at home or doing something on his own, I don’t know.” Satoru says as he eyes the cheese danishes at the top of the case, furrowing his eyebrows as he answers. Yuji looks back at him, slightly confused. 

“Hm, he was in here earlier and I was just confused as to why you wouldn’t come in together.” Satoru raises his eyebrows once again at the mention that Suguru was in here earlier, but also at Yuji’s comment.

“What do you mean?” Satoru says, looking back at Yuji with confusion painted on his face.

“Aren’t you guys together?” Yuji asks. Immediately Satoru feels his face get hot and his eyes widen. He becomes a flustered mess just thinking about it and laughs awkwardly, trying to think of how to respond. 

“Uh,” He chuckles once more, trying to respond. “No, we’re just friends.” He says, smiling at the young man behind the counter.

“Oh!” He says, not seeming to be worried about being wrong about their relationship. “Well I think you two would make a nice couple.” Yuji finishes with a smile. Satoru feels his face and now his ears get even hotter and he can’t help but smile back at Yuji with his hands shoved deep in his pockets. 

He orders a few pastries and other treats to take home and of course one for right now. The table in the back corner where he normally sits is taken, so Satoru reluctantly takes a seat at another table across the way from it, unable to do anything about the woman already seated in his favorite spot. The box of pastries in his hand is set to the side as he sits down and eats a chocolate croissant that he had picked out. It was warmed up to the perfect temperature that made it taste like the most amazing thing that he’d ever eaten. He sits and smiles now knowing that Yuji thought that he and Suguru were together. I think we would make a nice couple too, but that’s not gonna happen, Satoru finds himself thinking, growing disappointed at the thought.

We’re just friends. Friends don’t think about their friends like that, Satoru. He presses his lips together at the thought. Yeah, well they also don’t masturbate to the thought of the other one in the shower so, what about that part? He argues with himself in his head as he quickly finishes his chocolate croissant and his terribly sweet coffee and puts his headphones in before standing up and making sure to grab his box of pastries. Yuji waves as Satoru makes his way out, giving a wave back to Yuji as the door swings closed behind him. 

With the brown box tucked safely under his arm, he makes his way back towards the station. What am I gonna wear tonight? He thinks, mentally going through his closet as he continues walking to the upbeat song playing in his ears. He has an outfit in mind that he thinks will fit the occasion, as well as hopefully turn some heads. There was one that he especially was hoping to turn.

Just before 3pm, Satoru walks back through his front door. He empties his keys and wallet back into the bowl and heads into the kitchen, setting the box of pastries onto the island. He turns around at the sound of a small meow behind him on the floor.

“Well if it isn’t Shiro. You know, you could've fooled me. I thought you didn’t like me anymore, baby.” He says, scooping her into his arms and picking her up, cradling her close to his chest. Satoru makes his way out of the kitchen and into his bedroom, Shiro still cuddled up in his arms. He sets her down in her spot at the foot of the bed and heads into the bathroom, grabbing another ibuprofen to take before he has to start getting ready for the party. 

Since it was for work, the company had rented out a restaurant in the city. This was a tradition that would happen every December, and every year that Satoru has worked with Shoko, she’s blacked out at this party. He shakes his head at the thought. He had begged Utahime to have there not be an open bar at the party this year, but she just shooed him away, not wanting to hear it. 

Satoru decides that he should eat something before he gets ready, so he heads back to the kitchen and checks out what he has for ingredients. He decides on making some quick and easy chicken and rice with a little steamed broccoli on the side. It wasn’t the most exciting meal in the world, but it would work for getting through today. 

He makes quick work of cutting up the chicken and getting it cooking in the pan. Shiro comes out of the bedroom and sits on the floor behind Satoru as he cooks at the stove. He throws some broccoli in the microwave so that it can steam while he cooks the chicken and the rice cooks in the small machine on the counter. Surprisingly quickly, Satoru is plating up the food and setting it on the dining table. He runs back into the kitchen to grab a pair of chopsticks before sitting back down at the table.

It’s nothing special, but it gets the job done. He quickly finishes up eating, making sure to put the leftovers in the fridge. Making his way back into the bedroom, he looks at his hair in the mirror just inside his bedroom door. “Woah.” He says, noting the messy pieces. He brushes his fingers through it, successfully smoothing down the pieces that were previously sticking up in various directions. He flashes himself a smile in the mirror and continues on into his bathroom. 

He washes his face and dries it with the towel before putting on a little bit more moisturizer, feeling dry from the cold winter air. He then focuses much more on his hair, making sure that not a single hair was out of place, even lightly spraying it with hair spray to make sure it stayed nice the whole night. After he’s pleased with the way it looks, he flicks off the light and heads back out into his bedroom and into his closet. 

Satoru rifles through the hanging pants until he finds the straight leg black trousers he’s looking for. He hangs them to the side and goes back to find a white button up knit collared shirt with short sleeves, which are cuffed. He pulls the two pieces out and hangs them on the back of his closet door as he strips out of his sweats and shirt. Music plays softly through the speaker on his dresser as he pulls the neatly hung pants off of the hanger and steps into them before he pulls them up. He unbuttons the shirt before pulling it over his arms and buttoning it up, leaving the top two buttons opened. He tucks it into his plants, leaving a little bit of room to move around. Finally, he grabs a black leather belt with a silver rectangular buckle and slips it through the loops on his pants, pulling it tight and slipping it back through the buckle to secure it.

Pulling open the top drawer of his dresser, he pulls out a pair of purple socks with brightly colored fish on them. “No one’s gonna see these, so might as well have some fun, huh Shi?” He says, looking over at Shiro who was still sitting at her spot on the bed, looking over at Satoru as he pulls on the socks. He rubs her on the head as he passes back by, earning a surprised noise out of her which puts a smile on Satoru’s face. 

He walks back into the bathroom and flicks the light back on, checking his hair once more and deciding on Tom Ford Tobacco Vanille as his scent for the night. He spritzes it a couple times over his neck and one on each wrist before setting it back on the tray on his counter alongside various other scents. For the last time, Satoru flicks off the bathroom light and beads back into his closet. 

He picks up a simple silver chain from the small hooks along the back of one of the segments of his closet, unclasping it and hooking it back behind the back of his neck again with ease. Finally, he opens a drawer full of watches and pulls out one of the 4 silver ones he has. He slips the watch onto his wrist and clasps it closed as he turns off the light in his closet and shuts the door behind him. He takes one last look at himself in the mirror next to his bedroom door before he exits back out into the main living room. 

Satoru opens up the closet near the front door and grabs out a black leather jacket to pull the entire look together, but also to keep him warm on his way over to Shoko’s and then to the restaurant. He finishes it up by pulling on his pair of black chelsea boots before grabbing his wallet and keys from the bowl. Satoru drops his wallet into his back pocket and grabs his sunglasses, putting them on before pulling open the front door and stepping out into the hallway. “I’ll be back later, Shi!” He calls out into the apartment behind him as he pulls the door closed, ensuring that it’s locked behind him before putting his keys in his pocket. 

He looks down at his watch, hoping that he isn’t running behind. 4:55. I should be good if I walk quickly and don’t miss the 5:00 train. Thankfully, for the second time that day, Satoru is able to make it all the way down to the lobby without the elevator having to stop on the way down. He pushes open the large doors of the building and sticks his hands in the pockets of his jacket as the chilly air hits him.

His long legs carry him quickly to the station in time for the 5:00 train. Satoru takes an empty seat close to the door and pulls out his phone, seeing a text from Shoko.  

‘You better be on your way.’ Satoru reads from 2 minutes ago. He unlocks his phone and his fingers quickly type out the response before sending it back.

‘I am on the train as we type.’ Satoru shoots back at her. Shoko immediately reads it, but doesn’t send back an answer. He smiles to himself as he slips his phone back into his pocket, patiently waiting for his stop which quickly approaches. 

Satoru stands up and is swiftly out of the doors, trying to make it to Shoko’s quickly, but also feeling nerves building in his stomach at the thought of having to see Suguru. He’s excited, but also kind of feels like he’s going to throw up at the thought. Is this the hangover or is it anxiety? He hadn’t had so much anxiety about being around anyone ever, before Suguru. Before Satoru knows it, he see’s Shoko’s building up ahead of him, and what looks to be like Suguru walking towards him from the other direction? 

The closer he gets, he recognizes that the dark long haired man walking towards him is, in fact, Suguru. Satoru smiles to himself as he sees him in something that he’s never seen him wear before. He has on a dark brown, almost coffee-colored turtleneck sweater, along with black tapered pants and a belt with a gold buckle. To wrap it all together, he had on some black oxfords and a long black coat on top. He looks absolutely perfect, Satoru thinks to himself as Suguru waves and calls out as the two get closer together.

“Yo! Satoru!” He calls out, the two meeting in front of Shoko’s apartment building. Satoru smiles back at him as he walks up to him, realizing that he looks even better up close. “You look good, man.” He says, clapping his hand onto Satoru’s shoulder. He lets it rest there for a split second before giving Satoru’s shoulder the slightest squeeze and letting his arm fall back down to his side, brushing his shoulder lightly as he lets it fall. Satoru notices the small gesture and has to control his face so as to not show that the action had any effect on him when it very much did. Holy shit, what was that?

Satoru smiles back at him as they approach the front doors of the building. Satoru types in Shoko’s apartment number on the call box and presses the call button. “You look good too!” He says back at him, turning back around to face Suguru, really getting a good look at him as they wait for Shoko to unlock the door. Suguru smiles back at him, his cheeks slightly pink. The door clicks behind Satoru and he turns back around, opening it and stepping aside, allowing Suguru to step inside first.

“Thank you,” He says, softly with a smile as he ducks past Satoru through the door, his hands stuffed into his pockets. The door closes behind Satoru and they make their way over to the elevator. Satoru presses the up arrow and turns back around to look at Suguru again. “I’m glad to see that you’re alive.” Suguru says, a smile still on his face as he looks into Satoru’s eyes. Satoru holds the eye contact for as long as he can before he has to look away or risk his face turning as red as a tomato at the small gesture. He looks down at the ground, his hands suddenly clamming up in his pockets.

“Well, i did sleep until 12:30, I think that helped a little bit.” He remembers the rest of his morning as the elevator dings and the doors open. As they step inside, Satoru finishes his sentence, pressing the button for the 14th floor. “I think taking a shower also helped me to feel better.” He says, remembering his shower from earlier in the morning, his ears starting to get hot as he thinks about it again, but now with Suguru standing less than a meter away from him. He sneaks small looks at him, unable to stop looking at how the brown sweater fits over his broad chest and his hair cascades down his back, perfect looking in his normal half up half down style.

The elevator approaches the 14th floor and opens quietly to the brightly colored mural that covers the wall. Satoru steps out first and takes a left before knocking on the 5th door down the hallway. It takes a few moments until they hear rapid footsteps approaching the door and then the sound of the lock being unlocked. Shoko pulls open the front door and looks at her friends that stand in the hallway, standing in a mid length dark green velvet dress with a slit up the leg.

“Oh hey! You’re both here!” She says, sounding excited to see the two of them. Satoru and Suguru turn to look at each other, eyebrows raised before they turn back to face Shoko. 

“Are you already drunk?” Suguru asks as he follows Shoko into her apartment. Satoru follows closely behind, making sure to close and lock the door behind him. They both kick off their shoes by the door and hang up their coats, now feeling plenty warm inside of Shoko’s home. Now that Suguru’s coat is off, he pushes his sleeves up his arms, revealing the gold watch he’d picked out, along with the veins going up his arms which Satoru can’t seem to snap his attention away from. 

“I’ve had a couple drinks already, yeah.” Shoko says, sitting down onto her couch, giggling back at Satoru and Suguru as they follow her into the living room. Satoru already decides that ordering an uber will be much easier than trying to wrangle Shoko to walk anywhere. He pulls out his phone and does it quickly, knowing that they will be leaving fairly soon.

“How many is a couple?” Suguru asks, sitting down in the chair next to the couch. Satoru stands back and leans his elbows on the kitchen counter, looking at the two of them from where he stood. Suguru looks back at Satoru as they wait for an answer, smiling and shaking his head before turning back to look at their already drunk friend. She fails to answer and Satoru finds a glass from one of the cabinets in the kitchen. He fills it up with water and hands it to Suguru to give to Shoko. 

“How about you drink this and then we’ll go to the party, okay?” Suguru says, grabbing the glass of water from Satoru and handing it over to Shoko. She grabs it and eagerly takes a sip, looking disappointed when she realizes that it’s water. She huffs out and drinks it, knowing that her friends won’t let her leave until she does so. Suguru turns back to look at Satoru once more, the two making eye contact again, except Satoru isn’t the one to look away first. Suguru turns back to Shoko, leaving Satoru with a blush on his cheeks just at the eye contact. He smiles as he watches Shoko down her water and stand up from her spot on the couch.

“Okay let’s go!” She says, hurrying towards the front door. 

“Hey slow down there, speed demon, where are your shoes?” Satoru asks, turning around to follow Shoko towards the front door. She stops and runs into her room, grabbing a pair of black heels and slipping them on, matching perfectly with the dark green dress she has on. 

“You also definitely need a coat, or you’ll freeze out there.” Suguru calls out from behind, stepping up to stand behind Satoru. Close enough that Satoru is able to smell the familiar scent of warm cashmere and pine that he’s become used to. He smiles as he takes in a deep breath. Shoko grabs a long black coat from her front closet and pulls it on over her dress. 

“Okay, let’s go!” She says, enthusiastically, opening the front door and grabbing her bag. The trio steps out into the hallway, Suguru making sure the door is locked behind them as they make their way back towards the elevator. 

“I got us an uber,” Satoru hangs back to let Suguru know. “I think that’ll be much easier than trying to get her to walk anywhere at this point.” Suguru smiles and nods his head at Satoru as they catch up to Shoko and step into the elevator. The ride is mostly quiet - besides Shoko randomly giggling about something to herself - and they head back down to the lobby, stopping once to pick up someone else that was also heading down to the lobby. 

The three of them walk out the front doors and immediately see the car waiting for them. Shoko climbs into the front seat, making Suguru and Satoru sit in the back seat together. Satoru climbs in and slides all the way through, allowing Suguru to climb in behind him. The ride is less than 10 minutes, but their knees bump against each other no less than 4 times. The first time, it’s purely an accident, causing both of them to recoil ever so slightly, not wanting to make the other uncomfortable. The second time is also an accident, as far as Satoru knows. The third time is because Satoru deliberately bumps his knee into Suguru’s, causing a smile to form on both of their faces. The fourth time, Suguru makes it very obvious that he does it on purpose, causing a small laugh to come out of Satoru’s mouth. Shoko turns around to see what’s so funny, but that’s when the driver pulls up in front of the restaurant. 

“Thank you!” Satoru calls out to the driver as he follows Suguru out of the door, closing it carefully behind him. Shoko closes her door and follows the two towards the front doors of the restaurant. Satoru hurries in front of them and opens the door, allowing both of them inside, earning a “Thank you,” out of both Shoko and Suguru as they enter. Immediately, they see the restaurant is filled with coworkers, as well as many of their partners. Satoru spots Nanami talking with Yaga towards the front of the room. I didn’t know he was gonna be here, Satoru thinks as he notices them. He still feels bad about his presentation from the morning before. I’ll just stay away from him for tonight. 

Shoko immediately spots Utahime over by the bar and runs off to talk to her, leaving Suguru and Satoru standing alone together, unsure of what to do now. “Do you want something to drink?” Suguru asks, looking over at Satoru who shakes his head.

“I think I’m good, especially after last night.” He says, remembering his pounding headache from this morning. 

“Not even a Shirley Temple with extra grenadine and extra cherries?” Suguru asks, raising his eyebrows in fake surprise. Satoru smiles uncontrollably. He remembered my drink. He thinks for a moment, looking up into the ceiling. 

“Actually, I would love one of those, Suguru.” He finally responds, allowing his name to drip out of his mouth, sounding warm and comforting. Suguru smiles as he turns around to walk towards the bar.

“I’ll be right back, Satoru.” He says, returning his name in the same way. Satoru blushes at the sound of it, turning around to look at who else he sees in the crowd. He notices that Shoko and Utahime have moved to a table, and they seem to now be joined by Ijichi and Haibara. Shoko looked to be telling an extravagant story with the way she’s throwing her arms around. Satoru smiles to himself, happy to see that she's having a good time. He’s easily the best dressed person here, Satoru thinks with a smirk as he looks around at the restaurant full of his coworkers. 

Suguru quickly comes back holding two drinks in his hands. Satoru holds out his hands and grabs the one that is very obviously his. “Thanks Suguruuu.” Satoru says, drawing out his name. Suguru smiles as he takes a sip of his drink, giving it a taste. 

“Back corner?” He asks, gesturing towards an empty table in the corner of the room. Satoru turns to look and faces Suguru once again with a giant smile on his face at the suggestion. 

“Oh absolutely!” Satoru calls out, excitedly. He heads back towards the corner, feeling Suguru following closely behind. They quickly reach the table and take seats in two of the four chairs at the table. This section of the restaurant was much less saturated with people, so it was much more quiet and easy to hear each other talk. “I don’t think I know who even a quarter of these people are, do we really work with them?” Satoru asks, looking at Suguru as he sits down in the chair. Suguru lets out a chuckle at Satoru’s question. I’ll ask a million stupid questions just to hear that sound; it’s music to my ears. 

“I think most of them, yeah.” He answers, still smiling at the question from Satoru. “But I still only know a couple people here.” Suguru says, slipping his coat off and over the back of his chair. He pushes his sleeves back up, revealing his gold watch and several rings that Satoru hadn’t noticed until now. He swallows thickly and his eyes widen slightly at the sight. He’s thankful that Suguru is looking down at his drink so that he doesn’t see his reaction. Satoru also decides to shrug his jacket off over his chair, revealing his bare arms and his silver watch upon his wrist. “I like your watch.” Suguru says as Satoru rests his elbows on the table, earning a smile from him.

“Thanks,” He says, his nose scrunching slightly as he says it. “My parents got it for me as a present when I finished school.” Satoru explains, remembering the day he received it. Suguru smiles, taking another sip of his drink, the ice sliding around as he moves the glass. Satoru’s eyes flicker back down to the gold watch on Suguru’s wrist. “I like your watch too.” He blurts out, earning another chuckle from Suguru. 

“Thank you,” He starts, bringing one arm up to scratch the back of his neck at the compliment. “It used to be my dad’s but he gave it to me when I finished school.” He explains, having a very similar story to Satoru’s. The two of them smile as they realize it. Satoru and Suguru suddenly hear a yell and turn around to see Shoko excitedly explaining something, now with more people gathered around her table listening to whatever story she’s telling. 

“How long before we have to drag her out of here?” Satoru asks, pointing his thumb back at Shoko. Suguru smiles and breathes out of his nose. He looks down at the table, trying to take a real guess.

“Well, it’s almost 6 now, so maybe 9:30 at the latest?” Suguru suggests, trying to actually be realistic. 

“That’s what I was gonna say!” Satoru shoots back, excitedly, his voice raising slightly. Suguru smiles at his excited response. Satoru sips on his drink, quickly finishing it and eating the cherries sitting in the bottom of the glass. Suguru also finishes his first drink at the same time.

“You want another one?” Suguru asks, standing up and grabbing the two empty glasses. 

“Oh don’t worry I can-” Satoru starts, but Suguru cuts him off abruptly, shaking his head and holding up his hand to stop Satoru from standing up.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ve got it. One more?” Satoru swears his heart skips a beat in his chest and smiles up at Suguru, seeing his bangs hang slightly in front of his honey brown eyes. He nods his head with nothing more than a smile. He couldn’t even say anything if he wanted to in that moment. Holy shit, I’m going to lose my mind, he’s actually going to be the death of me. Satoru thinks to himself, watching as Suguru walks back up to the bar. As he approaches the bar and talks to the bartender, he pulls his phone out of his pocket. He seems to read a text and looks back up to the bartender, looking like he’s telling them something. 

Satoru looks down at his phone as he waits for Suguru to come back, not wanting to just be staring at him the whole time. He’s scrolling instagram when Suguru walks back up and sets his drink down on the table in front of him. 

“Hey, um- I’ll be back, but my neighbor just texted me saying that there’s an alarm or something going off in my apartment, so I gotta go see what it is, but I should be back soon.” Suguru says, grabbing his coat from the back of his chair. Not even bothering to sit back down at the table. Satoru feels a pang of disappointment in his chest at the sound of that. 

“Oh, yeah, no worries! I’ll be here when you get back.” Satoru says, looking up at him with a smile. Suguru’s eyes squeeze nearly shut with the smile he gives Satoru before turning and heading towards the front doors, quickly opening them and making his way out of the restaurant into the cold December air. 

“I guess I’ll go see what Shoko’s up to.” Satoru says to himself, standing up from the table and grabbing his drink, as well as his coat. He makes his way over to the table; the crowd that had gathered around was now dispersed and only Shoko, Utahime, and Ijichi remained at the table. “Is this seat taken?” He asks as he puts his hand on the back of the empty chair next to Shoko. She quickly turns her head upon hearing the voice behind her.

“Gojo! Where have you been?” She asks excitedly as Satoru sits down in the chair next to her. Utahime rolls her eyes and lets out a dramatic sigh. 

“You know you love me, Utahime. You’re just mad because you don’t get to go to Shanghai with us.” She shakes her head.

“I’d rather eat dirt than be stuck with you for a 3 day weekend.” Utahime shoots back, crossing her arms with a disgusted look on her face.

“You’re my favorite coworker too, Utahimeee.” He says, drawing out the end of her name. Shoko is entertained by the interaction but Ijichi just looks horrified. 

“They’re always like this.” Shoko does her best to whisper, holding up her hands as a barrier between Satoru and Utahime. Ijichi smiles at the statement, just happy to be there. 

“How ya feelin’?” Satoru asks, turning his attention over to Shoko, resting the side of his head on his hand that’s propped up on his elbow. She turns to look at him and has what is very clearly a drunken smile on her face.

“Not drunk enough.” She says, mirroring Satoru’s position, leaning her head on her hand. Satoru smiles at her as she does so, shaking his head with a soft chuckle. 

“You are crazy.” He says, widening his eyes and jetting out his head towards her. 

“I’m getting another drink.” She says, standing up and making her way back over towards the bar. 

“I told you, Utahime, we shouldn’t have had the open bar.” Satoru says, sitting back in his chair and crossing his arms. 

“I’m gonna go with Shoko.” She says, ignoring him and suddenly standing up before turning to swiftly follow behind her. Satoru takes a deep breath and furrows his eyebrows and turns to look at Ijichi, the only one left at the table.

“How you doin’, Ijichi?” Satoru asks, sitting forward and resting his elbows on the table once more, clasping his fingers together.

“I’m good, thanks.” He starts, quietly. “How are you?” He asks back, trying to be polite.

“I’m also good, thanks for asking, Ijichi.” He says, smiling at him before asking him a question. “You drinking anything?” 

Ijichi stutters a moment before responding. “Uh- no, just water, I guess.” Satoru looks taken aback at his comment, putting his hand to his chest as if he had just been shot.

“Not even a soda or something?” He asks, dramatically, looking over as a slightly terrified looking Ijichi. He just shakes his head. Satoru looks at him for a moment, thinking about his next question. “You like Shoko, huh?” He asks, a smirk on his face as Ijichi’s face turns a bright red. He becomes a flustered mess, not knowing what to say.

“Uh, wha- what? I-” He chuckles nervously, trying to think of an answer while Satoru watches him squirm in his seat. 

“I’m just messin’ with ya,” Satoru says, waving his hand at him, a smile on his face as he sees Shoko and Utahime heading back towards the table. Ijichi feels a huge relief when they walk up behind him, taking their same seats as before. Shoko now has a drink in each hand, and Satoru looks over at Utahime. “What kind of friend are you, letting her get this drunk, and at a work event? Ugh.” He says, sighing dramatically, just trying to mess with Utahime. If she had rolled her eyes any harder, they would’ve popped out of her head. Satoru laughs at the sight, looking back over at Shoko when a voice comes through the speakers in the ceiling.

“He-Hello? Can everybody hear me?” Says a voice. Everyone looks around, trying to find the source of the familiar voice of their boss, Nanami. Eventually, everyone is turned to look at him as he stands in the middle of the main room. “Hello, everyone, first off, I want to thank you all for being here tonight.”

~~~~~~~~~~

“Shit” Suguru hisses out as he reads the text from his next door neighbor. He slips his phone back in his pocket and leans back over towards the bartender. “Can I actually just have the shirley temple?” He asks. The man behind the bar nods his head and adds the extra cherries into Satoru’s drink before placing it on the small napkin in front of Suguru. “Thank you!” He says with a smile as he picks up the drink, walking back to Satoru at the table in the corner. He feels disappointment, knowing that he’ll have to leave, especially when Satoru is waiting for him dressed like that. His biceps underneath the cuffs of the white knitted top he’s wearing. The top two buttons undone and the chain against his pale chest. His long legs in the straight black pants, all of it together was driving him crazy. He approaches the table and sets down Satoru’s drink in front of him, a frown tugging at the corners of his mouth. 

“Hey, um- I’ll be back, but my neighbor just texted me saying that there’s an alarm or something going off in my apartment, so I gotta go see what it is, but I should be back soon.” Suguru says, grabbing his coat from the back of his chair. He swears he sees Satoru’s face flicker with sadness, but if he’s actually sad, he hides it well.

“Oh, yeah, no worries! I’ll be here when you get back.” Satoru says, looking up at him with that smile. God, he makes it even harder to leave. Suguru’s eyes squeeze nearly shut with the smile he gives Satoru before turning and heading towards the front doors, putting his coat on as he walks. He pushes the door open, holding it for a few of his coworkers walking inside. 

He takes an immediate right and looks down at the map he has pulled up on his phone to get back to his apartment. It’s only a 20 minute walk, so he decides to enjoy the way back to his apartment, taking in his new surroundings. He smiles to himself, already thinking about Satoru waiting for him to get back. I don’t even know how someone could look so good in an outfit. He shakes his head as he continues on down the sidewalk, shoving his phone back in his pocket, trying to keep his hands warm.  The walk is uneventful, but he finds himself unable to think about anything other than what Satoru is doing, if he’s having a good time, or perhaps if he’s waiting for his return. 

His long legs make quick work of the walk and he sees his building come into view. Suguru pulls open the front door and heads straight for the stairs. He runs up the stairs, skipping steps as he goes. He sighs and shakes his head in annoyance as he hears the alarm his neighbor was describing as he makes it up to the third floor of the building, hearing his phone ding in his pocket at the same time, but choosing to ignore it for now. 

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“Shoko, you really need to slow down, or I’m gonna have to take you home.” Satoru warns as Shoko sips on her drink through a straw, looking at him with glossed over eyes. “You need some water.” He says, placing a glass of water in front of her that he had Ijichi grab from the bar for him. He takes the glass out of her hand and replaces it with the glass of water. She doesn’t even seem to notice when Satoru puts her straw into the water. He’s just happy that she’s drinking some water, even if he has to trick her to do it.

“Why don’t you guys jus’ kiss already?” Shoko blurts out, looking over with her eyebrows furrowed like she's trying to seem intimidating. Satoru’s face turns bright red and hot to the touch as he nearly chokes on nothing but air. He almost feels like his body goes numb from the waist down.

“Uh- what?” Satoru asks, trying to seem like he has no idea what she’s talking about. Shoko doesn’t answer and just laughs in Satoru’s face, not even remembering what she had just asked her friend. Satoru feels like his heart is going to explode out of his chest as he thinks about what Shoko just said. What the fuck? Can she read minds or something? Am I really that obvious? His mind is racing with a million different things as Shoko continues laughing like a maniac. “You really are something, you know that? I think it’s about time we get you home.” Satoru says, standing up and pulling on his jacket. Shoko whines out in protest, but Satoru doesn’t want to hear any of it. He successfully ushers her up out of her seat and towards the front door. 

“I don’t wanna yet thoo,” She cries out as Satoru puts her arms into her coat, pulling it up to her shoulders. Satoru puts his arm around her waist loosely, trying to keep her upright as she walks.

“Shoko, I already have an uber waiting. If you wanna keep going, you can do it in your own home, okay?” He says, knowing that he hasn’t even ordered it yet and just needs an excuse to get her out the door. He holds open the front door, allowing Shoko out first and he follows her out, pulling out his phone to order an uber, which thankfully there are plenty around. By the time Satoru gets Shoko out towards the curb, the driver is pulling up. He gets Shoko into the car first and then climbs in after her. 

The ride is short, yet Shoko manages to make small talk with the driver and becomes quick friends with him. Satoru smiles as the two talk, Shoko very obviously drunk out of her mind, and the driver that just goes along with it. Shit. Satoru thinks as they turn the corner onto Shoko’s street. He pulls out his phone and starts a short text to Suguru, remembering that he said he would be there when he returned.

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Suguru makes his way back to the restaurant about an hour after he first left. As it turned out, the alarm was in fact not coming from his apartment and his neighbor just wasted his time without even thinking to ask any of the other neighbors. He was trying not to make enemies with his neighbors, but this one in particular is already on Suguru’s bad side. Already irritated by having to leave in the first place, he feels like he has smoke coming out of his ears on the walk back to the party. He eventually calms back down thinking about getting back to hanging out with Satoru, and Shoko if she’s around, but mostly Satoru. 

By the time Suguru makes it back to the restaurant, Satoru and Shoko have left. He looks around the entire restaurant, starting in the back corner where he left Satoru, only to see the table taken up by a couple of coworkers he recognized from when he was training with Haibara. He makes his way over towards the direction where he last saw Shoko, but doesn’t see them there either. What the hell? He feels a pang of hurt in his chest as he sees Haibara at a table nearby.

“Hey, Haibara,” He starts out, causing Haibara to turn around, drink in hand to see who it was.

“Oh, hey Geto!” He says, clearly excited to see Suguru. “I feel like I haven’t seen you since you got drone training!” 

Suguru laughs awkwardly, not completely sure of what to say. “Yeah, I’ve been busy… Sorry to bother you, but you haven’t seen Satoru or Shoko anywhere, have you?” Haibara shakes his head no, but one of the other men at the table speaks up after hearing Suguru ask his question.

“I saw them leaving together just a little bit ago!” He calls out, his drink sloshing as he talks and his cheeks pink. Everyone at this table was very obviously drunk and feeling rowdy. “They looked pretty touchy on their way out, i wouldn’t be surprised if-”

“Thank you.” Suguru says, cutting off the man’s sentence before he could finish it. He clenches his jaw, turning around and heading towards the front door. What the fuck? What the fuck??? He feels like he’s just been punched in the stomach. I just need to get some air. Suguru bursts out of the front doors of the restaurant, opting to sit on one of the benches just outside. He puts his elbows on his knees and rests his head in his hands, taking a deep breath. What am I even upset about in the first place? It’s not like we’re together. Suguru stares at the ground in front of him, taking a few deep breaths before pulling his phone out of his pocket, thinking to check his notifications.

Suguru sees two text notifications. One from Satoru from 4 minutes ago, and one from Shoko about 30 minutes ago. He checks the one from Shoko first, knowing that this was the ding that his phone made when he reached his apartment. Suguru clicks on the notification and his eyes widen as he reads the message.

‘why dk t u guys jist kiss alreaxyy??’ 

He feels himself go stiff as he reads the words on his screen, even if they are horribly misspelled. What the hell? How much more did she drink while I was gone? He forgets that he was even upset and thinks about Satoru, smiling at the thought, even though Shoko never even mentioned a name. Do I really show it that much? He worries about being too obvious about how he feels about Satoru, especially around Shoko who somehow notices everything. He shakes his head and tries to forget about it, writing it off to more of Shoko’s drunken ramblings and goes to open the text from Satoru. 

‘Call me when u get this’ It reads. He feels a weight lift off of his shoulders as he reads it, not even having a clue as to what he was thinking was happening just moments ago. He clicks on Satoru’s contact card and presses his phone number before pressing his phone to his ear. It rings once, before he hears the noise of Satoru answering and Shoko making noise in the background.

“Get into bed or drink some water! Pick one I don’t care!” He yells at her, very obviously  keeping his mouth away from the phone so as to not shout directly into Suguru’s ear. “Hey, sorry about that, come to Sho’s.” Satoru says, a smile on his face upon hearing Satoru’s voice on the other side of the phone. “Where are you?” He asks as Suguru stands up.

“Uh, I’m back at the restaurant, why?” Suguru asks, slowly starting to walk towards the direction of Shoko’s apartment.

“I’m sending you an uber, see you when you get here, I’ve got a drunkie to take care of in the meantime.” Satoru says before the phone call abruptly ends. Suguru laughs to himself upon hearing the chaos that awaits him at Shoko’s place. The car soon after pulls up and Suguru climbs in the back seat. The ride is silent, except for the soft “Thank you,” that Suguru says as he climbs out of the car, now in front of Shoko’s apartment. He walks up and types her apartment number on the call box, not having to wait long for the front door to click and allow him to pull it open.

The whole elevator ride up, Suguru’s preparing himself to see Satoru again, excited to be back with his friends. The elevator doors open to reveal the mural on the 14th floor and Suguru makes his way to Shoko’s door, giving the handle a try to see if it’s open, and to his surprise, it turns. He pushes open the door and makes his way into Shoko’s home, taking off his shoes before walking in further and locking the door behind him.

“Shoko?” He calls out into the apartment, not wanting to alarm either of them with his presence. “Satoru?” He adds, making his way in towards the living room where he finally sees Satoru sitting on the couch, holding a long pointer finger up to his lips, indicating that he needs to be quiet. 

“Shhhh.” Satoru says with wide eyes and raised eyebrows as Suguru joins him in the living room, taking off his coat and hanging it on the coat rack next to the hallway. “She’s sleeping, I hope.” Satoru says softly as Suguru sits down next to him on the couch, a fairly small gap between the two. Suguru smiles, looking over at Satoru who looked somehow even better now. His hair disheveled, his shirt slightly untucked.

“Looks like she really put you through it.” Suguru says, with a smile. Satoru can’t help but smile at the ground as he looks at himself. Damn, he really looks good.

“Yeah she got me good. She didn't even make it to 8, let alone 9:30” He responds, laughing quietly. “Did you get the alarm figured out?” Satoru asks, curious about where Suguru had to disappear to.

“It turns out it wasn’t even coming from my apartment.” Suguru explains, causing Satoru’s mouth to fall open dramatically.

“No way.” Satoru says, putting his hands to his cheeks and letting his mouth fall open.

“Okay, I feel like you’re mocking me.” Suguru teases as Satoru continues with the gestures and faces. They sit in silence for a couple moments before Suguru speaks up again. “Did you have a good night, at least?” He asks leaning back and resting his elbow over the back of the couch, his upper body now turned towards Satoru, who looks back at him in the dimly lit living room.

“It was alright, but if I’m being honest, I much rather would've just hung out with you all night.” Satoru says, looking down at the ground before turning back to look at Suguru. He feels like his entire body is instantaneously on fire hearing him say that. He thinks back to the text from Shoko earlier. Does she know something that I don’t? Suguru imagines grabbing Satoru’s face and just kissing him in the moment. He longs to know how his lips feel against his, how his mouth tastes, what his skin feels like under his touch. Suguru doesn’t know how to respond, other than with a smile. You’re really thinking about kissing him right now? Friends don’t think that about their friends, Suguru, he thinks to himself, knowing perfectly well that he wishes they were more than friends.

“Me too.” He says quietly, rubbing the back of his head nervously. He fidgets with his hair, running his hand through it and brushing his fingers through the ends, not ever wanting his time with Satoru to end, but also knowing that he has a cat at home. “If you need to take care of Shiro, I can stay here, Satoru.” He says, looking over as the white haired man raises his eyebrows.

“Aw, you really don’t have to do that Suguru.” Satoru says, reluctantly standing up from his spot on the couch.

“No really, it’s okay. She’s probably hungry.” He says, a smile on his face thinking about the fuzzy white cat waiting for Satoru to come home and feed her. “I’ll get you a ride.” He says, looking up at Satoru as he heads over to grab his coat off of the rack.

“No, don’t worry about it, I can take the tra-”

Suguru cuts him off once again. “Too late,” He says, looking over at Satoru with a smile. “It’s already on its way.” He says, cheerily, knowing that he’s lying. Satoru shakes his head at him as he makes his way towards the front door, a smile on his face and a blush on his cheeks, thankfully not visible in the dimly lit apartment. Suguru watches as Satoru pulls on his shoes. “Text me when you get home?” He says as Satoru stands back up. He raises his eyebrows in response, not knowing how to respond at first, the request surprising him. 

“Yeah! Definitely. I will.” He says, sounding flustered, making Suguru smirk. Satoru turns around and opens the door, Suguru right behind him as the harsh light from the hallway pours into Shoko’s apartment. 

“Goodnight, Satoru,” Suguru says as Satoru steps out into the hallway. Satoru’s back is to Suguru, so he can’t see the face that Satoru makes, hearing that in person. His blue eyes widen and his face gets hot, thinking about the first time he heard it over the phone. It sounded even better now in person.

“Goodnight Suguru.” He says, turning around to walk backwards towards the elevator with a smile. Satoru makes it down to the elevator and presses the button to go down to the lobby. Suguru hangs onto the doorframe as he hangs out into the hallway.

“Goodnight, Satoru.” Suguru repeats once more, watching Satoru as he waits for the elevator at the end of the hallway. This time, it’s softer, warmer almost.

“Goodnight, Suguru.” Satoru responds in a soft voice, the elevator doors opening in front of him. 

“Goodnight, Satoru.” Suguru calls out one last time, barely loud enough for him to hear, earning a whisper in response from Satoru. 

“Goodnight, Suguru.” Suguru can read on Satoru’s lips just before he disappears into the elevator. He lingers in the doorway until he hears the elevator doors come to a close. Unable to keep his beaming smile suppressed as he backs into Shoko’s apartment, he closes and locks the door in front of him. He quickly pulls out his phone and orders the uber that he said was already waiting downstairs, leaning his back up against the inside of the front door to take a deep breath before letting out an exasperated sigh, his heart beating hard in his chest. Suguru stays there for a moment longer, thinking about the night.

He makes his way back to sit down on Shoko’s couch, scrolling through his phone to try to distract himself when he hears a set of tiny footsteps walking out towards the living room from the direction of Shoko’s room. He looks up to see what the sound is and is greeted with a meow. “Hey Kai!” Suguru says, projecting a whisper. He pats the couch next to him and the siamese cat quickly joins him on the couch to see who’s in his home. “Did you miss me buddy? It hasn’t been too long since I saw you last.” He continues to whisper, now giving the cat scratches under his chin. 

With a smile, Suguru continues petting Shoko’s cat as he crawls up into his lap. “You have such beautiful eyes, Kai… They remind me of someone I know...” He says, trailing off slightly. He turns his head to look towards the window, admiring the moon in the sky peaking through the various buildings that towered around. “I really gotta move somewhere with a better view.” He whispers to the cat, now purring in his lap from the scratches. Suguru can’t help but smile at the tiny creature in his lap that barely knows him, but already has so much love for him. “I think I gotta get a cat too, huh, Kai?” The cat doesn’t make a sound, too preoccupied with Suguru’s hands to even hear him. He smiles to himself at the thought. 

Suguru sits quietly in the dim living room, petting Kai on the couch until he jumps off of his lap, heading back towards Shoko’s room. Standing up, Suguru decides that it’s probably a good idea for him to check up on Shoko. He quietly makes his way down the hallway, making sure not to make any noise. He peeks his head into her room, seeing a peacefully sleeping Shoko, shoes on the floor and green dress still on. He silently chuckles to himself at the sight before pulling the door most of the way closed, leaving it open just enough for Kai to get in and out. 

Walking back out towards the living room, Suguru notices the pictures Shoko has hung on her wall. They’re made up mostly of family photos, pictures from vacations, pictures with friends, and Suguru notices a picture of a very young looking Shoko sitting on the bench of a picnic table. Next to her sits a skinny boy with snow white hair and wearing round black sunglasses. Suguru gets closer to the picture, not believing that it’s Satoru. When he gets close enough, it’s undeniable with those bright blue eyes and white hair that it’s him, not to mention the obnoxious look on his face. He can’t help but smile big at the sight of a high school aged Shoko and Satoru. He crosses his arms in front of his chest, looking over the rest of the pictures to see if he sees any other pictures of them from school. He doesn’t see any, but he does find one of him and Shoko when they were both less than two years old. He’d seen the picture a million times from his mom; it was impossible to miss. A tiny Suguru and an even tinier Shoko sitting inside of a large bin, squished together, the biggest smiles on their faces. He doesn’t remember it, but he smiles at the sight of the photo. 

He feels his phone vibrate in his pocket and pulls it out to see that it’s a text from Satoru. A smile appears on his face almost automatically upon seeing his name pop up on the screen. He slides it open and reads the text.

‘Made it home! Shiro thanks you and misses you! 😄’ He reads just before another text comes in. It’s a picture of Shiro looking up at the camera, Satoru’s purple socks with fish on them also in the picture. 

‘Nice socks.’ Suguru sends back with a smile on his face as he sits back down on Shoko’s couch, spreading his legs as he leans back into the cushions. Immediately, the three little dots pop up and Suguru eagerly waits for an answer that comes quickly.

‘You should see what’s under them 😏’

Suguru lets out a small laugh at the joke. He holds down and uses the haha reaction before typing out his final response, his eyelids starting to feel slightly heavy, especially after not getting much sleep the night before. 

‘Goodnight Satoru :)’ He sends back, a soft smile still resting on his face. Satoru almost immediately types back his response.

‘Goodnight Suguru :)’ He reads it, hearing Satoru’s voice perfectly in his mind. He locks his phone and holds it to his chest, almost overwhelmed with happiness. 

As Suguru is about to let himself succumb to the sleepiness that he feels taking over his body he lets out one last “Goodnight Satoru,” purely for himself to hear. He lets his eyes fall shut, a smile still on his face as he drifts off to sleep. 

chapter 7

[violetsareblue-selfships]

#30. Flowers / Snow

Selfshiptober 2024 | [WC: 542] / honestly how could i have picked any other f/o for this than zayne? like it fits so well :3 anyways~ it's cute i hope you enjoy it ^^

"Silly girl," Zayne admonishes softly when he sees her bare hands. Everything else spells out that she'd prepared to head out in the snowy weather aside from this.

Honestly, it doesn't make sense to him. She's wearing a proper coat, a beanie that covers her ears, and a scarf. How she managed to forget her gloves, he'll never know.

"I should let you suffer - natural consequences and all that. But--" He reaches into his pocket, pulling out a spare pair of gloves. "Here." Both of them know he'd never let her risk something that could hurt her.

Her pretty hazel eyes brighten and she reaches for the gloves. "Thank you, Zayne," She says sheepishly, pulling the garments over her hands. A soft sigh leaves her mouth at how warm they are from being tucked against his body.

They're a little big, given that they're a spare of his, but she doesn't mind. In fact, given her penchant for stealing his clothes, she might even prefer it this way.

"Mm." Zayne nods. "Come on," He murmurs, taking one of her hands in his as he heads down the sidewalk toward his car.

Sometimes, on her days off, she'll walk to the hospital to 'pick him up' from work. In this weather, it's sweet but a little foolish. Though, she's always loved colder weather more, so maybe this doesn't surprise him.

Still, he won't make her walk back home, not when he'd much rather drive her. It's gotten to the point where it feels odd to drive alone without her as his passenger talking or singing to him while he's focused on the road. He much prefers it that way.

"Zayne, look!" The delight in her voice has him automatically following where she's pointing. "Aren't they pretty?"

Zayne's eyes fall on the jasmines poking their way out of the snow, resiliently blooming despite the harsh weather. "Mm." His eyes settle on her face, silently admiring her rosy cheeks and the snow collecting on her hair and lashes. "They are. Very pretty." A wry smile settles on his face.

Yes, the flowers may be pretty, but his jasmine is even prettier.

He lets her pause to take a photo of the flowers before he ushers her to his car, immediately turning on the heat as soon as they're inside. His eyes flick to hers and he smiles at how she's rubbing her hands together.

Seeing how happy the flowers had made her, it makes him wonder how she'd respond to him making her some with his evol. He'd have to practice first. Usually, he makes snowmen or other larger shapes, nothing quite so delicate, but for her? Any amount of work would be worth it.

"Are you going to post the picture?" He asks with a slight smile as he pulls out of the parking space. Somehow he has the feeling that she still needs to eat dinner, so he mentally plans to stop at a ramen place on their way home.

"Mm!" April nods affirmatively. Another thing added to his to-do list. It'd be remiss of him to not like one of her posts and comment on it.

He can't wait to see how she'll caption it. Something cute or endearing, he's sure.

[revasserium]

Hewwo Rain! May I request "Close your eyes with Sasuke?" Ty bby!

reqs are open! :)

98. close your eyes

sasuke; 871 words; fluff and reflection u__u bc sasuke needs and deserves both those things

it has always been more difficult to see with eyes like his.

some people call it a blessing, but many more call it a curse — once, when he was still young enough to wonder, he’d wondered why sharingans always burn red. red like blood, like lust, like fire and rust and —

like that tainted moon had shone, huge and bright and unrelenting, on the night his brother shattered everything he’d ever known.

“hey… whatcha thinkin’ there?”

“hm?” sasuke looks up, his gaze falls on you.

you motion to his head with a knowing smile, the steam rising from both your ramen bowls. he looks down, and back up again, wondering if you really are wondering.

“i… nothing.”

“y’know… you’ve never been a good liar. even when we were kids.”

he stiffens, and then, he softens back into his seat with a helpless laugh, a thing that’s more breath than laughter, but still… you’ve been calling it a work in progress. his body relearning the meaning of joy, the weight and shape of laughter as it settles on his tongue. like a muscle that’s atrophied, you’d said, like a limb weak from disuse.

“you say that like it’s a bad thing.”

you smile at him, brilliantly.

“it’s not! it makes life much easier for me.”

he leans down to take a large slurp of ramen, letting the hot broth work it’s way down his throat, blossoming in buds of warmth down the center of his chest till it takes root in the base of his stomach. it sends tingles cascading through all his limbs, makes his toes curl in his sandals, the skin beneath his lashes catch in color as he feels the heat beneath his skin.

you are still watching him, and sometimes he wonders what you see, with those sharp eyes of yours. you’d always been good at watching, at seeing, at understanding what you saw. much better than he’d ever been.

“i was thinking… about why the sharingan is always red.”

you blink at his answer,

“oh…”

“i… used to wonder, as a kid.”

“what made you stop? wondering… that is.”

he looks back down at his bowl, at the slices of pork belly and revolving narutomaki’s.

he allows himself a smile.

“i figured… if that answer was meant to be mine, it’ll find me some day. all the things that i’ve ever really… needed… have found me eventually… no matter how hard i tried to run away.”

he feels the weight of your eyes shift from his face to the empty sleeve where his left arm should be and he shakes his head.

“ah… sorry. forget it.”

later that night, when you’re both back home and the lights are off, you turn to face him in bed, admiring how the moonlight sets an almost unearthly glow to his face, how it seeps into his skin like milk.

“sasuke?”

“hm?”

he opens his eyes; they spin like twin pools of blood in the dark.

you smile.

“i think… the sharingan is red because… that’s the color of love.”

he frowns, but he doesn’t interrupt you.

“because… love comes in so many forms — in lust, and greed, and passion… and hatred too. that’s a kind of love as well… you have to love someone enough to hate them. otherwise… you just wouldn’t care, right?”

sasuke shifts closer, his hair an inkstain on the pillows around you.

“i think… i like that.”

“good. because that’s what im choosing to believe.”

he grins, soft and steady, and then, he reaches our his hand to trail a finger along your cheek.

“see? the answer came to me, didn’t it?”

you crinkle your nose.

“yeah, because you asked at dinner!”

“i’ve been asking for a very long time… this is the first time the answer has come… and i’m glad it came from you.”

he presses his forehead to yours and you feel his lashes flutter against your cheek.

beneath the covers, you feel him reach for you, his grip still a bit too tight, almost as if he’s unsure of your existence, that he’s grounding your realness in his touch, and his touch alone. you reach down to lace your fingers with his, smiling as you meet his eyes, your noses nearly brushing.

“i’m not going anywhere… i promise.”

“and i’m not either… promise.”

you grin at his answer, reaching up your free hand to brush at his eyelids.

“good. then close your eyes… and let’s get some sleep, hm?”

he closes his eyes, and you watch as his body relaxes into the mattress. you wonder what he dreams of — if he spends his sleeping hours wandering the recesses of his memory, chasing down answers to questions he’d never been brave enough to ask out loud.

you wonder if he ever dreams of the future, of one that’s filled with more questions and answers, but also the promise that you’ll find them together.

and, from the way he pulls you closer, murmurs goodnight against your cheek, that he probably does.

[bagerfluff]

Failed/Won at Impressing

Older Takaishi Takeru x Male Reader

Prompt - Kissing a wound

“When will dinner be done”, you whined.

Takeru rolled his eyes and turned his head to face you. “For the tenth time, in twenty minutes”, “you said that ten minutes ago”, you said while laying your cheek on the kitchen island.

Takeru shook his head and went back to chopping vegetables. You had come over after school and when you and Takeru lost track of time you decided to stay for a sleepover.

It was fine since Takeru’s mother was out late again and your parents were fine with it. Though Takeru didn’t want you to eat leftovers so he decided that he was going to cook, even though Takeru wasn’t the best cook.

He learned how to cook a decent ramen because of Daisuke, Takeru wasn’t going to have to thank Daisuke. Takeru also wanted to impress you too. But it was hard to cook when you kept whining about being hungry.

Takeru needed to focus, especially when he had a knife in his hands. Takeru glanced up at the pot of boiling water to check if it was boiling over. Unfortunately it was, Takeru dropped the knife, cutting his finger in the process, and turned the heat off.

“Shit”, Takeru muttered under his breath. Takeru looked at his finger, there was a pretty decent cut going diagonally down Takeru’s pointed finger. “You okay?”

You asked as you got off the chair and speed walked to Takeru. “I’ll be fine”, Takeru said, placing his finger in his mouth, that did not stop the blood. Once Takeru took it out it just started bleeding again.

It stung and the area around the cut was already getting red. You grabbed Takeru’s hand and held it in yours, expecting it. “You cut yourself”, you said, glancing at the counter and finding the knife with a bit of blood on it.

“Yeah, accidently dropped the knife on my finger when I ran to stop the pot from boiling over”, Takeru said, a bit embarrassed. Takeru looked over at the pot, it hadn’t boiled over since the heat was turned off.

You nodded, dropping Takeru’s hand and running to the bathroom. Takeru watched with confusion as you ran off and came back before Takeru could say or do anything.

You came back with a bandage in your hands and retook Takeru’s hand into yours. You wrapped Takeru’s finger in the bandage, making sure to make it tight enough to stop the bleeding but not tight enough to make Takeru’s finger go purple.

Once you were done and made sure to make sure it wasn’t too tight by asking Takeru, you placed a kiss on the finger. Making Takeru blush. You glanced back at the kitchen counter, it looked like a mess.

With food and kitchen utensils everywhere. Takeru took his hand out of yours and picked the knife back up, turning the heat up slightly as he walked past the stove.

“Hey”, you said, grabbing Takeru’s wrist and stopping him from chopping the vegetables. “What?” Takeru asked, you furrowed your brows. “You don’t have to keep cooking, you already hurt yourself once trying to do too many things at once”.

You said sternly. Takeru glared at you but he put the knife down. “No, I told you I was going to cook so I am”, Takeru looked at the knife and the half cut vegetables.

“Why are you so determined to cook me dinner, don’t you have leftovers?” You asked, arms crossed over your chest. “I wanted to impress you”, Takeru whispered under his breath.

“Uh”, you said, walking closer to Takeru. “I wanted to impress you”, Takeru said with a blush on his face. You smiled and tried to cover your laughter. “Hey”, Takeru said annoyed before whacking you with a dish towel.

You put your hands up to protect you before bursting out in laughter. Takeru crossed his arms over his chest and looked away from you with a pout on his face.

“I’m sorry”, you said in between breaths. You leaned up and took a deep breath before placing your hands on Takeru’s shoulder Causing Takeru to glance at you through the side of his eye.

“I’m sorry for laughing but Takeru”, you got closer to Takeru. This time Takeru turned his head to you fully.

“I’m your boyfriend, you don’t have to impress me”, you whispered to Takeru before placing a kiss on his forehead. Takeru blushed and looked down at the floor with a smile.

“Now”, you let go of Takeru’s shoulders, “I’m hungry, let's heat up some leftovers”.