#i DID NOT pick any of the guests costumes

[kazroze]

diego did not have a great time lmao

#i DID NOT pick any of the guests costumes #they did it themselves 🤦‍♂️ #i love that diego is the only one who refused to wear one... makes complete sense to me #ts4 #the sims 4 #ts4 gameplay #ts4 vanilla #vanilla sims #the flowers #april #casper #bella goth #diego lobo

[bambikisss]

When at Coachella :: Song Mingi

Lead Guitarist! Mingi x Singer! Reader (ft Manager!Yeosang)

🎶: Rude boy - Rihanna, Slow Down - Chase Atlantic, Mamacita - Chase Atlantic

📙: You and your band are on a sold out tour when you decide to make a pit stop at Coachella to perform, the performance being as hot as possible, leading to a night between you and your guitarist boyfriend, Song Mingi.

⚠: Unprotected sex (always wrap it up), accepting alcohol from a fan, public sex, Voyeurism (ft Yeosang), 69, talk about becoming an adult entertainer

Bambi's notes: I'm back! I recently watched Coachella and loved how Mingi looked and acted, so I used it as inspiration. I also realized that I haven't done anything with our Yeosang yet, so I thought this is how I introduce him to my writings lol. There also may be a part two for this 👀

REBLOGS + COMMENTS ARE WELCOMED AND ENCOURAGED

"Showtime in 10 minutes, everyone make sure you are ready!"

You could hear the roar of the crowd from your dressing room backstage, smirking as you heard the chants for you as you put on your lip gloss in the mirror.

Due to popular demand, you were to headline Coachella for the first time, being the reason for the surge in ticket sales. You were a very popular singer, you and your band are currently on a sold-out tour, making a pit stop at the festival for the night.

"You always look so good when you're like that."

Your smirk only grew as the door closed behind your guitarist, the click from locking the door echoing in the room as he approached you. You didn't move, allowing his hands to rest on your hips before slowly moving down to your skirt, his thumbs grazing the bottom of your ass. You were bent over the vanity, your hands moving to support you against the mirror as the man behind you licked his lips, pressing his body against yours as he played with the fabric of your skirt. You knew by the look in his eyes that he wanted to do a lot more than touch it, his eyes moving up your back slowly to meet your eyes in the mirror with a smirk of his own.

"Don't you know that you're not allowed in here, Mingi? Yeosang is going to get upset that you're in here after he banned you from being alone with me before performances."

"Who gives a fuck what stick up his ass Yeosang has to say about me seeing my sexy girlfriend?" Mingi scoffed, his hands slowly pushing up your skirt more to see the globe of your ass, chuckling when you began to move your hips side to side, giving your ass some movement against him. "Hey, be nice, he's our manager. He's just trying to look out for us and make sure that I get on stage on time, unlike the last time you came back here before a show."

At your words, a proud smile moves over Mingi's lip, remembering how he had you pinned against the wall at one of your concerts, making you late to get on stage after he drilled into you. He wouldn't stop until you came hard around him at least 3 times. He wouldn't take any excuse, even when Yeosang came banging on the door, following after you with a shit-eating grin on his face when you both emerged from the room.

"You excited for Chella, babygirl? The crowd is chanting your name." Mingi hummed, fixing his platinum hair in the mirror above you before pulling back to let you stand up straight, his hand resting on the small of your back as you both made your way to the stage. You nodded, picking up your microphone and in ears while Mingi did the same. Your set was around 22 songs, including 2 costume changes and even a special guest. Your show was one everyone was looking forward to and you wanted to make sure that you met their expectations.

You and the rest of your band listened to Yeosang give a rundown of the stage as you all stood up on the lift, Mingi's dark blue guitar resting against his feet as he bit his guitar pic, something he did before every performance. You nodded, smiling as the lift began to move up, the cheers growing louder and louder until you were on the stage, the huge crowd of people screaming their hearts out at your appearance.

"Coachella, make some noise for me!" The crowd was like putty in your hands, screaming even louder before the first song began. The crowd cheered for each band member as you introduced them.

You made a show of walking over to Mingi, the crowd getting even louder when you wrapped your arms around your boyfriend. "This is my right-hand man and lead guitarist, Song Mingi" Mingi accompanied your introduction with a guitar rift, your fans barking for him. It was a staple whenever he performed to bark for him, the barking growing louder as many of the Coachella crowd picked up on the trend, barking for him as well.

Your set was full of cheers, the band playing perfectly as usual, interacting with the fans while you sang. You were even able to get close enough to the fans to have them touch you, which Mingi smirked at. While you were on your knees in front of your fans singing, Mingi came over to play his guitar closer, the crowd exploding as he began to drop to his knees, performing the guitar rift right over you as you continued to sing. The moment would go viral on social media, you already knew it, but you were much more concerned with Mingi's dark eyes that met yours while he played before he shot you a secret wink, raising himself back up from being over you before he walked to play at the other side of the stage.

You were having fun singing, flirting more with Mingi as the songs went on, your touches getting hotter for opening his jacket during his solo to show off his fresh 'FIX ON' tattoo that moved over his chest and his abs, singing right behind him while he played, his head moving back to rest on your shoulder while he played. You could tell by the way he stared at you that he would've taken you right there on that stage if he could, his lust for you growing more and more as the songs went on.

Mingi was full of his own tricks, though, grabbing a shot of whiskey from a fan for both of you, holding one for himself before he handed it to you, you both taking the shot before he poured the rest on his head, shaking his head as he played, your eyes falling on the droplets of whiskey that moved down his chest and abs. Mingi then took the opportunity to press his forehead against yours, panting as he tried to keep eye contact with you. He wanted you to focus on him as he played, your vocals never wavering as you and he held eye contact, singing flirtatious lyrics as if you both were alone.

"Thank you Coachella!" You waved goodbye as your set finally ended, walking back to the lift with your band members, the crowd still cheering for you as the lift slowly fell as you all waved, Mingi's free hand landing on your lower back as you all slowly disappeared.

"Good job everyone, you all are trending on every social media site!" Yeosang complimented you all as you all walked from the lift, accepting the water bottles he handed out. You had barely taken a few sips of your water when Mingi began to drag you away from everyone else. Coachella's backstage area was all outside, the trailers being only for the artists to get ready. However, Mingi didn't have the patience to go all the way to the trailer, bringing you to an area that was empty near the stage, hidden behind a pillar. You didn't have to question him at all, his hands landing on your hips as your lips met his in a heated kiss, Mingi's grip on you tightening as he pressed his body against yours.

You ran your hands through his hair as he picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist before he pressed your back against the pillar again, letting you feel just how much he wanted you. At your moan when he rolled his hips into you, he shushed you quickly, his teeth dragging along your bottom lip before he placed a finger against his lips, whispering "shh, baby. keep quiet for me, yeah? Don't want anyone to come over here for us."

"I thought you had always wanted an audience though?" You whispered back against his lips, your nails slowly dragging down his chest as he moaned softly. It was true: Mingi had a thing for pleasuring you with an audience, eating you out underneath tables when you are going live with fans, doing the same thing when you're recording with the producer in the room, Mingi wanted everyone to know just how good he could make you feel.

Mingi smirked, his hands grabbing at your breasts over your top as he responded "Can you handle that, though? Can you handle someone watching us with their hands down their pants as I fuck your pretty pussy? You won't get all embarrassed and try and look away as per usual?''

You nodded, feeling like you were in a haze as Mingi returned his lips to yours, his tongue teasingly moving over yours before he pulled back, his chest moving as he began to roll his hips against you. You were deep down happy that there was no one around the area, everyone backstage either leaving, trying to beat the traffic, or helping to pick up the trash around the festival site.

"Are you two done?" Your kiss with Mingi broke with Mingi's annoyed groan at Yeosang's words, rolling his eyes as he turned to face him. His eyes drilled into the manager before an idea came into his head. "Baby, Yeosang had to sign an NDA before he began working with us, right?"

"Yeah, he signed a bunch of them, why?" You remained in Mingi's arms as he turned to face Yeosang, a devious smirk moving over his lips before he said "No, actually, me and Y/N here aren't done. If you want to talk to her so much, you're going to have to talk to her while I eat her out."

Mingi's words made Yeosang blush, stuttering out a small "what?"

"You heard me: Either you wait to talk to her," Mingi paused, unwrapping your legs from around his waist before he placed you back down on the ground, Mingi's lips meeting yours before he slowly kissed down your body, dropping to his knees in front of you. "Or, you can stand here and talk to her while I eat out her wet pussy, your choice."

Yeosang couldn't help but stutter, trying to figure out if Mingi was serious, but when Mingi began to press kisses to the insides of your thighs, he could tell that he was in fact serious. At Yeosang not moving, Mingi smirked before looking up at you, asking "You're okay with our manager Yeosang watching us, right? I mean, whatever he has to say must be so important that it can't wait for us to finish." You bit your lip as you nodded, a small moan leaving your lips as Mingi bit down on your thigh, saying "No baby, out loud. Look at Yeosang and say it's okay if he watches."

"It's okay if you watch" You whimpered to Yeosang as Mingi kissed over his bite, placing your leg up onto his shoulder before he kissed up your thigh, his focus now only on your pussy as Yeosang cleared his throat. He felt challenged as if Mingi was challenging him to see if he wouldn't be able to handle the sight, but he could. Heck, he had walked past you both constantly fucking all the time, this was nothing different other than that he could see it.

"So, I'm going to go over the analytics of tonight's performance with you along with how payment is going to work." You nodded as Mingi pushed your panties to the side, cursing softly at how wet you seemed to be before he dipped his tongue into you, making you gasp. You tried to keep your facial emotions in check while Mingi ate you out, trying your hardest to pay attention to Yeosang's words and analytics from the show on social media. Mingi looked up at you as you kept talking to Yeosang, sucking hard on your clit to make you moan out loud in the middle of your sentence, your hand moving into his hair to press him against your pussy, making him moan into you. You wanted to keep him busy from trying to play with you, your cheeks already on fire from how Yeosang was watching you both.

Mingi smirked as your leg began to tense on his shoulder, letting him know that you were just about to cum. He slowly kissed up your body, his ringed fingers playing with your pussy lips as he whispered into your ear "you're focusing so hard baby, let me help you relax a bit"

You bit your lip harder as Mingi easily slipped 3 fingers into you, your hands rushing out to grip his forearm as Yeosang continued to talk to you, his eyes glancing down at your hands as they gripped Mingi's moving forearm as he fucked up into you with his fingers, repeatedly hitting your sweet spot, Mingi's lips all over your neck as he shamelessly whispered into your ear all about the things he wanted to do to you. Yeosang felt his cock twitch in his pants at the sight and the sound, his eyes slowly moving back up your body as you tried to hold back all your sounds. He hummed before holding up his tablet, needing your signature for something.

Your hands shook as you accepted the tablet from him, your orgasm right about to wash over you as you signed your name on the tablet. Mingi smirked as you came all over his hands, his gaze now moving to Yeosang as he slowly pulled his hands from you. You cleared your throat as you handed back the tablet, your signature drawn messily onto the page. Mingi shamelessly sucked on his fingers as Yeosang looked down at the tablet, holding back his smirk when he noticed that you had written your signature while you were cumming.

You rested against Mingi as he began walking to the limo, chuckling deeply before he paused, turning around to face Yeosang. "If you'll excuse me and Y/N, we're going back to the hotel. I'm sure everything else you need to say can wait?"

"Of course" Yeosang hummed, his eyes moving over both you and Mingi before he walked past you, his arm grazing yours as he made his way to his ride back to the hotel without even glancing back. "I think he liked it," Mingi chuckled, picking you up before carrying you to the limo, having you sit on his lap before your lips met in a heated kiss. You and Mingi kissed as the limo driver turned up the music, giving both you and Mingi as much privacy as he could as he was used to you both doing this. Mingi's hands moved down to your hips, his hands moving underneath the skirt to knead your ass as you deepened the kiss, your hips moving against Mingi's, his hard cock pressing against his belt hard.

Mingi tossed his head back as you kissed down his neck, your hands moving over his chest as Mingi helped you grind down against him, his eyes closing as you bit down on him. "That's my baby, mark me up. I wanna post a selfie tomorrow showing all your marks off on me." Mingi loved seeing the comments on the post debating whether or not it was real or not, if they came from a woman or from somewhere else- it always got him off.

"Should start recording us," he moaned out as you removed his belt, his hand landing harshly on your ass before he licked his lips. "Have you be my own private little porn star."

You moaned at his words, licking up his neck as Mingi continued to moan out his desires, not caring about the poor driver in the front as he dragged his hands up your ass slowly, his nails digging into you before you shut him up with a kiss, your lips and tongue meeting in a messy kiss that was fit for a porn star.

When the limo finally pulled into the hotel, Mingi and you rushed to exit the car before you both rushed into the hotel through the back that was for celebrities, bypassing the many cameras. Mingi and you both laughed as he pressed you against the wall of the staircase, your lips meeting in a deep kiss as you both stumbled up the stairs to your floor. Mingi then pressed you against your hotel room door, panting against your neck as his hands already began to unzip your skirt, his voice against your ear neck as he panted "You better hurry up before I shove down your skirt and take you in this hallway, maybe we can give the security team a show next."

You bit your lip as you pressed your keycard against the door, knowing that the security of the hotel didn't sign an NDA, unlike Yeosang. You pushed open the door, Mingi's body immediately following yours as you both entered the room, his heavy boots kicked the door closed before his lips met yours again in a messy kiss.

Clothing began to be thrown all around the bedroom as you both made your way to the nearest surface, which so happened to be the floor. Mingi chuckled softly as you both landed on the floor, Mingi's back pressing against the hotel's expensive carpet as he helped you move on top of him, moving you so you faced his cock while he could have you sit on his face. "Put that pretty pussy on my face, baby."

You didn't have to be told twice, moaning as your pussy landed right on his mouth, his tongue moving quickly to taste you. Your eyes closed, your nails digging into his abs before you leaned down to take his cock into your mouth, his own eyes rolling back at the feeling. Mingi swore there was something about how you took him deep in your throat that always made him fucking ravenous. He growled deeply against you, his hands moving to grip the globes of your ass as you took him deeper into your throat, all the way to the hilt.

"That's my fucking girl, taking me like a pro." Mingi praised, his tongue returning to you to match the pace that you set.

You stopped? He stopped.

You rolled your hips back? He rolled his hips up to make you choke on his cock.

Mingi was a man of many talents, and making you cum quickly was number one.

"I'm gonna cum, Mingi, fuck." You pulled back from his cock to pump him in your hand, your words urging your boyfriend to speed up as he curled his tongue, pumping another finger into you as he moaned, the vibrations helping you to cum all over his tongue.

Even though your haze you continued to pump Mingi's hard cock, Mingi tossing his head back against the floor as he praised you. "Faster, baby. Earn that nut from me, baby. I'm almost there with you just don't stop- oh my fucking god, yes"

Mingi couldn't even think straight as you deep-throated him, a small whine leaving his deep voice as he came. He didn't know what to grab onto, choosing to dig his fingers into your ass before he fully fell back against the floor, his body shaking slightly underneath you while you cleaned him up with your tongue. Mingi chuckled at the feeling, his hand landing a firm smack on your ass before he ran a hand over his face.

"You always make me cum so hard when you do that, baby. Always know how to make your man so fucking happy." He chuckled, helping you get up before he got up from the floor, his legs now slightly wobbly before as he laughed. He walked with you over to the bed, his hands resting against the sheets as he asked for a minute, still shaking from the orgasm you had given him, making you giggle. You loved watching Mingi recover from cumming, his hair being a mess, his eyes closed as he tried to catch his breath, the fresh layer of sweat making him glow in the room's light.

You crawled over to his hunched frame, pressing small kisses to his shoulders as he chuckled, his voice now even deeper. His hands then pushed you back on the bed, his tongue moving over your lips as he grabbed your legs, pulling you to the edge of the bed. He slowly pushed into you, his long and thick cock stretching you out as he slowly filled you up, making sure that you felt every single part of his cock.

"Yeah, baby, roll those eyes back at how good just having my cock feels in you" Mingi moaned, his eyes burning into you as your eyes rolled back as he stuffed you full. He loved how your body seemed to react to his cock whenever you both fucked, his eyes now on your breasts as he began to fuck you, watching as they bounced.

"Those perfect tits of yours too, fuck. Saw Yeosang looking at them earlier while I was finger fucking you. I don't blame him though, just look at how juicy your tits look when they're moving from my fucking cock" you moaned as Mingi's hands moved to your breasts, playing with them as he began to roll his hips, leaning down to wrap his lips around the nipple. Your moans got louder, your running through his hair as he switched nipples, his tongue moving over your nipples before he pulled back, pressing them against each other as he moved faster.

"Yeah, sing for me, Y/N. Sing for me while you take my cock" Mingi's pace picked up to drill into you, using your breasts as leverage to move you on his cock, his cock hitting deep into you as you moaned his name, your hands moving from the bed to his hair to his back; you didn't know where to hold on as he fucked you, your back arching as you felt your orgasm building up quickly. At your tightness, Mingi growled "No, not yet. You better hold on until I'm fucking ready, Y/N."

"Mingi" You begged, you cries not making your lover stop, only moving faster, his eyes moving from your face to your tits he still held onto your stomach as his cock plowed into you. He loved how you begged for him, his cock twitching before growled out "cum, cum for me baby"

You both came hard, your vision becoming blurry as Mingi's pace stuttered, his cock plowing into you before he filled you, his eyes closing before he rushed down to suck and lick on your tits, leaving hickies behind as he moaned and panted against you. You held him close as you both panted, Mingi soon landing on the bed right against you as you both tried to calm down. Your eyes were closed as Mingi kissed your shoulder, his hand moving your face to his as he kissed you, his tongue running along your bottom lip before he pressed a sweet kiss to your lips.

You rested against the bed as Mingi got up, blinking still as his vision returned, stumbling to grab both you and him a water bottle before he went back over to you, his phone also in his hand. He opened your bottle, handing it to you before he said "I'll turn the water on for you, baby, just lay there."

You nodded, resting with the cold water bottle while Mingi went into the bathroom, turning on the water for you and him to bathe. He sat down against the side of the tub, taking a sip of his water as he unlocked his phone, his eyes zeroing in on a text from Yeosang.

Yeosang: If you and her ever want an audience or more, I'd be more than happy to do so again.

BAMBIKISSS | 2024

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[virtualvault]

The Royal Treatment

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x f!reader

Summary: Reluctant to join the festivities at May’s birthday party, things start looking up for Miguel when he’s able to get the Princess Peter hired alone in the bathroom.

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, 18+ ONLY, teasing, begging, oral (f receiving),fingering, unprotected p in v, pet names ( princess, your highness), fingering,  praise, dirty talk, choking, handjob, cum swallowing. Reader is referred to as small/ short in comparison to Miguel and he’s able to pick reader up, but in my head everyone is small in comparison to him so it isn’t necessarily a defining characteristic of reader.

W/C: 3.7k

A/N: First Miguel fic yayy. This has been in my drafts for forever and I finally got the motivation to flesh it out. I had a lot of fun with it.  Enjoy :)

Miguel was being his normal grumpy self, standing in the corner of the party while everyone socializes loudly around him. He quickly relocates to the backyard where he can at least get some fresh air and a little space. But all too soon everyone is making their way to the yard as well for the upcoming attraction that, unbeknownst to Miguel, would quickly pull him out of his funk.

It’s May's birthday and while Miguel adores her, the snotty kids and loud parents crowding around him make him wish he was anywhere else. Despite his natural instincts to flee, he decides to stay. He’d really love to see the look on May’s face when she opens his gift.

While he's silently cursing the obnoxious children running past, you float into the backyard, and he’s glad he held out. And you truly did float. The shiny tiara and beautiful gown almost made him believe you were actual royalty. He's so entranced he doesn't even notice the screeching children as they flock around you, oohing and aahing at your costume. May is the first to reach you and you curtsey to her, making her giggle.

The first time you speak, his breath catches in his throat. Your voice has this beautiful sing-songy tone. It's enchanting, capturing the attention of not only the kids but the adults as well. Your gentle manner and honeyed tone hypnotize Miguel and he can’t look away. You’re clearly dedicated to your craft, carrying yourself with a level of grace befitting a real princess. The kids love it, but Miguel is the most enthralled; his eyes never leave you. If you weren’t so preoccupied with the other guests, you surely would notice him staring you down.

He roams the perimeter of the group for the duration of your 'act', planning to just admire you from afar. But when his eyes finally meet yours when you head inside with Peter to grab a well-earned drink and your check, he hastily follows. He doesn’t really have a plan he just know he needs to at least speak with you.

You’re standing in the kitchen sipping your water as Peter is telling you how satisfied he is with your service. He says he needs to get back to his daughter and Miguel conveniently swoops in and offers to show you out. Peter thanks him and retreats back to the yard.

“That’s a beautiful costume” Miguel comments, hungrily eyeing your body under the guise of simply admiring your attire. You reply with a quick, 'thank you' and he expected you to drop the princess act but your voice still holds that dulcet tone that has his pants tightening. It’s not as exaggerated, seeing as you’re not trying to fool any children, but just as tantalizing.

Unbeknownst to Miguel, you had felt his eyes on you earlier but did everything you could to keep your focus on the other guests. You take your job very seriously, but his intense gaze made it difficult. So, when you were escorted inside you had to gulp down your water and try to regain your bearings.

When you first spotted him, his tall imposing frame had you a bit intimidated, yet had your mind reeling with thoughts of what he could do to you. He can make anyone feel small and you are no exception. Your mind quickly conjured up the thought of him having you caged in against your bed, pressing you firmly to the mattress as he thrusts deep inside you. You had to shake yourself out of the fantasy quickly to turn your focus back to the crowd.

When he steps into the kitchen, you're on edge again, trying to push away the intrusive thoughts. You try your best not to just stand there, mouth agape and drooling at him, making it obvious you want him to defile you. You don't know what's gotten into you. It’s not that you never get these kinds of thoughts, but this level of intensity and depravity feels new.

He’s very intriguing, but you can’t find the courage to look him in the eyes. While he's scanning your frame, you take a deep breath and try to steady the quiver in your voice. “Um, I need to change. I've got kind of a far drive. Can you show me where the bathroom is?” you ask, impressed you formed a coherent sentence, even going so far as to finally meet his gaze. 

“Oh, yeah. Right this way.” he guides you up the stairs to the guest bathroom at the end of the hall.

 “I'll just wait out here. This house is a maze, I doubt you’d be able to find your way out.” he offers, hoping to spend just a little more time with you. It may be a little inappropriate but he might just ask for your number. You nod and slip into the bathroom. 

As you go to pull your clothes out of your bag, you’re hit with a sudden realization that has you stopping in your tracks. You had your roommate help you zip up your dress. How are you supposed to get out of it on your own? You frantically reach behind you to try to get a grasp on the zipper. You don't even get close. Left with only one option, you shuffle to the door, and are welcomed with a slightly confused look from the man in front of you. You clearly hadn’t changed yet and he looks at you, brow raised.

 “Um…can you…uh… undress me?” you sputter, realizing how that sounded, and frantically try to correct yourself.

“I mean unzip! I…I can’t reach the zipper, can you help? Please?” a small smile appears on his face at your flustered state.

“Of course, your highness.” He playfully bows to you, making you giggle. Still standing in the doorway, you turn around and he reaches for the zipper. He unzips it slowly and can’t help but drag the back of his finger along your skin on the way down. You let out a small gasp as you feel a tingle spread across your skin. He finishes, but doesn’t step back.

“It’s a shame, you really do look pretty in this dress. I’m sure you look even better with it off, but the whole princess thing really suits you.” he says lowly, and you feel his breath fan against your neck. 

 "Do you have anyone taking care of you like one?” his question flusters you so you simply shake your head.   

“No? Tsk, Tsk, Tsk. Why don’t you let me show you how a princess deserves to be treated. Hm?” the rasp in his voice has your thighs clenching together and without even thinking you squeak out, “Yes, please.”

 You mentally scold yourself for giving in to a complete stranger so quickly, but no part of you wants to turn down the offer. He's obviously delighted and you feel him smile against your skin as he places his lips on your shoulder. He surprises you when he zips your dress back up, seeing as you’re ready for him to tear it off you.

 He guides you back into the bathroom and shuts the door, making sure to lock it. Then, he pushes you gently against the counter, having you face the mirror, and proceeds to pull the sleeves down over your shoulders, planting kisses from one side to the other. 

"Aren’t you going to take it off?" you ask sounding slightly confused and then clamp your mouth shut, not wanting to sound impatient.

Miguel chuckles softly, enjoying your eagerness. "Next time." he replies. "You just look so delicious in this pretty little dress of yours."

 He sucks in a deep breath as he peers at your body in the mirror, taking in your silk clad form. Then he flicks his gaze to your parted lips. You're watching him with baited breath, anxiously waiting for his hands to finally start roaming your body. They currently sit firmly planted on your waist and he can tell you're wanting more. He can’t help but toy with you, though. There’s part of him that’s desperate to give you what he knows you want but there’s another part of him that wants to hear you ask or, preferably, beg for it. The latter part wins and his hand moves to grab the length of your dress, rubbing the fabric in between his fingers. You immediately miss the warmth of his hands, something you could feel even through the fabric of the dress.

“The whole time you were putting on your little show all I could think about was lifting up the back of this gown and getting a taste of what’s underneath.” he remarks. You noticeably shiver at the feeling of his lips moving against your ear as he speaks with a low, gravelly voice. Every time he talks you can feel the rumble in his chest, which is pressed firmly against your back. You can also feel his impressive length against your backside that has been rock hard the moment he pressed it against you. All of these things in combination with one another are overwhelming your senses and anticipation pulses through you. You need him. Now.

With desperation clear in your voice, you blurt out, “Please, touch me.”

He gazes at you with a dark look in his eyes and an amused expression on his face.

“I need more.” you add. Your eyes leave his in the mirror to turn over your shoulder and look at him directly. Instead of pressing his lips to yours like he’s so tempted to do, he lets you continue.

“You said you wanted a taste, didn’t you?” you tug on his wrist, urging him to move it lower. He decides he’s teased you long enough. He presses you harder into the counter before moving away and throwing up your dress, handing the fabric to you.

“Hold this for me, princess.” you grab at the fabric although your reaction was a little delayed as the pet name has pleasure shooting straight to your core.

He caresses softly up and down your thighs, and starts kneading your cheeks. The gentleness lasts only a few seconds and you let out a gasp as he rips your pantyhose. As he kneels behind you, he lets out an audible groan. You assume it’s because he spotted the wet patch on your underwear. It must be pretty prominent considering you’ve been dripping wet the moment you saw him. Before you know it, he rips those as well.

With your arousal now fully exposed you can feel his breath wafting over your wet sex, and you shiver at the sensation. He starts teasingly sucking at your folds one at a time, placing one soft kiss to your clit before dipping his tongue into your entrance. He eats you out like he's starving and your legs shake as his tongue dances against your walls.

After exploring your heat thoroughly, he runs his tongue from your entrance to your clit, back and forth, sucking on it gently each time he reaches it. As the rhythm gets faster and faster, so does your breathing. Your teeth clamp down on your bottom lip to try to stifle your moans, not wanting anyone to overhear. What would the parents say if the party princess was upstairs getting eaten out in a frenzy by a man she just met. You push those worries aside as the pleasure builds. You bring the fabric in your left hand and join it with the right, then reach back and grab onto his hair and start gently pushing his face further into you, urging him on.

He easily brings you to the edge with his movements but before you can reach your release, he pulls his face from you. You whine, but the disappointment quickly fades as your excitement over the prospect of him being inside of you grows. Once he's upright, you attempt to face him, wanting to go down on him too. He senses your intentions but holds you in place against the counter.

 “I’m meant to kneel to the princess, not the other way around.” he playfully whispers in your ear. He appreciates your enthusiasm but he's fine saving that for another time. He's desperate to be inside you.

He bends you over and you place your hands against the counter to steady yourself. He pushes your knees apart and wedges himself between your thighs, pulling your hips back to meet his bulge and can’t help but rub himself against you. The fabric adds a wonderful friction and you mewl in response.

Reluctantly, he pulls away, then proceeds to run his fingers through your folds before dipping them into your entrance. You're soaking wet but he takes a few seconds to work you open. He knows how big he is and wants to make sure you're ready to take every inch of him.  When he knows you're ready, he pulls his fingers away and releases his aching erection from his pants. He immediately begins stroking up and don’t his shaft, coating himself in your arousal.

Blinded by your desperation for him, you hadn’t really thought about his size being a problem, until you feel him run his length through your folds. You can feel just how big he is and you take a deep breath to calm your nerves. He presses into you slowly, and the head of his dick already feels impossibly huge. But as he slides in, you stretch and melt around him. He lets out a throaty moan at the way your walls grip him.

You hiss at the intrusion, but the slight burn fades quickly as his shallow thrusts push deeper and deeper. As he gains more momentum, he's pushing your stomach against the counter and you feel yourself being pushed up onto your tippy toes. He notices and takes one of your legs and sets your knee up onto the counter and the other is left dangling as he supports your upper body. His strength to support all of you is impressive, but not surprising.

He sets one arm against your waist and tries grabbing at your chest with the other, but can’t get a good grip through your dress. So, he opts for your throat instead. His grip is loose, just to help stabilize you, but you hum in approval and you lean against him. You lift your head up to look at him through the mirror.

"Harder." you plead and grab his wrist, prompting him to tighten his grip. He growls at the pleading look in your eyes and desperate tone in your voice and squeezes firmly, adding a delicious pressure to the sides of your throat. You hear his deep breaths and grunts in your ear as he quickens his pace and the sounds stoke the warmth in your belly.

This new angle has him brushing up against that tender spot inside of you and you know if he keeps going like this you’re going to cum. He knows this too. He can tell just by the look on your face and feels you clench even harder around him when he brings his hand down to your slippery, throbbing nub and begins working it.

Your mouth falls open into a silent scream at the added stimulation and Miguel glances back up to take in the magnificent view in front of him. Your tiara is askew, slipping slightly off your head, and your lips are bitten from how you've been holding them between your teeth, trying to keep quiet.

“Look at you.” He says breathily, leaning down to kiss up the side of your neck.

“So pretty. Who’s my pretty princess?” he asks, his dark eyes meeting yours. You let out a pathetic whine and turn your head away. His words send a shiver up your spine, but are unable to hold his gaze, suddenly feeling bashful at the praise. He notices, but continues.

“Hm? Who’s my pretty princess?” his hand leaves your throat to grip your jaw, forcing you to look at him in the mirror. He slows his thrusts now to a maddeningly slow pace, awaiting your answer.

“I am.” you say, voice barely above a whisper. He caresses your jaw with his thumb, but continues looking at you expectantly. It takes you a second to figure out what he wants, but eventually the realization hits you. You take a deep breath, trying to steady your voice.

Now matching the intensity of his gaze, you reply “I'm your pretty princess.” His eyes flutter closed at your response. His hips stutter, then stop completely and he breaths in deeply, obviously trying to regain some composure.

Your lips curl up into a small smile at his reaction. His words have been flustering you since the moment he spoke. They've had you falling apart on his dick as he whispers filth into your ear while he takes you from behind. But now you get to see your words have the same effect on him, and a wave of confidence surges through you.

When he finally opens his eyes, he has this look in his eyes, like he wants to devour you, and it spurs you on.  You begin grinding yourself down onto him, fucking yourself back and forth on his dick as he stands behind you and he sees there's a playful smirk plastered on your face. A growl rumbles form his chest and he returns his hand to your throat.

 Momentarily overcome with the way your hips meet his and the drag of your wet, warm heat, his eyes fall closed again. He's tempted to let you continue, but the desire to see you cum, feel your walls spasm around him, has eyes snapping open. Without warning, he starts fucking you at the unrelenting pace he set earlier.

He knocks the smirk right off your face and you cry out as he pounds into you, his hand returning to your clit. Before you know it, you feel that familiar pressure building in your core, your breaths come in jagged gasps now, and he knows you're close.

 “I wanna feel it. Come on, give it to me.” he demands. He swipes faster at your clit you let out a squeak before you’re tumbling over the edge. Your body goes rigid against him as the waves of pleasure crash through you. You try to cover your mouth in an attempt to dampen the embarrassingly loud moans he’s pulling from you, but he pushes your hand away, wanting to hear every sound that falls from your lips.

As the aftershocks rip through you, his fingers leave your clit to grip the counter. He feels you pulsating and squeezing around him and it’s drawing him closer to his own release. His brows furrow and he's panting in your ear. You're a bit dazed from your climax, but you see the look on his face and the boldness from earlier takes over.

Before you can stop yourself, you pull his face to yours and tease, “Is princess gonna make you come?”

The noise that pulls from him is one that Miguel's never heard himself make, a mixture between a whine and a groan. His hips stutter and you hear him babble, “pretty pretty pretty” as he kisses the side of your face, down your neck.

A few moments later he’s pulling out and preparing to cum over your ass; before he can you're spinning around and falling to your knees. You don't know what's gotten into you, but you’ll attribute your brazenness to the praise he was just singing to you in combination with your post orgasm haze. You're looking up at him through your lashes and you grab him at the base, giving his dick quick, wet strokes.

You look up at him and his eyes are on you, enjoying the view from above. His lips part and he sucks in shallow breaths at the way you're cradling his balls while your arousal allows your hand to glide up and down his shaft with ease.

You smile up at him and purr, “Make me prettier.” You lean your head back, closing your eyes and sticking out your tongue, ready to feel his warmth spread across your skin.

"Oh fuck." he moans, feeling his balls tighten in response.

His body tenses, blood pumping hot, and with a deep groan erupting from his chest, he spurts his seed over you. You hum as you swallow and the tangy taste goes down surprisingly smooth. He looks down at you, admiring the way your tongue swipes the corners of your mouth, not letting one drop go to waste.

When he recovers, he wets the hand towel and cleans off the rest from your face. His movements are gentle, contrasting his previous actions, and he smiles sweetly down at you.

"All clean, your highness." he says softly. He sticks out his hand and helps you to your feet.

“I guess I better actually help you out of this, now.” he chuckles and unzips the dress, resisting the urge to pull it off you and drag you to one of the bedrooms for round two. But he needs to get back to the party before someone comes looking.

"Thank you.” you say over your shoulder and subconsciously lean into him. He kisses you quickly, yet deeply, before excusing himself to the hall to let you get dressed.

As he walks you out, you exchange numbers. When you finally reach the door, he finds himself struggling to pull his hand from the small of your back, not wanting to see you go.

“Thanks for all your help.” you say with a wink. You stand up on your toes and pull down to you for one last kiss. Before you pull away, he feels you slip something into his pocket. As you make your way back to your car, he slips his hand into his pocket, chuckling and shaking his head as his fingers feel the familiar lace material of your underwear that he ripped off you earlier. As he thumbs the fabric, he's already thinking about getting to pull them off you again.

#miguel spiderverse #miguel o'hara #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel o'hara x y/n #across the spiderverse #oscar isaac #oscar isaac fandom

[after-witch]

Horrorfest: I'm a Mouse, Duh [Yandere TPOF!Ren (Fox) x Reader]

Title: I'm a Mouse, Duh [Yandere TPOF!Ren (Fox) x Reader]

Synopsis: Fox wants you in just the right costume for his party.

For Horrorfest request:

Fox making his darling try on different "sexy" Halloween costumes

Word Count: 1291

notes: yandere, kidnapped reader, a bit of humiliation/degradation, descriptions of previous injuries including eye gouging, questionable taste in Halloween costumes

You didn’t know you could feel anything like shame anymore, but there it was, red-hot, covering your cheeks, not unlike a thin, sticky layer of latex that you couldn’t peel off yourself. 

Speaking of--

“Turn around,” Fox murmurs, idly swirling his glass of champagne while you swiftly obey his words. 

You turn ever so slowly, because you know what’s what he wants to see. You imagine you’re a doll in a music box, sans music and static ballerina pose, spinning slowly enough to let him get a look at his newest handiwork. 

The skin-tight latex cat costume does wonders in keeping your movements slow as well, but you try to ignore that part and stay in the music box metaphorical fantasy. 

He sighs lowly--your stomach roils--and shakes his head. 

“No, not quite right.”

He gives you another once-over, and you must be frowning, because he continues in a casually reassuring tone. “Not that you don’t look lovely, but it’s not what I want for tonight.” What he wants, in this case, is unclear. You’ve already tried on 3 different costumes, and he didn’t care for any of them. 

He gestures with his free hand at your hand, and you dutifully remove the latex cat ears (that matched your outfit, of course) and hand them over. 

He sets them on the table and beckons you over.You eagerly scamper over, turning away from him; you really did need help removing the thin layer of latex. At least he does it swiftly, though you feel a veneer of sweat on your back when he begins to peel it away. He continues pulling it down until you lift each of your legs, stepping out of the tight concoction with a visible sigh of relief. 

There’s a warm chuckle behind you, and you shiver when you feel his nails lightly raking down your back. 

When he stands and makes his way over to the long costume rack that one of his employees brought in, you follow. He thumbs through them, humming, pulling a few out now and then.

He pulls out a black and white lacy concoction, something that looks like the type of clothing people world in olden days. A big felt sword hangs off the flimsy top and there’s a large tricorn hat attached to the hanger, and it takes you a moment to realize what the costume is meant to be. 

A pirate.

He smiles, but you don’t. Your empty eye socket suddenly aches and your lip trembles. Which just makes him grin a little.

“Too on the nose, huh?” He taps his finger above your eye patch, a neutral black cloth for now. Fox said he wanted to pick your costume before they went about choosing what prosthetic or patch to give you. 

You suppose he wants you to care that he’s taking the time to find you the right costume, that he wants you to be appreciative that he’s putting so much effort into it. And when you suppose what he wants,  you do your best to fulfill it. That’s how you’ve made it this far.

So you look closer every time you think he might be choosing a costume and you try (pirate mistake notwithstanding) to mimic his reactions. This one is cute, mm-hmm. That one won’t do, nuh-uh. 

Maybe you would be appreciative, maybe even a bit excited about the idea of getting to dress up on Halloween, if you weren’t dreading tonight. You were going to attend a Halloween party with him. Thrown by him. Populated by the guests he chose. 

You weren’t putting on a show (that fear had already been cooingly whisked away, the moment you broke down into seizure-like sobs at the thought) but you would be… on display. 

Like a pet. No, no, that’s not entirely right, is it? You are a pet. You’ve got the collar to prove it. 

What would the people at the party be like? As bad as the ones who watched the show? Worse, because they were there in person and not just through a screen? Maybe some of them would be the same… would any of them recognize you? Would they hurt you? Would Fox let them hurt you? What if--

“Ah! This one!” He says, pulling you out of your heavy thoughts. There’s a glint of excitement in his voice that makes the tension in your stomach ease off. 

When he gets excited like this, it’s a good sign. Usually it’s related to finding out that you like some of the same things as him (you genuinely enjoyed, at least as much as you could, curling up on a sofa and watching anime with him) or you surprising him in a way that pleases him.

Sometimes he seems younger when he gets like this, more carefree. There’s a pang of envy when that happens, but you never let it last too long. 

He pulls out the costume he’s chosen and shoves it into your waiting, slightly trembling, arms. You don’t even have time to really see what he chose. 

“Quick now.” He flashes a muted grin. “The guests will arrive soon enough. Don’t want to be late for your first party.” 

You don’t waste time getting dressed. The end result, when you stand up and let him zip up the back of the costume, is cuter than you expected. It’s a mouse costume, a short little gray number with a black tail hanging off the edge. The costume covers your ass enough that as long as you don’t bend over, you should be fine.

 (You try not to think of ways that Fox might make you bend over in front of others. But then, he didn’t like it much when others were around you, so maybe he didn’t want you to show off more than necessary? The questions are really too difficult to consider for long.)

The finishing touch is a big pair of cutesy gray mouse ears that he tenderly places on your head. It’s the type of costume that you might have worn on a night out with friends, before. Though you’d have worn something else underneath, and you’d definitely still have two eyes. 

Still. It’s better than the tight catsuit. 

And you look... cute. If you ignore the missing eye, and the scars on your face. And the cauterized nail wounds dotting your body. And the cross-cross of scars, old and new, lining your arms and legs.

These are all things you have gradually forced yourself to ignore, so yes, you can put them aside and appreciate the way that the mouse ears frame your face or the way that the costume is made from nice materials.

You can ignore the hungry gaze of Fox standing behind you, keeping his eyes on your own as you stare at your reflection.

“Perfect,” he murmurs, standing behind you and looking at the finished product through your reflection. In the mirror, you see him place a kiss on your neck. Your body recognizes what will happen before your brain does, because your shoulder tenses even before he bites your skin harshly, lapping at the blood he leaves behind. 

“We can leave the patch as-is,” he says. You’re too busy staring at your reflection to answer. Maybe he takes it for being pouty, because he continues.  “Unless you want one of your prosthetics tonight?” 

How nice of him to ask, you think, and your heart feels sick when you realize the thought came without a trace of sarcasm. You’re really fucked up, huh?

You shake your head and give a little smile, looking at him in the mirror.

“No,” you say, voice meeker than you meant it to be. “Whatever you think looks best, sir.” 

He smiles, just a little. An intimate smile, a you’re-being-good smile, the kind you think (you hope) he reserves just for moments like this. And then he places a tender kiss on your bite wound. Bits of red stick to his lips and he licks them away, sighing low and almost husky. 

You know this sound, these gestures, the way his breath quickens and comes out of his nose. You feel two hands grope your ass and you squeak, like the mouse you might as well be. 

“I suppose it won’t hurt if we’re a little late… it is my party after all.”

#yandere ren hana #ren hana x reader #the price of flesh #tpof #tpof ren #yandere #afterwitch writes #aw horrorfest

[pupkashi]

Ooh ooh I saw someone's doing a Halloween event and that got me super excited so I thought, why not request a drabble for your (and mine, and everyone else's xD) fav boy gojo? The prompt "what do you mean you've never gone trick-or-treating?!" SCREAMS him😭😭

a/n: yes omg !! i was hoping someone would pick this for him hehe i hope you enjoy !!!

warnings: allusions to gojo wanting kids / starting a family , that’s it :3

“did you ever take megumi or tsumiki trick-or-treating?” you ask, setting the full sized candy bars neatly on a tray, handing it off to satoru with a smile. he had insisted on handing out full sized bars, claiming fun sized candy was an insult considering how much was in his account.

“uh yeah i think once or twice, megumi hated it but tsumiki loved it enough for him to dress up and go,” he smiled, fondly recalling the princess costume and fairy costume she wore, megumi with a black cat costume and a pirate costume. “plus i wanted to live vicariously through them and see what it was like to to trick-or-treat.”

the words were so nonchalantly said you almost missed them completely, stopping any movement and staring at him wide eyed.

“what?” you ask, your lover staring back at you with a small smile, shrugging his shoulders.

“I’ve never been,” he mumbles, walking with the tray in his arms, placing it on the table near the front door.

“what do you mean you’ve never been trick-or-treating?!” the disbelief in your voice coupled with your gon smacked face has a grin creeping into his face, dimples making a guest appearance.

“i just never did, the elders were always so uptight, no matter how many times i threatened them with blue,” he snickered, watching as you rolled your eyes at him.

“you were a terrible little brat,” you giggle, he can’t help but shrug his shoulders, playful smile on his face as he replies.

“ours won’t be half as bad though, they’ll have you,” the implications have your heart fluttering and stomach doing summersaults.

“yeah, whatever,” you scoff, clearing your throat and standing up a bit straighter, “i bet you would’ve loved going door to door, you’d probably take all the candy from people who left bowls out.”

satoru can’t help but pout at your accusations, “i would not! I had morals you know, i wasn’t that bad,” he stares at you for a second in silence before his shoulder slump a bit, “okay yeah i probably would’ve taken the bowl too if it was nice.”

the cool autumn breeze hits the two of you as you step onto the front porch, smiling as widely the first group of kids bound into your porch.

“trick or treat!” they shout in unison, an array of costumes and eager smiles staring back at the two of you.

“oh wow, you guys have amazing costumes!” you smile, satoru handing out the candy to the kids, placing them into their jack-o-lantern buckets.

“what are you supposed to be buddy?” he grins, staring at the much shorter little girl near the back.

“I’m a fairy!” she giggles, turning around and pointing at the wings on her back.

“oh my gosh, sweetheart she’s a real fairy!” he coos, slipping an extra chocolate bar into her basket before any of the other kids could notice.

“thank you!” they say, an excited whisper coming over the small group as they stare at the full sized candy in awe.

satoru watches all of them slip their tiny hands into their mom or dad’s hands, glowing grins on each of their faces as they walk alongside their parents.

“it’s rude to stare y’know” you smile, nudging him slightly. he can’t help the burning tips of his ears and pink dust on his cheeks as he sits back, leaning into you a bit.

“just admiring the costumes is all,” you don’t push him any further, letting a small smile creep on your lips when he lights up at the sight of another group of kids heading your way.

#gojo satoru one shot #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru fluff #gojo satoru drabble #gojo x reader #gojo satoru imagine #gojo satoru x you #gojo imagine #gojo satoru x reader fluff #gojo satoru fanfic #gojo satoru headcanons #gojo satoru x gn!reader #satoru gojo imagine #satoru gojo headcanons #satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo x reader fluff #satoru gojo one shot #satoru gojo fluff #satoru gojo x you #satoru gojo fanfic #satoru gojo x y/n #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen drabble #jujutsu kaisen one shot #add to masterlist

[dontmixpaintinyourcoffee]

Anyways drawing Spring Unsprung Briar gave me a wild amount of creative energy so here's my pitch for a Spring Unsprung Darling costume

Some details just for fun under the cut:

•Since Lizzie is the designer of the original SU outfits, that's also the case here. Lizzie is perceptive enough of Cerise and her style to very specifically fit her needs without even knowing what those needs are (heavy hood, long hair, big jacket, all very good for keeping covered, no?). The same would happen with Darling. Lizzie might pick up on her fascination with Wonderland, the jewelry fashioned like chainmail or bracers, and decide to incorporate it into her design. I don't know if Lizzie even realizes how perceptive she is, she just has an eye for what brings out someone's real personality.

•In terms of actual design, my main inspiration was chess! I let go of the literal shape pretty fast, but I really liked the idea of her looking like a fancy chess piece as a nod to her wonderland shenanigans. Cerise, Kitty, Lizzie, and Cedar all have black and white recurring patterns with 1-3 main colors, so I tried to mimic that here. I mostly just used the color scheme from my ref sheet I did a hot minute ago

•The hair flowers and colorful makeup were non-negotiable of course. I did want to make the flowers have some kind of relevance, but in the end I just gave up and made 'em generic yellow flowers. Any flower symbolism nerds who want to throw their hat in the ring be my guest!!

•I basically just tried to orient the whole thing around asymmetry and reflection, and I think that worked really well in this case, I think it really makes her pop

•She isn't wearing her typical Charming crest, but the symbol is spread out in a couple of pieces. Heart gem at the center of the neck like normal, and the wing is made into one of those ear cuff things

•The background was just kind of a whim, but there is a reason for it. I decided a while ago that the Charming family animal is a lion, so any heraldry or heirloom or anything like that is probably gonna have that winged heart and/or lion imagery on it. If Daring is the peak of the Charmings, then Daring is a lion. Similarly, Darling is a borzoi. It's just different enough to communicate that she's the black sheep of the family, but has enough similar traits to make it clear that she's not in opposition with them. Plus I think borzois are whimsical as hell with the right lighting and I thought it would look neat

•You can see it right in the corner of one of her eyes, I was playing with maybe giving her partial heterochromia? I think I'm gonna stick with just brown eyes but I'm keeping the concept tucked away in the back of my brain for another character

#eah #ever after high #darling charming #spring unsprung #eah fanart #ever after high fanart #yes i have thought about this cartoon for children designed to sell dolls from almost a decade ago for far too long why do you ask #coffeepaintart #eye strain #just in case? i need to double check what qualifies

[loviingpedri]

scooby doo - joao felix

warnings: cursing, halloween decorations such as fake blood being mentioned, drinking, grammar issues

prompt: halloween special with joao.

“joao! our costumes came in. come try it on. i even got floki something.”

“what are we even suppose to be?” joao picked up the white shirt and orange fabric in confusion. he was trying to piece the idea together, but it didn’t make sense.

“how do you not know what scooby doo is?” looking at him in pure disgust for not knowing the most iconic show.

“isn’t it that one show with that dog and haunted house stuff.” he got the idea, but he still seemed unsure.

“yeah it is. look, i even got floki the collar that scooby wears. try on your outfit!” halloween being a close second to your favorite holiday. mostly for dressing up without any embarrassment. and, spending it while hanging out with your soulmate.

this year was your turn to host the halloween party. fake hand prints of blood on all of your walls. brownies with zombie hands with skeleton cake pops. this event was too good to only happen once every year. little toy spiders hanging that cause floki to bark. stickers of bats that seem to lead inside the house from the front door.

without joao, your ideas would’ve never made it out of your head. it seemed only right you were celebrating a festive day with someone who matched your energy.

“our house is nice. we did good.” joao stood next to you with his hand on your waist. admiring the house in your couples costume. “you know what’s nicer?”

interrupting your thoughts, “what?” you thought you messed something up for a second.

“how good you look in purple.”

you quickly turn flustered at his words. laughing off his flirtatious comment, it was still time to get the house prepared for your guests and trick-or-treaters.

joao put on floki’s scooby doo collar as you made sure the drinks were cold for the night.

—————

more guests flowed in throughout the night. both you and joao taking shots for entertainment, careful not to get drunk so easily.

beer pong being a popular game. it reminded you of college, except you didn’t have to rush to class the next day. everyone was so happy, making you even happier.

setting aside with your boyfriend. it was finally time for some pictures. modeling for the camera as he held onto you tightly.

“i wish i could pause time right now.” he spoke gently, but loud enough for you to hear.

“how come?”

“i don’t think any other halloween can compete with this one.” joao was never the type to really sink in with the decorations. he only admired you being happy. you were glad he understood where the deep connection came from.

the door bell rang. more trick-or-treaters were coming often. opening the door as joao was getting the bucket of candy, you weren’t ready for the surprise.

joao almost dropped the bucket as in front of the door were two kids also dressed as fred and daphne. making eye contact with your boyfriend, you could only see what he was thinking about.

“trick or treat!” the two kids yelled as your heart melted.

“it’s our twins. very nice costume young man.” joao bent down to give them extra candy for their costumes. something about the kids warmed your heart.

as they said their thank you and you closed the door. you and joao shared a smile, knowing that you both wanted to spend the rest of your life together.

#football x reader #football fanfic #football imagine #joao felix x you #joao felix x y/n #joao felix x reader #joao felix imagine #joao felix #fc barcelona #joão félix #fc barca #barca

[l-lend]

a/n - Okay it's been a minute but another one for @clonexreaderbingo. This was a bit of a challenge since I've never written for Wolffe and Plo Koon so any feedback would be great.

Eager eyes watched from her perch on the sofa. Florescent costume jewelry encircled her tiny fingers as she gripped the back of the furniture. Her vigil quietly observed by her parents from the kitchen.

“How long has she been like this?” The clone commander asked.

The woman by his side exhaled an amused breath, “Since I told her you and I were going out.”

She turned to study his face as he regarded their daughter. Commander Wolffe was not the most outwardly expressive man, but with time spent together she had grown adept at discerning his mood. The spark in his left eye, the subtle curl of his lip. He saved his smiles for special occasions.

An amused huff blew from his nose as the child sprang from her post with a delighted squeal.

“He's here!”

With a squeeze of his hand from his lover, Wolffe ventured into the living room while his little one sprinted towards the door.

“He'shereHe'shereHe'shereHe'shereHe'shereHe'shereHe'shere!”

As soon as the front door slid open, the child pounced.

“Uncle Plo!”

The guest in question crouched down to the child's level.

“Hello, little pup.”

The two exchanged a brief hug before the Kel Dor's gaze traveled to lock onto the clone. Plo raised a hand in greeting.

“Apologies, I was kept later than usual.”

“It's no problem,” the woman replied emerging from the kitchen, “Selene's been busy setting up.”

“Uh huh, Mom helped me with the snacks.”

“Oh,” Plo turned his attention back to Selene, “another of your tea parties? I seem to remember Sinker enjoying them.”

Selene nodded enthusiastically, “Yeah! Wanna see?”

“I'd love to. If you give me a moment, I'll join you shortly.”

Wolffe's pup shot off. The sound of footfalls echoed down the hall.The adults sat in a moment of silence.

“Thank you for watching her.” Wolffe began.

The jedi's features crinkled, tinged with mirth, “It's no trouble. She's a welcomed break from the galaxy.”

A pair of hands grasped onto the clone's arm before he felt a familiar weight against his shoulder.

“We shouldn't be long.”

“Take all the time you need. However, I need to see about this tea party.”

“Wolffe?”

The commander's thoughts returned to his wife. Her features twisted in concern.

“Sorry, just...”

Her hand folded over his as if to bolster him.

“Work thoughts still going?”

He sighed in hopes of lifting the invisible weight off his chest.

“Selene was almost glad to see us go.”

Her features softened, “She doesn't get to see Plo too often.”

His flat gaze brushed away her attempts to cushion the blow.

“The war was easier, mesh'la. I could handle clankers.”

Her delicate fingers graced the underside of his chin, bringing his face back to her.

“She sees you trying,” She offered a smile, “just give her time.”

The clone commander chewed on her advice through the rest of their outing.

Selene frowned from her place at the head of her plastoid table.

“Something troubling you?”

The child's eyes remained on the brightly colored tea set.

“You've known my daddy a long time.”

The jedi master shifted on the seat he was perched on.

“I have. He and I helped a lot of people.”

“Do you think he likes me?”

Silence the span of a heart beat seemed to stretch for eternity. She fidgeted under his gaze. Plo took a breath as he meticulously picked his words.

“Do you know the name of your father's battalion?”

She nodded, “The wolf pack. There's a picture of a loth-wolf. Daddy has one.” Her fingers tapped her shoulder where a pauldron would sit.

Plo smiled, “You're right. Did he tell you the story about the loth-wolves?”

At the shake of her head, Plo began his tale.

“Loth-wolves are protectors. They scare off anything that would wish them harm, but all the loth-wolves come together to protect someone most precious.”

He glanced at her enraptured expression. Her body leaned forward as if to urge him on.

“One who was brave. She would feed them and care for them, and they vowed to defend her until the end.”

“Who was she?”

Plo tilted his head upward as if to ponder, “Princess Selene of the Cynthus moon.”

Her tiny jaw hit the floor. After a few moments, the child glanced from her plastoid table to a section of shelving that housed a variety of paper.

“Uncle Plo, can you help me with something?”

The commander and his wife soon shuffled in. However, something was amiss as Selene rocked back and forth on her heels.

“Daddy, I got something for you.”

At his piqued curiosity, he noticed both of her hands were hidden behind her back. She pursed her lips before she loosed a roll of her eyes. She was definitely his daughter.

“You gotta close your eyes first.”

A glance to his wife and a reassuring gesture from her, and his eyes slid closed. A ruffle of thick paper met his ears.

“Okay, you can look.”

His eyes immediately met the colorful paper that had seemingly suffered a glitter assault with a drawing that was similar to the artwork that was displayed in their kitchen. Selene held the paper aloft with a grin. The words 'You're Invited' penned in purple as well managed as her little hands could be.

@locitapurplepink, @rain-on-kamino @starrylothcat @writing-positivelyexisting @burningfieldof-clover @padawancat97 @ahsokastechie

#commander wolffe x reader #wolffe x reader #cfb2023

[holylulusworld]

Hello, sweet Lulu!

I’ve been thinking of Goddess and Captain lately- I just love the humor but also the sweetness in their story!

Do you have any thoughts on how Captain would react if one of the first times he was nice to Goddess it momentarily glitched her brain and she ended up getting injured in a battle? Would he save her? Would he nurse her back to health himself? Would he feel absolutely awful and shower her in affection? 🥺

Hi lovely. Thank you so much for loving these two idiots in love...

A/N: I imagine this is (pre-) Worst minions ever.

It's another ordinary day for our favorite villain.

Damn, you feel good. And the new costume you got with the help of Carl, your most trusted minion, feels like a second skin.

You are ready to bring Captain America down today.

Enough of playing around with your nemesis. His good looks and smile won't save him today.

"Goddess," Steve dodges another attack. You just threw a car at him just for fun (and to help him stay in shape. Because you love America's ass.) "You look beautiful today, doll. Is that a new costume?"

"What?" You stop in your tracks. Did Captain America just compliment you? Wait...no. He wouldn't compliment you. Right?

"Watch out!" Steve screams your name. He threw his shield at you, believing you'd simply send it back or catch it like you did a hundred times before.

Not this time. This time the shield hit you in the chest. You end up on the ground, wincing in pain. "No...Doll!"

Steve is by your side in the blink of an eye. He looks you all over, praying he didn't hurt you too much.

"Whoa...you have a hallow, Captain Sassypants." You grin up at him. "But...why are there two of you? I can only handle one sassy Captain."

"Doll, can you hear me? Where does it hurt?"

Your head lolls back, and Steve fears the worst. "No. I didn't want to hurt you. Come on, Goddess." He carefully picks you up, running toward the tower to get help.

"HELP! I need medical help!"

"Capsicle, calm down," Tony grunts. "You know the meaning of the word enemy. Right? Why do you care so much about someone who regularly tries to kill you?"

Steve sighs deeply. "She's not a villain. If she wanted to kill me, I'd be dead for years. Goddess loves to fight against me, but she never tried to hurt me for real."

"This is sickeningly sweet."

"How is she? Can I visit her?" Steve walks past Tony to enter the hospital room at the medical bay to annoy the doctor checking on your condition. "Doctor?"

"She's got a concussion and two broken ribs. I'm a little worried about her mental state. She's talking about someone called Captain Sassypants all the time."

Steve grins. "Uh-I've got this. I'll take care of her..."

That's how you became his prisoner in his home. Even though he calls you a guest and pretends to nurse you back to health, you know Captain Sassypants tries to settle the score...

Not that you do not enjoy his attention, and the fact that he lets you sleep in his bed...

#lulu answers #worst minions ever ask #captain sassypants & goddess blurb #steve rogers #steve rogers & villain reader #villian reader #steve rogers x reader

[prof-peach]

Having real fun reading through the backlog of the blog.

I keep wondering if this is the kind of place my trainer would randomly book a tour to. She requires her chair for regular locomotion but has been working on getting a more versatile model. She can be carried by most of her team but would much rather roll herself.

I can't imagine a lot of the island has easy paths for wheelchairs though. That said, she did manage the Hoenn region, though Sinnoh and its unreasonable amount of mountain defeated her. Do you think anyone knowing her physical limitation would try and talk her out of coming?

I can also picture her seeing Peach wrestling a 'mon and pointing it out to her Machoke, going "I told you I wasn't the only one!"

She is also pleased by the don't-send-10'yo's-on-their-own stance. She went through an academy that taught much the same skills (when her parents couldn't talk her out of wanting to do her trainers' journey) and left at 16 with two pokemon, a treeco who picked her, and a Machoke from the school who wanted to make sure such a student was ok.

The Island prides itself on being accessible, theres ramps everywhere, elevators in any buildings allowing public access to higher floors, the hotel is its own buisness but accomodates for this too, rentable mons who can help folks around, and almost everywhere is wheelchair acessible, including any doors being power assisted.

Not only do we at Dotaku deal with A LOT of footfall, we handle a lot of older clientel above and beyond the youngsters, and to top it off, pokemon with disabilities move around the different locations too. The island caters to that, you can even get up to the top of the mountain for the view if you wish, it's been carefully carved out and planned so anyone can visit and have relative ease getting about, though we do advise anyone going up that hill with mobility issues at the vesy least take a pokemon with them to aid should they become tired. We have plenty that are happy to help if visitors dont have a pokemon strong enough too.

You can book a tour with any facility individually if you like, or do a day tour. We have staff leading them regularly, giving visitors informed details about various pokemon and locations. Or, if you prefer to venture alone, its all acessibe and open to the public. There are some buildings of limits but those are clesrly sign posted and overseen by staff and pokemon to make sure no one wanders in and gets hurt, ot ends up in a secure area they shouldnt be.

Dotaku is just one big island park, catering to all. Phone the head office for further details, we have great members of staff always ready to help clear up any questions you may have, and you can even book any specific events ahead of time.

During the summer we have cook outs, independant vendors with hand made trinkets, the kite flying festival which is quite something to watch if not partake in, the migration of the swellow that'll come by, theres lapras sightings this time of year cose to the shores, and at the end of summer the Jumpluff move off the island to go inland for more tame weather, quite a beautiful sight to see so many catching the wind to go home, usually I'll fly with them to the mainland so its a good time to see a handful of dragon types on guard duty. Theres a fair where you can buy local produce, partake in friendly battles to earn some neat reward items, three contests, one for beginners, one is a costume one anyone can enter, and the other is more professional for those who want a challenge, each judged by telented guests who come in from all over. If you need a break our daycare can offer your pokemon respite, theres a groomers on site so a new hairdo might be on the cards too, or just a massage to ease tension. Water based sport is avaiable, with small canoes, boats and gear available to rent if that appeals. Theres the odd talk on pokemon care from our experts, and opportunities to ask questions and dig deeper into some of the pokemon the island handles. Dont forget the dock side fair, if you just want to eat junk food and play some arcade games with your pokemon, more than reasonable to take time for that, grab lunch at the cafe, or just chill out and watch the waves while listening to the Dewgong laid out on the rocks.

On wednesday you can challenge the professors, staff and rangers, we try to give an evening to guests who want to battle us for the fun of it, but none of us use our core teams for saftey reasons, and will pick pokemon based on whoever is close at hand and willing, could be anything. If you win you can get a ribbon bangle, which some enjoy collecting much like badges, though they hold no weight in the league.

Other staff are more than free to fight with their true teams, so predicting their strategy may be easier, but I never will, and will refuse a proper battle with my core group should someone request it, I say this now to save any dissapointment.

I'm sure you'd see me from time to time, but summer is the busy month, plenty to do, so don't mind me if im run off my feet, I do try to show face whenever possible but work comes first. Best bet is to keep your eyes on the skies, youll see the flash of orange and yellow of my dear charizard Boa ferrying me around, and probably get a sense of where I may end up in the day. If you spot Val wandering around, I suggest NOT trying to pet her, many have made this mistake, many have been bitten. Every localised sign has stickers on them reminding people of specific pokemon not to approach or pet. She's on every sign.

Any visitor is given a saftey breifing, and all areas have signs for people to see the rules, as some locations dont allow flash photography, loud noises, or touching of the pokemon.

#dotaku island #prof.peach #pokemon #feel free to visit #its an open door to anyone #we cater to all

[thesixthplaneteer]

Here is my entry for the Masquerade Breach zine!! I have been hitting that word limit like a brick wall for the past month, and I am too excited to keep it to myself! My piece is titled Hell-O-Ween! A Masquerade Breach Story because we like cheesy horror in this house. Thank you for reading!

It’s the late 1980s in Las Vegas, Nythanel, and Noa are attending a Halloween party being put on by Don Jacob Rothstein. Held in a mansion in the desert far away from the city, so the more illicit activities don't fall under unwanted scrutiny, and only those in the know are supposed to be there. One person slipped past security, an ancient enemy of the Giovanni whose true motives are unknown, but their eyes are set on Noa tonight. What can a neonate necromancer and waterblooded sorcerer do when things really start to go bump in the night?

The green makeup of his Audrey Two costume hid the redness but Nythanel still felt the warmth of embarrassment and anger on his face. Fighting back tears he side stepped between costumed guests, tray toting servers, and did his best to fight the urge to bull them over as he went back to the ballroom. Don Jacob Rothstein's Halloween party was in full swing. The dance floor was lively, the bar was packed, and the live band seemed like they could go all night long.

He wanted to make his problem everyone else’s problem but held onto his senses, making a scene at the head of Clan Giovanni’s party wouldn’t make his night better. Noa’s bright red hooded dress and silver devil mask were easy to spot, but seeing her didn’t bring the ease to his mind he wanted. A tall figure in an elaborate red Venetian masquerade costume with a matching laughing mask loomed over her, holding her wrist.

The party-goers near them shuffled away and gawked. No doubt they thought some crass couple brought their backroom fun to the front. A wall of bodies formed to watch, but over their shoulders Nyth could see another masked person grab Noa from behind. Nythanel shoved over a woman in a peacock dress and jammed his elbows into the sides of two clowns to get through.

Noa struggled to get out of their grasp, but Red Mask jerked her arm the other direction. The snap was audible over the music, a pained scream erupted from Noa, a jagged peak shot up from under the sleeve of her dress. The crowd around them gasped, some retched, some clapped for what they thought was some Halloween entertainment, some quickly fled, others watched on unsure what to make of the display.

Nythanel burst free of the crowd and charged them, seeing that the second assailant's costume was also Venetian - though far less elaborate and the color beige. Red Mask noticed his approach and abandoned Noa with a leap backward as Nythanel slammed into the tussle, bringing them all down to the floor hard. Noa’s silver mask clattered to the ground while Beige’s mask was knocked askew but stayed on their face. The thin fabric of their costume tore as Nythanel gathered a fistful of it and pulled, the other fist delivering a hard blow to the back of their head, forcing them to surrender Noa in order to defend themselves.

The surrounding crowd was now comprised mostly of individuals thinking this was simply a show for the party. Some clapped, some cheered for who they picked as their favorite, while a few pulled their partners away.

Moving with trained agility, Nythanel threw his leg over Beige, pushing them onto their back, gaining control of the situation. Flesh exposed itself, the torn collar of the costume revealing their throat. Nythanel gazed at the sight for a moment. He had no Beast. There was no voice demanding he feed, no inner monster begging to kill. This desire was all his. He opened wide and lurched forward, his fangs breaking skin. Any scream to come was cut short by the crushing of their windpipe beneath teeth. Fresh warm blood cascaded into his mouth. Mortal, musky, the sting of alcohol, and a wine-like sweet finish. Sanguine he thought to himself as it empowered his own weak vitae.

Nythanel didn’t see where the sawed-off shotgun came from, nor notice how Beige was able to pull the concealed weapon, he only heard the deafening bang that brought him back to reality. A shower of blood and bone poured from a bystander’s face. Screams of terror erupted from the crowd, they slammed into each other in their mad scramble, going toward the back of the manor to get away from the no longer entertaining brawl. The band abruptly stopped, the gunshot ending the revelry. Not wanting to risk Noa or himself being the target of the next round he twisted and wrenched, flesh and inner tissue tore until he ripped free the section of throat seized by his vicious teeth.

More yells of fearful confusion came from the guests, the handful of them brave or drunk enough to think they could stop a gunman turned and ran as Nythanel spit the chunk of meat onto the floor. Suddenly, he felt pressure build in his ear drums, his heart became heavy with dread despite the flood of passion from the blood. He'd felt this before, when Noa had shown off her necromantic powers in their rare moments of being able to be alone together since arriving in Las Vegas. Nythanel had thought he’d become accustomed to it, or at least shouldn’t be caught off guard by it. Still it numbed the hot anger and hatred he felt. A curtain of wispy, incorporeal figures began to fall from the ceiling. They manifested into the material world like shadows cast into the air itself as they drank in the light, only allowing a dim glow to illuminate the room. Recognizably human, yet completely otherworldly. One such shadow fell over the victim of the beige thug’s gunshot. The body began to twitch and jerk, a sickening gurgle came out of its throat as the air pushed out of its lungs. Nythanel reeled back from the corpse shambling back to its feet, and turned to see Red Mask holding a black stone.

Noa moved to stand, and for a moment she was awestruck at the blatant display of Oblivion's power. Her already dark eyes turned black like a starless night. She wiped her palm across Nythanel’s chin, wetting her hand with the blood of his victim. Willing forth her vitae through the protruding wound in her arm, she let it drip down and mix with the cooling blood before taking hold of the locket around her neck. The air around her became humid and cold. A shiver went through Nythanel as he felt an icy touch trace his spine. The rose on his lapel wilted, and the few mortals that tried running past them collapsed, their eyes went dull, skin turned pale. Sapped of life. She waved her hand out in front of her and took measured steps forward, like a priest performing a sanctifying prayer, and the wispy shadows began to retreat.

The sound of wet choking reminded Nyth of the reanimated corpse, and as his head turned back, he saw it rush past him. His body at first couldn't move as a deep and primal terror seized him. It was walking death, but not his kind of death. True death, the kind even the undead feared. He didn't want to go near that thing, but as it closed the distance between itself and Noa, he knew he had to act or he would lose her. Grabbing hold of his dying lapel rose, he squeezed hard along its thorny stem to draw blood, calling upon the sanguine power within him. He mumbled the incantation and the rose revived in his hand, more vibrant than ever.

Nythanel willed the rejuvenated plant to grow, attempting to whip it towards the corpse to stop it in its tracks. With perhaps more luck than skill, the branch wrapped around the creature's throat, barbs digging into dead flesh. Nyth pulled hard, managing to stop it mere inches from Noa, yet the body remained upright as it struggled to fulfill its goal of reaching her.

Noa didn’t waver at all, either completely confident Nythanel would help her, or far too focused on taking control of the descending wraiths.The room was a thunderous cacophony of horrified cries and screams of dismay, the shattering of glass on the ground, the panicked stampeding of a mob with no direction to go in. Those who had witnessed Nythanel's attack and the arisen corpse tried to run away, but those who hadn't seen pushed back to try and reach the front exit. Spirits accosted various bystanders, forcing themselves into unwilling bodies to inflict more fear onto those surrounding them. Poltergeists scattered plates and knocked over chairs, some managing to even drop a large chandelier on top of the crowd. In the confusion, they didn't care who was trampled. The guests desperately lashed out at anything impeding their own escapes. Jewelry, costume accessories, blood, and bodies all dropped to the floor and were stomped on without a second thought. The wraiths were erratic, but Noa fought, countering the incantations of Red Mask as the shadows ebbed and flowed around them like a turbulent ocean. To an unknowing observer, the two appeared to be simply standing in place and muttering strangely, but Nythanel knew they both were manipulating the thin fabric separating the land of death from the land of the living.

The rose Nythanel turned into a weapon was also being sapped of its life and desperately it drank from him to stay alive. He shifted his weight and pulled as hard as he could to try and bring the corpse to the ground. There was little hope in killing something that was already dead. He forced his will onto the rose once more, allowing it to drink even more of his vitae. It expanded rapidly in response, sprouting more branches that ensnared the body and sawed into its skin with mutated spikes. Despite it being controlled by a spirit, it was still limited to the strength of the muscles it still possessed, or so Noa had previously explained. The writhing and wriggling vines continued to tear, severing the veins and nerves and rendering the wretched thing immobile for good.

His vision started to blur, his head swimming as his vitae was near exhausted. The rose had taken root in his arm and now it threatened to drink him dry. With nearly all he had left, he willed the passing of seasons on the flower, advancing its life cycle to the point it began to wither and decay until it too became immobile and dead.

The two necromancers were still locked in their strange duel, fighting for control of the spirit current that flooded the manor. Nythanel knew he had to help Noa, something better than running headfirst into a death dealer but his options were limited. His eyes went to the floor for answers, and sure enough there was: shotgun. Hurriedly he picked it up and aimed, hoping it had the promised second shot, though the room spun in his hungry near-delirium. With a squeeze of the trigger the weapon thundered, sending its payload into the shoulder of the Red Mask. Crimson exploded from their wound as they stumbled back, their concentration breaking enough for Noa to gain the upper hand. Her good arm raised higher, and the undulating ceiling seemed to calm as the wraiths obeyed her. The shadow over the ballroom lifted slowly as she brought them to heel.

The Red Mask despite all of the trouble and their fresh injury seemed to have accepted their defeat. With only a glance to Noa and a dramatic throw of their cape, a cold silence surrounded them as they simply walked away. Despite the chaos of the still frightened crowd, they were swallowed within the mob as if they had not even been there. Nythanel at first made a move to follow, but stopped himself as Noa began to buckle. Good riddance, he thought sheepishly as he turned to her, relieved the death dealer decided to just leave. She was more important to him, anyway.

As the full brightness of the lights returned and the pressure lifted from his ears, the distinct sound of Italian leather stomped across the floor towards them from behind. A ham-handed man took hold of his collar and jerked him into the air, the shotgun crashing loudly onto the marble.

"You're gonna wish you were fuckin' dead when I'm through with you, Warlock." Growled Adolfo Puttanesca, right hand of the Don.

#vtm #vampire the maquerade #my writing #world of darkness #nyth #nythanel #noa #noa hidalgo #thinblood #clan giovanni #clan hecata #masquerade breach #vtm oc #harbinger of skulls #wilted roses

[4littlefishies]

The 36th Floor - I'm So Tired

satoru gojo x suguru geto

warnings: none

wc: 6.6k

previous chapter here

note: More was meant to happen in this chapter but I'm being honest, I had to just split it into two chapters. I hope you enjoy some more fluff >:)

Satoru opens up his front door, just having had a ton of groceries delivered. New Year's Eve is here and he’s having a few of his friends over to celebrate. The year had felt just as long as any other, but he was happy with how he would be finishing out the year. He picks up the many bags and brings them all inside, determined to not take more than one trip. 

“Ah!” He yelps as he feels himself starting to drop one of the bags as he hurries into the kitchen. He unloads all the bags onto the island, letting out a sigh as he lets go of all the weight. “Alright, Shi, I’ve got every snack and soda known to man, I think there’s something here for everyone.” He says, turning and watching as Shiro strolls past him towards her food bowl. “You know it’s not your dinner time yet ma’am.” Satoru points out, raising his eyebrows at the cat as she looks back up at him. He shakes his head with a smile, looking down at his watch.

“People should be here in about an hour and a half. I think that’s enough time to clean everything and get all the snacks ready, don’t you think?” He continues looking down at the cat that continues to ignore him. “You really don’t care about me, do you?” Satoru sighs out, slightly hurt at the lack of attention from Shiro. She looks up at him and lets out a meow. “Oh, but you’ll answer to that?” He smiles, bending over to pick her up and cuddling her into his warm chest. She snuggles in close, actually loving the attention. His smile remains on his face as he makes his way into his bedroom before setting her down on his bed. Satoru walks into his bathroom and grabs a black headband out of the top drawer. He slips it over his head before pushing it back up to keep his hair out of his face while he cleans. “Okay,” He says with a huff, “I’m gonna start with the bathroom, that seems like the smartest idea.” 

Satoru walks back out into the living room and back towards the guest bathroom, pressing play on some music on his phone to listen to while he cleans. With his hair now pushed back and out of his face, he makes his way through the bathroom, cleaning every crack and crevice, making sure not to leave any surface uncleaned. He makes sure there’s plenty of toilet paper stocked up and that the hand soap is full. Finishing off with a clean hand towel on the hook, he looks at his work with a satisfied smile. “I think I’d make a pretty good maid, huh Shi? I could wear the costume and everything.” He says, stepping out of the bathroom and looking down at his watch. “That really took half an hour? Good thing I have the roomba or your hair would be all over this place!” Satoru says, letting out a sigh, happy to be finished cleaning the bathroom.

Heading back into the kitchen, he pulls his phone out, feeling it vibrate in his pocket. He opens it up to see a text from Suguru, a smile on his face almost automatically at the sight. 

‘on my way up!’ Satoru furrows his brows and cocks his head as he reads it, slightly confused.

He doesn’t mean, like, here, right? He looks down at his watch once more, thinking he misread the time, but his watch reads 7:12. I told people to show up at 8, didn’t I? Satoru looks back through his messages with Suguru, realizing that he did, in fact, tell him to come at 7. Shit. He doesn’t know whether to be excited that he’s here, or nervous because he isn’t done setting up yet. He doesn’t have time to think about it any longer because he hears a knock at the front door. His eyes widen and his heart rate picks up, knowing who’s on the other side. He takes a deep breath, trying to be cool as he walks up to the front door, unlocking it and pulling it open. 

He opens it to Suguru standing in the hallway, wearing grey sweatpants, a white tshirt with a dark blue hoodie on top, and white sneakers. He has a black crossbody bag on and he’s holding one of his arms behind his back when Satoru opens the door, very obviously hiding something.

“Sorry I’m late, but I brought these!” Suguru says, revealing a bouquet of brightly colored flowers. Satoru’s mouth falls open at the sight, his cheeks getting slightly pink. “For the host.” He hands the flowers to Satoru with a big smile on his face, stepping forward. Satoru moves aside, taking the flowers with a similar smile as Suguru makes his way inside. 

“Yeah, actually, you’re about 45 minutes early.” He says, closing and locking the door behind him and turning around to see Suguru with a confused look on his face.

“But, you said 7, right?” He asks, pulling out his phone to go back and check their conversation.

Satoru nods his head, walking back towards the kitchen. “Yeahhh,” He says, drawing it out. “I meant 8 but I accidentally told you 7.” He finishes, silently celebrating the simple mistake. Suguru shakes his head with a smile on his face, watching as Satoru pulls out a vase for the flowers to go in. 

“You can just tell me if you wanna hang out, Satoru.” Suguru says, slightly teasing him. Satoru feels like his knees get weak upon hearing his name out of his mouth as he fills up the vase with water.

“It was an accident, I told you!” Satoru fights back, dumping the flower food into the water before sticking the bouquet into the vase. He puts it in the middle of the island and looks at Suguru with a smile on his face. “Gorgeous!” He says, admiring the flowers. 

“Do you need help with anything before everyone else gets here?” Suguru asks, watching as Satoru walks around the kitchen,wiping down the countertops and pulling out bowls to put the snacks in. Satoru smiles at the gesture.

“Do you want to dump these all out into the bowls while I go change?” Satoru suggests, pointing at the bags of chips, crackers, and other snacks.

“You mean to tell me you’re not keeping the headband on?” Suguru responds with a fake sad voice, pouting at Satoru. Oh my god, Satoru thinks to himself at the sight. I would do literally anything he asked me to right now. He smiles at Suguru, shaking his head. 

“Unfortunately, I will not be keeping the headband on, Suguru.” Satoru says, leaning his elbows on the island, now looking at Suguru. “Shoko would never let me hear the end of it if she saw me wearing this.” Satoru explains, seeing Suguru quickly put his phone down on the counter as he leans over. “What was that?” He asks, pointing at Suguru’s phone and raising an eyebrow.

“I don’t think I know what you’re talking about, Satoru.” Suguru says with a growing smile on his face, knowing that he just took a picture of Satoru in the headband, hoping he wouldn’t notice.  

“I think you know exactly what I’m talking about, Suguru.” Satoru says, raising both eyebrows now as he slowly tries to approach Suguru. “Let me at least see it!” He shouts, practically pouncing on Suguru, who’s just fast enough to grab his phone and keep it just out of reach. “Let me see!” He repeats like a child, trying to get his way. The two of them are a laughing mess as Satoru tries to grab the phone from Suguru who’s good at playing keep away from him. Satoru tries to run around either side of him before eventually just leaning over Suguru’s shoulder, trying to use the shortest path to the phone. 

“Okay! Okay, I’ll show you!” Suguru says, both of them still laughing at the entire situation. Satoru stays leaned over Suguru’s shoulder, his chest resting on his back as he watches him open up his phone. His chin rests on his shoulder, which feels dense underneath his touch. He wishes that he could stay like this forever. Satoru sees the picture and smiles, liking how it looks.

“Oh wow, I look good!” He says, standing back up, happy to see the picture, but also buzzing from the physical contact with him. He’s so warm and smells so good. “I’ll be right back.” He says, walking towards his bedroom. He pulls the headband off his head, closing the door behind him as he starts to hear Suguru opening bags and dumping them out into the bowls. He heads into the bathroom to put the headband back, brushing through his hair to fix it from being up. 

Satoru heads back out of the bathroom and into his closet, picking out some black sweats and a dark grey crewneck. He switches out of his earlier clothes into his comfy outfit and checks the mirror one more time, making sure his hair looked good. He flashes himself a cheeky smile and heads back out into the main room, Suguru now sitting on the couch, his legs spread wide. Satoru swallows thickly at the sight.

“You look comfy,” Suguru points out as Satoru sits down on the couch next to him, much less space between them than the first time they both sat on his couch together. Satoru smiles, nearly squeezing his eyes shut as he does it. He leans back, interlocking his fingers behind his head as he lays back and stares up at the ceiling. 

“That’s because I am.” Satoru says, raising his eyebrows, letting his eyes fall closed for a moment, just thinking about being here with Suguru and how happy he feels whenever he’s around. He opens his eyes to sneak a quick glance at Suguru, only for their eyes to meet for a split second before Suguru looks out the window and Satoru closes his eyes once again. He feels his heart beat faster in his chest at the quick eye contact. He’s driving me insane. He thinks, squeezing his eyes shut. Stop it. He just wants to be friends. Satoru opens his eyes, staring back up at the ceiling.

“Hey Shiro,” Satoru hears, causing him to sit up, looking over to see Shiro immediately jumping up into Suguru’s lap. Satoru shakes his head in disbelief.

“I’m the one that feeds you!” Satoru shouts out jokingly, shaking his head at his cat. Suguru smiles with his eyes closed as he pets the fluffy white cat. Satoru smiles, standing up to head into the kitchen. “Do you want something to drink?” He asks, going to open the fridge. He pulls open the door and grabs one of the many cans of soda, leaning back to peer at Suguru, watching as he continues petting Shiro with a gentle smile on his face. She likes him just as much as I do at this point. He smiles to himself, closing the fridge and cracking open the can and taking a sip, slurping obnoxiously to get Suguru’s attention. 

“Please tell me you don’t actually drink like that.” Suguru says as Satoru starts taking another obnoxiously loud sip of his drink, causing him to laugh and almost start coughing. 

“What if I did?” Satoru asks, waltzing back into the living room, can in his hand. He smiles and looks down at the ground, still feeling slightly nervous around him, despite them having known each other for nearly two months at this point. 

“I think I could look past it.” He says, looking Satoru up and down. Satoru’s face gets hot as he looks down with a grin that says ‘You’re driving me crazy but I can’t say it,’ at Suguru who’s still sitting on the couch petting Shiro. Suguru looks up at Satoru and the two make eye contact. They both feel their cheeks get hot, but neither one wants to look away first. Shiro jumps off of Suguru’s lap, causing both of them to watch as she walks away, heading back into Satoru’s bedroom. “I guess she’s over me.” Suguru says, shrugging his shoulders.

Satoru sits back down on the couch right next to Suguru this time. “You never said if you wanted something to drink.” Satoru says, softly, looking over at Suguru. 

“Don’t worry, I can get it, you don’t have to.” Suguru responds, trying to be polite. “I’m good right now though. Thank you.” He says with a soft smile, making Satoru’s heart skip a beat. 

“You wanna sit over here?” Satoru asks, pointing over to the chairs that face the window. “Get some time in before everyone else gets here and goes crazy?” Satoru suggests, standing up with Suguru following closely behind.

‘I would love to.” He says with a smile, following Satoru over to the chairs by the window and sitting in their same seats as they did the night that Suguru came over for the first time. Satoru smiles to himself at the moment as he stares out the window and the night skyline. It seemed like every light in the city was lit up, everyone ready to ring in the new year in just a couple of hours. “It’s beautiful.” Suguru says, snapping Satoru out of his almost trance-like state he’s in while staring at the view. 

“Like I said before,” Satoru starts, “It’s yours.” He says quietly before he looks over at Suguru who turns to meet his gaze. I want to be the reason he smiles. It’s the only thing I want to see in my thoughts, in my dreams. He can’t stop thinking about it. Satoru turns back to look out the window, music softly playing in the background, but he can’t help sneaking small glances at Suguru. He wants to see the look on his face as he looks out at the view that he seems to love more than anything. 

All he sees is Suguru, sitting comfortably in the chair next to him, looking absolutely infatuated with the view. He rests with a smile on his face as he takes in the scenery that he's seen only once before. “Something about is different from the view at the office, you know?” Suguru says, not able to peel his eyes away from the window. Satoru stays watching him, his chin resting in his palm as he admires his own view. He doesn't answer, causing Suguru to turn and see why. Their eyes meet, but no words come out, almost like they're stuck in their own little world, unable to be torn away from each other by any force whatsoever. Satoru smiles at Suguru, feeling his heart beating hard in his chest.

I could stare into his eyes forever. Satoru thinks silently to himself, only adding to the smile that's already on his face. Breaking their moment of silence together, a knock is heard coming from the front door. Satoru looks down at his watch, slightly disappointed that his one on one time with Suguru is coming to an end, but also excited to see his friends and celebrate the new year with them. Satoru jumps up out of his chair and hurries towards the front door, ready to see who it is. “I bet it’s Ijichi.” He says, looking back at Suguru as he makes his way to the door.

“8 minutes early? Definitely Ijichi.” Suguru says, standing up from his chair with a smile on his face, heading back towards the kitchen as people begin to arrive. Satoru pulls open the door and Ijichi is standing on the other side along with Haibara and Shoko.

“Woah, not everyone all at once!” Satoru teases, opening up the door for them all to step inside. 

“Hey Geto!” Haibara calls out as he sees Suguru standing in the kitchen, leaning back against the counter with his hands leaning on the cold surface behind him. He’s excited to see him. Satoru’s jaw clenches at the sound of it. Pull it together. We’re all just friends here. He relaxes his jaw, trying not to be jealous about someone that he wasn’t in a relationship with. He greets his guests, explaining what each of the snacks were in heavy detail.

“I’m surprised that you bought more than just candy.” Shoko says, pulling open the fridge to see what drinks Satoru had. “My God, how could one person drink this much soda?” She says, getting a sight of the fridge.

“It’s not all for me!” He shouts out in defense. “I’m trying to be a good host so I have a lot of options!” Satoru steps behind her and takes a look at the fridge, proud of his work.

“Gojo, there’s only five of us here.” Shoko says, turning around to look at him like he’s crazy. Satoru smiles and looks over at Suguru who’s standing against the island. Suguru smiles back at him, deciding to come to Satoru’s defense.

“Shoko give the man a break, he’s trying to be a good host.” Suguru says, eyes still on Satoru with a smile. Satoru holds his bottom lip in between his teeth, trying to suppress a smile and failing, his eyes saying thanks. 

Shoko closes the fridge and turns around having decided on a cherry coke. “You guys aren’t allowed to gang up on me like that,” She starts, raising her eyebrows and pointing between the two like a disappointed mother. “I’m the reason you guys even know each other.” She finishes. Satoru can’t hold back his smile and neither can Suguru as she walks out of the kitchen between them. The two of them make eye contact far above Shoko’s head as she passes and Satoru feels his cheeks get hot once again. 

“Do you guys wanna play a game?” Satoru says, turning his head towards the living room. He makes his way out towards the couch while Suguru stays back in the kitchen to grab a drink. He looks at the array of different wine bottles that Satoru has lined up along the counter and decides on an orange wine. He grabs the corkscrew that’s set to the side and makes quick work of opening it. Satoru looks back at him from the living room, watching his arms flex as he gets the bottle opened. He shakes his head before turning his attention back to Shoko and the others.

“What if we just put on a movie in the background and play a drinking game with it.” Shoko suggests, sitting down on the couch with a sigh. Satoru sits down in the chair to the left of the couch and grabs the tv remote.

“If nobody else has an idea for a movie I know one we could watch!” Satoru shouts out, earning the attention of everyone.

“Satoru, we are not watching Human Earthworm 4 again!” Suguru calls from the kitchen as he pours the wine into a glass. Satoru crosses his arms with a pout as he slouches back into his chair.

“Here, let me pick.” Shoko says, holding out her arm towards Satoru, trying to get him to hand her the remote. He hands it to Ijichi who’s sitting between the two who hands it off to Shoko with a shy smile. She scrolls through, looking for something to watch and Suguru comes back from the kitchen, holding his glass of wine and a can of the same soda Satoru had been drinking. He stands behind the chair that Satoru is sitting in and holds the can in front of Satoru, who’s surprised to suddenly see it come from nowhere. He turns his head to see Suguru standing over him, the can in his hand. He looks at him with wide eyes, taking the can slowly. 

“Thank you,” He whispers up at him with a smile. He’s just being nice… Right? 

“You’re welcome.” Suguru says softly, just loud enough for Satoru to hear over the others talking and arguing over what movie to watch. It sends a shiver down his spine when he swears that he felt Suguru’s breath tickle his right ear. He takes a deep breath, trying to relax back into his seat, still feeling Suguru standing behind him. Shoko and Haibara eventually decide on watching Ratatouille. 

“Okay, drink every time you see a rat!” Shoko shouts out, pulling a laugh from Haibara and Ijichi while Satoru continues silently freaking out, Suguru still standing behind him. Finally, Suguru moves over to sit at the end of the couch closest to where Satoru was sat. 

The movie starts and everyone is quiet until Satoru says one comment about how one of the rats looked a little bit like Shoko, and then all bets were off. They decided against a drinking game per se, and just watched the movie with any and all commentary. Satoru and Suguru are exchanging glances the entire time, while Haibara is actually watching the movie and Shoko is drinking. Ijichi keeps an eye on Shoko as she suddenly has a glass of wine in her hands. Suguru refills his glass no less than 5 times - while also making sure to give Satoru a new soda when his had run out-, and is completely unable to even focus on the movie by the end of the movie. Satoru keeps an eye on him, as well as all of his friends as the night continues on. 

“I think that was a great movie decision.” Satoru says, crossing his arms as he slouches back in his chair, his hands clasped together on his chest as the credits play on the screen. Suguru laughs way too hard at Satoru’s comment, the wine having definitely gotten to him. 

“Me too!” Calls out Haibara, looking over at Satoru with pink cheeks and a smile on his face. Satoru smiles back at him as he sits forward before standing up and heading into the kitchen. Suguru jumps up and follows closely behind him, wanting to see where he’s going. 

“You good?” Satoru asks Suguru with a chuckle as he stumbles into the kitchen behind him. Suguru lets out a laugh upon hearing his question. He nods his head with a smile, his cheeks rosy pink and his vision fuzzy. 

“I am a little drunk.” He says, holding up his fingers slightly apart. His eyes are glossier than usual and he can’t seem to stand still.

“Only a little, huh?” Satoru teases back, raising his eyebrows at him with a smile, crossing his arms in front of his chest as he leans back against the countertop. “You gonna make it to midnight?” He asks, watching as Suguru slightly sways in his spot on the other side of the island until there’s a sudden loud voice from the living room. 

“But I don’t think anyone can cook Haibara! That’s what I’m saying!” They hear Shoko shout, earning a laugh out of both of them after they look at each other. Satoru shakes his head, a smile on his face as he watches Suguru continue laughing. 

“I’m gonna have no problem making it to midnight, Satoru.” Suguru says, tilting his head at Satoru. He smirks at the sight and leans forward onto his elbows on the the island, looking up at Suguru, who quickly mirrors him and leans against the other side of the island with his chin in his hands. Suguru has a beaming smile on his face that has his eyes closed. 

“We still have a couple hours, I would slow down if I were you, Suguru.” Satoru says, raising his eyebrows at him across the island. “I don’t want you to feel bad tomorrow.” He says, worried about Suguru feeling the same as he did not too long ago. 

“I’ll be fine, don’t worry about it.” Suguru says, waving his hand at Satoru. “I’m going to have one more.” He says, standing up and making his way around the island to the other side before opening the fridge and pulling out one of the many bottles now in the fridge. Satoru raises an eyebrow at him, turning around to face him as he pulls the stopper out of the top. 

“You smell like wine.” Satoru says, a soft smile on his face as he stands behind Suguru while he pours more into his glass on the counter. It’s nice and it’s sweet. I could breathe it in forever. Suguru picks up his glass after putting the bottle back in the fridge and turns around, now face to face with Satoru.

“Is there a problem with that?” Suguru asks, teasing Satoru, his breath smelling even more of wine. He raises his eyebrows with a smirk on his face. Satoru smiles, blushing at the flirtatious way he asked the question. He’s happy that Suguru is too drunk to be able to even notice how flustered he is at the closeness.

“I- I didn’t say that.” He says, stuttering at first, a nervous smile on his face, his cheeks continuing to redden. He definitely is a flirty drunk, damn. Suguru smiles, tilting his head before backing up and heading back out towards the living room. Satoru follows behind, seeing that the three of them still in the living room have picked a second movie to watch. Haibara has moved into the chair that Satoru was previously sitting in.

“Oh, sorry Gojo! Did you want your spot back?” He asks, looking up at him as he passes behind the chair. Suguru sits down in his previous spot on the couch and Satoru plops down next to him with a smile.

“Don’t worry about it!” Satoru says, waving his hand. On the other side of Satoru sits Ijichi and then Shoko on the other end of the couch. “So, what did you guys pick out this time?” He questions, looking up at the screen to see a movie already starting.

“This one’s called The Menu,” Says Ijichi, having been the one that was now in charge of the remote, just following what the others were telling him to do. 

“Is it scary?” Satoru asks, crossing his arms and watching as it begins playing. Suguru sits next to him, their knees close enough to touch if they wanted to. Ijichi sits politely with his arms crossed and Shoko leans on the arm of the couch, her legs trucked up onto the couch underneath a blanket that she had found folded on the back of the couch.

“I wouldn’t call it that, but you’re you, so… Maybe?” Shoko says, shrugging and shaking her head as she looks over at Satoru.

“Drink every time Gojo gets scared!” Haibara calls out, holding up his glass with a smile on his face. Satoru scrunches his nose while Suguru laughs beside him. He looks over at Suguru and shakes his head as he continues laughing. Suguru, Shoko and Haibara continue with their drinks throughout the movie while Satoru and Ijichi stick with soda. Halfway through the movie, Satoru feels Suguru’s head rest lightly on his shoulder until he’s fully laying on his shoulder. They stay like this until eventually Suguru wants one more glass and gets up, leaving the couch next to Satoru feeling extremely empty. He comes back and almost immediately, his head is back resting on Satoru’s shoulder. 

He can’t focus on the movie while his head is touching him. He smells so nice. His hair is so soft. I wonder if he’s thinking anything. This movie isn’t scary, just weird. He’s so nice and warm. I wonder if he can feel how hard my heart is beating. Thankfully, Suguru is too drunk to notice anything that Satoru is worrying about. He doesn’t even think about who he’s leaning his head onto.

“Guys it’s almost midnight!” Satoru calls out after looking down at his watch as the credits continue playing on the screen. Suguru shoots up from his spot on the couch, ready to ring in the new year with his friends. “I have champagne in the fridge! Although I don’t know that you guys need any more to drink.” He says, standing up and heading into the kitchen. The group follows behind and Satoru pulls out the two unopened bottles from the fridge. 

“Let me pop one!” Shoko shouts, eager to help with one of the bottles. She grabs it out of Satoru’s hands and makes quick work of it before pouring it into her own glass first. Satoru watches in amazement as she does it with ease.

“How did you do that so easily?” Satoru says, handing her the second bottle to pop open. 

“Practice.” She says with a cheeky smile, popping the second bottle with ease. The five of them fill their glasses with champagne. Satoru heads back out into the living room, turning on a livestream for them to watch the countdown on. “Did you guys have a good year?” Shoko asks, returning to the living room with her glass ready to go. 

“I had a great year, Shoko!” Haibara responds with a smile before taking a sip of his drink. 

“I had a good year too.” Suguru says, eyeing Satoru as he says it. Satoru doesn’t notice as he watches the tv, less than 2 minutes of the year remaining. 

“I’m happy I’m with you guys,” Haibara says, smiling at the group, holding up his glass. 

“I’m happy I’m with you guys, too!” Says Satoru, holding up his glass to cheers with Haibara, the other three eventually putting their glasses in, a chorus of clinks ringing out through the living room. “Less than a minute!” They watch the tv excitedly as the numbers slowly count down, finally reaching ten. 

The group chants out the last ten seconds of the year before erupting into celebration upon the clock striking midnight. To everyone’s surprise, Shoko grabs Ijichi and pulls him into a kiss, leaving the other three with wide open mouths at the sight. 

“Holy shit!” Suguru calls out and claps his hand over his mouth as Shoko grabs onto Ijichi’s face, giving him a big kiss. Satoru’s eyes flicker over to Suguru for just a moment, and their eyes happen to meet before they both quickly look away. I wish he was my new year’s kiss. The city outside below is exploding with celebrations and fireworks go off in the skies above. Satoru watches out the window at the colorful blasts in the sky and the sounds of the city below. 

Shoko finally pulls away from a bright red Ijichi, leaving him even more quiet than he already was. 

“That was, uh-” He stops, a shy smile on his face as he doesn’t know what to say. 

“Happy new year!” Shoko shouts out, throwing her arms up in the air. Suguru laughs as he throws his arms up with her, celebrating along with the music on the tv. Satoru smiles as he watches the scene in front of him. Shoko and Suguru dancing together, Ijichi too stunned to say anything, and Haibara quickly joins in along with Shoko and Suguru with a smile. Satoru crosses his arms, thankful for the friends that he has to spend the new year with him. 

Soon after midnight, Shoko suggests starting another movie, but they decide on just playing background music instead as they all continue to talk in the living room. Satoru stands in the kitchen as the four of them talk in the living room, just listening with a smile on his face and his arms crossed. Suguru looks over his shoulder and sees him standing there and decides to join him. 

“Didn’t want me to be lonely?” Satoru teases as Suguru makes his way into the kitchen, slightly wobbling on his way. Suguru leans up against the counter right next to where Satoru stands. 

“Actually,” He starts, still smelling strongly of wine and champagne. “C’n I please sleep s’mwhere? ‘m so tired.” He says, obviously feeling the effects of the wine much more now. Satoru’s eyebrows raise as he realizes how drunk he actually is now. 

“Woah there,” He says as Suguru leans on his shoulder, nearly toppling the both of them over. “Let’s get you to bed, huh?” He says as Suguru guides them as they make their way towards Satoru’s bedroom. He opens the door and Suguru makes his way inside, holding onto the wall for balance before grabbing Satoru’s arm, causing Satoru’s ears to get hot. “Almost there, don’t fall asleep quite yet.” Satoru says as they approach his bed. Suguru collapses at the end of the bed, laying back with his eyes closed. “You still alive?” Satoru asks, slightly worried about him.

Suguru sits up with an abrupt burst of energy and looks up at Satoru who stands in front of him with a smile. “You have dimples…” He points out, nearly touching Satoru’s cheek with his finger. “That’s cute.” He says quietly, but Satoru hears it anyway. He feels his face and ears get hot and his eyes widen for a moment, not sure of how to respond. 

“Yeah, yeah,” He says, walking around the side of the bed as Suguru crawls under the covers, shoving his head into the pillows. He tries to ignore what he just heard out of Suguru’s mouth, chalking it up to him being very drunk off of a lot of wine. “You try to get some sleep, okay? I’ll get some water and leave it on the nightstand right here for you.” Satoru says softly, looking at Suguru’s face, his eyes already closed and bangs hanging slightly over his face as he breathes steadily. 

Satoru heads back out to the kitchen to grab a clean glass and fill it up with water before returning once more to Suguru who was now asleep in his bed. He leaves the glass of water on the nightstand and takes one last look at the man asleep in his bed. A soft smile sits on his pale face as he looks at Suguru with his arms wrapped around the pillow and his face snuggled into it. He looks so peaceful as he breathes quietly but steadily as he sleeps on one side of Satoru’s bed, not more than an hour into the new year. 

He’s really asleep in my fucking bed? I have to be dreaming. Satoru thinks as he closes the door to his bedroom, trying not to make too much noise. Everything is fine. You’re just being a good friend. Yeah, that’s right. He heads back out to meet the other three. “Yeah, he’s definitely out for the night.” Satoru says, gesturing back towards his room with his thumb. 

Shoko looks around at the others with a sigh. “I think we’re gonna head out too, we’re all pretty tired and I wanna sleep in my own bed.” She says, looking down at her phone, presumably ordering a ride home. 

“Thank you very much for having us Gojo! This was a lot of fun!” Haibara says, a smile on his face as they all start to gather around the front door. 

“Yes, thank you for having us.” Ijichi says politely.

“You’re welcome any time, Ijichi!” Satoru says, a smile on his face as he lightly teases Ijichi. “You guys make sure Shoko gets home okay, alright?” He says as they all start to pull on their shoes, getting ready to leave and head home. The guys nod their heads in agreement, earning a nod back from Satoru. “Text me when you guys all get home!” Satoru says as Ijichi pulls open the front door, the light from the hallway pouring into the entryway. They all head off towards the elevator with a wave and Satoru lets the door close softly behind them before locking it and turning around.

“Holy shit. He’s still in my fucking bed!” He whispers to himself, completely unable to comprehend what’s happening. Satoru makes his way back into the kitchen, starting to clean up after the festivities. It only takes about 15 minutes until everything is put away, all the dishes are loaded into the dishwasher, and Shiro is fed. “All done by 1:30, I think that’s not too bad.” He says quietly to himself as he flicks off the kitchen light and then the living room lights before heading back into his bedroom, unsure of what he’s going to do.  

He sees Suguru still asleep along one side of his bed and shakes his head, still unable to believe that it’s real. He smiles to himself before he walks over to the armchair next to the windows. Sitting down, he looks out the window, but can’t seem to stop from turning around to look at Suguru asleep comfortably in his bed. He can’t do anything else but smile at the sight. He looks out the window one last time before making his way into the bathroom through the room that is lit only by the moonlight and the city surrounding it. Satoru closes the door to brush his teeth and get ready for bed. 

Making sure to turn the light off before he opens the door, Satoru heads back into his bedroom and into his closet. He closes the closet door and picks out a pair of pajama pants that was reserved for when he couldn’t just sleep in his underwear. He pulls on the pants and tosses his clothes from the day into the hamper. Now donned in just his pajama pants, me makes his way back out towards the bed before he grabs one of the pillows and a throw blanket before laying down on the floor next to the bed, not wanting to make him uncomfortable, no matter how much he wanted to sleep in the same bed as him. 

“Just sleep in the bed, ‘toru.” Satoru hears quietly as he lays down on the floor. Did- he just call me toru? Satoru feels his heart beating faster and his mind goes blank upon hearing it. 

“W-what?” He asks out, slightly flustered, unsure of if what he heard was real or not. He waits patiently for an answer as soon as the words leave his mouth, hoping that he wasn’t dreaming while still awake.

“It’s your bed, sleep in it.” He hears Suguru speak again, his voice slightly muffled as his face was shoved into a pillow. Satoru sits up, eyes wide as he looks over at Suguru who’s still in the same position as earlier, facing away from where he’s sat on the floor. He slowly stands up and gathers the blanket and pillow from the ground, throwing the blanket back where it came from and putting the pillow back onto the bed. Before he crawls into bed, he takes a couple pillows and puts them in the middle of the bed, trying to create a wall in between the two of them. 

I don’t want him to feel weird. He pulls back the covers before crawling in, trying to stay towards his side so as to not accidentally touch Suguru in the night. He pulls the blanket up to his chin, unable to stop smiling to himself just knowing that Suguru was sleeping right on the other side of the pillow wall he’s constructed between them. Rubbing his feet together, he closes his eyes and decides to whisper out into the quiet, nothing but the sound of breathing and Satoru’s whisper is heard. 

“Goodnight, Suguru.” Satoru whispers, but it falls on deaf ears as Suguru is already long asleep by the time it finally leaves his mouth. 

chapter 8

#satosugu #stsg #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #geto suguru #suguru geto #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #office au #4littlefishies #the 36th floor

[punsmaster69]

7/OCT/20XX

visiting tori today to apologize for.. probably being annoying while drunk.

pretty sure i wrote in my journal that day, but i can't bring myself to read it.

"Good morning, Sans!"

"...nice shirt."

"I was in need of another Halloween-y shirt, so it is just perfect!"

"..Is it depicting what I think is?"

"unfortunately."

"Hehehe! I like it anyways."

"Maybe even more?"

[Aggressive scribbling blocks out a line of text.]

"oh, uh, papyrus wanted me to bring you these as thanks for taking care of me. and, as an apology of sorts."

i handed her a plastic wrapped plate of cookies.

"What for? I am enjoying the shirt, if that's-"

"being all up in your fur yesterday."

[The next sentence had a question mark written then scribbled out next to it.]

"That was an intentional choice I made. Do not apologize-"

"figuratively."

"Oh!"

"...Why do you think you were a bother?"

"honestly ...the last thing i remember was you taking me home. no idea what i was like."

"How.. how much longer were you conscious for? I thought you had passed out in my arms.."

"is that look on your face related to the purple i woke up with on mine?"

"I did not expect it to stick.."

"must've been drunker than you thought."

"..Would you have attested, were you awake?"

"huh? you'd kiss a skeleton while 𝘴𝘰𝘣𝘦𝘳?"

"But would you kiss a goat?"

"you're a real freak, kissin' bones."

"Yet you do not deny any goat-kissing."

"Do you only kiss goats while under the influence?"

[Starts of sentences are written beside the quote, but scribbled out to the point of being intelligible.]

"...did i?"

toriel watched my face carefully, but i couldn't tell what she was looking for.

"If I said didn't mind.. would you still be so worried?"

"why wouldn't 𝘆𝗼𝘂 be?"

"What do you-"

"nevermind."

"what're you up to today?"

"I have yet to plan anything. Would you like to come inside?"

".. where's the kiddo?"

"They are out with Flowey at the moment, so it is just us."

she clapped her hands together.

"Ah! Perhaps you would like to watch a movie with me?"

"sure. what've you got?"

movie boxes clacked softly against as toriel sorted through a drawer on the tv stand. the drawer was dusty, but the movies looked like new.

"Papyrus told me you are into old horror flicks. Do you have a favorite?"

"i'm the guest, so you can just pick whatever you want."

"Is it not the opposite, usually?"

"which one's your favorite?"

Tori looked at the movies for a second, then grabbed one with a cat on the cover.

"..This movie!"

"that's a dark one. kinda shocked you like it."

curious to see what else she had, i started poking around in the drawer as well.

"good pick though."

"...Oh! Sans, what are you going as for Halloween?"

"dunno. why do you ask all of a sudden?"

"I did not see you do anything but write in your journal the whole time everyone was making their costumes."

"probably not going as anything. don't think asgore's dressing up either."

"... Let's find you a costume."

——

"Hehehe! Do a twirl!"

"...not sure this is helping."

"What, you would not like to go as a pretty princess?"

"it doesn't even latch in the back. totally uncouth for a princess."

instead of watching movies, i somehow ended up being dressed like a doll.

"i'm gonna snap this thing in half."

"This one seems like it would fit better!"

she held up an even frillier dress, this time in yellow.

"You would be the 𝘉𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦 of the ball!"

her excitement made it impossible to refuse.

"definitely feeling like a dress-up doll."

"You are pretty like one!"

"can't say i've ever been called pretty before."

"You are pretty to me."

"jeez, this zipper-"

"..Are you alright?"

with a loud snap, suddenly i had a zipper pull in my hand.

i could hear her try and cover her laughter.

"A- Are you stuck?"

"welp. the zip broke right off,"

toriel tried not to laugh as i opened the door, still stuffed into a cheap yellow costume dress.

"so i guess i'm just a princess now."

"I'm sure there's 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 way to get it off. Let me see the back."

"how old are these?"

"I think we have had them since our first Halloween on the surface. I bought so many out of excitement, but Frisk has grown too quickly to put many to use."

"no wonder the thing's fallin' apart on me."

"It's... quite stuck. I'm not sure I will be able to get the zipper back open without tearing."

"I could lift it over your head?"

"..yeah, ok."

holding my arms up, tori grabbed the bottom of the dress.

"Ready?"

"go for it."

nearly toppled from the force, but it definitely came off.

"...I like the stripes!"

"staring's not very nice."

i covered her eyes with my hands.

"these bones n boxers are viewed for a price."

"And what would that price be?"

"a marital ceremony."

"..or twenty bucks. maybe just a few drinks."

"Your standards are awful!"

tori keeping her eyes closed this time, i closed myself in her bathroom to put on 𝘮𝘺 clothes this time.

"This dress has quite the tear now."

"sorry. big-boned, y'know?"

"More likely was that I may have pulled too hard."

"just that eager to get my clothes off, huh?"

"It is sounding like you want to get stuck in another dress."

"might as well just run 'em straight into the shredder at that point; pretty sure that wasn't the first one to end up with a hole in it."

"Frisk would probably not mind either way; they were never a dress person."

"But now there is someone I can buy all sorts of cute ones for!"

"at least a size up next time, ok?"

#journal #undertale #toriel #sans #sans x toriel #soriel #toriel x sans

[laxmiree]

[CN] MLQC Lucien's "Wicked" Date English Translation (Part 2/2)

⚠️ SPOILER ALERT!! ⚠️

This post contains a detailed spoiler for a date that has not been released in EN yet! Feel free to notify me if there are any mistakes in the translation~

"MC, I want to be your husband, may I?"

"If you want to be my husband... you'll have to tell me what kind of husband you are, right?"

"Well…"

"I can understand her feelings, accompany her on her journey, and of course, I have a bit of a romantic streak."

Translation under the cut!

Previous Part-> [Here]

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[Part 3]

Host: Ladies and gentlemen, please cheer for everything amazing before your eyes-

Audience: Wow-

Applause rises like a tidal wave. Ribbons and petals float in this space, and the colorful lights reflect everything under the tent in a dazzling display.

Dressed in costumes, actors enter the stage surrounded by the audience.

Muscular acrobats, exaggeratedly painted clowns, and mysterious black-clad magicians…

I didn't expect that the place Lucien brought me for our date was a circus!

MC: It's so lively!

Lucien: Haven't you seen a circus performance before?

MC: No. When I was in my… hometown, my fiancé wanted to take me to one, but I didn't go.

My enthusiasm is entirely focused on the performance in front of me. I casually answer Lucien's question, and he raises an eyebrow after he hears my answer.

Lucien: Fiancé…?

MC: That foolish man doesn't matter; the wedding is off anyway.

Lucien: Hahaha!

Lucien has always spoken gently since we met, yet now he laughs so joyfully for the first time. I can't help but turn to look at him.

MC: In our small rural area, discussions about weddings tend to happen early. Is there any problem?

Lucien: Mm, of course there's nothing wrong with what you did.

Lucien: Nowadays, girls shouldn't be confined by marriage too early.

Lucien: I'm honored that your first time watching a circus performance is with me.

My ears slightly warm up, but there's a small voice in my head murmuring—

Is he genuinely happy to watch the performance with me, or is this just a typical pick-up line?

...Sweet words that are said just to jolly a girl can't be trusted.

—--------------------------------------------------------

After the lively and adorable animal parade, we quickly move on to the acrobatics segment.

Actress: For today's show, we would like to invite two lucky guests to join us and participate in the performance together.

Actress: Let this bouquet of violets find the two lucky individuals!

The actress and her partner lift the bouquet of violets, mysteriously twirling them in the field.

Applause and cheers erupt from all directions as everyone hopes the lucky bouquet will land in their hands. I subconsciously widen my eyes and sit up a bit straighter.

Lucien: Do you want it too?

MC: I... don't particularly want it.

Lucien: But Miss MC is gripping my sleeve tighter and tighter.

MC: ….!

I just realized I was grabbing onto Lucien's clothes. Just as I am about to let go, Lucien turns his wrist and catches one of my fingers.

The actress has reached our seating area. Finally, she extends her hand and throws the bouquet. The crowd immediately surges, eager to snatch it.

At the same moment, Lucien stands up slightly, reaches out his hand, and with a swift motion, grabs the bouquet just before everyone's fingertips can touch the petals, firmly holding it in his hand.

MC: You got it so easily?!

Lucien: It's just a simple calculation of the parabola's trajectory, it's not difficult.

Lucien: So, does the "not particularly interested" Miss want to be a lucky audience member with the "particularly interested" me?

He utters these words while his other hand gently caresses my index finger.

It feels like some ambiguous suggestion, yet at the same time, it's as innocent as gently stroking a cat's fur.

I take a deep breath and smile at him.

MC: Of course, I want to.

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After just a few short hours, I find myself standing on the stage in front of everyone again.

The performance is quite simple, requiring me to coordinate with the actions of the two actors and hand over the corresponding props as needed.

Despite being just a performance embellishment; I'm still nervous and my limbs feel a bit stiff.

Lucien: (whispers comfortingly) Don't be nervous, we're not the focus of the show.

MC: But…

Lucien: The first key of being a wicked person is to keep your face straight no matter the situation.

Lucien's voice suddenly echoes from my side. I bite my lip and hand the green pom pom to him.

MC: Like an actor?

Lucien: Yes, just like them.

I follow his gaze and look at the platform above my head.

The pair of actors stand on the narrow, isolated platform, yet their expressions remain confident and joyful.

With the rhythm of the music, they perform various breathtaking performances on the stage.

Lucien: For example, the two actors on the platform right now, I think they're probably more nervous than the both of us.

Lucien: But they have already adapted to this world.

Lucien says as he rings the bell and, in the next moment, the two leap down from the high platform—

Amid a chorus of gasps, the two spin and land on the cushion. However, the next moment, as the actress stands up, I notice a slight wobble in her posture.

Did she twist something?

—Even if injured, do you still have to adapt to this world?

I can't tell what emotions drive me, but I take big strides and grab the actress's hand, whispering something to her.

MC: You can lean on me.

Actress: ….! Thank you.

She obediently shifts her weight onto me, and in coordination, we perform the final bow together.

Thunderous applause fills the air.

And the corner of my eye catches Lucien who is standing a few steps away, he's also applauding in my direction.

—--------------------------------------------------------

After the show, the actress calls out to me as she's supported by her partner.

Actress: I want to personally thank you, Miss.

Actress: If you hadn't supported me, I might not have been able to complete the final move. In that case, the performance might have…

MC: There's no need to go out of your way to thank me. I believe anyone would have lent you a hand in that situation.

Actress: No, if it wasn't for you… I'd probably be a laughing stock in tomorrow's paper.

MC: What do you mean?

I'm a bit stunned. The actress then turns to Lucien, giving him a slight bow.

Actress: Likewise, thank you very much for not stopping your female companion from helping me.

Lucien: I just don't want the performance team I invested in to make such a trivial mistake and cause unnecessary gossip.

Lucien's tone remains indifferent; the actress smiles knowingly and doesn't say much more, then slowly turns to leave.

I look at Lucien, and he doesn't avoid my gaze.

Lucien: Are you surprised? The changing times inevitably lead to the reversal of morality. Others' pain is just a sideshow in today's entertainment.

MC: I'm not surprised by that... Aren't you a scriptwriter?

MC: But then you just said you invested in this circus?!

Lucien: Is there any problem?

Lucien mimicked my tone and words from earlier and spread his hands.

Lucien: Here, whether man or woman, one can have many roles and do whatever they desire.

Lucien: Being a scriptwriter and an investor is just one of my many identities.

Lucien: Aren't you also seeking a new identity for yourself?

MC: Well, that's true…

Although I just caught a glimpse of the darker side of this city, I don't feel overly scared or disheartened.

MC: Lucien, if I become "wicked", can I still help others as I did just now?

Lucien: Of course, you can.

Lucien: In fact, people who dare to do such things are the ones who can become winners in this era.

MC: Well, then I have plenty of courage in that regard!

His affirmative words ignite the almost extinguished flame as if something is about to sear through my heart.

MC: I want to spread my greater influence in this world. Which direction do you think I should strive towards?

MC: Becoming an actress seems a bit challenging... How about a business tycoon? Or maybe a poet? Or should I try my hand at directing?

Lucien: (chuckles gently) They all sound suitable for you.

Lucien: I didn't expect you to have such grand ambitions.

MC: After all, as Victor Hugo put it, "The ideal applied to real facts is civilization".

The moment I blurt it out, my throat tightens. When I look up again, I inevitably meet Lucien's scrutinizing gaze that's tinged with a hint of a smile.

Lucien: Does the waitress in the restaurant now also read "William Shakespeare"?

MC: Eh… I….

MC: It's getting late, I should go home now.

I don't know how to explain, so I abruptly changed the topic. Surprisingly, Lucien doesn't inquire further and just nods.

Lucien: Alright, I'll escort you home.

MC: No need, I'll take a taxi!

Lucien: (chuckles) Does the waitress have money for a taxi?

MC: I…

With things having come to this, I can only continue to stutter and tell lies.

MC: Actually, besides working in the restaurant, I also work as a maid in a villa on Long Island!

MC: Uh... they treat the servants really well in that house, so... so, I read my books there too!

After hearing my lame explanation, Lucien merely raises an eyebrow and then proceeds to open the car door for me once again.

Lucien: That's perfect, I live on Long Island too.

Lucien: May I take you home now, Miss MC?

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[Part 4]

MC: Ah…

I pull the blanket down and roll over, allowing the morning sunlight to fall onto the business card in my hand.

There are only two short lines on it. "Lucien" and his phone number.

Fortunately, last night Lucien only dropped me off near the mansion. If he had taken me all the way to the doorstep, I would have probably been exposed instantly.

—With that cunning fox-like expression on his face, who knows, he might have already figured it out.

But why would he keep cooperating with me? Does he find it amusing?

He doesn't seem… that playful, does he?

All these random thoughts that I pondered before falling asleep still puzzle me when I wake up, and I can't come up with a definite conclusion.

The only evidence of my turmoil throughout the night is the business card with two creases in my hand.

MC: ...Until I figure things out, maybe it's best not to contact this person.

I tuck the business card into the pillow and am about to get up when the butler knocks on the door.

Butler: Miss, I have a letter of visit.

MC: A visit for me?

I take the letter with confusion, open it, and see a few lines of handwriting identical to the business card.

"Dear Miss MC, I hope to visit your residence at eleven o'clock this morning to sincerely discuss the unfinished topic from yesterday."

Signed, Your trustworthy "wicked" partner.

Besides that, there is another small line below.

—May I ask if you are currently cleaning the floor or reading?

Surely, Lucien has already found out!

Butler: …Miss?

MC: Ask him to wait for me in the living room!

I quickly toss the visiting letter back onto the tray, stand up, and head towards the living room. The butler is hurriedly calling out to me.

Butler: Miss, you should go dress up in the dressing room first.

MC: There's no need for that with him.

He already saw my most embarrassing side yesterday anyway, and I don't want to pretend to be reserved anymore.

The butler hesitates for a moment upon hearing my words but surprisingly doesn't offer any further persuasion.

I reach the living room, and shortly after, a leisurely set of footsteps comes from the doorway.

Lucien: (chuckles) It seems the rules in this mansion are indeed lax, even the maids can receive guests in their pajamas.

MC: Lucien!

I angrily pick up a cushion and throw it towards the man at the doorway. He extends his arm and catches it effortlessly, much like how he caught a bouquet yesterday.

Lucien has a different look today. Framed by his gold-rimmed monocle, he no longer resembles yesterday's trendy gentleman but rather a noble who has just inherited an age-old estate.

MC: When did you figure it out?

Lucien: No need to figure out when you've never hidden it well.

I'm choked by his response and can only express my displeasure with a tone.

Lucien places the cushion back beside me and extends his hand towards me.

Lucien: Are you willing to let me get to know you again?

I adjust my pajamas and grasp his hand.

MC: How do you want to get to know me?

Lucien: (chuckles) For example, how about starting with an introduction to your home?

Lucien: After all, I am here for a visit. Shouldn't you entertain me a bit?

MC: I abide by the rules, and here we only have juice and black tea, no alcohol.

Lucien: Juice is fine, I'm not fond of alcohol.

MC: There's no head of the household, so there are no cigars or playing cards either.

Lucien: No need for cigars and playing cards.

MC: There's no jazz on the records either.

Lucien: (chuckles) No problem. I also know a thing or two about European classical orchestras.

I lead Lucien through this villa devoid of modern touch, and we eventually stop in the study.

MC: This is my home. For a nouveau riche like you, it must seem quite dull and boring, right?

Lucien: (chuckles) Quite the opposite.

Lucien gave me a negative response. His fingers brush over the thick volumes on the bookshelf, finally resting on the popular magazines on the sofa.

Lucien: Here, I can sense a bird that's trying to break free from her shackles.

Lucien: She clumsily stretches her wings, wanting to soar higher than all of her kind…

Lucien: The cage can't imprison her.

Lucien speaks each word calmly but with a firm conviction.

Even though we just met yesterday, he seems to completely understand the troubles and struggles I've faced in these past few years.

My nose feels a bit sour, and I can't help but shake my head.

MC: But after flying out, I still haven't found a direction.

Lucien: It's okay, I'll give you direction.

Lucien pulls me and we sit on the sofa. His hand sweeps over the strands of hair hanging on my shoulders.

Lucien: Do you have any activities you'd like to do today?

MC: I haven't thought of any big activities for now... I plan to change the color of my toenails first. What color do you think is good?

Lucien: How about purple?

I nod. Lucien takes the nail polish from me, and without waiting for me to speak, he already lifts my calf.

The brush, dipped in color, carefully sweeps over my toenails. His movements are natural as if he has done this for me many times before.

Watching the purple gradually spread on my toenails, it feels as if my life is also being painted with new colors by the person in front of me.

I lower my eyes, making an effort to keep my voice steady.

MC: Oh, and I want to get my hair cut, my current hairstyle is no longer in fashion now…

Lucien: Shh…

Lucien: You can change your hairstyle, but don't change it with the purpose of conforming to the idea of the era.

Lucien: Let the trends conform to you, MC. When you master the rules of the era, you'll naturally navigate life with ease.

MC: As adept as you?

Lucien: (chuckles) Why use me as an example?

MC: Because you are the most effortlessly adept person I've ever met.

MC: Sometimes you seem like those mysterious nouveau riche, but your demeanor is much more elegant than theirs…

MC: It's as if no matter how the world changes, you always manage to adapt seamlessly.

MC: I'm curious about how you manage to do that…

Lucien: (chuckles) Are you curious about me?

MC: Um, yes.

Lucien lifts his gaze, the gold chain beside his ear gently swaying. In the depths of his profound pupils, there's a hint of hidden emotions.

Lucien: I must remind you, Miss, in this era, expressing curiosity about the opposite sex often implies a desire for them to become one's lover.

Lucien: Do you want me to be your lover?

I was stunned. Can mere curiosity lead to an intimate relationship?

Can I... develop that kind of relationship with Lucien?

My breath quickens under his gaze, and each blink of his eyes seems to urge my response. My lips falter, hesitating between opening and closing.

MC: If it's you... it's not entirely out of the question… um.

Before I finish my sentence, Lucien grabs my ankle.

His long fingers intimately caress and stroke my skin, and the freshly applied nail polish gradually solidifies in the proximity of his approach.

I hold my breath, watching Lucien approach closer and closer until his voice is just a hair's breadth away.

Lucien: (whispers seductively) Miss MC.

Lucien: (X2) The concept of "lover" is also a product of conforming to the era. Don't cater to it.

His voice is calm, almost causing my just-burning heart to cool down instantly. I stare at him in disbelief.

MC: Th-then what do you mean? Do you actually not feel anything for me at all…

Lucien: (chuckles, then whispers) …Fool.

Lucien's expression becomes somewhat helpless, and he lets out a sigh.

Lucien: (continuing his whisper) I prefer traditional and older forms of address to trendy ones like 'lover'.

Lucien: (X2) MC, I want to be your husband, may I?

In an instant, the chaotic flight finally finds its direction. My heart pounds erratically, but my lips still resist surrendering at this point.

MC: If you want to be my husband... you'll have to tell me what kind of husband you are, right?

Lucien: (chuckles) Well…

Lucien curves his eyes, carefully considers, and then speaks slowly.

Lucien: I can understand her feelings, accompany her on her journey, and of course, I have a bit of a romantic streak.

Lucien: (whispers seductively) Miss MC, are you satisfied with this kind of husband? Would you like to continue dating me?

MC: So, should our dates be more romantic and special?

MC: Like taking me to the latest tech presentation? Or visiting an art exhibition?

MC: I am your "wicked" partner, and we promised to observe this era together.

Lucien smiles and agrees to each suggestion. After a pause, he adds one more sentence.

Lucien: Before our date, I thought of something important.

Lucien: Since Miss MC has now agreed to our spousal relationship, your foolish fiancé wants to talk to you again about our engagement.

Lucien: Can I talk to you now?

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[Lux's rambles and sort-of-analysis(?)]

The twist can be seen from miles away, but yes! He's THE foolish fiancé that MC never saw before yet talked shit about 😂 EVERYTHING (like his eagerness to be with her, his sus behavior, and his relentless teasing) suddenly makes sense just with that twist. Just like MC, Lucien is also a European noble (with a ridiculously long noble name that MC couldn’t remember LOL), and possibly of German/Austrian origin because his before evolve art has a German sentence on it:

Dachte er,da alle diese vergänglichsten dinge mir wiederentglitten sind (He thought, all these fleeting things had slipped away from me again.)

That sentence possibly reflects Lucien's thoughts upon hearing the news of MC wanting to break off their engagement—before chasing after his fiancée who 'slipped away' from him thousands of miles away. Somehow, this impulsivity reminds me of the latest main story… I feel that Lucien is so forward on this date because he also fears that she will ‘slip away’ again if he doesn't act fast ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ.

Regardless of whether their first meeting as strangers was a coincidence or not- Lucien is already determined to seduce her slyly letting her know about him better. Then there's also his relentless teasing that comes from him knowing MC's real identity all along 😂

I really appreciate the subtle world-building too, besides the ones that I already mentioned in trivia and Lucien's perspective on the world, there's also the Director's prejudice toward waitresses (and possibly women in general), and one blink-and-you-miss-it line that I feel can be dug a bit deeper, the one line where the Actress thanked Lucien:

Actress: Likewise, thank you very much for not stopping your female companion from helping me.

I KNOW IT MIGHT NOT SEEM MUCH. But it paints a picture of that era, where women need permission from a man to do anything. This date explores women’s self-worth in that era. MC’s ‘worth’ was that a ‘tool’ for a political marriage, however, she refused this fate and tried to find her own value by going to NYC. Lucien showed up and besides seducing her tried to help her find herself bit by bit in his own way. I think he’s genuine in that regard, and by helping her find herself, he also knows about her better~

Then, this date also provides us with a unique definition for "The Wicked"/"Bad people"- that's basically people who can discern, adapt to, and control the era and can navigate the ever-changing feast of both righteousness and wickedness, reaping prosperity through opportunities. He grasps that her yearning is for freedom and the discovery of her intrinsic value. She doesn't need to cater to him or the expectations of that era. Rather, let the era itself cater to her, and he can help her to make it happen. The cage can't imprison her and he can make her soar even higher. This, again, is similar to his "kingmaker" (read: queenmaker) trope in the main story 👀. I'd love to see how things go from there but sadly the date gets cut short. Guess the rest is left to our imagination now 🤣

MC: Becoming an actress seems a bit challenging... How about a business tycoon? Or maybe a poet? Or should I try my hand at being a director? Lucien: They all sound suitable for you. I didn't expect you to have such grand ambitions. MC: After all, as Victor Hugo said, "The ideal applied to real facts is civilization".

A bit out of topic, but I really appreciate Lucien always respecting her ideas and giving her the freedom to follow her heart 🤧. People might think that those are too silly or too ambitious, but not him 🥺 what a supportive husband jsjsjdhdjd.

Anyway, back to the topic before I continue gushing about it- "The ideal applied to real facts is civilization." is a line from Victor's Hugo essay "William Shakespeare". The quote suggests that the ideal, or the highest standards of human thought and creativity, should be applied to real facts and experiences to achieve civilization. Although MC already sees the dark side™️ of the world, she is still firm in her ideal and wants to influence the world in her own way. By becoming something like a poet, director, and other identities that she had not yet discovered, she can apply her ideal to real things and bring change to the world.

About the ending... I like to think that what happened is they broke off the arranged and unfree marriage to renew it with the one that they agreed on🥺 . May our “wicked” couple live happily ever after in this one AU~

#classic romcom right here #XM smoothly catching that pillow is hella funny LMAOO #mlqc lucien #mr love queen's choice #mlqc cn #mlqc spoiler #mlqc translation #mr. love queen's choice #mr love lucien #mlqc #mlqc xu mo #mlqc spoilers

[nerdzzone]

Worlds Apart

Chapter Eight

Summary: Single mom, Bridget Clark, thought that she was fine by herself. Moving her son to a new town and out of the hustle and bustle of Boston, she thought that life would be quieter and simpler, but a chance encounter with a certain Hollywood actor only a week after their big move had her questioning everything. Bridget was faced with the ultimate decision of head vs heart, but would letting her guard down prove to be worth the risk?

Note: Just a reminder that this will be the last chapter before this story goes on hiatus. I have so much planned so I'm hoping that just a short break will reignite my inspiration, but I need a bit of a break right now. I'm so grateful for all the support that this story has received - every single comment really means so much! - and I will still be around every now and then if anyone has any questions or wants to chat!

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“You know, I always thought that really big TVs were just unnecessarily extravagant, but looking at yours I can see the appeal.”

Bridget shared her observation as she sank into Chris’ couch, watching as he searched around the room for the remote and muttered to himself about how he could never find anything after his brother had stayed with him. Dinner had been delicious and expertly cooked by Chris himself - even though he did admit that his mother had talked him through it very thoroughly beforehand and provided him with a recipe that she was sure he couldn’t mess up - and after another discussion about whether or not Bridget was allowed to help tidy up after the meal, they were settling on the couch to watch a movie.

“It felt extravagant when I bought it,” Chris admitted with a smile before letting out a cheer of victory when he finally located the remote. “But then when it was here and up on the wall, it didn’t seem quite so big.”

“It works well in this space,” Bridget agreed as Chris flopped down onto the soft cushion beside her and flicked on the TV. “So, what are we going to watch?”

“I dunno,” Chris shrugged. “You’re the guest, you can pick.”

“Oh, really?” Bridget smirked. “What about Captain America then?”

“I mean, we could if you really want to…” From the tone of his voice and the cringe on his face it was clear that it wouldn’t be his first choice and he elaborated despite her teasing tone. “To be honest, I don’t really mind watching any of those Marvel movies, but it seems a little self-obsessed to showcase my own movies to a woman I’m trying to impress.”

“It would only be self-obsessed if you suggested it,” Bridget countered. “But don’t worry, I won’t make you watch them. I’m catching up in my own time.”

“Are you?”

The surprised raise of Chris’ eyebrow at that admission had a blush rising on Bridget’s cheeks as she nodded her head.

“Yeah, I only ever saw the first one so I thought it would be a good idea to catch up,” she admitted. “But they’re a little too old for Landon so it’s taking me a while to find the time.”

“Well, that’s cute,” Chris teased, smirking as she swatted at him. “What do you think?”

“They’re good movies,” she assured him. “But I do think your costume could be just a little bit tighter. It doesn’t really give you the opportunity to show off all your big muscles.”

Her sarcastic criticism had a laugh bursting from Chris’ chest as he playfully nodded in agreement.

“That’s what I keep saying! I don’t know why they even bother making me wear a costume at all.”

“I wouldn’t go that far,” Bridget giggled. “That would be a whole different kinda movie.”

“The Avengers: Rated R,” Chris joked. “It’s probably on the internet somewhere already.”

“Maybe we should watch that.”

The suggestion pulled another chuckled from Chris’ lips, but he quickly shot it down and scrolled through Netflix until they settled on Back to the Future - a movie they’d both seen several times, but one that could always capture their attention. However, despite the captivating movie on the screen, it took less than half an hour for Bridget to find herself getting distracted. As the movie started, they’d relaxed into the couch with Bridget ending up tucked into Chris’ side with his arm draped over her shoulder. The close proximity - and the way it allowed her to indulge in his scent and the feel of his hard, toned chest - was enough to have her thoughts drifting away from the screen, but the way he lazily traced his fingers over the skin of her shoulder had her mind truly struggling to focus on anything else.

Inspired by his touch, she let her own hand start to wander as it drifted over the soft material of his t-shirt and the muscles beneath it until it was draped over his waist. She felt him tense - almost as if he was flexing for her benefit - but he didn’t have much of a noticeable reaction to her trailing fingers until they reached his side where she discovered that the way they were lounging on the couch had caused his shirt to ride up. She was surprised at first to feel his skin, but the way his breath hitched as she brushed over it encouraged her to explore a little further.

By that point, the movie was entirely out of Bridget’s mind as she waited for him to stop her or protest the action of her hand sliding under his shirt, but when he offered no resistance she took advantage of the opportunity to continue her explorations. However, when her gentle touch moved higher up his waist and a slight shiver ran through his body at the sensation, his voice broke their silence and shattered the illusion that either of them were still paying attention to the TV.

“Bridget…”

His tone was low - her name falling from his lips as barely more than a murmur - but it was enough to have her eyes flicking up to meet his, glancing up at him from under her lashes as she bit her bottom lip. The tension between them was reaching an unignorable point, but Bridget paused any movement to make sure that he hadn’t stopped her because she’d overstepped and was relieved when Chris took advantage of the way her head had tilted up towards his to capture her lips.

There had been nerves bubbling under the surface earlier in the evening as their flirtatious and alluding conversation a few days earlier still played on Bridget’s mind, but the comfort she found in the increasing familiarity of his kiss and the air of growing desperation between them had those doubts quickly reduced to a fuzzy memory in the back of her mind. Her worry was replaced by a softly burning need inside her as her hand drifted up to cup the back of his neck. Her intention was to keep him close, but as he slid his own hand under her arm and used it to easily lift her until she was straddled across his lap, it was clear that he was feeling the same desire that she was.

She felt a flush of self-consciousness when she realized that their new position had the sundress she was wearing riding up on her thighs, but as Chris moved his hands down to stroke the newly exposed skin, he let out a groan that had a new feeling washing over her. She felt sexy. She felt desirable. And that made her feel confident enough to focus on her determination to make Chris feel the same way rather than any insecurities. She knew she was out of practice and terrified that it might show, but every time the little anxious voice in the back of her head raised its concerns, Chris would unknowingly pull her back into the moment.

The hitch of his breath as she let her lips trail down along his jaw, the way he swallowed hard as she dipped lower to trace her tongue over the beat of his pulse in his neck, the increase in the pressure of his fingertips against the top of her thighs when she gently rocked her hips against his. She was fixated on every subtle hint of approval of her actions and his clear enjoyment had her tension easing as she relaxed - especially when another roll of her hips made it clear just how much he was appreciating her actions. The feel of the sudden strain rising in the basketball shorts he was wearing was more than enough proof that she hadn’t lost her skills entirely and she broke the seal where her lips had locked onto his neck as she let out a hum of pleasure.

“That feels good,” she murmured before placing another soft kiss above the edge of the collar of his shirt as her hands slid up under the hem. “I wanna make you feel good too.”

“Yeah?”

Chris’ voice was low and husky and had Bridget leaning back to confirm with a nod of her head before she dipped back in for another kiss. 

She could feel her heart racing and hoped that its thudding wasn’t as obvious to Chris as she plucked up the courage to put her plan into action. Their tongues clashed as their hands wandered and groped at any exposed skin they could find, but the final necessary surge of inspiration she needed came as Chris slid his hands under her dress high enough to cup the cheeks of her ass to pull her hips tightly against his own. Their lips parted as Bridget gasped at the sensation, but when he slackened his grip and chased after her mouth, Bridget leaned back and flashed him a smirk before sliding off of his lap to kneel on the floor by his feet.

Chris let his knees fall apart to give her a little more room, but there was a curiosity burning in his gaze as she stroked the hair on his thigh, dipping her fingers under the hem of his shorts.

“Can I make you feel good?”

Bridget bit her lip as she glanced up at him, waiting for confirmation as she watched him tip his head back and gasp out a whispered ‘fuck’ before he let out a long breath and agreed.

“Yes,” he nodded, lifting his hips as her hands immediately moved to pull his shorts down his thighs, taking a moment to flick the TV off. “Please.”

She smiled at his politeness, but any teasing comments disappeared from her mind as soon as he was free of his pants and she was immediately distracted by the task at hand. Her lack of recent practice floated back into her mind as she took him in her hand, but she knew that enthusiasm could make up for a lot and tried to focus on the confidence that his eagerness had given her. The way he groaned as she gently stroked him was reassuring that she hadn’t entirely forgotten how the process worked and the way his hand shot down to grab the back of her head when she leaned forward to take his tip into her mouth reminded her just how enjoyable it could be to have so much power.

Sliding lower, she stayed focused on his reactions - his grip in her hair, the twitches of his hips, the soft groans and gasps falling from his lips - but it didn’t take her long to relax into it and get lost in the thrill of giving him pleasure. She took him deep, appreciating how he never used his hand to force her movements and allowed her to set the pace as she bobbed her head up and down. She noted how he swore every time her tongue traced its way along the thick vein on the bottom of his cock and the way he groaned every time he hit the back of her throat. She revelled in the chance to learn exactly what he liked and had to admit that his pleasure was adding to her own growing arousal, only motivating her further to help him chase his peak.

Her hand moved to slowly stroke at the base of his cock as she focused her attention at his sensitive tip and in another flush of confidence, she lifted her gaze up to look at him. The sight of him watching her with his jaw slack and cheeks flushed immediately pulled a hum of pleasure from her lips and the sensation that provided for Chris had his eyebrows creasing together as he panted out her name. She could tell he was getting close and kept her pace steady as she hollowed her cheeks until his body tensed up and he found his release. 

A flush of pride washed over her as she helped him through his high until she finally pulled away, swallowing before she crawled back up to curl up on the couch beside him. Her pride only grew as she took in the sight of Chris with his chest heaving as he fought to steady his breath and a blissed out look on his face, but when he recovered and cracked open an eye to glance at her with a smirk on his face, the words that came out of his mouth immediately put her on edge.

“That was great,” he commended her, letting his hand slide over his knee where it pressed against his thigh. “Now it’s my turn.”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that.”

Despite the way her smile faltered, her words had a chuckle falling from Chris’ lips as he slipped back into his shorts.

“I know I don’t have to,” he smiled. “But I want to.”

That claim had Bridget raising a skeptical eyebrow as she resisted the urge to roll her eyes.

“Seriously, Chris, you don’t have to.”

Her insistence had Chris pausing as he turned towards her and studied her face for a moment before he countered with a question.

“Do you not want me to?” He kept his gaze steady, but Bridget suddenly found it difficult to meet his eye and simply shrugged in response. “Can I ask why?”

Bridget took a moment to think of the best way to answer his question. She could feel the heat of her embarrassment taking over from the heat of the arousal she’d been feeling moments earlier as her cheeks flushed for a less enjoyable reason, but she forced herself to work through her rising anxiety to respond in a somewhat articulate way.

“From my experience,” she started, nervously chewing her bottom lip. “That’s not something that men actually like to do and I don’t mind so you don’t have to do it just to impress me.” 

She expected to see relief wash over Chris when she shared her sincere reassurance, but Bridget was surprised when her words had him chuckling.

“No offense, but I think there’s a pretty good reason why your ex maybe isn’t the best spokesperson for what most straight men enjoy in bed.”

“It’s not just him,” Bridget protested. “I met him when I was twenty-four, I did date other men before that.”

“And they all made you feel like it was a chore?”

The shock was clear in his voice and there was a look of something that seemed like disgust on his face that only deepened when Bridget clarified.

“They didn’t make it feel like a chore, they just made it clear that they weren’t interested in reciprocating.”

“So none of them ever did?” His tone was incredulous and he stared in disbelief as Bridget nodded in confirmation. “So no one has ever gone down on you?”

The blunt question had Bridget’s cheeks heating up even more as she fought the urge to run for the door and far away from the humiliating conversation as she felt the need to defend herself.

“It’s not a big deal,” she insisted. “I’m obviously not a virgin or Landon wouldn’t be here, but I will admit that my sexual repertoire is probably lacking compared to yours and I’m aware that might not be particularly appealing.”

Her tone was defensive, but as Chris recommenced stroking her thigh she knew that he really hadn’t meant any offense.

“It’s not unappealing at all, intriguing would be a better word,” he assured her. “And we don’t have to do anything that you’re not comfortable with, but the offer still stands if it’s something you’re interested in trying.”

He flicked his eyes back up to meet Bridget’s and this time she held his gaze as she took a moment to think about it.

“It really wouldn’t be a chore for you?” She asked, using his own word to describe it. “You don’t mind?”

“It would be a pleasure,” Chris insisted, a smirk drifting onto his face as his hand drifted between her knees and traced a little higher on the inside of her thigh when they naturally parted. “I’d love to make you feel good, watch you squirm, get you calling out my name.”

His words sent a shiver of anticipation through Bridget as she shifted a little bit closer, giving his hand more space to explore as she stretched to hover her lips above his.

“Then I think I would like to give it a try.”

“You think?”

Chris’ voice had dipped back to a lower octave as he prompted a more clear confirmation and Bridget swallowed hard, pushing her doubts from her mind as she gave it.

“I know,” she told him. “I know I would.”

That was all the reassurance that Chris needed to close the gap and capture her lips in another kiss. His hand reluctantly slipped from her legs to wrap around her waist and any lingering embarrassment quickly dissipated as Bridget melted into his embrace giving him the leverage he needed to easily lift her back onto his lap. The need she’d been feeling earlier returned just as quickly as it had faded as the excitement of what was to come had her imagination running wild. There was a flicker of anxiety - a worry about being as exposed as she knew she was about to be and the vulnerability that came with it - but she trusted Chris. He’d been so patient about taking things slow, he’d never pushed her or tried anything to hurry things along physically or emotionally, and if she was being honest, his genuine lack of judgement to her lack of varied sexual experience had only added to her arousal.

Their tongues clashed as Bridget tried to keep her mind in the moment, but as her hips pressed against Chris’ - growing desperate for some kind of friction - she pulled her lips away from his with a gasp as he rose from the couch with his hands gripping her thighs to keep her pressed against him. She wrapped her legs around his waist and gripped his shoulders tightly to stop herself from slipping, but the feel of his biceps bulging as he easily carried her weight had her letting out a quiet whimper and dipping to press her lips against his neck in a effort to distract herself from the overwhelming tension building inside her. By the time he’d moved them to the bedroom and carefully placed her on his large and very plush bed, the anticipation had the fever burning between them turning into desperation as it seemed that they couldn’t get enough of each other.

However, once Chris’ shirt had been ripped over his head and Bridget’s dress had been tossed across the room and he’d settled with his hips between her thighs, Chris slowed down their frantic actions to regain control of the situation.

“We’ve got lots of time,” he murmured into her ear as his hand ran over the now exposed curve of her waist. “I want to enjoy this.”

Probably contrary to what he’d intended, his words had another flush of heat washing over Bridget that had her almost wishing he’d just tear her underwear off of her and get down to business as the thought of him wanting to savour the moment was almost too much for her to bear. They did have lots of time - they had all night - but Bridget was already feeling embarrassingly needy for some kind of release and if Chris was going to continue being so tender and gentle about it then she was worried that she would have to start begging.

He trailed his lips down her neck, taking the time to place kisses on every inch of skin that he passed until he slid his tongue along her collarbone. The sensation made her shiver, but as he reached the strap of her bra and moved down until his tongue could trace the cup of her bra, her breath caught in her throat. His hands moved to her sides, prompting her to arch her back enough for him to unhook her bra and slip it off her body and Bridget felt her nerves rising back to the surface. She had explanations ready - excuses for why her body probably wasn’t as perky and tight as the actresses and models that Chris was used to seeing naked - but when she saw the way he was looking at her newly exposed skin, her words seemed unnecessary.

He looked mesmerized. His pupils were dark and wide, his jaw hung open the way it had when she was stroking him earlier in the evening and as the word ‘gorgeous’ slipped from his lips, Bridget truly believed him. She felt desirable. She felt beautiful. She felt wanted. And the emotions those feelings had rising in her chest had her reaching out to Chris where he knelt, staring down at her and pulling him back in for another kiss. He indulged her for a moment before she felt him smile against her lips and pull away, moving back down her body to where his trail of kisses had previously led him.

Bridget watched him, holding her breath in anticipation until he captured one of her pebbled nipples in his mouth and she gasped at the sensation. Lifting his hand to tease and tweak the other, he expertly worked her until she was practically panting as she squirmed beneath him desperate for any kind of friction she could find. He switched his mouth to the other side, but it didn’t take long for Bridget to grow desperate for more and as his name slipped from her mouth like a whimpered plea, he smiled against her skin and continued moving lower as he explored her body.

He left barely an inch of her skin untouched as his hands and mouth roamed over her stomach, making her muscles quiver as goosebumps rose in their wake. By the time his lips met the edge of her underwear, Bridget felt more appreciated, cared for and admired than she had during any previous sexual encounter that she’d ever had. She felt worshipped in a way that had her almost dizzy with pleasure until Chris’ voice helped her refocus.

“You still want this?” He asked. “You still sure?”

His breath against her skin was enough to have her biting back a moan, but after she firmly and enthusiastically informed him that she was absolutely still sure and he gently pushed his hand between her thighs to trace her through her underwear, she couldn’t hold anything back. He wasn’t even touching her directly yet, but she was so worked up that she felt like it was almost enough to make her explode. She felt his breath hit her stomach again in short bursts as he chuckled at her response, but she was relieved that he took pity on her after barely more than a moment of teasing and helped her add her underwear to their growing pile of discarded clothes.

There was a moment when she was finally fully exposed to him that Bridget felt the vulnerability of the situation cutting through her desperation. If Chris hadn’t been settled between her legs, she probably would have snapped them shut, but as he soothed the inside of her thighs with kisses she once again found that the care Chris was taking made it easy to open herself up to him.

“You’re so wet for me,” he murmured, pressing his lips into the soft skin of the crease at the top of her thigh. Bridget felt a blush rising in her cheeks, but the awe in his voice only turned her on even more. “Tell me if you want me to stop, okay?”

Bridget opened her mouth to agree, but Chris moved his lips and the feel of his tongue tracing along her wet folds left her unable to form any kind of response other than that a strangled gasp of pleasure. Much like he’d done to her earlier that day, Bridget found her fingers drawn to his hair and almost involuntarily gave him direction as her tightening grip told him every time he found a spot or movement that she particularly enjoyed as he explored with expert precision, lapping and sucking over every inch of her until she was writhing beneath him. His tongue dipped low - flexing with enough pressure to just barely dart inside her - and the raw moan that he let out as he savoured her taste had Bridget’s head falling back against the pillow as she wondered how she’d ever survived without such an experience.

She could feel herself racing towards her peak and the feeling only intensified when Chris focused his attention on the little bundle of nerves that he’d previously just been teasing. At first such direct efforts were too much, but when he noticed her hips suddenly shifting away and the sounds falling from her lips becoming a little more strained, he quickly eased the intensity of his licking and sucking until he had her back at a place where she was urging him closer again. After the long build up of her earlier enjoyment of giving Chris pleasure and his intoxicating exploration of her body, it didn’t take long for the heat to reach a boiling point and as Chris kept himself locked in position, Bridget fell apart beneath him. She cried out his name as her body tensed and her muscles shook, but Chris stayed locked in place and guided her through it. As her chest heaved, her heart raced and the last quivers of pleasure ran through her, she watched Chris reluctantly peel himself away and drift his kisses up over her hip before back up her body, bracing himself so his chest hovered over hers.

“Wow,” she smiled, letting her hands slide up to stroke the back of Chris’ neck as he watched her with a smug smirk on his face. “I think I liked that.”

“You think?”

Disbelief was dripping from the words and Bridget bit back a smirk of her own as she nodded her head.

“I think so, but I might have to try it a few more times just to be sure.”

Chris’ shoulders shook as he chuckled at her claim, but he was quick to offer some assurance.

“I could do that for hours,” he informed her, the sincerity in his voice making it sound almost like a threat and sending a shiver down Bridget’s spine. “We can try it as often as you let me.”

“That’s a very appealing offer,” she informed him. “But I think right now I just really want you inside me.”

She saw his eyes widen in surprise at her blunt request, but as the words sunk in he let out a growl and pressed his lips back against hers. She could feel him pressing against her now dripping center despite the layer of his shorts still separating them and the knowledge that he’d taken so much pleasure from what he’d just done for her was enough to light another fire in her already. The desperate, frantic way he was attacking her mouth only made her more eager as well as their tongues clashed and noses bumped and Bridget hooked her leg over Chris’ hip, trying to use the heel of her foot to push down his shorts and get them out of the way. After a moment of struggling she managed to get them to the top of his thighs, but Chris took pity on her and reluctantly pulled away from her mouth to rid himself of them completely, quickly taking a moment to grab a condom from the nightstand as well before he returned the warmth of his body to Bridget’s and settled back between her legs.

A flicker of her earlier nerves resurfaced as her recent years of celibacy made Chris’ size a little extra intimidating, but his patience shined through as it had all evening as he slowly pressed his hips forward and slid inside her inch by inch. The burning of the initial stretch had her sucking in a sharp breath that had Chris pausing, but her previous release had her more than ready and it took barely a minute for the sting to subside and for her to press herself up towards him, urging him deeper. He paused again once he was fully seated inside her and the shaky breath that Bridget let out had shifted from discomfort to one of anticipation. 

“You good?”

The strain of restraint was obvious in Chris’ voice, but the soft murmur of concern had Bridget’s heart fluttering in her chest. She wiggled her hips experimentally, letting out a soft moan from how fully he had filled her as Chris groaned at the friction.

“I’m great,” she assured him, letting her hand slide up into his hair as he dipped his head down to nip at her neck. “Feels so good.”

He started off cautiously, but that was all the confirmation Chris needed to start moving his hips. Giving her time to get used to the feeling, his movements were slow and let Bridget feel every inch of him as he pulled out and pressed back, creating a steady rhythm. The measured actions had every nerve he touched lighting up with pleasure as she clung to him, rocking her hips to meet every thrust.

He stretched her out so perfectly, it seemed almost like his body was made for hers, but while it was a sensation she’d missed, the intimacy - the care he was taking with her, the concern for her comfort and pleasure, the deep connection as they shared something that left them both so exposed to each other - had been what she’d really craved and it only heightened her pleasure. He was overwhelming all her senses as he touched every part of her so deeply, but she was somehow still desperate for more as she pulled him down tightly against her chest.

She could feel his breath washing over her skin from his pants and groans as the pace of his thrusts picked up speed. Again, her previous experience had set her expectations low and as much as she’d ached to feel him inside her, she hadn’t expected to find another release and she was surprised to feel how quickly the tension was coiling in her stomach. The angle of his movements, the friction hitting nerves that she barely knew existed, the steadiness of his thrusts that allowed her peak to build, and the sounds of his own pleasure echoing around the room - it soon became too much for her to handle and her nails sunk into the skin of his back as her body tensed and his name fell from her lips with a cry of pleasure. Chris continued his careful movements as she clenched around him, but as she came down from her high, she felt his restraint weaken as his thrusts grew fiercer and more sloppy while he chased his own release. It took barely more than a few extra thrusts for Chris to cry out against her neck as his hips stilled and he fell over the edge.

They stayed connected with only the sounds of their breathing filling the room until their euphoria settled and Chris pulled out, taking a moment to discard the condom in the garbage can under his nightstand before he rolled back to pull Bridget into his arms. They stayed quiet for a few minutes - simply enjoying each other’s embrace as they relished the blissful feeling of a good release - but as Bridget gently ran her fingers over the toned muscles of Chris’ chest as she curled into his side, she broke the silence with a tentative question.

“Do you mind if I stay here tonight?”

He’d offered the other night so she was fairly certain that it wouldn’t be too much to ask, but there was a brief moment after the words left her mouth where her fear of rejection crept up again until she felt him squeezing her even tighter against his side as he quickly reassured her.

“Of course I don’t mind,” he insisted, pressing a kiss against the top of her head. “I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.”

Bridget smiled, placing a kiss of her own against his chest as she could hardly believe that she’d been lucky enough to find a man like Chris. Six months earlier the thought of dating hadn’t even crossed her mind. She’d firmly believed that she was happy on her own and that as long as Landon was happy and fulfilled then her life was as full as she needed it to be. But Chris had smashed through a wall that she hadn’t even realized she’d built around her life and with every moment they shared and milestone they passed, it was harder and harder for Bridget to imagine her life without him in it.

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An Attempt (Tartaglia/Childe x Recruit! Reader)

A/N: At last, I finished my first fic! I had sooo much fun and now I'm prolly a preacher of the Harbinger x Recruit agenda. Though this might have taken a little yandere side, so do be warned.

Warnings: Childe is a warning on his own, abuse of power, yandere-ish (?), mentions of violence, I suck at warnings.

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You felt smart for picking tonight. The Fatui has scored some important victories, both in Schneznaya and abroad. Many troupes were coming back to enjoy a little time with friends and family; What better way to celebrate these victories than festivities lasting throughout the night?

They sure knew how to throw a party; On several occasions, even a few higher-ups would join in, even if it meant waking up with a killer hangover. Tonight was raucous, more so than most parties you've seen. The alcohol dosage was growing faster than the attendees' numbers, so give it half an hour and everyone will be shitfaced. You were among the most expected guests, due to your own achievements and status. Now, they were all going to forget about you.

As they should.

You can't stay any longer. You cursed your younger, stubborn self. How you thought the organization's cruelty and cold-blooded attitude could be handled with grace, perhaps even getting used to it. But as you grew into your duties and the importance that required you to be more present, you knew you were wrong; Some of your assignments still gave you nightmares at night, and not a day went by where you didn't shed a couple of tears for those on the receiving end of the orders you were given.

The Tsaritsa's orders. The diplomats' orders. The Harbingers' orders. Lord Tartaglia's orders.

What would he do if he saw you now? Your small bag and traveling hoodie? The fact that you weren't wearing your badge, denoting your allegiance to his legion, to him?

You knew damn well the severity of your crime. Once you get into the Fatui, you stay for life. Your oath of loyalty swore 'my highest service to the Tsaritsa's cause for as long as I live.', among many other things. Fleeing had to be the most punishable offence. But your Lord joined the party with flowing alcohol. He was getting tipsy, soon blackout drunk. So were most of the partiers, this way no one would ask about you. If you got a move on, you'd make it out of Schneznaya, and-

"I was waiting for you all night.".

Forget the nation's cold, you froze like a tourist at the sound of his voice. This had to be your mind playing tricks on you. It had to be! You've been waiting for months for tonight!

If only. His tall figure emerged out of the dark corner, and though you knew you didn't deserve her mercy, you prayed to the Tsaritsa that the look he gave you was your imagination. Please, let him kill me if he must, but not that stare, please!

He wasn't outwardly wrathful. That wasn't his style. His mouth was in a lopsided smirk, only thinner than his usual. Something told you he was hiding sick excitement, the way a school child would rejoice when someone else was in trouble. The real kicker was his eyes. They were no longer a gorgeous lake or seaside to get lost in. They morphed into the ocean's deepest abyss, hiding monstrosities beyond human knowledge or defense. Its emptiness didn't end, and neither did the horror it held.

He looked at your bag and chuckled: "Well, that's a cute ensemble you've got on! Was the party costume-themed and I didn't know? Or a new fashion statement going around?".

Though you felt your courage wilt away, you had to put up a strong appearance. Could you match a Harbinger? You doubted it, but you were familiar with his attack patterns. You were also nimble and fast, so hiding and running could work. It was a slim chance, better than none. You were going to be in that abyss whether you like it or not. Your only hope was in staying alive until you were out.

"Where's your badge, Y/N? You're usually so proud of your legion...".

"I don't want to be here anymore. I'm leaving.".

His eyes widened a little at your remark, then you heard a small chuckle emerge into loud, barking laughter. Out of context, one would think you told him the best joke in the world.

"Pfthahahaha! I knew you were up to something ridiculous, but what did you say? Leaving?".

You had to stand your ground: "You can punish or kill me on sight, but either ways, I declare my intention: I want nothing more to do with the Fatui. I'm leaving!".

It took great efforts to stay where you stood while he approached you. That was in part because each step, you noticed the deeper emptiness in his eyes. Did that abyss have a bottom? You hoped there was, but there didn't seem to be, despite your best search. You needed to find any rock bottom to dangle on, but there was only depth, too much of it against you.

"My little recruit, you do realize..."

Standing in front of you alone didn't cut it. No, your Lord was too dangerously playful to stop there. You wondered if that's why he was named 'Childe'; He was no different than one. He took a step to your right, then another.

Though you resisted the temptation to take a step back, you were shaking like a baby deer. His gaze raked your body up and down, which only made it worse. He brightly chuckled.

"Awwww. You do realize.."

His circling came to an end as your field of vision spiraled up, then stopped at the night sky. His boot was still under your foot, which prevented the full tripping. His hand was on the back of your head, forcing you to look at him... And may any higher power help your poor soul, because he was grinning too much not to enjoy this.

"... That you're saying you want nothing to do with me? I'm part of the Fatui, after all.".

"No...".

You tried to squirm away from his hold. This was getting dangerous, too much so. His strong grip still kept you in near-perfect place, eliciting another wave of mocking laughter from him.

"Look at you! You're talking like this and you're stuck in my weakest hold!! You can't even get out! I might just lighten your punishment...".

SLAP!

At last, his face was no longer in front of you. You could only see his tousled hair and his right cheek, which grew redder by the minute. With that, his smile faded along and his hold loosened. You were in too deep to cut it at that.

"Screw you! You always act like I'm some stupid kid you've got to take care of and for what?! And I'm sick of you, your barbarism and violence! I'm sick of you and the Fatui. Tell the Tsaritsa to figure out her own issues, because I'm leaving!".

He wasn't smirking anymore. You were in it now.

"Heh... You're sick of me? So now you're slapping me? Me, your Lord who gave you a better life than the average recruit?".

The sounds of water and iron signaled his water blades. You drew your weapon as well, and mix of anxiety and boldness brewing up in your soul.

"Do you realize what you've done by laying your hand on me? That's years worth of military prison, at best. You could get in serious trouble...".

"Let me get in it then. As long as you know I don't want this anymore.".

He disappeared in a flash, and your guard skyrocketed. As per instinct and history, you knew he was going to strike from the left. Your weapons collided, though you were worried over how long you could hold out: Childe was intensely strong. Even if you didn't get hit, your arm muscles burned in pain against his own's sheer power. All you could do was deflect and parry for your life. Let this come down to a struggle of strength and you were done for.

"You... You forgot your gratitude towards me. I'll teach you again..."

An unexpected strike came where you least saw it coming. You couldn't help the panicked yelp, barely managing to block it. Since when did he do that??

"And again...".

Another ruined your balance. This wasn't the pattern you were used to. This was too new and fast for you to retaliate. He wasn't going to have any of this 'leaving' stuff.

"And again... Until you remember who you serve!!".

You were off your feet. Before you knew it, stinging pain spread out through your head as you hit the concrete.

You didn't want to accept it, but as your vision of the cruel stars above grew blurry with tears, you knew it deep down: You lost so much more than this short-lived fight. You lost your chance to escape. You lost your credibility as a warrior.

However harrowing it felt, especially after months of being considered the best, you weren't. He was above you, and you were no match for him.

Soon enough, the stars were obscured by his tall stature looking down at you, before crouching down. He put a hand to your cheek, gradually going up to catch the reluctant tears pooling in your eyes.

"I didn't want to hurt you, Y/N. You know how much I prize you, even more than the other recruits...".

"Leave me alone... Kill me. Put me on trial for attempted treason. Just let me go.".

It seemed none of your wishes were coming true tonight. He steadied himself above you, waiting for a tear to roll down so he could collect it. His mocking expression has dissuaded, but you knew deep down that any pity he displayed was just a show. He knew the truth as much as you did; It favored him. It was only natural that he enjoyed it to the max.

"I won't. Good stars, have you forgotten your oath?"

If only the day you swore that never came.

I swear upon my Fatui-granted prowess, honor and that of my future legion: I will serve my Harbinger Lord beyond my capabilities. He will be my leader, my priority, my calling and I will be his finest tool as he sees fit for the Tsaritsa's will.

"You're not the one who calls the shots here. You're my recruit. You're under me. Mine, in every sense of the word, including your fate.".

A stray tear escaped. He leaned in closer, closer... You presumed he was enjoying the show. All of a sudden, you felt damp skin upon your cheekbone. His eyes fluttered open after he kissed it.

"M-my Lord, that...!".

"Is inappropriate? Too close? You tell me, I'm just driving home the point: You're my cute little recruit, and you're not leaving the Lord you swore yourself to. You're sticking with me, for as long as I live. Should we revise that promise?.".

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Bonus!

A few days later

"When was the last time I saw Lord Tartaglia without Y/N at his side?".

"They were always pretty close, but you have a point...".

"Even missions. Y/N doesn't go with other legion members anymore! Because Lord Tartaglia takes them on his!".

"That's some dangerous stuff, but looks like a promotion if you asked me...".

Your name has been mulled over thousand of times, ran through the mill of gossip and speculation. In the end, he didn't snitch on you, execute you, or even punish you. He presses on the last one, but you beg to differ. No punishment could equate to being stuck to him.

You seldom chat with your teammates, only relegated to necessary chats. He liked it that way. You accompany him on his missions, even if that means danger beyond your experience level. He enjoyed that. You were now doomed to tail him, never a moment out of his sight, lest you suffer his wrath under the pretense of 'not fulfilling your obligations'.

He loved that.

Everyone assumed you got promoted. That is worse than a demotion to you. It's chaining.

"Get ready, Y/N. You and I have a loooooong scouting excursion ahead of us. We must leave soon.".

Fin

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