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deerlottie · 2 days

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🐰 — you're the one (that im dreamin' of)

summary: ever since that stupid kiss with jackie, things have gotten worse. you just wish she liked you back. warnings: fluff with angst, childhood best friends to lovers, pining, dysphoria mentions/internalized transphobia, timeskips. not proofread a/n: 3k WORDS HOLY FUCK????? this is my first fic that ive done that has gotten to be this long im amazed wtf! this is definitively a favorite of mine now, and i hope you all enjoy it <3

you're just sitting next to each other on the couch watching a movie, you don't know why your heart is beating so fast.

maybe it's because her shoulder is touching yours, and every time she finds a joke funny, she leans into you while laughing, causing you to sweat and nervously laugh along with her.

god, you need to get over your little crush on jackie. well, it's not little at all, actually - you know you're in love with her, which is 10x worse. but the worst part is the voice in the back of your head telling you that she'd never be with someone like you. someone trans.

you know it's not true - jackie was very supportive when you came out to her in middle school. she was the only one defending you from shitty kids and let you stay at her house for a while when your parents found all your binding stuff and threw you out. of course, you had to go back eventually but they made you throw out anything related to that 'sinful' shit.

jackie would sneak you some of shauna's flannels when you'd reach the bus stop so you could be yourself outside of home, and you always chalked that fluttery feeling in your stomach when she called you handsome down to gender euphoria. which is partly true, but you secretly wished she would've called you her boyfriend instead.

but even so, you'd have to swallow the bile that rose to your throat when senior year of high school started, and you'd see her talking to jeff - to a real man. you know that there wasn't anything going on between them, but your stomach would churn when she would mention how cute he looked that day. it made you angry - at her, at jeff, at your parents, at yourself.

so angry, that you would start ignoring her. being too close to her got to your head and it was getting hard to ignore your growing feelings for her. but this is jackie we're talking about, and she cornered you until you spat out some pathetic excuse that you were just busy with homework to ever go see her. she didn't buy it for a second, but she saw how uncomfortable you were and didn't want to press you about it. you somehow made it through the rest of the school year with only seeing her a couple times while hanging out with mutual friends.

now, it's your freshman year at rutgers which jackie begged you to apply at so you could be college buddies, and to be honest, it wasn't your first choice, but you applied anyways. and it was the only one you got accepted to, so you had no choice in the matter. coincidentally, you and jackie had the same history class, so it was only natural that she had asked you to come over to her house to reconnect.

which was a bad idea.

"have you ever kissed someone?" jackie speaks suddenly, turning to you while twirling her hair around a finger.

you splutter for a second, gulping hard. "u-uh, no, i haven't. have you?"

please say no, please say no.

"me neither." she smiles, and if you hadn't been too embarrassed to make eye contact, you would have seen the way she glanced at your lips. you hum at her response and nod before turning your attention back to the movie.

a beat passes.

"wait, we should totally practice on each other!" she says it as if it were a huge revelation. she's looking at you with sparkles in her eyes and an innocent grin, reaching for the remote to pause the movie.

"what?" you squeak out, scooting up and sitting straighter on the couch, swallowing hard as you look at her. your hand shakes as you bring it up to scratch at the back of your head. "are you serious?"

"of course," she rolls her eyes. jackie leans in closer to you and grabs your hands, and if she heard the nervous breath of air you let out, she chose to ignore it. "i mean, it wouldn't even be awkward, right? we've known each other since we were kids. and besides, it's just a little practice, no harm done."

oh, if you only knew.

you think about it - really, think about it. you don't wanna kiss her just because you like her. you know that would just cause more problems with your feelings for her. but at the same time, you've barely gotten to know anyone while at this college and the only girl you talk to here is your classmate who sits beside you in art, and she only asked for a pencil one time. so, who knows when the next time you'd be given this opportunity to kiss another girl, let alone jackie taylor.

of course, there would be no other option you'd pick besides kissing her, even if that means destroying your friendship with her forever. for you, at least. she'd go on with her life and you'd be stuck dealing with all the emotions and be lucky if you don't suddenly explode with them.

you nod slowly, choosing to ignore the sinking feeling in your gut. your lips tremble as you speak, and a cold sweat consumes your body. "s-sure. it's just practice." you try to convince yourself of it, but it doesn't seem to work that well.

jackie giggles and claps her hands together, wiggling her toes as she gets in position next to you, and you nearly back out of it as you feel her breath hit your lips. she places her hand on your shoulder for a second, picking at the fabric of your shirt before trailing her hand to your neck and pulling you in for a soft kiss.

your brain immediately shuts off and you can hear the wires crack with electricity as her plump lips move against yours. you have no choice but to let her take control of the kiss, jackie giving you experimental pecks before getting brave enough to stick her tongue in your mouth.

you moan at the feeling, eyes widening with embarrassment as you pull away, wiping your lips with the back of your hand. you can't look her in the eye as you stutter out apologies, but you wish you could because the only thing you can focus on is how swollen her lips are.

"how was it? was i good?" she asks hopefully, leaning in and anticipating your response.

"mhm." is all you can say.

she raises her fists in a celebratory manner, proud of her newly found skill. she buzzes with excitement, looking lost in thought as she replays the moment in her head. she grabs the remote and turns to you again, seemingly mistaking your frozen state for some sort of expectation on her part.

"you were good too." she reaches out and touches your arm, eyebrows furrowing at how suddenly you get up.

"sorry-i just," you wipe at your nose and clear your throat, looking anywhere but her. "i forgot i have an early class tomorrow, and i don't wanna stay up late."

"oh, okay." she nods, trying not to sound disappointed. she watches you walk away and calls out your name, remembering something. "wait! you should come to my party that i'm hosting in a few weeks."

"what party?"

"it's just a small party with friends and their friends, probably. it's to kick off our first semester of college." she smiles and shrugs, bouncing on her tippy toes. "i really want you to be there with me."

"and shauna!" she adds quickly. "her semester at brown doesn't start for a couple more weeks so she's coming over to visit. she's been asking about you too, i don't know why she's suddenly so interested in you." she crosses her arms, looking annoyed.

"i'll try to show up, but don't expect anything." you tell her, giving her a small smile. you feel your heart skip a beat at her excited squeal and hug, awkwardly melting into it.

you walk out the door and can feel your emotions building up, kicking a stray rock on jackie's sidewalk before you let out a heavy sigh and wipe your face.

"fuck!"

the second you get to the party, you make a beeline straight for the drinks.

jackie's front door was unlocked when you arrived and for now, she was nowhere to be found. you're not entirely sure why you decided to show up in the first place - you've been a mess since that kiss you had with her all those weeks ago. it's all you can think about and replay in your mind, and some of your grades have started to slip. the thought of seeing her here after successfully avoiding her, which was surprisingly easy with a clever lie about being busy with classes, made you want to vomit.

you gulp down your 4th shot, grimacing at the burn in your throat. you pull out your phone and check the time - 9:49 p.m. you could stay another hour or so, take advantage of all the free drinks, maybe say a quick "hi" to jackie and shauna and then leave.

"should you really be drinking that much?" you hear a raspy voice tease from behind you.

speak of the devil.

you turn around and are face to face with shauna shipman, one of your best friends from elementary school. the last time you had spoken to her was a couple of days before high school graduation, and it was about jackie, because of course it would be. she had urged you to grow some balls and ask her out before any other person with brains would. you chickened out, that same voice in the back of your head saying she would've rejected you. of course, you've kept up with her through texts, but you haven't really had the time or heart to respond to all her questions about how it's going with jackie.

you roll your eyes and bashfully smile at the sight of her, clad in her iconic plaid shirt, which you're pretty sure is the exact one jackie gave you that one time. you shake your head to rid the thought of her, bringing shauna in for a hug. you inhale the scent of her cologne, sighing against her shoulder as your mind spins.

"i've missed you, shipman." you pull away from her and grab another shot, ignoring how she scoffs and rolls her eyes. despite this, she reaches out and grabs herself one, clinking it against your glass before you both swallow it down.

"you look good." she compliments, punching your arm and scanning your body over. "i heard that you've been on T for a while now, congrats. i like the little baby beard thing you've got going on." you swat her hand away from your face as she tries to touch it, chuckling at her antics.

"oh, thanks." you say with fake earnest, scratching at your stubble. "i've only been letting it grow out for 6 months now, no big deal."

"i'm sure jackie loves it, she's always had a thing for beards." shauna replies, smirking at you.

your smile drops a bit at the mention of jackie and you clear your throat awkwardly, looking away. shauna looks at you quizzically, wondering what she said wrong. you shake your head, pouring yourself another shot before sighing.

"it's a long story." you slur, the alcohol finally catching up to you. she grabs you by the hands and leads you through the crowd of people and into jackie's backyard, pulling a chair out and sitting you down.

"well, spit it out."

you end up spilling your guts to shauna about your feelings and what happened with jackie, surprising yourself for being able hold tears back as you pour your heart out. she rubs your back comfortingly as she listens to you talk about everything, her heart hurting as you mention your internalized transphobia.

she opens her mouth to speak but another voice calls out for you.

"there you are!" jackie yells, stopping in her tracks when she sees how close shauna is to you. her annoyance turns into concern when she notices how drunk you are. "i've been looking for you everywhere."

you giggle at her, looking up with a dopey smile and rush to your feet. "jackieeeee, hi."

"how much has he had to drink?" jackie looks at shauna, growing more concerned. you stumble into her arms, and she catches you, trying to keep you still as you mumble incoherently into her neck.

shauna shrugs, wondering if she should intervene. you're nearly black out, but she knows this would be the only way on earth that you'd confess to jackie. "maybe 4, 5 shots?"

jackie scoffs, rolling her eyes. she grabs your face and looks at you with a soft expression. "i'm gonna take you back to my room, okay? you can rest in there until you get sober enough."

"noooo," you pout, letting yourself get tugged by her back into the house and up the stairs, which you nearly trip on. you huff and puff as she pushes you into her room, feeling old memories come back at being in here. "you're no fun."

she ignores you and guides you over to her bed, pulling the covers back and helping you get in. you have no energy to fight back as she tucks you in, moving stray hairs out of your face and kissing your forehead. she leaves for a second to fetch you water, forcing you to drink some.

"why did you have to ask me to do it?" you ask suddenly, hiccupping and closing your eyes as you feel yourself get tired.

"do what?" she says quietly, running her nails over your scalp as she watches over you.

"ask me to practice kissing." you mumble. "i hated it. i hate you."

"i'm sorry." she apologizes, feeling a pang of sadness at your words. "i never wanted to make you fe-."

"i think i'm in love with you, jackie."

she freezes, her movements stilling as she processes what you just said. she swallows down what she really wants to say and shakes her head, blinking away tears. "you're drunk, you don't mean that."

"i do. i've known since middle school, i just could never tell bring myself to tell you because you'd never date someone like me."

"shut up." she gets out of bed, releasing a shaky sigh and fixing her hair. she feels her stomach drop as you give her a dejected look and turns around to face the door. "you can sleep here tonight. i'll come and check on you in the morning."

she walks towards the door and opens it, not looking back to you as she whispers a "goodnight." you're too drunk right now to care about what you just did, so you close your eyes and sleep.

you wake up with arguably the biggest hangover ever and groan, covering up the creeping sunlight with your blanket. wait- not your blanket, jackie's blanket. you sit up, feeling your heart sink as you realize what happened last night.

shit.

just as you're about to get out of bed, the door opens and in walks jackie, looking surprised at you being awake.

"i've checked on you like 5 different times, and you were always asleep." she chuckles awkwardly, sitting at the foot of the bed and fingering the loose thread on her pajamas. "i didn't know if you had classes today but i figured i'd let you sleep in anyway."

"thanks." you mutter, licking your dry lips and reaching for the water she brought you last night and taking a generous swig. you glance at the clock that reads 2:33 p.m. and sigh. you do have a 3 o'clock class but you really don't think you can handle going anywhere today.

the room is filled with uncomfortable silence as you both sit and pretend like you're not glancing at each other. you fumble with the water bottle before you gather the courage and speak with a small voice.

"i'm, uh, i'm sorry about last night. i wasn't thinking." that's as best as you can do without feeling like throwing up.

"did you mean it? what you said about me?" jackie scoots closer, removing the water bottle from your grip and placing it back on the nightstand. you internally scream as you make eye contact with her before looking away, feeling too nervous. her hand covers yours and you feel a shock of electricity, nodding your head slowly as you glance back to her.

"y-yes." you finally say, voice breaking. "i meant it."

you watch as her shoulders relax, closing her eyes and sighing out. she looks to you with a half grin and playfully shoves you, bouncing to her knees on the bed and holding you by the shoulders. "you're an idiot."

"excuse me?" you furrow your eyebrows, looking at her like she's crazy.

jackie shakes her head and pushes you back so you're lying down the bed and gets onto your lap, her lips meeting yours in a sweet kiss. you feel like you're having a fever dream between the hangover and jackie kissing you, but you welcome it, placing your hands on her hips and kissing her back.

you spend at least 5 minutes catching up with a long awaited makeout session, jackie pulling back with a satisfied grin. she rests her forehead against yours and caresses your cheek with her hand, looking into your eyes with a loving expression that makes your heart flutter.

"i was waiting for you to confess to me all these years, you know." she mumbles, kissing your nose. "i was starting to think you were gay or something."

you chuckle, tracing random patterns on her back. you lean up and flip her over on her back, smiling at her sound of surprise that flies from her mouth. you place your arms over both sides of her head and kiss her gently, pulling back only slightly.

"well, here's my confession. jackie taylor, i've been in love with you since we were in middle school. you would make me the happiest man in the world if you went out with me. what do you say?"

"hmm," she ponders, giggling as you pinch her side. she brings you in for another long, sweet kiss, getting sidetracked as she stares at you.

"i say yes."

#.myworks #jackie taylor thoughts 💭#yellowjackets x reader #jackie taylor x reader

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sunnynwanda · 3 days

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Hi! Ive been following you for a long while and I love your writing so much!

If you feel like it, could you write a hero x villain, one of which is the type to get touchy and playful when drunk and accidentally confesses to the other like that? With the other being surprised

Ofc you can take it in whatever way you want! :D

Do Your Worst

Warnings: intoxication, slightly suggestive (i guess?), bad flirting xD

Villain was stoic. Cold as ice, unmoving as a mountain. They never flinched, never winced, never recoiled. No matter how strong the blow was, no matter how bad it hurt. No muscle dared to twitch on their carved face, not one sound escaped their pale lips.

They were made of stone - Hero was sure of it.

Here remembered their first battle with Villain, the power of their blows unmatched, rumbling in the emptiness of the building, concrete crushing under their fists as they chased Villain relentlessly. In retrospect, Hero knows they must have broken at least five ribs, if not more. Yet, the only reaction they got from Villain was a quirked eyebrow - a mocking challenge. A dare to keep going, to give more. Bring it on.

Do your worst.

Hero hated those words despite having heard them a thousand times before. A spark ignited deep within, turning into lightning, rushing through their veins like a wave. Passion and power. Hero had no idea where to draw the line. Villain was insatiable in their hunger, unstoppable in their pursuit of a thrill. Yet there was no satiating Hero's thirst either - they wanted more. More fire, more freedom. More of Villain.

But Villain was the epitome of indomitable. Impassive. Equable.

All the more surprising was the state they found Villain in today. No, surprising was not the word for what they were feeling. They were struck dumb, astonished, speechless. Anything but surprised as they take in the look of Villain swaying on their feet and coming to a halt in front of them with the sweetest pout on their soft lips.

"Baby-y," they exclaim, excitement colouring their voice in a way Hero has never heard before. "What are you doing here?"

Hero staggers back, their eyes blown wide. Villain attempts a smile, their lips curling up to reveal the dimples on their cheeks. Hero feels their heart skip a beat at the sight.

"Villain, are you alright?" They start cautiously, part of them suspecting that their nemesis has been drugged.

Villain nods, failing to form a stern expression and setting on an adorable frown. "Mhm. Missed you. So much." Their words come out slurred but manage to send Hero's eyebrows up into their goddamn hairline.

"You... what?" Hero mumbles out, breath hitching in their throat as they process the words. They are quick to react when Villain stumbles forward, gripping Hero's outstretched arms for stability.

Except, they don't stop at that. Once Hero steadies them and lets go of their hands, Villain doesn't step back. Instead, they wrap their arms around Hero's waist and rest their chin on Hero's chest as they tilt their head up.

"Hi, baby," they muse, their pupils dilated from intoxication. Hero's throat goes dry at the sight, their hands twitching to touch Villain's flushed cheekbones, brush their fingers over the sensitive skin, ignite them the same way Villain's words have them on fire.

"Hi," Hero breathes out, their mind spinning. "You're drunk." They state the obvious, earning a deep rumble of a chuckle from Villain.

"Mhm," Villain hums, leaning closer, their chest flush against Hero's. "And you're pretty."

"I- w-what?" Hero stutters out, their brain short-circuiting when Villain's hand slides up their chest to their neck, their fingers brushing the side of Hero's neck. "What are you doing?"

"Hm?" Villain looks up at them, blinking innocently and sending a shiver down Hero's spine. Holy mother of god.

Hero wants to remove Villain's hands from their body, they really do. But, the moment they actually try, Villain gives them the most adorably heart-shattering pout they have ever seen, and who the hell is Hero to refuse them?

They sigh heavily, cupping Villain's jaw, their thumb rubbing soft circles into their cheek. "Shh, let me get you home, okay?" They ask, gazing intently into Villain's heavy-lidded eyes. Villain nods, leaning into their touch with unexpected desperation, their lips parted in strained pants.

Hero draws them closer, holding them upright, but almost drops them when their apathetic nemesis yelps. Hero stares at their enemy cradled in their arms when Villain does the unthinkable. They giggle. The sound rings through the air, and Hero all but dies on the spot, their mouth hanging agape for a moment too long, drawing another soft laugh out of Villain, who must have decided to break Hero's mind because they wrap their arm around Hero's shoulders, nuzzling into their neck.

"I've wanted to do this for so long," they mutter against Hero's skin, sending a flood of lava down their throat. Hero lets out a guttural groan, barely restraining themself from lifting Villain's head from their shoulder and devouring them on the spot.

"Villain, please," Hero whispers, unsure of what they are pleading for - for Villain to stop or to keep going. Keep ruining me.

Villain shakes their head, their lips brushing against the side of Hero's neck when they speak again. "I won't have the guts to say this when I'm sober," they confess, and Hero freezes, too stunned to move, speak or even breathe.

They can't remember what they need the air for when Villain's cold fingers trace the outline of their lips. They feel intoxicated, Villain's drunken state influencing them in the strangest way possible, making them feel lightheaded like no alcohol ever could.

"Villain," Hero warns through gritted teeth, struggling desperately to maintain control and composure when Villain stands on their tiptoes, leaning on Hero's chest for stability. "One more word from you, and I won't be responsible for my actions."

They press their forehead to Villain's, their eyes meeting with scorching intensity, Hero's gaze glowing with insanity and desire.

Villain might be made of stone, but Hero isn't.

Hero is on the verge of falling apart, crumbling under Villain's smouldering hands like they are made of clay.

"Do your worst," Villain whispers against their lips, and Hero loses it, capturing Villain's mouth, crushing into them with a groan rambling in the back of their throat.

No, Hero is not made of stone. And neither is Villain.

A/N: Hi, sweetheart! Oh my, thank you so much :) You have no idea what this means to me and how good it makes me feel to receive requests and notes like this! Love you with all my heart <3 xo Sunny

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oddverse · 1 day

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If there’s one thing about Pesci Prosciutto could never figure out, it’s the idea of why. Specifically, why does he dress like that?

Prosciutto’s many years as a gangster told him that to be feared, you have to look scary. To be dangerous, you have to look dangerous. That’s why he kept himself so clean all the time. What, with his well manicured, tied back blond hair, fashionable suit, and dangling gold necklace of course. He learned he had to be like this, because no one takes you seriously if you look stupid.

With the rest of his gang, it seems they learned this too. Everyone looked sharp and deadly, like a set of knives. Ghiaccio dressed very literal to the name, Melone’s style is more seductive and tempting, Risotto has his strength and eyes to do the job, hell, even Illuso and Formaggio had their styles show their danger.

But here comes Pesci! In his self-made self-botched Mohawk, old fur coat he must have worn for years, and in a heart covered jumpsuit. What is this, yoga hour? He should be on the treadmill, not on a mission!

Doesn’t he know you have to dress like this for a reason? Seriously, it’s like he doesn’t even want to try and look dangerous! He doesn’t dress to benefit his strong frame, he doesn’t dress to represent his precise stand, he doesn’t even dress to at LEAST look menacing!

Prosciutto knows Pesci is strong. He knows that he could lift a stone column like a bar of lumber. He knows he can snatch the cork off a one bottle in one piece. But he doesn’t dress like he can and as a result, the rest of the team bullies him for it! He looks weak, so they view him like he’s weak!

You dress to demonstrate you’re tough. Prosciutto thought every man in Italy knew this by now. He was SURE his father should have taught him this lesson by now. I mean, hell, prosciutto didn’t even HAVE one and he learned this. So why does he dress like that? What is he hiding? IS he hiding anything?

Your clothes are for other people so they can’t see your insides. If your insides are weak, you dress like you’re strong. If your insides are strong, you dress like you’re strong. You dress strong no matter what. You have to. Good dressings are strength. Strength is respect. And if you do not play the part, you are kicked out of the show.

IM SORRY for the wait on a reply ive just been hoarding this message all to myself trying to come up with a good response. Ive probably reread it a dozen times because its such a vivid description, and i just know Prosciutto HATES that jumpsuit. (Aside from the designer coat Pros insisted upon) He cant even look at it for long because he'll just give himself a headache trying to figure out the enigma that is Pesci. Take Risotto for example, its extreme but it sends a message, he should be trying to accomplish that!

Prosciutto wants to see the razor wire that Pesci is hiding. He knows its naivete, or just obliviousness to the precariousness that hes found himself in, Prosciutto knows Pesci thinks there will be an escape, an opportunity to leave this life far far behind, he knows thats why he wont/cant kill, hed be stuck then, the point of no return, Prosciutto also knows thats not going to be a very sustainable belief for long. Pesci has already proved to be worth the trouble however, like you said "Prosciutto knows Pesci is strong." and knowing the long road ahead of his subordinate maybe he can afford to show a little mercy in his fashion choices too.

i also know melone loves that jumpsuit

#PROSCIUTTO CARES ABOUT THIS MAN #that is his only friend in the whole world #his confidant- his champion #Pesci will be a killer one day- Pros got suits sized and ready for the occasion he will be so proud #prosciutto #jojos bizarre adventure #propesci #pesci #VIRGIN KILLER JUMPSUIT Melone insisted

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vigilskeep · 2 days

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hi! ive seen you talk about your surana a bunch but i dont know if ive seen her full story. what were some of the pivotal decisions she made? i love hearing you talk about your ocs, theyre always so in depth and thought out!

oh thank you!! :) my surana is my Eldest Daughter from my very first full playthrough of a dragon age game, so i think a lot of people newer to the blog (like... from less than a year and a half ago probably lmao) have less of the context in complete form. so i will attempt to summarise!! it may be... long...

minerva surana is a manipulative, driven elven circle mage, heart-breakingly willing to sacrifice whatever she believes is necessary for her Grand Goals, who is often so busy playing 5d chess she forgets she’s a twenty-one year old with no experience of the world outside the tower

okay it did turn out fucking long the rest is under the cut its like 9 bulky paragraphs enjoy

her family were tevinter liberati, elven slaves who had devoted themselves to buying their way out and very recently succeeded. her parents were desperate to see her and her elder sibling grow up knowing only freedom, and sent their children south with another part of the family while they remained to pay off the last of their debts. the journey was long and difficult, and they had little left when they ended up in the denerim alienage. in a twist of bitter irony, magic that might have made minerva someone of value in the imperium saw her freedom once more revoked in the south. minerva remembers nothing of tevinter, and only a few fragments of what came next: of light through the vhenadahl’s branches glinting on a templar’s blade, of her sibling fighting them and being knocked to the ground, terribly still, with blood in their hair, and of her grandmother saying what she might have said many times on that long journey south: we can survive anything, as long as we never look back. ironically, minerva often took that to heart by denying all memory prior to the circle.

young apprentice minerva was a sullen child, with few friends; karl thekla took an elder brother’s interest, and jowan clung to her talent. she only really flourished when, after her terror of her natural gift for spirit magic saw her self-hatred turn dangerous in her early teens, first enchanter irving took an interest. he was a father figure to her, and he showed her how to channel her power into control, and her distress into ambition. newfound devotion to elemental magic saw her hailed as a prodigy, and surely a future first enchanter with irving’s tutelage. (only irving considered her too headstrong for the role. he never told her, fostering the drive he had cultivated, both fearful for the state she might return to if he didn’t, and curious as to what else she might become.) she grew up arrogant and beautiful and deeply loyal to the circle, learning that it was only the weak and the defiant who would fail to thrive there, and convinced she was neither. many of her peers wanted to be her, and few of them wanted to spend much time in her company. except jowan, still the little brother hiding in her shadow, and halliserre amell, a rebellious rival with a winning smile, who made up for their lack of her discipline and raw power with sheer brilliance, and whose heated arguments eventually developed into... ah, something else heated.

not long before the start of the game, amell told her they were going to accept tranquillity. it didn’t matter how clever they were; with their weak magic, they would die in the harrowing. they’d only been so defiant of the circle before because, having accepted their fate, the risks were nothing to them. furious and unable to admit it was because she was in love, the last thing minerva ever said to them when they were whole was that they were a coward not to try. when jowan told her he feared he too would be made tranquil, minerva was still recovering from the loss, not to mention flushed with even more arrogance than normal from her own successful harrowing. she had been the perfect circle mage all her life, twice as good as everyone else to make up for every rumour about where she was from. surely she had earned one defiance. surely she could save this one thing, her oldest friend. and she is a loyal person, in her way, emotion powering her fierce drive, incapable of abandoning what she has set her heart on. irving, from whom she had learned everything, was ahead of her every step of the way. he arranged for her to be taken in by the grey wardens. she had proved herself as headstrong and unsuitable as he had feared—and she was shocked and bitterly betrayed to finally see that—but he also believed this might bring her to where she would truly belong.

as a grey warden, minerva’s highest concern is perception. when the stakes of the game are revealed, she has enough hubris to see it as a chance to not just save but change the world. defeating the archdemon isn’t enough. she needs to be seen defeating the archdemon, at the forefront, as an elven mage; she has enough idealism to believe it will really matter for her and people like her, and enough shrewd cynicism to consider what she may have to sacrifice to achieve it. mostly she approaches problems with the skill for diplomacy and management that irving taught her, with that good good Master Coercion skill. she gets many of the “better” and certainly more peaceful quest outcomes, not always motivated by altruism, but determined to be remembered well when she leaves each faction behind. her one great sacrifice of this goal to be seen as the perfect mage is when she takes up blood magic, determined after she sees its power that she alone can handle it, to get the job done and keep what’s hers alive fight after fight. but that only makes her more dedicated to her actions elsewhere

the real test and most pivotal moment of her arc is at the landsmeet. she has arranged anora’s marriage to an alistair hardened for the role (once more following irving’s example, learning to teach ambition as he had taught hers. is there love in that, or just selfishness? she doesn’t know). all that matters is that the joint rule neatly fulfils her desire for compromise to please all parties. but then she struggles between two aspects of her goal: she wants to be seen, personally, as the victor; she does not want every noble in ferelden to see her kill the hero of river dane with magic. she knows how that scene will be remembered, in the end. when riordan suggests recruiting him instead, it seems the perfect solution to everything, the salvation of the day. and then she realises she’s broken alistair’s heart, just when he’s breaking hers. she is incapable of backing down in front of them all (it’s only to alistair, her alistair, but she can’t do it—not to a human, and not to someone part of her will always see as a templar—not when everything she wants was so close.) he abandons her for the throne she taught him to want. she goes on with loghain in the party, and eventually—unable to let loghain snatch the final sacrifice from her grasp, and realising she does want to win and live, after it all—convinces him to do the dark ritual.

in terms of her most important relationships with companions: minerva traditionally romances zevran, who is in many ways uniquely her match having learned the same bitter lessons with the crows that she learned from the circle, and who is so dear to her and capable of lightening her heart when no-one else can. i’ve also experimented with the idea of her romancing alistair, to really dramatise the Landsmeet Divorce and capitalise on future political shenanigans where she could one day be his mistress, but more traditionally they are simply an extremely closely trauma-bonded pair of people who are incapable, at least that year, of really understanding each other deep down. it falls into a pattern where she loves someone with all that fierce drive, enough to die for them, but she will always prioritise what she thinks they need over what they are saying and what they want, often with misjudgements and terrible consequences for them both. it was true with amell, it’s true for many others

she has something very intense and homoerotic going on with morrigan, she has a strained relationship with leliana and wynne, and she has respect and comradeship and a fair bit of fundamental disagreement with sten and loghain. the awakening squad are the people she will consider family for life, most notably nathaniel who she started out not liking at all and is now her work wife, her right hand, can finish her sentences, etc.; anders, who remembers her as karl’s annoying teacher’s pet telltale little sister and is still sometimes baffled by who she’s become; velanna, who makes minerva her most genuine self by having regular screaming matches with her as a sign of affection; and oghren who tried to quit drinking at the same time she tried to quit blood magic, leading to many conversations that deeply baffled everyone around them.

the “current” minerva surana is a sharp-tongued leader who was born for the role of warden-commander, who loves her work and that it matters, who has a truer confidence that is less blindly arrogant and more willing to admit to mistakes, who has worked her breathless way up to h*lding h*ands in public with someone she loves, who has finally learned the hard lesson that the world needs more than an heroic example who followed all the rules to truly be bettered... and who, as rebellion brews, has never been one to sit back and watch while others changed the world

#minerva surana #i THINK thats everything major... it must be #minerva enjoyers who im sure remember more of my posts than me tell me if i missed anything crucial writing this in one sitting #shes my babygirl. thats crucial.#i didnt cover the exact details of her quest decisions bc i think abt changing them a lot #def bringing the sides together in nature of the beast. bhelen supporter and she rlly cultivates that alliance she loves orzammar #ive never played it but in retrospect i believe she wouldve killed connor #and. saved the circle. given that the other option is [checks notes] murdering her dad for the crime of [checks notes again] being tortured

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Reminder: I am on a posting break for new content until May 23rd so that I can focus on writing WFLT...

In the meantime, please enjoy this third installment of Unwanted: Unusables, or, chapters from the original story that never made it to the final draft. Today, we're looking at an alternate Chapter 7: (what would become) Unburdened. This draft immediately follows the events of yesterday's Unusable.

I ended up scrapping this entire version of the chapter, because I decided to go in a different direction in Chapter 5, so everything had to be redone. But, it has one of my favorite scenes-- Girls' Night, so I'm glad that I could eventually share it with you, besties!

Enjoy!

When you woke up the following morning, you felt lighter than you could remember feeling in a long, long time. It was as if the maelstrom of agitation that had been coursing through you since Bucky first saw Jade's profile had finally abated, and you were waking to the calm following the storm, everything feeling newly cleansed by the rain.

Granted, your head was killing you with a tremendous hangover, but your soul felt lighter, and that's what should count the most, right?

You stretched, reaching out for Bucky, but finding only empty sheets where his body had been the night before. With a frown, you craned your head to see if he was in the bathroom, but no-- the door was open and the room beyond it dark. Against your will, you felt the weight of your insecurities begin to hover over you once again. Perhaps it was time to talk to Tony to see if you could borrow his Dr. FRIDAY therapy program for yourself. You were definitely in need of some kind of professional help.

Drawing your knees up to your chest, you contemplated whether or not you should change out of Bucky's shirt before you trekked back across the hall to your own room so you could mope. The odds of anyone seeing you were slim, since you were still the only two people living on this floor, but there was no guarantee someone wouldn't be around looking for either one of you. You wondered what would have people talking more-- the sight of you in only Bucky's shirt, or you leaving his room in the clothes you'd worn the night before. Not that it really mattered, you supposed. You were fairly confident from the team's reactions at dinner last night that the majority of them knew the two of you were having sex, or at the very least suspected it, anyway.

Before you could make your decision, however, Bucky's door opened and he walked in, carrying a breakfast tray laden with bacon and eggs and an overly-large water bottle.

"You're up," he said, smiling as he closed the door behind him. "I was hoping I'd be back before you woke, but I figured you could use some sustenance for what's probably a major hangover." He slid the tray onto the bed before crawling back in next to you.

"Did you seriously bring me breakfast in bed, Barnes?" you asked, a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. That was beyond adorable of him.

"'course I did," he said, picking up a slice of bacon and taking a bite. "Figure your head's got to be killing you, since you never drink that much. Here." He unscrewed the cap from the water bottle and passed it to you. "Electrolytes. Drink up." You took a swig of the lemony-lime flavored Liquid IV he'd prepared for you.

"Thank you," you said. "This is incredibly sweet, but I could have gotten up to get breakfast myself; you didn't have to go to all the trouble."

"I confess, my motives aren't that altruistic," he said, running his tongue over his bottom lip. "I have no intention of letting you get out of this bed at all today, and I figured you should have at least something in your stomach before I launch my nefarious plan." His eyes twinkled with mischievous intent, making your heart flutter in anticipation.

"Your nefarious plan, huh?" Your eyebrow arched in curiosity as you took another bite of bacon, cooked extra crispy, exactly the way you liked. "And what might that be?"

"Well," he started, his voice dropping to a seductive whisper as he leaned closer to you, his breath tickling your ear.

"Since I was an absolute ass and made you feel like shit yesterday, I had hoped I could spend today making you feel good. I could lie and say I planed a day spent snuggled up together watching movies, but in reality I was thinking we could explore the possibility of other more... intimate activities."

A blush crept over your cheeks as you met his gaze. The promise lingering in his icy blue eyes sent a thrill down your spine, making you momentarily forget about the pounding headache. "That sounds...enticing," you admitted. "You have my attention."

"Good," he grinned, his thumb gently brushing against your lower lip. "Because I also remember a promise made to fuck you until you couldn't remember your own name."

The heat that instantaneously flooded your cheeks at his words made you glad you hadn't bothered changing out of his shirt, after all. You tried to play it cool, to match his relaxed nonchalance, even as your heart pounded like a drum within your chest.

"I do seem to recall you saying something to that effect last night, now that you mention it," you said, trying to sound casually thoughtful in spite of the tidal wave of arousal that was rushing throughout your body.

Bucky nodded, the smile on his face growing wider by the second. "Let it never be said that I'm not a man of my word." You turned, leaning in to kiss him, but he pulled away from you. "Nu-uh, doll," he tsked. "You need to hydrate and protein-load first, then I'll ruin you."

"I dunno, Buck," you contemplated as you dug into a forkful of scrambled eggs. "You may have already ruined me. I could get used to this kind of treatment real fast."

"Sweetheart, if one breakfast in bed has ruined you, you've been spending all your time with the wrong kind of man," he drawled.

"Well, I think we both know that's the understatement of the year," you laughed.

Bucky chuckled, a hearty sound that reverberated through the room and eased any lingering insecurities that had arisen when you woke up alone. He was right; you were spending time with the right kind of man now. You turned to find him watching you with an intensity that made your breath hitch.

"God, you're beautiful," he murmured, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. His touch was gentle, sweet, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin.

You found yourself blushing again, quickly turning your attention back to the breakfast tray in an attempt to hide it. "Says the man who looks like he fell straight off a GQ cover," you teased lightly.

Even though his smile never wavered, there was a depth to his gaze that made your heart race. "Noticed that, did you?" He asked, his tone teasing as he took another bite of his bacon.

It was your turn to chuckle now, the sound soft and full of warmth. "Maybe once or twice," you said with a shrug.

"I ever tell you you make make grateful I fell off that train?"

Your heart momentarily stopped at his words. You looked at him, really looked, and saw the sincerity in his eyes. His tone was so casual, as if he were commenting on the weather, but the weight of his words were monumental.

"What?" you managed to gasp out, completely thrown off balance, breakfast momentarily forgotten.

He chuckled softly at your bewilderment, his fingers reaching out to gently caress your face. "I shoulda been dead long before you were ever even born, doll. Fallin' off that train, becoming the Winter Soldier, it was hell, but if it'd hadn't happened, I never would of gotten to meet you. That's made it all worth it."

You stammered, trying to find words that could match the intensity of the moment. "Bucky... That's..."

"True," he finished for you, his gaze steady on yours. "You are my silver lining, sweetheart. The best thing this twisted life has given me."

Your eyes filled with tears at his heartfelt admission. This was Bucky - raw and open-hearted - sharing something profoundly personal with you.

"Bucky... I..." You struggled to form a sentence that could properly encapsulate how you felt in the moment, so instead, you took the breakfast tray and put it up on the bedside table. Turning back to face him, his expression curious, you cupped his cheek in the palm of your hand. If you couldn't tell him what his words meant to you, you'd show him.

"I think I'm done with breakfast," you whispered, pulling him in for a kiss.

His lips moved against yours with devastating slowness. There was nothing rushed or fevered about the kiss, but it was no less all-consuming.

He responded immediately, drawing you closer and wrapping his arms around your waist and maneuvering you until you straddled his lap. His large hands roamed along the curve of your lower back, pulling you against him until there was no space left. The contact made your head spin and your body heat up in places that made you shudder with anticipation.

His taste was as delicious as his touch; a combination of coffee, bacon, and something distinctly Bucky that made your senses reel. His tongue slipped into your mouth, tangling with yours in an intimate dance that left you breathless and wanting more.

As the kiss deepened, you could feel every hard line and muscle of Bucky's torso pressed against your own. His heart pounded in sync with yours, the rhythm picking up as the kiss escalated from sweet to passionate. The sensation made you dizzy with longing.

You reached up to tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging lightly at the strands. A low growl rumbled from Bucky's chest at the action, sending a thrill of lust coursing through you. His response was immediate, his lips leaving yours to trail hot, wet kisses down your neck. His teeth grazed your skin, making you gasp in pleasure.

"You're mine," he said, his voice a primal growl that echoed in the otherwise silent room. His possessiveness was as thrilling as it was unexpected. You nodded, unable to form words as desire clouded your mind.

"Yours," you managed to gasp out, the word coming out as a half-sigh, half-moan as Bucky's fingers danced down the length of your back, causing goosebumps to rise in their wake.

His hands moved with a purpose, tracing paths of fire along your skin. Every touch was measured and precise - he knew exactly what he was doing and how it affected you.

It was almost too much to bear - this closeness, the intimacy of his words. It was overwhelming and wonderful all at once. Bucky's touch was like an incantation, a spell that had you completely entranced.

The world narrowed down to just the two of you. The crisp sheets beneath you, the cool morning air filling the room, everything felt insignificant compared to the heat radiating from Bucky's touch, from his gaze. You were lost in him, and it was a sensation you never wanted to quit.

His fingers dipped lower, trailing up the hem of the shirt you wore. A shiver coursed through your body as his cold metal digits met the warm bare skin of your stomach. You gasped audibly, your back arching slightly.

"Sensitive?" Bucky teased, a smirk playing on his lips. His fingers continued their tantalizing exploration, circling around your navel before moving upward.

"You have no idea," you managed to breathe out between gasps. Every nerve ending was on fire, your senses heightened by Bucky's seductive touch. His fingers traced a path up your body, fingertips lightly grazing the underside of your breasts. You bit your lower lip, stifling a moan. Bucky noticed, his ocean blue eyes darkening with a hunger that mirrored your own.

"Good," he murmured, leaning down to press his lips to yours once more. This kiss was different, though - more demanding, more intense. He claimed your mouth with a burning passion that left you breathless and craving more.

His metal hand moved from your stomach to cup your breast through the thin fabric of the shirt. His touch was electrifying; every stroke sent shock waves coursing through you straight to your core. You moaned into his mouth, arching into his touch.

Bucky pulled away slightly, his gaze sliding down to where his hand was on you. "You like this?" he asked in a low, husky voice.

"So fucking much," you admitted, reaching up to grasp the back of his neck and pull him back down to your lips. You kissed him with abandon, pouring all the pent-up desire you had been feeling into the action. His groan of pleasure was muffled by your mouth, further stoking the flames of your desire.

His hand kept up its unhurried exploration, fingers finding a hard nipple through the shirt, brushing over it in slow circles. The sensation made you whimper, pulling away from his lips to gasp for breath.

His eyes were filled with a wicked gleam as he took you in, his gaze heated and full of desire. It made your heart beat faster and your body ache with need. In that moment, you wanted nothing more than to melt into him completely.

"Bucky," you whispered, the sound coming out as a high-pitched plea. His touch was driving you wild, making it difficult for you to think straight.

"Hmm?" His voice was rough with desire, his breath fanning across your face.

"I... I need..." you trailed off, unsure of how to put your needs into words. You've never wanted someone this much; it was disorienting.

His lips curled up into a smirk again, understanding flashing in his blue eyes. "I know what you need, doll," he murmured against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. His hand slipped underneath your shirt, skin on skin contact causing you to gasp out loud. His touch was demanding, taking and giving pleasure in equal measure.

His fingers traced the contours of your body, causing your nerves to sing with exhilaration. Playing your body like an instrument he'd long ago mastered. He skillfully made his way to the apex of your legs, his fingers just ghosting over the sensitive skin there.

"Does this feel good?" he asked in a low growl, his voice rough with need. His fingers dipped lower, hooking into the waistband of your panties and pulling them down slightly.

Your heart pounded in anticipation as you nodded, not trusting yourself to speak as desire coursed through your veins. His eyes never left yours - an intense gaze filled with passion and unspoken promises.

His hand moved lower still, slipping beneath your waistband. A breathy moan slipped past your lips as his fingers touched you where you wanted him most.

His fingers were cool against your heated skin, and the contrast sent sparks through your body. You couldn't help but shift against his touch, seeking more.

"Bucky," you whispered again, this time in a desperate plea. His smirk widened at your response to his touch as he rubbed slow circles around your most sensitive area. You reached down to wrap your fingers around his wrist as he teased you. He watched you carefully, taking in your every reaction and using it to heighten your pleasure.

"You're so beautiful like this," he said in a low murmur, his voice filled with raw need that caused your pulse to flutter. He continued his slow exploration, dipping a single metal digit into your heat, causing you to gasp at the intrusion.

"Yes... Bucky," you stammered out, your voice barely above a whisper. The slow stretch of his finger inside of you sent fire shooting through every nerve ending. Each stroke of his hand was perfectly orchestrated as if to bring you the greatest amount of pleasure possible.

"Shh, I got you, doll," he reassured you, his voice low and thick with wanting. His pace didn’t quicken; instead he kept a slow, torturous rhythm that had you squirming.

You could feel the tension building within you, spiraling up from the pit of your stomach. The pressure increased with every skilled stroke of Bucky’s fingers until you felt like you were on the edge of something monumental. Your breath hitched, and your grip on his shoulders tightened to the point where you were sure it would leave marks.

You wanted to look at him, wanted to see his face as he watched you unravel under his touch, but your eyes were squeezed shut, the tension mounting within you too intense to bear otherwise.

"Look at me," Bucky commanded huskily, his voice sending shivers down your spine. You obeyed instantly, forcing your eyes open to meet his dark blue gaze. The raw desire there took your breath away. "That's it," he murmured approvingly, his fingers continued their exploration, every touch igniting a flame that threatened to consume you completely.

"I want you to come for me," he growled, pressing harder against the sensitive bundle of nerves at your core. You whimpered at his words, the knot in your stomach tightening further. His command added another layer of intensity to the already building climax.

Your body tensed and you gasped audibly as waves of euphoria crashed over you. Your mind went blank and your vision blurred as the orgasm hit you with full force. All you were aware of was Bucky; his intense gaze, his fingers relentlessly driving you through your climax, and his voice murmuring words of encouragement.

"Good girl... that's it. Let go," he coaxed, his rough voice a thread anchoring you in the storm. As the tremors began to recede, he slowed his movements, easing you through the aftershocks.

Your senses slowly returned, and you were left gasping for breath, your heart pounding wildly. You were still clutching his arm, your grip loose now but no less desperate. His touch was intoxicating, a heady mix of pleasure and need that left you craving more.

Bucky eased his hand away from your core. His gaze was steady on your face, watching as you tried to regain your bearings. His eyes softened as he took in your flushed face and disheveled hair.

He pulled you closer, wrapping his arm securely around your trembling form as he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. There was a tenderness in this gesture that moved you deeply, causing tears to pool in your eyes.

"Bucky..." you murmured, turning your face further into his chest. He hummed a quiet acknowledgement in response, his fingers beginning to draw soothing patterns on your back.

"Yes, doll?" His voice was still rough, but the edge of raw need had smoothed out. Now it was gentle and filled with warmth and affection that had not been so evident before.

"You...you're..." You found it difficult to articulate what you were feeling right then. It was overwhelming - the intense euphoria from the pleasure he'd given you combined with the burgeoning emotions that threatened to spill over.

He seemed to understand regardless. "I know," he whispered, his lips brushing against your temple. "I know."

There was an unspoken agreement between you both then; an agreement that this casual arrangement you had entered into all those months ago had transcended into something far deeper, far more meaningful, than either one of you had ever anticipated.

You sat together in silence for a while, foreheads pressed against each other as you regained your composure, breathing in each other's breath. When your limbs had finally stopped shaking and your pulse had evened out, you met his gaze.

"Buck, we have a problem," you murmured, sliding your cheek against his, the rough stubble tantalizing against your skin.

He nuzzled into your face. "What's that, doll?"

You pulled back to look him in the eye, a wicked glint in your gaze. "I seem to still be able to remember my name."

He reached for the hem of the shirt you'd borrowed and pulled it up over your head and tossed it to the floor. "Honey, I haven't even begun to fuck you yet." With a wolfish grin, Bucky picked you up and maneuvered you so that you were lying on your back, his form hovering above you. His drew his head down to your breast, taking it into his mouth and sucking long and hard on your nipple.

"Oh, fuck, Bucky," you moaned, arching your back and pressing your chest further into his eager mouth. He devoured you like a man starving.

You lost yourself to the sensation as he continued his ministrations, and it wasn't long before he had once again reduced you to a whimpering mess. Time itself lost all meaning as he brought you over the edge over and over and over again. Finally, after what seemed like hours, you were sobbing with over-stimulation and the sheer intensity of what you felt for him.

After he'd finished inside of you for the second time, Bucky leaned over you, planting feather-light kisses along the planes of your face. "What's your name, doll?" he asked, voice husky.

You tried to answer, but no coherent thought would come to you; all you could do was pant as you tried to focus and re-center yourself.

He had done it. The man had fucked you until you'd forgotten your own name.

And you absolutely loved him for it.

The days that followed were some of the very best of your entire life. If you weren't training or working (well, okay, plenty of times when you were working), Bucky had you on your back. Or bent over a desk, or up against a wall, or down on all fours. Several times, he had sat you on his face, your hands gripping on to the headboard for dear life as his tongued probed as deeply into your cunt as he could get it. You had fucked in so many positions, in so many places, you were sure the entire Tower knew what you were doing. Not that you cared; you were head over heals in love with the man, and you were fairly confident he felt the same about you.

It was just that neither one of you had actually spoken the words.

So secure were you in this new connection with Bucky that it didn't even phase you when Tony announced one afternoon that Jade Carthage had officially accepted a three-month probationary appointment with the Avengers, and would be moving into the Tower in just a few days time.

"Okay, Pocket, what gives?" Nat asked you. Girls' Night had come around again, and the two of you, along Wanda, were set up in the common room, working your way through two large pizzas and a couple of orders of mozzarella sticks. Pepper was unfortunately on the West Coast, away on some official Stark Industries CEO business. "Tony announces Jade's imminent arrival and you don't even blink."

You shrugged your shoulders as you popped half a mozzarella stick into your mouth. "I'm not worried about her anymore," you told them. "I mean, I still don't like her, and we're not going to be best friends, but Bucky and I are in a good place." You paused and gave them a knowing look. "A really good place."

"So you are sleeping together!" Wanda leaned back, lifting her feet off the floor and kicking them in delight. You ducked your head, trying to stifle the smile and hide the blush that bloomed across your face. "Okay, I have so many questions! First of all, how long has this been going on? Second, what' it like? You know, his..." she tiled her eyes down. "Third, how is it? It's got to be so good, right? I mean, look at him!"

"Slow down!" you laughed. "God, Wands, should we change your name from Scarlet Witch to the Sokovian Horndog? Cause damn, girl!"

It was Wanda's turn to blush. "I'm sorry; I've just wanted this for you for so long, I can't stand it!" She stood up and threw herself at you, wrapping her arms around you in a tight hug, which you gladly reciprocated.

"Thanks, sweetie," you said with a laugh.

"Thanks later, answers now," she told you, pulling back from you to lean against the arm of the couch.

"Oh, I got this," Nat said, grin plastered across her face. "Let's see... One: four months, since the night he got back from his first mission. Two: She's called him Magic Dick, to his face. And three: Sometimes, when they're done, she can't even walk." She turned to you. "That about cover it?" You laughed, nodding your head.

"Yeah, that basically covers it," you said with a grin.

"I cannot believe this has been going on for four months and you both kept it from me," Wanda said with a pout. "I have been shipping the two of you for over a year, and this is how you repay me?"

"We weren't telling anyone, Wands," you said, trying to placate your friend.

"Oh, I'm too excited for you to be actually mad at you," she confessed. "So, you two a legitimate couple now, or what?"

You paused, biting your lip in consideration. "Well, no? I mean, it started as this completely no-strings-attached, casual sex, friends-with-benefits thing, but the morning after the dinner disaster, he told me that I made him grateful he fell off the train and--"

"I'm sorry, he said what?!" Nat interrupted at the same time Wanda grabbed a throw pillow and screamed into with with excitement, kicking her feet once more.

"Pocket," Nat continued grabbing your arms and shaking you, "for Barnes, that's practically a declaration of undying love!"

You scrunched your shoulders in glee. "I know!" you squealed, not being able to help how exhilarated the idea made you feel.

"And then what did you say?" Wanda asked.

You dropped your shoulders. "Um... well, I didn't actually say anything."

Wanda's eyes went wide. "So you just left him hanging there after he said that?" she asked, incredulous.

"No! I absolutely replied!" you insisted. "Just... not with words. It was more of a... physical response."

Wanda and Nat shared a look. "Okaaaay," they both said in unison before the three of you burst into laughter.

"Pepper is going to be so pissed she missed this," Wanda said, pulling out her phone to text your missing friend. "Though she'll probably be more angry about losing the bet."

"The bet?" you asked, confused.

"Oh, I bet her $100 that you two would end up together before your birthday," Wanda said with a grin as she texted away. "Pepper thought it wouldn't happen until night of, or after."

You tossed a pillow at her, knocking her phone from her hands. "Hey!" she cried out.

"That's what you get for betting on your friends' love lives," you told her, though your voice held no heat. If anything, it was weirdly sweet. Except... "Wait, is it super bizarre that Pepper's making bets on my sex life when she's technically my boss?" you asked.

"Yeah, you going to HR with that complaint?" Nat asked, laughing at the face you made. Her laughing set Wanda off, which set you off in turn, and soon the three of you were in hysterics.

"Damn, we too early for the panty pillow fight?" a voice from across the room caught your attention, and you looked up to see Sam, Steve, and Bucky standing in the doorway.

God, Bucky looked so good. He was wearing a Henley and a pair of jeans, but damn it if it wasn't doing things to you. You flashed him a giant smile. "Hey, Buckaroo," you said, your voice coming out far huskier than you intended it to.

"Don't engage, Pocket," Nat murmured. "They'll think think it's an invitation to come join us." But it was too late; the boys had already begun walking over to where you sat, Sam immediately grabbing a slice of pizza and digging in.

"Hey, doll," Bucky said, leaning over you and placing a kiss to your lips. He quickly pulled back as though he'd been burned, realizing what he'd done of your friends, and the two of you started at each other in surprise and shock over his actions.

"You know what, fuck it," you said, fisting his shirt and pulling him down, slotting your lips over his like your life depended on it. He responded instantly, practically crawling onto the couch to deepen the kiss, pulling you into his lap. You barely registered the sounds of your friends whooping and cheering around you. After what felt like several heady minutes, when you eventually came up for air, you were both smiling, red embarrassment creeping up your faces.

"It's about damned time!" Sam shouted, throwing a mozzarella stick a the two of you. With lighting reflexes, Bucky caught it midair, bit half of it and fed you the rest.

"All this fanfare over a simple kiss?" he asked rhetorically, ignoring the pointed looks. "Stop making it a big deal."

"I have literally wanted nothing more in my entire life," Wanda said, fiddling with her phone. "And I may have taken a picture to send to Pepper to prove she lost."

Bucky gave you a questioning look.

"The Sokovian Horndog over there has been placing bets on us," you sighed. "We just won her $100." A corner of his mouth tipped up in a smile.

"Best buy my girl something pretty with your winnings then, Red," he teased. Leaning your head against his shoulder, you watched in amusement as Wanda's cheeks flushed at Bucky's words.

Your friends continued to playfully give you both shit for a few more moments when you realized someone was missing from your little group.

"Hey, where did Steve go?" You were sure the blond super soldier had entered the room with Bucky and Sam, but now he was nowhere to be seen.

"Um, he sort of ran out when you two started to play tonsil hockey," Sam said between bites of pizza.

"Bathroom, maybe?" Nat suggested, her eyes glancing towards the hallway, but you could tell there was a note of uncertainty in her voice.

Bucky, however, seemed to have a better grasp on what might have occurred and his eyes scanned the room with a more discerning look. A sigh escaped him before he gently nudged you off his lap, rising from the couch. "I'll go find him," he said, turning down to give you a quick kiss goodbye. "Come on, Sam. We've disturbed Girls' Night long enough."

The Falcon began protesting, unfinished pizza slice still in hand, but Bucky grabbed him by the arm, dragging him off toward the hallway. Once they reached the doorway, Bucky turned around and gave you a quick wink.

"I'll see you at bedtime, Babydoll," he said, before dragging Sam off with him.

You waited a beat, giving the boys time to get out of earshot before the three of you began squealing like pre-teens.

"He's never called me that before," you gushed, the happiness coursing through you so intense you were afraid you'd launch into orbit.

"You are going to get such a good dicking down tonight!" Nat declared, coming around to playfully punch you on the shoulder.

And you absolutely did.

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hello! i have a question, but i dont quite know how to word it….

i like listening to people’s thoughts on hxh, because sometimes its difficult to collect my own thoughts and hearing others articulate it helps me form my own analysis. usually it clears up confusions on narrative choices, however this thing still confuses me because ive seen lots of meta which sometimes conflict with each other or infos from the show. maybe i missed something?

i dont want to link anybody because i dont want to “call them out” but its a frequent opinion ive come across, so not one person. but what i hear sometimes goes along the lines of: gon vowed to sacrifice everything to defeat pitou -> killua arrives -> despite going through with his jajanken, killua’s presence causes gon to realize he doesnt actually want at all to sacrifice everything and the vow is broken (causing him to lose his nen when he recovers from the physical toll)

i really love this reading. the scene where gon turns to killua right before the screen goes white has always been impactful and seemed important to me for reasons i cant explain. but i’m reluctant to adopt it because the way i understood the nen vow was that it was actually a condition—that gon would only use this power to kill pitou, and then per the “rules” he would lose everything as equivalent exchange when pitou was defeated. and that the reason why his nen was lost was because nanika healed him as he was—which was nen-lost. but the show mentions vows and conditions in conjunction so much sometimes the difference gets muddled in my brain, so i suppose im confused about that as well.

i guess im just asking your thoughts on killua and gon’s love for him potentially being the thing to cause gon’s vow/condition to break. i think its a really sweet idea but im not sure if the mechanics of what exactly gon did to kill pitou support it

sorry for the long ask. please have a nice day!!!!!

Hello! Great question!

So, my way of understanding it is that Gon traded all of his nen potential (meaning all of his nen he had at that time and all of the nen he would have ever had in the future) in order to achieve his adult form and have enough power to kill Pitou. By the time he had achieved that form, he was already doomed to have no nen once he used up the massive but finite amount he had, which was his whole lifetime worth. Like taking out a loan on the full amount of money you'll ever make in your lifetime and then burning it all, but more abstract because it's not money.

It very well may have killed him as well, if not for Killua arriving. Think of the cost to his body to unnaturally achieve that form and use that much nen, which is what Killua recoils at realizing when he sees Gon in that form. I'm sure this is why he ended up as such a withered husk afterwards.

Killua showing up definitely saved him, however, both because he helped him dodge Pitou's Terpsichora and in a more far-reaching emotional sense as well. I think when Killua arrived and called his name that final time, it made Gon realize that he wasn't just giving up his own future--he was giving up his future with Killua as well, and by giving up his life it was going to destroy Killua and leave him alone. Gon had steeled himself to die prior to this, but looking back at Killua's face, his expression entirely changes, softens. As a result, I think Gon holds back a bit with his final Rock and preserves himself just enough to keep his body going. Then Nanika heals Gon's body, but this doesn't undo the nen contract he made--even though his body fully recovers, he did still give up all his nen potential, after all.

(I'm very sorry for posting these pages, know that it breaks my heart to look at them.)

So, the way I see the scene, it's less about the mechanics of it, as that's relatively straightforward. Gon losing his nen was already set when he decided he wanted to give it all up in order to be strong enough to defeat Pitou. It's more about how Killua reaching Gon impacted him emotionally and made him hold back to the degree he could at the very end. Because at that final moment Killua was able to reach him at last--by saying his name, an echo of other scenes in the arc with Meruem and Komugi.

I absolutely think the intent of that scene is that Killua has become Gon's light and saved him--by showing Gon that he wasn't alone, that there was someone else worth living for, that Killua cares about him and doesn't want to lose him. Gon lost sight of that previously amid his trauma and guilt, but in that final moment, he truly sees Killua's horror and pain at what he's doing, and Gon realizes he doesn't want to leave Killua behind forever. Gon manages to barely survive as a result.

#hunter x hunter #hxh #gon #killua #killugon #gonkillu #meta #asks #anonymous #my posts #chimera ant arc #ugh it's painful examining this scene in depth #just heartbreaking #but it's definitely about how killua's love saves gon #tw: suicide

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The 36th Floor - That One Looks Like You

satoru gojo x suguru geto

warnings: smut AGAIN ;)

wc: 13.4k

previous chapter here

note: My longest chapter yet!! I'm really proud of it, so I hope you guys enjoy. Also i kinda feel like this is the filtiest thing ive written, so keep that in mind! ;) I *kind of* wrote this one so that you could read this just on it's own, so even if you haven't been reading along with the rest of the story, this is just a nice chapter to read.

Okay, I'll stop yapping, have fun reading!

The rest of the summer after the beginning of July seems to zoom by in a flash. Satoru’s long days were filled with working in the office and then coming home to feed Shiro and snuggle up on the couch next to Suguru while planning their vacation. Once Satoru had suggested Okinawa, there wasn’t any more discussion about where they would be going.

“Let me plan everything.” Satoru begged. “Pleaseee?”

“Are you sure?” Suguru asked, not completely sure if he wanted to put the entire responsibility of the trip into Satoru’s hands. It’s not that he didn’t trust him to do it, but he just liked knowing what was going on.

“Yes, I promise I’ll do everything.” Satoru begged, wanting to go crazy with it. He wanted their first vacation together to really be something to remember.

That’s how they ended up in a villa with their own private pool for five nights in Okinawa. Their flight arrived on time, with thankfully no issues at the airport this time after Suguru made sure they were there with plenty of time to spare. Satoru arranged for them to take the ferry the hour and a half trip north from Naha to Motobu. Once they finally make it to their resort, Suguru starts becoming more and more suspicious as he notices the way everything looks like it’s straight out of a luxury real estate magazine. He waits back while Satoru gets them checked in and gets the keys to their villa.

“Why do I have a feeling that I shouldn’t trust you?” Suguru asks with narrowed eyes as they load their bags onto a small golf cart so that the resort employee can take them to where they’re staying for the week.

“Why wouldn’t you trust me?” Satoru asks as the driver takes off down the path towards their villa. The warm late summer breeze blows through his short snowy hair as he looks over at Sugru with a mischievous seeming smile on his face. His sunglasses sit on his face, shielding his eyes from the bright Okinawan sun beating down on them.

“You’re asking me that while you have that smile on your face.” Suguru says with a suspecting smile, feeling the half of his hair that’s down blowing in the wind behind him. He rests his arm along the back of the seat, allowing him to mindlessly brush Satoru’s shoulder with his thumb. Their bags sit on the back of the cart as they make the short drive and finally pull up to a simple looking black steel gate. They grab all of their things from the cart and thank the driver before he heads back the direction they came, leaving them alone. Satoru opens the gate and Suguru follows closely behind. From the road, you can’t see much as it’s mostly covered by trees and other landscaping, but after they pass through the gate, the path to the front door is full of lush manicured plants and a pond with a small waterfall.

Suguru is speechless just looking at the outside as they approach the front door. Satoru turns around and hands the key card to Suguru. “You open it.”

“Why me?” Suguru asks, slightly confused.

“I planned everything, I already know what it looks like! I want you to be surprised.” Satoru says with a child-like smile, urging him towards the door to open it. Suguru takes the key card and looks at Satoru with a suspicious look on his face, not knowing what to expect on the other side of the door. He taps the key to the door and turns the knob before pushing open the door and stepping inside.

Suguru is speechless as he opens the door to see the beautiful inside of their villa. His mouth hangs open as he steps just inside and takes a look around. “Baby?” He asks, making his way in further. Satoru steps inside and closes the door behind them, setting their bags off to the side of the door to take to the bedroom after they look around.

“Yes, my sweet?” Satoru asks, walking in to meet Suguru as he stands in the middle of the gorgeous living room that overlooks their own private pool. The water comes up to the edges, looking like glass as it reflects the bright blue sky above.

“How much was all this?” He asks, turning back to look at Satoru with wide eyes.

“That doesn’t matter, do you like it?” Satoru asks, shaking his head and brushing off his question completely.

“Satoru, it’s beautiful, but this must have cost you a fortune!” Suguru shouts as he continues looking around.

“It wasn’t too bad.” Satoru says with a shrug as he stands with his hands in his pockets. “You want a tour?” He asks, having looked at this place for months and knowing it well.

“Trust fund baby.” Suguru mumbles as he shakes his head, wrapping his arms around Satoru’s waist and pulling him in for a tight hug.

“Did Shoko tell you to say that?!” Satoru asks, furrowing his eyebrows and narrowing his eyes at Suguru for just a moment before wrapping his arms around his shoulders and holding him tightly.

“Nope. So, how about that tour?” Suguru says with a smug grin before he presses a quick kiss to Satoru’s cheek.

“You’re lucky I love you more than anything on Earth.” Satoru says, shaking his head as they break from their hug. Suguru smiles back at him, ready to be taken on a tour. “Well we’ve already seen the kitchen and the living room, but if we head back through here on the other side of the front door, there’s the bedroom.” They step into the bedroom to see a perfectly made bed facing a wall of glass doors that fold back into the walls. The bedroom overlooks the pool just like the living room, but has its own separate seating area out on the patio.

They continue through the bedroom to the bathroom that has a gigantic tub, along with a shower that’s connected to a small cove where an outdoor shower sits. “I think we’re gonna like this.” Satoru says, raising his eyebrows with a wink as he points out the outdoor shower. Suguru shakes his head as he rolls his eyes, but smiles, knowing that he’s probably right. “Okay, now one of my favorite parts!” Satoru says, grabbing Suguru’s hand and pulling him back out towards the living room.

“Babe, you don’t have to pull me, I’m right here.” Suguru says with a chuckle, having no choice but to keep following behind him.

“Yeah but you’re not going fast enough!” Satoru exclaims as they make it to a spiral staircase that sits to the side of the dining room. They make their way up the stairs and come out to a rooftop deck, complete with an outdoor kitchen. Suguru’s mouth hangs open as they step into the outdoor living area. The view of the bright blue ocean just past all the vegatation is enough to make Suguru speechless once again. “Do you like it?” Satoru asks, noticing Suguru has fallen somewhat silent.

“Baby, you really didn’t have to go all out like this.” Suguru says, feeling bad about how much he probably spent on this place and vacation as a whole.

“Yes I did! I wanted us to enjoy our first vacation together.” Satoru explains as they look at the ocean view together. Suguru turns to look at Satoru for a moment before grabbing the sides of his face gently and pulling him in for a deep kiss. Satoru grabs the sides of Suguru’s shirt, holding him close as their lips press together. Suguru smiles at the feeling.

“I would’ve enjoyed anything with you. Thank you, Toru.” Suguru whispers up against Satoru’s lips as their foreheads rest together. The warm salty ocean breeze flows between them as they stand there for a moment.

“You’re welcome, Sugu.” Satoru whispers back before leaving one more kiss on Suguru’s lips. “Should we unpack?” He suggests. Suguru nods his head and they make their way back down the stairs and toward the front door to grab their bags before heading into the bedroom.

“You brought a swimsuit, right?” Satoru asks as he pulls out his own and puts it into one of the drawers in the closet.

“Of course I did.” Suguru says as he unpacks his own bag. “But…” He continues, thinking for a moment before finishing his thought. “This is just our pool, right?” He asks, looking back to Satoru.

The grin on Satoru’s face is wide as he turns around. “Oh I’m way ahead of ya, babe.” Satoru says, knowing exactly what he’s getting at. “We don’t have to wear anything in the pool, but we probably want to if we’re gonna go in the ocean.” Suguru smiles to himself, thankful that he doesn’t ever really have to explain himself to Satoru. He somehow always knows exactly what he’s thinking. “There’s a path right there that leads out to the beach, but technically it’s a public beach, so anyone can be there.” He explains, pointing out past the pool to a sandy pathway that leads away into the greenery. “But the closest villa isn’t that close, so we should have it to ourselves most of the time.”

“Good to know.” Suguru says with a smile on his face as he moves to stand behind Satoru. He snakes his arms in front of him and rests his head on the back of Satoru’s shoulder, inhaling deeply before letting it out slowly.

“You sleepy?” Satoru asks, continuing to put his clothes into the drawers of the closet. They had a pretty early flight so that they could get to the resort as early as possible, but that meant that they had to wake up at 4am. Satoru had no problem with it, but Suguru didn’t manage to get any coffee for himself, so he was left feeling sluggish and half dead after their morning and early afternoon of traveling.

“Mmhm.” Suguru hums in response, nodding his head sluggishly against Satoru’s back.

“How about you go lay down and I’ll finish unpacking, okay?” Satoru suggests, his voice sweet and soothing as Suguru feels his eyelids getting heavier with every passing moment. “I’ll be there in just a minute.” He says, feeling Suguru lift his head from off of his back and his arms release from around his waist. Suguru presses a delicate kiss to the back of Satoru’s neck before heading out of the closet to go lay down in bed.

Satoru smiles to himself at the feeling, wanting to quickly finish unpacking so that he could go join Suguru in bed. He knows that Suguru didn’t have any kind of caffeine this morning, simply because they were just so busy making sure they had everything that it completely slipped his mind. Satoru hums softly to himself as he neatly puts everything away and moves onto their bathroom bags. He puts everything on the counter and the adjacent shelves neatly before sticking their empty bags back in the closet.

When he steps out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom, Suguru is laying on top of the white duvet, not even bothering to pull it back and climb under. Satoru smiles as he looks at how Suguru looks with his eyes closed, peacefully resting on his side with his arm wrapped around one of the fluffy pillows. Satoru takes his sunglasses off of his head and sets them on the nightstand before laying down next to him. Suguru already seems to be asleep, but Satoru moves in close, taking Suguru’s arm and wrapping it over his waist to replace the pillow. Suguru’s mouth twitches into a smile as he pulls Satoru closer and takes a deep breath, holding him close.

“You asleep already?” Satoru whispers, not wanting to wake him if he is.

“Mm-mm.” Suguru responds, his face now resting on Satoru’s chest. Satoru wraps his arms around Suguru’s shoulder, holding him close as he sits a bit higher in the pillows, his head nearly leaning up against the headboard.

“You get some rest, I’ll be right here.” Satoru coos, pulling his phone out of his pocket to scroll aimlessly while Suguru takes a nap.

“Wake me up in 45 minutes.” He mumbles against Satoru’s chest.

“Will do, sleeping beauty.” Satoru says with a smile on his face. He puts his phone down and looks down at Suguru’s face as it’s squished up against his chest. He looks at the way his eyelashes sit delicately against his cheeks, the way his hair falls down in front of his face, the way his lips have a slight pout on them as he drifts off to sleep. Satoru lets one hand rub soothing circles on his back, knowing it’ll help him fall asleep faster. His other hand carefully brushes Suguru’s hair back, running his fingers through his hair slowly. Before he knows it, Suguru’s breathing slows and becomes more even, letting him know that he’s asleep.

Being the little shit that he is, Satoru finds this as the perfect opportunity to take some pictures. He picks his phone back up from where it sits beside him on the bed and opens the camera. He tries to find the most ridiculous angle that he can photograph Suguru at, but no matter what he does, Suguru looks absolutely perfect. “Ugh.” Satoru grumbles quietly, irritated that he can’t even get one where he looks somewhat bad. “Why do you have to be so blessed?” Satoru whispers mostly to himself as he continues scrolling on his phone.

He doesn’t realize it, but his eyes are starting to feel just as heavy the longer he lays there under the weight of Suguru resting on him. Before he can do anything about it, he’s out like a light.

It’s no less than three hours later when Suguru finally wakes up. He notices that Satoru is also asleep and immediately checks the time on his watch.

“Baby.” Suguru says softly, trying to shake Satoru awake while still groggy from his nap that lasted much longer than intended. “Satoru.” He says, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“What?!” Satoru asks, shooting up and quickly taking a deep breath. “I’m awake!” He shouts, sounding like he’s trying to convince himself.

“Toru, I told you 45 minutes.” Suguru says, laying back into the pillows on his side of the bed.

“Yeah.” Satoru says, still not completely awake yet.

“That was three hours ago.”

“Oh…” He says, realizing that he fell asleep without setting an alarm. “I’m sorry, Gugu, I guess I was pretty tired too.” Satoru says with a sheepish smile on his face.

“Do we have anything planned for the rest of the day that we need to get ready for?” Suguru asks, wanting to make sure they aren’t missing somewhere they should be.

“Actually, I planned on having dinner here tonight so that we didn’t have to do anything today. Does that sound alright?” He asks, sitting up and rubbing his eyes to wake himself up. “I had groceries delivered before we even got here, so we have everything we need already. Suguru smiles up at him from his side of the bed.

“Have I told you how much I love you?” Suguru asks, the smile easily heard laced into his sickly sweet tone.

“Yes… But I’d love to hear you tell me again.” Satoru says, leaning back across the bed to give Suguru a gentle kiss.

“I love you so much, you have no idea.”

“I think I have a pretty good idea.” Satoru says with a smirk as he stands up. He grabs onto the bottom hem of his tshirt and pulls it up and over his head, tossing it randomly to the corner as he heads into the bathroom.

“Satoru, why don’t you put it in the closet?” Suguru asks with a huff as he stands up from his side of the bed. He goes to pick up the discarded shirt and tosses it into the closet before continuing on into the bathroom.

“You wanna take a swim?” Satoru asks, turning back around to Suguru as he unties his shorts that already sit low on his hips. Suguru flashes a smile at Satoru, looking him up and down quickly before agreeing. He goes to open up the doors that connect their bedroom to the patio and pool, letting in the warm late afternoon air. Suguru takes his own shirt off and adds it to the pile that was already started in the closet. He starts to untie his own shorts when he hears the sound of running footsteps followed by a loud splash. He smiles to himself, hurrying out to look at Satoru in the pool as he comes back up.

“Did you fall?” Suguru calls out, not exactly sure what had happened.

The water moves with a circular ripple effect away from Satoru, slightly spilling over the edges of the pool into the gutters. “No, I jumped in! Come on! It’s so nice!” He calls out as he brushes his dripping wet hair out of his face and rests up against the wall with his arms up on the deck. His chin rests on his hands as he watches Suguru standing in the bedroom. Suguru finally pulls off his shorts and is left standing there in nothing besides the hair tie on his wrist. He quickly ties his hair up into a bun as he walks over to the stairs of the pool, Satoru’s eyes locked on him the entire way.

“Stop looking at me like you wanna eat me.” Suguru says as he steps into the pool, the cool water feeling soothing against his skin under the hot evening sun.

“What if I do wanna eat you, though?” Satoru asks, swimming over towards Suguru with a suggestive smirk on his face. He stands up and wraps his arms around Suguru’s shoulders. Their warm skin presses up against each other, nothing but water standing in between them.

“Well…” Suguru starts, feeling Satoru’s legs wrap around his waist. He puts his hands underneath his legs, holding Satoru up as he walks deeper into the pool, feeling the cool tiles under his feet. “I think you’ll have to wait until after dinner.”

Satoru lets his head fall back and rest in the water as he furrows his eyebrows and lets out a groan, hanging onto Suguru with his fingers laced behind the back of his neck. “Ughh.”

“And now you’re pouting?” Suguru asks, looking down at him, unimpressed.

“Sugu, I know you’re just being cruel by making me wait.”

“I’m being cruel, am I?” Suguru asks, raising an eyebrow at Satoru as he lays back with his hair in the water.

“Yesss.” Satoru draws out before sitting back up to wrap his arms tightly around Suguru’s shoulders once again. He looks at Suguru with his bottom lip stuck out and upturned eyebrows as he tries to get his way.

“I think you can wait.” Suguru says, nodding his head and letting go of Satoru’s legs. Satoru drops his legs, but keeps his hold around Suguru’s shoulders as they drift back and forth in the pool. He furrows his eyebrows once more before pressing a deep kiss to Suguru’s lips. “You’re not gonna change my mind, baby.” Suguru says as Satoru continues trying to attack his lips. Satoru finally gives up and lets go, swimming over to the opposite wall of the pool. “Are you gonna pout over there now?”

“Yeah.” Satoru says, facing the direction of the beach with his arms crossed in front of his chest.

“Baby.” Suguru coos, swimming over to stand at the wall next to him. “You can’t just pout when you don’t get what you want.” He smiles, thinking to himself that it sounds like he’s talking to a toddler.

“Sugu, you can’t expect me to be skinny dipping with you in our private pool on vacation and not want to have sex with you.” Satoru explains dramatically, still looking forward and refusing to turn and look at Suguru who chuckles lightly.

“Satoru,” Suguru starts, his saccharine voice saying Satoru’s name never fails to make him completely melt at the sound of it. He can’t help but finally turn to look at Suguru as he talks. “If you behave, and stop acting like a brat when you don’t get your way…” He continues, looking at Satoru with raised eyebrows. “I’ll be honest, I’ve already thought about fucking you on every surface in this house.” He says with a straight face. Satoru’s cheeks immediately flush a shade of pink, surprised at Suguru’s blunt response. “So, are you going to stop being so greedy and behave for a while?” He asks, looking at Satoru, waiting for an answer.

Satoru nods his head, but Suguru raises his eyebrows at him once again. “Yes sir.” Satoru says, knowing that Suguru wants to hear it out loud.

“There’s my good boy.” Suguru says with a sweet smile. “Now, what are we making for dinner?” He changes the subject and leaves Satoru with a quick peck on the cheek.

After swimming for a while longer, they both get out and rinse off before getting dressed once again to make dinner. They make chicken stir fry together before sitting down at the table to eat, the view of the pool and the trees just outside the doors.

“So what’s the plan for tomorrow?” Suguru asks as they eat their meal.

“Well, nothing’s set in stone, but I thought that maybe we could go to the aquarium tomorrow.” Satoru suggests. “I haven’t been here since I was a kid, but I remember it being amazing.” He explains, knowing that Suguru has never been before. “I already have tickets, but we can go any day this week.”

“Let’s do that tomorrow morning.” Suguru suggests. “Or whenever we get out of bed, really. It doesn’t matter what time, to me.”

“It closes at 6:30, so that gives us plenty of time even if we wake up a little late.”

“Anything else planned that I should know about?” Suguru asks, wanting to know a little bit more about what they would be doing during their week-long stay.

“Well… I have dinner reservations for us on Thursday at the restaurant here. It’s pretty fancy and it was not easy to get reservations, so I hope you’re excited.”

“I can’t wait.” Suguru says with a soft smile on his face, excited for whatever they have planned for the week.

“Most of the time is just open and we can do whatever we want, but I wanted this to be a relaxing vacation, so I didn’t plan too much. I hope that’s okay with you.”

“Of course it is, baby. I’m happy just being here with you.”

Satoru smiles across the table at him as they continue eating their dinner, the setting sun coming through the window and lighting their faces with a golden bath of sunlight. “You want some dessert?” Satoru asks, grabbing both of their plates and taking them back to the kitchen before opening the fridge.

“I’m good right now baby, I think I’m gonna go shower, okay?” Suguru says, standing up from his spot at the table.

“I’ll be waiting for you.” Satoru says with a smirk as he opens up an ice cream bar from the freezer and sticks it in his mouth. Suguru smiles to himself as he makes his way back towards the bathroom to take a shower before bed. Satoru finishes his ice cream and also heads to the bedroom. He strips down to his underwear and climbs into bed, pulling the covers up over himself as he looks at his phone. All the lights are turned off except for the bathroom lights overflowing out into the bedroom.

Satoru didn’t even realize how tired he was until he felt his eyelids getting heavier and heavier. Shit, no. He tries to fight it, but ultimately loses the battle and drifts off to sleep, waiting for Suguru to join him in bed.

Suguru finishes his shower and finally turns off the bathroom light before heading back out only to see that Satoru is fast asleep in the middle of the bed. Suguru smiles to himself as he climbs into bed beside him. “Satoru?” He whispers, not wanting to wake him if he really is asleep. When there’s no answer, he figures that he really must have been the tired one after their day of traveling. “Good night, Toru.” Suguru whispers before leaving a delicate kiss to his temple and draping his arm over his waist. The sound of the ocean acts as white noise helping him drift peacefully off to sleep.

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“That one looks like you.” Suguru says, pointing to a preserved goblin shark sitting in one of the many tanks in the deep sea section of the aquarium.

“Hey!” Satoru whisper-yells while Suguru chuckles quietly. He looks around, trying to find something that he can compare Suguru to to get back at him. “Yeah? Well you look like that one.” Satoru retorts, pointing at one of the spider crabs in the main tank.

“I do not!” Suguru tries to argue back as they walk through the exhibit.

“Yes you do, but don’t worry, I love you no matter what you look like, Sugu.” Satoru coos, trying to turn it around. Suguru shakes his head as he grabs Satoru’s hand and pulls him along, wanting to go to the next section. “Would you love me if I was a goblin shark?”

“Shut up, of course I would. Let’s go to the Kuroshio sea already.” Suguru says, getting impatient and wanting to finally see the large tank. They head back through a room with a tank full of sharks and make out to the large blue room. The blue light coming from the tanks is all that’s lighting the entire room. The two of them walk towards the back of the room so that they can get the view of the whole thing, as well as stay on the edges of the crowd. Suguru’s mouth is open as the giant whale shark swims by, along with a few other fish swimming alongside with it.

Satoru doesn’t pay attention to the actual fish as much as he does to Suguru’s reaction to it all. He smiles as he watches Suguru look at everything, just taking it all in.

“This is so fucking cool.” Suguru whispers, not wanting one of the many kids running around to hear him cursing. Satoru chuckles lightly and smiles as Suguru finally turns to look at him.

“Isn’t it?” Satoru asks, finally turning to look at the tank for a moment. Hundreds of fish swim together, their scales shining as they all turn together as a school. There are so many different species of fish and other sea life, he doesn’t even know what to focus on.

“Your eyes are the same color.” Suguru says, looking between Satoru and the massive tank in front of them. Satoru smiles silently, giving Suguru’s hand a squeeze as he turns to look at him once again. Suguru is too busy looking at the giant manta ray that swims by, also accompanied by many smaller fish. He takes out his phone and snaps just a couple pictures before putting it away. What he didn’t notice, though, was Satoru taking pictures of his reactions to everything.

Satoru slips his phone back in his pocket sneakily, excited to go back and look at the pictures later.

“What are you smiling about?” Suguru asks, suddenly suspicious of Satoru’s smiley state.

“What? I can’t smile when I’m with you?” Satoru asks defensively, raising his eyebrows at him. Suguru narrows his eyes at him, still slightly suspicious, but not knowing what about. They stay in the same spot for about 10 minutes just looking and watching all the fish that continue to swim by. “Are you hungry?” Satoru asks, finally speaking up.

“Sure.” Suguru says, nodding his head. Satoru leads the way to the cafe where they luckily are able to get a table next to the glass.

They eat their food while giant manta rays and whale sharks swim by just above them, making for a breathtaking lunch. “Thank you, baby.” Suguru says, looking across the table at Satoru as he eats the blue colored cupcake he picked out. “This is amazing.”

“Anything for you, Suguboo.” Satoru says with a big smile on his face, his mouth full of cupcake.

“You wanna head back after you’re done?” Suguru suggests. They had already been at the aquarium for a good few hours and had seen pretty much everything. Satoru nods his head eagerly as he finishes stuffing the last bit of the cupcake into his mouth. He quickly finishes and they clean up after themselves before heading back towards the front to catch their ride back to the resort.

The ride isn’t too terribly long, but Suguru enjoys looking out the window as they drive along the coast. Satoru rests his head on Suguru’s shoulder and lets his fingers brush aimlessly along his thigh, slowly making their way further and further up until Suguru finally pushes his hand back down towards his knee with a quiet click of his tongue.

“Did you forget when I told you to behave and you agreed?” Suguru asks, leaning in close to Satoru’s ear for only him to hear.

“Nope.” Satoru says with a cheeky smile. Suguru shakes his head and scoffs lightly at him, knowing that he’s just trying to get him riled up.

“Well…” Suguru starts, his voice low and dark, “The more you keep acting like this, the longer you’re prolonging getting what you want.” He says before pulling back and flashing Satoru the sweetest smile possible. Satoru swallows thickly as he sits back in his seat, deciding to keep his hands to himself for the remainder of the drive.

They make it back to the villa and head back inside, thoroughly surprised with how much fun they had at the aquarium. “Did you have fun, Gugu?” Satoru asks as Suguru closes the door behind them. He turns around and his hands find a spot on Suguru’s waist, pulling him in closer.

“I really did.” Suguru says as he gets closer to Satoru’s face. Satoru looks at him, waiting for a moment before Suguru finally closes the gap with a deep kiss. “Thank you.” He whispers before leaving him with one last kiss before walking past him into the bedroom. Satoru lets out a groan and follows behind him, thinking that their kiss would lead somewhere.

“Do you wanna go down to the beach?” Satoru suggests, going to grab his swim shorts from where they sit in the drawer.

“Sure!” Sugugu calls out from the bathroom. “Just let me put my hair up and we can go, okay?”

Satoru gets into his swimsuit and sits on the cushy bench at the foot of the bed as he waits for Suguru. Suguru finally comes out of the bathroom with his hair up and his swimsuit on, ready to head down to the beach. Satoru stands up, excited and ready to go swim in the ocean. “Sugu, you look so cute in your little yellow shorts.” Satoru says as they make their way down the sandy path that leads to the water.

“Says you.” Suguru says, leaving a quick smack to Satoru’s ass, making him jump as they continue down the path.

“Ah!” He lets out a yelp as he jumps at the feeling. “Don’t do that!”

“Shut up, you love it.” Suguru says with a smirk. Satoru is silent, knowing what Suguru’s telling the truth and if he tries to say otherwise, he’ll call him out on it. They make it down to the beach after their short walk, and spot a daybed with linen curtains draped over it flowing in the light ocean breeze. They drop their towels onto the bed and Satoru immediately sprints into the water, splashing like crazy the entire way. Suguru chuckles to himself as he sets his book down and covers it with his towel and goes to join Satoru in the water.

“Come on! It’s perfect!” Satoru calls out, trying to hurry Suguru along.

“I’m coming, I’m coming, calm down.” Suguru murmurs as he finally wades into the water. The light blue water is the perfect temperature to combat the hot afternoon sun. Satoru almost immediately splashes Suguru as he gets closer to him. “Hey!” Suguru shouts, trying to shield himself from his attack. Once he gets close enough, he starts splashing him back, but much more effectively.

“Ah! Okay, okay! That’s enough!” Satoru shouts, quickly surrendering to Suguru’s relentless splashing.

“So quick to give up, huh?” Suguru teases as he stops splashing and stands next to Satoru as they bob up and down in the calm waves. Satoru wraps his arms around Suguru’s shoulders and subsequently, his legs around his hips. Suguru holds underneath Satoru’s legs as he hangs onto him like a koala.

Satoru smiles at Suguru as their faces rest just inches apart. He closes the gap and presses his lips to Suguru’s, tasting the salt of the ocean on his mouth. Suguru reciprocates, licking his tongue lightly along Satoru’s bottom lip. He feels him smile against his lips and pulls away suddenly, pulling a whine from him.

“Suguruuuu.” Satoru whines. “I just want to kiss youuu.” He draws out his words, looking at Suguru with puppy dog eyes and his bottom lip stuck out in a pout.

“You see, Toru… I think you have ulterior motives.” Suguru says, teasing lightly.

“Of course I do.” Satoru says, rolling his eyes like it was already obvious. Suguru chuckles lightly before Satoru lets go and floats by himself for a moment. “This feels so nice.” Satoru says, the water rippling over his shoulders while he floats on his back. Suguru watches him fondly, thinking about how lucky he feels to have Satoru in his life.

They float around in the warm water for a while before Suguru finally decides to go up and sit on the beach and read for a while. Satoru’s sunglasses sit beside their towels, so he picks them up and puts them on, using them to shield his eyes while he reads. He dries off and lays down on the daybed while Satoru continues floating around in the water and picking up whatever things he finds in the sand. “Gugu, look at this!” Satoru shouts out as he holds up a large shell that he found while walking around in the shallow water.

“Nice!” Suguru shouts back, smiling wide at how excited Satoru is about his discovery. He continues reading through his book, looking up every so often when Satoru would call out to him. The sea breeze is soothing as it flows over his damp salty skin. The beaming sun is filtered through the linen curtains draped over the frame covering the bed, making it the perfect temperature to sit there and read. He sits propped up against the large fluffy cushions, not even noticing when Satoru finally comes out of the water and up to where he sits.

He dries off and sits down at the edge of the cushion, looking back at Suguru as he leans back on his elbows, holding the book in front of him with his knees bent and splayed out wide. Satoru crawls up the middle of the bed and lays down on his stomach right in between Suguru’s legs, snaking his arms up and around his waist as he lays on his stomach. His chin rests on Suguru’s stomach as he looks up, waiting for Suguru to pay attention to him.

“Suguru.” Satoru’s long legs are splayed wide behind him, his feet hanging off the edges of the bed. “Suguru… Sugu.” He continues, starting to poke Suguru’s book to try to get him to pay attention to him while Suguru does his best to ignore him. “Suguruuuuuuuuu.” Satoru draws out. Suguru finally puts his bookmark in the book and sets it to the side.

“Yes my darling angel?” Suguru asks sarcastically, his face waiting for him to continue what was so important. Satoru’s sunglasses sit low on his nose as he looks over the edges down at him.

“Pay attention to me.” Satoru commands.

Suguru looks at him blankly for a moment, nothing but the noise of the waves crashing on the shore and the light breeze flowing past. “Is that really what you’re acting like this for?” Satoru nods his head enthusiastically before Suguru picks back up his book and continues right where he left off, now using Satoru’s head as a stand to keep his book upright. Satoru furrows his eyebrows behind the book before laying his head back down in Suguru’s lap.

He lays there peacefully for a while before Suguru feels a set of teeth on the skin of his stomach.

“Did you just bite me?” Suguru asks, setting his book down once again, holding his finger in between the pages to hold his spot.

“You love it when I bite you.” Satoru says, looking up at him, his mouth still sitting right next to the bare skin that he just lightly sank his teeth into.

“Yeah, under different circumstances.” Suguru admits, looking to the side with a slight grin.

“Come on, bangs.” Satoru says, looking up at Suguru through his eyelashes.

Suguru furrows his brows down at him. “Did- Did you just call me bangs?” Suguru asks, surprised by the suddenly new nickname.

“Yeah.”

“Alright toe, listen here. How about you let me finish this chapter and then we can go back and shower and eat dinner, yeah?”

“Why toe?” Satoru asks, looking up at Suguru confused and completely ignoring the rest of his suggestion.

“You know, like Sa-toe-ru.” Suguru says with a shrug. “It makes sense.”

Satoru shakes his head with a smile on his face. “It’s alright.”

“Alright?! I’ve been sitting on this one for weeks.” Suguru explains, now completely forgetting about his book.

“I just think you could’ve done better. It’s not the worst though. Better than Gogo, at least.” Satoru looks up at Suguru with the sweetest eyes he can muster. “Can we pleaseee go back now?” Satoru whines, wanting to head back.

“You can head back now, but I’m finishing this chapter.” Suguru says, focusing on his book once again. Satoru lets out a groan and settles back down, laying his head on Suguru’s lap and deciding to patiently wait for him to finish, knowing that he isn’t going to change his mind.

Suguru finally finishes his chapter after what Satoru swears are hours, but in reality, it’s only about ten minutes. When Suguru sticks his book mark back in and closes his book, Satoru immediately jumps up, excited to head back. He grabs all their things, not wanting Suguru to have an excuse to take any longer. Satoru nearly drags Suguru back to the villa, wanting to get into the shower already.

“Sugu, come on!” Satoru whines, trying to pull him along. They make it back and Satoru immediately heads into the bathroom to turn the shower on. Suguru puts his book and Satoru’s sunglasses on the nightstand before following Satoru into the bathroom.

“What are you so eager for?” Suguru asks with a hidden smirk, fully knowing the answer to his own question. Satoru is already in the outdoor shower when Suguru makes it into the bathroom. He chuckles to himself as he steps through the door leading outside.

Satoru is standing under the water already, rubbing the feeling of the ocean water and sand from his face when Suguru finally joins him. The evening sun peeks over the sides of the privacy wall, letting them shower while the sun begins to slowly set over the ocean. He stands behind him and rests his hands on the sides of Satoru’s shoulders before pressing a tender kiss to the side of his neck.

“Suguru…” Satoru says in a warning tone. “Please don’t tease me like that if you’re not going to follow through.”

“You think I should listen to you when you’ve been acting like a brat since we got here?” Suguru asks, his mouth right next to Satoru’s ear as he talks, leaving shivers up his back and arms.

Satoru turns around and looks at Suguru with begging eyes. “But yesterday you said if I behave-” Suguru immediately cuts him off.

“And you think you’ve behaved?” Suguru asks with one eyebrow raised. Satoru shuts his mouth, tucking his lips in between his teeth. “Exactly.” Suguru says with a smirk as he wraps his arms around Suguru’s shoulders and pulls him closer.

“But I will, Sugu, I promise.” Satoru says as he jets out his bottom lip into a pout.

“Actions speak louder than words, y’know?” Suguru says with a slight teasing tone in his voice. Satoru rolls his eyes and lets his head fall back with an exasperated groan.

“You’re just cruel.” Satoru says, using the same response from the previous night. Suguru smiles at him, his face unchanged. They finish rinsing off before stepping back inside and drying off. Satoru stands at the mirror with a towel wrapped low around his hips and Suguru does the same as he dries his hair.

Suguru gets his hair most of the way dry and throws it up haphazardly into a bun while Satoru waits on the bed wearing absolutely nothing. “Are you trying to seduce me now?” Suguru asks with a slight chuckle, walking out of the bathroom through the bedroom towards the kitchen wearing just a pair of shorts. Satoru doesn’t say anything and just watches as Suguru continues out of the room. He sits up with a huff and pulls on shorts of his own, deciding to follow him out.

They had decided earlier in the day to order dinner from one of the resort restaurants to be delivered, so they eat their dinner while they snuggle up on the couch and watch a movie in the living room together. The setting sun comes through the wall of windows, painting the entire house with a warm golden light like no other. After they finish with their food, Suguru sits back with his arm up on the back of the couch and Satoru cuddles up into him, wrapping his arms around his torso and resting his head on the warm bare skin of his chest as they sit together under one of the soft fluffy blankets on the couch.

Suguru continues watching the movie, but quickly notices Satoru has stopped paying attention entirely and has made it his life’s mission to make it impossible for Suguru to pay attention as well. Instead, he’s started to leave soft kisses on Suguru’s chest and up towards the bottom of his neck. Suguru leans his head back almost involuntarily to allow Satoru to keep working his way up with his warm lips. No matter how much he enjoys toying with and teasing Satoru, he wants him just as bad. Suguru can feel the smile on Satoru’s soft lips as they press against his neck over and over again, not leaving an inch unkissed. He stops just below Suguru’s jaw to suck lightly, quickly leaving a purple mark on his neck. Suguru smiles, knowing what he’s doing, and this time, he’s decided to let him continue.

Satoru continues kissing and sucking lightly all over Suguru’s neck and jaw, leaving faint purple marks on his skin before he moves up to kiss on his ear. He presses a kiss right below it before he takes Suguru’s earlobe in between his teeth, biting it gently and tugging on it before letting go again.

Suguru has to restrain himself from letting out a groan at the feeling, not wanting to give in just yet. “Satoru?” Suguru softly asks, the smile apparent in his voice. Satoru hums in response, acting completely clueless. “What are you doing?” Suguru asks although he already knows the answer.

Satoru pulls away and looks up at Suguru with a cheeky smile. “Nothin.’”

“Hm.” Suguru says, looking down his nose at Satoru. “Interesting.” He looks back at the tv. “It just seems to me like you’re trying to do something…” Satoru smiles as he almost immediately dives back in to continue leaving kisses on Suguru’s neck. He inhales slowly, letting his head tilt back once again as his eyes flutter closed, taking in the feeling of Satoru’s lips leaving wet kisses in the perfect spots. Damn him for knowing me so well. “Sweetheart?”

The way it melts out of his mouth makes Satoru smile against his skin once again. “Mmhm?” Satoru hums again in response. Suguru feels his breath tickle the soft skin of his neck.

“Why don’t you just tell me what it is that you want?” He asks, his hand starting to rub gentle circles on Satoru’s back. He knows full well what Satoru wants, but needs to hear him say it first. Satoru pulls back from where he’s attached to Suguru’s neck and looks up at him with an almost desperate look on his face.

“Sugu, I’ve been telling you since we got here that I want you.” He says, the end of his sentence turning more into a whine than anything else. Suguru smiles at him, the needy look in his eyes almost making him break… Almost.

“Baby, I’m right here.” He answers completely seriously, trying to play dumb for as long as he can.

Satoru rolls his eyes. “You know that’s not what I mean.”

“I’m not so sure that I do know what you mean?” Suguru continues to play dumb, enjoying seeing how absolutely crazy it drives Satoru.

Satoru lets out his breath with a huff as his head falls back, his eyes closed with a pained look on his face before he looks back at Suguru with furrowed brows. “I know what you’re doing here, Gugu.”

“Oh really? And what exactly is it that I’m doing?” Suguru asks with a playful smirk.

“You’re denying me my basic human needs.” Satoru says dramatically, making Suguru let out a chuckle at his insane explanation. “I’m serious!”

“Are you sure you need it?” Suguru asks with a raised brow. Satoru nods his head eagerly, thinking he’s finally going to get what he’s been waiting so impatiently for. “I think you just want it.”

“Okay, I want it.” Satoru says, shaking his head. “What’s your point?” His legs quickly find their way thrown across Suguru’s lap as he pulls himself closer. Suguru takes a deep breath as he feels Satoru’s weight shift to sit on his lap. He tries his best to focus on not getting hard yet, because where’s the fun in teasing Satoru like this if he has something to work with?

“Baby, what kind of boyfriend would I be if I just gave you everything you wanted all the time?” Suguru asks sweetly.

“A good one?” Satoru looks down with a smirk and a glint in his eye, knowing full well that he’s being a smartass to try to get a rise out of his stubborn boyfriend.

“Tch.” Suguru clicks his tongue before he chuckles once again, surprised he didn’t see that answer coming. His hand unexpectedly reaches up to grab the back of Satoru’s hair, holding it snugly in between his fingers as he tilts his head slightly back, making the delicate skin of his neck more accessible.

“Hah-” Satoru breathes out at the feeling, a crazed smile quickly spreading across his face as Suguru leans in close to his neck. Satoru shivers at the feeling of his warm breath tickling the skin just below his ear.

“You really don’t realize just how much of a spoiled brat you are, do you?” Suguru whispers before pressing a single hot tender kiss to Satoru’s neck, pulling a soft whine from the back of his throat. He smiles at the sound, finding it a thousand times harder to hold back now.

“I think you should show me.” Satoru whispers back, thinking he’s finally won. Suguru’s face falters for a moment while he thinks before letting go of Satoru’s hair and sitting back, resting his hands lightly on Satoru’s legs that sit on either side of his hips.

“Hm, I don’t think so.” Suguru says, shaking his head, trying to seem unimpressed, but inside he’s screaming for it just as bad as Satoru is. He’s having a little too much fun teasing him like this to give it up now.

Satoru’s expression quickly falls, thinking he for sure had finally been successful. His brows furrow as he slowly shifts the way he’s sitting. Suguru does his best to keep a straight face as Satoru slowly grinds his hips downwards, moving in slow, smooth circles. Satoru smirks as he feels Suguru starting to get hard underneath him. “Just because you make me hard doesn’t mean I have to fuck you.” Suguru says, meeting Satoru’s eyes with his eyebrows raised. He does everything in his power to hide how good it actually feels because unfortunately, both of them are equally as stubborn when it comes to their own convictions.

“I know,” Satoru starts with a cheeky smile on his face, continuing to slowly move his hips around. Suguru’s face changes to one of uncertainty, not completely sure of what he means by that. Satoru leans back down to continue kissing Suguru’s neck while he straddles his hips. “You don’t have to.” Suguru is slightly surprised at Satoru’s seemingly sudden change in approach.

“And what do you mean by that?” Suguru asks, now curious.

Satoru tosses the blanket to the side before he climbs off of Suguru and kneels on the floor in front of the couch. “You’ll find out soon enough.” The smug smirk on Satoru’s face as he kisses down Suguru’s bare tattooed chest and stomach is one of someone with a plan. Suguru quickly realizes what he’s doing while Satoru starts giving soft kisses to his hardened cock straining against his shorts. He finally decides to stop talking and just watch as Satoru kisses it through the fabric. He inhales sharply through his nose when Satoru’s hand finally reaches up to massage him through his shorts for a moment before impatiently hooking his fingers into the waistband.

“So desperate to have my cock in your mouth you can’t even wait any longer?” Suguru teases as he lifts up his hips to allow Satoru to pull his shorts off, although he’s just as desperate to feel Satoru’s hot mouth around him. Satoru doesn’t answer as he looks at the sight in front of him like it’s his first time.

“So beautiful.” Satoru mutters with a smile and eyes full of admiration. Suguru can’t help but blush at his comment, shaking his head as he breathes slowly. Satoru takes it in his hand and gives it a few slow pumps, looking up at Suguru’s eyes the entire time, waiting for a reaction. Suguru inhales deeply once again, doing his best to remain expressionless. “Really? You’re gonna give me nothing?” Satoru asks, raising his eyebrows with surprise. Suguru can’t help but laugh lightly at his reaction. “There’s my pretty Sugu’s laugh.” Satoru praises as he leans down to press a few kisses up the side and finally on the tip, feeling the hot skin against his lips. “Could listen to it all day long.” Satoru continues, looking up from his spot on the floor.

Suguru finally lets a smile stay on his face. He won’t say it out loud, but he wants to feel the back of Satoru’s throat more than anything right now. What the fuck is he doing to me? Suguru is almost always the one in charge, but right now he can’t help but nearly drool at the way this is making him feel. I think I could get used to this. Satoru quickly takes his mind off of it when his warm mouth closes around the tip of his aching cock. He watches for a moment, taking in the utterly perfect sight in front of him.

Satoru traces his tongue around Suguru’s leaking tip before pulling away for a moment, leaving his tongue hanging out his mouth. The string of saliva mixed with precum connecting Satoru’s tongue to Suguru’s pleading tip is enough to make Suguru’s hips shift upwards, nearly chasing after Satoru’s mouth as he pulls away. He has to hold back the noise that wants to escape from deep in his chest, but Satoru notices the look on his face anyways.

“Not so nice when it happens to you, huh?” Satoru teases, looking up at Suguru with innocent eyes.

Suguru shakes his head as his nose scrunches slightly. “Fuck you.” He breathes out, looking down at Satoru with darkened eyes.

“You want to, huh?” Satoru continues teasing, holding his hand firmly around the base of Suguru’s cock, not loosening his grip whatsoever.

Fuck. Where the hell did this version of my boyfriend come from? Suguru thinks to himself. Satoru finally lowers his mouth around him once again, this time going further than just the tip. Suguru finally lets out a groan from deep in his throat, letting Satoru know how good he’s already doing as he continues. Even when Suguru’s head falls back over the edge of the couch, Satoru’s eyes stay focused up on his face, wanting to see every reaction from him. Suguru’s eyes fall shut and his mouth hangs open, his chest moving more as his breathing picks up slightly.

“Shit, baby. Doing so fucking good.” Suguru hisses as one of his hands laces itself into Satoru’s snowy hair, holding onto his head gently as he continues taking him deeper and deeper. Satoru hums happily around his cock, looking up through his bright eyelashes and into Suguru’s dark honeyed eyes. “Mmm.” Suguru hums back in response, the vibrations from Satoru’s mouth feeling absolutely incredible.

The sun has mostly set, leaving them in the warmly lit house, surrounded by glass and the trees outside, but all they can focus on is one another. Satoru has one hand on Suguru’s thigh and the other gently massaging his balls as he takes him all the way into his mouth and throat. Tears are starting to brim the edges of his eyes and his mouth stings from the stretch, but he doesn’t care whatsoever. He would do anything to see Suguru just like this. His jaw is stiff and his throat is starting to become sore, so he takes the hand that rests on Suguru’s thigh and replaces his mouth with it, keeping up the same pace he had.

“How do I look, Suguru?” A mixture of drool and precum falls from his bright pink puffy lips down his chin onto Suguru’s shiny cock as he says it. His eyes are misty with tears threatening to spill over the edges and down his rosy pink cheeks.

Suguru’s hips jerk uncontrollably as he says it. “Fuck, Satoru.” He says shakily, his chest heaving up and down. If he didn’t have more self control, he would’ve cum just at his words. “Gonna fucking cum with you looking like that.” He warns, looking down at him with pink cheeks and his mouth slightly open, his bangs starting to stick to his forehead.

“Well we don’t want that, now do we?” Satoru says, looking up at Suguru with a fake pout, almost like he’s mocking him. Suguru shakes his head and lets out a chuckle as he grabs Satoru by the chin, leaning forward and pulling him up to meet him. Their lips crash together, a slick but sticky mess as Suguru quickly slips his tongue inside, tasting himself as he licks needily into his mouth. Satoru lets his tongue push back, smiling as Suguru lets out a deep moan into his mouth. Satoru is the first to pull away this time, standing up and quickly pulling off his shorts and kicking them off to the side. Before Suguru even has time to react, Satoru has one leg on either side of his hips, straddling him on the couch.

Suguru’s hands make their way up Satoru’s back, spreading his fingers wide and pulling his body as close as possible and back in for another kiss. Satoru smiles against Suguru’s mouth as he grinds his hips down against his still slick length. “Mmmh.” Suguru groans into Satoru’s mouth as he feels his weight press down. Satoru reaches down between them and grabs Suguru’s cock to position it against himself. Suguru looks up at him, waiting patiently until he finally sinks down painfully slowly.

“Ahh, fuck. So big, Sugu.” Satoru breathes out as he lowers himself, feeling Suguru slowly stretching him out and filling him up. He continues until he’s sitting all the way down on Suguru’s lap, flush against each other, waiting there for a moment before moving.

“You look so fucking pretty like this, baby.” Suguru says, looking up at Satoru with an enamored smile on his face. Satoru has a look of gratification on his face as he finally has what he wants; or so he thinks. He grabs onto Suguru’s shoulders holding onto him as he finally lifts himself back up and lowers himself once again, slowly starting to ride Suguru.

“Ah, f-fuck.” He stutters out, feeling the emptiness and fullness again as he slowly raises and lowers himself on Suguru’s cock. Suguru watches with a smirk on his face.

“You’re already squeezing me so tight, baby.” He says in a gravely tone. “Love watching you bounce up and down on my cock.” Satoru’s eyes are screwed shut, unable to focus on anything other than the feeling of Suguru deep inside of him. “You can’t even speak, can you?” Suguru asks, teasing him with a chuckle. Satoru’s eyes open and he looks down at Suguru as he continues bouncing up and down.

“Fuck… Yo-u.” He manages to get out, his voice just as shaky at his breathing. Suguru cracks a cheeky smile as he watches, locking his fingers together behind his head and leaning back as he watches Satoru fall apart on top of him.

“It’s been- what?- 30 seconds, and you're already like this?” Suguru teases, looking at the beautiful view on top of him. Satoru stops for a moment, his thighs already starting to burn from being on top. He lets out a whiny moan as he wiggles his hops around, feeling Suguru reaching where he could never with just his own fingers. “Done already?” Satoru lets out another whine as he looks down at Suguru. “Do I need to do everything for you?” He asks, unclasping his hands from behind his head and grabbing at Satoru’s ass, digging his fingers into the flesh before lifting him up on his own and dropping him back down.

“Ah, shit!” Satoru cries out as he continues, now with Suguru’s help. The lewd sound of skin slapping together fills the living room, completely drowning out the sound of the long forgotten movie that they had been watching. “Nngh-” Satoru’s legs feel like they’re going to give out beneath him, but Suguru is doing most of the work lifting him up and slamming him back down on his cock.

“You’re really tired already?” Suguru teases again when he stops helping and Satoru stills once again, sitting there feeling full of Suguru’s cock. Satoru looks down at him, breathing heavily with his mouth hanging slightly ajar. Suguru shakes his head with a smirk. “Hold on.” He commands Satoru as he grabs onto the bottom of his thighs. Satoru immediately listens and wraps his arms around the back of his shoulders, resting his head in the crook of his neck as Suguru leans forward and stands up, successfully keeping himself inside. He hurries through the kitchen and back towards the bedroom before tossing Satoru on the bed.

The smile on Satoru’s face is one of victory, knowing that he’s finally getting what he wants. He lays on his back, looking up with a smirk while Suguru stands at the edge of the bed. Suguru grabs Satoru’s hips and pulls him towards the edge and flips him over so that he’s on his knees. With no warning whatsoever, Suguru thrusts himself back into Satoru’s tight hole, earning a shriek of surprise from him.

“Ah! Fuck, Sugu!” Satoru cries out, not expecting him to start up again so suddenly. He feels Suguru’s fingers digging into the sides of his waist, holding on tightly as he fucks relentlessly into him. “Sugu,” He manages to breathe out. “The doors are still open.” Satoru points out.

“Baby, I don’t care if the whole fucking island hears.” Suguru growls out. The next villa wasn’t necessarily close, but close enough to hear if you’re being as loud as Satoru is.

“Fu-u-ck.” Satoru cries out, his long fingers gripping the sheets beneath him as Suguru continues drilling deep into him. Suguru lets out an almost animalistic groan at the feeling of Satoru squeezing around his cock. He slows down for a moment before stopping, looking down at the way Satoru’s back arches and his arms are shoved out in front of him. Satoru whines as soon as he feels Suguru’s hips still. “Don’t stop.” He pushes himself back up on his hands before starting to push himself back against Suguru, moving himself if Suguru won’t do it for him. “Ah-ah-ngh.”

Suguru looks down at the view in front of him, his mouth open as he watches Satoru’s ass bounce back against his hips, watching his cock disappear completely into him. “Fuck. Yeah, fuck yourself with my cock, baby, just like that.” Satoru turns back to look at Suguru as he continues, his mouth hanging open and his eyebrows screwed together as his hair hangs in front of his eyes. “My pretty Toru.” He says before kneeling on the bed and readjusting the two of them towards the top of the mattress. Suguru quickly replaces his hands on either side of Satoru’s waist and continues his rough, deep thrusts once again.

Satoru shoves his face down into the pillows as whiny moans slip from his mouth, his eyes rolling back into his head as his legs start to feel shaky underneath himself. He reaches back towards Suguru, smiling dumbly when he feels Suguru’s hand grab tightly onto his.

“How’s my pretty toru doing?” Suguru questions, not bothering to slow down whatsoever. Loud obscene sounds of their bodies slapping together echo throughout the room and out into the outside through the open doors. “Regretting acting like a brat?” He lands a swift smack on Satoru’s ass, earning a loud mewl from him and quickly leaving a red mark from where his hand hit. Both of their bodies are covered in a sheen of sweat, shiny and sticky from the activity.

Satoru lifts his head from the pillows, steadying himself on shaky arms. “Never.” He says, turning back to look at Suguru with an alluring smirk on his rosy pink face.

“Fuck, I love you.” Suguru says, seeing the fucked out look on Satoru’s face. He slows down for a moment, leaning over to press a few tender kisses to Satoru’s back. “If you want me to fuck you like the cock-hungry whore that you are, why don’t you just ask nicely, baby? You don't have to be such a brat.” Suguru keeps thrusting deep into him with every word, feeling Satoru’s walls squeezing him tighter than ever before.

Satoru can’t help but cry out loudly into the pillow as Suguru hits the sweet spot deep inside him over and over again, seemingly effortlessly. He quickly feels himself coming close to the edge, knowing that he’s going to cum any second. “Shit, Sugu, slow down, gonna cum.” He says weakly, turning around to look up at Suguru with misty eyes.

Suguru hears him but ignores him, not caring. “So cum for me then.” He says darkly, breathing heavily and keeping up with the same vigorous pace. Satoru holds his bottom lip in between his teeth, fruitlessly trying to hold back his cries as he tips over the edge, Suguru continuing to relentlessly thrust into him.

“F-fuuck, Sugu, ah- hah- hahh.” He draws out as his muscles contract while Suguru fucks him through his orgasm. “Shi-i-it.” He mewls, Suguru hitting his sweet spot over and over as he climaxes, cum spilling out onto the bed sheets beneath him. His knees start to actually give out underneath him, but Suguru holds his hips up as he keeps going. “Ah-hah, too much Sugu, slow down.” He begs weakly, turning back to look at Suguru.

Shaking his head, Suguru does anything but slows down. “You wanted this baby, you’re gonna get it.” Suguru has a smirk on his face as he chases after his own orgasm, the feeling of Satoru’s walls quivering around him trying to pull it from him. He lets Satoru’s hips fall and leans over him, continuing to fuck his cock into him as he lays there face down in the pillows. “Look at you,” Suguru says, his voice gravelly as he speaks, leaning on his elbows that are now on either side of Satoru’s body as he drills down into him from behind. “Fucked you dumb, didn’t I?” He asks, not expecting an answer from Satoru.

“Mmm-ngh.” Satoru manages to get out as he feels his legs shaking uncontrollably. The wave of euphoria washing over him combined underneath the weight of Suguru on top of him is almost too much, tears threatening to spill over the edges of his eyes.

“Yeah, I did, didn’t I?” Suguru teases, answering his own question while chuckling lightly at Satoru’s inability to actually answer. His core starts to tighten, starting to feel himself inch closer and closer to the edge, while Satoru feels himself quickly building towards a second orgasm.

Nothing but muffled whimpers escape Satoru as he quickly grows oversensitive, feeling overstimulated by everything happening around him. He lifts his head up out of the pillows, tears spilling out of his eyes and down his cheeks as he sobs blissfully at the feeling of Suguru slamming his cock into him. He cries out loudly as Suguru hits his sweet spot over and over again, showing no sign of slowing down. Suguru’s teeth sink into the flesh of Satoru’s shoulder, leaving marks before pressing kisses to each one of the bite marks he leaves behind.

Suguru keeps pressing kisses to the back of Satoru’s shoulder, hearing his cries as he continues, feeling close, himself. “Fuck, baby. You’re squeezing me so tight, ‘m gonna cum.” He says into Satoru’s ear as he continues leaving kisses all over his skin, comforting him as he bullies his hole mercilessly. He suddenly spills himself into Satoru without any more warning, resulting in more loud cries from Satoru as he feels Suguru’s hot load filling him up. “Oh my fucking god, holy shit.” Suguru spits out curses as he tips over the edge.

Unable to speak, Satoru practically sees stars as he cums for a second time, whimpering weakly as Suguru continues fucking him through his own orgasm. His walls contract around Suguru, effectively milking him of every last drop. “Fuck, baby, you cumming again?” Suguru teases him as he slowly comes to a stop, lying still on top of Satoru for a moment to catch his breath. Their skin sticks together, pressed against each other as Suguru leaves soft kisses to Satoru’s shoulders. Satoru breathes heavily underneath him, just waiting until Suguru finally lifts his weight off of the top of him.

Suguru pulls out of Satoru, watching mesmerized as his cum spills out of Satoru’s hole. What a fucking sight. He leans over and presses a soft kiss to Satoru’s back before laying down next to him for a moment, calming down after his high. “You okay sweetheart?” Suguru asks, still breathing heavily as he looks over at Satoru who still lays face down in the pillows.

A muffled, “Mmhm,” comes out from an unmoving Satoru. Suguru lets out a slight chuckle as he throws his legs over the edge of the bed and stands up. “Stay right there, okay?” He says as he heads into the bathroom. He hears another, “Mmhm,” from Satoru, making him smile to himself, a feeling of pride having successfully fucked him within an inch from his life. He goes to turn on the faucet to get the bathtub filling up and hurries back through the bedroom and out towards the kitchen.

The open doors allow the cool evening breeze to flow through the house, successfully cooling him off and bringing in the salty smell of the ocean that successfully masks the smell of sex that lingers behind. He quickly grabs a glass of water and fills it up, also grabbing one of the small brownie pies that Satoru had picked out from one of the shops they had gone into earlier in the day. He takes a sip of the water as he makes his way back into the bedroom and sets it, as well as the pie down on the nightstand beside the bed, seeing Satoru still laying motionless in the pillows.

He hurries into the bathroom to make sure the tub isn’t getting too full and to add some bubbles before going back out to check on Satoru. “Baby?” He coos in a sickly sweet voice. “Are you okay?” He asks, sitting down on the edge of the bed and running his hand delicately over Satoru’s back. Satoru turns his head to look at Suguru with a tired smile, his hair a mess and his face still rosy pink.

“Mmhm.” He says with his eyes closed and a smile on his face. Suguru leans over and presses a delicate kiss to his temple, looking at him with all the love in the world behind his eyes as he brushes Satoru’s hair back out of his eyes.

“Do you want me to carry you?” He asks, now sure if Satoru can walk. He’s not surprised when he lets out another, “Mmhm,” with the tired smile still on his face. “Can you say anything else?”

Satoru shakes his head. “Mm-mm.” Suguru chuckles lightly, standing back up and carefully flipping him over and slipping his arms underneath his legs and behind his back and picking him up. He carries him into the bathroom and sets him gently into the tub, not almost full with water and bubbles. He hurries back to grab the glass of water and the brownie pie and brings them into the bathroom, setting them on the tray that rests across the large tub.

“Drink water.” He commands in a gentle yet demanding tone as he heads back out to quickly strip the messy sheets off of the bed. Satoru smiles at him from his spot in the bath and immediately reaches for the brownie instead. Suguru smiles back at him as he hurries back in and climbs into the tub opposite of him and turns off the faucet. “Was that what you wanted?” Suguru asks, a teasing smile on his face and raised eyebrows as he sinks down into the water, the heat instantly starting to soothe his muscles.

Satoru nods his head with a tired smile on his face as he chews and swallows the small treat that Suguru brought him. “Everything and more.” He says, picking up the glass to wash down the brownie with a sip of water. Suguru gently rubs Satoru’s leg under the water as it rests next to him, looking at him with a smile.

“Good.”

They sit quietly in the warm bath until the water turns cool, just enjoying each other’s company and the sound of the waves crashing in the distance. Satoru is the first to stand up and climb out of the tub, grabbing a towel to dry himself off before heading into the closet. He pulls on a pair of sweats and a tshirt while Suguru dries himself off and drains the tub. He follows after Satoru and heads into the closet and gets dressed before heading back out to the bedroom to see him sitting on the couch outside of their room that overlooks the pool.

Satoru sits there now with the small box of brownies from the kitchen, eating one as Suguru joins him, sitting down next to him. He reaches into the box that sits in Satoru’s lap and grabs one as he rests his other arm behind him along the back of the couch. Taking a bite and looking over at Satoru with a smile, he speaks up. “These are delicious. You picked a good set.”

Satoru rests his head on Suguru’s shoulder, popping the rest of the brownie in his fingers into his mouth. “I know my sweets, Gugu.” He says smugly. The cool night breeze blows past them, the heat emitting from their bodies keeping each other warm. Satoru lifts his head to look at Suguru and puts his arm behind his head before pulling the hair tie out of his hair, letting Suguru’s hair flow freely down over his shoulders.

Suguru looks at him with a questioning look. “Why?” He doesn’t bother asking a full question.

“I like it when your hair’s down. You’ve had it up all night.” Satoru explains, brushing his fingers carefully through his long raven locks. Suguru smiles, closing his eyes at the feeling, taking that as an acceptable answer. Satoru keeps the hair tie on his wrist and rests his head back down on Suguru’s shoulder. They sit in comfortable silence, eating their box of brownies until Satoru finally speaks up again. “Suguru?” He asks quietly.

“Yeah?” Suguru responds in the same calm, gentle voice.

“Do you think we’re meant to be together in every universe?” Satoru asks, his voice genuine as he speaks. Suguru furrows his brows, somewhat surprised at the random question, but smiling after thinking about it for a second.

He takes a deep breath, looking at the way the moonlight reflects off the glassy pool water in front of them. “I don’t care how cliché it sounds, but I would love you in every universe.”

Satoru sits there in silence for just a moment, seemingly thinking about Suguru’s answer. “Well…” He starts. Suguru turns his head, slightly craning his neck to look at Satoru as he lays on his shoulder. “Technically, there would be at least one where you didn’t.”

Suguru furrows his brows together and presses his lips together in a straight line as Satoru turns to look up at him. “Why the fuck did you ask then?” Suguru asks jokingly, looking at him with a confused look on his face.

Satoru smiles back up at him. “I wanted to see what you would say.”

“Do you also wanna ask me if I would love you if you were a worm while you’re at it? Because I’m not really a fan of bugs if I’m being honest.” Suguru says, his voice sounding slightly unimpressed.

Satoru’s mouth falls open with a dramatic gasp as he clutches his metaphorical pearls. “So you’re saying you wouldn’t love me in the universe where I’m a worm, but you would if I was a goblin shark?”

Suguru chuckles lightly at his response. “Maybe that’s the one, then.” He continues to play along with his ridiculous questioning, remembering their conversation from earlier in the day at the aquarium.

“Well good thing I’m not a worm then.” Satoru says, leaning his head back down on Suguru’s shoulder with a soft smile on his face. Suguru leans his head back, looking up at the sky and seeing the bright stars in the dark sky.

“Woah, you can really see the stars out here.” He says, looking up at the dark sky. Satoru looks up with him, the two of their heads leaning back over the edge of the couch. It was nothing like in the city where there was too much light pollution to see anything but the moon.

Satoru points to a bright star in the sky above them. “That’s Caph right there. Then if you look, you can see a kind of zig-zag shape and that’s the constellation Cassiopeia.” He says as Suguru listens intently, but is surprised at the sudden random knowledge from Satoru. “Though we can’t really see everything from down here, we should really be up on the roof.” Satoru continues, lifting his head back up. “Come on.” He motions, standing up and grabbing Suguru’s hand, and more importantly, the box of brownies.

“Why do you know that?” He asks, following Satoru without question as he stands up and heads inside. They make a stop in the kitchen to drop off the box of sweets, Satoru making sure to grab one more before they head up the large spiral staircase to the rooftop deck.

“It’s just interesting to me.” Satoru explains, taking a bite of the brownie as they ascend the stairs. “I’ll point out more constellations to you.”

They make it up to the roof and head out to lay down on the daybed that sits uncovered near the edge of the deck. Satoru lays down and pulls one of the pillows up under his head as Suguru lays down next to him, both of them flat on their backs. “Okay, so I showed you Cassiopeia, you see that one still?” He asks, doing his best to point it out to Suguru once again.

“Mmhm. Right there, right?” Suguru asks, also doing his best to point out the W-shaped constellation about two thirds of the way up in the sky.

“Exactly. If you follow the angle of the first and second star to the left, you see Alderamin. Do you see it?”

“I think so?” Suguru responds. It’s more of a question, not really sure if he’s looking in the correct spot at all.

“So now you can see these three stars connected to it in almost a square shape, and then a triangle kind of on the bottom of that. That’s the constellation Cepheus.”

“That’s so cool that you know that, baby.” Sugugu says, turning his head to look at Satoru with a smile.

“I know! Now pay attention!” He says, turning his head to look Suguru in the eye before motioning back up towards the sky. “If you look wayyyy up there, you can see Saturn.” Suguru chuckles silently to himself, just continuing to listen as Satoru rambles on about all the constellations that they can see in the sky above them. As the night goes on, his eyelids start to feel heavier and heavier, listening to Satoru’s voice and laying there with one of his legs thrown over Satoru’s. “Gugu, are you still listening or are you asleep?” Suguru hears, making his eyes shoot open as he inhales sharply.

“I’m awake.” He says, not sounding convincing whatsoever.

“We can go down and go to bed if you want. At this point, I’m just talking because you’re not stopping me.” Satoru clarifies. Suguru smiles, his eyes closing with it as Satoru sits up, leaning back on his hand as he looks down at Suguru.

“Are you sure? I like listening to you talk.” Suguru asks, opening his eyes and looking up at a smiling Satoru.

“Yeah. Also don’t worry, I can talk to you in bed, too, Suguboo. Come on, let's go to bed.” Satoru says before leaning down to press a soft kiss to Suguru’s lips, one to the tip of his nose, and one more to his forehead.

Suguru sits up, following Satoru back inside and down the stairs. They turn off all the lights as they make their way through the house and finally end up back in the bedroom, the doors to the outside still open. Satoru pulls them closed as Suguru brushes his teeth and hair before tossing his shirt in the closet and climbing into bed, having grabbed fresh sheets from the closet. Satoru finishes his own bedtime routine and quietly crawls into bed alongside Suguru, not surprised whatsoever to see that he’s already fast asleep, tired after their long and exciting day.

chapter 21

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

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