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more than friends ; lando norris + part eight
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In which your best friend is going to help you to gain more sexual experience and say goodbye to your insecurities, but he's quick to discover that he never wants to share you and your new experiences with others - the only problem being, him having to confess his feelings.
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fem!y/n x lando norris
warnings: smut with a plot. minors dni! probably grammar or spelling errors due to english not being my first language.
requested: yes, based on this request: something with a driver sister that’s still a virgin & lando (her bestfriend) suggests to teach her things
part one / part two / part three / part four / part five / part six / part seven
“Still nog dating Lando?”
You let out a soft chuckle. Lando is walking in front of you, while you’re slowly walking behind him. Oscar is walking right next to you, which gave him every chance to ask his new favorite question. Together with Lando, Oscar and multiple other team members you’re doing the track walk. Normally you skip this part of the day, but Lando almost begged you to come with him. So here you are - and Lando isn’t even paying attention to you right now. You wonder why he wanted you to come with him. 
“Still single,” you answer.
Oscar has made it his new found mission to keep track on everything between Lando and you. After you picked Lando and him up that night, he has asked you a couple times how things are going. It’s nice to talk with someone about the things between Lando and you. You didn’t tell him about the sexual part, but some how you suspect that Oscar already knows about that. 
“Still waiting for him to make a move,” Oscar states.
“True,” you confess.
Oscar lets out a loud laugh after hearing your blunt answer. You can’t help yourself and laugh with him about it. Lando is quick to take a look behind him when he hears your laugh. It surprises him to see you talking and laughing with his teammate. He decreases his pace until he’s walking next to Oscar and you.
“What are you talking about?” Lando asks curious when the two of you stopped laughing. 
You don’t know what to say at first. You can’t be honest with him - because that would mean confessing that you were talking about him and dating him, but you’re also a terrible liar. What are you going to answer? Before you can think of an answer, Oscar is already talking. 
“Pierre,” Oscar answers with a matter of fact tone. He brings it if it’s not even weird that he’s talking about Pierre with you. Lando is quick to ask a follow up question, “Pierre?” He asks confused. He wonders why you’re talking about Pierre with Oscar. A strange feeling comes up inside of him, he feels ashamed for his quick reaction but he wants to know everything right now. 
“Yeah, I’m trying to get her on a date with Pierre,” Oscar continues. He knows he’s taking a risk right now, a big risk even, and that Lando will get mad at him but he’s done with the way his friend is handeling this situation. He isn’t going to standby and watch for years until one of you finally does something. Oscar has decided that Lando needs a push and quick. 
“But you already said no to Pierre, right Y/N?” Lando questions you confused. He feels himself getting annoyed with the subject Pierre and with his teammate. He told Oscar about his feelings, right? So why is Oscar trying to set you up with Pierre. 
You are also getting a bit annoyed with Oscar his answer. What is he trying to do? You know that he’s waiting for Lando to make a move on you - just like you do, but you told him not to intervene. When you look at Lando and notice his frustrated look, you suddenly start to think that Oscar might have done a good thing. Lando is waiting for you to answer. He looks annoyed en his relaxed smile that normally lingers on his lips is also gone. 
“Yeah,” you tell Lando, “but Pierre asked again.” It isn’t even a lie. Pierre texted you again this morning. His text was stupid and a big cliche, you didn’t even answer it yet. It’s something in the line of you needing to give him a chance, because he wanted to settle down and get to know you. This time he didn’t even said something about the way you look, while his earlier messages all said something about that. 
“Why would you change your mind?” Lando asks you confused, “I thought you already decided that Pierre wasn’t your type.”
“You decided that,” Oscar butts in. Lando sends his teammate an angry glance to his teammate. 
“Maybe I should give him a chance to prove himself,” you shrug. 
You don’t know why you just said that. Why did you say something as stupid as that? You can only hope that Lando is going to say something against it, because you really don’t want to go on a date with Pierre. There’s not a single cell in your body that likes the thought of you going on a date with Pierre. Impatient you wait for Lando his reply. In the mean time you look at him. It’s clear that he is pretty frustrated, but he doesn’t act on it. Yet. Suddenly you start thinking about Lando being this frustrated with you while being alone with him. Would he punish you in a sexual way? You shiver while thinking about it, but you can’t stop thinking about how much you would like it.
“Maybe you shouldn’t,” Lando replies frustrated, “He’s a fuck boy and only wants sex with you.”
The frustration is obvious in his voice. In some weird way it only causes you to say something else about Pierre. Oscar doesn’t even need to say anything anymore, he can just watch how this mess unravels. 
“According to him he’s changing,” you inform Lando. It’s not like you believe it yourself, but you still say it to Lando. 
“He still wants to fuck you,” Lando says with a more angry tone this time. 
“Maybe I want him to,” you reply sarcastically. 
Lando doesn’t realize that you’re talking sarcastically. He can’t stop sending you angry glances. You’re also a bit shocked from your own sharp answer. This isn’t you. But in some way, you don’t know how to behave yourself right now. Lando is annoying you, why doesn’t he want you to date Pierre? You want him to be honest. Maybe it’s just because of your own hope that it means more for him as well… Oscar is looking at all of the drama unfolding before his eyes. He wonders how this work out. Maybe Lando will finally confess? He doesn’t think so, his teammate looks way too mad to say anything good right now. 
“You don’t,” Lando mutters angrily. 
“How would you know?” You ask annoyed. 
You don’t know why you’re getting mad. It’s going about nothing, about fucking Pierre - who you don’t want to date let alone fuck. But Lando annoys you right now and you have the urge to annoy him back. Lando stops walking and grabs your arm to stop you from walking further as well. He stands in front of you right now.
“You told me I’d be your first,” Lando eventually says to you with a softer tone. His eyes are begging you to agree with his words. He needs to hear you say it - he still wants to be your first. “You can’t expect me to believe that you suddenly want to have your first time with a fuck boy like Pierre,” Lando adds when you’re not answering fast enough according to him. 
You let out a soft sigh. “You’re still going to be my first Lan,” you tell Lando. It’s not hard to miss Lando his expressions brighten up a bit. “But maybe I want to date someone,” you add while thinking about your words, do you even want that? “I mean I have to get some experience on dating and Pierre can be useful for that.” 
“No,” Lando states firmly, “You’re not going on a date with Pierre. End of discussion.”
“And who says you can make that decision for me?” You ask. 
“Come on babygirl,” Lando sighs, “not him.”
“Okay,” you reply, “then I’ll say yes to Logan.”
“No,” Lando says again, “you told me you wouldn’t date him.”
“Maybe I changed my mind,” you state. 
“Fucking hell,” Lando mutters. You don’t say anything. “After the track walk I’m taking you on a date and I swear to God, I don’t want to hear you about any other boy for the rest of the day.” 
Oscar lets out a loud laugh. You almost forget that he was here as well. Lando sends him an angry look. He knows Oscar is enjoying his meddling between you two, this must have been his idea. He will talk about this with his teammate later. When he wants to make a sneer directed to Oscar, he starts to notice your look. You have a small smile plastered on your face and you seem quite happy with yourself. It makes him forget about Oscar. Did you do this on purpose? Maybe you wanted him to snap like this? Lando realizes that you’re more of a brat then he knew, he can’t stop thinking about how much he likes that. 
Lando gets a bit closer to you. “And after that date, I’ll deny you your orgasms until you’re screaming out your apologies for even talking about them,” he whispers in your ear. 
Fuck. What have you gotten yourself into?
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“We’re going to try something new,” Lando states. The two of you are in the hotel room. You’re standing in front of the mirror, looking at the dress you’re wearing for your date with Lando. It’s fitting you tightly, maybe a bit too tight even, but you want to show off your body to Lando. While applying your mascara, Lando takes place on the bed. “Come here babygirl,” he tells you. 
You don’t even think about it, within seconds your standing in front of Lando. He takes a good look of you, admiring your beauty and the way your dress is fitting you. It’s making him hard already. Lando grabs your arm and pulls you closer to him. 
“I want you to get on my lap,” Lando informs you. You start to move towards Lando, but when you try to take a seat on his lap Lando stops you. “Not like this,” he continues, “Lay on my lap and make sure you’re ass is high up.” Nervous you do what Lando says. You feel Lando caressing your ass, the only thing in the way is your dress and underwear. 
It doesn’t take long before Lando pulls your dress up, sliding it above your ass. Slowly he traces on your string. 
“I want to try something, do you trust me?” Lando asks you suddenly. “Yes Lan,” you tell him without even thinking about it. “Before I’m going to do something, we’re going to work with colors. Okay babygirl? If I ask you for your color, you will answer me with green, orange or red. Green is continue, orange is for taking a break and red is to stop,” Lando explains. You tell him yes again. 
Your stomach tightens when you wonder about what Lando is going to do. You have no idea about what’s going to happen. Lando caresses your ass in the mean time. 
“If I’m not asking, you can still tell me a color if you want,” Lando adds. You tell him another yes. 
Then Lando softly slaps your ass. You let out a soft cry when he does. It didn’t hurt, you’re just shocked. 
“Color?” Lando asks you, “Green,” you answer within a second.
Lando repeats his earlier movements, only this time the slap is a bit harder. You feel a small sting on your ass. Lando slaps you again, even harder this time. He asks you for your color again, you reply with the same answer as before.
“You know what they always say right?” Lando asks you, “Bad girls get punished, good girls get rewarded. I think you’ve been quite bad this afternoon, don’t you think so?”
Before you can answer Lando slaps your ass again. After the hard spank he caresses it. You let out a soft moan. “But I believe you’re enjoying your punishment,” Lando remarks, “Isn’t it babygirl?” You nod. “Words,” Lando reminds you. 
“Fuck,” you stammer, “Y.. yes I enjoy it.”
 “Want more?” Lando asks you.
“Yes please,” you reply.
Lando spanks your ass even harder. He slaps it multiple times after each other. It causes you to let out multiple moans. Maybe this is exactly what you hoped for when you got Lando frustrated earlier today. It feels good that he’s taking it out on you. 
Lando lets out a soft chuckle, he lets his finger slide through your slit. “You like this, don’t you babygirl?” He asks you. “Yes,” you confess quickly. He gives you another slap on your ass. “Look at you,” he says, “all worked up because of me, all horny because of the way you’re getting treated. Fucking hell babygirl, you should know how hot you look right now.”
After that he stops. You let out a whimper when Lando his hands aren’t touching you anymore. Then he pulls something out his pocket. You’re still laying on his lap with your ass up. Lando pulls your string a bit aside. Suddenly you feel a soft vibration against your cunt. It causes you to let out a surprised yelp. You realize that it’s a small vibrating toy that’s being hold by Lando against your entrance right now. What’s going on?
Lando slides the toy inside of you. He gives you a soft slap on the ass and pulls your string back. Then he also slides your dress back over your ass. He helps you to get back on your own feet. After that he opens his phone and you feel the vibrations increase. You let out a soft moan. 
“You okay with this?” Lando asks you. 
“Green,” you tell Lando with a small smile. 
“Good girl,” he states proudly. Lando presses a kiss against your forehead. “You’re such a good girl for me,” he continues, “Keep acting like this and maybe you’ll deserve to cum. And now we’re going to the restaurant.”
“I’m going to a restaurant with a toy inside me?” You ask Lando surprised.
“A toy which I can control,” Lando adds.
Fuck. This will be a difficult dinner. 
“Color?” Lando asks just to be sure. When he hears you say green, he grins. You’re everything he wanted, now he only needs to figure out a way to keep you forever. 
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Lando is trying. He really is. But why is it always when he takes you somewhere, that there are so many people interested in you? When he took you to a Grand Prix for the first time, it was his own teammate - Carlos Sainz, who was interested in you. When that faded there were others, new found friends of his who wanted to get to know you better. There’s always someone interested in you. On the grid right now, he knows that Pierre and Logan have interest in you. He hoped to escape from that tonight, but it seems like the waiter has found you as well. 
He tried so hard to think about a nice date for you. He took you to a good restaurant and made sure to check the menu, so he would know for sure that you’d like the food. He acts like a gentleman, opening the car door for you and seating you. It seemed like things were going really well, but now there’s this stupid waiter who is flirting with you. Lando is sure he’s going to lose it soon. He tries to ignore the waiter, but every time he comes around Lando is reminded that your not his. 
Earlier this evening Lando stopped the toy inside of you, but now that he sees the waiter coming again an evil idea comes up. He grabs his phone and opens the right app, when the waiter is standing by your table, Lando turns the toy on again. You are quick to get flustered, the setting is low but it’s enough to make you tremble. Lando takes a look at you, hoping that you’re alright with this. You show him a small nod. 
“Do you want anything else to drink?” The waiter asks Lando, he orders another soda. “And what about you?” The waiter asks you, Lando swears that he saw him wink. He opens the app again and changes the setting to a higher one while you’re telling the waiter about your order. It causes you to stutter while saying the last words. 
Lando chuckles. When the waiter walks off, you show him an angry look. “Dick,” you mutter. Lando changes the setting again, even higher this time. It makes you let out a soft moan. 
“Color?” He asks you. “Green,” you answer again. 
He smiles at you. You show him a small smile back. 
“Such a dirty girl,” Lando softly says to you, you can only nod.
Lando decreases the settings of the toy for you. He doesn’t turn it off completely like before, there’s still a small vibration inside of you. It’s making you slowly go insane. The vibrations aren’t enough for you to get close to a orgasm or to be loud, but it’s still all you’re busy with. The feeling is nice, but it keeps reminding you that you still haven’t orgasmed. Lando has been teasing you since you’ve been in the hotel with him and it’s making you loose your mind. When you remind what he told you earlier at the track today, you wonder if he’s even going to give you the pleasure of an orgasm today. 
When the waiter comes to bring your drinks, Lando can’t help himself and starts to feel annoyed again. He’s so sure of that the guy is flirting with you. It’s not that you’re flirting back, but Lando still feels really annoyed by the situation. You try to make a conversation with him, but he keeps fading out of it. 
“What’s going on Lan?” You eventually ask him. 
It’s your voice that pulls him out of his thoughts about the waiter - and all the other boys who want you. Lando tries to shrug it off at first, but when he notices your strict gaze he realizes that he won’t get away this easily.
“It’s just that everywhere I take you, there seems to be someone who tries to get with you,” Lando confesses with an annoyed sigh. He sounds childish. He doesn’t have the right to complain about it.
You show Lando a small smile. It’s really bothering him apparently. Can that mean that he’s jealous? “I’m not interested in any of them,” you tell Lando, “so just ignore them.”
“Promise?” Lando asks you. “Promise,” you reply.
“Not even that waiter?” Lando asks you, he needs to be sure.
“Waiter?” You ask surprised, “Which waiter? I thought you were talking about Logan and Pierre.”
“The one who just brought us our drinks,” Lando explains.
“What’s with him?” You ask confused.
“He’s trying to flirt with you,” Lando tells you. 
You let out a soft laugh. “I didn’t notice,” you tell Lando, “but still, don’t worry about them Lan.”
“Sure?” He asks you. 
“Yeah, if I was interested into one of them then why would I be here with you and a toy inside of me right now?” 
“That reminds me,” Lando jokes while pulling out his phone of his pocket and increasing the setting from the toy. Now he’s making it harder for you. The vibrations are increasing and making you feel more pleasure then before. Earlier it was just a small thing in the background, now the vibrations are doing a lot more to you. 
The evening is progressing quickly. When Lando and you walk away from your table, you’re shaking. The toy inside of you is making you go crazy. Lando slides his arm around your waist, walking towards the exit together with you. You can only hope that he’ll make you orgasm when you’re back at the hotel. You can’t go on like this much longer. When you notice that Lando his expressions change, you’re quick to follow his new angry glances. They are directed at the waiter. You notice that the guy is walking towards you. Maybe you have forgotten something at the table?  Lando is worrying about other things, he knows for sure that the guy is going to ask for your number or something.
“Uh hi,” the waiter greets you again, “I wanted to ask if you’re still single? And if so, can I get your number?” He asks.
Oh fuck. Lando was right apparently. You feel the way his grip on your body tightens. He pulls you even closer to himself. It’s almost if Lando is trying to show the guy that you’re his. But you’re quick to realize that you’re probably imagining things. You’re not his. Something that seems to be a growing problem. 
Lando can’t stop his movements. After pulling you close to himself and sending angry glares at the guy, he’s still nervous about your answer. What are you going to tell the guy? What if you do want to date the waiter? He feels himself getting more stressed.
“No sorry,” you reply.
“Protective boyfriend,” the waiter remarks while nodding at Lando, “Sorry wasn’t sure before, but it’s pretty obvious now.”
That’s not what you meant. You just meant that you didn’t want to give the guy your number. Why does he think Lando is your boyfriend? Before you can say anything about it, Lando is already talking.
“Glad that it’s obvious,” Lando says annoyed. He can’t help it. He knows he’s crossing the line, but he can’t stop thinking about you being his. You just play along to his words and try to hide your confused feeling. Lando starts to walk off with you in a fast pace, wanting to leave the place as soon as possible. 
He takes you back to the hotel with him. You’re feeling a bit tense because of what happened earlier, but you’re quick to forget when you see Lando pressing something on his phone. It’s the toy. Now you’re back in the car, Lando feels save enough to push you a bit more. And maybe he just wants to hear your moans for him, he can use a reminder of those sounds for him. You let out a loud yelp when the vibrations increase a lot more then before. Fuck. Moans are trembling from your lips and you feel your body shaking in the passengers seat of Lando his rental car. Lando lays his hand on your thigh in the mean time, softly squeezing it. You stare at him for a bit. Could it be possible that Lando likes you back? After today you have gotten a bit of hope. His jealousy is making you question everything.
When the two of you are in the parking lot of the hotel, Lando looks at you. “If you can get back to the room without making a sound, I’ll let you cum,” Lando tells you strictly. You nod desperately. You’re in desperate need to orgasm. The teasing is almost getting to much. “Not even the softest moan babygirl,” Lando continues. You show him another nod. “Good girl,” he mutters before pressing a small kiss against your cheek.
Lando is quick to get out of the car and open your car door as well, you take his hand and together you walk inside. Walking towards the elevator went fine, but as soon as the elevator closes Lando is holding his phone again. He looks at the app from the toy and doubts for a few seconds. He takes a look at you and decides that he is going to try it. Without giving it another thought, he puts the toy on the highest setting. He notices the way you start to tremble. Your lips are pushed onto each other, it’s causing you a lot of effort to keep silent. Lando grabs your arm and pulls you in front of himself. 
“Such a good girl,” he whispers in your ear. After that he presses a kiss against your neck. “Only a couple more minutes,” he continues to whisper. He peppers multiple kisses against your neck and shoulders. “So good for me.” “The best I’ve ever had.” “Fuck.” “You look beautiful like this.” He keeps continuing to praise you. 
When you’re finally back into the hotel room, Lando helps you onto the bed. He pulls up your dress, lifting it to above your ass. 
“How do you want to cum?” Lando asks you. 
“I don’t care,” you whimper, “just make me cum.”
“Me or the toy?” Lando continues to ask.
“You.”
Lando is quick to take your words into action. He slides your string aside and pulls out the toy, quickly tossing it aside after putting it off. Within seconds his fingers are inside of you. Instantly you feel more filled up then before, you let out a hard moan. He presses his lips onto your clit and softly sucks it inside his mouth. When he releases your clit, he looks up to you. “So beautiful for me,” he mutters again. You barely hear him. 
“So close,” you tell Lando. 
Lando decreases his pace. “You know what to do baby,” he instructs you. Without thinking about it, you’re begging Lando for your release. Pleading him to increase his pace again and to make you cum. He doesn’t. “Maybe I would be nicer if you weren’t talking about dating Pierre and Logan earlier today,” Lando suddenly says.
Fuck. You knew this would be coming back to bite you in the ass.
“Sorry,” you whimper without thinking about it, “Shouldn’t have said that,” you continue. “Only did it to get your attention,” you even confess.
Lando increases his pace. “My attention?” He asks you. You nod frantically. Lando lets out a deep chuckle. “Fucking hell babygirl,” he says, “don’t do that ever again.”
“Sorry,” you whimper.
“You always have my attention,” Lando states. He shows you a small nod to let you know that you can cum now. It doesn’t even take more then five seconds before he feels your pussy clenching around his fingers.
The two of you are silent for a bit. Lando lays down on the bed as well and pulls you on top of him. You feel yourself relax against his chest. He wraps his arms around you, you let out a relieved sound. Lando presses a small kiss against your cheek. 
“You’re still ready to lose your virginity?” Lando suddenly asks you. 
“Yeah,” you reply, “as long it’s with you.”
He doesn’t reply further. What you don’t know, is that Lando is starting to think about the perfect way for him to have sex with you the first time. When you fall asleep later that night, Lando turns to his phone and starts to figure out the first things.
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suguann · 2 days
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tags. fem!reader, the overused 'i know we're supposed to be fwb but i fell in love with you anyway' trope, confessions, gojo mentally spiraling during sex over how much he's in love with you because that's a very him thing to do [18+ only]
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Gojo can’t tear his eyes off you as you move above him—riding his cock like this would be the last time you’d ever feel it inside you. That thought twists his insides, his fingers digging into your hips as if you might float away before he ever really had a chance to voice the words he’s been too scared to say.
But he couldn’t really stop you if you wanted to leave—that’s how the groundwork of uncomplicated arrangements like these work, at least in the beginning. He likes to think that a lot has changed since that night in your living room between two drunk, lonely people with nothing to lose aside from your torn underwear in his haste to get them down your soft legs and an old condom tucked away in his wallet.
The feeling sneaks up on him without his knowing, a throbbing in his chest that festers and grows over time until he can’t ignore it anymore or contain it in the proverbial cup of his hands no matter how hard he tries.
It doesn’t dampen how much he wants to mold the shape of his cock inside your tight little cunt, to ruin you for anyone else who thought they even had a chance, to have his name be the first thing you think of when you cum. He wants to make every part of you his, and he only hopes you want the same thing, too.
He groans at the thought, gripping you tight to slam his hips up into you. “Tell me who’s fucking you so good. Tell me who’s the only one that gets to make you cum.”
“You, Toru!” you sob, holding onto his biceps to keep yourself from falling against his chest. It has his balls drawing up tight, and he sucks in a breath to stop this from being over too soon.
“That’s right, pretty girl,” he grunts. “I’m the only one who gets to see you like this. I’m the only one who gets to feel this sweet princess cunt.” He leans up to suck one of your nipples into his mouth, groaning when he feels you clench down around him.
“I-I’m gonna cum,” you choke out.
“Yeah?” His fingers circle over your clit as he shoves his cock deeper inside of you to take you there faster, nipping at the swell of your breast. “Fuck, give it to me, baby. Lemme feel it.”
His name is soft and sweet on your tongue as you cum, squeezing around him until his eyes roll back from how good it feels. It has him following after you, grinding his cock as far as it can go while he pulses and fills you to the brim. There’s so much that he feels it leak out of your little hole and drip down his balls to pool in an uncomfortable wet puddle forming beneath him.
He rolls away from the mess when you both catch your breath, his softening cock still tucked away between your wet thighs. You stroke his hair, your nails lightly scratching his scalp, and he buries his face into your chest, words weighing heavy in his chest.
Maybe he should cut the bullshit already, say what he wants to say, and get let down easy while he still has a chance to recover from rejection—
“Sleep with me?” he asks, voice muffled and a shade of red high on his cheeks.
You giggle, lightly tugging on his hair. “I probably need at least—”
“No,” he cuts you off nervously, heat rising to his ears. “No sex. Just to sleep…here. With me?”
When you don’t say anything right away, he wonders if there’s any way he can take back his words and whether you’d believe him if he told you it was all a joke. But then you tug the blanket over both of you, tucking the corners in so the air from the ceiling fan doesn’t reach your cooling skin, and continue running your fingers through his hair.
There’s a warmth in his chest, which he thinks might be what love feels like.
After a moment, you say, “If you steal the blankets, I’m kicking you off the bed.”
Gojo snorts, smiling against your breast. “But it’s my bed.”
You hum. “Yes, and I’ll do it anyway.”
“Just so we’re clear, I’m still going to fuck you later.”
“Go to sleep, Satoru.” He can’t see it but knows you’re smiling, too.
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part 4 of MM ao3
Danny winced, overwhelmed for a moment at the emotions Hood was projecting. A flurry of fear, anger, not again, pain being shoved at him as forcefully as if someone were screaming in his ear. 
Danny raised his hands in surrender. “Look, we don’t mean any harm. I honestly have no idea what pits you’re talking about, but I do know a lot about the being dead thing.”
Hood didn’t move, just kept glaring at him.
Danny took a chance and projected peace, want to help, it’s ok. 
Hood’s angry aura faded and he stumbled back a step.
“What was that?” Hood growled and Danny gulped as Hood’s aura flared again with anger, confusion, fear.
“Sorry.” Danny said. “I forget that new liminals aren’t used to projecting, but it’s just another form of talking. And you don’t need to worry, I’m also dead adjacent. “Though,” Danny paused, “I don’t know what the lazarus pits are.”
Hood was still tense but his aura had pulled back a little. “The Lazarus Pits are lakes of glowing green goo.”
“Huh.” Danny gleaned at Jazz. “We call the green goo Ectoplasm. But if these pits are what brought you back, I think they might be rancid. You stink.”
“Excuse me?” Hood took a step back as his aura flared with indignation.
Jazz cleared her throat.
“What my brother means is that the ectoplasm that brought you back may have been polluted. He can tell because he also has ectoplasm in his system which allows him to sense other sources of ectoplasm.”
“Explain.” 
“Look,” Jazz said, “Why don’t we all sit down and I’ll make some tea and then Danny can explain better.” she sent a pointed look in his direction.
“Fine.”
Jazz nodded and turned and walked toward the kitchen where there was a table and some chairs. Danny followed her and so did Hood.
Danny fiddled with his hands as Jazz was making tea. Honestly, Danny was trying not to comment on the fact that the fully dressed vigilante looked kind of ridiculous sitting at their kitchen table.
“Would you like some tea?” Jazz said, looking toward Hood.
Hood paused before responding. “No thanks.” 
Jazz nodded then turned back toward the kettle.
“Soooo….” Danny started. “Before we go on, i do need to know if you actually died, or if you just encountered some green goo.”
Hood didn’t say anything.
Danny sighed. “If it helps, I actually died and was brought back to life via green glowy stuff.”
Danny waited and was about to give up and wait for Jazz to lead the conversation when Hood finally spoke.
“I died, I’m not sure what brought me back. But then I was dumped in a Lazarus Pit.”
“Huh.” There weren’t a lot of things that could bring people back from the dead as far as Danny knew, but with all the craziness he’d already experienced in his own life, he wasn’t surprised. Though it was interesting that Hood had been exposed to ectoplasm afterward. What would that make Hood? A liminal, or a halfa like him? But as much as Danny would like someone else like him, since it wasn't ectoplasm that brought Hood back the man was probably just a liminal.
“Here you go, Danny.” Jazz said, setting a mug in front of him and then taking a seat next to him.
Danny inhaled the warm scent of spices and then looked at Hood. “So, how do you want to do this? I can do a quick info dump and then you ask questions, or you can just ask questions and I’ll answer them?”
“Info first, then I’ll ask questions.”
Danny nodded.
“First of all, ghosts are real.” he paused, but when Hood didn't say anything he continued. “They live in an alternate dimension and are fueled by and made of ectoplasm, the green glowy stuff. There are various things that can make a ghost, but we don’t need to get into that now. This is just the basics. When a human has a near death experience, or is exposed to ectoplasm they have the chance of becoming what we call liminal. That just means that they lean a little toward the ghostly side.” he glanced at Jazz, his gaze questioning and she nodded. “That’s what me and Jazz are. And that’s what I think you are.”  Danny waited for a moment, clasping his hands together in front of him. “Any questions.”
“How did you heal me?”
“Oh, yeah.” Danny shrugged and sat back. “As liminals we actually need some ectoplasm to survive and it can help heal us. Usually, the ectoplasm in our bodies heps us heal ourselves, but I think yours can’t since,” Danny wrinkled his nose, “whatever source you got yours from is obviously rank.”
“What does that even mean?” Hood said, but he sounded tired not angry.
Jazz smiled gently at him. “Ectoplasm that stays too long in the Living Realm, here, can absorb pollutants. Think of it like,” she hummed and tapped her finger against the table, “like air in an improperly ventilated area. If air isn’t allowed to move and flow it can become stale. The same with ectoplasm. It’s a form of energy that needs to flow and be filtered in the Infinite Realms, where the ghosts are, or it needs to be filtered by ghosts. But if it’s allowed to just sit in one area and build up, continually absorbing energy, but unable to filter or release it then it grows rank.”
“It’s complicated.” Danny said. “And neither of us is the greatest at explaining since we’re still learning. But yeah, ectoplasm is a form of energy that flows between dimensions.
Danny smiled at Hood, there were faint feelings of confusion, disbelief, denial, no true, not true, I’m alive. But Danny did his best not to push anything toward the other liminal. He didn’t want to scare the man.
“I need to go.” Hood said, standing abruptly. 
Danny startled, but nodded. “Yeah, of course.”
Jazz stood. “You’re welcome back here anytime if you have questions.” Jazz smiled. 
Danny felt the briefest glimmer of attraction come from Hood and while Jazz was good at not projecting, Danny could tell from her face that she was feeling similarly toward Hood.
Danny smirked. This would be fun.
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elvensorceress · 11 hours
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wip wednesday
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Eddie leans down, but only a little because his son is already ridiculously tall, and kisses Chris’ forehead. “You know you’re my favorite, right?” 
Chris rolls his eyes but grins. “Buck can be your favorite, too. I know he is.”
“It’s different. You both are. But you are always first. He thinks so, too. You’re our son. We love you more than anything.”
The smile fades a little and then disappears as quickly as it appeared. “He’s going to stay with us, right? He’s not going to leave?” 
Why is it always Chris who can so effectively drive a knife through Eddie’s chest with the way he’s suffered and lost and been in pain? Chris never should have had to experience so much pain. “Yes, Chris. He’s going to stay with us.” 
Chris gives him that pointed, very Shannon look that twists the knife so well. He sounds fragile and so much closer to being the heartbroken six year old who missed his mom than he is to being the teenage survivor that he is. “Promise?” 
He can’t promise that. Eddie can’t even say he believes it himself all the way. Why wouldn’t he fuck up and lose the best thing that’s ever happened to them? Why wouldn’t Buck get tired or fed up and leave Eddie? 
Eddie’s not enough for him. 
“I promise Buck is never going to leave you, okay?” Eddie tells him and it has to be enough. “You’ll always have him. He’s not going to stop being your dad for any reason.” 
Chris just looks at him with unending sorrow and eyes full of tears. “What about you? You need Buck, too. I know you do. He’s also your favorite and your ‘more than anything’ and he’s both of ours and I don’t want him to leave you either. I know how sad you were, Dad. I know you were. You’re not the same without him. You need him. We both need him. I don’t want you to be sad like that ever. I don’t want to— I don’t want to lose Buck like we lost Mom. He’s my dad and you love him and I don’t want to do that again. We can’t do that again.”
Jesus Christ. Can he have a chance to not be stabbed through the heart, thanks? 
“Chris—” What the fuck does Eddie even say? “Buck will always be my friend. Even if we don’t— even if—” 
He can’t breathe. He can’t. There’s no air. 
He has to swallow and get it together. It’s fine. He’s fine. The mere thought of having to break up is not going to make him panic. The thought of Chris losing another parent cannot make him panic either. 
It’s just— it’s not great. The whole idea of losing Buck is awful and he hates it and doesn’t want to even think such a thing let alone talk about it. 
But he has to say something. He has to reassure Chris. He blinks back his own tears and he can do this. They’ll figure it out. It’ll be okay. It has to. “If dating him doesn’t work out, Buck and I will still be friends.” 
They will be. Their relationship is so much more than dating and kissing and being in love. It’s strong enough to survive anything. It would be awful and Eddie honestly doesn’t know if he’d ever stop being in love with him even if they had to face the horrible reality of a divorce. How could his heart ever stop wanting Buck? But they would find a way to be friends. 
They might not be able to have a marriage, but they have to be in each other’s lives. That is nonnegotiable. They’d figure it out. 
“And he’d still be your dad,” Eddie adds. “None of that would change.”
Chris sniffs and still frowns. But he tries to at least look like he buys it. “He wouldn’t live here with us though.”
“No, probably not. But in a few years, you won’t want to live here either. You’ll want to go to college or get some fancy job or maybe you’ll travel, but you’ll have your own life to live wherever you want and do whatever you want. You won’t be here either.” 
It was supposed to be comforting, but it only makes Chris’ tears overflow. He goes back to hugging Eddie as tightly as possible and trying to stifle the way he cries.
Eddie simply hugs him in return and wishes he could banish away all his pain and anguish. But he doesn’t know how they would make it through losing Buck either. They would. They would have to. They have each other. 
But Buck is missing pieces and filled in needs and worlds of love and support for both of them. Eddie doesn’t know how they’d keep going if all of that is ripped away. They would, but. How? 
One step forward, one more breath. That’s all you can ever do. That’s what Bobby and Athena told him before. That’s all anyone can do. 
Eddie closes his eyes tightly and has to shut it off and he just needs to comfort his son. He can do that. He just needs to protect and love his son. 
After a tiny second of quiet, there’s movement at the doorway to the kitchen. And then Buck is wrapping around them both. Until they’re holding Chris between them while also gripping each other. 
They’ve all been through so much loss, so much trauma, why wouldn’t the scariest, most horrible nightmare imaginable be the thought of losing each other and their little family? 
Buck kisses them both, Chris on the side of his head and Eddie on his cheek, and he whispers promises of infallible, irrevocable love. Because he’s nothing if not his unfailing heart. 
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animeyanderelover · 2 days
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Hiii love your work! Can I request Akashi, Murasakibura, Himuro, and Kuroko with a darling that doesn’t like pretty boys?
Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, delusional behavior, stalking, clinginess, manipulation, blackmailing, isolation
I don’t like pretty boys
Tetsuya Kuroko
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👤If you would have called him a pretty boy in literally every other situation, Kuroko would have been over the moon. You have to consider that he is often overlooked due to his natural talent to just not be noticed by people even if he is standing right next to them. Instead you decide to go straight for his feelings by telling him that you have no interest in pretty boys like him. You might as well have just punched him in his gut and it would have probably hurt less than your instant rejection. You didn't even give him a chance... Tetsuya doesn't even try to say anything back as he instead quietly leaves the scene. He is visibly gloomy for the rest of the day though and has never been more glad that people don't notice him as he just needs some time for himself to work through his pain. He feels unfairly treated as you just judged him only based on his looks without considering his personality. He's sure that if you were to know him better, you would realise that too.
👤​Then again, he has spent more time stalking you and following you around than actually spending time with you in person. Maybe that is where the problem lies? He spends the next few days trying to gather the courage to approach you again but he always gets cold feet as there is always this clench of his heart when he tries to do so, scared that you will send him away again. Plans are made during those days where Kuroko follows you around, observes you and thinks about what the best way is to face you once again. He knows your routine by heart as he waits for you in the places he knows you will stop by eventually. Kuroko isn't the most social person by a long shot but he thinks that maybe that is the problem right now. You just haven't gotten the chance to know him well enough which is why you made this unfair assumption about him. Hopefully he will be able to change your mind because if you reject him once more, he might get a bit desperate.
Atsushi Murasakibara
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🍭​I don't think he has ever given it much consideration that he would be considered quite good-looking by many others. So you can probably imagine his major confusion when you tell him very clearly that you aren't into pretty boys like him. Are you confusing him with Himuro right now? Because his friend is usually the one who is considered the pretty boy in the team. Don't worry though, you won't hurt his feelings in the slightest bit with your rejection. Because Atsushi just decides to ignore it as if it never happened in the first place. Ignorance is apparently really bliss after all. He genuinely doesn't understand what your problem is with him and because he can't understand he just brushes it off as something not important and continues to seek you out. So there you have him, a giant man who is acting like a giant baby as you decide to vehemently avoid him whenever he approaches you. Murasakibara is just as persistent though as he chases you around whenever you try to disappear.
🍭​He eventually starts to feel irritated as well as frustrated with your behavior. Why are you being so difficult? He just wants to spend his time with you. The lack of attention and care you decide to give him really upsets him to the point where he becomes uncooperative in other aspects of his life as he isn't in the mood and doesn't see the meaning behind it if you aren't around. He starts getting desperate pretty soon and attempts to somehow get your attention back on him. From following you around whilst whining like a spoiled child to trying to bribe you with his candy. It is all annoying and exhausting for you, at least until his thinning patience finally snaps and he starts getting angry with your difficult attitude. That's when he starts being physically forceful as he drags you around with him or just lifts you up as if you are a toy and carries you to a place where he can be alone with you. He even starts scaring your friends as he starts feeling very jealous that you ignore him but pay so much attention to them.
Seijuro Akashi
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🏆​You're playing a very dangerous game by telling him just like that to his face that you have little to no interest in a pretty boy like him. Especially if you two are around people you can probably audibly hear the crowd around you gasping for air as you reject him as quick as you do. Even Akashi didn't expect this and for a while he is genuinely baffled as he stares at you with a surprised look. This shock quickly dies down though as he regains his composure. He feels genuinely offended which is a first for him as no one has ever dared to greatly disrespect him due to his influence and the fact that most people are at least a bit afraid of him. He lets you get away with it though. For now at least. There is only the slightest twitch of his eyebrow and the displeased glint in his eyes that gives you the chills for a short moment before it all disappears behind a neutral look he puts on. He'll ignore this for now but it isn't very nice to just judge him based on his physical appearance.
🏆​A tiny part of him still manages to feel amused by your proclamation as it is usually his appearance that earns him adoration from fans. It's almost nice that you don't fall into the same category of all of his fans but that doesn't mean that you can just reduce him to a mere pretty boy and be done with. If you do that with others, he doesn't care but don't you dare do it with him. He is much more than just a handsome face and if you allow him to prove that to you, you would do the both of you a favor. You are going to spend an increased amount of time with him from that day on and if you don't want to do it by your own free will, Seijuro can simply arrange a thing or two behind your back. Mind you, he is being considerate right because despite the manipulation he uses to influence your own life, he is still allowing you the choice of freely choosing to get to know him better. If you decide to remain stubborn until the bitter end though, he may have to show you why people are so scared of him.
Tatsuya Himuro
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◾​Himuro is the definition of a pretty boy and he is absolutely adored by all of his fans who send him love letters all of the time. Perhaps he can understand your sentience somewhere as he is aware of the bad image people as attractive as him tend to have. Putting all of this aside he is definitely not very appreciative that you tossed him aside by merely judging his looks because he is not like you imagine him to be. Tatsuya has his pride and you damaged that by throwing him out without giving him the chance to even allow him to get closer to you. That is definitely a tough pill to swallow but Himuro won't give up that easily. Now his own pride is on the line which makes him even more determined because he won't allow you to just think of him in a bad light without even getting to know him properly. Have you ever considered that your way of judging people might be quite shallow? God, does he turn more arrogant after your rejection as he starts harshly judging the people you choose to hang out with instead.
◾​Despite all of the brooding emotions he doesn't let anyone else know about how he is feeling. His sole focus is on you know after all as he is determined to change your mind about him. Himuro does opt for the more reasonable route at first as he tries to interact more with you and to show you that he is more than what you think of him. If you still choose to be ignorant, he starts getting more manipulative in return. He will start guilt-tripping you then in an attempt to make you feel bad for treating him the way you do. Don't you feel bad for judging him so quickly without even knowing him? Tatsuya will even infiltrate the circle of people you spend your time with to pressure you even more by using them. The charm that you despise works on others quite well after all and whilst he feels a tad bit guilty for using your own friends against you, you aren't exactly nice either for just ignoring him only because he happens to be physically attractive either. Let's just try to get along and give him a chance , okay?
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bootleg-nessie · 2 days
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Nessie, what are your thoughts on Joe Biden VS Donald Trump, as well as the 2024 election as a whole?
I’ve said this a thousand times before, but choosing between Biden and Trump is like choosing whether to microwave a baby or bake it in the oven. I voted for Biden the first time but only because the alternative was Donald fucking Trump. I was told he was “the lesser of two evils” and I’m sure he probably still is, but I can’t excuse his involvement in the Palestinian genocide so I won’t be voting for him a second time. The two party system has failed us yet again, which is why I’m voting socialist in this election instead. I know Claudia and Karina won’t win but I simply refuse to vote for either major candidate, and this way we can hopefully help to normalize voting 3rd party so that one day a 3rd party candidate might have a legitimate chance of winning a major election.
We’ve been alternating between microwaving babies and baking them in the oven for hundreds of years. Everyone thinks that “oh, maybe the microwave won’t kill the baby this time,” and to be fair, sometimes it doesn’t, but they all still seem to think that we need to pick one or the other because that’s the way we’ve always done it. Nobody’s listening to the few people standing in the corner who are suggesting maybe we SHOULDN’T still be cooking the baby or even have been cooking it in the first place, as was intended by the baby’s creators. Literally all it takes is enough people realizing this, and eventually we can stop cooking babies altogether (yes, I know that in reality some of them are basically advocating for deep frying the baby but ignore them, I’m talking about the ones who don’t want to cook it at all).
Allow me to frame it another way: when you get shot, putting pressure on the wound is the best thing to do in that moment, but you can only put pressure on it for so long. You’ll live longer by packing the wound with gauze than if you did nothing, but it’s a very stressful and strained existence. However, if you don’t do anything about it you’ll still bleed out, just more slowly.
On the other hand, you can try to remove the bullet so that you can stitch up the wound. You’ll bleed a lot more in that moment and it’s way harder to stitch up a wound than it is keep changing the bandage, but ultimately you’ll heal. You’re going to have to do it eventually, so you might as well do it before you lose even more blood and before things get even worse. It’s not the quicker or easier option by any means, but it’s the one that leads to the best possible outcome.
Edit: I’ve heard it all before, I promise there’s nothing some stranger on the internet can say that will change my mind. I’m sorry if that upsets you but it’s my constitutional right to vote for who I want
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If you have the chance could you possibly continue Proud of you, buddy . Maybe it could be him asking the boy out and calling nick to tell him or him coming out to the family and nick just there supporting him through it ( also wanted to tell you that i love your stories )
Proud of you, buddy. Part 2.
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Summary: after talking with Nick, you stayed up all night thinking about confessing your feelings to Jackson, you decided that tomorrow (Friday) will be the best day to do it, since it will be the start of your summer break.
Tw: cursing.
I wanted this to be perfect. Last night I couldn’t sleep, so I made it Nicks problem.
‘’You know I am bad at crafts.’’ He said while folding the color papers I gave him.
‘’I know, but I need help. This paper bouquet won’t do itself.’’ Nick rolls his eyes.
‘’What are you doing anyways that you don’t do the bouquet for your boyfriend.’’
‘’He’s not my boyfriend, shut up. I’m writing him a letter.’’ I blush and look down at the empty piece of paper infront of me.
‘’Oh boy, teenage love is so cute, I feel like a grandpa right now.’’
‘’Yeah, ‘cus you are old.’’ I laugh and he scoffs.
‘’I won’t help you anymore, then. My hands are too old to be folding these tiny papers’’
‘’NO, it was a joke, you are as young as a baby.’’ he laughs and keeps folding the papers.
‘’Hey, I know it can be scary, just write what you feel, yeah?’’ I nod and let out a sigh. Starting to write on the paper.
We talked until it was too late, we laughed and he shared his experiences declaring to boys and things like that. I knew I was close with my older brother, but I feel like this brought us even closer. I ended up sleeping 3 and a half hours, the next morning I was looking rough, Nick woke up early to help me pick an outfit and to drop me off to school with dad.
‘’Remember buddy, breath and say what you feel.’’ I nod and he pats my shoulder. I walk into my first period which was chemistry, I have to wait until 4th period to talk to Jackson.
I talk with my friends; I laugh with them. But I can’t shake away the though of Jackson and what he might say. I take deep breathes on the halls as I change classrooms, 3rd period ends and I’m walking into my english literature class, I feel some arms wrap around me, I look besides me and see Jackson smiling at me.
‘’Hi, why didn’t you wait for me?’’ he asks me.
‘’Oh, shit. I forgot.’’
‘’You forgot about me? AUCH. My heart, I am dying.’’ He grabs his chest dramatically and puts most of the weight of his body on me. ‘’Carry me, I am bleeding out.’’
‘’I didn’t forget about you, I forgot to wait. I didn’t wanted to be late again.’’
‘’Again? We are late to english literature like… 4 times a week?’’
‘’Yes, and we have it 4 times a week, you dumbass.’’ He stands straight, one arm still around my shoulder.
‘’Right, I forget. What would I do without you?’’
‘’Probably die.’’ He laughs
‘’True. You are my savior.’’ We enter the classroom and sit on out places, which are next to each other, we share table because the teacher says Jackson pays more attention and gets better grades when he’s with me, I think it’s because he just copies everything I do.
‘’Good morning class.’’ The teacher enters the classroom with a mug of coffee on her hand and starts talking about what we will do today.
‘’Hey, Jack.’’ I whisper and punch him softly.
‘’Hm?’’
‘’Can we talk at the end of the day?’’ I ask trying to not sound nervous.
‘’Yeah. Why not now?’’
‘’You’ll see. Just pay attention to what she’s saying.’’
‘’All right, Mr. Favorite Student.’’
The rest of the day went smoothly, Jackson and I lunched together as always. I wrote to Nick on the bathroom because I was panicking. At the end of the day Nick told me he will be waiting for me with a giant ice cream container, to celebrate or just in case.
I was outside the building, on the quiet part, where people didn’t hang around as much. I looked at Jackson approaching with a wide smile on his face.
‘’Heyo! What is it that you wanted to talk about?’’
‘’It’s a bit complicated.’’ His smile fades and nods.
‘’It’s all right dude, whatever you need I’m here to listen.’’ He pats my shoulder and sits on the ground, his back against the school bricks. I sit beside him.
‘’Well, there is something I’d like to give you.’’ His eyes widen and smiles again.
‘’Bring it out man.’’ I take a deep breath and take out of my backpack the card and the little paper bouquet. ‘’Aw, dude, that’s so cute. Thanks. Is it our anniversary or something? Why are you gifting me flowers honey?’’ he jokes, as he often does. I shrug my shoulders and point at the card. ‘’Yeah right, I should read it.’’ He reads it quietly, he bites his lip while doing so, a small smile on his face, I look down at my hands and try to not cry on stop. ‘’Shit, you are such a dork.’’ I feel his hand grabbing my face and turning my face to him, he kisses my lips. ‘’I like you too, dumbass. Can I be your boyfriend?’’
‘’What? Really.’’ My brain feels dizzy, I’m trying to process what jus happened. ‘’YES, yes.’’ After I can keep rambling, he kisses me again. We break the kiss because my phone is ringing.
‘’Where the fuck are you?’’ Matts voice sound on my ear.
‘’Shit, sorry. I lost track of time. I’m on my way.’’ I close the call and give Jackson a small kiss on the lips. ‘’Bye, see you at the dinner.’’
‘’Bye. I will be there, wait for me.’’
I rush to the car, a big smile on my face.
‘’Damn buddy, what got you so happy?’’
‘’Matt… I have a boyfriend!’’ Matt looks at me dead in the eyes and blinks twice.
‘’That’s amazing, I’m proud of you buddy.’’ He gives me a small hug and starts driving home. ‘’Is he a good guy?’’
‘’Yes, he’s really kind.’’
‘’Does he know you have 4 older brother that can beat him up?’’
‘’Yes, he knows. He’s cool Matt.’’
‘’He better be.’’
We arrive home and I swing the door open, Nick is sitting on the couch, already eating some of the ice cream.
‘’HE SAID YES!’’ Nick stands up from the couch, his eyes wide open.
‘’OH MY GOD, YEEES!!!’’ he hugs me and we jump happily.
‘’What am I missing?’’ Chris who was also eating the ice cream looks at us confused. ‘’Matt, who the fuck said yes?’’
‘’Don’t ask me, the news are as new to me as they are to you.’’ He messes up my hair as he passes by Nick and I.
‘’Chris. I have a boyfriend.’’
‘’A what?...’’ he stares at me for a few seconds. ‘’DAMN, THAT’S NICE, BUDDY. Come here, hug your older brother.’’ He walks over to me and Nick and hugs the both of us. ‘’Be who you aaaare.’’
‘’To soon, Chris.’’ Nick mutters.
‘’Oh shit, sorry.’’ He chuckles. ‘’Proud of you, buddy. When will we get to meet him?’’
‘’He’s coming for mom’s birthday.’’
‘’Oh, that’s cool.’’ Nick says.
‘’Yeah, I think I’ll tell mom, dad and Justin that day.’’
‘’Sounds like a plan.’’ Chris says. Then looks at Matt that was sitting on the couch. ‘’Don’t be a grumpy fuck Matt, come hug your brothers.’’ Matt smiles and gets up to hug us.
‘’Thank you guys, you are the best.’’
‘’We are.’’ Nick says.
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Denji discovering your relationship with makima
This is kind of a sequel to this, like all of the makima posts that I will do
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"Is it just me, or does makima seem happier lately"
Aki almost immediately regretted starting a conversation with that question when he heard denji's answer
"I dunno but she's still as hot as always"
"I can't imagine what she would have done to you if she had heard that. What I meant is that she seems... more genuine if that makes sense, like something really good just happened to her. Before, she had this uncanny aura around her, but now she just feels happy."
"I believe I, the great power know the reason why"
"Oh really, why then?"
"I believe makima is in a relationship with someone"
"WHAT?"
After he heard that, denji immediately lunged at power and shook her by the shoulders.
"WITH WHO?"
"I've heard it's with a certain human called y/n l/n"
"Ah yes, I have heard of y/n. Apparently, they joined public safety just a while ago but have managed to climb through the ranks incredibly quickly, even reaching the rank of makima's most trusted subordinate. Some even consider them her right-hand person. I did hear rumors of them being in a relationship, but I never thought they'd be true"
"I'll fucking kill them, I'll slice them in half, no one steals miss makima from me"
Before aki or power could stop him, denji stormed out of the house and went to public safety headquarters, and entered makima's office and found you two......kissing.
"Ah denji, I thought I informed everyone that I was in a very important meeting, may I ask why are you here"
"Sorry, Miss makima i-i just"
"It's fine. I think I know why. Anyway, now that you're here, I should probably introduce you to each other. Y/n,this is denji, a member of Division 4 and the Chainsaw Hybrid. Denji this is y/n, my second in command and...... my lover."
Your heart skipped a bit. That was the first time she had called you her lover in front of another person. Meanwhile, denji could feel his own heart breaking at those words(poor pochita), and he immediately sprinted at you
"So it's true you're the one who stole Miss makima from me"
"I suggest you do not touch them, you might not like what happens if I find a single scratch or bruise on them"
Those intimidating words from makima were enough to make him stop.
"i-i'm sorry miss makima but could I ask why are you in a relationship with them"
"Simple, because I love them. They made me feel happy, and I eventually understood that it was love"
"I-i see sorry if I wasted your time, I'll go now."
Before he could walk out, makima placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Wait, denji, I want to tell you something. Even if I do not love you, I'm sure other girls will. Even with all of your flaws, you're a good person, which... is a lot more than I can say about the me from a couple months ago. What I'm trying to say is.. if someone managed to love and change me, then you absolutely have a chance"
She spoke with a sweet and caring tone devoid of any manipulation or evil. For some reason, she felt the need to comfort him... you had truly changed her.
Denji, after hearing that, immediately broke into a smile, showing his very sharp teeth
"Thank you so much, Miss makima I feel a lot more confident now"
He walked out of the building, leaving you two alone once again, makima walked near the window and looked at the sunset while thinking:she had helped someone feel happy, she had gained nothing from it and yet it felt so much better than when she manipulated people.
"Are you alright makima, you look... emotional"
Your words made it clear to her, Yes, emotional she was happy now, and she was emotional, and she loved this feeling.
"No, it's alright dear. I was wondering if you would like to have a movie date tonight?"
"Of course there's this new, really good movie everyone is talking about"
She turned to you and smiled brightly
"No, I was actually in the mood for a bad movie today. Is it alright?"
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In the wake of the whole james somerton fiasco and inspired by this post, I wanted to share a few of my um, soft signs, like, orange flags to detect when someone is bullshitting you.
First of all, I am on the spectrum which means 1) I tend to take what people say at face value and 2) I have a strong sense of justice which makes me prone to biases, all of which combined means I am at perpetual risk of swallowing the bullshit.
So, what to do about it? You turn on the critical thinking and pay attention.
As one of my favorite youtubers, Hannah Alonzo, likes to say: "consider the source, remember the motive". Who is talking to you?? What do you know about them?? What biases might they have?? How do they interact with your own biases?? Where are they talking from?? Is it anger?? happinness? boredom?? Also, why are they talking to you? Are they trying to sell you something?? Are they trying to convince you and why?? How do they go about the finantial motivation, if present? If you have, in this case, a white cis gay man talking to you as it he has it the worst of the worst in the world, there's probably some exaggeration and you should start to wonder. There's a good chance he's bullshitting you.
How they talk about women and POC No, no, stay with me. There's a rule I had back when I was dating men: Always beware of how they treat their mother. With the exception of extremes like mama's boys and cases of abuse, how a man treats the woman with whom they have that familial bond is a good indicator of how they are going to treat you. Do they berate her? speak ill of her? are aggressive or controlling? do they dismiss her opinions? Same with creators, and by god I tell you, specially cis male creators, queer or otherwise, always always beware of how they speak of women, how they treat women, how they treat POC. Somerton had a weird vendetta against straight women. It went mostly unnoticed. Then, he was dismissive towards lesbians and other queer women and it was once again overlooked. Then he went ahead and made sinophobic content about genres and cultures he knows NOTHING about. Again, it went unchecked. What I am telling you is IT'S NOT NORMAL. Contempt about women and non white-western cultures is not normal and if someone has them as them as an enemy or a scapegoat, they're probably bullshitting you. Take what they say and fact check it, see for yourself.
If at any point in a video or an essay you find yourself thinking "wait, really??" then it's time to fact check. Is it a bit suspicious?? is your logic telling you that's not quite how this works?? Then take to google, my friend, they might be bullshitting you. At worst, you dodge a fake fact, at best, you learn way too much about a topic you were already interested in.
Beware of the lack of nuance. I can not stress this enough. We all love monochrome, but life and societal issues are never black and white. It's just impossible, there's too many factors to consider. If you are being presented situations or anecdotes as absolute truths, you're probably being bullshitted. If it's too good to be true, it is. If it sounds waaay too convenient, it probably is. A good researcher, a serious investigator, will always have some nuance because they have done the work and checked the sources. If someone provides you 1) no nuance and 2) no sources, THEY'RE BULLSHITTING YOU.
These are the ones I can come up with just of the top of my head, I'm sure there's more and please, add them. Remember that naivité isn't a crime, I'm fairly naive and that's made me distrustful, and these are some of the techniques I've found that help me navigate through a world of information without losing myself.
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"What the fuck did you do?"
Eddie wasn't expecting hostility when he answered Jeff's phone call, his best friend's usual calm demeanor replaced with open annoyance. And yeah, okay, the annoyance itself wasn’t new, but Eddie doesn’t think he’s actually done anything recently to earn it.
"Well-"
"Actually, no. I'll tell you what you did. You retweeted photos of Steve Harrington - internationally beloved heartthrob actor Steve Harrington - along with the caption 'not to sound like a subby slut but GOD I would be his puppy baby boy in a heartbeat'. So I guess the better question is, what the fuck were you thinking, Eddie?"
Eddie's jaw clicks shut because- yeah, he had done that. Had seen those photos of Steve smoking circling the internet and spent god knows how long just staring at them, had curbed the desire to shove his hand down his pants by posting a single thirst tweet about it.
“I was thinking, Jeff, that I'm allowed to post whatever I want to my private fucking twitter, man. I mean it's a free country, isn't a guy allowed to make a horny tweet about a sexy man every now and then?”
“You are, when you actually post it to your private account and not our award winning band's main account.”
No. Oh no. There's no way Eddie actually-
He rips his phone away from his face to open twitter, and realizes two things simultaneously. One, Jeff is right, he had posted it to the band's account. Not on his private, locked, personal account, but on the account that's actually open and free for literally anyone on earth to look at.
The second thing he realizes is that their notifications are currently flooded with responses to Eddie's tweet, somehow racking up into the thousands in the few hours it's been since. 
Jesus Christ.
“Eddie?”
The metalhead jerks back into the moment and put Jeff on speaker so he can scroll through the horde of replies, says “Fuck, I fucked up. Are we gonna have to do damage control on this?”
In the mess is a reply from Gareth's own personal account: @ corrodededdie stop tweeting from the band account challenge 🙄🙄🙄
”Maybe. There hasn't been any type of response from Harrington or his people, but they might ask us to take it down if it blows up too much.“
Eddie hums, thinking they might be too little, too late about it blowing up too much, and flips over to his main account so he can reply to Gareth's little jab appropriately. He isn't surprised to see that he has a couple of new messages, probably from other people wondering just what the fuck Eddie was thinking, but when he goes to check them-
He's never been happier that he turned on messages from followers only, because then he would have missed this, missed Steve Harrington's little profile picture beaming up at him from the screen of his phone, along with a new message request.
”Jeff, I gotta go,” he says, not even realizing he's cut the other man off.
“Eddie, what-
”Harrington messaged me. I'll call you back.“
Eddie doesn't wait for a response as he hangs up on Jeff, and his hands definitely aren't shaking as he opens the message from Steve. And listen- Eddie is a fan of the guy, that much should be obvious. 
Steve had grown in popularity around the same time Corroded Coffin had; he’d gotten some part in a drama film that had skyrocketed him into stardom, and Eddie fell in love the moment he saw that gorgeous face on the silver screen for the first time. He's never had a chance to interact with the guy, has been in the same place a few times but always missed him, like ships passing in the night, but Eddie's been fine with pining from afar, just like every other person on the planet that's even remotely attracted to men.
Besides, even with how popular Corroded Coffin has gotten over the years - a couple of Grammy’s here, a dozen chart topping metal songs there - Eddie doesn’t expect Steve to just. Know who Eddie is.
With all of this in mind, Eddie is expecting some kind of semi-casual request to take the tweet down, that it's not a good look for his image-
Anything other than what Steve actually sent.
'If you're puppy baby boy, does that make me Master? Or Daddy?'
And Eddie- 
Eddie slides down, sinks into his couch cushion as all of the blood in his body suddenly shifts, rushing to fill his dick like it's a fucking race. The phone almost slips out of his hand and he fumbles it briefly before taking a deep breath. 
Is Steve serious? He wouldn't send that if he wasn't serious, right?
This could be it, could be Eddie's one chance to impress Steve, to get his foot in the door of Steve's interest. He bites his lip and types out a reply, something quick that he sends before he can change his mind.
‘I’m open to either, actually. Do you have a preference, sir?’
He doesn’t expect the typing indicator to come up immediately, and just knowing that Steve is somewhere right now, typing out a response to Eddie, is enough to have him nearly vibrating in his seat.
‘I’m partial to Daddy, myself.’
Fuck fuck fuck.
Eddie takes a breath, tries to think of a response that isn’t just ‘Please, Daddy, can I sit on your massive dick that I haven’t been able to stop thinking about since that one indie film you did that just had all of your junk out in the open?’
Steve saves him by sending another message.
‘But maybe we could start with Steve, and possibly dinner? Though I’d be happy to see where things go after that.’
He- What-
Eddie must have stopped breathing, because the next time he takes a breath his lungs burn, his mid races because there’s no way Eddie’s long term celebrity crush just asked him on a date. He sits there long enough that the screen goes dark and he scrambles to turn it back on, sees the message still there, real and unchanged.
There’s no way he can say no to this, to Steve, and his hands shake as he types out a response.
‘Dinner would be great. Just name the time and place, Daddy.’
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cxteangel · 1 month
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Hazbin Hotel characters X Reader general headcannons
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Summary: general hcs with hazbin characters dating you!! Some might be shorter or longer...
Characters included: Charlie, Vaggie, Alastor, Lucifer, Velvette, Vox, Valentino, Adam, Lute, Emily
Notes: I hope I manage to get most of their personalities well- I didn't know what to write for Vox so he's probably the one with the worst writing but okay.
Reader is gender neutral but written with female reader in mind.
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Charlie loves to hug and kiss you, but especially hugs!! She's always going behind you and hugging you when she is excited.
She loves to give you gifts from random places. Or even hand made gifts, as long as she's gifting you.
Charlie is not really one to give you nicknames, but that's not a problem!
Charlie is probably going to say "I love you" a lot of times to you, and she doesn't expect you to say back. She just says and walks away.
She hates seeing you sad, and she is doing anything she can to make you feel better!
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Vaggie likes to be around you. No need to interact or anything, as long as you're nearby it's fine for her.
Vaggie likes to call you "Babe" or "Darling" as I said in the previous post, and I think she would be jealous if someone else gave you a cute nickname.
She would not tell you that she's an angel (or were one) because she's scared of losing you. And if you ever found out I feel like she'd feel really guilty.
Vaggie likes to have alone times with you. Not in a weird way, just like, cuddling or talking to each other in a cute way.
Vaggie likes to read books with you. Laying on the couch with your head on her lap as she reads the book out loud.
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Alastor is probably the one with the least chance of dating you... But oh well, he's not the one confessing first.
Alastor is going to defend you with everything he has. Not like anyone is going to mess with you when the Radio Demon himself is right behind you.
He is not letting any overlord get close to you, especially the Vees (especially, Vox) since they might cause you some harm.
Alastor is not really used at being romantic so he might not be the best partner someone could ask for, but he's trying.
He can give you almost anything you want in hell, so if you ever ask for something he can get, you can expect for this thing to appear magically on your room...
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Lucifer likes physical touch. And he is going to hug you a lot. Guess that's where Charlie got her hugging addiction.
Lucifer is also going to give you a lot of ducks. And ducks made only for you, because he loves you a lot!
He can be a bit awkward at first but he is quick to be confident around you.
He jokes a lot, and hearing your laugh after the jokes, makes him feel happy that he is able to have you to laugh.
Lucifer calls you his "Love" and that's it. He didn't really think of what to call you properly yet. But love is good for him.
He also doesn't get jealous easily, he trusts you! As long as you are not letting him aside for another person, he does not mind.
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Velvette is definetly the only one who's going to make sure every single demon in hell knows she's dating you.
Obviously, even though she really wants to, Velvette is always going to ask you before posting some picture of you.
She also loves to use you as her model. But she only does it rarely since everything you wear looks good on you! It's not fair!
You can expect lots of kisses. If she's leaving, a quick kiss on your lips. If she's busy, another one!
Velvette is not letting you around Valentino or Vox for too long. She says that they're a bad influence for you. But Vox is more trustworthy than Valentino.
Velvette is not someone who is easily jealous, so she doesn't really mind other people being around you, as long as they're not touchy.
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Vox doesn't let you have any radios. Anything else he doesn't give a shit, but radios? No way.
He thinks Alastor will try to steal you away from him, so he may be watching you every time you leave the building. Just maybe.
Vox probably cas you by a nickname that is your name, but short. Or something you really like.
If you ask him, Vox might let you use his TV head to see something. Just don't mention it for anyone else.
Vox likes to have his arm around you. Like, in your shoulder or something. I don't know why, I just feel like he likes it.
He is not letting you around Valentino, never.
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Valentino is not the best person to date... But I think he can be a little better for you at least.
He is definetly going to be possessive. All of the Vees are to be honest. And Valentino is not an exception.
Valentino likes to have you around, and by around I mean clinging on him. He's going to grab you by the waist and keep you clinged to him.
You better like physical touch because this man is always touching you, be it in a normal cute way, or a suggestive way. He's going to touch you.
Valentino LOVES to call you by nicknames. "Darling", " Dear", "Babe", "Princess", " Sweetheart", etc. Anything, really.
He might also call you by some Spanish nicknames too.
Valentino is easily jealous, and he's not going to let you around other man so easily.
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Adam is probably one of the few here who aren't going to change a lot when dating you.
He likes physical touch, especially when he is the one touching you. But he also likes when you touch him - especially his wings.
Adam is going to call you by a lot of... Not so cute names. As we've seen, he says "Bitch", "Danger tits" and more... So he's probably calling you with things like that too!
Adam can be like that, but he's trying to be a good partner for you. Sometimes he might play you a song on his guitar, just for you.
He's also going to rant about his day for you, so you will need a lot of patient to be with him...
Adam will curse at anyone who stares at you for too long. "The fuck are they staring at?" Is something you'll probably hear in a daily basis.
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Lute was not expecting to be in a relationship, but she's not complaining.
Lute is never, ever, letting you go down to the extermination with her. Even if you really want to, she is not going to risk losing you.
She can be really cold, and not say you a lot of things, but her actions tell a lot about her.
Lute is going to glare at anyone who even dares being a little rude to you. No one has the right to be rude to you!
She isn't a big fan of touching, but she likes flying around heaven with you, and talk about anything. Or don't even talk at all.
Lute is a really protective girlfriend, but not in a toxic way. She simply wants your best and is not going to let anyone who might harm you be near you.
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Emily is super happy to be dating you! And she definetly shows it.
Every time she sees you, Emily stops all the things she's doing just to greet you, give you a kiss and then hug you.
Emily takes you out on dates almost every day. All the different places she can find for the date is honestly surprising.
Emily gives you a lot of gifts. Especially flowers! I think that Emily likes flowers a lot, so she is obviously going to give you those!
She loves to hold hands with you. It doesn't matter when, she just loves it!! It's honestly super cute.
Emily can see easily when you're feeling sad, and she always asks you if you want to talk about it, and if you don't, she respects it and leaves you alone for some time.
But after that time she's going to give you one of the best days of your life! As long as you're happy again.
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Rosie loves spoiling you. Always giving you a lot of kisses on your face and petting your head.
She's really supportive of almost anything, so you don't need to worry about her being rude or judging you.
Sometimes she forgets you aren't a cannibal like her, and to compensate, she gives you your favorite food and drink for a date.
Rosie gives really good advices, and whenever you're with a problem, she makes sure that you don't have to worry about being a burden, and can always reach out to her.
Rosie likes to say a lot of sweet things to you, and she's always reminding you of how much of a wonderful and amazing partner you are!
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satorunigojaloo · 2 months
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It’s just a mission, what could go wrong?
Teen!Gojo Satoru x teenf!reader
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(I guess it’s au since geto is still at jujutsu tech and Gojo and reader are above 18)
just two idiots who’s relationship develop, revealing feelings they had denied for long until they’re forced to be alone together
Genre: fluff, friends to lovers, only one bed trope, mission, slight humour? (Dunno I think I was funny at some points)
Warning: sexual themes(suggestive), mention of genitalia, alcohol consumption, masturbation, mention of blood/injury and swearing (because Gojo strike me as a person who would curse a lot)
AN: if I can shove as many clichés into one fic, then I’ll do precisely that. Read at your own warning.
This took painfully long to write, massive editing, a lot of proofreading, moments where it didn’t save and I had to rewrite… sigh
It’s my first story where I have an actual plot a part from the relationship part, I am personally pleased with this story. There might be some grammar mistakes, incoherent stuff (because I had to rewrite and edit)
Wordcount: 20.2k (phew, sorry)
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"You probably wonder why I summoned the two of you here and not Suguru and Shoko as well?" Two hesitant nods confirms that’s what’s indeed their thoughts.
Yaga take out a piece of paper and continue. "This missions is quite unusual. You will go undercover to investigate the circumstances. Everything you need to know is on this paper"
Quickly you snap the paper from your teachers hand before your white haired teammate had the chance. Scanning the paper, your eyes widen at one particular sentence.
"The two sorcerers will work undercover and act as a young couple on vacation."
The paper gets slightly crumbled as your fingers twitch and a curious head pops over your shoulder to read.
An audible gasp is heard and you turn slightly to meet his blue eyes, staring back at you with equal fear.
"Fuck"
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The sun barely up and the streets almost empty, the pair walk to the train station. An awkward silence hangs over you and the distance between you bigger than usual.
It’s not that you and Satoru aren’t friends, but you rarely hung out alone. So when Suguru and Shoko aren’t around you tend to be less talkative.
Which is why it’s extra awkward now, because you and Satoru are both extroverts and can talk forever with anyone about anything. Apparently not to each other, and the mission didn’t help either.
"Did you say anything?" You turn to look at him and shake your head. "No, why?" Shooting him a questioning look.
"Oh, thought I heard something. Never mind." Responding with a simple ‘ah’ before the silence fall over you again.
Close to the train station now you check your pockets one last time to make sure you brought everything you need. "Satoru, do you remember which train?"
The boy scratches his head and look around, with the advantage that he easily can look around due to his height. "Yes, I see it. Come hurry!" He grab your wrist and pull you with him through the crowd.
Being on the shorter side you choose to blindly follow him, counting on his height and six eyes finds the way.
You’re in luck, because just as you enter the train the doors close. You place your luggage’s in the storing area and find someplace to sit.
Since it’s still early in the morning and this train going out to the country, not many people are on board. Satoru point at the four-man seating area with a table in the middle.
He convinces you to let him sit facing the right way because apparently ‘the strongest’ might experience motion sickness.
Both of you wanting to sit by the window so your feet are fighting for room as you’re sitting opposite of each other.
In the end he won with his long limbs and you press yours up against the wall under the windowsill. Seeking some support from the air vent since you can’t reach down.
The silence fill your space again, and you quietly pull up some sandwiches from your backpack. Handing him one he grin and thanks you.
This time the silence is comfortable, just eating and looking out of the window. None of you aware how both of you glanced at the other when they weren’t looking.
You feel your eyes about to close, but the moment Satoru’s phone rings you’re pulled awake.
"Yo, Suguru! Missing me already?" You place your index finger over your lips to tell your mission partner to lower his voice.
He rolls his eyes and point with his eyes to the empty wagon and continue yappering. You mute him out by putting on your headset and look out the window again, chin resting in your palm and you try to sleep.
Your relaxing moment is ruined quickly as you feel a pair of feet kick yours. "Do you have a charger? My phone battery died." He ignores your glaring. In order to keep the peace you search in your backpack and sigh.
"Shit, sorry. I forgot mine." He look at you from above his glasses not believing you. He grab the backpack himself and start to search it.
"How could you forget to pack a charger?" Pouting as he hand you back the backpack.
"How could you forget to pack one?" Annoyed you snap at him and pull the backpack a little harsher than he expected from his grip.
You’re on your third attempt to get some sleep, but the sound of Satoru’s fingers tapping the table and his feet moving restless making it impossible.
"Satoru, for the love of god. Can you please just be quiet?" Through your one open eye you see him cross his arms over his chest and pouts.
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"Psst, hey. Wake up." So this time he did give you more than five minutes before annoying you. According to your watch Satoru had managed to survive for twenty minutes.
Pretending you don’t hear him only made it worse, fingers began poking your cheek repeatedly. "Oh you’re awake, good."
Satoru ignoring the fact that he’s the one waking you up smile in joy. "I’m bored."
In the end, the best way to make this train ride bearable was to just entertain the boy. Which turned out to actually be more fun.
Luckily no other passenger had seated themselves in this wagon, so you and Satoru could talk and laugh.
He had brought a card deck with him and tried his best to teach you a game. Which he didn’t remember well and you suspect he was making stuff up.
"Cheater!" You faux pout at him and jump over the table to steal the cards in his hands. Satoru pull his arm behind him and you stretch out to reach them.
As your shorter hands try to reach his longer, you fall into his lap and you hear Satoru’s ‘huff’ when your whole weight land on his groin.
Both freeze and stare at each other in shock, he winces slightly from the pain as your knee is planted into his most precious area.
Your nose tip touches his and you both turn to a hundred shades of red before you wiggle away. Adding more pressure with your knee and Satoru’s painful high pitch squeal fill the room.
Standing up you look as the poor boy sinks down into a fetal position with his hands covering his groin. You swear there’s tears in his eyes, but the black tinted glasses made it impossible to know for sure.
"Satoru, I’m so sorry! Are you okay?" His face planted down into the seat and his trembling arm up to give you a thumbs up.
"I’ll… live." You can’t help but giggle a little at his voice still in a high pitch.
For some reason your giggles fill Satoru with a fluttering feeling and he wants nothing more than to turn those giggles into laughs.
Mission succeeds when he in an over dramatic sense toss around in his seat groaning in pain. "Gonna call you the nutcracker from this day on."
"Then that makes you Barbie!" You shoot in between the laughs.
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Arriving at your destination you look around, there’s actually a lot of people coming off the train.
The station is crowded and you do your best to not lose Satoru while at the same time you try to make sure you don’t lose your luggage.
Only a second looking down and he’s out of sight. In panic you look around searching the crowd for a white head. Reaching for your phone you dial his number only to be met with the voicemail.
"Right, his phone died." muttering to yourself. You decide to just get out of the station and hope he does the same.
His voice suddenly heard in the distance and you turn to the source. As you close in on him you make out what he actually has been shouting.
"FIND THE HALFLING!"
You run toward him and place a firm hand over his mouth, glaring at him for calling you a halfling.
His warm breath tickle the skin of your palm from his giggles. You hear him mumbling and remove your hand.
Dramatically inhaling some air, Satoru smirks at you. "There’s the little hobbit." You regret moving your hand.
"Just teasing ya, come on let’s go. According to this map sign, we should be able to walk to the ryokan."
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Sweating, panting and dying, you finally walk the last steps of the long staircase. Yes, according to the map it’s a very short distance, but it didn’t mention the hundredths of stairs.
Down on your knees and feeling like you’re going to puke, a teasing chuckle haunting you. You look up and sweat drip in your eyes making Satoru’s silhouette groggy.
Completely unfazed after climbing the stairs, not even a droplet of sweat or any irregular breathing. "I hate you."
"No you don’t, now come on. We’re here." He pull you up and use his sleeve to wipe the sweat from your face before adjusting your clothes. And then the unexpected, he kiss your forehead and intertwine his hand with yours.
"Satoru, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?" Trying to pull your hand out of his and concealing how flustered you are.
He look at you with a serious face and whisper in your ear "mission starts now", before walking with you in his grip. Doing your best to compose yourself you follow suit.
The ryokan is small and cute, it’s a typical traditional inn with available bathhouse. The cherry blossom trees are close to blooming and you hope to see how their pink leaves paint the landscape beautifully.
Satoru notice how you’re struggling to focus and leans into your ear "just follow my lead and when we’re done checking in we’ll start planning." A gentle squeeze before letting your hand go.
At the reception a young boy greets you, not older than maybe ten. "Welcome, how can I help you?" He’s polite and mature for his age.
"We’ve booked a room for two, the name is ‘Yaga’ if I remember correctly." You hope it’s unnoticeable how you cringe at Satoru’s sudden politeness.
"Ah yes, I know the name. Yaga is a family friend of ours and come her often. So when he told us his niece and her boyfriend would stay we made sure to have the best room available." While the boy talks and hands out pamphlets you notice he was standing on a stool.
Satoru notice too and you exchange a ‘we’re definitely laughing at this later’ look.
Thanking the boy as he hands you the key about to walk, he shouts after you. His true age suddenly showing when he can’t conceal his excitement.
"Come here." He gesture you to come closer as he whisper in your ears in a childish tone. "Not many people know about this, but there’s a really cool natural hot spring further up the mountain. I only share this information with the cool guests."
Snickering in content as he waves you off and you and Satoru just smile at how cute and silly the boy looked.
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You’re standing behind Satoru when he opens the door, his form still and he’s quiet. You try to jump up behind him to see what made the strongest sorcerer freeze on the spot, but with no luck.
"Satoru, what is it? Move—" you muster all your strength into pushing him into the room, Satoru manage to stay on his feet.
Just like him, you also freeze on the spot. Eyes widening the more you scan the room and take in the sight before you.
You hear him drop his bag on the ground and clear his throat. "I know we’re supposed to be a couple, but what the fuck did Yaga tell them?"
The room itself is decorated traditionally with deep oak linings against creamy white walls. Floors covered in mint green square carpets and a small kitchen area to the left. A typical tatami room.
In the middle of the room is a sitting area with table and pillows with view out of the huge glass windows. The climb up to the ryokan proves to be worth it, the view from your room is magical.
Far up on the mountainside you could see over the city below and the ocean further. That landscape is framed by a mixture of green and pink trees and a nice garden.
There’s only one shared futon in the far right corner, covered in rose petal formed like a heart. "Yeah, I wonder what Yaga told them…" you mumble and force yourself to move.
"Let’s sort out the sleeping arrangement later, I need to shower." Looking around you notice the room did not have a shower and your brows frown.
"Satoru, I’m going to ask the receptionist about the bathroom. If you’re still standing there like an idiot I’ll knee your balls again."
You close the door behind you, leaving a very broken Gojo Satoru alone. He didn’t know why his heart had clenched itself at the sight of the futon. Unable to move his mind was racing through so many thought and he felt a mental collapse.
The worst part is he can’t call Suguru for aid and he has to figure out himself why he feels all ticklish inside.
Satoru came to the conclusion that it must be a delayed motion sickness. It takes him a few minutes after you left the room for him to regain control over his limbs.
-
"Sorry, miss! I forgot to inform you about our shared bathroom arrangement. The toilets and showers are connected with the bathhouse facility." Thanking the boy you make your way back to your room.
Glad to see that Satoru had moved from his spot and you find him sitting on the porch outside in a sun-bed. It’s still early spring and the spring breeze makes you shiver.
"You shouldn’t leave the door open like this, you’re letting the cold inside." You must’ve interrupted his deep thoughts because the moment you spoke he jump up from his seat.
"Fuck, you’re back already? Sorry about that." His eyes linger in the horizon a moment longer before he looks up at you.
"So, where’s the toilets and showers?" You lay down on the sun-bed next to him, only divided by a small table.
His face light up at the mention of bathhouse. "Oh let’s go there, would be nice with a warm bath, yeah? Him, is there something on my face?" Your eyes must’ve lingered in him longer than you wanted and you turn away.
"N-no." You mumble and stare straight ahead ignoring his questioning expression. "A bath would be nice." Agreeing to his proposal and you walk together to the bathhouse.
-
Before going into the bath you took a shower cleaning off the sweat from your walk earlier. It’s an outdoor bath build over a natural hot spring.
You wrap the small towel around your form, barely giving any coverage. You didn’t mind because you wouldn’t need it when you enter the water.
Slipping out of your footwear you take off your towel and neatly fold it on a bench. The air is cold and a slight fog hangs around from the hot bath water.
"Wow, you’re not the shy type, eh?"
Turning to the voice only a few metres away from you, your eye twitch in unison with your mouth. With only his head above water he look at you with blushed cheeks. Probably the heat from the waters, but the slight flicker of shyness in his eyes gave him away.
Your eyes flicker between him and the towel messily spread on the ground instead of neatly placed on a bench. "…Satoru?"
"Are you naked?" A wide grin spread on his mouth and he nods.
"Like the day I was born." You roll your eyes so hard it almost hurts and you put more distance between you.
"Guess it’s a shared bath." Satoru might be a smart and clever boy, but sometimes he’s just so slow. You don’t know if he’s being dumb on purpose or is actually an idiot.
"Good work figuring that out, Einstein."
There it is again, the awkward silence you both had overwon on the train ride. You let the water cover you all up to your nose and you sneak a peak over at him.
His eyes are closed and he’s leaning his head back on the wall behind him. His hair is flat from the damp and bangs sticking to his forehead.
The water reach his shoulders and upper part of his chest and you take the opportunity to admire him while his eyes are still closed.
"You know I can see you even with my eyes closed, perv." Shooting you a look with his one eye before closing it again.
"If that’s the case then you’re the perv. Perv!" He snorts and turn his face in your direction, smirking. "That made no sense."
Suddenly feeling aware of the fact that Satoru can see your naked form you cover yourself underneath the water.
Satoru notice, but decide to not say anything. A small part of him is hoping that if he doesn’t confirm your theory you will eventually remove your hands.
Maybe he is the pervert here.
"So… the mission?" Your voice quiet. Satoru turn to you and hold his hand behind his ear to say ‘can’t hear you’ and you move closer to him.
"The mission." With only a meter between you now, you shout again.
"No need to shout, I can hear you perfectly fine." In your mind you go through different scenarios on how to drown him successfully in the bath.
"Alright, so the mission, right. So according to the paper we got from Yaga-sensei, there have been abnormal occurrences. People go missing, weird sounds at night and animals fleeing the mountains and woods."
You nod to tell him to continue.
"I thought it was strange that we had to go undercover for this mission and not go straight at the curse, but after my phone died and I had to be alone with my thought…" you blankly stare at him, telling him to get to the point.
"The curse is among the villagers here. It’s intelligent. Which means in order for us to succeed we have to blend in and quietly investigate. So as long as we mask our cursed energy like we’ve done so far we should be fine."
You’re impressed by how much Satoru had thought about this, revealing his sharp mind.
"From the small time since we arrived, have you noticed anything?" You didn’t know you were closing the distance or notice how you were now sitting right next to him.
With no plans to point it out, Satoru indulge himself in your closeness and answer your questions.
"I picked up cursed energy in the area above the ryokan, deeper into the woods. So we should have our little ‘date’ there tomorrow."
Giggling at the way he said ‘date’ you’re about to playfully shove his shoulder, but he moved on instinct making you fall right into his lap. Again.
Looking for something to lean on you accidentally grab something soft. Before realising what this actually was you give it a squeeze and it twitched slightly in your grip.
"Oh my—" you throw yourself away from him. At that moment you feel as if you would die, and the expression on Satoru’s face told you he felt the same.
"What’s up with you and my dick?" He almost sobs in embarrassment and quickly climbs up from the bath and walk to the showers.
You’re left alone with your thoughts and you look down at your hand that only moments earlier had groped your mission partners penis.
Feelings of guilt and embarrassment filling you up, but for some reason you start to laugh. Hearing yourself laughing like a maniac as you remember the utter terror plastered on Satoru’s face.
-
Careful movements when you enter the room, now, guilt occupying your mind and you find Satoru laying on the sun-bed again under e blanket and a cup of tea.
You walk to the (again open) door and you stand before him. He’s obviously avoiding to look at you, his cheeks still with a hint of pink.
"Satoru, I’m sorry." No answer. You move to be in his eyesight only for him to look another way.
"Come on, don’t be like that. I’m truly sorry." Frustrated that he didn’t say anything you lay down on your knees and starts to beg.
"Gojo Satoru, please forgive me for touching your penis without your consent. I promise it was an accident and I’m sorry."
"You forgot about the part where you squeezed it…" barely a mumble, but you caught his words.
"Of course yes. Sorry for not only grabbing your penis, but also slightly squeezing it in the process."
He’s silence for a while, you still have your head glued to the ground in anticipation. His sigh tells you that you can look up.
"I forgive you, but please try and fight your urges to touch my dick anymore on this mission."
His words make you fluster, but you swallow the feeling. "I will try my best to not touch your penis again, Gojo-sama." You feel relief when he giggle at your response, thankful the awkward moment finally over.
"Tea?" You nod and he stands up to prepare another cup. Watching the sunset together in a comfortable silence before you go inside.
Daylight no longer illuminating your room, you search around for a light switch. Whoever built this place must’ve been against the idea of easy access to one.
Underneath the kitchen cabinets you find one and turn it on. The light is dim, but enough for you to find your way around the room.
The only sink is the one in the kitchen and you brush your teeth. Wondering where Satoru had disappeared.
You took the opportunity to change into your sleepwear and then you remember the shared futon. Looking in closets and cabinets in hope for a spare futon, you sigh in defeat when you find nothing.
Satoru enters the room wearing a white t-shirt and loose fitting black pants, he look at your defeated form on the floor. "Did you die?"
Groaning you lift your head up to meet his gaze and point at the futon. "There’s no extra futon, can you go to the reception and ask for one?"
"Oh, yeah I was just down there and it’s closed for today. I can probably just bring one of the sun-beds inside and sleep on it." Touched by his offer, you shake your head. It would only be worse if he didn’t get proper rest on this mission.
"No, we can share. Let’s just remove those damn rose petals." Together you pick off the petals and place them in a bowl.
There’s only one duvet on the futon, you go to grab the thin blanket Satoru had been wrapped in earlier. Turning off the kitchen lights on your way back to the sleeping area.
"You can have the duvet." Smiling awkwardly at him you wrap yourself in the blanket and turn your back to him. You mumble ‘good night’ to him.
"Night."
-
Satoru had lost count on how many hours had passed since you said your ‘good nights’. He felt nauseous and lightheaded from all the thoughts circling inside his head.
He didn’t know this mission would prove to be this straining before it even began. At first he’d been excited because he knew you were fun to hang around.
But he was surprised at how tense and awkward it had been on your way to the train station. Usually the two of you laughed and cracked jokes all the time, but he can’t remember you spending any time just the two of you.
Your classmates Suguru and Shoko were always hanging around with you and just now did he realise how much their presence affected the group dynamic.
Satoru felt more nervous around you, without his best friend behind him he struggled to know how to behave. Now he thinks twice before daring to say anything, terrified of how you might react. Which is unusual.
It’s annoying that he cares about your reactions, when he never before bothered to. The feeling he got when you laughed at him in the train was something he wants to feel again.
Tossing and turning he look over at your sleeping form. You’re laying on your back now and low snores escape your half open mouth.
He could see the goosebump on your shoulders form and the way you slightly shiver between snores. The duvet is big enough for you to share without having to touch each other, so he covers your form with half of it before he turn his back to you.
Thankful when he feels himself drift off into sleep, this mission would only be worse if he had to be sleep deprived on top of everything that has already happened.
-
You wake up, still on your side of the mattress thankfully. Feeling the warmth of the duvet over you, you look at the man next to you.
The duvet was larger than you thought and even when you were on each side of the mattress the duvet covered you both with no problem.
A tiny smile tug at your lips when you figure he must’ve covered you in it. You remember how you shivered before falling asleep, but too embarrassed to admit it.
Satoru is sleeping on his stomach, face turned away from you and his arms underneath his pillow. The duvet had slipped down and now resting at the curve of his round butt.
You bite hard on your bottom lip as punishment for admiring his ass like a… pervert. For some reason watching him like that made you feel something. Not quite sure what, but it’s annoying and you huff as you turn on your back.
Your eyes look around the room now lit up from the faint rays of morning sun, you almost want to scream when you see a light switch right next to the door.
Taking a mental note where it is you look up at the roof, but somehow can’t stop yourself from sneaking another glance at his sleeping form.
The fact that Gojo Satoru is handsome is very obvious, you’d be a blind person to not see it. This however doesn’t mean anything, it’s just a matter of fact and not your opinion.
You hear him snoring into the pillow and it’s almost soothing, until it sounded like he’s about to choke. Abruptly he lift his head and inhale deeply before exhaling.
Observing him with a humoured expression and a snort giving you away, Satoru turn to you with the biggest morning face you’d ever seen on a person.
His eyes puffy and marks after the pillow on his face. He didn’t seem fully awake as he stare at you and you cover your mouth with a hand.
"Shut the fuck up." He mumbles before his head fall into the pillow again.
You sneak up from the futon, the duvet sliding off and you take one last look at his well sculpted butt before covering him.
He’ll never know about this.
Sadly, his six eyes saw more than you knew and Satoru found himself smiling into his pillow before drifting off to sleep again.
-
"It’s really cold outside." Huffing into your jacket as you walk up the forest path. "I wonder if the cherry blossom trees will bloom while we’re here."
You’re rambling away to fill up the silence between you, Satoru’s only giving you half heartedly answers, not actually paying attention.
"Sometimes I like to put on sexy underwear underneath my uniform, it makes me feel stronger when fighting curses."
"Sure, same here."
That confirms how out of it he actually is, you halt your movements and watch as he continue to walk.
Picking up a pine cone you toss it and hit him right at the back of his head. "Hey! What the fuck was that?"
"Sorry." You shrug with a grin on your face and he shoots you an annoyed look from behind his glasses. "Bully." He mumbles and turn his back to you and starts walking again.
You run up to his side and look at him curiously, wondering why he’s acting to weird and distant all of the sudden. For some reason you’re scared he’s angry at you.
"Satoru?" Gently tugging at his sleeve he reply with a ‘hn?’
"Are you okay?" He sigh and stops.
"Just a headache, i’m fine." Giving you a reassuring smile that didn’t seem genuine at all.
Deciding not to dwell on it more you walk in silence. You groan when a long staircase reveals itself before you, your legs still aching after yesterday.
"Can we take a little break?" Satoru nods and sits down on the step, long legs stretching out before him.
You sit next to him and notice how long his legs are compared to yours.
"Sorry for being so quiet, it’s just that I’ve overused my six eyes and since I cant turn them off it’s just really draining." He pinch between his brows with his fingers before rubbing his temples.
With little knowledge of the six eyes, all you know it’s a very rare gift and together with the limitless makes whoever wields it incredibly strong and powerful.
"We can go back and you can rest a little. Yaga-sensei said we had a week to complete this mission." None of you commented how your hand rubs his knee or that he slightly lean his knee more into your touch.
Even with his black glasses you could see how he was torn, he wanted nothing more than to just lay down with a blindfold on and sleep. Still, they were on a mission and they’d risk prolonging it if they turn back now.
"Let’s just finish scouting this area and then we’ll go back."
The steps felt less agonising than those yesterday, maybe because you didn’t have any luggage. Or because Satoru had been behind you and basically pushing you up as he walked.
"Fuck. Didn’t think someone so short would be this heavy." You give him credit for trying at least, but his tiredness too obvious in his voice.
You turn to look at him, finally on eye level with him because of the stairs. "Because I’m pure muscles you see." Flexing a scrawny arm at him which snuck out a little laugh from him.
"Yeah, yeah miss muscles. Turn that pretty little body of yours around and continue walking." Before you could do as told he had already spun you around, his hands lingering on your hips before they’re gone.
Continuing walking up you smile when you arrive at the last step. There’s a bench and you drag your companion to it and force him to sit and enjoy the view with you.
"Shoko and Suguru would’ve loved this place." You murmur and he agrees. "It’s really weird that they’re not here with us." Pointing out the elephant in the room for the first time.
You can’t see his eyes, but you feel him looking at you. "Yeah, I wonder what they’re doing right now."
"Want to call them and ask?" You pull up your phone and throw it to him. Out of sympathy for him you had avoided using your phone since his died, so you still had enough power to make a few phone calls. Turning the phone off between usage to save the battery.
Finally a heartfelt smile on his lips again and he excitedly dial Suguru’s number. Even if it’s saved in your contact, Satoru knows his best friend’s number by heart.
"Suguru! I’m alive. We’re alive. Sorry for just disappearing yesterday, my phone died and then—" Satoru looks at you asking for permission to walk further away to speak with his friend in privacy and you nod. "Just tell Suguru I said hi!" You shout after him.
-
Suguru had just finished a mission and is walking back to school when he see you calling him. He already knows that it was Satoru and smile when he answers.
Being Gojo Satoru’s best friend had its ups and downs. The dark haired boy found out early on that his friend was bad at understanding basic human behaviour.
Listening to Satoru try to explain these weird bodily occurrences and unable to figure out what the cause of them were. Suguru found it amusing how dense his friend could be at times.
His friend just described the feelings of being in love and somehow turn it into motion sickness or climate changes was hilarious. Suguru could only chuckle and he decides to let his friend figure this out himself. He couldn’t be that stupid.
"Ah, but Suguru I gotta go, my mission partner says hi as well. She demands her phone back so gotta go— oof, hey! I was just about to hang u—"
The call ended and Suguru shake his head, he couldn’t wait for you to come back. It was quiet without you two idiots.
-
"Thanks for the borrow." He toss the phone at you and you gracefully capture it, turning it off before placing it in your pocket.
"How are they doing back home?" Satoru in a much better mood talk about his conversation with Suguru, leaving out the parts about his ongoing motion sickness. He knew you’d only worry about him.
A spike of strong cursed energy starts to spread around behind you, you’re tempted to turn around, but that would only blow your cover. Satoru’s six eyes to see for the both of you and you feel safe knowing he’s there.
You feel him lean into you and wrap an arm around your shoulders, his warmth inviting and shelter you from the mountain draft. Your head rests on his chest and his heartbeats soothes your nerves.
The ominous aura is like a coat hanging over you and you do your best to seem unbothered. He pulls you closer to him, the touch welcoming, his hand combing through your hair.
"There’s something watching us from behind those trees." He whisper into your ear and a shiver runs down your spine, unsure if it’s from his warm breath or the slight fear running through your veins.
From behind it must look like he’s kissing you and you fall into the role of girlfriend to discreetly let him know that you want nothing more than to leave.
"Satoru-kun, you’re such a tease." Giggling as you nuzzle your nose into his neck. "We should wait until we’re in our room."
A little taken aback by your sudden acting, but he quickly follow your lead. "Sorry, princess. You’re just so cute." He turn his head to kiss your hair and discreetly glance into the bushes.
So quick it was impossible for the naked eye to capture, before looking forward again. "What do you say we go back to the ryokan and enjoy ourselves a warm bath? You’re shivering babe."
Relieved when he understood what you want and you may have pushed your luck when the next words exit your mouth. "Only if you carry me down the stairs, Satoru-kun."
You felt a pinch on your arm, he’s clearly displeased by your suggestion, but because of the situation he couldn’t deny it. Snickering inwardly as he knees in front of you, offering you his back.
"Yay, piggyback rides!" He huffs when you jump on him and wrap your arms around his neck. His arms grab your thighs hoisting you up in a comfortable position before your legs rest around his slim waist.
The further down the stairs you went you could feel the cursed energy slowly disappear. Satoru didn’t hesitate to drop you on the ground the moment he knew the curse couldn’t see you anymore.
"Hey, that hurt!" Pouting at him, but Satoru couldn’t care less about your pain. "That’s what you get for forcing me to carry your heavy ass down the stairs."
You try to look innocent, but your little devilish smirk gave you away. Standing up you’re about to walk when something heavy weights you down.
Gojo fucking Satoru with his almost two metre length now cradling your back like a little (huge) monkey. "My turn." you were thankfully done with the stairs and you decide that you’ll show him true strength.
His feet almost touching the ground and you constantly readjust your grip to not drop him. Even how tempting it was to return the favour.
Satoru is actually impressed that you carried him the rest of the way and like a koala he wrapped himself around you, his head resting on top of yours.
The migraine that had been boiling since this morning start to kick in and he close his eyes. Trusting you to get both of you back.
Burying his nose into your hair and try his best to sneak in a little sniff, not because he’s a pervert — it’s just the smell of your shampoo is really nice. No other reason.
"Satoru, we’re here."
"You liar, we’re not inside our room." You’re tempted to drop him at his childish remark, but you knew he’s struggling with a headache and decide that he’ll get away this time, but only this time.
"Welcome back! How was your hike?" The boy you met yesterday smiles from behind the desk. You had learned his name to be Yun and he’s the grandson of the owners.
The ryokan had been in the family for many years, according to his grandparents all the way back to the heian era, but they had no documentation to prove that statement.
However it’s a great way to lure in tourists and during peak season they were usually swamped.
"Good day, Yun. It was a lovely hike, however the amount of stairs nearly killed me." You laugh politely and adjust your grip on the freeloader on your back.
"Did you guys see the natural hot springs? They are pretty close to the bench at the top of the stairs." You feel Satoru twitch a little at the boys words and you frown.
"We only stopped by the bench, my boyfriend isn’t feeling well so we decided to go back."
You say goodbye to Yun and drag yourself and Satoru along to your room, he’s humming in your ear in delight at the sight of your door.
The moment you close the door behind you, Satoru slides off your back and down to the floor, the migraine too painful now that he allowed himself to relax.
"Can you help me to the futon?" His voice weak and it’s obvious how much of his pride it took to ask you that favour.
He leans on you and you help him kick off his shoes before walking him to the futon. He search his backpack and pull out bandages and painkillers.
You run to kitchen and pour a glass of water for him, almost as if you read his mind. He thanks you and swallow the painkillers and remove his sunglasses. He hope to be able to lay down and rest before the nausea kicks in.
"Sorry, but I’m going to be out of it for a few hours. Hope you don’t mind." With precise movements he wrap the bandage over his eyes, now in only his t-shirt and boxers. Pulling the duvet over his head to keep as much light out.
You hope that some rest would help him, this mission will fail without him. With a frown you observe the faint grunts from underneath the duvet.
"I’m going to the bathhouse, you just relax. Anything else I can do before I leave?"
"Could you open the door to the porch? And cover any light source?" You do as he told, his voice giving you no indication he’s in the mood for any jokes.
"Thank you." His voice soft and you smile at how sweet and polite he can be. You close the door behind you and walk over to the bathhouse.
-
This time there were other guests here and you feel a little self conscious potentially being naked in front of strangers. Luckily there’s only a group of old ladies chatting in a corner.
"Oh, what a young and beautiful girl we have here. Are you the one with that handsome boy?" Despite their questions being very direct and private, you sense only kindness.
"Yes, I’m with the tall boy with the sunglasses."
They’re closer to eighty, but your answer make them squeal like teenagers. "Oh come join us!"
At first you were hesitant to join them, but as the conversation starts to flow you’re finding the company enjoyable.
Being an extrovert by nature, you didn’t mind chatting up strangers. Which is probably why you were sent on this mission alongside Satoru.
In order for an undercover mission to succeed, you’d need to be able to act natural and open. People tend to be suspicious of those who stay quiet or act mysterious.
"Neh, did you hear about those disappearances?" One of the ladies whisper, her friend shoves her shoulder gently to stop her from scaring you.
"If she had she and her boyfriend probably wouldn’t have come here." Shooting her friend a strict frown.
Curiousity taking over you as you indulge further into the topic. "Disappearances? What do you mean?"
The three women exchange looks, contemplating if they should tell you or not. Nodding at each other, one of them speak.
"During the last couple of months, an eerie shadow started to linger over this mountain and in that time people have been disappearing. Young couples." She stop for a second "young couples like you and your companion."
"Does anyone know what it is?" Cursing yourself for not saying ‘who’ it is, because any normal person would assume it’s humans and not some supernatural beings.
"No, but they say somewhere around the mountains natural hot springs a silhouette of a child wanders around. It’s a bad omen to see it."
You felt chills all over your body, nothing’s creepier than children walking around in the fucking woods.
"Oooh, scary! Luckily I have my big and strong boyfriend to keep me safe." You faux squeal before laughing, the ladies laugh with you and they blush at the thought of your handsome boyfriend.
"You really are one lucky girl, when I saw you two yesterday arrive at the ryokan I couldn’t help but admire you. Such a pretty girl and a sexy ma—" her friend again shoves her in the side. Apparently she was the chatty one, you take notes to make sure you ask her if you want to know more.
"Ah yes, they truly look perfect together. Reminds me of me and my late husband." The other chips in.
"Do you guys know if there’s happened anything recently? Me and Satoru-kun was planning on going to those hot spring during our trip, but now I don’t know." You should get an award for your acting.
"It’s been over a month now since last time, but that’s mostly because young couples tend to avoid coming here now." A sad look on her face as she continues.
"I remember this ryokan used to be filled with young couples in love, especially during the spring season. Now it’s mostly us old folks reminiscing their past and soaking in the bathhouse."
You place a soothing hand on her shoulder and smiles, she probably thought about her late husband.
In an attempt to find an excuse to say goodbye you thank the sun for setting. "I have to go back to my boyfriend, thanks a lot for the chat."
"Be careful and don’t go out when it’s dark outside." She meant well, but it was still spooky the way she said it. Old ladies had a tendency to sound scary even when they don’t intend to.
"Oh! Don’t forget to come to the party being held in a few days! A lot of people from town are coming so you’ll have a chance to chat up younger folks." You thank the woman for the information and when you walk past the lobby you ask Yun about it. He hands you a brochure, nodding politely at him.
-
Back in your room, Satoru is still in his little ‘coma’ and you tiptoe your way to the kitchen. Setting the kettle on to make yourselves some tea. While the water boils you walk over to him and you poke his cheek lightly.
"Are you still alive?"
He grunts and you see him frown underneath the bandages. "Yes." He didn’t sound sleepy, only annoyed.
"Did your little therapy session help?"
"A little."
He sits up and remove the bandages before joining you in the sitting area and gladly accept the tea. You watch as he adds not one, not two and not three, but five sugar cubes to it.
"That’s basically just syrup at this point." The corner of his mouth twitch at your comment. Taking a sip from his sweet sugary tea he peak at you and winks.
"You said you’ve learned something? Care to share with the class?"
He seems to be in better shape now, judging by the lighter tone in his voice, less restraint when he speaks. You’re glad, this missions would fail without him.
You share everything you learned from the ladies and Satoru listens intently and he drink every single word just like the tea before him. His facial expression change as he chews on the new information.
Satoru’s reaction is the same as yours when you mention the child roaming the woods at night, you both shiver dramatically.
"But that’s actually interesting." He interrupts, his chin resting in his palm and head slightly tilted to the side. His eyes look like they’re searching for something and then they land on you.
Your heartbeat quicken from the surprise eye contact. "Don’t you think it’s weird that the boy at the reception kept mentioning those hot springs knowing about the disappearances?"
You think of Yun, and you did want to object to whatever Satoru was implying, but you aren’t stupid. When Satoru put it like that, it’s very obvious that the boy is suspicious."
"We’ll go there tomorrow night. After the reception closes. My eyes still aches a little so I’m gonna need my beauty sleep."
Soft giggles escape your mouth, Satoru could be such a princess at times and he was doing it on purpose because he knew how funny you found it. You lightly shove his shoulder before taking the empty cups to the sink.
Surprised at the sudden contact when Satoru stands behind you, his body pushes against your back and force you to hold the counter for support. "Wha—?"
"Sorry, needed a glass." You wonder why he lingered, even with the glass in his hand and you turn around to face him. That resulted in your head bumping into his chin and a low crack’s heard.
"Ah, fuck. You’re really intent on harming me constantly on this mission." His hand rubs his chin and he frown down at you — still very close — and you try to hide a snicker.
With a yelp you feel yourself pushed even closer to the counter, the edge of digging into your back and you look up to see Satoru’s mouth formed into a devilish smirk.
He leans over you to pour water in the glass, without breaking eye contact as he does. Your hands feel clam and when he moves you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.
A little while later you both went to the bathhouse wardrobes to brush your teeth and use the toilet.
On your way back to the room you bump into Satoru who exit the male wardrobe. Naturally you walk together to your room, but only one of you noticed the pair of eyes looking at you from a distance.
"Ladies first." His arm out to allow you to enter first, you bow as a thanks and run to the futon and cover yourself in the duvet. Exhaling in delight at the warmth around you.
Last night had gone well and you felt less nervous about sharing the futon or the duvet this time around. You even dared to lay a little closer to the middle this time.
"Satoru?"
You hear him shuffle beside you and grunts a low ‘hn’. He’s wearing the bandages over his eyes again.
"Why do you think the curse is after young couples explicitly?" You turn to look at him and even without seeing his eyes you could tell they were open as he face the ceiling.
"I’ve been thinking about that, but right now I can’t really know for sure. We’ll investigate further tomorrow. Maybe you could chat with the boy?" Satoru had observed how smitten the boy was by you, he didn’t blame him. You’re a really pretty girl with a kind heart, and on rare occasions could be funny.
"I can try, but I’m not really sure how to do it without rising any suspicions."
"You’re a clever one, you’ll figure it out. Good night."
"Good night ‘Toru."
Without realising what you just called him you turn on your side, your back to him and close your eyes. Leaving the boy next to you with slightly faster heartbeats.
I should see Shoko about this, might not be motion sickness after all. Probably something worse like a heart attack.
-
Before leaving your room, the thought of wrecking something was temping, but you didn’t want to risk an ear-lashing from Yaga-sensei.
While your mission is to extract information from Yun and it shouldn’t be too difficult if Satoru’s statement about the boy being smitten by you, you still had to be clever about it. The boy didn’t seem stupid and if he truly is related to the disappearances he’ll quickly catch on.
After grinding your brain for ideas, a lightbulb lit above your head. A weeping, heartbroken and vulnerable girl would most definitely lure him in — if he’s smitten by you, that is.
You rub, poke and do your best to make your eyes swollen and puffy. With one look in the small mirror you smile confidently at your efforts. Pinching your nose as a last finishing touch before walking to the reception.
"Good morning, miss!— oh, are you okay?" Bingo.
"M-morning, Yun-kun. I’m fine, I guess." A faint blush on his cheeks at your added ‘-kun’ on his name.
He works up courage to join you on the bench, keeping a respectable distance. When he’s not standing behind the counter on the stool you notice how short he really is. Too short for his age, he appears younger and you almost feel bad for tricking him. Almost.
"Where’s your boyfriend?" Young and naive, he still haven’t learned how to conceal the jealousy in his voice when the word ‘boyfriend’ left his lips.
Wiping a non-existent tear you sigh. "We… had a fight and he went out."
"Sorry if this is very unprofessional of me, but he seems like a jerk. The way he made you carry him yesterday." You hide your snort with a sob and look at him.
"It’s okay, you’re kinda right. He really is a jerk. Now he went to those hot springs you talked about by himself." You notice a slight shift in the boy at the mention of the hot springs.
"Really?" His tone shifts and you see him nibbling on his lower lip with his teeth.
"Maybe I should go after him. What do you think, Yun-kun?" Yun thinks for a minute and his face turn into a polite smile.
"I think that’s a great idea." There’s something in his expression that you struggle to read. "But the hot springs are usually very crowded at these hours, if you want it to be more romantic you should go later."
Satoru was right, something about this boy is suspicious, but you had him reeled in and you take advantage of the moment.
"Yun-kun, you’re really mature for your age. Why is that?" Blushing at your words, his fingers fiddle with the fabric of his shirt.
"M-my grandparents I guess, after my parents walked out on me they took me in. Giving me work and helping me with my studies."
The mention of parents intrigued you and you took a chance at digging further.
"That’s really nice of them, but sorry I couldn’t help my curiosity. You say your parents walked out on you? Why?"
You notice Yun’s eyes turn glossy and his lips tremble. "They had me at a pretty young age and somehow figured it was better for my grandparents to raise me." The way your hand naturally fell onto his shoulder to stroke it affectionately put him at ease.
"That must’ve been really terrible, thank you for sharing with me. How old were you when it happened?" Oh no, too obvious. You think and quickly add "I mean me and Satoru are thinking of having children ourselves, but we’re still only teenagers."
Hoping you managed to save yourself, Yun look at you and as he’s about to speak, a door opening interrupts you.
In walks Satoru and his eyes land on you and Yun, he frown at your hand on the boys shoulder. "Heh, trying to steal my girlfriend?" He smirks and Yun quickly stands up and bows.
"Oh, no! Sorry about that sir. We were just talking." Swiftly he move behind the counter and smile politely. Satoru looks at you with curiosity before his gaze turn to Yun.
You’re both surprised when Yun suddenly speak in a low voice. "Maybe if you treat her better and stop being a jerk you wouldn’t have to worry about people trying to steal her."
Speechless Satoru turn to you, and notice your puffy and red eyes. He assumes it’s part of some plan and he kneels in front of you to cup your cheek. "Babe, have I done something wrong?" You know he’s only acting, but there’s a sincerity his eyes and you can’t help the little clench in your chest.
"She’s sad because you went to the hot springs alone." Yun speak in a not-so-polite tone and you’re able to tear your eyes from Satoru’s.
"It’s okay Yun-kun, thanks for the back up. But I need to talk to my boyfriend alone."
Yun gives you an assuring smile as you and Satoru walk to your room, Satoru figure having his arm around your shoulder would make it seem more authentic. He didn’t do it because he wanted to, it was purely acting.
At least that’s what he told himself.
-
Behind safe walls, Satoru can finally drop his act — or so you thought, but his arm still lingers over your shoulders. You catch yourself leaning slightly into him, but that seems to make him aware of the touch.
He quickly pulls away, clearing his throat before speaking. "So, I’m a jerk boyfriend?" Satoru hope his smile conceal his warm cheeks.
"After you said Yun seemed to like me, I thought maybe that would be a gateway to get him to open up to me, it was a gamble to be honest." You grin at your own genius mind, Satoru can’t help himself and his large hand ruffles your hair.
"You really are a clever little girl." The hint of flirtation in his voice didn’t go unnoticed, but you found yourself enjoying his tone far more than you normally would’ve.
"There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me." Your voice coated in the same flirtatious tone and you’re bathing in his flustered reaction.
"Come on, I’ll make some tea and we’ll talk about our day, almost like a proper couple." you turn your back to him with a heated face. You sounded way more confident than you actually are.
Both seated at the table, munching on the snacks Satoru had bought on his own investigation. Apparently he had gone downtown to ask around, and the stall selling sweets proved too tempting for him to ignore.
No shock that Satoru had easily gained information from a group of girls — filling you with a sour feeling, but you’re not going to met him know that.
"Something wrong?" Without realising that your face had turned into a pout, you’re quick to shoot him a grin.
"Oh, nothing. Go on." You wave an awkward hand before chewing on your strawberry pocky. Satoru smirks, it felt like he saw right through you.
Without his sunglasses you feel even more exposed when his blue eyes look at you like that, a stare you don’t expect from a friend…
You reach for the bag of mochi and your hand touch his, both of you let it linger before pulling back. His warm skin to yours sent sparks through your skin and you cover your mouth with the hand, attempting to hide the embarrassment.
With the smirk still playing in his lips he pops a mochi between his lips without breaking eye contact. You don’t either and suddenly the mood switch.
"Do you really think I’m a jerk boyfriend?" The question takes you by surprise.
"What?"
He faux pout without breaking his smirk. "I mean, I did spend the day flirting with a lot of cute girls."
The way his eyes pull you in and his dreamy orbs peak from behind long lashes, your breath hitch. You want to just ask him what’s gotten into him, but no words come out.
Subconsciously you closer to him — he’s also moving closer, finally able to tear your eyes from his, only to land on his lips.
So close now you can feel his breath on your face, sweet like the chocolate mochi he had only minutes ago devoured.
You feel his hand gently brush the hair from face, a hitch in your breath turn his gaze to your lips. His hand trail down to the back of your neck, tickling the skin lightly.
Right now, you want nothing more than for him to pull you into him, even though you know you shouldn’t. He’s your friend, you’re on a mission and it’s all just an act.
Still.
You allow yourself to be pulled in, closing your eyes in anticipation — his lips almost grazing yours before a loud bang is heard from outside.
Satoru turn to the windows, his six eyes almost making out the culprit. He could see someone running away, they’re quick.
On his feet he walk over to the window, staring out with a deep frown. Whoever what or who that was, they had managed to sneak around his six eyes — or had he just been too distracted?
"Legolas, what do your elf eyes see?" His attention turn to you, standing next to him now.
"They’re taking the hobbits to Isengard." The way your nose slightly scrunge when you snort is too cute.
"No, but seriously do you see anything?"
He crouch his back slightly and squint, looking like an old man and you can’t help but laugh.
"Whatever it was, my six eyes can’t see it anymore, but by the sound of it my guess is someone crashing into something."
Covering the windows with the curtains he sigh. "We should prepare for our mission, the earlier we investigate the faster we can go to sleep."
-
The reception is closed and no Yun in sight, the air around you almost creepy and you shudder. You keep eyeing the man next to you nervously — the way his hand had grazed your skin, his lips almost on you and you can’t help wonder if he’s also just as affected.
Satoru had been more quiet than usual, lost in his thoughts when you walk through the front door of the lobby. He wants to say he regret his actions, but that would be a lie.
He only regret being interrupted, because somehow now — his body wants nothing more than to kiss his mission partner, behind closed doors.
He’s confused about you, what you thought and felt when he leaned in. You must’ve known his intentions, why didn’t you stop him? What would’ve happened?
He remember the moment he entered the lobby and saw your teary eyes look at him, causing a feeling of distress to erupt inside him. An urge to wipe your tears away and hug you tightly overwhelmed him, but when he saw the boy comforting you he assumed it wasn’t real.
It was just an act and his mind eased up, after you shared your plan, he couldn’t help frown at the thought of you thinking he would be a jerk boyfriend. That thought left a bitter taste in his mouth.
"Satoru wait!" lost in his thoughts he failed to realise he was way ahead of you, your shorter legs struggling to keep up.
Stopping at the last step he turn to look at you, panting, sweating and swearing as you fight your way up the staircase.
"Are you fucking deaf? Did you forget that not everyone has freakishly long legs?" Satoru just stare at you dumbfounded.
Had he really just walked those steps without realising it? Imagine if something had happened, would he have been able to notice it? Slapping his cheek attempting to keep his focus.
You finally caught up with him and you slump down on the ground like a child, trying your best to catch your breath. "I mean, these stairs have been the toughest part of this mission."
Satoru squat down next to you and pat your head with a gentle smile. "There there, you did good." He coos and you stick out your tongue at him. "Now stop being so dramatic and let’s go." Teasing smirk on his lips before pulling you up from the ground.
You’re lighter than expected and with a little too much force you crash into him, both your hands on his chest supporting you. The hot breath in your ear make you jump, but he holds you still.
"I feel something." It took you a hot minute to realise what he had actually meant. You feel it too now, the same presence as yesterday.
"What do we do?" Whispering back and you feel his hold tighten even more. It’s dark outside — and even as a sorcerer you can’t help but be afraid, because you’re too aware of what lurks in it.
"We should keep up the act as a couple, so just act like we’re on some creepy date or whatever."
In a swift motion he lifts you up in his arms bridal style and you let out a surprised squeak. His action made your stomach tickle and you giggle. You’re not sure if it’s acting or not at this point.
"Ah, ‘Toru!" You whine lovingly and wrap your arms around his neck. "What? Can’t I carry my future wife?" He nuzzle his nose into your neck and you hear him whisper again.
"I’ll let you down when we pass that huge cherry blossom tree." Thankful for his six eyes you feel more safe in his arms.
Strong arms…
You gaze up at him and from this angle his jaw appears even sharper and his lips fuller, imagining how those lips would feel against yours.
After passing the tree he spoke of he gently put you down and carefully take in the surroundings, it’s very dark and little to no light source except for the moon and stars.
"Can I hold your hand?" The ominous aura surrounding you makes you even more frightened than normal.
Without question his hand finds yours — large and warm it wraps and his fingers intertwine with your smaller ones. A soothing squeeze was enough to calm your nerves.
You walk further up, the sound of hot springs close by, a sound usually comforting, but right now only ads to the creepy atmosphere.
Trees rustle, causing you to hold onto him, seeking comfort behind his large stature.
"I’m here, you’re safe." He murmurs in your head before looking ahead again.
You know the safest place right now is next to your friend. He was the strongest after all, even though you tease him a lot for calling himself that. The statement is true and everyone knows that.
If you were to state more facts about Gojo Satoru, one of them would be that he’s a very likeable person and that’s why you enjoys his company. To you, Satoru is a really good friend and classmate, but right now his role in your life is starting to change.
You rarely hold hands with Suguru or Shoko, and when you do — your stomach never flutters as it does now.
It could probably be those stairs too, being around Satoru sometimes makes you feel like you’ve climbed a thousand stairs.
"Whatcha thinking ‘bout?" Satoru took notice of your silence, he can’t help worry if you’re okay. He knows of your fear of the dark and by the way you’re counting to his arms — which he doesn’t mind — it’s obvious you want nothing more than to leave.
"Stairs."
"Stairs? Why?" he can’t help but be amused by your answer, not really what he thought would occupy your pretty little head.
"I’ve experienced increased heartbeat and shortness of breath ever since we got here, and sometimes my face feels warm. I suspect it must be because of all the stairs."
Satoru can’t help but giggle at your weirdness at times. "Maybe you should start exercising more?" You lightly shove him with your body and he shoves you back — lightly as well.
The hot springs come into view and they appears almost magical. That eerie feeling gone and you can’t feel any cursed energy or that presence around.
You meet Satoru’s eyes and he confirms that he also notice the lack of presence. "Weird." You comment and he nods. "Let’s just go with the plan for now and see what happens." His voice barely a whisper.
"Wow, Yun was right. They’re really amazing!" You let go of his hand to run up to them. "Maybe we should try?" Satoru quickly scan the area to make sure the coast is clear.
"If you promise to keep your hands to yourself this time." You blush at his sudden comment remembering the first night in the bathhouse.
"You’re not going to be naked this time!" You turn your back to him hiding a furious blush.
"So in order for you to not grope me, I need to wear clothes? Make sure to remind to tell Shoko to not let you visit me in the hospital if I ever get hurt.
"Shut up. I said I’m sorry and you forgave me, let’s just forget about it." You start to undress, but you leave your t-shirt on.
Dipping a careful toe into it before you let your whole body soak in the warm waters. Satoru down to his boxers slips in next to you.
"Wow look at the view!" Lights from the city can be seen below, but it was the clear starry sky that took your breath away.
The moonlight illuminating the forest and Satoru found himself admiring how the light compliments your skin.
His thoughts interrupted when his six eyes pick up a weak source of cursed energy nearby. He gently nudge at your shoulder and you look at him as he point with his eyes behind you.
‘Do you sense something?’ You mouth silently to him he nods in confirmation. Fighting the urge to look over your shoulder, you decide to creep closer to him instead.
Now you could sense it too and you feel shivers running down your spine. "Satoru, how close?"
According to your plan, you’d stay here until Satoru could get a good look on the curse without blowing your cover.
So right now you were deliberately sitting with your backs against the trees and with the sound of the hot spring deafening your voices.
"It’s closing in, but I don’t sense any threatening intent, seems like it’s just observing for now." He didn’t notice that his arm was already wrapped around your shoulders, not until you were leaning closer into him.
He rest his cheek on your head and his fingers gently stroke up and down your arm. "It’s really close. Just watching us." Murmuring softly and you tremble slightly, not sure if it’s because of the curse, the cold breeze or the way his fingers trails up and down your arm.
You jump slightly at the sound of a branch breaking behind you. Turning your head to see, but Satoru’s hand stops you, holding your head still by cupping your cheek — forcing you to look at him.
He move his lips closer and just when you think he’d kiss you, he move further and whisper in your ear. "Don’t look."
Your chest painful from the intense heartbeats and you swallow nervously. His cheek touches your cheek and you let out a heavy breath.
It felt like you had walked up all those stairs again.
"You’re trembling." He coos and you feel yourself growing dizzy at the constant whispering in your ear. It felt too intimate and your thighs rubs against one another.
"To be honest, I’m scared." He pull you into a hug and you can feel his heart beating against your ear.
"Let’s go back."
He release you and stands up, your eyes can’t help but follow the water droplets rolling down his body. Shivering from the night air against your wet skin, your t-shirt clings to your body and your jacket barely gave any protection.
For the first time you’re actually glad to see the stairs. That meant you’re soon back at the ryokan and away from whatever is lurking in those woods.
"We should hurry back before we risk catching a cold." You huff and power walk down the stairs with Satoru right behind you.
"Hey! Carefu—" he calls out when you miss your step and fall forward.
Closing your eyes as you prepare yourself for the fall, but a strong hand prevents you from falling — capturing your waist in a firm grip.
"How about we try and stay on our feet instead of throwing ourselves off the stairs?"
A hint of flirt in his teasing voice.
"Yeah." Too stunned to speak you stare into his eyes. You’re breathing heavily from the fear of falling — or the fear of falling for him.
He pulls you to him and for a moment you thought you only imagined it when he crash his lips against yours.
The moment of rush and intensity blurred your mind — your hands wraps themselves around his neck for more support and you answer his chaste kiss passionately.
Satoru lose his steady footing for a second and sits down on the step, not breaking the kiss. You straddle his lap and grab his head by his snowy locks — bringing him closer to you.
His hand snake up your back, the touch tingling as he softly trace his palm up and down your spine — leaving goosebumps on your already shivering skin.
Out of breath you both pull away and you lean your forehead against his. He didn’t say anything and neither did you.
"Let’s go, the air here is so thick from the curse." You remove yourself from his lap, your head feels light and your pulse throbbing so much it’s deafening.
"Yeah." He answer with a breath.
Satoru watch your back for a second as you continue down the stairs, his motion sickness is back, not so sure if it’s motion sickness he’s feeling.
-
Neither of you had said anything since then, a thick silence looms over you, it’s almost suffocating. You gaslight yourself into thinking he kissed you as part of the mission — that the curse had lingered around and he wanted to make sure your cover was not blown.
The few glances you had dared to shoot at Satoru made you uncertain — his expression unreadable and for the first time a feeling of nervousness around him arises.
Satoru had gone to the showers without any words — needing some time to digest what had just happened.
He let out a sigh of reliefs as the warm water touch his skin — and for a moment he just stood there. His finger trace his lips absently while the man is deep in thoughts.
Question his own action, why had he kissed you? The curse was not around, no one was around. Just the two of you alone. Just him and his classmate, friend and mission partner.
The feeling of your hands in his hair still lingers — the way your lips had answered his with such passion. His other hand move down to stroke his hard member.
Thankful no one else is in the showers, the stroking escalates. He tighten his grip and starts to pump — begging for some relief. His bottom lip between his teeth, stopping himself from making too much noise.
Images of your face, voice, body taking up every inch of his brain — he imagine how your hand would feel. How big it must look against them — much smaller and petite compared to his own.
"Fuck.." Satoru’s heavy breathes fill the empty room, only the sound of the shower there to cover some of his shame.
Vigorous pumps — his thumb pressing on the throbbing head with waving pump and then a loud moan along with your name slips out of his mouth. Eyes clenched shut and he relish in the feeling of release — thinking of you and only you.
Satoru clean up his scene of crime, finishing his shower and wrap the white robe the ryokan offered around him. He left in such a haste earlier he forgot to bring spare clothing.
Back at the room he could see your sleeping form on the futon, your breathes steady signalising you’re asleep.
Both of you had long forgotten about asking for a spare futon and at this point there was no point. Halfway through your mission already and sharing a futon hadn’t been too bad.
Trying his best to slip under the duvet without waking you — but sadly as a sorcerer you were a light sleeper, just like him.
"Did you find out anything about the curse?" The way your soft, sleepy voice ask him made his stomach tickle a little.
He then to face you, his eyes covered in bandages. You’re glad — looking into his mesmerising blue eyes right now would’ve made it harder to look at him.
"What the old ladies told you about it taking the shape of a child is correct. I couldn’t really tell the gender or specific age." Satoru chew on his bottom lip as he thinks.
"I can’t say for sure if the reception boy is involved, but he fit the description. Still, we have to figure the motive."
You remember now what Yun had told you about his parents and that you forgot to tell Satoru earlier.
"I might have something." You scratch your head apologetically as you share very vital information, hoping Satoru won’t get too angry with you.
"Did he say anything else?"
"No, but he said they were very young. The couples that disappeared were all teenagers to young adults…" he sigh and turn only his head in your direction.
"But one thing I don’t understand. Why didn’t the curse attack us?"
"I think it was waiting for the right moment. The curse appears intelligent and could be a possible unregistered special grade."
Subconsciously your body had moved a little closer to him while talking. "Do you think it could see through our covers? Sense our cursed energy?"
Satoru shakes his head and stretch slightly, his legs almost touching yours. "No, I think it would’ve either attacked or hidden if that was the case."
His damp hair lays flat over his face and you’re tempted to reach out and comb your hand through it. Even with his eyes covered you somehow feel his eyes on you.
"We should get some sleep and talk more tomorrow. I’m tired." He turn to lay on his back and your eyes linger on his face before you close yours.
-
Satoru is the first to wake up, when he tries to move his movements are halted by a smaller form next to him — or on top of him would be more correct.
He pull off his bindings to get a proper view — his heart skipping a beat at the sight before him. He remember you shiver last night and must’ve searched for a source of warmth.
Satoru being naturally warmblooded had drawn you to him. He can’t help himself as his hand move to stroke the hair out of your face — even with your mouth partially open drool drenching the fabric of his shirt, he thought you were beautiful.
After his revelation in the showers — at least that’s what he calls it, any other word would just make him feel like a pig. Satoru had realised it wasn’t motion sickness, it was you.
Now he understands why Suguru had laughed at his words in the phone — shit he would’ve laughed too. He’s aware that human interactions and emotions aren’t his strong suit, but he never thought he’s this dense.
A change in your breathing tear him out of thought, he realise his hand never stopped stroking your hair and face. When your eyelids twitch slightly, your eyelashes flutter before opening.
Satoru decide to do what any mature man would do when they wake up with a woman they like in their arms — pretend to be asleep.
Smacking your lips as you wake up, feeling your mouth is dry. You turn your face to wipe the drool from your mouth on your pillow — not opening your eyes, still enjoying the morning sleepiness.
However the pillow seems harder, firmer than usual, and the fabric not as soft like you remember.
Slowly opening your eyes, blinking a few times trying to take in your surroundings. Your breath stops as you realise the position you’re in. And with whom you’re in it with.
Your cheek squeezed against his chest and one arm loosely slung over his lower stomach — inside his shirt. Satoru didn’t have his blindfold on anymore and you peak up at this closed eyes.
His eyelashes so long they touch the apple of his cheeks, slightly flustered cheeks you must add. You try to gently remove your hand from the exposed skin of his stomach.
White strands of hair trailing from his navel and down to the waistband of his boxers, which hung a little low. His v-line in full view and you feel your thighs clench together.
Begging that he’s not awake enough to feel how your hand takes a little detour before leaving his body — tracing over his abs and down over his happy trail.
The duvet cover whatever is below the waistband of his boxers — luckily for Satoru. He’s painfully aware of your touches, and the semi-hard he had battled when he woke up to you against him was now back and fully awake.
For his own good, he had to ‘wake up’ before something that shouldn’t happen, happens. He move a little, his hand move to pull down his shirt before going for a full body stretch.
You don’t know this is the second time he’s stretching himself awake, and when his eyes fall on yours with a groggy gaze you blush, hard.
"Sorry!" Putting a distance between your bodies — covering your probably red face and mumble "You should’ve just pushed me away." expecting him to tease you like usual, you’re surprised when he lets out a soft chuckle.
"I didn’t really mind, don’t worry." Peaking between your fingers and your cheeks heats up at his gentle expression.
"However, my arm is pretty dead after that big head of yours slept on it." He stick out his tongue and you snort, relieved he didn’t make the situation weird or awkward.
"What’s the plan today?" You feel your cheeks have calmed down, hoping there’s no visible blush.
"I think we’ll save ourselves any more trips up to the hot springs and investigate the boy more instead. We have to be sure we’re correct before making any moves."
One of the reasons you and Satoru are excellent mission partners is how in synch your brains are. You’re known to complete your missions smoothly and successfully because of that.
-
You decided to get some breakfast at the café next to the ryokan. Finding a table at the innermost part to have some privacy.
Swaying your feet underneath the table because of the tall chair, you gaze out of the window while sipping on your smoothie.
"Ouch!" Your foot accidentally kicks Satoru’s shin — his exclamation makes you choke on your drink.
Satoru bends down to look under the table and notice how your short legs don’t reach down and he can’t help himself.
"Chair too high for the little hobbit?" You kick him again, this time on purpose. Satoru dramatically grab his leg with a faux groan and a little giggle escape your lips.
The sound of the bell ringing, averting your attention to the door. Three familiar faces walks inside. It’s the old ladies you talked to the other day and when they notice you they smile as they walk in your direction.
"Oh, look at those cute lovebirds enjoying their breakfast together. How are you dear? And you have to introduce us to this handsome young man!"
You’re about to answer, but Satoru stands up and introduces himself with a nauseating politeness in his voice. This cause the ladies to swoon and you roll your eyes at him.
"Satoru-kun, sit down please." He winks at you, making sure they see it before finding his seat again.
One of the ladies smile turn into a frown. "I saw you two walk up to those hot springs last night, that was very reckless of you."
You’re unsure how to answer, the fact they were out that late was weird and a little suspicious. Thankfully Satoru takes the initiative — again, and with a charming tone flaunts his long eyelashes at them.
"Sorry for worrying you, but it was my idea. A little selfish of me, but knowing my girlfriend is a scaredy-cat I wanted an excuse for her to hold onto me." He gives you a quick smile — genuine one before turning back to them.
The ladies ‘aww’ in unison, charmed by his words. He’s enjoying the attention a little too much and you’re about to say something when one of the ladies ask.
"How long are you staying at the ryokan?" Her tone innocent, but yet you sense something else — a hidden meaning behind her question.
You and Satoru exchange glances, he felt it too and you telepathically agreed on not to answer truthfully.
"We don’t really know yet, how about you?"
Something in the ladies eyes shifted slightly before one of them answered. "Oh, we live in the area."
"Oh, I thought you were on vacation here as well. How long have you been here?" Your voice chirpy, covering your tone of any suspiciousness. You take note of how they suddenly became more closed off.
One of the ladies mouth turn into a smile, a little restrained compared to before. "It’s been so many years, can’t really remember." Obvious that she wants this conversation to end, but you’re tempted to dig some more — until Satoru’s voice interject.
"Look at the time sweetie, we’re already late!" Satoru jumps up and takes your hand in his. "Sorry ladies, but I have a lovely date planned for my special girl."
Pulling you into him with his arm around your waist before placing a kiss on the top of your head.
About to take your leave, one of the ladies speaks. "Remember to join the party in the hotel restaurant this evening! Apparently a lot of young folks from downtown are going to come."
Thanking them you bow your head before letting Satoru guide you out the door. You wave a goodbye to the employer and lean into his body. Enjoying the closeness while you can as his ‘girlfriend’.
Outside you bump into Yun, he’s surprised to see you and he wince when his eyes meet Satoru’s. Last time they spoke Yun had accused him of being a bad boyfriend and a jerk.
A polite smile plastered on his face and he greets you as always, only a faint drop of sweat at the base of his hairline. "Hi there." He didn’t seem open for any small talk and he continue his walk.
When you enter the lobby you eye each other quickly, taking the advantage of Yun’s absents. Your eyes scan the room and when the coast is clear you start to snoop around — you behind the receptions desk.
You don’t really expect to find anything, but to your surprise you find a stack of pictures held together with a small rubber band.
Signalling him to come to you in a swift motion Satoru makes his way over, bending down next to you to look at what you found.
He grabs the pictures out of your hand and you give him a ‘huff’ — in return he just winks as he look through them.
Your shoulder touches his when you move closer to get a better look — unaware of the tiny smile on his lips.
Mostly family photos including Yun and what you assume are his grandparents, he’s younger in the photos, but not so much younger that the photos would be this torn at the edges.
Satoru stops at a photo that caught both your attention, a young Yun — he must’ve been around four or five years old in the photo. Standing next to him is a young couple holding each of his hand in theirs.
He flips the photo around and notice a timestamp, but it didn’t make sense at all — but at the same time it made perfect sense. The photo was taken in the late 80’s, and if that’s correct that would make Yun way older than he really is.
Despite the exciting found, Satoru’s eyes somehow fell on the slight cleavage showing when you bend over the way you do.
The next photo even more interesting, it’s Yun again. Only know he’s standing next to three girls — probably in their mid-twenties. Even with wrinkles and bad posture now, it was easy to recognise who they are.
"Shit, we need to hide." Before you could react you hear the sound of the lobby door open and the next moment you’re inside what you assume is a closet.
It’s dark, the only source of light is the one from the crack of the doors. Trying your best to not let the fact that Satoru’s body pressing against yours distract you.
The height difference causes your face to press into his chest, trying to speak only for him to hush you.
"It’s the boy." Satoru said in a low voices. He moves his arms up and rest his elbows on the wall behind you, his forearms framing your head.
You dare to look up at him. The closet is tight and the air heavy — you inhale sharply trying to not faint from lack of oxygen.
Satoru is facing the closet doors, but when he feels your eyes on him he turn to face you, only for his chin to clash with your head —biting his tongue in the process.
His expression combined with your situation causes you to giggle — Satoru try to silence you with a stern look only for it to have the opposite effect. Trying your best to stifle the laughter brewing in your chest, but it proves impossible.
Satoru realise the only way to shut you up is to move his hand to cover your mouth. The tiny breathes from you laughing tickles his skin. "Shhh, he’ll hear you." You tried, you really did, but you could no longer control your body.
"Just shut the fuck up—" the closet doors open and you both turn to face Yun, shock painting his features before turning into disgust.
"What are you doing?" Yun’s voice cry out in shock and embarrassment. "Y-you can’t do that in there, p-please leave!" Stuttering, his face painted red and horror.
Your cheeks heat up when you realise what he must’ve thought and your laughter long gone. You try to speak, stuttering your words — but luckily Satoru shoots in.
"Ah, sorry about that! We’ll leave." He drag you out with him and he doesn’t let go before you’re both inside the room.
You watch him kick off his shoes — back against you, unable to witness as you slowly slide down against the door.
"Sato—" he turns around at your voice cutting off mid-sentence to find your passed out. "Hey! Are you okay?"
His voice calls out your name while worried hands gently shake you, but when you don’t answer he panic.
Careful movements he takes off your shoes before sliding his arms under your knees and neck — you’re not heavy at all. He knew that, but he liked to tease you and see your reaction whenever he calls you heavy.
He place you on the futon, his hand flat on your forehead — sighing in relief when he doesn’t sense any fever. Two fingers on your throat he can feel your pulse throbbing faster than normal.
Suddenly you sit up in panic, looking around in confusion — wondering what happened. Satoru is sitting next to you, hand reaching out to your shoulder in an attempt to calm you.
"What happened?" You mumble and his thumb rubs in circles as he speaks.
"Don’t know, you were about to call out my name, but when I turned around you were out cold on the floor." Your eyes travel up to the worried frown between his brows.
"How long was I out?"
"Not even five minutes, I just placed you on the futon. Your pulse is very high though…" he is right, your pulse is high — and he’s the cause of that.
"Must’ve been the tight air in that closet, I remember being dizzy… sorry for blowing our cover by laughing."
None of you points out the way his hand had moved from your shoulder to your cheek — thumb still rubbing in soothing circles, but this time very close to your lips.
"Let’s get ready for tonight." You nod in agreement and hide your disappointment when his hand pulls away.
-
"Satoru! I just spoke with Yun and the ryokan has yukata’s for rent for their guests." You shout out to him sitting outside on the porch.
"And they have an open bar!" You exclaim in bliss.
"Please don’t drink too much, remember last time there was an open bar? Me and Suguru had to literally drag you home while you fought like a feral cat." He’s admiring the view while munching on some sweets, the cherry blossom trees are threatening to bloom any day now.
He thought about how beautiful you would look as the pink leaves fall around you, and the smile on your face as you relish in their colours. You had said on your first day here that you really wanted to see them bloom — and now so did he.
"Satoru?" He jump at your voice suddenly next to him. "I’m going to shower and get ready, the party is in 1 hour." The white haired boy only nods, still looking straight ahead.
After you left, he walks inside and slump down on the futon — on your side. The smell of you still linger and he inhale deeply before rolling over to his side.
"Ah fuck…" he breathes out and try his best to stop his hardening member. Maybe just a few strokes… a hand carefully slide down to relieve himself.
-
You’re touching yourself, moaning softly — the water pours over your naked form. His name slips out between your heavy breathes.
No one else was around, thankfully. The need to do something about the sexual frustration caused by your mission partner is now too urgent to not tend to.
One hand cups a breast while the other vigorously rub against your swollen bud. With the memory of his toned stomach from this morning still fresh — getting yourself off from the thought of what else he is hiding.
What would he do if he was here now? Would his large and strong hands find those spots that make your eyes roll?
Him pinning you against the shower wall, kissing you passionately as his big and hard cock slowly enter your warmth.
You’re so close now, the sweet feeling of release about to hit you, but you’re interrupted by other guests walking in, even with walls covering you — masturbating now is out of the question.
You finish the shower, sulking because now the pent up frustration only worse. The women give you a polite smile and you nod back — overhearing their conversation about the party.
On your way back to the room, you take a detour through the lobby to borrow yukata’s for you and Satoru.
Yun smiles at you politely, but you notice he’s more distant after the closet-incident. The yukata’s are very simple and they’re onesized.
You’re tempted to pick the light blue for Satoru, but somehow the green one draws your attention. You never see him in green — and now you really want to.
For yourself you choose a pink yukata, hoping that would encourage the trees to bloom. Thanking Yun for the help before walking back to your room.
The room is empty and you frown, but then you notice his slippers are gone and you assume he must’ve gone to the showers.
You open the mini fridge and notice the bottle of sake, humming in delight you pour yourself a cup.
Satoru emerges through the door just in time to witness you down your fourth cup of sake, your cheeks tainted pink from the alcohol effects. "Maybe slow down a little." He takes the cup and pour himself one and pour it down quickly.
You’re not drunk, but also not sober. Being a lightweight you’re easily affected — and you notice your words slur a little when you speak.
"I got us clothes. The green one is yours." Almost singing your words you usher him to put it on. He drink another cup of sake before grabbing the fabric in his arms.
"Let me know when it’s on so I can help adjusting it." You sip on a new cup of sake and try to suppress your little giggles.
"Alright, ready. And pour another one for me as well, gotta keep up if you’re keep drinking at this pace." Of course his six eyes saw you secretly drinking and you huff with a small laugh.
"I just knew this shade of green would suit you." Humming a little as you admire your handiwork. You tap the fabric with a smug look on your face.
Satoru has an amused expression when he sees your face, a faint blush from the alcohol brushes over your cheeks. He drank the whole cup in one go before going to pour himself one more cup.
Little did he know that he himself also is a lightweight, rarely — almost never did he drink alcohol, the taste too bitter for his sweet tooth.
He shakes the almost empty bottle and look into the fridge to find more while you get dressed.
There were several different tiny shot bottles, vodka, tequila and sambuca. Contemplating if he should go for them or a new bottle of sake.
"Fuck it, shots it is." He mutter to himself, taking one bottle of each before he turn to you.
"’Toru! I’m ready." Just like your voice — posture also childish, he snorts a little before he notice your appearance.
"Fuck." you stood before him with your yukata open, revealing your white laced underwear — shameless he must add.
He had seen you naked before, but this time it was different. In the bathhouse he avoided looking too much at your exposed form out of respect. However now you seem to want him to look. Satoru bite his lip as he eye you from top to bottom — when he meets your eyes there’s a hint of seductive in your humorous expression.
"Enjoying the view?" His mouth agape as you twirl around, sipping on your sake with a smirk.
"Oh my god, please stop drinking." He walks up to you and quickly tighten the yukata — covering you up for your (his) own good.
"So if I need to stop drinking, what about those tiny bottles behind your back?" Quick movement you sneak your arms around his waist and snatch a bottle from him.
"Hey, you little sneak!" Giggling like a child as you run away from him, opening the bottle and swallow the contents swiftly — you wink at him in victory and Satoru shakes his head with a disbelieving smile.
Your face turn into a grimace when the taste of the sambuca fills your mouth. "Bleurgh, why did you give me this one."
"First of all, you took it from me. Second, we need to go over our plan before the party." Before you’re too drunk to function. He let out the last part of his sentence.
"Alright, boss. What’s the plan?" You sneak your way to the fridge and open the second bottle of sake. This time you take a sip straight from the bottle to Satoru’s frustration.
He snaps it out of your hand and wave his finger in a ‘no,no’ motion. You know he’s trying his best to be serious — yet his smile gives away how much he’s enjoying himself as well.
Just like you, Satoru also takes a sip from the bottle. He cringe at the taste — just like every time the bitterness fills his mouth.
You gave your best efforts to focus on his words, but your eyes couldn’t help staring at his lips. Satoru notice — but right now it’s more important to get this over with.
"Let’s go outside and sit, fresh air would be nice right now. Here, take this." He hands you a water bottle and you take it with a huff.
Sitting down on each of your sun-beds, but facing forward as you talk. You’re still not too overwhelmed by the alcohol and still able to process information. Kind of.
Satoru had grown suspicious of the old ladies after the encounter at the café, even more after the picture of them and Yun. They’re connected and tonight you’ll talk to some locals in hope to learn more.
Done with going over the mission — and the water bottle half empty you gladly pour down some sake. "You’re unbelievable." He reach out his hand for the bottle, taking a sip himself.
"Let’s save this for later and take these instead." He hands you the small tequila bottle and clank it against his vodka bottle before you empty their contents.
"Alright, let’s go."
-
"A strawberry daiquiri please!" Satoru shakes his head, he had given up trusting you to stay on mission the moment you parked yourself on a stool by the bar.
You figured chatting up the bartender and whoever came to order drinks would be most effective — also you could just sit and enjoy yourself with little to no efforts.
Busy entertaining a few girls on the other side of the room — his eyes still follow your every movement. He knows it’s part of the mission, but he didn’t enjoy how the bartender is obviously flirting with you.
You’re slurring on your words and Satoru decide to join you — in case you’ll blow your cover.
"Make it two." He holds up two fingers and sits down next to you.
He smirks and discreetly gives the bartender a ‘she’s with me’ look — the guy nods in apologise before making your drinks.
He had gathered enough information to finally relax and join you in your mischiefs. "You good?" An arm snakes itself around your form, leaning in to whisper in your ear.
"Learn something?" He feels you nod in response, good. Now he can truly relax.
The bartender places your drinks in front of you and you cheer in delight — straw already in your mouth. Your lips pucker around as you suck up the contents; a little too fast.
"Sweetie, maybe you should take it easy?" He cup your hand into his on the counter and you playfully pout at him.
"Maybe you should catch up? Slowpoke." he decides then and there that it was on.
"Fine, bring it on. May I please order 8 shots of tequila, salt and limes?" The bartender smiles and starts to pour.
You clap your hands and cheer when Satoru starts shotting, which brings an idea to your mind, Satoru notice your cheeky smile and gulps. I’m in danger. He chuckles.
Indeed he was because before he knew it, you lay down on the floor with the yukata opened enough for you belly to be exposed. Satoru swallow hard.
People stands around cheering for him to go for it and he looks at you to make sure you’re really ok with it.
Bad move, your expression is almost erotic if you squint — flustered cheeks and a playful smirk. "Come on, go for it ‘Toru!" He swallow hard again before pouring the tequila in your belly button.
Licking the line of salt between your ribs and down to your navel — his lips pucker around the crevice and sucks up the tequila, his tongue lick inside making sure every drop is gone. He could swear a moan escaped your mouth.
With the lime ready in hand he bite down to dampen the tequila taste. When he’s done he quickly cover you up, the thought of people looking at your body annoying him.
"Gimme gimme." Your hands grab two of the shots and you pour them down without salt or lime.
Satoru felt warm all over and the effects of the alcohol taking over. "Want to dance?" You nod and he takes you by the hand to the dance floor.
To your surprise, Satoru seems to know what he’s doing and you let him take the lead. He spins you around and you giggle, your stomach tickling at the sensations.
He pull you into him, his hands resting on your hips and you wrap yours around his neck. You blame it on the alcohol when you tiptoe up to place a kiss on his lips.
Taken by surprise he stare at you for a moment before he softly smiles and return your kiss. The kiss awakens a need in you, a need you weren’t able to satisfy earlier in the shower.
Satoru felt your kiss growing more intense — your tongue begging for access with hunger. Your tongues intertwine — teasing around in a seductive dance.
Your soft moans becomes too much and before he lost complete control and took your right here and now on the dance floor — he use his last bit of restraint to break the kiss lean into your ear.
"Come with me." Out of breath you only nod and let him pull you with him.
-
The door shuts behind you and in a blink of an eye Satoru takes your face in his hands and pull you in for another kiss.
He push your back against the door hard — without breaking the kiss, hands firmly on your hips.
"We shouldn’t do this…" he pants between your kisses, his actions is not true to his words.
"You’re right." You don’t stop either, the aching between your legs is now in control.
Satoru move to place kisses from your mouth to your jawline and down your throat. He lightly suck on the skin — careful to not leave any marks.
His hands move to open your yukata, revealing your white laced underwear again. Only this time he could do more than just look.
"You’re driving me insane." You had no idea Satoru’s voice could be this sexy, the way he mutters in a husky voice while kissing down your body.
One hand grab a clothed breast, kneading it in his large palm — he can feel you nipple through the fabric. Moving further down now, Satoru kneels in front of you — wet kisses between your breasts and down your stomach.
"You’re one to talk…" you answer him in a moan as his tongue enters your navel again, the taste of tequila still lingering inside.
His hands cup your asscheeks, massaging the skin at the same time his lips kiss all over your stomach and hips. Satoru let out a low groan in frustration when he see the wet spot on your panties.
In a swift motion he lift you up by the ass and carry you to the futon. In the process his own yukata had opened — his tones and sculpted torso on full view.
"You’ve seen this many times before, but I never saw you bite your lips so seductively then."
"Oh shut up!" You pull him down for a kiss to wipe that playful smirk off his lips. This results with his body even closer to yours and when you feel something very hard and big poke the inside of your thigh you freeze.
"Don’t be scared, you two have already met. Remember?" You remember when you had accidentally grabbed his penis in the bathhouse and embarrassment wash over your face.
"It’s wasn’t that big then…" you mumble — covering your face with your hands.
"Hey, it’s okay. I forgave you, remember?" He coos as he gently remove your hands from your face by your wrists — pinning them down next to your head.
He release your wrists and stroke away some of the hair in your face. That teasing smirk is replaced with a soft smile — eyes drinking in all the details of your face before leaning in to kiss you. The kiss sweet and full of unspoken emotions.
Satoru pulls away from you and sits up — sighing he looks down at your confused face.
"We should stop, before this goes too far…"
He’s blushing, eyes slightly glossy and lips even more plump from the kisses.
"Y-yeah…" disappointment all over your face.
Thinking that was it, you sit up trying to cover yourself up only for a hand to stop you. Grabbing the back of your neck — Satoru pull you into a kiss.
"Don’t get me wrong. I want this… I want you. Just not like this." He thanks the alcohol for the courage it has given him — allowing him to confess what his sober mind never would.
You feel your heart clench at how he shyly looks away — then you sit up and gently peck his cheek with your lips.
"It’s okay. Let’s go and finish that bottle of sake." You pull him up to his feet with you and with drunken steps make your way to the fridge.
-
Agony.
That is the word which best describes your state. You turn around with a groan and your eyes land on the person next to you.
Satoru is sleeping on his stomach again, his arms underneath his pillow and gentle snores erupts from his mouth. The back of his head is turned to you and you can’t help but think he would look really nice with an undercut.
The duvet is loosely hanging over his hips, muscular back exposed to you and you reach out to softly trace a finger over his shoulder blades, but stops when you see him move.
"You can touch me." His sleepy voice — a little muffled from the pillow and you blush in embarrassment. You keep forgetting about his six eyes and that it’s almost impossible to be sneaky around him.
He turns around with a groan — with fast movements he pull you into his arms and wraps himself around you. His face snuggling into the crook of your neck.
You’re about to protest, but he cuts you off.
"I meant what I said last night." He mumbles and you’re glad he can’t see your face right now.
"Satoru—" a loud crash jolts both of you awake. Throwing on some clothes you run out to the hotel lobby to see what’s going on.
It’s empty, no one in sight. You exchange a glance, silently agreeing that something is off. The remnants of your alcohol consumptions weights on you, but you try your best to focus.
Another bang, now outside in the direction of the stairs leading to the hot springs.
"Fuck." You turn to him and see him frowning.
"What is it?" He doesn’t answer, instead I suddenly lift you up by the back of your shirt and starts to run faster — carrying you as if you were a grocery bag.
You’re moving so fast that tears forms in your eyes from the wind — you do your best to cover your eyes and not scream.
"Our cover is blown. Prepare yourself."
Back on your feet again, and your eyes widen at the sight before you. An ominous black fog emits from the hot springs. You look up to see a veil surround the area.
"Mommy, daddy, please help!" A familiar voice calls out from the depths below the spring. Swallowing hard you gently tug on Satoru’s sleeve.
"That voice…" he nods, confirming your suspicions.
"Yes, it’s the boy. Come on, we have to jump now. Take my hand." With no hesitation you grab it and together you jump into the dark abyss.
This is the worst case scenario for you — it’s not only dark, but completely black. Satoru squeeze your hand to let you know he’a there. He’ll keep you safe.
"Is this a domain?" Your voice trembling in fear, you’re completely blinded and feel helpless.
"No, it must be a curse technique. It’s the same as the one I sensed when we were here yesterday." You can slightly see his eyes glowing in the dark — it’s almost scary to look at, but you seek comfort in knowing you’re not the one on the receiving end of his deadly stare.
"You’re not my mommy and daddy." The voice appears right next to you — making you jump back in surprise, Satoru is quick to place himself before you.
"Yeah, no. We’re not, kinda impossible for us to make a baby while still being babies ourselves y’know?" Satoru’s voice drips with sarcasm and with a quick motion grabs the source of the voice.
You can barely make out the figure before you, but you’re pretty sure that’s Yun — however that polite smile long gone. Instead a wicked and cruel expression paints his figure.
"Did you really think we wouldn’t notice someone with your amount of cursed energy?"
We?
A moment too late to react, strong hands grabs your body and pulls you away from Satoru — the world moves in slow motion when you watch his head turns to watch you disappear into the dark.
His grip around the boy’s throat tighten and he focus his senses to find you. For any normal person it would be impossible to see, but Gojo Satoru is not any normal person.
"You’re not the first sorcerers to come here. Many before you have tried. However, you’re the first ones to last this long." Yun’s body melts into liquid in his grip and his wicked laughter haunts the darkness.
"Satoru!"
Your voice allows him to immediately pinpoint your location and he warp himself to you — he freezes at the sight of you pinned against a wall.
"Oh look, it’s your handsome boyfriend." The shapes of three older ladies come into view — then they slowly merge into younger versions of themselves. Identical to the photograph.
Satoru calls out your name and is relieved when you look up — appearing unharmed. "Well hello there ladies, if you wanted my attention you could’ve just asked. No need to kidnap someone." He winks playfully — he could easily just annihilate everyone, but that wasn’t part of the mission.
Long slender arms appear next to him, seductively stroking up and down his torso before tracing a sharp fingernail down his neck.
"Hope it’s not too late then, for a little fun with you" he cringe as a wet tongue licks up behind his ear. "I usually like to get to know someone first."
The woman snickers in delight and turn to stand in front of him. "What do you want to know, handsome?" Her mouth move to kiss up his neck, he feels her bite into his skin.
Satoru had chosen not to have is infinity activated — but saying it as a surprise when the real battle starts.
"Satoru!" You try to free yourself from the other two women’s grip, their wrinkly hands hold you firmly in place. All you could do now is watch as the woman feels up his body. Touching him against his will.
You trust Satoru to know what he’s doing, but the sight of someone else being so close to him — curse or no curse — irks your whole soul.
"Stay still or I’ll do more than just touch him, little girl." She spits over her shoulder and continue tracing a finger down his chest.
Feeling completely helpless, all you can do is watch that sharp nail tear open is shirt and then tearing it off him — his upper body now into full view. "Delicious." She licks her lips before continuing speaking.
"It’s been so long since we had such a fine man here, that boy really did a good job this time." Satoru smirks, he knew that if he made her believe she has the upper hand, her mouth would most likely run more freely.
"So that’s it? You exploit that boy’s need to reunite with his parents just for your horny selves? Ah, fuck—" the woman jabs her long nail into his collarbone and drags it now.
You notice the blood pouring down and panic. She eyes you quickly, finger still cutting down his torso. "So what’s your deal then?" He asks, turning her attention away from you.
Meeting your eyes he winks, letting you know he has a plan. You trust him, but still bothered.
"I’m in a good mood, so I’ll tell you. Also you’re going to die soon anyway so it doesn’t matter."
She remove her finger from his body and licks off the blood — eyes rolls to the back of her head in delight.
"That boy is not a boy, not anymore at least. He’s now just a sad remnants of a child that used to live here. Looking for his parents who he thinks left him, but unaware of the truth."
She trails over his abs playfully with the nail, drawing red marks on his skin — but not as deep like the first one.
"The truth is, he abandoned them. Drowning in these very hot spring. His parents left this place heartbroken, the loss of a child too great. We were lucky to find him, after rumours of disappearances here. It’s been many years since then, even as just a curse he was able to adapt to people around him, adjust his age and hide his cursed energy."
She wipes a feint tear and throws her head back in laughter. "I’m surprised you actually figured this out."
"So in order to stop him, we have to remove you first?" Satoru ask, encouraging her to blabber on.
"Ah yes, that was the error the previous sorcerers did. They only ‘removed’ him, but that would only temporarily fix the problem. We’re the reason he’s so strong."
"Thank you for your cooperation." Is all he said and in a blink of an eye the darkness is gone — only faint screams and then silence.
"Ah, shit. My shirts ruined." He mumbles looking down that curses handiwork. You roll your eyes at him while you stumble yourself on your feet.
How easily Satoru defeated your enemies proves that he indeed is the strongest. The thought of you being alone makes you shudder.
"Well, you only have yourself to blame for the shirt." He smirks at you.
"True, but I had a feeling a little skin would make that curse get all worked up. And there’s no secret that I’m easy on the eyes."
You snort in response, but you’re quickly silenced when he appears right in front of you — with a cheeky smile.
"Don’t try to pretend like you don’t agree. Now let’s go back, I need you to tend to my wounds."
-
"Hey, careful." He might be the strongest, but right now he’s acting more like a baby.
Satoru squirms underneath you, making it harder for you to clean his wounds. You shoot him a stern look — hoping it would be enough to make him lay still. Ineffective.
"Oh my god, will you stop moving." Gathering all your strength — pinning him down, which only results him grinning at you playfully.
"Okay I’ll lay still. Please don’t be so strict." Innocent eyes look up at you, persuading you to have sympathy for him.
It works, sadly. But you’re not going to let him know that.
"Maybe you shouldn’t have let that woman feel you up like that, bet you secretly enjoyed it. You perv."
"Curse* not woman. Is it jealousy I sense? Ouch!" You smack his stomach playfully — rolling your eyes at his stupid snickers.
"Hey, you…" Satoru’s voice change to a more gentle tone and you look at him — sincerity in his eyes, your heart starts to pond in your chest.
He wraps his hand around yours, his mouth now in a genuine smile. Satoru sits up slightly — supporting his weight on his elbows.
"Thank you." His voice in a gentle tone.
"For what—" your question is cut off by his lips touching yours, his movements gentle and careful.
Before you can reciprocate his kiss, he pulls back and looks at you — his dreamy blue orbs again pulls you into their depths.
With a loss of words you, you decide to throw yourself over him, resulting in his back hitting the mattress — a laugh escape his lips before it’s your turn to silence him.
You bravely go in for a kiss, your hands framing his head, fingers caressing his white locks. It takes Satoru a moment before he register what just happened, but when he does — he’s eager to kiss you back with passion.
His hands move down to your hips, lifting you up to sit on top of him — then they travel up your back and pull your body down to his.
Your breast rubs against his torso, a small whimper escape his mouth when your body rubs against his band-aided wound. He doesn’t care. Satoru figure he can withstand some pain if it meant he could enjoy the feeling of your body against his.
Tongues clashing between your mouths — your hips grinds against his — you moan in relief when the friction from his hardness rubs against your bundle of nerves.
Before pulling away, you give his bottom lip a soft bite — smiling in triumph when he moans. You lean into his hand cupping your cheek, returning the smile he’s giving you.
"Satoru, there’s still Yun." You mumble softly, his thumb stroking affectionate circles on the apple of your cheek.
"You wanna go find him?"
"Yes, we should finish the mission." Reluctantly you remove yourself from him. In all honesty, what you truly want is to jump his bones more right then and there.
But you couldn’t relax properly before the mission is finished, especially when you learned about Yun’s story — you frown at the thought, sadness wash over your face when you think about the boys suffering.
At least this time, those wicked witches aren’t here to prolong his sufferings.
"We’ll make sure the boy finds peace." Satoru comforts you, almost as if he read your mind.
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You and Satoru are sitting next to each other — the train more crowded this time so you’re sitting in a two-man seat, facing the right way so he won’t get motion sickness.
Your head is resting on his shoulder trying your best to get some rest — thankfully this time Satoru lets you. The only disturbance from him is his fingers tracing soft strokes on the inside of your palm and up your forearm.
You’re enjoying it, the touch feels soothing — but you can’t seem to find it in your to rest. You think about how Yun cried and screamed in pain when you expelled him.
"Satoru, do you think he’s in a happier place now?"
His fingers move to your palm and wrap themselves around yours before he answers. Satoru know why you ask, he remember the sad look on your face and the tears streaming down you cheeks as you watched Yun disappear.
Satoru couldn’t really know for sure what happened to the boy after that, but anything is better than the endless suffering he had been through all those years.
"I believe he is." He leans in to kiss the crown of your head before leaning down to rest his cheek on the very spot.
"What will happen when we’re back home?" Fiddling with the hem of your shirt — your eyes looking down on your intertwined fingers.
There’s a long silence before he turn around to face you — and you do the same, he takes off his glasses to properly look at you.
You see his mouth turn into a cheeky grin.
"I don’t know, but one thing is for sure. I’m taking you out on a proper date when we’re back. If that’s what you want… I mean—." You giggle as you place a soft kiss on his flustered cheek and then one on his lips.
"I would love that."
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AN: phew, there. You finished it, good job on completing this story. Please give me feedback! I realise I suck at writing endings, so I’m just going to end it here. Thanks a lot for reading my story, hope you enjoyed it.
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Adam Relationship Headcannons
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SFW
You two met after the whole Lilith and Eve debacle
You were sent to be his Guardian Angel down in the Garden of Eden. Honestly, he couldn’t care less about Eve when he first saw you
He was in the middle of the garden, talking to Eve and then you show up… man’s whipped. Simp I tell you
(Actually wished that you were made to be his wife instead of the baddie Lilith or the goodie-two-shoes Eve)
Again. Whipped.
Now, tho is guy… whewww. He may seem incredibly misogynistic to practically everyone around him. But he can be a total sweetheart
He would—if you didn’t know how to already—teach you how to shred on the guitar
Speaking of guitars, that gold strat that he had during the battle in the last episode is only used during a special occasion (case and point, when you two have a date night or after sex)
He also serenades you every chance he gets
After dinner
After a meeting
After sex
After just walking the goddamn promenade
I also think he would be heavenly (ha! See what i did there? No? Okay…) in the kitchen. Especially for date night. Adam knows how to make the best prime rib in heaven
(Lute totally hasn’t tried to blackmail the recipe out of him)
Adam is also very insecure about how he looks under his mask
Especially after having two wives ditch him for Lucifer
He definitely needs to be praised on a daily basis, even if it seems like he’s an egotistical asshole
Every day you tell him how handsome he is and he doesn’t believe you (c’mon have you seen him fuckin’ hot)
You two sometimes don’t see each other days on end because you both work so much. You being a high-ranking Angel/seraphim and him being well… the first man on Earth
If you guys go especially long for not seeing each other, you guys hole up a few days in your shared home spending time with each other among other things…
By the way, you and Lute are best friends, probably more than her and Adam
Like, seriously, if you’re not with him, you’re with her. Gossiping or fucking around, it’s heaven, there’s infinite things to do
You two are also very lovey dovey with each other
One time Sera had cover Emily’s eyes with her wings because you two were making out and feeling each other up in the middle of the Heavenly Court Room
Despite all of his faults, he’s a good husband to you, a great one actually. And if you two were to ever have kids, he’d definitely be the dad who everyone loves
He would introduce them to rock, punk, metal.
Definitely plays his guitar to get them to sleep every night
NSFW
Okay… he want lying about being the Dick Master. He can pleasure women, that is not a problem for him
Also, it might not seem like it, but he loves going down on you. Probably one of his favorite pass times actually
I swear, this man could make you scream his name within minutes. No joke
Don’t get me wrong, he loves receiving head
But just not as much as he loves eating pussy (Lilith and Eve missed out on that one for sure)
He also has a bigger dick than average
Probably 6-7.5 inches in length and hella girthy. Uncircumcised (duh), and a vein that runs up the bottom of it
Definitely knows how to use it
Every one within a five mile radius of your guys’ house… let’s just say I feel really bad for them
No joke, he is insane about pleasuring you
This probably also feeds into his insecurity about you leaving him (you won’t)
He for sure has a praise kink. Seriously, tell him he’s a good boy and he’s unraveling under your touch instantly
His favorite position is cowgirl (what can he say, he loves powerful women)
But he’s down for whatever position you want; missionary, warrior, against a wall, whatever
Speaking of wall sex, Lute has definitely caught you two more than once
The first time she did was when you two were in Adam’s office while he was supposed to be planning the next extermination. She came to ask him a question about it and there you two were. Goin’ at it like rabbits on the wall next to his desk
She couldn’t look you guys in the eye for three weeks. It was terrible
Adam also doesn’t seem like the type of guy to have sex toys or feel the need to use them
But, again, he’s whipped. So he’s willing to do whatever you want to do
Wont admit this to anyone but you, but he likes to sub every once in a while. Especially with all the ‘first man’ stuff weighing down on him he needs a way to get away from all that stress
Despite him making crude jokes about sex, he’s a very giving partner in bed
He had to make sure you cum at least twice before he gets his dick wet
Also, have I mentioned how good he is at eating pussy? Oh, I have? Yeah, well, he is (especially with that tiny bit of stubble on his chin… gahhh)
Just needed to get it out there
All in all, Adam is a very giving person in bed, can be selfish at times but will make up for it. He loves you too much for you to feel mad or upset (especially with him)
A/N: this was my first time writing for Adam and Hazbin in general. I hope you liked it. I love you all💚💜
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Please can you do one where they are both streamers and the reader gets introduced to Lando on a game (like filly did with angryginge) and they just hit it off because they have the same sense of humour ?
A Sweetheart - LN
Gonna throw a curveball with this one and make a AngryGinge! twin-sister because there's nothing I love more than a sister of someone being the reader. It does mean we have a ginger!reader, sorry if this wasn't what you wanted but I think it's gonna make it so good. Also for some context, I am going to use AngryGinge's real name Morgan because I feel like his sister would refer to him by his actual name.
Summary: AngryGinge has a sister who streams and when he notices y/n is streaming at the same time as Lando and himself so he invites her in to play with them and things immediately hit off between them.
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"Hey, mate. My little sister is on stream too, I'm going to bring her in on here." AngryGinge states catching Lando's attention away from his phone.
"There's a little ginge?" Lando jokes earning a scoff before a new voice comes into play.
"Already hating on the hair colour when you've got the most basic and boring hair colour in the world?" Y/n questions making Lando's head whip around so quickly that his headphones nearly fall off.
Her voice is what some might call a siren song, sweet but Lando knows that even thinking about is probably one of the most dangerous things he could do.
"Lando, y/n. Y/n, Lando. Lando, be warned. My sister is nothing like me, she's actually very sweet." AngryGinge states clearly pretty protective and loving towards his sister. "Also, she is technically 1 minute older than me and she wouldn't have let me get far into this stream without telling you that."
"I can confirm that Morgan is telling the truth about that." Y/n states while Lando hums trying to find a way to see her camera and when he does, the man has to say admit he's never thought red hair was ever all that appealing (especially the thought of AngryGinge's twin sister) but she is a force to be reckoned with.
It's fairly easy to tell that she might actually be a streamer whose subscribers might watch more for the view of her than the actual game. Sadly that's a truth about the gaming community when it comes to female gaming streamers.
"What are we playing?" Y/n asks making her brother groan clearly flashing that spark of anger he's notorious for.
"Fornite. I messaged you and told you, you said ok."
"You are so easy to wind up." Y/n giggles before going quiet.
"You've shut yourself up. Lando. What's keeping you quiet?" Morgan asks then speaking up again. "Don't think that you suddenly have a chance to get out of being the worst player in the team. Y/n is annoyingly even better than me."
"Can we bring Filly in?" Y/n asks either doing Lando the favour of changing the subject or really just wanting to get Filly on the stream.
Lando may fuck up more than usual for the first few minutes, which earns him brutal bullying from Morgan.
"So Lando...are you single?" Y/n asks in such a tone that Lando bites the inside of his cheek to withhold a groan, but Morgan apparently isn't so bothered about hiding his disapproval.
"Ehhhh. Sorry Lando. Y/n, I'm going to stop you right fucking there. You aren't single, so why are you asking if he is?"
"I am single! Not that I needed to air that out, Morgan." Y/n grumbles while there's a definitely murmur of an apology. "And I wasn't asking for me. My friend just messaged me asking because she's a fan of F1, you muppet."
"I am single." Lando smirks deciding that he'll shoot his shot since there's no harm that can come of it.
"Ehhhh....Lando, who the fuck do you think you are telling my sister you are single?"
"I think we should stream without Morgan and Filly next time." Lando declares watching her grin, though he's sure her face has flushed. In fact, he can tell easily.
"Awww...you've made her go shy." Filly coos since he does actually know y/n from having streamed with her as well as her brother on separate occasions.
"We are playing Fornite here?" Y/n questions rolling her eyes as she selects that she's ready. "Since the rest of you died too. Shall we try again?"
"Oh she's on win mode now." Morgan comments earning a middle finger with a smile from his sister. "We might actually have a chance now."
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Somehow, Lando showed up in a couple more of y/n's streams, true to his suggestion. However, what no one expected after Lando did one last stream in Monaco saying that he was going home to England for a little bit.
"You know I hate Fifa." Y/n groans as she gets on stream with Morgan.
"You hate it but you're annoyingly good at it."
"Story of my life." She smirks knowing that her brother and her have competitive nature and in much of their lives, she has been a bit of a perfectionist even in the things she doesn't exactly feel overly joyed about taking part in.
It's part with through a game that her attention is caught and she looks like she about burns in a bright red flush.
"No. No. Get out-"
"Hi, Ginge." Lando grins leaning into her mic while Morgan's attention is caught enough that he misses an easy goal since y/n isn't defending.
"Y/n, you are fucking joking. Is that who I think it is? Is that who I fucking think it is?" Morgan questions in disbelief before he leaves the game to watch her stream. "You are-Lando, get away from my sister."
"She invited me here." Lando states proudly while waving at the camera since he know Morgan is watching.
"I did not." Y/n laughs pushing Lando away. "He asked for my address to send me some free merch to promote and he showed up at my door to deliver it himself."
"What time was this? We've been streaming for like an hour."
"It was 2 days ago, mate." Lando grins while y/n sinks back in her seat feeling her brother's gaze burn through her.
"Lewis. Lewis! LEWIS!" Morgan exclaims in his now go-to way to try and make a dig at Lando, but it only makes both y/n and Lando break into some hysterics. "Max. Max! MAX!"
Y/n has disappeared off screen while Lando is laughing mercilessly still very much in the shot for the live.
"So is this a confirmation that you're shagging my sister? If you had a crush on me and wished there was a girl version, you could've said so. I would've made sure you never found out I had a sister so you had to settle for me."
"Why would he settle for worse and less?" Y/n questions knowing he brother's jaw just dropped before she stands up to move her chair only for Lando to jump into is. "Oh fuck sake. Don't make it worse...and get out my chair, you muppet."
"No. Sit. I'm going to plat against Ginge and if I win then he has to accept this with no arguments." Lando declares making her puff out a breath and look at him for a moment.
"He's not really mad. He's just jealous." Y/n jokes while Lando grins and Morgan immediately begins shouting at the two of them to move from making him witness and have knowledge that they're so comfortable with each other in such a position.
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Lando didn't want to leave and y/n didn't actually think Morgan would show up at her apartment.
"Alright, alright!" Y/n laughs moving in front of Morgan as he tries to make very obvious threats to the F1 driver who is clearly finding his anger just as funny as she does since she can't stop laughing. "As funny as this is. You have to control yourself, because we both know you are never ever going to have a say who who I spend time with and quite frankly making you mad just makes this more entertaining for literally everyone."
"You're the worst sister."
"Oh wow, hurt my feelings like that." Y/n pouts earning a groan before she grins again. "I love you...you're still my brother...my twin...and you like Lando."
Lando smiles from behind her while Morgan grumbles.
"You'd lose a fight to him anyway." Y/n adds earning a jaw drop from her brother. "Ok, anyway you actually interrupted us going out on a date. So if I leave you here. Is that ok?"
"You're leaving me at your apartment to go on a date with Lando?" Morgan questions earning a nod. "Can I surprise your subscribers with a stream?"
"Go for it." Y/n smiles before she hugs him. "Alright, we're leaving. I'll see you later. Lando?"
"Don't worry mate, I've been taking very good care of her. In all the ways that you never can, and definitely in the ways that you never should because you're her brother." Lando smiles patting Morgans shoulder as he passes him, and he catches sight of the ginger man's fist flexing to refuse clenching to a fist.
"Don't be so easily provoked, you muppet." Y/n shouts back while holding her hand back out to Lando which he links to his own. "WE'll be back late, if you're staying here you'll need to set up the bed in the spare room or crash on the sofa."
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f1goat · 4 months
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more than friends + lando norris x part eight
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In which your best friend wants to help you so you get more sexual experience, but he discovers quickly that he never wants to share you and your new sexual experience with others.
masterlist - playlist
warnings: smut with a plot or a plot with smut? :) minors dni! i never proofread so probably grammar or spelling errors
requested: yes, based on: something with a driver sister that’s still a virgin & lando (her bestfriend) suggests to teach her things
part one / part two / part three / part four / part five / part six / part seven
Lando is walking a bit in front of you, slowly you walk behind him. Together with a couple of his team members and Oscar you’re doing a track walk. Normally you skip this part of the day, but Lando kept begging you to accompany him. So here you are - and Lando isn’t even paying attention to you. You wonder why he wanted you to come here with him. 
“Still not dating Lando?” Oscar questions you suddenly. 
You let out a soft chuckle because of Oscar his blunt question. After you picked Lando and him up, Oscar has asked you that a couple times. It’s nice to talk about everything with someone. Although, not everything since you’re not telling him about the sexual things that are happening between you and Lando. Even though you suspect that Oscar already knows about that. 
“Still single,” you reply.
“Still waiting for him to make a move,” Oscar says, he lets out a soft laugh because of his remark. 
“True,” you state.
Oscar laughs again, this time you join him. Lando is quick to look behind himself when he hears you’re laughing. It surprises him to see you talking and laughing with his teammate. He decreases his pace until he is walking next to Oscar and you. 
“What are you talking about?” Lando asks. 
You doubt about your answer. What do you need to say? You can’t tell Lando that you were talking about him. Before you can say anything, Oscar is already answering Lando.
“I’m trying to get her to go on that date with Pierre,” Oscar says. He knows he’s taking a risk and that Lando will get mad at him, but he’s done with the way his friend handles this. Lando needs a push and right now, Oscar is happy to give him one. A massive big one even. 
“But you already said no to Pierre, right Y/N?” Lando is quick to question you. 
Fucking hell, what did Oscar just do? You know he’s waiting for Lando to make a move on you, but you told him that he didn’t need to intervene. When you look at Lando and notice his frustrated look, you suddenly start to think that it might be worth a shot. 
“Yeah,” you answer, “but he asked again.” It isn’t even a lie. Pierre texted you again yesterday, his text was stupid and a cliche, but you didn’t answer it yet. His text was something in the line of you needing to give him a chance - since he was settling down and really wanted to get to know you. This time he didn’t even say how beautiful you were, something he did a couple times after you said no the first time.
“Why would you chance your mind?” Lando asks confused, “I thought you already decided that he wasn’t your type.”
“You decided that,” Oscar butts in. Lando sends a angry glare towards his teammate. 
“Maybe I should give him a chance to prove himself,” you shrug. 
You really hope that Lando is going to say something against this. There’s not a single cell in your body that likes the idea of going on a date with Pierre. You wait for Lando his reply. In the mean time you take a good look at him. It’s clear that he is frustrated right now, but he doesn’t act on it. Yet. 
“Maybe you shouldn’t,” Lando replies frustrated, “He is a fuck boy.”
“According to him he’s changing,” you state. 
“He still wants to fuck you,” Lando says angrily. 
“Maybe I want him to,” you reply sarcastic. 
Lando doesn’t realize that you’re sarcastic right now. He is sending you angry glances. You don’t know how to behave yourself right now. You have no idea what Lando is going to say. Oscar is looking at the drama unfolding itself before his eyes. He wonders how this will work out. Lando seems way too mad to say anything good right now. He is already preparing himself for a fight. 
“You don’t,” Lando mutters angrily.
“How would you know?” You reply.
You don’t know why you’re getting mad. This is going about useless crap. But Lando is annoying you right now and you only want to frustrate him as well. Lando stops walking and turns himself to you. 
“You told me I would be your first,” Lando eventually says in a soft voice. His eyes are begging you to agree to his words. To tell him again that you want him to be your first. “You can’t expect me to believe that you suddenly want to have your first time with a fuck boy like Pierre,” he adds when you don’t reply fast enough. 
You let out a soft sigh. “You’re right,” you confess. Lando his facial expression is quick to brighten up a bit. “But maybe I want to date someone,” you lie, “I mean I have to get some experience on dating and Pierre can be useful with that.”
“No,” Lando says firmly, “You’re not going on a date with Pierre. End of discussion.”
“And who says you can make that decision for me?” You ask Lando annoyed.
“Come on babygirl, not him,” Lando pleads you.
“Okay, then I’ll say yes to Logan,” you reply.
“No,” Lando is quick to say. “You told me he was too young,” he adds.
“Maybe I changed my mind,” you state.
“Fucking hell,” Lando mutters. You don’t say anything. “After the track walk I’m taking you on a date and I swear to god, I don’t want to hear you about any other boy for the rest of the day.”
Oscar laughs loudly. You almost forgot that he was still here as well. Lando sends him an angry look. He knows that this was Oscars idea. He will talk to his teammate later about this. When he wants to make a sneer directed at Oscar, he starts to notice your look. You have a small smile plastered on your face and you seem happy with yourself. It makes him forget about Oscar. Did you do this on purpose? Maybe you wanted him to snap. He should have asked you on a date way sooner, then this mess wouldn’t be necessary. 
Lando gets closer to you. “And after that date, I’ll deny you your orgasms until you’re screaming out your apologies for even talking about them,” he whispers in your ear.
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He’s trying. Really trying. But why is it always that someone is trying to flirt with you wherever Lando takes you? He took you to a nice restaurant this evening. He made sure to check the menu before making a reservation, so he would know for sure that you’d like the food. It seemed to be the perfect evening, but now the fucking waiter is flirting with you. Lando is getting sure that he will be losing his mind pretty soon. He tries to ignore the waiter, but every time he comes over he’s reminded about the fact that your not his. Fuck. 
“What’s going on Lan?” 
It’s your voice who pulls him out of his thoughts. Lando tries to shrug it off, but when he sees your strict gaze he knows he won’t get away this easily. 
“Why is it that every where I take you, there seems to be someone trying to get with you,” Lando eventually confesses with an annoyed sigh. 
You show him a small smile. It’s really bothering him apparently. “I’m not interested in any of them,” you tell Lando, “so you can relax.”
“Promise?” He asks you.
“Promise.”
“Not even that waiter?” He asks just to be sure.
“Which waiter?” You ask confused, “I thought you were still talking about Logan and Pierre.”
“The one who just brought you your drink,” Lando confesses.
“What’s with him?” You ask confused.
“He’s trying to flirt with you,” Lando sighs.
You let out a soft chuckle. “I didn’t even notice,” you tell Lando. “Come on babe, ignore them and enjoy our evening,” you add when Lando is glaring at the waiter who’s coming closer again. 
When Lando and you start to walk towards the exit of the restaurant after dinner, you’re quick to realize that the waiter from before is coming to you two. Lando is already sending angry glances, wondering what the guy wants this time. You on the other hand don’t know what to think. Maybe you just forgot something that he’s going to bring over? 
“Hi,” the waiter is quick to greet you when he stands in front of you. “I uh,” he continues while looking a bit nervous, “I was wondering if you’re single. And if so, if I can get your number?” 
Fuck. You don’t like it that Lando was right. Lando is quick to put his arm around your body and pulls you close to himself. It’s almost like he’s trying to show the guy that you’re his. But you’re not. 
You wonder how to react to the waiter. What do you need to reply? You don’t want to give him your number, but you also don’t want to be rude. Normally those things don’t happen to you. 
“No, she’s not.”
Lando his words shock you, but you play along. You try to hide your confused feelings. The waiter is quick to mumble a soft apology and walk off. Lando starts to walk with you in a fast pace, it seems like he wants to leave as quick as possible.
Lando takes you back to the hotel with him. You are feeling tense because of Lando his earlier words. Is he really going to deny you your orgasms? Lando his hand is laying on your thigh while he drives to the hotel. You stare at him. Lately he has made you question everything. Of course you were well aware of your feelings before, but now things have changed. Now you feel the slight possibility of Lando liking you back. You don’t want to hope too much, but you can’t help yourself anymore… His jealousy alone makes you question everything. 
When the two of you are back into the hotel, Lando is quick to wrap you into his arms. He lifts you up a bit and takes you to the bed with him. You are quick to softly fall onto the bed, Lando lands next to you. It doesn’t stop him from wrapping his arms all around your body. You let out a relieved sound. Lando is quick to follow. 
“All I wanted today was to cuddle with you,” Lando softly confesses.
You feel your cheeks heating up from his confession. You get closer to Lando and put a soft kiss on his cheek. 
“I like that as well,” you tell Lando.
He shows you a grin.
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A few hours later you’re laying on the bed with Lando again. This time you’re freshly showered and underneath the sheets of the bed. You’re wearing one of Lando his shirts and your panties. Lando is already complaining about it. Even though he’s only wearing his boxers.
“How do you expect me not to take your virginity right now and here if you’re looking like this?” He ask you. 
You let you gaze away from the television screen that’s playing some old Family Guy episodes, to look at Lando. You feel your cheeks reddening while thinking about what to reply. Eventually you decide to be honest with him.
“I don’t expect you to,” you confess.
“No, no babygirl,” Lando quickly states.
“No?” You ask him confused.
Lando doesn’t tell you that he’s waiting on purpose. He doesn’t know what will happen after he takes your virginity, but he’s afraid things between you two will go back to ‘normal’. Or at least the things that were normal for you before, so no kissing and sexual stuff anymore.
“I want to do it right,” Lando says, “You know a bit romantic and stuff like that.”
“You don’t have to,” you say, “I’m ready and if you want to now is fine.”
“I want to,” Lando answers firmly, “not that I don’t want to fuck the living shit out of you right now, but I want to make sure your first time is perfect.” 
“That’s sweet Lan.”
“Come here babygirl,” Lando says. You move yourself closer to him and lay down on him. 
Lando is quick to press a firm kiss against your lips. It’s fast to turn into more. You slightly open your lips to give Lando entrance to your tongue. Something he’s quick to take. You put yourself on top of Lando his body. Slowly you grind your hips against his crotch. You feel something hardening underneath yourself. It’s exactly what you think it is. It only took you a couple seconds before Lando got hard from your movements.
Is it weird to see that as a compliment?
Lando moves his hands towards your hips. He helps you to grind him harder. He uses a bit more pressure and makes sure you hit him rightly every time. You move your head closer to Lando and press a kiss against his lips. It turns into a make out session in no time. 
“Fuck,” Lando moans. 
You try to grind on to him even harder while increasing your pace. You twirl your hips in the mean time. Lando softly squeezes your ass, it causes you to let out a soft moan as well. Lando shows you a small smirk. You increase your pace and pressure even more. When Lando lets out a deep moan, you show him a smirk back. Two can play this game.
It only takes you a couple more movements before you feel a small bit of wetness. Lando isn’t looking at you anymore. He has his eyes closed and lets out another soft moan. 
“Fucking hell babygirl,” he eventually mutters when he opens his eyes again, “You just made me cum into my underwear. Again.”
You show Lando a small innocent smile. He shakes his head while laughing.
sorry for taking a bit longer then usual :( i've been busy! hopefully i can write part nine faster
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