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[thecherrypittttttt]

I CAN SEE YOU; dr jack abbot x chief res!reader

words: 3,200+

content warnings: jealous abbot, fluffy, YEARNING, lil bit smutty

notes: based off of this banger

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

He was everywhere. Or at least it felt like it.

His shoulder brushing against hers as they lifted a patient from gurney to bed. His rough but warm fingertips skimming her own soft, manicured ones as they swapped shift notes. Every hallway she was entering, he seemed to be exiting - their bodies just barely grazing each other as they passed by. In the ambulance bay, outside the family room, the break room, at the nurses station.

He was everywhere in that damn ED. And now he was here too - at her usual hot yoga class.

Jack already felt like a fool for being there. His therapist had been telling him for years to try yoga and for years he had been rolling his eyes at the suggestion.

Typically, he was pretty good about listening to his therapist but what could yoga teach him about focus and presence that years in combat and emergency medicine hadn't already?

That was until she showed up.

Jack can still remember the exact thought he had the first time he saw her, 'Thank god she is not on the night shift.'

Her confidence, her beauty, the way her hips swayed when she walked, her brain, her laugh reverberating through the ED, how calm she was under pressure, her smart ass comments that made him crack a smile even on the worst of shifts - would all cause him a lot more trouble than they already did if she was with him on the night shift.

The first year of her residency was fine. He barely saw her and when he did, he told himself that he was just proud of a competent student who had a bright future ahead.

The second year of her residency, he had to admit to himself that he had a crush. A crush that he could never ever act upon - it was inappropriate on so many different levels - but a crush none the less. He was her boss, her teacher, at least 12 years her senior and he respected her far too much to let his own selfish wants get in the way of the career she had worked so hard for.

This third year was absolutely fucking killing him. He thought he had finally gotten a handle on his crush. That admiring her from afar was the closest he’d ever get to having her. And he was okay with that. Until Shen and his wife had a baby and Shen asked her to swap shifts with him.

In true Shen fashion, he didn't even mention it to Jack. Jack just choked on his coffee when she walked through the door and told him the news. When he asked why she'd agreed, she just shrugged and said, "If I'm not going to have a life outside of this place, I guess Shen can."

It has only been a month of her on the night shift and Jack already feels insane. Which is how he found himself at the closest yoga studio to the hospital. He was desperate to regain his previous level of focus so when his therapist suggested yoga again, he listened for once in his life.

Once he saw her, Jack probably had about a 5 second window to escape the studio without being caught. But he missed it because he was too busy drooling over how her skin tight powder blue leggings complimented the swell of her ass.

"Dr Abbot?"

Too late now. She unrolled her mat next to his, because of course the only spot left in the class was next to him, and then she just looked at him with a shadow of a smirk on her face.

"What is so funny?"

"Nothing. I just never would have pegged you as a hot yoga guy."

"I'm not."

She just raised her eyebrows in question.

"My therapist suggested it."

"Therapy and yoga? Next you're going to tell me you have a Nobel Peace Prize or something."

Jack's lips couldn't help but mold into the smallest smirk. He was so happy this room was dark. "No...just a purple heart. Only had to give them my leg to get it.”

The laugh she let out earned them a couple glares but Jack could care less about disturbing the quiet of the yoga studio when she was looking at him like that.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

She felt almost nervous as she trekked up to the roof. Their shift had sucked - plain and simple. It felt as if everyone coded in some capacity. One of the many they could not save was a veteran and Dr Abbot had just gotten through telling the family.

Probably why he was getting chicken wings and beer DoorDashed to the roof of the hospital.

She opened the door with her hip, both hands being occupied by Dr Abbot's delivery.

"What are you doing here?"

"You know they only pay residents so much - I had to pick up a side gig." Dr Abbot's was too distracted from the long day to realize she was making a joke.

His face falls into what reads as surprise and then sympathy. Like he's been an attending for so long that he forgot the abysmal wages residents make.

"I'm kidding! Your dasher took his job title a little too seriously and dropped this off with me in the ambulance bay and told me to get it to the 'guy who is always on the roof.'"

"You didn't have to come all the way up here."

"I wanted to check on you."

"I would have come down to get it. I have legs."

"You have leg. Singular. Not plural."

Jack let out a genuine laugh that he didn't even know he was capable of after the day they had had.

"Have you ever considered stand up?"

"Have you ever considered standing on the safe side of the safety railing? Just a thought."

"I like the view from here." He was staring right at her.

Ironically enough Jack had started going to yoga to distract himself from her and it has done the complete opposite. If anything, the friendship they have struck up has made him more bold. They have a routine - they work, they go to yoga, they get a tea and then Jack drives her home. And they yap the entire time.

Oh yeah, she's started calling him Jack now. So much so, he doesn't blush anymore when she does it. But she is blushing now.

Her cheeks are burning red. She is hoping to blame it on wind burn or something. Is Jack finally flirting with her? Ever since they ran into each other at yoga, class by class, she has gotten him to relax around her. She gets more Jack and less Dr Abbot. But still, it feels like he's restraining some piece of himself from her.

She noticed last week, when she mentioned her rapidly approaching residency graduation, he seemed different. At first he seemed surprised, almost like he forgot there even was a residency graduation. Then relieved like the concept of her no longer being a resident was exactly what he needed to make any kind of move. Or so she hoped.

She turns, his food and beer in hand, sits against the wall of the hospital and cracks open a beer. What is she doing? She doesn't even like beer. But she likes Jack. And is trying really hard to not imagine the muscles she sees under his shirt at yoga being used to press her against the wall she's sitting against.

"Hey - that's mine."

"Get over here then, Abbot."

He takes off of his jacket on his walk over and she allows herself only a second of imaging it on her bedroom floor. The feeling of Jack placing it around her shoulders and plopping himself next to her brings her out of her head.

"You don't have to-" She starts.

"You’re cold." He gently tugs her hair out from under his jacket and she wants to absolutely melt at the brief sensation of his touch on the back of her neck. She has to stop herself from whimpering. She tells herself to get a grip.

She just holds up her beer, "Consider this my delivery fee."

Jack clinks his beer against hers, "Cheers...to being a yoga guy."

Her bright eyes blow to the size of saucers, her jaw drops, and she's laughing as she knocks her shoulder against his, "I knew it!"

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

Jack is in trouble. He now has an unlimited monthly yoga membership to the studio closest to the hospital even though he only ever goes with her after their shared shifts. He thinks he may be falling in love. Fast. And even worse, he is starting to allow himself to think that maybe she is too.

He thinks maybe it was always there for both of them but something about this impending residency graduation has given them both the freedom they needed to explore it. Not that anything has actually even happened.

She felt stupid. She was close to getting herself a neurology consult for the way she was thinking. Nothing had ever actually even happened between her and Jack. But having to go from experiencing his quiet confidence and intellect and calm teaching at work to his sweaty muscles and heavy breathing at yoga had her brain running absolutely wild.

He probably sees her as nothing but his favorite resident and she is practically falling in love with him. And that isn't a hyperbole.

The night was slow in the ED. Noone dared to say that out loud though. Especially since it was still earlier - barely 9 PM. Some of the day shift was even still there - opting to work their mandated monthly double shift on a slow night.

They were both at the nurse's station - always in each other's orbit. Jack was charting and she was recommending a jeweler to Bridget. She had found him when looking for someone to make a custom dog tag necklace that was meant to be a replica of the kind her dad wore when he was in the Army. When he died, they were never able to recover his actual tags.

Jack's phone went off and he stepped away for a moment before returning. He pointed at her before tucking his phone back in his pocket, "Gloria says we have a VIP patient en route from PPG Paints Arena. Connor Matthews from the Penguins. And he has specifically requested you."

If she didn't know any better, she could've sworn Jack's jaw twitched.

The murmurs began real quick. Why was the star of the Pittsburgh Penguins requesting her? She hated that Connor was coming in but she sort of loved that Abbot could potentially be jealous.

Princess cut straight to the point, "How do you know him?"

"We grew up together. He played hockey with my brothers."

Connor was being ushered in, still in his jersey and ice pack resting on his forehead, as she walked over to him.

Jack watched out of the corner of his eye, hoping he was looking like an attentive attending rather than just plain jealous. He pretended to be charting but he was straining to hear every part of the conversation.

"I texted you."

"I know."

"I called you."

She grits her teeth as she repeats herself, "I know. I also know that you could have gotten stitches from the team doctor so why the dramatic visit?"

"I think you know why."

"Connor, I don't know how many times I have to tell you this-"

"I know! I just can't help myself."

"Well start." She deadpans, flashing her light pen way too close to his eyes. Maybe not the most professional thing in the world but he deserved it for wasting her time like this.

"Ow! What was that for?"

"Checking for a concussion."

"Yeah, I'm sure."

"Mateo, can you please take him over to a room and stitch him up?"

"I requested you."

"And I request that you stop wasting my time at my job that you disrespected then and you are disrespecting right now."

"I didn't mean to."

She ignores him. She gets one more quip in before Mateo is wheeling Connor away. "Oh, Connor, I almost forgot - are there any 21 year olds we need to call to let them know you're okay?"

She hears a muffled laugh behind her. She turns to see Jack, elbows on the counter of the nurses station, pretending to be engrossed in his charting. She goes to plop down in the seat in front of him.

"Eavesdropping is impolite, you know?"

"I don't know what you are talking about"

"My standup career, remember?"

Jack grins at her, his eyes soft and then he does the unimaginable. He winks at her. Like he is acknowledging he got caught listening in on her conversation with Connor. She almost falls out of her chair. He seems perfectly fine, walking around the nurses station to grab one of the tablets.

"Didn't know your boyfriend was a hockey super star." He speaks up from behind her.

"Ex boyfriend."

She feels his breath on the back of her neck before she hears him. His tone is low and almost sensual, "Good." is all he says before he's walking away.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

She doesn't know who is squeezing her harder - Dana or Collins. The moment she stepped into the bar they were running over, squeezing the living shit out of her and whispering 'Congratulations' into her ear.

"Congratulations on what?" She laughed.

"Graduating residency!"

It was tradition, every summer when the residents graduated, the attendings took the team out to celebrate on their tab. Legend has it, there used to be a graduation ceremony with speeches and presents and an open bar. But due to budget cuts, Abbot and Robby had to take matters into their own hands - and credit cards.

"Oh and Robby has a surprise for you." Collins added.

"Oh no. If it's anything like the surprise he gave you last year then I decline! She is so damn cute though." Robby and Collins won't actually admit that their baby girl was conceived on this same night last year but the rest of the pitt crew have decided to make it canon.

"Before I hand you this drink, I need you to sign this. If you want, obviously" Robby interrupts - the world's largest grin on his face.

"Sign wha-" The realization dawns on her mid sentence. It's her offer letter to become an attending at the pitt.

"Seriously?"

"Seriously. Absolutely sparkling, shining letter of recommendation from Dr Jack Abbot, by the way. He never writes those. Almost gave Gloria a heart attack with that one.” Robby winks at her as he hands her a pen.

She signs. They cheer. They hug. They cry a little bit. Happy tears - at the idea they now get to spend more time together rather than one of them getting shipped off to a different city for a new job.

She can’t remember the last time she was this happy. And a lot of it has to do with someone who isn’t even here yet. She spots him walking in and her feet are carrying her over to him before her brain can tell her to stop.

A smile appears on Jack’s face when he sees her. She’s not in scrubs or workout clothes - although she looks just as beautiful in those.

She’s in a white sundress and sandals. Her hair wavy and her cheeks tinged pink and laden with freckles. He noticed hers come out more in the summer time, just like his.

They’ve never really hugged before but she’s throwing her arms around his neck to hug him hello and his arms wrap around her waist like it’s the most natural thing in the world. He’s so close he can smell her lip gloss and he wants to kiss it off of her more than anything.

He settles for, “I heard I have a new colleague.”

“Aren’t you lucky?”

“Very.”

Then she’s pulled over to chat with her fellow residents. Abbot over by Robby and some of the other attendings.

Drink after drink, people start to fall off. She joins Collins and Dana and eventually the boys make their way over as well. Everyone is making bets on who is going to go home with who.

Santos goes home with Garcia. Easy money. Same for Victoria and Mateo. Langdon goes home alone and sober - thank goodness. Dana’s husband picks her up and Collins and Robby have to go relieve their baby sitter.

Robby sets his half finished beer in front of her, “Here, finish my beer. Don’t wanna waste it.”

She grimaces and Collins cackles, “Robby, you know she hates beer!”

Then they were gone. Jack wore the world’s cockiest smirk on his face and they were alone.

“So did you hate beer that day on the roof too?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

The bar is shutting down so Jack pays the tab and they make their way out into the sticky, summer air.

“Come on - I’ll drive you home.”

They’re walking so close their hands brush about five times on the short walk to the car.

She turns to Jack before he can open her passenger side door but he was one step ahead of her. He’s practically an inch away from her as he speaks.

“You know there used to be an actual graduation ceremony for the residents. With presents. So I got you something.”

“You didn’t have to-“

Jack just places the small box in her hands. He takes her purse so she has free hands to tug the ribbon and open the present.

She gasps - her dad’s dog tags. Presumably, the real ones. She can’t even form words, “How did you even-“

“Called in a couple favors.”

A couple of tears fall because this is the absolute nicest, most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for her. Jack is hesitant in his reach but the loving look in her eyes spurs him on. His hand cradles her cheek, wipes away her tears.

“Jack-“

“Yeah.” His voice is clipped, out of breath, expectant - hanging off her every word.

She nods her head, almost to encourage herself, before looking back up to him, “I’m going to have to get a new job if I am totally reading this wrong but I think I’m in love with you.”

“Thank fucking goodness.” And then he’s grabbing the box out of her hands, placing it and her purse on the hood of the car before his hands are on her. Kissing her with every ounce of pent up longing from the past three years.

She’s pressed against the passenger seat of his car, her hands in his hair and his cupping her face.

Eventually, his forehead falls to hers as he whispers against her lips, his hands resting on her waist. “I love you.”

“I’ve pictured this so many times.”

“You won’t believe the things that I’ve seen in my head. Wait until you see half the things that haven’t happened yet.”

“Well then why don’t you show me, Jack.”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

He’d already pulled an orgasm from her using his thigh - had her pressed against his front door.

“God, you’re fucking perfect. I can’t believe I get to se you like this.” All she can do is let out a low moan in response.

Her body felt like it was on fire. Since they’d moved into the bed he’d made her finish on his fingers and now was eating her like she was his last meal.

She tugged at his curls, finally, after imaging it so many times. He groaned into her, inserting another finger and sending her over the edge.

“Oh - Jack! Oh my god-“

“There she is - my good girl.”

He’s insatiable and who is she kidding - so is she. He’s kissing up her body, pinning her hands above her head.

“Jack, I need to feel you. Please.”

His hand lightly wrapped around her neck. He whispered in her ear, “God, I love you.” And then he’s kissing her forehead and sliding into her all at once.

“Holy shit - you’re so fucking tight. So fucking perfect.”

“I love you.”

“Say it again.”

“I love you.”

Neither of them last much longer. She’s on orgasm #4 and he’s on #2 (she’s been waiting for years - she couldn’t not suck him off the first chance she had).

“I’ve never orgasmed that many times before.”

“Pretty good for an old man, huh?”

“All that yoga must be paying off.”

They laugh - all that yoga is paying off far more than either of them could have ever imagined.

[lymtw]

A Perfect Night For Wine

(Toji and His Shy Girl)

Toji invites you over with a simple text of:

You busy tonight, doll?

To which you respond with:

I don't think so... Not that I know of. Why?

He laughs through his nose when he reads your message. Even the way you text him has your timidness imbued into it. It's precious.

Come spend the night at my place. You told me you're off tomorrow, right?

I am, but are you sure? Driving home is not a problem for me. I can hang out and go home after.

You're staying. I wanna try something with you and it requires you to stay the night. You can't go home.

Oh okay! I'll be there in 10.

Drive safe.

Toji likes that you're very precise about the time you'll be arriving somewhere, and if you're ever late when it comes to spending time with him, you apologize profusely, nonstop. You won't stop blubbering about why you're late and how sorry you are for making him wait, even after Toji's expressed that he's more than understanding. He's the king of showing up late to plans, so he can't be a hypocrite and scold you when you don't do it often at all.

You're so sorry, though, and you don't shut up about it until he makes you shut up with a kiss. You're helpless, and you can't for the life of you figure out where to put your hands when you're so focused on the grip he had on your waist to pull you up against him.

He releases your lips, cracking a grin at the look of wonder on your face. He can't deny the pride that swells in his chest at his ability to disarm you and prevent you from having a total meltdown over a three minute delay.

Toji has gotten so much better at handling situations like these with you. It's only fair for him to gain satisfaction out of making you feel better. After all, you are a first for him. You're emotionally fragile, you're a nervous wreck, and your voice competes with the wind just to be heard. Toji doesn't set aside the fact that you're also beautiful, warmhearted, and you try for him. He sees your attempts to be affectionate. You'll slowly reach your hand out to hold his and then bail the second he catches you. He ends up having to interlock his fingers with yours because your embarrassment doesn't allow you to try again. He still appreciates that you leave your comfort zone for him and allow him to guide you towards new experiences.

"Stop with the guilty feelings, ma. We have all night and all day tomorrow. What's a couple minutes to ensure you get to me in one piece?" He says, comforting your droopy self. You look like a sad, abandoned puppy, now sporting rosy cheeks from his surprising gesture.

"Okay," you say, feeling a little more at ease. "What did you have in mind for tonight?"

"Follow me," he says, leading you through his living room to his kitchen. He pulls out a stool for you and points at it. "Sit." You want to laugh at the way he says it like he's teaching commands to a dog, but you know he doesn't mean it that way, so you obediently sit down like one anyway.

"Have you eaten anything?" He asks, silently hoping you have because he doesn't have anything to make you dinner. He would have to order in or pick something up.

"I ate a couple hours ago. Still pretty full," you respond, watching him reach up for something in his cabinets. There's now a tall glass bottle with a red label and matching cap sitting on the counter.

"How 'bout it?" He says, a large hand wrapped around the neck of the bottle. "We could go to the couch and watch a movie or something."

He's never seen you under the influence of anything, but based on your reaction, maybe he'll get a show tonight. He's always wanted to know what you would be like if you were more extroverted and outspoken. There's nothing wrong with the way you are, but if things keep going the way they're going between you and Toji, he's bound to meet your chatty alter ego at some point in the future. What better way to have this experience than in a secure place with someone who can handle their alcohol and take care of you if it turns out that you can't.

"Okay, sure." You giggle, excitedly.

You're a lightweight. Even the fruitiest, sweetest alcoholic beverage will quickly take a toll on you while you're sipping on it. Wine is a step up, so you'll have to try your best to keep it together for the sake of not looking sloppy in front of Toji.

Toji brings down two glasses, and pours out the deep red liquid into them. One for you, one for him. He hands the glass to you, and nods at your quiet "thank you".

Toji watches as you immediately take a sip. He sees the way your nose scrunches at what you consider to be a funny taste, but the second you put the glass down, you smile like nothing. You don't like it at all. You hate the bitterness, and the fact that it's made with fermented grapes lives in the back of your head.

"How is it?" He asks, holding back a chuckle. You're too sweet for your own good, pretending to enjoy this for him.

"I like it," you say, pressing your lips together.

"Yeah? I think it's kinda gross. Guess I was expecting more from a fancy ass bottle, but brands are gonna brand, huh?"

You giggle, almost involuntarily. You're one gulp in, and already you're starting to feel the effects.

One of your worst habits includes chugging drinks that don't taste good, just so you can get them over with. You even do this when your drink is messed up at coffee shop. You're too nice to ask the barista to remake it, so you suck it up and drink the incorrect beverage solely for the caffeine you hope it has in it. This time is no different. You hate the taste of alcohol. You don't do plain shots, you can't stand hard ciders, and wine is no exception, but you're doing this for Toji. He cracked open the bottle to share with you, so you're going to drink every ounce of the liquid in the glass, whether you like the taste or not.

You bring the glass to your lips again, taking a much larger sip. The glass is a little less than halfway now, and your eyelids are starting to feel a little heavy. Not in a sleepy manner, but you can't seem to hold your eyes open as wide anymore.

You exhale through your nose, shut your eyes, and then blink them back open to take note of your altered state.

"That was a lot. How are you feeling?" Toji asks, noticing a shift in your demeanor. You seem a little more sluggish now. You turn your attention to him, your eyes rolling when they turn to meet his.

"I'm good, how are you?" You ask, like it was the start of a conversation rather than an ongoing one. Your eyes almost shut completely when you smile at him.

"You're tipsy already, aren't you?" He asks, with a grin on his face.

"Pshh, what? No, i'm not," you say, contradicting yourself with a giggle. "Answer the question, baby. How are you?"

"Fine," he responds, lingering on the pet name. You've got loose lips, now. In any other circumstance, you would address him by his name. Most of the time Toji is the one giving you pet names, for the sake of flustering you. He loves the way you look at him when he calls you doll or sweetheart, somewhat shocked every time the words leave his mouth.

"Yeah? That's good." You pick up the glass one more time, sighing before you mutter, "'scuse me. Gotta finish this."

With that last sip, the glass was now empty. Even Toji thinks you drank that too fast, but he still has the courtesy to ask you if you want more.

"Mhm, I'll have a little bit more. Just a tiny bit." Toji pours as much as he did the first time, chuckling when you nod in approval of the quantity. "That's perfect. Absolutely, perfect. You're a genius, my love." You flash him a smile before starting on the next glass.

Toji was considering having another glass, but that was before you called him "my love" in a tone so warm that he felt like he just had a bowl of hot soup that was now settling in his stomach. That was before you smiled at him in such a free spirited manner. It was too late for him to see you in this state while completely sober, but he sure as hell wouldn't be adding anymore alcohol to his system. He can't miss something like this, so instead he leans forward on the counter, and intently watches your every move.

"I got something on my face?" You ask, dragging your sleeves all over your face. You examine your sleeves and they're clean. "You liar. You're looking at me like that for nothing." You squint at him, a slight scrunch in your nose to define your defensiveness.

Toji laughs, his focus now on the small pinch in your brows. "Don't go picking fights over nothing. It's not a crime to look at my pretty baby."

Your faux tough exterior immediately crumbles, the irked expression on your face dropping to the ground, at the sugary words he uses on you. Your face feels very warm, and now there's an indefinite blush on it. You can't stop smiling at the look on Toji's face. He's so focused that he's gone speechless, and you eventually break into a laughing fit because of it.

"Hey... i'm usually the quiet one. Why aren't you talking, pretty boy? Need me to shut up?"

The pet name has Toji glancing at your glass, noticing that it was full for less than five minutes. This was new— you being flirtatious towards him. He didn't have any complaints about it whatsoever.

Once again, the quantity of the wine in your glass was below the halfway mark. "Nah, baby. Talk to me. You must really like the wine, huh?"

"Mmm..." you lean forward towards him, with your elbow on the counter and your chin in your palm. "What makes you say that?"

He actually snickers this time, earning a sly grin from you. "You're chugging it like it's water. It's either you love it or it tastes like ass and you're dying to spit it out."

You pick up the glass again, one last time. "Let's find out if I like it," you say as if you're not on your second serving. You let the liquid hit your tongue, and you are instantly repulsed by the flavor. The glass is tilted all the way up, signaling that you've finished two cups of wine in less than fifteen minutes. Your cheeks are filled with the drink, blown up like a puffer fish, which makes Toji smile softly with anticipation for your reaction. Your tongue stays on the roof of your mouth, keeping the wine in your cheeks separate, to give you a break for a few seconds. You release the bubbles of your cheeks and your mouth is flooded with the bittersweet liquid. You swallow the burgundy mouthful and smile with your lips pressed together once it's all gone. The mouth drying effect of wine is your least favorite thing about it.

"So?" Toji prompts.

"It's-" you gag, clasping a hand over your mouth with wide, slightly teary eyes.

Toji's chest and shoulders shake as he contains his laughter, his lips pressed together tightly to stifle the smile threatening to show itself, but his eyes tell you everything.

"Wooo, sorry about that," you say, chuckling through the embarrassment. "It's good," you repeat, still muffled by your palm.

"Yeah? Want more?" Toji asks, holding up the bottle with a teasing grin on his face.

You almost gag again but manage to control yourself. "No, thank you. Any more and I'll doze off, and we both know that's not what i'm here for." There was a hint of sultriness in your tone, something Toji was not sufficiently familiar with. It was a completely welcome shift from your normally tentative way of speaking to him.

"I know why you're here, but I wanna know what you think you're here for."

You stand from your stool and lean more of your body onto the counter. Your hand reaches for his, and for the first time, you don't pull back before making contact with his skin. "To love on you, of course," you say, with those pretty rosy cheeks. Your eyes remained glossy and your nose was still red from trying not to bring the wine back up earlier, but Toji thought you looked so cute.

"Is that right?" His thumb brushes over your knuckles, feeling the softness against his rough fingertip.

"Let's go watch that movie you were talking about and you'll see what I mean."

Toji was loving this. Your confidence, your lack of holding back anything you had to say, it was truly baffling how you could be someone else entirely with just a couple glasses of wine.

You keep his hand in yours, and as if it were your house, you say, "come on," and drag him along to the living room.

This time you say "sit" and point at the couch. This time he's the obedient dog and does as you say, sitting on the exact cushion you were pointing at with a smirk on his face. He moves the couch pillow aside to make room for you, but you had another seat in mind. You take two steps towards him before slowly dropping yourself into his lap, straddling him.

"I see you're finally taking your seat on the throne, hm?" He grins, resting his hands on your waist. This is the closest Toji's been allowed to watch you giggle without you burying your face into his neck and it's a trip. He can see the details of the creases around your eyes and the lift in your cheeks as you smile. He feels fuzzy, and he didn't even finish his glass of wine, so he knows it's not that.

"Stop making me laugh and pick a movie, will you? I'm here for that, too."

He picks up the remote for the TV and turns it on. "How are you gonna watch the movie while facing me?"

"Actually,.. can I tell you a secret, baby?" You ask, wrapping your arms around his neck. Your fingers play with the hair that reaches towards the nape of his neck, combing through it gently.

"What's that, princess?" Toji asks, vert eyes flitting between your eyes and that sweet smile of yours.

"I don't wanna watch a movie. I... wanna look at you... and that's it." Your nails gently scratch the back of his head, eliciting a tingly sensation that makes chills run down his spine.

"That's cool, too," Toji says, turning the TV off again, not caring that it was on for less than a minute before you changed your mind. He sighs, adjusting his position beneath you. Your thighs are secured around his hips, your knees touching the backrest of the couch.

"You're so handsome, my baby. God, look at those eyes," you whisper in awe, before giggling and bringing your hands to his face. You trace the bags under his eyes with your thumbs while admiring the haunting shade of green that scopes on you. Toji's hand comes up to loosely wrap around your wrist. He's not there to stop you, he just wants to move along with you as you observe his face.

"I know I don't say this to you enough, but I find you..." you sigh, blinking slowly, "enchanting..." You lean in and kiss the left corner of his lips—his right, and feel the smooth, tattered skin beneath your warm lips. "and I love you," you mumble into the cicatrix. "So fucking much, baby. And i'm sorry that you'll never know exactly how much because you aren't me." You're looking at him with so much adoration and touching him with a delicacy that can't be put into words. It's a deadly combination, one that has Toji in a chokehold and forces him to soften up even more for you.

He tightens the hold he has on your waist, pulling you closer until your stomach is pressed to his, as a result. You being so affectionate towards him is making him feel really good, and you have no idea because you're too focused on appreciating him. He's subconsciously leaning into your touch, his softened gaze meeting your lovestruck one.

"Fuck. I love you, too, princess," he murmurs, squeezing your wrist in his hand. He pulls your hand down to his chest. "Want you to aim for my lips, this time."

"Okay," you say, smiling before closing the distance between your lips and Toji's. He can still taste the remnants of the wine you inhaled minutes ago, but it tastes much better and a lot sweeter on you. Toji can hear your high pitched little hums as you kiss him, happiness pouring into your kisses. You're trying so hard not to laugh in his face, and trying is the best you can do, right now. You never were good at hiding your smile from Toji. He can't see it, but he can feel the way your lips widen, and he's occasionally kissing your teeth when your sluggishness keeps you from matching his pace. With little pants leaving you, you drag your lips away.

He sighs, frustrated by the loss of your softness against him. "Baby..." he groans, the sound almost whine-like to your ears. He wants more, so much more of you, and you're ignoring him. You're too busy kissing his chin, and his cheeks, and the tip of his nose.

You drag your other hand down to his chest and keep your hands splayed out on it as you let your lips trail his jaw, lightly sucking on the skin. Toji can't help but think about how this version of you will be gone in the morning. You won't be as outwardly affectionate, you'll go back to second guessing every move you make with him and shrinking every time he steals kisses from you, instead of confidently kissing him back like you did a minute ago.

You make your way down his neck, pressing kiss after kiss on him before you move towards his ear. "I love you, Toji," you whisper, kissing the shell of his ear after. "Love you, love you, love you soooo much," you barrage, before throwing him off with a bite to his earlobe. You giggle like a menace into his ear, the warmth of your breath luring goosebumps out onto his skin.

He chuckles, repeatedly squeezing the soft skin of your waist between his hands. "Yeah? Tell me again," he murmurs snaking his hands beneath the back of your shirt. Your skin is very warm, and there's nothing to blame but Toji and that shitty wine for making your body react this way.

With uninterrupted hands, you course your fingers through his hair and lean in to bite him again, this time on his neck. Toji chuckles at how you instantly rush to soothe him with your tongue and a warm kiss, even when you inflicted zero pain on him.

"I love you, Toji," you repeat into the wet indentations you left behind. "My love... my handsome man... I cherish you, you know?"

Toji is practically purring at all the affection you're showering him with. The slurring of your words is blocked out and they remain clear as day to him. He manages to hum a deep little "mhm" to your last statement.

"It's just so hard to talk to you sometimes. You... you're so intimidating, sometimes. I don't expect you to understand..." you divert your gaze to his shoulder, not able to look him in the eyes as vulnerability takes sudden control of your emotions. "It seems like I don't appreciate you sometimes—all the time, but I do, Toji. I do appreciate you, and I can't ever say I love you enough to show it. Words aren't always enough."

Toji catches the waver in your voice and his eyes dart to yours. You're tearing up, and you're trying to still your quivering lips by pressing them together.

"Shit," Toji mutters under his breath. You have the saddest expression he's ever seen and it's messing with his heart. He pulls his hands out of your shirt so that he can swiftly pull you into his warm embrace. "Hey," he coos. You're shaking against him, holding your breath to avoid sobbing. Your lungs burn, but you'd rather feel that than make a scene of your tears. "Don't be sad, mama. What's with the tears, hm?" he murmurs. He can feel your tears dampening his shoulder, but the fact that you haven't made a sound is concerning. "Breathe or you'll die," he says, only half joking. He rubs a soothing palm against your back, his other arm around your waist.

You let out what sounds like a mixture between a choked laugh and a sob, slowly but surely regulating your breathing. You don't even feel like saying anything anymore because you know your voice will give way to even more pity.

"You're more than enough for me," Toji says, his chin resting on your head. "I know how you feel, you know how I feel. We're complete." He can feel the way you scrunch his shirt up into your fists. As if he would go anywhere without you. "I get you and you're stuck with me. Got it?" You silently nod against his shoulder in response. "Sit up and let me look at you."

You really don't want him to see you this way. Your eyes feel swollen and you don't feel presentable.

"I can't..." you say, barely audible. You release his shirt and let your hands go limp behind him.

"Why not?"

"I'm not pretty right now. Don't look at me."

"I'm gonna look at you," he challenges with a teasing grin.

"Toji, don't look at me."

"Too late, it's happening. Plan's already in motion," he says, sliding his arms onto your shoulders.

"Toji, don't-" He effortlessly pushes you off his shoulder and gives you a once over. You look defeated and you're unable to look him in the eyes, but at least he can see you now.

"Don't know what you were so worried about. You look the same but more blush-y." You finally give him your slightly reddened eyes, a soft smile appearing on your face. You look like your sober self. "Yeah, you look the same."

"Are you lying?" You ask, still not regaining the full strength of your voice yet.

"I wouldn't tell you if I was, but no, i'm not lying. You're so pretty." Toji wiped away tears that were stuck beneath your eyes, and you giggled. He washed away your sadness within a couple minutes. Toji always did this for you in exchange for your love and affection. He lifted your spirits when you didn't feel deserving of him, and with time, he got much better at recognizing the signs that came with this ridiculous idea you planted in your head.

"You're done loving on me? Already?" He asks in playful disbelief.

"You're not done with me? Do you actually want more?" You ask, hesitantly.

"Don't want more, I need more," he corrects, returning his hands to their rightful place on your waist. "Get all up on me, princess."

You giggle, leaning closer towards him to peck a kiss onto his cheek.

"Mhm, like that," he says, contently, when you pick up the pace and start smothering him. "Yeah, baby, there you go." His forearms go beneath your shirt, encircling around your bare waist and pulling you close to him like before. "Who's getting spoiled like me?" He says through a grin. You're holding back laughs as he continues to praise you for your affection.

"S-Stop," you say through a wheeze, not able to contain the sound any longer when you looked at him.

"What are you laughing at, huh?" He chases you this time, pressing his nose into your cheek before planting a light kiss into your jaw.

"You're so unserious," you say, turning your head as he keeps going with the kisses.

"Mmm... I'm serious about you," he says, feeling the vibration of your laughter against his grin. "So serious."

Your cheeks feel incredibly hot from how much you've been smiling. In this little drunken haze, things are so good. You're so happy, you're so affectionate, and you talk so much. This isn't like you at all, but it's not hurting anyone, especially not Toji. There was one minor slip, but you moved past it so quickly like the words never left your head to begin with. You're just so simple... so easy to take care of.

Toji notices the way your eyes are starting to lid with tiredness, and while he would love for you to doze off in his arms right then and there, you'd probably prefer waking up in a bed.

"Let's go to bed, yeah?" He suggests.

"What? No! I just got here... We can still talk, and kiss and- I'm not even tired."

Toji grins at the way you fight him on this, and he has half a mind to indulge you when you look so adorable, but he has to stand his ground. He's right.

"But, you are. You can't even hold your eyes open, anymore."

You feel sad again because the rest of the night would be going to waste if you both go to sleep early. You're there to spend time with Toji, and yet you feel like it's your fault your time is being cut short. You're thinking you shouldn't have drank the wine so quickly, if at all.

"Listen, doll," Toji says. He doesn't like the sadness that resurfaces on your pretty face. He doesn't think you should look that way because of him. "We're just gonna go lay in bed. We don't have to go to sleep. We can stay up as long as you want. Light on or light off, whatever you wanna do, let's just move it to the room."

You sigh, still not completely convinced that the night isn't over, but Toji managed to persuade you. "Will you carry me, please? My legs feel like jelly."

"Of course. What kind of person would I be if I let you stumble into the room on your own?"

You sigh, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, your face buried into the crook of his neck. "You'd still be my favorite person, but i'd be a little upset..."

Toji stands from the couch, humming in response to your quiet mumbles.

"...but not really upset. Just a little bummed. Not for too long, though, 'cause I love you, but I would expect an apology from you if I fell down," you draw out.

Toji cracks at your little ramblings. It's a ten second walk from the couch to the bedroom, and the whole time you were working through a hypothetical conflict.

"Yeah? You'd want me to say sorry?" He asks, setting you down on the bed.

"Mhm, and then I wouldn't be upset or bummed anymore," you mutter to yourself as you roll onto your back.

"That's fair. Want the light on or off?"

"Off," you blurt. "Let's tell scary stories," you trill, enthusiastically. You pull the blanket over your lower body until it reaches just below your chest.

Toji makes his way to the bed after turning off the light. He takes his shirt off, and out of habit lets it fall to the floor. "We're not telling scary stories this late at night," he says, joining you beneath the blanket.

"But, they're funny," you say, turning to face him. "I don't get scared, either."

"Depends on who's telling the story. I'm sure as hell not gonna feed you a nightmare, doll."

"Boo," you say, lowly. "Whatever, i'm over it already," you mutter, rolling your eyes.

Toji watches you grow more and more tired as you throw random, nonsensical topics at him. You're taking longer to respond by the minute, and you're dozing off while humming in thought. You shake awake each time it happens and try to keep the conversation going, but Toji just shushes you and tells you to go back to sleep.

"I can see the moon through the window," you mumble, looking past him.

"I know, shh..." he hushes you, again.

"There's only like... one star," you whisper, in awe.

"Baby, come here," Toji says, like he's about to lecture you about the rules of sleep, but really he's just thinking that if his body heat doesn't put you down, he's gonna have to stay up with you until you fall asleep on your own.

You scoot closer towards Toji, tucking your arms into your chest when he reaches out to pull you into him the rest of the way. His body exudes so much warmth, you feel like you don't need the blanket at all.

There was nothing left for you to say when you couldn't see or feel anything but him. It was as if you were gone the second he enveloped you in his arms. You were small to the brink of nonexistence, no longer there to tell him what your surroundings were, or to ask him thoughtless, silly questions. You were no longer there to fight off the sleep he only seemed to bring closer towards you. Feeling his warm skin against you made you change your mind about this invisible fiend that was pulling your eyelids down. You now welcomed the calls to rest from your steady heartbeats.

Your silence gave him the answer he needed, but for good measure, he poked at you with a whisper of, "Ma?" and waited a few seconds for your response. Nothing. He sighed and coiled around you tighter. Thoughts of the night ran through his head. Your soft, yet, occasionally bruising kisses and the imprints of your teeth on his skin, your unapologetic laughter, your certainty in using the pet names that claimed him as yours. He was weak for the amount of times you openly told him you loved him. It was a psychedelic dream, to say the least. One he hoped would continue once he followed you into slumber.

You woke up hours later, completely smothered by your bear of a man. All you could do was stare up at the ceiling, while you waited for Toji to wake up because he was literally breathing down your neck. His arm rested over your chest, his legs were tangled with yours, and his face was right beside your face. You weren't feeling the effects of the wine anymore, and luckily, you didn't have a headache or any signs of a hangover. You were back, which meant...

"What are you staring at?" A deep, raspy voice jolts you out of your thoughts.

You look at the handsome face next to you, and as if your heart can hear and see, it wakes up. "Nothing. Just woke up," you lie.

"Mm... you were staring hard at the roof. I thought it came to life or something," Toji chuckles. You smile, briefly, before looking at the ceiling again.

Toji releases you and flips onto his back, wanting to know what's so fascinating about the space you're looking at. "What are you thinking?" He asks, when he discovers nothing but blank space.

You take your time, not wanting to stumble over your words. Your heart skips a beat when he turns his head to look at you. In the time it takes for you to respond, you both could have gone back to sleep again.

"A penny for your thoughts?" he finally says, following the idiom with a question. "Did I even use that correctly?"

You can't help but laugh, nodding your head to answer his question. "I'm thinking about last night. Sorry if I said anything stupid."

Toji turns his body towards you again, thinking the only thing that's stupid is that he's still staring at the roof instead of staring at you. "You didn't. You were calm, from what I got to see, at least."

"So... boring."

"Not boring," he instantly catches. "You were perfect. You didn't have me running around chasing you, you weren't a brat—it couldn't have gone better, ma." He purposely missed something in his less than brief recount of the night to you. He can think back to the emotions that seeped through your little daze, and your insecurity about outwardly showing him love, all he wants, but there's no way in hell he's bringing that up to you, now. "You ramble a lot," he adds, a soft smile emerging on his face.

You can feel your cheeks warming up. "Oh god," you groan in embarrassment. "That's not- Sorry, that sounds... not so fun. Annoying of me, actually."

"Stop, it was cute," he assures, adding more fury to the blush creeping on your face. "Then you wouldn't go to sleep 'cause you kept seeing stuff outside the window."

You wanted to drown yourself in the blanket. Shame and embarrassment were winning their battle against you, as always.

"That was also cute," he says, watching the way your lips twitch as you bite back a smile. "You know my favorite part, though?" He says, grinning as he leans towards your ear.

"N-No, what?" You ask, trying so hard not to giggle.

"When you kissed me and told me you loved me," he murmurs into your ear like it's a dirty secret.

You snicker, the short sound of amusement evolving into laughter within seconds. You throw the blanket over your face and partially over Toji's face. The sight of your veiled body shaking with laughter lured out a couple chuckles of his own.

"That's funny?" He asks, pulling the blanket down, allowing you to see the sly grin he's sporting.

"A little bit," you respond, smiling— a remainder of your laughter.

"Silly girl. Come here," he says, dragging you back into his arms. "There's no reason you should be awake at six in the morning on your day off. Let's go back to sleep," he murmurs into the crown of your head. "We can go out for breakfast, later."

"Okay," you mumble, eyes shut already as you embrace the natural warmth of his body.

"One more thing," he murmurs. You don't raise your gaze, but your ears are open and you're listening closely. "Tell me you love me."

You didn't expect that, but you weren't going to deny him of such a simple thing. The words were easy to recite because you meant them with every fiber of your being. "I love you, Toji," you comply, immediately.

He sighs, contently, almost like hearing those words revitalized him. "Love you, too, mama."

That went out to every version of you.

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case dismissed ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

Summary: sometimes, men don't take y/n seriously in their world. y/n doesn't like to play the mafia card often, but what use is a mafia husband if not for this?

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ ln x reader ⋆˙⟡

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ mafia au ⋆˙⟡

masterlist ☾☼

the courtroom buzzed with tension, as y/n y/l/n, highly skilled and known for her quick retorts, faced the jury. she was in an all-out war with a condescending christian who seemed to enjoy hurling his sexist remarks about her during the proceedings.

“i'm sure the jury is smart enough to decipher emotional manipulation by ms. y/l/n,” christian spat, itching with his overly expensive tie. “come on, don’t they teach women in college about emotional manipulation these days? because, that's exactly what's happening here!”

a shift of anxious whispers traveled across the court, but y/n simply raised an eyebrow and continued her points. she had grown to expect patronizing men like christian, and all dismissive of her just for being a woman. she had suffered much worse in this world, yet somehow, she always came out victorious.

as the suit dragged on, christian's quotes got more and more frequent, and too intrusive. he gave her directions about how to dress, what to say, and even what to do. while y/n was calm, she was also trying to put the flames of rage out. she certainly was not going to let this man’s crude sexism prevail.

the case revolved around a complex corporate fraud scheme, where christian's client, a powerful conglomerate, was accused of swindling millions from unsuspecting investors. y/n, representing the plaintiffs, had meticulously built her case, exposing a trail of deceit and manipulation that led directly to christian's client.

christian, however, resorted to personal attacks, hoping to distract the jury from the overwhelming evidence against his client. he questioned y/n's competence, suggesting that her success was due to her "feminine charm" rather than her legal acumen.

"i'm surprised ms. y/l/n even understands the intricacies of this financial matter," christian scoffed, "perhaps she should stick to cases that are more... emotionally driven."

y/n gritted her teeth, but refused to rise to the bait. she knew that christian was trying to provoke her, to make her lose her composure. but she was determined to remain professional, to let her legal skills speak for themselves.

the trial dragged on, with christian's sexist remarks becoming more and more unbearable. y/n endured it all, focusing on her arguments, presenting her evidence with unwavering confidence. she was determined to win this case, not only for her clients but also for all the women who had been underestimated and belittled by men like christian.

finally, the moment came when christian made a particularly nasty comment about her "emotional instability," suggesting that her arguments were based on feelings rather than facts. y/n had had enough. she reached into her purse, pulled out her ID, and walked over to christian, her eyes blazing.

"can you read out my name, please?" she asked, her voice dangerously soft.

christian smirked, thinking he had won. "sure, whatever," he said, taking the id from her hand. he glanced at it, and his eyes widened in shock. His face paled, and he started to stammer.

"y/n y/l/n- y/l/n norris?" he stuttered, his voice barely a whisper. "but... but that's..."

"yes," y/n interrupted, her voice now ringing with authority. "it's also the last name of lando norris, the most influential, not to mention dangerous, man in the city. my husband."

the buzz between the people in the courtroom, was subtle yet frightening. christian looked like a corpse and was one more second away from truly fainting. what he did not know was that wife of the mob boss he was insulting repeatedly was in fact married.

“apologies, mrs. norris,” christian softly murmured, trembling. “i really did not know.”

“y/l/n-norris. and, that’s correct. you did not,” y/n cut off. “you were so preoccupied in being a sexist pig that you could not notice anything else.”

turning to the judge, she continued in the same cool and controlled tone, “your honour, this case is as clear cut as they come, there is no additional information that i would like to provide.”

in silence the judge seemed to admire her calmness and how she handled that unexpected turn of events. “very well,” he said, looking at her. “the case is dismissed.”

y/n y/l/n-norris could not help herself smiling after the case had ended, she was not only able to win the case, but educate christian on respecting women. however, she had not quite finished yet. she still had her husband waiting for her with a gleeful glimmer in his gaze.

that evening, christian was bound to a chair in a dark, soundproofed room. he was frightened, realizing that he was in the hands of lando norris, a man not particularly famous for his mercy.

the door slowly opened, and lando entered, accompanied by y/n. christian's eyes went wide with fear as he beheld the mob boss come towards him, a sadistic grin spreading across his face.

"look who's back," lando said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "about time. death has been waiting for you."

y/n snorted, "babe, that was a terrible line,"

lando groaned, "i knew i shouldn't have used this one! george said it would sound cool!"

"clearly, george was wrong!"

christian began to plead for his life, but lando, turning his attention back on the man who was tied up, just laughed and shook his head. "you should have thought of that before you chose to disrespect my wife," he said. "now, you're going to pay the price."

y/n observed her husband handle christian, feeling a sense of contentment wash over her. she knew that lando would handle things and that she didn't need to worry about christian ever causing her trouble again.

as she left the room, she couldn't help but feel a burst of pride in her husband. he was a dangerous man, but he was also intensely protective and loyal to her. she knew that she was in safe hands with him, and she wouldn't have it any other way.

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Hijacking Ancha's rb to add this bonus doodle I did very quickly

Proof that I still can't draw motorcycles- I MEAN. Killer w/ his bike!

That Modern(ish) Tauverse AU where we have Nightmare and his four adoptive sons now has this lil collection of Bad Reference Doodles lol!

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Planets in the second house

Here is the 2nd house of the money series, I no longer post astrology but I decided to release what I had left. For context check out my original money houses post which explains what the 2nd house shows e.g. what kind of money. Well, since I love talking about money, let’s get into it 😁.

Jupiter in 2nd house

Jupiter here can make you a lavish spender, you can spend quite a lot here because Jupiter rules excess, and can even represent overindulgence. But spending on yourself makes you feel limitless, you feel good not only spending but also earning a lot for yourself, it improves your self esteem and only makes you further confident and joyful about yourself. This is the retail therapy placement except unlike Venus, you guys don’t do it to experience something but more so to express what is within you; abundance. You have so much, so why not? It’s very much of a “I have nothing to loose, I have more at home”. It’s like the “we have McDonald’s at home, but I’ll buy it here as well”. It’s the kind of person who orders from 3 different restaurants for one Uber eats order because they see it as: ‘why would I order from one place like a pauper when my fav dessert and coffee place can be included’. These natives refuse to accept less than they deserve. It’s either go big or go home. You own a lot of assets or you can a small amount of BIG assets worth a lot. E.g. the native can own many houses across the world in different countries OR own one big apartment complex in another country

You earn your assets in a role that requires you to to have a lot of confidence and positive attitude, like if you’re not then it can really mess up your earnings and even have clients or stakeholders question your competence or why you’re even in your position. With Jupiter also linked to travel, culture and foreign things, the way you make money will also need you to appeal to many audiences almost uniting them, for an example being an ambassador for your country while you live abroad, or learning multiple languages to communicate to clients. Your career is very much based on your personal self esteem and beliefs which makes me always look at this placement as the self employed placement, or in a high office.

Jupiter also represents teaching, or higher learning this doesn’t mean you’ll be a teacher but rather your job can make others learn from you, people look up to you as a guide, unlike sun which guides by simply existing, Jupiter here makes you express yourself in a way of which people learn, rather than just looking up to you, more like the way a students looks up to their professors, not a: “I want to be you”, but: “I want to do what you do the way you do it, because you do it best”. That’s how you guide. A guide on how to become wealthy or a guide on how to become more confident in the self. This positive ideology of yours makes you wealthy because your assets are built from the foundations of your own healthy inner self esteem, making you accept nothing but better, your bar is in heaven and anything below that is not right.

I’ve noticed natives here can talk about money assets and large sums of wealth as if they’re nothing. Talking about being a millionaire is an average Tuesday conversation. It reminds me of Elle woods in legally blonde who when asked how they got into Harvard law school they responded with “what.. like it’s hard?”. The way you guys also make money is effortless to you. It’s just the way you are. These people can find navigating their career paths easier than other placements because of the ease Jupiter brings

This is more of an observation but I’ve noticed the cockier the people are here with this placement the more they can end up earning of benefit from that. Sometimes even being flashy and bragging about your lifestyle will draw others to it because it only highlights your abundance and how you are fit to lead having such lavish things

You guys spend your money on things that help you grow. And that’s very circumstantial because in the 2nd house, for some that’s positive behavioral therapy (self value) and others it would be a new building with clean views (expansion). It is rather dependent on the sign as well. For an example: if you’re an influencer: purchasing the best jewels and house to flaunt online. An athlete: having the most stupendous savings so they can launch their own sports brand, or not be held back by sponsors budget. A mathematician may be owning the most calculation intensive advanced degree in Quantum physics regardless of the price (as the 2nd house also shows the skills needed for us to earn money) Jupiter can give you the best of the best no matter how extravagant.

E.g Selena Gomez, Jeffrey Star, Princess Diana, Madonna, Donald Trump, Megan Fox, Bill Gates, Shakira, Audrey Hepburn, Winston Churchill, Roger Federer, Charlie Sheen, Kylie Jenner

All these people are known to approach themselves with such confidence and high self esteem being leaders and earning money because of the way they see themselves and own it. They’re all the kind of people to waltz around with high end expensive items like it’s nothing because they know they deserve it, regardless if they’re politicians, royalty, business men, computer scientists, musicians, actors or athletes.

There’s so much more I could write 4 pages just on this placement but I need to write about the other planets so next, next.

Sun in the 2nd house

You’re literally known for being the wealthy one as Sun shows where we shine and can attain recognition, or you could be known as the person who’s heavily invested in their earnings or for what you spend them on, people can always be pointing out the nice things you own, this can show someone who’s always working even when they’re not on shift because they’re always invested in their income, it’s like they live on a material sphere like a finance bro or a cryptocurrency market nerd, you could have a wealthy father too. But this placement is the epithet of a rich auntie who only is known to be wealthy and thriving, or at worst could make you appear as someone overly materialistic only concerned about money, always working. But who cares, it’s where you shine the brightest.

When you spend you do it as a form of self expression. Sun in 2nd house means the things you buy are a way for you to express yourself, this can be purchasing artistic houses fine tuned to your personal preferences whether it be artistic, efficient etc. is all based on the sign. But regardless your assets, savings and possessions are rather dependent on the sign of the sun, since the sun planet doesn’t explain quantity of what’s in the house like Saturn or Jupiter but more so the level of its importance. Your personal income is VERY important to you, you need to be stable to feel secure and balanced, otherwise you can feel insecure, have a weak ego and just feel unable to function which gives you bad publicity and makes earning more further difficult.

For you, spending is something you do because “it’s how I am”. If you don’t spend it feels like at times you’re having to withhold yourself or put yourself away, dim your light. Spending money you can’t replace is a big Nono for you, your possessions are an extension of yourself, which is why it can trigger you if someone mistreats your belongings, looses them or breaks them it is very hurtful because they hold such a strong importance to you. This is the native who couldn’t be separated from that one toy as a child because it was theirs and they were one, if you want the native you must accept their assets too, which is how these people can actually be rather generous because when you feel like you can be yourself around someone you can give them your things because it’s like you’re giving that person yourself. You can also be proud of your class or maybe you can’t hide it, regardless of whether it’s lower or upper because that’s your belief or it’s set as a precedent. You’re not the most generous unless you really trust the person you’re giving to won’t do something silly.

I’ve noticed these natives can be disliked for pointing out discrepancies in the way a value or financial system works e.g Jordan Peterson, Karl Marx, Bella Hadid, I think it’s because with the sun here they can point and direct others to values that are not being talked about enough or can highlight concepts so that everyone can understand.

How you make your personal income requires you to be the forefront of a team, or a company, or a business, or a department, or a brand etc. I think of leading positions and being known for how much you earn benefiting you because the sun paves the way, is given recognition, the light directs us and forces everyone to look at your assets and focus on that part of yourself, you need to be intentional on the things you purchase because people are always assuming your earnings based on the brand or quality of what you own. When sun is in the 2nd House it means you can be a key determinant of how much you make depending on your performance, if you steal the show and take the light 🎭 at your job, your payroll commends you with a large income, the audience is happy and everyone probably knows about it because it’s essential for your job -for an example you may have to list your contractor service prices online, have received recognition as 30 under 30 in Forbes or you could be a public company that must declare its financial statement thus increasing visibility and sales.

You know everything about where and what’s going on in your accounts and pockets, this is the kind of person able to identify that they overpaid for a house or the listed equity pay in a company is not enough for the position they’re in. Your role needs you to point things out that are out of place or could be better, you make the most money when you’re in charge because the Sun leads. The rest of the planets follow.

You guys may save and spend to solidify your status and security, you need to feel embodied in your finances and can have a decent amount of savings to prevent loosing that ability to make a ‘statement of the self’. Remember the sun is tied to the ego so you can also become rather immature using money to triumph over others if negatively impacted.

Natives with this placement: E.g George Clooney, Elvis Presley, Tom Cruise, Cristiano Ronaldo, Paris Hilton, Oprah Winfrey, Kourtney Kardashian, Bella hadid, Kris Jenner, Jeffrey Epstein, Emma Roberts, Jennie Kim, Jordan Peterson, Karl Marx

Notice how they all are known for having a leading, striving image based on either income or values. Jordan Peterson being one of the well known horsemen of male self value podcasts, Oprah Winfrey listed on Forbes known for just being wealthy and exposing systems or people, kris Jenner being the founder of the kardashian Jenner enterprise as a “momager”, I could go on for each of these individuals.

Pluto in 2nd house

You only spend with purpose here, you spend your money on things that give you an upper hand, control over a system, your values or spending on a power you are supportive of. When I think of this placement I imagine it being someone who has what they call “F you money”. “Fuck you money” is the amount of financial resources required for the average person to say “Fuck you” to their employer but still be able to meet their financial commitments over the long term. That’s what you guys have, in fact it’s rather intimidating, it’s similar to the same level of freedom as Uranus has in finances except the difference is that you guys want to be free from control so that you can control others when you feel like it. Your mindset to income, assets and finances is “I want, I will have”. “It belongs to me”. You can even go by underhanded means to acquire wealth.

Pluto in 2nd house makes you spend on things you desire, things that make you not only look powerful like the sun in 2H but BECOME powerful, for an example property owners that bid obnoxiously high at auction houses for the final say (just so no one else can have the item) or the billionaires in Monaco known for their yacht parades where only the well accomplished can participate. Of course you may not be a billionaire but the point is, you spend big money on things that are of significance to your power, that speak levels of how important you are. Otherwise you have lots of money in savings that you’re waiting to spend on later for the perfect moment.

Pluto in 2nd house is not someone you want to start a legal battle with, here you guys have extensive amounts to spend for power, an arsenal for war. You won’t ever allow yourself to run dry of resources to a point where you can’t defend yourself and let others run all over you, this is the child you could NOT get lunch money from. They’d rather fight with their nails pulled out than give you what is rightfully theirs. You could have even grown up in an environment where money was power, and if you didn’t have enough it would impact your value. E.g. upper class private school, echelon family, elitist classist peers, dangerous scary people who only stopped if you were wealthy. You can also feel entitled to anything of value believing it belongs to you. This is the kind of person who when they say “I’d kill for that” or “I’d sell you if it mean it could..” you need to side eye.

This placement makes me think of Bruce Wayne (Batman) in the way the native spends, and their attitudes to money and the self, it’s like everything is a power trip and it seems the native is overly blessed with resources, “if I don’t have it all I’m nothing. But if you have less than me, you’re nothing and I’ll tell you what to do”. Johnny Depp actually has this placement. I googled his spending habits to confirm if they’re are true to my description of Pluto in 2H

As we can see he used his money to fulfill his desires, obsessions and image. He also sued the fuck out of any media or person that bad mouthed him leading him to eventually win the amber heard trial where most would have given up wasting money on the multiple cases.

The skills needed for you in your job may be things like understanding psychology, dissecting behaviors, research, actually dissecting something like a surgeon, mortician, taxidermy artist or piercing someone like a piercing artist or gang member would. You need to scare people to make that bank. (Also made me think of how Johnny depps most profitable roles were as Jack sparrow, Edward scissor hands, sweeny Todd, all to do with slicing using a sword scissors or a knife).

You earn your income by making orders, being in control, expressing your obsessive darker values, exerting intense behavior, essentially “playing the villain”. You’ll see with these natives that when they play villains or are villainised online or have a bad reputation, work in taboo subjects that’s when they start making the most money e.g.

Doja cat- her dark aesthetic , Michael B Jordan- biggest payout from Killmonger role, Vivien Leigh- 2 Grammys and most money from narcissistic power hungry role as scarlett o'hara in gone with the wind , Trisha Paytas- her never ending YouTube dramas and controversial takes which people can’t stop watching, Zoe Kravitz- playing catwoman, Rocco Siffredi- an Italian pornographic actor, director and producer. Known as the "Italian Stallion", Marilyn Manson- again known for controversies and dark imagery, Robert Downey Jr-His career has been characterized by critical and popular success in his youth, followed by a period of substance abuse and legal troubles, before a resurgence of commercial success in middle age.

Also Pluto is here it can make your finances fluctuate similarly to the way Uranus would but less frequently but FAR more dramatically. You can go from 0-100 in wealth. You can come from a very asset rich background only to loose it all or come from rages to riches. When people discover how much you earn, your income, or your spending habits etc. they’ll be really intimidated by you, scared in the way that they feel like you could make them disappear (whether that’s because you outdo them or they genuinely see your money as life threatening is circumstantial lol). You may be attracted to darker possessions like a black chic penthouse, ruby, emerald jewels, sleek cars. The classic wealthy supervillain kind of assets. Your peers are also very jealous of your income.. it’s best to keep it secret and let your power speak for itself.

Mars in 2nd House

Very similar to Pluto except you guys don’t spend for power or to triumph others but rather for passion, if your passion is to outdo peers, you’ll spend. If your passion is to protect something you’ll spend on that. You spend because it excites you and brings a drive, a sense of purpose. You LOVVEEEE working to attain income, earning your income is like a battlefield, you love putting in the effort to get it similarly to Saturn except you guys are a powerhouse, you don’t have an off button. It can also make you someone who overworks themselves, addicted to the adrelanin rush which also indicates that your job requires you to work under stress, competition or harsh environments like a politician, manual labourer, rapper, lawyer, athlete, dancer, entertainer, engineering, those people who get paid 300k to climb up tall dangerous buildings to change a light etc. Money comes in quick for you, you could be paid weekly or just large sums rather frequently. Raises aren’t unheard of with this placement because they’re always willing to negotiate rebuttal and prove their value to their client and bosses.

You guys can purchase assets as a venture pursuit, for fun, earn when you’re dissed and profit from people attacking you. Michael Jackson has this placement and one time Eminem made a diss track about him so he bought his record label and owned his music and now makes money every time Eminem disses (angers) him in the song. That’s a royalty for every curse word.

Receipts.

The way you make your income requires you to take quick action, express your aggression, and confront using your wealth, you fight with your money, so of course it can indicate competition. Here this placement can make you own the best of the best and it can be a competition to you, you want it all. It reminds me of Patrick Bateman how he couldn’t accept his peers having better business cards than him, that’s how you guys are like with your income. It also reminds me of natives who actually have this placement: Vladimir Putin, Martin Luther King, Alexander the Great, Rachel McAdams —— notice how the behaviour that made them the most income forced them to be competitive, relentless, bitchy even petty? (Regina George)

Should you discover your being paid unfairly or that your peers make more than you, you’ll be PISSED. This placement makes me imagine someone owning fast driving cars like Ferraris, race cars, motorbikes, purchase a high rise building, have insane interior decor in there home that’s loud, intense and personifies the Martian sign.

You perceive money as a way to compete, it’s like your car in a formula 1 race so obviously natives here can try to improve their car to the latest model, in other words constantly attempting to make more, own more, learn more skills for their job. You guys are highly motivated in whatever makes you money because earning that money gives you so much ambition and drive. You may be attacked and hated for your values especially in the role required to make money, it can invite danger. Yet that’s where you thrive -nobody else can do it like you.

If these natives are saving up money it’s for a plan to attack and use for later. They prefer to spend as quickly and as passionately as they like to earn money unless they’re waiting for a special occasion. E.g saving up for a car, a new home gym upgrade etc

This placement literally reminds me of 7 rings “I want it I got it”, that’s how you view money, you spend because “I want it”, “I’m driven to have more”. Like a fisherman pulling its reel, a hunter chasing its prey, gaining income is your stimulant activity

Individuals with this placement:

Vladimir Putin, Martin Luther King, Alexander the Great, Rachel McAdams, Jim Carrey, Elizabeth Taylor, Michael Jordan, Michael Jackson, Winona Ryder, Russel Brand, George W. Bush, Neymar, Richard Ramirez, Joan of Arc, Jennie Kim

Notice how all these individuals thrive off making income or attaining value with a bad boy/girl, dangerous attitude?

2nd house in Neptune

People say that having Neptune in the second house is not that good because Neptune is illusive, very wishy washy and the only way you can get money is “in your dreams”. But Neptune is the planet of even the impossible, you get money “FROM YOUR DREAMS”. Those fantasies you’ve had of making so much money you could swim in it, doing something nobody could ever imagine is a possibility with this placement because if you’ve dreamt it, it can become a reality. If you guys have always had a dream of becoming a certain person e.g a pilot, an entrepreneur, a model, inventor, a leader, singer, scientist whatever it is -that calling is your answer. I kid you not, during my research the most influential people of all different industries fall under Neptune in 2nd house. There’s a reason for that. (You’ll see the list of otherworldly accomplished people at the end)

People don’t believe you guys because they literally don’t see your value, Neptune can cause illusion, meaning others can’t see what you’re aiming for clearly. Isaac Newton literally has this placement and people thought he was crazy for asking why the apples fall down yet his vision created the future we have today. You can appear unrealistic, like you assume everything will go as planned, or that you think you’re right when you’re not, people think you’re delusional, they may even see you as dumb. At worst it reminds me of pearl from the movie Pearl who believes she was supposed to be a star. At best: Steve Jobs who has this placement and proves how he saw a future in Apple that nobody else did

Him gaining income from Pixar company that deals with imagery, fantasy and film (all things that Neptune represents) really is the cherry on top.

That’s what Neptune here makes you: a visionary, it’s as if you went back in time and brought a concept from the 2150s to our present day, people cannot fathom your values and your skills, you can seem almost too good at the way you make income, you can be entrancing, deceptive even. Neptune also represents the future, with this placement you’re able to plan, predict, fantasise or act in a way that is beyond your time and will benefit further generations. As long as you have some groundedness to act on your dream with practicality and realistic planning, you’re literally set. You set your goalpost in the sky now you’re tasked with having to learn how to fly which is why most struggle to believe in you. Don’t just say you will one day, actually act on it, do not let your dream die.

You can romanticise your job and the way you make income, you leer at a lifestyle of spending or earning lots of money, to you that’s something that just feels intuitively right. It’s like you guys close your eyes at night, wind down envisioning being in an ultra wealthy lifestyle while you’re laying in a stuffy bunk bed that you have to share with your siblings. You don’t see your reality as your end result but more so as a bus stop. You spend because “I’m promised more” you guys like to borrow from the future, you can and up spending money because you believe you’ll be paid soon or you can spend into overdraft because you need it for your success e.g an upcoming model going into overdraft to pay for her plane ticket to their debut fashion show.

It’s almost Venusian how you indulge in your assets, income and possessions except you make it look like a dream with a touch of hope, it’s like Cinderellas possessions before midnight, it’s so grandiose but if you look very clearly its not so real yet they make it their reality and like Cinderella become the princess they dreamed of being. You know those people who post their evening routines on YouTube in their penthouse showing their work environment and film their lifestyle OR those business advisors who sell courses but actually are broke renting out a mansion as an Airbnb to deceive their followers, that is exactly what it’s like for these natives. You spend your money on things that you’ve always wanted or dreamt of owning which gives of a romanticised impression of the things you own, you show the pros without the cons. I can imagine people like Nara smith having this placement because she sells a fantasy. This is also why you can be good actors. You can purchase homes, cars, art, assets etc. from your favourite tv shows for an example someone with this placement may purchase the Barbie home in real life or recreate Hannah Montanas house because they’ve always wanted it. You can also own things that are exact copies of what someone else has, maybe even dupes. Neptune likes to copy. In general the kind of assets you own are very much crafted with some kind of illusionary touch to it due to Neptunes fickle nature.

Your way of generating income requires you to sell a fantasy, or to do the impossible, you have to appeal to others, lie even, your job requires you to have ideas that make people want to believe you. You could be naive or prey on others naivety. That’s usually why Neptune 2H jobs are associated with deception. Although it points to someone being an artist (illusions) but I actually think people with this placement could work great in sales and be good persuaders, I think they could do anything, because their power is persuasive. The actors with this placement play in roles of which their characters are beyond life, have this sense of naivety to the bad, their characters complete the impossible and are a symbol of the future e.g Jennifer Lawrence (known for katniss Everdeen), Natalie Portman (Black swan and Padme)

Now when it comes to savings… I must admit you guys don’t think of potential setbacks as much as the other planets. It’s not that you fail to save long term goal but more so approach it like “I’d really like to have this much saved one day”. You can dream of a life of security but can struggle to act on it, depending on the sign of course. Possessions and income to you aren’t necessarily just resources but more so what you’re destined for. People can view your values, skills, assets etc. as a waste of time, even asking you “why would you waste your money on that?” only to realise that it’s actually a brilliant idea in the future.

Key individuals with Neptune in 2nd house:

Taylor swift- In her 2020 documentary she reads the diary she owned as a child which talked about how she wanted to succeed and was meant to be successful. Jessica McLane a former classmate to Taylor swift says she was bullied because “She was literally, 16 or 17 leaving school to pursue a career that people are telling her that she could never have.” Taylor made her dreams come true and is now a billionaire who will probably achieve a lot more of her dreams if she hasn’t done them already. She also embodies Neptune 2H because of making money from art and has been accused of deceptive behaviour like not allowing other stars to hit #1. Who would have thought that country girl would become a billionaire businesswoman? Taylor probably did.

Ted Bundy- very deceptive, income came from the nativity of people, his persuasion and lies. He used that illusion to lure in victims his possessions were not only the cars he stole from lying, the victims bodies that were never found (Neptune can hide and deceive) but also the hearts of the media, people still adore him in film, romanticising his work, his skills and charm long after the crimes he committed

Anne Frank- her diary will always be a timeless possession that still inspires millions of people to this day, I can imagine at the time of crisis they must have found the concept of her journaling during a genocide illogical and even stupid. Neptune also is associated with selflessness and to this day The Anne Frank Fonds foundation in Switzerland that collects royalties from Anne Frank's diary distributes the money to charities, education projects, and scientific research. Her income is literally given to future dreams. That’s Neptune in the 2H

Donald trump- his real estate empire shows his grandiose approach to material possessions, he’s always known he wanted more money and transformed the amount he was given into so much more

Lana del Rey- such an entrancing otherworldly voice, her voice is described as a siren even, however some argue that it’s deceptive, fake because of her live performances being so different

I would continue highlighting the many ways Neptune 2nd house has impacted people but there’s too many key individuals who have paved history with this placement.

Honourable mentions:

Isaac Newton, Natalie Portman, James Franco, Rafael Nadal, Jennifer Lawrence, Hailey Baldwin, Muhammad Ali, Kris Jenner, Grimes, Justin Bieber, Steve Jobs, Pope Francis, Olivia Rodrigo, Frank Ocean, Edgar Allan Poe, Boris Johnson, O.J. Simpson, Queen Elizabeth I of England, Sydney Sweeney, Lewis Hamilton, Judy Garland, Mitski, Russia (the literal country), Monica Lewinsky, Hedy Lamarr, and Christopher Columbus.

All these people seem so sure of themselves when they tell you how they got to where they are now today, they are so well beyond their time, scheming almost. Their skills, values, possessions, incomes are all things that transcend throughout history as something that paved the future. There is a mix of discoverers and some of these individuals were discovered and once you see what they brought with them it’s like “how come nobody knew??”. Whether it be Christopher Columbus and his findings of America (can be seen as deceptive as Native Americans were residing there), Monica Lewinsky and her affair with the president or Isaac newton and his concept of gravity. I guess we will just never understand the blinding affect Neptune has. All I can say is that if you see someone or a place/event with Neptune in 2nd house… I suggest you keep an eye on them and at least listen to their idea, no matter how unrealistic it may be.

Oh and don’t forget. If a Neptune 2nd house could benefit financially by deception, you’d never know if they are showing the truth. They get away with financial crimes anyway.

Uranus in 2nd house

You intellectualise your spending habits, you can literally justify buying the most bizarre artefact known to man and you will think through before purchasing something and justify it because it’s for “a greater cause” whether that ‘cause’ be another erratic purchase or something that impacts humanity, surprisingly you’re actually right about it’s efficiency. Uranus isn’t a dumb planet, it’s… unique. You have a ‘think smarter not harder’ mindset when it comes to choosing what to buy, it reminds me of those self cleaning vacuum robots that people buy because it fits a niche purpose. You can make spending, earning income or attaining wealth a utilitarian journey, they can even see it as an advancement for humanity, like their pockets are a gift to the people which is why they’re associated with philanthropy, being inventors, activism etc.

These natives are giving but it must be for the right reason. You’d have to pitch to them first for them to support your philanthropic endeavour. Some of you go so far to renounce all your belongings and live in poverty. Many times they are reliant on the philanthropy or giving from others. People’s support may give them assets.

You can spend on specifically niche erratic things like a pet giraffe, a taxidermy raccoon butt sharpener, very random I know -but that’s the point! It’s like people can huddle around your possessions, your house, your car and think that’s so cool or even find it kind of weird, random, funny or just deranged. Sometimes people can look at your belongings and ask themselves ‘what am I even looking at right now?’. Regardless of their reaction people are always shocked, shocked by what you own, how much you own (could be surprisingly wealthy/surprisingly poor) or why you do the things you do. I always see Uranus as that weird kid who got bullied in secondary school which is what these natives may be seen as when it comes to your assets, you may have people trying to label your style, define it, which is why Uranus in 2nd house is associated with owning one of a kind possessions, like a once in a lifetime made car, these natives literally would pre order the Tesla cyber truck unironically, obviously you may have a different style to the cybertruck -but I mean that’s the level of strangeness they exhibit when it comes to their possessions. People can get why you buy the the things you have , it’s cool, unique, intellectual and a conversation starter but… they’re still shocked because although it makes sense, it defies what is normal.

Your home could be filled with weird stuff, whether it be antiques, a maximalist room, taxidermy, anime body pillows or a fully functional robot, that’s the thing, you just don’t know with these individuals. The property and assets you own could be extremely efficient for your needs but very erratic. You may not even live in the property you own, Uranus is detached. You may want to be free from earning income, the 2H shows how you make money and your relationship with it therefore natives here generate income in a way that doesn’t burden them and feels like something they’d do for fun, due to the detachment of Uranus they could work in fields that aren’t congruent with themselves, something they wouldn’t usually be interested in or they can make money by aiding in the freedom of others.

It’s not that you don’t value money, you only value what it can do for you. If it can’t serve the purpose you’re seeking for then it’s pretty much just there and you’ll either spend it on something erratic or save it up to do something erratic. These natives aren’t very good at saving. But since planets here show how you store money, if they do save, Uranus 2nd housers are very witty with it, probably have the best interest rates, investments in cryptocurrency, strange ways of saving storing money that blows peoples minds like “how did you think of that?”. Uranus makes your finances become a spectacle even. Going from high to low very frequently, it’s unstable but these natives (as much as they complain about it) won’t do anything to change except letting go of their assets of course, this is because they want a quick fix to their financial stress, they don’t want to worry about money, they just detach. They have bigger fish to fry. You can stay in the same home for years no matter how much income rises due to it being efficient, I’ve also observed these natives appear humble in their earnings regardless of how much they may make.

The skills needed for you to make your income is most definitely invention, intelligence, you have to think in ways not done before, not tested or tried, kind of like marinette from miraculous ladybug using her lucky charm finding an unpredictable, bizarre way of using it. You need to be odd to do your job, only someone who is eccentric could make money the way that you do, the way you generate income is also liberating for you, people are shocked with what you do to make money, you could have a very niche job that not many people dream of- not because they don’t want it, but because it’s so unique they didn’t know it even existed. It’s almost as if your job is made just for you, you’re set apart from even those in the same field as you and if that industry requires innovation you are the best of your peers, your income is made by expressing parts of yourself that are usually constrained as Uranus liberates, it is rebellion, which is why you do your job so well, it’s a playing field for that side of you, and how you go against authority.

Also for each of the planets in this 2nd house series, I’ve observed that actors make the most income from the roles that fall under their 2nd house planet. With the actors who have Uranus here they usually play in pioneering, leading, out of the box thinking roles etc.:

Benedict Cumberbatch- Played as Sherlock holmes (role required themes of intellect, eccentricity, thinking outside of the box to be Sherlock) same with Dr Strange (very ironic because Uranus literally represents things that are weird). Also he invested in startups such as Tentrr, a camping app, and ScribbleChat, a texting app, (Uranus represents technology)

Andy Samberg- Played as lead detective Jake Brooklyn 99 (very intelligent, unpredictable wordplay involved, solving things, putting bad guys away, emotionally detached)

Adrien Brody- played as Władysław Szpilman in The Pianist (a role where the character had up and down assets, had to constantly think out of the box to survive, used his skills to rebel his circumstances to get by yet never fully reaching financial stability)

You defy by making someone financially suffer for their wrongs, like going on strike, neglecting a clients investment, abandoning assets, you can boycott or fund certain causes. You’re also the kind of person who would do their job for free. You can be petty with finances and buy weird stuff because you can, invest because it contributes to something. You’re intellectual with where you put your money.

Key Individuals with this placement:

George r.r Martin- author of the Game of thrones series, asoiaf is definitely such an innovative piece of fiction, deals with themes of liberation, freedom and is so unhinged it’s unheard of.

Emma Frances Chamberlain- American YouTuber. Time Magazine included her on its list of The 25 Most Influential People On The Internet, writing that "Chamberlain pioneered an approach to vlogging that shook up YouTube’s unofficial style guide. (Income from technology, pioneering, quirkiness, thinking out of the ordinary. All Uranus themes)

Lord Byron- British poet, behaved as if income didn’t exist, very wealthy yet very broke and practically ran away from raising income, died fighting for Greek independence. kept a bear in his room while he was a student at Trinity College in the early 1800s. He's said to have purchased the bear in defiance of the rules that banned students from keeping dogs in college. (Uranus freedom, unhinged and erratic themes while owning weird stuff)

Jacqueline du Pré - a British cellist, today acknowledged as one of the greatest exponents of the instrument. Her interpretation of this work has been described as "definitive" and "legendary. (Unique vision, pioneering)

Yves Saint Laurent- founded his eponymous fashion label. He is regarded as being among the foremost fashion designers in the twentieth century. Yves Saint Laurent can be credited with both spurring the couture's rise from its 1960s ashes and with finally rendering ready-to-wear reputable. (Standing out in his industry, thinking out the box, rebellion to norms)

City of Geneva, Switzerland- long history of income from watchmaking and machinery. (Uranus represents technology and industrial development)

South Korea- makes 70% of its GDP from its electronic exports. The world's second-largest producer of semi-conductors. (Uranus technology and innovative thinking.)

Honourable mentions:

J.R.R. Tolkien (author of The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings), Malcom X, Venus Williams, Jackie Chan, Avril Lavigne, South Korea (the literal country), Pakistan (the literal country), Lewis Carrol (author of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland and its sequel Through the Looking-Glass, he was also a mathematician and logician), Pablo Picasso, Tiger Woods, Uma Thurman, Francis of Assisi, Sofia Richie, Queen Elizabeth 2nd, Benedict Cumberbatch, Marilyn Manson, Simone de Beauvoir, Gillian Leigh Anderson, Nina Simone, Adrien Brody

All of these individuals made the most when they thought outside of the box and did something different to what people expected, shocking the public makes them wealthy. It’s interesting how I also observed that someone tends to fund these natives lifestyles since they cannot fund it themselves. Notice how these individuals are so swept up with the skill or causes they need to generate income instead of actually making the money? The only way I can imagine these natives being filthy rich is if they pursue something they love and abides by their erratic values, otherwise they’ll see it as a chore and try to run away from it.

Saturn in the 2nd house

This placement reminds me of Ebeneezer Scrooge, you guys can be extremely wealthy yet very frugal, you can be respected for how you approach your possessions, always making sure they’re in fine quality for the cheapest price. You stretch your money, coupons, discounts, comparing quotes, getting home renovations but for the most price effective way, OR you can feel like you constantly don’t own enough and feel worthless without your assets, like a turtle without a shell, you can feel like a disgrace if you don’t have enough. People with this placement don’t like to spend too much at all unless there’s aspects and other planets in the 2nd house, this is because Saturn is where there is restriction. You can spend your life focusing on financial discipline. Saturn here can make you excellent planners when it comes to budgeting your finances. You don’t want to feel financially unstable and won’t let that happen under your watch.

Saturn is a strict teacher that teaches you discipline. Therefore you probably have had some unfortunate experiences when it comes to not only your assets, possessions and income but also your self worth. Your things could have been forcefully taken away, home auctioned, grown up poor/in debt, been hyper aware of your family’s finances or there’s just a constant fear that you will end up penniless if you don’t make every penny count. You will spend to exert your mandatory authority, for an example you may spend to bail a family member, spend to own company equity or stocks, pay for your business property mortgage, to pay employees, spending is a responsibility.

You’re always working for your income in one way or another. Which is exactly why you have the potential to earn a LOT. Saturn is also the area we master the most in our lifetime due to discipline, you’ll eventually rule authority and overcome your financial inconsistencies if you’re still struggling to be stable with your income, especially more so if you’re an Aquarius or Capricorn rising. It is often said that this happens by or during the age you’ll be when Saturn returns to the sign it was in when you were born. Aka. Saturn return. Also if you are a cap or Aquarius rising money is ALWAYS on your mind, it haunts you even, you may not purchase things because of your hyper awareness of its status symbolism, knowing it can make you appear less dignified.

The skills required for you to make income are being in charge, working on being the first or best in your field. Like Prince the musician, Zendaya, King Charles III, Snoop Dog. All of them hold a certain kind of authority and respect is held to their name because of the discipline shown in their lives that grants them income, if they don’t like how they’re being treated professionally they’ll let you know and not do business with you again. These natives work dutifully, to make more money it requires more authority, more responsibility, the more they take on in cutthroat environments the more they make income. Working under you is also borderline violation of human right act, you like to make your employees work like dogs 🥲, because that’s what you do to yourself.

You need to have dedication, put in the hard work, sacrifice the time, stand in authority, become the one that makes the decisions, stand up for yourself and better the systems put in place, your authority is a gift and the gateway to expanding your earnings and possessions. Your income is based from you delegating, planning, strategising. You are the patrons of charity, You can own heirlooms passed down to generations, own ‘old money’ aesthetic assets like historical buildings, classic cars, vintage furniture, blood money diamonds, established status symbols that most recognise as prestige, OR on the other end you can be extremely frugal, the cheapest car, cheapest most efficient home without having extra costs. It’s seriously a hit or miss with this placement because Saturn likes to restrict, but also likes to make you master so it’s a journey.

Of all the planets Saturn in the 2nd house is the best one at saving. Money and assets are saved in locked, bonded accounts, heavily restricted, guarded with lots of authorization needed for transactions. This is the person with biometric passwords and 3 safe words then a signature just to pay for sandwich bread. You guys NEED stability and your savings are heavy because you desperately feel you need to pinch onto every penny ‘just in case’. Where Jupiter feels entitled to income, possessions and assets, you on the other hand feel honoured. You spend because “I must” you earn because “It’s a necessity” there’s a level of stress that comes from managing your wealth. If saturn is alone here you guys can stay at the same company climbing up the ranks because you believe that income, wealth the material things are worth waiting for. You are dutiful to your job position and take work very seriously. It can feel frustrating because money can take a while to come in or it’s like you have to work harder than others to get what you want and when you see others do it, it’s irritating. But you must remember that you also have authority, you guys call the shots, that’s where your dedication and hard work takes you, although other people may take the easy route they never “master” like you do. Unlike them, you guys make the generational wealth, that’s why so many royals have this placement. Your income, your assets and possessions last a LONGGGGG time, passing onto generations, the kind of assets that allowed your great grandchildren to become millionaires, it reminds me of when Donald trump says “my father gave me a small loan of 1 million dollars” your assets are a foundation for exponential growth. When you invest in stocks gradually you really make it grow, if you own equity of companies that asset grows over time. You make the most once you commit to a financial plan like a business or investment and continually contribute to it year after year, you are sooo dedicated and uphold your duties without failure which is why you do it better than the other planets. This placement also makes you extremely wealthy once you retire, I know your retirement fund is beautiful.

When people see your possessions, your house, car or anything they can really respect you, it goes two ways. They can either think you worked very hard to get where you are and hold you in high regard or they can be impressed with how you’re able to restrain yourself from spending too much and appreciate your dedication to being a cheapskate.

Key Individuals with this placement:

Zendaya- owning classic vintage assets and multiple real estate, only affiliated with status symbols, the reason she makes so much money as an actress is because of how highly respected she is, she’s also is authoritative and fired her agent because they couldn’t assert themselves against racism in her career

Arnold Schwarzenegger- actor, billions businessman, former politician and body builder, he’s known for his incredible discipline that lead him to wealth, he was a millionaire before he was an actor because of his real estate investments, his hard work on himself such as body building helped his acting career(Saturn builds overtime), he has such an intricate well planned investment portfolio and he is known for his discipline/financial advice. And let’s be honest, who else would write a book called “Be Useful” other than a Saturn influenced individual?

King Charles 3rd- where do I start with this man. He’s literally known to be SUCH a stingy man. Whenever I think of the worst of this placement I think of him right here, he farms organically, skips lunch to save money, he is known as very hard working doing paperwork past midnight everyday, Saturn authority manifested as a literal king, his staff and advisors are held extremely accountable working strenuously. Just read about his day to day life and his financial dealings if you want to understand this placement properly

Roger Federer– Tennis legend with unparalleled discipline in his sport. Federer’s financial success comes from consistent hard work, endorsements, and investments. He also exemplifies Saturn’s respect for tradition and authority, being a revered figure both on and off the court.

Honorable mentions:Clint Eastwood, Jacqueline Kennedy, Friedrich Nietzsche, Kate Moss, Kendrick Lamar, François Fillon, Stephen King, Grimes, Roger Federer, Dominique Strauss-Kahn, Steven Spielberg, Prince Philip Mountbatten, Duke of Edinburgh, John Cena, Donald Glover, Diego Maradona, Richard Branson, Shaquille O’Neal, Rosé (K-pop), Jules Verne, George Lucas, Jane Austen, Los Angeles California, Saudi Arabia, Madrid Spain.

Notice how these individuals tend to establish themselves in fields that require immense patience and long-term dedication. Whether through meticulous planning, as seen with Roger Federer’s career longevity, or by creating something enduring, like George Lucas’s Star Wars legacy, these natives focus on building something that will outlast them. Many of them also seem to handle wealth as if it's more of a responsibility than a pleasure—often using their resources to invest in ventures, support others, or leave behind a legacy.

Interestingly, it’s common to see these individuals gaining respect for their resourcefulness and ability to work within constraints. Even when their industries were cutthroat, they approached challenges methodically, often turning setbacks into stepping stones. I can imagine these natives feeling a deep need to prove their worth through results, and their income seems to reflect the amount of structure and discipline they bring to their craft. They’re not the type to take shortcuts; instead, they value integrity and careful strategy, which is why their success often grows slowly but steadily.

You might also observe that these natives often tie their self-worth to their ability to maintain control over their financial or professional lives. I can imagine that they find financial freedom not through extravagance but through security and stability, knowing they’ve created a safety net for themselves and those they care about. Their wealth isn’t just a display of success; it’s a testament to their ability to master life’s challenges and leave something of value behind.

Venus in the 2nd house

Tell me you’re blessed without telling me you’re blessed. Venus is literally at home in this house. Not only do you guys have such a soothing voice you just ooze sensuality, hence why Elvis Presley, David Bekham, Paris Hilton have this placement. You just get princess treatment even if you’re a man. You spend on things that make you feel good, a beautiful home? A beautiful car? Beautiful jewellery? Beautiful watch? Beautiful wife 💀, no seriously this can at extremes be someone willing to pay for services, escorts or those rent-a-girlfriends, Anything that makes you not only look but FEEL beautiful. You spend because “I deserve it 👑”. It reminds me of those sprinkle sprinkle girls on TikTok and men who like to be praised. If it’s in Leo, my goodness it’s even worse haha. You guys deserve it all, think of Sharpay Evan in high school musical. You’re the IT guy/girl in your social class, you can get a lot of compliments on your possessions because you have really good taste that’s appreciated by everyone, you’re the person in class who everyone at school is raving about their Louis Vuitton limited edition exclusive bag, it’s more so conventional beauty even if it’s in Aquarius -assets are recognisable for its beauty, also you guys have the best smell, if you wear fragrances people may compliment your scent or want to know what you’re wearing, this placement along with Jupiter 2H reminds me of those overconsumption influencer pages because they’re always so blessed with the nicest stuff. Except unlike Jupiter you guys own stuff to fulfill you, not just to keep around for exploration. If Venus is here alone you can spend on things like Birkin bags, private jets, first class, fancy cuisine, designer possessions, luxury houses, luxury cars, you can be bratty about your money and self entitled (as you should because let’s be honest, who doesn’t want what you have?). It screams spoiled.

You can earn your income from things regarding satisfaction, beauty, pleasure and fairness, it honestly depends on the sign. Like if it’s in Libra you may be a diplomat, lawyer, fashion designer -be very pleasing visually and socially, in Taurus could be a singer, food taster, chef, Leo- a model, hair stylist, in Cancer can be interior designer, architect housewife, caregiver, etc. it could be anything to be honest you can still work in any industry of course but the second house shows you the skills needed for you to make your income and with Venus here it’s very much related with pleasure, beauty and fairness, you may be giving it to others or indulging in it yourself as a job. As you can see it’s so varied that this can literally range from a sex worker to a world peace diplomat, so don’t try to pin it down too much, you’d need to look at the rest of your chart. 

Regardless of what it is you do, you need to feel good at work, you can be someone who always looks good at work because it affects your income, you make spending an earning a “leisure” or a “treatment” it’s like going to the spa, like a satisfied “ahh” when you’ve finished your job, you actually love what you have to do for your job because it makes you feel good about yourself and heightens your self esteem. You can get praised a lot at work for your skills and be blessed without working as hard as your peers. Can be favoured by your company, least likely to become redundant, personality hire, nepotism, or just straight up a delight to work with. This placement also reminds me of Adrien Agreste from miraculous ladybug, you guys just have it good, it’s like the table is prepared for you at your beck and call, unfortunately though it can also suggest that the way you were given love growing up was through financial compensation OR you weren’t given that much which made you feel like you needed material gifts and wealth to feel “worth it”. You feel great about yourself but when you aren’t being given compliments or gifts for what you do or the way you are it’s like you don’t even matter, you can feel like nobody cares about you. This reminds me of those artists on TikTok or instagram that post their drawings online and get no followers, likes or comments so they stop posting, or influencers when they get cancelled feel like their whole fandom hates them so they quit. In return this can also end up making you have people pleasing tendencies, not always to your detriment it can just be small things like  buying doughnuts for the team at work because you know they’d like it and you actually want to, while it also makes you look good. 

You own beautiful possessions, I always think of Marilyn Monroes outfits, image and jewellery as the Venus 2nd house affect (she doesn’t have this placement but you guys have that wow factor in your possessions). People think you’re spoilt or you spoil yourself because of your possessions, you get a lot of bonuses because Venus is a gift, you can receive praise bonuses at work like “most sales” or “best customer service” bonus. You own the Pinterest board houses, the pretty cars, the house your Venus ruler is in will also show you further depth as to where you get your income, skills, possessions and gains from. Like if it were in 7th house it might be your partners- business or romantic, if 3rd house can be siblings and friends, 11h can be scholarships, community, sponsorship groups, go fund me etc. 

It also indicates your love language is gifts as Venus shows how we receive beauty, luxury, pleasure etc. even though 8th house shows your gains, Venus here also makes you get a lot except instead of it being shared with you, it is owned by you. Like someone purchasing a home in your name, a trust fund etc. 

You can have a good amount of savings, or not have to worry about it because someone else is saving in your name. It reminds me of Gabrielle Solis, a character from desperate housewives tv series who’s husband refuses to give her his credit card as a punishment, therefore other men end up paying for Gabrielle’s expenses like her shoes, fine dining etc. she says “I’m a pretty girl, and pretty girls are never lonely”. What Im trying to say is that even if you get broke somehow you always have someone or something at the right time might swoop in and pay for your stuff, can be a family member, friend, work bonus, just depends on the sign. Although this isn’t the 8th house, people can pay for your stuff because Venus represents receiving and love being expressed. You can end up not having that much savings because you’re always spending it, but because Venus is here and it shows how we store money; you can store yours in prestigious banks that are known for luxury and added benefits, trust funds or even as a child you could have had the most prettiest piggy bank that made saving an indulgent pleasure. Earning, Spending and Saving money can feel good for you because it’s adding to your security that you so deeply value. Also your weddings are bomb as hell, beautiful I must say especially if your Venus is in cancer here. You guys have the “crazy rich Asian” kind of weddings. 

To maximize your income and earn more, I’d say you should act entitled to the best, knowing that you deserve it all. Your self worth isn’t dependent on receiving but know that you receive because you have self worth. You need to look good, feel good and enjoy leisure, give satisfaction. That’s how you can make more income and own more assets. It can range from lip service to clearing up the air in a diplomatic manner at work

[stzrgirl4norris]

born to be with you

Lando Norris x Best Friend!Reader

summary: reader and Lando were best friends to their eyes only, but they were forced to face their true feelings once confronted by an uncomfortable situation

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THREE'S A CROWD - SATORU GOJO AND SUGURU GETO

✴︎ summary: professors satoru gojo and suguru geto rarely wanted the same thing at the same time -- that was until you. ✴︎ contents: 18+ only, nsfw, professor au, gojo is a physics prof and geto is a ethics prof, competition style smut, so much smut, handjobs (f!+m! receiving), oral (f!+m! receiving), creampie, unprotected sex, dom! + sub!gojo, dom!geto, degradation (whore), praise kink (gojo + reader), semi public sex, office sex, double penetration, pet names (sweetheart, princess, baby, pretty) ✴︎ wc: 12,596 (again what's wrong with me)

There was little Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto did actually compete over — growing up as best friends, most would have expected a little healthy competition, and there were disagreements, arguments, and even a few fist-fights here and there, but there weren’t many things both desired at the same time. 

Until you. 

A new professor at Jujutsu Tech University, you were fairly green, but your reputation as an academic had preceded you, and landed you a position at this prestigious university. And right in the crosshairs of these two best friends who also happened to hold positions there — ones who were surely some of the most coveted on campus amongst faculty and students alike. There were little times where you would find one professor without the other outside of the classroom — Professor Gojo had even somehow annoyed Chancellor Yaga into having his office next door to Geto’s. 

Professor Gojo taught Intro to Physics as well as a few other related courses, including one about the infinite nature of the universe, while Professor Geto busied himself with teaching Introduction to Ethics, and other related courses, including one that was solely based around the trolley problem. 

“The trolley problem?” you asked, sitting in Geto’’s classroom, hanging around his desk, as he was beginning to clean the board of his notes from the class you had sat in on — a part of the mentoring program at the university for newly burgeoning professors — giving a sense of camaraderie and community. Right now, all it was giving you was an understanding of why there was an influx of women interested in ethics. Geto had his jet black locks tied into a neat bun, a lock hanging loose that framed his face — one that you had both the urge tuck back into his bun, but also twirl it between your fingers. His crisp white button up was unbuttoned a few buttons down after class, a deep ivy sweater vest thrown over it, “how can you teach an entire class on that single problem?” 

“Almost any problem in ethics could be the subject of a semester-long debate, especially the trolley problem,” he chuckles, as he turns to you, placing the eraser down a moment, as he rolls up his sleeves to prevent residue from staining his shirt. His fingers expertly unbuttoned the cuffs, before carefully rolling them up, “the trolley problem has many iterations, it dissects the concept of a moral quandary to a science, creating the idea of an impossible choice with no right answer,” 

“Many things in life have no right answer, but there’s always a choice to be made,” you hum, “what would be your solution to the trolley problem?” 

“The fact is that there is no right answer, but there are right questions to ask and things to consider,” he shrugs, “most people don’t know truly what their answer would be in that situation — some think it would be better to sit helpless, letting fate decide, others think that they would choose the answer that saved their loved ones, and some think they would choose the answer that benefited the most people — but the way the problem can be formulated has so many iterations that almost any answer could be swayed,” 

“And are you so easily swayed?” and he shrugs, pursing his lips. 

“I’d like to think not,” he smiled — and you knew why so many people had crushes on him and Gojo — not only their looks, but their intelligence. 

You hum at his words, still utterly more enthralled by the way his forearms looked, and judging by his raised eyebrow, he noticed, “But why an entire course about it?” 

And he shrugged, as he crossed his arms, smirking as your eyes flicker back from his arms to his gaze, “It’s one of my favorite ethical dilemmas, wouldn’t you want to teach a course on your favorite subject?” 

“I would simply like to learn my way around the university without having to come an hour early to account for getting lost on campus,” and he laughs, a noise that makes your heart squeeze, his lips curled in a smile — and you hide your own, happy you were the one who made him make that incredible noise, “It’s 50-50 whether or not I’ll find my car after this,” 

“Well, I could help with that,” he steps forward, hands in his pockets now, thumbs visible on either side, “show you around? Show you the spots to see, what to avoid, maybe even how to stare without being obvious?” and you flush at his words, knitting your brow together to feign innocence, “nice innocent act, maybe it’d work on someone else — not on me, sweetheart,” 

And you can’t stop the next question from tumbling out of your mouth, “What would work on you then?” 

This was a bad idea — you had just started here two weeks ago, and here you were flirting with not only a professor, but the professor assigned to be your mentor here, one of the two professors everyone had their eyes on—you needed to stop. 

Then he smirked, a wicked grin that only left you wanting more — more of that smirk, more of his words, more of him, “That’s for you to find out,” he offered you a hand, “so shall we find out?” 

And find out you did—

—Find out just how skilled he was with that sharp tongue of his. 

It wasn’t supposed to end up this way — the tour was innocent enough. He helped you get down a route from your parking spot to your office to your classroom, he showed you the good spots to escape for the day, the best spots around campus to eat or get a coffee or tea, and then you ended up in his office. He had offered you a drink — an expensive sake bottle that he had gotten from the chancellor for his good work. 

“Satoru doesn’t drink so usually, I end up drinking alone, so this is a nice change of pace,” and you snort slightly, as he raises an eyebrow, as he pours the shots, “and what’s funny about that?” he asks, offering you a small shot glass filled with the sake that you swirled before downing. And he did the same, eyes still glued to you, a small trickle of the sake slipping out of your corner of your lips. 

“Just the idea of you drinking in the office alone, it’s a little sad,” you chuckle, “do you not have many friends aside from Satoru?” as you pour yourself and him another shot, not noticing how he walks over nor how close he is. 

“I’m very selective about who I spend my time with?” and your cheeks warm, and it's not from the alcohol, as his voice is low when he speaks, “and well, I’m not alone now, am I?” he looms over you, his hand resting on the arm of your chair, caging you in, his other hand reaching to rest fingers against your chin, “you’re here,” 

“Geto—” 

“Suguru,” he corrected, his eyes sliding over your body, “you’re not one of my students, Professor,” and heat trickles down your body at his words, as he leans down, tongue darting out to lick the trail of sake from the corner of your lips, “but it seems like I have a lot to teach you, regardless,” 

You shiver at his actions, “We shouldn’t—” 

“Lesson one, nothing in the code of ethics prevents any consensual relationship amongst staff members,” his lengthy fingers trace your jawline, before he kisses along it, “lesson two, there’s nothing unethical about our relationship — our mentor/mentee relationship period is ending now, and we are simply colleagues—“ his thumb drags down your plush  lips, pulling at your bottom one, “for now,” 

“Suguru,” and he’s leaning even closer. 

“And lesson three, that I only can teach you if you return my feelings,” his lips are a centimeter away, breath warming your lips, his bangs brushing against your skin, “so the question remains, Professor, do you?” 

You nod wordlessly, breath caught as your fingers brush his cheek now, “I do, please—“ 

And his lips curl, “Good girl,” he leans down, kissing you softly, lips parting only after a moment, and then you lean up again. He’s smiling against your lips, as his hand slides to the back of your neck, more insistent this time as you taste the sake on his mouth — and somehow it’s more sweet on his lips that it was on your tongue. 

Your lips part again, a breath away, foreheads brushing, as your fingers grasp onto the soft front of his sweater to ground yourself on something, before it slides against the toned surface of his chest under all the academic wear. 

“Like what you feel, Princess?” And you flush, cheeks burning as you give an almost undetectable nod, and he chuckles, “good, because so do I,” 

And his head is leaning down for another kiss when there’s a knock at the door, “Yo Suguru!” And Suguru moves back, just as the door swings open, as you struggle to grasp onto any semblance of decorum, as Satoru Gojo enters. 

“Don’t you know it’s good manners to wait to hear a person say ‘come in’ after you knock, Satoru?” Suguru raises an eyebrow, thoroughly unimpressed — his composure impressive for a man who had kissed you breathless not a minute ago.  

“Huh?” Gojo glares at Suguru, lips twisted in a frown, “Haven’t I made enough progress for you? At least I started knocking,” Gojo huffs, smirk on his lips, as he glances at you now, “oh it’s the newbie,” and your gaze slides up to his, a polite smile on your lips, and you almost feel like his cerulean gaze lingers on your lips a moment too long, his gaze sliding back to his best friend, “am I interrupting?” 

Satoru Gojo stood framed in the doorway, and he was picturesque — an academic’s wet dream in his blue button up with navy suit coat slung over his shoulders. 

“Only a celebratory welcome and end to our mentoring period,” Suguru shrugs, sliding a smile behind Gojo’s back when Gojo turns back to you, “would you like to join us? We were just having some sake,” 

He grimaces, “Doesn’t sound like much of a celebration,” he looks to you, sly grin playing on his lips, “she looks like she’d much prefer something sweet, isn’t that right?” 

You blink, “I mean, I wouldn’t mind,” and Gojo winks, offering you his hand, your view of Suguru’s scowl obscured. 

“Sounds like the lady has spoken — there’s a great place that sells kikufuku not far from campus—“ 

“We actually have plans for dinner, Satoru,” Suguru cuts in, as you furrow your brow — since when? “And I think a discussion of her future and trajectory at the university is more important than enjoying sweets,” 

Gojo only grins, his body grazing the side of your chair as he steps away, hands in his pockets, “Well all work and no play doesn’t sound very fun to me, does it, Professor?” 

You crack a smile, “Sounds like you have the opposite philosophy, Gojo,” 

“Satoru,” he corrects, his gaze making your breath catch in your throat. 

“Satoru,” you say and his lips curl into a grin before Suguru clasps a hand on Satoru’s shoulder. 

“Don’t you have papers to grade?” And Suguru’s tone left little to be argued with, and Satoru only sighs dramatically, crossing his arms. 

“Fine, fine,” he slides a last look at you, as you rise to your feet,  “pleasure meeting you, we’ll have to have dessert some other time,” and he leans forward to whisper this last part in your ear, “though I think I’ll have trouble finding something as sweet as you,” 

Your cheeks flush, and it doesn’t go unnoticed by Suguru as Satoru leaves, and Suguru only smiles at you, “Shall we go?” 

You don’t notice the slight edge to his voice, or the way his eyes slide to glare at the door, as you busy yourself gathering your things, “Since when did we have dinner plans?” You ask, your last word coming out as a squeak, as his arm wraps around your waist, pulling you much too close. 

“Since I wanted to spend more time with you, is that a problem?” he murmurs against the same ear whispered into, teeth grazing the soft flesh of your earlobe, and you bite your lip, sighing as his lips slide to your jaw, “well, is it?” 

And you shake your head, “Never,” and he’s leading you out of his office, and you don’t notice the way his eyes narrow when his eyes narrow as he glances at Satoru’s office right next door. 

~~~

“Don’t work too hard,” and your gaze snaps up to find Gojo at your office door, leaning against the door frame, “your face could freeze like that,” 

“And would that be a bad thing?” you rolled your eyes, as you pulled yourself away from the stack of exams you were stuck grading since the university hadn’t bothered to assign you a T.A. yet. 

He takes your reply as an invitation to come in, swinging the office door shut behind him, “No, not at all, but I’d prefer to see those pretty lips in a smile,” and your lips curl, as he adds, “plus you’ll end up looking like Suguru — a perpetual stick up his ass,” 

You snort, “You two have nothing but lovely things to say about the other,” you say sarcastically, “but i guess that’s best friends for you,” 

“Nah, Suguru really does have a stick up his ass — pretty sure its a requirement for all ethics professors,” he shrugs, as he opts to lean against your desk rather than sit in either of the chairs, “now, can I take you to have that dessert I mentioned before? Looks like you could use a break,” his eyes glance over the stack of exams piled upon your desk, “let me be your solace, sweetheart — the world of academia is a harsh place,” 

You offer a small smile, “I’m stuck grading these exams — I have to have the grades in by tomorrow, and I still have about thirty-two to get through,”

“Don’t you have a T.A. to pass this off on?” and you shake your head, and he hums, taking out his phone, “I’ll reach out to the Chancellor for you — let him see what the hold up is. The old geezer owes me one anyway,” 

“You don’t have to—” 

He only continues to type, without looking up, “I want to,” and before sending off his email, “should be able to get a student assigned to you soon, and I asked him to give you an extension as well, so now you have no excuse,” he grins, plucking the pen from your fingers, his fingers brushing your own, before offering his hand, “shall we?” 

But there was one excuse you hadn’t exhausted yet — “Satoru—” 

“You’re really making me work for it, beauty,” he rubs the back of his head, smile on his lips, “not that I don’t mind playing hard to get, but you know, I do always get what I want—” 

“What about Suguru?” and his smile fades, expression unreadable. 

“And what about him?” you sigh, leaning back. 

“I assume you know—” 

“About the fact you two have been hooking up?” he shrugs, as you flush at his bluntness, “yeah, and what about it?” 

You stare at Satoru, thoroughly confused by his nonchalance, “Wouldn’t that—” 

“I’ve already spoken to Suguru, he’s fine if I pursue you as well,” he smiles, as he rounds the corner of your desk to stand closer, “and that’s what this is, sweetheart — me pursuing you,” 

And your cheeks grow hot, stomach flipping at his words, as your heart struggles to keep up with your mind, “So you both are okay with me seeing the other?” 

His lips curl into a grin, “Nothing wrong with a little friendly competition, sweetheart — me and Suguru don’t have any intention of backing off,” he tilts his head, “you’ll have to choose eventually, and I know you’ll make the right choice,” 

“But—” 

And he sighs, slipping his hands into his pockets, “For now, this is just a colleague welcoming another colleague to our very prestigious institution, just a friendly outing,” and you nod, rising from your seat, but he draws close, lips a breath away, “but next time, it will be a date, angel, and kikufuku won’t be the dessert I’ll want at the end of the night.” 

~~~

“Suguru, should we really—” and his lips cut you off, a bruising kiss that steals the logic from your brain, and only leaves lust in its wake, your fingers moving to grasp the front of his now very creased button up. You needed to ask him about your conversation with Satoru — but all you could think about is how you could get him closer, closer, closer. 

“Always taste so sweet for me,” he murmurs, his tongue slipping into your parted lips, as his fingers card through your hair, “what is that cream?” he hums, and you almost freeze — the kikufuku you had for lunch left over from your impromptu time with Satoru. 

“Suguru, I need to talk to you about something,” and he’s impatient, as always, as he leads you to his lecture hall desk, pressing you against the edge of it, his legs pressed between your spread thighs. 

“Talking isn’t exactly high on my priority list right now, princess,” he hums as his lips slide over your jaw, leaving wet kisses along it, before his teeth nibble and suck a mark right under your jaw, making you hiss. 

“Not there, people will see—” 

“People, or Satoru?” he murmurs, as you freeze as you pull back, his dark gaze lidded, but his expression inscrutable, “he told me he asked you out,” 

You purse your lips, “I wanted to talk to you first to see how you felt—uhmph—” his lips smash against yours, swallowing your words and your noises eagerly, as his hands slide down your sides. 

“You can see Satoru if you want, baby,” he mutters against your lips, “see him, date him, fuck him — go have your fun,” and he’s sinking to his knees in front of you, as you look down at him with red kiss ruined lips, “but don’t forget who’s the one making you feel this good,” 

And he’s pushing up your skirt, pressing sweet kisses to your thighs, making them shake under his touch, as his finger presses against the wet patch on your panties, “Has he seen this yet?” and you’re too busy gasping to answer, so he only presses down meaner, rubbing you in tight circles, “answer me,” 

“No, no, we haven’t even kissed—” and he’s pulling aside the crotch of your panties, air hitting your already wet pussy, “Suguru—” you’re whining already, and he only smiles in response, as his finger teases your opening, gathering your pre-cum on his fingertip. 

“Should’ve known, you look fuckin’ tight, baby, gotta stretch you out, don’t I?” and a lithe finger is teasing your outer lips, before it sinks in slowly, dragging against your walls as it does, bullying your insides until it’s knuckle deep. And your fingers find their way into Suguru’s hair as he begins to fuck you in earnest, the lewd sounds of your cunt nearly echoing in the lecture hall as he thrusts his finger in and out, “hear that, baby? Your pretty pussy is practically sucking me it, won’t let me go, but I think it needs more, don’t you think?” and another finger is sinking into you, joining the other, curling and stretching against you as they piston in and out, your slick slipping down his fingers and onto his palm. 

“Fuuuck, so fuckin’ wet for me, princess,” Suguru looked so gorgeous, his jet black locks pulled from their normally neat bun, strands hanging in his face, as your fingers grasped at his head, buried between your thighs on his knees, his hands splaying your thighs open on the edge of his desk, the cuffs of his sleeves unbuttoned and rolled up, as two fingers sink into your dripping cunt, “so perfect, such a good girl, wonder if you taste as good as you feel,” and he’s leaning forward, his lips latching to your clit, making you cry out as he sucks harshly, “don’t be so loud, baby, want someone to see you spreading your legs for me — how’d that look?” and you gaze down at him with lust glazed over eyes, his chin glossy with your release, “all messy f’me, how could I resist?” and you’re keening against his touch, making his lips curl, “I’m starting to think you want to get caught, want people to see you cumming around my fingers, don’t you?” 

You only whimper, walls traitorously clenching around him, making him let out a low groan, his hand drifting to palm at his bulge, straining against the fabric of his slacks, “g’nna feel so good around my cock, sweetheart, you’re practically throbbing,”

“Fuck,” you whimper, your thighs straining against his grip, hips nearly starting to fuck his face, as his tongue licks a strip right up your sopping cunt, “i‘m s’close, Sugu, I—” and your nails dig into his scalp, he fucks you open with his fingers and tongue, the squelch of your pussy and his fingers ringing in your ears, as you grind into his touch, just as he curls his fingers, hitting that spot that has you cumming, making a mess just as he buries his face in you, letting you ride his face as he pulls his fingers away. His fingers find your mouth making you taste your own release, stifling the moans and pants leaving your mouth, sucking and licking as he eases himself from you. Your fingers finding stability on the edge of the desk, still panting and fucked out, as he chuckles, rising to his feet, as he looms over you, looking at the cum still dripping out of you and onto the edge of his desk, 

“So pretty,” he hums, before kissing you, as he helps you make yourself presentable, adjusting your underwear back into place, as your eyes drifting down between his legs, “I don’t need to ask if you like what you see because I know you do, but—” 

You roll your eyes, your fingers pulling him by his belt loops between your thighs, “Don’t you want some help with that?” 

And he only smiles, as he presses another sweet kiss to your lips, “We’ll save that for next time, I wanted this time to be about you,” his arm snaking around your waist, as he presses himself against you, rubbing his bulge against your sensitive cunt, making you hiss, “when’s your date with Satoru?” 

You bite your lip, “Tonight, for dinner,” you admit, and he nods, a hint of jealousy that disappears as soon as it appears, before kissing you again, stealing your breath as your fingers find the back of his neck, knees nearly buckling — which doesn’t go unnoticed by him — a smile on his lips. 

“Come see me after.” 

~~~

“Why did you want to go out with me anyway?” you ask as Satoru walks you to your doorstep of your apartment right off campus, his hand intertwined with yours, fingers engulfing yours, thumb rubbing across the back of your hand. 

“Why wouldn’t I?” he replies back with a hum, “beautiful, brilliant, funny, and you keep up — what’s there not to like?” 

“You know I’m not such a sucker for sweet words that I can’t see through them,” and his lips curl into a smile, as you both stop right outside your apartment building’s door, fluorescent light buzzing above you above, the cicadas’ symphony drowning out the light chatter from people walking by, “did you only ask me out to piss off Suguru?” 

“That was part of the reason,” he admits, and you tilt your head, rolling your eyes, “what?” 

“Such a brilliant physics professor can be so childish — what hope is there for any of the other men?” and he laughs, cerulean eyes flashing with amusement, “then what was the rest of the reason?” 

And his teeth graze over his bottom lip, as he steps closer to you, his fingers cupping your chin, “I want you, is that straightforward enough for you?” And you shiver, and he doesn’t miss your thighs squeezing together, as he leans even closer, “c’mon sweetheart, this is more than just a game, because if it was, I would have stopped after the first time seeing you,” his thumb rubs over the mark Suguru left right below your jaw and his lips curl into a grin, “that was already enough to piss Suguru off,” 

“And now?” 

He’s leaning even closer, breath catching in your throat, “Now I just wanna know every inch of you, sweetheart, that okay by you?” 

And you’re leaning up first, lips grazing his, barely for a moment, before Satoru finds your lips again. Where Suguru’s lips were impatient and passionate — Satoru was softer and playful, his teeth grazing your bottom lip, his tongue teasing your lips apart, and a smile as he swallowed your moan eagerly. “So responsive,” he’s pulling away to stare at your swollen lips, parted beautifully for him, as he pulls on your bottom lip with his thumb, before his lips press kisses to your ear, latching onto your earlobe, teeth grazing as he sucked, “bet your other lips taste as sweet, don’t they, angel?” hot words sending heat directly to your core, as your hand finds purchase on his shoulder, “I can see why Suguru wanted to keep you for himself — such a pretty little thing, but you’re mine right now, aren’t you?” 

His hands slide down down your curves, squeezing your hips teasingly, “Satoru—” and you’re glancing around at the barren streets, the quiet chatter of people could still be heard in the distance, “someone could see—” 

“So?” and his lips find the mark Suguru had left, his lips closing around it and sucking, a gasp pulled from your throat, as you keen against his touch, “want them to see you all pliant for me, need them to hear you moaning my name, need you baby, need you so much that it hurts,” as the corner of his lips quirk upwards when you whimper when he sucks an even bigger mark against your collarbone, “and I think you need me too.” 

Or maybe, as you pulled him inside of your apartment building, he wanted you to want him as much as he did right now. 

~~~

The campus had become a battlefield, and you were the prize they were waging war for — unwittingly so, but by your own hand, as you just couldn’t choose. 

But how could you? 

“Suguru—” his lips found yours right outside his office, and you could taste the soba noodles he had for lunch, as his fingers threaded through your hair, his other sneaky hand slipping lower around your waist, tugging you even closer against him, “I have a class to teach,” 

“Well, there’s something I wanna teach you before you go,” he rasps, as his tongue parts your lips again, tasting your own, “you can afford to keep your students waiting a minute, can’t you? You already denied me your company last night,” he grumbles, and you know he’s jealous that you didn’t stop by after your dinner with Satoru last night, but you’re having trouble finding the words to reassure him as his hand gropes your ass now, squeezing and teasing each cheek, And you don’t have enough time to react, as he’s tugging the turtle neck you had opted for, only for his eyes to narrow at the many blooming red hickies that Satoru had littered your skin with the night before, “were you hiding these?” 

Your tongue ties itself into a knot, “I just—” you didn’t want Suguru to get upset — you were hoping to avoid a problem, “I didn’t want you—” And he’s pulling you back into his office, right against the door, as he’s sinking to his knees, as he’s tugging down your dress pants to your ankles, “Suguru—” 

“What?” his eyes flicker up, irises dark pools of anger, “he can leave his mark, and so can I,” and his teeth graze the soft flesh of your inner thigh, making you gasp, his hands holding you in place even as you lurch forward, his teeth meanly digging into your thigh, as his tongue flicks over it to soothe the ache, “taste so good, princess — I can see why Satoru couldn’t resist marking you up — maybe I should make a habit of it,” and you whimper, and his fingers press against the crotch of your underwear, teasing the wet patch, “don’t act you don’t like, sweetheart,” and he’s nosing your underwear, pressing a kiss against your aching cunt through your underwear, “I think you’re going to more than a little late to your next class, baby, better send an email, ok?” 

~~~

“Where’s that mouth of yours now, Toru?” you tease, looking up at him, your knees were definitely going to have carpet burn after this, as you palmed his tented erection, before going to undo his belt and tugging his slacks down, “been wanting this haven’t you?” and he moans a little too loudly when you tug his boxers down, his leaking cock slapping against his shirt, “don’t be so loud, it’s a library after all,” 

This was Satoru’s idea — because of course it was — he had grown tired of your offices and empty classrooms, and wanted a change of scenery — because apparently waiting an entire day to spend some time at home was simply out of the question. And that’s how you ended up on your knees in one of the very back of the library where very few if any ventured, in between one of the stacks that was only visible from one side. But even so, you could hear the distant page flips of textbooks and the whispers from across tables, and anyone could find you both in such compromising position — but the risk was exactly what Satoru wanted. 

“Ca-can’t help it, sweetheart, been thinking about how pretty you’d look on your knees f’me all day,” and he’s rambling now, pressing a fist to his lips, as the other clutches at the shelf behind him, his lust glazed crystalline gaze watching you as your fingers graze his cock, thumbing at the pearly bead of precum, “been so hard all day — wanting your pretty little lips around my cock,” 

And you giggle, as you lick his precum from your fingers, before spitting in your hand, beginning to rub his his cock, fingers teasingly tracing each and every lovely vein and ridge, making him buck his hips against your touch, “g’nna have to try to be quieter than that when I wrap my lips around you, baby,” and your lips kiss the tip, kitten licking the tip, tasting the salty pre-cum from the source, pulling out a choked gasp from his throat, “must have been aching in all your classes, Toru — I wonder if your students noticed — wonder if they thought about having this cock down their throat,” and he’s swallowing thickly, “too bad this cock is mine,” 

And you’re pumping him in earnest now, precum and spit as makeshift lube as the lewd noises of your hand glides over his dick, as he stares down at you with half-lidded eyes, glazed over with pure lust, “Fuck, Toru, your cock is so fucking gorgeous,” and you groan, before you guide him to your lips, letting the precum gather on them, until you let him sink into your mouth. 

He’s already so close — you can tell by the way his cock is twitching in your mouth, as you swallow around him, tongue wrapping around him, “I’m g’nna cum down your throat too soon, baby,” and his words come out strangled, your fingers squeezing what you couldn’t fit in your mouth, “fuuuck, baby, I’m gonna fuck that pretty mouth,” and his hips are rolling as he clutches against the stack behind him, the other weaving into your hair, fingernails digging into your scalp, “gonna make you feel so good, gotta reward you for being such a good girl, taking my dick so well,” 

You gag lightly on his cock, the tip hitting the back of your throat, tears forming at the corners of your eyes, and the only thing you can hear is the way your mouth slurping around his dick, the wet squelches as he fucks your throat, “I’m—” and that’s the only warning you get, before his hot cum slides down your throat, his hands grasping at your hair to hold you in place, “swallow every drop, baby, so nasty,” he’s whispering now, legs unsteady, as he watches you pull away, a string of cum and spit connecting you to his cock, and he’s almost hypnotized by the sight of you, utterly fucked out, your tongue darting out to lick the cum that dripped from your mouth, wiping the rest on the back of your hand. 

And he’s groaning, “Sweetheart, I gotta fuck you so bad,” and he’s helping you to your feet, pressing an insistent kiss to your lips, his tongue sliding into your mouth, groaning as he tastes his release in your mouth. But you’re tugging up his boxers and slacks, adjusting them into place, and he whines, “babyyyy,” 

“Not right now, Toru,” you glance around, “someone could see us, we’re lucky no one heard us with how loud you were being,” you kiss his neck, as he pouts, “such a good boy for me, I expect a reward tonight,” and he’s grinning, raising his eyebrows — and so fucking eager.

“Oh, I’ll reward you all night for this, baby,” and he’s pulling you into another kiss, before you hear someone clearing their throat. 

And you pull away to find Suguru standing, looking thoroughly unimpressed, “I was wondering why you were late for our lunch, and here you are,” his tone is even, but his eyes are like daggers digging into Satoru’s skin. 

But it only seems to bounce off Satoru, his lips curled in a devious grin, as he only wraps an arm around your waist, “Sorry Suguru for keeping her, she would’ve called, but she had her mouth full,” and your cheeks flush, as your eyes snap to Satoru, mouth agape — this motherfucker— “it won’t happen again, or it might,” and he squeezes your ass, as he slips away, “by the way,” Satoru plucks a book out of the stack on the top shelf, “here’s that book you were looking for that you mentioned before,” pushing it into Suguru’s hands, and he’s gone in a moment, leaving you both alone. 

Suguru’s expression flashes with irritation for a moment, before his lips curl into a smile, “Shall we go?” 

And you only knew that you would catch hell for this in Suguru’s office now — the ache between your legs only growing — not that you really minded. 

~~~

The game between Suguru and Satoru only continued to escalate — fucking you and fucking with each other while they were at it. Suguru had retaliated by marking you up in his office after bending you over his desk. He had spanked you, hand bearing down  “Such a needy one, aren’t you, princess? Sucking another man’s dick when you were supposed to be enjoying a nice lunch with me,” he scoffs, slapping another mean spank, but this time to your aching pussy, 

“Such. A. Greedy. Girl,” he says between slaps, making you cry out, nails digging into the wood of his desk, “don’t think bad girls deserve lunch — you’re probably still full off his cum, anyway,” you can hear the click of his belt, as he’s undoing his pants, “no, I think I should fill something else,” and his thick cockhead is rubbing against your dripping folds making you whimper, “don’t you think, baby?” 

And he had spent the rest of lunch fucking you, even doing it again after you had finished teaching, waiting at the back door of your classroom for your students to file out, before he had you in his arms again, spread for him as he makes you ride him on the desk. Deep long strokes that have you whining and writhing in his lap, before he’s fucking his cum into you again. And after he’s setting you down on shaky legs, helping you fix your clothes, before dragging your ruined underwear down your ankles, before snatching them up, and pocketing them, as you stare at him, only a smile on his lips, “for later use,” 

He lets you wash up, but insists on dropping you off at Satoru’s doorstep with a grin and a wave. And Satoru nearly has you pressed against the door when you enter, hand already sliding down your pants, raising his eyebrows with a grin, when he finds nothing there, “Teaching without panties, Professor?” and he’s sinking to his knees for you, taking your dress pants with them, looking up with a shiteating grin (though surely it would be pussyeating later), “didn’t know you were such a naughty girl,” 

“I didn’t,” the defensive reply leaves your mouth without a thought, as Satoru tilts his head, “I mean, I—” you lick your lips, feeling your cheeks burn with embarrassment — you were so stupid — “I had them on before,” 

And the pieces are clicking in his head, as his hands press your thighs open, seeing the scattered marks left by Suguru — and then he’s pressing a kiss to the marks that Suguru made, murmuring, “do I get to keep something too? That’s not really fair Princess — gonna hurt my feelings if you play favorites,” 

“What do you want?” And he’s grinning, and you know he has something specific in mind. 

~~~~

“You could’ve chosen anything, and you wanted this,” you settle on Satoru’s lap, making his hips roll helplessly against you — you bite your lip as you look at him, his hands were tied behind the back of the chair, your underwear stuffed in his mouth, “you wanted these right?” You tease, tugging at the back of his head, “how’d your colleagues think of you now?” Your fingers palm the base of his leaking cock, it was so pretty, just as he was,  “the great Satoru Gojo tied up and dick out for his junior, huh? Maybe I should take a picture, show them how pliant you are?” You’d never do that, but you knew the idea turned him on — his groan evidence enough, his traitorous dick twitching at your words. 

A muffled groan against your panties, his pretty blue eyes staring up at you pleadingly, “want something, baby boy?” 

And a whine leaves his throat, and you’re smiling, fingers squeezing harder, and his hips jerk again,  “My hand?” And he shakes his head, “my mouth?” And he’s shaking his head, and your lips curl, “you think I’m that easy?” And he gives a nod, making you raise an eyebrow, about to reply when there’s a knock at the door. 

Your eyes both snap over, the door thankfully locked, but a slow grin grows on your lips, as you ease off his lap,as he’s staring at you with wide eyes, “Gotta see who it is, can’t be rude, baby,” and you’re adjusting your clothes, opening the door just a crack. 

“Oh, Professor,” Satoru hears a female voice - it was a student from one of his classes — Rei? Ren? — “do you know where Professor Gojo is?” Her surprise was evident, but you only seemed to take it in stride. This was the student who always loved to flirt with him, taking any opportunity even outside of office hours. 

“Oh he’s all tied up in a meeting right now, I’m waiting for him to get back to discuss school related matters,” you sigh, opening the door slightly more, making him squirm — if you opened it a little more… he’s nearly moaning at the thought, “you know him, he can never shut up when it comes to Physics,” and the student chuckles, and now you’re prolonging the conversation on purpose, asking her about the semester and how classes are going - he’s straining against his own tie you had used bind him, a small whine that he swallows when he sees you give him the middle finger behind your back — a warning, “I’ll let him know you stopped by and he’ll email you to set up a meeting,” 

And you shut the door, locking it , before turning, your eyes falling to his cock — even redder than before, pretty bead of precum at the end — “I see you enjoyed that, did you want your students to see you like this? Spread out and tied up for me?” You’re unbuttoning your blouse, as you slowly walk over, before settling on his lap. Your fingers tug at his hair on the back of his head, pulling your panties from his mouth, and stuffing it in his shirt pocket, “I wanna hear you talk now,” and you’re grasping his leaking cock, pressing it against your aching cunt,  “beg for me,” 

And he whimpers, “Fuuuuck, please, sweetheart, I need you to fuck me, use me as your toy, just—“ he’s biting his lip, leaning up, blue eyes watery, “I need you, I need you so bad,” and you’re dragging your thumb down his erect nipples, before you’re leaning down to bite one, nibbling and sucking, “shit—fu—“ and he’s keening against you, desperate for more, snapping his hips against you making his top part your folds, drawing a moan from your lips. 

“So needy, you couldn’t even wait for me to fuck you,” you sink onto him, meanly grinding on him, his thick cock parting his folds all too fast — your walls squeezing the cum out of him. And he’s choking out a gasp as you cover his mouth, his spit wetting your fingers, “do you want other people to hear your pornographic moans? Those are just for me,” and you start to ride him, hips slapping against his, as you moan softly into his ear, “always make me feel so good, Toru, s’full,” and he’s twitching inside you, a moan vibrating against your fingers, “should have known you love praise — it’s your favorite drinking game,” you teased, as his hips begin to snap to meet yours, driving himself in deeper. 

“Oh, fuck, you feel so perfect, baby, so fuckin’ wet f’me, so warm,” he’s meeting every snap of your hips, and you’re only moaning now, messily covering his mouth with your lips, so he can eagerly swallow your sounds for you, tongues tied together, the groan and squeaks of the chair only growing louder. 

Until you pull your lips from him, “Toru, I’m close,” and he’s nodding, his head lolling back as your walls clench around him. He doesn’t last much longer, toes curling as his hips continuing to fuck you through your orgasm, until he’s notching himself in you deep. Two more thrusts and he’s spilling inside you, fucking his load deeper, as you collapse on top of him, burying your face in his shoulder. Boneless, as he kisses your shoulder sweetly, as you untie his hands, freeing them, so he can hold you. 

And you pull back to look at him, pale cheeks flushed, lips bitten red, and sheen of sweat on his forehead — he’s so fucking pretty— 

And he’s only grinning— “can we do it again? 

—and a fucking menace. 

~~~

“Relax,” Suguru whispers, fingers pressing his glass of wine to his lips, his hand on the small of your back to guide you, “you’re so tense,” he chides gently, as your eyes flit to glare at him. 

He knew exactly why you were tense. 

The two of you stroll into the university gala, hosted to draw in wealthy alumni and investors in hopes of donations and to show off the prestige of the university. And as a new professor, you were required to attend — as was Suguru, as one of the most reputable. 

“Suguru, I know I agreed to this, but is it a good idea for us to be going to an event like this together? People could talk,” and he’s only shrugging, a smirk on his lips. 

“People are already talking, so why not give them something to talk about, Professor?” he whispers in your ear, hot breath against your ear making you flush. 

“Any publicity is not always good publicity, Suguru,” you sigh, hearing whispers as the two you walked the length of the hall, “don’t think the university would take kindly to gossip and rumors about affairs amongst their employees,” 

“Two, no sorry, three single professors engaging in healthy relations isn’t something that should be shamed,” he’s looking at you with mock outrage, mouth agape, “are you not for healthy expression of sexuality, Professor?” 

You snort, whispering, “Y’know I’m all about that, Sugu—or should I bring up how many times you came last night? You had to wash your cum off my back,” and you delight in the slight red tint in his cheeks, before he shamelessly grins. 

“Remind me? I still have the pictures,” he snorts, and something he says sticks in the back of your mind.

“Are we? Single, that is,” you ask, chewing on your lip — the worst time to ask the “what are we” question was in a banquet hall full of people who didn’t know about your relations — or your ones with his best friend. 

“Well, I’m only seeing you, if that’s what you mean,” and your anxiety ease a bit, “but the same can’t be said for you,” and his words are half-teasing, but half serious — his gaze growing a bit more serious, “How long are you going to make us wait until you choose, sweetheart?” 

“Until I choose?” and he’s turning to look at you, fingers cupping your chin. 

“Do you expect us to share you forever?” he’s glances to see if anyone is watching before his thumb drags over your lips, “because I’m not too good at sharing, and I don’t think Satoru is either,”

And then your conversation is cut short just as two investors approach Suguru to engage in some discussion of ethics. Your mind wanders as soon as you’re done with the formal platitudes, putting your hand on Suguru’s arm to tell him you’re going to get a drink, before excusing yourself for a moment. You wander to the bar, ordering yourself a drink, before pulling your phone out discreetly — notifications only from Satoru staring back at you. 

“Can’t believe you got conned into attending the gala,” and you sigh, honestly you couldn’t believe it either — you sneak a look at Suguru in his suit — a deep burgundy suit with a black shirt that complemented his black hair tied into a neat bun, aside from the few strands framing one side of his face. No tie around his neck, because of course, he couldn’t be too proper — although, when that was your view, you suppose you could. 

“I can’t exactly say no, I’m a new professor.” and Satoru’s reply is almost instant. 

“I could’ve gotten you out of it, but you agreed to crucify yourself with Suguru. Too bad, we could’ve had our own fun :P” and Satoru as always had a one track mind. 

You roll your eyes, “Mind only on one thing, Satoru?”

“Only when it comes to you, baby, ;)” and you snort, lips curling at his remark, another text coming through right after—

“Who are you texting?” Suguru’s voice makes you jump, as you tuck your phone away, missing Satoru’s last text as you do, raising an eyebrow, “let me guess, trying to convince you to skip out?” 

“Well—” and his arm is around your waist, making your breath catch in your throat. 

“Then let’s go,” and he’s striding through the throng of people gathered at tables and floating through the banquet hall, finding his way through the double doors, veering into a hallway right off of the hall that only led to the electrical closet and other maintenance rooms, “we can have a quick respite,” and he’s unbuttoning the button on his jacket, as he turns his gaze to you. 

“Where—” and he’s pressing you against the wall of the hallway, a pillar positioned nearby that blocked the view of passersby, but completely exposed otherwise, “Sugu—” you squeal, as you try to urge his hands off your body, but he’s only squeezing your hips harder. 

“Like I said, let’s give them something to talk about,” and his hands slide down the curves of your body, and he’s kissing you, stealing any protests from you from your lips, just as he does your breath, “you think I can resist you this whole night when you look like this, princess?” his hand slides up the slit of your dress, thick fingers against your bare thigh, “you’re temptation incarnate—” and two fingers are dragging your underwear to your ankles, “and the best cunt I’ve ever had,” 

And his knee pressed against your bare, aching pussy sends a ripple of logic through you, “We shouldn’t—someone could see—” and his knee only presses harder against you, as you gasp, biting your lip, and he’s smiling wickedly as you grow even wetter, cunt fluttering at the thought. 

“Be more honest, sweetheart, you love this — your lips are saying one thing and your princess cunt is saying another,” and he’s pressing his knee into you, grunting as he feels your slick collect on his dress pants, “c’mon pretty, I can’t be doing all the work. Fuck yourself on my thigh like a good girl,” 

“Sugu—” and he’s meanly gripping your chin, his dark eyes blown out with lust. 

“You gonna be good f’me, or do I have to make you?” And his fingers find the soft flesh of your ass, squeezing, ripping a moan from your lips. And you snap, beginning to chase your high, grinding on his thigh, as he flexed in time with it. Your lips meet in a sloppy kiss, tongues tasting each other, as the rest of the party melts away, your fingers reaching down to palm his erection through his slacks, “fuck, such a filthy girl — g’nna make me cum in my pants — you gonna clean up your mess after?” 

And you’re nodding, moaning as his knee hits the right friction against your clit, “I’m close, Sugu—“ 

And he’s reaching down to grab your ass to find the perfect angle, his thigh flexing, and you’re cumming, burying your face in his neck as you ride your orgasm out, slick squelching all too loud against his now ruined pants. 

And you’re panting, chest rising and falling, as you lean back before kissing Suguru hard, “sweetheart—“ and he’s lowering you on wobbly legs, as your hands slip off his jacket to drape in front of him as a weak attempt to hide the large stain of your cum. 

“Let’s go,” and he’s not protesting, grinning as you drag him out, eyes still on him as you walk backwards out of the hall. 

And neither of you notice, the figure behind the pillar, watching, as he slowly tucked himself back into his gray suit pants, pale skin flushed, as his crystalline blue eyes watched you both walk off. He’s panting, teeth grazing over his lip as he composes himself. 

Fuck, he had never cum so hard, except with you. The way your face contorted in pleasure, how Suguru had made you moan, how he took control of you — it was fucking hot. He almost scoffs at himself, rubbing a hand down his face, he never thought of himself as a voyeur but maybe he was. And his lips curl, as his mind unraveled an idea — one where all three of you could enjoy. 

Maybe he could learn to share. 

It would just take the right amount of precision, and luckily, Satoru smiled at your text chain, his last text still unread  — he was all about precision. 

And who can resist you in that dress? 

~~~~

“This is a fucking terrible idea,” you murmur against Satoru’s lips, as he presses you into the desk, “he could come back any minute,” and he’s pressing you into the edge of Suguru’s desk, crumpling papers, shaking books and picture frames on Suguru’s desk, “Toru—”

One minute, you were having a nice lunch with Satoru, and the next, he’s gotten you stumbling into his office with his hands under your shirt — or what you thought was his office.  

“Don’t act like you didn’t want this, sweetheart,” his fingers are toying with the hem of your dress pants, his lips pressing wet kisses along your jaw, “so needy f’me two seconds ago, didn’t even notice we went into the wrong office, and now you want me to make the lengthy journey back to my own?” 

Your scoff grows into a gasp as his teeth grazes your pulse, teeth digging into your soft flesh before running his tongue over the blooming bruise, “It’s right next door,” and he clicks his tongue against your skin. 

“And imagine how long that’d take, might end up taking you right in the hall, and imagine the rumors that’d spread then,” he’s chuckling as his hands slide under your shirt, teasing your tits through your bra, “what then? Gonna let them see how much of a needy girl you are for me?” 

He’s plucking moans and whines out of you with ease, all too familiar with tearing down your inhibitions with precise ease, “fuck, what if he sees us—he could walk in any minute—” 

“Aww, baby I just wanted to fuck you in the same place we first met, wouldn’t that be romantic?” and he’s tugging your pants down all the same, fingers unbuttoning your blouse as he pouts, “eat you out in the very chair I first saw you in, suck my cock while I sit in Suguru’s chair — doesn’t that sound like a good way to declare our undying love for one another?” 

“Toru—” you sigh, and he’s catching your lips in a kiss, lips curled as you melt into his touch, as he sheds you of your clothes. 

He’s sinking to his knees, spreading your thighs for him, kissing the wet patch of precum collected on your underwear. He’s inhaling, before warm breath settles against your skin, “such a perfect pussy,” and his tongue drags against the wet fabric, sucking at your clit through it, making you lurch against him, his large palms keeping you spread. 

“Don’t know how Suguru doesn’t like sweets since he loves eating you out—” and your gaze is snapping down to him, a knowing grin on his lips, “still the sweetest thing I’ve tasted, pretty girl,” 

“How do you—” 

He chuckles, as he presses sweet kisses to your inner thigh, the vibration making you shiver, “With the amount of marks he leaves, I’d be surprised he didn’t — I may be a pretty face, sweetheart, but I’m not an idiot,” and you gasp as he uses his teeth to drag down your underwear, “can i keep these?” 

“If you both keep stealing my underwear, I’m not going to have any left—” 

“Even better,” he says cheekily, as he pockets them, “you’re not helping your case, baby,” and you glare down at him, but your mouth falls open as he presses a kiss to your weeping cunt, nose bumping against your swollen clit teasingly, “neither is this pussy of yours — you’re making a mess all over Suguru’s desk, think he’d enjoy that?” and he’s running his tongue over your folds, a pretty moan falling from your lips, “such a nasty girl, aren’t you?” and he’s teasing your outer lips with his wicked tongue, before he’s back to kissing and sucking marks onto your thighs.

“Toru,” you whine, “please,” and Satoru finally relents, wasting no time to bury his face in your cunt. He’s licking and sucking tight circles around your puffy clit before his tongue begins to part your folds, his fingers assisting in pulling your clenching walls apart, “fuuuck, sweetheart, can’t wait to feel you around my cock, gonna suck me dry with this perfect pussy,” your fingers find purchase in his snowy locks, hips grinding against his face shamelessly, His tongue was warm and hot inside your cunt, flicking against places you couldn’t reach with your fingers, his thumb teasing your clit in tight circles, making you see stars before your eyes. 

“Satoru, please, s’close,” and he’s moaning against your sweet cunt, eyes flickering down to see him groping his erection through his slacks, the sensation of his moans enough to make you squirt all over his face, his tongue and mouth eagerly eating you out through your release. Moaning his name as your chest heaves, your thighs try to close around his head, burying him deeper between them, as your toes curl. 

And neither of you had noticed that the door had swung open, as Suguru stood in the doorway, his eyes flitting over the scene in front of him, your leaking cunt spread out in front of him, as Satoru turns at the door shuttinh, lips and chin still glossy with your release and his sweat, as he only grins up at his best friend. 

“And what did you say about my problem with knocking?” and his eyes narrow, but he doesn’t take his eyes off of you, chest still heaving from your orgasm, juices spilling from your needy cunt, “at least I knocked last time,”

“I don't think knocking applies to when it comes to your own office, Satoru,” he sighs, casually removing his suit coat and unbuttoning the cuffs of his dress shirt as he rolls them up, lidded eyes still raking over you, you squirming under his gaze as Satoru still holds your thighs wide open so they both can see your pretty pussy spread out and leaking, your release dripping down the hardwood of Suguru’s desk and onto his carpet, “come on, Satoru, you could’ve done this more subtly?” Suguru sits on the couch, manspreading his thick thighs, as his eyes met yours, dark lidded gaze that only makes your cunt twitch. 

“Oh you know how I feel about subtlety,” and he’s lapping lightly at your leaking cunt, making your walls flutter, “I don’t like to waste time,” and he’s licking his lips clean, before wiping the rest on the back his hand, before turning to you, “saw you fucking our pretty princess at the gala — felt a little different than I thought it would,” and Satoru guides your gaze with his thumb on your chin to Suguru so your eyes spot the tenting bulge between his legs, “seems like you feel the same, Suguru,” 

“And if I do?” He’s raising an eyebrow finally tearing his eyes away from you to glance at his best friend, “then what?” 

And Satoru is kissing your neck sweetly, “Think someone could use your attention, got this sweet cunt all ready for you,” and Suguru’s cock twitches in his pants, “or if you prefer, her mouth is more than willing, isn’t it, sweetheart?” 

“What would you be doing? Watching?”and Satoru scoffs, as he’s pulling you into a kiss, lips sliding against yours, as his tongue parts them, letting you taste yourself on his lips. 

And he’s pulling away, wiping a little saliva that drips from your lips, “oh I’d be doing more than just watching,” and Suguru sighs, as your gaze flicks over to him, his lips surprisingly curled in a smile. 

“Wonder how tight our princess will get with both of us in her,” Suguru hums, and your mouth falls open at his words, “wonder who’s name she’ll scream first,” 

“If you have to wonder, then you’ll know it’s mine,” and Satoru is forcing your gaze back to him, “what do you say, sweetheart?  Are you ready to handle us both?”

And you can’t believe your ears, as you glance between them, “but what about choosing?” And Suguru chuckles, two fingers unbuttoning his pants, dragging them down to pool around his ankles, his cock straining against the fabric of his briefs, a wet patch where the head rested. 

“Right now, the only thing I want you to choose between is whether you want my cock in your cunt first or in your mouth,” and Satoru only grins, his large palms sliding down your back, and under your ass and thighs. 

“Want some help getting there, baby?” and you’re biting your lip and nodding, and he’s lifting you with ease, pressing wet kisses down your neck, before placing you on your knees in front of Suguru. 

Suguru looks down at you, lips twitching upward into a grin, “Have you made your decision, princess?” and you nod wordlessly, as you settle on your knees between his thighs, pressing an open mouthed kiss to the damp fabric of his briefs, making him hiss. 

“Wanna taste you before you fuck me, Sugu,” your fingers sliding into the elastic of his briefs and tugging them down, his pretty cock nearly slapping both your face and his shirt as you free it from its confines. He’s a little thicker than Satoru, you can barely get your lips around him, but Satoru had a easier time hitting the back of your throat, “need your cum down my throat,” and he’s grunting, your lips kissing the tip of his cock, tongue darting out to collect the precum leaking from the slit. Your tongue then drags along his vein, making him hiss, as Satoru only grins, adjusting himself in his slacks. 

“Don’t know why I haven’t fucked this perfect mouth sooner,” Suguru groans, the weight of his cock was so nice in your warm and wet mouth. Your fingers stroked what you couldn’t fit, as Satoru sits back and watches, his gaze boring into your back, as you hear the click of his belt, and you know Satoru is undressing behind you, “now you’re going to know what it’s really like to have your mouth full, princess,”

And Satoru scoffs, his footsteps growing closer to you, as you hear the dull slump of his clothes against the carpet, “Jealous that I fucked it first and fucked it better, Suguru?”

Suguru’s fingers weave into your hair, tugging at it lightly, making you moan around his aching cock, making him grunt, “We’ll see about that,” and then you feel a pair of lips pressing a constellation of kisses along your back, as Satoru presses himself against you, his cock sliding between your thighs, teasing your aching cunt, “don’t wanna just enjoy the show this time, wanna be a part of it, ain’t that right, baby?” 

Your cunt is fluttering around nothing as he rubs his cock against your outer lips and thighs, drawing more moans out of you, your fingers stuttering with their touch, until a sharp pull at your hair, draws your gaze upwards. 

“Don’t forget whose cock you’re sucking, princess,” and his hips shallowly thrust against you, tip brushing against your throat, making you gasp, fingers digging into his thighs, “or I’ll remind you,” 

“Oh, so scary, Suguru,” Satoru snorts from behind, as he steadies you from behind, his tongue dragging up your back, “now c’mon baby, squeeze your thighs for me like a good girl,” 

You re-double your efforts with Suguru, hollowing your cheeks and sucking as he slowly began to snap his hips and fuck your throat, all the while moaning around his cock as Satoru fucked your thighs. You squeezed your thighs, his cock slipping against your dripping cunt, making your walls flutter around nothing. 

“Fuck, sweetheart, you’re dripping aren’t you? Making my cock all messy before I’m even inside you,” Satoru is leaning down, grazing his teeth against the soft flesh of your back, before his own thighs on either side of you, force your legs closed tighter, making him groan, “don’t think I can wait much longer to fuck this little princess cunt,” 

“You’re going to have to, I’m first, after all the stunts you’ve pulled, Satoru,” and Suguru is close, his words coming out as pants, rutting against your mouth, his lidded eyes meeting your teary eyed ones, “that pussy is mine first,” 

And Satoru lets out a breathy chuckle as your pussy twitches at his words, as he continues to roll his hips into you, driving your mouth deeper onto Suguru’s cock, “if you’re that eager, don’t think our princess would mind having us both at the same time, now would she?” Satoru drags his tip against your clit, making you whine against Suguru. And you’re whimpering, unable to nod, but Suguru moans, hips stuttering, as you swallow around his dick. 

“That’s it, my greedy girl — g’nna cum down your throat, swallow every drop,” Suguru groans, his hips rut into your mouth, his warm load painting your throat, as you swallow his cum eagerly. He fucks himself into your mouth, your name leaving his lips as he pants, working himself through his orgasm, “that’s it, good fucking girl,” 

“I’ve trained her well,” Satoru grunts, “can take cock like a pro, can’t you baby?” And you’re pulling yourself off Suguru’s cock, a mix of saliva and cum connecting you to his dick, tongue licking your lips clean, watching Suguru’s chest heave.

You moan as Satoru fucks his cock between your thighs, the tip dragging against your dripping pussy, “Look at the fucking mess you’re making of my office, Princess,” Suguru coos, his fingers cupping your chin, and thumb brushing against your bottom lip, as he palms himself lazily, “think she’s ready for both of us, Satoru?” 

Satoru is close, squeezing your thighs tighter around his cock, “not yet, think this cunt needs your fingers stretching her out first,” and his cock twitches again, “fuuuck I’m close, sweetheart,” and he’s turning you over onto your back, lifting your legs up against his chest, fucking his cock between your thighs. And it’s too much for you, as you moan, clenching around nothing, your slick slipping down, as Satoru groans, before he’s painting your face white with his cum. 

And Satoru is panting, as he’s pulling you into his arms, collecting his cum with his fingers from your flushed face. His fingers drag down your lips, urging you to suck on them, “Fuck, Princess, so fucking hot,” and he’s leaning down to lick the length of your cheek, chuckling, “you taste like me, baby,” 

“Don’t hog her, Satoru,” Suguru chides, as he takes off his button up, and Satoru is shooting him a glare, before handing you over. 

And Suguru is grabbing you up, pulling you into his lap, pressing your back against his chest, letting your legs spread, pussy leaking your release all over him. He hissed as his cock rubs against you, “you’re fucking drenching me, you already ruined my carpet and desk, gonna ruin my couch too now, sweetheart,” 

His fingers part your folds, thumb bearing down on your aching clit, making you gasp, “So sensitive, haven’t even had our cocks yet, wonder if you’ll cry,” he hums, all too pleased, “gotta stretch you out first,” 

And his lithe finger begins to circle your lips, before sinking into your cunt and making you gasp, “So tight even after Satoru ate you out — what do you think, Satoru, three fingers or four?” And he’s already sinking another finger in, beginning to bully your walls, scissoring and stretching, as he pumps his fingers into you steadily. 

Satoru hums as he comes over, rolling your pebbled nipple between his thumb and pointer finger, drawing another moan from your lips, “Four, got to be sure she’ll fit us both,” and he leans down and takes your other in his lips, sucking before his teeth grazes your nipple. 

“Fuck, she got tighter when you started playing with her tits,” Suguru smiles, as you huff in embarrassment, fading into another moan as he slips a third finger in, and it’s almost too much — you’re seeing stars nearly, as his fingers find that spot that makes you squirm and squeal. 

“Sugu, fuck, it’s too much—“ and Suguru is only grinning, redoubling his efforts to find that spot again, pistoning his fingers in and out — the squelch of his fingers in your cunt ringing in your ears, as you give a broken whine, “I can’t—” 

“Sure you can, baby,” Satoru coos, his teeth grazing the soft flesh of your breast, sucking and licking, making you nearly sob, “feels so good, look at you, taking his fingers so well—almost there,” 

And Suguru finally sinks the fourth finger into you, and you’re so fucking stretched out, it feels so good — too good, “Gonna soak my whole hand at this rate, Princess,” and you’re only gasping and whining, grinding your hips against his fingers, wantonly chasing your high, and Satoru has the best view of it all — your swollen lovely lips parted, your eyes fluttering, and your pretty pussy fluttering around his best friend’s fingers. And Satoru can’t wait to see it all again, when they sink into you. 

You can’t hold back, your voice raw and broken, “I’m g’nna—” and Suguru is grabbing your chin, pulling into a sloppy kiss, his lips gliding against yours, saliva running down the corners of both of your lips, swallowing your moans eagerly. And finally your back is arching against his chest, his fingers relentless even as you do orgasm, fucking your walls through it, thrusting your release back into you. 

“That’s it, pretty,” Suguru murmurs, as he’s pulling his lips from you, dragging his thumb down your kiss ruined lips, “think you’re ready for us now, aren’t you?” 

“More than,” Satoru hums, as his fingers spread your pussy lips making you moan, before spanking your abused cunt, pulling a gasp from your lips, “who’s first?” 

And Suguru is manhandling you so that you’re settled in his lap, facing him, “You got to watch her pretty face when she cums, now it’s my turn,” and the tip of leaking erection brushing against your sensitive cunt, making you lurch against him, “so responsive as always,” 

“Hurry up, Suguru,” he’s grumbling, as he presses himself behind you, dragging his cock between your ass, making you whine, “wanna feel this pretty princess cunt milk me already,” 

Suguru chuckles, leaning forward to kiss along your jaw, “Baby, think Satoru is more desperate than you are,” and you’re smiling against his lips. 

“He always is,” you turn to smile at a pouting Satoru, but Suguru takes the opportunity to sink his cock into you, pushing past your walls, making your head snap back, mouth parted in an ‘o’ as his large palms settle on your hips, “Fuuuck, Sugu—” 

“I told you to pay attention to who’s fucking you, princess,” he grins, grunting as he bottoms out, his cock twitching inside your walls, “you’re fucking soakin’ my cock, still so fuckin’ tight after I stretched you out,” his hips slowly thrust into you, teasing you, lazily edging your sensitive pussy, “so pretty, so perfect,” and your walls flutter around him, “fuck, you like that, huh?” 

“Such a whore for our praise, huh?” Satoru pressing messy kisses to your neck, as he lines up himself in your cunt, “tell me you want this,” 

“Fuckin’ hurry up, Satoru, or I’m gonna burst before you even fuck her,” Suguru growls, his hips snapping a little too roughly that has you crying out, as Satoru makes you look at him, thumb cupping your chin. 

“Tell me, pretty, tell me how much you want both our dicks inside you,” Satoru croons, and his lips are pressing chaste butterfly kisses to you in contrast to the dirty words he says, with the slick sounds of Suguru fucking your needy cunt. 

“P-please, I need you, need both of you to fuck me,” your words fall from your lips without hesitation, “shit, I swear to god, Toru, just—” 

Your mouth falls open when Satoru pushes past your entrance, impaling you further, joining Suguru in your sweet cunt, and your mind is blanking — the fullness of them makes you nearly fall apart right then, the two of them groaning in beautiful synchrony. 

“Fuck, didn’t think you could get any tighter or wetter, but you keep proving me wrong,” Suguru moans, squeezing your hips sweetly. 

“So fuckin’ good, sweetheart, so, so good for us,” Satoru is mumbling into your shoulder as his hips begin to move against you, his balls slapping against your ass. 

They move at different paces — Satoru faster and harder while Suguru was slower and deeper —  their dicks driving into you, pressed between their bodies, sticky with sweat. Their hips strike their own rhythms, your orgasm quickly building like a flood, a wave ready to rip through you, as they fuck you again and again. 

“Fuck, perfect little princess cunt gonna break our dicks in half,” Satoru groans, as he’s pressing kisses to your neck, “not gonna last much longer, Suguru,” 

“Neither is she, judging from how her pussy is squeezing already,” Suguru grunts, as he’s pulling you into a sweet kiss, “now don’t forget, you gotta moan one of our names — moan the name that makes you cum,” and you’re fuckin’ close, so fucking close, you let out a pathetic whine that makes you flush at the sound of it, until they both begin to stutter inside you, hitting deeper, both brushing against that spot again. 

“I’m g’nna—” and that’s all you manage before your walls clamp down on them, drawing out pornographic groans from both of them in your ears, as their cocks bottom out, as they cum, emptying their loads into you, fucking their cum inside as you three come down from your highs.

Pants fill Suguru’s office, the squelch of their hips slowing, as they twitch inside your desperately clingy cunt, stilling, as the three of you rest, boneless against one another. Suguru’s lips find yours softly, while Satoru is burying his face in the nape of your neck. 

“You know Satoru, this has to be one of your better ideas,” Suguru hums, as he slowly eases out of your pussy, eyes darkening as he watches all of three of your mixed releases leak out of you, “although I’m going to have to get my carpet cleaned now,” 

“Worth it,” Satoru sighs, pulling himself out as well, to collapse on the couch beside Suguru, before grabbing at you and pulling you to sit between them both, one of your thighs on either’s leg. His fingers drift to your all too full cunt, before using two fingers to collect some of the cum and stuff it back in, making you yelp, “sorry, baby, can’t have you wasting our cum, can we?” he winks. 

“Fuck off,” you mumble, all too exhausted, as your head leans back against the couch, “so where does this leave us?” 

And the two best friends share a look, seemingly having the same thought,  “Well, at an impasse really,” Suguru sighs, lips curling into a grin. 

“You never moaned one of our names, did you?” Satoru hums, pressing needy kisses along your shoulder, “so guess we’ll have to do it all over again.” 

“Guess we will, only fair way to decide, isn’t it, Princess?” Suguru cups your cheek, leaning in for another kiss, as Satoru nibbles at your pulse, “again and again and again.” 

And again, there was very little that Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto competed for — but you were one thing that they wouldn’t mind competing over for the rest of their lives. 

✴︎ a/n: this is @bucky-of-the-opera's fault. all their idea. i simply was possessed while writing this. thank you to them, @laneysmusings, and @lemonpoppy-seed for beta reading and encouraging me to stick through this monster of a fic. its also my first time writing a threesome fsjndkj

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To all the "Hands Off" Protesters (Democrats):

We are currently at a critical juncture with a national debt of $36.5 trillion, increasing by $2 trillion each year. This is a critical issue, and most experts are warning us that we have relatively few years left to take decisive action before America faces a financial crisis that would have catastrophic consequences for this country and the world.

Amid all your protests, the burning of Teslas, and your petulant vitriol, one crucial element is glaringly missing: any plan to cut government spending. Instead, your goal appears to be to spend even more.

We finally have leaders in President Trump and Elon Musk who are courageous enough to finally focus on sustainable spending practices that are critical to avoid risking our economic future. Time is of the essence—instead of being in the way, let’s act together before it’s too late.

If not...

HANDS OFF - my tax dollars, which were not intended for your pet projects and the corrupt, virtue-signaling Socialists who spew the garbage you all take as gospel. It’s not a slush fund and a money laundering operation through left-wing NGO's to make politicians rich.

HANDS OFF - my child at school. Teach them the basics of reading, writing, and arithmetic. They are not there to be indoctrinated into your Marxist ideologies.

HANDS OFF - trying to force American women and girls to compete against biological men, and then adding insult to injury, forcing them to change and shower in front of them. Stop forcing your fu@ked up theories on the rest of us.

HANDS OFF - all the property you destroy in the name of whatever cause you’re supporting that given week. Other people’s vehicles are not yours to destroy. Neither are statues or all the other s#it you light on fire.

HANDS OFF - our college campuses. Decent kids are there to learn. Free speech is protected. Violence, intimidation, and taking over buildings are not. By the way, if your cause is so just, take off the masks and show yourself. Cowards one and all.

HANDS OFF - our president, who was duly elected to clean up the mess y’all created. We sat by and watched as you supported a puppet who was practically dead. It damn near destroyed the nation. Financially, from a security standpoint, and morally.

HANDS OFF - to all the federal district judges. Your power does not supersede the executive branch. And, stop using Lawfare by going after your political opponents.

HANDS OFF - our ICE Agents, who are taking violent gang bangers out of our country and forcing people who want to come here to do so legally. It should be the only way. Period. End of story.

HANDS OFF - our Free Speech rights. For years, you have used the process of cancelling people who simply wanted to express their own ideas. In your world, you think free speech can only be allowed if it agrees with your screwed up ideologies.

HANDS OFF - the American family. You have done everything possible to destabilize the concept of families because you believe that our ultimate allegiance should be to the government.

HANDS OFF - from imposing your Marxist views of Critical Race Theory (CRT) and the methods you’ve used to implement them through Diversity, Equity, and Inclusion (DEI). Most Americans are compassionate individuals who believe in judging people based on their character rather than the color of their skin.

These principles are what the vast majority of Americans voted for.

You don’t like it, be like that slob Rosie O'Donnell and move to Europe, which is being taken over by radical Islam.

So, to borrow your stupid little slogan…. Hands Off...

Love,

MAGA Country...

[cheriladycl01]

hi love!! i just read your "Funny Gaming moments with Lando and Max (F) x QuadrantStreamer! Reader" and I absolutely loved it. this is me requesting more content like that! specifically again lando x streamer who plays val. maybe lando showing up to her competing in vct and its in the same city as a grand prix weekend. if not then maybe stream moments (thinking of like Tenz and Kydae🥹)

i love your content so i'm excited for literally any content you put out!! thank u!!❤️

Chat, what is this? - Lando x Streamer! Reader Part 1

Plot: More moments of you, trying and failing to teach your boyfriend Lando how to play games as good as you

Warning: This probably wont be for everyone but if you love gaming and Lando fluff you will enjoy this. It is very technical about Valorant as a game, but this request despite being sat in my drafts for a while has been one ive wanted to complete for ages! Its based around VCT 2023, Sao Paulo. Reader takes of from FNC Leo so if your confused why he isn't there thats why!!

"Chat, how good was that game? We Match MVP'ed and what did we go, 34 - 12 - 8. God climbing has been hard but did we finally do it chat?" you ask looking at the comments rolling in before you click to see if you rank had changed and finally put you back in radiant.

-Yes lmao

-Radiant time <3

-Gorl we know its gonna be good, just show us!!!!!

-Bits Donated

"Okay chat and omg Radiant Number 346! Now i don't know how long ill keep that for because ... well I've got to leave for VCT soon because my team actually made it through!" you exclaim, you'd been in game changers for a year when Fnatic asked you to become a sub for their team. Leo going on longterm sick meant that you were currently playing with them.

It was perfect timing for VCT Lock in if you were being honest. It was running from February till the start of March which meant that Lando could join you before you went to his first race with him in Bahrain. He was to stay in the hotel with you, which was payed for by the team but he wasn't invited to the team meal that Riot payed for, for each team.

"Ahhhh baby" you come back to the hotel after your meal out with the team having had a few too many drinks.

"Hello beautiful, did you have fun" he smiles running his fingers through your hair as you place your bag on the sofa.

"So much fun, its nice to just hang out with them you know? Sometimes even when were playing games it feels like its my job" you sigh in your drunk voice that Lando couldn't help but find adorable. He helps you take your shoes off as he continues to talk to you.

"Mmmmm well it kinda is your job baby" he chuckles knowing that he enjoying goofing around with his friends like George and Alex when they'd go cart together or he'd go out clubbing with Max or biking with Daniel.

"I know but i still should have fun right?" you almost moan as your shoes finally come loose and you can breathe. He helps you take your makeup off and change you into an oversized shirt off his before bringing you to the bed and tucking you in placing a kiss on your forehead before climbing in himself.

February 24th 2023.

Lando was there cheering you on as you went into your first match against Sentinels. Which was funny as you were actually really close to TenZ who was the star player of the opposing team and always made a pretty hard match for you whenever you guys played together or against each other. You were first friends with his girlfriend Kydae who you'd met streaming and then when you met irl was when you met the legendary TenZ.

"Ready?" you ask over to him after your walk on and he chuckles nodding.

"You bet i am, bring it on" he grins first bumping you before heading to his seat.

"It's so nice to see despite them being on opposing teams, NA and EMEA that they are still really good friends and ... you know what Bren its just nice seeing this level of Sportsmanship in our sport" Commentator Sideshow says.

"I agree but the question is, will Y/N be able to finally put an end to his streak? He's never been outplayed by her and maybe that is the downfall of playing with the enemies, he knows her and what she thinks and how she plays because who knows how many hours they have played outside of the teams, so this will really show" Brenn adds.

Haven was the first pick and Lando watched on anxiously as his girlfriend talked to her teammates through her headset, discussing strats going forward and what was going to be best for them.

He'd never admit it but he didn't know what he preferred, seeing her in her own team shirt or in his team gear but right now you looked so beautiful to him, the way your glasses sat perched on your nose and the team top tucked into your trousers.

Pearl hadnt been a map that you guys were doing well on when practicing so it was your first ban against Sen who'd been doing well in Masters through the year. You were hoping that they wouldn't ban Icebox as you guys had a pretty cohesive agent line up but to all your dismay it was Sen's first ban.

The first map pick was Haven, a three site map, different from the standard two which was your guys go too. You as a team when it came to practicing found that you guys commed better on this map than any other and with the amount of hours put into it, it would be hard not to have this as your guys best map.

And as if the Valorant gods were listening you see Sen's pick of Split come up, you hadn't been playing it much in front of people but behind closed doors you guys actually had your second best map on split. You guys ban Ascent knowing TenZ was a chamber demon on that map and you guys didn't wanna risk a throw away.

Sen then bans Fracture which you were glad about personally because it was one of your worst maps and you didn't have an agent you felt truly comfortable with there. Your goal for this year was to play more Fracture and make it a better map of yours.

And of course that left Lotus which three site maps seemed to be in favour of your guys team so this would be interesting.

Defending of Haven was up first.

"Okay im guessing were having Derke on Jett?" you ask knowing you'd be happy to Raze and Judge on Split later if it came to it.

"Yes, and I think we should go with Team C composition, how you guys feeling about that?" Boaster asks and you all nod before Chronicle changes his mind.

"I don't think double sentinal will work. Better doing double initiator" he argues and Boaster thinks for a second before agreeing.

"Okay so that leaves Plan B which is Derke on Jett, Chronicle on Breach, Alfa on KillJoy, Nyxie on Sova and me on Astra is that good with everyone?" he asks and you're all happy locking in your agents.

You spend your credits getting a Frenzy and two darts, knowing playing B should get you decent info you head there talking about darting first before you get any rotates to your site.

The round starts and with your reveal dart already loaded up you track two enemies seeing them in window.

"B Main smoke Boaster, two in window" you request and he places down a smoke hiding you on the left of site.

"Skye Dog coming through" you say as you here the yapping coming through the smoke making you and Boaster rotate to backsite. The dog thankfully doesn't grab anyone and leaves them with no info apart from the fact that you are on site.

TenZ dashes onto site right to where you and Boaster are immediately getting picked off by your British counter-part. As they rotate to C Chronicle and Alpha sit patenitly their util ready for use. Boaster gets another pick travelling on C site while you remian watching garage.

Derke flanks from A killing of the Skye meaning spikes down and only two are left as you play it safe moving back onto B keeping your eye on garage so you can swing off Boaster.

"There in garage, there in garage im holding from box" Derke says and you come through B to join him and by the time you've got there he's wasted no time and got the last two kills.

"Nice! Fnatic pistol round for the win!" you say fist-bumping Chronicle who your next to.

Your next buy is a Stinger, light shield and full util. This should be an easy win where Sen are on a save round but ... you never know. Shaking things up a bit you move to A with Derke positioning ready to dart down long.

"Util on C, coming long" Boaster comms and you start to rotate, knowing Derke can hold down A if they decide to Early rotate. And just as you get to B ...

"A, All A. What do you mean coming long, yes they are coming long on A! Not C" Derke shouts from Boasters earlier call out. Knife out and your running back to A as Derke gets another 3 picks.

"Okay Derk when i said hold the fort this isn't what i meant but pop off!" you say as you get your dart out, just as Chronicle gets the last kill in Sewers.

"Nice work!" you shout, a fist lightly tapping the desk. You pull a face at the camera on you with Boaster on the other side of you before buying for the next round.

Next round however goes to shit. Derke lerks Sewers getting picked off immedielty leaving you and Chronicle who had rotated early.

You replace Derke watching Sewers, Boaster smokes for you and you spam through the smokes getting two kills, switching to the classic seeing their Omen pushing you kill him off as Tenz kills you off after Chronicle and Boaster die on site. They proceed to win the round.

You boyfriend jumps up for joy seeing your 3k pulled back down by Max Fewtrell as you died to TenZ of all players.

"Guys what happened, I was watching sewers and before i know it TenZ is kissing my ass" you say looking between Boaster and Chronicle.

"It was just poor timing on our half sorry, but great round for economy guys!" Boaster tries to keep up Moral.

2 - 1

Next round was a blur, starting on A and dying over on C all within 15 seconds of the round was ... humbling to say the least.

However, it was close with TenZ being the only one standing once again as he trades off Zekken to get the kill on your teammate.

2 - 2

You remained on A despite it seeming like it wasn't working as its where you were getting the best darts and getting the most kills, Breach alt sent you sky high and not long afterwards with another kill under your belt it was a 2 v 1 situation with Sacy as the only one remaining and you with Alfa.

"Amir, swing off me, ill bait" you call and you both swing, you from behind box and Alfa in heaven, Sacy can only concentrate on one and thats unfortuanlty you.

"Nice one!" you say and Amir fits his hand on the air.

3 - 2

"Bit of jumping and running and gunning from Nyxie" the commentators says as you jump into and out of the smoke getting a kill before being killed instantly by their Killjoy who Boaster finishes off in a smoke.

"Despite some wacky moves from Nyxie this game, the comms from her have been phenomenal. The minute she dies her team are right there getting the revenge"

4 - 2

Your alt being available this round leaves Derke hard dashing up into window you think with the smoke he's got somewhere only to be picked off by their breach. With comms you pop your alt but the enemies seem to expect that managing to dodge it.

You all rotate to C using your reveal and then your drone you see three on site. Immediely managing to hit TenZ. You continue on, not thinking that you've just killed him in pro play.

Going deeper into cubby you get a pick on Skye just as Omen alts away probably onto A. Immedielty on the rotate heading through Attacker spawn and into Sewers, you're killed first and sit back comming for you teammates as Alfa clutches the round.

"Guys, i just got a kill on TenZ!" you exclaim and look over to Tyson, sending him a heart with your fingers where he rolls his eyes at your joke.

5 - 2

After some whiffs from both you and Derke, Boaster and Alfa clutch the round.

6 - 2

Again after some silly mistakes and being caught in util Alfa is the last one standing and left to save standing back away from site letting the bomb tick away.

Boaster is left a little frustrated asking what the hell we're doing despite having 3 plus rounds on Sen. IGL mentality for you! He knew you guys could and should do better.

6 - 3

You play safe with Chronicle on A trading kills off each other leaving Boaster a nice 3k on site, playing a little more aggressively than he usually would as the two of you die.

"Sorry Boaster, i don't know whats going on man" you sigh, knowing you arent playing your best right now.

"It's fine, it's all good we've got this!" he smiles at you, fist bumping your hand.

7 - 3

Next round you're told to early rotate straight to see thanks to Derke's spot and the fact that they stuck coming up C long rather than rotating worked in your benefit. You get a pick, before TenZ outplays you as your reloading.

Derke and Boaster clutch the round, cheers all around as you go to ...

8 - 3

A very slow paced round where both the Jett's were opping and so many ults were available. You were running between side, jiggle peaking and jumping to try get any info. You guys rotate to see when Alfa's alarm bot it destroyed seeing their coming through garage you wait at the top getting a kill on the Omen, just after Derke's op kill and Alfa's ratty move of hiding in cubby.

Alfa finishes them up in garage and you guys call it a day.

"YES! GOOD JOB!" you scream, fisting the air.

9 - 3

SWITCHING SIDES

Now it was your time to shine, you much preferred attacking on Haven. You guys agreed to start baiting A while the rest make their way to C. After a Sova reveal you guys make your way to C long Boaster in the back with spike.

After managing to plant TenZ gets onto sight with his Sheriff destroying the three of you remaining.

"FUCK THAT GUY!" you cry into your mic, head going into you hands hating the fact that you actually only did 20 damage to him.

9 - 4

You guys get fucked in sewers again.

9 - 5

This round you wiped the sweat from your forehead and locked in. Taking a quick swig of water before buying your util. You lurk getting a nice ratty kill on Skye before using the opportunity to reposistion gaining another kill. You peak TenZ but he avoids the fight leaving you to get a kill on Kill Joy instead while Boaster goes after Jett.

"Some incredible work there from Nyxie, she's really great at reading the map and once getting a kill repositioning to catch off her opponent and she's just incredibly quick with it too" the commentators admit.

Lando was biting his lips hard from how close this game was feeling despite it being 15 rounds in and 10 of them being for your team.

10 - 5

This round felt like it hadnt even started, you don't even know what you did but you were just there supporting. You tab to realise your actually 2nd on the leader board which only spurs you on further. You had this!

11 - 5

You and Derke wait together, storming onto sight getting three kills between you and managing to get the spike down. You guys have an incredible round all serving and keeping your guns, running off just as spike explodes killing the last player.

12 - 5

MATCH POINT

You wanted to cry, you were left standing last and whiffed so hard. Whiffed so hard not only did you let spike be diffused but you got yourself killed too. You could have finished this game there and then and called it a day.

12 - 6

After a stressful round you guys won the last round meaning you'd won the first map. You were the person who had the final kill which felt like a redemption after your previous bad round.

"YES LETS GO!" you cry pulling Boaster into a hug. Chronicle comes up fistbumping Derke before you hug him.

"Nice going Nyx" he grins. You use your hand to look out into the crowd spotting your boyfriend sat there with Max in the VIP section.

You wave at him as you leave the stage knowing he'll come see you in the room you guys had snacks and breaked in before the next map.

"You did so well, argh im so proud of you and i know you've got this next map!" he grins pulling you into a hug, kissing your forehead before moving down to hold your face in his hands bringing you into a full kiss.

"Ew" Chronicle comments smirking at the pair of your while Boaster covers Alfa's eyes.

"You guys all did really well. Got a feeling this ones yours!" Lando admits, keeping you close to his side.

"Thanks mate, oh wait have you guys seen Yinsu?" Jake (Boaster) asks.

"Mmmm she was in the crowd but haven't seen her yet!"

"Whose Yinsu?" Lando whispers to you.

"His girlfriend" you laugh.

"Mmmm she's with Angelina i think" Chronicle nods.

"Whose Angelina?" he asks

"Chron's wife?" you laugh as if Lando didn't believe your teammates had partners.

"You know ... this is a sport so technically you are my WAG... or HAB i guess?" you giggle before the others all tilt there heads confused.

"What is a WAG?" Derke asks head tipped to the side.

"Its a sports term, feel like its mostly used in F1 though. WAG is like Wives and Girlfriends of the sport person so im known on the screen when they show my face as Y/N FNC Nyxie Y/L/N Pro Valorant Player, Streamer and Girlfriend of Lando Norris" you explain and they nod.

"We should have something like that!" Alfa exclaims!

"Maybe" you laugh, preparing yourself for the next round.

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[ventique18]

A few things we learn about Malleus in Platinum Jacket:

He has had many, many tutors over the years who were brought from all over so he would receive only the finest education. He's a genius however, and whatever they taught him he could do better. He would get angry because he thought they were teaching him basics because they were looking down on him and would throw tantrums so terrible he would accidentally raze his grandma's garden with forest fires. Each and every one of his tutors end up packing their bags and resigning in fear of him. 😭 He'd get severely scolded by Lilia because of this.

Deuce comments that while Hades looks terrifying, his minions look goofy in comparison. Malleus tells him to never judge people based on appearances, as they'd never have been painted if they weren't competent. He also likens these minions to his bodyguards and shares how proud he'd be if they were to be lauded by the world and the succeeding generations in the future. (PROUD BIG BRO MOMENT)

He confirms that Briar Kingdom royalty choose their retainers at a certain age, which we can alreaddy conclude by the way he employed his goofy teenage knights and his mom chose the most radical/problematic generals back then.

He doesn't appreciate the servants in his castle waiting on him hand and foot. It's protocol so he can hardly do anything about it, but he was relieved when he enrolled at Night Raven and had to do everything himself.

Lilia instilled in him from a very young age that a person is nothing if they can't properly take care of themselves. He couldn't do this in the castle though, so he instead reads plenty of books on how to do household chores and whatnot. He's delighted to be able to put this knowledge to practical use at NRC.

He does mundane things like shopping and laundry by himself, until Sebek enrolled and tries to steal all his tasks lol. Although he's visibly disappointed, he lets Sebek do what he wants.

He actually knows how to use the washing machine and dryer but only after so many tries and difficulties.

He once washed his clothes in the kitchen sink and got caught doing it. His dormmates offered to do it instead (because he's their god lmao) but he refused because as he said, he likes to exert his own effort for things.

He is a good art critique and appreciates all kinds of art, though his favorite are sculptures. He likes to see the wears and tears of things over the years. He likes to see proof that things lived their lives (even inanimate things!), and that changes and ageing are beautiful.

He once again repeats that he loves gargoyles.

Though he adores the thought of being happy amongst others, he hates it when people are visibly happy and he isn't.

[candyswirls]

All the now children primarchs have discovered the wonders of minecraft.The Emperor being now forced to be the moderator and peacemarker after six differents fight involving buildings being destroyed , the ownerships of the wolves and the distribuation of the ore.

Okay, for context: since there's 18 of them, I think they'd have a room set up with a screen for each of them to use, and they'd play on a server together. So big E can see all their screens at once, too.

He wished Malcador had not brought the game up from the vaults.

Leman and Magnus had gotten into a screaming match over who the dog belonged to. Perturabo was raging over his base, getting blown up with TNT. He insisted it was Dorn.

Corvus was guarding the chests Vulkan used so others wouldn't steal his hard earned ore.

Fulgrim and Lorgar were trying to stop Konrad from killing any villagers he found. Lion would hunt his brothers down.

He had warned them that if this continued, he would ground them and take away the server.

He finally realized he'd have to teach them how with the final straw.

Angron came into his office, bawling. His brothers were constantly "griefing" his house and making fun of it. In a rage, he'd thrown and broken his controller. After that, he burst into tears and came running.

The emperor picked him up and headed to the game room.

Angron hadn't calmed down, "I-I-I like building wi-with dirt! I like the-the grass, and I w-w-wan-wanted to plant flo-owers on top of it! But-but they keep des-destroying it and calling it a-a-a t-toilet house!!"

He rubbed his sons back, "I won't let them do that anymore. You'll get your garden house."

When he entered the room, Roboute was yelling as Omegon lit his house on fire. Mortarion was being mobbed and killed from his spawn point over and over again by Horus and Sanguinius. Something about their cows.

"Enough," the Emperor said. "Sit down, all of you."

It grew silent, and they did so.

"I am taking away the game," he informed then.

Ferrus folded his arms and folded in on himself. Vulkan started to cry.

"Unless you can show me you can be kind and work together," he finished. "I am going to stay in here as you learn. There will be no griefing. No stealing. No killing. No, making fun of each other. You are better than this."

Shame covered their faces.

"Where is Angron's controller?"

Lorgar spoke up, "It's broken. He can use mine. I like the keyboard better."

The emperor wiped Angron's cheeks and set him down. Lorgar hugged his brother and gave him the controller.

It was dead silent as he sat down and they played.

"Corvus, come to the nether with me," Vulkan said excitedly. "You don't need to guard the chests anymore."

"But they might still come take it," Corvus said.

"I am watching," the emperor told his sons.

Lorgar asked, "Can I come?"

"Yeah!"

"I have too much stone," Fulgrim announced.

Dorn said he'd take it.

Konrad was diving into water and looking for drowned to take out.

"A wolf!" Leman yelled. "I need bones!"

"I'm coming," Mortarion said.

Angron had stopped sniffling and had a pleasant smile on his face as he collected various flowers.

"Jaghatai, where are you?" Alpharius questioned. "Are you lost?"

"Look up," The Khan replied.

Alpharius moved the camera to see his brother in the trees above him.

"Oh," he said.

"Help me get apples," Jagh requested. "There's a herd nearby."

Lion and Horus were competing on who could kill the most monsters.

Sanguinius was building rafters when he fell off and into the ravine he was next to.

He sighed as he respawned.

Roboute helped Dorn with his fortress. Ferrus was mining for Perturabo. Fulgrim was building with Redstone.

"What's this thing?" Lorgar asked.

"No, dont!" Vulkan yelled.

Lorgar had piglins on his screen and hit one. He began screaming as all the piglins began attacking him.

"They're killing me! They're killing me!" He yelled.

"Don't fight back!" Vulkan insisted. "Hit one, and they all come after you! Let yourself die, and we'll get your stuff - no, no, no, no!"

Lorgar ran and fell off the ledge unto the lava below.

"We can't get your stuff now," Corvus told him.

Lorgar was mostly in shock at what had just happened.

"Father, come see my house!" Angron called out.

The Emperor stood and came over to Angron's screen. His dirt house was built into a hill. Flowers and a few other plants covered it.

"I used bone powder to make them grow faster!" Angron explained. "Isn't it pretty?"

"It is," smiled the emperor.

[my-rose-tinted-glasses]

10DANCE - Upcoming JBL Film

Based on the manga by Inouesatoh, "10DANCE" is being adapted into a film by Netflix, coming in 2025.

Shinya Suzuki (Ryoma Takeuchi) is the Japanese champion of Latin Dance, while Shinya Sugiki (Keita Machida) is the Japanese champion and second-ranked dancer in Standard Ballroom in the world. They are often compared to each other because of their similar names despite dancing in different categories, which frustrates the competitive Suzuki. One day, Suzuki receives a surprise when Sugiki asks him to team up and win the 10-Dance Competition. The 10-Dance is a competition in which top dancers perform five varieties of Latin Dance and five varieties of Standard Ballroom. Knowing how difficult it would be, Suzuki initially rejects Sugiki's proposal to teach each other their respective styles and compete on the world stage, but Sugiki's provocative attitude sparks Suzuki's competitive spirit and spurs him to begrudgingly accept.The two men's opposite personalities clash as they devote themselves to daily lessons, but they grow steadily closer over time. Before long, Suzuki realizes he has started developing a romantic attraction to Sugiki.

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