#my dog shockingly didn't bite and didn't get bit

[symptomatic-stigmata]

Call out post for my downstairs neighbors.

PUT YOUR DOG ON A LEASH OR MINE WILL RETALIATE WHEN THE DAMN THING TRIES TO FUCKING ASSAULT HER.

We're both fucking lucky we're not at the emergency vet, you assholes.

[kkuras-gamer-gf]

Please | Megan Skiendiel

Smut

Bottom!megan, meg has a praise kink, i took this photo as truth, begging, dacryphilia, oral, fingering

Didn't know how to end, my apologies.

Megan wasn't one to be bold, though she wasn't normally shy something about you made her feel that way. Heat rising to her cheeks everytime you look at her, her words coming out a stuttered mess. So when she speaks up with a question during weekly movie night, you can't help your surprise.

"Can you eat me out?" Her voice is quiet, head on your shoulder as her lips brush your neck when she speaks. Your head turns quickly towards her, she'd never outright asked before, her eyes also shockingly stay locked into yours and a small pout starting to show on her lips.

"What?" You ask, not believing what your heard.

"Eat me out." Her voice doesn't waver, though it's small and quiet, the pout growing in size as she gives her best puppy dog eyes, "please?"

Your hand finds her waist, rubbing circles on the exposed skin between her tank top and shirts.

"What about the girls?"

The other members were in their respective rooms, asleep or scrolling on their phones, thins walls between you and the nearest two Dani and Manon.

"I'll be quiet" She says quickly, noticing the doubtful look on your face, the chinese girl proving to be loud in intimate moments, "i promise."

"If you're not I'll stop"

Her head quickly nods, a smile pulling at the corner of her lips as her arms wrap around your neck and connecting your lips.

"You're so pretty, mei" You whisper, lips moving on to her jaw and neck, a whimper leaving the younger girls mouth while a blush covers her cheeks.

Hands find her warm skin underneath the black tank top lifting it as your slide your hands up, squeezing at every chance.

The brunettes hands snaking into your hair, pulling you down to her chest.

"So needy." You tease, not giving in at first just leaving feather like kisses on her collarbones.

"Please." The word barely even leaves her lips, hands still tugging at your head.

Finally, to her satisfaction your lips wrap around her nipple, a moan coming from her throat causing you to pause for a second, making her slap a hand over her mouth as she looks down at you with a pleading look.

"Don't stop, im sorry." The words come out muffled from behind her hand.

Trailing kisses down her chest and stomach, stopping to make marks that can be hidden from the public.

You stop at the waistband of her shorts, fingers toying with it as you leave light kisses on the skin there, hooking your fingers into the shorts and pulling at them as Megan eagerly lifts her hips and kicks her legs to get them off, her underwear coming off with them.

Taking your place on your stomach between your legs as if you belong there, bringing her legs over your shoulders.

"Don't tease." She mumbles when your pointer reaches out, tracing her slit to collect the wetness that had gathered.

"My needy girl," Your finger now tracing small circles over her clit.

"Mm- please."

"What baby?," Circles becoming faster, little whimpers leaving your girlfriends mouth, while she bites her lip to keep quiet.

"N-need your mouth."

You don't have to imagine the blush that spread on her cheeks as you force her to verbalize her wants, you comply as easily. Dragging the tip of your tongue from her entrance to her clit, moaning at the taste.

"You taste so good." It comes out a whisper, barely willing to pull away from her, lapping at her to get more.

Whines and whimpers reach your ears, though not too loud yet. Her slick drips down your chin, mixing with saliva and falling to the sheets.

"You're doing so good." Mumbled against her, "My good girl."

The praise causing the brunette to roll her hips, now grinding against your mouth. It was obvious the younger girl was close to her release, fingers laced in your hair pulling while her thighs shook and tightened around your head slightly.

So you push a bit further, sliding two fingers into her entrance. A loud moan leaves her throat breaking her of being your good girl and definitely heard in the next room, the sound of her own hand once again covering her mouth almost as loud.

"I'm sorry, im sorry." She mumbles against her palm.

Pulling fingers away and moving to rest your head on her thigh as you looked up with a expression that had your girlfriend rushing to beg.

"Wh- no. I was so close. Pl-please", The words are choked, the girl near crying at the loss of pleasure. Long fingers, decorated with expensive acrylics, wrap around your wrist pulling back towards her center, "Baby, please."

"What'd i say?"

"I'll be quiet now, i'll be good i promise", Hushed pleads leaves her lips as tears start dripping down her cheeks, "Please."

Megan could get whatever she wanted, eyes big and teary as they stared at you accompanied by her begging, you can't help but give her one more chance.

"One more noise and you don't cum at all, got it?"

"Mhm" Her head nods rapidly, almost without thought.

Resuming, you leave a slow lick up her center, testing her. A small whimper is heard but you let it pass, getting distracted by the taste of her. Selfishly knowing you'll let her cum no matter what just to taste her a bit more.

It didn't take long before Megan was near her climax, chest heavily heaving as she tried keeping the moans in, but as you insert your fingers once again at a fast pace she opts to grab a pillow covering her mouth and finally letting out those pretty noises. Though not mute, it was muffled enough to pass it off.

As she settled, your hand gently rubbing her shaky thighs while she caught her breath. The pillow falling from her hand, now covered in what you expect is tears and saliva. Her eyes are closed still, trying to find energy to even open them.

"You did so good mei-mei" You whisper, leaving a kiss to her cheek.

Thumbs swipe at her cheeks getting rid of the tear stains, leaving other kisses on her face causing the girl to finally look at you.

"Good?"

"Mm" is all Megan could get out, eyes heavy and nearly shutting once again.

"Goodnight"

You're not sure she heard you as her eyelids flutter shut, somehow instantly falling asleep, her hands holding onto you.

[rauferes]

I've read a couple fics that feature Emmrich with erectile dysfunction, and I've been turning that version of him around in my head ever since. I think it would hit him particularly hard when he's on the receiving end of oral sex. (Truly ironic, given how enthusiastic he is about giving.) It's easily self-reinforcing-- each time that nerves and overthinking make him soften, it only makes him more apprehensive for the next time, until he avoids trying at all, redirecting his partner every time.

He's a patient lover, knowing how delicious it is to savor, to go slow-- but has that care ever been extended to him, before?

It's Rook who insists, settling between his knees even as he starts to fidget.

"Oh, darling, you don't have to," Emmrich tries.

"Oh, do you not like it?" Rook asks, genuinely curious.

Emmrich licks his lips. "I-- I do, but--"

The conflicted desire in his eyes is enough invitation for Rook. He makes a choked sound as soon as their mouth closes on him, hips jerking a little (which he apologizes for immediately, despite Rook's hum of approval.) Rook's clever tongue teases his frenulum and he bites down on a knuckle, hard, trying not to whimper.

It doesn't last-- it never does. When he softens, inevitably, Rook pauses long enough to ask what other techniques he likes better.

Emmrich wilts. "What you're doing is lovely. Very much so. I just-- I find it a bit difficult to, ah..."

He fiddles with his grave gold, unable to look at them. Unable to admit his shame.

"But are you enjoying yourself?" Rook asks. "Is it still pleasant?"

Emmrich's gaze flicks away, flushing.

But Rook can read the answer on his face: yes.

"Feel free to stop indulging me whenever you like, then, but--"

Emmrich's gaze snaps back to them. "Indulging you?"

Rook shrugs, smiling crookedly.

"What can I say? I like how you feel."

They press a kiss against his hipbone. Emmrich gives a little gasp, despite himself.

"I like how you sound," Rook murmurs, brushing light fingers over the sensitive skin of his inner thighs. "I like how you taste."

Rook takes him into their mouth again, still mostly soft. They roll their tongue over him, and Emmrich's spine curves, bowing low over Rook's lowered head. The sensation is-- shockingly intense.

Rook teases, gentle and slow, exploring his soft cock thoroughly. They pull ragged noises from him, moans and shivers. They take him apart slowly, clearly relishing every moment. When they find a twist of their tongue that makes Emmrich cry out, they hone in, repeating again and again. Their warm, firm hands press against Emmrich's trembling thighs.

"Rook-- oh--" Emmrich pants, tangling his hands in their hair. "That feels so-- oh, goodness..."

Rook gives a possessive growl. And suddenly Emmrich is coming, still soft, pleasure lighting up his body in a flash.

He's still processing, his mouth a little open, when a smug Rook climbs into his lap and cuddles him, nuzzling against his neck.

"Oh," Emmrich manages to say, clinging to them. "I didn't realize that was-- an option."

Rook smirks against his skin, valiantly does not make a joke about old dogs and new tricks--

and then proceeds to blow him as often as they can get away with for months.

[variousqueerthings]

for reference of how he talks with diefenbaker

s1 (diefenbaker has been found guilty of biting a man and has been sentenced to death. fraser visits diefenbaker in a curiously human-shaped cell, which they share during the conversation)

FRASER: Well, the good news is that Ray says we have nothing to worry about. It turns out, luckily for us, that he's very well acquainted with a number of sitting judges, and he's confident that one of them is bound to grant us a stay of execution. [Diefenbaker grumbles.] Well, I know, but it's not inconceivable that he would know one of them, and the least we can do is let him try, don't you think? [There is a long pause.] You know, I, I was thinking today about that time you pulled me from the sound, and, uh. I know I never really . . . you did want to come here, didn't you? I just took it for granted, you know, I know I never really discussed it, but — I would hate to think you came here and stayed here all of this time just out of some kind of misplaced sense of duty. You wouldn't do that, would you? [Diefenbaker grumbles. Fraser smiles a bit.] No, I didn't think you would. Nah. [He looks around the bare room.] You know, I — I can stay if you'd like. I, uh, I brought my bedroll.

s2 (cold opening of the episode, fraser has taken diefenbaker out on a drill early in the morning in the middle of winter)

FRASER: All right, that's it. Just crouch. Just watch. All right, now. [Diefenbaker takes off running. Fraser runs after him.] All right, great. Close the gap. Pick up your pace. Charge! [He catches up to Diefenbaker, who has caught and captured a candy wrapper.] Oh, Diefenbaker. Do I have to remind you that you are a carnivore? That you are genetically predisposed to hunt? Or have you forgotten that? [Diefenbaker whufs.] It's hopeless. I should never have taken you out of your element and brought you to the city. You've gone soft. No, there's only one thing to do, and that's to mail you back to the Yukon, where you belong. [Diefenbaker whimpers.] Ahhhh, now! A few elementary drills doesn't sound so bad, does it? All right, let's go. [He starts walking again. Diefenbaker grumbles.] Ah, ah. Watch your language. Now. Pick up the scent again. Start to stalk. That's it. Pick up your pace. Not too fast. All right. That's it. All right, now measure your charge. [Fraser falls into an open hole in the road. Diefenbaker sniffs at the edge. Fraser stands up quickly.] If you even so much as contemplate laughing, my friend, I swear, I will crate you up so quickly that — [He sees headlights coming from down the road.]

diefenbaker is definitely... Different to how other dogs get talked about but i will say, fraser also at one point has a whole conversation with a rat, so there's also an element here of his comfort around non-human animals (and the idea, like you say, of humans as just another kind of animal, which ofc isn't wrong, but does suggest reasons for some of fraser's disconnect around other humans)

@gjdraws called fraser "a nervous hunting dog" in a conversation we were having about him today (shockingly, that conversation was about his relationship with meg...........)

smthin important for me in my understanding of mr benton bentoni fraser is that yes he's got the martyr syndrome and yes he was raised in a pretty austere (but loving) environment and was probably one of those kids with an unnervingly large vocabulary and he has real issues related to living up to his father's "image" and that image itself being tarnished and doesn't often allow himself to feel his feelings and has definitely always been an outsider to his peers but...

he is also an adrenaline junkie

my man isn't just jumping off moving cars and getting in trouble and putting himself in hospital a few times a month solely for the sake of the good of the people, he is in danger to Feel Alive and if some smart mean-for-fun dommy sadist figured this out he could get himself bruised (and bossed around) whenever he wanted..... oh look, the show introduced her in s2 👀👀👀

[narrators-journal]

Let the game finally begins

So, this was supposed to be the final part of this series, but it got super fucking long and incoherent at the end, so I cut it and trimmed it down. Part 5 will be up when I am able to rework it out of being hot ass and have a free moment to post!

Last part: Here

First part: here

If you had to describe the demons from your dreams, it would be shockingly hard. Not because you couldn't remember them, in fact, that whole dream was one of the only dreams you could recall almost as vividly as a real-life memory, it was just that the two were very similar. Emmet and Ingo looked alike, and while Emmet was the chattier of the pair, and far more expressive with his face, your encounter with them did a lot to prove that the twin with the perpetual frown was just as twistedly playful as the other. Which meant, you had no real reprieve.

So, you decided to finally bite the bullet and return to your own home after that dream. Not only because you worried for your friends and them getting caught in the crossfire, but because you honestly couldn't bring yourself to look either of them in the eye after your saucy nap. So, after a myriad of promises to report even the smallest occurrence of demonic activity to them, they reluctantly let you return home.

Naturally, though, you didn't breathe a word of your plans to them. It didn't take a fortune teller to know that if you mentioned wanting to retry the ritual and finally play a game with the spirits you had invited into your life they'd turn the car around and never leave you alone again. What's the other option? A lifetime of growingly frequent wet dreams? Wet nightmare? You asked yourself once you'd wished your friends goodbye and walked back into your home after what felt like an entire month away. Of course, the abode was mute, with not a soul within outside of maybe a pet or two, and while that was usually a bit of comfort for you, now it was purely ominous.

However, you steeled yourself to the anxious swirl of feelings in your stomach and simply went about gathering the candles you had originally used for the ritual and a marker, paint, or whatever would work to draw the symbols. Though, you couldn't use them until nighttime, when it was dark enough, so you were still forced to burn the remaining daylight before taking the plunge a second time. Hopefully, this ends soon. I can't take any more time off of work... you thought, sitting down to watch a bit of television while you continued to mull things over.

A lot had happened in a relatively short time. You were a simple woman, just aiming to do good and live a peaceful life. But now you were sitting on your couch with cold spots breezing by you repeatedly, never enough to leave a lingering chill, but enough to be noticeable to you.

Despite their games and lingering energies, you were able to mostly ignore, if not tolerate, their antics until they finally seemed to settle down around noon. Or, so you hoped.

For a while, you just enjoyed the quiet, simply watching your shows and keeping an eye and an ear out for any oddities. Though, after a few hours of finding no cold spots, nothing grabbing you, and no vague whispers or watchful gazes, you began to worry. What if they're going after my friends? Can they do that? you asked yourself, pushing yourself up off of the couch to pad around your home. Can they actually harm them though? Or even really leave me alone? the thoughts continued but did little to decrease how apprehension gnawed on you like a dog would its chew toy. In fact, it only increased when you peeked into your bedroom.

It was just as empty as the rest of your house, with the covers and sheets still thrown haphazardly around from you and your friends' mad dash for the door, and was as warm as you'd expect it to be on a sunny summer day. So, tentatively, you stepped into the room fully, ensuring the door stayed open behind you for a swift escape if needed, to walk around and try to find a localized chilly spot that might've been hiding. Yet, it wasn't until you were on the opposite side of the room that you found a spectral sign in the form of a swirling patch of air so cold that you could've sworn it was made up of that same icy fog your freezer sometimes spewed when you opened it.

    "Well, there's one of them at least," you told the non-existent audience with you, letting out a small breath of relief, only for it to be cut short by the sound of your bedroom door clicking shut.

Instead of whirling around to look at what was sure to be nothing visible, you bit back the instinct to instantly run. You'd already faced these demons, you knew at least something of their personalities, so you had no real reason to bolt from the unknown. learning the unknown's name usually puts an end to that title, anyway.

So, instead of freaking out, you did your best to keep calm and just strolled back towards the door as casually as your drumming heart could allow. Making it to wrapping your hand around the cold knob before the twin demons seemed to hit their next horror movie marker. The door was stuck.

With a muttered curse word, you pressed yourself to the door, partially for support and partially to try and keep as far away from the spirit within the room with you. And you stood like that, in a thick silence so heavy that you felt as if your breaths were forced to come out shallow, for what felt like an eternity before you finally felt the cold snake around your waist.

It stayed there for a moment, sending melancholy ripples through your body. Is a ghost trying to fuck me? Is he gonna kidnap me? Your panicked brain questioned, cooking up a slew of scenarios at record speed while you tried again to get your bedroom door open. However, that glimmer of hope seemed to be torn away when out of nowhere, the spirit threw you onto the bed, which you almost bounced off of from the force of it.

However, before you could scramble away, the cold returned, this time to pin your back to the bed. If it weren't for how you could almost feel his hand grab your wrists and pin them on either side of your head, you would've thought the creature was just fucking with you, trying to scare you witless as some form of vengeance for continuing to not keep your word, but after your first true introduction to the twins, you couldn't be certain anymore.

      "U-uh, E-emmet?" You nervously guessed while you attempted to wriggle your hands free of the spirit, who hadn't yet moved from his position assumedly straddling you. "I-ingo?" You corrected after a moment, only getting another moment of silence before, surprisingly, the weight on your wrists lifted.

You decided to take that brief hint and almost threw yourself off of the bed, but, you didn't run out of the room. No, the last thing you needed was to instigate whatever predatory leanings Ingo had by turning your back and running. You instead kept your eyes on the bed as much as humanly possible while you walked to the door. When you found it released from the paranormal lock, you casually opened it and stepped out, not breathing again until you'd closed your bedroom door once more. Alright, guess I won't go in there anymore. You decided.

With that, you kept your word for the rest of the day. You stayed firmly in the living room and made sure to keep all of the ritual supplies in a plastic bag clutched protectively to your chest until evening finally settled and you could begin to draw the two symbols you had originally in your living room again. Then, you set about making the circles with candles and lighting them before turning the lights off once more for the final step.

Taking a deep breath, you watched the circles of flames flicker and dance, all too aware of the feeling of eyes glued to you as you stood just out of the reach of the main glow of the candles. Swallowing the lump of anxiety sitting heavily in your throat, you finally said the final line,

     "I'm looking for someone to play a game with, is there anyone willing to join?"

Once more, your question was met with silence, but this time you didn't brush it off as a dud, you now knew better. So, you instead just watched the flames flicker for a long moment in the darkness before speaking again,

     "I know you two are there, can you show yourselves?" You didn't get an answer for a long moment, but then the candles dimmed, and the shadows slithered into the symbols, slowly taking form until two dark figures stood before you. Shaking off the remaining darkness, they showed themselves once more.

          "Hello again, dear," Ingo hummed while he and his twin stared down at you with silver eyes, though this time, you could take a step back from them instead of being mindlessly rooted to the spot.

     "Does this mean you'll finally be giving us a game to play?" Emmet asked, his seemingly permanent grin showing off canines that you were at least halfway sure weren't supposed to be that noticeably sharp.

     "Uh, yeah, I just need to know if there are any rules that are mandatory," you said, your eyes locking on a bit of movement as you spoke, finally bringing attention to the tails they both had. How had you not noticed those in either encounter before?

     "We don't have rules that are required in each game." Ingo said, snapping you out of your thoughts, "The only requirement that must be included is that we both agree to the game and rules you set."

    "outside of that, and the need for a set time limit, we're verrry flexible," Emmet added, swishing his snow-colored tail as he spoke, obviously amused at how you watched it move until finally tearing your eyes away to focus on the conversation again,

     "Right, so...I guess the first step is to decide the game."

For the next hour or so, you tried to think up a game that would be least taxing on you while being entertaining enough for the two demons. Sadly though, none of your suggestions got accepted by the pair. Apparently, some form of card game like poker would be too easy, and board games were too boring, so you were forced to be a bit more creative.

It seemed they liked active games like tag or hide-and-seek, but you avoided offering those games since you already knew your fate on that track. Instead, you tried to find a middle ground, something that would be fun for them but gave you a realistic chance at victory. Which, after some thinking, stemmed an idea.

     "What if, we played something like green-light-red-light?" You asked, watching the brothers share a curious look before returning their attention to you,

     "A game where you can't move, but we can get as close as we can before you try to stop us? That's a verryy bold decision." Emmet pointed out,

    "I said something like it, not the game itself." You countered, making both demons raise their eyebrows. You now had their attention, "What if, one of the rules of this game was that you could only get closer to me under a certain condition? Like, when I don't look at you." You suggested, getting up from where you had sat on the floor to get a paper and a pen to note things down.

     "That's a very simple game, I'm not so sure it'd be fun for us," Ingo said, his calm, slightly monotone words laced with a verbal nudge that you ignored.

     "Well, maybe we can add in some other elements then. But right now, the rule is that you can't get closer unless I look away from you two." Neither disagreed with that, so you set about making up the rules with them, being sure that they not only knew the rules but wouldn't veto them.

After that, you had a pretty solid mixture of tag, hide-and-seek, green-light-red-light, and some balancing rules, like they couldn't use inhuman speed or transportation, kill anyone not in the game or hold anyone hostage, plus, dreams didn't count as them catching you. On your end, you got a day's head start, but only because they wouldn't be telling you when the game would truly begin. Once it did, however, you'd need to evade them until dawn or evening, depending on when they come after you. They could try a total of three times in three months to catch you, and if you could keep them from doing so, you got to go free with no more haunting and no repercussions upon your soul. If they did manage to catch you though,

     "You will be entirely ours," Ingo said, almost smiling slightly to match the dark promise within his words.

Looking over the rules and rewards again, you sighed. At least I have a fighting chance, you told yourself before looking back at the creatures,

     "So what now?" you asked them, the warm glow of the candles making the mischievous, dangerous light in their eyes all the more ominous as Emmet spoke.

    "Now all you have to do is blow out the candles! Then we'll be on our merry way until we decide to take a crack at you." With a nod, you got up from your spot again and set about extinguishing the flames one by one. The entire time, your stomach churned and twisted with a maelstrom of regret, anxiety, and excitement tha

[narrators-journal]

Tooth rotting fluff of ukryu in the modern cafe au 👉👈 make both of us happy. Idc if you write something out or do hcs we just need a liddle love

I did my best to make it properly cute, but I honestly struggle to tell if something is truly cute to anyone but me. This little scenario was inspired partially by a story by, I believe, IAmStoryteller on archive of our own, all respect to them for this idea!

Ukyo's plan after the military had been to settle down and live a quiet, stress-free life, so he found himself a quaint cafe to work at in a quiet part of town. It was a dream job for him, not super busy most of the time, lovely bosses, and the rowdiest coworker he had was a girl in university who had a habit of singing her heart out to Lillian almost as soon as he left at the end of his shift and she was alone. The only other nuisance Ukyo found was a specific customer. Ryusui Nanami, of the Nanami conglomerate.

Ryusui was known for being a loud, abrasive, slightly out-of-touch rich kid who seemed to have no idea about honest struggles, so the radar technician didn't exactly start off liking him. However, the millionaire was swift to set his sights on the shorter man and was determined to disrupt his peaceful life with his well-off chaos. At first, Ukyo thought he'd get the hint that this hairbrained scheme of his wasn't going to work, but Ryusui was as stubborn as a mule and was shockingly charming and accommodating, which was Ukyo's one weakness when coupled with how attractive the heir to the Nanami conglomerate was.

He was just as loud as the cafe worker had thought he'd be, but when Ukyo explained how sensitive his hearing was, he actually toned it down, and sometimes would even go so far as to use sign language if it was one of the cafe's rare busy days and the place was already roaring with noise. With that, and some other charming things he'd done, the pretty rich boy had managed to finally win Ukyo over, and so, their relationship started.

It'd now only been two months at most since Ukyo had been lured into dating him, but he'd already been tossed from Ryusui's bedroom window like a child's bag of soccer equipment, which is why they now mostly spent the night together on his ship, harassed by Minami for answers to her questions about their rumored relationship, and subjected to sugar baby jokes by customers who assumed correctly that he and the blonde were an item despite them not being public thanks to Ryusui's parents being hellbent on his sexuality staying under wraps.

Though Ukyo had to admit, it wasn't that bad despite Ryusui's family life being...strange, and the few times the well-off man forgot his boundaries about noise. Despite his mask of being obnoxiously out of touch with reality though, Ryusui was honestly one of the most compassionate people Ukyo'd met in a long while.        "It's all an act, Uky," he'd admitted to the snowy-haired sonar-tech on their third date, "It's easier for me to just be the person everyone expects me to be than to fight it to try and convince them I've changed," he explained, taking a bite of the Alfredo Francois had made them for the date,        "Well, you realize you don't have to fake it around me, right? I think I would've left by now if I wasn't willing to accept you not being as awful as people say you are." the other man hummed, and Ryu looked at him, somewhat measuring his honesty before swallowing his mouthful and nodding. Ever since then, Ryusui had been much more open and relaxed around Ukyo. Even when he came by the cafe he worked at, Ryusui still came off as a more honest version of himself, not as snobby or pushy, just purely excitable, like a puppy dog.

The memory made Ukyo smile a bit, so he rolled over in the small bed he and the blonde currently laid in on Ryusui's boat to snake his arm around him as the sea swayed and rocked them gently,         "Whatcha up to, pretty boy?" the millionaire hummed, looking down at the smaller male who was cuddling up to him now, "I'm just being affectionate." he hummed, making the man snort, but he didn't deny him the cuddles, just putting his arm around him loosely and returning to watching his phone.

For a while, Ukyo just cuddled up to Ryusui and was comfortable until his phone buzzed and his alarm for work went off.         "I thought you didn't work today," the millionaire huffed, tightening his hold on the smaller male while he squirmed to get to his phone,        "I don't, but one of the workers had an exam today, so I offered to take her shift," Ukyo explained, stretching himself and trying to take advantage of how the gentle rocking of the ocean sometimes scooted his phone just a bit closer until he could finally grab it. So, the problem of the alarm was solved, but now he had to pry himself away from his boyfriend.        "Ryusui," he sighed, turning his head to look back at the noisy blonde as best he could with said blonde nuzzled into his neck, "Let go now, I need to get to work." All he got was a muffled 'nuh-uh'.

With a small sigh, the snow-haired veteran began wriggling and writhing and lighting smacking at Ryusui when he tightened his hold too much until finally he managed to win his freedom and scramble to his feet. In response, his boyfriend sighed dramatically, rolling onto his back and acting as if losing his small cuddle buddy was the end of the world for a moment, then he finally sat up and helped Ukyo gather his things. After that, he didn't actually complain or pout as he simply drove Ukyo closer to the cafe he worked at, but he did get revenge.

Just as the radar technician was getting out of the car and gathering his things, Ryusui came over to his side of the car and struck like a waiting, publicly affectionate snake, hugging him, littering his face with kisses, knowing very well how much PDA embarrassed the shorter man.        "I swear to god, Ryusui stop it! This is humiliating!" he whined, trying to contort himself to avoid the onslaught of kisses, but with the sailor being around 6'2 and as stubbornly strong as he was, Ukyo had no choice but to bear the act until he was finally released, his boyfriend satisfied with the vibrant red of his cheeks.         "Have a good day at work~" He sang, returning to the driver's side of the car, acting as if his partner wasn't glaring daggers at him. Afterward, Ukyo just shook his head and huffed, but went to the cafe, not really as mad as he acted.