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[aakeysmash]

you manage to make college!sukuna take yuuji trick or treating

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You barely put your foot inside the apartment when you hear sniffling coming from the kitchen.

“Please ‘Kuna, I can’t go alone,” Yuuji mumbles, moving a single piece of spaghetti around his plate.

Sukuna huffs, standing up from the table. "Can't you just go with that kid you invited over the other day? Meg... Meg something?"

"No! I already told you I can't, like 3 times!" Yuuji starts, getting progressively more frustrated.

"Don't throw a fucking tantrum, Yuuji, you know I hate that shit," the older grits out, cleaning his plate.

"But-"

"Hello...?" you say, peeking inside. Two sets of eyes fix on you, and silence engulfs the three of you for what feels like the longest three seconds ever. "Y'all are weird," you whisper, getting inside and going to the fridge. Yuuji waves at you, trying to be polite even if you can see he's on the brink of tears, before the two brothers in the room with you resume their conversation.

"Brat, I'm not coming. I have assignments," Sukuna sighs. He doesn't turn around, he knows Yuuji is pouting and he might or might not have lied. Well, not completely: he does have to turn in two different projects for his economics class, but he's almost finished. He did say he would take a double shift the night Yuuji is asking him about though. They're tight on money, but it's not like he wants to admit that to his little brother. Is this what guilt feels like?

The little pink haired boy sniffles, then nods. "It's okay," he slurs out, cleaning after himself in silence. For the next 5 minutes, you can hear a pin drop from how silent it is. Sukuna keeps on washing dishes, Yuuji keeps on cleaning the table.

You're still standing by the fridge, trying to mind your own business, but seeing the whole scene makes the hair on your nape stand up. The two siblings would have the same stoic and unmoving face if it wasn't for Yuuji's lip trembling imperceptibly from time to time.

"I'm going to my room. Sorry for having bothered you, 'Kuna," the little one says, opening the door to the kitchen softly, and closing it even softer. Sukuna inhales strongly, putting his hands on the counter in front of him and closing his eyes. You feel like if you breathe harder than what a mosquito does, he'll crash out.

He pats his pockets repeatedly, searching for something. He takes out a pack of cigarettes and turns around to reach for the lighter you keep in the first drawer, when your voice startles him. Seeing him startled startles you too. He's never startled. What is going on?

"I thought you quit."

"Mind your own fucking business," he snarls, snatching open the drawer.

"What's got your panties in a twist?" you reply, matching his rudeness.

"Can you shut the fuck up? Damn," he continues, glaring at you, taking one big drag of the pressed tobacco between his fingers.

"No, I'd like to eat a normal dinner with both of you today, so are you going to tell me what is going on or do I have to ask your crying nine year old little brother?" you hiss out, snatching the cigarette he just lit and tossing it in the sink, still wet from when he washed his dishes, effectively turning it off.

He's on you in a second. "Don't piss me off, woman," he says, trapping you between the sink and his body. He's towering over you, and he has to bend down to look at you properly. "Stay out of it," he says, menacingly. You gulp, but you're not finished. And most importantly, you know him. You've been living together for forever, or maybe it feels like it because you're always together, either for Yuuji or because... wait, why are you always together?

"I'll stop when I feel like it, Sukuna," you say, getting closer to his face. Your voice is clear, your nose an inch from his own. You look into each other's eyes so intensely that if you had the power to shoot lasers he'd be blind by now. You're about to speak up again, when he headbutts you. Hard.

"Ouch!" you yelp, punching him in the arm as hard as you can. He just traps your fist in his, squeezing until you wince, then lets go, smirking.

"Don't play with me, girl," he says while getting off of you. You pout, rubbing the spot he hit on your forehead.

"Asshole," you mumble.

"Mh? What'd you say?"

"Nothing, sir," you respond mockingly, assuming the position of a soldier. "You know what, I'm going to report you to the police for domestic violence," you continue, still pouting.

He throws you a single cube of ice. You raise an eyebrow.

"That's all we have, make it work. I ain't got the money for court," he shrugs.

Something clicks in your brain. You know he sees it. You see it from the way his eyes widen waiting for you. "Is this what this was about?"

He sighs, then sits on the floor across from your figure, which is still standing by the sink. You raise the ice cube on your forehead. This feels nice.

"Yuu asked me to accompany him trick or treating on Halloween."

You wait, but he's not looking at you anymore. He seems distant.

"Oookaaay, and...?" you push. He sighs again. His hand repeatedly passes through his pink locks.

"I picked up a double shift for Halloween like... last week. I can't lose the money right now, or I won't have enough for rent on the 1st," he grits out, keeping his head low. You hum. You throw the melted ice cube in the sink near the cigarette. The image makes you smile. It looks like you two.

You get down on the floor too, the tip of your sock clad feet grazing his.

"You could've asked me, you know," you say, trying to sound nonchalant. He scoffs.

"Baby, I know you're whipped, but I didn't think you wanted to be a sugar mommy at twentytwo," he says smirking. You try kicking him, but he just gets out of the way, snickering. "I'm not asking a girl for money, that's fucking humiliating."

"I'm serious, idiot. If you didn't want the money I could've taken Yuuji for you, it's not like it's the first time," you tell him, rolling your eyes. "He tried to be strong for you at the end, I know you know," you add, delicately this time, Tentatively. He stares at you and sighs for what feels like the hundredth time. He grabs your foot again and manspreads, just to position your calf on his thigh. This position feels incredibly intimate, and you try not to stiffen. You two have never been the cuddly type of roommates, but he looks like he could use a little bit of physical contact.

"It wouldn't be the same. He wants me there because all of the other kids are with their families, even if he doesn't want to tell me so. Satoru texted me about it this morning. He's taking the two brats he basically adopted too," he rambles. Sukuna is not one to open up, so you just let him talk, absorbing everything like a sponge.

"Couldn't you like... move the appointments up by a few hours?" you ask.

"I could, but I still have two fucking assignments for Halloween. If I don't turn them in I'm fucked, and I need the scholarship," he grits out. His thumb caresses your exposed ankle mindlessly. Shivers run up the entirety of your leg.

Suddenly, an idea pops into your mind.

"But what if you had an amazing roommate who oh so happened to love your brother so dearly that could turn said assignments in for you if it meant to see him happy?" you say, looking at him expectantly.

"I can't ask you that, come on," he rolls his eyes. You jump up, almost falling over him in the process. "I'm not doing that for free."

"I knew you were a bitch," he growls. You just whistle, going toward the door. He squeezes his eyes hard, before opening them, jumping up too and grabbing your wrist before you can exit the kitchen.

"What do you want?"

You grin.

That's how you find yourself holding a badly sponged muscled up Tarzan-Yuuji's little hand while going from door to door, your cute yellow Jane dress on.

"Might have given you a concussion the other day, doll," Sukuna, dressed as a monkey, grumbles next to you. You laugh, and he throws you a mean glare.

Yuuji leaves your side and runs up to his friends, screaming "Trick or treat!" with them, beaming. He looks back at you from time to time, smiling, offering you something every time the people he rings the doorbell of give him more than one candy.

You suddenly feel an arm drape over your shoulders roughly, before getting slammed into a hairy side.

"Thank you, y'know," Sukuna mumbles near your ear, pressing your head in a way where you're not able to see his expression. Then, he pushes you away. "Not for the fucking costume, that's for sure," he adds, disgusted, scratching his neck and arm at the same time. You just stand there, mouth gaping a little, in front of him.

"Cat got your tongue, sugar mama?" He tells you after a while, grinning.

You scowl, fake mad, before chuckling. "Who knew you were capable of saying thank you?"

"Don't get used to it."

[dollfacefantasy]

I saw you made a bimbo x toji and I started to wonder how DI or ID Leon would work out so if you have the time and want to do it would you make a short story or a headcannon?

hii so just to clarify i didn't write that bimbo reader x toji fic, that was just something i reblogged from another writer cause i liked it.

and i only really like bimbo reader in like a smut context (so basically an extension of dumbification lol) so that's what i'm gonna do <3

leon kennedy x fem!reader cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, daddy kink

when you wanna turn your brain off, leon has no problem pulling you into his lap. his lips land on your neck first, kissing down your throat to the spot that makes your breath hitch without fail. his hands slide over your curves, teasing your body beneath those tight, pretty pink clothes you always wear.

when you wanna turn your brain off, leon is quick to rip said clothes from your body. he savors your whines and weak protests telling him that this top was your favorite or that they don't sell that skirt anymore so be gentle. but he drops them to the floor all the same. he's even more obsessed with the delicate baby pink panties you wear and the lacy bra that matches.

when you wanna turn your brain off, leon can't stop himself from teasing you. as soon as he gets your bra off, he's all over your tits. he's squeezing them, kissing them, sucking little marks onto them. "think these things are bigger than your brain, babydoll," he murmurs. he can't stifle the laugh that comes out of him when you kick your heel into his calve and huff "that's mean."

when you wanna turn your brain off, leon always over apologizes, his insincerity clear in his tone. "you're right, my smart girl," he coos as he lays you down on the surface of whatever you two are making out on. "but you know, you don't have to think when daddy's around to do it for you," he says as his hand slides between your legs and rubs your clit through the sticky fabric guarding it.

when you wanna turn your brain off, leon's other hand rises to your face. his thumb brushes over your bottom lip before pushing inside your mouth. he feels his dick wake up as you suck on the digit like it's instinct, letting it pacify any of your prior protests. your soft tongue presses against the pad, and he can already hear a little moan in the back of your mouth. "that's right. that's what that little mouth is best at," he murmurs.

when you wanna turn your brain off, leon plays with your pussy till you're a squirmy, needy mess under him. only when your brain is already all mushy will he slide those panties down your legs, planting a kiss on your ankle before discarding them with the other clothes. he slides his thumb out from your mouth too, rubbing some saliva down over your chin. the cute little strands of drool make you all the more endearing to him.

when you wanna turn your brain off, leon watches your eyes when he pulls his cock out, that glassy-eyed stare you get when he's got you like this. he speaks to you like every word is a challenge to understand. "is that what you want, baby?" he croons, slapping his hard shaft down on your tummy, a preview of how it will fit. you give a weak little nod and he continues, "yeah? you want a treat, princess? want daddy nice and deep in that cute cunt?"

when you wanna turn your brain off, leon doesn't make you wait too long before he buries himself nice and deep in your tight pussy. he grips your hips, not that you ever try to run when you're like this. he listens for all your nonsensical little babbles, humming along with "mhm" and "is that right?" he angles his hips to make you squeal and lifts his hands to the back of your kneecaps to get you folded in half so he can rail you even deeper. "my dumb little girl. so good for me even when i've fucked your brain out," he coos while pounding into you.

when you wanna turn your brain off, leon thinks his favorite part of the whole thing is the big, dopey smile that takes over your features. the way you giggle out moans. your limbs bounce around with his movement as you've gone limp. he knows for certain that there's not a thing going on in that head right now. in this moment, he's your whole world. "you havin' fun, pretty girl?" he grunts, and the answer is always "yeah, daddy" followed by laughter.

when you wanna turn your brain off, leon ALWAYS gives you a creampie. he shoots his load as deep as he can, making sure you get that warm, gooey feeling in your belly. he rocks his hips a few more times to get a good look at the messy sight of your connection, the mixture of the two of you that coats the base of his cock. you always whine and kick your legs from the light overstimulation. he hushes you with a kiss on the forehead and promises to clean you up. he just wants to enjoy this a little more. having a fresh supply of cum fucked into you always keeps that pretty little head nice and empty for a few hours.

[corpsekiller]

i saw your halloween headcanon post from earlier and i just had to to drop this here — bakugou dressed up as ghostface from scream. that's it, this is the only thing going through my head😩

girl, you're so real for this. i've already read so many fics with this trope, but katsuki would definitely also dress up as ghostface on halloween. thank you so much for sending this ask, my love <3 i loved writing this dkksjsksla

PAIRING. ghostface!katsuki bakugou x genderneutral!reader

WARNINGS. a lot sexual tension, that's it

MASTERLIST

It's strangely quiet.

Your kitchen is dimly lit, the only source of light are the candles flickering auspiciously on your bedside table and the occasional colorful strobe of your decorations you've placed on your windowsill next to a carved pumpkin and some skeleton figurines you've found in a neat little store a while ago.

You're not sure where Katsuki is — he was supposed to pick you up for the party Mina is throwing at her place, but one glance at the clock steadily ticking on the wall above your bed tells you that he's already fifteen minutes late. It's odd, really, because he's always on time, considers punctuality almost as important as strength and victory during battle and yet, here you are, waiting for him as you stuff candy into your bag in preparation for this evening.

There's a faint memory of him mentioning that he wouldn't dress up, ignoring your pleads to wear matching costumes with a dismissive wave of his hand and a typical frown, muttering something about over my dead body and dressing up is only for kids, dumbass, so it doesn't make much sense to justify his unlike tardiness with the lame excuse of him just struggling with his costume.

"Where's that idiot?" You mutter with an exasperated sigh, gently tugging on the hem of your flimsy costume to readjust the fabric before reaching for your phone to text your boyfriend. Just as you're about to open your chats and type your message, a gloved hand snakes around your waist and pulls you back against someone standing behind you.

For a fleeting moment, your heart skips a beat. Then it begins to pound against your ribs — hectical and painful like a small frightened animal caught in the sharp canines of a predator — and your mouth falls open to cry out for help, but no sound dares to leave your trembling lips.

"Did I scare you?" His voice is low, a rough whisper that reverberates in his chest as he pulls you flush against his body, slowly leaning down until the smooth surface of his mask is pressed against your heated cheeks before he continues to speak. "Thought you'd just get away without giving me something sweet and call it a night, huh?"

Carefully, you turn your head and look up at him — hollow eyes and a distorted mouth locked in a permanent scream glare back at you, though the tension finally leaves your limbs and you sigh in relief, almost burst into laughter at your stupidly terrified reaction to his costume. You really must've watched too many horror movies over the span of the last few weeks if you're unable to recognize your own boyfriend.

Because now that you pay attention to the way he grabs your waist, almost possessive in a certain way, you just know his touch — strong, confident, so unmistakably Katsuki.

You squirm in his grip, meekly attempting to fully turn around to face him, but his grasp on your waist only tightens. A whimper leaves your lips, a quiet sound that causes him to chuckle as his hand trails up to tilt your chin, turning your head so you can look at him again.

"No, I don't think so. You're stayin' right here, got it?" His thumb brushes along your jaw, slow and almost tender. Even with the mask on, you can feel his smirk, can imagine the devilish grin that pulls on the corners of his mouth as he keeps you trapped between the kitchen counter and his body without a chance to escape

Though you're not sure you really want to.

"You like it, don't you?" He drawls, tilting his head to get a better look at you — although you can't see his eyes, his gaze seems to burn on your skin and you can't help the violent blush that tints your cheek in a shade of pink. There's a certain edge to his voice too, taunting and dangerous, almost sadistic if you listen close enough, as if he's enjoying the anticipation etched into the soft furrow of your brows, the sheer power he has over you and your body. "You like that I've got you cornered... nowhere to run?"

Oh, this is just a game for him and you've fallen right into his trap.

"Maybe," you reply, barely above a whisper, though you can't help but smile just a little.

"Maybe, huh?" He murmurs, a soft laugh escaping him as he lets his gloved hand wander from your cheek to your neck, lingering there for just a moment before his fingers slowly close around your throat. He doesn't squeeze, not yet, only lets you feel the weight of his hand, but it's enough to send a shiver down your spine. “Better be sure about it. Because now that I've got my hands on you, I won’t let you go.”

With one smooth motion, he pulls the mask up just enough to reveal his face—- the crimson of his eyes has darkened, pupils blown with something you can only describe as hunger and his lips are pulled into a sinister smile that bares all his teeth. There's a moment of silence, then he pulls you into a bruising kiss that punches the air out of your lungs and causes your knees to buckle under the weight of your body until the only thing that is holding you on your own two feet is none other than your boyfriend.

After what feels like half an eternity, Katsuki pulls away. Your head spins with the lack of oxygen, your legs are shaking and yet you can't help but reach out to dig your fingers into the fabric of his costume, roughly yanking him back for another kiss that leaves you just as breathless as the first one.

“Do you really think I'm done with you yet?" He whispers, voice a low rumble, before slipping the mask back down. "You have no idea what I've planned for you...Happy Halloween, babe."

[ln4bub]

hii i love your five so much omfg i was wondering if you could do 11 and 83 with lando or daniel w a bit of a breeding kink i’ve got major baby fever rn😭🫶

A/N i wasn't planning on writing this one yet, but the dr3 breeding kink was voted for in my last poll and so this one had to be done so i could tag it properly for the anon that requested it <3

DR3 Request

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Lando was always in control; being the deciding voice in what needs to be changed with the McLaren he had to drive week in, week out. So when the MCL-60 wasn't performing, leaving him stranded out in P17 or scraping points in P9, you could see it was starting to get to him. You'd bore the brunt of his frustration, traumatising poor Oscar after every bad result. But it was wearing Lando down, and so when he dragged you back to the hotel after the Canadian GP you were half expecting him to break.

So when his lips greedily meshed with yours you were surprised, you thought for sure this would be the final straw for him. His tongue clashed with yours, tasting the fruity soda you had consumed during the race. The groan he lets out into your mouth makes your body tingle, pulling at the hairs at the nape of his neck. Lando pulls you on top of him, collapsing on the bed you shared. He pulls his lips away from yours with a smack, heavy breaths now filling the space between you.

"I want you to take control tonight."

Your stomach clenches at his words, images of a flushed and desperate Lando writhing underneath you fill your mind. "Are you sure?" You mutter back, brushing that one loose curl from his forehead. His eyes close at your soft touch before fluttering open, glazed over and wide staring at you. "So sure baby, just don't want to think right now." He practically whispers, voice nervous and slightly shaky.

You press your lips to his forehead, leaving a faint glossy sheen behind. He smiles softly up at you, his tongue poking out to wet his lips in nervousness, waiting for your response. "Whatever you need," you tell him, mirroring his own smile. He leans forward to kiss you, lips hovering over your own before he feels a sharp tug in his hair. His mouth stays parted, eyes closing as you brush your lips gently over his own. You feel the way he tries to capture your lips, the barely there brush leaving behind a thin layer of spit to add to your lip-gloss.

Your tongue peaks out, running over his lower lip before capturing it between your teeth and pulling gently. Lando whimpers at the sting, large hands encompassing your face to pull you towards his own. Your lips move in sync with his, practiced and perfected over time. You adjust your position, straddling him as you continue to kiss. He whines at the weight of you against his cock, straining now against his black jeans.

Your soft hands slide underneath his shirt, pushing it up to expose his tanned skin. Lando takes the hint and removes his team merch, throwing it on the floor with a thud. His large hands slide up your back, kissing along your jaw as your nails begin lightly scratching his back. "Take it off, please, wanna see you baby." Lando whispers against your skin, the movement of his lips against your neck making you moan softly. You heed his request, pulling your dress off and leaving you in your matching set. It was Lando's favourite, all black with custom fluoro yellow piping around the edges.

He groans at the sight of you, leaning back into the pillows when you gently shove his chest. Your lips connect with his own once more, sloppily coating them in the last of your lip gloss. Lando chases your lips as you pull away but you simply smirk at him, dipping your head to suck at the apex of his jaw. A loud moan leaves Lando's mouth at the action, his head tilting back to give you more access to his thick neck; access that you happily utilise.

Your lips are everywhere, overwhelming Lando in every sense, nibbling and sucking before swiping your tongue over the fresh marks left behind. Normally you'd avoid giving him hickeys but the next race wasn't until July so they had time to fade, and Lando loved the feeling of you claiming him in this way. His cock was starting to throb in his jeans with each press of your lips against his skin, especially when you migrated further south.

You kissed every inch of his skin, tracing every mole across his chest and stomach with your lips. His body erupted in goosebumps with each touch, squirming underneath you at the teasing. You slide your pinkies underneath the waistband of his jeans before undoing the button and sliding down the zipper. You hear Lando breathe a sigh of relief at the release of pressure, lifting his hips to allow you to slide his jeans down.

You kiss his length of his underwear, feeling it twitch with the first touch of your lips. "Y/N, babe, come here." Lando mutters, pulling at your arm. You hover over his bulge, the heat from between your legs radiating for Lando to feel. "What is it baby?" You ask, looking into Lando's glossy eyes. His pupils are blown wide, lips red and bitten as a consequence of your teasing. "Just want to feel you, is that okay?" He asks, eyes pleading.

"Of course it is Lan, but you're gonna have to beg for it, can you do that for me?" You question, dragging your nails down his chest as he smiles shyly with a nod. You remove your remaining underwear as Lando does the same before hovering over his hard cock, the tip bumping your clit as you position yourself.

"Please baby, need to feel you." Lando mutters as you glide your pussy over his cock, coating him in your wetness. He stutters out a groan at the feeling of your slick covering him, "Oh god, so fucking wet. Please, god please, let me feel you baby." He continues, hands squeezing your hips in an effort not to buck his hips into you. You slide his tip into your pussy, moaning at the stretch. Lando echoes the same moan, cock twitching at the feeling of your warmth.

"Fuck, feels s'good baby, more, please, give me more please, wanna be buried inside you s'bad." Lando hurries out, voice strained with restraint as he tries not to slam himself inside you. You heed his request, slamming yourself down onto his length before riding him at a wild pace, your legs immediately starting to burn.

"Holy shit, oh my god, love you, love being inside you, so good to me, yes baby, don't stop." Streams of praise and whines leave Lando's mouth, his body falling slack at the pleasure rippling over him. Moans spill out of the both of you, the burning pain of your legs adding to your pleasure as his cock hits you at the perfect angle. "Fuck Lan, made for me weren't you baby?" You mutter, hand resting on the side of his flushed face.

He nods with a whine, "Yeah baby, all yours, no-one else's, fuck yes. Use me just like that, my cock's all for you." His mouth drops open in a loud moan of your name, "So close, wanna feel you cum, please cum, need it." He slurs, hairline beginning to stick to his forehead with sweat. Your hand slips down from his face, your other hand joining it to wrap around his thick neck as you continue to fuck yourself on his dick.

His thumb reaches over from where his hand has sat on your hips, rubbing against your clit with every bounce you make. It sends you flying over the edge, your walls clenching around Lando's cock and pulling his own orgasm from him. He releases with a loud groan, your hands tightening around his neck. His cum fills you, beginning to spill out from where you remained connected. You ease the pressure on his neck, collapsing forward on top of him.

You lift yourself on shaky legs, allowing Lando to slip out of you. You crawl up the bed before swinging your legs over Lando's face, his large hands cupping your ass. "Clean up your mess Lan." You tell him and he wastes no time, pulling you against his face as his tongue delves between your folds. He flicks and swirls like a madman, shaking his face in-between your legs, his nose bumping your clit with each movement as he cleans the combination of your cum that spills out. It doesn't take long for you to cum on his tongue, sensitive from your first orgasm.

Lando lifts you off his face, cuddling himself into you but not before kissing you sweetly, allowing you to taste the both of you on his tongue. "Thank you." He mutters, a sentiment repeated at the next race when Lando gets P4, and the next race when Lando gets his first home podium, and the week after when he secures another P2.

Oscar stands next to you in the garage as Lando gives his interviews after the race, "Whatever you did to him in that hotel room after Canada must have worked miracles, are you a witch?" He asks, laughing at the blush that coats your face. "Shut up pastry, unless you're only asking because you want some help getting those podiums too?" You retort. Oscar blushes fiercely, causing you to laugh this time before Lando joins you both, "What's so funny?"

[jelloapocalypse]

Hi! I guess it’s ask time? Just wanted to say I think you’re one of the funniest people on YouTube; I have a playlist called ‘Emergency Funny’ and like half of it is just your videos.

I’m wondering, when you’re cold-reading a line, like in those streams of voice acting a video game while playing it, what are the small details, if any, that you look to to figure out how to read the line? I’m continually amazed how you manage to have near perfect delivery while never having read the line before. Sorry if this is worded confusingly I legit don’t know how to phrase it

This was sent months ago, but it's actually a very good question and talking about this might help people who like to voice games on stream get better at doing that.

For context, this is about our "fully-voiced" game playthroughs where we cold read an entire video game out loud.

One small thing I try to do that helps is pressing the "advance dialogue button" when the person speaking is about 65-70% of the way through their line. That way, if the next line is from the same character the actor has a chance to read it smoothly as though the lines were not separated at all.

If it turns out to be a different actor's line, this gives the new actor more time to skim the words as well as extra time for them to realize they're about to be speaking so they don't get caught off guard.

Doing this is actually kind of hard because every actor we work with reads at a different pace and the person actually playing the game has to keep that in mind. Oz, Vixen, Arim, and I can sight read most lines almost instantly. I've seen Oz and Vixen in particular read entire text boxes that were only onscreen for a couple frames. But, obviously, not everyone is that fast, so everyone gets different "advance the dialogue" speeds.

Ideally, if a game is well-written and the characters you're playing have a strong voice, you'll slowly fade into the character as you read them. You begin to feel the things they're saying rather than just reading words on a page. Once you hit that flow state, it becomes easier to process what they might logically say next. If you notice one of us make 2-3 errors in the span of just a few lines, it means we're probably not in that flow state.

Some games are also much easier to scan than others, usually because of their character poses.

A game like In Stars and Time has such incredible character portraits that you can usually tell the tone of the accompanying line within a few frames of a portrait change.

Loop (above) is an extremely suspicious and weird character, but voicing them was so much fun because I could always rely on the portraits and the font changes in the text to give me direction on how to play them accurately, even though I didn't actually know what their deal was until about halfway through our playthrough.

Coffee Talk also has very strong portraits that react in real time to the lines of dialogue. The framing can push characters smaller or larger in focus depending on how upset or meek they are, so it's very easy to react on sight and adjust accordingly.

Every time a game developer takes the time to painstakingly add portraits that match every single line, every time they add SFX to accentuate certain words, every time a font wiggles to tell you someone is speaking in a sing-songy way, that's all direction that the game's creators are giving you.

Another thing that helps is just media literacy. I think everyone on the channel is pretty good at that because, speaking frankly, I don't like hanging out with people who have bad media literacy, lmao.

The more media you consume, the easier it becomes to know how a story is going to go. Even a really well-written mystery usually has only 3-5 real options for an ending, and while you're reading games aloud it's a good practice to consider all of them equally so your reads make sense no matter what. You'll notice it's pretty rare something takes us entirely by surprise in a read-through.

Also, of note, it's much easier to notice specific foreshadowing and word choice in dialogue when you're reading it aloud as opposed to silently skimming.

A solid example is our fully-voiced playthrough of Trails From Zero, which actually happened on SurpriseRoundRPG a few years back and not my own Twitch or YouTube.

Minor spoilers, but the character above, Ernest, has some antagonistic interactions with your main party over the course of this game. He wants Ellie, the white-haired party member, to quit the police force (that's your group) and go back to working with him in the Mayor's office.

When Arim played this game solo he didn't really think much of this guy. However, when he played the game for us and we read it out loud, having lines like the one pictured above spoken aloud makes it kind of impossible not to notice that this man is a freak. Mo, his VA, ended up playing him as a manosphere incel weirdo because that's the vibe he was putting out, and, lo and behold, that's pretty much exactly the character he turned out to be.

There's a running theme on our channel where commenters are often surprised to see the game "play into our bits" and how we "accidentally predict things".

What's really happening is the reverse.

It's very, very rare that we decide to make up a bit from absolutely nothing. It's not a hard and fast rule, but I find we only make jokes and play up aspects of characters based on things that are already there. Hence that one time in Miles is a Robot when I said something awful and sexual as Ray Shields, Oz groaned, and I said "Hey man, I'll give him a different joke when the game gives me somethin' else to work with!" I didn't choose to make Ray awful and sexual all the time. That's just how he is, so that's the well we pulled bits from.

Because we only extrapolate from existing content and our "silly" versions of the characters onscreen are just exaggerated versions of what's really there, whenever the game gives us more info about them, the new stuff tends to be very in-line with the bits we've already been doing. It's not us being psychic. It's us being consistent!

It also helps that almost all the regulars on my channel have done professional voice work and have been doing some version of this for literally 10+ years. Practice makes perfect!

[kunareads]

i think i like your girlfriend!

satoru x reader x utahime

in which utahime thinks she likes satoru’s girlfriend… and the feeling’s mutual

masterlist

wc: 10.3k (it was 11k originally so)

this is just pining and porn. it’s also the first thing i’ve ever written

content: boyfriend!satoru, best friend!utahime, smut!!! fluff, pining, switch!reader, fingering, oral (f! and m! receiving), threesome, choking, unprotected piv sex

18+ please i block children <3

she took my spot in the bed, the space in your head that i used to

it starts with a laugh. not just any laugh. it's the kind that makes the air feel lighter, a sound that lingers long after the moment has passed. a laugh you've loved for what feels like forever. satoru's laugh, directed at one of utahime's sharp jabs, catches your attention across the training field.

you observe your boyfriend and your friend from your seat under a tree. your students are taking a break from sparring, their chatter blending into the background like gentle white noise. the sun is unrelenting, casting everything in a golden haze. he looks so effortlessly beautiful, but so does she.

it's not something you mean to dwell on. satoru is always laughing, always flirting, always basking in the attention of anyone willing to play along with him. utahime doesn't just play along. she challenges him, meeting his energy with a rare poise that keeps him on his toes. you love their back and forth. you love that he's met his match in her quiet defiance. you've always loved it.

and yet.

there's something about the way she holds herself, how her voice cuts through the air like a blade but never feels harsh. her confidence isn't loud because it doesn't need to be. she's magnetic. that's all it is. she's magnetic, and you're caught in her pull.

but even as you rationalize it, you can't ignore the ache in your chest — a whisper of something you're not ready to name. your gaze lingers on the sharp line of her jaw, the curve of her lips. you wonder what it would be like to get close to her, closer than you've been.

you don't even notice you've been staring until satoru turns his head toward you. you can't see his eyes, but you know him well enough. he looks like he caught you doing something bad (and maybe he did). panic flares in your chest, and you scramble to school your expression into something neutral. he holds your gaze for a moment longer than necessary before sending you a smirk so stupidly him that you want to melt.

he's annoying. and you love him. but even as you roll your eyes and shift your attention back to your students, you feel the weight of utahime's presence pulling you in.

+++

"you're quiet tonight," satoru hums. his voice carries that infuriatingly naughty edge. his arm slips around your waist as he pulls you close, pressing soft kisses to your cheek.

"just tired," you say, your voice barely there. it's not entirely untrue. the weight of your shifting emotions is exhausting.

his lips pause against your temple, and his voice drops to that conspiratorial tone he reserves for you. "it's her, isn't it?"

you tense in his arms, turning just enough to meet his stare. his expression is gentle, curious, not accusatory. you can't hide anything from him.

"you've always liked girls," he continues, his lips curving into a knowing smile. "you've always been awful at hiding it. besides, the two of you have been joined at the hip since high school."

"okay," you admit with a harsh exhale. "maybe. but it's not like i've thought about her that way before. or anyone that way since we've been together."

he laughs, and the sound soothes you. "you know i'd support you, right? whatever happens. just want you to be happy." his fingers trace delicate patterns on your hip. "you should talk to her, if that's what you want."

his words settle over you like a balm, easing the pressure in your chest. he holds you close, his touch steady and familiar, and something shifts. his hand trails upward, fingers ghosting along your ribs.

"let me get you out of your head, baby," he murmurs against your jaw.

before you can ask what he means, he flips you onto your back in one fluid motion. satoru's grin is wicked as he pins your wrists above your head with one hand. his hair falls into his eyes, catching the light filtering through your curtains, and he looks annoyingly perfect.

"you're pretty when you're overthinking," he teases. he leans down to catch your lips in a slow, consuming kiss. the weight of his body against yours makes you feel grounded. satoru has always been your anchor.

but you can't help but push back a little. "you think you're irresistible, don't you?" you ask him, words muffled against his lips.

he pulls back just enough to grin down at you, the devilish glimmer in his eyes making your heart squeeze. "i'm irresistible, but so is she, huh?"

"satoru—" you start, your voice caught between a protest and a plea. he silences you with another kiss, more profound this time.

"say my name like that again," he teases, lips brushing yours. he presses a series of open-mouthed kisses under your jaw.

"you're so full of yourself," you manage.

he smirks when you shiver at his teeth on your skin. "only when you're around to humble me."

he moves away unexpectedly, and you frown. you watch as he props himself against the headboard. you move to straddle him, but he turns you around instead, pulling your back against his chest.

your breath catches when he pushes your hair to the side. his lips find the back of your neck, and one hand wraps around your torso while the other slides up your inner thigh.

he traces slow circles over your panties, grinning against your neck as your hips rise to meet his touch. his free hand presses down on your waist. his name falls from your lips, and his grip tightens. "stay still for me. wanna make you feel good."

you whimper in response, and he lets his hand slip beneath your underwear to find you already desperate for him.

"needed me this bad, baby?" he asks, spreading your slick over your folds. you nod softly, eyes closed. "need an answer." his fingers pause, drawing out a needy whine from you.

"yes, satoru."

he starts to circle your clit torturously slow until you become impatient, arching your back and reaching backward to run your fingers through his hair.

"tell me what you want, princess."

"please put your fingers inside me, 'toru."

"since you asked so nicely," he purrs.

he presses against your entrance a bit, then slides one finger inside you, drawing out a soft moan. "satoru," you whine. and fuck, he thinks that sound would put anyone's favorite song to shame.

"feel good?" he asks, and you nod at him. he curls his finger and starts a rhythm, the wet sounds filling the room as his other hand finds your breast.

"more, please," you breathe.

he chuckles. "anything for you, baby." a second finger joins the first, his thrusts deeper now. his kisses trail your neck as his breathing grows heavy against your ear.

you moan, starting to push back against the hand that's holding your hip down. "it's so good," you tell him, breathless and needy.

he groans, grip tightening enough to bruise. you're dripping, your body is hot to the touch, and you have the prettiest look on your face. he's enamored by you.

"gonna cum for me?" he asks. you already know what he wants.

"please, 'toru, please. wanna cum for you, please—" you're close, trembling as you fight to stay still for him.

"do it, baby. cum for me."

you break with a sob, hips fighting against his grip as bliss overwhelms you, his name falling from your lips repeatedly while he kisses the side of your face. he doesn't stop, not through your orgasm, not even as you collapse against him, panting and whining.

only when you're spent does he withdraw his fingers, bringing them to your lips. "open, princess," he commands softly, watching you.

you do as you're told. he pushes his fingers past your lips, sighing contentedly as you clean them up for him.

"you're so fucking sexy," he whispers with a small laugh, kissing your shoulder. the smile you flash around his fingers makes him wish he could take a picture.

he guides you onto your back, finding your lips again with gentle kisses. you wrap your arms around his neck to keep him close.

he can't help but marvel at how flawless you are, how blessed he feels. he knows you feel guilty, but he can't find it in himself to be jealous, not when it's utahime.

truthfully, he might have seen this coming before you did. you three, with yuki, have been inseparable since your teenage years, finding your way in the jujutsu world together.

you and utahime are different, of course. you're loud and reckless where she's reserved. but something about her complexity reminds him of you. he holds you to his chest and hums contentedly.

"thank you," you breathe, and he grins, meeting your eyes.

"what for, baby?"

"for understanding. i was worried you wouldn't, and i—" he cuts you off with a quick kiss.

"you're thinking too much again."

you pout. "i know. can't help it."

"well, try," he smirks, getting up. you feel your eyelids getting heavy, and you're nearly asleep when he returns with a warm washcloth. he gently cleans between your thighs, and you feel shy despite this having been routine for the two of you for years.

"you've been overthinking all day," he says quietly, brushing hair from your face. "you don't have to do this alone."

"huh?"

"i can help you tell her," he offers, knowing you want to handle it yourself but unable to stop himself from trying to support you.

you blush. "you're ridiculous," you mumble, but it's as close to agreement as he'll get.

as you fall asleep, satoru's warmth makes you brave. your thoughts of utahime still make you shiver, but it's not just nerves anymore. satoru kisses your temple as he holds you closer. "get some sleep, baby."

i'm not gonna pretend, think i like your girlfriend

it's sunday afternoon, nearly a week later, and you feel somewhat back to normal. your shared apartment with satoru is alive with chatter, the kind of easy atmosphere that feels like a reward after a week of missions, teaching, and everything in between. satoru is in his element, weaving stories with dramatic gestures, his laughter infectious.

choso sits cross-legged on the floor, drink in hand and watching the antics with a faint smirk. nanami is at the dining table, flipping through mission reports with the occasional eye roll. yuki lounges on the floor by the coffee table, scrolling through her phone with the casual disinterest you've come to associate with her over the years.

utahime is perched on the armrest with her usual pointed expression. every so often, she cuts through satoru's theatrics with a well-timed quip, her wit landing effortlessly. maybe you're tired, or you've had too much to drink, but you find yourself drawn to her. again. the shape of her lips when she puts on her little smirk, or how she sees right through satoru's antics. and yours. when she catches you looking, her lips curve into a knowing smile. your pulse quickens and your laugh falters mid-sound.

"what's so funny?" utahime asks with a raised brow. her tone is light, but the way she's looking at you roots you in place.

"you're more entertaining than him," you blurt out before you can stop yourself. your voice carries the casual tone you were going for, but the heat rising to your cheeks betrays you.

satoru pouts dramatically, clapping a hand to his chest. "you wound me, princess," he complains with a wild grin, "here i thought i was the star of the evening."

utahime's smile widens, her gaze flicking to him before settling back on you. "maybe next time, gojo."

choso's chuckle draws your attention. you notice his eyes moving between the three of you, assessing quietly. nanami and yuki, absorbed in their activities, seem blissfully unaware of the tension.

you excuse yourself to the kitchen, the need for air pushing you to your feet. the clink of bottles fills the silence as you open the fridge, and you're grateful for a moment alone, but the sound of footsteps pulls your focus. you turn to find utahime leaning against the doorway. the space suddenly feels smaller.

"are we still on for friday night? yuki just confirmed," she asks, her voice softer now, the sharpness from earlier melting into something gentler.

"yeah, it's on my calendar," you reply, carefully setting some beer bottles on the counter. "satoru's dropping me off."

utahime steps closer, reaching behind you for a bottle. her fingers brush against your arm, the touch sending sparks through you. your breath hitches before you can stop it, and you don't know if you want her to back up or come closer.

"girls' night tradition stays sacred," she says. "wine and bad movies. don't forget your pajamas."

you manage a smile, though your voice shakes slightly. "i'll bring my best ones."

her smile lingers, her eyes locking onto yours for a moment that feels too long and not long enough. "good," she says. "wouldn't expect anything less."

when you both return to the living room, satoru is already looking in your direction, that grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. you sit beside him and he pulls you closer, pressing a kiss to your temple.

"did i miss anything?" he questions, voice low and teasing. his tone is light, but he looks briefly at utahime, the smile he wears too knowing for your liking.

"don't start," you reply, rolling your eyes with a smile, but he sees through your feigned exasperation.

his laugh sends a pleasant shiver down your spine. he leans closer, lips ghosting against your ear. "for the record," he whispers, "you're the most entertaining one here."

utahime's expression is unreadable, save for the slight upward twitch on her lips. she's so pretty it makes your head hurt.

it's crazy, she just called me baby, i don't know how this ends

it's friday evening, and you're standing outside utahime's apartment with a bottle of wine in hand, wearing your favorite pajama bottoms and a long-sleeved top under your coat. satoru had dropped you off on his way to meet suguru and choso at a bar, looking ridiculously attractive as he teased you.

utahime opens the door almost immediately, her hair loose around her shoulders and a soft sweater hanging off one shoulder. she looks cozy in a way that makes your heart stutter.

"you're early," she smiles, stepping aside to let you in. her apartment smells like lavender, the same way it always has. "yuki bailed," she adds, shutting the door behind you. "it'll just be us tonight."

your stomach flips, but you can't tell if it's nerves or excitement. "that's fine," you shrug, setting the wine on the counter and pulling off your coat. "more for us."

utahime laughs, grabbing two glasses and filling them. "exactly."

most of the evening feels normal, and you almost forget what you've been so worried about. you sit on the couch with a cheesy movie playing in the background, sipping wine and laughing at the absurdity of it all.

the warmth of the alcohol helps you relax, but after some time, it also enhances your observations. the way her fingers curl around her glass, the delicate curve of her collarbone where her sweater slips slightly. you hadn't expected to feel this way about anyone after you started dating satoru. still, something about her draws you in just as much.

at some point, utahime gets up to grab another bottle of wine, leaving the room briefly. she sits closer to you when she returns, her knee brushing against yours. it's the slightest touch, but the air suddenly feels heavy, charged with something unspoken. you're hyper-aware of the lack of space between you.

"you're quiet tonight," utahime says, her voice gentle but probing.

"just tired," you say automatically, though the words sound hollow.

"is that all?" she presses, tilting her head. her hair falls over one shoulder, and your fingers twitch with the urge to reach out. you think she may as well have the six eyes with the way she sees right through you.

you swallow hard, building up your courage. "no," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. "not really."

utahime doesn't say anything at first. she shifts, picking her legs up and sitting on her calves to face you fully. her hand rests lightly on your arm, her touch warm. "you can tell me," she says softly. the words hang in the air, heavy with implication. your heart pounds, and you're sure she can hear it. "i…" you start, but the rest of the sentence doesn't come. instead, you meet her gaze, and something about how she's looking at you makes you move before you can second-guess it.

you lean in, and your lips meet hers in a soft, tentative kiss, testing the waters. you pull back almost immediately, your cheeks warm as you search her face. "was that okay?" you ask, struggling to find your voice.

her eyes soften, and her lips curve into a playful smile. "more than okay," she hums. her hand slides up to cup your cheek, and before you can fully process her words, she leans in and kisses you again. it's more deliberate this time. there's no hesitation. your hands slide into her hair, your lips parting as her tongue brushes against yours. she tastes like wine and everything you haven't let yourself admit wanting.

the kiss grows more heated, the tension between you breaking like a tidal wave. utahime shifts again, this time straddling your lap. her arms wrap around your neck, coming in close, and you lose yourself in the feeling.

her fingers thread through your hair, sighing when your hands find her waist. it feels like something out of a dream, and you half expect to wake up at any moment. but her weight in your lap, the heat of her mouth against yours, is all too real.

her eyes are dark with desire when she pulls back, her lips swollen and wet. the sight makes your heart skip a beat.

you lean in again, unable to resist her pull. you kiss her slowly and deeply, and you can feel her smile against your lips. it drives you crazy. she shivers when your hand slips under her sweater. you're breathing heavier now, and she lets out a sweet whine.

you can feel the heat rising between your bodies, and you get an abrupt thought about where this might lead. the thought thrills and terrifies you. you pull away slightly, and she places her forehead against yours, uneven breaths fanning against your face. utahime looks at you, a question in her eyes. "what about gojo?"

your stomach clenches at the thought of him. he prompted you to explore this, but you can't quell the doubt that burns in your stomach. what if he regrets his choice? you hesitate. you could walk away now and go back to pretending this never happened, but when she looks at you like that, you know there's no going back.

"we talked about it," you say, sounding more sure than you feel. "he encouraged this."

utahime's lips curve into a smile that's both understanding and wicked. "been thinking about this for a while?" she teases. you want to hide your face from her.

without warning, she closes the distance between you again, kissing you more desperately now. her hands slip under your shirt, tugging it up and off.

you dip your head into the crook of her neck, sucking lightly on the soft skin there. she smells so good. a soft moan escapes her lips and you wonder why you didn't do this before.

utahime pulls back and takes off her sweater. the sight of her bare skin makes your heart race. she's perfect and inviting and she's all you can focus on.

you're trailing kisses down the front of her throat, past her collarbones, down between her breasts. you're lost in each other, the world around you forgotten. the only thing that matters is the heat between you, the way she feels in your arms, the pretty sounds she's making just for you.

she swerves her hips, grinding down against you. the friction is enough to make you groan. her hand trails down your stomach, fingers dipping into the waistband of your pants. "can we take these off?" she questions, sounding desperate.

you smile at her, savoring this, when you hear your phone buzz on the coffee table.

you glance over and see satoru's face on your screen. "don't answer," utahime pleads, pressing her lips to your neck.

you groan, leaning into her touch. "he's probably on his way to pick me up," you say.

"two minutes," she pleads, her eyes full of mischief. "not done yet."

"two minutes," you agree, your resolve crumbling. you have the brief thought that you were doomed the moment you walked in here.

utahime smirks, her eyes sparkling in the dim light. she leans in, her breath hot against your ear.

"make them count," she murmurs, and your stomach flips. the mischief in her voice reminds you of satoru. it's strange and sexy and you love it.

"i intend to," you say, and then she's kissing you again, her lips hot and demanding. your hands slide down her body, resting on her hips as she grinds into you.

you want her so bad. she kisses like a hurricane, and you're caught in the eye of the storm. her fingers find your hair, and the world narrows to her, her, her.

you're lost in her, in the feel of her skin under your fingertips. and then, all too soon, the buzzing of your phone snaps you out of it. utahime groans, pressing her forehead to yours. "i hate that thing," she mutters, and you laugh softly.

"it's okay," you soothe. "we can pick this up another time."

"i'm gonna hold you to that," she says, and the look in her eyes sends a thrill through you.

you grab your phone and answer, with utahime still on top of you, resting on your shoulder.

"hello?" you say, your voice a little hoarse.

"hey, baby," satoru says, sounding a bit tipsier than he did when he dropped you off. "ready to go?"

"um…" you glance at the beautiful woman in your arms. "yes?"

there's a pause, and that bubbly laughter you love fills the line. "oh my god," he says, sounding like he's been holding it in. "did i interrupt something?"

you blush, smiling at the ceiling and thankful he can't see you. "i don't know what you're talking about."

"uh-huh," he says, unconvinced. "i'll be there in five."

the call ends, and you let out a sigh. it's quiet until you ask, "was that too much?"

utahime smiles at you like you're the sun, and your stomach does a somersault. "no," she says. "that was perfect."

you let out a relieved breath. "good," you say. "i'm glad."

the silence settles over you again, and it's different this time. less tense. you move to get dressed and finish your wine. not long after, you hear satoru honking outside.

"come on," utahime says, grabbing her jacket and keys. "i'll walk you out."

the cold hits you when she opens the building door, and you shiver. you give satoru a little wave from the doorway, but utahime grabs your arm to get your attention. she pulls you into one last kiss, lingering before stepping back. when you both pull back, she looks right at him.

you turn to see satoru looking smug. he gives her a wave and a wink, and she doesn't hesitate to flip him off.

she wants to go slow in your camaro

you climb into the passenger seat, and satoru doesn't waste a second. "sooo," he says, his voice teasing. "how was girls' night?"

your face flushes, and you try not to let him see. "fine," you say, playing innocent.

"uh-huh," he says, not buying it for a second. "tell me everything."

you roll your eyes, but there's no malice behind it. "fine," you concede. you lean back against the seat. "but no interruptions."

"you have my word," he says eagerly.

you take a deep breath and dive in as he drives, telling him everything. and when you're done, he's silent for a moment. then, without warning, he pulls over and throws the car in park.

"what are you doing?" you ask, confused.

he turns to look at you, and something in his face takes your breath away. "i'm really proud of you," he says, his voice mild.

you feel the warmth extending through you at his words. it takes a moment to find your voice. "thanks," you say quietly. you swallow the lump in your throat, squeezing his hand. "i love you," you say, the words feeling heavy with meaning.

"i love you too, beautiful," he says, his smile inviting. he leans over and kisses you slowly. he pulls back and is looking at you with so much love that it sends a shiver up your spine. you're already needy from your schoolgirl make-out session with utahime, and he's not helping.

"satoru," you whine.

"yeah, baby?" he asks, grinning.

"need you."

"i'm all yours." before you can process his words, he's unbuckling his seatbelt and leaning over the center console. his lips are on yours in an instant, hungry and demanding.

he unbuckles you, and his hand slips under your shirt. you arch into his touch and let a soft moan escape you. he kisses you like a man possessed, grunting softly and biting down on your bottom lip.

your breath hitches when his fingers brush against the underside of your breast. he smirks, his touch becoming more intentional. his thumb grazes your nipple and you gasp, arching into his touch.

he breaks the kiss, his breath hot against your ear. "there she is," he whispers. "let me hear those pretty noises."

you've never been able to resist him, much less in your current state. his lips trail down your neck, teeth nipping at your skin. you grip his shoulders and maneuver yourself to straddle his lap in the driver's seat. his touch is everywhere, lighting up every nerve in your body.

you feel him growing hard against your center, and it's maddening. you grind down hard against him, earning a low groan from him.

"fuck, baby," he breathes, his hands gripping your hips. "so eager for me."

you moan, your fingers tangling in his hair. you rock your hips against him, chasing the delicious friction.

he captures you in another searing kiss, his hand sliding between your bodies and rubbing slow circles against your clit, making your hips buck.

"you ruined your pretty panties, baby," he purrs, his voice low and amused. the fact that you're this wet and it's not just his doing this time turns him on.

"want you so bad, 'toru," you whine, desperate for him now.

he slips his hand inside and pushes two fingers inside you, curling them as he pumps in and out.

"so fucking messy," he huffs, his eyes fixed on yours. he feels you clenching around his fingers. "so nasty. "

you whimper as he pulls his fingers out too soon and sucks them clean, his gaze never leaving yours.

"taste so good," he mumbles, his hands returning to your hips. he pulls you closer, his cock straining against his pants. "gonna let me fuck you, princess?"

but you're already pressing the button to move the seat backward and make room for yourself. "need to taste you first," you say, sinking between his legs.

your hands fumble with his belt. you're both a little desperate now, and his usual finesse is nowhere to be found. he helps you pull down his pants, freeing his cock.

"fuck, princess," he breathes, watching as you press kisses to the head. "always so pretty for me like this."

you swirl your tongue around the head, earning a groan from him. you sink your mouth on his cock, taking him inch by inch. "shit," he hisses, his hips jerking. "feels so good."

you work your way up and down his shaft, savoring the taste of him. his cock pulses in your mouth, and when you look up at him, his eyes are dark with desire.

"you're so perfect," he strains, his grip on the console tightening, knuckles going white.

you suck harder, bobbing your head faster. you can tell he's trying to hold back, but the way his jaw is clenched makes you think he's about to bust down your throat.

"c'mere."

you pull off of him with one last teasing lick. you climb back onto his lap and sink onto him. the stretch of him is addictive, and you can't help the airy moan that escapes your lips.

"look at you," he coos, his hands resting on your hips. "you take me so well, sweetheart."

you rock your hips, his dick buried deep inside you. you feel so full, and the friction is heavenly. "love fucking you like this," he groans, his voice rough. "love watching you ride me."

he studies you intently, loving your faces and the moans that escape you.

"so beautiful," he coos, thrusting his hips to meet yours. "my perfect girl."

you whine, grinding faster. you slide both your hands across the back of his head, one removing his blindfold and the other tugging his hair lightly.

"fuck," he groans, his fingers digging into your hips. "do that again."

you pull his hair harder, earning a growl from him. he snaps his hips, driving his cock deeper, making you cry out.

you put two fingers in his mouth. the only thought in your head is that he looks so pretty like this. "suck," you order.

he looks up at you, his eyes clouded with lust. he has this lovestruck smile on his face, and you think he looks so fucking sexy with his head tilted back where you're pulling his hair and your fingers between his lips.

he swirls his tongue around your fingers, sucking and licking greedily. you watch, transfixed, as his eyes flutter closed. you feel the vibration of his groan as you push your fingers deeper.

"fuck, 'toru," you whimper, your eyes fixed on his face. "you like that?" he moans around your fingers, eyebrows furrowing, eyes closed, and hips bucking involuntarily. you want him to see what he's doing to you.

"fucking look at me," you breathe, your voice hoarse. his eyes fly open, his gaze locking with yours.

"so pretty like this," you murmur, watching as he writhes beneath you. his eyes are glassy, his cheeks flushed. you rock your hips against him, and he gasps, his tightening grip sure to leave you sore.

"that's it, baby," you encourage, pulling your fingers out of his mouth. "take what you need."

he holds you up slightly and thrusts his hips, hitting that sweet spot deep inside you over and over. you moan loudly, your eyes fluttering closed.

"feels so good, baby," he moans, his breath hot against your ear. "so fucking wet for me."

he reaches up and places one hand around your waist, the other on the back of your neck. he brings you even closer, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. you moan into his mouth, your hands gripping his shoulders. he pulls back to look at you with those devastatingly beautiful eyes.

"i wanna make you cum," he purrs. "can you do that for me, sweetheart?"

your hips jerk, a low whine escaping your lips. you feel yourself teetering on the edge, your orgasm building with every thrust of his hips.

"yes," you breathe, putting your head on his shoulder and grinding down on him again. "oh god, yes."

"there we go," he coos, kissing your forehead and cradling you. "cum for me, baby."

you cry out, your body trembling. he lets you ride it out, singing praises in your ear. when your legs grow weak, his hands slide to your ass to hold you steady. sucking light marks into your neck, he begins to thrust up into you again, drawing out your orgasm.

"love you, 'toru," you whimper, arms wrapped around him now.

he whines, his movements growing erratic. "i love you, i love you," he sighs. his cock twitches inside you, his rhythm stuttering. he buries his face in the crook of your neck, letting out a loud moan as his orgasm rushes through him and into you.

he relaxes after a few moments, leaning back against the seat and taking you with him. his arms stay locked around you, grip almost possessive.

once he feels your breathing regulate against him, he lets out a little giggle, kissing the top of your head. "fuck, baby," he mumbles, a content smile spreading across his face.

you hum in response, burying your face in his neck. it takes a minute for your brain to start functioning correctly again.

"we're parked on the side of the road," you complain, reluctant to move. it's a secluded area, and the windows are deeply tinted, but still.

"let's go home," he concedes, running a hand through your hair.

you sit up and kiss him, adoration clouding your mind. he smiles into you. his eyes are full of adoration when you pull away, and your heart skips a beat.

you move off him and he hands you the roll of paper towels he keeps in his car (for this purpose, you started to suspect early in your relationship, though he never admitted it).

he puts the car in drive and pulls off once you're both ready, immediately reaching to hold your hand and rubbing circles onto it with his thumb.

our girlfriend's got a hell of a stare

the sunday night air in your shared apartment is warm and familiar. everyone else has already filtered out, leaving you, satoru, and utahime.

satoru lounges on the couch, one arm draped over the armrest, his body occupying the entire length. utahime sits cross-legged in the armchair opposite him, holding a glass of wine and studying a stack of paperwork. "so, utahime," he drawls, his voice dripping with mischief, "how was girls' night? i hear it was… eventful."

utahime's lips twitch into a smirk as she raises a brow at you. "eventful? did she tell you that?"

you shoot him a glare from your spot on the floor. "subtle," you mutter, sipping your wine to buy yourself time. but satoru's gaze doesn't waver, and utahime's eyes stay fixed on yours.

satoru laughs, not a care in the world. "she might have mentioned a thing or two," he says, sitting up to rest his elbows on his knees.

"satoru," you warn, but utahime only hums, a smile tugging at her lips. she leans back in her seat, her posture relaxed, eyes locked on yours. the room's energy shifts, and you think you may be out of your depth here.

your heart stutters under the weight of her gaze. "you know," satoru begins, drawing out the words, "if we're all going to dance around this, it's going to get boring fast."

"and what are we dancing around, exactly?" she retorts. you love their back and forth, but this is making you restless.

satoru sits up and fixes his eyes on utahime, challenging her. "you and my girlfriend have been looking at each other like a pair of love-struck teenagers all day."

you groan, covering your face with your hands. "oh my god, satoru."

utahime chuckles, and you know she's not about to back down. she holds his gaze, unflinching. she leans back in her chair, the movement slow and deliberate. "he's not wrong," she says simply.

satoru smirks, pleased with himself. his eyes meet yours, and there's pride there. you roll your eyes, unable to fight the smile that creeps onto your face.

"honesty is a good look on you both," he comments.

utahime's suddenly in front of you on the floor, close enough that you can see the light flush coloring her cheeks. she reaches out, her fingers brushing yours, and the simple contact sends a spark through you. her eyes are intense, and she leans in, her lips ghosting over yours. "can i kiss you?" she asks, sounding calm.

you nod, your throat too tight to speak. she cups your cheek, grounding you, and leans in. the kiss is tentative, but the world seems to fall away when your lips meet. you want to lose yourself in her, the taste of wine on her lips, the way her fingers tangle in your hair. she tastes and smells exactly how she did a couple of days ago.

the kiss is gentle, but the desire in the room is palpable. the anticipation has been building since the moment utahime walked in the door. and now, with satoru's gaze burning into you, you feel more exposed than ever.

her lips are flushed and swollen when you pull back slightly. and satoru, the little shit, grins and sips his wine like he's enjoying a show.

"what about him?" utahime whispers, peeking over your shoulder.

you turn to look at satoru, who's watching the two of you with an expression that's equal parts amused and aroused. "what about me?" he asks. "you're doing great."

utahime huffs a soft chuckle, her attention shifting back to you. "your boyfriend is insufferable," she tells you.

you bite back a smile. the situation is absurd, yet you still find yourself drawn to her like a moth to a flame.

you lean in, closing the distance again. the kiss is ardent this time. you pull her on top of you, leaning back against the couch. you're reminded of the other night in her apartment when she straddles you.

utahime deepens the kiss, her hands roaming over your body. her touch is electric, lighting up every nerve ending. she trails kisses down your neck, and her hands find their way under your shirt, fingertips ghosting over your skin. you gasp, arching into her touch. satoru lets out a low whistle, the sound making you shiver. the idea of him watching you two makes you dizzy with want.

you reach for the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head. you find the bare skin of her waist and lower back with your hands. her lips return to yours, the kiss insistent now.

satoru sighs, his eyes full of desire. "such a pretty picture."

utahime's lips curve into a sinful smile, trailing her tongue along your jawline. "i bet he loves watching," she whispers so that only you can hear. the heat of her voice in your ear makes you keen.

you cup her face with a gentle hand and press your mouth to the side of her neck, kissing her the way you know she likes. you press your lips down her neck, across her collarbone, and down her chest. her breathing is heavy, her sounds becoming needier. you pause at the swell of her breast, glancing up at her.

"keep going," she says, her voice breathy. you shift your weight to lay her back, and satoru, helpful as ever, places a pillow on the ground right before her head can land. you pause to glance at him, and his face is flushed, his eyes dark with desire, but he resumes his place on the couch.

you turn back to utahime, kissing and licking and sucking down her stomach. you can't help but take your time, savoring the feeling of her skin beneath your lips.

when you reach the waistband of her pants, she lifts her hips, allowing you to slide them down her legs. you leave her underwear on, teasing her by kissing the skin just above the band. she lets out a slight whine, her hands gripping the pillow.

"more," she breathes, her hips bucking. you comply, slipping a finger underneath the fabric and tugging it down.

your heart is pounding, and the air is thick with anticipation. the sight of her spread out in front of you is hot. you kiss her inner thigh, and the skin is warm and soft. she inhales sharply.

you look up, and she looks ruined, her eyes dark and her lids heavy. she's watching you with bated breath and swollen lips.

you lean down, pressing a soft kiss to her center. she gasps, her hips bucking. you swirl your tongue, earning a moan from her. the sound sends a shiver through you, and you continue to lap and suck at her.

you reach up and tease a nipple between your fingers, making her arch into the touch. you can't help but think that you just want to give her what she wants. you move a hand down and let your fingers slide between her folds. she lets out another strangled moan, her hips rocking.

you hear a low groan from the couch and glance over to see satoru with a hand in his pants, his eyes fixed on the two of you. he gives you a wink and a debauched grin, his tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip.

you turn back to utahime, pushing a finger into her slowly. she gasps, head thrown back, hands fisting the pillow. "so beautiful," you breathe out.

"more, please, fuck," she pants, her voice strained. you comply, adding another finger and picking up the pace. she lets out a long moan, her hips bucking against your hand. you're lost in her. you lean down, licking and sucking at her clit. you can't get enough.

you let out a groan and focus on keeping your movements steady. her hips jerk against your mouth. "so good, fuck, so good," she chants.

"fuck, princess," you hear satoru breathe from the couch, his voice thick with desire. the sound makes you clench around nothing. "so fucking sexy," he murmurs, his fingers wrapped tight around his cock.

you curl your fingers, hitting the spot that makes her writhe beneath you. her moans are loud and unrestrained, and the sounds she's making are enough to drive you wild. you look up, locking eyes with utahime, mouth still on her. her eyes are glazed, her lips are parted.

you love the way her walls flex around your fingers. she's close. you lick and suck at her clit, picking up the pace of your fingers a bit. it's all you can do to hold on as she fucks your face and squeezes your head between her thighs.

"yes, yes, yes," she cries, her voice breaking. her entire body trembles and the sound of her coming apart is nearly enough to send you over the edge. her body convulses as you moan into her, her orgasm slamming through her.

"oh god, oh god, oh fuck," she chants, her grip on your head tightening. you pull your fingers away, squeezing her thighs reassuringly and giving her soft licks over her clit and hole.

after a moment, her grip relaxes, her body going slack. you press one last kiss to her clit before moving up to place a small kiss on her lips. she whines when she tastes herself on you.

satoru is sitting up now, his hand still wrapped around himself, watching intently. utahime turns to look at him, her eyes hazed with lust. she gives him her most mischievous grin before turning back to you. she reaches out and kisses you again, slow, sensual, and wet. satoru lets out a wistful sigh. you pull away from the kiss and look up at him. he looks like he's ready to burst.

"can you stop touching yourself for me, 'toru?" you ask innocently. he swallows hard, his hand slowing. "anything for you, princess," he rasps, his voice strained.

you watch him adjust himself as you stand and move over to him. you lean down over the armrest and put your fingers in his mouth, the same ones you just fucked utahime with. his eyes flutter closed and he whimpers quietly, his tongue swirling around your fingers.

"look at him," you request, facing utahime. she's sprawled on the floor, but her eyes are locked on the two of you. "he's so good for me," you say, pleased. you remove your fingers and kiss his lips softly. he whines, his fingers digging into the couch. you can see his dick jump under his boxers.

"fuck," he breathes, his voice desperate. "i need—"

you smile, tracing fingers down his hard chest. "i know what you need, baby," you tell him. "let's go to bed."

satoru nods, his breathing labored. you help utahime off the floor, leading her to your bedroom, satoru following. she makes herself comfortable on your side of the bed. you hope it smells like her later. satoru grabs the hem of his shirt and tugs it off. "so eager," utahime comments, amused.

he flashes her a grin, his eyes glowing. "you have no idea."

he leans down, holding your face and capturing your lips in a searing kiss. you pull away, looking up at him. his face is flushed, his eyes full of desire.

"on the bed," you tell him, a thrill going through you at the sound of your own voice. satoru wastes no time, laying himself out on the empty side of your bed.

you turn back to satoru and crawl onto the bed. his eyes follow your every movement, his hands reaching for you. you lean down, kissing him deeply.

"are you gonna be good for me, baby?" you ask, pulling away and looking down at him. he nods with wide eyes. "use your words," you demand, pushing his hair away from his eyes.

"yes," he keens, his voice shaky.

you smile, trailing a hand over his biceps, his chest, his abs. "what do you want, satoru?"

he lets out a groan, his hips bucking. "want your mouth," he breathes. you smirk, leaning down to kiss his neck. "where?"

"my cock," he chokes out, his eyes fluttering closed.

you smile at him, moving lower. you tease the waistband of his boxers and he groans, lifting his hips.

you pull them down, taking a moment to appreciate the sight before you. he's so gorgeous, and his cock is straining against his stomach, the tip leaking.

"fuck," utahime blurts, her eyes roaming over his body.

you run your fingers over his length, a thrill going through you. he moans, his hips rocking. you wrap your hand around his cock, giving it a few strokes. he's always so sensitive for you.

you lean down and press a kiss to his tip. a strangled moan escapes him when you swirl your tongue to clean up the precum you find there.

his hands find their way into your hair as you sink your mouth onto him. he's moaning and panting, his hips rocking against your mouth.

the sounds he's making are vulgar. you love the weight of his dick in your mouth. you hollow your cheeks, taking him deeper.

"yes, fuck, yes," he moans, his grip on your hair tightening. he's thrusting his hips now, the sensation overwhelming.

you pull away with ragged breaths. "not yet," you tell him, kissing the tip of his cock. he whines, his hips bucking.

utahime sits up, leaning closer to watch. "she's such a tease," she says, sounding delighted at his struggle.

satoru chuckles, his breathing labored. "tell me about it."

you giggle, kissing the side of his cock. "be patient, baby."

"please, princess," he breathes.

"you're so good for me, 'toru," you praise, licking a stripe up his length. he shudders.

you wrap your hand around the base of his cock, licking and sucking up the sides. he moans, his back arching.

the sight of him is breathtaking.

satoru looks at you, his eyes full of want. "need to cum, fuck," he chokes out.

"what's the magic word, baby?" you ask smoothly, pressing a kiss to his tip again.

"please, please," he sighs, his voice rough.

you smile, taking him back into your mouth. you relax your throat and bob your head for him, and he thrusts his hips. "yes, yes, yes," he moans, his voice breaking. "gonna cum," he warns, his eyes closing.

he's moaning and panting, hips bucking. "gonna cum, fuck, gonna cum," he chokes out.

he thrusts, hands gripping the sheets. "fuck, fuck, fuck," he groans. his entire body goes tense, and his hips jerk erratically. he lets out a series of loud moans, sending his orgasm down your throat in spurts. you swallow, his cum hot on your tongue.

you pull away, panting. satoru looks wrecked, his hair mussed, his face flushed. his breathing is heavy, his eyes closed, and his head thrown back against the headboard. you sit up, eyes on him. "so beautiful," you remark, reaching out and running a hand through his hair. he leans into the touch, a lazy smile tugging at his lips when you kiss him.

utahime shifts on the bed, and you look over at her. her gaze is hungry, her lips parted. she moves closer when you sit back. she begins kissing down your jaw. you tilt your head back for her when she starts roaming her hands over your body. "so pretty," she praises, her hand reaching to cup your breast. a thumb brushes over your bottom lip, and you can't help but lean into the touch.

"touch me," you murmur, the words escaping before you can stop them.

she smiles at you. "i can do that," she says. she reaches down, her fingers ghosting over where you need her. you whine for her. she leans in and kisses you.

you wrap your arms around her and pull her flush against you. you can't get enough. you moan into the kiss before breaking it, tugging your shirt over your head. she moves her attention to your neck and you can't help but let out a soft moan, tilting your head back. her teeth graze the skin of your throat, sending heat to your core.

she moves lower, lips tracing a line down your chest. she pauses to look up at you with a mischievous smile. tugging your shorts and underwear down in one swift motion, her eyes roam over your body. "god, you're gorgeous," she breathes, leaning in and sucking on your bottom lip.

you tangle a hand into her hair. a hand finds its way back between your legs, her fingers teasing at your entrance. you let out a whine. she smirks, slipping a finger inside. "so wet," she notes, curling her finger.

"please," you whisper, your voice hoarse.

she adds another finger, her movements unhurried. "so impatient," she replies, her breath searing against your ear. your grip on her hair tightens, and she moans softly.

"fuck, 'hime," you gasp, your hips bucking as she thrusts. the heel of her palm brushes against your clit, sending a jolt through you. her lips move down your neck again, her teeth grazing your skin.

utahime pulls her hand back, making you pout. she throws one leg over yours, and the sensation of her slick against your cunt makes you wanna cry. when she starts grinding, the friction makes you gasp. "oh my god," you whimper, your head falling back.

satoru smiles at you, and you look at him. "so beautiful," you hear, but you don't think he even knows he said it out loud.

"look at me," utahime demands, catching your face and turning it in her direction.

you lift your gaze and lock eyes with her. her expression is full of lust. you move your hands to her hips, pushing and pulling just to keep feeling the glide of her slick cunt against yours.

she lets out a loud moan, head falling back and hands cupping her breasts as you continue to grind her against yourself, increasing your pace. you think you'll get addicted to this, to her, if you're not careful. utahime whines needily, her body trembling on you. "don't stop," she mewls, her hips moving in time with yours.

the scene is filthy. satoru is panting, his eyes fixed on the two of you. his cock is half-hard, his eyes filled with lust. he's sitting closer to you now, studying your movements but not touching.

utahime's moans grow louder, her movements more erratic. "don't stop, don't stop, please don't stop," she chants, her hips rocking.

your heart is racing, your body tensing. "so close," you sigh, your voice ragged.

she leans forward, capturing your lips in a messy kiss. you moan into her mouth, your hips rocking. "so fucking close," she gasps, her voice thick with desire.

"come for me, 'hime," you plead into her mouth.

she lets out a piercing moan, her body going taut. her entire frame shudders, and her eyes squeeze shut. her orgasm crashes over her, and you can feel the way her cunt flutters over yours.

you're right there with her, your orgasm taking you. you moan and grind your hips against her, your head falling back. utahime lets out a whimper as she collapses onto you.

satoru's eyes are wide, his breathing heavy.

utahime rolls over onto the bed next to you after a moment, her chest heaving. "fuck," she exhales, her face flushed.

you nod, your breathing labored. the room is quiet, the only sound the rustle of sheets. satoru hands you a bottle of water, which you accept gratefully. you share with utahime, who's still trying to catch her breath.

you take a moment to admire her, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her face flushed. she looks gorgeous, and you'd like to remember this. she catches you staring, a smirk tugging at her lips. "see something you like?"

you nod, smiling back. you take some time to catch your breath, and then satoru leans in, placing a kiss on your forehead.

"you trust me?" he asks you quietly, his voice husky. you nod curiously, not trusting your voice.

"wanna try something," he murmurs, looking at utahime now.

she raises an eyebrow at him, her eyes dancing. it's that same look satoru gets when he's up to something, and it's making your heart rate spike all over again.

satoru grins, bringing his lips to your ear. "turn around," he whispers.

you turn, an arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you against him. he leans the both of you slightly backward, sitting on his calves, and utahime kneels in front of you, her lips finding yours.

you can't help but melt into her immediately. her hands find their way into your hair, tugging gently. satoru kisses down your neck. the sensation is electrifying, and you let out a soft moan.

utahime leans down to pull your nipple into her mouth and satoru shifts, his length sliding between your legs. you're sensitive, unable to hold your gasp in. "good?" he whispers into your ear, holding you close against him.

"so good," you whine, arching into him.

satoru groans, his hips rocking. his cock rubs against your folds, the sensation driving you wild. "so fucking wet."

utahime's tongue swirls around your nipple. the feeling is indescribable. you try not to lose your mind.

satoru moves his cock, the tip pressing against your entrance. you whine, your hips bucking.

utahime moves south, kissing down your stomach. she stops just in front of your cunt, her eyes finding his. you're entirely at their mercy, the sensation consuming you.

a wicked smile tugs at her lips. "together," she tells him.

you feel satoru nod against you, his grip on you tightening. he thrusts his hips, his cock sinking into you. you cry out at the stretch as utahime draws your clit into her mouth, swirling around the sensitive bud. you feel so full, and it's taking all your resolve not to lose yourself here.

"fuck, princess," satoru groans, his fingers digging into your skin.

utahime sucks on your clit and the combination of sensations is driving you insane. you can feel yourself losing control, the sensation too much to handle.

"oh, god, please," you gasp, your hips rocking. utahime runs lithe fingers over the outline of satoru's dick at your entrance, making him drop his head onto your shoulder.

"not yet," satoru growls, his voice thick with lust. he raises a hand to your throat, squeezing lightly.

you cry out, your eyes rolling back and fluttering closed. "please, please," you whine, the sensation driving you wild. you're not even sure what you're begging for.

utahime pulls away, and you can't help but pout. she laughs airily as she kneels back on the bed and gets in your face.

satoru pulls out and slides back in at a torturous pace. he presses a kiss to your cheek and then uses one hand to tilt your head toward utahime. "look at her, princess," he commands, voice tense.

you look up to find her breathing heavily, her face flushed. you reach for her, tears welling in your eyes. you pull her into a messy kiss, your hips rocking.

"you're so good," satoru hums, sounding strained. he's moving faster now, hitting the perfect spot. "you're so fucking good."

utahime groans, reaching between the two of you to play with your slick. "fuck, fuck, fuck," you gasp, your body going tense.

"you like that, pretty?" utahime questions, her voice laced with desire. you nod, your eyes rolling back.

satoru tightens his grip on your throat when utahime presses a chaste kiss to your lips, then your cheek, and then behind you to satoru's lips. you watch them, and the sight draws a sound out of you that you didn't even know you were capable of.

"i can feel how close she is," he warns against her lips, his voice dripping with lust.

utahime pulls away, a mischievous smile on her lips. "then let her come," she breathes.

the fact that they're talking about you like you're not even in the room makes you want to let go. "oh god, oh god, oh my god," you cry.

satoru groans, snapping his hips. his cock hits the perfect spot, and you can feel your orgasm building.

"come for us, baby," utahime murmurs, moving back down to press kisses to your pretty pussy and see the way it flexes around satoru. it sets you off, and you cry out to them, the earth stuttering on its axis as your orgasm shocks you.

your legs are shaking as utahime sucks on your clit, her tongue swirling. your walls squeeze tight around satoru's cock, and you hear her let out a hum.

satoru's fucking you through it, his hips moving faster. you start to dissolve, and the sensation is almost too much, drool escaping your mouth. you can't even remember to feel embarrassed.

he's thrusting harder, his grip on you tightening. he leans in, capturing your lips in a deep kiss. satoru moans, his cock pulsing. "fuck, fuck," he chokes out, his hips stuttering. his goes still suddenly and his entire body goes tense, his cock twitching inside of you. "fuck, so fucking perfect, i love you, i love you," he babbles, strong arms wrapping around you.

your heart is racing, and your breathing is ragged. utahime pulls away, a smug smile on her lips. she comes up to give you a small kiss, breath heavy, face flushed. "so perfect," she parrots, her hand caressing your cheek.

you lean into her touch, a lazy smile tugging at your lips, eyelids drooping.

satoru nuzzles your neck, his lips ghosting over your skin. you can't help but giggle, the sensation ticklish. "so good for us, princess," he mumbles.

utahime lets out a content sigh as she lies back, her eyes closing. you yawn, your body softening.

satoru pulls out, making you whine. he chuckles as he sets you down next to utahime. "be right back," he murmurs, his fingers swiping over your cheek.

you nod, too exhausted to even ask him to stay.

satoru gets up and heads to the bathroom, the sound of running water following.

utahime rolls on her side, her hand finding yours.

"good?" she asks, her eyes fluttering open.

you nod, still catching your breath. "you?"

she nods back at you with an endearing smile.

satoru returns, two wet towels in hand. he takes a seat next to you, handing one to utahime. he leans down and presses a kiss on your cheek.

"you did so good," he says, a faint smile on his lips as he cleans you up.

none of you speak for a while, but the silence isn't heavy. you all lay there, your head resting on satoru's bicep while you play with utahime's hair.

after a while, satoru speaks. "i didn't know you could be this quiet, 'hime," he says, amusement coloring his tone.

utahime rolls her eyes, her gaze flicking over to him. "i'm just enjoying the moment. this is nice," she says.

he grins, his eyes twinkling. "nice? utahime, i'd say this is revolutionary."

she throws him a withering glare, her nose wrinkling. "you'd call a walk in the park revolutionary if it suited you."

satoru shrugs, not denying the accusation.

utahime rolls her eyes at him, but there's a softness to her expression that you haven't seen before. "you're impossible," she tells him, though her tone has no venom.

"and yet, here you are," satoru quips, leaning back and sighing cheerfully. "admit it, 'hime. you've grown fond of me."

she scoffs, but the corner of her mouth twitches upward. "don't push your luck, gojo."

you smile. "i'm just glad you two can be in the same room without outright arguing for once."

satoru hums thoughtfully. "oh, we'll argue. just not tonight."

"not tonight," utahime agrees, her voice soft.

[wzrd-wheezes]

Carolling - James Potter x Reader

AN- so I had this idea at the start of december based on that tiktok trend that was going around but i kinda ran out of time to write it. I hope its not too late to post this! I was also thinking about doing a remus and sirius version but idk. Anyways! I hope you all had a lovely festive period <3

It was a silly idea, really. One that had come up many times on her phone as she scrolled mindlessly on her commute to work. James was usually the one behind the pranks but today she decided it was her turn. 

Her fingers tapped across the keys of her phone as she typed out the message to her boyfriend.  

“Are you free on the 20th Dec?” 

His response was almost immediate, albeit him being at work. 

“Think so lovey. Why?” 

She smiled to herself mischievously, already anticipating his outraged reaction when he read her next message.  

“I’ve signed us up for Christmas carolling x” 

Once again, James’s response was immediate. 

“What???” 

“Christmas carolling around the village. We’re in a group with 4 or 5 other people. Think we get our songbooks delivered tomorrow. Anyway, got to go – super busy at work. Love you!” 

She finished the message off quickly, revelling in the fact that James was likely stewing in confusion. Her phone pinged again. And again. She ignored it, knowing that in an hour or so her boyfriend would be bursting through the door with a million questions. 

James’s reaction had caught her off guard when he’d stumbled through the door an hour later than usual. 

“Sorry I’m back late, babe. Had to nip to the shop on the way home to pick up some essentials for our big night out!” He pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth as he bustled into the kitchen, a large shopping bag in each hand. 

“Our big night out?” She repeated, quirking an eyebrow at him. 

“Yeah? The Christmas carolling? Did you not see my texts?” he started to rifle through the bags, “Mind you, you did say that you were busy at work so you might not have seen them. Not to worry though!” 

Y/N slipped her hand into her pocket and fished out her phone, quickly glancing at his messages.  

“Sounds amazing! Shame we don’t have our matching Christmas jumpers anymore :( “  

Below that, another one:  

“omg I'll go to the shop on my way home and get us new ones. Any preference on design?”  

And then a few minutes later, another one: 

“And matching hats too? Or is that too far...?” 

“Oh. Sorry, yeah I didn’t see them-”  

“Don't worry! Look at the jumpers I got us!” He pulled two brightly knit jumpers from one of the bags and chucked one towards her, “I didn’t know whether to just go with a Santa. You know, classic! But then I saw these-” 

“James, I-” She tried to interject. 

“Penguins!” he continued undeterred, “Look at them, babe! I just couldn’t resist!”  

“James, one second-” 

“I’m nearly done,” he chattered excitedly, “And then, you know how you said we were doing it in groups? Well, I bought a pack of six Santa hats so we can all match and then I thought, ‘what if we get cold?’ so I bought some disposable cups for everyone so we can make them all a hot chocolate. Oh! And i got some candy canes-” 

“James. I was joking.”  

For the first time in the twenty minutes he had been home, her boyfriend had stopped talking. He sat the pack of candy canes he had been showing her down on the counter, his brows furrowing a little. 

“Joking about what, love?” He cocked his head at her. 

“We’re not going carol singing. It was a joke. This trend has been going around online where girls tell their boyfriends that they’ve signed them up and the boyfriends always get confused and don’t want to go-” 

“Why would they not want to go? Sounds like a great activity to me...?”  

“Yes, because you’re lovely and now I feel bad.” She starred down at the floor, trying her best to avoid her boyfriend's eyes, “I didn’t think you would be up for it and I thought I'd just string you along for a bit and it would be funny and now you’ve made so much effort.” 

“Oh. Well, obviously I’m a little disappointed that you didn’t actually sign us up but we can still do it, can’t we?” 

“What do you mean?” 

“Like, we can just go carolling round at our friends houses. Seems a shame not to show off our new jumpers. Did you see that they have penguins on?” 

Y/N just smiled to herself, looking at her sweet boyfriend who was flitting about the kitchen as excited as a child on Christmas eve.  

[bunnyksj]

The Perfect Girl - MYG x Reader

Summary: Yoongi makes sure his pretty girl feels even prettier in his lovely red rope <3 

Author’s Note: fuck it yoongi smut lol, my first fic yay !! sorry if its short or not written very well, i'm getting used to it lol, ASLO thanks for all ur requests i'm working on them rn >_< i was listening to this song while writing this teehee :3

TAGS: smut duh, short and sweet, established relationship, PWP, bondage, possessiveness, bro hits it raw (pls wrap the willy), he calls you his slut lol, dom/sub themes, sub!reader, creampies, cunnilingus, VERY slight dumbification, like if you squint lmao.

WORD COUNT: 1k 

Yoongi has always adored you. His perfect, sweet girl. He hates seeing your pretty face scrunched up in a frown, tired from working your damn ass off. It pained him to see you come home everyday, your hand running through your hair, hearing your angry rants about the stupid fucks you worked with. You looked  much better like this. Your pleading eyes gazing up into his, spread out on your bed, hands tied to the headboard and legs tied apart, open and ready for him. The dark crimson hue of the rope matches perfectly with your complexion, he picked it out just for you. 

“So fucking perfect baby…” 

He growls, his dark eyes roaming over your body. His hands brush across your jaw, pressing down on your bottom lip, his own roughly meeting yours. Such a little slut you were, getting him all worked up. He slowly crawled over you, his hand reaching out to grab your tied ones, slowly running his hands over the thick rope. You whined as he traced two fingers over your leaking slit, caressing and worshiping your pretty pussy, sinking them in to open you up.  

“Such a good girl..gonna make you feel so good…so full. Just open you up for me baby..” 

You nodded softly, whimpering as his fingers continued to work open your cunt. His eyes focused on the way your slick covered his fingers and leaked onto the sheets, moaning softly at the sight. 

“Fuck…I need to be inside you baby..need to fuck you, make you feel so full..do you want it baby? Tell me..” 

“Please…” You cried, bucking your hips as best you could. “Wanna feel you….want you to fill me up…please..” 

He flashes a soft smile, leaning closer to you, his cockhead rubbing against your puffy folds, leaking precum. He trails kisses down your neck, softly biting and licking up to your ear, whispering darkly. 

“That’s it baby…” 

He pushes into your body, and you gasp. His thick length stretches you open, nice and wide, filling you to the brim. He soothingly runs his hands over your stomach. When you’ve adjusted he begins to move his hips, slamming into yours, rubbing right up against your sweet spot. His hands grip your waist, lifting up your hips, tugging at the ties on your lower legs, as he rams into your body. He moves one of his hands to softly trace over your nipple, pinching it softly, before he leans down to nip it gently. 

“You feel so fucking good…” He growls, obsessed with the feeling of your body against his. “My fucking slut…this is what you wanted right…don't gotta think about nothing else now. Just let me make you feel good, okay?” 

You whine, your back arching and eyes rolling back, whining desperately. The restraints of the rope limiting your eager movements, controlling the urge to fuck yourself back onto him. Making you feel completely under his control. 

“Yoongi….so full..” 

He smirks into your neck. “I know, sweet baby. Feels good doesn't it…” 

“Yes~!” 

You cry, your bodies crashing and bouncing in sync together, sweat forming on both of your brows. He leans down to steal you in a passionate kiss, his tongue roaming your mouth possessively, pulling away with a smirk, his tongue running over his top teeth, as he continues ramming his hips into yours, claiming every inch of your delicate body. 

“F-fuck..gonna fucking cum…gonna fill my slut up. Tell me you want it baby…” 

“Please…wanna cum. I wanna…feel you..fill me up..so fucking good…Yoongi…please!” 

Who was he to deny his baby? Especially since your little cunt made him feel so damn good. He admires the way your legs shake and your body bucks up underneath his rope, your tight cunt clenching around him. 

He moans lowly into your ear, filling you up with his thick seed. You whine out, bucking up as you clench around him, cumming around him. He pulls out slowly, his cum leaks out onto the sheets. He rests on his knees, his hands coming behind your back, gripping your ass as he pulls your body closer to his face, as best he can. He licks and bites at your thighs, leaving a pretty trail of hickeys towards your leaking core. He worships your pretty pussy, licking and suckling over your clit and inside your needy hole. 

“So sweet and pretty, my little slut. You love this don't you?” 

“Mhm…!” You whine, overstimulated, soft gasps escaping your wet lips. 

He continues to eat you out, his brows furrowed slightly in concentration, moaning softly at the feeling of your combined fluids. He slips his fingers back into you, stretching your already used hole. You whine, your hands pulling against the firm restraints, whimpering in pleasure. 

“Yoongi..feels so good…” 

“I know, sweet girl. So fucking pretty for me. Just keep letting me take care of you.” 

You throw your head back, your eyes clouding with lust , soft tears of pleasure and overstimulation run down your cheeks as you cum. His tongue doesn't stop probing at your pussy, making sure you ride out your orgasm. 

“So fucking sexy…” He says, his voice husky. He pulls away from your pussy, his lips wet, smiling softly as he leans in to kiss you softly.  

“You okay, baby?” He asks, reaching up to remove the rope keeping your hands secure. 

“Yeah..” You reply, softly, your voice soft and strained from your cries of pleasure. “I'm okay..” 

“I’m glad.” He says, softly smiling, as he removes the rope from around your legs. You lie back, sighing. Your body is exhausted, but satisfied. He snakes his hands around your waist, holding you close to his chest, stroking your hair as you fall into a peaceful sleep. His eyes filled with admiration and love for you. 

Yoongi always took such good care of you. This was how he liked to see you, his  pretty girl, sleeping soundly with a sweet smile on your lips, all your stress gone. What more could he want? 

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

[auxiliuno]

𝑵𝒐𝒆𝒍 𝑵𝒐𝒂, ʳᵉˡᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿˢʰⁱᵖ ʰᵉᵃᵈᶜᵃⁿᵒⁿˢ.

ᵀᵃᵍˢ: ᵐᵃʳʳⁱᵃᵍᵉ, ᵗᵃˡᵏ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ʰᵃᵛⁱⁿᵍ ᵏⁱᵈˢ, ˢᶠᵂ

• Noa is the type of man that doesn't fall in love easily, but once he does, he falls hard.

• He's the type of man that become so devoted to his baby, that he'd do anything for them.

• He's the type to date to marry, not just for flings or for fun. Sure, he's had a few flings/relationships in the past, but none of them filled his longing for commitment and stability.

• He's hard to talk to; any woman that's tried to be with him has been turned down.

• He's too serious and too cold for most people, they just want him for his fame and money.

• It takes someone special to be able to take the time to understand him, to love him for how he is.

• But once he let's down that cold exterior, he's so sweet and caring, even if he doesn't show it on his face or with words.

• He shows his love though being there for you when you are down, being the rock in your life.

• He shows his love with gentle touches and soft kisses to your forehead.

• He silently supports you, even when you feel like nobody is there for you, he'll be by your side.

• He shows his love by sending you reassuring texts when he's abroad and far away from you. He talks to you about his day, asks you about yours and makes sure you are taking care of yourself when he's not with you.

• He sends you photos of the places he's at.

• Eventually, he will start asking you if you want to go on the business trips with him and watch him play soccer.

• If you agree, he would be delighted. His eyes would be shining, but facial expression the same as always.

• He always spoils you when you go out with him, taking you to fancy dinner dates, buying you whatever you want because all of his money is meant for you.

• He would prefer not to go to places with a lot of people, though, because he doesn't want the public to take away your privacy.

• If it's a place like a restaurant, he will rent out the whole building for just the two of you.

• At matches, whenever he scores a goal, he discreetly looks for you in the stands; a ghost of a smile on his lips.

• He is proud of you and even prouder to be yours, so when the public finds out about your relationship, he would confirm it on news presses, interviews and magazines.

• He would be talk about you with such love and affection, that the world would be surprised; "Noel Noa can love someone?"

• Once he has been dating you for a while, such as 2 or 3 years, he will start thinking about marriage with you.

• He would ask you about it, and if you aren't ready, he would be so reassuring, telling you that it is okay and that he'll wait for you no matter how long.

• If you say yes, it would be the happiest day of his life.

• He'll start planning for the wedding, excited that he will finally be able to say that you are his lover for life.

• His dream wedding would be one that is beautiful yet simple and classic.

• He doesn't have a lot of friends or family, but he would be happy if you invited whoever you wanted to.

• After marriage, he knows that everything can become a lot and too fast, so he would try his best to take things slow with you.

• He would bring up the idea of having kids with you, but saying that ultimately it is your choice, and he'd love you no matter what you want.

• If you say you want kids too, tears would be brimming at his eyes even though he rarely shows his emotions.

• You don't know how much this man adores you, knowing that you have sacrificed so much for him and still willing to give him even more.

• He would want 2 kids so that they don't get lonely. If you want more, though, he wouldn't be against it. He's a family man, so he'll always love his family no matter what.

• His love for you is boundless once you show that you are committed to him.

That's it for today! If you have any requests or want a continuation of this, please ask in my inbox! Thank you for reading, have a great day! Pt.2 here!

-auxiliuno

[cairo-morningstar]

Cuddle Session

♡ Word Count; 688

♡ Genre; Fluff, Established relationship.

♡ Warnings; Cursing

♡ A/N; This one is for @engardeitsme may you enjoy the much needed Heimdall cuddles :3)

Yesterday was forgotten, its bloody memory ebbing away into the strings of the past leaving in it's wake something new and warm. Heimdall lay one hand stroking lazy circles upon your flesh, the other draped over your shoulder to hold you close. Chest to chest, you both chose to forsake the new day, perhaps that is why an old crow croaked outside curious and perhaps furious. Both chose to stay ignorant to it, hoping instead to bask in the warmth of your entwined bodies, a day like this passed by little in your lives. "Good Morning" you speak, "Finally awake?" Heimdall answers earning him a huff in return "Mhm, or, I'm actually still asleep and you are hearing voices my lord" your words earned you a glare from your husband "perhaps I need to teach you how to respect a god again?" Heimdall drawled. When the birds started to wake, nature's orchestra always woke him up too, it was then he looked so neutral, so human with his mossy eyes and tossled and tangled hair, he looked unkempt in the most groggy of ways, it only made you love him more.

A sound of displeasure rumbled in your throat as you move one of your arms up to wipe away at his face "you look absolutely beautiful this morning my god" he smiled at this, body somehow finding a space to between you to occupy "that's more like it" he whispered next to your ears which he kissed sending shivers down your neck "Stop it Heimie" Heimdall pulled back to stare you in the eyes, his head now hovering over the bed "What in the title 'God of Forsight' made you think, Oh, I can tell him what to do?" He mocked, you, quicker then lightning, place your lips on his for moments before falling back to the comfort of your bed "I actually think it was the title 'husband' that gave me that impression" a wide smile etched itself on his handsome face "Well then, I guess, I can do this" you found yourself suddenly uncovered, the warm hides you used to cover yourself was held in his hands then, disgustingly the monster threw them on the floor "Hemie!" you whined "why did you do that I was so comfortable you asshole" now cold you turned to glare at Heimdall, his head was propped on his hand, he watched you like a smug child "I think it was because my spouse decided to forget their place as a pathetic mortal, I just had to remind them of their spot that's all", silence followed with you both staring into each others eyes 

"Fine, guess you can sleep on your own then"

Surprised he reached out the moment he saw you get off the bed. And, like iron, he dragged you back "Oh no you don't". Once more you found yourself warm within his hold, his naked chest offering you a kind of heat no hide or blanket can give. Heimdall had your back to him with an arm snaked around your chest and the other your stomach, you wiggled trying to leave his grasp but to no avail, he had gotten you where he wanted you, sadly, your mortal bones were no match to your husband's immortal body. "Sometimes." You quip "I-" finishing the sentence proved difficult especially when you didn't mean it "tsk, I was going to say hate you but unfortunately for me I love you", the god pressed flush against you laughed leaving you to feel rumbling emit from his body, he scarcely laughed if you weren't involved, laughter suddenly stopping he spoke with a fake seriousness, although sounding very true, "Of course you do, and luckily for you I decided to grace you with the love of a god, be thankful you get to experience what little mortals did".

Words drifted to a halt as you both continued to lay, the crow still croaked outside to no avail, and you both still laid within each other's arms bodies tangled to one mess where one couldn't see when one began or ended, warm and complete.

[lady-rose-moon]

HIIIII! Omg I got so excited when I saw that you're gonna be writing again. I read your fics before I figured out how to interact with authors without feeling embarrassed so this might be the first you're seeing of me, but I am a huge fan! I was hoping to request for a Loki fic? With these prompts:

"you're safe, you're safe" "what if I'm not?" "you're safe."

"who did this to you?"

"what are you doing out here, late at night?"

"I'm sorry" "don't you dare apologise for this"

Thank you so much!

You're so safe || Loki x Vanir!Reader || hurt/comfort

A/N: hello, my love, it is so nice to finally meet you! I do apologise for this being SO late but I have only just received the inspiration I needed for this project and I hope you like it! Please do interact with me more, I don't bite <3

↣ MASTERLIST

“I don’t care what you think!” you yelled, standing in the golden throne room of Asgard, sneering up at Odin on his throne, his whole demeanour menacing and unapproachable, yet you didn’t care, “I will find him, he is not dead!”

Odin merely gazed down at you, his expression unreadable as you stood beneath him. The older God had called you in today after receiving word that you were going to leave Asgard in an attempt to bring back Loki Odinson. He was your betrothed so why shouldn’t you fight to get him back?

“I am not asking for your permission, Odin,” you sneered, disregarding his title, bringing him down a few pegs so he is not as different as he wants to be, “he is your son but he is my betrothed and you shall not hold me back from him!”

That was when the Allfather spoke for the first time since you marched into the room with guards holding your arms. He studied you, noting how you were no longer the demure, frightened child he had selected for Loki. You had been corrupted by the Jötun and he had to remedy that. “You are still young, Lady Y/L/N,” the Allfather spoke, his voice as cold as his expression was, “I shall begin the search for a more… appropriate match.”

You reeled back, appalled at the King’s words before you broke into hysterical laughter, shaking your head. “You do that, Odin, and break the treaty with my family, I challenge you to,” you sneered before turning on your heel and departing from the throne room.

Before you could be grabbed by the guards, you broke into a run, smirking at the shocked exclaims of the guards behind you as you took of running down the hallways, expertly avoiding every attempt to be grabbed by various guards. With a grin, you slipped into Loki’s old chambers, not glancing at anything that could risk you to break into sobs and instead venturing to his wardrobe, pulling out one of his tunics and pants, hurriedly changing before running out onto the balcony and calling your magic to you to lift you down from it into the Queen’s gardens.

Once your feet pressed against the soft grass of the land below, you took off into a sprint, heading to the edge of the garden, searching for the gate covered in ivy. Before you could find it, however, you froze as a soft ‘Lady Y/N’ drifted across the garden. You turned and saw Queen Frigga frozen in the doorway to her garden.

“Your majesty!” you gasped, dropping into a curtsy even if it was quite difficult with your inappropriate clothing. Standing tall, you eyed Frigga nervously and spoke softly, “I’m not going to sit here and wait for a confirmation that he’s dead. I feel that he’s alive. Let me go.”

Frigga didn’t say anything, merely rushed over to you and pulled you into her arms. The Queen of Asgard’s hugs had always been a comfort and this time, it comforted your worried heart and the kiss she pressed to your brow was reassuring. “I never saw you,” Frigga whispered as a promise before turning away.

Smiling, you continued your search for the gate before exclaiming in victory when you found it, unlatching the lock and pushing the gate open and rushing through, pulling it shut and using seiðr to lock it behind you. With great knowledge of the layout of Asgard, you had no issue taking the long route around Asgard even as the warning bells raged from the palace and more guards were stationed near the broken Bifrost.

As you were hiding behind a barrel, waiting for a few guards to pass, you felt a tug on your leg which caught your attention. It was a small girl, dressed in her golden nightgown holding a rabbit teddy, her blue eyes staring up at you innocently. “Where are you going, Lady Y/N? They’re looking for you,” the girl whispered, seeming to understand the need to be quiet.

“The King has kept me in a tower, punishing me for my prince’s choices, I am on a brave mission to save him,” you explained, playing on the girl’s imagination, “so you must be quiet and never mention that you saw me. It’s all a game. I have to be ignored and not seen; do you understand? You must be quiet.”

“I promise,” the girl whispered before running off down the alley.

You nodded before taking off in a run, your feet now firmly planted on the glass of the Bifrost. As you approached the broken end of the Bifrost, you froze as you saw Thor standing there with Heimdall. Cursing beneath your breath, you approached them and stood beside Thor.

“You won’t stop me,” you whispered viciously, “I’ll jump if I must.”

“No need,” Thor answered with a grimace, gripping Mjolnir so tight that his knuckles had turned white, “he’s on Midgard.”

“Midgard?” you repeated with surprise before nodding and turning to Thor, “so we’re going.”

“I’m going, Lady Y/N, I must arrest him, he is not the man you knew,” Thor answered, turning to Heimdall and nodding, “do it.”

With a scoff, you watched as Heimdall lifted his sword and murmured the prayer to open the Bifrost without the observatory and when it opened and Thor was sucked into it, you jumped in too, ignoring the call from Heimdall.

The travel to Midgard wasn’t that long but when you arrived, it was dark. You’d appeared within a corn field, the soft rustling of the leaves comforting your anxiety before you closed your eyes and focused on the connection between yourself and Loki. That’s when you felt his seiðr for the first time in a year but it felt… wrong. Corrupted. That gave you more of a reason to find him, you needed to make sure that he was alright.

So, you latched onto his magic and disappeared with a soft glow before reappearing outside a glass cage. Disoriented, you grabbed a bar quickly to stabilise yourself before realising what was happening. You turned your head and there was Loki, his hair longer and greasy, his eyes a striking blue when they had once been green and his armour slightly askew.

“Loki?” you whispered weakly, staring in surprise before running across the bridge to the glass, pressing your hands against it, watching as Loki studied you carefully, “I thought… Oh, Loki.”

The God of Mischief tilted his head before striding over to where you were stood and sneering at you, “now you show up? After Thor?”

You stammered, thrown off by his violence toward you and tears rose to your eyes. “Loki… I tried to find you, I swear it! When you fell, I wished to jump after you but Thor wouldn’t let me.”

Loki chuckled darkly before stepping away from you and staring at you as if you were scum to him. “It took you a year to find me, how pathetic,” he spat, making you flinch, “what a pathetic fiancée.”

In that moment, you realised it wasn’t just his magic that was corrupted. It was him. He wanted your tears. He wouldn’t get them. You lifted your head with a soft smile, dipping into a curtsy before walking away.

Somehow, you’d been roped into assisting the band of Midgardians (and Thor) defeat Loki. You would follow Iron Man into his tower to confront Loki but that hadn’t ended well and you’d been knocked out by Stark’s flying Iron Man device as it raced after Stark when Loki threw him out of the window.

You were only awoken by the Hulk’s roar and Loki’s response. Groggily, you woke up and saw Loki shouting at Hulk, “you are, all of you, beneath me! I am a God you foul creature and I will not be bullied by- Ah!”

You watched as Hulk grabbed Loki’s ankle and began to bash him around like a ragdoll. You flinched as you watched Loki’s pained face after Hulk left and instantly raced over to him, pulling his head into your lap.

“Loki?” you whispered, your fingers delicately tracing Loki’s face, “Loki… are you okay?”

Loki didn’t answer for a while before he gazed up at you and his eyes lit up with recognition unlike how they’d been days ago. He knew you. Elation lit up your chest and you grinned down at him.

“Hello, love,” Loki whispered softly, his hands gently tracing up your arms before pulling you into a tight embrace, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

You shook your head and brushed some hair away from his face, smiling down at him tenderly before whispering, “no, don’t you dare apologise for this. You weren’t you. NEVER apologise for this.”

Loki hesitated before laughing softly at you and shaking his head, resting his forehead against your chest and sighing with relief. “We have to leave, you’ll be considered a criminal to them now,” Loki whispered, his eyes shining with worry.

You laughed softly and nodded before helping him sit up and looking out at the sky as Chitauri continued to fly out of the portal. Then, you looked back at him and softly whispered, “how do we stop this?”

“Let them stop it,” Loki whispered, groaning in pain before his hands gleamed with green magic and you stepped closer to him, feeding your magic into his spell and you both disappeared from the tower, appearing two realms away on your home planet of Vanaheim.

The quiet of the brook and the crickets in the grass instantly calmed you and a smile lit up your face before you helped Loki to his feet and whispered, “come on, I know a place.”

For an hour, the two of you walked, Loki progressively becoming able to walk on his own until you reached a raging waterfall. Your hand gleamed gold and the water split, revealing a door concealed in the rock. Turning it, you brought Loki inside and closed the door, candles and lamps lighting as soon as the door closed.

“Welcome home,” you whispered with a soft grin, guiding Loki over to a sofa and helping him sit down, “this place is hidden from Odin and Heimdall, father created it for me centuries ago.”

Loki observed the place with a soft smile, there were simple decorations, but it was a blank canvas for the both of you. “It’s perfect,” Loki whispered softly before doubling over and groaning, clutching his head.

Instantly, you rushed over to him and removed the majority of his armour until he was left in his tunic and pants. There, you hesitated but when Loki nodded to you, you lifted the tunic and gasped at the sight of grotesque slashes across his back and arms. “Loki… what… who did this to you” you seethed, lightly tracing the slashes, observing the poorly healed cuts and infections.

“You wouldn’t understand,” Loki whispered brokenly, avoiding your gaze and trying to hide how much pain he was in. The God of Mischief grimaced in pain as you pressed your finger against a cut and watched infected pus pool out of it.

“Try me,” you whispered to him, standing from the sofa and walking into the kitchen before returning with a healing kit, sitting beside Loki again and beginning to cover his back with healing salve.

Loki hesitated but when he saw that you were serious, he began to tell you everything. About his fall, about Thanos, about the Infinity Stone controlling him and the torture he was put under for the majority of the year that he’d been missing. All the way through his explanation, you let him speak and pressed loving kisses to his forehead when you could. When he was done, you pulled him close to you and allowed him to cry.

“Shh,” you whispered to him, lovingly tracing your fingers through his hair, “you’re safe, Loki, you’re safe.”

Loki leaned into your comfort, his body trembling from the pain of the salve healing his back, seeking more of your comfort. Still, the trauma of what he went through haunted his mind. “But… what if… what if I’m not?” Loki whispered weakly, “Thanos, he… he’s horrible! Terrifying! Worse than anybody we’ve thought of before as being wicked!”

“You’re safe,” you answered, pressing a kiss to Loki’s brow, holding him close to you, allowing him to curl further into your chest, “as long as we are together then we will protect each other. Do not fret, you are so safe.”

Shortly after that, Loki had fallen asleep and you’d needed to magically carry him to the bedroom and cover him. Now, however, you awoke and Loki was nowhere to be found. Startled, you rose out of bed and searched everywhere before finding that the door leading out to the top of the waterfall was open.

Outside, you found Loki sat in the water, staring up at Vanaheim’s constellations, his eyes vacant and sad. As you approached, he flinched and a dagger formed in his hand but when he realised that it was you, he relaxed and muttered, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s natural, with your amount of trauma, Loki,” you whispered, sitting on the bank close to him, following his gaze up to the constellations, “what are you doing out here, late at night?”

The God gazed over at you with a lost expression on his face before he whispered, “couldn’t really sleep. Nightmares.”

You nodded and with a slow movement, you were sitting beside him in the cold water of the river, listening to the rush of the water going over the edge and landing below. You rested your head on his shoulder and held his hand tight in your own with a soft smile as you whispered, “you’re so safe, Loki, we have each other, you’re so, so safe.”

You heard Loki release a broken sob but said nothing, knowing that while he had your support, he also needed to fix his mental state on his own too. The God of Mischief was broken but you knew with time, he would find a new type of normal.

“I half expect the Bifrost to open and Thor to take me by my neck to Asgard, to my death,” Loki admitted quietly after several minutes in silence, “I miss my brother, Y/N, the brother he was when we were little. Not the brute he became.”

You nodded and gently brushed your thumb over his hand, just listening to his admissions. Loki appreciated your silence, your understanding that he just needed to talk, he just needed to feel like he was safe.

“I’ll never see him again, nor will I see mother,” he continued, tears in his eyes as he stared up at the star that he knew was the realm of Asgard, his home and the place that rejected him, “I wish I could say I was sorry to her, my sweet mother. She never did anything wrong.”

That’s when Loki embraced you, pulling you into his lap and pressing a kiss to your forehead before pointing up to Asgard’s star. “Perhaps, upon the day of Odin’s death, I shall return to my brother and my mother,” he whispered, his eyes full of hope for that future.

“Perhaps,” you responded with a soft smile, cuddling into his warmth before you began to shiver. “But for now,” you grinned, “back to bed, it’s cold.”

Loki chuckled and stood from the water, gathering you bridal style in his arms before walking down back into the house.

Glancing out at the sky over Loki’s shoulder, you glared at the blackness of the sky, swearing revenge on Thanos for what he did to your beloved. Little did you know, he was glaring right back at you.

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[atomicwrite]

Could you please do fem!reader x shadow?? I love the way you write shadow.

Yes, sure! <3

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💙 Passionate Desire - Shadow x Fem!Reader

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You had been dating Shadow for a few months now, and every moment with him felt electric. He was always so mysterious and alluring, but you were starting to feel like you wanted more.

One night, as you and Shadow were cuddling on the couch, watching a movie, you decided to make your move. You leaned in, brushing your lips against his. To your surprise, Shadow pulled away.

"Is everything okay?" you asked, feeling a little embarrassed.

"I don't want to do this if you're not ready," Shadow said, looking into your eyes.

You felt your heart flutter at his consideration. "I'm ready, Shadow. I want to be with you."

You could see his eyes soften,  but he still looked hesitant, almost  as though he didn't quite believe you. Then, out of nowhere, he pulled you down onto his lap and kissed you full force. His lips were soft but demanding, and you couldn't help but feel your body heat up at his touch.

His hand cupped the back of your neck, pulling you closer to him as you tangled your fingers in his quills. He groaned and deepened the kiss, sucking on your lower lip before nibbling gently. Your toes curled underneath you and your heart pounded in your chest as you pressed yourself even further into his embrace.

The kiss felt like it lasted forever, and you were surprised at how quickly your body responded to Shadow's touch. You had never felt like this with anyone before, and it was both exhilarating and terrifying.

The heat from his body warmed you from head to toe as it seeped through your clothes and made your fur prickle. Shadow began to trail his hands down your sides, caressing your curves in such a way that sent chills down your spine.

As Shadow pulled away, you felt a sense of loss. You wanted more, but you didn't want to push him too far. However, Shadow seemed content with just sitting there, stroking your cheek, kissing your forehead and nose.

You took this opportunity to study Shadow, trying to get a better read on his emotions. There was a small smile playing on his lips that matched your own as he watched you. As soon as his gaze fell on your mouth, his face flushed red and he averted his eyes. You giggled softly, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to his lips. He smiled again, and you felt butterflies erupt in your stomach.

"That was amazing..." you said, trying to calm down your racing heart.

Shadow gave you a small smile, "I'm glad you enjoyed it."

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, nuzzling into him. You sighed happily at the familiar scent of lavender.

"I did, but... I want more," you said, feeling bold.

Shadow raised a brow, "More?"

You nodded, "I want to explore this side of us, Shadow. I want to be with you in every way possible."

Shadow's eyes softened, "Are you sure? I don't want to do anything that makes you uncomfortable."

"I'm sure," you said, feeling confident.

Shadow leaned in, capturing your lips in a fiery kiss. You responded eagerly, your tongue dancing with his as you explored each other's mouths. His hands roamed your body, tracing every curve and dip.

Your arms wrapped around him, pulling him closer as you moaned into the kiss. You could feel his hand moving up your thigh, making you gasp as his fingers brushed against your inner thigh.

As the kiss deepened, you felt a sense of belonging. You knew that you had found someone special in Shadow, and you never wanted to let him go.

Shadow pulled back slightly, his eyes dark with desire as he looked at you. "I can't get enough of you," he said, his voice low and husky.

You couldn't help but feel a surge of arousal at his words. "I feel the same way," you replied, pulling him in for another kiss.

The two of you continued to kiss, your bodies pressed close together as the heat between you intensified. You could feel Shadow's hand moving higher up your thigh, making you squirm with anticipation.

As the kiss ended, you leaned your forehead against Shadow's, feeling a sense of peace.

"Thank you, Shadow," you said, feeling grateful.

"For what?" Shadow asked, looking at you with a curious expression.

"For being you," you said, giving him a smile. "For being the amazing person that you are and for making me feel so alive."

Shadow gave you a small smile, "You make me feel the same way, (Y/N)." He kissed you passionately again before trailing his hands down your hips...

Just as things were starting to get even more heated, there was a knock on the door. You both pulled away, panting and looking at each other with flushed faces.

"...We'll continue this later," Shadow said, standing up.

You sat on the couch, still feeling the heat from the kiss lingering on your lips. As you thought about Shadow, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement at the thought of continuing where you left off.

You knew that Shadow was someone who wasn't afraid to express his desires, and that was something you found incredibly attractive. As you thought about him, you couldn't help but feel a surge of desire wash over you.

You smiled to yourself, knowing that the next time the two of you were alone, things were going to get even hotter.

[holly-louisexox]

Saviour II X Andy Biersack- Part 3

Masterlist

(Sequel to Ribcage)

Andy and Delia had finally found their happy ending in each other, Delia was living in LA with Andy and things could not be better.

With the group reuniting to complete a UK and Europe tour, some challenges threaten to tear Andy and Delia apart. Can Andy continue to try his hardest to be what Delia made, or will the couple drift apart from each other?

"Okay let's just run through the intro of Faithless so I can match up the backing sound of the bells." Delia explains through her mic that was connected to the in ear pieces of the band, this earning her a thumbs up from the band.

"Hey D, just so you know, Juliet has just arrived at the venue." Shevy informs her as she walks into the sound tech booth of the venue "You feeling okay about her being here?"

"Yeah. I mean I don't know her only about her." Delia explains as she fiddles with the switches of the sound board "I'm not her biggest fan after how she damaged Andy, but it's Andy I'm worried about not myself."

"Funny, I feel like Andy would say he's worried she'll get to you." Shevy laughs awkwardly "You and Andy just need to look out for each other. I hoping she won't do anything, but with how Juliet was I'm worried for you both."

"I appreciate it Shevy, but Juliet is the least of my concerns and you know that." Delia sighs as she watches Andy sing his heart out on the stage.

"Yeah, of course." Shevy nods as the band finish the song "I think you should tell them she's here so they know."

"Good idea." Delia nods before pressing the button to turn on her mic "Guys, Juliet has arrived in the venue."

After hearing that news, everyone could see Andy stiffen from the mention of her name; Delia could even see it from the sound tech booth. After a couple of seconds, Andy is puling his phone out from the back pocket of his jeans and furiously tapping away on it, it's not long before Delia is getting a text message.

Stay in the booth, I'm coming up to you x

After reading the message, Delia is looking back up at the stage only to find Andy has disappeared. Delia guessed Andy was going to be on edge with Juliet back in the picture, but she had to admit that she was more concerned about him than she thought she would be; he was already so nervous about Juliet, it was almost as if he didn't want either of them to see her.

"What if he goes off the rails Shevy? Look how he's already acting?" Delia sighs as she waits in the booth as instructed.

"He won't D, not with you around." Shevy smiles before the door of the booth opens.

"So run through again the different-" A voice is heard which instantly makes the two girls already in the booth snap their eyes to whoever came in. "Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't realise you were still in here. We can leave."

"No, no, it's okay. We were just leaving." Delia explains before she notices a woman standing behind the man who had entered. Long black hair, joggers, crop top, over all very beautiful; this must be Juliet...

"Shevy! so nice to see you again!" Juliet Smiles as she enters the room and instantly pulls Shevy for a hug; Shevy all the while looks very uncomfortable.

"Hi Juliet." Shevy speaks simply trying to pull away.

"Oh you must be Delia! I've heard about you, you're now with my ex husband. No hard feelings by the way." Juliet grins as she then proceeds to wrap Delia into a hug which makes Delia freeze in uncertainty. "I would say you have a great choice in men but really, I was glad to have dropped him."

"Juliet." Andy is dry in his voice as he witnesses her interaction with Delia.

"Andy, it's so good to see you! How have you been?" Juliet asks after breaking the hug from Delia which allows her to finally breathe.

"Let's skip the pleasantries. Delia, let's go." Andy growls slightly.

"You always were so controlling, yet as soon as you don't get your way you turn into a whining toddler." Juliet rolls her eyes as she watches Delia cling to Andy's side "Here I was trying to be nice to everyone, including Delia, and you just had to ruin it."

"Slagging me off to my girlfriend is you being nice? Sure, okay." Andy's monotone voice comes through again, the mask is back on and that scared Delia slightly; this was only day one, how much will the mask make an appearance this tour?

"Right, well, we were just leaving. Let's go." Shevy's voice breaks as she tries to push away the tension in the room. "Good luck with the performance Juliet."

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"What else did she say to you?" Andy asks Delia as soon as the 3 of them were within the 4 walls of the backstage room the band had; the rest of the group nervously watching as they immediately realise what had happened in the sound booth.

"Only what you heard, I promise." Delia replies back bringing a hand to Andy's face to try and comfort him, the gesture immediately making Andy relax a little bit. "You know I'd never believe her though, right?"

"Yeah, of course." Andy mutters as the mask comes back off and he's instantly pulling Delia into a tight hug "I'm sorry."

"The demon I'm guessing?" Jake asks timidly.

"Yeah, she was trying to be all chummy with me, saw Delia and started slagging Andy off not realising he was stood in the doorway." Shevy explains. "Andy of course then snapped."

"Ah fuck." Lonny mutters "Maybe this was a bad idea after all."

"I knew it would be, but of course management didn't care did they? They only care about the press side of it." Andy rolls his eyes as he lets go of Delia smaller frame "They got their positive headline of this tour being a 'huge step' yet they fail to see how shit this situation actually is. After so long if just surviving, I finally became happy but now it may as well have been for nothing. I can't stand the bitch."

"Andy..." Delia starts to try to calm him down, but no words come to her mind.

"I'm sorry." Andy's voice is quiet "I erm... I'll be back. I'm going to erm... I'm gonna get some fresh air."

"Want me to come with you?" Delia asks as she goes to take his hand, instead his hand retracts away from her grip and he looks at her apologetically.

"I'm sorry babe, I just, I need a bit alone to clear my head." Andy's face turns expressionless which scares everyone in the room.

"Right..." Delia's voice falters "Okay, yeah."

With that, Andy is walking out of the room leaving Delia stood where she was frozen in place.

"Delia..." Lonny starts as he stands up to walk towards her.

"Don't!" Delia snaps slightly before sighing as she feels tears well up in the eyes; she knew this tour was going to be hard for her but she didn't expect it to turn sour so soon. "Please Lon, I don't want sympathy from anyone. I'll be back, I promised mum and dad I'd FaceTime them before the show. If anyone needs me I'll be on the tour bus."

Of course that was a lie, there was no promise to FaceTime her parents, but she needed her mother's advice right now. Her world was already crumbling knowing her dad was ill, but seeing Andy, the one thing keeping her together, faltering made her shake. She needed to hear her mum's voice and she needed to see her dad looking as well as he possibly could all things considered. She just needed something to stabilise her thoughts; she was not about to cry and breakdown, not on the first day of tour, not on tour at all. She had come too far these last few months to backtrack.

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5 minutes after leaving the building, Andy had realised he made a mistake. He knew that Delia had been worrying about him since finding out about Juliet touring with them, and like an idiot, he had pushed Delia away from him and felt himself wearing that mask again to try and protect himself. That mask had hurt so many of the people around him and he nearly lost Delia because of the mask; he couldn't go back there, he couldn't lose Delia again, he wouldn't allow that to happen.

"Fuck." Andy mutters to himself before letting out a sign. 

He needed to go back to the venue, he needed to apologise to Delia. He needed to stop going back to his old ways of pushing people away and he needed to, instead, learn how to lean on them when he needed them. He needed Delia, he would always need Delia, and right now he knew that she needed him just as much; he could not just abandon her, not now, not ever. Andy had quit vaping again, but moments like this made him crave the nicotine to dull the voices in his head; he had promised Delia he wouldn't do it again, he'd be damned if he was to break that promise.

"Where's Delia?" Andy asks after bursting back into the room and noticing Delia was not there with the rest of the group.

"She went to the bus, something about promising her parents she'd call them before the show." Jake explains not looking up from his phone.

"Thanks." Andy nods before leaving the room again.

He knew that was a lie, he knew there was no promise to call Tamara and Nick before the show. Delia was a lot more fragile than she was letting on right now, Andy knew exactly why Delia would be calling her parents; she was upset and didn't know what else to do, he was the one who had caused her to feel like that too. In a way Andy loved the relationship Delia had with her parents, but it did also scare him. With Nick being unwell he was scared of what would happen to Delia if Nick was unable to recover a second time round, he knew that her parents meant the world to her and they they were all she had ever known. No amount of love or reassurance from the group would be able to stop her from crashing.

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"I'm over reacting, aren't I?" Delia asks her parents as she stares at them through the phone screen.

"Not at all Lia." Nick begins "But I imagine it's a lot for Andy to handle, especially if she's already started talking shit about him to you, it seems like she's trying to stir things up between the both of you."

"Petal, he's likely overwhelmed and don't forget he spent some time with his emotions hidden away, he's likely still learning how to lean on people, especially how to lean on a partner, it has only been 6 months since you guys officially got together." Tamara continues.

"Yeah, I suppose you're both right." Delia nods feeling a tear roll down her face as she misses the sound of the tour bus opening.

"Lia, do you love him?" Nick asks.

"Of course I do dad, more than anything." Delia confesses feeling a sad smile pull at her lips.

"Then you need to just trust him. If he does push you away give him his moment, he won't push you away permanently." Nick explains "Lia, I haven't liked any of the guys you've brought home before Andy, but he's different. I've seen the way he looks at you, Andy isn't about to just walk away from you completely."

"Mr Vincent?" A voice is heard in the background. 

"We need to go Petal, good luck tonight! We love you so much!" Tamara exclaims as both she and Nick stand up; it was that time again, more chemotherapy in the hope of it curing Nick a second time round.

"Okay, good luck dad, I love you both." Delia nods before ending the call. That's when she feels the tears overflow and a sob erupts from her chest.

"Delia?" Andy speaks up as he comes out from his hiding and sits next to Delia on the bunk she had claimed.

"Fuck, Andy, erm hi." Delia gasps quickly trying to wipe away her tears "I'm fine."

"You know you don't need to pretend to be strong around me love." Andy whispers as he sits next to Delia and wraps his arms around her. "I heard your dad talking about me, I'm so sorry that I upset you."

"I guess I'm just a little fragile this tour." Delia explains leaning her head onto Andy's shoulder "You know I trust you right?"

"I'd be surprised if you wasn't fragile right now D, but of course I know you trust me." Andy smiles before kissing Delia's forehead.

"I just don't trust Juliet." Delia confesses "The way she was slagging you off then immediately tried to be all friendly when she realised you were there, I have a bad feeling about her."

"She won't do anything D, she's just trying to get to us. Plus I'm not going to let her do anything, you're the one I love, not her." Andy explains.

"You're right." Delia nods looking up at Andy "I love you."

"I love you too." Andy smiles before bringing Delia into a gentle kiss.

Both Andy and Delia knew that this tour would not be easy. Granted, they had not expected the first day of tour to go like this, but at least with it having happened on the first day, they knew they could overcome it and work through it. Juliet was acting bitchy, they could handle that, neither of them had the thought of her doing anything drastic, she did not have it in her surely? They were both as worried as each other but if they stuck together they could surely get through this tour, after all, Juliet was only with them for a total of 12 days and Nick was receiving treatment and was otherwise fine; what could go wrong? 

[ace-aro-queerplatonic-positivity]

I hate to do this, but I was advised to seek help before spiraling.

My boyfriend of 2 years came out as aroace to me and claims he wants to stay queerplatonic with me, but I've always been an "all or nothing" allo girl and don't feel comfortable at the thought of being qp.

But I don't want to:

1. Let him go, because he said that he doesn't want us to change. He said he just can't promise a future with me.

2. Come off as aphobic, or worst, BE queerplatonic-phobic.

3. Jump to drastic conclusions when I've never been in a qp relationship before.

So, I'm reaching out to ask: What do I do? Should I give up and part ways, or should I give qpr a shot? If I go with the latter, how do qprs work? How do I live in one? How do I love an aroace?

Okay, so first thing’s first: you have no need to be scared or apologise. Not to me and not ever for seeking advice from the community. That’s why the community is here. And you want to learn so you’re not aphobic or queerplatonicphobic. Aromantic relationships can be intimidating and it’s okay to be unsure. You’re not a bad person or aphobic.

First rule about queerplatonic relationships: it’s whatever the people in it want it to be. Alloromantic people can and do have QPRs. What is important is that the both of you can agree on the type of relationship you want to have, the dynamic you want to maintain with each other. A queerplatonic relationship can be whatever the people in it want it to be, doesn’t matter what it looks like to the outside world. The relationship is yours and it’s for the two of you.

With that said, if you truly can not find it in yourself to become comfortable with this shift in your relationship– no, I’ll need to interrupt myself here

Your partner coming out as aroace does not have to change anything. Like, I should’ve lead with that. Your partner coming out as aroace and wanting a queerplatonic relationship does – at face value – not require any changes besides taking what you have now and calling it queerplatonic. Slap the new label on and you’re good to go.

Okay, now, I don’t want to assume whether he might want other changes about your dynamic. If he doesn’t, you need to figure out if you’re comfortable with the new label or if that already is a hiccup. You’re continuing your relationship as is and just call it by a different name. A rose by any other name, etc etc.

Now, if you truly can not find it in yourself to be comfortable with this… let him go.

I’m kinda bad with relationship advice and already feel like I’m rambling but you reached out to me and I want to do a good job. So maybe tackling your 3rd point is the most pressing thing. Maybe you can research and learn more about what a QPR can be (e.g. that it can – among other things – be literally the exact same relationship you’re already having just called differently).

I know it sounds intimidating and “queerplatonic” is a big word and “platonic” usually forces a certain perspective. But it’s just a different coat of paint on the same thing you’ve enjoyed with him thus far. Promise.

Hell, I was okay with my ex-partners continuing to call it a romantic relationship because I felt it was on me that I couldn’t communicate clearly to them.

That’s the other big thing. Big Thing: COMMUNICATION IS KEY

Doesn’t matter romantic, queerplatonic, amical, sexual, alterous. Any relationship requires clear and open and honest communication! Ask him directly what he expects from you. Then think about that. Then tell him what you expect. Does that still match? Great. Done.

But keep your relationship a continuous dialogue. You can not be partners (romantic or queerplatonic) if you don’t communicate your needs and wants.

This is also the “how do I love an aroace”, you’ll need to ask him. Because no two aroace folks are the same. It’s probably weird but rephrase your own question: “How do I love [him]?” And either you can answer that or you need to sit down and talk to him about it anyway. As for the “he can’t promise a future”, yeah, well, could he before coming out? Not to be rude but people change, life changes, none of us really knows what tomorrow holds and while commitment is great it’s hard to promise things with certainty.

I sincerely hope I could help and lessen your worry.

Thank you for reaching out, although I hope you didn’t ask only me and i’ll accordingly tag a few blogs @aroacepositivityplace @aroace-people-are-lgtbq @simplyqueerplatonic @queerplatonicpositivity @no-thx-im-aroace

Folks, these tags are NOT a “tumblr wan Kenobi, you’re my only hope” but I am just one guy and my opinion is obviously biased so I want to help this anon best I can by bringing other people’s opinions in. So please do reboot this to give anon some nuanced opinions.

[skitskatdacat63]

if u’re still doing these… top 5 most insane martian moments.

Sry for the late response, I really had to think on it! But these have been pretty fun to do so thank you!! <3

1. The entirety of Monaco 2010

Any Monaco celebration has a special place in my heart as you probably well know! But just Monaco 2010 as an entirety is insane to me, to name a few: the matching Porsches...their parc ferme hug...Seb trying and failing to pull Mark into the pool...them jumping into the harbor together and Seb having to pull Mark up onto the dock, MONACO REALLY GAVE US SO MUCH 🤧 but also this race being the calm before the storm, like seeing them be all cute with each other but then knowing how the season ends and how things continue to proceed after that

2. Their Singapore 2008 date

Always holds a special place on my heart. Just that we have so many pictures and even footage(!!!) of their PR mandated date in a time where this kind of thing wasn't really common yet. The caption of the YouTube vid "Mark Webber and Sebastian Vettel share an evening in Singapore" 😵‍💫 and I also think often about this comment on that vid calling Seb a "kleine Mädchen." I just think it's very cute. Giggly STR Seb and older gruff RBR Mark, not yet affected by teammate tensions

3. Japan 2007

I think its always very interesting the foreshadowing you can read into while watching older races. I love that Martian were always on an inevitable collision course. Like imagine being Mark and that rookie who crashed into the back of you then goes to win a race before you and then becomes your teammate and then becomes wdc. That they were on this collision course before they even became teammates and Seb had barely been in the sport yet. And LIKE that quote from Mark about Seb about "kids with no experience" and Seb crying in his garage, crazy.

4. Turkey 2010

I have such a fondness for "WHAT THE FUCK ARE WE DOING HERE!? WHAT A STUPID ACTION! I'M GOING HOME! FUCK YOU!"(to the point where my friends who know nothing about f1 know about that quote by proxy bcs I quote it so much") I think it's interesting how much Martian's conflicts revolve around team orders and disobeying radios. It's funny bcs in Turkey 2009, a very similar situation to both Turkey 2010 and Malaysia 2013 happens, them telling Seb to stay behind Mark bcs of whatever reasons. And in 2009, Seb is clearly 🫤 about it but obeys but then goes on to try to overtake Mark in 2010 and fails, but then succeeds in 2013, very interesting to see how that dynamic evolves and grows more toxic! But by far the best part about Turkey 2010 is them having to take that "Us in our Get-Along T-Shirt" pic 😭 it's so funny and I wish they'd do press releases like this nowadays

5. That Monaco 2021 interview where Mark interjects about knowing the meaning behind the coins in Seb's race boots

It's just very sweet to me. There's some post about it on here that explains how meaningful it is, but I don't feel like searching for it, so I'm kinda just paraphrasing that. But like imagine them having a conversation where Seb explains it to Mark and the meaning behind it, and like probably a decade later, Mark still remembers it in perfect detail, enough to remember about the specificities about which coin goes in which boot and why.

Obligatory mentions: Malaysia 2013 of course(but I wanted to mention others, but Multi-21 is a given when considering crazy Martian moments), Australia 2016 podium, Mark's various Instagram forays during Seb's retirement, that one interview where Mark grabs Seb from behind while Love Will Tear Us Apart plays, when Seb sat on Mark's shoulders, anything of them from Abu Dhabi 2022, etc etc

[scarletttries]

To See You Smile Part Two: Pancakes and Coffee (Warrick Brown CSI Request)

Pairing: Warrick Brown (CSI) x Reader

Word Count: 1k

Request: "Can I have pt 2 to my Warrick Brown request where after breakfast they go to his house and it leads to fluff smut (nothing to explicit) with [ TRAIL ] sender runs their finger down receiver’s spine + kisses down the body?"

Author's Note: Congratulations on 700 followers lovely! Here is my little gift to you and all the other Warrick Brown girlies <3

Pancakes and Coffee:

You had always been told that dating someone you worked with was a bad idea; that it would make things awkward and complicated in a place that you needed to be able to focus in. But as you sat across from Warrick, easy conversation flowing across the table as he teased you for how much syrup you put on your pancakes and in return you insisted there was no way he actually enjoyed drinking coffee black, no first date had ever felt so easy. So when he asked you if you wanted to see his place before he drove you home, you couldn't say no.

"I wasn't expecting company after an 80 hour week, so apologies if it's a bit of a mess." He held the front door open for you as he rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed as if his home was anything other than spotless. Silver and chrome surfaces glistened like it was just a show home, the only personal touches a few framed photos of what must have been his family, and a surprisingly wide range of books littering his shelves.

"Are you kidding? A professional couldn't make my apartment look this neat!" You laughed, watching Warrick smile at the sound before gesturing to take your coat. You shrugged it off your shoulders, feeling a ripple of anticipation rising in your stomach as his rugged hand just slightly grazed the back of your arm.

"Why don't you take a seat, I'll make us some coffee, with cream I promise!" His joy was infectious as he moved through his small kitchen, seeming far more relaxed in his little home than he ever did in the lab. You watched his shoulders slide down his back as he got comfortable in his natural habitat, trying to settle yourself down as well by picking one side of a grey loveseat that rested against his living room wall.

"I had a lot of fun at breakfast." Warrick said warmly as he settled beside you, setting down two matching mugs on the oak coffee table.

"Me too, it was easily the best first date I can remember going on." You replied honestly, feeling a warmth flush through your cheeks at the confession. He nodded thoughtfully as he turned his broad shoulders to face you, looking deep into your eyes.

"Okay, so it was a date, that's good to know." He chuckled smoothly, leaning forward slowly as he spoke, "because if that was a date, it means I can do this." On the final word his lips met yours, full and soft and plump as you leaned into him, embracing the moment you'd been picturing since your first day at CSI. Your hands found his chest as he groaned at your touch, lips capturing yours more passionately, threatening to never pull away or breathe again. His fingertips brushed over your arm, sending electricity through your body and leaving a trail of goosebumps where he'd been. As his hands found the nape of your neck, he held you tightly, slipping his tongue past your gasping lips and savouring the taste of you with every movement.

One hand held your cheek in place while the other slowly trailed down your spine, the sensitivity arching your back so your chest pressed right against his.

"I've wanted to do this for so long." He sighed out as his lips reluctantly left yours, only to catch the underside of your jaw, beginning their journey on a sloppy trail down your throat that had you nodding in agreement, sighing out his name and earning a very content groan from Warrick in response.

As his hand gradually reached the bottom of your spine, settling on your lower back, your whole body felt alive, forcing you to squirm against your seat as he continued his assault on your neck, knowing if you wore a turtleneck to work next week it would be all because of him. Warrick felt your hands slip around his waist as your hips wriggled against his couch again and, unable to keep you out of his grip any longer, his arm snaked around your lower back pulling you onto his lap, sure it would be a much more fun place to feel you shifting in your seat.

"I think we should spend our day off together more often." He purred with a cocky smile, his tight grip on you letting you know he truly meant it.