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a-kaash-me-outside · 2 years

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𝕚 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕒 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕠𝕣𝕪

ᴋᴜʀᴏᴏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ᴛsᴜᴋɪsʜɪᴍᴀ ~ 10k ᴡᴏʀᴅs (exactly) ✧ nsfw ✧ minors dni!! ✧

slight voyuerism, overstim, threesome, super sweet aftercare uwu

truthfully was not a kuroo simp before this and then i wrote this piece and now i’m literally so in love with him absolutely so soft for him so take that as u will

"I have a question for you.”

Before you've even turned over to face him, before you can even see the expression on his face, the one that looks like he's trying so hard to hide the mischief and failing miserably, you know that this question will not be a simple feat. "Kinda ominous that you started out with that and not just asking me the question," you say, flipping over on your side, propping yourself up on your elbow, "but I'll bite. What's up?"

“We’re close enough for me to ask you this question, I think,” he says, matching your position, jaw resting in the palm of his hand as his elbow sinks into the pillow beneath him.

“Considering you were literally inside of me about 15 minutes ago, it worries me that you only think we’re close enough,” you retort.

"If you would be so willing," he starts, the facade already slipping and the real intent shining through as he ignores your comment.

You cut him off, squinting at him and trying to pinpoint what emotion exactly is floating to the surface. "Seems less so now, but go on..."

"I need your help with something," he states plainly, innocently, despite the fact that you know whatever else comes out of his mouth won't be.

"You sure are dancing around this question, Kuroo," you reply.

"I have this theory, right," he pauses, giving you just enough time for your brain to start to wander, but not enough time to flesh out the details, "centered around limits and, well, someone exactly like you." The smirk on his face is in full view now, no remorse and no concealing the way that the corner of his lip pulls upward towards his narrowed eyes or the way they scan you, slowly, but not critically.

“What kind of limits?” you ask, skeptical now and just as equally intrigued.

"Ones that involve you being completely naked and having a lot of trust in me and Tsukishima," he explains, as plainly stated as he possibly could for the words that he just spoke.

There are a million things that want to come out of your mouth, but the only thing that actually does is, "I'm sorry, what?" The shock doesn’t come from the thought of you being naked in front of him. You’ve done it plenty of times before and felt completely comfortable doing so. Honestly, you always have. It’s one of the perks of the fluidity of your relationship, the casualness of it all, more than friends, definitely not partners, some weird blend of best friends and fuck buddies.

It isn’t about the trust either; you trust both of them completely. It’s the combination of the two. The only time that you hang out with Tsukishima is around Kuroo or in big group settings. There are a handful of names that could’ve come out of Kuroo’s mouth that would have made more sense than Tsukishima, someone that you’ve barely had solo interactions with, let alone shown any sort of romantic or sexual interest, no matter how attractive you thought he was or how much sexual interest was actually there.

He doesn't respond, just gives you time to soak in what he's said, so you continue, "What do you mean by 'someone exactly like me', like it has to be me or…”

This time he answers straight away, looking directly into your eyes, giving you something to focus on as your head spins around the proposal. "It has to be you, but there's no pressure, is what I mean."

The vague praise makes a heat rise into your cheeks. Has to be you. You push past it, worrying that if you linger for too long, Kuroo will definitely start to notice. "But what kind of limits? You didn't really answer my que-."

“The more you know, the more prepared you'll feel and the less accurate and genuine your reactions will be," he explains, pausing to let you get the full effect of every single one of his words. "But you can trust me and Tsukki," he continues, "We'll take care of you."

You’re silent, taking a moment to collect your thoughts. And then it clicks. "Are you asking me if I'll have a threesome with you and Tsukishima? Is that what you're asking?" you blatantly pose, trying to figure out if this is some weird, convoluted way of approaching a difficult situation.

For the first time tonight, and maybe ever, you've shocked Kuroo, his demeanor faltering until he clears his throat. "Kinda? I guess," he starts, not really looking at you, but thinking, mulling over the question in his head before shaking it and back-pedaling, "I really want to test this theory that I have and Tsukishima agreed to be my assistant and," he turns the palm that’s not supporting his head upward and takes a deep breath, "will you help me?"

"Like, by take care of me, you mean...," you trail off, knowing that he’ll fill in the blanks without you having to reach for it.

He moves closer to you, smirking at your curiosity. "I mean exactly what you're thinking." He pauses, wondering if he should take it as far as the thoughts in his head, and then he does, “just like I did tonight.”

You rush to respond, to distract yourself from the feeling that’s rising into your core, the one that’s making your heart rate quicken and palms begin to sweat. “Yes, Kuroo, I will have a threesome with you and Tsukishima. All you had to do was ask,” you tease, your voice just as strong as you need it to be.

Kuroo lets out a laugh, short and light, before wrapping his fingers around your wrist gently, extending his fingers against your palm and stroking the soft skin. His entire aura changes in an instant, the cockiness and complex fading away, leaving behind a look of sincerity and concern. “Seriously, though, if you don’t feel comf-.”

Your response is instant, almost instinctual. "I trust you," you say because it's true.

His smile reappears, more confident now as he presses a quick kiss into the side of your hand, his eyes boring into yours as he does. “Good.”

The way that you were envisioning it, you were so absolutely sure that the science aspect of it would be pushed to the side. You knew that Kuroo was a science nerd at heart, sure, but there was no way that that would take priority over the fact that no matter how you sliced it, you were about to have a threesome with two very attractive men.

Walking into Kuroo's house feels exactly like every other time you've walked into Kuroo's house, nothing ominous or altered about it. You kick off your shoes in the exact same way, you call out Kuroo's name in the exact same way, you throw your things on the side table right next to the door in the exact same way, and yet, Kuroo doesn't greet you in the exact same way.

Kuroo doesn't greet you at all.

It's Tsukishima that you see first, and who sees you first, and it's only then that you realize how different tonight has the potential of being.

Still, you raise your hand in a nonchalant greeting, murmuring some sort of pleasantry that doesn't get returned to you. He only offers a small, "Hey." You can't get a good read on him, on whatever he's feeling, and it's so much different than Kuroo.

With Kuroo, you could read every emotion that he wore, even if it was only there for half a second. You're not sure if that's the result of who Kuroo is, how long you've known him, or how well you know him. Either way, it was a luxury that you didn't have with Tsukishima, his eyes looking you up and down, but not saying another word or giving way to whatever he was thinking.

You ignore his lack of reciprocation and ask him directly, "Do you know where Kuroo's at?"

"Sorry!" Kuroo calls from the other room, not letting Tsukishima answer, though you're not certain he would've. "I was finishing setting up. You're early."

"Yeah! Well, I made the first train so I didn't have to wait for the late one," you explain, the small talk feeling so foreign. "I hope that's okay," the courtesy also feeling very foreign. The air feels equally as foreign and you almost feel like you shouldn't be there.

And then Kuroo flashes a smile at you. He takes two quick, lengthy strides towards you, pushing your hair out of your face and leaning in close enough so that only you can hear him say, "Are you nervous?"

The unfamiliarity that was brought along by the possibility of rigidity fades away as soon as you feel Kuroo next to you, instantly feeling at ease again. You pull back from him, only a few inches to play into the question. “Why would I be nervous?” you ask, tilting your head to the side. “Should I be nervous?”

"You don't have any reason to be nervous, no," Kuroo denies. He takes you by the hand and pulls you along with him. "Thanks again for agreeing to help out. Do you want to get started?"

The formality almost makes you laugh, and you're grateful for it. There is plenty about this situation that could have made you spiral, but just being around Kuroo is making you feel so much more at ease. "Absolutely," you confirm.

You follow him down the hall, your hand still in his despite the fact that you're pretty sure that you know his house layout better than your own. In fact, you're sure that if you were blindfolded, you could find your way to Kuroo's bedroom. The bedroom that you just passed.

You're about to open your mouth, to poke fun at him for missing his own bedroom or to wonder aloud why you were walking so far, but then he stops abruptly in front of a door.

"Your office?" you ask.

He nods, looking down at you and explaining, "Repurposed for testing."

His response surprises you, given the fact that up until this point you were still convinced that this was just a strangely-veiled setup for a normal threesome. The surprise doesn't have the chance to settle before more sets in.

He pushes open the door to his office, but it's not the same as it was the few times you've been in here before. The furniture is all pushed against the walls, making way for a long, steel table in the center of a perfectly white sheet on the floor. Beside it stood a matching, but significantly smaller, table holding a variety of neatly placed, and equally distanced toys. Your gaze doesn't remain on the table long, far more intrigued by the hinged lamp that was positioned next to it, pointed directly at the table, but turned off.

The scene in front of you is like nothing you expected. You outstretch your arm, fingers spanning until they make contact with the table. It's so much colder than you think it's going to be, the chill sending shivers up your arms and throughout your body.

Kuroo can see the overwhelm in your movements and reactions, so he reaches out his hand and places it on top of yours, combatting the feeling of cold that's transferring to your body so easily. "Is this okay?" he asks.

He's not talking about the hand placement, you know that. He's talking about the place that you're in, the company that's downstairs, what he's going to ask of you, to do to you, what the future holds. He curls his fingers around your own and withdrawals them from the table, fast enough for you to forget what the metal feels like against your skin, but not too fast as to startle you.

You remember back to the conversation that you had with him, how much he cared about you feeling comfortable and not pressured. You remember back to how Kuroo's been the entire time you've known him. And then he solidifies it.

"I meant what I said," he mutters into your shoulder, "We'll take care of you. You can trust us. I promise."

He places his hands on your hips, kissing up your shoulder gently and pulling you into him, your entire body weight resting on him. "Okay," you reply, letting yourself relax. "Yeah. I trust you."

You can feel the kisses against your skin turn to smiles before he turns you around to face him, the small of your back resting against the edge of the table. "Can I let Tsukishima undress you?" he asks, your body turning rigid at the unfamiliarity of the concept. "Please."

You don't reply, not fast enough at least, because Kuroo runs his hand up your body and places it under your chin, pinching it gently between his fingers. "What happened to trusting us, to letting us take care of you?" he asks, "Give up control, okay?"

“Okay,” you respond, maybe too quickly as you exhale the breath out of your lungs.

“Okay, what?” Kuroo asks, lowering himself so that he can look into your eyes more easily.

“Okay, I’ll give up control,” you explain. You wait for Kuroo’s response, but it doesn’t come. He stands there, eyebrows raised ever so slightly as he waits for you to continue. “Okay, I’ll let Tsukishima undress me.” Your cheeks feel warm as the words come out of your mouth.

Kuroo doesn’t even acknowledge you, just turns his head towards the entrance, immediately calling out of the room for Tsukishima who appears in the doorway in an instant. “We’re ready.” Tsukishima replaces Kuroo in front of you so seamlessly as Kuroo moves to the smaller table, pushing things around ever so slightly.

“Turn around,” he says, quietly. The words aren’t nearly as loud and commanding as Kuroo’s, but you still want to follow every direction he says. His slender fingers grab the hem of your shirt, pulling upwards as his fingers scrape against your stomach, his hips pressed firmly against the back of you.

Despite how much of your skin that he’s touching and the goosebumps that it’s leaving behind, it all feels so precise, so scientific. You lift your arms, allowing Tsukishima to pull it over your head. You know that if it was Kuroo, your shirt would have been in a heap on the floor 15 seconds ago, but Tsukishima is taking his time, to tease you or not to make any mistakes, you’re not exactly sure. He straightens out your shirt, folding it in half, tucking the sleeves, and then folding it in half again, before setting it down gently onto the corner of the smaller table.

His fingers are moving with so much care, each tiny movement planned and meticulous, and it’s affecting you far more than it should be. He snakes his arms around your waist, unbuttoning your pants, pulling down the zipper, navigating through touch alone. The contact brings you a comfort you didn’t expect, relaxing into Tsukishima’s arms and resting yourself against his chest. You feel him tense, lose his poise, if only for a beat. He slides your pants off, hooking his thumbs into your underwear and dragging them down in the same motion.

His hands don’t linger longer than they need to, but God, do you want them to, wish they would hover over every inch of you just light enough so that you could feel their presence. He doesn’t even need to touch you. You just want him to be there. “On the table,” he directs, breaking you out of your escalating thoughts. He folds your pants with the same amount of care, in half, matching the hems, and then in half two more times, setting them on top of your shirt.

You listen without acknowledging, climbing onto the table. “On your back,” Tsukishima specifies. You nod this time, hands bracing the table as you lower yourself slowly until your back is flat against it.

You’re not sure what shocks you more, how cold the metal is or how hard it is. There’s no forgiveness in the solid sheet you’re lying on top of. You arch ever so slightly in reaction to the sudden change. Tsukishima’s hand lies gently on your stomach, pushing, not harshly, to counter your movement, until you’re flat on the table again, embracing the uncomfortability of the material.

It’s Kuroo, now, that towers over top of you, looking down at you with a look so void of lust and filled with authority and inquiry. You feel so exposed. You’ve been naked in front of Kuroo so many times before, but this feels like an entirely new experience. “I’ll explain,” Kuroo says, distracting you, if only for a moment, from how on display you feel.

“It all started with an observation,” he kneels down right next to your face. You turn your head to face him. His eyes are still, concentrating on yours as he speaks. “Sex with you is incredible.” And now you know why he keeps his eyes trained on yours, the effect showing so strong within them.

“So I was thinking, why is that? There are some obvious reasons,” he says, smiling as he pulls a reaction out of you once again, “but more than anything else, I think it’s because of how determined you are to hold off on your first orgasm.”

You blush at this, at the fact that he notices it in the first place and the fact that he’s saying it aloud with such pride. It doesn’t make complete sense, though, in your brain, why that would equate to the sex being incredible. He answers your unspoken question.

He stands up, no longer worrying about how affected you are by what he says. “You focus so hard, so intently, on not coming for as long as you can so that your first orgasm is unsurmountable. Am I wrong? That would be really awkward if I was wrong.”

You shake your head, because, of course, he’s not wrong. You’ve always loved holding it, thought it made the pay off so much sweeter, and it definitely did. He knew it too.

“So, then, I had a theory,” he says, walking to the foot of the table, placing both of his hands on each of your ankles, pulling them apart. “that you would stay so strong in the beginning, but then, as time goes on, you would crumble away so quickly until you had absolutely no resolve left.”

Your jaw falls open so subtly, but Kuroo notices, doesn’t try to hide his smirk as he does. “All you have to do,” he starts, “is wait to come for as long as you possibly can.” He runs his hands up your calves, massaging into them, and pushing up until he gets to the insides of your thighs. “Can you do that for me?”

You nod, slowly at first, because you’re not even sure that the movements are conscious, but then you feel his thumb digging into your thigh, rubbing pressured circles into the muscle, and a verbal confirmation following a breathy whimper leaves your mouth.

“Great. Tsukishima, tell her the spiel,” Kuroo says, lifting his grip from off of your thighs so suddenly that another whimper breaks from your lips. Kuroo doesn’t even acknowledge it as he starts picking things up from the table beside you.

“We’re working on a colored system. If at any time you’re feeling like something is moving into a place where it’s too much to handle, say yellow. We’ll stop, make sure you’re okay, slow down, adjust. If at any time, it’s too much and you need to stop for good, say red. We’ll stop, help you however you need to feel okay again,” Tsukishima explains, his hand resting on your arm the entire time, the touch helping you focus on every word.

“If you can’t speak, three firm taps, squeezes, contact of any kind, whatever you can manage. Just three, repetitive motions, okay?” he asks.

“Okay. Yellow, red, three touches. I got it,” you repeat, nodding along, and then tacking on a, “Thank you, Tsukishima.”

You’re so focused on Tsukishima’s words and the grasp that he has on your arm that you only notice Kuroo lowering himself next to you when he’s already there. He’s rubbing his thumb against the pads of his two fingers, pulling them apart meticulously as a string of liquid connects them together.

He reaches his hand down, careful not to get the liquid on anything other than where he’s aiming. His fingers hover between your legs, not making any contact yet, just lingering. He speaks at the exact moment that he dips his fingers between your lips, the coolness of the lube rivaling the metal on your back when you first came into contact with it, “I’m going to let Tsukishima fuck you first, okay?”

Air draws into your lungs quickly, a small, sharp inhale both from the words and the feeling. “Okay,” you reply.

Kuroo rubs the lube between your lips. He lets his fingertips graze over your hole, teasing it, gently prodding, but not inserting them, not yet. “More lube,” he says, pulling his fingers away from your hole, but still between your lips. He rubs your clit with the length of his digits, letting the bundle of nerves slide between the creases of his fingers as you watch them intently.

Tsukishima uncaps the bottle, letting a generous stream of lube pour onto your pussy, the excess dripping between your legs and onto the table. Kuroo adds another finger, rubbing the pads of them over top of your lips, repetitively moving them up and down until he slips the middle one inside of you.

“I’m going to stretch you out first,” he tells you, as he pushes as deep as he can go, his other fingers resting against your ass. Both Kuroo and Tsukishima are watching you so closely, your body language and your facial expressions and the way you move when Kuroo adds another finger and then another until his three fingers are slowly stretching you.

He slides his fingers in and out of you, reaching down with his other hand to rub your clit. You hum at the additional contact, feeling your own wetness add to the lubrication between your legs. Kuroo’s fingers feel so good, but they’re not deep enough. “Tsukishima’s going to fuck you now,” Kuroo says, no confirmation at the end of it this time. Still, you nod.

“Move to the end of the table,” Kuroo says as he removes his fingers from you. You listen immediately, scooching to the edge, legs dangling off of the side as Tsukishima positions himself between them.

Tsukishima has his fist around his cock, stroking the length steadily, rubbing lube over the top of his head as he moves closer to you. The unfamiliarity of it all is setting in, your breath quickening as Tsukishima places one hand on your knee, spreading your legs open even further. He rubs his head between your lips, letting your wetness spread over the tip before pushing inside of you.

He grabs the undersides of both of your knees, holding your legs up and pushing them into your chest as he gets deeper inside of you. He’s not as thick as Kuroo, but he’s so long. You let your head tilt back into the hard surface, gazing up at the ceiling as you concentrate on each inch being inserted inside of you.

He’s so deep and he just keeps getting deeper, pushing into you until his hips are directly against your thighs. You can barely catch a good breath, looking up at him, seeing the bliss in his eyes before he starts moving, pulling out slowly and pushing back in even slower.

You can feel it building up in your stomach as he continues the repetitive motions, but it’s nothing you can’t manage. You look directly up at Tsukishima, staring into his eyes as he thrusts in and out of you. You want to tell him to move faster, but you know that you should pace yourself, know that Tsukishima is probably giving you exactly what you need for how early it is in the night.

“Tell me, how long do you think you can hold it when you can’t breathe? When you’re concentrating on staying conscious instead of holding your orgasm?” Kuroo questions, positioned directly next to your face, pumping his fist around his cock. “Open.”

It’s like they’ve planned it. The second that Kuroo finishes the word open, Tsukishima starts fucking into you faster, holding you in place by your hips as he thrusts so deep inside of you. He lets you feel his entire length slide in and out of your hole, not sacrificing anything for how fast he’s getting.

You can barely part your lips before Kuroo’s head is between them. He pushes his hips forward, spreading your lips with his girth and your mouth feels so full so quickly. You weren’t a stranger to Kuroo fucking your throat. You both loved it. But there was something so different about it when you could feel another cock ramming in and out of you.

He pushes into your mouth slowly, your jaw opening as wide as it needs to compensate for how thick he was. You can feel the underside of his cock slide against your tongue, the head driving into the back of your throat, gently prodding at it before withdrawing.

It’s harsher this time, the thrust inside of your mouth. You can feel the spit coming from the back of your throat and coating him as he messily fucks your mouth, your lips stretching around him. His head rams against the back wall so rough that you gag violently. You can feel Kuroo stroking the sides of your face, his hands migrating down to your throat as he massages his thumb into your airway.

He pushes his cock as deep as it can go, your nose against his hip, but he doesn’t pull back this time. He just keeps it there, blocking any air that begs to come through. He reaches down, plugging your nose so that there’s absolutely no chance of you getting any oxygen. You don’t know what to concentrate on as your head feels lighter.

Tsukishima’s thrusts into you haven’t stopped, have only gotten more ruthless as he watches Kuroo abuse your throat. He’s so deep inside of you that you feel like you can feel him in your stomach, but the longer that Kuroo holds his cock in your mouth, the less you can feel it. Your eyes are shut tightly because you can’t see straight anyways, and your head hurts, and you’re opening and closing your fists because you’re starting to not be able to feel them.

“Switch with me, Tsukishima,” Kuroo says, pulling out of your mouth right before you would have pushed him off.

He moves so quickly, Kuroo, to get between your legs, and when he’s positioned there, he doesn’t hesitate for a second. He slides inside of you, grunting at how tight you are around him. He’s not as deep as Tsukishima was, but you can feel how much he’s stretching you already. “Fuck, Kuroo, I’m so fucking full, fuck,” you groan.

He fucks your tight hole faster than your throat, harsher than your throat. He’s being relentless, knowing that he’s the one that wants to make you come for the first time. He wants to be the one to feel you tighten, to ride your high with you.

But not yet. You focus on your Tsukishima’s cock in front of you, capturing his head between your lips and then sliding them down his length, taking him inside of your mouth and then as deep down your throat as you can manage, your fist stroking anything you can’t reach. You concentrate on how he tastes, the noises that escape him. You do everything in your power to ignore what’s going on between your legs, on the mess that Kuroo’s making of you, because if you thought about it, even for a second, you’d be coming all over him.

You concentrate on how your tongue swirls around the head and how the tip fits so perfectly in the slit. You concentrate on how your body twists so that you can massage his balls with your other hand while still stroking the rest of his cock steadily, building speed as you feel his balls tighten. You let his head glide against the back of your tongue, swallowing around him, letting your throat massage the length.

It doesn’t take much more of this meticulous care that you’re giving Tsukishima’s cock or the sight of your entire body bouncing from the force of Kuroo’s thrusts for Tsukishima to come down your throat. He grabs hold of your hair, moving your face at the exact speed that he needs as he uses your mouth just like Kuroo did.

You feel his cock pulse between your lips, your mouth a tight ring around him. It coats your tongue, bitter and warm, and you know that Kuroo is probably so jealous right now. Tsukishima doesn’t stop moving his hips, pushing the cum deeper into your mouth. “Will you swallow for me?” he asks, the first thing he’s asked of you all night. How could you deny that?

You don’t remove his cock from your mouth, you swallow around his length just like you did before. He groans at the feeling of your throat tightening around his sensitive cock, but he doesn’t move. You hollow your cheeks as you pull off of him, sucking any last drop.

It all catches up with you the second that Tsukishima’s cock leaves your mouth. You barely have time to swallow the cum that’s left in your mouth before you’re struggling to control your orgasm. You were working so hard to ignore it before, but you can’t now, the feeling of him fucking into you, still stretching you apart somehow.

Kuroo rests his fingertips on your stomach, his thumb flicking your clit exactly how he knows you like it. You can see how insistent he is on pushing you to your limits and as much as you want to curse at him for testing you, you just don’t have the mind to. It feels so good. He’s making you feel so good, a string of curses and his name flowing from your mouth as you try your hardest to channel the pleasure into something else.

“I’m going to come inside of you,” Kuroo says, slamming inside of you harder now. The sentence makes you swallow harshly. You’re so close, so fucking close from the repetitive motions and how thick Kuroo is and how full you feel. He can see it on your face, loves watching you lose control like he has so many times before. It’s his favorite part. He wants to watch you unravel from him, and only him. “Tsukishima, stop touching her,” he commands, so harshly that you feel the dominance of the demand. Tsukishima removes his hand from your shoulder that was lingering there from before.

“You’re so close,” Kuroo breathes, chest heaving as his grip tightens onto your waist, holding you in place as he pounds into you. “I know you’re so close and you’ve been so fucking good for me, waiting, holding off on coming, but I’m going to break you now.” A whimper falls from your lips. You feel so conflicted. You want to just let go, but you know that you have to try harder than you ever have.

“Try to hold it for me, baby, but I’m going to break you. I’m going to come so deep inside of you, and I’m going to fucking break you,” he spits, a look of determination now on his face.

His cock is ramming in and out of you, knocking the breath out of your lungs as soon as it enters, the sound echoing around the room and back at you, definitely not helping the vulgarity of the situation or your determination. Your eyelids close tightly, trying to find some sort of grounds, anything to concentrate on instead of how crude and how good Kuroo looks over top of you.

“Open your eyes, baby, look at me. Look at me,” he coaxes, his hands moving from your hips to your chest, dragging them down your body leisurely, letting you feel the pressure and contact on every part of you. You listen to him, opening your eyes just in time to see him licking his lips. His gaze isn’t on yours, but rather, on you, scanning and staring, and somehow that’s worse.

“I’m going to come inside you,” he repeats, “so fucking deep. I’m so close.”

“I-,” you start, interrupted by the abrupt slam of his hips against you, “I can’t hold it, Kuroo,” you admit, shaking your head, eyes watering, core tightening.

“No?” he asks, and you know that he’s patronizing you, and you just can’t bring yourself to care. You shake your head harder, the tears dripping down your cheeks.

“Can’t,” you mutter. “Feels too good.”

“Fuck,” he says under his breath. He comes first, draining inside of you so deep that you’re convinced it’ll never come out. You can feel his cock twitching with every stream, can feel him still as he takes in his own orgasm, but then he starts to move again. He’s no longer focused on his own pleasure, on taking the time to savor the feeling of his cock buried deep inside you, painting your insides.

He pulls out of you almost completely and fucks back into you even harsher than before. You were completely ready to come on his cock solely from the depth and the pulsing and how full you were feeling, but he’s regaining the momentum that he lost for only a moment. In fact, it’s faster now, more brutal, intent on doing exactly as he said, breaking you, not just making you orgasm, but absolutely destroying you.

His name is the only thing on your mind, the only word that you know at this point, and you can’t stop saying it, mushed together in a string of incoherence, getting louder and louder until you’re screaming.

The orgasm takes you harder than it ever has. Your core cramps, your chest rising off of the table, folding into your knees, your forehead colliding with Kuroo’s chest, resting there for only a moment before you violently fall back into the table. Tsukishima’s there to catch you, his hand placed gently under your head as you crash into it. In any other scenario, you’d feel bad, but you’re quite positive that you couldn’t feel any ounce of bad right now, no matter what happened.

Your body is overcome by pleasure, spreading out your entire being, electrifying everything inside of you and out. Your skin feels like it’s on fire and your hands are closed into fists so tight that you can feel the marks your nails are leaving. Your legs are shaking so violently that even Kuroo’s strong hold can’t stop them. And at some point, your screams for Kuroo turn into high-pitched nonsense and then into silent sobbing.

You know that you had to have been breathing, it lasted far too long for you to go without air, but when you regain control, when your body starts to calm down, and the feelings all subside, you can’t see straight, can’t breathe right. Your mouth is open, gasping for air and expelling it just as quickly and severely. You don’t know what you look like right now and you’re not sure you want to know.

You close your eyes, your entire body sensitive to even the tiniest breeze, and even more sensitive to the fingers in your hair, stroking and petting as you regain composure, and the dull nails scraping against the insides of your thighs, but not far enough to make you convulse again.

You move to sit up. Your core is on fire, but you need to feel some sort of control. You don’t get very far. Kuroo’s hand immediately braces your shoulder, “I’m not done.”

Your mind still feels foggy. You’re barely able to understand exactly what he means. He moves you back to the center of the table, gently, slowly, but the touch still makes your skin feel hot. “That was only the first part, remember?” he asks, spreading your legs apart so slightly, your thighs still touching. “The rest of the theory was about you crumbling away so quickly until you had absolutely no resolve left. That’s the more fun part.”

Even with the pleasure still taking over your brain, you understand. You hear each word and only now do you feel the implications of them for real. Your body already feels exhausted, spent, so tired, and he wants to put you through even more.

He walks over the table, using tissues to clean himself up before putting his pants back on, letting you recover for a little bit longer. He grasps one of the toys in his hand, the wand, and you’re already feeling your resolve slip away.

He spreads your lips apart. “Can I trust you not to move or should I strap it in place?” he asks before pushing the head directly into your clit, a gasp escaping you as your back rises off of the table. It’s not on, but the pressure of something against your sensitive clit makes you flinch.

“Understood,” he replies to your reaction. “Tsukishima, the belt,” he motions his head towards the table behind him. Tsukishima moves quickly, grabbing the leather strap from the table and snaking it under your thighs. Kuroo moves the wand carefully, lying it in between your closed thighs, your lips wrapped around the head which is pushed into your clit, covering the entirety of it. “Tighten it,” Kuroo commands.

You’ve never seen Tsukishima listen so well without a fight to anyone, especially Kuroo, but there was something in his eyes that you couldn’t quite place, an emotion floating between eagerness and inquisition. Your stare is trained on his fingers as they position the belt over the top of the handle and tighten the strap so that neither your thighs nor the wand can move at all.

“Are you ready to test my theory?” Kuroo asks, standing next to your head, stroking your hair gently as he waits for your reply, a low, confident, hum. “Great. Turn it on, Tsukishima, slow.”

The wand presses into your clit harder as Tsukishima pushes the dial forward. You feel the click first, the signifier that it’s on, and then you feel the vibration. It’s low and weak, but enough to make you jolt at the feeling. If it wasn’t strapped to your thighs, the wand would already be out of place.

“How does that feel? Can you hold it?” Kuroo asks, his hands moving from your hair, grasping onto your shoulders. You hum again, but it’s not in affirmation or denial this time. It’s just a sound, a reply without intent, because honestly, you’re not sure. The vibration is weak against your clit and yet as the seconds tick by, despite the fact that Tsukishima hasn’t touched it at all, it feels like it’s getting stronger, like it’s affecting you more.

Kuroo’s hands move, sliding down your neck and over your collarbones as he rubs them over your chest. His thumbs brush over your nipples, purposefully. The pleasure from your chest spreads throughout you, overlapping the pleasure of the vibrations and you feel almost pathetic from how close you already are.

Kuroo rubs your nipples between his fingers, harshly, rolling them in between the pads repetitively. You arch your back as much as you can, pushing your chest into Kuroo’s grasp, showing him how desperate you’re feeling without saying anything. He listens to your physical beg, uses his whole hand to massage your chest, thumbs still skimming over your hard nipples as his fingers dig into your skin.

The vibrations don’t get stronger, but the pressure does. Tsukishima pushes the head of the wand into your clit harder and it’s getting almost impossible to stay still or to stay quiet. “Kuroo, I- I’m close,” you mumble through half-closed lips.

“Already? That’s great,” he says, stopping just short of a laugh. He continues, “I’m not going to turn it up. I’m just going to let you come from the lowest setting.”

The orgasm reaches you so much softer this time. The build-up is so slow, so gradual, and so are the effects that it has on you. You can feel yourself flood. You roll your hips into the vibrations as much as you can. It’s not breath-taking or life-changing like the one you had witnessed just minutes ago, but your body feels warm.

It only takes you a few beats to catch your breath again, but the wand is still on, moving against your sensitive clit, and Tsukishima reaches down and rolls the dial. The vibrations intensify and the embarrassment of how little it took you to come last time is nothing in comparison to now.

It takes so little for your chest to rise and fall dramatically, the airflow matching the quickening of your pulse and the closeness of another orgasm. “More,” Kuroo says, but it’s not to you. He’s looking directly at Tsukishima. He watches how far he pushes the dial, how much stronger the vibrations come. “Good.”

“I’m- I’m-,” you stutter, not able to say anything else as your eyes close quickly. The orgasm hitting you again, faster and more abrupt this time.

“Fuck,” you whine. You don’t have to tell him. He knows. He can see the way he’s wrecking you with each continuous orgasm. He strokes your jaw, pushes the hair out of your face, wipes the sweat off of your forehead.

“I know, baby, I know. It’s okay,” he coos.

It pushes you over the edge, the extra touch and his words. It’s more intense this time, the feeling that washes over you. It’s not as extreme as your first one, but it’s getting there. You lift your knees off of the table, the wand pressing harder between your legs as you rock against it.

“Look at you,” Kuroo gushes, watching in awe, “Even strapped together, you’re still squirming to make yourself come.” He shakes his head, standing up straight. “Well then, do it. Make yourself come again,” he orders.

You don’t move at first, not exactly sure if he’s serious or just taunting you, but then you see the look of expectancy in his eyes. You slowly bring your knees into your chest again, circling your hips so that the head moves against your clit in a repetitive path. It doesn’t take long for that, coupled with the continuous, almost abusive vibrations to bring you there.

“That’s it. Make yourself come. Move your hips just like that,” he mutters, staring down at your every move. He acts like it’s completely up to you, as if the wand between your legs wasn’t put there by his hands, as if the way you’re moving and grinding isn’t specifically for his eyes, because of his words. “Come for me, again.”

And you listen, not intentionally, just because your body wants to do whatever he wants it to do. You hug your legs, arch your back, driving the wand as harshly against your clit as it can be. You rest your forehead against your knees, moaning into the small space you’ve created, muffled by your own skin and limbs.

As soon as it’s finished, you slowly relax, letting your legs uncurl, the backs of them lying flat against the table once again. You brace yourself on your elbows first before lowering your back as well until you’ve returned to your original position. The vibrations aren’t stopping. You don’t even have time to catch your breath.

Kuroo moves to your side, standing directly across from Tsukishima, and places both of his hands on your legs, holding them down, thighs pushed roughly against the table so that you can’t move at all. You can’t spread your legs or lift them. Any amount of small control you had seconds ago is now completely gone. The only thing you can do is lie there and submit.

It’s Kuroo, this time, that pushes the dial, stretching his finger while keeping his hold on you in place. He lets his finger rest against the wand, feeling the muted vibrations that are coming from the handle. For some reason, knowing that Kuroo’s the one in control again, that he’s the one towering over you and watching you convulse under his touch, brings you closer than the vibrations do.

“Kuroo,” you whimper, his name falling off of your tongue so easily considering that it’s the only thing on your mind. You don’t know whether to beg for more or to concede, welcoming defeat. “Kuroo,” you repeat, begging, but still not sure for what.

“What, baby? Do you want it higher?” he asks, finger moving to the dial again, but not pushing it until he sees your reaction.

You’re nodding, on instinct, with pure need, or just to make him proud, you’re not sure. He smiles at you, “Good girl.” And now you’re sure.

He pushes the dial until the vibrations are so strong that it almost hurts, and yet, the dial doesn’t click again or hit a barrier. Your stomach is in knots just from the contact of the head against you. You regret asking him to turn it up. It barely feels good anymore, the constant, intense buzzing between your legs, but the stimulation is still pushing you towards an orgasm that you’re not sure you can handle anymore.

When you come, the good is good. It might have even felt better than the first time. Though, it doesn’t matter much, because it lasts for mere seconds. Settling in behind it is just the most intense feeling you’ve ever experienced. It doesn’t hurt, necessarily, but it definitely didn’t feel good. It almost felt like your entire body was cramping. You wanted to convulse with the motions, feel each wave as it barrelled through you, but you couldn’t move, held down by strong hands. And when it finally fled, the only thing you could feel was how sensitive you were.

But the vibration didn’t stop. No one moved to turn it off, not even with your whining and whimpering, so you opened your mouth, letting your pleas fall out. “I can’t. I can’t. I can’t. I’m so sensitive, Kuroo. I can’t,” you ramble, shaking your head against the table.

“You can, you can. You know the system, right? You know what you have to say for me to stop, right?” Kuroo asks.

You nod, eyes shut tightly. You didn’t need him to stop. You could handle it, but the words still pour from you. “I know. I know, but I can’t, I can’t.”

“Tell me. Tell me you know what you have to say, okay?” he tries again. You can’t see the look in his eyes or the concern on his face, barely pick up on the tone of his voice and how serious it sounds. He knows that this is the first time you’ve done something like this and wants to make sure you’re safe.

“Yes, fuck, I know what I have to say, yes. I know. I don’t need you to stop,” you say and then correct yourself, “I don’t want you to stop. I just, I’m so sensitive. I can feel everything so much and I’m so sensitive, Kuroo,” you babble.

“I know, I know. You’re doing so good,” Kuroo says to you, and then he talks over top of you, directed at Tsukishima, “Turn it up.” The confirmation gives him what he needs to push you even further.

You’re so focused on the imminent, unbearable sensation, that you don’t even see Kuroo turn on the light. You feel it before anything else, the warmth that the light creates and how quickly it becomes excruciating. Sweat drips down your forehead, glides past your temples, forms on your stomach, and under your thighs, letting you slide against the table. It just makes everything so much more intense.

And then you feel the click of the dial, the signifier that it’s up as high as it goes, and you’re cursing so many things that have played a hand in this. You’re cursing the company that made the wand and Kuroo for being so sadistic and Tsukishima for helping him and yourself for agreeing to this. You’re trying to move your mind anywhere other than how hard the wand is vibrating against you.

You know that you’re talking, you think that you’re talking. Your mouth is open and it feels like words are coming out, but you don’t know what you’re saying and you can’t hear them. Tears are streaming down your face, steadily, not overwhelmingly. Someone’s, you’re not sure whose, and it doesn’t really matter at this point, touches you, moves to stroke your arm. You can hear yourself now as you bark, “Don’t touch me,” regaining enough control of yourself and your voice to add a softer, “please” onto the end.

You lay there on the table, your body feeling excessively hot in every facet, with a buzzing between your legs that if it was any lower wouldn’t even be affecting you right now because you feel so numb. Everything is heightened. You can feel everything. The light, the air, the warmth, the breath on either side of you, the way that the breath is cool against your skin, the way that the breath is moving, slowly, blowing onto your shoulder and neck and stomach. The contrast of the stimuli makes you feel some sort of balance, some sort of ground.

Your orgasm takes you by surprise. You could feel everything at once, but you couldn’t feel the sensation approaching. You’re positive that you’re screaming because there’s no way you can’t be. Your throat feels sore and the tears haven’t stopped and you reach your arm out, grabbing onto whatever you find first, squeezing into it so hard, your fingernails digging, digging, digging until your hand is shaking so hard that you can’t manage to control it anymore.

It’s so much. It’s so much. It’s almost too much. The second that you’re off of this short high, you know that the sobbing will come. You can feel the tears and the tightness in your throat. You can see yellow flashing in your head. You’re not at your limit. You’re not hurt, but if they don’t slow down, you’re going to be very quickly. The word is traveling up your throat, graces your tongue, but doesn’t get the chance to leave your lips.

The vibration stops.

“You’re done” is the first thing that you hear when you regain awareness. Kuroo repeats it again, “You’re done, baby, you’re done. Can I touch you? Is that okay?”

You nod because, despite the fact that you’re trembling, that every inch of your skin feels like it’s on fire, that’s really all you want right now. The flinch still comes when he touches you, rests his hand on your cheek, so he hesitates. If you had more energy, you’d lift your own and put it on top of his.

“You did so well. You did so well,” he repeats, leaning in closer to you and rubbing his thumb against your cheekbone. “God, you did so good.” You can’t respond, but you hope that he knows how much that means to you.

He lets you lay there, not moving you or rushing you, but just letting you recuperate as long as you need to. The second that you’re able, you talk, “Tsukishima, can you unstrap my thighs?” It’s more of a mumble than a strong sentence, but he gets the point, working just as slow and methodical as before, perhaps more so now. You can barely feel him when he brushes against your skin, numb now from the consistent vibrations.

Without the constraint on your thighs and the object between your legs, you automatically feel like you can breathe easier now. “And the light,” you mumble. It’s not a question, but it doesn’t need to be. The light is turned off in a second, the heat fading quickly without the intensive brightness. You hum, now, content with the environment you’re in and the company you’re with.

“I know you probably want to fall asleep right here, but we should get you into bed,” Kuroo mentions, his hand still in the same place against your skin.

“Kuroo, I don’t think I could move right now if I tried. My legs are completely numb,” you say, “Literally if the house caught on fire, I would die here. There’s no way I could even stand right now.”

He lets out a breathy laugh. “You most certainly would not. I would save you.”

Your eyes are closed softly, but you still roll them, and you hope he notices. “My hero.”

“Come on, I’ll carry you. You can’t recover correctly from all of that if you’re in this room on this table, okay?” he asks.

There aren’t many things you would deny Kuroo of right now, with his voice as sweet as it is and his touch as soft as it is, and carrying you into his room to be more comfortable is definitely not one of them. Your eyelids flutter open and you’re finally able to see Kuroo looking down at you and Tsukishima watching the two of you.

“Okay,” you agree.

“Can you put your arms around my neck?” he asks, leaning down and snaking his arms under your knees and your back.

“Fire, Kuroo, remember, fire,” you reiterate, “No, I could not crawl myself out of this building.”

“You won’t have to bear any weight. It’s just for support.”

You oblige, using all of your energy to lift your arms and lock them around his neck. They hang lazily and you know that if he so much as moves you in the wrong way, they will fall heavily by your sides. His steps are careful, making sure that they’re not too fast or too harsh and you’re so grateful for it.

Tsukishima pushes open the door to his room and Kuroo carefully steps inside, careful not to bump you into the doorway. He lays you down in the center of his bed so softly that you can barely differentiate being in the air and surrounded by mattress. “There’s water on the bedside table that you definitely need to drink,” Kuroo mentions. “And do you want the TV on or the fan?”

“No, I’m okay. This is nice, I think. I do want a t-shirt, though,” you say, not wanting to be this exposed anymore.

“Yours or mine?” he asks, already halfway to his dresser.

“Yours,” you call out, “something really baggy.”

He grabs a shirt from his drawer, walking back over, and handing it to you. You accept it graciously, putting it on over your head slowly, the clean fabric against your skin one of the only sensations that feel acceptable at the moment. “Thank you.”

“Well, you should get some rest, okay?” he says, leaning over and kissing your forehead. “Hydrate first, though. I’ll be in the living room if you need anything at all.”

You nod, finally relaxing. The bed is so comfortable compared to the harshness of the metal that you were lying on before. It melds against your body so perfectly, conforms to every curve, but you can’t even think about falling asleep. Your mind is still racing, wandering, active, despite the exhaustion you’re feeling so heavily.

“Wait,” you say with the last ounce of strength you have. Both of them stop in place, Tsukishima already halfway out the door. They’re looking at you expectantly, waiting for whatever you have to say or request, but you can’t get it out. It feels weird, almost, that after everything that just happened you would feel uncomfortable saying anything at all to them.

“Do you need something?” Kuroo asks, already moving back towards you.

“I-,” you start, face feeling hot at such a silly request, “I don’t really want to be alone right now.” You’re not sure if you’re imagining it or if Kuroo really does ease when you say it.

“You want us to lay with you?” Kuroo asks, closing the gap, already by your side again.

“I don’t have to if you guys want to be alone,” Tsukishima says, his voice so small it almost goes unnoticed.

You shake your head, “I’d like if you’d stay.”

You’re positive that Tsukishima doesn’t mean to show the look of shock on his face, but he does. You feel the bed sink on one side as Tsukishima walks back into the room and by your side. You flip over towards Kuroo who holds the glass of water out in front of him. “Water first,” he says. You listen, taking it in your hands as well as you can for how spent your muscles still are. The bed behind you shifts, a hesitant hand rubbing the small of your back.

It takes a few moments for you all to get comfortable, to get into positions that fit, to meld together as perfectly as you do, but when you do, you never want to move again. Tsukishima’s pressed up against your back, his hand gently on your hip. Your head is pressed against Kuroo’s chest, listening to his heartbeat and timing your breathing with it.

The room is quiet and your mind is still racing, but with the company in the room, you feel so content. “Thanks for taking care of me,” you say to both of them.

“I said we would, didn’t I?” Kuroo responds, leaning down to kiss the top of your head.

“I mean, that’s not exactly what I thought you meant,” you murmured.

Tsukishima doesn’t reply, just rubs the bit of skin he has contact with. That’s enough for you. The three of you lie there in silence, syncing your breathing, only ever disturbing the peace with rustling of the sheets and clothes until Kuroo speaks again.

“You know, the scientific theory is based on the fact that your hypothesis is retestable and comparing the results to make sure that they’re in accordance with each other,” Kuroo says into the darkness.

“Tsukki, please hit him for me,” you say, knowing full well that if you weren’t the most exhausted you’ve ever been, you would have done it much more justice.

Tsukishima reaches over you and hits Kuroo’s shoulder so hard that you can feel the effects of it in his chest. You can’t help but laugh, and Kuroo does too, so lightly, and yet, you can feel it against your ear. You feel the safest you’ve ever felt in this moment alone.

“Give me a week,” you mutter.

Kuroo responds far too quickly and eagerly, “Yeah, I mean, of course, whatever you need.”

Part of you thinks that come a week, you’ll regret the words that just came out of your mouth. Another part of you realizes the exact place you’re in, the way Tsukishima is still softly rubbing your hip, and the way Kuroo’s laughter is still taking over your mind. That part of you feels the fabric of their clothing and your own and the sheets beneath you. That part of you knows that even when you were as pushed as you were, you felt safe. That part of you knows that they know you better than you know yourself.

That part of you knows that you could never pass up an opportunity to give up control, to listen to these men and trust them completely. You could never regret that.

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watcher-etern-sealedaway · 12 days

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for mwarch: Skizzpulse 20? secret relationship skizzpulse will save me :3

teehee yesyes i will oblige very much so

i loved writing this so much and may write more with this dynamic uwu :3 I HOPE U LIKE IT AS MUCH AS I LOVED WRITING IT

PRONOUNS imp: he/him/his/himself | ce/cir/cirs/cirself | te/tyr/tyrs/tymself skizz: he/him/his/himself | ey/em/eir/emself | ae/aer/aers/aerself

word count: 786 (holy shit i entered a fugue state what happened)

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Impulse hooked one of the window slats on his claw and peeked down into the streets. The city was completely quiet at night. Bdubs was nowhere to be found and few seldom visited this late.

A bright white flash streaked through the sky and landed gingerly on the sidewalk. The figure was lightly luminescent, looking around the streets and then down at a piece of paper they held in their hands.

It took a while for them to find the place indicated on the paper. They slipped into the door at the bottom of the building Impulse watched from.

Impulse's pointed tail flicked back and forth in excitement as ce waited. A few minutes later, the door to the small apartment opened a crack and a soft white light streamed through.

"Imp? Ya in here bud?" Skizz asked from behind the door.

Impulse couldn't help but let out a deep purr at the sound of aers voice. He pulled the door fully open and swung his arms around Skizz.

Skizz laughed as ey stumbled back against the weight of eir partner, "Woah there, I haven't even stepped in the door!" Ey fluttered their glowing wings.

Impulse hung with tys arms around Skizz's neck, "I missed you," te said with a faux-pout. "We haven't gotten to be together in so long."

Skizz ran his hands through Impulse's hair, settling his fingers around cir horn. A contented rumble escaped cir throat as Skizz nuzzled into cir hair. Skizz's ordinarily silent aura shimmered faintly into view and emanated a happy thrum.

"Finally alone, though. No one around to find us out," Skizz said.

Impulse grabbed Skizz's hands and pulled aer across the room. Impulse flopped over the side arm of the couch, dragging Skizz over the edge with him.

Skizz yelled as ey went tumbling on top of Impulse, landing with a thud. Impulse grunted with a smile on cir face, laughing with Skizz.

Skizz's wings came to rest over both of them. They stared into each other's eyes, blanketed in Skizz's soft angelic light. The world outside the window wasn't important. Not when they had each other's eyes.

Vibrant azure. Shimmering gold.

Impulse raised his hand to Skizz's face, tracing a line down from aers temple to aers cheek. Pressing his claw against aers skin with just enough force to make Skizz melt.

Skizz sank into Impulse and met his lips to tyrs. Impulse was warm, hot even, in a way Skizz never felt except when he was with tyr.

Impulse threaded cirs hand through Skizz's hair and pulled em deeper into the kiss. Eir lips were cool, freezing even, in a way Impulse never felt except when ce was with em.

They eased into each other's touch. Every time, it was a slight shock to feel just how opposite they were. Every time, it got easier to give in. It got easier for Skizz to submit to Impulse's warmth, it got easier for Impulse to embrace Skizz's chill.

The kiss felt like it lasted for hours. The only light in the room was emanating from Skizz's wings, which had wrapped around Impulse. Impulse responded in kind, tangling cirs tail around Skizz's leg.

The only sound in the room was Impulse's demonic purrs and the faint pleased hum of Skizz's angelic aura.

That is until there was a knock at the door. Impulse and Skizz instantly separated, staring at each other with wide-open panicked eyes.

"Where do I go???" Skizz whispered urgently, jumping to eir feet.

"Uhh.. Uhm," Impulse looked around as ce stood up off of the couch.

"I thought no one would know about this place!" Skizz said.

The knock came again. Impulse's heart started beating out of tyrs chest.

"Just stay behind the door!" Impulse said.

Skizz stood flat against the wall, aers aura going silent but aer wings growing in brightness.

Impulse swung open the door, "Gem! Heyy.. What's up?"

Gem's ears flapped, "Was just going by on my nighttime flight... And thought I'd ask you if you could help me with a redstone thingy in the morning," Fae said.

"Oh! Yeah, uh- Sure thing!" Impulse replied with an awkward chuckle.

"Were you talking to someone?" Gem raised faer eyebrow while fae looked around in the apartment.

"Nope! Just me haha! I come up here when I need some peace and quiet," Impulse said, a bit louder than te intended.

Gem's eyes fell on the gap between the door and the carpet, where Skizz's light was peeking through. Her expression dropped into a smug look, "Alright, Impulse. You have fun being alone with your peace and quiet," She chuckled and left.

Impulse closed the door, revealing Skizz staring at him.

"So fae..."

"Yup."

"And fae's going to..."

"Probably."

"We are never going to live this down, Dippledop."

"Just shut up and kiss me again."

~~~~~

the intention is that gem is going to mercilessly tease them, not out their relationship before they're ready

#ask #mod etern #sealedaway writing #skizz #impulse #skizzpulse #fanfiction #hermitshipping

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fic-heaven · 3 months

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Hi chickie. I saw the other day on a random TikTok that some soldiers eat steak and lobster when they are about to do a dangerous mission that will probably cost them their death. Can u write something like that with someone of your choosing?

Steak n' lobster (Gus x reader)

Angst.

🐥You know who imma'bout to choose uwu.

Btw I didn't know it meant straight up death?? I thought they ate this when their deployment extended or smth but I don't know.

Very short short!!

"Say, where is this mission happening exactly?"

"Do you really need to go solo?"

"Is the captain aware your knee is still recovering...?"

"Mi vida, you'll text or call me whenever you can, right? I don't doubt your habilites, no, no, no... I'm just..."

Worried. He was worried.

Normally you'd tell Gus all about your missions, even stuff you were not supposed to share. But this time when he bombarded you with questions about this particular mission you were assigned to accomplish alone so far from the base and this bloody country, you didn't give him clear answers insisting you couldn't share much about what your unit was cooking. In truth you weren't lying.

Price had strictly ordered you to stay quiet about the matter, specially about the fake death you had to play in order to keep the enemy off your radar so you could spy on them. Your captain knew of the "unprofessional" relationship you had with Gustavo Rodriguez, and as much as he supported your love for each other he pressed you to NOT tell Gus a word about this or else... You never asked what "or else" implied. But when the topic waltzed around Gus, you made sure to straighten your back and obey as long as you two could still remain side by side.

Thanks to SpecGru's alliance with 141 both parties shared a base facilitating your collaborations immensely. Sincere this wasn't SpecGru's main HQ, one of it's leaders amongst some squads resided here and that's how you and Gus met.

It fist started with a tease during a rescue mission, later he invited you to share dinner with him on his table, one thing led to the other and you two shared a bed countless nights after that. It's been over a year and a half and your bond did nothing but strengthen. But this mission... You were sure It'd break him... And you were feeling guilty as hell for accepting, but you didn't have any other choice. This was your job after all.

"Gus. Baby..." You breathed out in a slight warning tone when your lover shot you the seventh question about this mission.

His eyes were calm but concerned as he sat next to you on your table in the far corner of the mess hall where no one could disturb you two, his food was long forgotten as his gloved hands approached taking yours, his thumbs brushed your palms in encouragement for you to continue. "Dime."

How could you tell him? Price had forbidden you from speaking a word about your future fake death and yet. You look at your lover's eyes, so warm and full of open affection and concern, his discomfort about not knowing where you'll be heading and for how long was clear in his golden irises. Gus' characteristic playful demeanor was non-existent when it came to your safety, soldier or not, you will always be his princess, his love, and later in a few months, with little luck, even his fiance.

"There are some things we have to do in this line of work... Some... Unfortunate decisions have to be made, and sometimes not by ourselves but by our superiors..."

The Rican didn't like the way this was going, olive skin went clammy with sweat as the thousand bad thoughts he have been having this whole morning projected in real life. You couldn't meet his intense stare but you did squeeze his hands reassuringly as If reminding him that you were here, that you were real, as if whatever you were about to say would change his life for the worse.

You opened your mouth to continue but suddenly Soap made presence in your table, here to bring you your food tray and the sight was enough to rob the words from you mouth and for Gus to abruptly stand up with a scandalized look.

Steak and lobster.

"You can't. I forbid it." He scoffed, his voice shaky. Golden eyes glared daggers at the food tray Soap was nudging your way in silence.

"Gus-"

"NO!" The loud yell from the Rican followed by the loud clash that came from his fists colliding against the table rattling the trays echoed through the mess hall, a thousand heads turned your way.

But the only stare that caused you stress at that moment was Price's. The captain was leaning on the wall right behind Gus, his face was enough to get the order right. There was no time for your last meal, you had to sail right away.

"Forgive me, love..."

#call of duty modern warfare #cod #gustavo rodriguez #my gustavito #call of duty #mi osito gordito #gus x reader #chickie asks #gus call of duty #specgru #gustavo rodriguez x reader

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emeowwww-blog · 10 months

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Fyolai ~ Shortfic + oneshot "I think I can love you"

This is the first writing thing I have ever posted here ._.

im sorry i wrote this in 30 mins it makes absolutely no sense UwU

No NSFW (Sadge /j) BUT some TWs apply: Mentions of past trauma, mentions of gore, mentions of death.

WC: 1833 (Ik its short im sorrryyyyyyy)

THERE WILL BE SOME RUSSIAN IN THIS STORY BC I LITERALLY CAN'T WRITE FYOLAI W/ OUT USING MY LANGUAGE (I HC them using both formal and familiar "you" so shhhhhhh) Just trust that it isn't that important to the story translate it if u want~

"I think I can love you."

‘Love’ was a word that Fyodor didn’t understand. It was overused. The Greeks had some greater idea of love, with words for different types. As for now, present day, love could be used for anything from appreciation, to desire, to lust, to joy. Love, the emotion, was perhaps the hardest to understand. Fyodor had never felt love for another person. His mother always told him how much ‘love’ she felt for his father. He heard teenagers talking about loving this boy, or this girl. Love was not an emotion he was capable of feeling.

It had been this way for decades. No matter how many people claimed to love him, he turned them all away. Looking back, there was one person he had accepted into his life.

One person who he allowed himself to befriend.

But that wasn’t love. That was tolerance.

Loving Nikolai Gogol was not a possibility in the slightest.

“Dos-kunnnnnnn~” Nikolai whined over his shoulder. “Stop pacing!”

“Вы сука- quiet, Nikolai.” Fyodor waved the man’s words away. “I’m thinking.”

“But it’s midnight!”

“And this is exactly why I was hesitant to share a room with you.”

Second of course is that he would likely kill me in my sleep…

Death at least seemed like an upgrade from life. Nikolai had expressed his urge to kill Fyodor before. It wouldn’t be long before he attempted again.

“Fine then. I’ll sing myself to sleep~”

“No-”

‘Спи, младенец мой прекрасный,

Баюшки-баю.

Тихо смотрит месяц ясный

В колыбель твою.

Стану сказывать я сказки,

Песенку спою;

Ты ж дремли, закрывши глазки,

Баюшки-баю.’

“Stop it.”

Nikolai continued his odd rendition of Cossack.

По камням струится Терек,

Плещет мутный вал;

Злой чечен ползет на берег,

Точит свой кинжал;

Но отец твой старый воин,

Закален в бою:

Спи, малютка, будь спокоен,

Баюшки-баю~

He ended his song on a long note, slightly changing the meaning of the sound. Nikolai’s voice wasn’t exactly professional, but it was soothing. More soothing than Fyodor would have liked it to be.

The Cossack was one of the only memories from his childhood. Its notes were seared into his brain, along with the voice of his mother singing it every night. She would say, ‘Спи, федецчка, будь спокоен, Баюшки-баю.’ for the last line, a smile on her face.

That smile was now gone.

The new grin he saw every day belonged to a man. A man dressed in white and black with multicolored eyes.

“Dos-kunnnnnnnnnnnnnnn~ come to bed nowwww~”

“Not after that, clown.”

“Come onnnn, you know you love me~”

For some reason, the joke broke his stoic demeanor.

“Like I could ever love someone, let alone you!”

The night was spent restless, memories of that desecrated church, the worshippers coughing up blood, Fyodor standing at the altar with a face lacking emotion. They deserved to die, and yet he still had horrific dreams about it every night. Dreams where Nikolai was in the crowd, where the blood covering his well-worn ushanka was not his, but that of the boy in white.

In these dreams, Nikolai was the only person left standing, crimson dripping from his nose, mouth, and eyes. He would smile, and say something. The words were always unintelligible, his throat filling with blood.

Crime and Punishment didn’t only affect the criminal like its name suggested. Anybody who ingested the poison flowing through the veins of Fyodor Dostoyevsky could be brought down with a wave of a hand. Including the people he cared for.

Today, the dreams changed.

He sat in the first pew, carefully counting and recounting the 33 buttons on the Priest’s coat. Likely made of pure gold. The eyes of the worshippers around him were glazed over, their minds lost and withered to a spell. Everything was methodical and repeated.

Like usual, Fyodor opened the bible in front of him to recite along with the Priest.

“For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.”

The same line. Romans 8:38-39. At the same time as usual, Holy Communion was announced. Fyodor stood up and volunteered to help. A single drop of his blood was added to the wine chalice. The wine and bread was passed around.

Once the Priest drank, Fyodor activated his ability, standing behind the altar. A shriek rang out from the back pew, and people began to clutch their throats as blood poured from their lips. The man beside him coughed up the foul red liquid. The plan had succeeded, yet Fyodor felt no joy. There was no happiness or sadness from killing. It was simply meant to be.

A boy stumbled out from the dark space behind the pews. A boy dressed in white, with multicolored eyes. Blood dripped from his face and onto the floor.

“Nikolai?” Fyodor asked, horror seeping into his expression.

Nikolai smiled, crimson welling up like tears. Or maybe they were tears, stained red. They ran down his cheeks from his eyes. He appeared to be crying.

“What did you do? Did you take the poison?” The dark haired boy ran down the steps, clutching his wooden cross.

Nikolai nodded.

“No.” Fyodor grabbed Nikolai’s hands, shaking them, “You didn’t.”

Nikolai smiled again. But this time, instead of failing to speak his final words, they escaped from his throat.

“I love you Fedya. I always will.”

Fyodor awoke to moonlight streaming across the floor upon which he laid. He had refused to share the only bed in the room with Nikolai after his outburst. Why the inn couldn’t supply them with a double room, he didn’t know. His anger was silly. The word love shouldn’t trigger such a reaction out of a grown man. It shouldn’t be a product of his nightmares.

And yet here he was, trembling from a dream already fading away. The voice of child-Nikolai echoing in his ears.

I love you Fedya, I always will.

How tempted he was to say he loved him back. A temptation that he had never felt an inkling of before. Did the dream change because of what Nikolai had said just before he fell asleep? No. He wasn’t able to love. He wasn’t able to love Nikolai, and he never would. His longing was an illusion. An illusion where the only cure was denial.

Denial led to spending the rest of the night lying awake on the floor until the first light. His eyes closed, the glow from the sun placating his nightmares.

“Dos-kun? Wake up~ you’re shivering.”

Nikolai hovered over Fyodor’s half-conscious form, waving his hand in front of his eyes.

“Are you sick?” He pressed his fingers to the man’s forehead, murmuring at the heat spreading into the tips, through his gloves. “Seems so.”

“Nnnnhh… stop…” Fyodor whispered. He didn’t get sick, yet it was hard to deny the lethargy that spread through his joints as he lay on the floor. “I’m not sick… Nikolai-”

“Shhhhh.” The white clothed man swiped the pad of his thumb across the other’s lips, effectively silencing the feeble protests. “Let me care for you.”

Nikolai was acting rather differently from usual, but Fyodor was much too exhausted to question it. Placing a damp cloth on his forehead after transporting him to the single bed, Nikolai rested his hand on the other’s.

Warm and cold, yin and yang. Their hands fit like they were made for eachother. And as Fyodor drifted in and out of sleep, his grip on the other became tighter.

“Don’t let go of me.”

Nikolai’s face contorted in surprise, but he sat back down nevertheless. Fyodor was his reason for living, and making him feel comforted and happy was his ultimate goal. The only thing left was to get Fyodor to tell him he loved him. He must love him. He had to. Nikolai loved him, so why wouldn’t Fyodor love him back? Wasn’t that how it worked? It seemed that way on the television. If the main female loved the main male, then he loved her back automatically. Female and male…

Fyodor slept through the day, mumbling odd prayers and lines from the bible in his delirium. Nikolai couldn’t pick out many words, as he seemed to be reverting back to his northern Russian dialect, softer spoken.

Until he recognized one:

Followed by a name:

“Don’t die, Kolya”

No. Fyodor claimed he had forgotten that. Claimed he had left the event in the past. He gripped the sick man’s hand tighter, willing their skin to meld together, to switch bodies and end his suffering. Nikolai knew the nightmares personally. If Fyodor, his Fedya, was still experiencing them now, how long had they been plaguing him?

“Fedya, wake up” The man tried to shake the other awake. “Please wake up. Nothing will hurt you. I’m here.”

No response.

“Please. I promise I'm here. I’m not dead.”

One word left Fyodor’s lips, “...Что?”

The language of their childhood that they rarely spoke in conversation anymore. They used it to talk in secret, not uttering more than a few words. Occasionally to annoy the other (Nikolai’s singing). But never personally, too many memories surfaced.

The song.

It elicited a reaction before, but would it work again?

“Я здесь, Федя. Я здесь”

‘Спи, младенец мой прекрасный,

Баюшки-баю.

Тихо смотрит месяц ясный

В колыбель твою.

Стану сказывать я сказки,

Песенку спою;

Ты ж дремли, закрывши глазки,

Баюшки-баю.’

His voice broke slightly when he saw Fyodor’s eyes flutter.

По камням струится Терек,

Плещет мутный вал;

Злой чечен ползет на берег,

Точит свой кинжал;

Но отец твой старый воин,

Закален в бою:

“Колыа?” Fyodor whispered.

Finally:

Спи, малютка, будь спокоен,

Баюшки-баю~

Nikolai smiled genuinely at the sick man in his lap, “Все кончено. Я здесь. И я-”

“Вы что?”

“Мне так жаль. Я чертовски сильно люблю тебя, и мне так жаль, что я заставил тебя это сделать. Я причинил тебе боль и-”

“Вы любите меня?”

Oh fuck. He did not mean to say that, “...Да.”

“Oh god.” Back to English.

“What?”

“Kolya. I think I love you too. I think I can love you.” He hiccupped as a sob broke from his throat, “Don’t leave me, I don’t want you to die.”

Nikolai didn’t know whether this was delusion from illness or serious, but he allowed himself to hope. A single tear escaped his eyelashes and fell onto Fyodor’s chest, right on top of his heart.

“Are you serious?”

“... Yes. Fuck, I’m not sick.” tears continued to flow down his cheeks.

Nikolai cried too, “You are.”

“Don’t leave me again… please”

“I won’t. Never again.”

#writing #fanfic #fyolai #bsd fyodor #bsd nikolai #bungo stray dogs #gay #writing xx

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onedismay · 7 months

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Mass Effect Tag Game

Stole this thing from @messydiabolical. :)c Anyone is welcome to steal it from me as well!

I am a fan since: Forgot what year it was but I remember ME2 had already been out for a while before I bought ME1. But I caught up quickly and got to experience the release of the Arrival DLC in real time. :D

Favourite game of the series?: It's hard to pick between 1 and 2, but I'll say 2 because the concept of loyalty missions is MY JAM. Also ME2 is my favorite graphics-wise, it's got that high contrast I love so much. (hate the simplified skill trees though)

MShep or FShep?: Most of my Sheps are fSheps because the character creator for mSheps isn't versatile enough for me. :( Where's the long hair! Let me look impractical!

Earthborn, Colonist or Spacer?: I might slightly prefer Earthborn. I enjoy playing characters who've had a rough start in life and made some bad decisions, but grew up to become decent people anyway.

Biotics or Tech: Can't pick, I like variety!

Paragon or Renegade: peace for everybody in the galaxy :') But I reeeaally love the Renegade eyes so I do have some mean Sheps as well.

Favourite Class: I used to main the Infiltrator class but in my most recent run I really enjoyed the Adept. Hard to pick a favorite but I do know my favorite class is NOT the Sentinel, it always feels clunky to me somehow.

Favourite Companion: Tali or Javik. Kaidan and Thane are nearby too. Tali's character development feels very natural and wonderful to me on every playthrough and I always love to see it. Javik is a fave because he's haunted and completely alone and that combo always hooks me like, I MUST see to it that this sad man has at least one nice thing in his life.

Least favourite Companion: It's the writers' fault but Liara. It gets really old when the same companion treats you like her love interest in all 3 games no matter what. I haaaate forced hugs in roleplaying games, don't put me through that, it'll ruin the character for me.

My squad selection: In my most recent playthrough it was unsurprisingly Javik and Tali. But I also ran with Vega quite often in the early game and I kinda missed him in the end game, haha.

Favourite In-game romance: Kaidan, especially with mShep because I really enjoy a slow burn of several years. 🔥

Other pairings I like: I am motioning at my blog and presenting to you Tazzik and the Shadow Broker...... no i don't have anything else to offer at this time

Favourite NPC: I like all these shady-ass salarians like Anoleis and Jaroth and Maelon and Linron (yes) (no i'm not defending her, i just find mean characters interesting sometimes) and Chorban and probably others. Valern isn't all that shady but still a fave. Charn! And Balak, I always look forward to finding out how my Shepard reacts to him. Zaal'Koris vas Qwib-Qwib I always loved you and I knew you were the best admiral before ME3 ever happened

Favourite Antagonist: the Shadow Broker, I was so into the mystery in ME1 and man I was not disappointed when we got the reveal. I would have loved to learn more about his early life.

Favourite Mission: ME2's Suicide Mission because I lovvve how it's a culmination of all your previous actions. It felt really scary and chaotic on my first playthrough and like anything could happen. Now I know all the mechanics so nothing surprises me, but I still look forward to seeing every little detail play out.

Favourite Loyalty Mission: Tali. Also Mordin. And Samara, ugghhh I love Omega and I love playing bait uwu

Favourite DLC: Hmmm I love about half of LotSB very much but I might like Bring Down the Sky more as a whole? The mood is great, it's not super long, and nothing about it annoys me. :D I've only played the Leviathan DLC once so far so I'm not confident enough to call it a fave yet but I liked it a lot, too.

Control, Synthesis or Destroy: I just wanted an ending where we finally talk the Reapers down and they go "yeah u right actually, let's not fight anymore. :( handshake?". All this star child borderline magic stuff is kinda goofy to me. I've picked Destroy almost every time tho.

Favourite Weapon: Recently enjoyed the Blood Pack Executioner... Historically I've probably used the Widow the most. Also I LOVE the way the Revenant looks but I can't stand using it myself lmao. My hand hurts just thinking about it.

Favourite Place: nnnoooo there's so many good places. I adore the Shadow Broker's ship, first of all. Such a cool concept. Noveria for the snow and miserable people. Feels like home. I loved visiting the Migrant Fleet! But my absolute favorite place is probably Omega because it's so rough yet there's still a weird sense of community.

A quote I like: The first that came to mind is "I have a home." Idk, I don't really remember quotes unless they're repeated over and over and by that point I start hating them.

#mass effect

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castle-dominion · 1 year

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c3x18 one life to lose

Is this a porno...? Who killed Sarah? Interesting music & scenes... Martha <3 Operate a sponge? Speaking of hair? Why did he say it out loud? Does he usually? Martha come! Do smth productive! She's so right. MR: Richard darling, you are neither trained nor professional.

A writer! Why would anyone want to kill a writer? KB: Oh castle, so many reasons Castle where did that even come from? There are only three reasons to commit a murder. Yo that's a really cool death tbh. Axe severed the spinal cord & then her lungs filled with blood & she drowned??? That's insane! Why does lanie sometimes have a one hour window & today have a four hour window? Lanie <3 CSU has already been in?

Lanie is good, I mentioned how annoying they masculinize & feminize beckett but lanie is literally a mortician/undertaker/coroner/medical examiner/doctor/pathologist dealing with bloody murders, smelly bodies, & she is still the most fiery, sexy, feminine woman around.

Esposito are you flirting? Wow she's flirting right back. espt don't u have a gf? & isn't she right there with a dead body? (just had a fanfic thought: lanie asks to have sex in a coffin, mirroring ryan's previous exploits) KR, softly: Dude JE: Dude KR, firmly: Dude. Hastings: Ditto KR: You also drew a bubble bath & listened to some John Legend? Wow these two are fighting KR: Can we get back to sarah (the literal murder victim) for just one more moment? Look at eachother sus (clipping)

This one's eyes are vibrant. Castle you're an author you MUST know what shippers are. Hun why would u sue the city like that Castle that could be true, except for how dramatic you made it. Tone it down a bit & it sounds legit

Who made the board there? The murderboard guy? Set design <3 I like beckett's scarf. See more, it might be a typing thing.

FCL she died. The american spelling is interesting Yes! Wait no Wow fans. I wonder how ABC would react if we sent a bunch of axes to them demanding our ships get together. (The most popular noncanon ship is rysposito obv so the axes would be sent for them ig.) She calls her parents by their first names? W/e, good for her Mmm stirring coffee.

RC: You know whenever you say the word soapy I conjure up images KB: Castle focus RC: I am KB: On our suspect RC: Oh (clip)

I feel like the writers are sending a message to us the fans... *runs away sus after denying that she was a fan* Let her watch her shows b'y! (they're always making her some hot tomboy muscle car loving gun slinging detective & making her secretly feminine uwu totally lying. Like girl. Don't force her to be masculine in ways that don't fit her, don't force her to be feminine in ways that don't fit her, just let her be a well rounded person.)

RC: That was completely different, that was for research! JE: What was for research? KB+RC: Nothing JE: >:| KB: RC: JE: *shrug, but annoyed* M is murder. She put her appointment for her own murder in her thing (won't clip)

I love the way he says "hey. beckett." & costume update: Esposito has a normal brown long sleeve with a collar; beckett has a nice dark grey vneck longsleeve; castle has his usual, the shirt is grey & I don't see any pattern on the jacket; & ryan has a smile, a tie (red & blue, dark), & a jacket that has a pocket on the front, I love a good breast pocket, this jacket has lapels (& obv he has a pin) but the material is smth I'm unclear on, esp with the pocket, & then he's also wearing a sweater or a vest or smth. (I guess I could snap a pic)

Weird. RC: "Tell us you were alone, it will make arresting you that must easier" It doesn't sound like him. Rick u also know a lot about temptation lane. Also r u texting ur mom?

Did the writers design this episode so we stop talking about rysposito & start talking about esplanie? Wow. Also I don't like esplanie. Esposito is his last name & lanie is her first. It should be esparish. Mother.! Martha their inside source. I'm love. RC: o_o MR: Onscreen RC: *phew* MR: & off RC: 0____0 Holy crap only three weeks & that already happened! MR: gotta go *pushes her boobs up* (dsjkljfsd martha is so great, I think I might clip this)

Oh. I thought beckett was so "omg" bc she was getting a script sneak peak, not bc it was a murder motive lol.

Espt my dude you are in a relationship & like you JUST SAID she is a murder suspect. But I have to admit, watching him wave his hands to get castle into the observation room is rly cute. (CLIPPING) (Cute fistbump too) Lmao chiquitas bananas JE: No. As in the telenovela. I used to watch it growing up with my grandmother. Ok 1- I love how he says telenovela; whenever I speak a french word in english I anglicize it, but when he says a spanish word in english he keeps it spanish. 2- did you grow up with your grandmother or did you watch it with your grandmother when you were growing up? 3- You just said that out loud. You just. Said that. Out loud. Is that smth you want ppl to know? I think it's fine but I'm shocked you thought so too. (but idk how much to clip) It depends on how the system views itself. I have a friend+ who I consider one unit (therefore "a" friend+) but not one person (hence the "+") & it is in like a billion polyamorous relationships within itself, & is also polyam outwardly. With a lot of ppl it isn't out as a system. It dates outwardly as a unit (I think) but is also in inward relationships as I said. On the other hand, I've seen a system where a fronter is dating a fronter from another system, but the other alters within the system are not dating the other system('s fronter). It really depends. Also, you remember this episode?? & you're defending it so do you actually like it or?

Definitely writes death scenes for all the characters. She probably didn't write it all that night tho... Wow language

Just a fur coat. Yeah TV is hard. Writing, writing fast, filming, filming rushed... I wonder what it was like for the team to make this ep

Why is espt telling her abt ryan's findings?

Beckett using castle's writer powers to get out the info XD see he does come in handy! Castle did u lie? Meh it doesn't need to be a lie. Organ harvesting!?

Wow she's very disguised lol. Also does she have segmented heterochromia?

Ten grande for a pair of earrings? How often will you even wear them? Ryan probably wrote notes that cheesy! Just like he read eat pray love! KB & RC: *talking about the case, samebrain* KR & JE: *look at each other* *KR gestures up at them* KB & RC: *standing closer* KR: Do you two practice this when we're not around? :)) (& then espt is looking at em & ryan shuts the case of earrings right in his face) (cliping)

RC: Just trying to keep you on your toes Weird way of saying uniform. Like he was going to say uni but finished the word. Why do we have a scene looking at ryan & espt there? All they do is look at each other. Hi sweetie, is gram there? I need to talk to her. Idk why I like this line sm, i think it's just that it's a representation of family Yeah that's martha.

Castle just kicked down the door!! He actually does love his mom! The actor's version of "show me your golf swing" & it's what like frickin foreplay?

This episode is different. I think. Maybe not. I think it's neat how she says detectives ryan & esposito out loud like that. It's different. Wow. Really is an actor huh. Hey yk what good for him get a movie role. Plagiarism? No the mom. Stage left was honestly not a funny.

Costume update: I love castle's jacket Seperately was implied, castle.

The dress. & the shoes. .. Ooh & the purse! Martha already read thru the script?? NO WHO? WHO MARTHA, WHO?

Hamlet vibes. & there's the hamlet quote. KB: "We already know who the killer is so u'r wasting my time," -Me (won't clip) It's a soap opera, I had to honour the form. I like seeing the TV soap filming of this. & castle mr big dick moneybags famous writer got them to film it lol. Castle mouthing along. Woah a warrant much? yk that's valid but not a valid reason to kill. Castle it COULD HAVE BEEN HERS you ruthless drama queen.

Costume update: Castle is normal, coat & jacket are two shades of brown (but the jacket also has stripes); ryan is wearing a printed dress shirt, tie, sweater (long sleeved vneck, yk, typical dress sweater), & also has a grey coat; espt has a dark dark violet shirt with a black+purple tie; beckett has a feminine striped jacket. I love when stuff that is traditionally menswear is made into women's clothing. It has that masculine professionalism but that elegant femininity. RC: There are no shortcuts in writing KR: Nope but there is to our favourite bar. I found a new route that will get us to the old haunt in 8 minutes. (to espt) You up for a beer? *claps* Come on, *points to castle* I know the owner. (lol that's adorable & it means they actually attend the bar & he tried to find a shortcut & wants to go out with his coworkers/friends, & the little smiles on all of them) & then their three way fistbump thing (clip)

That's a big envelope. Aw he cares abt her even if he teased her. Ah he got it for her to buy her secrets. Aw that's so sweet, honestly! Also fun fact about beckett she got her tonsils removed. People are out there living without their tonsils or without their appendix. Crazy. Josh <3 Hun answer the phone before he hangs up.

Wow martha. Love her. He just shudders XD

not too many good clips, that means I'll be able to fast forward thru this ep, getting my funnies through the subtitles at double speed

#castle 3x18 #castle 3x18 spoilers #castle 3x18 quote #the soap opera episode

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thewarriorkinyt · 2 years

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(Updating soon!, the comic i'm making will be a tad different from what i wrote here since i may change some stuff! So once my comic is out ill update this post!)

I made my own oc named brokie sans cuz i was bored and randomly drew it, i havnt made anything like this in a long time, or writen a back story like this in a long time soooo srry if its kinda confuseing, hope u like it UwU, back story on bottom. Also might change a few things on his past life

(More info soon)

Details about past life:

brokie is from a glitched and destroyed au called broktale, how did it get glitched and destroyed u ask?

Well a long time ago when broktale was first created and now existing in the multiverse everything seemed fine, everything seemed peaceful and normal, they lived together with the humans and other kinds of creatures, untell a mysterious black mist like figure entered the broktale au, the black mist figure walked threw the town,

brokie noticed them an went up to them not getting too close an said "i havent seen u here before, wanna hear a joke i got plenty you wont 'mist' " the figure looks at him with a smiles the face is completly black but total white eyes and white smile can be seen it kinda looked like another sans? and in a deep voice they say "don't worry, im only looking around before i do what i was created for~" brokie looked confused on what the mist figure meant and asked what he meant. Suddenly the air grows colder,

mist figure say "u wanna know what im gonna do~ well since ur not strong enuf to stop me might as well tell you first im going to take ur brother. And send him to my endless black sky and red ground void that i lived in for years after losing my au, i used to be a sans just like you, i used to be happy, untell SOMEONE TOOK THAT AWAY FROM ME, they destroyed my au now im going to destroy yours as well after all ur never going to understand true happiness without experienceing true pure pain"

Brokie says to them "leave now. I don't want u to hurt anyone of us." Mist just laughs and says with a sarcasticaly tone "u really think i'm gonna stop after all these years of getting stronger!?~, oh my words! Your words hit me so hard i think i should stop!" Brokie says back "well if ur gonna stop then leave us alone" mist answers "well guess u don"t understand what sarcasm is now do you" brokie yells back and says "u wanna fight WELL LETS FIGHT! If i win u leave!" Mist says "and if i win ur au is forever gone and ur not allowed to stop me from getting rid of it~. Do we have a deal?~"

brokie... agrees on this deal and they start to fight.

Mist hits brokie and he goes flying and falls into a lake, brokie then jumps out of the water and uses bone knifes and shoots them at the mist figure and they go right through them... Brokie says "w-what... How..." Brokie has this scared, confused, worried look on his face. Mist says "wow, did u forget already?, i could've sworn i said i was stronger then you... Maybe i didn't but guess u really know now~" brokies look says everything, brokie knows he cant defeat the mist figure as brokie looks towards the ground. Mist says "well guess ill help u a bit" the mist figure punches brokie in the face and suddenly black goop like stuff starts forming out of his eye and he starts to turn to goop, and mist starts to destroy broktale, and brokie.. Suddenly started to fade away into dust while seeing everyone he loves and cares about DIE in brute force in the most messed up ways, after killing all his friends and taking brokies brother away into mists endless void, mist touches the ground and black goop starts to spread across the entire au glitching a bit as well, mist looks at brokie an says "guess this is it, well it was nice while it lasted now didn't it" brokie says to mist "I HATE YOU LOOK WHAT YOU DID" mist says "well, does it look like i really care if u hate me or not. I've gotten so much hate i don't really feel sadness at all when u said that, i didn't feel anything in fact" brokie for once is speechless while he's still fading away into dust. After all that mist leaves an brokie is just there in a glitched out au still being destroyed by what ever virus or whatever that's spreading throughout the au consumeing everything...

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honey-milk-depresso · 3 years

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dunno if this has been requested already, but can i get an albedo mc with the vice dorm leaders?? only if u want to :)

An alchemical genius, no wonder Divus favors you over everyone else. An amiable and patient, a kind soul in place. But you spend your time in recluse areas, sometimes having a slight distaste with talking with your peers because of the trouble needed to maintain the social relationship. You love drawing a lot, observing the things around you with curious eyes. Secretive about your past, you love working on many experiments, but know how to take a break. A bit of an oddball I must say.

You're also somehow very good with children, apparently.

Sorry there's no Ruggie, Jamil and Lilia- ;-;;;;;; And had to add in Idia to fulfil another anon's request.

Also pretty boy Albedo, he's so sweet UwU

TWST The patient and experimental alchemist, s/o (Albedo)

Trey Clover

Well, you certainly are quite weird. You usually exclude yourself from places with many people, even if you had met the Adeuce combo first, he doesn't see you around them so often even though the three of you claim you're best friends.

Trey sees you have a thing for alchemy, you love asking Crewel questions, albeit at appropriate timings, and Crewel keeps praising you for making a successful alchemy performance. It's not to become a teacher's pet, but rather because you were genuinely curious and love alchemy in general.

Trey is very appreciative of your calm, patient and kind nature. Heartslabyul is just filled with non stop drama, in fact, all of NRC is. Being with you, makes him feel more relaxed as you both remain quiet, enjoying the peaceful silence, occasional sounds from your pencil when you sketch and small conversations between you two.

He's also appreciating the fact you're wise enough to know how to take a break, so he wouldn't get worried you worry for him tho-.

You and Trey experiment on things related to alchemy science, your way of putting words together while making a hypothesis or conclusion and reason is somehow alluring to him.

Sometimes he sees you drawing in your sketchbook, while peering over it to look at him, eyes back to what you were drawing.

Upon finishing, you show him, and only him, that you drew things like the flowers, plants and trees, but most importantly, a beautiful sketch of him. You look a little shy when you showed him.

He chuckles.

You certainly are a unique one, aren't you?

Jade Leech

How interesting. A quiet little fish sketching away in their sketchbook, looking naive. How cute~ That was Jade's first thought.

He soon realized that you have always been watching him from the start, curious about his anatomy upon hearing he was a mer eel. A sneaky one he is, he peeps into your sketchbook when you aren't looking, discovering how you think his eel form looks like, finely sketched.

Perhaps he might show you? You're so curious as ever. You excel in alchemy, and you hold a passion for it dear, quite adorable may he add. You love experimenting on potions, chemicals, elements and much more, something Jade finds quite amusing, watching you as you stir a concoction in your cauldron.

You're patience and kindness is something he appreciated. Being the vice dorm leader of Octavinelle, isn't very easy. Jade's been running errand after errand non stop, everyone asking for his help with little patience sure gets him to burn out easily. Lucky for him, he gets to relax in the comfortable silence place between you two, occasional conversations brought up is something he thinks about a lot.

He's very keen on unravelling your past; you seem to keep it from everyone. He's not trying to be nosy, but he's just as curious of you as you are with him.

It's only fair he also gets his trade of the deal when he shows you his true form, hmm?~

Rook Hunt

Oh my! What an interesting and refreshing person you are! You have a keen eye for detail, don't you? Observing your surroundings, curious of the world around you, like himself!

Your sense of experimenting is something he admires, and he's more than glad to help you in doing so! He doesn't have to worry about you getting tired so frequently, you know when's the right time to take a break!

Rook is very moved by how patient and kind you can be, especially with him. His poor little soul can't handle the cruel weight of the school!~ You told him to please stop being dramatic- he "wasn't"- Geez-

It's funny how someone who likes talking, well, sort of, is friends with someone as quiet as you. Quite the dynamic you two make. He notices you seclude your self in places where there's zero to none people around, so... he'd be the one person who's always with you.

You're usually patient, so long as he doesn't disturb you too much, and Rook respects you want some quiet peace. And in all honesty, he loves the peaceful tranquility brought about.

He doesn't mind such <3

Ortho Shroud (Platonic)

Ortho finds you very cool!

He thinks you're love for alchemy and experimenting is something his brother would totally love! On the topic of his brother, you do remind him a lot about him. You two like to be alone but for different reasons.

Idia is more afraid of social interaction and awkwardness, but you on the other hand, you just prefer the peace and quiet, and maybe also you don't know how to handle social relationships too well.

That's okay! Ortho loves seeing you draw. Sometimes, he show your drawings to his brother and tells him what's it's all about. Your art is so detailed, fine and beautiful, he's never really seen such artistic talent in real life other than you!

You like showing him what you do, and show him cool things while you perform alchemy like creating an illusion of bright blue butterflies come to life from mixing potions.

It's super cool! And really beautiful! You can even create art it alchemy, so interesting!

I'm sure big brother would love how kind and patient you are! He admires that, and he feels big brother needs someone like you to help him!

He likes seeing you apart of his family, even though it just consists of him and Idia.

You're his other, cool role model, that's for sure! <3

Idia Shroud

Idia is super thankful that you're very patient with him, and that you're relatively quiet. He hates social interaction, the pressure's just too much, and he doesn't know how to keep a conversation going.

So you're quiet nature and being patient when he tries to think of a way to reply or talk to you is very appreciated. He usually just scrolls through his phone, hearing your pencil in contact with the pages of your sketchbook, drawing away. He wasn't going to lie, he think's you're really cute when you're focus on drawing.

Every time you're experimenting with your ace subject, alchemy, he usually helps you, albeit if you wanted him to usually because you just see him there just staring at your cauldron and sometimes you very tempting to want to join you- and he feels a little scared he might mess up.

You reassure him that it's okay to fail an experiment, and thus they are experiments, that they aren't made to be perfect the first time round. By this point, he thinks you're a saint, you're so kind and patient and like- he's just- there

Honey, you are the PERFECT GAMER BOY WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT-

Idia sees you one day sketching a lot, while you look at him intently sometimes. Was pretty nervous about what you were doing, but ultimately melt when you show him you were sketching him.

He's so flustered, embarrassed and happy at the same time because he didn't expect you to draw him, and he wonders why you wanted to draw him, but he's really happy you wanted to.

It makes him feel special <3

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ackerfics · 3 years

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hi rory! omg congrats on 600😫 u became one of my fave writers after reading uni!levi fics and the tpt au, i just had to binge everyth afterwards <333 for your 600 follower event, can i pls request a fluffy uni!levi fic (lungwort) thank you so much <3 love you! and your work! <3

utopia — levi ackerman

— levi ackerman x female reader (modern au)

— prompt: lungwort; you are my life.

— warnings: slight suggestive but all of this is fluff sooo <3

— summary: despite having a relationship with you for only one year, levi thinks ahead, ready to pop a question that's been weighing his mind because he realizes that you're his life --- that you're a walking utopia for him.

— word count: 4.1k

— notes: awww this is so wholesome uwu thank you so much for these kind words !! <33 i feel so honored every time someone mentions that they adore my blog and the things i put here, it makes me so grateful bc without you guys reading my small fics, i wouldn't reach this milestone. i love you, anon, and thank you for requesting !! here's levi and lungwort --- happy reading <33

reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated !! <3

this is part of my 600 milestone event !!

University sucks.

Levi lets out the umpteenth sigh inside his studio apartment, head is thrown back as he stares at the ceiling to blink away the strain in his eyes. It’s been only a few hours of him reading through the new material his professor posted earlier in the morning and he can already feel a migraine starting to kick in. He lifts a hand to massage his temples, a sigh once again escaping his lips.

Ever since the University of Paradis announced that they’ll be starting to adopt a new mode of learning because of the pandemic, Levi was one of the few students who were wary of the proposed setup their university offered. There will still be online classes, only for a certain number of students so that the campus grounds won’t be as crowded as it was before the pandemic. That’s saying something because the University of Paradis is one of the colleges that admit more brilliant minds every year despite the low acceptance rate. Back when face-to-face classes were in full effect, the courtyards were bustling with students going back and forth between their classes; sometimes they were catching up after long lectures or planning to eat outside the campus for dinner. Levi was definitely one of those students. Their little friendship circle, which ultimately consists of only four people, always makes time for each other to hang out if all of them share one period of vacancy. However, as Levi strolled the university yesterday for his face-to-face classes, he couldn’t help but feel a slight tinge of longing for those moments. Lesser students were walking to their assigned lecture rooms—one of his three-period classes only had ten people inside the lecture hall. Even the food hall looked gloomy with less than thirty people eating, their chairs spanning a meter from each other.

In conclusion: as much as Levi prefers things this way—being alone in his little world for once, he can’t help but miss the company of others.

Jolting himself out of his stupor, Levi straightens himself in his chair, groaning at the cracking of his back upon stretching his muscles. With a final decision of fuck it, I don’t want to look at figures and tables anymore, Levi opens his messages on his laptop. His fingers hover over the keyboard as if messaging his girlfriend sounds like a detrimental situation for him to buffer like this. He knows you are watching a video lecture for one of your classes, having texted you a few hours back to check up on you. But that’s the problem, he can’t help but let that fact twist a bind around his hand to prevent himself from typing out a simple request to you. After much deliberation, Levi mutters a, “Fuck it,” before asking you if it’s alright that he’ll call you. Like that fuzzy feeling of him realizing that he loves you for the very first time, Levi leans back on his chair, his hands covering his face while cursing himself for being a fucking wimp. It’s just you, plus, you’re dating each other since sophomore year so why is he acting like when he started developing a crush on you two years ago?

At the sound of the incoming call from his laptop, Levi’s shoulders jump before hastily accepting the call.

He instantly blissfully sighs at the sight of your pretty visage on his screen. Face contorted into an affectionate softness that he reserves for you, Levi’s voice resonates through his apartment as he says, “Hey, beautiful.” Damn, you look so beautiful in that too-large hoodie you stole from him last year.

You wave at him while tidying up your desk, putting away your highlighters, and closing your reference books. “Hi, love. You rarely call when you’re studying. Is everything alright?” You finish putting away your things, looking directly at the screen with an understanding smile.

“Am I disturbing you?” Levi asks, trying to make himself comfortable in his chair.

You shake your head, eyes painted with the colors of affection and adoration that make Levi’s heart skip a beat. “Never, love. I just finished a Microbiology lecture so you’re in the safe zone. So,” you prolong the syllable, “how was your day?”

Levi can’t help but let out the sigh he’s preventing from escaping. “You know, the usual—just some more readings from one of my classes, plus, a couple of papers I need to submit by the end of the week because of fucking professor who don’t know when to stop.” He notices how you want to tell him to take a break so he quickly continues, “But don’t worry, I’m doing fine and I’m eating well, beautiful. I’m still your healthy partner so wipe that frown from your pretty face.” He places his chin on his propped hand, a tired look present on his features. Despite the exhaustion given to him by the university, he’s willing to give one of his rare smiles. It feels nice to talk to you like this but it will be better if you two share the same apartment. However, his mind was telling him that he might be moving too fast, seeing as you’re only dating for only a year, so not yet. He doesn’t want to force you into something you’re not ready for. At least that’s what he thinks. Pushing that thought away from his little moment of serenity, Levi slightly smirks. “How’s my favorite pre-med student doing?”

You groan, burying your hands through your hair.

“Uh oh, that doesn’t sound good,” Levi notes, slightly lifting his head from his hand. “What happened, beautiful?”

You apologetically smile at Levi. “Nothing, I’m just tired. There are so many worksheets but I can manage them. I think.” You wave your hands in front of you as if you’re erasing the narrowed look Levi’s throwing at you, laughing under your breath to calm him down. You truly appreciate him showing his care for you since your boyfriend’s a very reserved person but your conscience is telling you to focus on him as well—both of you stressing out because of the heavy load of schoolwork. “Really, Lev, it’s just a normal thing in our department, too. Now that we have access to the labs because of the face-to-face classes, the lab works are prone to increase. You know how some professors get.”

What you said is true—the science department’s faculty can be pretty demanding of their students, especially to the ones who chose the majors leading to medical sciences. Levi experienced one of their teachers back in a general education class and the workload was much more draining than the ones in his major’s classes. For him, it was a great surprise that he passed that class but at the same time, it wasn’t—with Levi’s meticulous and organized way of revising through his lectures, it was bound for him to pass such a class. He remembers your rants to him the previous year about how your professor made your class run around the campus looking for specimens in your lab work, even pleading for him to pee to help you lessen your search for willing participants. Those goddamn puppy eyes are Levi’s weakness, knowing he silently took the small cup from your hands and made his way to the nearest restroom just because you flashed them at him. At least he learned that there was nothing wrong with him from that experiment of yours. You’re the only one he trusts with handling his pee anyway. Lord knows if your mad scientist of a roommate shook his arm before you, trying to get him to pee in a cup. He might even smack them to the other side of the hallway.

“They’re so fucking inconsiderate sometimes!”

Levi shakes himself from the amusing memory, lightly snorting at your adorable scrunched-up face. “They are,” he agrees, humoring you with slow nods.

You quickly delve into a much more anger-fueled speech about how the professors are getting out of line with their assigned tasks and worksheets but Levi finds himself getting lost in you.

It’s an automatic response at this point. People might call it the honeymoon phase but Levi doesn’t care about titles and labels when it comes to him feeling too much of one emotion for you. It all comes down to one thing inevitably—you being the light in Levi’s life, the blinding luminary that’s always shining on him with a radiancy that he’s not looking away from no matter how bright you get. In just one year, you make Levi feel so special and so loved. It can be because you’re already so kind and understanding to others but your actions are much softer when it comes to him, even before you became each other’s evening stars. It must be why he slowly develops this crush on you after telling him that it’s okay to let out what’s troubling him, and boy, did he tell you what’s piling upon his shoulders that fateful day. You were just a classmate for Levi at that time yet you compelled him to spew out his worries. Not only that, but Levi finds you in every little thing he can find while roaming around the store for groceries—in a small pack of strawberries, in displayed boxes of Pocky, in baking ingredients scattered around the store. It’s like you’re this little thing pulsing with so many memories in the palm of his hands, glowing so many colors that signify a single memory he has of you. In just one year, his palms are sweaty at the question his mind is whispering to him every night. And as you continue to talk about stupid professors and conceited groupmates, Levi gains the courage to—

“Hey.”

You blink at him with a little tilt in your head, having just finished with your little ranting session. So cute, he remarks. “What’s wrong, Lev? Are you not feeling well? Do you want to rest?”

The words die down in his throat, eyes faltering now that he stares at your worried face. “Uhm … can you come over?” These aren’t what he’s supposed to say but you just make him so weak and disoriented that another set of words come flying from his mouth. Levi rubs his undercut in a nervous tick, cheeks flushing and eyes wandering the expanse of his apartment. “I know it’s a pretty stupid thing to ask and I don’t have that much food here but,” he raggedly sighs, “your company will be greatly appreciated.” Who is he talking to? His professor? Why is he so formal? Levi feels his resolve crumble. He wants to bury himself in his duvet until his mind stops buffering.

Your laughter sounds like a song from the heavens, filling Levi’s heart to the brim with the notes. “You don’t have to ask, handsome.” Oh, good Lord, when you use that term of endearment on him, his mind instantly blanks out and hearts are pouring from his eyes. “I’m actually planning on stopping by with some dinner.” You shift your head from the head to rummage at something from beyond the screen before sheepishly smiling at him. “And hopefully I get to stay the night? If that’s okay with you? It gets lonely sometimes here in my dorm room since you know, Hange got an apartment of their own.” You wave your hands in front of you with warm cheeks. “Ah, I forgot that it’s unlikely to do that these days since you know … with the pandemic and all and I know how it irks you whenever Han drags us to your apartment unannounced.”

Levi bites his lip to prevent his smile from spreading. A low laugh interrupts your ramble, increasing the heat on your cheeks because Levi’s laugh always sounds so velvety that it tickles the butterflies in your stomach. He calms down, directing a soft stare at your embarrassed pout. “If you want to stay the night, that’s even better. I want my doudou beside me when I sleep anyway. And don’t worry with that pretty head of yours, I bought that fog disinfectant machine last time, remember? Plus, you can always use the bathroom if it makes you feel much safer.”

You’re glowing with gratitude the moment he finishes his sentence. “Then, I’ll be right there! Ooh, babe!” You hastily call out when you see that Levi’s about to end the call with a wave.

“Yeah, baby?” Levi cheekily retorts.

Your heart beats a thousand times faster at the teasing. Levi only smirks at your narrowed look. “Can I cook there? I bought some ready-to-make tacos and I want to try recreating the vegetarian bibimbap I saw on YouTube yesterday.”

“Sure. You’re the only one I allow in my kitchen, to begin with.” Levi waves at you, with you reciprocating with that little gesture you saw from a Korean band you like—making a heart with your arms. It looks cuter on you than those people you gush over on the internet, Levi surmises. “Let me just clean my apartment real quick, okay? Just text me if you’re in my building.”

“Your apartment is always clean, Levi.”

“Oh, shut up.”

You’re right—his apartment is always clean. So, Levi stands in front of his bed with nothing to tidy up, except for his desk behind him. He needs to preoccupy himself from turning into a nervous wreck at dropping the question his mind has been telling to ask you after some serious deliberation last month (deliberation being consulting Erwin when they had their face-to-face lecture in one of their vital classes). Turning around to the desk, he stacks the textbooks he was reading simultaneously with the material his professor posted. He continues putting away the highlighters and pens beside his notebook, even padding his way to the kitchen to make sure the groceries are perfectly placed inside his mini pantry. Remembering your words of making vegetarian bibimbap, Levi checks his vegetables and nods, satisfied that most of what you probably need is there in the kitchen. The remainder of his wait is spent roaming around his apartment, trying to find things to clean until the doorbell echoes through the walls. With the fog disinfectant machine in his hand and a mask covering the lower half of his face, Levi opens the door.

Levi fights the urge to pull you in his arms. Despite having the smile on your face being covered by your mask, it still shines through the material, visible in the crinkles of your eyes. For one second, he falters because it’s been a week since he last saw you. Holding back the need to hug you, Levi raises the fog disinfectant machine and aims it at your face. Your giggles make him smile while doing his task, standing back when he finishes. Now, he’s waiting for one of your cuddles but it never comes. Levi is blinking a few feet away from you while you are taking off your mask to reveal the hidden smile underneath. You only wave at him, making him raise an eyebrow as if asking for the much-awaited embrace.

You roll your eyes. “I won’t hug you yet, Levi. Can I use your bathroom? I want to take a bath so that you’ll get your cuddles after fifteen minutes.”

“Fine,” Levi murmurs. “Let me take those things to the kitchen.”

“Okay. Love you, Levi.”

“Love you, too.”

Sitting on his bed to pass the time, Levi opens up one of the books he thought was interesting, courtesy of Erwin, and resumes where he left off. The reading glasses perching on his nose glints against the overhead lights, opening the book to where the bookmark is nestling in. The bookmark is a polaroid picture of you, one of the many he took, and Levi can’t help but sigh in adoration. After brushing his finger over your smiling face, he begins to read, absorbing the plot in front of him more than the reading he’s supposed to be focusing on. The scent of his shampoo and body wash wafts over him, alongside a warm body cuddling against him. He turns towards you, your head resting on his shoulder, and repositions his arm so that it covers you. Levi places a gentle kiss on your forehead, humming in contentment now that he can hug you free now. Closing the book on his lap and putting it on his nightstand with his reading glasses, Levi pulls you down to the plush of his mattress, the two of you lying on his bed, faces inches from each other. His larger hands cup your cheeks, thumbs rubbing circles on your skin.

“Hey, doudou,” Levi breathes out, the French nickname he has for you flowing from his mouth melodiously.

You smile against his calloused hands, pressing a kiss on one of his palms. “Hi, Lee.”

Levi returns the smile, taking one of his hands from your face to wrap an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to his front. He ducks down to trail kisses on your neck and collarbones before nuzzling his face more into your warmth. He feels your hands running through his hair, your fingers brushing on his undercut and the nape of his neck. “I miss you and your hugs.” It’s not every day that Levi blatantly shows his clinginess or voices it out; but since your schedules don’t match up at all, he craves your presence until the day comes where you two meet up because of spontaneous group hang-outs. “One week is long enough for me to miss having you by my side every day.” He tightens his hold on you, his eyelashes touching your skin like butterfly wings. And as he continues, his lips also paint your neck with tingles, “This shit sucks—I want to freely give you kisses without worrying for once.”

“I know, Lee, I know.” You hum a little tune while running your fingers through the soft strands of his hair. “I miss you, too, even if it’s just one week. But I guess, this is better than when the pandemic started. Remember how you always grumble about having our dates through Facetimes? That was a lonely time for me. I didn’t know what to do whenever I thought about the worst-case scenario—about not having the chance to hug you like this.” You kiss the crown of his head, inhaling your favorite scented shampoo that complements him so much.

“Those Facetime dates were such a pain in the ass but if it means seeing your pretty face any time of the day, I’ll take it.”

“You don’t know how happy I was earlier when you asked me to come over.”

“And you don’t know how relieved I was when you said yes or how elated I felt when you proposed sleeping over here.”

Your smile is the most beautiful thing Levi has ever seen. “We’ll treasure every second of this night, then.” With a kiss on the corner of his lips and Levi seeks you out for a proper one, you laugh while trying to wriggle out of his arms. “I’m going to start cooking our dinner.”

When he doesn’t show any signs of letting you go, you chuckle before placing a tender kiss on his lips. It’s something soft than the usual sensual ones that always leave you breathless and it’s slower so that the two of you can relish the moment being carved out by the stars. Levi slants his head to deeply capture your lips, lightly nipping at your bottom lip to taste you after not kissing you in this electrifying way for a month. All the kisses that he exchanged with you the past weeks were all pecks since you’re both outside. Now that the comforts of Levi’s apartment give you the serenity you long for, Levi can’t help but hover over your figure as he turns your lips into a shade of red that he greatly misses. With a small trail of saliva as the remnant of this little tryst, Levi sucks on that sweet spot that always makes you sigh a moan of his name. True enough, he hears the breathy whisper right beside his ear. Slightly pulling away, Levi admires the bouquet of red flowers coloring your skin. He presses his forehead against yours, noses brushing on each other, and lips slightly touching. He stares into your half-lidded eyes, hazy with longing and bright with affection. Levi kisses your lips one more time before smirking at your disoriented state.

“Wow,” is the only thing coming out of your lips after the make-out session.

“Yeah, wow, indeed,” Levi lowly laughs, capturing your lips once again.

You wrap your arms around his neck, your legs around his hips. His tongue is brushing against yours in a slow dance, your moans being swallowed by your lover under the glow of the sunset through the window of his apartment. You feel his warm hands under your oversized shirt, teasingly pinching your left nipple, which earns him a pretty, “Levi,” that travels to his pounding heart. You just ignite a tornado of butterflies inside his ribcage—pouring everything to letting you know he loves you so much through the kisses you share.

“Fuck, why are you so pretty, beautiful?” Levi hums against your collarbone. “But I have something to ask you first.”

Your dainty hands cup his cheeks. “What is it, love?”

His breath hitches in nervousness. “Uhm … I bought something a while back, probably about two weeks ago.” You nod, giving him the courage to continue. It’s too much for him, to be honest, so he hides his burning face in the crook of your neck. “Uh, I hope I’m not stepping over the line here.” Feeling your patient fingers once again finding home in his hair, Levi sighs. It’s now or never. “I bought an apartment, bigger than this one, and I’m asking if you want to live with me there. Just the two of us. Only us in a shared home rather than you being in your dorm or me in this studio apartment.” When your fingers stop their little ministrations in his hair, he feels the world freeze with a douse of glacial water. “Forget it, I was planning on moving anyway because this apartment is just fucking shitty and suffocating. You don’t have to—”

“Lee,” you gently call out, your hands cupping his jaw to let him lift his head to face you. “I’d love to live with you.” You see your reflection in his silver irises—it was smiling back at you because it feels like your world is in your hands. “I’m so happy right now. Words can’t describe how grateful I am because you asked me that. I love you.”

All the heaviness piling on Levi’s shoulders lifted. “I love you so much, beautiful. I can’t imagine not waking up beside you every morning or have your playlists in our kitchen while you cook breakfast. You make living so much better, doudou.” He shifts his body so that he’s slightly hovering over you. You curiously watch him until he presses a sealing kiss over your heart, feeling how fast your heart is beating on his lips. He doesn’t know that that little gesture he did pinches your chest, never imagining that such a pure and euphoric love can ever grace your life in the most unexpected way possible—all in the form of the man smiling at you at the moment. “Now, let’s go make those tacos and bibimbap you promised.”

Trust Levi to keep your main goal on track. You laugh while standing up from his bed, with your boyfriend sitting on the edge of the mattress, staring with narrowed eyes at your figure. You look at him over your shoulder. “What are you waiting for, love?”

“Is that my shirt?”

You look down at the oversized graphic t-shirt reaching just below your hips before shooting a teasing half-smile at him. “Took you long enough to notice.”

“With you kissing me like that, you expect me to notice?”

“Oh, hush. Now stand up and help me assemble some tacos.”

Levi continues staring at you while putting your hair in a ponytail. You are the dream that he doesn’t want to wake up from—his world and his life all in one amazing person who seems to wear the stars and flowers like a second skin. And when he wraps his arms around you, his chin on your shoulder, while you’re cutting the vegetables, he thinks—as long as he’s with you, every day he’s in utopia.

doudou

something you keep close to you when you sleep

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misora-msby · 4 years

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embarrassing moments with inarizaki

inarizaki always looks so cool but you know they’re actually dorks and i am here to provide you the content to show theyre clowns. enjoy the headcanons :)

Kita Shinsuke

firstly. kita shinsuke being embarrased? making a mistake? unheard of.

he’s a perfect man and we all know it.

anyways

you two were having a nice dinner out together.

it was a pretty fancy place so you decided to dress in a different style today

but you were beginning to wonder if kita liked it or not because he seemed to keep looking past your shoulder instead of at you

he was an observant guy so you were wondering if something had happened behind you

but you couldn’t hear anything weird so you assumed not

you decided to just stay quiet about it at first but now it was beginning to become annoying!

why wasn’t he looking you in the eye to speak?

midway through your dinner, kita finally spoke up tho

“y/n, your shirt is slipping... yer bra’s showing.”

oh.

right. you were wearing your off-shoulder top.

“o-oh. shin, it’s that kind of shirt, you know?” you had to explain your outfit to ur bf with a pink face.

“oh... that so... well it’s cold these days so if yer feelin’ cold lemme know. i’ll give ya my jacket.”

GOD HES SO PERFECT KITA SHINSUKE I HOPE U MARRY HIM???????

Ojiro Aran

another man with next to no flaws.

but nature says everyone has to make some mistake.

so it was a regular school day, our aran has just come to class from morning practice and there’s still some time left until class starts.

all the girls in class are gathered around a table

he’s not sure why, it’s probably watching an idol video

but ur man wants to be a little romantic!!

plus he just showered so he smells Great uwu

he goes over and hugs you from behind, placing his chin on ur head.

“hey, bb whatcha ya doin”

all the girls gasp.

he doesn’t get whats wrong, it’s not like it’s a secret y’all are dating

pda to this level aint bad either

especially compared to his teammate miya atsumu

“ojiro aran.”

why is your voice behind him

he looks down and nearly faints when he sees he hugged the wrong girl.

to be fair she looked a lot like you from behind, just maybe 1cm shorter.

“i’m so sorry!” he keeps apologising to literally everyone and all the class is giggling bc they never seen their school’s ace so red before.

“didn’t think i’d come back from the toilet and see my bf cheatin”

“IT WAS A MISTAKE! I’M SERIOUS! Y/N U KNOW I LOVE YA!”

hes so funny i swear

the volleyball team hears of it and it gets even better

Miya Atsumu

it’s not a secret that miya atsumu, setter of the inarizaki volleyball team and invited to national youth training camp, had a gf

he was very much in love with u

the whole class knew it because he’d show it off whenever he could too

so here comes valentines day

last year he received like... 50 different gifts from girls and guys aiming to win his love.

you didnt even give him one lmAOOOOO

but this year, he had been not so subtly trying to hint that “i better not receive any chocolates this year when i’ve got a gf!”

he reaches school and plops into his seat.

there’s an anonymous box of chocolates with “please accept my love, miya-kun! <3″ on it

“the hell’s this?!”

“oh? chocolates?” - osamu who just popped his head into the class to shove into his twin’s face how much chocolate he got.

especially since the blond was off limits, the grey-haired twin had a bigger following now.

“do they not know i have a girlfriend...”

“well, ya might as well eat it. ya dont know who to return it to.”

“that’s like receivin’ their love!”

“no it ain’t. it’s just food.”

atsumu couldn’t argue with that and popped a piece in.

it was very delicious. the chocolate practically melted on his tongue and was the perfect sweetness and was filled with a delicious ganache too.

it was perfect

but he couldn’t accept this!

“it ain’t even good. too sweet and the filling’s sticky.”

“ah. really? is that what you think, tsumu?” you ask from the door where you had been watching the exchange take place.

“y/n! look at this! some weirdo gave me some choco and like... samu said to test it but i’ll toss it out, promise.”

“tsumu, i made that... i wrote it anonymously because i thought you’d know it was me and i wanted to tease you a little.”

“huh.”

osamu: “yeah actually i went over to her place to teach her how to make it.”

atsumu: “you said you went to suna’s place?!”

osamu: “i went there later but i first went to help her.”

you: “anyways if it’s not good i don’t mind if you toss it out...”

tsumu: “NO NO BABE I PROMISE IT’S GOOD”

you: “you just said-”

“BABE I SWEAR IT’S GOOD I JUST DIDN’T WANT TO ACCEPT A STRANGER’S STUFF”

“you’re always so honest though... are you sure?” you were having your fun teasing him now.

“BB PLSSSSSS”

he still cringes at the memory 4 years into ur marriage

Miya Osamu

osamu would DEFINITELY make home made dinner dates a regular thing.

this alone shows he’s the better twin - miya atsumu stan

he loves cooking and eating with you so sometimes when he’s got a day off you guys’ll set aside the afternoon to make a real nice dinner

imagine candlelit dinner with miya dorito body osamu in a suit

of course some fun stuff happens after too ;)))

and today’s your third anniversary!!

so osamu adds lots of ‘natural aphrodisiacs’ to the meal

i’m talkin

garlic bread and soup for an appetiser, a nice juicy steak with garlic and red wine sauce for the main, and chocolate coated strawberries for dessert

mm yummy

you two cleaned your plates completely (it was very delicious) and as you were washing the dishes, osamu comes up behind and wraps his arms around your waist

“yes, ‘samu?”

“i’ve already prepared us a nice bath with yer favourite scents.” he’s got his head resting on ur chin

“really? thank you~ i’ll be there in a bit”

but he doesn’t let go of you while you’re still scrubbing at the baking sheets.

“osamu, you can let go for now.”

“don’t feel like it.”

“i gotta wash the dishes since you did most of the cooking.”

“mmm, i’ll do it if ya gimme a kiss.”

you roll ur eyes bc what a cutie

u turn ur head to give him a kiss but suddenly he

he burps

that garlicy wine smell is just kinda there

“ew! ‘samu!!”

his face is real red but he’s also trying not to laugh because he’s still a dude and this is absolutely hilarious to him

“want another?” he starts teasing

“i’m not getting in the bath with you.”

“wait wait wait i’m sorry, i’ll go brush my teeth and give you a proper kiss”

Suna Rintarou

you two were taking the train home today

it was quite late due to practice going a little longer than usual, so he insisted he walked you back home today.

sunarin can be a good boyf sometimes ok

it was getting a little crowded on the train tho, since people were heading home or going out for dinner

luckily you had already grabbed seats so you were quite comfortable sitting side by side.

you and suna have the type of relationship were you dont have to talk all the time

silence is v comfy.

he’s just scrolling through twitter on his phone while you’re looking around the car, lost in ur thoughts

suddenly you notice an old lady standing a little bit away from you and you stand up

“baa-san, please take my seat.” you whisper in the crowded carriage

“oh how kind of you. thank you, dearie.” she smiles and takes your seat while you stand in front of her and suna instead.

suna doesn’t realise this exchange has happened tho

(he’s on his phone as usual)

probably starting some fights on twitter

he decides to try to be a little romantic and pretends to stretch his arm around (who he thought was) you.

“rin.”

why is your voice right in front of him?

“young man, i appreciate it but i’m married.”

suna jumps as he sees someone he did not recognise next to him.

he looks up and notices you had moved.

you’re giggling

the granny’s giggling

atsumu and osamu sitting opposite on the carriage look like they’re going to cry because they’re trying not to laugh

“i was just stretching. really.” he mumbles and crosses his arms, face red as a tomato

he’s so embarrassed.

Ginjima Hitoshi

sometimes the inarizaki vbc would go for an after practice snack at the nearby family mart

they were really hungry after an intense preparation for nationals which was in two weeks so kita insisted they all get something to fill them up on the way home

but lucky lucky ginjima hhehe

you (his classmate who he had a crush on) were working at the cash register today.

“welcome!” you greet everyone as they enter

he cant help but stiffen up a bit

why are u so cute and cheery today

the 2nd years already know what to do.

“heyy, i think last week i bought ya that ramen right? ya owe me my konbini snacks today!” - atsumu

“yeah. you lost a bet to me last week so u gotta pay up. a pack of jelly fruit sticks please.” - suna

“forgot my money today, mind payin’ for my snacks too?” - osamu

“like hell i’m paying for all of you. especially you, osamu. you eat too much all the time.”

aran’s noticed what’s going on,

“hey, if it’s just for today you can do it right? if ‘samu don’t pay ya back tomorrow i’ll nag him ‘til he does.”

“fine...” his basket is full when he goes to the counter.

he’s trying his best not to have a red face while watching u scan the items, ur hair swaying slightly as u look back and forth between the objects and the screen.

“alright. 4,890 yen please!” GOD he hated how expensive it was, that’s almost all his weekly allowance but bc it’s u and ur voice saying it it’s kinda ok

“mm, ok.” he still has his eyes on you while he takes out his wallet and puts it on the counter.

yes

his wallet, not the money

“...” “...”

“excuse me, sir. this is...”

he almost slaps his face wtf he’s so embarrassed.

“s-sorry. just a little absent minded after practice.” he starts pulling out his cash.

“it’s fine! i know how hard you guys practice!” you smile while performing the rest of the transaction and pass him his big bag of goods. “good luck for nationals, ginjima-kun!”

he almost runs out of the store and is about to fight the rest of the 2nd years for watching and (suna) recording

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jrueships · 2 years

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Fic you would 10/10 recommend

OKAY so i think or i heard or maybe i think i saw smthin abt this day being fic appreciation day or whatever so IM HURRYIN WITH THIS ONE so i might come back here later n reblog with some more fics i missed but I WILL GIVE YALL SOME!!! just to note tho im honestly not a big fic reader in just regular gen? I'd say I prolly read maybe like.. one fic over 2 months? And that's if a fandom gives birth to a new fic with people im intrigued by! Im a very picky reader so i don't do it often (as u can tell by my VERBOSE vocabulary of same one word showing up 50 times in one sentence i try to write) SO DON'T RLLY EXPECT LIKE. A BIBLE of recs! i also really like reading shorter fics!

You know for fic recs i GOTTA recommend the MOOTS writings!!!! btw if any other moot on here writes and posted a story that's not recommended here LEMME KNOW! LEMME READ THAT SHIT!! ANYWAYS from the moots ive read from: ok. Nevermind. I was gonna link each story and it would have been awesome but the links won't link so 😭 um. I'll just say the title of the fic and the author LMAO sorry im on mobile. OH ALSO most of these fics you're gonna need an ao3 account to read! But it's WORTH IT trrrust me paps!!

Wreck my plans (that's my man) : sunlightdappling!!! I think I read this b4 we became mooted or at the very beginning of moothood but!! The title ALONE made me excited to read it! I love titles with parentheses i love you song titles i love you two verses! The verses are unfamiliar to me but if i had to guess the title is from a swift song? Idk why! I've never really listened to her but i just get the feeling it's something she'd say? IDK what i mean is THE TITLE IS VERY SMOOTH AND ROLLING!! Which is very much how the whole story feels! It all flows so well and everyone is so real!! I love wall street exec/principal/dad/mom andre a ton here! So cool when authors include more teammates in the fic besides the two it's centered on! I'm personally not big on the warriors cause im attracted to poverty (spurs) BUT i LOVE this fic and tbh like all the warriors related stuff my moots bless me with because Warriors are Gay. And my moots? Gay. This is good stuff, everyone just IT IS JUST SOMETHING YOU WANNA AND SHOULD READ and my picky pallet self loved it VERY much! READ IT!!!!

Kdsburneraccount : <- author!! GO CHECK OUT THIS AUTHOR!!! Moot does it ALL! You see a fic in another language you really wanna read because it's like 1 outta the 4 fics your ship has? CHECK OUT KDSBA!!! (Not actually kd) translates the CUTEST stories with permission ofc so OTHERS can enjoy as well! ANDDD moot ALSO writes GREAT fics ! For very interesting ships!!! Includes lots of people in the fics without any being ooc! You can tell moot takes TIME with these!! If you're thinking of getting into nfl fic! This ur person! AND IM YOUR PLUG ‼️‼️

The whole kyle/demar tag. Read it . Just. Read it. 29 fics with love poured into each and every ONE of them (i think idk i read like half i don't remember) putting it in the moot section bcs there's gotta be some tumblr moots of mine established in these stompin grounds (or planning to set ship root here!! So just keep an eye out on this tag !)

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Tonight : anonymous A BRAD/JOHN FIC!!!!! and the fic that encouraged me to join tumblr n scrounge up some fics of my own for the fandom! John n beal have such an interesting relationship and storyline which NEEDED to have a fic done on it! AND THIS ONE IS SO GOOD! i haven't read it in forever since my start here so i can't describe all the deets but! I like it :). It has my og fav there and the perfect melancholy kind of vibe beal/john gives off.

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Football fics now I TOLDYOU I DONT READ ALOT anyways Prom King by playclock!!! When /I/ was rec this, i thought the authors name was playc*ck so i was a little confused 😭 waiting for that thing some writers do where they label it unexplicit or mature then it has l*wd in it LMAO but no! This one is just a really soft really cute fic about stef and allen! If you're looking into getting into nfl through that ship or just that ship, READ THIS FIC!!! it gets INSECURITY it gets PLAYFULNESS it gets FRIENDSHIP it gets LOVE!!! i love it im so glad i was recced it and now im reccin it TO YOU! guys

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changlix-mp4 · 4 years

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BANG CHRISTOPHER CHAN ♡ : A TO Z - ( NSFW )

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

well , we all know how caring he is?

he is so dad , caring , like yea daddy ( sorry ksjsk )

ok for real ,

I think he is the type to wait a little bit , to let you both calm down , holding you into his arms

after cleaning you up

he’s gonna be soft with you

treat you right huh

little caresses and all

he is so affectionate , he’s so adorable ,, I want to hug him forever

*crying session is open*

I definitively can see him wanting to cuddle you afterwards

he would lay his head on your chest at first , wanting you to play with his soft curly hair

NATURAL CURLY HAIRED CHAN SUPERIOR , BARE WITH ME

after awhile , he would put your head on his chest and his turn , he would play with your hair

holding you close with his hand on your waist until you both fall asleep

c u t e .

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Well , before I start ,,

Chan said he loves his dimples when he smiles ,, well same

I think Chan’s favourite body part are his dimples and his whole body? I mean I don’t really know, and I can’t really explain , but the fact that he works out and take care of his body ,,

he prob likes his arms aswell ( anyways , I do )

For his partner , he’d prob likes ,, oh no ,, loves your thighs , the skin so soft , smooth ( so sexc sksj ) ,, he loves the fact that they’re not too slim and skinny . He also likes your plump lips , so kissable and soft and your tummy uwu

knowing Chan , I bet this boy loves every parts of your body

I know y’all don’t care , but

I love Chan’s veiny arms , his hands omfg choke me daddy , his cheeks , his hair , his smile omg, well … EVERYTHING ABOUT HIM ! His dimples are my weakness bye.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

not the greatest taste?

but more liquidy and not sticky gross

so I-

I think it’s fine to swallow it?

he thinks it’s hot when you do this

but he’s not the type to want you to do things that make you uncomfortable

If you don’t want to swallow it , then don’t do it

If you want to , just do it

you’ll just make him moan at the sight before him

he likes loves to cum inside

it’s his fav place

when he doesn’t cum inside you

he would cum on your thighs ( because he loves them asf )

and your stomach too

but not on your face

you both find it gross so it’s a big no no

and it’s more embarrassing than sexy so , NO

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

chan is actually pretty open about his kinks?

he’s a dom ( we all know it jk )

act like he knows what he’s doing

but sometimes it’s not the case

actually there is one thing he’ll probably never admit

he acts like he wants to do all the job

the one who control

but daddy he wants to feel special sometimes

that’s why he f loves when you want to take control

he’d act like he doesn’t want to , but boy inside is burning with excitments & anticipation

I also think chan is the type to use your underwear when he jacks off

the thought of you in them, really turns him on

he’s just a bit ashamed to steal some panties of yours he loves a lot

ohh and he really wants to try fingering you in a public place

like in a restaurant? , library

He’s nervous about bringing it up tho. It’s a thought that he jacks off to sometimes

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

not really experienced.

chris is super hot , well build , really charming , polite and all

let’s just say perfect ( I’m not even exaggerating )

everyone want to get in his pants

but

I’m pretty sure chan is a virgin ,,

I mean , he prob just saw a few porns

my boy is really intelligent so

he just learn very fast skjsl

but yea ,,

and plus , he was a trainee since he was young , 14?

being under jyp had its own restrictions

and I don’t think he needed that and he had time for that

busy man *sigh*

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. will probably include a visual)

I don’t think he is very demanding

chan is someone very simple , understanding , he’s just not complicated

not someone hard to please

so I think ,

he enjoys the traditional one ( lmao ) missionary?

he also enjoys doggy style too

he can pulls on your hair to lift you up and have your back against his chest

in this position he can put his hand on your stomach and your neck to slighty squeeze it

AND

he loves when you ride him

boy gets harder than he was ,, as hard as a rock

is that possible??

this position makes him horny asf

he finds it f hot

he loves the fact that he can see your pretty face making yourself feels good

with this position he can see your face when you orgasm

he can easily kiss your neck , make hickeys

he can holds you and yea ,,

he can do a lot of things with this position ( hell yea )

but like I said chan is a super easy person to please

missionary is his fav one

he actually finds it very confortable for the both of you

very soft in a way and romantic

making love uwu

depends of the situation obv;)

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Chan is a goofy person

I mean is so giggly most of the time

ma babey!!!

he loves to tease , oh yea he does

he can be the type to laugh during sex , if you make a joke ( yea why not lmao )

if you’re uncomfortable , he’d try to make you feel better

so he’d try to make jokes ,if his first option of consolling you doesn’t work

if you guys feel like laughing , you’ll do

looking into your eyes and smiling at each other

c u t e

ngl he can get pretty serious

again , it depends of the mood

when he’s frustrated , angry , tired..

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

I’m pretty sure

he is not bare down there ,,

veeeryy well groomed

doesn’t shave it all off, simply trims, all nice and neat

the amount of hair isn’t too crazy

armpits shaved , he feels more confortable and clean

guys , this boy armpits is cleaner than my whole face tf

happy trail shaved since

TOO MUCH TUMMY FLASHES

but wants to keep his happy trail ,, maybe??

ughhh I want him to keep it bcs damn this is so hot

please hear me out daddy chris

i want to suck hug him

but honestly I feel like

he can go natural when he has the choice?

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

he is so caring

so very romantic

he is a passionate man and he shows it through many ways

we all know it

ahhh I love this man sfm

but sometimes he can be rough

not too much but it depends of his mood

I mean he is daddy so sometimes he feels like he have to show his daddyness lmao i just cringed help me ughhh

he feels like he have to show his dominance sometimes

but when I say rough

it’s not something really wild x)

even when he’s rough

he controls himself

and make sure to check if you’re alright

tbh rough sex happends very very very rarely

but it makes it more special ,, x)

he cares a lot about you

i think he’s more into vanilla sex

yeaa I’m sure he is sooo into it

I mean c u t e

I mean I want him to make love to me!! lord forgive me

he is naturally sweet and adorable so

lord I’m so in love with this man <3

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

he doesn’t do it often

only when he really is alone

especially if you are not around

when he’s really frustrated he also tends to jack off

and one of the reasons why he doesn’t really masturbate

it’s just because he’s constantly around the boys

and my boy is a really hardworking man

well , like I said before he doesn’t do it often

probably once or twice a week? Or not at all the week

it’s when he really needs some reliefs

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

chris is kinky , PERIOD .

y’all can’t deny it

• daddy kink for sure , no doubt ahah

he said it himself sooooo

he’s daddy material tho lmao

he gets turn on when he is being called daddy sometimes

if you call him daddy in public he will get a light boner for sure

guess what will happen next;)

BUT it’s not a need !

he doesn’t want to be called that every time you guys have sex

•maybe roleplay

teacher x student / doctor x patient or stuff like that ( I think he can prob play both, that boy is a switch )

I think he’s definitively not into hardcore bondage ( sorry ) but doesn’t mind to blindfold you

•edging : giving and receiving

he loves the way he can make you whine and scream when he’s overstimulating you

BUT that is only for pleasure and not for torture

•praise kink: giving and receiving

he thinks it’s somehow important

•biting kink : both giving and receiving

he likes feeling you bite down on his skin when he fucks you

he also loves it when you moan out for him as he nips at your skin

thinks hickeys are sexy ( and tf yes they are )

•so marking kink: giving and receiving ,,

it makes him horny when you give him hickeys out of nowhere

and he loves it when you do it while he makes love to you

but most of time he is the one giving them to you

loves leaving hickeys and little bruises on your hips , neck , collarbones , stomach and thighs ( your whole body should be decorated by his soft lips skjsk )

having hickies and love bites on his neck and collarbones

he loves his back being scratched

likes seeing the scraches on his back in the mirror

oh my gosh imagine what it looks like when he takes a shower ,, the water cascading over the red marks omg help me I’m-

since I think he likes thighs ( idk why but yea)

•THIGH RIDING is a big YES

his muscular thighs!!

he likes it when you wear strockings // it’s so fucking hot

•impreg kink tho it’s so sexy and cute damn <3

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

chan is not picky , he’s a simple guy

the bedroom is perfect

why? because it’s confortable

AND secure , intimate

it’s somehow warm and all

but the rest of the house is ok tho

kitchen ( but very rarely bcs you guys feel like it’s not very hygienic but it happens only when one of you are reaaaaaaaaaaaaaally horny and impatient)

living room : couch , carpet ,, shower sex is one of his fav

bath sex with chan is a concept

he’s not into public places

he wants thing to be confortable and intimate ,, that’s why he prefers doing it at home

Or maybe omg

s t u d i o

one of his fav for sure!!

he loves having sex with you in his studio ,, hot

having you riding him slowly

or cockwarming while he’s working ( arg stop me )

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

kisses by his ears and down his neck

his ears seem to be really sensitive hehe

he really likes when you trace his veins with your fingertips ( it also turns you on , ugh it’s like i’m talking about me *moan * )

seeing you in his clothes really turns him on aswell

when you stroke his hair , like when you’re sitting on his lap and run your fingers through it , pulling at the strands a little ( goosebumps kskjs)

but ngl he can get turn on by you whatever you do lmaao

just smile , just breath , boy is turn on ( jk .. unless ahah)

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

anything that involves bodily matter or fluids that are not sperm or vaginal fluid

he does not like degradation , it’s a big NO !

He would never ever degrade you! He likes and respect his girl too much to talk down to her ,, chan is a gentleman . He expects you to treat him the same btw

AH!! sharing you sexually . Don’t even think about it

things like threesomes and all, aren’t his thing

anything that involves violence too

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

he f loves it when you go down on him kissing him from his neck all along his collarbones , abs ,, running your hands on his torso

it pleases him to hit the back of your throat ,, but stay careful to not hurt you

he loves the sight of you inbetween his legs

he likes threading his fingers through your hair ,, pulling at it a little

but my man chan is one of the few blessings on this planet

he equally loves both : giving and receiving

he likes pleasuring you ,, looking at you from between your legs seeing you rolling your eyes in the back of your head , throwing your head back

seeing the way your eyesbrows frown , biting you lips

seeing how you clunch at the sheets , and pulling at his hair ,,making him moans at the sensation and at how sexy you look like

oof this is so sexy I want to disapear helpsk

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc.)

he can be rough y’know not really hard and fast but yea it depends of his mood

he is the one controlling the pace

even when you ride him , he’d place his hands on your waist/ hips to guild you

but I think he’s more into sensual things

he’d be slow and sensual

really slow when he wants to tease the sh^t out of you

he’d be gentle obv

y’know into vanilla sex

Idk why people think he seems to be into really rough things but I DON’T THINK it’s actually the case

my babie is so soft behind all those muscles uwuuuu

Q= Quickie ( Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex and how often? )

No, quickies mainly have to be done in a risky area and that freaks him out so no

plus he hates feeling rushed.

he’s not the biggest fan but he def. won’t turn you down if you suggest it

he won’t push you away for sure

He finds it kinda hot because it mainly means you are needy for him.

Would rather have proper sex. He likes taking his time so quickies aren’t ideal.

On the very unlikely occasion he’d go for a quickie it would definitely have to be in a place he would never get caught

R= Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks?)

He is not that risky, he wouldn’t do anything to hurt you or to get caught in a sexual act

He has his own boundaries

He is prob open to try new things

he just needs to be convinced first but mainly just to tease you. He wants you to give him reasons

ngl i think he doesn’t know a lot of different kinks and stuffs so he is probably quite open for experimenting ,, curious boy

As long as none of them involve pure pain and violence he’s good.

S= Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

I don’t think I really need to write something for this one? He has a good stamina and can last a long time. I think he starts really slow at the beginning and then uses more force and speed after a while .

SO all night bcs of his crazy stamina , I mean he is pretty athletic so , but again DEPENDS of the day and mood

making love all night , taking his sweet time my fucking heart is beating so fast omgg

doesn’t get tired easily i think ; I mean boy can’t even fall asleep irl

BUT don’t get me wrong he can go for rounds but makes time to appreciate your presence and enjoy having conversations with you , y’know?

So prob tried to not go too crazy bcs he wants to spend time with you afterwards get me

If i have to say the numbers of rounds i’d say 3-5 rounds max . Again , it would depends on his mood and pace

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Definitely NOT a toy user

he’s not into it at all

a vibrator is what he will use ONLY if you ask him to ( I think you must really insist if you want it )

he def prefers tease you with his fingers , cock but not objects

it’s skin against skin for him ,bye.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

lmao we all know he is a fcking tease

sometimes , I think it comes to him naturally and it’s apart of his personality

he finds it so cute when you’re frustrated ,blushing and super shy ahah ( my body is burning just thinking about him teasing skjls)

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

L O U D.

I mean , please listen to 3RACHA songs , he’s pratically moaning ( that’s so sexy tho *moan*)

deep , or high pitched ( lord help me ) soft grunts

moans , groans , breathy moan ( does not scream that’s it )

please just imagine when he’s getting close and makes those sounds

( i’m the one horny rn , brb imma fix my problem lmao )

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

he loves to hold your hand while you two are having sex ( uwu I’m so in love )

enjoys strip teases. Whether it’s giving or receiving ( lord , imagine him getting rid of his clothes slowly and looking straight into your eyes , biting his lips .. I’M NOT OKAY!!)

loves it when you hold his head while he gives you oral , pulling at his locks

fucking loves buying cute and sexy ( not vulgar ones) lingerie sets for you

not necessarily for sex , he just loves admiring the way you look in black or red lingeries ( or even pastel colors )

he just lives for the moments when you dress up for him , only for him

like knowing he’s the only one who sees

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

long and thick. veiny

6-7 inches

( please i just took a ruler to look at the length , the way i moaned i’m-)

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

normal?, average. 1-3 times a week

but he doesn’t need to have sex every week to stay satisfied

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

depends on how long you two were having sex

of course after a proper after care.

but would rather hold you for a moment , talking with you , making you laugh and smile. It means a lot for him , want to enjoy the warmth of your bodies against each other.

c u d d l e to sleep. uwu cute

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Hey, is it alright to request some more Licorice x Red Velvet? I know you already wrote some recently, but I just love them so much jdbvfkisdjbviskdbv

ABSOLUTELY. u guys rlly like redlico huh. i cannot blame u, i do too.

anyways this is the part 2 to (this thing i wrote)

bat cat uses they/them and it/its here! i realized that it uses it/its in canon, but i already wrote part 1 using they/them for it, so instead of quietly editing the first part im owning my mistake and headcanoning it to use they/them as well uwu

MY REQUESTS ARE STILL OPEN! ill take any ship with any cookie from kingdom and a select few from ovenbreak!

Fandom: Cookie Run

Ship: Licorice/Red Velvet

Word Count: 2,025

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There were sugar glass butterflies in his stomach. They fluttered around and made him feel warm and tingly and nervous and sick all at once.

Across from him, Red Velvet sat, tapping impatient cake claws on the dark wood of the round table. There was a particularly irritated look on his face, one that resembled and wasn't unlike how Licorice felt when Pomegranate was talking.

Their master's right hand cookie was reporting to them, giving them their missions for the day in her usual silvery, condescending tone. Licorice probably should have been listening, but Red Velvet shifted in his seat, leaning back and slinging his cake arm over the back of the chair.

Licorice watched with fixed eyes as part of Red Velvet's jacket slid down off his shoulder at the movement, and couldn't even find it in himself to care when Pomegranate snapped at him for not listening.

Choco Werehound was still asleep in his cloud pillow bed when Licorice returned to his rooms. Bat Cat was perched on his head, snuggled into a content little ball, and the sight brought an unconscious smile to his face.

At Red Velvet's request, Licorice had been letting up on working Choco Werehound so hard, and as a result, the cakehound had actually been wanting to spend more time with him. Bat Cat had seemed pleased with the lax schedule as well, their usual aggression gradually calming into something as passive as they could get while still being themself.

It was a nice change, and to Licorice's dismay and shock, one that wasn't even noticed by Dark Enchantress. If she hadn't noticed him working less hard than he usually did, then she wasn't noticing him at all. Surely she would have said something to him by now.

He was going to be alone and forgotten, but at least he would be alone and forgotten with Choco Werehound and Bat Cat. He actually liked it better this way.

Kneeling down next to his sleeping companions, he gently shook Choco Werehound's shoulder, careful not to jostle Bat Cat. Upon the lack of response, Licorice narrowed his eyes.

"Choco Werehound, Bat Cat, it's already almost noon," Licorice huffed. "If you don't get up I will resort to violence."

"No you won't," Bat Cat yawned, turning over and kneading the top of Choco Werehound's head. This pulled the cakehound from his slumber, and he yawned long and loud.

"What about violence?" Choco Werehound murmured drowsily, and Licorice took a deep breath, bracing his voice to shout.

"You will be subjected to violence if you don't get up!"

Instead of taking the threat seriously, Choco Werehound simply rolled over and let out a low snore. Bat Cat was dumped off of Choco Werehound's head with an indignant yowl. They didn't seem to be too terribly upset over it though, simply flapping its way back over to the cakehound and curling up with him again with an irritated huff.

"Having some trouble?"

The unexpected voice startled him, making him shoot to his feet and whirl around. Red Velvet leaned against the doorframe, the barest ghost of a smile on his lips. Licorice swallowed, forcing himself to narrow his eyes at the intruder.

"Do you always barge into other cookies' rooms like that?" he snapped, though there was no real venom behind it. The sugar glass butterflies had returned with a vengeance.

Red Velvet had the grace to look embarrassed, scoffing lightly. "Well, perhaps you shouldn't leave your door open so cookies passing by can't help but overhear."

Licorice blinked. "Oh," he uttered dumbly, the fluttering in his stomach moving into his chest.

Red Velvet glanced around him, a gentle smile gracing his face when he caught sight of Choco Werehound and Bat Cat. "You know," the other cookie mused, careful contemplation in his tone. "They look much happier, don't you think?"

"Huh?"

Caught off guard, Licorice turned and looked down at his two companions. They were peacefully snuggled up together, and a small wave of warmth crept over him as he realized Red Velvet was right. They did look happier.

"Yes, well," Licorice cleared his throat. He didn't want to return his gaze to Red Velvet just yet. "It's at the cost of doing our best for Dark Enchantress Cookie."

"Doing what you can is your best, Licorice."

Footsteps crossed the room, and a gentle hand rested on his arm. He tensed at the unexpected touch, abruptly turning his head to see Red Velvet standing next to him. The other cookie's eyes were firm, meeting his pale ones unflinchingly.

"As long as you are doing what you can and taking care of yourself in the meantime, that is good enough. Dark Enchantress Cookie is not an unkind master."

"It doesn't feel good enough," he snapped, startling himself with his own vehemence. Red Velvet looked startled too, and Licorice turned his face away in shame, scrambling for words that had left his tongue. "I-I mean, I do all I can for her. Everything for her. As I should, of course, but I… wonder if there's something I'm missing. Surely if I was doing my best, she would say something to me. She would recognize it, wouldn't she?"

He trailed off in shame. Red Velvet was quiet as they both looked down at the sleeping cakehound and the feline sugar bat together. The silence was deafening, and Licorice internally kicked himself out of frustration. He shouldn't have said anything at all.

"You do good work. You realize that, right?"

Surprised, he met Red Velvet's beautiful, mismatched eyes. As he registered the words, his brow furrowed, and his face twisted, but as soon as he figured out what words he wanted to say to make Red Velvet understand how wrong he was, the other cookie spoke again.

"You are our army's most talented magic user, besides Dark Enchantress herself. Not even Pomegranate is as skilled as you, and she knows it. It is why she debases herself at Dark Enchantress Cookie's feet. You are invaluable to Dark Enchantress Cookie's army, and we all know it."

Licorice couldn't breathe.

"I suppose…" Red Velvet paused, lowering his eyes to Choco Werehound and Bat Cat once again. "I suppose we all thought you knew it too."

"Don't patronize me," Licorice whispered, afraid of speaking any louder for fear that his voice would have the unmistakable tremble of vulnerability. "Don't lie to me. If that were the case-"

He cut himself off, shrugging Red Velvet's hand off his shoulder. Taking a deep breath to recompose himself, he turned and gave Red Velvet a thin, bitter smile.

"If that were the case, I would have been told so."

"I'm telling you now, Licorice."

Red Velvet stepped closer, and in his shock, Licorice didn't move.

"I'm telling you now, because nobody has seen fit to point out the truth to you. You are an asset to this army," Red Velvet asserted fiercely, so much so that Licorice felt as if arguing against the Cake General was futile.

"I don't believe you," Licorice whispered. Red Velvet didn't seem to hear, or if he did, he simply foraged onwards.

"You are valuable to this cause, and there is not a single soul in this army who thinks otherwise," Red Velvet enunciated firmly, and despite everything Licorice believed and knew, he couldn't find a trace of deceit in those beautiful, different eyes.

"Can you two take this somewhere else?" a drowsy voice interrupted them, cutting off the next words Licorice had been about to say. The two cookies looked down at the resentful Bat Cat, who stared up at them with sleep induced fury in their tiny, purple eyes.

"My apologies for waking you, Bat Cat. It was not my intention," Red Velvet answered softly, in a tone Licorice only heard him use for Chiffon and Cakeberus. With the apology given, the Cake General turned back to face Licorice. "It seems I had gotten distracted. Pomegranate had asked me earlier to make sure you understood your assignment today."

The sugar glass butterflies were dying, slowly but surely. Licorice let out a scoff and crossed his arms, though he was careful not to let Red Velvet see his face. He was sure he was wearing some ridiculous look on his features, their conversation running through his head over and over and over again.

Red Velvet's voice was gorgeous.

"And what assignment would that be?" Licorice asked, because he truly hadn't been paying attention that morning.

"You're being sent out to scout one of the areas in the Pomegranate Forest. The goal is to eventually neutralize the Pomegranate Tribe, but we're not familiar enough with the terrain yet," Red Velvet explained. "You may take whoever you see fit with you, Dark Enchantress Cookie's orders."

Licorice was silent, hugging his arms closer against his chest and already thinking of how best to approach the situation to maximize his effort and results. Red Velvet stepped closer, leaning over to look up at his face.

"This is one ovenfire of a mission to send someone on, even if you get to bring whoever you need with you," Red Velvet pointed out, his voice quiet. "You're scouting enemy territory in an unknown dangerous terrain, and could possibly be engaged by enemies well versed in white magic or by the local poisonous fauna. This is not an easy mission."

"Wow," Licorice said flatly, looking down at Red Velvet with disdain born of anxiety. "Thanks."

"This is not a mission Dark Enchantress Cookie would trust to anyone else but her own most powerful sorcerer," Red Velvet asserted, his voice resolute. "We need the Pomegranate Tribe neutralized to progress through the rest of the Pomegranate Forest, and reasoning will not work, given our own Pomegranate Cookie. Dark Enchantress Cookie not only trusts this mission to you, but gives you free reign to take whoever you need with you. She trusts you that deeply to do this for her, and that you will do it well."

Licorice gaped, lost for words, lost for thought, and lost in the Cake General's adamant, unfairly stunning eyes.

"Ugh, for witch's sake," Bat Cat groaned, pulling the two cookies' attention back down towards the floor. The feline sugar bat stretched itself out, before climbing back up to Choco Werehound's head and perching there. "I'm up now and it's your fault so I'm gonna make it your purroblem."

"You should have been up four hours ago!" Licorice scolded them, ignoring the burning fires his cheeks had become. Bat Cat rolled its eyes, flaring its wings and pouncing itself into the air. They landed on his shoulders, their paws pressing into the fabric of his cloak. He could feel its claws. "You had better not tear holes in my cloak! I just finished stitching it up from last time!"

Rolling their eyes again, Bat Cat purposefully plucked a stitch out with a deft, precise claw, ignoring Licorice's cry of fury.

Red Velvet's laughter interrupted them, and they both turned their heads to see the Cake General covering his mouth with a hand, his shoulders shaking with mirth.

"I think I'll leave you to it, Licorice," Red Velvet chuckled fondly, beginning to make his way to the door. "You have three days to prepare, scout, and come back, same as always. I look forward to seeing you again once you return."

Red Velvet left as swiftly as he'd shown up, leaving Licorice feeling like a melted mess of molten sugar. An unfamiliar warmth rolled through him as he replayed the other's words in his mind, the memory of the velvety, gorgeous voice only exacerbating the heat in his cheeks.

Bat Cat nipped his cheek, and he squawked, more out of surprise than pain.

"Come on Meowster," Bat Cat grumbled, rustling their wings. "We should start getting ready.

Licorice nodded, taking a deep breath. Though he was unable to push the memory of Red Velvet out of his mind, he began preparing for the dangerous scouting mission, starting with waking Choco Werehound up.

The sooner he left, the sooner he would get back, and the sooner he would see Red Velvet once again.

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