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Yuutsum 3

SUMMARY: What if you also have a Tsum? Then your Tsum and the Tsum of the person you like keep giving signs that they like each other?

CHARACTERS: Twisted Tsumderland 3 Tsumsitters (Ace; Trey; Ruggie; Jamil; Vil; Idia; Malleus; Silver)

TAGS: Fluff; GN Reader 

WARNING: Spoilers for the Twisted Tsumderland 3 Event and the Tsumsitter cards Vignettes.

WORD COUNT: An average of 810 words per character.

COMMENTS: This was originally a request from @taruruchi for my 1k celebration. Which you can read here. And since so many readers liked it, I decided to do what I normally do when this happens: Do this for ALL the characters! Grouped by event in this case.

The request also includes Jamil's and Silver's tsums, but I wrote them before part 3 was even announced on the JP server. In other words, I had to pretty much guess what their tsums would be like, but now I could write them more accurately.

And I ended up get carried away writing Vil's and Idia's parts. 😅

I hope you enjoy 😉

Yuutsum 1 (Riddle; Cater; Leona; Jack; Floyd; Epel; Sebek)

Yuutsum 2 (Deuce; Azul; Jade; Kalim; Rook; Ortho; Lilia)

CONTEXT: Like the original Twisted Tsumderland 3 event, this takes place after the events of the first and second Twisted Tsumderland. And, surprise, your Tsum is back! But it’s the only one, all the other Tsums that came with it are completely new visitors.

Just like the other times, your Tsum seemed restless and wanted to leave Ramshackle Dorm, probably to go look for the other tsums. You decide to take a walk around the school building first and you notice a gathering in the cafeteria.

“If you give it devoted, loving care, I'm sure it'd be willing to show its gratitude!” You hear Ace's voice say from behind a wall of other students.

You come closer, with your tsum in your arms.

“So... Who wants to look after the tsum?!”

“I'll do it!” a Scarabia student offers.

“What are you talking about?” A Pomefiore student counterposes. “That's gonna be me!”

And an argue begins. You stand on your tiptoes and crane your neck to look over some students' shoulders and see an Ace-tsum on the table.

“Okay, easy, guys. You can all take turns trying your hand at looking after it.” Ace interrupts. “If things go well, you might get to see more tricks. And hey, if they don't do any, you can just return it tonight.”

Even though you know this is about Ace and his tsum, you can't help but feel a little sorry for the things Ace is saying. It's like he just wants to get rid of his tsum. Poor little guy. And your tsum agrees.

“I can take care of it!” Your voice rings out, Ace and Deuce recognizing it immediately.

The students in front of you turn and see that you have another tsum in your arms. They make way for you while commenting on how cute it is.

“(Y/N)?!” Ace and Deuce say in unison.

You lean over to look at Ace-tsum who is looking at you with bright, surprised eyes. You say you can take care of it since Ace doesn't want to. Your tsum jumps from your arms to Ace-tsum's side. You add that you have your tsum to help you supervise it and that you already have some experience with an Ace. He blushes a little.

“Wait (Y/N)!” Deuce says.“This is supposed to be Ace and my task. And you already have your tsum to take care of.”

“Don't worry, Deuce. We both can take care of it. Right, Tsum?” Your Tsum agrees and rubs its cheek against Ace-Tsum's cheek. “Better us than someone who treats it like a burden.” But Ace-tsum moves away from your tsum and Ace grabs your arm to pull you with him to talk to you alone.

“You dummy!” He tells you in a lower voice. “Listen, I'm not just trying to get rid of my tsum, okay?! I'm trying to find someone who adores it so much that they would love to fawn over it and take care of it. This will be better than being with someone who is only taking care of it out of obligation.”

You ask, then, why can't you take care of his tsum.

“Because I was trying to get some idiot to do it, not you!”

Then you hear and see that more students have joined the group that fawns over Ace-tsum. And it seemed like they were finding something cute?

You two go back to the table and see your tsums having fun with each other. Ace-tsum was showing magic tricks to your Tsum and seemed happier with your Tsum's surprised reaction than with the students' applause. Your tsum approached Ace-tsum and began to rub their cheeks against each other, like cuddling. Ace blushed again.

“Fine...” Ace gives up. “It seems like it wants to be with your tsum anyway.”

“Why don't we all take care of the tsums together again?” Deuce suggests, “Like we did when mine was here.”

You and your tsum agree.

“Yeah, I guess we can do that.” Ace says, then smirks. “At least now I can split the work between three.”

Surprisingly, Ace's Tsum is much calmer when it's around your Tsum. In addition to being extremely affectionate with your Tsum, it also seems to really enjoy impressing it with magic tricks and things like that. As if it loved having your tsum's attention and affection back, completely ignoring Ace's embarrassment.

Your tsum wanted to go somewhere, so you pick it up and let it guide you out of Ramshackle Dorm. You pass the Botanical Garden and the Alchemy Workshop and arrive at the Hall of Mirrors. Your tsum wants you to cross the mirror to Heartslabyul.

You do so, enter the building and you end up crossing paths with Trey in the hallway. He was carrying a cake container. You feel your tsum move slightly in your arms when it sees him.

“Hello (Y/N).” Trey greets you. “I see your tsum is back.” He smiles at it and you feel it move again. “This time one similar to me showed up too, so I'm also tsumsitting. I assume you're here to see it.” He chuckles seeing you and your tsum nodding. “It is in the lounge. But before that.” He opens the cake container revealing a beautiful cake with icing and grapes decorating it, and some slices already missing. “Do you want to try a slice? Tsum decorated it.”

If you like grapes, he will be happy to see you eating a slice. If you don't like them and are sad because you would like to try the cake, He will suggest that you go to the kitchen and take out just one piece that doesn't have grapes for you to taste.

“Here.” He says taking just a forkful of the icing cake. “This one doesn't have grapes.” He holds out the fork with the piece of cake in your direction.

You can take the fork and eat it yourself or you can eat it while he holds the fork. If you do this last one, he will laugh and then smirk slightly. Independently of what you do, you'll feel your tsum moving in your arms again, but not enthusiastically.

Trey asks if everything is okay with your tsum and you answer that it might be sad because it can't taste the cake, after all tsum don't eat.

“Oh, don't worry.” He says to your tsum with a sweet smile. “You liking the way it looks is good enough already.”

Your tsum makes that happy tsum sound and suddenly jumps out of your arms towards Trey who catches it and you see it nestling in his arms.

“Ha ha ha. Your tsum is more cheeky than mine. No, that's not a bad thing. I find it quite cute actually.”

If you are more outgoing, your tsum will make that happy sound again and smile at him with its eyes. If you are shy, your tsum will shrink a little and hide its face in his arms.

He will, happily, carry your Tsum in his arms to the lounge where his Tsum and other students are, but when the three of you get there...

“Is everyone done? I'll get the dishes - uh...” Trey and you see what appears to be his tsum attacking students with a toothbrush. “What’s going on here?”

Cater explains the whole madness with Tsum wanting everyone to brush their teeth. Trey ends up taking his Tsum's side and the students run to brush their teeth. Cater tries to apologize by saying that it took him longer to eat and even tries to say that he wanted to spend some time with your tsum. But it's no use, both Treys look at him with a menacing smile.

“Ah, I'm sorry! I swear I'll brush therm! Don't come near me with that smile on your face!” And he leaves the lounge as well.

Only Riddle, you, Trey and your two tsums remain. Trey-tsum points his toothbrush at you with that smile.

“Let's give (Y/N) a pass this time.” Trey defends you. “They are from another dorm so their toothbrush and toothpaste are not here.”

Trey-tsum lowers the toothbrush in agreement. Your Tsum jumps out of Trey's arms and lands next to his Tsum. They both make a happy sound and the two begin to rub their cheeks against each other as if cuddling.

“Your tsum is very affectionate, isn't it?” Trey comments with a smile.

Trey-tsum jumps onto your shoulder, presses its face against your cheek as if it were giving you a kiss, and jumps back to your tsum’s side. Then the two jump onto one of the sofas and snuggle up together as if they were nesting.

“How cute.” Riddle comments with a slightly mocking smile seeing Trey blush.

You were taking a walk around the school campus with your tsum in your arms when you heard Jack's voice calling you.

“Hey (Y/N), glad I found you.” Jack says. You turn around and he sees your Tsum in your arms who greets him smiling with its eyes. “Your tsum is back? So you should already know that other tsums have appeared too.”

You say you had already assumed that and ask if he was looking for you.

“More or less. The truth is that I was looking for someone who could help Ruggie with his tsum.”

You feel your tsum move in your arms when it hears Ruggie's name. Jack tells you that everything seemed to be going well between them until they started arguing, or rather fighting over the money they earned. Your tsum has the same reaction as you, probably an unsurprised sigh.

You agree to help and go with Jack to Savanaclaw. You find Ruggie and his tsum in the lounge fighting with each other. Riggie has an envelope in his outstretched hand trying to get it away from the tsum, while the tsum jumps at Ruggie to try to get to the envelope while hitting him.

Your tsum jumps out of your arms and sneaks up on them while they are focused on fighting each other. When it is close enough, it prepares itself and as soon as it sees an opening, it jumps and takes the envelope from Ruggie's hands. Then it runs to you with the envelope where its mouth would be and jumps back into your arms, handing you the envelope.

Ruggie looked at your tsum and you with the most threatening look you've ever seen on him, until he realized it was you and his expression changed drastically and his ears went down. His Tsum's reaction was the same. He even stutters your name in surprise.

“And h-hey, your tsum is back!” He tries to divert the conversation and ease the situation.

You don't fall for that and ask why they were fighting over the money. Ruggie explained to you that he still tried to give 20% to his Tsum since it doesn't need money to eat or things like that and that's why it seemed fair to him. But his tsum didn't like the idea and was trying to keep most of the money.

You ask your own tsum if that money is the same as in the tsum world, basically asking if it would be of any use to Ruggie-tsum, and your tsum shakes its head no.

“See?! It's not even any use to you. And I would be generous enough to give you twenty percent.”

Ruggie's tsum turns against him again, your tsum jumps out of your arms and throws itself at Ruggie-stum, hitting it. But it doesn't hit your tsum to retaliate, instead it tucks its tail between its legs and lowers its ears while your tsum seems to scold it.

Ruggie laughs at that situation and approaches you asking, also with his ears down and his tail between his legs, if you could give him back the envelope. But you reveal that, knowing him, you knew that he was not taking care of the tsum, but rather taking advantage of it to earn more money with its work.

“Hey, The tsum was the one who wanted to work for m- I mean with me. We earned that money by working together by choice.”

“So why not split it fifty-fifty?” You suggest.

“WHAT?! Are you cra-”

“If one of you worked as hard as the other then you deserve the same amount, don't you?”

He tries to bargain by reiterating that Tsums don't need to eat, but you continue the discussion saying that if it's not like that they won't stop fighting and it will never be resolved. If Ruggie keeps rejecting ot, your tsum will throw itself at his head to hit him. And then he will finally give in and split the money 50-50.

After that your tsum will convince Ruggie-tsum to just rest with it, trying to push it onto one of the lounge chairs. But instead Ruggie-tsum seemed to want to play with your tsum and the two of them started play fighting like two cubs. Which ends up looking more like they are hugging and cuddling.

Ruggie comments that despite what happened they seem to really like each other. After playing with each other for a while, Ruggie-tsum will come over to you to see if it can get some petting from you for being so cute. And if so, it'll turn over on its back so you can give it belly rubs. Ruggie will tell you that you're spoiling his tsum while trying not to show that he's jealous.

You find out that a Tsum similar to Jamil has appeared and is with him in Scarabia by crossing paths with Kalim while you were taking a walk with your Tsum around the school campus. Needless to say, Kalim was super happy to see your tsum again.

On the way to Scarabia you could feel the enthusiasm of your tsum. When you arrive, Jamil and his tsum are in the lounge playing a card game.

The two Jamils realize that someone has entered the lounge. They look at whoever has entered just to greet them, but as soon as they see that it is you, they both smile.

“Hello (Y/N). I see your tsum is back.”

Your tsum jumps from your arms and approaches Jamil's tsum. When it gets close enough, they brush each other's cheeks. Jamil blushes and pulls his hood a little tighter.

They will finish the game they were playing and then invite you and your tsum to play with them. You will play against your tsum, Jamil will teach you and his tsum will teach your tsum while you both play. Jamil will try to make you win, while Jamil-tsum is trying to make your tsum win. And perhaps for this reason, he teaches you by whispering in your ear so that the tsums don't hear your plays. Even if you don't win, Jamil will say that you played well and will be happy that you understood how to play.

You play two or three more times. Whenever you or your tsum win, it's because Jamil and his tsum agreed to lose to see you both happy. But in the last round Jamil-tsum climbs onto your lap while your tsum goes onto Jamil's lap. Thus forming pairs for the last round.

While Jamil-tsum helps you with the best moves, Jamil asks your tsum for its opinion with a cute smile. They both know that your tsum can't help him win, but he enjoys interacting with it in the same way he enjoys interacting with you.

The two teams end up tied. There is a good chance that the bouth Jamils planned this result.

You were going to get up so Jamil could prepare something for the two of you to have a snack, when you heard something. The sound of an insect coming in and cetting closer to you. Jamil jumps and runs to the door leaving your tsum behind while his tsum uses you to hide. You feel it trembling against you. The insect lands on one of your cards and you see that it is a... little ladybug.

If your reaction is something like, ‘Aww, a cute ladybug.’ Jamil will complain, outraged.

You ask Jamil to bring you some jar with a lid with holes and leaves inside. When he asks you what for, you say that you're going to put the ladybug inside and release it in Ramshackle Dorm's garden. He thinks you're crazy but that's okay as long as you lock that thing up and take it away. He brings you an empty spice jar with two leaves inside. You ask if they are poisonous plants, he sighs and says no. You smell the leaves and they seem normal.

The ladybug was on your finger, you open the jar to put it inside but it flies back towards Jamil who screams and runs away again. When the ladybug returns, it goes after Jamil-tsum, who also starts to run away through the lounge. The ladybug finally lands on your tsum's head and the two of you put the insect in the jar and close it. You tell Jamil it's done.

When he comes back, you try your best to contain your laughter as you remember him running away from a ladybug, but he notices your little smile and looks at you sullenly, despite thanking you.

Something similar seems to happen with the tsums, but your tsum dosen't contain its laughter and Jamil-tsum attacks it with what appears to be tickles. After your tsum surrenders the two seem to start cuddling each other.

Jamil is embarrassed by this and pulls his hood even further to hide his blushing face.

You were walking around the school campus with your tsum in your arms when you arrived at the Courtyard. A group of Pomefiore students focused on photographing something separated you from Vil and Rook on the other side. You and your tsum noticed that they were photographing Vil's tsum, and it seemed to be enjoying the photoshoot itself.

Your tsum jumps from your arms to the ground and tries to pass between the feet of some students to get closer to Vil-tsum. But those students notice something moving near them and look down at your tsum.

“Aw, it's another tsum.” One of the students says.

“Yeah, but this one doesn't look like anything special.” Another student comments.

“In fact, it looks so ordinary.” A third student agrees. “Could you please not interfere with Vil's Tsum photos?”

Your tsum still tried to advance a little further, but the students stopped it by putting their feet in its way. And even if you were complaining, they didn't care, they were in the middle of a photo shoot, the staff and spectators shouldn't interfere.

“Listen, if your tsum was half as beautiful as Vil's tsum we might still consider it, but I don't believe his tsum would even want to be seen with yours.”

With this, your tsum becomes too sad to keep trying and returns depressed to you. It doesn't even jump into your arms, you have to bend down and pick it up.

Meanwhile, the photo shoot stops abruptly and you hear some students say: “What's wrong?”, “Why do you want to stop suddenly?”, “Did we do something wrong?”, “Have we crossed boundaries?”

You see the students in front of you make way for Vil's tsum. When it sees you, its eyes shine, but when it sees your tsum, sad and curled up in your arms it gets upset and turns aggressively towards the students.

They realize that the tsum is upset with them for insulting your tsum, but it doesn't know which one was and they start saying it was the other one.

“You're the one who said it didn't look like anything special!”

“’In fact, it looks so ordinary.’ that's what YOU said”

“And who said their tsum wasn't even half as beautiful as Vil's tsum?”

“At least have the decency to admit your rudeness.” Vil appears, also unpleased, and with Rook beside him. “None of you have the right to decide who can or cannot approach the tsum. It is the one who decides who deserves such a privilege.”

“What a disappointment to have dormmates with such little tolerance for other unique types of beauty.” Rook says sadly. “And so insensitive too. ‘I don't believe his tsum would even want to be seen with yours.’ Which of you has the courage to claim such a phrase?” Rook looks at the three main suspects with an amused smile but a menacing look.

Both Vil and his tsum got angry upon hearing this.

“It was him!” The other two pointed to the culprit.

“It is also quite ugly to denounce someone so shamelessly.” Vil rebuked them and clapped his hands decisively twice. “The photo shoot is over. Go back to your duties. And the three of you have a meeting scheduled with me later in the Pomefiore dorm. Do I make myself clear?”

“Y-yes Housewarden. We regret our words.”

“I sure hope you do. But that won't lessen your punishment. You may go now.”

As the Pomefiore students leave, the others glaring at the three who insulted your tsum, Vil-tsum turns back to you and jumps into your arms, knowing that you would catch it. It cuddles up to your tsum as if it were comforting it, rubbing their cheeks and giving it kisses, or at least that's what it seemed like since tsum don't have mouths.

“How can they belittle such a demonstration of love and such a beautiful couple!” Rook says dramatically. “Je suis choqué!”

When you start having trouble holding two tsums at once, Vil approaches you and puts his arms around yours to help you.

“I am deeply sorry for the atrocities you heard.” He tells you in a soft voice but then smiled smugly. “You can help me think of an appropriate punishment if you like.”

Knowing that you were having difficulty holding them, your tsums end up jumping from your embrace to the ground. Your tsum still looks a little sad and Vil's tsum doesn't take its attention away from your tsum.

“Don't listen to them.” Vil says to your tsum. “Just because you don't fit their standards doesn't mean you're not beautiful. You should only care about the opinion of those who you really care about and who care about you.” He looks at you. “They are right about one thing, you two look ordinary.” He will smile in amusement if you look at him sulkily. “But who said that was ugly? The beauty of the ordinary is the most difficult to perceive, only those who truly recognize it deserve to appreciate it. And if you want to know my opinion, two extraordinary things become flashy, but one common thing brings balance and harmony. The kind of thing whose value and importance you only realize when it disappears.” He looks back at your tsum. “Don't listen to the opinions of ignorant people.”

Rook was crying with emotion and murmured how beautiful that moment had been. Your tsum, also moved by his words, jumps into Vil's arms. He almost got a fright, but he caught your tsum.

“*sigh* How cheeky.” Vil said, smiling softly. He holds your tsum as if he were holding a beloved baby.

Vil-tsum approaches you calmly, with an aura of dignity and sophistication. You lower yourself, kneeling on the ground and it climbs onto your lap. Like a cat demanding in the way you pet it.

Vil-tsum won't let anyone else take a picture of it unless they want to take a picture of it and your tsum together. If your tsum is too shy and doesn't want to take pictures, then Vil-tsum will also refuse.

Vil's tsum will try to convince him to give you and your tsum a beauty treatment. And if it doesn't succeed the first time, he'll steal Vil's cosmetics for your tsum. But since it's you, Vil ends up accepting.

Vil will have to keep an eye on Rook because he will become obsessed with your tsums together.

Your tsum was restless in Ramshackle Dorm and seemed to want to go somewhere. You picked it up and let it lead you out of the dorm. Your tsum made you pass through the Botanical Garden and the Alchemy Workshop until you reached the Hall of Mirrors, where it made you pass through the mirror that lead to Ignihyde. Once inside it doesn't take long for Ortho to appear to greet you.

“Hi (Y/N)!” He looks at the tsum in your arms. “Oh! You're back too. It's great to see you again! Are you here because of my big brother's tsum?”

And now you know why your tsum wanted to go there. Your tsum nods its little head. Ortho doesn't even bother to tell you where they are because they can only be in one place, but he says he'll have to leave because of the meeting with the Film Research Club and wishes you luck in dealing with his brother and his tsum. You go to Idia's room and knock on the door.

“Ortho? Did you forget something?” Idea asks instead of opening the door.

“No. It's me, (Y/N).”

He stammers your name in surprise. “W-w-w-what are you doing here?!”

You explain that your tsum was the one who took you to Ignihyde and that Ortho told you that an Idia lookalike had also appeared. Suddenly you hear a commotion inside the room and Idia asking in panic what it was doing.

The bedroom door opens. You see Idia lying on the floor in the middle of the room and in front of you an Idia-tsum staring at you. When your eyes meet his, his own sparkle and the blue in his hair takes on pink hues at the tips.

Your tsum jumps out of your arms and lands right on top of Idia-tsum. What no one expected, not even your tsum, was that Idia-tsum's reflex would be to take advantage of this to take your tsum, as if kidnapping it, to a kind of fortress made of cardboard boxes in the corner of the room.

“Welcome to the club.” Idia tells you as he stands up. “It also kidnapped my tablet. Now it has two captives.”

As soon as you enter, the door closes behind you again. You go to the cardboard boxes, kneel down and look inside. You see, through a gap in the boxes, the two tsums very close together playing a co-op game on the tablet.

“S-sorry about that.” Idia tells you embarrassed. “I can't get along with this tsum. I've been trying to get my tablet back for hours but it is so stubborn. ...What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

You think about it and say that if they stay calm like that until it's time for them to go back to their world, there shouldn't be any problems, right?

“OF COURSE THERE IS! MY LOGIN BONUSES! Why do you think I'm trying to get my tablet back?! Listen, I don't care what the tsums do as long as they don't cause me any problems or interfere with my games. And this tsum manages to do both. My room wasn't this disorganized before, but it keeps fighting me. You're good with delinquents, help me!”

If your tsum is really like you, it wants to get Idia-tsum out of those cardboard boxes like you want to get Idia out of his room. Which means if you have an idea you know your tsum will help you. You think about that co-op games and how Idia can be competitive when he believes he have a good chance of winning. Aka: in video games.

So you have an idea, but to do so you have to whisper the idea in the Idia's ear so the tsums don't hear. When you get closer he gets flustered. You suggest playing a 2 vs 2 game and invite the tsums to play, and encourages him to be as provocative as possible to ensure that his tsum accepts the challenge.

“And then what?" He whispers back to you "We'll have to entertain it while I get the tablet back.”

“I can handle that part.” you guarantee him.

You both follow the plan, luckily Idia has 4 controllers, probably because they are all different models. At first, Idia-tsum doesn't fall into the trap, but soon Idia's smugness kicks in

“Of course you don't accept the challenge. You don't even have opposing thumbs, how could you beat us?” The boxes move. “Or is it because you're a noob?” The boxes move again and it looks like Idia has an idea for the ultimate strike. “Oh, I see, it’s because your teammate is a normie who sucks at games.”

One of the boxes jumps like a spring and almost hits Idia in the face, as if whatever was underneath it had exploded. Idia-tsum jumps towards one of the controls with an irritated look and his hair completely red. Idia himself gives one of those scared YEPs, but for some reason he smiles when he sees that reaction from his tsum.

Your tsum jumps to the other controller next to Idia-tsum who looks at it and waves like a true duo preparing for battle. Idia gets prepered beside you and gives you a similar determined smile before he starts the game.

During the fighting game, it was as if Idia had forgotten about his tablet and whenever it seemed like you were having trouble he would get upset on your behalf and defend your character with his. His tsum did the same to your tsum.

It was only at the end of the round that Idia suddenly remembered the tablet and jumped out of his chair to pick it up from the floor next to the cardboard boxes. His tsum did the same thing, but you managed to catch it in time and held it in your arms with a strong hug. It struggled at first, but when it remembered that it was you who was grabbing it, its hair turned completely pink and it covered its eyes with its little hands.

“I collected...”  Idia raises the tablet in his hands. “The Tablet!”

He looks at you with a triumphant smile, but if you are giving his tsum affection and kisses because it’s so cute, the tips of Idia's hair will also turn pink and he will be flustered.

Your tsum will jump right up to his face and give him some affection too, like rubbing its little face against his cheek.

“H-h-h-h-have you never heard of personal space?!”

You were walking with your tsum in your arms around the school campus when Lilia suddenly appeared.

“You're back!” Lilia surprises you and your tsum by appearing upside down in front of you. “Hi (Y/N)-tsum. It's so good to see you again. This is actually perfect.” He turns around and puts his feet on the ground. “You see, a Malleus-like tsum also appeared.” You feel your tsum move happily in your arms. “And Malleus decided to throw a party for it. I was looking for you to invite you, but now that I see that your tsum is back I know that both Malleus would love to have both of you at the party.

Your tsum gets so excited that it almost falls out of your arms.

“Good thing you're excited, because we're already late. Come with me. The party has already started.”

Lilia accompanies you and your tsum to Diasomnia. The lounge is full of Diasomnia students paying attention to Malleus and his tsum. Lilia asks you to follow him down the stairs and when you reach the last step the students in front of you look at you and respectfully make way between you and the two Malleus. Like soldiers taking positions on both sides of the road.

The two Malleus look confused to see what the students were doing and when the two tsums' eyes meet your tsum jumps out of your arms and hops towards Malleus-tsum very quickly. Some of the students (Sebek included) took one step forward to stop your tsum from "attacking" Malleus' tsum, but stop immediately at Lilia's signal.

Malleus-tsum did not move, excitedly waiting for your tsum to reach it. Your tsum did indeed attack Malleus' tsum, but with love and affection. Your tsum gave it a lot of affection and Malleus' tsum simply accepted it with smiling eyes, only occasionally reciprocating the affection. Malleus also looked at your tsum with a special affection in his eyes.

You approached the tsums to get a better look at Malleus’s. It approached you with that dignity that Malleus himself also has, looked at you for a few seconds and bowed. All the other students at Diasmonia suddenly did the same. Even Sebek, although he did so a little reluctantly.

You bowed back and asked if you could pet it. The other students looked at you again with extreme attention and some held their breath. Malleus-tsum pondered, creating suspense in the lounge, but then it made that happy tsum sound and jumped into your arms, super happy. It accepts any and all affection coming from you and it doesn't matter how strong your hug is, just like Malleus his tsum is also extremely strong and resistant.

Meanwhile, your tsum also jumps into Malleus' arms without warning. Hence the students' gasps echoing through the lounge.

“So fearless, jumping towards me like that.” Malleus smiled smugly. “You really don't fear that I might crush you?”

The other students were wary, but your tsum didn't seem to care what he was saying and jumped onto the top of his head, nestling between his two horns. Once again the students gasped in fear. Only Lilia and Silver were calm. Lilia was laughing.

“My liege, please forgive this insulting-” Sebek said, but was quickly interrupted by Malleus's good-natured laughter.

“How cheeky. I wonder who gave you permission to go up there.” He raises his arm to bring his hand closer to your Tsum in his head, touching its little nose affectionately before patting its head.

While you were hugging Malleus-tsum, one of its horns stung your cheek. It immediately stopped and looked at you worriedly when it heard you say ‘ouch’. When it realized it had hurt you, its little eyes watered. You said it was okay, that it hadn't really hurt you, it was just a little sting, you were fine, you hadn't even gotten a mark. But even so, you had to keep comforting it.

After that, Malleus-tsum wanted to dance with you and Malleus with your tsum. You did so. And the next one, the two tsums wanted to dance together. Following this same logic, Malleus invited you to dance.

At the end of the party, when your tsum gets tired, Malleus-tsum will accompany it to you and Malleus who are sitting together. But your tsum will lie on Malleus' lap, and he will pet it lovingly. Likewise, Malleus-tsum will lie down on your lap, even if it is not tired. It is extremely happy for you to pet it.

Malleus laughs happily when your tsum turns over onto its back so he can give it belly rubs.

Malleus-tsum looks at you and Malleus and thinks you're not close enough. It jumps from your lap to your side and gives you a little nudge on the leg with one of its little horns. You jump and lean against Malleus. You apologize, but Malleus still puts an arm around you. And now satisfied, his tsum returns to your lap, which is so close to Malleus' lap that the two tsums can nestle together too.

You were walking around the school campus with your tsum, but it got tired of always walking in your arms and now it was jumping around by your side.

You were crossing the bridge that led to the Mystery Shop grounds when your tsum, who was jumping on the edge of the bridge, slipped and fell into the water below you. The current took your tsum to the lake in front of the Hall of Mirrors building, you followed it running. Your tsum managed to grab onto a ledge in the rocks very close to the waterfall.

You didn't know what to do. You couldn't get down there and there was nothing to help you.

But at that moment something jumped into the water near your Tsum, grabbed onto it and grew so big that it was blocking the passage to the waterfall. It was Silver's tsum!

And speaking of him, Silver appears right after and uses his magic to make your tsum levitate and fly back into your arms. But what about his tsum? The water coming from the lake was accumulating and creating more pressure on the tsum.

But the two Silvers seemed to understand each other well and the Tsum quickly returned to its normal size and let itself fall down the waterfall, but Silver managed to use his magic to catch it in the middle of the fall and bring it back to land safe and sound.

Your tsum jumped out of your arms to hug Silver-tsum, who hugged it back, or at least the tsum version of a strong and affectionate hug.

If you do the same to Silver to thank him, he will be surprised at first, but will hug you back gently with a smile on his face.

“I'm glad you and your tsum are safe now.” Silver tells you. “My tsum and I fell asleep nearby. We both woke up to the sound of something falling into the water and your fright.”

Neither your tsum nor silver's tsum wanted to let go of each other.

“Were you heading back to your dorm? We will accompany you.”

He used his magic to dry your tsum and you for grabbing it right after it came out of the water. Your tsums seemed to agree on something and then your tsum jumped into Silver's arms while Silver-tsum jumped into yours. Your tsum was nestling in Silver's arms, while his tsum was on guard and alert to your surroundings.

“I think they want me to protect your tsum while my lookalike protects you.” Silver assumes, placing his arms protectively around your tsum.

You go to Ramshackle Dorm together and as soon as you arrive in the lounge, your two tsums go to the sofa and snuggle up very close. And now in a safe place and next to your tsum, Silver-tsum falls asleep very soundly. Both you and your tsum find it funny how soft he looks when he sleeps so deeply.

“There goes another attempt to stay awake for as long as possible.” Silver says smiling, also finding it funny. “But I can't blame it. I also feel very relaxed around you.”

You stay with your tsums in the lounge. There's a good chance Silver will fall asleep next to you. Or on your lap if you let him.

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[hoshifighting]

Hiiii !! First of all tysm for all the fics you’ve put out! I honestly don’t know how you write them so fast 😭 secondly, I’ve been thinking about this so much so when I saw your requests were open again I got so excited to see if you had any opinions! How do you think the Svt members would react if you told them to say “please”/ ask nicely before they could cum?

I know you have so many requests coming in so I hope you’re taking care of yourself and having fun writing these!

svt reaction to you telling them to say “please”/ask nicely before they could cum

WARNINGS: smut, begging, svt desperate to cum ❤️🩹🗣

seungcheol: his pride is imediatelly gone and its almost funny. he’s groaning “please, please, I’ll do anything, baby, just let me cum.” gripping the sheets, thrusting up into your hand, so fucking close that he’s almost whining. if you tease him a little more, he’ll actually beg louder “fuck, I’m begging you—please let me.”

jeonghan: at first, he’s trying to smirk through it, pretending he’s unaffected: “oh, you think I’ll beg for you?” (he will). the minute you slow down or stop, he’s groaning and grinding against you like, “fine, fuck, please—please let me cum, baby.”

joshua: he wants to keep his composure, but his body’s backstabbing him. he’s thrusting into your hand, breathing hard through his nose, trying to hold back, until he’s finally gasping “fine, fine, please, I’ll beg if that’s what you want—just let me cum.”

jun: he’s squirming like crazy, trying to resist. but you can see the moment he breaks—his whole body’s trembling, and he finally whispers “please, baby, I need it—please.”

hoshi: instant panic. he’s gasping out, “please, I’ll be so good, I’ll do anything you want—just let me.” he’s holding onto you for dear life, all wide-eyed and desperate. if you don’t let him right away, he’ll legit cry, moaning your name in between pleases like he’s praying to you.

wonwoo: the silent sufferer. he’s biting his lip so hard it might bleed, glaring at you like he’s daring you to make him beg. but when you edge him for the third time, his voice cracks “fuck, please—please just let me finish.”

woozi: this man is STUBBORN. at first, he’s glaring at you, biting his lip like he can hold out forever. but when you keep teasing him, he’s growling under his breath “haah—! fuck, okay—please, just let me finish, I can’t take it anymore.”

minghao: you’re testing his patience, and he hates losing. he’s shaking his head at first, lips tight, but when you keep teasing him, he’s hissing “you’re so cruel. fine—please, just let me cum.”

soekmin: likes it when you’re mean to him. he’s smiling through his whines, “please, baby, I know you wanna hear me beg—just let me cum, I’ll be so good for you.” if you keep teasing him, he’s GIGGLING because he lowkey loves it.

mingyu: he’s too whipped for you to pretend he wouldn’t enjoy being edged and begging for permission. he’d say please a hundred times if it meant you’d let him finish.

seungkwan: this man can talk, and it’s all spilling out at once. “please, I’m begging, I’ll be so good—fuck, I’ll never do anything to piss you off again, I promise, just let me cum, PLEASE.” he’s pulling out all the stops, saying whatever he thinks will convince you. 10/10, most affected.

vernon: he’s so conflicted. you can see the internal battle written all over his face. he starts off quiet, breathing hard, refusing to speak—until you slow down and he panics “wait, wait, okay—please, I’ll say whatever you want, just don’t stop.”

chan: his pride lasts for like… ten seconds. he’s trying to play it cool, but when he feels you tighten or slow down, he’s crying. bonus: if you’re extra mean, he’ll choke out an apology for being so stubborn.

[starboye]

starring: jordan powell x male reader x vinnie hacker

request: can i get a jordan powell x male reader x vinnie hacker smut fic i CRAVE more vinnie hacker smut

warnings: smut, cursing, unprotected sex, creampie, overstimulation, handjod, making out

when you went out to have some fun at a bar you didnt expect to end up back at a hotel room getting fucked by two guys you barely met but i mean are we really against that (i know you aren't) but you really couldn't complain with such good dick fucking you right now.

i think the guys kissing you was named jordan and the other one fucking you was vinnie, and god was he fucking you good while you were slumped in the arms of jordan who was making out with you, his tongue invading your mouth and his teeth casually nipping at your bottom lip every now and then.

"good boy" jordan whispered in your ear as your head drooped onto his shoulder, vinnies hands snaking up to lift your face off jordans shoulder "mm mm we wanna hear those pretty moans some more baby" he drawls deepening his thrusts into your making you whimper while your hands tighten around jordan arms.

looking up at him with watery eyes from the hours of fucking, feeling so tired but wanting more and more just for him to smile back at you "y'know you look so good all desperate for some cock" he mutters before going back to making out with you, they both enjoyed the sight, vinnie loved seeing you lazily making out with jordan and jordan loved seeing you take vinnies cock.

"yeah just a little more" vinnie said from behind you as he fucked you a little harder, his grip tightening before he came in you, creaming your hole for like the 3rd time tonight, pulling out of you and switching with jordan who slipped into your loose hole easily "did you miss this face" vinnie asked taking jordan place in front of you.

as much as you wanted to make a snarky remark you did in fact like looking at his pretty face but it looked better when he was destroying you hole and before you could answer he was quick to kiss you down your neck, sliding his hand down your back to arch it more, giving him the perfect view of your ass getting fucked.

"keep it just like that mhm" he lowly ordered nipping at your neck making you mewl a little, jordan ran his hands down the insides of your thighs, inching closer and closer to your sensitive cock after hours of cumming "ngh please no" you whine making both of them chuckle before jordan leans over your shoulder "what can't cum anymore" he teases and you shyly nod your head.

"well i think you got one more in you dont you think so vin" he asks "id say he has about three more in him" vinnie answers slipping his hands down to fondle your balls a little snickering at how you moan into the crook of his neck more and more as jordan slowly strokes your aching cock.

vin leans back up to kiss you, quickly making you go quiet as all the pleasure worked your body more and more, hips bucking your ass back onto jordans hips a little more "so slutty huh" jordan says slapping your ass causing you to moan into vins mouth making his cock jump a little.

"c'mon just one more and were done okay" jordan coos next to your ear as his fist tightens around your length and your hole tightens around his cock "yeah just one more for us okay baby boy" vinnie adds holding your face to look at him before your cumming onto the soaked sheets, jordans load spurting into your ass not to soon after.

"good boy" vinnie whispers kissing you while jordan comes down from his high and you collapse onto the bed and soon fall asleep "i like this one" jordan says admiring your sleeping figure "y'think he'd come live with us" vinnie asks.

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[sexy-monster-fucker]

Crawling Back to You

Aaron Hotchner x BAU!Reader SMUT

Summary: Hotch shows up at your place late one night needing company.

CW: newly divorced!Hotch, needy!Hotch, nipple play, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie,

a/n: imma be real with yall, I don’t think I’ll ever write a Hotch fanfic where the reader isn’t a part of the BAU lol also this is pretty much straight sex

*This is the fanfic the won the poll so it’s the one I finished first!*

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It was nearly midnight.

So when a hasty knock pounded against your door, you were apprehensive. Finger resting flat against the side of your gun as you looked through your peephole. Unsuspecting a familiar face at this hour.

“Hotch?”

Aaron Hotchner. Your supervisor and Unit Chief. Bags under his eyes heavy with lines mapping his face. Lips pierced tightly into his mouth as his doey brown eyes looked at you. A small bit of stubble decorated his jaw. You examined his body making sure he did not have anything physically wrong with him. Noting his lack of work attire. T-Shirt with a zip-up over it along with some jogger pants and tennis shoes. Far more casual than you ever saw him.

“May I come inside?”

You stepped back into your home, allowing him to pass by you. Scent of his cologne overwhelmed your senses. Musky, with some sweeter hints underneath. Closing and locking the door behind you. Placing your gun back into its holster and hiding it in its usual spot.

“Is everything okay?”

Your hand rubbed your neck as you watched him look around your place. It was dark and silent. You made it a routine to read before bed. Curled up under your soft, yellow lamp on your couch. Just getting to the end of the latest chapter when you had been taken aback by the noise at your door.

Hotch’s silence worried you. Brow resting heavy upon his head as his fists clinched at his sides. Fearing he had some extremely troubling news to share with you. His disheveled hair and lack of formality clued you in that he had come over after something happened.

“Hotch…?”

You trailed off as you closed the distance between you. Hand flattening against his back with your question. Turning to look at you over his shoulder. Orbs glossy and sad. Your expression dropped when you saw the tears staining the corner of his eyes. Never having seen your boss like this. It tugged at your heart.

“Oh, Aaron…”

“Can I… stay here tonight? I can’t be alone in that house another night,” Hotch’s voice was soft and broken. Fighting off showing his emotions to you. Expression as if he had just seen someone kick his puppy. Urge inside you wanting to caress his face and pull him into a hug.

Divorce was hard. Even for someone as cold and stoic as Aaron Hotchner. It was far worse when a child was involved. Throwing his mundane life through the wringer. Ripping away the semblance of normality he had.

“Of course,” your fingers trickled down his arm, “Can I get you anything?” Offering as he slumped into your couch.

“Just some water,” his shaky voice had your stomach doing flips. Hurrying into the kitchen to hide your flushed expression. Pouring him a small cup and sitting it on the table in front of him. His neck strained backward as he rested his head. Admiring how the soft glow of your living room highlighted his jawline.

The two of you sat in complete silence. You fidgeting with your own hands. Pinching and rolling your fingers. Watching Hotch’s broad chest rise and fall with each deep breath he took. His nostrils flaring with slight irritation. Clearly defeated and tired. Unable to properly rest on his own.

Sighing heavily as he sat up. Leaning forward to grab the water. Drinking nearly half the glass in one go. It was strange seeing him here. On your couch in some ordinary clothes. Feeling like ordinary people momentarily. Hotch’s face fell into his hands. Rubbing along his worry lines.

“Hotch—“

“Y/N, I—“

You spoke at the same time. Awkwardly smiling as you cut each other off. Soft, unsure chuckles vibrating off your walls. Your hand planting itself against Hotch’s arm as you leaned forward, “Is there anything I can do to help?”

Hotch’s sorry eyes blinked towards you. Eyebrows curved and mouth frowned. Same glassy stare from before returning. Nodding slowly, “I’ve been so lonely…” Your arms raised as Hotch laid his head in your lap. Unsure where to place your hands. Blushing at the intimacy your boss was seeking in you. Unable to deny the feelings swimming around your chest for him.

Resting one hand on his head and the other softly lying against his arm. Fingers petting his hair, stiff locks slowly softening. His hand came up and interlocked fingers with yours against his arm. Pulling your hand closer to his face. Cheek resting against it, a soft peck of his lips gifting itself there.

Your heartbeat rang in your ears. Trying your hardest to steady your breathing. To stop the shaking of your hands. Warmth engulfing you from where each part of him touched you.

Intimacy was not something anyone in the BAU ever got from Hotch. An occasional hug after something may have endangered someone. His tended to be spoken. Not physical. So this was a strange new feeling.

Not helping with the under-the-table feelings you had been harboring for Hotch for so long.

“Y/N…”

There was a whine on his tone that made your head spin. Your fingers tightened in his hair instinctively. Gripping on to something to support the pulse that radiated in your lower half. His brows knitted together at the feeling, his mouth hanging open slightly.

“Yeah?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat. Loosening your grip. Going back to gently petting him. Trying to calm yourself down.

Hotch turned, reaching his arm up to cup your face. Thumb tracing against your cheek. Dark pupils looked into yours. Admiring your face. Pushing himself up to meet your lips. Capturing you in a deep kiss.

Surprising you.

“A-Aaron…”

You stumbled. Not wanting him to do anything he would regret. Eyes scanning his for some semblance of— Regret? Fear? Hesitation? Something?

“Please…”

Aaron’s sultry voice and the feeling of his large hand against your face had you melting into him. His wanting tone begging you. Puppy dog eyes looking into you. Lips finding yours again. Pulling your lower lip between his. Tongue wanting to explore your mouth. Allowing him to pin you mostly against the couch with his torso. Thick fingers tangled in your hair. Holding you close to him as he latched onto you.

Pulling away for only a moment. Looking into each other’s eyes. Seeing nothing but desperate desire in his.

“You look so beautiful in this light,” Hotch gently pushed your hair behind your ear. Watching your face redden and lashes fluttered at his compliment. His lips planted on your neck, hand gripping the back of your head. Sucking and licking softly against your skin. Trailing along your pulse. No doubt, leaving soft purple marks behind. Nothing that would not fade or be easily covered by makeup, of course. Just enough for you to feel how badly he wanted you.

“Aaron…” you began, wanting to tell him how you were not some cheap hookup to help him get over his wife. How you needed to be something more than that with him. Confessing all your pent up feelings for him. How heavily they had been lying on your shoulders. And that you wanted this, just more special.

But.

When Aaron looked up at you with his big, sad brown eyes every thought you had disappeared. Consumed by how pathetic and desperate he looked. Disheveled hair and shiny lips sending you into a feral state.

You mouthed attempting to find the words. Losing every semblance of a thought as you watched his eyes dart between your eyes and lips. Hand coming up to cup his face. Nuzzling into your grasp as he stared at you. Warmth from his cheeks heating up your palm.

“Are you just wanting an outlet?” the whisper escaped your mouth without thought.

“No… I just want you,” Aaron whispered back. A soft confession of his true feelings. Leaning in to kiss you once more. Tongue parting your lips to lap into your mouth. Deepening the kiss as he sat up further. Attempting to shift so that he was pulling you onto his own lap. Shuffling around each other until your legs straddled him.

Long, thick fingers rubbed up your exposed thighs. Resting against your hips. Doeing his eyes up at you. Hands resting on his shoulders as you sat upon him. Enjoying the weight of you on his body. His hands danced under your loose fitting shirt, feeling your soft plump skin. Running up to squeeze at your breasts. Softly pinching at your nipples through your bra. Hotch sighed, hint of a smile on his face.

Gentle hands splayed across his chest. Fingertips tracing the zipper until you were pulling it down. Helping him remove his jacket, throwing it onto the floor. Leaving him in only a tight, white shirt. Muscles accented by the short sleeves and dim lighting. Lips falling against his jugular. Featherlight kisses scattered across his skin. His own hands gripping onto your back tightly. Shortly finding the clasp of your bra and undoing it.

Coarse fingertips hooked around the hem of your shirt, pulling it and your bra off in succession. Hotch’s hands gripped your back. Awestruck by the look of you above him. Nipples hardening when the cold air washed over your body. Softly cupping his cheek as you leaned in to kiss him once more. A groan vibrating through his throat when your breasts pressed against him.

“I’ll do whatever you want, Hotch,” you spoke into his mouth.

Corner of his mouth curved into a grin. Eyebrows still pressed tightly together as if he was still unsure. Not completely convinced on why he came here. Just knowing his body craved yours tonight.

“Take me to your bedroom,” Hotch breathed out. Not demanding, simply asking. Pleading eyes locking into yours.

You rose off his lap. Standing before his disheveled state. Legs spread wide with a tent pitched between them. Heating up your face when his body followed yours like losing contact with you physically hurt him. Interlocking fingers to guide him down the hallway. Smiling over your shoulder at him.

Allowing him into the room first, closing and locking the door behind you. His body was quick to pin yours against the door. Knocking the air out of your lungs momentarily. Strong hands squeezed at your softness. Pulling a moan from you when his rough fingertips pinched at your nipples. Leaning down to capture the bulb between his lips. Muttering curses and his name under your breath.

“Please, Y/N… I-I need you,” Hotch mumbled against your flesh. Hands trailed the waistband on your shorts.

“How do you need me?” You kissed his jawline.

“On top, please…” he trailed off. Moaning when your hand flattened against his erection. Fingers gripped around him, gently stroking his shaft. Hotch became a whimpering mess in your hand. Eyes squinted shut and mouth hanging open. You led him back against your bed step-by-step. Back of his knees buckling when they met the mattress. Resting up on his elbows to continue looking at you.

Thumbs tugged at your waist, pulling down your shorts and panties. Causing Hotch’s breath to tighten in his throat. Seeing you in your full nudity leading to his clothes feeling obscenely tight. Practically ripping his shirt from his chest.

Kneeling down before him. Hotch’s bare chest heaved. Melting expression stirring around your stomach, finding itself nestling between your legs. Manicured fingertips played at his waistband. Hotch craned his neck back, adoring the feeling of your hands on him. Steadily, shaking hands pulled his joggers down his legs. Revealing the outline of his erection in his boxer-briefs. Mouth watering sight before you.

"Oh, God, please," Hotch begged with a broken voice. Your lips kissed against his stomach directly above his underwear. Traveling down to be kissing the length of his shaft. Hatch's legs bounced with anticipation. Finally, you removed his underwear from his body. Cock bouncing free. Thick and swollen, with a drop of pre-cum decorating the head. Throwing his boxer-briefs somewhere on the floor as you straddled his waist. Passionate hands dug into your waist. Completely slack jawed as he took in every inch of you.

"Y-You... you're incredible," Hotch breathed out, eyes finding their place in yours again. Shining in the moonlight that beamed in through your barely opened curtain. Your cheeks burned at his compliment. Unable to deny the full faced smile that overtook you. Blushing at his soft expression.

You hovered directly over his cock. Nose to nose with your boss. Kissing him again before resting your hips against his. Cock gliding through your slick folds as you capture it between your bodies. Hotch moaned at the feeling of your warmth, "Oh, Y/N."

You grinded down on him, lathering his member with your arousal. Shaky gasps escaped him with each move of your hips. "Please, please," Hotch stammered with squinted eyes, "I need to be inside you, now."

Hand lined him up with your entrance. Sinking down slowly as to adjust to his girth. Your face contorted in pleasure at the feeling of him stretching you. Calling out his name when you were flush against his body. Large, brown eyes stared up at you. Face flushed and agape as he watched you rise and fall onto his cock again. You swallowed the lump in your throat as you found a perfect rhythm. Chanting his name over and over again as you rode him.

Hotch's hands grasped under your thighs, helping you get higher off him. Sloppy sounds filled your silent bedroom. Mixed in with the grunts and moans that escaped you and Hotch. Sound of slapping skin rang in your ears.

"Perfect," Hotch sighed breathlessly, finally relaxing his neck and head onto the mattress. Your nails dug into his chest, arching your hips to allow him deeper inside you. Panting as you hopped up and down. Lost with how perfectly his cock hit every spot inside you. Running your hand down the front of yourself, fingers finding your sensitive clit. Circling it.

"Aaron," you whined when he hit that spongy spot deep inside that had electricity shooting through your nerves.

"I love when you say my name," Hotch grunted. Your insides constricted with his deep, sultry voice. Causing him to rut his hips upward, chasing the feeling.

And you swear you had never had someone this good. As if his cock had been made perfectly for you. Almost like Hotch already knew your body. Knew how to make it feel good and how to get you there. He had you seeing stars.

"Can I cum inside you?"

His shaken voice pleaded. Feeling himself twitch and grow more sensitive knowing his end was approaching. Not wanting to lose the sensation of you wrapped around him.

"Please, Y/N."

You nodded viciously. Feeling your own orgasm preparing to wash over you as the familiar tightening in your stomach returned. Bottoms of your feet tingled with heat as you moaned above him. Looking down to see his puppy dog eyes doeing up at you. As if he had never seen anything as beautiful as you in his life. Admiring every single piece of you. Never wanting to leave you.

A few more swirls of your fingers had your insides clamping around Hotch. You fell forward, holding onto him for support as you shook. Moaning into his ear, his name a mantra from your tongue. He held you tight against him, bottoming out inside you as you finished around him. "So good," he praised into your ears.

Hotch continued the movements you had been doing. Thrusting his hips up into you, clearly chasing his own high now. Forcing a squeaky whine with each snap of his hips. Strong fingers dug into your back as kept you flush to his chest. Angled hips causing your sensitive cunt to spasm. Few more before he was shooting up into you. Filling you to the hilt with his seed, keeping his hips firmly pressed into yours. Trembling as he finished.

Lying in silence other than both of your panting. Refusing to move from the position you were in. Cock halfway softening inside you. Your nose was tucked into the crook of his neck. His hands gently rubbed up your back. Enjoying the feeling of your bodies still tangled together. Hearts beating in sync. Minds consumed by thoughts of the other. The world fading around you.

Hotch planted a kiss on the side of your head. Causing you to lean up and look at him. Being greeted with a smile that caused you to blush. Somehow still making you feel flustered even after fucking you. As if you were not lying completely nude against him. Nestling your face back into his neck to hide your heated cheeks. Hotch chuckled at your embarrassment.

"Thank you," Hotch broke the silence.

"You don't have to thank me," you smiled against his skin.

Hotch hummed in response.

You remained like this for several minutes. Drifting off, the late hours catching up with you.

"Let's get under the blanket," you shivered with the chill of the room hitting your warm skin.

"Don't wanna move," Hotch's sleepy tone made your stomach do a flip.

"Come on," you pushed yourself up. Causing his member to slip out of you. The two of you wincing at the sensation. Hotch groaned at the lost of your body heat. Reaching up for you as you crawled up to the pillows. Finally rolling to meet you under the blanket. Nestling under the bedding together.

Hotch wrapped his arms around you. Getting as close to you as possible. Engulfing you in his warmth. You wrapped your own arms around him. Limbs tangling together as you found a comfortable position together.

You felt yourself falling asleep in his comfort. Hoping that in the morning this would all be a happy memory you shared. Begging for him to still want you by daybreak.

~~~

[END]

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[abigailspinach]

Like so many other studios in the 1990s, 20th Century Fox wanted in on the box-office gold rush around the Disney Renaissance. Unfortunately, the studio started bringing feature animation to theaters too late, right at the point where Disney itself was facing diminishing returns from its animated musicals. After distributing a few animated films produced by outside studios, Fox partnered with former Disney animators Don Bluth and Gary Goldman. Back in the mid-’80s, Bluth and Goldman’s Sullivan Bluth Studios had given Disney a run for its money with movies like An American Tail and The Land Before Time.

While Fox Animation’s first theatrical feature, Anastasia, paralleled the Disney formula with its big show-stopping musical numbers and coming-of-age story centered around a plucky heroine, its next film, the hard sci-fi action story Titan A.E., spun in the complete opposite direction. Just a few weeks after the film hit theaters to middling reviews and poor box-office returns, Fox Animation shuttered its operations. And yet, while Titan A.E. was much maligned for leaning too hard on overused science-fiction tropes, it was the first taste of grandiose space adventure for younger audiences, and it earned a special place in a lot of childhood memories.

cale piloting a ship

Image: Fox Animation

Release date: June 16, 2000

Directors: Don Bluth and Gary Goldman

Production budget: $75-90 million

Worldwide box office: $36.8 million

Rotten Tomatoes score: 51%

What it’s about

In the distant future, Earth has been destroyed by a mysterious alien race called the Drej, and humans are dispersed across the galaxy. Salvage-yard worker Cale (Matt Damon) learns from spaceship pilot Korso (Bill Pullman) that the ring Cale inherited from his late father reveals the location of a mysterious project designed to save humanity. Cale joins Korso and his team to find Project Titan, the Drej hot on their trail.

A little backstory…

Here’s the thing about Titan A.E.: it wasn’t supposed to be an animated movie, let alone an animated Don Bluth movie.

While floating around development at 20th Century Fox, the film was originally conceived as a live-action feature. A few screenwriters and directors tried to make it work, including The Tick creator Ben Edlund, but it never took off. According to Gary Goldman in an interview with Animation World, Fox Filmed Entertainment Chairman and CEO Bill Mechanic thought the film might look good in CG. After finishing up work on the direct-to-video Anastasia spinoff Bartok the Magnificent, the burgeoning Fox Animation department had no current project in the works, so Titan A.E. landed in its hands.

Screenwriter John August (Go, Big Fish) came aboard the project in February 1998, hired to polish the dialogue, but he ended up sticking around for a few weeks longer to work on the story. Though the project had already transitioned to an animated feature, he says, the studio was still trying to figure out what type of animation it would be.

“Even over the four to six weeks that I was on board the project, we went from being all traditional animation to completely CG, sort of like Ice Age animation, to the hybrid that it became,” August told Polygon in a recent interview about the film. As a writer, that didn’t affect his work much, but he recounts an interesting tidbit about the process: “I would get these notes […] saying, ‘Oh, okay, so characters can be underwater, but they can’t be wet.’”

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Bluth and Goldman had yet to come on the project at that point. August can’t recall the director on board at the time, but he says he met with Ice Age director Chris Wedge to discuss the movie. The development process felt more like he was working on a live-action project than an animated one, particularly because the studio had no idea how the final film would look. While animated features tend to have a lot of back-and-forth between screenwriters and storyboarders, live-action movies tend to be more linear: write the script, shoot the scene, edit the movie.

“I was writing that script in a vacuum,” says August. “It was like I was doing a rewrite on a live-action feature. I wasn’t thinking about the animation on a daily basis.”

Goldman and Bluth joined the project sometime after August departed. Joss Whedon finalized the script further. Neither Goldman or Bluth had ever worked on a science-fiction movie before, but they took on the project regardless. Fox really wanted Titan A.E. to appeal to a young adult male demographic, citing Star Wars as a reference point.

The studio finally solidified that the movie’s animation style would be a hybrid of CGI and traditional animation. With directors on board, a look set, and a script finalized, Titan A.E. was ready to take flight.

What went wrong

akima trapped in some green crystal pod

Image: Fox Animation

Unfortunately, Fox Animation went through a massive downsizing in 1999, with more than 300 staff members laid off. The entire studio shuttered in 2000, just a few weeks after Titan A.E. came out. The movie was finished at a handful of other studios, including Blue Sky Studios, which went on to make Ice Age two years down the line. Because Fox Animation was basically running on a skeleton crew during post-production, Bluth said at a 2010 AnimationNation special event that much of the film’s promotion and distribution was halted.

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Even without production woes, Titan A.E. is a tricky movie to love. In previous iterations of this series, we’ve looked at the split in genre in this era of animation, with some films leaning sharply in the comedic direction, and others delving into sci-fi and action. Titan A.E. is firmly in the latter category, even more so than Treasure Planet or The Iron Giant: it’s dark and gritty, and the directors take the story very seriously. While Treasure Planet, The Iron Giant, and Atlantis: The Lost Empire still felt similar in scope and message of the sweeping fantasies that defined the Disney Renaissance, Titan A.E. is a hard science-fiction movie, using animation as a medium rather than a genre. While that doesn’t necessarily spell box-office doom, the American mindset then (and to this day) associates Western animation with a family-friendly tone and story.

“I’d say it’s not a ‘mother friendly’ movie. Although we haven’t left the mothers and children out,” Goldman told Animation World magazine in 2000. “There is some swearing, some sexual innuendo, it’s intense … there’s a lot of violence. I don’t think anybody under 8 years old should see this film.”

Fox Animation’s previous theatrical movie, Anastasia, basically follows the Disney formula closely as possible, and it did decently at the box office, earning $140 million from a $50 million budget — Don Bluth’s first financially successful film since 1989’s All Dogs Go to Heaven. (For context, Hercules, which came out the same year, was considered a middling success at Disney, making $252 million from an $85 million budget) . But within the three years between Anastasia and Titan A.E., audience tastes shifted, Disney began to rethink its own formula, and other studios took a crack at it too. Titan A.E. swung too hard in the opposite direction, with the very specific goal of being edgy and cool enough to target 12- to 17-year-old boys. That, unfortunately, jarred too sharply with audience expectations, even as audiences tried to figure out what they wanted next.

Why we love it today

akima piloting a ship, with cale at her side

Image: Fox Animation

Titan A.E. came out to mixed reception from critics, who called it a hodge-podge of other science-fiction movies. But one response was near-universal: it looked great.

In fact, it looks so good that it’s easy to wonder why more science fiction isn’t animated. Unlike 2002’s Treasure Planet, which reimagines space travel, Titan A.E. sticks to a tried-and-true expectation of how we imagine humanity will take to the stars. The locations — especially the space stations, like the junkyard where Cale works at the beginning of the movie, and New Bangkok, where dispersed human drifters have built a colony — feel lifted from media like Star Trek: Deep Space Nine and Babylon 5. But instead of being rendered with clunky setpieces and special effects that don’t hold up after 20 years, Titan A.E.’s animation still seems fresh, and the planets, ships, and space scenes look dynamic and captivating.

One of the most breathtaking moments of the movie happens when Cale and pilot Akima (Drew Barrymore) navigate through a planet’s icy rings, Korso and his team on their tail. It’s a tense, tight chase scene, as Akima steers the ship through floating blocks of ice, and each ship’s reflection confuses the other. It never would have looked as good in live action. The only CG of the movie that does sharply seem out of place are the Drej, the aliens bent on exterminating humans. But because they’re beings made of pure energy, designed to be mechanical and lifeless compared to organic humans, their jarring designs work with the overall threat of the movie, as they want to wipe out humanity.

Whoever conceived and animated this moment, I hope they're doing well and thriving. This is S-rank romance stuff here.

[themultifanshipper]

Sometimes, there's nothing like some heavy drinking and extreme cold to make sure best friends don't stay best friends.

You and Franco found this out the hard way.

Warnings: don't fuck on the beach guys it's really not a good idea, smut, belly bulge, squirting, alcohol, so many petnames I lost count, no good judgement to be found anywhere

I'll set the scene.

Winter break, at a beach house on the Argentinian coast, at night.

Everyone is sleeping, the only sound that can be heard is the waves crashing on the sand.

You and Franco were indeed best friends. And deeply, deeply in denial about your feelings for each other.

You followed him everywhere, fucking up your education to go to all his races, ever since you were 14.

And he never had a girlfriend because... well, how could he even look at other girls when you were around?

Now you were 23, and he'd fucked around a bit, and so had you. But it was never anything serious, drunken one night stands mostly.

But there you were, on the beach at 2 in the morning, playing a game of drunk hetero-chicken.

Like gay chicken, but longer and more painful to watch.

It involved throwing back shots, and running into the ocean.

The twist was that the ocean was fucking cold when there was no sun to warm you up, and there was only so much the cheap tequila could do, so once you were in the water you had to huddle up to share body heat.

It was only a matter of time before the huddling turned to groping.

You can't even remember who initiated the first kiss, but neither of you wanted to stay in the water for long after that.

Franco carried you out, your thighs firmly wrapped around his waist and his hands digging into your ass.

He set you down in the sand and climbed over you, shoving his way in between your legs.

You both knew what was about to happen, but were too fucking in love to care.

You whined at the stretch when the first of his thick fingers made its way into your quickly dampening cunt.

“It's okay, querida. Let me take care of you”

He bit your bottom lip at the same time as the second finger slipped in, both actions making you groan into his greedy mouth.

Mouth that decided to start traveling south and sucked a couple of bruises into your skin before going even further.

The hand that wasn't pumping in and out of you came up to pull at the string of your bikini, exposing your tits to him as he gulped and looked deep into your eyes.

“You are perfect, mi vida”

He leaned down and sucked one of your nipples into his mouth, making you arch into the sensation and he took the opportunity to slip a third finger in.

He hooked them upwards and you groaned your approval of his ministrations.

“Franco, fuck me- please”

“In a minute, baby, let me just-”

You looked down at this hand, and the sight of him slipping a fourth finger in was enough to make you clench around them, and he groaned, the squelch almost audible over the crashing waves.

“Fuck Franco, that's- I think that's enough, no?”

He chuckled. “I need to prepare you, the last thing I want is to hurt you. I am... uhh, big” he muttered, almost shyly, and if it hadn't been night-time you would have seen the blush creeping along his cheeks.

And if the bulge in his shorts was anything to go by, he wasn't lying.

You slipped a hand in the waistband, pulling them down slowly, and marveled at the thickness that met your touch.

Your fingers were barely long enough to wrap around him, and he grunted as you started pumping him slowly.

“Come on Franco, I won't break. I need you inside me, please”

And who was he to deny such a request.

Despite his inebriated state, he went slow, and was incredibly careful as he inched inside you with measured thrusts.

When his hips were finally flush with yours, you let out a wanton moan.

“Fuck, I'm so full”

“I know querida, just breathe”

He let you adjust at your own pace, kissing your neck in an effort to distract you from the intense stretch.

“Okay” you gasped out “You can move baby”

The first gentle thrust was eath-shattering and you couldn't help but let out a shrill cry, which spurred Franco on.

He lifted you with an arm around your waist, sitting back on his haunches and holding you up so that he could thust into you while you clung onto him, overwhelmed by the pleasure.

You came once like that, panting and moaning into his mouth, before he lay you back down and put your legs over his shoulders.

He pounded into you hard and fast while you squirmed and whined at the overstimulation.

“Franco, oh my god” you gasped, feeling the beginnings of another orgasm approaching and he chuckled when he felt your cunt squeezing him tighter.

“You can do another one for me, baby, can't you?”

He looked down at you with a sick smirk and you nodded.

He glanced further down and his jaw tightened at what he saw.

“Look baby, look how good I’m filling you”

You followed his gaze and landed on the slight bulge that appeared when he was fully inside you.

You moaned and he laughed, his hips speeding up.

“You like that, huh? Go on and rub yourself for me while I make you feel good”

You complied immediately, fingers going down to rub fast circles on your clit, and at the same time Franco put a hand over the bulge and pressed down.

You saw stars, literally and metaphorically as you spasmed around him, juices coating his hips and thighs, and seeping into the wet sand.

Your head was thrown back while you cried out his name into the night, and once you were sated he quickly pulled out and fisted his cock until the thick ropes of his cum landed on your thighs and soaked folds, mixing with your own release.

He leaned down to kiss you, not caring about lying in his own spend because, after all you just needed to have a dip in the water to clean off.

You lay like that for a bit, just kissing in the moonlight while the sound of the waves faded into the background.

After a while you separated and he chuckled.

“Thank god we are outside. I don't think I've ever made anyone squirt that much before.”

You slapped his chest lightly and giggled. “Franco!”

He smiled and leaned down to capture your lips once more.

“Come, lets go inside before we catch un resfriado”

You didn't know what that was, but you followed him anyway.

You took a long hot shower, and curled up together in bed, like you always did.

The next day you learned what a ‘resfriado’ is (it’s a fucking nasty bitch of a cold), and you also learned that Franco's poor mother had gotten up in the night to get a glass of water, and had the misfortune of looking out of the window.

She apparently got quite an eyeful of the filth that you two were getting up to.

[imsobadatnicknames2]

sorry to bother you and please delete this if it's too obnoxious but can you explain what was going on in that last post with the "smol bean hitler" thing I have cognitive issues and definitely want to block at least one of the people involved but I don't really understand what's being said?

Okay I don't blame you for not understanding it because there's a lot of context there. I will do my best to give a rundown of the situation and explain everything to the best of my ability, but my account of the events might be incompelte because I really didn't witness everything.

A little over a week ago, tumblr user siwolism made a post about how she watches a lot of videos about korean fried chicken, and she had noticed a trend in the comments of these videos: a lot of those videos had comments from americans (mainly black americans) bragging about how the only reason why koreans have fried chicken is because african-american soldiers took the recipe to korea during the korean war. She said that as a korean she found these comments uncomfortable because for korean people the korean war was an extremely bloody conflict and korea hasn't still fully recovering from its effects, and americans displaying such pride about any of the things they did during the korean war is an appalling display of american chauvinism. And that the fact that black americans were displaying the same chauvinistic mindset that she would have expected from whtie americans showed that being black or any racial minority in america doesn't exempt anyone from the privileges of american imperialism or the chauvinism of defending it.

At some point I got involved by making a comment on the post, about how I found it silly that people were insulting op and tagging the post as "#tw antiblackness" when all she did was complain that it's downright evil for americans, regardless of race, to joke about the time the USA invaded korea so violently that 1 out of every 10 koreans got killed.

(I still stand by that, considering that the post didn't complain about black ppl in america in general, only about the ones that she saw acting in a specific chauvinistic way, and despite how much people have accused her since of "singling out" black americans as the main beneficiaries or defenders of american imperialism, the post went out of its way to make it clear that this was just a manifestation of a wider problem that applies to all americans regardless of race)

I also made another addition to the post about how i think many of the people making those comments were probably motivated by the way so many african-american inventions in the US have their roots erased once they become popular with non-black people, but that in my opinion they were failing to understand that, despite how superficially similar they may look, "a black american telling a white american that they should be thankful because black people invented jazz and rock" is a fundamentally different situation from "a black american telling a korean that they should be thankful because black people brought fried chicken to them during the war", because the power dynamics between these two countries and the history of the korean war fundamentally changes the situation.

These additions in particular picked up a lot of steam, which somewhat accelerated the post in question breaking containment.

Siwolism was accused of being antiblack for using the term "amerikkka" in her post. Your mileage may vary on that one, but regardless of your opinion I don't think it invalidates any of the things she said in the post.

She was accused of erasing the racism and oppression that black people face in the USA. She repeatedly clarified that she (like any serious anti-imperialist) recognizes that racial minorities in the imperial core face racism and oppression, but that their oppression in that axis doesn't erase the fact that living in the imperial core puts them in a position of privilege over people in the imperial periphery.

She was also accused of erasing anti-black racism in korea (which is a complete non-sequitur tbh, unless you're interpreting her post as "all black people oppress all korean people" and not "black people in america have the capacity to act in imperialistic ways toward people in other countries"). She clarified that she thinks racial discrimination in south korea is a serious issue, that she faces a great deal of it as a north korean immigrant of hui chinese descent, but that she obviously doesn't have it as bad as the discrimination black people face in korea. However, she said the situation of a black person from korea and a black person from america is not the same with relation to imperialism, and when a black soldier is stationed in one of the numerous american military bases in korea they don't face the same struggles as a korean black person because they're acting as part of an imperialist occupying force.

As the post broke containment, she faced increasing levels of harassment. She started getting anons calling her anti-asian slurs, particularly someone who called her an "antiblack gook bitch", "gook" being a slur extensively used by american soldiers to refer to koreans during the korean war.

(that might have been the same person who left me an anon calling me a "fucking antiblack beaner" in response to my additions to silowism's post but who knows)

She also had multiple anons telling her that they hoped she and all her friends got killed by the next american soldier they encountered, which is especially vile considering that american soliders stationed in military bases in south korea have a history of killing and commiting sexual violence against korean women and facing no consequences for it, to the point that the US government coerced the South Korean government into signing a treaty that prevents any US soldiers caught comitting such acts from being tried in a South Korean court.

At some point she psoted the following meme

This is a meme that has been used numerous times on this website to make fun fo the way how a post gets misinterpreted in increasingly ridiculous ways as it gets further away from your mutual circle. I think it's clear that none of the categories on the right are targeted specifically at black people, but instead at the people running with the worst possible interpretation of anything she said in her post (a lot of whom weren't even black americans, I think it's important to acknowledge that a lot of them were white americans who were pissed of that imperialism were being called out and decided to amplify the accusations of racism because it was a progressive-sounding way to shut down discussions of american imperialism). Still, a lot of people ran with the worst faith interpreation of it and started talking about how she "literally said all black people are illiterate chimpanzees"

She also, at some point, after days of continued harrassment, told one of the people harassing her to hang themselves. Again, people ran with the worst possible interpreation of it to talk about how "she's literally sending lynching theats to black people"

Eventually the harassment was so much that she deleted her blog.

Almost two weeks later people keep playing telephone with increasingly outlandish misinterpretations of the things she said, resulting in the tags you saw screenshotted on the post you're referring to, where someone accused her of "implying black people invented imperialism"

so yeah like I'm not going to tell you who to block or even to block anyone at all, but that's my attempt at catching you up to speed on what's going on in that post.

[flwrkid14]

The Curious Case of Phantom

It starts during patrol.

At first, Tim barely notices the small, white blur with eerily green eyes trailing behind him as he scales rooftops and darts through alleys. Gotham’s stray population is no joke, so he figures it’s just another cat—until it keeps happening. Night after night, the same cat follows him like a shadow, no matter how far or fast he goes.

He tries to lose it, but somehow, it always finds him. And soon, he realizes the cat isn’t just following him—it’s helping.

One night, the cat leaps from a rooftop and claws a mugger who’s sneaking up behind Tim. Another night, it leads him to a drug deal in progress, meowing insistently until Tim follows.

It’s eerie how good the cat is at finding trouble, but it’s also undeniably useful. Tim names it Phantom, mostly because of its hauntingly white fur and the way it moves like a ghost in the shadows.

He’s not ready to admit that he’s started looking for the cat on patrol, waiting for it to show up like some unofficial partner.

———

Then Phantom starts showing up at Tim’s apartment.

The first time, Tim finds the cat sitting on his fire escape, staring at him through the window. He brushes it off as coincidence. But then it happens again. And again. Every night, Phantom is there, waiting.

Tim tries ignoring it, but Phantom doesn’t scratch or meow—it just stares, patient and expectant.

Eventually, Tim gives in and lets the cat inside. Phantom struts in like he owns the place, jumps onto Tim’s desk, and curls up right on top of his notes.

“Guess I have a cat now,” Tim mutters, scratching behind Phantom’s ears.

Phantom quickly becomes a fixture in Tim’s life.

He lounges on Tim’s lap during stakeouts, naps on his keyboard, and somehow always knows when Tim needs a break. Phantom is weird, though. His movements are too precise, too deliberate, and sometimes Tim swears he’s glowing faintly green.

But Tim doesn’t question it too much. Phantom’s good company, and Gotham’s seen stranger things.

———

The family eventually notices Phantom soon enough.

“You adopted a stray?” Dick asks when he visits Tim’s apartment. He crouches to pet the cat, who immediately swats at him. Dick recoils, laughing. “Okay, wow. Even the cat thinks I’m beneath him.”

“He doesn't seem to like new people,” Tim mutters, watching Phantom hop onto his desk like nothing happened.

Steph is obsessed. “He’s adorable! Can I post him?” she asks, taking a hundred photos of Phantom lounging on Tim’s keyboard. “He’s like your spooky little sidekick.”

Jason, on the other hand, has a reaction.

“WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?” Jason yells the first time he sees Phantom.

Tim frowns. “It’s a cat, Jason. Calm down.”

“No, it’s not! That thing is glowing green, Tim! It’s haunted or radioactive or something!”

Tim rolls his eyes. “He’s just a cat.”

Jason isn’t convinced, but Phantom doesn’t care. He just glares at Jason like he’s the dumbest person in the room and stretches out on the couch.

Damian, though, reacts... differently.

The second Damian sees Phantom, he freezes.

“This cat,” Damian says, voice trembling with reverence, “is extraordinary.”

Tim barely has time to blink before Damian has his hands full of silk-lined cat beds, imported food, and custom collars engraved with “Phantom, the Great.”

“He’s my cat, Damian,” Tim says when Damian tries to scold him for not brushing Phantom’s fur properly.

“You are unworthy of him, Drake,” Damian snaps. “This is a creature of unmatched perfection, and you’re treating him like a common house pet.”

Tim sighs, but Phantom climbs into his lap and starts purring loudly. Damian looks betrayed.

��Traitor,” Damian mutters at Phantom, who clearly doesn’t care.

———

But Phantom isn’t just a cat.

Danny Fenton—currently stuck in his ghost form as a cat and unable to shift back—has been following Tim for weeks, hoping the smartest Bat could help him figure out how to fix his situation.

At first, it was desperation. Danny didn’t know how to communicate with Tim or explain what had happened to him. But then Tim let him in, fed him, and started treating him with such quiet care that Danny couldn’t bring himself to reveal the truth.

Phantom became his escape. For the first time in ages, Danny didn’t have to fight or run or worry about anyone discovering his secrets. He could just... exist.

And, okay, messing with the family was a bonus.

Danny knew he couldn’t stay a cat forever, but with the way Tim scratched behind his ears and muttered soft compliments, he thought, Maybe I can stay like this for a little longer.

Or maybe a lot longer. Phantom had a good thing going, after all.

[holy-muffins]

[Edit after writing: this got long, scroll on if this isn't an inane internet drama you're into]

Seeing people make that jump over to Xiaohongshu (I think that's how it's spelled) / Red Book / Rednote is very sweet in the early days of it. There are already some people finding that certain content is Not Allowed and getting posts limited/deleted/accounts banned but that's honestly probably every platform at this point. [staff here for instance have a beef with ace hardware fans iykyk]

BUT as for tumblr -- I have seen a deeply non-zero number of tiktoks saying "We should go back to tumblr!" and I do think that some people are going to do that, but not en masse like twitter and reddit users did.

I think the reason is multifaceted -

Tumblr doesn't appear to be easy to learn if you didn't know how to use it before. I say this because Tumblr is difficult enough to learn if you're into text/forum/image style sites like reddit, twitter, and imgr but the general format is still the same 'find primarily written content you want to look at, and look at it between images and limited instances of video' which is ultimately pretty easy for twitter/reddit/imgr refugees. Things like our tagging etiquette, how to block tags, content, and blogs aren't intuitive to learn on either the desktop or the mobile version, and it seems to be hard to figure out if it's okay to reblog things or not [a huge thing I noticed with the various migrations was that people thought "Do not repost this" meant BOTH not, well, reposting the art but also instructions to not reblog it].

There is no tumblr clout and what I mean by that is that one of the worst things that can happen to you on tumblr is to get tumblr famous. Tumblr famous people can only rarely use that fame for clout and are at risk of all manners of nonsense. Only look at how many have been driven to creative uses of the site to protect their privacy and safety after a tumblr callout blog went after them for real or imagined high crimes. You probably just thought of a few tumblr users off the top of your head who turn off anon and publish every ask, or turn off their inboxes, or lurk in a deactivated state, or change their username and longtime profile pic, or just leave/get bullied off entirely.

Sub-point of 2, is that there is no 'creator fund' and there is no 'qualify for paid content' from tumblr itself. They keep literally saying if we don't turn a profit they're turning our site off. Do you think that's a site that is going to pay any of its users to just be Out There Makin' Content(TM) for a few pennies a view?

This probably could go in as a sub-point of 1, but the growth limiting factor on tumblr is "you must decide what you would like to see and seek it out," which is very much not how tiktok operates for people. Are there awesome things on there that are very much something I found I was interested in once I saw them? Yes! Absolutely! It never would have occurred to me to look for that kind of content on tumblr organically, so I'd never find a tag to follow, I'd never find blogs to follow, etc. If you are used to discovering constantly new things, tumblr as-used is not amazing at that and literally never has been.

So you have a userbase on tiktok who either is integrating their business plan [even if the business plan is yapping] based on getting paid by the platform OR is on the platform to be entertained and build a community without a toooooonnnnnnn of additional work on their end beyond interacting with the timeline.

Tumblr could bring back tipping, it could try out pay-to-view posts again, it could even call up whoever was running tumblr live and see if they'll come back after the horrible way we all talked about tumblr live - but even with these three things, it isn't going to bring in the money that people who make their living by Being On TikTok are counting on.

Tumblr could make the feed more TikTok-like in just endless algorithmic slop, but that would drive away the userbase they have already -- AND the tiktokers by and large don't know and won't learn how to even USE tumblr, so they wouldn't come even if the feed WAS more TikTok-like. So there's no need for the change, since it wouldn't bring users and would in fact drive many away.

TLDR: Tumblr is like Mars. The gravity works better than the moon, but it's hella hard to get to and probably not worth colonizing when it's easier to get to the moon.

I find it so funny, in light of TikTok’s imminent American demise, that even now they aren’t considering moving to tumblr. The last two social media refugee crises (Twitter -> X and whatever happened with Reddit) prompted a wave of wide-eyed new baffled tumblr users to flood this app and yet last I heard all of the tiktokers are flooding en-masse a Chinese social media app. That is entirely in Mandarin. Instead of moving to tumblr.

[jinxvex]

Oh my gosh your writing is great! Can we please get a headcanons of caitlyn x crybaby girlfriend? Like where her girlfriend is more sensitive and emotional than she is? Sfw and nsfw please, and perhaps a bit of size difference sprinkled (Cause that woman is TALL OH MY WORD) if it's possible? Take your time please! And thank you <3

♱ gf!caitlyn x emotional/sensitive gf!reader headcanons!! ♱

i'm sorry for the wait y'all!! LOL i've been a bit lazy (oop)

cw: sfw & nsfw, reader that cries and is emotional, cute and wholesome (sfw portion), pet names, dirty talk, she uses a strap (spoiler! it's royal blue!!!), praise, degradation, dumbification, humiliation, slight size kink, slight crying kink, you eat each other out, fingering, etc!!

SFW:

♱ caitlyn finds your sensitivity adorable and admirable. she’s almost jealous of how you’re so in tune with your emotions. your submissive, emotional personality goes hand in hand with her casual dominance and urges to protect the people she loves.

♱ caitlyn’s heart palpitates every time your eyes sparkle with emotions you can’t even explain at times— when your fingers clench the bottom of her shirt and you look up at her with raw vulnerability.

- “what’s the matter, darling? talk to me.”

♱ it doesn’t matter if you make a mistake, drop something valuable, or spill a drink, she’s always there to comfort you and tell you it’s alright, “c-cait ’m sorry i didn’t mean t-” + “don’t cry, love. you’ve made a mistake, that’s all.”

♱ cait’s a chronic forehead kisser (lol).

♱ she loves to treat you with the utmost care and consideration! if you’re more emotional and prone to stress-induced crying, she makes sure that there is nothing around you that could cause any unwanted feelings because she feels she isn’t doing her job as your girlfriend (or wife 😛) if you’re unhappy, “i hope everything’s to your liking, love? if you need anything, trust that i’ll give it to you.”

♱ caitlyn always seems to have her hand at the small of your back, rubbing it to show you she’s there if you need her. her protective touch instills a sense of calm in you, keeping you happy, appreciated, and seen.

♱ she slaps your ass playfully whenever you pout. OOPS

♱ she wraps her hands around you in a protective embrace whenever you do cry. she lets you sob into her chest as she hugs your smaller frame, whispering sweet nothings in your ear to comfort you, “shhh, it’s okay. it’s okay. ‘m here, baby, caitlyn’s here.”

♱ caitlyn dresses you in brand-new clothing the morning after you’ve had a bad day/night! (once again) patting your ass when she’s done pulling on your clothes and placing her hand on your hips to guide you to the full-length mirror across from the bed, “gorgeous.” + “look at you, sweetheart. you’re so beautiful.” + “do you like it? the clothes?”

♱ whenever she can’t be with you, busy protecting piltover from its enemies, she asks the maids to give you gifts and notes sent from her to remind you that she loves you—that you should look forward to her arriving home. the last thing she wants is for you to get emotional because you think she’s forgotten you!

♱ while i do agree that she prefers to keep her relationships private and she hates PDA. she wouldn’t hesitate to hold your hand or give you a reassuring hug or kiss whenever you need it!

♱ even when you are in a good mood, laughing and enjoying yourself. you could be in public, private, it doesn’t matter, she’s whispering to you how much she loves you, “your smile is just beautiful, my love.” + “i’m so lucky to have you. so radiant.”

♱ her love languages are words of affirmation, gift-giving, and acts of service!!

NSFW (🤭):

♱ we ALL know deep down she gives dom (specifically dom leaning switch) vibes!! she can get subby too!

♱ dare i say i agree that caitlyn has a MEAN size kink… there’s something about the way you look so much shorter, smaller than her when she’s pounding you into the mattress that makes her dripping wet, “wow, darling. you look so cute like this. so submissive.”

♱ since you can get in your head and get quite emotional, she does praise more than degrade (she still sprinkles it in here or there, especially if you’ve been bad). she likes dumbification and humiliation if that makes sense… WALK WITH ME HERE!!

♱ some of the things she’d say include: “you’re doing so good for me. so obedient. so willing.” + “my cute little whore. you get wet so easily, it’s adorable.” + “you can’t even think, can you? you don’t have to. just do as i say. thaaat’s it, good girl.”

♱ she enjoys making you cry out of embarrassment rather than sadness. imagine you’ve been giving her attitude and rudeness all day and she’s punishing you for it. she would force you to spread your legs and touch yourself while you apologize to her and tell her how much you love her in detail, “i hope you don’t think you’re cumming tonight, love.” + “you’re such a slut. giving me bullshit all day simply because you want to get stuffed full of my cock.” + “don’t you fucking cum. you don’t deserve it today.”

♱ because caitlyn has such a soft spot for you, she’d lowkey give in to your begging and let you cum anyway LMDAOSO.

♱ she spends hours praising you and telling you how good you feel and look during sex! the curve of your waist and hips, your ass and thighs cause her to believe you’re a gift from heaven!

♱ the strap is royal blue!! 6.8 inches… and when she gives you every inch, tears can’t help but prick your eyes and threaten to fall. it’s just too much!! i fear she enjoys it though, her smile toothy as she watches you cry and struggle to take her cock in a mating press, “it hurts, doesn’t it? you take it so well, it’ll feel better soon and you’ll be begging me to fuck you.”

♱ she eats you out after a meltdown!! wanting you to feel better—to feel the love she has for you! she kisses it before she eats it… AGGHHHHHFHHH. she’s always so gentle when she has her tongue on you, licking and kissing softly and spreading your cunt with her fingers, “oh, sweetheart. you’re dripping! can’t wait to eat you up.”

♱ now when you’re eating caitlyn out, she’s caressing your head/holding your hair in a makeshift ponytail. she pushes your head into her cunt, muffling the noises coming from your throat, “yes, yes! mhm right there. don’t stop, darling.”

♱ when you’re fingering her, you always seem to hold back slightly, afraid to hurt her. she urges you to, “go harder, love. you won’t hurt me. i need this, can’t you see?” + you’re the only one who can produce such high-pitched and needy moans from her!

♱ she loves seeing you in lingerie… there’s something that makes her feral seeing someone so sweet in such naughty attire. you have dozens of sets of lingerie and corsets (that she’s gifted you) so when you’re alone, she can see you in them 24/7.

♱ she’s a tribbing enthusiast! but she loves to save it for more emotional, passionate nights with you. it’s very dear to her.

thanks 4 the request!! writing this took long but it was fun! 💋

[nerdlvr]

✩ overstimulation

(MDNI)

smut , everything is consensual , haechan x reader , sub haechan , bratty haechan , overstimulation of , dom reader , some degradation , good boy comments , an excessive use of onomatopoeia me thinks , begging , whining , all the good stuff , requested here ! , lmk if i missed something!

"oh you look so pretty like this baby." you ran your fingers through his hair, tugging lightly at the roots.

he whined softly in your grasp, fingers curling into the sheets, "please- mmnh."

you watched as his flushed cock bounced against his stomach, tip still leaking cum from the last orgasm.

"eungh y/n, i- i can't- hurts so much, please."

you scoffed at his pleas, hand moving down to hold his jaw, pulling him up to look at you, "i say when you can't anymore, okay?"

he gulped, eyes watery as he looked up at him, his head nodding slowly, "yes ma'am."

a smile spread on your lips as you began to trace your fingertips sown his chest, "now be a good boy and give me one more."

.

you had been counting the minutes since you had began. 5, 10, 20, 40, maybe it's been over an hour now, your hand languidly sliding along haechan's length, his whines growing louder by the minute.

"i- i can't cum anymore- please, i-"

he writhed under your touch, thighs softly thrashing against the bed as his knuckled turned white against the sheets.

you looked down towards his cock, cum slowly dripping from his swollen tip, "oh but you just did baby, see how good you are for me? i know you can do one more."

his eyes watered as he looked down at you, a wide smirk on your lips as your thumb began to swirl against the head of his cock, "be a good boy and cum for me one more time? hm?"

you stared up at him with those wide eyes, lips slightly pouted as you began to stroke him again, his leg twitching at the sensation.

"o-okay, last one, okay?"

you giggled as you shuffled closer to him, hand never leaving his length, "don't think you're in charge now hyuckie-" you gave his balls a light squeeze, "only one more cause i said so, right baby?"

your hands moved up to stroke his length, your wrist snapping quickly as you picked up in speed.

he squeezed his eyes shut, head falling towards your shoulder as he mumbled into your skin, "y-yes, cause you said so- cause you said so- please, i'll be good, please-"

his breath was hot against your neck, tears staining your shirt as he wept into your arms, "yes- yes please- wanna cum so bad- please i promise, i'll be good from now on-"

you smirked into his hair, the smell of honey making your eyes roll slightly, "of course you'll be my good boy- don't want me to punish you like this again hm?

you heard his breath shudder, his whines muffled slightly as he rutted his hips against your hand.

"oh? so you want me to keep punishing you baby? you like when mommy plays with your cock?"

his hips lifted from the bed, hands moving to grip at your thighs as he let out a loud groan, "oh my- yes yes, i'm- please-"

his eyes were squeezed shut, mouth hanging open, as he threw his head back.

"good baby- just like that- justtt like that." your movements against his length slowed, watching as cum spurted out of his tip. you ran your hand along his length, squeezing at the head of his cock lightly, milking every last drop.

you felt his head drop back towards your shoulder, the grip on your thighs loosening, "my dick feels like its gonna fall- ow!"

you giggled as he flinched away from your grasp, your hand chasing after his softening length to continue stroking him, "one more?"

he shivered under your gaze, his cock, twitching slightly at your request.

"i'm just kidding! you're fucking insane donghyuck, seek help."

you chuckled as you looked down to see him growing hard again, an embarassed blush spreading across his chest, "but i- i can do one more."

a smirk grew on your face, "is that right baby?"

[vaspider]

#there are many very valid arguments for banning tik tok#it’s not as simple as the ‘brain rot’ argument#tik tok is a national security issue that is mass scraping data#and the algorithm censors anything china critical and pushes misinformation#I hope the EU goes the same way#no matter how good an app is#it’s not worth the security problem#I bet many of those who are upset about the banning are the same ones#upset that musk has access to all data regarding Tesla#(I am too) But with tik tok that breach is done by an often hostile government#its more than “a silly dance app”#I see the argument with small business owners but new platforms can be built#that aren’t owned by dictatorships who are in a triad with Russia and Iran regarding their position against the US and EU

Okay, I'm not dunking on this person, I'm grabbing these tags because this is an argument I see a lot, and...

Genuinely, so... your stance is "so instead it should be a US company that has unfettered access to and scrapes people's data"? Because, like... I'm upset about the amount of data that's going out the door on a daily basis to Facebook and Instagram and and and -- but the reality is that this is much less about national security and much more about Zuck and Musk being mad that they feel like their slices of pie are getting smaller, and the US being pissed that there's something out there that's this popular that they don't have control over.

"New platforms can be built" okay but by whom? And in the meantime, who exactly is paying these people's mortgages and buying their food? Who is giving them back the audiences they built?

If they were really concerned about data scraping, they could have built EU-style robust consumer rights, but... they didn't. They just stopped one company.

So... I wrote all of that yesterday, 1/12/25. I put it in drafts to see if I wanted to even post this, and then today:

If you still really believe this is truly about "national security" and not "bringing all of the main social media sites under Trump-camp control for the purposes of functionally creating state-run social media," man, IDK what to say.

You should read that whole article. It's... illuminating.

There seems to be a general malaise on most of Tumblr about TikTok getting banned in the United States.

I understand the problems, "brain rot", whatever but- A government banning a social media app that opened the world for many people is legitimately scary and upsetting. Say what you want but, there are MANY global and local issues that would not have gotten the same traction, recognition, and outreach without TikTok.

And then add to this that Meta/Facebook was one the largest lobbyists working to get TikTok banned... Like- I think folks should be more concerned about the implications of what this means, especially since the ban goes into effect the day before inauguration.

[domm1etae]

Overwhelmed by Instinct

san x f!reader

oneshot | mdni

1.1k

Have you ever imagined a needy, desperate alpha in rut, so overwhelmed by pleasure that they pass out while their omega rides them? Their omega, still eagerly bouncing on their cock, only realizes their adorable, pathetic alpha has blacked out from the sheer intensity of it all

nsfw tags under

f/m, a/b/o univ., subby dom san in heat, omega reader, vaginal sex, teasting, dirty talk, pet names, begging, cowgirl, riding, rut, praise, orgasm, and moooore

author's note: my pretty breedable looking baby boy sannie

The air in the shared bedroom was thick with the unmistakable scent of rut, a deep musk that made your knees weak and your body hyper-aware of San sprawled on the bed beneath you. His hands twitched at his sides, fingers clenching and unclenching the sheets like he was holding on for dear life. The poor alpha was in shambles—his skin glistened with sweat, hair sticking to his forehead in damp, messy strands. His usual confident smirk was nowhere to be seen, replaced by glassy, half-lidded eyes and swollen lips parted in desperate pants.

San was in a full rut, and it was absolutely wrecking him.

You, on the other hand, were thriving. As an omega, you knew your heat would hit soon, but right now, you weren’t the one shaking like a leaf. No, that was all San. You felt a little bad for him—his rut always hit like a freight train. And this time, he’d stubbornly tried to resist it until he couldn’t anymore, probably because he didn’t want to admit just how much he needed you. Now, his body was paying the price, teetering on the edge of complete meltdown.

“Y/N,” he groaned, voice hoarse and barely audible. His hips jerked up weakly, chasing your warmth even though you weren’t touching him yet. “Please, I can’t… I need…”

You tilted your head, pretending to be oblivious, even as the ache between your thighs pulsed in response to his desperation. “What is it, Sannie? Use your words, baby.”

He growled, low and shaky, baring his teeth at you like a cornered animal. His chest heaved as he tried to find the strength to argue, but the second your hand trailed over his bare stomach, the fight drained out of him. His head thudded back against the pillows, and he let out a broken whine that made you clench around nothing.

“Need you,” he finally whispered. “Need you so bad, ‘mega. Please.”

That’s all it took for you to climb onto the bed, straddling his lap and grinding down just enough to tease him. His cock, already hard and leaking, twitched against your soaked panties, and the pathetic sound he let out was music to your ears. He looked like he was going to cry from the teasing alone, his rut-fogged brain unable to handle the smallest bit of denial.

“Poor thing,” you cooed, running your fingers through his damp hair. “You’ve been so good for me, holding back like this. But you don’t have to do that anymore, okay? Just let me take care of you.”

You kissed him as you lined him up with your entrance, swallowing his moan as you slowly sank down onto him. The stretch burned in the best way, and you couldn’t help the shuddering gasp that escaped you when he bottomed out. San’s hands shot up to grip your hips, his claws lightly digging into your skin as his body tried to move on its own. He was already trembling again, and you knew it wouldn’t take much to send him over the edge.

“Fuck, you feel… so good,” he slurred, his head lolling to the side like he could barely keep it upright. “‘Mega, can’t last… I…”

“It’s okay,” you murmured, leaning down to kiss his jaw. “Just let it happen. You can cum as much as you need to.”

His eyes widened briefly at your words, and then he was gone. His whole body jerked as he came hard, burying himself as deep as he could while a guttural groan ripped from his chest. You stayed still, letting him ride it out, but the second his grip on your hips loosened, you started moving again.

San’s eyes snapped open, panic flashing across his face. “Wait, wait—”

You cut him off with a kiss, slow and deliberate, as you rocked your hips against him. His words turned into desperate whines, his overstimulated cock twitching inside you as he tried to keep up. The haze of his rut made it impossible for him to think straight, and you could tell he was teetering on the edge of another orgasm already.

“You’re doing so well,” you praised, running your nails lightly down his chest. “So good for me, Sannie. My perfect alpha.”

He let out a choked sob, his hands weakly tugging at your hips to slow you down, but you weren’t having it. You planted your hands on his chest and started bouncing in earnest, chasing your own release while he fell apart beneath you. His eyes rolled back, and his breathing turned shallow, but you were too focused on the way his cock filled you so perfectly to notice at first.

It wasn’t until his hands slipped from your hips and flopped onto the bed that you realized something was wrong. You paused mid-thrust, staring down at him.

“San?”

Nothing. His head was tilted to the side, mouth slightly open as soft snores escaped him. His whole body was slack, completely and utterly passed out. You blinked, your heart pounding in both panic and… something else. The sight of your alpha—so desperate and needy that he’d literally blacked out from the pleasure—was doing things to you that you didn’t want to examine too closely.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” you muttered, shaking your head. But then you looked down at where you were still connected, and the wave of arousal that hit you was too strong to ignore.

You started moving again, slower this time, savoring every inch of him as you rode him to your own release. The way his cock twitched inside you, even in his unconscious state, sent you spiraling faster than you’d expected. You bit down on your lip, trying to stay quiet as your walls fluttered around him, the pleasure rolling through you in waves.

As your climax ebbed, you let yourself collapse onto his chest, feeling his steady heartbeat beneath your cheek. He stirred slightly at the movement, a soft groan escaping him, but he didn’t wake. His hands twitched, and you couldn’t help but smirk at how utterly wrecked he looked. His lips were still parted, face relaxed in a way you rarely saw outside of his ruts.

You shifted carefully, sliding off of him and wincing at the mess you’d both made. San murmured something incoherent in his sleep, his brows furrowing for a moment before smoothing out again. You leaned down to press a gentle kiss to his forehead, brushing his damp hair back with tender fingers.

“Good boy,” you whispered, your voice soft. “Sleep tight, Sannie.”

After cleaning yourself up, you returned to the bed, curling up beside him. His scent enveloped you, warm and comforting despite the lingering haze of rut. You traced idle patterns on his chest, your mind already wandering to the days ahead. If this was how his rut started, you couldn’t wait to see how it ended.

[captain-bubble-wrap]

Reader doing her skincare routine with quinny?

└( ﾟ∀ﾟ)┘💚└(ﾟ∀ﾟ )┘

I changed this juuuuuuust slightly! 😘😘

"Hey, do you still want to watch that movie, or no?" Quinn asked, poking his head through your open bathroom door. You had your face over the sink as he talked, so his words were muffled by the sound of running water, but you got most of what he had asked. 

"Um, sure. I just need a few more minutes." Looking at him through the mirror, you hadn't realized how red his forehead was until he raked his fingers through his hair to expose it. "Honey, your skin is really red."

"It's okay," he replied, shrugging. 

Turning to face him, he looked at you confused. You had a look in your eye that meant you weren't about to let this go. 

"Baby, it's fine. It's just a few breakouts. I have them all the time."

"They're from your helmet, I know," you said, reaching up to touch his face. His skin was inflamed and you knew they had to be painful. "Can I help?"

Quinn sighed lightly, mainly because he didn't like to be fussed over, but he didn't want to hurt your feelings either. "You don't have to."

"I know, but I want to."

He knew you wanted to, so he folded without putting up a fight. "Okay, baby. Do whatever you want to."

You smiled warmly at his words, before giving him a soft kiss as a thank you. "Let me get you something to keep your hair out of your face first." 

From one of your drawers, you'd grab a thick, padded headband, made for just such things. Placing it behind his ears, you'd push it up and past his forehead to completely brush all the hair out of his eyes. He looked cute, even though you could tell he was absolutely embarrassed. 

"That's a look," he replied sheepishly, dropping his eyes from his reflection immediately. 

"You're cute, hush," you said, following a second kiss. "It's just us here."

Your words gave him enough reassurance to smile finally. Quinn stepped closer to the sink, seeing all of the various glass jars and bottles that littered your large counter. "Do you use all of these?"

"When I need to, yeah, but not all at once or anything. I won't use too many on you, though, so don't worry. I don't want to aggravate your skin anymore than it already is."

"What /are/ you going to do?" He asked, picking up one of the serum vials to press its button topper. 

"Going to start with a mask to draw what I can out of those blemishes, first."

"A mask?"

From a cabinet, you'd grab a clay mask jar and a silicone spatula to apply it with and had Quinn sit on the edge of your tub. 

"I'm going to warn you, as this dries, it's going to tighten, so you'll feel a slight pulling feeling, okay?"

He nodded, looking up at you slightly concerned, putting his hands on your hips as you stood between his legs. The product was cold to his skin, making him balk slightly at the sensation but not enough to pull away from you. 

"It's cold, I know. I'm sorry."

"It's okay," he said, closing his eyes, his hands falling down to your bare thighs. You were wearing one of his Canucks t-shirts that was even too big for him, which was why you loved it to sleep in. 

"I'm just going to do your whole face."

Quinn smiled, "You don't need to waste all your products on me."

"I think we can confirm that I have enough," you giggled, painting the clay around his facial hair. "Almost done. It doesn't take much of this stuff."

"How long does it stay on?"

"Till it's completely dry, so probably fifteen-twenty minutes, give-or-take."

"Okay."

Quinn would stay seated on the tub edge while he watched you finish up your nightly routine. He was amazed with all of the steps you did, knowing he could never do the same. Every so often, you'd look over at  him, just sitting there, hands between his knees. He looked miserable.

"Are you okay, honey?" You asked, after noticing his expression change. 

"Yeah."

"You don't have to stay here with me if you don't want to, Quinn. You'd probably be more comfortable on the sofa or something."

He shook his head, "I'll stay with you, or am I hovering you?"

Sadness flooded your expression as you stepped towards him. "No, baby! You're not hovering! I just wanted to make sure you were okay!" You wanted to kiss him, but that wouldn't be the easiest at the moment. You'd settle for a soft smile which you made sure he saw. 

Quinn tried to smile as well, but the tightness of the drying clay made him stop his attempt, so he just kind of looked at you like a sad puppy. 

"It's almost dry, baby. Just a couple patches on your cheekbone. I must have gotten it a little thick there."

While the mask finished, you ran the water to get it a comfortable temperature beforehand. He was looking at the floor as you drenched the washcloth in the warm water and made your back to him. "Chin up, baby. Let me get this off of you."

Again, his hands would find your body, like you were his security blanket this time. In reality, he just wanted an excuse to touch you, which you never minded. Slowly, you'd make small swipes of the now pale-green product, revealing refreshed skin beneath. You would have to make several passes back and forth to the sink to rinse the cloth, and each time you did, he'd resume his holding of you. 

"I could have just stood by the sink, babe," Quinn said, feeling bad about making you make so many trips.

"It's no problem, but thank you." With everything but the problem spot to wash away, you'd bend down to give him that kiss he seemed so desperate to have. "I'm going to be real gentle now. Let me know if you need me to stop or anything."

"Okay, thank you."

First, you would just press the cloth to his skin, letting the product rehydrate slightly, to avoid having to aggressively scrub the area. Thankfully, it came off much easier after doing so. The redness was still apparent, but the size of the blemishes did look slightly reduced. 

"Look at that handsome man," you said, satisfied with the outcome. 

"Yeah, right," Quinn replied. "Am I done?"

"Not quite, baby. I have something else for you. That just helped dry up those spots. I need to actually treat them now." 

"Oh." 

It took you a moment, but eventually you found the sheet mask you had in mind.

"What is that?" He asked, seeing you pull the white blob out of the packaging. 

"It's a sheet mask," you laughed, unfolding it to reveal the shape of the face it was meant to cover. 

"That's weird."

"Yeah, they kind of are. Now, this one is going to be really cold compared to the last one."

"Alright. Oh, it's slimy," he said, as you aligned it with his face, making sure it wasn't in his eyes. 

"They're wonderful things, though. This one won't have to be washed off. And it's made for acne and stuff, so it's perfect for your problem. I have the same stuff that's in this mask in a pump. Why don't you take it and use it after your games? Then your forehead won't be so aggravated and painful. And before you decline my offer, I have a couple of them," you finished with a wink, knowing he was apt to bring it up. 

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely. I promise it will help."

Quinn smiled, giving you a squeeze as you still stood over him. "Well, now what?"

"We can start that movie if you want. Those masks you can sleep in, so there's no real time limit." 

"Sure." He rose to his feet, giving your cheek a soft touch with the back of his fingers. "I appreciate you wanting to help me. I'm clueless about all of this stuff."

"No problem, honey. It was fun," you smiled. "You should feel a lot of relief in the morning." 

"I hope looking like this is worth it," he shook his head, seeing what he looked like before leaving the bathroom with you. 

[loveesiren]

𝖥𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 (𝖯𝗍. 2)

Thanos x american!reader | Forever Masterlist

a/n: This is way longer than I had expected but I hope you guys enjoy! Two more parts to come 🫶🏼

synopsis: Thanos and Y/n grow closer. Much closer. Y/n is in for a wild ride when she uncovers a secret about her family.

warnings: language, canon divergence, fast burn, violence, character death, blood

wc: 5.7k+

That night, Thanos was uncharacteristically clingy, playing with your hair and watching your every movement as you bantered with the others. As the loudspeaker announced lights out, he leaned close. “I want you near me tonight,” he murmured. “I don’t trust the others in here.”

When the lights went out, you tried to sleep in the bed beside his, but the whispers in the dark clawed at your nerves. Unable to understand what the others in the dorm were saying, you felt vulnerable in the fact that you could be an easy target.

“T!” you whispered. “Wake up!”

“Hmm? What is it? What’s wrong?” he asked groggily yet concerned.

“C-can I sleep with you?” you asked, your voice trembling. “I’m scared.”

He shifted immediately, pulling back the blanket. “Come here.”

You climbed into his bed, and he wrapped you in his arms, his hand resting gently on your hip. “You’re safe,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I’ve got you.”

“You guys are gross.” Nam-gyu mumbled.

“Shut up!” Thanos hissed before pulling you closer.

You nestled into his embrace, your fingers lacing with his. For the first time in what felt like forever, the weight of fear lifted. Thanos’ steady warmth lulled you into a deep, peaceful sleep.

-

The bright lights flickered on, rudely pulling you from the deep, dreamless sleep your body desperately needed. You groaned, turning over and burying your face in Thanos’ chest. He groaned too, wrapping his arms tighter around you and pulling the covers over both of you.

“It’s too early to face death,” you mumbled, your voice muffled against him.

“Let’s just stay here all day,” he murmured back, his voice still thick with sleep. “You’re so warm. I don’t want to let you go.”

You tilted your head up to meet his gaze, your breath catching as he reached up and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. His eyes flicked to your lips, and for a moment, the world outside your shared cocoon of warmth seemed to vanish. He leaned closer, his lips just a breath away from yours.

“Time to wake up, lovebirds!” Nam-gyu’s obnoxious voice broke the spell as he jumped on the bed, ripping the covers away.

Thanos groaned loudly. “Get off us!” he snapped, shoving Nam-gyu back.

Nam-gyu only laughed. “Come on! Food’s here, and you need to get ready for the next game.”

Thanos sighed heavily, rubbing his eyes. “Fine,” he muttered. You climbed out of bed and stretched, your shirt lifting slightly over your hips. Thanos couldn’t help but watch, a lazy smile spreading across his face.

“Thanks for letting me sleep with you,” you said, a teasing lilt in your voice.

“Always,” he replied, his voice soft and almost reverent. As you made your way down the steps, Thanos quickly followed, his hand finding its place on your hip as if it were second nature. He stayed close all morning, his touch a constant presence, as though he feared you might vanish if he let go.

An announcement crackled over the intercom, revealing the next game wouldn’t be for another three days. Relief swept over you.

“Thank God!” you exclaimed, standing and stretching again. “I’m going to shower.”

“Wait, alone?” Thanos asked, concern lacing his voice.

“Uh, yeah. That’s how showers usually work,” you teased with a chuckle.

Thanos frowned, chewing on his lip nervously. “Se-mi, go with her.”

“T, I’ll be fine—”

“She’s going with you,” he insisted, his tone sharper than he intended. His hand found yours, his thumb brushing your knuckles. “Please. I just need to know you’re safe.”

You softened, offering him a reassuring smile. “Okay. But you should shower too—you still have blood on you.” You reached up to rub at the dried stain on his chin. “And, honestly, you stink!” you teased before leaning up to kiss his cheek. “See you soon.”

Dragging Se-mi with you, you headed for the showers, leaving Thanos smiling as he watched you skip away.

“Bro, you’re whipped,” Nam-gyu muttered, clapping a hand on Thanos’ shoulder. “Don’t let her slow you down.”

Grinding his teeth, Thanos turned to him with a glare. “She’s not slowing me down. She’s the reason I’m still here.”

-

In the shower, you and Se-mi talked quietly as you dried off and slipped into fresh clothes.

“So, you and Thanos,” Se-mi began with a knowing smirk. “I thought he was kind of a dick, but… he’s different with you.”

You smiled, the warmth in your chest undeniable. “Yeah. I thought so too at first. But under all that attitude, he’s… really sweet.”

Se-mi raised an eyebrow. “Bet he’s a good lay,” she teased with a wink.

“Se-mi!” you laughed, shoving her playfully.

Meanwhile, Thanos, Nam-gyu, and Min-su headed towards the showers. 

“All I’m saying is she’s a distraction, bro.” Nam-gyu spoke from the stall beside Thanos’. Thanos rolled his eyes as he washed away the dirt and grime of the previous day. “If you want to make it out of here alive, you need to stay focused.”

“And what about you, Min-su? Anything to say about Y/n?” Thanos said flatly. He was quite frankly sick of the attitude Nam-gyu had towards you.

“I think she’s nice…” Min-su said softly.

Thanos smiled at his response, a wave of relief washing over him. “She is nice.”

“Yeah, too nice. She’s probably just using you, bro.” Nam-gyu added. 

Thanos grabbed a towel and stepped out of the shower. “Nam-gyu, shut up, yeah? She’s with us and if you don’t like it, go find another team.”

Nam-gyu sighed as he dried off. “Whatever you say, boss.” He mumbled under his breath.

-

By the time you returned to the dorm, your laughter had Thanos’ attention immediately. His eyes dropped to your hips and lingered on the glint of your belly ring. Nam-gyu elbowed him. “Pick your jaw up, dude.”

When you reached the group, Thanos wasted no time pulling you into his lap. Normally, you weren’t much for PDA, but something about the constant threat of death made you crave closeness. “You look so pretty,” he whispered, his fingers brushing your belly ring. “And I didn’t know you had this.”

“I’m full of surprises,” you teased. You played with his wet purple hair, trying to get it back to it’s usual messy self. He shook his head fast like a golden retriever, covering you in water and you giggled. He smiled up at you, fingers clinging firmly to your hip. He looked like a school boy with his first crush and you couldn’t help but smile. 

Over the next few days, you got to know Se-mi and Min-su better. Nam-gyu took his usual jabs at you, not warming up to your presence at all. Thanos watched you with big eyes as you talked, fascinated by your stories, your accent, and all your cute little quirks.

You spent each night in his bed, allowing him to wrap you up in his arms so you could sleep soundly. The rise and fall of his chest as he inhaled your scent brought you a serene feeling.

You became so comfortable that you almost forgot where you were. Stuck in a hellish game of survival.

The announcement for the next game came far too soon. The lighthearted mood evaporated as dread settled over the group. Thanos held you close as you made your way to the arena, his arms a protective barrier against the world.

The game was called Mingle, and Thanos tried to lighten the tension. “Looks like we’re supposed to mingle,” he joked. “Just stick with me, okay?”

“Always,” you replied.

As the platform rotated beneath your feet, Thanos rocked you gently to the rhythm of the music, humming along softly. For a moment, it felt like you were somewhere else—somewhere safe. But the illusion shattered when the first number was called: 10. The chaos began.

You scanned the room, your eyes darting over familiar faces. One of them stood out—the crazed man who had warned everyone about the horrors of continuing this game. Player 456 who you came to find out was named Gi-hun. Thanos and Nam-gyu were quick to drag their team along with yours and they didn’t fight it, knowing they needed to survive. 

Gi-hun’s wild eyes locked onto yours just as gunshots echoed through the arena outside the door, his gaze softening slightly as he realized you couldn’t really keep up with what was going on around you. That you must have flocked to Thanos and his posse because they were your age and spoke english. It almost looked like he pitied you.

You tried to stay calm, fiddling absentmindedly with the ring on Thanos’ finger as the guards worked to clear the bodies outside. The faint metallic scent of blood lingered in the air, a grim reminder of what awaited anyone who faltered.

“Hey, what the fuck are you looking at?!” Thanos growled in Korean, his voice sharp. Startled, you looked up to see one of the older men leering at you. Thanos stepped in front of you, his frame shielding yours. “Don’t fucking look at her!” he barked, shoving you gently behind him.

“T, it’s okay!” you said, grabbing his hand and tugging him back before the situation could escalate further. You were trapped in a tiny room with ten people, there really wasn’t any room for a fight.

Thanos turned, his body still positioned protectively between you and the man. “Fucking perv,” he muttered under his breath, his jaw tight.

“Pretty sure you were looking at me like that earlier,” you teased, trying to lighten the mood.

“Yeah, but you’re mine,” he said firmly, his eyes meeting yours. A small smile tugged at your lips at the dominance. You found yourself wanting to close the space between you. But the sharp click of the door opening shattered the moment—it was time for the next round.

The first two rounds were chaotic but manageable. Thanos and Nam-gyu pulled people into your group without much thought or care about who they were with before, the only goal being to hit the required numbers. When the carousel stopped at four, however, the stakes climbed higher.

You exchanged a worried glance with Se-mi. “Who’s going with who?” Min-su asked quietly, his voice tinged with apprehension. Se-mi grabbed his hand. 

“Se-mi,” you said without hesitation, linking your arm with hers. Thanos gripped your hand tightly, his determination evident in his gaze. “Sorry, Nam-gyu,” you added, your tone clipped as the four of you made a break for a nearby door. You felt bad leaving Nam-gyu behind but he had been nothing but against you since the start.

The seconds ticked away, each one more frantic than the last. Se-mi and Min-su made it into the room, but as Thanos pulled you toward the door, you felt a sharp tug at your hair. Nam-gyu yanked you backward, throwing you to the ground before shoving Thanos inside and slamming the door shut.

“T!” you screamed, scrambling to your feet.

“Y/n!” Thanos’ voice was raw as he pounded on the door, trying to get back to you.

“She’s not good for you, bro!” Nam-gyu shouted, his hands braced against the door to keep it shut.

“Nam-gyu, what the fu-”

Before you could say more, someone grabbed you roughly and dragged you into another room. The door locked behind you just as the timer hit zero. Gunshots filled the air, the sound rattling in your skull as you struggled to catch your breath. Your chest heaved, panic clawing at you.

“T… Thanos!” you screamed, your voice breaking.

“It’s okay! He made it into a room,” someone said, their words swirling in the chaos of your mind. You looked up at the unfamiliar faces around you, their expressions a mix of relief and pity. “Don’t worry. He’s okay.”

On the other side of the door, Thanos scanned the bodies being cleared, his heart pounding in his chest. Relief surged through him when he didn’t see you among them. But his relief quickly turned to fury as he turned on Nam-gyu.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Thanos roared, shoving Nam-gyu hard. “Why the fuck would you do that?!”

“She’s not good for you!” Nam-gyu snapped back. “You’re too focused on her and not focused enough on surviving!”

“Who the fuck are you to tell me what matters?!” Thanos yelled, his hands wrapping around Nam-gyu’s neck. “You don’t get to decide who I care about!”

“Stop it!” Se-mi shouted, stepping between them with Min-su’s help. “Someone grabbed her—she made it, okay?! She’s alive!”

Thanos stumbled back, panting heavily, his hands trembling. The moment the door unlocked, he bolted out, his voice ringing through the room. “Y/n?! Y/N!”

“Thanos!” you shouted, running toward him. The second you reached him, he pulled you into his arms, holding you so tightly it was hard to breathe—but you didn’t care.

“I’m so fucking sorry, baby,” he whispered against your hair, his voice shaking with emotion.

“T, it’s not your fault,” you said softly, cupping his face. “I’m alive. I’m here.”

Before you could say more, his lips crashed into yours. The kiss was desperate, almost bruising, filled with all the fear and longing he’d been holding back. When he pulled away, his forehead rested against yours, his breath mingling with yours. “I thought I lost you,” he admitted through shaky breaths, a tear sliding down his cheek.

“You didn’t,” you whispered, your voice steady. “I’m here.” You reassured him as his trembling hands clutched you tightly.

When you turned to Nam-gyu, your anger surged. “Look, Y/n,” he started, “I’m sorry. The game is about surviv—”

Your fist connected with his jaw before he could finish. “Don’t you ever fucking touch me again,” you snarled, your voice trembling with rage. You could see Thanos wanted to go after him. Jump on him and beat the living shit out of him for almost getting you killed. But the music started and you held Thanos back, keeping your arms wrapped tightly around him to make sure you didn’t get separated again.

The next round began, and Thanos didn’t leave your side. When the carousel stopped at two, he didn’t hesitate. He forgot about everyone else as he scooped you into his arms. He sprinted for a door, ignoring the chaos around him. He placed you inside carefully, bracing himself against the door as others tried to force their way in.

“Fuck off!” he shouted, his voice a sharp warning.

The timer ran out, and the door locked, sealing the two of you inside. As the gunshots rang out once again, Thanos collapsed onto the floor beside you, his breathing heavy. You curled up against him, his arms wrapping around you protectively.

“Game over,” the voice announced and you both breathed a sigh of relief.

“We did it,” you murmured. “We’re alive.” You could see he was still distressed about almost losing you. You cupped his face, forcing him to look at you. “T, we’re alive. We’re here. I’m here. I’m here with you, okay?”

His eyes softened, and after a moment of hesitation, he said, “I love you.”

You blinked, surprised, but the words came easily. “I-I love you, too.” You leaned into him, pressing your lips to his. The kiss was softer this time. He reached up to wrap his fingers in your hair, deepening the kiss.

“We’re going home after this. I can’t lose you.” His voice cracked.

You nodded your head in agreement. “I don’t want to do this anymore, T. I want to go home. I want to go home with you.”

When the doors unlocked, Thanos moved to you in a heartbeat, his arms pulling you into his chest with a desperation that spoke volumes. You could feel the tension in his trembling hands, his grip so firm it felt like he was afraid you might disappear if he let go. His expression was a storm of emotions—fear, sorrow, and rage swirling into one. Fear that he’d almost lost you, sorrow that he’d failed to keep you safe, and a simmering rage directed at Nam-gyu, who had dared to put you in harm’s way.

In that moment, the memory of the first game flashed in his mind—the day he pushed those people, the day you looked at him with disappointment in your eyes. He’d told himself it was survival, but now he wondered if this was his penance, a cruel karmic loop to remind him of how far he’d fallen. Yet here you were, your hand squeezing his tightly, silently telling him you still believed in him.

You smiled when you spotted Se-mi and Min-su exiting one of the rooms, your joy infectious even in this bleak place. “Se-mi!” you called, rushing to embrace her. For a brief moment, it was as if the world hadn’t become this brutal, twisted nightmare.

“I’m so happy you’re okay,” Se-mi said, holding you like a lifeline. Min-su joined the hug, and together, you stood as a small circle of warmth in the cold, ruthless game.

Thanos stood protectively behind you as you hugged your friends, his gaze fixed on Nam-gyu, who exited the room like a shadow. The tension in Thanos’s jaw was palpable, his fists clenched so tightly they shook. Nam-gyu dared not meet his glare. The air between them was heavy, crackling with unspoken fury.

When your reunion ended, Thanos pulled you back to his side, his arm draped over your shoulders like a shield. “Stay close to me,” he murmured, his voice low, almost a plea.

-

As the four of you sat in your usual corner, Nam-gyu prowled the room like a predator circling prey. Thanos’s anger grew like a rising tide, his eyes never leaving the man who had nearly cost you your life.

“Baby, it’s okay,” you whispered, placing a calming hand on his chest.

“No,” he growled, his voice trembling with restraint. “It’s not alright. He tried to kill you.”

You sighed, your eyes softening as you looked at him. “We’re voting X tonight. All of us. It’s time to go home. The money isn’t worth this—any of this. I don’t want to lose any of you.”

Min-su and Se-mi agreed immediately, their faces reflecting the same exhaustion and longing for freedom. You turned to Thanos, waiting for his answer as his fingers trailed up and down your arm absentmindedly.

“T?” you prompted gently.

He finally looked at you, the intensity in his gaze softening. “Yeah. Yes,” he said, nodding. “We’re leaving. Together.” He cupped your chin, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was both a promise and an apology. “I’m not letting anything happen to you. Not ever.”

Se-mi and Min-su’s laughter rang out like the first hint of sunlight in a long, dark night.

“What?” Thanos asked, raising an eyebrow as he glanced at them.

“Nothing! Nothing. It’s just…” Se-mi grinned, her eyes glinting with amusement. “I thought you were a total prick when I first met you.”

“Me too,” Min-su chimed in, his chuckle carrying a lightness that felt almost foreign in this place.

You smirked, unable to resist joining in. “He is a prick.”

“Yeah, I am,” Thanos admitted, his tone so matter-of-fact it bordered on serious. But then his gaze softened as he turned to you, his lips curving into a faint smile. He reached out, pulling you back into his arms and holding you as though you were the only thing tethering him to this world. “Not to you, though,” he murmured, his voice low enough that only you could hear.

-

When it was finally time to vote, you marched up to the console, your heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and desperation. The red X button seemed to glow brighter than before, a beacon of hope in this twisted game. You pressed it with all the force you could muster, as if the strength of your conviction alone could shatter this nightmare.

Thanos voted the same, earning a few surprised looks from the other players. He was beside you moments later, his arm sliding protectively around your shoulders like a shield. His presence steadied you, reminding you that no matter what, you weren’t alone. It was no secret that the two of you were together. Everyone knew—the players, the guards, the cameras. But you didn’t care. You just wanted to survive this hell and make it out into a world where your love could exist without the shadow of death looming over you.

Se-mi and Min-su voted X as well, their faces set with determination. Relief began to creep into your chest—until Nam-gyu strode up to the console with defiance in every step. His finger hovered over the buttons for just a second before he slammed the O button. He turned to you, his gaze sharp and filled with malice, the satisfaction on his face unmistakable.

“What’s his fucking problem?” you muttered, your voice a mix of frustration and disbelief.

“Did you know him before this?” Min-su asked hesitantly.

You shook your head. “I’ve never met him before in my life. I don’t know why he has such a problem with me.”

Thanos’s fingers tightened on your hips, grounding you even as his anger radiated off him in waves. He leaned down, his voice a growl against your ear. “I’m gonna fucking kill him.”

You tilted your head back, your fingers slipping into his hair as you gently scratched at his scalp, trying to ease the tension in his body. “Let’s just focus on getting out of here, okay?” you said softly.

His shoulders rose and fell as he took a deep breath, nodding reluctantly. He pressed a kiss to your temple, the warmth of his lips lingering there like a promise.

-

When the results were revealed, your heart sank. The vote was tied.

You couldn’t believe it. After everything—after the carnage and the screams and the lives lost—people still wanted to keep playing. The weight of it pressed down on your chest, making it hard to breathe. This place didn’t just strip people of their freedom; it eroded their humanity.

The four of you retrieved your dinner in silence, the atmosphere around the room thick with unease. You could hear whispers, fragments of conversations about the O team and the possibility of an attack during the night. The words wrapped around you like a suffocating fog.

“You really think they’re going to attack us?” Min-su asked, his voice trembling.

Thanos glanced at him, his expression steady, though his grip on his fork betrayed his tension. “We’ll be okay,” he said firmly. “You hide if it comes to that, okay? I’ll handle it.” You admired the way Thanos had grown to care for others over the past weeks.

You unwrapped your food and picked up your fork, eager for something—anything—to distract you from the dread pooling in your stomach. But as soon as your fingers brushed the cold metal, your stomach dropped.

It wasn’t plastic. It was silver. Real. Sharp.

Your chest tightened, and you looked over at Thanos, your voice barely above a whisper. “T…”

He immediately turned to you, concern flashing in his eyes. “What’s wrong?”

You held up the fork, its polished surface gleaming under the harsh lights. Across the room, you caught the O team watching you, their eyes cold and calculating.

“They want us to kill each other,” you said, your voice breaking. The words hung in the air, a heavy truth that sent a shiver down your spine.

Thanos reached for your hand, his touch firm and reassuring. “Then we won’t give them the chance,” he said, his tone filled with quiet determination. His gaze shifted to you, a flicker of vulnerability crossing his face. “I won’t let anything happen to you. Not now. Not ever.”

And in that moment, you believed him.

-

You sat awake in bed, your knees tucked to your chest, as Thanos gently stroked your hair. His touch was deliberate, soothing, as if he could will away the fear gnawing at the edges of your sanity. But even his comforting presence couldn’t quiet the storm brewing in your mind. The air in the room felt suffocating, heavy with the kind of tension that made your skin crawl. Something was going to happen tonight—you didn’t know what or when, but you could feel it deep in your gut.

Your fingers curled around the fork you had kept from dinner, the cool metal grounding you. It wasn’t much, but in this place, it was your lifeline, a fragile promise of survival.

“Try to rest,” Thanos murmured, his voice low and gravelly, his thumb brushing against your temple. “You need your strength.”

“I can’t,” you whispered. “I can’t stop thinking about—” You trailed off, the words catching in your throat.

He leaned closer, his forehead pressing gently against yours. “Nothing will happen to you. Not while I’m here.”

His words were meant to comfort you, but even he couldn’t guarantee safety in this hell. You nodded anyway, letting yourself take solace in the sound of his voice.

Minutes felt like hours, and the stillness was almost worse than chaos. Your eyes burned with exhaustion, but the second they drifted closed, shouts erupted from across the room. Then came the first scream. It was sharp, guttural, and it froze the blood in your veins. Chaos descended like a violent storm. Lights began to flash erratically, casting jagged shadows across the walls.

Thanos bolted upright. “Stay close to me,” he said firmly, grabbing his fork. But before he could move, the crowd surged like a violent tide. You were shoved backward, separated from him as panic gripped the room.

“Thanos!” you screamed, your voice drowned out by the cacophony of screams and crashes.

Out of the chaos, you felt Se-mi’s hand grasp your arm. “Run!” she yelled, dragging you toward the far side of the room.

“Where’s Thanos? Min-su?” you asked, your voice frantic as you stumbled forward.

“I don’t know!” Se-mi’s voice cracked, her fear mirroring your own.

The two of you barely made it a few steps when searing pain exploded in your leg. You fell hard to the ground with a cry, clutching your thigh where blood was already pooling. “Ow! Fuck!” you screamed, trying to crawl backward as the pain radiated through you.

Before you could process what was happening, a shadow loomed over you, and then he was there. Nam-gyu. His face was twisted with rage, his eyes wild as he straddled you and forced you down.

“You fucking bitch!” he spat, his voice venomous as he drove a fork into your shoulder.

The pain was blinding, and you screamed, your voice tearing through the chaos around you. He stabbed you again, and again, each strike sending waves of agony through your body. Se-mi was gone, vanished into the madness. You were alone.

“Nam-gyu, why are you doing this?!” you choked out, your hands fumbling for the fork in your pocket.

“You really don’t recognize me, do you?” he hissed, his face inches from yours.

“I’ve never met you before in my life!” you screamed, your hands shaking as you tried to free yourself.

“I’m your cousin, you stupid fucking cunt!” he snarled.

The words hit you like a punch to the gut. “Wh-what?” you stammered, your voice barely audible over the pounding in your ears.

“Yeah. Your dad’s older brother—the one our grandparents abandoned?” His voice rose, sharp and bitter. “They disowned him, replaced him with your stupid little American father, and now we’re all out of the will. I want my fucking money, Y/n!”

“Nam-gyu, I didn’t know!” you cried, tears streaming down your face as he twisted the fork in your shoulder.

“It’s too late, bitch!” he screamed, his hand tightening around your throat as you struggled for air.

Then, suddenly, the weight of him was gone. You gasped for air, clutching your wounded shoulder as you watched Thanos slam Nam-gyu to the ground.

“You’re gonna fucking die, bitch!” Thanos roared, his voice raw with fury. He didn’t hesitate, didn’t stop to think. The fork in his hand drove into Nam-gyu’s neck once, twice, three times. Blood sprayed across the floor, pooling beneath Nam-gyu’s lifeless body.

You lay there, your body trembling as the world blurred around you.

“Fuck, Y/n!” Thanos’s voice broke through the haze. He was kneeling beside you, his hands covered in blood as he ripped off his hoodie and pressed it against your shoulder. “Stay with me, baby, please,” he begged, his voice trembling. “Don’t leave me.”

You leaned into him, your strength fading but your heart steadying at the sound of his voice. “I’m here,” you whispered weakly.

The lights snapped on, flooding the room with harsh brightness. The chaos ceased as suddenly as it had started, and silence fell. You blinked, your vision clearing as you looked up at Thanos. His face was pale, his eyes wide and filled with something you rarely saw in him—fear.

“I’m okay,” you managed, your voice hoarse. “I’m okay.”

He exhaled sharply, his forehead pressing against yours as he cradled you in his arms. “I’m so sorry…” he whispered, his voice cracking.

You nodded absentmindedly, unable to form words and letting yourself sink into his embrace. Despite the blood, the pain, and the horror surrounding you, you felt safe. Thanos wasn’t just your protector—he was your anchor, the one person who could make you believe there was still hope in a world gone mad.

The guards stormed the room, their commands sharp and unyielding as they broke up the remaining fights. The chaos finally subsided, leaving behind the aftermath—a room filled with blood, broken bodies, and shattered spirits.

Thanos knelt beside you, his arms trembling as he scooped you into his embrace. “I’ve got you,” he whispered, his voice barely audible, more to reassure himself than you. He cradled you close to his chest, shielding you from the carnage around you as he carried you back to your shared bed. His movements were hurried yet careful, as if you might break further under his touch.

The moment your body met the mattress, Se-mi and Min-su appeared, their faces pale with worry.

“Y/n!” Se-mi cried, her voice cracking as she climbed onto the bed beside you. She wrapped her arms around you as best she could without hurting you further. “Are you okay? I’m so sorry—I got ambushed, and I couldn’t find you. I couldn’t—” Her words dissolved into tears, Min-su crying beside her.

“It’s okay, Se-mi,” you murmured, your voice weak but steady. You reached up to touch her arm, offering what little comfort you could. “I’m okay. We’re okay.”

Thanos wasn’t as easily reassured. His hands shook as he pressed his hoodie tighter against your shoulder, trying to stem the bleeding. His breath hitched, and you could see the panic rising in his eyes. “I let this happen,” he muttered, more to himself than anyone else. “I let you get hurt again…”

“T, stop,” you said softly, your own voice trembling from the exhaustion weighing down on you. “It’s not your fault.”

His gaze darted to yours, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. “I’m so sorry, baby,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “I’m supposed to protect you.”

You wanted to comfort him, to tell him he had protected you, but your strength was fading fast. The adrenaline that had carried you this far was waning, leaving only the sharp throb of pain and an overwhelming fatigue. You placed a hand over his, giving it a gentle squeeze. “It’s okay, T. I promise.”

Before Thanos could respond, the guards’ voices rang out again, cold and commanding. “Enough! Time to vote.”

You groaned inwardly. It was 1 a.m., and yet here they were, dragging you into another round of this hellish game. The vote was supposed to take place in the morning, but the guards didn’t have the time to stop you from killing each other. 

The room swirled as Thanos and Se-mi helped you to your feet, each of them supporting you on either side. You leaned heavily on them, your body protesting every step as you joined the line of survivors.

Thanos was silent as he held you upright, but you could feel the weight of his emotions in the way his fingers gripped your waist. Tears streaked his face, though he said nothing about them. His jaw was clenched tight, and his eyes were fixed forward, refusing to meet anyone’s gaze.

“I should have done more,” he finally whispered, so quietly you almost didn’t hear him.

You turned your head to him, the movement sluggish. “You did everything, T,” you said softly. “You saved me.”

When it was your turn to vote, you summoned the last reserves of your strength to step forward. Thanos released you reluctantly, his hands hovering near you as if ready to catch you at any moment. You steadied yourself against the console, your fingers trembling as they hovered over the buttons.

Your eyes flicked to the corner of the room where Nam-gyu’s lifeless body lay sprawled. The sight sent a shiver down your spine. He was your cousin—your own family—and yet he’d been willing to kill you over money, over a grudge you hadn’t even known existed. Money that didn’t even exist anymore.

“Fuck you,” you whispered, your voice filled with equal parts anger and sorrow. Then, with all the force you could muster, you slammed your palm down on the X button, praying it was the last time.

You stepped back, your knees threatening to give way, but Thanos was there in an instant. He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close as he whispered, “You’re okay. It’s almost over. Just hold on.”

The last player approached the console. The room seemed to hold its breath, the tension so thick it was almost suffocating. Your heart pounded in your chest, each beat louder than the last. The player hovered over the buttons for what felt like an eternity before finally pressing X.

A collective sigh of relief rippled through the room. You leaned against Thanos, your body sagging as the realization washed over you: it was over. You were going home.

Thanos buried his face in your hair, his arms tightening around you as if anchoring himself to the reality of your survival. “We’re done,” he murmured. “We’re done, baby. We’re going home.”

For the first time in what felt like forever, hope flickered in your chest. You glanced at Se-mi and Min-su, their faces streaked with tears but lit with cautious smiles. The nightmare wasn’t over entirely, but the finish line was finally in sight. The relief washed over you and you allowed yourself to pass out.

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May I remind everyone also that Consent is Trainable. Especially in unequal relationships.

Meaning, over the course of a relationship, by rewarding a yes and punishing a no, it is possible to train people's sense of consent. It is literally how kids are raised in school and society, dammit. You reward good behaviour and punish/deter bad. Same goes for work. So whats to say BDSM lovers do not enact the same dynamic in their relationships and scenes?

If you have a kink that has its core in gore violence, pain or power,

Imagine a guy has a partner who initially refuses or counters his kink

And he, disappointed goes, okay you can say no

And negatively follow up on the relationship, like showing anger, dissent or treat them badly, or just give them the silent treatment, or take away rewards,

Souring the relationship, and probably only recovering once their partner, suitably nagged, bends into saying yes

And then, even if uncomfortable, proceeds to say yes to please their partner

That is "consent" which has been trained.

It is a characteristic of abuse.

A mixture of seduction, coercion, emotional manipulation, carrot and stick to bend and train someone to consent to him.

Which is why, for every 1 or 2 women who probably came forward identifying the abuse, there are probably 10 others who were gaslit into believing they were willing participants, and only through vague unspoken discomfort do they experience a mental dissonance, that something wrong happened to them.

And that is where BDSM falls apart - for an entire structure hingeing on "Consent". The BDSM world assumes an ideal state that every participant is mentally healthy and sound and equally egalitarian and have equal power dynamics, total self control, total self acceptance, total self-awareness and total power to enforce consent strongly.

In reality the average person has difficulty deciding what clothes to wear, what smoothie to take or what dish to order, with what guarantee can you say that this person will say YES and NO in a clear minded way?

How often have you even been nagged by friends into participating in events that you don't like, like that concert you hated or that party you wanted to avoid? Apply that here.

And each individual has a varying level of mental strength that cannot be guaranteed.

Therefore, the power to say YES or NO is something that is very much possible to manipulate. Relationships where BDSM plays a major role are very likely tinged with this grey area, and that is why Consent in such situations is questionable at best, and should be questioned if one has the tenacity and courage.

The manipulation runs much deeper than you think. Neil Gaiman is one who got outed by some women who managed to retain a sense of self over the course of thejr torturous association

For those who were gaslit into believing they "consented", they are probably confused and silent today and may number many more.

Please remember - consent is trainable. And for every woman who spoke out, there are dozens of others brainwashed, manipulated, gaslit into believing they were willing.

Abuse is Abuse. Assault is Assault. Don't put a shibari ribbon on it and call it BDSM.

Not too different from an indoctrinated suicide bomber if you think of it.

Now feels like a good time to remind people that the foundation of BDSM is consent. If there’s no consent, it’s not BDSM.

Rough sex can be done consensually.

Sadism can be done consensually.

Impact play can be done consensually.

Emetophilia can be satisfied consensually.

Even consensual non-consent is a thing.

Neil Gaiman had the money and the means to find willing partners for his sexual preferences. There are countless people out there who would be more than happy to perform the acts he wanted. If he wanted, he could have had exactly what he desired with the consent of the other party. But he didn’t look for that because, fundamentally, his interest was in assault, not BDSM.

Don’t let him trick you into thinking what he did was BDSM. It lacked the core element of all BDSM: consent. It was assault that he wanted and that’s what he did to those women.